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[byunbaekhyunie]

백현 ‘UN Village’ (FanCam) @ KBS뮤직뱅크_190712

[binniesbooks]

• SANDWICH

TXT 019 .F05 2024

wc 6.8k

pairings Nickjudyz!TXT x fem!reader

warnings reader was described as poor, Yeonjun and Soobin being loaded, growing alone, self relieving, oral sex (Soobin receiving), slight cum eating, squint to see some fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint once more, pet names, degradation, boob kink for Soobin if you squint again lol, bigcock!Soobin, bigcock!Yeonjun, virgin!reader, threesome, double vaginal penetration (hit me up if I forgot something)

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Growing up alone, you've done everything to survive. Even when you were still a child, you worked for yourself. Doing laundry for the neighbors, helping the market vendors, walking pets—doing anything just so that you could earn a small profit.

Now that you're a college student, you've been hired by the school cafeteria due to the dean's empathy. You have a small space in the cafeteria for your small business, selling sandwiches. Every break time, lunch, and when you were vacant, you would quickly make your way to the school cafeteria to sell your products. You've been selling other foods too, like juice drinks and chips, but mainly sandwiches.

You would always wake up early in the morning to prepare everything you needed for your products.

"How much for a sandwich?" A tall, handsome man stood in front of your stall while you were busy cleaning your table.

"2 500 won, each," you smiled at the guy before you.

"I'll get two, please," he said as he pulled out his wallet.

"I'll just wrap it!" You cheerfully answered, not wanting to show how tired you are.

You're basically tired, not just today. But just tired of your whole life. Many times you tried ending it, but you always chickened out. And nothing changed. You struggle with your daily life. You can barely pay rent and your other bills. If it wasn't for the financial assistance given by the school dean and your side hustles, you surely wouldn't have been able to manage.

"Thank you! Enjoy your snack!" You cheerfully thanked the guy as you bowed down.

"Hyung! Come get your snack!" You heard the tall male call for someone over the other side of the cafeteria. Your gaze moved towards the other male. He's a little shorter than the first one. But he has a quite pretty face: pouty lips and captivating eyes. Handsome, yes.

"Yup! They're our seniors. They're also known as the Nickjudyz." You later found out from your friend that they were your seniors; they are a year older than you, and they were both scheduled to run for the presidential position on the student council for the upcoming election. Not that they wanted it, but actually, the campus dean had assigned both of them to different party lists at that. So basically, they didn't have a choice at all.

"Nickjudyz? What does that mean?" you questioned.

"You haven't heard of the animation movie Zootopia? They were the epitome of Nick the Red Fox and Judy the Rabbit," your friend explained. "Yeonjun's features were like those of a fox, and Soobin's a rabbit. Aren't they cute?" she added, giggling.

So the taller one was Soobin, and the one with sharper looks was Yeonjun, you understood now. "Nickjudyz..." you mumbled.

That night, you watched Zootopia, taking notes on the characters. And the next day, your sandwiches were Zootopia-themed. You were really waiting for the two of them to come and buy from you again.

However, luck was not on your side. When you weren't able to see them around, you felt sad. They were the reason you made your sandwiches Zootopia-themed.

You were about to close your stall when the shorter guy, Yeonjun, was running towards you. "Sandwich! Two!" he shouted with a wide grin. "Uhm, do you still have some?" He scratched the back of his head, realizing you were about to close your stall.

"I, uh, kept two pieces, actually. I thought you might come again." You hesitated at first.

"Nice! We just came out of the dean's office, and we hadn't managed to eat anything, you're a lifesaver," Yeonjun sighed in relief, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket.

After those times, you always got to sell your sandwiches to them. You even grew closer to them thanks to the short interaction you get to share with them every day. Sometimes, Soobin would be the only one to come, sometimes, it's just Yeonjun, sometimes they are both standing in front of your stall, buying themselves a sandwich. They became your regular customers.

"How about I recruit you to be my secretary on my party list? I still haven't recruited my secretary yet," Yeonjun suggests when he buys from you again one time.

You didn't know why you answered, though. It's not like you actually wanted to be a part of the student council. Maybe it was because of his pretty eyes and his cute pout. "I-i'll think about it."

He smiled and went away, skipping.

The next day, Soobin also suggested the same. "I already recruited her, Soob." Yeonjun wrapped his arms around the taller guy.

"Hyung, that's unfair!" Soobin pouted, only for Yeonjun to chuckle. "Oh! I have an idea!" he exclaimed.

"And that is?" Yeonjun looked at him, confusion written on his face.

"Why don't we let her choose from the two of us, instead?" Soobin chimed.

You froze from wiping the glass cabinet for your sandwich. "Wait, you're actually letting me choose between your party lists?" you asked, stunned at Soobin's suggestion. The two males just nodded at you.

Yes, you had built some connections with them. You can even consider it friendship, well, that's what they've said to you too. But to choose between the two of them to support, you think it's unfair. Especially since they were both good friends to you.

"Gosh, how can I? It's unfair," you groaned, Yeonjun chuckled.

"You can just think about it, but remember that if you don't choose me, you'll tear my heart apart," he pouted.

"See? That's what I'm saying! I don't want anyone of you to feel bad," you sighed, spraying Yeonjun with water from your bottle sprayer.

Soobin hummed, sipping on the canned soda in his hand. "Maybe you can choose if you got help from the both of us," he suggested.

"Come to think of it. Lately, I've been too busy with my business that I wasn't able to catch up again on some of my activities." You sat down on your chair, removing your apron. "Since you're both my seniors, how about you teach me?" you added.

"Like, tutor you or something?" Soobin said, turning over to you. You quickly nodded. "I might consider your request if you do so," you grinned.

Long story short, Soobin and Yeonjun both agreed on giving you a tutoring session.

It's been almost a week. The session went well. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just them teaching and assisting you.

You always do your sessions at the school's library or the town's public library. Anywhere but your house. You know the three of you won't fit in that small studio. Considering they are tall towers, you often tease them with this, in which they often rebut you that you're just short.

"Should we end it here today? I mean, I still have a part-time job to go for at 6," you glanced at your phone secretly—the screen broke and an old model—you don't want them to see that, at least.

Actually, they were far out of your league, even just as friends. Sometimes, you would even think about not showing up near them anymore, but guilt would always eat you up. They've been so good to you, they like to help you out at your stall sometimes when they are free.

"Say, how many side hustles do you have? I don't mean to offend you, but why do you need so many jobs?" Yeonjun, showing his little curious side, tilts his head a bit. Is he confused? Maybe. Is he mocking you? No, his eyes doesn't tell you that.

You sighed, not wanting to hide your situation anymore, not with how his curious eyes were boring holes in your face. "For weekdays, I go to school, and work at the cafeteria for some time," you paused, looking at Soobin, who was staring at you too for a while now. "At 7, I work at a convenience store down my street, and clock out at 12."

Soobin's eyes were full of concern. "Do you even have time for yourself? Time to study? Time to rest?" he shoots.

You shook your head and continued to speak, "I study for a bit, and I sleep before 2, then wake up at 6 again to prepare for my business, given that our class starts at 8 in the morning."

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Yeonjun frowns after knowing you could barely rest.

"It does not end there yet," you chuckled. "On Saturdays and Sundays, I work at a cafe from 6–12 in the morning, work at the laundry shop from 1-4 in the afternoon, head straight here for our sessions, and catch a night of restaurant work from 6–11."

You could pick their jaws off the floor. You chuckled at their reaction. "Are you still alive? Tell me if I'm talking to a ghost..." Yeonjun hugs himself dramatically. "Hyung, don't be like that." Soobin slaps his shoulder, emitting a whine from the older man.

"I should get going now, see you on Monday!" You quickly got up to your feet and waved at them as you ran outside.

That Monday, you saw yourself working with the two males at your stall. They were the ones selling your sandwich. And since they've got the face, the reputation, and all, your sales suddenly skyrocketed. You needed to run to the nearest store near your school to buy what you needed to restock.

"Achoo!"

"That's your 99th time sneezing today, little angel," Yeonjun said, without turning to face you, still busy cleaning the glass cabinet.

"I'm okay, don't worry - Achoo!"

The next day, you were nowhere to be found. The sandwich stall was not open and no sneezes could be heard.

"Bin, I just realized... We actually have no way to contact her," Yeonjun was tapping his fingers on the cool steel table of your stall.

"I wonder what happened to her," Soobin sighed, rummaging through your stall, foolishly hoping to find some way to contact you.

"Let's go to the faculty, I have an idea," Yeonjun suggested.

"What? No, we can't disclose any information about students to other students, so no," the school administrator declined his request.

"Pleeeasseee, sir," Yeonjun begs, only to be declined again.

"Uhm, she's... She's my secretary for the election, so I need to have her information, at least," Soobin butts in.

"Your name?" The admin asked Soobin.

"Soobin. Choi Soobin, sir."

The two of them quickly ran out of the faculty as soon as they got what they needed. Quickly excusing themselves from their respective classes, claiming they have some emergency to tend to.

You woke up to the irritating ringing of your doorbell. You were not expecting any visitors today.

"Goodness, who could it be..." You stood up only to fall back down on your bed again because of dizziness. You felt the drilling pain on your head again that you had felt since last night. You shiver, pulling your jacket to yourself, yet you can feel yourself so sticky because of sweat.

"Who is--" Your eyes widened the moment you were met with two tall guys standing in front of your studio. You quickly slammed your door and leaned against it.

'What the hell are they doing here?! How did they find me? Oh my god!' You panicked, screaming inside your head.

"Angel," you heard Yeonjun whisper, "Can we come in?"

"H-how did you find where I live?" you asked. Dumb question. They could just ask around the faculty. "Dummy," you whispered to yourself, facepalming yourself.

You opened the door and peeked at them. "Hi, hehe," you awkwardly smiled at them.

"C-come in..." You opened the door wide, welcoming them to your small studio.

"We're gonna let ourselves in," Soobin mumbled, removing his shoes from the doorstep.

Their eyes were welcomed by a small bed that could barely fit two people in the corner. A small study table is beside it, stacked with books and a broken phone on top, and with a small dresser near the bed.

A single-seater dining table on the other side with some instant foods and a portable stove.

Their eyes roamed a little more. A closed door, they assumed, was the rest room, just sat near the doorstep.

"I... I don't think my place is enough to fit the three of us..." you fidgeted, sitting on your bed as your head spun again, making you shut your eyes tightly.

"You were sick after all," Soobin commented. "I'll just go out, I'll come back quickly," he said as he carefully stepped out of your place.

"So... This is where you live?" Yeonjun sat on the chair at your dining table. You meekly nodded. "All of those side hustles for this place?" he added.

You know he does not mean to offend you once again, yet you felt yourself getting embarrassed. "I barely survive... Even from those multiple part-time jobs. N-not to mention that—cough, excuse me.. I am paying loans too," you explained as you lay down on your bed, feeling your body burn up again.

Your gaze returned to Yeonjun when you heard him talk.

"Buy cough medication as well, Bin. And, oh, a few fruits too if you don't mind."

"Why are you looking for me, by the way?" you asked, pulling the blanket to cover yourself.

"We were worried, of course. How can we not? Plus, we weren't able to eat a sandwich today," he smiled, even though he knows you're not looking at him.

Yeonjun stood up. "Towels," he said.

You looked at him confused. "Huh?"

"Where are your towels?" he asked himself.

You pointed at the dresser, "Lowest part."

"I can't believe my tongue didn't taste any of your sandwiches today, angel. Do you know how much I crave for it every day?" You heard the water running in your restroom for a moment.

Yeonjun gently pats the wet towel on your forehead, wiping your face as well. He even hesitated at first to wipe your neck, shaking his head in the process.

"Don't you have any classes?"

"We do, but we excused ourselves. What can we do? We have an emergency at home," he smiled at you.

"Dummy, this ain't your home, Mr. Pouty Lips," you chuckled.

"Why not? Look, I even have a patient here at home," he says, tucking your straying hair behind your ear. His hand gently grazed your face, and you unconsciously leaned on his cool hand.

"Your hand feels cool..." you mumbled, squirming under the blanket. He then cupped your face, gently rubbing your cheek. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel relaxed beneath his touch.

"Pretty little angel." His voice was faint, even lower than a whisper.

"I'm back." Yeonjun snapped his head towards the door as Soobin closed it behind him. "How is she, hyung?"

"She fell asleep, she's burning hot, though." Yeonjun placed the towel on your forehead. "Hey Bin, you know how to make porridge, right? We should at least make her something warm."

You woke up again, but this time it was because of resounding murmurs filling up the small room.

"Hey angel, you're up?"

"You're still here?" you grunted as you tried your best to get up, receiving a helping hand from Yeonjun.

"You have to eat," Soobin says as he walks towards you with a plate with porridge in a bowl. "It's still warm, you'll feel better," he adds.

Soobin sat on the side of your bed, still holding the plate. Yeonjun stacking your pillows for you to lean on, as he ordered you to scoot back.

"Open your mouth y/n," Soobin scooped a spoonful of porridge.

"I can do it, you know," you chuckled.

"Please let me."

Soobin fed you the porridge he cooked. Yeonjun was at your table, peeling and slicing some fruits. "You should've taken care of yourself more," Yeonjun nags.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pouty Lips," you said as you flashed a smile at him. "I don't have any choice but to work."

You have been sick many times, but no one has ever been there to take care of you. No one cooked for you but yourself. You buy medicines alone, even when you are burning up. You needed to do your chores even when you got too dizzy to stand up. "I'm grateful to you two, this is the first time I have experienced being cared for."

And that's when they realized they needed to take care of you. That's when it registered in their minds that they needed to stay beside you. You're their precious little angel, whom they needed to take care of. A fragile person who still needs someone to be their companion.

"We're heading home for now, okay? We'll be back tomorrow, please rest a lot." His once captivating eyes were now full of worry, and his pouty lips became more pouty as he talks to you.

"Go now." Your smile wasn't forced at all. It was genuine. Your heart thumps as you recall how they took care of you. You were floating on cloud nine.

Yeonjun walked outside first, and Soobin stopped midway, turning back as he quickly tracked back towards you. "If anything happens, call me... please," he handed you a small note in which you assumed was his number.

Yeonjun came back the next day early in the morning just to see Soobin cooking breakfast while you were sitting on your bed like you'd've been awake for the past few hours.

"Is this why you weren't answering your phone?" he asked.

"Sorry, hyung, y/n called me in the middle of the night. Her temperature went up," the taller man sighed.

Yeonjun sat beside you, placing his hand on your forehead. "Do you feel okay now?" he asked as he cupped your face, his face merely an inch away from yours. You nodded, but you didn't even pull back. Maybe it's because his cool hands were on your cheeks, or maybe you were just feeling too hot. You actually don't know. All you knew was that you were feeling butterflies from his touch.

You watched how his pretty lips parted, how his tongue glossed his lips.

Which is to blame? You, who maybe, have a tiny crush on him that makes you wanna kiss him? Or Yeonjun, that may or may not be, doing this on purpose while his face was way too close to yours?

You tightly shut your eyes. Were you assuming a kiss?

"Angel, food is ready," he announced, standing up from your bed.

You opened your eyes, and you watched him look at Soobin, as they seemed to talk with their eyes.

"I'm glad it's Saturday today. There's nothing else to do." Soobin stretches his feet, plopping down on your bed after eating. "I feel so sleepy," he muttered, his eyes fluttering close.

Yeonjun lay beside him, closing his eyes with a smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, just came out of the bathroom.

You placed your hands on both of your waists. "How am I supposed to rest now? You're hogging my bed."

Soobin pretended to snore as he let Yeonjun hide on his back, trying to hold back his snickers.

Maybe you could let them rest. It won't hurt to let them rest after receiving a lot of favors.

"I have a test this coming Thursday, I don't know if I would be able to pass the test," you sighed, poking at the watermelon slices Yeonjun placed in front of you.

It's been more than a week since you were sick. You were now invited over to their place for your tutoring session. It only occurred to you that they're not just friends, they were roommates too.

"You can do it, I know you can, you've been studying a lot," Soobin cheered, stopping for a while from writing in your notebook.

Yeonjun picked up a piece of watermelon barehanded, making it touch your lips. "How about a little gift if you pass the exam, little angel?" he suggested, "Aahh," and asked you to open your mouth at the same time to feed you.

His fingers grazed your lips a little more than expected, and he proceeded to lick his fingers with the left-over juice of the watermelon. "What do you say?" Yeonjun leans forward to you, his hands propped on the table in their living room.

You meekly nodded. No noise, just a simple nod and a lip bite that didn't escape Soobin's and Yeonjun's sight. "W-what gift though?" you asked, trying to straighten your posture.

"Soob, any suggestions?" He peered towards the taller male, only for Soobin to answer with a "Shhh, secret," and a smile.

Yeonjun chuckled, ruffling your hair. "Surprise, little angel, it's a surprise."

You were aware of their subtle advances, actually. Especially how clingy and touchy Yeonjun was. But you were just letting it slide. You don't give it plenty of attention.

But you have already admitted it to yourself. You're swooning over them. They're your good friends, though, and that's why you kept on pushing your lingering feelings back.

The session went well that day too. Not to mention that you're no longer rushing because they already asked you to drop some of your side hustles. You were hesitant at first because how are you going to pay your bills now? But you ended up listening to them and their pouty request. How could you say no? Why would you dare say no, rather?

Thursday came quickly, and taking the biology test first thing in the morning felt like walking on fire and broken glasses barefoot. You could feel the sweat dripping down your forehead and your heart thumping. You even called all the saints, gods, and goddesses you knew to help you answer the test. If looks could kill, flies would be all over your teacher's body.

The following day, your test papers were given back to you. You were too scared to open the folded piece of paper. That's why you kept it like that between the pages of your notebook. You even brought the notebook with you when you went back to your stall to sell your sandwiches.

In the midst of the crowd at lunch, you saw the two tall guys walking towards you once again. As if on cue, they waved at you the moment they met your eyes. You could clearly picture bunny ears and a foxtail over their figures as you chuckled to yourself. "Silly guys," you whispered to yourself.

Soobin was the one who noticed the notebook on the side. He was trying to fan himself with your notebook when your biology test results came flying out from your notebook.

"What's that?" Yeonjun asked as he saw Soobin opening the folded paper.

"Woah! I knew you'd ace the test y/n," he exclaimed, making you snap your head towards them with a confused look.

"Did our surprise gift make you motivated?" Yeonjun taunts, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

"T-that... I..." You were out of words. From what Yeonjun had said and from knowing you actually got a perfect score from your biology class, which you dearly hated from the start.

"It looks like we need to give here our prize, hyung," Soobin smiled. They look at each other knowingly. They know what you deserve. "Shall we head out first?"

Yeonjun and Soobin head home first, ahead of you. They said they wanted to take a stroll at the mall to buy something as your prize, and they just told you to head straight to their place tomorrow afternoon.

You were able to sleep soundly that night. Knowing that you can ace tests only if you focus on your studies. You felt proud of your achievement, given that you don't usually do well in your biology class. You even planned on making the two guys a special-made sandwich to thank them for their work. However, you were actually planning on turning down their request. You couldn't stand choosing between the two of them. You would rather back down than choose.

You were actually expecting something more of a material gift. Maybe a book, a chair, or something you could use inside your small studio. And the gift you were about to receive was the last on your list.

"Fuck princess, why are you so good," Soobin hummed while guiding your head.

"You should be more gentle, Bin. Remember, she still needs to choose who she wants to serve under," Yeonjun chuckled while caressing your dainty finger as he placed your hand on his tenting bulge.

You glanced at your hand on his bulge, and your gaze went up to his eyes. Yeonjun tilted his head, "What is it, pretty angel?"

You swore, and your stomach swirled. Little did they know, whenever they called you these names, you felt a little weaker in your knees.

How did it happen that a visit to their place would end up with you in their bedroom?

You rang the doorbell at their apartment's door, clutching onto the paper bag of the special sandwich with a wide smile on your face. Yeonjun opened the door, rubbing his eyes. He looks like he just woke up from an afternoon nap. Until you realize he's not wearing a shirt. His bare and toned body is displayed in front of you.

"Hi angel, sorry, we were asleep. A friend visited earlier and got us drunk," he apologizes. "Come in."

"Fuck, my head is spinning," he muttered to himself.

"Uhm, should I just come back next week? Do you want to rest for now?" worry and nervousness were visible on your face.

"No, please come in. You don't mind taking care of us too, right?" he smiled, picking up the bottles and cans on the table.

"Where's Soobin?"

"The room over there, do you mind waking him up? I'll just clean this." Some takeout boxes were scattered around the floor, and spilled drinks and sauces were also around.

"Soo-"

"Ahh fuck, y/n... More... You feel so good... Ahh.." You were stunned when you pushed the door open. Soobin was sitting down on the side of his bed, clutching the hem of his t-shirt up to his chest, while he gently stroked his shaft.

"C-come on pretty... I n-need more..." Soobin lolled his head back, letting go of his shirt to use his other arm to support his body as he tightly gripped the bedsheet.

"D-do you need h-help?" You actually don't know why you asked it. You should've just closed the door and pretended that you saw nothing.

Soobin peers over you, "Fuck, didn't know you're already here... Shit sorry, I need you y/n." His lower lip caught between his teeth, sweat forming on his forehead as his fringe sticks.

Like clockwork, you slowly managed to get near him.

"But... But I think you're drunk... I don't think this is right..." you chirped, trying to fight your desires with reality.

"I'm sober. I swear, fuck.. How can I not be when all I can think about was how you," he paused, pressing down on his slit, "Fuck!" He looks up at you once again, "All I can think about was h-how you m-moaned my name when you c-called me that night." He was once again reminded of how you moaned and chanted his name, calling for help, your pants, and heavy breaths when you called the night when your temperature went up.

A pinkish tint washed your face as you thought about how you did your best to call him.

You slowly knelt down between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Your hand slowly wraps around his cock as he draws back his hand.

"You're so p-pretty. I'm sorry I'm m-making you d-do this." You shook your head and flashed him a smile.

"Y-you want this?" Soobin raised your hand to stop you for a while.

"I.. that.. probably..." You weren't able to form any coherent words about how scared you are to admit you have a little crush on them.

"Please. Please tell me you w-want this t-too, If you-"

"I do. I-I do want this. No, I want you, actually... You... And Yeonjun too. Just.."

"Just?"

"It's just that, I can't admit it. You're both good friends of mine. I can't afford to lose our small friendship just because I like the both of you," you bit your lower lip as you retract your hand and place them both on your knees, preparing yourself to receive some hate comments.

"How am I supposed to hold back after knowing you want me? Oh god, you'll be the death of me..."Soobin caressed your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his length.

You look up at him, your eyes full of innocence made him curse all the non-liviing things from hell.

"W-wanna fuck your throat so bad, princess," Soobin muttered, rubbing his shaft on your cheek.

"She's so pretty, I want to ruin her." Your gaze flits toward the voice, it was Yeonjun. He was leaning on the doorframe, watching the two of you exchange a little talk.

