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[thecapricunt1616]

Sunflower 🌻

Syd x Carmy one-shot

♡ Summary: A/U where after graduating from the CIA at the top of her class, Syd goes on a food tour in NYC & ends up hooking up with the most talented CDC, at the best restaurant in the world.

♡ W/C: 3,434

♡ Posted Date: 04/12/2024

♡ A/N: This is pure filth I tried adding some plot- I hope it turned out the way I saw it in my head. As always requests are open - for SydCarmy, CarmyxReader as usual! I hope you enjoy :)

♡ Warnings for BTC: Smutsmutsmut nsfw 18+ - Oral (m receiving) , Barely edited bc we die like men.

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

Sydney Adamu had just graduated top of her class at the Culinary Institute of America. She’d been hunkering down with her dad, for a long four years, she was desperate to get out of there. She already had a plan all set up. 

She’d take the last bit of money her grandfather had given her for college, and make a catering business of her very own. It would be dedicated to her parents, (of course) Syd’s hopeless romanticism was thanks to their perfect, beautiful love story of course. She’d known since sophomore year of culinary school - Sheridan Road would be her baby. 

She’d settled on this idea - with any possible odd’s and ends money she’d made during her CIA training - she’d go out for as long as it would last her. She’d learn, study, and observe, then- create her catering business, with the confidence she’d gotten a taste of the very goal she had, a star. Well - three would be absolutely fucking insanity to her- but one? One she felt like if she had it? Her father would believe she was in a real line of work, instead of just happy she was perusing her own happiness. 

It was the perfect plan in her mind. She’d already set aside the amount of money, with extra safety net, for all of the licensures, and documentation she’d need- as well as her commercial kitchen rental she’d make the food out of. Then - with the extra 5k she had left over, she booked a full food tour of the most prestigious, luxurious restaurants in NYC. 

She’d planned the tour 6 months before she graduated, since the 3 restaurants wouldn’t even accept a reservation if it wasn’t made out any later then that, and when she walked the stage, 3 days later she was on the train into the city. 

She’d be staying at a decent hotel for 12 days. Each day, she’d be having one large meal including an app, two main courses, 2 cocktails, and 1 dessert from a Michelin starred restaurant. She would be staying 4 days for 1 star, 4 for 2 stars, and 4 for 3 stars. 

The schedule was as followed; 

Monday - Hirohisa *

Tuesday - Dirt Candy *

Wednesday - The Musket Room *

Thursday - The Red Paper Clip *

Friday - Atera **

Saturday - Jungsik **

Monday - Saga **

Tuesday - Daniel **

Wednesday - Per Se ***

Thursday - Le Bernadin ***

Friday - Masa ***

Saturday - 11 Madison Park ***

When she’d got off at Penn station- she was nearly vibrating with excitement - she quickly brushed passed people grabbing their obnoxious suitcases in the overhead compartments. 

“Sorry! ‘Scuse me! Fuck- shit sorry- exscuse me!!!- whoops! Sorry- scuse me- aah! Ugh- I Didn’t mean to- oop- oh- Jesus!! Excuse me!!” She rambled, frustration building in her chest. Getting off The L wasn’t this hard- why did Amtrak feel worse?!

She took a deep breath, her nose scrunching. 

Mm. So instead of cow shit - smog, I feel at home already. 

She’d thought to herself as she briskly walks with the crowd towards the exit she meant to take onto fifth. 

She slipped her wired headphones into her ears, texting her father 

‘made it!! Love you daddy!!’

Before opening her Spotify, hitting one of her comfort albums, Broken Clocks, as she walked briskly outside - the crisp city air hitting her like a ton of bricks. 

She leaned against the brick of the McDonald’s next door, avoiding the streams of people going down and up the sidewalk, taking a deep breath. She’d not been to New York before, she’d grown up in Chicago- been to the city more times then she can count, but the suburbs were her home. Being in the city- and let alone- a city like Manhattan versus Chicago- she was looking around, trying to gather her wits - and quickly.  She clicked the maps application on her iPhone 7, tugging her umbrella out of the water bottle pocket of her backpack and tucking it under her arm as she typed the address to her hotel and clicking for the walking directions.

It honestly kind of pissed her off that each day’s food was better than the last. She’d wanted to not give a shit about stars and just focus on giving people an experience to remember - but it was cut & dry that now that she’d tasted this kind of food - she was going to do whatever she could to become as talented as the chefs that made it. 

