#none of them are too creative about their outfits i think so i'm going to go by vibes and taste

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Round 1 Match 28

[saey707]

I’m starving for some hearsteel Yone x reader headcanons😭🙏 literally anything you have I will gobble up PLEASE😭😭😭 either that or poly heartsteel x reader🤭

✿ Prompt: Yone and you take care of yourselves ✿

♡ champion focus: yone ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Here's some fun self-care headcanons with Yone, arcade! (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭ I really love writing dynamics with Yone because he's so old man, and I think he values the little things with you! Enjoy!

Yone was a very busy man, and you knew that very well. While date nights may be far too few during the touring season and recording days in the studio, you didn't mind! You can make a romantic date out of midnight ramen runs and sleepy nights, cuddling up on the studio couch while you both work.

You get a lot of perks dating Yone... Yeah, totally...! For one, you get a smoking hot older boyfriend who lacks sleep and healthy water-drinking habits! Not only that, but you also get an all-access pass to his creative approach and tendencies to lecture his bandmates! I mean, who doesn't want to hear all the stress your boyfriend has trying to keep his friends under control!

Admittedly, most days, it becomes too much, even for you. But you love Yone and wouldn't change a single thing about him. He was hardworking, loyal, giving... Everything and all you could ever ask from a partner. How could you ever think to leave him, especially knowing if you weren't there to balance him out he would drown?

On days when you particularly noticed how stressed Yone is, you were always sure to take extra care of him. Usually, it involves wrapping him up in a blanket, leaving a bowl of fruit at his desk, or even making him a plain-black cold brew. And you most definitely saw no harm in sitting in silence beside him, occasionally raising your fork to his lips so he could have a bite of a hot meal.

But the one thing Yone valued most was when you reassured him with gentle praises and reminders, smothering him with butterfly kisses and hugs.

"I admit, I am... A bit more stressed than usual. I know he's done this before. But... it just hurts. It hurts seeing Kayn being called out because of a stupid mistake." Yone grumbled, pushing his cheek against the side of your head while you cradled him from behind. "I know... But we're in this together. You don't have to deal with all of this yourself, Yone. We can turn things around... Kayn will be just fine, trust me."

"I know that... And I appreciate it. Trust me. When all of this blows over, I'll take you somewhere nice. Somewhere where it's just the two of us." "You don't have to do that, Yone. I'm happy just being here with you." You interjected, shifting to sit beside him, leaning against his shoulder. He shut his eyes, dropping his head atop of yours. "I know I don't, but I want to... We deserve it."

It's trying times like this when Yone begins to value self-care. After spending days neglecting his personal needs? Yeah, he definitely needed some time for himself... And you.

He doesn't do it only for himself, but for you too. He knows sometimes the weight of his job can stress you out, so he's always sure to treat you well during these times.

For him, self-care is a means of relaxation, but at the same time, it also truly reflects his older age. He doesn't like going out often if he doesn't need to. He doesn't enjoy drinking, partying, or trying completely unfamiliar things.

This certainly doesn't stop you from spending all the time you can with him, and you take immense pleasure in participating in relaxation sessions with him! In fact, you think it's good for you.

He's a sucker for using the internet as a means of self-care! He'll watch J-Dramas on his iPad (and fall asleep watching them...).

Definitely, Yone is the type to splurge a bit on his retail therapy, especially if it means he can find a new matching outfit or necklace for the both of you! ...Or even a nice skirt. Would he look good in a patterned print?

But Yone tends to start his mornings digitally detoxing, allotting time for himself to make a smoothie bowl, meditate, and settle into his day.

"You're laughing an awful lot..." He mumbled, startled when he opened his eyes. You were inches away from his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Sorry~ You're just so cute with your eyes closed!" "Oh? You flatter me..." His cheeks were flushed pink, only transforming into a steamy red when you dropped yourself into his lap.

You tilted your head up, placing a kiss on his chin. "Are we done yet?" "You're cute... But no. We still have time on the clock." He informed you, snickering when you let out a frustrated groan. "But we've been doing this for 20 minutes!" you whined, catching your boyfriend's wrists as he raked his fingers through your hair.

"Well, if you finish off these last ten minutes with me, I'll let you braid my hair." He wrapped his arms around you, permitting you just enough time to contemplate his offer, "How does that sound~ Hm?" "... Pretty good, actually! Okay!"

He usually doesn't trust anyone touching his hair, but he can make an exception for you! He knows you'll be gentle. Besides, it's kind of relaxing... And it gives him time to figure out where he should order from. Hopefully, you don't mind eating Japanese food for lunch for the fourth time this week!

When it's time to finally eat, Yone is dedicated, engaged in deep conversations with you, and hungry to learn more about you. And sometimes, you'll get lucky enough to catch him subtly flirting with you... Just try not to point it out!

At the end of your long, relaxing day, the both of you apply face masks on each other, your thumbs grazing against his cheeks. You always envied how smooth his face was... How perfect his skin was in general. Hell, some days you felt like everything about Yone was perfect...

And falling asleep in each other's arms only confirmed how perfect your relationship could be despite all the stress the two of you endure.

[andy-wm]

How to explain JK & JM and their endless coincidences?

Easy really, none of them are coincidences.

I'll admit that I'm not the quickest at reacting to what's going on around me. My poor ND brain takes a while to absorb it all and put the pieces together, but then I can't stop thinking and thinking and thinking about all those puzzle pieces.

Gotta get those thoughts out of my head to make room for new ones LOL... so here they are.

Everything is not a coincidence 🎶

I hear Jimin singing this in my head.

No, of course its not.

We've seen how intricately they plan their cocepts, outfits, stages and releases. We saw it in detail with the Artist Made Collection and the Photo Folios. The processes they went through were thorough and thoughtful. They considered everything.

For Jimin and Jungkook, aligning their message is nothing new. For years they've been coming out in matching clothes, jewelery, and accessories - including the cute and silly matching Pororo bandaids at the puma fansign in 2016 when neither of them had an injury (JK's idea, according to JM).

Sometimes the matching outfits are identical...

Other times the alignment is more subtle....

But it's so frequent, we barely comment these days.

When they aren't matching, they're swapping. Their shared wardrobe is legendary - especially for someone who doesn't like other people wearing his clothes (JK) and someone who has assured us they have different clothes (JM).

But I digress....

The gist is, we know they pay attention to the mesage they send with their clothes and styling.

AND...

They know WE we pay attention too - they know we notice it all. Every.Single.Thing.They.Do.

AND...

They tell us they know all the ARMY jokes and memes. They do and say things that correspond too closely to ARMY's conversations on socials to be a coincidence.

Everything is not a coincidence 🎶

So with the visual themes of their solo releases being so astonishingly similar, anyone with eyes in their head (and a moderately functional brain and heart) can't think it's accidental. And JK and JM can't possibly think they're being subtle either.

And I honestly don't think they're trying to be subtle. Not at all.

I think they are demonstrating very clearly that even when they're apart, they're together. They're always aligned*.

They share ideas, they work together (they certainly don't work in secret) and they agree on what they, together are choosing to show.

Everything is not a cooincidence 🎶

We know they've shared ideas for this because at no point has either of them shown suprise at seeing the other wearing a similar outfit, holding a similar pose, or adopting similar aesthetics. They're hyping each other's music and promo work, and sharing their pride and enjoyment with us. (JM posting on insta to celebrate JK's #1 on the hottest 100 was NOT for JKs benefiit. It was for ours 💜)

It's not a matter of who did it first or who copied...all of this they created together.

They're showing us their individual strengths and telling their own stories, but using an aesthetic framework they've planned together. The visuals overlap is enough to to unmistakablly link their narratives together without restricting their self expression.

It's genius really.

They're living their 'I am you, you are me' dream right now, but in such a way that they are also without a doubt independent individuals as well.

Personally I love this. I love them.

I love that they can contribute to one another's creative processes, each produce something wholly unique to themself, and still have visually connected stories.

One day this will become their shared history. With a brief glance, anyone who looks will be able to see how much they supported and cooperated with each other, and that they chose to reflect their personal relationship in these works.

This would be a very conscious decision - to be visibly connected, not just for the few months their solo work is on the charts but for as long as the record of BTS's existance remains.

And that will be a long, long time I am sure 💜

*They're always aligned, i believ, with regards to their goals. For their work but also in terms of their relationship.

I think they trust one another implicitly, both professionally and personally. I think they're honest but kind, and they have each others backs. They are each other's highest priority and I hope it will always be this way for them 💜

[xtreklx]

Summer Heat ~ Michelangelo x reader

One shot: bayverse Michelangelo x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: SFW, fluff, slightly mature themes (rated 17+, see my masterlist for disclaimer)

A/N: thank you all for the love on my latest works! it's so motivating and it has been helping me access my creativity in so many new ways! anyways, with the summer months here, this is just a fun little summer-themed one-shot that I thought up for our favorite jokester. enjoy!

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It was mid-July, the boiling point of summer, and in New York City, this meant humidity. Everywhere. While you were able to hang out in the sewers with your mutant turtle friends for a slight escape from the temperature, it was still hotter than you would have liked, and you were trying desperately to keep cool.

Hence why you and the turtles were sprawled throughout the lair, barely able to move because of the suffocating heat. Normally, you were all able to push through the summer days and go about your usual routines, but today was supposed to be the hottest day of the year (Donnie didn't trust the weather channel, however, and ran his own predictions to confirm that this was going to be the case). Thus, routine was abandoned and any attempts at relaxation were welcomed.