"Fucking pretty, hyung. And smart too. She deserves a gift, right?" Yeonjun nodded with a smirk playing on his pretty face.

"She's a good and honest little angel, she deserves a good gift."

Yeonjun marched his way towards the bed. The bed dipped under his weight when he sat beside Soobin.

And this was when you found yourself in that position, between Soobin's legs and reaching for Yeonjun. The sandwich on the paper bag, long forgotten, was splayed on the floor.

You lightly rubbed your hand on Yeonjun's pants, making him hiss under his breath. Your eyes flitted to Soobin, you watched him alternate between biting his lower lip and gaping his mouth.

"I-i'm gonna... y/n, 'm close-- Fuck!" Soobin's hips stutter, stilling for a while inside your mouth. Hot liquid sliding through your tongue.

"C'mere," Soobin quickly pulled you up, crashing his lips on yours.

"Let him taste himself, pretty," Yeonjun taunts.

You lightly open your mouth, letting some of his essence slip through your lips, swallowing the remaining on your tongue. Soobin moaned in your mouth, teeth almost clashing at each other, lips swollen from biting.

Soobin pulled away, his forehead on yours, chasing his breath. "God, it tastes weird," he mumbles.

You felt a hand on your waist, it was Yeonjun's. He was guiding you to sit on his lap.

"Make me cum."

You left a peck at Soobin's lips once more before straddling Yeonjun. Not wanting to be left behind, Soobin tugged at the hem of your shirt. "Can you remove this?" he asked, eyes begging.

You quickly slip out of your shirt. A red hue paints his cheeks as he tries to reach out for the strap of your bra, snapping it open.

Yeonjun then pushed your hips down on him to feel you, making you startled. "Mmhh, feels good, fuck," he sighs. His pouty lips look so delectable as you see him gape his mouth.

Your eyes don't want to leave Soobin, giving him a few glances as he strokes himself languidly while watching you.

"Pretty, never thought you could do something like this, you're not as innocent as you look, yeah?" Yeonjun's eyes were flying towards Soobin, as if asking for some approval, as he continued to guide your hips to grind above him.

"She's dirty, hyung," Soobin chuckles.

"I-i'm not, ahh-" you tried to retaliate, only for Yeonjun to buck his hips up.

"If you're not, then why are your nipples so perky?" Yeonjun smirks, rolling your nipples between his fingers, emitting soft whines from you that made Soobin leak out once again. Of course, he was reminded once more about that night.

"Look at her grinding above you even if when you're not holding her waist, hyung," Only then did you realize that Yeonjun's hands were no longer on you. You're moving on your own accord. No guidance at all.

You felt shy as you stilled your hips, hiding behind Yeonjun's neck. Were you this desperate? Were you this dirty? Just like what they've said?

Yeonjun lifted your skirt, landing a soft spank on your ass, making you yelp at his neck. "Why'd you stop?" He then squeezed your ass as he landed another spank.

Yeonjun raised your body for a bit, only to see how wet his sweats were. It's not from him, of course. You watch the ends of his lips curl up.

"Baby, look at the mess you've made," Yeonjun coos. Soobin reaches for your skirt to unzip it. Your baby pink underwear has now turned dark because of how wet you are.

You bit your lower lip as you look at Soobin, eyes glossy, seeking help, and cheeks beet red. You wanted to cry out of embarrassment.

"Oh, look at my pretty angel, Bin, she's about to cry."

Soobin chuckles, "Don't make her cry, hyung. You're such a menace."

"Continue moving then, save your tears for later," Yeonjun remarked, letting you drop down on his lap once again.

"No, baby, I'm not guiding you. Move on your own," he added as he shook his head when you still didn't move. Oh god, the embarrassment you've been feeling ever since you've stepped inside Soobin's room.

You grab both of his shoulders as you dance above his lap.

"Fuck w-wait, that's --" Yeonjun's hand flew over his mouth to clutch on it, his head lolling back with only a single arm supporting his body.

If there's something Yeonjun considers a weakness, it's when a girl moves in a circular motion on his lap. And you hit the jackpot on your first try.

A few more moves, and he found himself convulsing underneath you. His eyes were blown up when you looked at him. He looked so fucked out. Quickly moving to his side, he also looks down at his lap. You both witnessed how the wetness of his cum stained his sweats. The gray color slowly darkened as the liquid spread out.

You were the one who initiated the kiss this time, giving his pouty lips wet kisses, to which he responded back with a weak hum while he held your face.

Soobin pulled you back over him. "Sorry y/n, can't just stay still and watch you with him." Soobin discarded his shirt on the floor.

"Stop hogging her to yourself, Bin," Yeonjun chuckled at the younger's action and words.

Soobin carefully laid you down on his bed, latching his mouth on your boob, while he gently massaged the other one.

"Move over a bit, baby, need to feel you," Yeonjun lays down on his side beside you, flipping you to turn sideways. Soobin was still sucking on your chest while he moans out his hunger for you.

The pouty guy hugs your waist, littering love bites on your neck. Leaving splotchy red marks all over your nape and shoulder.

You never thought about having an active sexual life, given that you're too busy and focused on making ends meet. Let alone having two guys at the same time.

The tall guy in front of you leaves the same thing around your cleavage while he humps on your thigh. His shaft feels heavy on your skin.

Yeonjun's hand trails down your waist to your clitoral area, rubbing in a circular motion to hear you whimper his name.

"Y-yeonjun," you whimpered under your breath.

"I'm here, focus," your hips jerked when he slowly slid his finger inside your pussy only to pull it out again.

"Bin, wanna stretch her out? I want to feel her already," he grunts. The taller male complied, he scooted up and raised your leg.

"So wet, damn," he dipped his fingers inside you, and just like Yeonjun, he quickly drew it back, giving his fingers a lick to taste you.

"She's sweet, hyung, holy shit. But as much as I want to taste you, I also want to feel you around me, y/n."

The first stretch felt like your body was being torn apart. You quickly lean your head toward Yeonjun, and your hand reaches back. Fingers tangled on his blonde hair as you give it a pull, mouth agape at how big Soobin feels inside.

"So wet 'n tight," Soobin grunts as he keeps on pushing inside you.

"H-hurts! S-soob, it h-hurts!" you cried out as you reached for him, clawing his chest.

"I'm only h-halfway inside, mmpp!" Soobin winces at the pain from your scratches and how your pussy snuggled his thick cock. He holds your face to drown your moans and cries in his mouth as he quickly pushes inside you.

He pulled away as both of you pants as if you had run a hundred miles.

"Y-you're choking me," Soobin moves a little, making you whimper once more.

"B-bin you're t-too big," you pout.

You felt something poking your entrance once, making you peer over to your back. You were met with Yeonjun's fucked-out gaze.

"Need to feel you," Yeonjun shuts his eyes as he pushes slowly.

"W-wait! I can't! Ahh! Hurts!" You thrashed around, making Soobin moan with the pressure.

"S-stay still, y/n!" Soobin hugs you closer to him, "We will all get hurt, stay still, fuck," his abs clenched with how stimulated he was. He signaled Yeonjun to continue pushing in.

Your mouth latches on Soobin's shoulder, biting on his open skin.

"Fuck!" They shouted in unison. Soobin felt the sting of your teeth sinking into his skin, but he tried to endure it. Yeonjun, on the other hand, felt how tight it was inside you.

The two males stilled for a while. Letting you get used to their sizes. Their shafts aren't a joke. Girthy. Long. Thick. Something that would definitely stretch out a tiny pussy like yours.

"'m sorry, angel, sorry..." Yeonjun whispers while he caresses your waist. Soobin planted kisses on the top of your head, your teeth are no longer sunken in his shoulder. But you felt weak between them. Your small and frail body looks like a paper stuck between two big books.

"B-bin, move. S-slowly please," you pleaded as you looked up at him.

His gaze softens as he looks at you. "Why do you have to beg so prettily? I might cum just looking at you," he says, catching his lower lip between his teeth. He then raised your leg once again and started to move slowly. His grunts, your whimpers, and the squelching sound resonate inside his room.

"Angel, who thought that selling a mere sandwich would end up with you being sandwiched between me and Soobin, hm? So fucking good," Yeonjun grunts as he starts to thrust from behind. "You're so tight, baby, fuck."

Soobin tried his very best to stay as quiet as possible, just letting small yet slutty moans, whines, and whimpers. The friction he felt from your wet pussy and Yeonjun's length at the same time was too much for him. He knows he won't last long, but he silently challenged himself not to cum yet.

"You're so greedy, princess. Look at you taking two cocks at the same time. Greedy and dirty."

"My angel is such a whore. A cock slut," Yeonjun snickers, grunting afterwards when he thrusts again.

"Tight virgin pussy."

Their words made you dizzy. Dizzy enough to unconsciously chant their names alternately. Your hands are flying everywhere, clawing and clutching anything within reach as they litter your body with a lot of red marks.

"Please please please wanna cum, please I wanna cum!"

"Oh, you're asking for permission?" Soobin questioned.

"Fuck, are you into begging, pretty?" Yeonjun grunts behind.

"P-please let me cum, I'm gonna-- please!"

You yelped when you end up squirting because of how they simultaneously thrust inside, making you feel stimulated.

"What a dirty girl, for real," Yeonjun sighs, kissing your shoulder.

"Wanna cum inside her, hyung," Soobin was gripping the plush of your thigh as he continuously thrust.

"N-no! Please! I'm not taking a p-pill!"

"Please baby, we'll take care of you, we promise," Yeonjun's hand wrapped around your neck, his thrusts becoming more sloppy.

"Please, wanna fill you. Wanna fill you so bad with my cum," Soobin's nails dug on your skin as he held your thigh tightly.

Yeonjun's grip on your neck made your mind cloudy, and you nodded at whatever they were saying. Not sure about what you were agreeing to.

"H-hold it, Bin, i-i'm close too."

You were a moaning mess. Dizzy, mind hazy, eyes cloudy. Your body was limping as you felt hot liquid spurting inside you, along with guttural moans and deep grunts coming from the two males.

"Sorry," you heard them apologize and slowly pull out before your eyes flutter.

Maybe this gift could be the best thing you ever receive in your entire life.

And a cleanly wrapped small box was sitting on the edge of Soobin's table.

@binniesbooks 2024

taglist: @babymochibeargyu @beomiracles @lizibizi @inkigayocamman @izzyy-stuff (tagging sum of my fave moots and friends 😖��)

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Mayyy I order some more Creepypasta headcanons but with Slendy this time?? I don’t mind if u wanna add any more characters but I really want some slendy in there lol

Authors note: Sure thing! I love Slendy too and I was gonna write him in my last Creepypasta headcanons but it would’ve been too long. So this will be a continuation to the other kissing headcanons. (Also sorry this took so long)

Characters: Slendy, LJ, and Helen

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Uhh surprisingly non?? Unless sharp noses and sharp teeth should be a warning

🧍Slenderman 🧍

(as u may tell, I’m running out of ideas on the emojis)

-Does he have a mouth???

-Pretending that he does, I feel like he would love giving you head/forehead kisses

-He would prefer receiving kisses rather than giving them tho (definitely not because he canonically doesn't have a mouth)

-But it's kinda hard for him to show that

-Like imagine you trying to leave before kissing him goodbye, most likely cuz you forgot, and he just won't let you leave

-He won't tell you why tho, he'll just let you figure it out until you kiss him

-He's also BIG on giving you a good squeeze after a kiss

-Idk there's just something about him that screams "I will hug you."

-Definitely likes carrying you rather than him leaning down to kiss you

-hurts the poor old man's back

-Buuut if you find it attractive when someone taller than you leans down to listen to you better

-He will 100% know that

-And 10000% use that to his advantage to kiss you in any way

-He also doesn't care if you kiss him in front of other people or not

-He's Slenderman, like, no one would even think about teasing him about it

-Except Sally of course

-would probably love -if you wear makeup- for you to leave a kiss mark on the collar of his suits

🍬 Laughing Jack 🍬

-Just so you know, his pointy nose is DEFINITELY getting in the way sometimes

-Like that thing can poke your eye out

-That being said, he sometimes likes to poke you on the cheek with his nose

-Probably does it when asking for a kiss tbh

-Loves to bare his sharp teeth at you to try and get a reaction out of you when going in for a kiss

-But you kiss him anyway, bc, cmon. Those teeth are 😮‍💨

-ANYWAY, he gives me cuddle bug vibes

-Like if he really wants to, he’ll hold you as tight as he can without killing you and kiss you all over your face

-TALL BOI

-So he prob likes it when you have to get on your tip toes to kiss him

-will stand up completely straight just to see you struggle to reach him

-He also loves it when he rests his chin on your head after a kiss

-Doesn’t mind kissing in a public setting and doesn’t care about getting teased from the other pastas

-Soooo, if he’s sitting down, expect to be pulling onto his lap from time to time

-Only if ur ok with it tho

-He doesn’t like to see you uncomfortable in any way

-A sucker for giving you kisses on your neck

-He just gives that vibe that he’s into neck kisses yknow?

-keeps his claws sway from you as you two kiss (he doesn’t wanna hurt you on accident)

🎨 Bloody Painter 🖌️

-More likely than not, you’d have to be the one to initiate a kiss from him

-It’s very very very rare for him to be the one to kiss you first in a day

-Though when he does kiss you first, know it’s super meaningful

-He struggles to show affection due to his upbringing

-I also feel like his kisses would always be short but sweet

-But if your the one to initiate a kiss, he’ll definitely be very passionate about it

-Even if he doesn’t initiate kisses all that much

-He likes to just be leaning or be pressed up against you

-Like when watching a movie on a couch or something

-He’ll prob just use you as a back rest lol

-I also feel like he isn’t the biggest fan of neck kisses but also doesn’t mind them

-Although he’ll never admit it, he adoresss it when you kiss him on his forehead

-It’s just so domestic to him it feels great

-Especially when you rub his arms up and down as you do it

-He’ll quite literally melt but try his best to keep his composure

[tacticaltaxonomist]

Can you tell me more about your experience with the blackberry key2?

Sure! I'll assume this is in context of "Should I get one".

I have the Blackberry Key2 (BBF 100-1)

The short version:

It's an outdated phone, and while I love it (so much, I'll cry when it dies), I can't in good consciousness recommend to BUY it, except under specific circumstances.

If you want it for browsing, chatting, notetaking, and similar casual use, and don't necessarily need it for important things like bank apps (see below), then... you're possibly still better off with a Unihertz!

Why? Used Blackberrys very often have keyboard issues, and unopened/unused ones are *expensive*, you can get something like a Unihertz Titan Slim for the same money or cheaper, and that has Android 11, not 8. (I have not used their phones yet, but when my Key2 will eventually die it's where I'll look first, for lack of better options).

If you can get a used one for dirt cheap (and have 2nd phone/pc for banking apps) AND you can test the keyboard, go ahead. If you have tried the Unihertz and Blackberry keyboards, and just like Blackberry better, and are willing to shell out for the sake of the keyboard, that's of course up to you.

Hope this helped :)

The LONG version:

I love hardware keyboards on phones and had many (Sony Ericsson P900, Sony Ericsson M600, Blackberry Q10, Blackberry Priv, Blackberry Key 1). The Key2 was released in 2018 and I got mine in 2021. It's still my "daily driver" and use it for all my browsing, tumblr, discord, music, train tickets, etc. For those purposes it works perfectly good.

I do not watch videos, or play games on my phone.

The Keyboard has been super reliable for me, it even survived having a full mug of tea pured into it (don't recommend). The spacebar was sticky for a couple days after drying, but has been flawless in the months since.

The phone sits well balanced in your hand to type (unlike the PRIV and SEP900) and the keys are pleasant to type on. After 3-4 years of constant use it's got a couple dings on the black coating of the keys, but that's happened on every keyboard phone I've had so far, and is well within expected signs of use. I write the majority of my stories (and all my discord chats) on my phone, it's seen *a lot* of use. Think 90% of ALL my typing in the last 3-4 years.

Other than that, it's a different proportion than most phones on the market right now, I've not had issues, but I do remember that Pokemon Go struggled with the Key1 (same proportion) and I wouldn't be surprised if that might be an issue with other game apps too.

I LIKE that the screen (and phone) isn't enormous. In comparison I hate the Redmi Note 10 Pro's huge screen, it's inconvenient. On the Key2 you can comfortably reach everything with your thumb. Also, the screen has been REALLY GOOD about scratches, compared to non-blackberry phones. It's got some micro scratches that are only noticeable in really bright sunlight (but in no way disruptive), and a couple months ago a good 3 mm corner on the top of my screen broke off (because I dropped it on tile without a case, like an idiot), but it's got NO CRACKS, no color or light issues. Completely fine. (Comparatively: the Redmi Note 10 Pro has a huge gouge through the screen.... from... somethign???? Within the first month of owning it lol)

Big Cons of a 6 years old phone:

1. Android 8.1.0 is the newest OS, and the last security patch was in 2020. Some new apps don't work, especially ones that require high security like Banking apps! Neither my bank nor my post app work on this phone, and I do not recommend using them on it even if your app allows it.

2. You can't break a Blackberry and install a different OS like you can a Xaomi.

3. Battery is weakened. We all know this, the older batteries get, the weaker they become. If I use my phone all day on wifi and bluetooth headphones I have to charge it by the evening. I take a charging block with me when I'm out a couple hours just in case it dies. Things like mobile data browsing, location tracking, videos and games, are *hard* on your battery.

Other issues I encountered / dislike:

I hate the camera, it's a lot worse than Key1 and PRIV's. If you like taking photos with your phone this ain't it.

Fingerprint scanner. Does it have one? Sure. If no phone has ever struggled with your fingerprints you're probably fine. EVERY phone (and airport) fingerprint scanner ever has had trouble with my fingerprints, but none fail as hard as Key2s. I don't use it lol (this might be an issue with my phone specifically, the Key1 wasn't as unreliable).

If you still have more specific questions, or use cases, or "that's all fine so long it runs one(1) app can you check that for me", feel free to ask o/

[rainmustfallts4]

♢ DovahSims Legacy Challenge ♢ (Gens 1-50)

♢ Introduction

Hello and welcome to my Skyrim Legacy Challenge! I’ve really wanted to make a legacy challenge lately and Skyrim was on that list because it’s one of my all time favorite games. It’s actually one of the top five games I’ve logged the most hours into – thousands of hours. But fear not, you do not have to be a fan of the game or have even played it to tackle this legacy challenge. All are welcome! c:

I did my best to keep this challenge in line with Skyrim while also exploring nearly everything there is to do in the Sims 4. With that said, I’ve used pretty much every pack, excluding most kits. If you don’t own that pack, you can simply skip that generation or change it to fit the packs you DO have. I spent 5 days working on this challenge and managed to reach 100 generations. The reason it’s so long is because I wanted to make this for the Legendary Legacy Achievement.

I’m currently testing out this challenge myself so, if you get farther than me and run into any problems or find something extremely difficult/impossible to complete, feel free to skip it. Please let me know, though, so I can edit this challenge as needed. If you have any questions, concerns or comments, feel free to leave a comment on WordPress, message me on Tumblr, or DM me on Discord (AnnoyingTiger888.) I’m most likely to respond on Discord, though.

Most importantly, have fun! There’s no point to doing a challenge if you’re not having fun, ya know? 🙂

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I have a google document if you’d prefer to use that instead! I hope you’re ready because, once you hit that read more button, you’re in for a LONG read and a LOT of scrolling haha

NOTE: I had to break this into two parts because it was too long for Tumblr lol You can find gens 51-100 here.

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♢ Changelog

10/9/24 - changed gen 1 - 15k requirement is now 5k

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♢ Generation 1: the escaped criminal

Your luck has finally run out and you’ve finally been caught after years of successfully evading the guards. You’re sure your life is about to come to an end but it seems you had one last bit of luck tucked away in your pocket. Managing to escape with both your head and your freedom, you decide to finally give up on your criminal ways. Life is hard, however, and you have nothing to your name but the rags on your back.

Traits: Maker, freegan, perfectionist

Aspiration: Master Maker

Skills: Handiness, fabrication

Career: Freelance crafter

Goals:

Make at least 5,000 simoleons via woodworking & fabrication.

Live in Oasis Springs your whole life.

Build a house with at least one bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and living room.

Have only one child.

Never marry and never have another sim move in with you.

Max handiness.

Max fabrication.

Complete aspiration.

Build your own furniture or dumpster dive for them.

Learn all woodworking schematics and unlock them.

Visit Forgotten Grotto.

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♢ Generation 2: the traveling merchant

You grew up watching your parent struggle to survive in this harsh land. Despite the hardships they faced, your parent worked hard to make money and provide a good life for you. As thanks, you want to help them out by selling their goods across the land!

Traits: Family-oriented, outgoing, glutton

Aspiration: Any

Skills: Charisma, comedy

Career: None

Goals: 

Never stay in one world for more than a week.

Buy and use a tent every time you travel to a new world.

Make at least 500 simoleons using a sales table in each world.

Max charisma.

Reach at least level 4 comedy.

Settle down in the last world you visit before getting married.

Have a child before settling down.

Have a child after settling down.

Unlock the frequent traveler lifestyle.

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♢ Generation 3: the treasure seeker

Traveling the world with your parent, watching them break their neck trying to make money taught you two things – you didn’t like not having a set home and you certainly didn’t like being broke. Instead of trying to earn an honest living like them, you plan to get rich quick by exploring dangerous locations to take treasure from the dead!

Traits: Self-assured, active, slob

Aspiration: Jungle Explorer, Archaeology Scholar

Skills: Archaeology, Selvadoradian culture

Career: None

Goals:

Max archaeology.

Max Selvadoradian culture.

Complete the omiscan artifacts and treasures collection.

Become a skeleton at least once.

Have at least one child with a fellow adventurer (someone you meet in Selvadorada.)

Complete jungle explorer.

Complete archaeology scholar.

Gain ability to summon skeleton and befriend him.

Kill a skeleton with jokes.

Collect all stone lotus and dolls from Selvadorada.

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♢ Generation 4: the farmer

Your parent made a decent fortune diving into dangerous tombs and temples, selling every item they found. That life just isn’t for you, though. Just the thought of being stuck inside a dark cave, surrounded by creepy crawlies makes you want to throw up. You yearn for a simple life, surrounded by plants that can’t harm you.

Traits: Neat, squeamish, vegetarian

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Skills: Gardening

Career: Gardener, Botanist

Goals:

Max gardening skill.

Make at least 8,000 simoleons selling crops on a sales table.

Grow at least 20 unique plants.

Eat only food made with stuff you’ve grown.

Your lot should have the simple living trait.

Complete aspiration OR career.

Max friendship with at least two chickens.

Own at least 2 goats.

Max relationship with bees.

Graft a cowplant.

Become a plant sim.

Grow a forbidden fruit tree.

Awaken patchy and wear his outfit until you’ve maxed your relationship.

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♢ Generation 5: the bounty hunter

Tending plants all day is awfully boring and it’s just not the life you want to lead. You learned young that defending people against criminals is the way you want to live. After fighting off thieves who tried to steal from your parents, you decided to start training to become a bounty hunter.