But - she hadn’t even tried the best yet. 

The best, the best, THE best. 

She honestly couldn’t believe she was going to be trying the food from Eleven Madison Park - but she couldn’t help but be so nervous. Every other Michelin starred restaurant she’d been to - the dress code was Formal attire. But this one? THE best restaurant in the fucking world? Oh- they just say on their website ‘many of our guests dress up for the occasion, but we do not have a dress code’  

Her entire trip, She’d been cycling through 2 very different floor length gowns. One of which she wore to her graduation, and the other she’d found at Windsor on sale but it did the job. She didn’t wear luxury attire often, okay? She was too busy being Culinary school for Christ sakes! And tonight she couldn’t for the life of her choose which one she’d wear. 

This being because she was attending a main dining room tasting, which was ten courses. Easy, luxury dining courses were stupidly small. But- she was also trying their bar tasting menu which was an extra four courses. Sitting at a bar in that stupid fluffy dress for two hours would not be comfortable. But- again- best. restaurant. in. the. WORLD!!! 

She knew for a fact that she would be mad at herself if she got there and everyone around was dressed to the nines, but - for comfortability sake she went with the simple silken red gown. 

The front of house service was literally perfect. She was glad she’d brought a new notebook, because she’d never have had enough space to take all the notes she was taking tonight in the one she’d been using the majority of the trip. Their staff was very casually mannered, and they made it very easy to order. Everything was very calm and comfortable, the furniture felt very luxurious in the sense of comfortability. 

After she just had the best meal of her entire life, she knew she had to speak with the person who made it. Her mind was blown for lack of a better word. The food was fucking incredible. She had a rule to keep herself able to taste as much as possible: she was only allowed one bite of each dish, but here- she couldn’t just limit herself to one. Each dish she was taking 2 even 3 bites- but when she got to the sunflower dish? It was brilliant. She finished every bite, she couldn’t not. It would be sinful to waste it. And the only thing on her mind was that she had to talk to the chef who’d made it.

Her waiter comes back to her table, giving her back her card and receipt. 

“Thank you for dining with us this evening, have a wonderful night” he told her 

“Thank you- Um- may I speak with the chef who made the sunflower plate please? I’d like to pay my compliments in person if possible.” She asked hopefully. 

“Of course, that would be Chef Carmen- give me just a moment I’ll go get him for you” he nodded and headed back to the kitchen. She looked over her notes, remembering the questions she’d wanted to ask about the dish. 

Carmen, she wondered if he’d been named after the saint. His talent was surely straight from the hands of the Mother of Christ. 

Shes interrupted from writing in her notebook by a husky, silvery voice 

“Excuse me- I was told you’d like to speak to me, I’m Chef Carmen, I made your sunflower dish this evening.” 

“Hey- I’m Sydney - that dish was- ” she stood up to face him- and when she realized who was in front of her, her heart began to race. Of course, she’d thought, of course - only a JBA contestant could come up with a dish so ingenious.

 “Oh- um…Hi.. Hello- you’re like -” she blinked a few times, in utter shock. “You’re Carmen Berzatto“ She swallowed thickly. 

Sydney was obsessed with this industry- she stalked the JBA website every year to see who would be nominated, dreaming that some day she’d be on that list. Being even nominated would allow her to die happily feeling as if she’d won a fucking Nobel Prize. That was how much she respected those damn awards. 

“I am” he said and cleared his throat nervously. 

“Well- firstly congratulations on your nomination- you like- if it was up to me you’d win because that sunflower dish was-” they’re interrupted by one of the food runners coming over 

“Chef Carmen- Chef Daemon requests you in back of house now.” she said urgently, the girl looked like she was on the brink of tears as she continued taking the tray of food over to the table it was meant for. 

“So sorry, i’d love to hear what you have to say but uh…” he trailed off. 

“Yeah- yeah- sorry, sorry I wont keep you-” she said and he shook his head a bit 

“No- no- um… I mean -” he wouldnt usually be so bold, but his ass was going to literally be kicked if he didnt get back there in the next 5 seconds. “I’m gonna go out for a smoke at 11:15. If you wanted to keep talkin’ ill be there” he said before heading back to the kitchen.