You could hear Donnie fumbling around in the lab from your horizontal spot on the living room couch. The three other brothers were in the living room with you: Raph in the arm chair ("there ain't no way I'm workin' out in heat like this"), Leo meditating in the corner ("I think this might be the only way to make the situation more bearable"), and Mikey sprawled out in the middle of the floor, periodically exclaiming "I don't know how much longer I can take the torture! The agony!" Although his brothers rolled their eyes at his overly-dramatic outbursts, none of them had the energy to protest, and it made you giggle every time.

Mikey loved the sound of your laugh. Like music to his ears, angels chorusing from the heavens. He had decided that it had to be his favorite sound in the universe. He looked up at you now from his spot on the floor, admiring how you looked as you lounged on the couch, practically nodding off into a summer nap. How could he help having feelings for you when you were out here looking like that?!

You had no idea that there was a double meaning behind Mikey's outbursts. While he was primarily referring to the torture of the paralyzing heat, he was also referring to the torture that you were causing him today. The hot weather had you wearing the tiniest little outfit: daisy duke jean shorts and a tight white tank top. He could see so much of your skin, a thin layer of sweat glistening in the overhead lights and making you look like you were glowing. He called you an angel all the time to your face, but he was serious; you looked like a straight-up angel. And with the way you were laying on the couch on your back, he was able to let his eyes roam all the way up your long legs, up to your waist, up to your chest...

Mikey had to shake himself out of his current thoughts before they went off the deep end. He was a gentleman-ly, respectable dude, he thought to himself. And even though he had feelings for you, the two of you were just friends. He couldn't let his mind go too far; it wasn't right. It made Mikey think about all the lectures that Master Splinter had given in the past about temptation and desire, and how giving in to them too frequently could result in an "unquenchable greed". But he was determined to not give in. Splinter would be proud of him for the restraint he was exhibiting!

As this was all running through his mind, Mikey unconsciously sent another glance your way. You had flipped over to lay on your stomach, your perfect ass in those tiny jean shorts taking over his line of sight. He quickly re-averted his gaze, trying to focus on anything but you.

God, this was going to be harder than he thought.

Suddenly, Donnie rushed out of his lab and into the living room with something in his arms. "Guys! I think I've crafted something that could help us get through the summer heat!" He exclaimed. Everyone turned their heads at the sound of that, even Leo breaking out of his meditative state.

Donatello set whatever was in his arms onto the side table next to the couch and plugged it into an extension cord by the wall. "I was messing with the settings of one of our old mini-fridges, and with the addition of a few new pieces of machinery, I was able to turn it into a flash freezer! We can put any liquid into these popsicle trays here," he gestured to the inside of the mini-fridge, "and it will freeze instantly! Pretty cool, right?"

Everyone present stared at the contraption, an awkward moment of silence falling over the group.

"I'm going to go meditate in my room," Leo deadpanned, standing from his spot in the corner, while Raph groaned. "Really, Donnie? You wanna solve the heat wave with... popsicles? Why don't ya put a giant band-aid on the melting ice caps while yer at it?"

But you and Mikey had eagerly sat up to attention as the two grumps left the living room. "Don't listen to them, Donnie! I think this is the perfect idea," You beamed up at him. Mikey had to avoid looking at your dazzling smile too closely in order to form coherent sentences. "Yeah, dude! Don't listen to those buzzkills, this is so sick!" He looked closer at the machine. "So, it'll really freeze anything instantly? Like... anything?"

Don eyed Mikey warily for a moment. "... I don't think I want to know what you're thinking when you say anything like that but, in theory, yes. Let me demonstrate." He pulled a can of orange crush from a box on the floor and poured it into two popsicle holders, adding two straws as the sticks, before putting them into the mini-fridge and closing the door. He pressed a button on the outside, and then the machine beeped. When he opened the little door, a gust of cold air flew out, and from the holders he pulled out two orange soda popsicles.

You and Mikey awed and wowed in excitement, taking the popsicles from Donnie and thanking him. He smiled, and picked up the mini-fridge. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make a large batch of grape soda popsicles. And I'm definitely not going to use them as ammo in my grenade launcher towards Raphael and Leonardo. That would be ridiculous." He stood there for a moment with a calculated look on his face before turning and heading back to his lab.

You and Mikey exchanged a pointed look before simultaneously cracking up at the thought of what Donnie was definitely going to be up to later that day. When your laughter had died down, you took your first lick of the orange soda popsicle and hummed with happiness. "Mmm, this is awesome! Orange crush is my favorite!" You exclaimed, putting it back in your mouth.

Mikey gulped as he watched you suck on the popsicle, your eyes drooping and another hum of approval sounding from your mouth. Come on bro, you can do this. Everything is fine, everything is fine, he thought to himself. He took a moment to try the popsicle, too, and couldn't help but agree with you. "Yeah, Leo and Raph are definitely missing out. Don't worry, angelcakes, luckily I'm not as much of a Debbie freaking downer as they are."

You couldn't help but laugh at his comment, the popsicle still in your mouth. You pulled it out with a pop, but with the hot weather, some of the orange soda had already begun to melt.

Mikey watched the moment pass as if it happened in slow motion: the orange liquid trailed off your bottom lip and down your chin before dripping onto your chest, running down the exposed, supple skin and meeting the white fabric of your tank top.

Oh, boy. Everything is not fine.

The poor turtle froze as his mind launched down the gutter. He couldn't help his staring at you, drinking in the vision that you had so accidentally just granted him. He couldn't help the want that spread like fire within his chest. He was definitely experiencing greed, and it was definitely the unquenchable kind.

While Mikey was lost in his thoughts, you looked down at your spill. "Ugh, I just washed this top!" You exclaimed, rubbing your chin and examining the bright orange stain for a moment before shrugging. "Oh, well. I guess the popsicles really will help us cool off!"

You turned to your friend, who had gone slightly pale and was standing up from his spot on the floor, his popsicle sticking halfway out of his mouth. "Mikey, are you okay? You don't look so good. Is the heat getting to you?" You asked him from the couch, sitting up straighter with concern.

"Ummmmm, yea-- I mean.. no! Actually, I just remembered, uhhhh... there's.. something I'm supposed to talk to Master Splinter about. I'll be right back!"

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

chapter 7.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

sorry for the slow updates on this, I'm trying to get requests out too!

not proofread

warnings:

none

word count:

1.2k

making it early to Johnnies shoot was a nearly impossible task with the New York traffic, but you made it. Johnnie served as your morning motivation that day since it was a stormy, stay in bed kind of day. your excitement for the shoot contradicted that feeling.

you hung all 4 outfits up and carefully inspected them one last time. everything was perfect, which you were thankful for because embarrassing yourself was the last thing you wanted to do. you silently prayed everything would go to plan. the venue you had booked was small, but the perfect setting for your vision.

you sighed as you sat on the tiny love seat. your leg bounced anxiously as you scrolled aimlessly through your phone. you had a fear of Johnnie absolutely hating the outfits. you don't know what you would do if he didn't.

the front doors slid open and reveal Johnnie, who was carrying two cups. "hey, i brought coffee." he wasn't wearing any makeup, per your request, since you were going to be putting it on him yourself. "well, i decided to get this tea to try, i don't know." he smiled nervously.

you admired the features of his face you hadn't noticed before whenever he was wearing makeup. you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance. "what tea did you get?" you questioned as he handed you your coffee. you noticed he remembered your order exactly. you weren't sure how, though. you didn't question it.

"thai tea with milk in it, i think." he took a sip, his eyes lighting up at the taste. "it's actually really good. try it," he handed it to you.

you took a sip, "they do make a good thai tea, thai tea is one of my favorites. i'm glad you like it."

he nodded, "can i finally see what you made?"

excitement coursed through your veins as you led him over to the clothes rack. you took the first outfit off of the rack and showed it to him. it was a casual black shirt sleeve button up along with the maroon embroidered vest you had made. the pants were similar to dress pants, but hugged his legs more and had similar embroidery with carefully placed rips. "do you like it?l

his jaw fell slack in shock before a smile formed on his face. "you made this?"

"uh, yeah. it's a little ryan ross inspired outfit." you explained your vision. "but, yeah, i made it."

he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in to a side hug as he admired your work.. "this looks so fucking cool, holy shit."

you blushed deeply. "thank you, i'm excited to see it on you!"

the next one you pulled off the rack. with the zebra print jacket you had thrifted, you used it as add ons to a leather jacket. it was also a snug fit jacket. under the jacket, there was a white mesh shirt to tie in the white from the zebra print. on the bottom was a normal pair of black skinny jeans.

Johnnie was just as in shock. he profusely complimented your creativity as he couldn't take his eyes off of the outfit. all of his praise made your heart feel as if it was about to beat out of your chest. you moved on to the next outfit.

the next outfit was less layered than the others. it was an oversized, long sleeve button up. it was a light brown with splotches of dark brown scattered. you paired it with black leather pants and snuck in some homemade jewelry as well. (the home made jewelry, along with some of Johnnies was used for every outfit.)

the last outfit had the most pieces to it. you had a black t shirt with small, black rhinestones scattered miscellaneously around it. the dark red skinny jeans went with it. you stacked two chains on one side of his hip, and a black rhinestone belt hanging from the other.

needless to say, he loved every single outfit you had made for him. he was in awe of what you had created and couldn't wait to try it on.