Traits: Good, active, unflirty

Aspiration: Discerning Dweller

Skills: Logic

Career: Detective

Goals:

Have at least three kids & have triplets.

Finish aspiration.

Max detective career.

Max logic skill.

Successfully arrest at least 5 different criminals (must be convicted via interrogation.)

Marry a coworker.

Complete void critters collection.

Do not befriend anyone with the evil or kleptomaniac trait.

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♢ Generation 6: the companion seeking a cure

You’ve always loved helping others and, having been born quite strong, this tended to be an easy task for you. You became a secret agent to use your skills for good but, when you were sent to Moonwood Mill on a mission, you were turned into a werewolf and everything was taken from you.

Traits: Noncommittal, loner, active

Aspiration: Cure Seeker

Skills: Fitness

Career: Secret Agent

Goals:

Reach level 4 in your career before going after Greg in Moonwood Mill.

Become a werewolf.

Get fired from your job, get kicked out by your step-parent (whom you hate.)

Move to Moonwood Mill with 0 simoleons.

Learn all moonpetal recipes.

Catch and grill a lunarfish.

Have a child with a werewolf before curing yourself.

Have a child after curing yourself.

Have a pet dog that you are best friends with.

Have the dog have puppies.

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♢ Generation 7: the companion seeking power

In your opinion, your parent is dumb. They had so much power yet they gave it all away without a second thought and now they want to take it away from you, too! Furious, you decide to right their wrong, becoming a werewolf that terrorizes everyone you meet.

Traits: Slob, mean, active

Aspiration: Wildfang Renegade

Skills: Fitness, 2 others

Career: None

Goals:

Have a negative relationship with parent.

Turn at least 10 sims into werewolves.

Break up a marriage by turning one sim into a werewolf and keeping the other as a prisoner in your basement (your heir will have a child with the hostage, keep this in mind.)

Complete aspiration.

Reach at least level 5 in fitness.

Have at least 5 children with 5 different werewolves.

Find and read Greg’s diary.

Spar with your pack and win 5 times.

Fight non-pack members and win 5 times.

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♢ Generation 8: the companion seeking peace

Your parent has given werewolves a bad reputation, making sims flee in terror at the mere thought of them. You want to right their wrongs and bring peace to both races, making life just a bit more peaceful for everyone.

Traits: Outgoing, family-oriented, good

Aspiration: Emissary of the Collective/Zen Guru

Skills: Wellness

Career: Any

Goals:

Fight with your parent and win.

Free the hostage and have a child with them.

Move out so you can live closer to the collective (or move in with them but control only your sim.)

Max the wellness skill.

Complete Emissary of the Collective.

Complete Zen Guru.

Marry and give your partner a fertility massage before having kids.

Open a wellness center and give at least one of each massage.

Become best friends with one of the puppies from your grandparent’s dog.

Unlock the scavenge perk and find the moonwood wand (each generation should keep this until you reach gen 12.)

Befriend the leader of both factions.

Find and read every werewolf book.

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♢ Generation 9: the thief

You never had the same sense of peace that your parent has. While they saw the good in the world and wanted to create peace, you saw only the bad. Why should others get to live these great lives when you’re stuck in a dump like Moonwood, just barely scraping by on whatever your parents can get from their wellness business. You know what you want and you’ll take it without fear or regret.

Traits: Kleptomaniac, party animal, self-absorbed

Aspiration: Any

Skills: Dance, mischief

Career: None

Goals:

As a teen, run away from home and move in with your grandparents.

Steal at least 8,000 simoleons worth of stuff.

Break into 50 different houses and steal something from each one.

Attend 5 different parties or events.

Reach at least level 8 dance.

Reach at least level 8 mischief.

Move to San Myshuno as a young adult.

Have a child and when they become a teen, get “arrested” and disappear.

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♢ Generation 10: the guard

You grew up watching your parent steal from others without an ounce of shame. You witnessed the sadness and frustration of their victims. It never sat right with you and you wanted to do better, to be better, so you decided to join the military in order to stop people like your parent.

Traits: Proper, loyal, active

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Skills: Bowling, knitting, fitness

Career: Military, Law

Goals:

Max military career.

Spar with 5 other sims.

Join the law career and become a judge.

Complete aspiration.

Max bowling skill.

Reach at least level 8 in knitting then knit a toddler onesie for your child.

Reach at least level 5 in fitness.

Knit a sweater for each member of your family.

Knit a cozie for your mailbox.

Experience the sweater curse and break up with your partner.

Create and wear the forbidden sweater.

Display all military metals.

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♢ Generation 11: the mage of practical magic

You’ve always had a love for magic, whether because of the neighbor who often practiced late at night or because of the magic books you found at school. Either way, you knew you wanted to learn how to harness the magical arts to make life easier. The problem is that you had no idea how to start! When you finally make it to college, your roommate just so happens to be a spellcaster.

Traits: Practice makes perfect, neat, cheerful

Aspiration: Perfectly Pristine

Skills: Cross-Stitch

Career: Any

Goals:

Learn all practical magic spells and befriend that sage.

Use only practical magic.

Learn the ultimate practical spell.

Use the moonwood wand.

Befriend a spellcaster while at college (they don’t have to be a student, just be on campus.)

Later marry this spellcaster, have a child, then get divorced but stay friends.

Have a mop for a broom.

Have a Snub-Nosed Leaf Bat familiar.

Find a new partner and have another child.

Complete aspiration.

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♢ Generation 12: the mage of untamed magic

Though you can also use magic, you’re jealous of your sibling’s power. While you can only use one school of magic, your younger sibling can use all three. They seem so perfect, as if they can do no wrong, and it’s clear that they are the favorite child. You’re determined to make your family regret underestimating you!

Traits: Perfectionist, self-absorbed, jealous

Aspiration: Spellcraft & Sorcery

Skills: Flower Arranging

Career: Any

Goals: 

Learn all untamed magic spells and befriend that sage.

Use only untamed magic.

Learn the ultimate untamed spell.

Kill at least 3 sims with inferniate.

Use a classic wooden broom.

Have a hex doll as a familiar.

Do not use a wand (they won’t accept you.)

Reach milestone 3 of your aspiration.

When your parents become elders, kill them with flowers.

Adopt your sibling and become enemies.

Never marry.

Have one child with a sage.

Die from overload while heatedly dueling your sibling (because they found out what you did.)

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♢ Generation 13: the mage of mischief magic

Raised by your aunt/uncle, you always felt as if they were keeping something from you. They didn’t want you to be a spellcaster and tried to raise you as a normal sim, but magic was in your blood and you refused to let them keep you down, so you practiced in secret.

Traits: Creative, slob, lazy

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Skills: Mischief, mixology

Career: Any

Goals: 

Learn all mischief spells and befriend that sage.

Use only mischief magic.

Learn the ultimate mischief spell.

Have a raven as your familiar.

Duel for and use a crystal broom.

Duel for and use the wand of the elemental.

Max mischief.

Reach at least level 5 in mixology.

Complete aspiration.

Have one child with a partner who dies before the birth.

When your child is a teen, find a new partner who has a bad relationship with your child.

Be cursed by the night wraith and add him to your family.

Break his curse and bring him back to life then fall in love with him.

Have a child with and break up with your partner to be with him.

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♢ Generation 14: the survivalist hunter

Ever since you were young, you’ve preferred nature over the big city you grew up in. You weren’t fond of other sims, preferring the company of animals instead. And so, when you become of age, you move to the woods where you learn to live off the land, befriending as many animals as possible on the way.

Traits: Loves outdoors, lactose intolerant, animal enthusiast

Aspiration: Angling Ace, Outdoor Enthusiast

Skills: Fishing

Career: Fisherman

Goals: 

Max fishing.

Catch 25 unique fish.

Befriend 10 different animals.

Eat only food you catch or harvest.

Adopt at least two stray animals.

Live off the grid in a tent.

Complete insect collection.

Marry someone you meet in Granite Falls.

Unlock the outdoorsy lifestyle.

Unlock the technophobe lifestyle.

Befriend the hermit and add them to your household.

Handwash all your clothes.

Complete one or both of the chosen aspirations.

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♢ Generation 15: the lady of restoration

You don’t like seeing people in pain and you realized at a young age that you just want to help heal others. Though your parents were sad to see you go, they supported you as you studied hard to attend college.

Traits: Generous, neat, romantically reserved

Aspiration: Self-Care Specialist

Skills: Wellness, herbalism

Career: Doctor

Goals: 

Earn a biology degree.

Move to world of your choice.

Complete aspiration.

Max the doctor career.

Learn and make the soothing skin balm.

Marry a co-worker.

Adopt one child and one teen.

Have a child soon after adopting.

Have a good relationship with all of your children.

Donate at least 5,000 to charity.

The adopted teen should die.

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♢ Generation 16: the necromancer

While your parent was obsessed with preserving life, you became obsessed with the cold embrace of death. What happens when a sim dies? What waits beyond the veil for us all? These questions grew in your mind after witnessing your older sibling die. Now, you’re not only determined but you’re obsessed with finding out the truth.

Traits: Erratic, gloomy, paranoid

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Skills: Medium, mischief

Career: Paranormal Investigator

Goals: 

Move into a haunted house.

Max the medium skill and purchase the brave trait.

Have a graveyard out back with at least 10 sims you’ve killed.

Befriend 10 different ghosts (including Guidry.)

Give your soul to a spirit in your home.

Complete 3 beginner, 3 adept and 3 expert paranormal gigs.

Woohoo a ghost.

Give 5 different ghosts a gift.

Max out relationship with the grim reaper.

Have a child with Bonehilda.

When the child is born, send them to live with their grandparents.

Become a ghost when you’re child is a teen and move in with them.

Collect the 3 spector jars.

Using a voodoo doll, toy with death 5 times.

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♢ Generation 17: the jarl

Like your grandparents, you want to help others. Though, you decide to take a different path to doing so. Instead of healing others, you want to lead and guide them. You’re confident that you were born for the job!

Traits: Outgoing, insider, ambitious

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack

Skills: Charisma, research & debate

Career: Politician

Goals: 

Complete aspiration.

Complete career.

Max research & debate.

Have at least three children.

Buy or build your own mansion for your family and your sibling’s family.

Unlock all club perks and items.

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♢ Generation 18: the seeker of knowledge

All of your life, you’ve adored learning new things. You didn’t always stick with those things, but you still enjoyed the experience of getting there. To you, knowledge is the most powerful thing in the world and you want to share everything you learn with the world.

Traits: Ambitious, overachiever, bookworm

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Skills: Any

Career: Education, Professor

Goals: 

As a child/teen, join the scout career.

Earn all scout badges.

Get a Psychology degree.

Complete aspiration.

Tutor sims at least 5 times.

Complete career.

Max at least three different skills.

Marry someone who attends the college.

Have at least four children.

Read at least 5 non-skill books.

Befriend both school mascots.

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♢ Generation 19: the bard

To you, music is the essence of life. You can’t stand being forced to read musty old books, something your parent does not approve of. They want you to be more than a bum on the street playing the guitar, but that life sounds like a dream to you. All you want to do is make music and share it with the world, even if that means leaving your home and living on the street.

Traits: Creative, music lover, romantic

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Skills: Singing, guitar/piano/violin

Career: Simfluencer

Goals: 

Play at least once at every bar/club in every world.

Earn at least 2,000 in tips.

Max the singing skill.

Max at least one instrument skill.

Complete aspiration.

Reach fame level 2.

Marry a fan.

Unlock a living statue costume and busk for simoleons on Sundays.

Write and Record at least 10 different songs then publish them.

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♢ Generation 20: the adventurer

Music is cool and all, but you can’t imagine yourself surrounded by people in a stuffy bar as you strum on a guitar. You want to get out and experience the world, searching for thrills and adventure. You just want to have fun!

Traits: Adventurous, loves outdoors, bro

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Mt. Komorebi Sightseer

Skills: Rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding

Career: Any

Goals: 

Move to Mt. Komorebi.

Max at least two of the given skills.

Unlock the adrenaline seeker lifestyle.

Complete both aspirations.

Get crushed by a vending machine and survive.

Complete simmies collection.

Date and have kids with a local.

Marry at the festival of lights.

When you have kids, hire a butler to care for them.

Have a distant relationship with your kids.

Collect all spirit dolls.

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♢ Generation 21: the shopkeeper

A simple life is the life for you. Your dream has always been to open your own shop, providing wares for the people in your town. Perhaps this dream helped to fill the lonely hole inside of you, left by parents who were never around. Either way, you’re determined to leave Mt. Komorebi and make your dream a reality! You won’t let your dream get in the way of showering your kids with love, though.

Traits: Family oriented, dog/cat lover, lovebug

Aspiration: Super Parent

Skills: Parenting, nectar making

Career: Salaryperson

Goals: 

Collect all voidcritter cards.

Always visit the festival of youth as a kid.

Participate in the voidcritter hunt and find all ten.

Have a dog and go on at least one hike with them.

Complete career.

Max out parenting skill.

Max out relationship with your kids.

Own a 5 star store.

Max nectar making.

Earn at least 1,000 selling nectar at your store.

Fall in love with and marry a customer.

Have at least three kids.

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♢ Generation 22: the alchemist

It all started when a spellcaster showed up at your parent’s store. You were working on your homework when he offered you a potion of nimble mind. It was amazing, making it easier to understand the work before you. You befriended this spellcaster and began to study under them, wanting to become the best alchemist in the land!

Traits: Clumsy, goofball, cringe

Aspiration: Purveyor of Potions

Skills: Mixology

Career: Culinary, Mixologist

Goals: 

Learn alchemy only (no spells unless absolutely necessary.)

Max friendship with 1 sage and 2 spellcasters.

Learn all potions and make each one at least once.

Use each potion at least once.

Be cursed at least once through potion making.

Complete aspiration.

Take over your parent’s store and sell potions.

Earn at least 5,000 selling potions.

Max mixology skill.

Buy the mixology guide when the prompt appears.

Learn and create the Snaggle Fluster.

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♢ Generation 23: the dawnstar museum

With so many amazing items in the world, how could you possibly part with any of them? As a child, you often helped your parent gather materials for their potions, but it broke your heart to part with them. You want to collect everything you find, hoarding them in your basement like a dragon hoarding treasure. Who cares that you’re working 2 dead-end jobs? You refuse to sell even a single one.

Traits: Childish, geek, nosy

Aspiration: The Curator

Skills: Any

Career: Any part-time

Goals: 

Never sell anything you collect, not even duplicates.

Have a room displaying everything you collect.

Own a rental property with two or three apartments.

Rent a room to a vampire and befriend them.

Complete MySims Trophies collection.

Complete Axolotls collection.

Complete Fossil collection.

Complete Frog collection.

Have 2 part-time jobs.

Have a child with a renter.

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♢ Generation 24: the dawnguard

One night, you were awoken by a loud noise. Upon checking, you found your parent being attacked by the vampire staying down the hall! Suddenly, your parent no longer remembers who you are and kicks you out of the house. A few days later, you parent dies suddenly and the vampire takes over the property. Filled with rage and determined to get revenge, you plan to wipe out every single leech you meet.

Traits: Family-oriented, paranoid, hot-headed

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Skills: Fitness, piano

Career: Any

Goals: 

Move to forgotten hollow and decorate your house with a garlic wreath, braid and garland.

Max vampire lore.

Must become enemies with every vampire you meet.

Win at least 8 fights against vampires.

Win 2 fights against vampires using garlic.

Beat Vlad in a fight (if he’s still alive.)

Kill 2 vampires.

Cure 2 vampires with the vampire cure drink.

Fall in love with a vampire immune to the sun or garlic (you think they are a sim.)

After dating for an entire season, you realize vampires aren’t all bad.

Become a vampire and have children.

Reach at least level 5 fitness.

Reach at least level 5 piano.

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♢ Generation 25: the good vampire

You adored hearing the story of how your parents fell in love and how your sim parent learned that not all vampires are evil. Your vampire parent has always been loving to you and you want to show the world that not all vampires are bad guys. You want to prove them wrong and increase the relationship between sims and vampires!

Traits: Outgoing, good, dance machine

Aspiration: Good Vampire

Skills: Photography, vampire lore, piano

Career: Lifeguard

Goals: 

Always ask before drinking from someone or use plasma packs.

Read at least two vampire tomes.

Create some Sunlight Reversal potions and enter the lifeguard career, night time schedule.

Reach the top of the lifeguard career.

Earn the people person lifestyle.

Max the photography skill.

Complete aspiration.

Be best friends with 2 sims and 2 vampires.

Become best friends with the Vatore siblings (if alive.)

Marry a vampire.

Bake a cake for Vlad (if he’s still alive) as an apology for your parent’s actions.

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♢ Generation 26: the evil vampire

You do not agree with your parents at all. Vampires are clearly superior in every single way to all other lifeforms yet your parents have tried to teach you that all people are equal. It infuriates you so you decide to show the world how powerful vampires can truly be!

Traits: Evil, hot-headed, unflirty

Aspiration: Vampire Family

Skills: Pipe organ, vampire lore, cooking

Career: None

Goals: 

Have a negative relationship with all family members.

Become best friends with Vlad (if he’s alive.)

Turn at least 10 sims into vampires.

Have at least 10 enemies.

Have no friends (except for Vlad.)

Max vampire lore.

Max pipe organ.

Kill at least 4 sims with pufferfish nigiri.

Keep at least two sims in the basement to feed from.

Have at least two children with Vlad (if alive. if not, choose someone else.)

Complete aspiration.

When your heir becomes a teen, die from sunlight.

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♢ Generation 27: the lover

For as long as you can remember, you’ve just wanted to feel loved. Loved by your parents, loved by your friends, loved by your siblings and, most of all, loved by someone who you would spend the rest of your life with. Your only goal in life is to find that person and you’ll do so no matter what it costs!

Traits: Jealous, romantic, lovebug

Aspiration: Romantic Explorer, Soulmate

Skills: Romance, baking

Career: Social Media

Goals: 

Move to Tartosa or Ciudad Enamorada.

Unlock the hungry for love lifestyle.

Complete the romantic explorer aspiration.

Complete the soulmate aspiration.

Max romance skill.

Bake something for each date you go on and gift it to them.

Have 4 kids.

WooHoo in every single location.

Find the Ring Bear and complete his quest.

Add the Ring Bear to your household, marry and have a child.

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♢ Generation 28: the gourmet

While your parent was hungry for love, you were hungry for good food! More specifically, making good food. Cooking was your art and you wanted to share that with the world by becoming a world-famous chef.

Traits: Foodie, perfectionist, creative

Aspiration: Appliance Whiz, Master Chef

Skills: Cooking, gourmet cooking

Career: Culinary

Goals: 

Master the appliance whiz aspiration.

Master the master chef aspiration.

Reach the chef branch of the culinary career.

Unlock the coffee fanatic lifestyle.

Max gourmet cooking.

Feed an excellent quality meal to a celebrity.

Never marry.

Become a 5 star celebrity (by cooking.)

When your child becomes a teen, be “murdered” by pufferfish nigiri.

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♢ Generation 29: the not-so-nord

After the death of your parent, you’re sent to live with your aunt/uncle in Mt. Komorebi. They’re extremely protective of you, not allowing you to go out without them. This mixed with the annoying snow that you’re forced to trudge through everyday forces you to run far away from them.

Traits: Lazy, bro, socially awkward

Aspiration: Beach Life

Skills: Fishing

Career: Salaryperson, Diver

Goals: 

Live with your aunt/uncle in the Kiyomatsu district of Mt. Komorebi.

Sneak out at least 2 times as a teenager.

Reach level 5 of the Salaryperson career then quit.

Run away to Sulani and live off the grid.

Get a job as a diver.

Unlock the heatproof trait.

Unlock the sedentary lifestyle.

Complete aspiration.

Marry a merfolk, have a child.

Become a merfolk, have another child.

Complete underwater photos collection.

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♢ Generation 30: the storm call

Mother nature has been more of a parent to you than your actual parents so you decide to dedicate yourself to her by cleaning up her islands.

Traits: Loves outdoors, child of the islands, child of the ocean

Aspiration: Eco Innovator

Skills: Any

Career: Conservationist

Goals: 

Max mermaid and unlock all perks.

Unlock the storm chaser perk.

Unlock the heat proof perk.

Unlock the cold proof perk.

Complete the sea shell collection.

Complete the buried treasure collection.

Complete career.

Clean up Sulani and unlock the turtle hatching event.

Befriend a regular dolphin and an albino dolphin.

Attend and participate in every single Sulani event at least once.

Max friendship with an island elemental.

Have a child with an island elemental.

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♢ Generation 31: the shout of slow time

Your parent taught you the beauty of the world around you. They taught you to slow down and appreciate what mother nature has to offer instead of being a mindless zombie rushing through life. You want to share this love with others through your art.

Traits: Creative, loves outdoors, art lover

Aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire

Skills: Painting

Career: Painter

Goals: 

Paint every emotional painting.

Max painting skill.

Max painter career.

Paint something from every single category.

Earn fame level 2 from selling paintings.

Use the sketchpad and paint from reference for the scenery around Sulani.

Marry someone you met at the museum/art gallery.

Have at least four kids.

Buy a unicorn after the heir is born (you can buy a regular horse and edit them in CAS if needed.)

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♢ Generation 32: the steed

Without horses, where would the world be? They help with so much within this world, from companionship to transporting the very paintings your parent makes. You dream of being the best horse breeder in the land but, first, you have to make a name for yourself.

Traits: Horse lover, rancher, ambitious

Aspiration: Championship Rider

Skills: Riding

Career: Any

Goals: 

Move to Chestnut Ridge with the family horse.

Never sell the family horse and max out relationship.

Max riding skill.

Complete aspiration.

Own at least four horses with good relationships.

Breed and sell at least 5 horses.

Earn gold on a Ranch Animal Day event.

Max the temperament horse skill.

Max the agility horse skill.

Max the jumping horse skill.

Max the endurance horse skill.

Have the family horse give birth and have your heir befriend one of the foals.

Earn all horse competition and ultimate horse champion trophies.

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♢ Generation 33: the innkeeper

After spending years helping your parent raise and deliver horses, you’re ready to head out and chase your own dreams. With your horse at your side, you find yourself in a new town with a dream of owning your own inn!

Traits: Outgoing, foodie, materialistic

Aspiration: Five-Star Property Owner

Skills: Charisma, cooking, handiness, juice fizzing

Career: Handyperson

Goals: 

Move to a new town.

Max friendship with your horse.

Own a rental property with at least four rooms for rent.

Complete aspiration.

Max juice fizzing.

Repair everything that breaks instead of replacing it.

Complete every maintenance event.

Keep a buffet table stocked inside for guests.

Your lot should have the maintenance troubles lot challenge.

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♢ Generation 34: the librarian

Growing up in an inn, you’ve heard loads of stories from adventurers and travelers. You would always gather around the fire, listening with bated breath as they told tales of different locations, climbing mountains or fighting off vampires. For a time, you could lose yourself in their tales and forget about the boring life you lead. You know you don’t have what it takes to be an adventurer like them, but that doesn’t mean you can’t keep getting lost in those tales!