Sydney was nearly shaking - there were so so many things she wanted to ask him. She also realized he was much - infinitely hotter in person - how that was even possible? She remained unsure. She had reapplied her lipgloss and her perfume, nervously pacing back and forth along the sidewalk. 

She hears the back door open and she looked over, out emerging the greek god incarnate she somehow got so lucky as to run in to tonight. “Hey!” she said with her famous warm smile. 

He didnt return it, actually- he looked pissed. She swallowed thickly, rubbing her lips together nervously “Hey - sorry again I uh- fuckin’ boss” he muttered, fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket. 

“No- don’t apologize please, I totally get it. I mean, you're the CDC at literally the best restaurant in the world. I wouldn’t have bugged you if I knew, I mean- my table, like- I’m not a critic..I guess I should have clarified cause of the notebook thing but they usually are more…low key? I thought? Do they usually just come and whip out a notebook? That would make it easier I think… But nonetheless I’m so so grateful to have been able to eat a meal that-“ she rambled on anxiously but he stops her.

“You talk when y’nervous” he said with a small smirk, lighting the cigarette between his lips and inhaling, leaning against the brick.

“Uh-” she stuttered, her face feeling hot suddenly. “Sorry- I’ve uh… i’ve been told” she chuckled a bit, taking a few steps towards him and leaning on the brick only 2 feet or so between them.

“It’s charming, y’smoke?” he offered her the pack with a red top, she looked down at it.

“I don’t- not- not yet anyways” she joked, crossing a slim arm over her waist. He couldn't help but realize how the action made her breasts more prominent. 

“You’re a chef?” he asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yes! Yes- well.. Just graduated, not working anywhere yet- I’m going home soon to try and start my own catering thing…” she explained and he nodded.

“Where’d y’graduate from?” he asked, exhaling the smoke away from her direction.

“CIA - 2 weeks ago, Valedictorian actually, y’not the only chef around here with street cred” she joked and he chuckled.

“Really? Word. Thats sick, good job. Y’said y’re headed home? Where’s that?” he asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Chicago! Can’t wait to get back, Hudson life is… not for me- I forgot how convenient public transportation was” she said. 

He raised his brows in surprise, “Chicago huh? Thats my old home base.” he said 

“I know! You’re actually… really famous did you know that? Like- they talk all about you during lectures, you’re the new golden child of the culinary world” she teased and he rolled his eyes playfully.

They’d been inching closer and closer without realizing throughout the whole conversation, she was now so close that she could see the barely there scar on his cheek, her focus locked on it. His gaze was locked on her plump lips and he was imagining how they’d feel around his cock.

“I do unfortunately - you’ll learn soon enough that praise means being a target in this industry.” He said 

She bit her lip, meeting his striking blue eyes once again. “I really meant to tell you earlier was that sunflower dish was the best meal i’ve ever had. And i’m not just…sucking your dick because you’re you - I knew that before I knew you made it” she laughed a bit.

He followed suit, “Well if you want to- i’m not gonna say no.” he said and her eyes widened a bit, feeling her core pooling with heat at the idea. Of course he was half joking. It was so sudden and out there he would have never expected her to indulge him. 

“I mean- here? What if your boss comes out?” she asked, a bit quieter as if she was trying to assure they’d not be caught.

He nodded towards the row of 12-wheeler trucks parked 50 or so feet away. “Haven’t moved in 6 weeks” he shrugged casually  “Lead the way Chef”  she motioned with her hand, a frisky smirk on her lips.

“Holy fuuuck” Carmy groaned, pushing his cock deeper into her tight hot mouth. “Y’like takin cock like this mmm? Y’like bein’ my little fuckin slut?” he muttered, thumbing away the warm tear that was gathering in the corner of her right eye. “So fuckin’ good f’me-” he growled, moaning at the wet gurgling noises emitting from her.

She swallowed around him, looking up at him with tear-filled dark lustful brown eyes, widening her jaw further and tonguing over the pulsing vein on the underside of his length, gently squeezing his thighs to urge him further. 

“Y’want me t’fuck y’throat? Mmm? Dirty fuckin girl” he gathered her braids into his fist, wrapping them around his palm and roughly tugging her off. 

She whined hotly, the sensation of his rough hand sending waves of pleasure through her being. “Please” she said wantingly, tonguing over his slit before wrapping her lips around the tip of his head in a sensual kiss.