"let's go do your makeup for the first one, yeah?" you asked, trying to hide how flustered you were. "i'm not going to mess with your hair, since i love how you do it.

johnnies face turned a light shade of pink. "okay,"

"here, sit in this chair." you pulled out the chair that was tucked into the vanity. you brought out the all of the new makeup you had gone out to buy last night. "i got you all new makeup, so you don't have to worry about germs."

h laughed, "i wasn't really worried in the first place."

for your 'ryan ross outfit as you called it, you stuck with some black eyeliner in his waterline. you smudged maroon eyeshadow under his eye and on his eyelid then added some mascara and you were finished.

"that was fast," he mentioned, "do i get to go change now?" he asked, giddy.

you laughed. "yeah, take the first one and let me know if you need help. the dressing room is right over there." you pointed in the direction of the small dressing room in the corner. "i'll be right out here setting up my camera, it won't take long."

he nodded and got straight to changing, you quickly set up the camera. your camera was small and cheap, but it served you well and was good quality. you set it on a tripod. you set up the backdrop, which was a beautiful shade of gold.

you whipped around whenever you heard the dressing room door open. Johnnie walked out and how the outfit looked on him almost made you drool. the vest hugged his waist, giving you the exact silhouette you wanted. the collared shirt looked quite dashing, you could say. the pants looked better than you imagined.

"holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

johnnie raised his eyebrow. "what did you say?"

"nothing, you look fucking great." you blurted. "you look hot."

he giggled as blush spread across his face. "where do you want me?"

"come stand in the middle for me." he did as told, and you started instructing him on how to pose. "you can kinda do whatever you want, maybe throw in the usual hands in front pockets pose, you know?"

he nodded and began. you snapped a bunch of photos, encouraging him further. he was a natural. the pictures came out perfect. you couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked. "oh my god, Johnnie. come look at these." you beckoned him over.

you showed him all of the best photos, and even he was in shock. "what the fuck? those are so good. you're actually the most incredible woman i've ever met."

you choked on your spit at the compliment. you cleared your throat, "there's a robe in the changing room. go change into that and we'll get started on your next makeup look." you smiled softly.

his eyes lingered on your lips before meeting your gaze again. "yes ma'am."

[damnaation]

On Camera

A little borrower spy gets caught by an enemy operative.

Soft, safe, unwilling vore. Fearplay & mentions of digestion. Borrower prey with wings.

"If it were up to me, I'd just kill you. But Zor was insistent on getting some footage of the Phoenix. Don't ask me why, if things had gone according to plan you'd already be dead."

She writhed in his hand, her wings and lower body trapped in his fist but arms free to shove against his fingers. Not that it did anything, but it was certainly an interesting feeling.

The slash he'd gotten from the hidden claws on her wings last time still stung. He'd had to throw out that pair of gloves, too.

Luckily the camera wasn't too difficult to set up. He could manage with one hand.

"So small—it's almost hard to believe how much of a pest you can be. One little bird, causing so many problems for me." It's not like she's going to get out of this—he can monologue a bit. "Really, it's amazing. You borrowers are so tenacious."

"What're you gonna do to me?"

The first time she'd spoken since he'd caught her.

"Ah, so you can talk." He smirked down at her, getting a sharp glare in return. Cute. "Zor will get their footage. But they said I could choose how to be rid of you on my own. Really, I was planning on killing you, but now that I've got you I have to admit. You're quite the stunning specimen, little bird. And I'm fond of peacocks. Marvelous birds."

He hummed, pausing for a moment to ponder his options. The camera clicked and whirred, ready to start filming.

"I could keep you. Pretty little songbird in a gilded cage. Dress you up in little outfits like a doll—I'm sure someone would make them. For a price."

A pause. She didn't say anything in response, just gave him a tense stare.

"Well, business first. You have a performance to give, little bird."

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Red hadn't really been paying attention to what had been happening while he was recording. Or, rather, they'd been paying more attention to their surroundings than him. Trying to catalogue anything useful and formulate an escape plan.

Nothing came to mind. None of the objects small enough to move with trick were useful, and there were no convenient vents to escape through when he'd briefly released them to record the video for Zor—with a threat that if they tried to escape, he'd pluck their wings bare and stuff a pillow with their feathers.

Not very creative, but enough to keep her from attempting anything until she had a solid plan and escape route.

"Now. Where were we? Right—deciding just what to do with you." His grin felt almost hungry, hazel eyes scanning her appraisingly. Something deep in her screamed to fly, get away from the predator, but she stood her ground.

"Brave little bird, aren't you?" He murmured, leaning on the table and looming over them ominously. "How cute. I could just eat you up."

A sudden spark in his eye. They felt their heart drop out of their chest as he leaned closer, snatching them up in a tight fist.

"Well… that's an idea. You're certainly small enough. And it's not like you could escape."

They'd met other borrowers on missions who swore up and down that bigfolk ate borrowers. Red had always thought it was a ridiculous fear—humans could be cruel, yes, but that was incomprehensible.

Now, she was wondering if the reason it was so widespread wasn't a sign. If those borrowers didn't think her as ridiculous as she did them.

"You're insane." She blurted out, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. He'd seemed more than a little unhinged before, but this-

"On the contrary, little bird. I've thought about this for a long time. Since I learned about your kind, and heard stories. What must it feel like, to have that much power over someone? To be their entire world?"

He grinned, a little too wide and sharp for their comfort, before bringing his other hand up to flick their hat off. They gasped, flinching away—if he missed it would hurt. But all they felt was a rush of air and the sudden disappearance of the familiar weight of their hat.

"Th- the Agency knows where I am. They'll send someone for me." It was a desperate gamble, her voice breathless. She had no idea if they'd come for her—she'd lost contact, been captured by the enemy. She didn't even know if they knew what had happened yet.

"And how do you expect them to know where you've gone?" He purred, stroking their cheek with the back of a gloved finger. They let out a little whimper, wanting to pull away but unable to. "Face it, little bird. You're stuck. I'm the one with all the cards here. Now." His hold on them shifted, hand turning so they were almost seated on his fingers with their legs stuck in his grip but their arms and torso were free. Tugging at the hem of their coat he ordered, "Take it off."

Her hands automatically went to the buttons, before she froze. No—why make it easier for him?

Apparently her hesitance was a step too far, as he lifted her closer to his face, pulling sharply on the hem with his free hand.

"Either you take it off or I rip it off you, little bird." He snarled.

They unbuttoned the coat with shaky fingers, pulling their arms out before freeing their wings from the back slits and letting it drop to the table below with their hat. He hummed approvingly, gaze sweeping their tiny form before tapping their foot with a finger.

"Shoes."

She didn't resist this time, wiggling until she could reach the laces of her boots and untying them. His thumb pressed into her stomach from the position she was in, prompting a small gasp out of her when it twitched slightly. Almost stroking her leg. After a few seconds she toed her boots off, and they fell with tiny thumps. Straightening back up, she wrapped her arms around herself, trembling and not wanting to look at him.

He stroked their leg with his thumb again, before sliding it to flick at the hem of their blouse. They clutched at the front of it but didn't move to start taking it off.

"Pants or shirt."

Briefly glancing up at him in confusion, they shuddered at the intense stare he had fixed on them.

"You can keep one. Pants or shirt."

Small comfort. But after a few seconds of thought she let go of her blouse to ball a fist in the fabric of her slacks. He chuckled.

"Interesting choice."

And with that he slipped his thumb under the hem of her shirt, briefly pressing against her stomach with only the thin fabric of his glove separating them. A simple flick ripped it apart, tiny buttons popping free and scattering to leave the ruined shirt hanging from her shoulders. She bit back a gasp, heart skipping a beat at the effortless show of destruction.

Of course, he still felt it, judging by the low chuckle as he trailed his thumb up to their chin, forcing them to look at him. They swallowed nervously, feeling the press of their throat against his finger as they did.

"What a pretty little treat you are." He murmured, pushing the remains of their blouse off their shoulders with faux reverence. They shivered, feathers ruffling and wrapping their arms around themself in an effort to hide but he just pushed them out of the way with an almost hungry smile. "Now now, none of that. No need to be shy, little bird. After all, I'm going to have all of you soon enough."

She shuddered at the mockingly gentle way he handled her, gloved fingers lightly stroking her wings as he folded them flat against her back, carefully pinching her forearms between his thumb and first two fingers and lifting them towards his face. A terrified whine escaped her—the only thing she could force past the lump of fear in her throat—as he pressed her hands to his slightly parted lips in a mockery of a gentleman's kiss. She tried to pull away, trapped wings struggling to flare and tail curling tightly around one of the fingers wrapped around her body, but his grip may well have been steel for how immovable it was. The sickening warmth of his breath sent goosebumps down her spine and nausea roiling in her gut, her breath starting to quicken into desperate, terrified panting as she frantically cast her gaze around for anything she'd missed that might help her make one more daring escape from certain death.

Nothing. The camera was the only new object in the room, and it was still far too heavy for them to be able to use trick on, its light shining almost mockingly at them.

A wet heat pressed against their hands and they flinched, squeezing their eyes shut as a shudder ran through them. They knew what it was, they didn't have to look. But the warmth crept up to their elbows, the grip on their forearms vanishing to be replaced with a thin line of something hard pressing lightly against their wrists. Immediately, gruesome images of him biting down filled their mind, and whatever thin line of composure they still had snapped.