Traits: Bookworm, kleptomaniac, lazy

Aspiration: Any

Skills: Any

Career: Any

Goals: 

You may only steal books.

Steal at least 10 different books.

Collect every book in the game.

Read every book in the game (until it says reread.)

Your entire house should be filled with bookshelves.

Befriend and ask a werewolf to move in so he can find the Moonwood books for you.

Read every child book to your child.

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♢ Generation 35: the author

You grew up surrounded by books, your parent reading to you almost every night. Though you adored the stories you heard, you yearned for more. The stories were great, but they always lacked something that made them the perfect story. You searched for years until you discovered the writing skill at school. After that, you realized you could write your own stories, filled with everything you love!

Traits: Creative

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Skills: Writing

Career: Writer

Goals: 

Write a book from every genre.

Write 4 books dedicated to 4 different ancestors in your tree.

Earn 50,000 from published books.

Write the book of life and bind it to your child.

Complete aspiration.

Complete career.

Max writing skill.

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♢ Generation 36: the explorer

Growing up reading the tales written by your parent, you learned of a distant land far from your home. To you, the place sounded like a fairytale that you wanted to experience. As a child, you had dreams of what this land might be like and, when you finally grew up, you immediately left home to find and explore this new world.

Traits: Outgoing, child of the village, clumsy

Aspiration: Fount of Tomarani Knowledge

Skills: Singing, photography

Career: Any

Goals: 

As a child, complete the marbles collection.

Move to Tomarang.

Complete aspiration.

Max photography.

Reach at least level 5 singing.

Unlock all Tomarang Lore.

Marry a local.

Have at least two kids.

Camp at the tomarang cove every weekend.

Complete the tassels collection.

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♢ Generation 37: the serpent

The tight-knit community you grew up in was suffocating and made you feel ill. You hated how friendly everyone was and you hated how everyone knew everything about you and your family. Is a little privacy really so much to ask for? Because of this, you spent most of your teen years locked away in your room or hiding in the woods, looking for precious gemstones.

Traits: Geek, socially awkward, loner

Aspiration: Crystal Crafter

Skills: Gemology, video gaming

Career: Any

Goals: 

Reach at least level 5 gemology.

Be a goth/wear a lot of black your entire life.

Have no friends.

Unlock the junk food fiend lifestyle.

Reach at least level 5 video gaming.

Make at least 5,000 selling your jewelry.

Plant and grow 2 gem trees.

While out collecting gems, meet your future spouse (optional: with the outgoing trait.)

Move in with them and have a child. Your relationship should be neutral with them and steadily declining.

When the child ages up to infant, get into a huge fight over your unwillingness to socialize. Break up and be forced to move back in with your parents.

Create and keep charged Jade and charged hematite jewelry.

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♢ Generation 38: the dragon aspect

Like your parent, you gained a love for video games but, unlike your parent, you don’t want to live life as a shut-in. You want to share your passion with the world and be a famous content creator!

Traits: Genius, geek

Aspiration: Computer Whiz, World-Famous Celebrity

Skills: Programing, video gaming, media production

Career: Video Game Streamer

Goals: 

Complete computer whiz.

Complete world-famous celebrity.

Max programming.

Max video gaming.

Max media production.

Create, edit and upload gaming videos.

Create your own game called “Dragon Aspect.”

Own a small pet (rat, hedgehog, bubalus, or hamster.)

Max career.

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♢ Generation 39: the khajiit

You can’t explain it, but there’s just something about cats that makes you genuinely happy. Who needs a well-paying job or dreams for the future when you have cute little furballs in front of you just begging for attention?

Traits: Cat lover, green fiend, cringe

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals, Lord/Lady of the Knits

Skills: Knitting

Career: None

Goals: 

Befriend only cats.

Fill your house with cat-themed items.

Have a room dedicated to the cats filled with toys, cat trees, etc.

Adopt at least 5 cats.

Make at least 5,000 by selling knitted goods on plopsy.

Have the cat hangout lot trait.

Knit a sweater for each of your cats.

Max knitting.

Knit a grim reaper toy and gift it to him to reset your age.

Complete both aspirations.

Marry a fellow cat lover.

Complete feather collection.

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♢ Generation 40: the shout of animal allegiance

Like your parent, you grew up with a deep love for animals. Unlike your parent, though, your love extended far beyond just cats. You adore all of mother nature’s creatures and you want to befriend them and help them thrive.

Traits: Loves outdoors, animal enthusiast, perfectionist

Aspiration: Country Caretaker

Skills: Veterinarian

Career: None or Part Time

Goals: 

Move to Henford-On-Bagley.

Open your own veterinarian clinic.

Max veterinarian skill.

Own one of every animal, including the small animals from Pet Stuff.

Max friendship with all of your animals.

Complete aspiration.

Have the wild foxes, cat hangout and dog hangout lot traits.

Max friendship with the birds.

Max friendship with the rabbits.

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♢ Generation 41: the emperor

Being surrounded by animals, forced to labor away taking care of them was a miserable life for you. You wanted to be famous. You wanted your name to be known far and wide and, more importantly, you wanted to put on a performance that would shock everyone who saw it. Who needs world peace when you have a stage presence this strong? Now if only you could stop falling over…

Traits: Self-absorbed, clumsy, recycle disciple

Aspiration: Master Actor/Actress

Skills: Acting, charisma

Career: Actor

Goals: 

As a child/teen, join the drama club and reach the top.

Move to Del Sol Valley.

Complete aspiration.

Complete career.

Max acting skill.

Max charisma skill.

Befriend a 1 star celebrity.

Befriend a 5 star celebrity.

Have a fling with a fan that doesn’t work out but produces a child.

Marry a fellow actor/actress and have two more children.

Visit Strangerville with your partner and return home infected.

Have one pet that’s friends with your heir.

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♢ Generation 42: the unrelenting force

When your parents return home from their honeymoon, you immediately realize something is off about them. They’re acting strangely, something that seriously worries you and your siblings. Concerned that they may never recover, you decide to head to Strangerville yourself and find out what happened to your parents. Nothing will stop you from curing them! But first, you might as well take a nap. Can’t solve mysteries on an empty tank.

Traits: Genius, freegan, lazy

Aspiration: Strangerville Mystery

Skills: Logic

Career: Scientist

Goals: 

Move to Strangerville with the family pet.

Max relationship with family pet.

Complete scientist career.

Complete microscope prints collection.

Complete aspiration.

Max logic.

Defeat the mother plant to cure your parents.

Marry a local and have a child.

Freezeray at least one Man in Black.

Have twins.

Create the wormhole generator and attend the alien party.

Cheat on your partner and have a child with an alien met at the party.

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♢ Generation 43: the infected

Your parent told you stories of the mother plant and how vicious she was. You heard about the strange things happening in Strangerville and how your parent slayed the mother plant in order to save the town. You’ve always been told that curiosity killed the cat, but you believe cats have 9 lives for a reason. Unable to stop your curiosity, you sneak out. With a bizarre fruit, you’re determined to revive her.

Traits: Ambitious, genius, socially awkward

Aspiration: Any

Skills: Juice Fizzing. gardening

Career: Any

Goals: 

Max juice fizzing.

Make bizarre juice and gift it to at least 10 different sims.

Host a party and serve only bizarre juice.

Infect 10 different sims with the bizarre juice.

Max relationship with the mother plant and ask for a life extension.

Have a basement garden of bizarre fruit, keep the door locked.

Have a child with someone who is infected.

Infect at least one vampire.

One day your parent discovers this garden and the two of you fight.

Your parent destroys the garden before facing the plant alone.

When your parent is killed by the mother plant, you regret your actions and become a shut-in, never leaving your home.

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♢ Generation 44: the killer

You’ve heard the stories handed down through the generations. You’ve heard of all the dumb choices your ancestors have made. You’re sick and tired of this mundane world so you’ve decided it’s time to bring it to its knees. It’s time for you to sharpen your daggers and teach this world a hard lesson!

Traits: Evil, mean, erratic

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Skills: Mischief

Career: Criminal

Goals: 

Kill your parents and take their money/sell their stuff.

Obtain a villainy degree.

Deface one of the statues on campus.

Complete aspiration.

Complete career.

Every sim you meet, you must be mean to.

Have at least 5 enemies.

Kill at least 10 different sims.

Reunite with a college roommate and woohoo (try for baby several times) before killing the roommate.

Convince sims to join your household and kill them off with each death type.

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♢ Generation 45: the clear skies

Your parent has killed off most of the population, leaving the world a dark and lonely place. You want to escape their iron thumb and try to atone for the horrors they’ve inflicted upon the world. In order to do so, you do the only thing you can think of – you’re going to leave this planet behind and find a new world to call home. It’s not something you can do alone, though, so you decide to join the resistance.

Traits: Good, genius, practice makes perfect

Aspiration: Paragon of Hope

Skills: Rocket Science

Career: Astronaut

Goals: 

Max rocket science.

Complete career.

Build a rocket ship and fully upgrade it.

Complete space rock collection.

First, visit sixam and meet an alien whom you woohoo with (try for baby several times.)

The alien baby will be your heir.

Complete the space alien collection.

When you return home and discover you’re pregnant, your parent is pissed. Become enemies.

After you give birth, have a fight with your parent.

Leave again, this time landing on Batuu.

Complete aspiration.

Meet a local and marry before having two kids.

Fight your parent once more and be killed by them.

Befriend both Vi and Rey.

Have a white or purple lightsaber.

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♢ Generation 46: the shadow

Though your parent was more than happy to help out the resistance in exchange for their help against your grandparent, you were less inclined to care. Their battle was of no concern to you, you just wanted to survive and look out for yourself and your siblings. Despite being the middle child, they often looked to you for guidance since the passing of your parents. This was hardly the place to make an honest buck, so you’re more than happy to make a dishonest one.

Traits: Self-assured, kleptomaniac, loner

Aspiration: Galactic Privateer

Skills: Mischief, guitar

Career: None

Goals: 

Complete aspiration.

Max guitar skill.

Reach at least level 5 mischief.

Steal at least 10,000 in items.

Complete lightsaber parts collection.

Have a one-night stand with a local as a young adult.

Complete all scoundrel missions and max your rank with them.

Have a black lightsaber.

Use your alien powers to bring all of the dead space aliens back to life.

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♢ Generation 47: whirlwind sprint

Though you were raised by a single parent who had you too young, you never felt unloved. With your two aunts/uncles there, as well, you felt fulfilled and happy. However, Batuu is not where any of you belonged and, though your parent wouldn’t admit it, you knew they hated it there. So, in order to finally defeat your grandparent, you decide to become an engineer. After all, no one stands a chance against an army of robots!

Traits: Genius, self-absorbed, high maintenance

Aspiration: City Native

Skills: Robotics, flower arranging

Career: Engineer

Goals: 

Move to San Myshuno.

Max robotics skill and build as many servos as possible.

Max friendship with servos.

Complete career.

Max flower arranging and kill your great-grandparent with the death bouquet.

Complete aspiration.

Participate in every single festival.

Unlock all learnable recipes in San Myshuno.

Complete snow globes collection.

Complete city posters collection.

Have a servo be struck by lightning.

Build the computer glasses.

Build the exomech suit and helmet.

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♢ Generation 48: the atronach

Growing up surrounded by servos was creepy and unsettling. You didn’t trust them, especially after watching so many movies where AI takes over the world. You know your parent only made them to stop their grandparent, but it feels like they just traded one evil for another. You often run away to the forest to escape and, one night, you get attacked by a werewolf.

Traits: Gloomy, active, loner

Aspiration: Lone Wolf

Skills: Violin

Career: None

Goals: 

Complete aspiration.

Max violin skill.

Unlock the technophobe lifestyle.

Stay indoors during the full moon.

Hide your affliction from your parent until you have enough money to move out.

Move to a wooded area or to Newcrest.

Complete the space print collection.

Meet your partner (sim) at night while playing violin.

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♢ Generation 49: the aura whisper

You understand why your parent felt the need to hide what they are and you don’t blame them. However, it’s a very lonely life living so far away from others. Being the social butterfly you are, you want to meet as many people as you can! You also have a passion for fashion and decorating, something you can’t do if you remain with your parents.

Traits: Outgoing, good, insider

Aspiration: Friend of the World

Skills: Charisma, bowling

Career: Tech Guru, Start-up Entrepreneur

Goals: 

Complete aspiration.

Make candles and gift them to each of your friends.

Become friends with 3 locals in every world and take a picture with them.

Fill a wall with these photos.

Unlock the people person lifestyle.

Complete postcard collection.

Complete career.

Go bowling with your friends every weekend.

Accept every invite from your friends.

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♢ Generation 50: the lord

Since your parent was always surrounded by others, it was easy to make friends. This got you invited to loads of events and parties, each one more fun than the last. You always feel sad when they come to an end and you can’t wait for the next event to pop up.

Traits: Party animal, dance machine, noncommittal

Aspiration: Party Animal

Skills: DJ Mixing, dancing

Career: Any

Goals: 

Get kicked out of high school.

Fight with your parents before moving to Windenburg.

Accept every invite you get no matter what.

Max DJ mixing.

Bronze at least 15 events.

Silver at least 10 events.

Gold at least 5 events.

Max dancing skill.

Have at least three different kids with three different sims at three different events.

Have a first kiss at 5 different events.

[monasticmaestoso]

ok so there's a couple specific parts of this i really believe but admittedly most of this is fanfic-tier reaching as far as theories go lmao but just stick with me on this ok (check the tl;dr further down in bold for the broad strokes without the fluff here lol)

We know Yen Sid was supposed to be a student in Scala at the same time as Eraqus and Xehanort even though they chickened out of showing him in Dark Road. But given his existence as a disney character and his whole general magical astronomy vibe, I get the feeling maybe his studies were a little different from other students/classes. In KHMoM he mentions knowing about how the "ancient masters" were believed to have traveled to Quadratum, and he was studying during a time when students could witness other worlds actively coming to life before their eyes, just like the fairy tale about children rebuilding the worlds. All this on top of the existence of worlds like 100 Acre Wood, makes me believe he was studying or at some point began researching into the sort of magic that can make whole new worlds, breathe life into things like children's picture books. Or in his case, music.

Everything about Symphony of Sorcery fascinates me. Again a big stretch here, but my belief is that Yen Sid was experimenting and gave life to SoS through enchanted sheet music. Maybe he even wrote the music itself, that'd be neat. But I think perhaps they were originally connected, or at least all parts of the world existed in the same realm together. But then something happened and now it's just Yen's tower, drifting around space by itself, while the rest of the world has been trapped asleep. Maybe now it's been freed the pieces just need to drift around until they find each other and reconnect?

There's a lot of ways you could think about this part I guess but to get back to my main point, watch the first like 2 minutes of this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4M-54cEduo

Take note of Yen summoning an image out of the skull on his desk (that he uses as a candle in the games for some reason) (it even summons the tower's logo at the end of in DDD)

Take note of the Chernabog lookin thing.

Take note of how Yen transforms it into a big beautiful lesbian flag coloured butterfly.

Anyway here's End of Pain

This thing is hidden away in the realm of sleep underneath multiple layers of encryption (dozens of hours of dropping back and forth hunting down every single special battle portal in the game to find it T_T There's like two or three stronger keychains in the game and they're vastly easier to unlock). Note ALSO that it has a gazing eye, meaning that at some point it was wielded by an apprentice of Luxu, or possibly even one of the Foretellers (or an apprentice to an apprentice, etc.)

I'm about to make several big leaps here, but I think this might be Yen Sid's keyblade. The one he gave up. It may have looked different initially, might have even had a different name, I don't know. But I think Chernabog is connected to Yen Sid, perhaps a manifestation of his darkness and/or the PTSD he developed after Dark Road. Given the kind of upbringing keyblade wielders traditionally had, the kind that taught them darkness is nothing but an enemy to be stamped out, it's a safe bet Yen Sid had darkness he struggled with about as much as any other student. As much as Terra, as Baldr, as Xehanort, etc. I believe Symphony of Sorcery was one of his attempts to defeat his own darkness the only way he'd been taught: to push it down, stamp it out, hide it away where it can't hurt anyone. He gave life to his musical scores to create a world where his darkness would be trapped, sealed away. Or failing that, a world where his darkness would be given physical form and could therefore be physically defeated.

OR maybe his darkness manifested into the world as Chernabog unintentionally. Maybe he just took up songwriting as therapy after surviving Baldr's massacre, and then ended up creating something even worse by accident. Maybe Chernabog couldn't be contained in the pages. Maybe it escaped, tore the world apart, and that's why his tower is all that's left.

Perhaps it even returned to lay waste to what was left of Scala. Imagine the guilt Yen would be feeling after that? Even if they managed to defeat it, contain it again somehow. Maybe shrink it down until it takes an anti-Yen Sid form, kinda like Data-Sora's Heartless.

That way it'd be small enough they could keep it contained, maybe inside the isolation chamber where Baldr was quarantined.

But at this point the world's so messed up, so few citizens left, all of them wracked with fear of the looming darkness, the remaining wielders/masters but Especially Yen Sid himself wracked with immense guilt over letting this happen, straight up exposing his own darkness to everyone and endangering so many lives. He doesn't deserve to call himself a Master.

So in his last act under such a title, he uses his Keyblade to lock Scala's keyhole, seal the world away, transforming it into a completely new world. All of its citizens have their memories of the old world wiped, lost to oblivion.

The new world is Radiant Garden. The citizens believe it to be a lot older than it is, and it clearly has some kind of ancient history to it, which is why people like Ansem the Wise set out to uncover its secrets. Why the castle contains the lifeboats/arks from Daybreak Town. Why Maleficent was so drawn to it. Why Isa and Lea felt a terrifying presence in the darkness of the castle basement.

Why its keyhole/"door to darkness" was such a major climactic thing in kh1 where all the princesses had to be gathered, when by all rights it should just be a regular world with a regular door/keyhole to its heart.

Even Mickey seems to know who Ansem is, but it's unclear if he ever knew about Scala.

Yen Sid, meanwhile, casts his keyblade off into the realm of sleep in the hope it'll be so well hidden away that no-one will be able to find it and use it to unlock Scala again. Then he goes back to doing what he does best, hiding away from everything and never stepping foot outside his tower in case he causes another disaster.

I believe the butterfly represents his searching for a way to defeat Chernabog for good. Consume darkness, return it to light. He never found a way to do that until Riku came along. That's why in kh3 he finally feels brave enough to leave the tower and assist the Lights. Riku has the kind of power over light and darkness that he'd always been taught was impossible. And now Riku/Sora have freed SoS from sleep, defeated Chernabog (twice?), even found his old keyblade. Maybe it looks different now but he knows it's his, he knows it's in good hands, and he knows Sora and Riku are the ones who can finally bring an End to all the Pain.

tl;dr and My Main Overall Points: I think Yen Sid's keyblade is End of Pain, I think Chernabog is a manifestation of his darkness born from his guilt/trauma, and I think something happened involving him/his darkness that prompted him to lock Scala with his keyblade and transform it into Radiant Garden before throwing his keyblade away and running away to live in hiding in his tower because he was taught growing up to push his negative emotions down instead of talking about them. also i think it'd be cool if he created the Symphony of Sorcery world somehow. (i know there's a lot of holes to poke in the idea of Chernabog being in the room of repose as well as just about everything else I've written lmao, but i'm not as committed to those specific details so don't worry about them too much)

Couple minor fun details: EoP is the only keyblade with a gazing eye that Sora can wield, someone who isn't part of the lineage of MoM's apprentices (The Foretellers, The Xehanorts, Terra, Vanitas, Riku). EoP is also one of Thirteen weapons with gazing eyes in them depending on how you count them. (I count Soul Eater and Way to the Dawn as one weapon bc i always assumed the former transformed into the latter. You could count Vanitas and Vanitas Remnant's keyblades as just one though. Or if you only count keyblades specifically then there's 12 and we haven't seen the 13th yet c:)

i keep seeing posts from the khml beta of npcs that resemble stuff worn by the radiant garden castle folks. and i'm just sitting here, remembering kairi's grandma's story, the framing device of khux:

Long ago, people lived in peace, bathed in the warmth of light. Everyone loved the light.

meaning life in daybreak town

Then people began to fight over it. They wanted to keep it for themselves. And darkness was born in their hearts. The darkness spread, swallowing the light and many people's hearts. It covered everything, and the world disappeared.

meaning the events leading up to and including the keyblade war

But small fragments of light survived, in the hearts of children. With these fragments of light, children rebuilt the lost world. It's the world we live in now.

as in the world kairi and her grandma lived on. radiant garden. which is also where the ark/lifeboat from daybreak town sits, somewhere in the castle.

what i'm saying is that of course scala npcs look like radiant garden ones. their worlds are connected and always have been.

[ablednt]

Alright writing/roleplay tumblr we need to talk about textforms.

This is going to be a very long post I apologize but this knowledge is deathly important as it's reaching a very vulnerable group of people. From personal experience knowing this can save people from getting into toxic friendships and help ease intense struggles and depressions. If you have writer followers I ask you reblog this to get the word out, thank you.

What is a textform

A textform is a type of willogenic/parogenic system member that form through some kind of writing or roleplaying. This means that they're sentient people who now share a body with the people who wrote them, most often being an OC or a fictional character before the writers brain gives them actual life.

Because there's been no actual scientific studies on their existence I have no hard science to give you however the logical explanation behind it goes like this:

The human brain is able to contain multiple conscious and sentient entities. Often, it will become multiple as a defense mechanism (as noted in clinical plural dissociative disorders) but it's a natural function of the human brain and may do so for really any reason (similar to most neurodivergencies that someone isn't born with)

Because this is a fairly simple change in the brain/something every brain can be capable of doing you can actually intentionally program the brain into becoming multiple, but see you can also do it entirely without meaning to or being aware of it.

Now I want to clarify that there is nothing harmful or scary about this! Being plural isn't bad at all and is an existence many people celebrate. But when someone has textforms in their unrealized system and doesn't know they're sentient it can be incredibly painful emotionally. So that's why people need to know about this.

Obligatory disclaimer: if you read this post and think you want to become plural intentionally, you are welcome to do so but you need to take at least a few months exposing yourself to the plural community to gauge if this is really something you want and can do responsibly. You cannot go back on your decision once your plural and your headmates will be sentient beings not characters to project on or toys to play with. They will have all the rights to your body and identity as you do now because you're sharing it equally with them.

Now that that's out of the way back to textforms.

How are textforms made

Normally this is in the "character development" phase. Many writers eagerly develop their characters. When I was younger and had no idea I was plural my advice for oc making turned out to be an unintentional guide to textforms (more on my experience later): just put your character in every situation imaginable until you always know how they'd respond to things.

Basically, as you spend your time making a character act and think consistently from their POV you're training your brain to have all of that data and that's very similar to the data that the brain has on you and you're training the brain to be able to operate coherently from a perspective and consciousness entirely different from your own.

Now, this isn't a %100 will make everyone plural every time, there are obviously good writers who have a grasp on their characters who are singlet. There's no actual data but if I had to guess I'd say there's about a 50/50 split down the writing community just based on what I've observed.