He took his thumb, pulling her jaw open wide and thrusting into her mouth with a satisfied grunt. “Y’know-shhhit y’know what? I think this is the only way t’shut y’ass up? Mmm?” he inhales sharply as she pushed his foreskin back and spit on his exposed sensitive tip.

“Jesus fuckin-” he sharply inhaled through his teeth as she gently grazed her teeth over the sensitive head, his abs clenching in pleasure and hips quivering from the overstimulation “fuckin-h-aaaa-ahhh-mm-shhhhit-jesus fuckin christ” he whimpered, his head falling back against the metal with a sharp bang as she took the flesh into her mouth, flicking her tongue sharply over the weeping tip before smoothly sucking over the buzzing stimulation. He knew if she kept up the act he’d be filling her mouth with his seed within seconds.

“S-sooo fuckin filthy - y’want my cum in y’throat? Mmm? Little fuckin whore- h-holy-oh god- i-” he nearly suffocated her as he buried his cock further down her throat. He reached down, his fingers rubbing along his thick length buried in her warm tight throat. 

“F-fuuuuuck- ah- oh shhh- mmm- thats it- thaaaaaat’s it- good fuckin girl” he grumbled, roughly and sloppily guiding her head in such a way that the noises being made if it weren’t her he would think theyre overdramatic and disgusting. He also didn’t know where the hell all of this talking was coming from. 

Normally in the bedroom, he was quiet. Very quiet. The only way the women he was with knew he’d enjoyed himself was if he even came at all. Sex usually wasn’t about his own pleasure since in the presence of another he found it so hard to get off - it was more about giving him imagery that would help him later in regards to finishing. 

“You are so fuckin good at that huh? You take my cock so well such a good fuckin girl” his jaw goes slack as she put her hands on his hips to steady him and slowly sinks her mouth all the way down to the hilt, her eyes shut in focus. 

She gently rubbed her thumbs over his hips, swallowing around his length in a way that made whimpers fall past his lips he didn’t know he could make himself. “Holy shit y’fuckin- oh- ohhh fuck” he grunts as she takes one of her hands and begins massaging his balls and looking directly into his eyes, pulling off his length to breathe and gently pushing the foreskin back, kissing over the sensitive flesh with her plump lips. 

“You can fuck my face- but deepthroating after a meal like that is pretty hard, id love if I can keep it down” she said, even with spit running down her chin, teary eyes, and swollen lips - she still looked adorable to him. 

“Sorry- sorry” he muttered, loosening his grip on her hair “keep doin’ that fuck yesss” he breathed out as she swirled her tongue around his head. He thrust in and out of her mouth, gradually moving faster but being careful as to not slam into the back of her throat. 

She stroked the bottom half of his length with her other hand, eyes closing and doing her best to swallow around him all the excess saliva that was dripping down her throat. She hollowed out her cheeks, looking up at him as she slowly and carefully sunk down once again, keeping her eyes locked on his. 

“Mmm-shhhit-I’m fuckin-“ he groaned, his knees nearly going weak and head falling back with a thud. Blood roared in his ears, his hands shook slightly from the tension rolling off him in waves. 

She nearly choked at the amount rolling down her throat. She pulled off slightly, swallowing - more like gulping, assuring to hollow her cheeks and swirl her tongue as she pulled off with a pop as to not waste any of the sweet salty mess. 

“You- you- you are fuckin crazy” he breathed, looking down at her. 

She wiped off her mouth, chin, and neck with a tissue she’d kept in her purse before saying “I’d say you’re crazy, “ she got off her knees, picking up the chefs coat he had thrown down for her to kneel on, to which she insided it out before she did so it wouldn’t show any dirt. “If I had that coat? It would never touch the floor” she shook it off carefully. 

He quickly fixed his pants “he’s a friend it doesn’t matter I can always get a new one” he countered, putting the coat back on and buttoning it. 

Her eyes widened “friends?! How the hell did you run into him?!” She asked. 

“You- y’re into fashion ‘n shit?” He asked and she nodded enthusiastically 

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Thom Browne is insane all his shit Is absolute fire. I wish I could afford one of his jackets like- it’s totally a dream wishlist kinda thing” she took some gum out of her purse. 

“When do you uh…go back?” He asked. 

“Tomorrow. Headed to Chicago on Wednesday” she said and he nods. 