She was hyperventilating, pleading sobs nearly incomprehensible as she struggled helplessly against him—until the pressure on her wrists increased to the point she swore she could feel her bones creaking, and she went still, her only movement the shaking from her panicked, sobbing breaths. After a few seconds the threatening weight lifted, fingers gently stroking her head and shoulders as if trying to soothe her while he ran his tongue over the marks left behind by his teeth. And then she felt a tugging suction around her arms as she was pulled free, damp skin prickling at the change in temperature.

He hummed—a low, satisfied sound—before very deliberately swallowing. This close they could hear it, a quiet glk accompanying the bobbing of his throat and sending a shiver down their spine.

That's going to be me at some point.

"I'm surprised someone hasn't already eaten you up, little bird." He murmured, breath fanning against them as he brought them closer to his face and pressed a damp kiss to their stomach. "You're delicious. If I'd planned better I'd have brought something to pair you with. A sweet rosé would be perfect."

"Pl-lease-" she choked out, voice barely more than a breathless whine. Maybe she could bargain—not even for freedom, at this point she'd accept being a pet or a Zoraxis prisoner over this. "'ll do w-whatev-ver you wa-ant, J-Jun-niper-r."

He smirked, gathering up her hands again and stroking the backs of them with his thumb. "Anything?"

A frantic nod, their voice dying in their throat—he was egotistical, a bit of a megalomaniac, but as far as they knew not a murderer. If they could appeal to his ego, flatter him enough to make it worth keeping them around-

"I want to know what it feels like when you squirm, little bird." He purred, lifting their hands to his lips for another mocking brush before giving them a sharp Cheshire grin.

She could feel herself shutting everything out, the complete opposite of the hyper-aware, focused state she entered on missions. The only thought she had was that she would be another unrecovered body, another mystery never solved. If the Agency even existed for long after this. God, she hadn't even said goodbye. No headset, no backup, no way to tell what had happened. The only thing left behind would be her clothes, but those could be easily disposed of.

If they didn't think about it, the warmth was nice—they'd been shivering since they'd lost their coat and blouse, the room temperature more fit for humans than borrowers.

She kept her eyes closed and jaw locked tight—Red knew, deep down in the same part of her that knew the taste of the sky, that she would scream and plead for her life if she didn't. And she refused to give him that satisfaction.

Even as she felt the soft flesh at the back of his mouth press against her fingers, his tongue sliding against her bare skin, his teeth resting lightly at the bottom of her ribcage—too big to fit entirely in his mouth, her legs held in a firm grip.

His tongue curled around them, saliva soaking their bra, feathers, and hair until they clung uncomfortably to their body. A low hum echoed from his throat as he licked at their exposed middle before pressing them up against the roof of his mouth. Their breath hitched, heart skipping a beat as they started to squirm, panic welling up past the disconnected haze they were in. He hummed again, softer this time, stroking along their feather-train as if trying to calm them before swallowing around them. The saliva that had been pooling beneath them vanished as the muscles of his throat tugged at their hands but failed to drag them down, pinned in place as they were by his tongue.

Just get it over with, she wanted to scream, stop toying with me and just do it already. But if she tried to say something she didn't know what would come out. So she stayed resolutely silent, biting down the desperate pleas and sobs that wanted to escape.

She didn't have long to wait, though. He swiped his tongue over her face, leaving her coughing and sputtering, before gravity started to shift and she began to slide closer to his throat. His teeth inched from ribs to waist to hips, and a desperate, terrified whine escaped her, struggling once again in the last few seconds she had before her fate was sealed.

And then their hands pressed into the opening of his throat, and with a sickening lurch he swallowed.

The powerful muscles of his throat yanked them forwards, arms now trapped and their face pressed into soft flesh that seemed to ripple with his breathing. Their own frantic breaths echoed in their ears, heart racing almost painfully in their chest from terror and dread. They didn't doubt he could feel it, pressed against his tongue as they were.

At the time she'd thought his comment on how she tasted was either exaggeration or an attempt to get under her skin, but he was drooling enough that her slacks were almost immediately soaked to the point where his teeth rested just above her knees. The tip of his tongue trailed over her stomach, briefly playing with her belt before flattening against her hips and upper thighs.

For a brief, irrational moment they wondered if, had they chosen to keep their shirt instead, he would have paid as much attention to their legs as he seemed to be giving their torso. For some reason the thought made them flush and squirm.

He made a quiet noise that could be a chuckle, carefully unwound their tail from where it was coiled around one of his fingers—they'd known it wouldn't be enough to save them, but something about it had a grim sense of finality—, and almost lovingly stroked what little of their body remained outside his mouth before gravity shifted once again.

His tongue pressed them up and back, the entrance to his throat flexed, and he swallowed hard, powerful muscles finally pulling them down past the point of no return.

She felt his tongue curl around her feet and tail as he swallowed again, sealing her entirely in the hot, slick, tight confines of his throat. Overwhelmingly strong muscles forced her down with rolling waves of pressure, so tight she could barely move. Barely breathe, her lungs seizing in her chest in unadulterated prey-animal fear. She was going to die—might as well be already dead, with the unstoppable force of his body's autonomous movement dragging her towards the churning pit of acid that no doubt awaited her.

They felt lightheaded, the heat and terror and lack of air starting to get to them as his heartbeat sounded loud in their ears. If they were lucky, maybe they'd pass out from asphyxiation before they reached his stomach. Suffocation would be a kinder death than being digested alive, at least.

Just as she started to lose her grasp on consciousness, lungs burning and static growing at the edges of her mind, a tight wave of pressure began to roll up her body. Her arms were free—she'd reached his stomach.

As the tight squeeze slid past her head she gasped for air and immediately cringed, expecting her lungs to be filled with thick, noxious, stinking air, if anything. But—fortunately or unfortunately, she wasn't sure yet—it was breathable, hot and humid but without the sting of acid in her nose.

Through the static in their head they distantly heard what might've been a gasp, his heartbeat stuttering as they spilled into the empty cavity of his stomach. They lay there in shock for a few moments, muscles feeling limp as boiled noodles and lungs heaving to draw in as much air as they could, before they felt something pressing against them.

Digestion, muscles kneading and crushing her into churning acid, flesh dissolving and sloughing off bone-

She panicked, shoving against the encroaching press and flailing wildly as a terrified keen echoed from her throat. Far beyond the point of words, but if she caused enough of a disturbance it might force him to cough her up.

A low voice, sounds that they distantly recognized as words but couldn't understand in their terrified state. The pressing weight resolved into something more targeted, almost-

Almost like fingers pressing from the outside to toy with them, seeking out their body wrapped up in his.

Somehow, the thought of him denying her even the chance to die in peace was the final straw. The last frail strands of restraint she had snapped.

And she screamed.

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The stretch was just on this side of painful, a twinge like the feeling of swallowing too big a mouthful of food. Which, he supposed, he had. A few of them, in fact.

He pressed his fingers to his throat, shivering at the feeling of the little agent slipping further into him. Her taste still lingered, salty-savory and a little sweet, with something almost like woodsmoke running through it. Next time—and he intended for there to be a next time, the feeling was too intoxicating to only indulge in this once—he would be sure to have a drink; her feathers tickled the back of his throat and made it a bit difficult to get her down, but he'd managed. And the thought of her perched on the rim of a glass like an elaborate garnish was impossible to get rid of. He wasn't typically a fan of rosé, but he could made an exception for her.

God, he could feel her in his chest, the deliriously satisfying stretch tipping a bit closer to painful before-

He almost passed out at the feeling of her finally sliding into his stomach. That warm, fuzzy sensation of a good meal, magnified exponentially by the fact that what filled him had its own warmth and weight. A whole other person tucked deep inside him.

"Shit." He panted breathlessly, leaning heavily on the table and gently putting his hand to where he could feel her curled up inside.

And then she moved, and his legs almost gave out beneath him. The frantic fluttering of tiny hands deep in his core sending fireworks through his body, forcing him to grab the table tight just to remain standing. It astounded him just how sensitive he was, imagining that he could distinguish her individual fingers when she pushed against his hand.

"God. I don't think anyone could even notice you." He murmured, pressing a little harder to feel out her body beneath skin and muscle. "I could walk outside with you in there right now, and no one would be any the wiser."

The Phoenix, wholly and completely his, perfectly hidden from the world. Not a single sign as to her presence tucked away inside him.

She was trembling, a light fluttery feeling reminiscent of nerves. It sent sparks dancing through him, satisfying some dark, predatory urge in the back of his mind that wanted nothing more than to keep her there, a perfect little morsel only for him.

But unfortunately he had work to do.

A sudden beeping drew his attention to the camera—which had apparently been recording the whole time, judging by the light on the front.

… He was suddenly incredibly interested to see what it had looked like from the outside. And maybe, just maybe he would hang on to the footage. For his own personal perusal.

Apparently the beeping was a low storage warning. He stopped the recording, staring for a few seconds at the gallery thumbnail—the Phoenix, looking so very small on the table. His free hand drifted to his middle again, where he could still feel her slight, warm weight. She'd gone still, aside from the occasional trembling shiver.

"At least this time you'll stay put." He murmured a bit vindictively, pressing enough to feel her little form again.

She recoiled, the shaking growing worse.

And then a piercing shriek echoed from inside him, muffled but still loud enough to hear the sheer terror in her voice. He flinched, hand gripping his shirt tight in surprise.