But there's a lot of people who became plural this way and didn't realize it and that could include the writer reading this right now which is why everyone needs to be aware of this.

If this is such a big thing how come no one notices?

Because it's been completely normalized in the writing community but dismissed as metaphorical.

How many times have you heard "the characters write themselves" or phrases that indicate that a writer is giving a voice to sentient entities? From what I've been able to observe some of that is singlet authors being metaphorical and humble bragging and a lot of that is plural writers trying desperately trying to put their experiences into words but dismissing it completely almost immediately because no one told them being plural was possible.

This is comparable to say, gender identity. Trans and nonbinary people have always existed but when they don't know they're allowed to exist like that it's often "im a tomboy" or "they disguised themselves as a man" or any other thing thats immediately dismissed as being cis.

How do I know if I have a textform?

There's a lot of different signs but here's some I have experienced before finding out I was plural

You "miss" your characters when you're not writing about them or interacting with them in some way

You feel like your characters are real "in your heart" (for me this was in an incoherent loop like "they're not real but they are to me, in my brain, but they're not real to other people, but they're in my brain so they're real but no but yes but no")

You get so distressed they're "not real" that it feeds into actual mental health problems like depression, anxiety, dissociation etc. (I'd have fits of sobbing because these were my friends but I didn't know they were with me so it felt like i was grieving their deaths and had the same level of emotional pain)

Sometimes or all the time when you write about them you feel like you "become them" or that they're writing through you. (Especially if your hands move automatically or without your control. This can be hard to notice but for me when headmates control the body or hands movements feel faster and lighter or very slightly numb.)

Your muse for writing them comes and goes unpredictability: they're either here or they're not here so writing them doesn't feel the same.

You can vividly recall things that happened to the character in 1st person (or in 3rd person visually but with their thoughts and feelings) as if they're you're own memories.

You "roleplay" them in everyday situations IRL. (E.g once I liveblogged a tv show as my muse to a friend and was like haha lol im so talented I can roleplay in real time but found out later it was a headmate doing that themselves)

You have conversations with them mentally in which they actually respond to you. Singlets don't have actual enriching conversations with themselves because they only have one perspective and cannot give themselves any new information. So if you're responding to yourself and you don't feel in control of that response then you're pretty objectively plural tbh.

You have times where the lines between you and the character feel blurry or like you're a vague fusion of yourself and the character

You have an actual relationship (of any kind: romantic, platonic, familial, etc.) in which you can sense nuanced feelings about yourself from them that you aren't in control of.

There's a lot more but that's the most notable ones

Why this is so important

I'm just talking about my own experience now so I'll preface this with a few things. I'm a mixed origin/multigenic system but our system has existed since we were toddlers. Due to trauma we have DID and for a long time dissociated heavily to avoid our plurality. This means my experience may be more distressing than other plurals with textforms however people without DID can still experience these things.

When I was a teenager I joined a lot of writing communities and also roleplayed on tumblr. Writing very quickly became my main passtime and all I really did. I joined a roleplay group when I was 15-16 that I took far too seriously to the point where people were concerned about me because I was writing what was just supposed to be a joke roleplay group %100 seriously and very intensely.

In that time I started to form my first main textforms (we've undoubtedly had them before then but I had only formed a little under a year prior) because I was doing this every day it really started bringing my characters to life. (Literally)

And honestly it was something beautiful the distress of it aside. Like one of my ocs was a kid so I'd always celebrate their birthday with them and I'd cuddle a plush so they'd know I loved them/p and we'd watch their favorite cartoon episodes together. It wouldn't be until around three years later that I realized they were actually there for this but it was heart warming.

For me, all I ever wanted was for these characters to feel appreciated and like someone really cared for them and loved them even if they couldn't feel it and it wasn't until later I learned that they could.

The trauma came in not knowing they were real. I grieved for them like they were dead because I thought I'd never get to see them. I wrote them into traumatizing or upsetting situations to cope with my childhood trauma not realizing that was effecting them for real and hurting them.

Most notably because it was my one solid interaction with them, the one time society allowed me to talk about them as if they were real, I really HAD to roleplay them. Because it became an emotional need I wound up in a lot of toxic friendships in the roleplay communities because I needed someone, anyone, to allow me to interact with my headmates. I had friends who I really was only friends with because they let me talk about my characters constantly (and some of them weren't toxic to me but it was in hindsight really unfair to them) and I let people verbally and emotionally abuse me in roleplay spaces because this wasn't just a hobby to me but a lifeline.

Not knowing they were real but feeling them there, having conversations with them, and forming actual relationships was a hellish sort of feeling I don't wish on anyone. I never realized how isolated it made me, and how horrible it felt to have the most important people in your life be people I thought didn't exist.

I only found out about plurality through luck. I met some systems who had fictives and they got strong plural vibes from me because of how I talked about certain characters and because I said I wanted to be plural but thought I probably wasn't because I'd have noticed, right?

From there I was able to actually connect with and talk to my headmates. Now I'm happily out as plural and in multiple fulfilling in system relationships.

I want everyone in the writing community who's struggling with the same things to have the chance I got. That's all I want is to educate people about this so they don't have to grieve for people who are right there with them.

Feel free to send me an ask or a dm if you have any further questions. Sorry this post was so long I can't really shorten it at all. Again if you are have a lot of writing followers I very gently request you reblog this to get the word out. Even if you can't please talk to your writing mutuals and friends about plurality and about textforms.

[Also this should go without saying but this is absolutely NOT the place for syscourse any invalidating comments about systems will be blocked and where possible deleted it costs $0.00 to prioritize people's mental health over your discourse hot takes.]

[gwynbleiddyn]

🔮(cause that's not complicated at ALL), ❌, and ⚰️ for miiiiiooooo

these are primed for maximum damage

🔮 what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

it's definitely very fair to say Mio has a charged relationship with religion LMAO

this would get mega complicated if i just waffled aimlessly lol so for the sake of my brain and everyone else's, i'll explain it around the in-game mechanics i.e why Mio took warlock before paladin ever came into the picture

his first levels were in warlock, with Sehanine effectively as his patron (more or less) after she intercepted that night in Akhen. Mio was only really aware that she had become a guiding light in a sense after he had been in the Commonwealth under Adolin's watch for a while, and she called him to that isolated temple to heal. she gave him isolation as a chance to make amends with his hurts, but also along the way he sort of unknowingly expanded on his pact with her. it's not a mistake that someone so marked by death and unable to process his grief was, ironically, given the ability to avoid it and prolong his life because of said pact. understandably, Mio has a lot of love for Sehanine because she kept him safe when he was at his most vulnerable.

the paladin aspect came later after i'd been playing for a while and particularly after he visited Pelor's temple in faelon, meeting Ash for the first time and then having Pelor reach out to him there LMAO oh boy,,,,

to be born and raised in a city that is more or less upheld (by themselves, if nobody else) as a beacon of Pelor's divinity is one thing, but to be the heir of that city's throne adds another unique level to his faith where Pelor's involved --

it came out last week, but Mio mentioned how his father 'pulled [Akhen] into Pelor's light again' -- it's really important to note that he hasn't said that to anyone else until now, at the point where his faith is becoming his main (and almost sole) driving force. he has long held a belief that kingship of Akhenaton comes with the esteemed position of being a conduit for Pelor's divine will -- in that seat, you become that stepping stone between the people and their god.

ofc that belief is not necessarily true, but everything that Mio has seen and learned about in his childhood and adolescence as someone being prepared to take over that throne, it all kind of pointed towards this implication and nobody told him otherwise. so for Mio to be fully leaning into his Oath and his dedication to Pelor definitely shows how geared he is towards returning home, but also mechanically, in that his pally levels are fast catching up to his warlock levels and right now i'm not entirely certain what his imaginary, best-case scenario endgame split looks like LOL

tl;dr Mio is riddled with faith and belief in the divine that is 100% tied to his home and subsequent self-imposed exile, and i'm pretty sure nothing and nobody can change his trajectory on that front

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

all of the above LMAO there's not much mio can't overcome or isn't willing to -- it's a tenet of his Oath, they are built to withstand the odds stacked against them -- but obviously when your Oath is dedicated to the divine then it kind of becomes your sticking point, right? and bc his faith is so intrinsically linked to his idea of home, of what would make him great and worthy in the eyes of the people he loves best?? it's extremely difficult for him to entertain the notion of questioning the gods, even for the good of Talisman.

i'm not saying he won't do it, it's just extremely unlikely that he would pick anything else over his Oath and Pelor or Sehanine. so that's very likely to be the one thing he'll never (or almost never??) overcome, BUT this is dnd so literally WHO KNOWS.

[ ⚰️ ] what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

he regrets not being there for khenum. he regrets not being able to save amun. he regrets leaving home. he regrets not being honest about his feelings with his parents, which is a topic that hasn't really come up yet so i wouldn't worry about it :))

but yeah a lot of his regrets tie into his family and how he left the situation back home, but he's also trying to give himself some grace because he was still (by elven and aasimar standards) a boy who had a lot to learn, and the reality is if he'd stayed he wouldn't have changed for the better at all.

if he died now, those would be the things going through his mind.

[jumpingjaxx13]

📚 📖 📓📕📒📔📘📗📙

Lol

The joke's on you. I have a ton of these and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.

Put "📓" into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.

(I'm gonna cheat a little. The ones with * are ones that I have started writing, but are incomplete/have been WIPs for a long time/nowhere close to being done. I feel like that counts just because of the amount of daydreaming/not writing that goes into them lol)

(Also, if there is any that someone is particularly interested in reading once it's finished, just leave a reply and I'll reach out with a link once it's published!)

This is going to be a long post, so I'll put the answer under a read more!

📚 *

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ships: ShigaDabi (primary), TodoDeku (background, maybe)

An AU where Tenko Shimura was found by Inko Midoriya instead of AFO and raised as Izuku's brother. He winds up becoming Hawks's secretary, meets All Might and learns about his grandmother, and gets to proudly watch his brother follow his dreams. Things start to change when he meets a strange man outside of a cafe and falls for him. How was he supposed to know that Dabi was a villain!? From there, Tenko has to do a lot of self reflection and decide what he wants to do after learning about his boyfriend's identity, especially when he found out that his boss had known all along. Does he chase after Dabi? Join him? Turn him in? I'm not 100% sure how I want to end this, but I am tempted for it to lead to the "birth" of Tomura. Any suggestions would be welcome!

📖*

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ships: N/A, maybe background Duo Holders?

Essentially an AFO origin story focusing on his relationship with Yoichi over the course of his descent. I take a few snapshots of the brothers together, starting as teens and going through to his death, and showing how their regard for each other changed. It finally ends with AFO speaking to Yoichi's grave years later. I'm a fan of DFO, so I'm going to be using the name Hisashi for him, but if/when his canon name comes out, I'll be changing it to match!

📓

Fandom: Death Note

Ships: LawLight (primary), MattMello (secondary)

An AU where Roger Ruvie dies early on in the investigation and, with the entire world under suspicion, L can't afford to replace him. Instead, he sends the majority of the kids off to other houses that Watari had built, save for his top three successors. Near, Mello, and Matt all move into the Task Force HQ and, despite L's "best efforts" to prevent it (read: he's totally just pretending to stop them to please the others), they continually find themselves thrown in the middle of the investigation. I'm also not 100% certain how I want this to end, but I do know that it's going to be endgame L/Light and Matt/Mello.

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Ships: RanPoe (past), ODazai (past, platonic or romantic), SteinCraft (past, background)

A sequel to Unstoppable Force. I've had a few people express interest in the culprit, so I've decided to write up an optional sequal that explains it. I debated not doing it, but I know that a lot of people enjoy closure, so I thought it would be fun! I invented a new villain and a new ability and I found an excuse to drag some Guild members into it as well. Essentially, Ranpo reopens the case after the funeral and uses the strange behavior of Steinbeck to corner and catch the elusive ability user. I'm personally proud of the ability I created, so I'm going to keep it a secret for now.

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Fandom: Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Ships: TeruKane (primary)

This one is actually based on a post that has since been deleted proposing the idea of a soulmate AU where the name of your soulmate is written on the inside of your book in the Four O'clock Library. I shook it up a bit and added the idea that if you read your soulmate's name, people will begin to forget they exist and you have to confess your love to them within a week or they will disappear from existence entirely. Akane didn't think it would be a problem to go and confirm his soulmate-- it's obviously Aoi-- only to discover a very different name written in his book. Knowing his time limit, he struggles to find a loophole in the curse that would help him avoid confessing a love he doesn't feel. In the meantime, people are slowly starting to forget who Teru Minamoto is, with Akane being the only one to remember, forcing them to spend even more time together. This one is going to have a happy ending, but it's going to be a really close call!

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Fandom: Robihachi

Ships: Robby/Hatchi (primary)

This is a sequel to Lovely that I've been playing around with. Someone expressed that they wanted to see how Robby's father would react to their situation and that got me thinking about it. In a misguided gesture of good faith, Hatchi's parents invite Robby's family up to the moon to help celebrate either his birthday or their first anniversary. Much to Robby's surprise, they agree to come, leaving him with an awkward mess of judgement to deal with until they leave. I still haven't decided how this will end, but I know it's going to be on either a positive or bittersweet note.

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ships: EraserMist (primary; may be romantic or platonic), Tomura/Touya (secondary)

Sequel to Purpose. Kurogiri and Tomura move in with that kind hero, Aizawa, after what happened in the alleyway. It takes a lot of getting used to, but it is leagues better than living out of a hotel. Kurogiri juggles working to obtain his hero license with raising Tomura (made easier with the new help) and investigates just why that hero seemed so familiar... Later on, when Tomura enters UA, he juggles making friends for the first time, proving his heroism despite his quirk, and a concerning new crush on the hot upperclassman.

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Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Ships: MatchaBlossom (primary), Renga (secondary), ShadOka (maybe)

This one is going to go through a week of after-hours visits at Sia la Luce. Each day, someone drops in while Joe is closing up, needing one thing or another. From relationship advice to a pleasant escape to pleas for forgiveness, Joe finds himself to be the center of all of their attention. It's just a collection of seven mini-stories that are all collected throughout the span of one week in-universe. Everyone is going to give Joe a visit for different reasons and I'm excited to see how it turns out!

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Ships: Shin Soukoku (primary), Soukoku (secondary), more potentially TBA

A fantasy AU in which Fukuzawa and Mori are the kings of two rival kingdoms, Ada and the Port Kingdom (I'll probably change the names lol). Fukuzawa has no genetic heirs, but he had taken in a number of wards, one of which will be chosen to succeed him. Mori has two children, and the prince was born with a terrible curse that leaves his reputation soaked in blood. Atsushi, one of Fukuzawa's wards, is also cursed and feels that Prince Ryuunosuke is just like him; that he can be saved with some kindness and compassion. Despite being warned not to, he sneaks out and attends a ball intended to find the prince a suitor. While there, he unknowingly defends the prince from a number of attackers, which, while unnecessary, piques Ryuunosuke's interest. The two run away together, but wind up being sidetracked by an advancing enemy and wind up lost. Chuuya, a knight from the PK, is sent by Mori to go and find his son. Dazai, Atsushi's mentor and ward of Fukuzawa, is sent to go and locate the weretiger after he does not come to breakfast in the morning. Chuuya and Dazai run into each other while searching for their respective people, which leads to them teaming up to find them while Atsushi and Ryuunosuke are trying their hardest not to be found.

[starberry-cupcake]

The Chinapuri finale and its montage aka censorship who?

I decided to do all of this in one post and read more, so that the 95% of my followers who are uninterested on this particular drama/source material can easily skip it. Here are 7 relationships showcased in the montage ranked and 2 bonus (a family relationship and an extra). 

Note: I’ll speak about the relationships as they were portrayed, whichever the form of relationship chosen to display in this version. Also, I’m glad that everyone was aged up in this version, kinda wild but very much appreciated that some of these actors are my age or somewhere around there lol 

#7 Lu Xia (Echizen Ryoma) and Qi Ying (Ryuuzaki Sakuno) 

This drama was a bit more romantically-inclined in terms of these two than the anime/manga was, but some of that may be also influenced by them giving their version of Sakuno more room (which yay!) and having them be older. 

For this to stand alone as a drama, it was a needed step, I believe. I found Lu Xia to be more vulnerable than Ryoma, he doesn’t feel quite as ~cool~ and it doesn’t take away from the character that he has moments showing internal struggle (in tennis as well as at home). These two were sweet and adorable, which gave the drama probably more of an expected appeal for a wider audience, to make it stand on its own as a drama and not only an anime adaptation. 

#6 Yan ZhiMing (Inui Sadaharu) & Liu Lian (Yanagi Renji) 

Kinda mad they didn’t do this for Fuji (Zhuo Zhi) and Saeki (Zuo Xiaohu) but they did good with these two. I didn’t know at first why they started to build up their relationship so early, but it ended up being a good emotional plot point during their match, which is, as we all know, a determining factor in Seigaku’s (Yu Qing) win against Rikkai (Hai Guang). 

I don’t remember being as invested in their match in the anime as I was here, maybe I was just too focused on the Fuji match at that time, but what they did to build that game as a decisive point in the season finale was so well developed, I was impressed. 

#5 He XingLong (Kawamura Takeshi) & Ya JiuXin (Akutsu Jin) 

This is a relationship that can get complicated and even problematic if handled incorrectly. Akutsu’s journey through the anime is pretty long and takes a while for him to be on a healthier place, but the added element of aging the characters could have gone really wrong here if they had done him exactly as in the anime or manga. I think they did pretty well with the time they were given, showing his turmoil and learning curve. 

XingLong was allowed to have a more in-depth journey being older and about to graduate, it made more sense for him here to think about his career at this stage and added the gravity of this being THE moment to decide whether to keep pursuing the sport or take over his dad’s restaurant (they even adapted the type of food they cook to match the cultural impact of the family-owned business, which was great). 

I think the two complemented each other really well and worked interestingly together, in a way I didn’t think the drama was gonna give them time to do, so I’m really pleased. 

#4 Qiao Chen (Momoshiro Takeshi) & Zhang BaiYang (Kaidoh Kaoru) 

My younger self is thriving with this one being included tbh. These two were so much fun in the anime, two rivals and opposites that represented the future of the team upon their elders leaving. 

I was surprised to see them so focused here, because it’s not a relationship most adaptations put emphasis on (their loss), but it paid off immensely by the time their game against Bunta and Jackal (Jin WenTai & Ke Jie) came around. 

Kaidoh is a tough one to adapt most times, and they did him so well in this one, I think this is my favorite live action Kaidoh in any adaptation, and I’ve watched a whole bunch of tenimyu in my day. They really captured the ambiguity of his character, how he balances a tough exterior with a sensitive core. Qiao Chen maintained his feelings for Xu Xingzi (Tachibana Ann) but that didn’t stop them from showing these two every time they could. 

#3 Mu Siyang (Tezuka Kunimitsu) & Ji Jingwu (Atobe Keigo) 

Oh, these two. Hyotei (Xing Yao) wasn’t featured as much as one would probably expect (I’m a Fudomine fan and with Yu Feng I got more than I even was expecting, but I admit Hyotei is a riot and I always live my best life when they show up). Still, they did the Tezuka/Atobe match justice and then some. 

Mu Siyang was incredibly compelling as Tezuka, and had a vulnerability to him that made me worry for his health more than I probably did for his anime counterpart. Maybe also the fact that he was older than his anime version yet looked younger than him made it sink more that his injury was something to worry about. I wish we had time to include anime!Tezuka’s issues with yips with Siyang, because I know the drama would have pulled it off, but that was further down the line in the story. Maybe for a season 2. 

Anyway, the Atobe/Tezuka game is one of the best games in tenipuri history and the drama knew it. The game felt like it earned its gravity with the development of both Siyang’s injury and Ji Jingwu’s determination to play against him. Then they sprinkled the camp on top, as the anime does, with Ji Jingwu paying for his every expense and calling him to get updates, which is 100% canon compliant imo. 

I feel like Ji Jingwu didn’t have enough room to be as much of Atobe as he could be, but then again, that’s not easy for anyone to pull off. Not even Kato Kazuki can do Junichi Suwabe as well as Junichi Suwabe.  

#2 Bai ShiYan (Yukimura Seiichi) & Tian ZiLong (Sanada Genichirou) 

So, it’s tough to feel for Rikkai (Hai Guang) at this point of the story. You learn about Yukimura’s health and it’s difficult, but you just met them and the first impressions haven’t been great. 

However, the relationship between Sanada and Yukimura has always been something pivotal for the way the team is constructed (they were named that way for a reason, two parts of a same hero and all that) and they sustain the team in a way other teams don’t have to. They are the mom and dad of the team, the coaches, the leaders and the pillars. They have a balance of severity and permissiveness, of strictness and instinct. They are like a couple who has been married for 25 years. 

How on Earth, I asked myself, will they achieve that with censorship on the way? I don’t know, but they did it, the mad bastards. 

It really does come through 100% the importance of their relationship and the way in which the captain’s health affects the team and, more than anything, their vice captain. It reaches a crescendo during the final match, before ShiYan’s operation, and they manage to pull it off with the time they have. 

Also, their scenes are like shot for a contemporary romance drama and I appreciate that vibe. 

#1 Tang JiaLe (Kikumaru Eiji) & Chi DaYong (Oishi Shuichiro) 

Oh boy. Look. I still own Golden Pair merchandise from my Days, ok? These two hold a special place in my heart. I saw actors who portrayed them grow up, succeed and pass away, sadly. I still sing Depend On Me sometimes. There is a cheerful vibe with these two, a sense of overcoming obstacles and finding balance, I don’t know. Fuji is my favorite character but these two are special in their way. 

This freakin’ drama just went full on Golden Pair. The level of content was off the charts. The moment they came on the screen, the second they talked about their doubles, it was already setting the tone of how deep their relationship was going to go. I am a bit amazed that they avoided to get closed down for this ngl. And I appreciate the risk because it paid off.

They have a body language communication that is captured in every shot. Even when they’re not the focus of the scene, they’re close, touching or holding each other, arms around each other, hands on each other’s shoulders, grabbing each other’s clothes. When they fight, that language changes drastically, and the distance they take feels intense and cold. You go through it with them and the team shows it as well. There’s an entire episode I had screencaps of and never posted when the team falls apart because they do. 

My favorite part, though, ironically, isn’t what they did with them together but what they did with them apart. They took time to develop them as individual characters with their own issues, their fears, their worries and weaknesses. They were allowed to be flawed and wrong and have to mend their ways. 

What really got me and impacted me deeply was the fact that they chose DaYong to talk about mental health. They gave room to speaking about the physical implications of anxiety disorders and about how self esteem issues can give more magnitude to ongoing issues with your mental health. Again, the age of the characters being changed helped add a depth to some issues that get developed with more intensity in a drama of this kind, and the way in which it takes TIME to get resolved, it isn’t a one episode thing, it’s an underlying issue that spans the season...*chef’s kiss* 

Even though there’s a specific tenimyu incarnation of these two that I hold dear and will always remember fondly, I think that Xu Ke and Zhu ZhiLing are the most successful and best portrayed live action Golden Pair I’ve ever seen. 