“Oh- yeah okay..It was uh…it was nice t’meet you” he said awkwardly “I should probably um..” he trailed off, clearing his throat nervously.

“Totally- yeah great to um…great to meet you too chef.” She nodded 

“Could I um…” he rubs the back of his neck anxiously “could I maybe get y’r…” he trails off, cheeks pink with embarrassment. 

“My number?” She asked, grabbing her phone out of her purse. 

He nodded, cheeks bright red with embarrassment “yeah sorry-“ he mumbled

“Yeah- if I can get yours” she teased, clicking open the blank contact screen

[duskstarshine]

(just copy pasting the description on the video ^o^) Animation made for Jael Peñaloza !

This project was started as a "2 week" project the day of the original UV being cancelled announcement though as with most things I went a little overboard. Oops hehe. But I'm glad I did.

There of course has since been an update on the situation (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OC9Ob7pHUlA ); but never the less I was still determined to finish, especially when a lot of what was said in the update video was also brought up in the animation!

Thanks for being a wonderful inspiration Jakei! Whatever you do choose to do next, I'll be here to support it! Just take care of yourself and keep doing what you enjoy.

Everything in this was hand animated in blender, no mo-cap or phys engines, and since there are so many wips of everything from start to end, I'll probably be posting them here and there and right up a mini thing about it all on my site eventually! :D (like the time-lapse of 3 hours of animating hair physics condensed down into 2 mins o-o )

After 2 months straight of animation I'm happy it's finally done ^o^ Sorry it took so long to come out (to those that knew in the spaces I hangout in), especially since I paused all my other projects to put this on top priority! I'll be getting back to avi making soon after a er… A well needed break o-0 May be streaming a bit the next couple days when I do!

Thanks so much for reading this though (if you are reading this now hehe) and watching! Check out all the talented people below and their own work!! ♥ ----------------------------------------------------------

Credits

Ink played by: @MrAmazingVAOfficial https://www.youtube.com/@MrAmazingVAOfficial

Cross played by: @tehRogue https://www.youtube.com/@tehRogue

VA funding: LifeCraft https://www.youtube.com/@RegnoDub

Animated, written, directed, animation rigs, Ink!Sans model, and sound and editing by: Me! :D @DuskstarShine https://discord.gg/5YB99ueQyu ← My server https://www.deviantart.com/duskstarshine https://ko-fi.com/duskstarshine# https://duskstarshine.wixsite.com/maipetless

Cross model by: Jeaya https://ko-fi.com/mrjeaya/shop (Cross originally made as a VRC avatar; thanks so much for letting me use them! Ik ripping/art theft is SUPER prevalent in the 3D scene so thankyou for trusting me with them! ♥ )

All 2D art and backdrops by: CattyNatty https://www.youtube.com/@catty6151 https://x.com/CattyNatty999

Lighting by: MariGoId https://www.youtube.com/@marigoid337 https://ko-fi.com/maries_emporium/shop

Music used by: @Kalamity_Music https://www.youtube.com/@Kalamity_Music Song: Marcy and the King. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gu7v8E7hhcA (Check out their other songs! They make great stuff!! ^o^)

Undertale by: Toby Fox https://store.steampowered.com/app/391540/Undertale/

Underverse, X!Tale (Cross!Sans), and METADORA by: @Jakeiartwork https://www.youtube.com/@Jakeiartwork (And I also can't not mention https://www.youtube.com/@NyxTheShieldOFFICIAL )

Ink!Sans by: @comyet https://comyet.tumblr.com

Programs used in making: Blender, Prem pro, firealpaca. Sound effects from: Sound Snap.

Reposting clips such as edits or gifs is completely fine! Just please:

Do not claim this as your own.

Do not remove my watermark.

Do not reupload (Reposting the entire thing with no changes) ((THIS INCLUDES OTHER PLATFORMS! I made a tick tock JUST to post this so there is no excuse to steal it onto there. Just post a clip and link to the original video ^o^ ))

Always credit me in text as and when possible (in title or description); don't try hiding my watermark then hiding the real credit berried at the bottom where no one will see, I see this a lot with a lot of animator's hard work ;-; . (credit can just be my name, but a link to my channel or the original video is much apricated! :D )

TLDR: Do whacha like, along as you're not stealing the video or claiming it to be yours! ^-^b

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[murfeelee]

Critical Role INSP Pt2: C3 (Bells Hells CAS Set)

This set includes 32 recolorable CAS items for TS3, inspired by Campaign 3 of Critical Role: Bells Hells.