As many times as Zoraxis had tried to kill her, she'd never sounded like THAT. He'd watched all the footage they had—no matter how grim or seemingly insurmountable the situation, she always maintained a collected, annoyingly playful attitude. If she were human, he'd characterize her actions towards him as almost flirtatious. Even his earlier attempts to capture or kill her had gotten the same response.

"... Phoenix?" He murmured, almost without realizing it.

She didn't respond, but he could feel her shaking like a leaf in the wind, curled tightly into a tiny weight inside him.

Something sour boiled up in his chest. He'd enjoyed her trembling, her desperate pleas, that infuriatingly collected attitude finally cracking to reveal the small, scared creature underneath. But this-

There wasn't any sport in this. She was terrified past the point of reason, near catatonic in fear. There wasn't anything he could do about it, though. He had a role to play, a part in Zor's plan. And with her finally out of the way he could do what they needed from him.

He would just have to leave her to straighten herself out on her own. Eventually she'd realize her place, learn that he'd decided to keep her as his prize. A pretty little bird in a gilded cage, safe and protected like her little Agency never would, far too willing to throw her into situations that should've killed her.

… Even still, his hand never strayed far from his middle for very long. After a while his little bird seemed to relax, uncurling from the tight huddle and going limp. Either she'd fallen asleep, passed out from terror, or completely given up, but at least she wasn't a tight knot of fear anymore. He could've purred at the feeling of her limp and relaxed inside him—hopefully some day she'd be this relaxed without the wordless terror beforehand.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

the last day of summer

-> asmodeus x mc (romantic or platonic though maybe a little more hinted towards romantic)

-> your last day of summer didn't go as planned

a/n: based on a real experience that happened to me today (heartbreaking) and decided to use it as inspiration for writing (my creativity is at its limit help me help me) also I realised I kinda messed up halfway through writing this but let's just pretend like the devildom has sun

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: mc has certain personality traits like enjoying warm weather, mc wears nail polish, hand holding

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Summer was ending, any warm day could be the last before you'd have to wait some long months before the weather is sunny and warm again. Before you went to bed, Asmo sent you a screenshot of today's weather forecast. Your relationship has come to the point where he could literally send you a screenshot of the weather app saying 'high chance of sun and warm temperatures' and you'd know what it meant: you're skipping the RAD lectures tomorrow, you're going to spend the potential last day of summer outside. Lucifer can get mad later.

The day was supposed to be a perfect end to a good summer. You and Asmo, dressed in light clothing, were going to spend the day outside at the mall in open air and the beach. When you two left the house, the weather was already nice and warm. Not a single cloud in the sky and a pleasant breeze in the air. To get to the mall though, you'd have to take the subway. Of course Asmo suggested you'd get fancy drinks at the coffee place to take with you on the ride. Everything was so perfect: the subway was quiet, the weather was amazing, the drinks were good, your outfits look perfect and none of you had recieved any angry texts or calls from Lucifer demanding to know where you are. Little did you know there would be a nice surprise waiting for you after getting off the subway.

'This is a joke.' Asmo said as he stared at the sky with wide eyes from surprise. 'It's cold too.' you added, regretting not taking an 'emergency jacket' with you. Somehow, while you were on the subway, the sun had evaporated, there wasn't a single speck of blue to be seen in the sky and there's cold, pretty strong wind, great weather for the beach. 'Let's look on the positive side, we now have an excuse to buy matching sweaters.' the lust demon suggested. You let out a little laugh before thinking about what to do, maybe you should just make the best of it.

You and Asmo just ate something at the mall before returning home after an hour of being there. And guess how the weather was when you got off the subway again? It was literally back to how it was before. What a joke. To enjoy the sun anyways, you and Asmo just decided to take a walk instead.

'Hey, Mc?' you turned your head to look at the demon next to you. He smiled at you and held out his hand, asking you to take it. How could you refuse when he was looking at you like that? Asmo held your hand contently and tightly while walking with you. Eventually he started speaking again. 'You know, I'm really glad we met.' He gave your hand a little squeeze. 'I don't know where I'd be or what I'd be doing if I didn't have my favorite human here.' You glanced over at him before focusing your eyes on your hand clutched in his and smiled. 'Yeah, I'm glad we met too.' Maybe knowing that summer's ending is making you feel a little extra sentimental right now, or maybe it's Asmo but you're feeling something you can't quite describe. It's like a genuine caring for someone, and you're pretty sure the avatar of lust is feeling it too.

'Oh, Mc your nail polish is chipping... I'm gonna have to redo them when we get home, okay?'

[hopeymchope]

I'm finally playing Another Code Recollection!

I started it a week ago, and I just finished the "Two Memories" section. As a longtime fan of Ashley/CING/Another Code, I have THOUGHTS.

It honestly bothers me more than it should that there's no separation, really, between the first and second game. You don't go back to the title screen. You don't get some credits or anything. You complete the first game's story, and then it just says "Two Memories" "The End" and then the second game's story IMMEDIATELY BEGINS. You go straight from the big climax of one story into the lazy-days opening of another adventure, and it's JARRING. It's not a good idea. They should've had a pause, had you maybe be able to select the second game from a title screen option? Instead it's just all... one game now. And that feels WRONG to me.

It's cool we're all united under calling the device "Another" and calling her Ashley Mizuki Robins now. In the old days, her name was "Robbins" in North America and "Robins" in Europe. The device was "Trace" in America and "Another" in Europe. The original DS game even had two different translations for basically ALL the same dialogue. It was weird how you could play two English translations that conveyed the same info in distinct ways. But now, at last, UNITY! Every region will know her as Ashley Mizuki Robins, and everyone will call the machine her dad worked on the "Another." YAY.

I feel like this puzzle has stuck in the minds of those who played the original FOREVER.

3. Let's face it: None of the puzzles in this remake are remotely as clever as the ones in the original games. The way "Two Memories" made use of the DS' distinct form and "A Journey into Lost Memories" made use of the Wii Remote were SO damn creative, and that was a big part of what made the games have such an impact on the relative few who played them. With "Recollection," we still get the characters and stories we love, but losing that kind of outside-the-box puzzle design kinda DOES suck. These aren't making any particular special use of the Switch's design or innate gimmicks. They're just... regular ol' adventure game puzzles. (Though I'm at least grateful I didn't have to do that damned slide puzzle again... fuck do I hate slide puzzles.)

4. Ashley's outfits are redesigned in both games. And while I think she looks great across the board, I also think they did a much better job of retaining the basic visual design of her "Two Memories" look as compared to how they reminaged her "Journey into Lost Memories" look.

Above: The original Ashley designs from the DS and Wii games. Below: The new ones from the Switch collection.

In both cases, Ashley loses the midriff and the dangling strap/chain thing. No big losses imo; in fact, I think the use of a plaid flannel in her new "R" design invokes '90s grunge fashion in the same way that chain/strap did, so it's a pretty functional swap. Also, her old wrist cuff/band things only appear (recolored) on her new "R" outfit, but I don't think anyone felt emotionally attached to those. Overall, the "Two Memories" outfit keeps the same color scheme/placement while changing over to a hoodie that feels/looks really good. But even with the flannel doing some thematic work for the "R" redesign, they largely went in a totally different direction from the original. Ashley's new outfit looks very... uh, confused? Like, she's wearing some fairly short shorts plus a plaid flannel long-sleeve over another shirt; Is it hot or is it cold, girl? Make up your damn MIND.

5. It's really interesting to see how the story's been rewritten so far. Richard and Bill's first appearances are both handled BETTER in the remake, I think; I think that in the original "Two Memories," Bill was overly standoffish for what he was trying to do, and Ashley was just WAY too skeptical when first meeting Richard. Both these issues are corrected now. There's also a much clearer link between the original and the sequel, and I'm less sure about that decision. The original game was an open-and-shut case to the point that "R" had to work backwards to be like "Oh, but there's ANOTHER layer to the mystery." Now the other layer is plainly present from the jump, but it also kinda makes Ashley look... dumber? Like, she literally sees the name "J.C. Valley" doing MAJOR SKETCHY SHIT at the end of "Two Memories" during one of the most eventful/memorable days of her life, and then her dad goes to work at "J.C. Valley" in the sequel, and somehow she NEVER MAKES THE CONNECTION. (At least she hasn't yet in my game.) I guess that was a pretty overwhelming day? But still...