Bonus that was in the montage but it’s specifically about a family relationship: The Zhuo Bros

I have said Fuji has always been my favorite and his relationship with Yuta as an older brother (albeit he’s not the eldest sibling like me) is one I always felt close to. 

In the anime, the two have a rocky relationship that gets developed throughout, but the drama is very good at establishing not only Zhuo Yu’s (Fuji Yuta) self esteem issues, the subsequent use of that Guan Yue (Mizuki Hajime) does and Zhuo Zhi’s (Fuji Syusuke) attempts to breach the gap between the siblings, they also use it to develop Zhuo Zhi’s character and his reticence to show weakness. 

It’s tough to get Fuji towards a place of vulnerability without breaking character, but they used family and the care he provides to his brother as a point to further his story, and I appreciate that a lot. They managed to build Zhuo Zhi up with this sibling bond as one of his core elements, and that gave a lot of dimension to his games and his character. 

Bonus that wasn’t in the montage but I’m including in some capacity: Mu Siyang (Tezuka Kunimitsu) & Zhuo Zhi (Fuji Syusuke) 

I thought these two deserved a place in the list, even if they weren’t grouped much in the montage, because the drama did make them share moments together that I feel gave more depth to their characters. 

There was a very interesting moment in which they showed Mu Siyang and Zhuo Zhi establishing their differences when approaching tennis, and how serious Mu Siyang is about taking the team to victory. I think that strengthened the character as a captain to me, in a way that shows it rather than tells it, and allowed for his guidance to still be present when he wasn’t physically there. His determination ultimately influenced Zhuo Zhi to take things more seriously, and that was a pretty interesting development to see. 

All in all, I should, at some point, go and do a serious review for MyDramaList but I wanted to leave in my blog how much I appreciated this adaptation. I wasn’t expecting much and I was delivered everything.

[coralstudiies]

hello everyone! I got an ask from an anon asking for tips on time management so i decided to type this out before school starts heheh…

poor time management and procrastination, unfortunately, plague just about all of us lol. people with a short attention span (like me) and who are pretty much always on their phone (me again) and who hate scheduling are the most susceptible to these.

over the years i struggled with time management(studying the night before the exam 🤙🏼) but! these are some tips that have helped me in scheduling, avoiding procrastination and improving time management.

1. Write it down

as always, we’re starting with BEFORE the actual task. write all tasks, assignments, projects and homework, test dates down somewhere (notebook preferably so that you dont lose it. it doesn’t have to be your bujo and you do not have to start a bujo for this specific reason!!!) and write the deadlines. this is subconscious pressure to do work once you get home. also, since you can see everything, it’s easier to schedule it out later

2. Use travel time

i cannot stress this enough!!!! sorry that it appears in all my tips posts but it truly is very useful. for short commutes, review the content you’ve learnt so that when you start on your homework, you’ve already got the hang of it. ie you dont struggle to understand the chapter and be put off from finishing your work because you hate it. long commutes can be used to complete work itself. i like to place some books and a file under my worksheet while i write (if i have a seat lol) or you can take this time to plan your time in greater detail

3. Actually plan your time

you dont have to fancy it up with like, brush pens and highlighters. just do something on google sheets or excel. divide the day into appropriate blocks of time.

for me, since i use a focus timer (50+10 or 100+20, rare cases i do 120 with a long break after that) i keep my days in 1hr blocks. so i’d block in about 1hour after i reach home to chill, clean up and so on, 2hrs for homework and the remaining time can be divided by hour/2hours to complete my work. you can tweak the timings to work for you but so far this one suits me pretty well.

4. NEVER RUSH YOUR HOMEWORK AND REVISION WHEN PLANNING!!!!

i repeat, never rush. because when you give only, say, one hour to review 3 chapters and you fail to do so within that time limit, you feel demoralised and hence, will not want to work more. this is a very common issue i believe. sometimes i would rush revise and when i couldnt stick to the timelines, i’ll feel so defeated that i’ll probably binge watch youtube to cure my self-pity LOL

give yourself an ample amount of time. Assign one or two hours a day as ‘delay time’ (this was my free time) so that you can catch up on anything that unfortunately, you couldn’t finish. Assign one day of the week to be the ‘delay day’ -- anything that you cant finish the week before, do it now. this means that you can still ‘save’ your plan even if it screwed up somewhere along the way. it works wonders, believe me! i used to have ‘delay hours’ after training where i would (ahem sadly) study from 2330-0030 if i needed to. while i was tired, i always got my work done.

5. Prioritise

this one needs no explanation. i usually choose which task to start on based on a combination of deadline+importance+graded/non-graded. i start early for graded assignments because they count towards my semester’s final grade and i want to hand up the best quality work i can. find a system which works for you! note: start project work and large assignments early.

you can assign simple tasks first to start the ball rolling, and proceed with harder tasks.

alternatively, if you’re at your prime focus, start with the hardest and scale down to the simple.

6. Make good use of holidays + Wake up early

ok i used to game a LOT and go to training a LOT (still happens now lol) during holidays but i wouldnt get any of my holiday work done.

do your holiday homework first. schedule your time well, and maybe stay home and resist the urge to go out for the first 5 days. finish all your work (again, schedule well) with breaks in between.

thereafter, schedule maybe 3-5 hours a day to revise. if you’re going out with friends, i’d suggest you wake up early to study because once you come home you’re usually dead tired HAHA

so how early is early?? during my o levels study break i would wake up at 0330 (yes, for real) but i slept at 2130 every night. so thats 6 hours of sleep wew but AT LEAST i was very productive. think about it this way: waking up early to study at 0330 makes you more productive than studying till 0330. you don’t have to wake up THIS early, but preferably early enough when the sky’s still dark so that you can fit in those extra hours. DO NOT sacrifice sleep. that’s why you can see i’m still sleeping my usual amount, albeit sleeping and waking earlier.

more perks of waking up early: its quiet outside, the air is cool, your mind gets into the ‘get shit done’ mode, and if you absolutely have to use your phone to search something up, your social media probably won’t be pinging. in other words, early mornings are actually a great time to study! remember to eat something though :>

7. Remove all distractions to prevent possible procrastination

YES i know this is the dreaded one. lock your phone somewhere inconvenient and put the key outside your room. or if you don’t lock it make sure your phone is far away from you as possible. please i know how deadly your phone can get so just put it away.

if you find yourself drifting away and looking at something else, remove that.

alternatively, change up your study environment. you don’t have to go to the library or something (you can if you want to). this is as simple as studying in a different part of the house. a new environment helps to ‘prick’ my mind and help me ignore distractions. i dont know if this is scientifically proven but oh well, worth a try.

8. 2-minute rule

this is something i picked up from @studyquill! it’s pretty helpful (although i was skeptical at first). Tell yourself you’re only going to work for 2 minutes, which helps you get into the workflow. chances are you’ll get so into it (ok not in an excited but rather in a determined way) that you don’t feel like stopping.

if you’ve had a long day and after 2 mins you still don’t get any momentum, just stop and take a 15 min break. that means you’re really too tired and there’s no point in forcing yourself to complete your work.

9. Use reminders

set reminders on your phone for the tasks you need to do. for example, if you’ve planned to start work at 1500, set the reminder to ring 5 minutes before so you have time to gather all your stuff and ready yourself to do work. no excuses!!

set reminders for your breaks as well! those are equally important.

10. Reward yourself

if everything you need to do is done, give yourself a pat on the back. have you been extremely productive? great, treat yourself to your favourite drink/snack. honestly i feel like many of our brains function on the ‘reward’ system. if we reward ourselves for a job well done, we’ll be more willing to complete tasks and stay on time in the future (the brain thinks there’s a reward coming)

remember to take care of your mental health as well! this is one good way to ensure you don’t end up mentally exhausted.

Apps to help with time management

1. Tide - focus timer, meditation, beautiful and calming soundtracks (my fav!)

2. Pendo - everything in one tbh, schedule, to-do list, journal etc. (my fav too!)

3. Forest - focus timer $$$ (free alternative: flora)

4. Donut Dog - focus timer

5. Todoist - minimalist to-do list

6. Minimalist - minimalist to-do list

7. Google Calender - your entire schedule

8. Todait - smart study planner

a quick search will bring out many more! note these are all available on iOS but i’m not sure about google play. you don’t need everything to be productive. i rely only on Tide, Pendo and my iPhone calender and reminders. It’s less about having many ‘tools’ and more about how you properly and wisely utilise them to boost your productivity and manage your time.

also i don't think pendo is very well-known?? so this is how its interface looks like for 'Notes':

it's pretty, simple and clean and there are several themes to choose from! i rly like it omg HAHA (not a promo)

alright that's all! hope it helped :>

[bnhablessings]

Comfort/fluff Headcanons or scenarios for Present Mic, All Might and Eraserhead reacting to their insecure s/o wanting to get married? Like s/o has been acting off and distancing their self because they don't feel worthy? Thanks if you do🥺💖

I adored this request with my ENTIRE being. (I ended up doing both headcanons and scenarios lol) I love them and I hope you think they are comfy/fluffy enough! It’s been a while since I wrote about the three men and I love them.

All three of them would love to show you how much you mean to them in a nsfw way ; )

All Might, Eraserhead, Present Mic x Reader (GN/NB)

Warnings: Angsty for a hot second, fluff, the reader is insecure, Present Mic’s so the most angsty one omg.

Words: 2,133

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)-

Chances are if you are starting to think about marriage, he is too

He is very observant so he’ll notice the change in your behavior immediately

He won’t do anything about it for a while because he will be a smidge confused at first but once he realizes what is going on he will bring it up as soon as possible to get the problem over and dealt with

If he suspects you’re being insecure about yourself, he will be more loving towards you

Aizawa doesn’t know how long he can pretend everything is fine. He knows it’s not. You’ve been acting strange and the worst part is you haven’t been opening up to him. It’s killing him and making him more moody than usual. Thankfully, he got off his patrol early tonight to come home to you.

As soon as he enters the shared apartment you live in, he takes note the kitchen light is on and you are passed out on the couch. The sight makes his heart hurt. You are curled up in a ball covered in a blanket. It’s obvious you fell asleep crying from how puffy you are eyes seem to be. He sighs and goes to fix the blanket when he notices a picture under the blanket being held to your chest with your other hand.

With a gentle touch, he pulls it from your grip and stares at it with a smile. It is a picture of when the two of you started dating. A shaky breath leaves you and he decides now is a good time as any to talk. He places the picture on the coffee table nearby and lifts you and the blanket gently up so he can scoot behind you and hold you.

You let out a sleepy hum before you wake up fully upon realizing that Aizawa is back. You go to sit up and move but he holds a tight grip on your waist.

“Stay. It’s been a while since we were last like this,” He mumbles.

His voice sounds so tired and you feel guilty immediately. However, the warmth he provides to your back makes you give in. You snuggle as close as you can to him and he lets out a content sigh. The air feels slightly melancholy but he is sure to fix it.

He might as well just come outright and say it.

“I want to marry you.”

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches. He can feel the slight trembling in your body as you try not to cry.

“Do you not want to marry me?” The question has no emotion to it. He’s just trying to figure out why this topic is making you this way.

You struggle to turn and he helps you so you are both face-to-face. He knows you are vulnerable right now so he is careful with you. You are after all his precious person. He cups your face and you lean into his warm hand.

“I know you’ve been pushing yourself away from me lately. I figured you needed space but now I know that isn’t the case. Do you wish to separate? I love you so if that is what you want to do I will take it into consideration-“

You quickly interrupt him with a panicky voice. “No! That’s not it at all! I love you more than you’ll ever know. I have been thinking of marriage too… but… You deserve someone better. After all that you do for me and others… How can I call myself your (husband/wife)? It doesn’t feel right since you deserve someone who people can approve of.”

He stares at you long and hard. He is pissed off at your thoughts but gentle in how he reacts to them. It takes him a moment before he just places a kiss on your forehead.

“I want you. I want to marry you. I don’t care what other people think and you shouldn’t either. You are everything I want and you make me a better person. I want no one else but you. Just take some time and think about it. We’ll talk more when you feel better but (Name)… I want you.”

He’s not much of a talker but you needed to hear it from him. You need to know how much you mean to him and how happy he would be just to have you married to him.

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)-

If you are in a relationship with Toshi, it’s probably been a really long time and he’s been thinking about marriage as well

HOWEVER, he will be just as insecure as you are

He will distance himself to with work or even bring it up to you how you should be with someone not as busy as him (this may change when he retires)

He’ll play the same card you play: that you deserve to be with someone better

 “(Name), what’s been going on with you lately?” Toshi decides to ask after seeing you look so down watching your favorite show.

It leaves him a bit nervous but he wants to talk to you. He hasn’t been feeling so well with the current idea that’s been lingering in his head. With his own odd behavior, he has barely noticed yours but still has. He was going to push you away further but the thought nearly killed him.

How could he do that to the person he loves most?

You seem to hesitate before you decide to be honest. “I… Think we need to separate. I love you but I don’t deserve to be with you.”

It feels like he has whiplash as he stares at you with concerned eyes. Quickly, he pulls you up so you’re standing and he looks down at you before just hugging you. The panic is obvious on his face as well as the hurt from the suggestion (even though he was feeling the same way).

“Don’t say that. I am the one who doesn’t deserve to be with you. You deserve better. I love you more than you can ever know but you deserve someone who can actually make time for you and proudly show you off. I want to announce to the world that you are my (husband/wife) but I’m terrified of you turning into a big target. I wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

“I want to marry you too but… I don’t- I just don’t think I deserve you. You are so kind, loving, and patient with me. Would you really be okay with marrying me? You’d be stuck with someone who doubts themselves-“

He cuts you off with a passionate kiss this time before returning to a simple hug.

You hug him tightly as you both take a moment to relish in each other’s embrace. Finally, you speak up but in a barely audible whisper. “Are we okay then? What should we do?”

“…Well, we both love each other and from our current situation we’re both insecure, I think we should stay together. I want to stay together. We can go to therapy so we can stop our insecure thinking. I don’t know but I do know I don’t want to break up at all. I love you and I will continue to fight for us. We have time to get married so we can work on ourselves together.”

He takes a moment to just hold you and you are so thankful that you weren’t the only feeling insecure as shitty as that is. It just means you both are perfect for each other and for thinking about one another. You can both work for this and that is what you want to do because you do want to be married to him.

“You are the best thing that has happened to me. You’re the one who gets me and is patient with me. I’ll take tomorrow off so we can make up for lost time,” Toshi murmurs.

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)-

Zashi wouldn’t notice you distancing yourself at first

It would take a while but he will notice the moment you neglect him physically

Zashi is a very touchy and clingy person so he will notice the moment you avoid his touches and boy will be H U R T

He’ll force a smile and leave you be a for a bit but will 100% complain to Aizawa

After much-needed courage, he will ask you about it and he will probably cry tears of joy for you wanting to marry him and yell (by complete accident) that you don’t think you are worthy

 Yamada winces once more as you attempt to scoot away slowly. He’s so grateful you actually showed up to his radio show but now that you’re here it’s like you are not. You listen to his voice and the songs he puts on with a strained smile and seem so far away.

He finally decides to just put on a mix his audience will love so he can have time to sort this out here and now. He just can’t handle it. It’s been so long since you last held his hand.

“Alright listeners! I’ll see ya in a few after this break. Enjoy these AWESOME new tunes that yours truly loves!”

He puts the music on and turns to you who is already staring at him with wary eyes. His face suddenly falls and looks like a puppy that just got kicked. Your heart is doing everything it can to not fall apart at the sight.

Slowly his hand goes to reach for yours but you are quick to move it into the safety of your lap. His eyes start to get misty and he finally snaps. “I- Um… Do you want to break up with me?” The words come out choked as he tries to keep his voice from shaking.

“What?! No!”

He’s doing the opposite of what Aizawa told him to do. He’s going in and assuming shit when Aizawa said to bring this up in calmly matter. Yamada can’t help it. He feels so torn and truly unloved right now.

“Are you sure? You haven’t held my hand for days. Days! The only time we have had our sweet cuddle sess is when you are passed out. Did I do something wrong? Did I come off as annoying? Aizawa always jokes about that but I do think that is a reason why no one wants me. I love you so much but if you want to leave me I understand,” Yamada states finally letting the tears leave him.

Your heart races at his words. Emotions are high and you give in. You give in to what you truly want. Your hand reaches for his and you grasp onto it like it is your lifeline and it is in a way. He pauses at the contact before squeezing your hand and trying to keep the way your hand feels like in his to his memory.

“Zashi no. That’s not it at all, my love. I… Just… God, I can’t do this. I don’t know how to say this because it’s so embarrassing and stupid,” You mumble.

He pulls you into his chair so he can cuddle you. Your body finally touching his makes him melt and feel like home. He lets you take a moment and for once stays absolutely quiet so you can gather your thoughts. His thumb rubs circles into your hand to encourage you to speak your thoughts.

“I love you so much. I have actually been thinking about… You know… Getting married but then I started to overthink it and can you truly be happy with just me? There are plenty of other people out there and I just don’t feel like I am enough for you,” You say finally letting out a shaky breath as well.

It takes a moment before he is laughing. The laughter takes you by surprise but not as much as the way he lets go of your hand to squeeze you in a tight hug. He wipes at his eyes.

“Was that is, my honey? I love you more than the world knows. In fact, I should announce soon that you are my world! You are more than enough. You are everything I want, I promise you! I will tell you this every day until it is engraved into your mind. So please… Don’t push me away like that again. I don’t think my soul can take it!”

He doesn’t give you much of an option to reply since he has to go back on air but he does hold you like the way you both love throughout the rest of the show, reminding you that he truly does love you.

[40sbarnes]

Medici: Spymasters of Florence

Chapter 15: Show No Love

rule number 5 <3 

we are nearing the end! 5 chapters left my loves, i hope you are all still enjoying!! i reached 100 followers on this blog today so tysm for all the support, it is singlehandedly fueling this story lol!

pairings: lorenzo x reader, friends fracensco x reader

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The day was finally here, the day all your work had been leading to, the day of the vote.

Lorenzo was in with the Priori as the members cast their votes. You stood outside amongst all the others who had gathered to hear the result, in one of your freshly made gowns. The first parcel from Lorenzo had essentially been a new wardrobe. The note he had left explained how he'd gotten them from the same dressmaker you'd gotten the ball gown that he had asked them to make you the clothes from the measurements they'd taken that day. It was a sweet thought, especially for Lorenzo. And the new clothes were certainly appreciated.

At the thought of it, your hand moved to sit on top of his second gift, where it sat under your skirt. A dagger, from the blacksmiths you had admired. It was like none you'd ever seen, forged of some sort of black steel, it seemed to absorb the light around it. The handle had intricate gold detailing, and it felt almost as if it had been made for your very own fingers. You had quickly swapped out Francesco's dagger in favour of Lorenzo's, ignoring the twinge of guilt you felt at the faint symbolism.

You pushed all those straying thoughts out of your mind as you the doors finally began to open, and the crowd stepped back. You stood up one your tiptoes from where you stood across the square, trying to see over the ever growing crowd. You held your breath as you saw the familiar head of brunette emerge, his head hung. You didn't exhale until he lifted his head, along with an arm, his fist rising into the air in success. You didn't bother trying to hold back your grin, clasping your hands together as the crowd cheered. Lorenzo's smile was wide as he looked at all his supporters, until his eyes fell on you. He shared a moment’s glance with you, his eyes saying all the things he couldn't. His gratitude was clear, but there was something else in his gaze that wasn't quite so easy to read. You didn't have the time to decipher it as Guiliano grabbed his hand and raised it even higher into the air, jeering the crowd on.

You continued watching as he was led away, until he was fully out of your sight. Your focus flittered back to the doors once again as the Pazzi's emerged, clearly dissatisfied with the result. You stepped forward slightly, trying to catch Francesco's gaze, but you caught his uncles instead. Jacopo motioned with his chin for you to follow them, as they made their way back home.

You did as told, and caught up with them just as they entered their own gates. Francesco waited a moment to fall into stride with you, before you made your way to Jacopo's office together.

"Thank you for coming," Jacopo breathed out, relaxing into his chair as you took the seat across from him. Francesco stayed standing, off to your side.

"Of course," you nod, "I was sorry to see the Medici boy so happy," you dipped your head slightly, trying to show your upset at the ruling.

"We share that regret," he held his hands together on top of the table, "but he won't be for long." You kept your head low at his words, not wanting your expressions to give away anything.

Slowly, you raised it once again, glancing between Jacopo and Francesco in confusion.

"We have put in place some... precautionary measures," Francesco explained to you.

"What measures would these be?" You questioned, keeping your worry out of your voice.

"Drastic ones, in which we need your assistance," Jacopo twirled a coin around his fingertips.

"Of course," you were eager to show your non-existent loyalty, "just how drastic are we talking?"

Jacopo raised his chin, meeting your eyes before he spoke. "You have to understand, Bellondini, the time for politics is over."

—-

"You're okay with this?" Francesco questioned once you'd finally left that office, out of his uncle's hearing. You had spent a long time going over the plan they had formed.

You simply nodded, before turning to face him. "Are you?"

"It was my idea," Francesco grinned, and you had to make a conscious effort to hide your surprise.

"So you're not just good looks," you smiled back at him, forcing yourself not to show how appalled you were.

"I suppose we shall see tomorrow," he took your hand in his, placing a kiss to your knuckles, before he dropped it, opening the door for you.

"I suppose we will," you bowed your head slightly in goodbye, before leaving.

Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest as you made your way through the streets of Florence. You couldn't believe Francesco had come up with it. That it was Francesco's idea to murder Lorenzo.

—-

The familiar climb up to Lorenzo's window was the least of your obstacles right now. You knocked on his window, seeing him at his desk scribbling away. He got up immediately, helping you in by taking hold of your hands, which he failed to let go of once you were safely inside.

"Come to congratulate me?" He smiled down at you, squeezing your hands slightly.

"I wish," you couldn't bring yourself to return his smile, glancing down at your interlocked fingers, running your thumb over his.

He pulled one of his hands out of your grasp, placing it under your chin to gently lift your head up to make eye contact with him. His demeanour changed completely when he saw the despair in your eyes. "What is it, y/n?"

"They're planning to kill you, Lorenzo," you lifted a hand up to his cheek, holding him as if he'd fade away any second.

A snarl fell onto his lips, he pulled away completely, both of your hands falling to your sides, as he moved to close the window, before slowing turning back to you, a hand on his hip. "The Pazzis?"

You just nodded, knowing the spite in his tone wasn't reserved for you, but still feeling its effect. 

"When?" He asked.

"Tomorrow night," Lorenzo had announced a banquet in celebration of his win, and the Pazzi's had decided it was the perfect place to enact their plan.

"Well, good thing I have you," Lorenzo's smile returned, and the tension in his shoulders fell. You were only pushed further into confusion.

"Well you know their plan, don't you?" He said it as if it was a blessing for you to have listened to all the details.