Crystals as Hair (HIGH POLY) V3 [BETA]

Cut Crystal as Head ACC V2 (found under Glasses)

Nails as Earrings

Cracked Rock or Glass BODY & FACE Tatts (REQ CmarNYC tatt mod)

DA2 Persuasion Maul as ACC (and Misc Decor)

TSM Blacksmith Vest SLEEVELESS [BETA]

ATS3 Female Beanie as ACC UNISEX (found under Glasses)

CR3 Chetney INSP RTA Tattoo

Danjaley/Dragon Valley Top RETEXTURED

CR3 Dorian INSP Chest Wings ACC (found under Necklaces)

CR3 Dorian INSP Boot Wings ACC (found under Socks)

CR3 Dorian INSP Gradient Cloak ACC (found under Bracelets)

TSM Corset Gathered Dress for Fauns (Frankenmesh) V3b

Deer Ears ACC 3 Tilted (with/without Flower) (found under Earrings)

Flowery Horns Frankenmesh ACC (found under Glasses)

Mitarasi Ankle Flowers ACC for TW3 Succubus Legs (found under Socks)

CR3 Fearne INSP Stave ACC (GLOWS) V2 (found under Rings)

4t3 Shanty Top REDONE SHEER V3

Suspenders Y/AF ACC (SN EP REQUIRED fit/fat morphs) (found under Necklaces)

Sheer Skirt ACC V2 (SN EP REQUIRED fit/fat morphs) (found under Garters)

Hand Veins as BODY Tattoo (REQ CmarNYC tatt mod)

Camkitty/Dragon Valley Pauldron LEFT ONLY as ACC (found under Necklaces)

Mitarasi Wrist Flowers LEFT ONLY as ACC V2 (found under Bracelets)

Gramsims Stylus Hair REDONE V2

EA Peasant Top REDONE V2

Hammer as Hairpin ACC (found under Glasses)

TSM to TS3 Pickaxe as Hairpin ACC (found under Glasses)

NA Bloody Hands as BODY Tatt 1 & 2 (REQ CmarNYC tatt mod)

FLAWS: The items marked as [BETA] have visible flaws (higher than my normal level of flaws, yes, shaddup) that I couldn't figure out how to fix or got too fed up to bother with anymore. Feel free to fix them or ditch them. Sorry I suck!

Enjoy!

Download set (package files) : Mediafire | Simfileshare

Descriptions & preview pics under the cut:

For in-game pics of most of this stuff, just consult my sims 3 Critical Role tag. All of it is pretty self explanatory, but I wanted to explain one thing or two, and point out exactly what FLAWS are present:

ASHTON

The Crystal Hair [BETA] was one of the hardest pieces of CC I've ever messed around with.

FLAWS: The mesh sits HELLA awkward on the head, and the clipping/floating through the skull in some areas is bad on some head shapes. Also, a weird texture glitch on the skull might randomly pop up in CAS, not Live Mode, and IDKY. *sigh* This is what I get for trying something different.

The Cut Crystal as Head ACC & DA2 Persuasion Maul as ACC (and Misc Decor) all have recolorable variations with a clear & opaque texture. The Nails as Earrings are self explanatory. The Cracked Rock or Glass BODY & FACE Tatts as usual REQUIRE CmarNYC's tatt mod at MTS.

CHETNEY

I made the ATS3 Female Beanie Unisex and tweaked the textures a bit. The CR3 Chetney INSP RTA Tattoo is a regular EA tattoo.

FLAWS: For the life of me, I CANNOT fix the janky bone joints under the armpits on the Blacksmith Outfit. So...avert your eyes (or just use the regular Blacksmith Outfit with the sleeves). U_U

DORIAN

I was surprised by how well the Chest & Boot Wing ACCs came out, considering those were my own meshes (for once).

For the Dragon Valley Top I just retextured Danjaley's edit by tweaking the RGBY mask a bit. It's not great, but oh well. Neither is the Cape Accessory.