6. The combination of Ashley's old and new outfits would make excellent alternate appearances for Ashley in Smash Bros. I've been championing getting her in Smash for YEARS. Is she an unlikely candidate? Of course, but many candidates who are just as unlikely (if not MORE) are already in the thing! Being a trophy in Smash Bros. Brawl is NOT ENOUGh. So right now, I'm in the process of altering my mental moveset for her to account for the new things she does in this game. I think we can definitely make her viable. Maybe I'll make a post about how I imagine her moves in the future. :P

[koocycle]

hii lira! ive been seeing a lot of wedding tiktoks (maybe a sign for me lol) but instead of actually taking it as one, im gonna tell u how i imagine ow wedding... and you really don't have to read this if you want to cus ...😭

first of all, the dress - since oc is THAT girl, i imagine her with 2 dresses, the main one and one for sort of like an afterparty? anyway i imagine first one obviously as a princess dress, not too huge but not too minimal. and the second one, something more simple - like vivienne westwood bridal dresses. though, with an original touch. i see her as a creative person and she just oozes the energy of someone that's different. (not in a pick me way). that's why she doesn't really "fit in" in the neighborhood - i see her wanting to do something completely original for her special day. so maybe self designed main dress and spicing up her other one. (personally, i rlly love this vw bridal dress, and i'd kill a bitch to wear it at MY WEDDING, https://pin.it/3dG0HSG - though, the original design doesn't include the gloves shown in the picture, so you can think of those as the special added detail.) but tbh, i'm not really sure about the big dress thing since i see her not doing too much, but at the same time, i see her doing everything she has ever imagined doing for her big day and i can tell that girl is a softie inside...no matter how much we deny it

the veil - i see her doing something VERY unique, like maybe sofia richie veil typa thing. maybe covered in pearls or diamonds for that rain droplet effect.

and i see her creating her dream dresses with designers she once worked with, because i bet she's adored in that industry!! so i bet they threw hands over who got to do the honors of working with her for her big day.

jk's outfit - well. i can't really say much cus men are basic... i mean who even looks at them while the bride is right there in all her glory? but i'm pretty sure he looked absolutely DELICIOUS that day. he definitely cried while oc was walking down the aisle and we LOVE him for that.

the guests - i don't think there were too many guests, but enough for the place to be filled with love. oc definitely doesn't seem like the type of person to invite the neighbors of relatives of relatives.

the speeches - OMG JUNGKOOK DEFINITELY CRIED HIS EYES OUT. i strongly believe that both their speeches were so so so cute that they still feel their eyes water when they see the videos of it.

the place - hmmmmm, i feel like it could've been in south korea, or if they wanted a more private one, italy or south of france maybe? and flying all the guests out, but that must've cost a fortune. OR JEJU ISLAND OMG HOW COULD I FORGET?!

but i see them getting married in the place that's really meaningful to them. one that's filled with great memories or the one they've always been talking about and planning on going to. since that hasn't been shown (yet), i cant rlly tell.

the venue - honestly, i haven't really thought about this one. it depends on the place they had their wedding in. but maybe a gorgeous beach view. a LOT of flowers. lots of lights too!

the musician - just because i love her with all my heart, i would hope one of them was none other than miss LEE-HI. especially the song "only". "On tiring nights and busy days, please make room in your heart for me to rest" like hello?? "I'll do better when you promise me we will stay together" i literally cant believe lee hi wrote a song about overwine couple??

idk but that wedding definitely had everyone going wild, had everyone wanting to marry as soon as possible and she ended up on a LOT of wedding inspiration boards.

aaand last but not least, their wedding night. but that's for lira to tell😉

anyways lira bae if u have something different in mind for their wedding, please don't let this distract u from all ur beautiful thoughts, i was just really bored!

oh. my. god.

you just made the rest of my year with this single ask. and now you make me want to write a wedding drabble :( that’s definitely added to the list. oof.

lemme give u my comments on your thoughts :3

so true!! not sure if oc is the type of girl to do “too much”, but she definitely is the type to stand out in a classy and simple way, yet very very outstanding with the way she carries herself in the dress. vivian westwood is so true and oc coded. it’s like you see right through her!! that dress is absolutely beautiful she’d definitely rock it. that dress makes me want to get married.

but also very true when you mention the two different dresses for her big day. i feel like she would get a different dress for the ceremony, something that brings up that princess feel but remains classy, like this (1) or this (2). love the off the shoulders look for her honestly!!

for the rest of the day she’d definitely be wearing something sexy, silky and shiny

the sofia richie veil is spot on. she’d have one that sweeps beautifully over the floors and is three times her size lol

and during the prep of their big day, stylists, decorators and designers were probably standing in fucking line to offer her all sorts of dresses, pieces and decor.

men are very boring when it comes to attire, but jungkook would eat that shit up!! he wouldn’t go with any black, grey or blue suits to live up to the standard, but instead i imagine him in a true, soft beige with a very muted corsage. imagine him in that!! we all know he shed a tear or two while she was walking down the aisle. imagine that cute little scrunch of his nose that makes wrinkles at his eye appear to laugh off the fact that he was getting teary!! especially after he tried to convince all his relatives he would not (!) cry

THEY WERE BAWLING! oh my good it was a mess and babies didn’t even try to hide it. their speeches were probably so personal and cute and a total mess!! got all their guests on a rollercoaster lmao

they’d most likely invited tons of guests but chose a more private location to celebrate at france/italy, or jeju island seem like great guesses! definitely somewhere secluded with mountains, calm sounds of the waters and a beautiful scenery to look out on. some place fairy tale worthy.

only is so wedding coded. so over wine coded. imagine them hiring a singer to sing for them while she walks up the aisle ?!? or jungkook even singing her that song later on the day

I SEARCHED UP AN AI VERSION AND HE’D DEFINITELY SING HER THIS SONG. JK WOULD.

oc definitely ended up having two full spreads in some vogue or bazaar magazine :3 no one can tell me otherwise

wedding drabble. do i do it ?!? wedding night included 😋

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

KOREA HAS A PROBLEM I mean they have several problems like every country I guess but they have a very specific issue with the haircuts, what the fuck is going on? I don't remember the last time I saw a male idol and I thought, "yes this is a 10/10 styling, I wouldn't change a thing", I mean, for example, I do love taemin's natural hair right now but the last time I saw him on a schedule (I think at KCON?) his hairdo made him look like he was lost in the lights and not in a good way. Worst thing is that taeyong and ten had the exact same hairstyle AND NONE OF THEM LOOK GOOD. NONE. Do every single one of them have to hop on the ugliest trend possible? Is it illegal not to do so? Do the stylist get punished backstage if they try something that's not trendy at the moment? Jimin has been carrying that haircut for months now, boy do you really like it that much? And I don't even know what's that JK has going on at this point. And speaking of jimin... I don't know what to say anymore, whoever styles him for dior and tiffany... what are they even doing? Do they see how cunty the man is and then proceed to give him the blandest outfit possible? Maybe pjms should hire a private investigator to see if there's someone from tedros' team behind all of this trying to sabotage jimin and make tedros look like he's outcunting jimin

Careful anon, you don't want to spread unfounded rumos about Tedros and some possible evil scheme.

Unfortunately, we are living in the era of mullets again and we just have to power through. I'm all here for recycling trends from the past, intertextuality, but some things need to disappear completely or become a distant, painful memory. Like the mullet.

Why is it back? Why? 😭 Taemin's hairstyle wasn't even that bad at KCon. I'd say it was among the "best", if such a term would apply in this context. I just need it to be over. I had hopes of the Dora haircut at least to become a trend, particularly how JK looked for the CK ads, but no, they want fucking mullets. I do hate them with a passion, in case it wasn't obvious already.

As for Jimin, I'm not gonna complain too much about how he's styled for Tiffany because it's not half bad. And the Dior suit he wore in April at the store opening may have been a simple look, but he looked good (the lack of shirt helped).

I think we need to understand/accept that as an ambassador, his job is to represent the brand and show off the clothes. It doesn't matter that it doesn't represent him. Just look at Tedros and what he's dressed like with Celine items. It's the same. What I don't understand, and perhaps it's my lack of knowledge, it's why the stylists don't get more creative? Jimin's outfit today was the exact one from the runway. From head to toe (I think). Is that how it's supposed to be? They can't take items from the entire latest collection and see what item goes with another to create an new outfit, all made out of Dior pieces?

[some-creep]

For the prompt ask, maybe shopping? It csn be holiday shopping, casual shopping or gift shopping!

As usual I took the basic idea and ran vaguely in a different direction but I don't think you'll be disappointed,,,

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Marie's last name wasn't "Cuttlefish", despite what all the marketing said, not "legally", anyway. Her actual last name, Watasenia, just didn't look as good on paper, or merchandise, or whatever their managers wanted to associate them with. It was easier to just go by Callie's last name, plus it better sold the "sisters" part of "Squid Sisters"; a name Marie was always lukewarm about. She'd preferred their original idea "Sea O'Colors", but the truth was, she was more of a product than a performer, so her ideas weren't that important.

Now that she was retired, she had to consciously remind herself to start using her "real" last name again, no matter how much she wanted to distance herself from it. She often caught herself thinking back to when she and Callie were little, and Callie proudly insisted that one day they would get married. Then she really could be Marie Cuttlefish. It was a cute fantasy, but that was all it was. Retired or not, they were still squarely in the public eye, both from their history, their solo careers, and their work with new, up and coming groups. Groups that Marie quietly resented for their creative freedom, though she'd never tell a soul.

Callie no longer directly brought up the idea of marriage, though she often joked about being a housewife (a title she was woefully unequipped for). While it was technically legal for them to get married, it was, at best, career-suicide, and at worst… Marie didn't care to think of how bad things could get for them, and Callie's thoughts never went beyond the career upset.

They had relatively spotless public personas, and Marie intended to keep it that way.

But…

As they walked around the mall, nearly empty at 9:30 in the morning on a Tuesday, Callie wandered off to a small jewelry store while Marie finished buying drinks, coffee for herself and bubble tea for Callie. It was too early for all of this, Marie thought, but they were less likely to be noticed with so few people around, even in disguise.

Marie sighed, following after Callie who, as usual, found herself mesmerized by all of the sparkling gemstones. She stood behind her for a moment, waiting to see if Callie would notice. When she didn't, Marie placed the plastic cup on Callie's head, holding it in place.

Callie whined, standing up slowly as Marie continued to hold the cup on her head, "mean to me."

"Whatcha looking at?" Marie asked, letting Callie take the cup off of her head.

She took a drink, looking away from both Marie and the jewelry that had captivated her moments ago, "nothing!"