"Yes, but-"

"So we counter-plan, simple." He shrugged, not seeming to face the same worries you were.

"You think they'll stop after one failed try?" You question, desperate for him to see the larger issue.

"Their attempts won't mean much from jail. We just need to catch them in the act," he continued as if he were discussing something much more menial than his life.

"In the act of killing you? You're going to give them the chance?" You were shocked, not hiding any of your emotions, your eyes threatening to water, your voice desperate.

"Only once," he shrugged, "Why are you so worried? It's almost as if you care about me, y/n..." he teased, his hand falling to your elbow, gently caressing your arm.

"Lorenzo," You tried to keep his focus, "if they succeed..."

"They won't," he promised you, "I've already told you. With you on my side, there is no losing." You hoped he was right.

—-

After discussing the plan for hours again, this time with Lorenzo, you were struggling to find the perfect point to intercept. Jacopo had given you the simple task of clearing a hallway and a room, and then leading Lorenzo into it without any one to see. Here, Francesco would strike, while Jacopo remained in clear sight. It meant Francesco would be gone for less than a minute, and he would not be seen leaving with Lorenzo. You questioned why you wouldn't kill Lorenzo yourself at the time, but Jacopo insisted, it was evident this was personal.

You and Lorenzo were seated at his desk as you discussed it. He was insisting you just let the plan play out and that he could take Francesco, but you didn't want to take the risk, or for Francesco to die in the process. Not that you told Lorenzo the latter.

"What if... we weakened Francesco? Ensured he wouldn't win, but you could catch his attempt, and you wouldn't need to murder him either?" You suggested.

"Poison him?" Lorenzo followed your train of thought.

"Precisely," you nodded, "I know exactly what would knock him out at just the right time, we just slip it in his drink and-"

"No," Lorenzo shook his head, his gaze steady on the desk in front of him, "Francesco won't be drinking on such a crucial night for him, and he would be extra careful with his drink regardless." You opened your mouth to counter, but Lorenzo began talking again before you could. "And it would be nearly impossible to time it just right."

"What if we didn't put it in his drink," it was as if your brain had lit up as the idea came to you.

"Well then how would we deliver it?" Lorenzo questioned, his eyes finding yours.

"I could crush it up into lip paint!" You struggled to keep the excitement out of your voice, delighted you'd found a way to save Lorenzo.

Lorenzo's brows jumped together, he didn't seem to be following you.

"It would make timing it simple, I give him a good luck kiss before sending him into you!" You continued, "It would be on his lips, perfect way into his system. And I could withstand it easily, put my mithridatism to use?"

"You still practice?" Lorenzo focused on your last sentence, clearly unhappy with it.

You just nodded, smiling your cheeks off at your solution, ignoring his disapproval. Lorenzo didn't seem to share your energy.

"And Francesco would kiss you?" His voice was steady, but low, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

Your lips fell, realising Lorenzo's issue with the plan. But now was not the time for such feelings, his life was far more important. You let a few moments pass before you spoke, keeping your tone steady so as not to betray yourself. "He would."

Lorenzo simply blinked, nodding slowly as his mouth fell slightly ajar. He clenched his jaw before speaking again. "Very well. It seems we have ourselves a plan."

[asteriismos]

Sunshine Riptide - Eddie Kaspbrak

Warning(s) : virgin! eddie, eighteen! losers club, smut

Authors Note : okay okay idk if i like how this turned out, we’ll see lol. i wanted to post some kind of fic because it’s been a while and i love you guys

Words: 2.6k

Request :

I love your writing so much!!! 😍 I was hoping for some Eddie action- maybe down in the quarry where it’s just him and the reader? ;)

I have a request for a fic! An Eddie smut . Where you find out he's a virgin and you offer to help him out with that and it leads to him confessing his feelings?

I have a request for a fic! A smut with Eddie , where you go down on him for the first time

The sun shone down on the crystal blue water of the quarry, it’s waves brushing up against the steep wall of rocks that lined around the lake at the bottom. It was a hot day in Derry, the high today was going to reach almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit and the low being only 89. Summers in Derry always seemed to reach a point where the heat was almost unbearable, and it had been a little late this summer, considering it was almost the last week of July. 

Deciding that there was no way to get rid of this heat at home, you and Eddie decided that it would be fun to go down to the quarry to cool off. Despite the heat, it was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky. You couldn’t just waste this day. And there was no other loser that would come with you, some of them were stuck inside the house because of their parent’s fears of heatstroke, or they were hanging out with family. 

There was only one other person in the group who could go outside today, and that was Eddie.

Well, Eddie wasn’t exactly allowed to go outside either. His mother was increasingly anxious that he would die if he even set foot outside in such extreme weather. It was pretty common for him not to be allowed to hang out with the group for whatever reasons. But today you had practically begged your best friend to come out to go to the quarry with you. And he did, sneaking out of his bedroom window with a bag that seemingly had his swim trunks and a towel. 

Now here you two were, alone at the quarry, standing at the edge of the cliff. You were a little nervous about this whole thing, being here with Eddie alone. Mostly because you thought that Eddie was very attractive, kind, caring, and funny. It was a crush, a big one at that. And the fact that you were now standing with him alone, him only in his swim trunks were not making things better.

“We should probably jump before we die of heatstroke,” Eddie muttered to you, turning to face you. You looked over at him and laughed, taking a moment to take in his sppearance once again. His hair, which had now grown curly, was almost golden brown in the sunlight. And the freckles that peppered his nose and cheeks. His toned chest also made you swoon even harder. You couldn’t get enough of him.

Leaning over the cliff to take a look at the water, you said, “You should go first.”

“Oh, come on Y/N. You’re scared?”

“And you’re not? You’re telling me that you, Eddie Kaspbrak, aren’t freaking out about jumping?” You said to him. Eddie liked to freak out about the most random things, and you knew that the jump scared him half to death. 

He played it off cool though, his hands wringing together and nodding. “Nope, not one bit.”

You smirked. “Then you should jump first.”

He gulped. “Fine,” He looked at you one more time, walking backwards so he would have a running start. He took out a deep breath and then suprisingly, ran forward and jumped right off the cliff into the water. You watched him fall and splash into the water, waiting for him to get far enough away from the splash site and then you too jumped off the cliff. 

Feeling the water on your sunsoaked skin, you sighed out in relief. Eddie heard it and looked towards you, almost as if that noise had caught his attention. You shrugged it off, not thinking of it when you felt him splash water in your direction. “Hey!!” You yelled, arms raised up and splashing him back. 

This went on for a little bit longer, you two gradually getting closer to each other with each splash. There was a moment where his hand grazed your arm and you blushed like crazy, going under the water to hide it.

It was truly the best day to be at the quarry. And somehow, no one was here with you guys. Because of the opening of the new Derry pool, many people didn’t come down here anymore. Usually it was just the Losers who were down here to swim. Not that you minded, that just made the quarry all that much more special to your little group. 

Now Eddie looked even more beautiful. His curls were now soaked with water that dripped down the front of his neck all the way down his torso, glistening in the sunlight. You had to physically stop yourself from your jaw dropping at how hot he looked. And the funny thing was, he didn’t even know how hot he actually was. Eddie didn’t think that anyone liked him, which couldn’t be more from the truth. You heard the way that some girls would talk about him, about how hot he was, smart and funny. Some of them even wondered what he was like in bed. 

You too have had thoughts like that, thoughts that were starting to plague your mind every single passing second you spent with him right now. 

You wanted him.

Scratch that, you needed him.

And by the looks of it, he seemed to want you too. You pretended not to see it at first, like the first time he had looked at you when you let out that moan of relief from the water. But as time went on, you could feel his eyes on you when you weren’t looking. It excited you to think that the boy of your affections was thinking the same thing you were. 

So you started to toy with him, see how long it would be before he broke. 

You two had retired to laying on your towels by the water. You were laying down on your back with sunglasses on facing the sun. You made sure to puff out your chest as much as you could in your bikini, wiggling sometimes so that your breasts would move a little bit. 

Seeing that that wasn’t enough, you decided to go even farther. 

Sitting up, you reached behind your back and untied the back strap of your bikini, feeling the ends fall down to your side. You used your arms to keep the material along your chest in place while turning around so your exposed back was facing the sun. You heard him take in a sharp breath, making you smirk behind your sunglasses. 

“What? I don’t want any tan lines on my back,” You said in a sweet, innocent voice. Even though your intentions were anything but that. 

After a few more minutes, you turned back over, not caring as your swimsuit top fell off of you, exposing your chest to the sun. 

Eddie must’ve been drinking water, because you heard him breathe in and start choking on something. A smirk still not leaving your face, you took off your sunglasses and turned to face him. 

“Something wrong Eddie?” He motioned to your chest through his coughing fit, trying to attempt to shield his eyes from you. But you could see he was struggling, and there was a growing buldge in his swimwear. 

Just what you wanted. 

“Y/N, you should . . .” He trailed off, losing his train of thought. You cocked an eyebrow. 

“I should what?” You asked innocently, scooting closer to him so you two were only inches away. You blinked, a sickly sweet smile appearing on your lips. 

Eddie breathed out, his breath fanning your face. His cheeks were dusted a light rosey color, his breathing unsteady. It was silent for a few moments between you two, making you more and more anxious by the second. His eyes glanced down at your chest, then to your lips, and then back to your eyes. He opened his mouth, saying, “You should cover up before I can’t control myself anymore.”

That was enough to make you lean forward, your hands falling onto his chest. He met you halfway, pressing your lips together for a heated kiss. Being this close to him was making you get more aroused, feeling the bare skin of his chest against your hands. You had gotten what you wanted, and it seemed that he was as well. 

Eddie moved so that he was on top of you, hands coming to each side, still kissing you. Your hands trailed up to tangle themselves in his hair, pulling at the curls, earning a groan from him. Your stomach flipped in excitement, that groan was incredibly sexy, and you could not get enough of him. His lips were intoxicating, Eddie tasted better than you could’ve ever imagined. 

Your mind, which had once been thinking about Eddie as a friend, were now consumed with lust for the person above you, wanting to see him. To feel him. The need was forever growing. 

“Eddie,” You breathed out, pulling away from him. “I need you.”

He twitched in his swimsuit against the inside of your thigh at your words. Eddie looked into your eyes and took his bottom lip in between his teeth. Suddenly, he looked nervous. 

“I want you too Y/N, but what if someone comes down here?” He said. 

You put your hand on his face. “We’ll be fine. No one comes down here.” That was usually the case. However, there was still the chance of there possibly being a person coming down here to fish or something. But then again, the whole idea of getting caught was kind of hot.

That seemed to convince him, his lips pressing against yours for a split second before pulling away yet again. You groaned out, missing his touch. What was holding you back?

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You asked, an almost annoyed expression on your face. If he was just nervous about someone catching you two again, then you didn’t know what else to say to him. 

“Y/N, I’m . . . I’ve never done this before,” He sputtered out. 

Your eyes widened, expression softening. Oh. “You’re a virgin?”

An embarrassed blush came to his cheeks. “Don’t say it like that.”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “It’s okay Eddie, I’m just suprised. You’re so . . . well, you’re so you.” How could you explain how great of a person he was? There was no real way, not enough letters in the alphabet. “I can help you with that, if you want?”

He looked at you with wonder in his eyes, a hint of lust if you looked hard enough. He wanted this, Eddie wanted you. You just about melted right then and there. Slowly, he nodded. Yes. 

You pushed him onto his back, crawling up his body to lay on it. With care, you kissed his lips, trailing all the way down his jawline, neck, and then his torso. Every single kiss was calculated, making sure to take your time as you got closer and closer to his waistband. Your hand teased at the edge of it, pulling the fabric and having it snap back onto his skin. Eddie’s hands flew to your hair, moaning a little bit at the contact. 

You took your time to slide his swim trunks down, pulling him into your hands and pumping. He was breathing heavily now, the hands in your hair pushing you towards him desperately. You laughed a little bit, “Eager much?”

He didn’t respond, instead smiling sheepishly. You licked his tip, still pumping him with his hands. A few seconds later you opened up your mouth and stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. Go ahead.

Eddie got the memo, pushing you onto him. You felt his cock go all the way to the back of your throat, sliding your tongue under it. The sound that came out of him was enough to drench your swimsuit bottoms. You glanced up at him, seeing his head thrown back with red cheeks puffed up. Your name slipped out of his lips like it was the only thing that he could say.

Bobbing up and down on him, you felt spit drip down your chin, feeling the need to breathe. Pulling off, his hands in your hair came and held your face, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. It was so sweet and caring, you’ve never felt this connection with anyone else you’ve had sex with. 

You leaned in to continue your previous actions, but he pushed your face away and instead rolled you over again, so you were on your back. He kissed you, his hands coming to take off the rest of what you were wearing. The kiss was sweet, passionate with lots of emotion. He wasn’t nervous, he was confident in himself. 

“Tell me how to make you feel good,” Eddie whispered to you. You nodded, grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand down to your clit. He experimentally swiped over it, making you shiver, gripping his wrist and leading him further down to your enterance. A finger idly swiped against it, seeing a positive reaction. 

Feeling that same finger enter you, your hand gripped his wrist tighter, keeping him there. His thumb stayed rubbing against your clit. 

“Fuck, Eddie,” You moaned out, kissing him again. Once he got more confident with one finger, he added another one, stretching you out. The pressure was building up, making your moans more and more desperate for him. “I’m going to cum.” You looked at him in the eyes and he watched as you reached your high, feeling that familiar sense of euphoria wash over you while he still thrusted his fingers in and out of you. 

He pulled the two fingers out, both of them slick with your arousal. You looked so beautiful like this, spread out before him, your hair surrounding your head like a halo. You took his breath away. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” Eddie said in a moment of confidence. You spread your legs, waiting for him to push into you.

It wasn't long before he did, giving you a moment to adjust to him bottoming out. He thrusted in and out, finding a steady pace. Your legs came to wrap around his waist, making him hit a deeper spot in you that sent you screaming. You were so tight. Eddie started to get louder as well. 

Right away you can feel that chase towards your high forming in you again, getting closer and closer as you heard Eddie muttering your name. His hand came and started to rub your clit again, just how you had showed him before. He was so hot, thrusting into you out in the open. Pleasure took over, along with lust, guiding you both to that peak. 

His name rolled off of your lips like a mantra, kissing and nipping at his neck to make a few marks. 

“I’m-” He started, but you interjected with, “Me too.”

His thrusts got harder this time, out of rhythm with each other. 

And you both saw stars.

You two rode out your orgasms together, him eventually stopping and stalling inside of you. For just a moment, you two just sat there against each other.

Eddie pulled out of you, rolling over to lay beside you. Your breathing steadied and you turned to face him. 

“Eddie?” You asked, putting your hand on his cheek so he would turn to face you. 

“Yes?”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “I didn’t just do this to be your first time.” He raised an eyebrow, staying silent as you still spoke. “I guess . . . I guess I’ve always had feelings for you.”

You bit your lip, awaiting some kind of answer. 

Him pulling you into his chest for a hug, kissing your cheek was an answer enough.

[bitchloveskcbaseball]

Payback ~~ Happy Birthday Burns!!!!!!!

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Casey Valentine

Series: The Bones

Series Note: Just a small housekeeping note... Working on this got me thinking about the chronology of this series and I came to the realization that Flirt and, by extension, this fic, fit in better before Surprise, so I have changed my masterlist to reflect that.

Summary: Casey figures out how Bryce can pay up on an unsettled IOU. A follow-up to Flirt.

Word Count: 5170 (helluva way to break 6 months of writer’s block LOL)

Warnings: Language (if this ever doesn’t appear here, send help because something is seriously wrong with me lmao)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

A/N: Happy Happy Birthday @burnsoslow!!! This is 100% written for you and 100% because of you!!!! You requested fluffy Bryce and Casey and this is me hoping I have given that to you!! What?!?!? Not me struggling to write fluff without adding in that dash of angst I’m so fond of LMAO

I literally don’t know if there are words enough to express just how much I love and appreciate you, but this is me attempting to find them anyway 💜💜 From my very first crazy message all those months ago I know I should have come with a warning label... it fell off during transport so I am so very sorry about that LMAO, I have felt so unbelievably lucky that I have been able to get to know you. You are one of the most supportive people I have ever met. You are so kind and caring and genuine. You are also the coolest badass with an insanely awesome sense of humor. I love how we totally lose our minds over sports -- especially football lol -- together is it Sunday yet? this wait is fucking killing me and my nerves are already through the damned roof LMAO But what I love even more than that is the way we can talk about everything in between too -- all the ups and downs of everyday life. I truly treasure your friendship so so much and I hope your birthday is as amazing as you are!!! Love you!!!!!!!

A/N #2: Thank you soooooo much @bbrandy2002 for reading over this for me and calming my nerves over this!!!!

“Yo, B!”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Remember that IOU you still haven’t paid up on?”

The slight hesitation in Bryce’s voice gave him away even as he lied, “Uh…no? What are you talkin’ bout?”

Raising an eyebrow even though he was in his bedroom while she was in the living room, Casey prodded, “Sure ya do, love. It was after you hit on that poor, new surgical nurse and you somehow ended up making a date with her. I went with you and helped smooth the situation over because your whiny ass was terrified of having all of the surgical nurses pissed at you.”

He skulked into the living room and plopped down on the couch with her so that his head was laying in her lap. She knew the look he was giving her – hair flopped down just over his eyebrow while he was looking up through his lashes at her – was entirely deliberate as he muttered, “I thought maybe you’d decided that that whole fiasco was punishment enough.”

“Not even close, Bryce. I literally had to go explain to that poor girl that you were in a relationship with me while simultaneously making sure that she didn’t think you were a creep or a two-timing asshat. I deserve to get something outta that shit.”

“Ugh. Ok… fine. So…what kind of torture am I about to endure?”

Casey tried to shove Bryce’s head off of her lap, but he just wrapped his left arm around her back and laughed at her attempt. “You are impossible, you know this?”

“Yet you love me anyway.”

“Sometimes I really wonder why, though.”

He ran his hand lightly up under her shirt along her side, stopping when his thumb was able to brush the skin just below her bra. Just that simple touch was enough to have Casey’s breath catching and a self-satisfied smirk spread across his face. “Do you need a refresher course, Case?”

Summoning up all the inner strength she could find, Casey bit back the moan bubbling up the back of her throat and rolled her eyes exaggeratedly at him. “No, Bryce, I don’t. I know all about those magic hands” – another eye roll for emphasis – “of yours. Don’t think you are going to distract me into forgetting what this conversation is about.”

Bryce huffed out a sigh through the deep pout that had settled over his face and she had to bite the inside of her lip to keep a smile from breaking out over her own. She waited a few beats until he finally dropped his hand back down so it was resting against her hip before quirking an eyebrow up and leveling him with her best are-you-shitting-me stare. “Do you really think that you shouldn’t have to pay up after that bullshit, Bryce?”

“Ugh. Of course I know that I owe you for that. I was just… hoping that you would take pity on me and not cash it in.”

“I swear, sometimes it’s like you’ve never even met me before.”

A streak of pain shot across his face so quickly that if she hadn’t been watching him so closely, if she didn’t know him so well, she would have never even picked up on it. But she had and she did and it sent a stab of guilt rocketing through her so strongly, she almost tossed aside the ruse that she had taken so much care in plotting out. Rather than changing course completely, however, she opted for a slight detour to reassure him instead. “Love, you know I was only joking.” When Bryce tried to interrupt, she placed an index finger over his lips to silence him while she ran the fingers of her other hand soothingly through his hair. “You know me better than anyone in this world ever has. Ever will. Okay?”

Bryce’s eyes had slipped closed, a soft smile turning the corners of his lips up, as she spoke and Casey couldn’t help but trace her finger across his eyelids and then down across his lips. When she got to the middle of his lower lip, his lips parted and he gently nipped at the tip of her finger. The sudden move startled a breathless laugh from her and when she met his eyes again, they were full of mischief.

Shaking her head good-naturedly at him, she was about to scold him – playfully – when Bryce mirrored her earlier gesture and placed a finger across her lips. “I give, alright? Just take mercy on me and tell me what kind of penance I’m about to pay.”

“Do you always have to be so damned dramatic?”

“Case…”

“Fine! I need you to drive me to a meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Is … that it? Just a ride?”

Confusion knit his brows together and instinctively Casey ran her fingertips between and over them to soothe the wrinkles away before whispering, “Yes and no.” Shaking her head slightly to get herself back on track, she added, “It’s going to require fighting rush-hour traffic to get downtown” – his groan brought a smile to her lips – “and I… I would like you to go in with me.”

“Seriously? You are dragging me down there in that bullshit and making me sit through some boring meeting with you?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Cocking a defiant eyebrow at him, Casey challenged, “Is that a problem?”

Feeling more than hearing the sigh he huffed out, Casey bit back a laugh at the look of horror on Bryce’s face that was ruined by the humor dancing in his eyes. “I do this and then we’re even, right?” When she nodded her agreement, he let out a melodramatic groan before finally muttering, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Twelve hours later, Casey was struggling to decide whether she was going to join Bryce in cussing out the idiot drivers that seemed to be out in full force on their morning commutes or start laughing hysterically at his outbursts. After chancing a glance at him out of the corner of her eye and seeing the tight lines of frustration and irritation marring his beautiful expression, Casey instead decided to try and lighten his tension.

Reaching over to gently pull his right hand off of the steering wheel while they were once again stopped after only moving half a foot on the freeway, she laced their fingers together. When Bryce didn’t even glance in her direction, she had to bite back the brief flare of hurt, reminding herself that he wasn’t deliberately trying to hurt her. Seeing that the traffic was probably going to be at a standstill for a bit longer, Casey carefully leaned across the console to place a quick, gentle kiss to his cheek before whispering in his ear, “Thank you so much for doing this with me. I…I really didn’t want to have to do this alone.” With her nerves getting the better of her and realizing how much she could be setting herself up for humiliation, or worse, she couldn’t bite back the honest admission.

Before she could settle back into her seat, Bryce tightened his fingers around hers where their hands were resting against his thigh. Finally turning to look at her, his eyes fell to her lips as he murmured, “C’mere.”

Despite her half-hearted, at best, protest of, “But the traffic,” Casey found herself leaning back in to press her lips against his. Although the kiss was incredibly brief, it was also soft and sweet, managing to settle the nerves she hadn’t expected to be feeling.

When she was once again situated properly in her seat, Bryce brought their linked hands up so that he could press a kiss to the back of hers. "You know, you never did tell me what all this is about.”

Forcing a calmness into her voice that she didn’t quite feel, Casey feigned innocence on a gasped, “Oh, I didn’t?”

“No, babe. You didn’t. So… you gonna tell me what’s got you so nervous this morning?”

He wasn’t supposed to notice that!

Fumbling for what she could say to mollify him without giving up what was about to go down, Casey was relieved when she noticed both that traffic was moving once again and that their exit was coming up in just over a mile. “Hey love, this next exit is ours.”

Somehow giving her a side-eye while still keeping his focus on merging into the needed lane, Bryce muttered, "I know what you’re doing.”