Marie frowned, peering around her to look into the glass display case. Inside were several expensive looking rings, all neatly sat on dark, silky cushions to add to the feeling of luxury.

"They're nice," Marie said, offering only a half-hearted little shrug.

Callie seemed embarrassed by her lack of reaction. Marie had gotten the hint and chose to ignore it. Was it a hint? Maybe it was more of a lofty idea than anything. One that both silently still shared.

"A-Anyway! If we don't hurry I'm not gonna be able to find any cute shoes to go with my new outfit!"

"What new outfit?"

"The outfit I'm gonna buy!" Callie said, louder than she meant as usual. She grabbed Marie's arm, pulling her out of the jewelry store and down towards a boutique on the far end of the mall.

Marie thought about stopping her on the way, pulling her aside, telling her she did get it but it was a serious conversation they needed to have at home. But she did none of that. Instead, she let Callie pull her along in silence, letting the entire incident hang awkwardly between them.

They didn't go back to the jewelry store that day, and Callie deliberately and unsubtly refused to even look at it when they walked by it again. Callie had the money to buy any jewelry she wanted, so if that's all it was, Callie would have bought it herself. But she didn't want to buy jewelry, she wanted to be given jewelry, symbolic jewelry.

Marie didn't mention it when they got home, and Callie didn't try to bring it up. They hoped if they ignored it, it would go away. It never did. A lesson they should have learned already after years of pretending they weren't hopelessly and miserably in love against their better judgment.

They spent a good chunk of their afternoon avoiding one another, until Marie walked right into Callie, who just as mindlessly walked into her. Neither had been mentally present, drifting around the apartment and doing anything for distraction.

Marie broke first, though only to try and further avoid the issue. She grabbed Callie's waist, silently pushing her against the wall. It wasn't the first time she'd used sex as a distraction, and it wouldn't be the last. Callie was just as eager, though typically she was more eager than Marie could keep up with, so she took whatever she could whenever she could get it.

Still, it felt mindless and empty, and it didn't take Callie long to realize that. As exciting as it was to have Marie take her in the kitchen (for the fourth or fifth time, truth be told, but Callie enjoyed it still anyway), it was hard to enjoy a partner who was treating it like an obligation.

"Mar? Mm. Hey." Callie tugged on her ear, trying to get her attention. She was sitting on the counter by now, mostly naked, legs around Marie who seemed to be doing what she could to not really look at Callie.

"Yeah? What?"

"You tell me what. C'mon I've seen you jerk off with more enthusiasm than this," she said, coupling her statement with an appropriately obscene hand gesture.

Marie rolled her eyes.

"Are you mad at me?"

"What? No! No I'm just… I got a lot on my mind."

"Are you gonna tell me about it or do I have to guess? Cus I'm not very good at that game!" It was a lie. Callie was, typically, excellent at guessing what Marie was thinking. Still, she wanted her to talk about it.

"Look I'm. Cal, I'm sorry, okay?"

"Huh?"

"The store. The rings. The… I know. Okay? I know and I ignored you because. I don't know!"

Callie grabbed her head, kissing her softly. "I was just looking. I know we can't but it's nice to pretend sometimes, isn't it?"

"Mm. Maybe."

"I'm not mad. I just thought you were mad at me!"

Marie dropped her head to Callie's shoulder, laying against her. She only shook her head in response, deciding there was nothing left to say.

If there was one thing that terrified Marie more than losing Callie, it was getting caught. She couldn't let herself do anything that might publicly give her secret away. But, almost everyone already thought her last name was Cuttlefish, and no one with think twice about some rich girl getting new jewelry that wasn't a ring. The tabloids often zeroed in on fancy new rings spotted on celebrities, especially those thought to be single. But a necklace? A bracelet? Hardly worth a second glance.

She knew it wasn't exactly what Callie wanted; it wasn't even what Marie wanted, not exactly, anyway, but it would be better than nothing. It was like Callie said, it was nice to pretend sometimes.

Marie stood shaking outside her apartment door, staring at the box in her hand. It wasn't extravagant, it wasn't typical, and it wasn't even particularly expensive, but it felt like the best she could safely do.

Maybe it was a little silly. To buy a set of jewelry meant for one person and split it between them: a thin, silver bracelet with two small gems, one pink and one green, with their initials engraved on the inside where no one but Callie could see them, and a necklace to match that Marie would use for herself. Still, she'd taken it one step further than just a symbolic gesture.

Marie hid the box in her jacket pocket, pushing open the front door. "Hey, Cal, I'm home. Don't worry I got the mail." She did her best to keep her voice level, casual. She was trembling and she knew it.

"Did we get anything fun?" Callie called back from the couch. Marie followed her voice.

"Not really. But, I finally got my new license in the mail."

"Oh! Lemme see the picture." Callie grinned, reaching towards the envelope.

Marie held it above her head. "After me. I have to make sure it's good first."

Callie pouted, watching her rip open the envelope, waiting for her chance to strike.

"Huh. Looks like they spelled my name wrong…" Marie said, glancing up at Callie, who was already reaching for it.

"No way! Lemme see! Don't you make sure it's right first? How did they mess that up!" She held it close to her face, squinting in an attempt to see where the mistake was.

It felt a little silly to get down on one knee for their pretend marriage, but Marie did it anyway while Callie was distracted, pulling the box back out.

"I don't see anything spelled wrong. Look, it's your name." She said, beginning to read it out letter by letter. "M-A-R-I-E C-U…wait."

She lowered the ID, noticing Marie first, then the box in her hand. "Wait, wait, wait. Marie…!" She was already tearing up.

Marie smiled, offering her the box, "c'mon, open it."

"No,I can't, I'll cry!"

"You're already crying!"

"No, you!!"

Maybe she was, but not like Callie, not yet. She opened the box for her, presenting her eyes the silver bracelet. "Look, I'm sorry it's not a ring like you wanted but-"

"Shut up!" She cut her off, crying harder as she squeezed Marie in her arms. "You really changed your name? And everything? Just for me?"

"Just for us. Besides, everyone already thinks it's my name anyway, so it's easier this way, right?"

Callie pulled back, rubbing her eyes, finally managing to mostly stop crying enough to look at what Marie had gotten for her.

The engraving made her start crying all over again.

"Wait, so, this is a yes, right? I mean I already changed my name and everything sooo~." She joked.

"Yes?! Of course it's a yes, dummy!!"

[brandwhorestarscream]

AIGHT OK JUST HEAR ME OUT FOR ONE MINUTE!

Invasive Species AU. Megamom and Devious, BUT 👀 he rescued her from Something when she was just a wittle baby, and a la Tarzan, Dot grows up exclusively in the helicopter flock and thinks she's one of them. She can speak neo cybex with a cute "squishy accent" and wears armor made of scavenged part. Kind of like those mech rigs for cosplay, but with roller blades or a jet pack so she can get around faster.

Wtf anon this is so good HOW ARE YOU GUYS THIS CREATIVE??

I swear I'm about to sign over my blog to ya'll 😂😂 the stuff you come up with is just A+ chefs kiss

I am obsessed with this! Megatron accidentallying himself into having tiny baby Dorothy in his custody, maybe fished her out of the wreckage of a car accident. Her parents were travelling with their new baby daughter to visit family, and a sudden rainstorm made the road slippery and treacherous. Megatron is drawn to the scene because the crying of a baby human sounds somewhat similar to a sparkling's distress call. Finds her miraculously in tact, no broken bones, only a few scrapes. Her parents bear no life signal anymore, squashed in the front half of the vehicle after it lost control and plummetted over a small cliff (like one of those 8-10 drops you see in the sandhills). They died on impact, he thinks, and carefully extracts the infant from the vehicle. There's no human settlements anywhere near here, and she bears the scent of none he is familiar with.

He takes her back to the flock and she's the talk of the town--such a teeny tiny organic sparkling! Disproportionate body and unfused endoskeleton, she's the most fragile thing they've ever seen

Devious earns her name quickly--she develops very swiftly compared to Cybertronian sparkling, and she turns into a very crafty, resourceful kid in the blink of an eye. She's one of them, no doubts about it--she speaks the same language as them and yes, she has a cute "squishy" accent. There's some words and tones her vocal chords just aren't capable of producing, but she does her best.

I love the idea of her making herself armor. Megatron helps. Every so often one of them will go out to gather more nesting material, and she'll get to pick through what they find to outfit herself with. She wants to be just like them and fit into her family, so she's probably been making these mech rigs since she was a kid. Megatron has saved every single armor set she ever made. Fight me

Her first time encountering another human she's probably into her late teenage years or even a young adult. She's excited because woah, you look like me! You're small and squishy and have filament on your helm too! She doesn't know any human languages so communicating with her own kind is definitely gonna be hella difficult.

She probably makes the news when someone finds her. Like there's just a whole semi-feral human that's been LIVING WITH THE ROBOTS. It's probably a global story

[musicals-n-cartoons]

As threatened, I turned Luz into a sim. Specifically, the version of Luz in Thanks to Them, as that was set in the Human Realm. This version was made with no mods or DLC.

A lot more pictures under the cut.

Nothing controversial for the gender and sexuality section; I made Luz into a biromantic bisexual ciswoman. Sims are by default pansexuals who are exploring romantically, and so that's what I leave for the people with no canon sexuality, but as Luz is canonically bi, I turned the exploration option off for her.