Her heart leapt into her throat, out of both anxiousness and frustration that her plan was blown but before she could respond, he added, “You’re trying to avoid answering my question by giving me directions.”

That pulled a genuine laugh out of her and she couldn’t help but sass, “Oh, yes. I’m only telling you how to get to our destination as an avoidance tactic. Not because I want to… oh, I dunno, get there on time, or anything.”

Bryce’s lips twitched and she knew he was trying to fight back a smile, but he remained silent for the rest of the drive, allowing her to navigate them to the parking garage that she was told to utilize on her last phone call with the receptionist.

He turned to her with the most intense puppy-dog look he’d given her to date after parking and practically whined, “Are you seriously gonna force me to sit through whatever this is after making me face rush hour?”

Fighting back her dismay by reminding herself that he didn’t know why they were downtown so he couldn’t be rejecting her, Casey schooled her expression into one of annoyance. “She cried, Bryce. You embarrassed that poor girl so bad that she was fucking bawling. And you got saved by that damned pager of yours, so I had to comfort and reassure her all by myself.”

He at least had the grace to look ashamed at that as he held his hands up in defeat. “Okay. Okay. I get it. No more complaints from me.”

“Good. Now let’s go before I’m late.”

Fully expecting Bryce to still be pouting, Casey was slightly surprised when he was waiting for her at the back of his car, his arm outstretched towards her with a soft smile on his face. She tried to take his hand, but he encouraged her to wrap her arm around his waist as he wrapped his around her shoulders and settled her in against his side instead. Before they took off towards the elevator bank, he dropped a kiss to the top of her head and whispered into her hair, “I’m sorry I’ve been such a baby about this, Case. Even if I didn’t owe you for that, which I definitely do, I’d be here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”

Resisting the urge to growl at him for being so damned sweet when she was trying to torture him, she squeezed his side and laid her head on his shoulder. “I know you are, B.”

“Okay then. Let’s get this shit over with. Whatever this shit is.”

“Ugh, don’t worry about it. You’ll know here soon enough.”

After making their way into the huge office building just down the street from the parking garage and up the elevator to the twentieth floor, the couple were standing in front of the office of the realtor that Casey had been talking to for the last few weeks, unbeknownst to Bryce. The minute that they came to a stop, still wrapped in each other’s arms, she could feel the tension flood his body and wondered for the hundredth time if using this as payback was a good idea. Still, she steeled herself, knowing she would never be able to come up with a different plan that would be satisfactory enough to fulfill this particular IOU.

“Casey?”

“Yeah?”

There was an unmistakable hint of panic in his voice as he asked, “This is where your meeting is?”

“Yeah, it is. Now come on. My appointment is in like two minutes and I don’t want to be late.”

His feet stayed planted as she stepped forward to open the door, his hand tightening on her shoulder keeping her in place. She felt her expression soften when she glanced up into his terrified eyes. Forcing herself to push on, she deliberately misinterpreted his fear, telling him, “It’s okay, Bryce. It’s just an office. I’m not gonna make you do paperwork or anything.” Well, actually I hope that is a lie.

“But – “

“C’mon. Seriously, I’m about to be late and I’m just standing out here in the hallway.” It took her practically dragging him, but Casey managed to get both him and herself into the reception area of the office, where she was met with a kind, understanding smile of the receptionist that she had spent a great deal of time talking to and planning with.

“Hello and welcome to Mortemer Realty. My name is Peyton and we are so happy to have you here today. Can I get you guys something to drink? Water, coffee?”

Casey looked up at Bryce waiting for him to answer, but after taking in his dazed look, she realized he likely hadn’t heard Peyton’s question so answered for him instead. “Could we have a couple bottles of water?”

“Certainly, I’ll be right back with those. And Edward should be ready for you in just a moment. He was just finishing up a phone call.”

As soon as she walked away, Bryce’s face snapped down to Casey’s with his eyes narrowed. “The fuck are we – you – doing here?”

Before Casey could reply, the door to an inner office and the realtor, Edward, stepped out. “Ah, Casey! It’s such a delight to see you again.” Bryce’s hand once again tightened around her shoulder at the word “again.”

Reaching her free hand, luckily her right, out to close around Edward’s for a handshake, she gave him a bright smile and replied, “It’s good to see you again as well. I’m” – she took in what she hoped was a hopefully silent, steadying breath – “excited to get this ball rolling!”

“Excellent! And I see Peyton has already taken drink orders.” Giving Peyton an exaggerated wink and a smile that she returned, Edward waited until she had given both Bryce and Casey their bottles before continuing, “Is there anything else we can get you before we begin?”

Shoving down her ever-increasing nerves at Bryce’s silence, Casey shook her head and said with more confidence than she felt, “No, thank you. I’m more than ready to get going.”

“Alright, then. Let’s have a seat.”

Tugging Bryce with her, Casey followed Edward into his office and pulled the two chairs set up there closer together before gently urging Bryce to settle into one of them. Once she was comfortable in her own, she reached over to rest her hand on his leg, needing to give him some sort of comfort. This was a terrible idea. What the fuck was I thinking?

Realizing Edward was already speaking, Casey took a small breath to calm herself down, thinking, I’ve come this far, no sense in turning back now, before focusing her attention back on the realtor. “…what you told me you were looking for. Is that correct?”

After taking a quick peek at the sheet of information she’d provided him in their previous meeting, Casey glanced at Bryce out of the corner of her eye to see that he was staring at the wall with the same dazed look in his eye and then answered, “Yes. That looks like everything. Were you able to find anything that fit the bill?”

“I was! Actually, I managed to find three listings that covered all of the must-haves on your list.”

“Three? I wasn’t sure if I’d be lucky enough to find one!”

Edward laughed, “Then I guess it’s a good thing you came to me for help!”

Casey returned his laugh as he handed her three sheets of paper detailing the listing details for the three apartments she’d been shown on her day off last week. She already knew all of the information on them by heart, especially that of the one she knew she liked best, but made a show of looking over the paper as if it was the first time she was seeing it.

After giving her a few minutes of silence, Edward asked, “Do you have any questions about any of the properties?”

Humming softly under her breath in mock contemplation, she finally looked up and forced herself to avoid making eye contact with Bryce as she replied, “No. I think this covers everything I need to know.”

“Excellent! As luck would have it, all of the properties are available for a showing today. Would you be interested in that?”

Casey caught the twitch at the corner of Edward’s lips when he glanced briefly in Bryce’s direction and found herself biting the inside of her lip to keep her composure. She was genuinely impressed with herself when her voice came out steady on her answer, “That would be perfect, since I won’t have another day off until later next week.”

That seemed to snap Bryce out of his daze and he whipped his head around to look at her as he wrapped his hand around the one she still had resting against his thigh. “Are you in some sort of a hurry?”

Before she could answer, Edward interjected, “She needs to be if she wants any of these properties. They are all quite coveted and she will need to move fast before someone else comes in and scoops them up.” Swiveling his gaze back to Casey, he asked, “Do you know which one you would like to see first?”

“Oh, um… this one” – she handed the paper of the one she had fallen in love with back to Edward – “This one is the furthest drive, so I figured we should probably start there and then can work our way back?”

“Actually, I was anticipating you might wish to view them today, so I made arrangements for transportation for us. We’ll take a helicopter there and there will be a car waiting to drive us to the properties once we arrive.”

Bryce’s hand tightened around hers almost painfully. “Hel-helicopter?”

“It’s the most efficient way to get to New York and still have plenty of time and sunlight to properly assess all of the options.”

“Oh my gosh! That is so amazing of you! Thank you so much!” I hope I’m not overselling my fake surprise too much.

“I figured with your schedule as a doctor, this would be the easiest way for you to see everything that you wish to and still be back to Boston in plenty of time. In fact, the helicopter should be ready for us if we leave now. Does that work for you two?”

Turning to face Bryce, Casey had to shove down her guilt once again at the ashen look on his face. Placing her free hand over the one Bryce still had wrapped around hers, she squeezed gently until his eyes met hers and flashed him a smile. “Are you ready for a quick trip to the ol’ NYC?”

“Now?”

Casey laughed, “Yes, now! Aren’t you the king of spontaneity?”

“I uh… I” – he swallowed hard, his fingers flexing under hers – “Yeah, I guess I am. Let’s uh… Let’s do this.”

A squeal of genuine excitement slipped from her lips before she could contain it causing Bryce to flinch, so she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek to soften the blow before turning back to Edward and telling him, “It definitely works for us.”

A little over three hours, and barely two words from Bryce, later, the group of three were stepping off an elevator onto the tenth floor of a brand-new apartment building. “Now, as the literature explained, this apartment won’t have the picturesque view of the city that the higher floors do, but that does actually save you a bit on the rent. The owners have discovered it’s been a bit trickier to rent out the apartments on this side of the lower floors because of the adjoining building.”

“I thought you said these listings were flying off the market?”

The shock of hearing Bryce string together and entire sentence had Casey’s steps faltering so much she almost tripped herself. The way that Bryce reached out to steady her and tuck her into his side – the most contact they’d shared since they left the realty office – offered her some semblance of reassurance.

“They are flying, but that doesn’t mean that the interested parties are willing to overpay compared to other options out there. It isn’t much of a savings, mind you, but every bit helps.”

Casey agreed, “Yes, it absolutely does.”

Coming to a stop in front of apartment 104, Edward turned to look directly at Casey and announced, “Here we are. Are you ready to take a look around?”

Feeling as if she were literally vibrating, she hoped that Bryce would attribute it to excitement rather than nerves as she nodded her head in response, all ability to form words escaping her as only one thought bounced around her brain: I hope he loves this as much as I do.

Once the door was open, Edward stepped out of the way to let Casey and Bryce enter first. Surprisingly, she didn’t have to pull him along behind her, but rather was practically getting drug inside by him. She honestly wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. As they moved about the small apartment, checking out both bedrooms and bathrooms before venturing through the almost non-existent living room into the kitchen, Casey kept sneaking surreptitious glances at Bryce to try and judge his impression.

When he finally came to a stop in front of the refrigerator, staring into the stainless steel, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade before whispering, “So, what do you think?”

Letting out a harsh scoff, he practically hissed, “Does it even fucking matter?”

You knew there was a chance that he’d be pissed. Just stay the course and it will all be fine. It has to be fine.

“Of course it matters! I wouldn’t have brought you along if it didn’t.” When the only response she got was another scoff, she squeezed her arms around him gently and pleaded, “Please, Bryce?”

Spinning in her arms, Bryce threw up his hands and exclaimed, “Fine! It’s a great fucking place! It’s got enough room for a TV and couch for your sports, a good-sized bedroom, a more-than-adequate kitchen for all that you are gonna use it. Hell, it even has a goddamn extra bedroom that you could use for a fucking office if you want!” He let out a deep breath and seemed to deflate with it as he asked, “That what you wanted to hear?”

Pressing herself closer so she could rest her chin against his chest, she bit her bottom lip and hoped that she could hold herself together for just a bit longer because seeing him lose it like that damn near broke her. “Almost.”

“Really? What fucking more could you want from me over this?”

“You really like this place?”

Finally wrapping his arms around her, he muttered, “No. I told you I think it’s great. I didn’t say I like it.”

“What don’t you like about it?”

“You really have to ask?”

“I really do.”

“It’s in fucking New York City! I mean – never mind.”

Sucking in a steadying breath, Casey turned her head so that her ear was pressed against his chest. The sound of his pounding heart beneath it simultaneously made her feel like shit and also reassured her. “So that’s the only thing you didn’t like?”

Letting out a resigned sigh, Bryce pressed a kiss to the top of her head and said, “Yeah. That’s the only shitty thing about this place. But do you really think you need to waste all that extra money on a two-bedroom?”

“I think so.”

“Why? Other than an office that you would never use?”

“Well, I think Keiki would like to have her own room, wouldn’t you?”

Shoving her away from his chest by her shoulders, Bryce narrowed his eyes at her. “What are you talking about?”

Giving him her most patronizing look, Casey repeated herself very slowly, “I think Keiki would like to have her own room.”

“In New York?”

“No.”

“Casey. What in the hell is going on?”

Surprised by the force of her unexpected laughter, Casey couldn’t help but double over. When she had regained a bit of control, she turned over her shoulder toward Edward and asked, “You think I should let him in on it?”

“I think you’ve made the poor boy suffer more than enough.”

“Okay, fine.” Twisting back to look Bryce in the eye, she brought a hand up to cup the side of his face, her thumb tracing over his cheek. “Did you really think I would move away without even telling you first?”

“Before today? Not a fucking chance. But we’re standing in an apartment you want to rent in New York fucking City, so I guess I was wrong.”

“You weren’t wrong, love. This was just a little bit of payback.”

“What?”

“I’m not looking for an apartment for me. I’m looking for an apartment for us – you, me and Keiki.”

Bryce’s brows scrunched together in a combination of disbelief and confusion. “In New York?”

“If I may?” Edward interjected, waiting for Casey to nod yes before continuing, “Casey came to me a few weeks back, wanting to know about two-bedroom listings in Boston that would be close enough to Edenbrook to be feasible for the two of you and your sister. In the midst of our conversations, I asked why she was doing this solo if she had a partner to help her with the process and she told me that she was wanting to set him up with a little bit of a fake out to pay him back for a mess she had to clean up for him. That led to us discussing the whole situation and once we found the apartment that she could best see you guys living in, I realized a way that we could take her plan to a whole new level.”

By this point, Casey was giggling almost uncontrollably, but she still managed to add, “Oh my god, it was a brilliant idea.” Bryce’s fingers tightening around her waist told her he wasn’t sold on that opinion quite yet.

Edward laughed softly, “I’m so glad you enjoyed it Casey. Anyways, the apartment she picked just so happened to be owned by a real estate firm that had just built an almost identical building in New York. So, I called and found out that it had an apartment that matched the floorplan of the one in Boston so I arranged to have this available for a showing today. That way you could see what your apartment will look like, if you choose to lease it, and we could really psych you out.”

The apartment was silent for what felt like hours as both Casey and Edward waited to see how Bryce was going to react to the full reveal of her deception. As the seconds ticked by, her nervousness amped up exponentially, suddenly terrified that she’d ruined not only her chance to move in with Bryce but maybe their entire relationship. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she used the hand still cupping his cheek to gently turn his head so that she could meet his eyes. There was a look in them that she couldn’t quite read and she had to force her words out around a growing lump in her throat. “Bryce? Love? Talk to me.”

“You really set all this up as payback for the incident with Lilly?”

“I… I did.”

“So, you thought ‘Let’s make Bryce think I’m moving to New York City without discussing it with him first.’?”

Casey sucked in a deep breath through her teeth, but kept her voice steady as she answered, “I did.”

His eyes narrowed on her in a glare so hot she felt like her skin was melting, but she refused to look away. Whatever the fallout was going to be for this, she knew she had to face it head on. He was silent for several long beats before a smile finally broke out over his beautiful face and he let out a hearty laugh. “Damn, babe. That… that’s fucking incredible.”

“Wait… you aren’t… mad?”

“Hell, no! I’m impressed that you came up with such a devious plan, to be honest!”

“Really?”

“Really. I only have one question.”

“Um … okay?”

Shifting his gaze back over her shoulder, he asked Edward, “Why did you go to so much trouble, so much expense, for this prank for a woman you don’t even know?”

“Oh, that’s actually an easy one. Remember that pitcher that collapsed during the game between Manhattan and Boston a while back? He’s my cousin and she saved his life.”

“Stop it, Edward. I told you that wasn’t just me.”

“Bullshit. Several of his teammates told him and me both how you figured out what was wrong with him. Besides that, I could immediately tell what an amazing woman she is. As much as she wanted to mess with you, her biggest concern was finding a place that would be comfortable for you and your sister. She wasn’t even worried about what she wanted or needed. All in all, I was more than happy to help you guys find a place and to help her get a little bit of payback.”

Chuckling once again, Bryce brought a hand up to the back of her neck to bring their faces closer together. When their lips were almost touching, he muttered, “Damn, Case. I’m so glad I have no interest in a prank war with you.”

Voice breathless, she asked, “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve already lost before I could even begin.”

Casey’s laugh was short-lived as Bryce pressed their lips together for a deep and tender kiss. When they finally pulled apart, Casey’s smile was slightly mischievous, making Bryce question, “What’s that about?”

“I just realized I never got to asking my question.”

“Oh yeah?” Leaning back down, Bryce pressed his forehead against hers. “You’d better hurry up and ask then. Wouldn’t want to give me too much time to think about how to respond.”

After pinching his side, Casey let out a soft chuckle at his grunt and lifted her arms up to wrap around his neck. She leaned in just enough to brush her lips across Bryce’s and then stayed there as she asked, “Do you want to live in this apartment’s Boston twin with me?”

“When can we move in?”

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100 Days of Writing - Day 11

@the-wip-project asked:

How do you create your characters? Do you make a profile of them? Do you know your character before you start writing the story?

Over my years of writing I've found a number of different ways to develop and keep track of my characters as they show themselves. I can't say I have one specific way that works - it's all dependent upon the story, the characters themselves, and their purposes in the story. But there are a few general things I can share. I guess you can say that they fall into a 'profile' for them?

I'm not an artist, so I tend to rely on images I can find online for 'face claims' for characters. If I have a really good idea of what they look like, and most time I do from the beginning, or nearly the beginning, I try to find an image that is as close as possible to represent them. I am a very visual person - I need to see them to be able to write them. So some sort of facial image - a photograph, artwork, etc. - always helps

Many of my notes end up in notebooks - mostly handwritten, though I do use Word and OneNote to help organize different things about my stories, too. I usually go handwritten at first - something as simple as scraps of paper, a stack of post it notes, even an old college notebook that barely has any pages left. If it's a character I know will be a biggie in my story, or my main character, I'll invest in a new/unused notebook for them. Some are fancier than others (depending on my mood and finances at the time), but all contain descriptions of the character, little snippets of dialogue I've thought of for them, notes about their plots, character development exercises so I get a better feel for them, notes about their background/family, ideas for their character development I don't want to forget to put into the story, etc.

I mentioned 'character development exercises' - but that's just a fancy way of saying 'ideas about how they progress from the beginning to the end of the story'. Events in their life. Problems they have. Death, sickness, drama, etc. Interaction with certain characters. Sometimes I start noodling out bits and pieces of their interaction well before I've even got a plot sorted out for them, and I don't want to forget that, so I write it down. Again, in notebooks, or sometimes in Word, because typing happens almost at the speed of thought, right?

So, basically, anything and everything I know about my characters ends up in a 'notebook' or 'document' and 'file' somewhere at some point. It all sounds a lot more organized than it really is, but it helps.

As for knowing a character before I start? Most of the time, I do know them, at least well enough to have a good grasp of how they speak, react in certain situations, etc. That works really well when I get the idea for a character first.

Other times, I start with pretty much a blank page and just write. In these instances, it's the idea of the story that hits me hardest, and I have to start writing it down to see what characters want to get involved. It's more of a challenge, especially for someone like me who is more visual inclined, but it works well enough the few times I've tried it. This is kind of what happened when I started writing my Robyn's Hoode story. I mean, we all know who the major characters are, but it begins with a battle up in Northern England/Southern Scotland involving two minor characters for whom I had a very vague idea - Robin's father, Marian's father - and that's it. By the end of that chapter, I had a much better idea of who they are (even if one doesn't survive).

(example below the cut because this got long)

To the east, lying against one of the outer walls of the castle of Alnwick, Gilbert spotted him. Or, rather, spotted the standard raised above. Several bodies blocked the rest from view, one on bended knee, but all hovered in a semi-circle around what could only be a body. Hugh’s body. Lips tightening into a thin line, Gilbert pressed onward. Refusing to see to it personally would not change the grimness of the outcome, no matter how much he wished it.

Purpose and authority marked every step, and those gathered soon parted, making way for the lord of Loxley. His eyes dropped immediately, and for once in his life, Gilbert cursed himself, wishing he was wrong. Hints of crimson bled through plates of mail on his chest, and dribbled down Hugh's cheek and chin like a burbling babe’s drool. Inevitability and acceptance shone clear in familiar green eyes, and Gilbert knew without a doubt it wasn't meant to be.

Dropping to a knee beside the litter, he reached out a hand, bracing it against Hugh’s shoulder. “You had to go and split our forces,” he murmured with a hint of humor despite the severity of the situation.

Hugh, eyes slowly finding the blue of his friend’s, coughed out a laugh, ignoring the fresh spurt of liquid staining his lips. “You… you know me, my… my lord,” he rasped through labored breaths.

Gilbert’s hand tightened over the armor. “That I do, my friend,” he replied. For years, Gilbert relied on Hugh’s battle savvy tactics when taking to the field. Most times it the outcomes were successful, leaving he and his men relatively unscathed. Hugh was a natural when it came to tactics, and Gilbert could honestly say he had learned quite a bit from him over the years.

“M-my… lord…?”

Hugh’s eyes closed tightly as he struggled to speak. Death was stalking him, and surely wouldn’t be long in arriving. “What is it?”

“Will… Mari…”

Gilbert sighed heavily. Moving his hand from Hugh’s shoulder, he took his friend’s hand in his, squeezing it reassuringly. “Your children will be safe,” he promised without hesitation.

“T-take them?”

Hugh’s eyes opened, finding his, but Gilbert didn't miss the clouds now present. “God and King Henry approving,” he replied, “I will make them my wards. Your lands, your children, your legacy. They will live on. Fear not on that account, my friend.”

Hugh struggled to inhale, what air he could take in rattled alarmingly. His lips moved as he struggled to speak, mostly likely his final words… but nothing save one long, drawn out, exhale of breath escaped.

Gilbert remained as he was for a long, expectant moment, but when Hugh’s chest no longer rose and fell, he understood. “God go with you, my friend,” he murmured, gently settling Hugh’s hand over his chest, the hilt of his sword loosely in his grasp. Rest in peace, my friend, and watch over us who remain.

Pushing himself to his feet, Gilbert searched around the area for Roger. He stood nearby, out of the way of those gathered around Hugh. Nodding to the lad to gain his attention, he walked over to join him. “Help with the arrangements for Sir Hugh's body to be returned to my estates,” he said. Searching the area again, he asked, “Where is my horse?”

“This way, my lord,” Roger replied, guiding him down to the left and in the direction from which they’d come. “My lord…?”

Finding his steed, Gilbert accepted the reins and pulled himself up into the saddle with assistance. Several others, mostly of his retinue of bodyguards headed to assist with Hugh formed up nearby. “I will meet you there, Roger. I have a stop to make on the way home.”

In this instance, the only thing I knew about Gilbert when I started writing was that he is Robert of Loxley's father and that he and Hugh FitzWalter were good friends. Also, that Hugh was one of his knights. For Hugh, I knew even less. Eye color is the only thing that I really got for him - and still have, for that matter, all these years later. However, seeing as Hugh doesn't survive, I felt comfortable enough to at least draft out this chapter.

But, like I said, every story, every character is different. Ideas can be triggered by a picture, a song, a word, a certain piece of food, a scent, a part of a dream - it really doesn't take much with my muses! lol