The traits are the first place where I really struggled against the game's limitations. How can I compress Luz's personality into just two traits? Traits that could have fit include Cheerful, Creative, Goofball, Bookworm, Geek, Ambitious, Childish, Good, and Outgoing. But none of these traits really scream Luz to me. If I were to describe her in two words, I would have said kind and impulsive. In the end, I decided that Luz showed both her caring nature and her depression above all in Thanks to Them, so I picked Good and Gloomy. Tho now that I think about it, Outgoing and Gloomy sounds like a lot of fun.

There's no option to become a witch in the base game, so I gave her her backup aspiration of being a bestselling author. Completing that aspiration gives you the ability to "capture life itself in a book, and wield it to bring back someone they've lost" which sounds like a really fun fanfiction idea.

The hair is the second place where I struggle against the limited selection of the base game. There are not a lot of options for wavy hair that goes down to the neck but doesn't cover the ears. This is basically the best I could come up with.

Converting Luz's simple animated face into the more detailed Sims 4 style was a struggle, I must admit. I'm still not 100% satisfied with it, and I feel like I can spend forever going back and forth on the eye shapes. Or the eye size, the eyebrows, the nose, God, can one even turn her tiny animesque nose into a real one? And now that I think about it, her upper lips should probably be bigger. The base game doesn't even have any facial scars...

This is her everyday outfit. I based it on what she was wearing in the school scenes of Thanks to Them. The key piece of clothing is the varsity jacket which is, while the wrong color for Eda's jacket, still pretty nice. It's also classified as masculine, so a win for gnc Luz.

Her formalwear was of course based on the iconic Grom outfit. No tutus, unfortunately. Also, excuse the different poses. These sims can never stand still.

The athletic wear was based on her Boneburough Brawl design.

Sleepwear was based on her Thanks to Them pajamas.

I don't think Luz has ever worn anything like a party outfit, so this one was inspired by her Azura costume, on the logic that Halloween costume parties are a kind of party. I said "inspired" because I couldn't find any tailcoats, or even any purple and white suit coats. There is also a shockingly limited variety of hats available.

Luz's original design was too iconic to ignore, so I based the hot weather outfit on it. Strangely enough, I couldn't find a two-colored t-shirt. The lack of high-waisted clothing is the biggest sign that the Sims 4 is showing its age.

I wanted the cold-weather outfit to be based on her Adventure in the Elements design, but none of the clothes remotely fit, so I just put the alternative Thanks to Them design instead.

Here are the other people I made. I put far less effort into them than into Luz, so I won't show them in detail. I especially don't like how the boys turned out. I should do another crack on them at some point. I plan to do Eda and King later, just need to think on how to humanify King properly.

Now, I'm not going to pay a single red cent to EA, but if I were, what DLC would I use?

Realms of Magic is of course mandatory so that the witches can be converted into spellcasters (complete with pointy ears!). Cats & Dogs add a world with New England flavor, perfect for Gravesfield, and a vet clinic business for Camila. As these kids are teenagers, might as well add Highschool Years for more of Luz's angst (tho maybe a homeschool mod for the rest of the hexsquad?). Finally, Vee's shapeshifting disguise could be represented with either aliens or mermaids.

Fun fact: Sims can't be both Childish and Evil, thus proving that the Collector will be redeemed.

[featherdownmoor]

random unsolicited snarky and borderline wacky opinions on fashion YouTubers from moi. i am subscribed to all of these ppl and continue to watch them religiously

beepworld

yays: Spunky fun person and it shows in her fashion, very distinct personal style, not afraid to take creative risks, also super thrifty which is inspiring to me (you can actually see her reusing pieces she already has in many new ways), very honest and refreshing (lovelovelove her deinfluencing videos)

nays... : this is so silly but her outfits occasionally stress me out i think my rat brain is too mean and small to comprehend it. specifically there was one time she wore a long red polka dot dress and a black leather bdsm typa harness over it and i got so agitated i had to close my laptop and go for a walk

laini ozark

yays: another fashion youtuber that's honest in a way that i enjoy very much, i like her "is it a fit or..." videos and also the ones where she talks about things she regrets buying or styling things she never uses, i like her fashion predictions and trend breakdowns too, she just articulates herself very well. also her awkwardness is refreshing ~

nays...: it could just be me but in her "is it a fit or are they just an influencer" video where she dunks a lil bit on some influencers for dressing plainly (and i agreed w her) but after a while i was like hol awn.... bc why are her pairings are sometimes very dry too *sobbing emoji* when i watched her winter outfits video and saw the same black monochromatic fit like 3 times in 3 slightly different variations i was a bit disappointed. I'm not saying "fashion YouTubers should dress more crazy" IM SAYING I EXPECTED MORE FROM SOMEONE WHOS MORE CRITICAL THAN AVERAGE (Also tangentially she puts a lot of funky fashion interest photos in her thumbnails but her own outfits use almost none of that same spunk, its just like. meh)

cup of jordy

yays: uses a lot of fun colours and cute and wearable, and there never really was an outfit from her that i didnt like tbh. also her more "methodical" videos are very fun to watch and actually are super helpful.

nays: Sometimes im watching her videos and I'm like wowowow hyperconsumption... Love u sm girl but i do wanna see u wear stuff u already have in new ways :'D

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Not much of a question but I'm really thrown off by this min hee-jin/ador/hybe controversy, like did not expect this sudden collapse. Really hoping this doesn't affect these young girls too badly and, honestly, that they get mhj the hell out asap. I know she wants ador independence but I hope she never gets it. She may have carefully crafted nj's brand, but I'm hoping they'll be able to continue without her. Leaking artist info? Having a meltdown bc another group also made a chill minimalistic song and had a lot of success? Just bizarre. I wouldn't say I'm a nj fan but I don't want them dragged down with her, and mhj seems like the type to try to take people down with her. What do you think about what's going on?

I don't know all the details, but good riddance. That woman is trash, so good for her for sabotaging her own career. It's hard to think of her getting out of this unscathed, but she might find success elsewhere - for some reason, she has an entire cult behind her.

Also, it's funny people were okay with her being a creepy pedo, but it's her greed and audacity to fuck over a billionaire conglomerate that does it for people, smh.

Reddit being Reddit is defending her "creativity", saying this will negatively impact NJs. She is not unreplaceable. Maybe their next cb won't be as good (it will certainly be the most anticipated), and Hybe might fumble the bag initially, but they have enough money to keep NJs at the top. It's not like people wouldn't get tired of this Y2K crap eventually, and who knows if MHJ wouldn't have failed to transition them to a different sound. She was at SM for a long time and, as far as I know, none of the groups she worked with fell off after she left...

All in all, I'm happy they're getting rid of her, and not worried about NJs. Not to sound heartless, but I don't give a shit about the group and they have Hybe and millions of fans rooting for them so I doubt they won't be okay. I hope MHJ didn't brainwash them too much - she certainly seems the type to.

Anyway, I'm sure it will all end well for Hybe and NJs.

Thanks for the ask! Sorry if I sound unsympathetic to NJs. I'm biased against them tbh. They're all everyone talks about and I don't get it. Their outfits and concepts creep me the fuck out, they're too young, MHJ is a pedo, etc.. Like, yeah... sorry.

[astuckathometome]

Alright, well for all of the 3 people that will actually end up seeing this, hi, hello, I've been not-tagged by @articulately-composed, cause I felt like doing this, lmao. It helps me think about things I don't process.

1. Were you named after anyone?

Originally, my father, but I had my name legally changed to swap my middle and first name, so technically, Joseph from the Bible, lol.

The names I go by, that's just. My username from when I was a kid, mostly. It's been a while, but I like Ciel being on the list.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I couldn't tell you the exact date, it was recently though. I've had car trouble and that really fucked with my head for a night or two. The desire to just have things work for once, is a strong one.

3. Do you have kids?

Lord no. I'm a quarter century but I'm not planning on it anytime soon. I am absolute ass at dealing with children, and to my knowledge, none of my partners want them at the moment.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Bowling, kickball, tiny bit of flag football, nothing important, that's for sure.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Fairly frequently. Not all the time, but enough that it's noticeable I think.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Honestly? I'm not sure. I think voice is a big one, but it all depends on the context and place. If it's a date, I'm gonna notice the face and outfit, if it's a family party I'll be thinking who they look like, but, in general especially since I mostly live online, voice/typing style.

7. What’s your eye color?

Hazel, with green on the outside and brown on the inside. Nothing too fancy, but I've gotten compliments on them before.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Always the happy endings, at least as a preference. I can get down with a bad ending sometimes, but like. Endings in general are the important thing, which sucks cause I read so much fanfic, and those are never finished, lmao. Same with Manhwa.

9. Any talents?

Mmmm, I can sing and voice act fairly well, slightly above average bowler, good hugs, and a wealth of strange trivia that I cannot control the flow of, which makes me an ace at trivia games.

I also read fast, but that's not much of a talent.

10. Where were you born?

In a log cabin, or at least close to one, and I'm not kidding.

11. What are your hobbies?

Mostly videogames, watching youtube videos, and occasionally, so occasionally, writing and drawing.

Voice acting too, but it's hard sometimes, lmao.

12. Do you have any pets?

No, but I'd love a sweet self sufficient kitty eventually.

13. How tall are you?

6'1, there's a part of me that wishes I was a twink, but alas.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Probably English or Science. Was always a big fan of those two.

15. Dream job?

Voice acting, streaming, something with flexible hours and a creative bent. Please. For the love of the gods.

Anyways, I'll tag @soundwavefucker69 cause fuck you, I'm off to read about a pigeon.