FEARNE

The Horns ACC is a mashup of X X X. The Stave ACC is a mashup of X X and I made the acorn glow with the ghost/plumbbot shader. IIRC the Horns and Ears ACCs have different sliders, one for the Hat Slider and one for Glasses sliders, but if I didn't do that...oops?

The Faun Outfit is a frankenmesh of the TSM corset dress @aprilrainsimblr converted and the TW3 Succubus outfit converted here. I added a few different RGB control variations as I was playing around with different options.

IMOGEN

I took the Shanty Top converted here and lowered the vest mesh as it sat too high on sims' waists, lightened the too-dark Multiplier, and made the sleeves sheer. The Suspenders and Skirt both REQUIRE the SN EP for the fat/fit morphs.

LAUDNA

I made @natalia-auditore's different accessory Bloody Hands as Body Tatts that REQUIRE CmarNYC's tatt mod at MTS, to reduce the amount of layered ACCs that cause texture blurring.

The Stylus Hair is an edit I did of Gramsims' Stylus hair (X), to add Laudna's signature white streak, fix the joints, and lower the polys a bit (it's still high though). (I used a hairline makeup for the baby hairs--IDER which one.) The Top is an edit from one of EA's, tweaking the waist mesh and changing the RBGY mask & overlays. I couldn't decide if I liked the Hammer or Pickaxe ACC, so I just threw in both.

Oryn

The Left Pauldron ACC is just the left side separated from the Dragon Valley top (Camkitty's mesh edit made my life easier), same with the Mitrasi Wrist Flower ACC.

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And that's that!

Enjoy!

Download set (package files) : Mediafire | Simfileshare

[mysteriawrites]

Hiya! 

I hope I’m not too late! But if I am, then please feel free to ignore this or throw this out the window—your choice!

Anyways, Hello! Please call me Eris [they/her]. I would like to request a romantic matchup for both Oshi No Ko and Genshin Impact!

For some information to make your job easier, I am an ESTP and a Scorpio—also bisexual with a penchant for ladies!

Personality-wise, it's a bit tricky to explain. To new people, I come off as polite but cold. Especially if they are older than me, I mean them no harm, truly!

However, for my friends and loved ones, I do a complete 180! I love to shower them with affection, may it be gifts, words, actions, or anything! (I am also quite playful, chatty, and witty!)

I also love to have light-hearted banter. (Though, I do tend to find sarcasm flying over my head, so... oops?) Helping people is also something I enjoy doing, especially if it is something I am good at. (Which is usually just editing people’s essays or helping them out in English in general.)

As for hobbies, I don’t think I have that many. Reading and writing are my main hobbies. But, at the core of it, I enjoy creating and sharing my stories with people. Thus making me a fan of any medium that can do that, i.e., art, acting, or hell, even clay sculptures!

I don’t want to go too deep, so I’ll keep this as short and sweet as possible. I have trouble with my self-esteem, and how I cope is to internalize it and hide it from others. This causes me to not speak up about my emotions, instead bottling them up. Thus resulting in building a steady amount of resentment until it explodes.

However, my anger is usually quite short and only really lasts for a few hours at worst, so I usually take a day off or two to collect my thoughts. After that, I do go apologize to the persona and try to make up!

Anyways! Moving on~!

Sorry for the long request; this is my second time asking for a match, and I think my first one is being worked on. I don’t know; maybe it was thrown out the window? Anyhow! I hope you enjoy this request, and if you don’t, you know what to do!

Hello Hello thank you for the request. I don't remeber receiving an ask from you, I'd have to double check but I'm pretty sure the tumblr goblins ate it or something. (Also it is preferable for me for people to send me too different asks if they're gonna ask for multiple fandoms because I make mine real long so If you could send a second one for genshin that would be great) Now on to the matchup...DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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ARIMA KANA!!!

(Fair warning I’ve only seen the anime and the anime isn’t finished yet so if i may be writing Kana a bit surface level here i apologize)

You and Kana are that cute rivals to lovers trope. Ever since you were young you two have been competing to reach the top of the industry to share your talent and passions with the world.

You met as two child actors auditioning for the same role when you were 2 or 3 years old. Two up and coming actors going for the same role of course led to some conflict of course.

Kana was confident that she would get the role over you due to being a “child acting prodigy”. You just nodded your head and went along with whatever she was saying (it wasn’t a huge film so there weren’t a lot of other girls auditioning so you two had a lot of time to spend together during the process). Apparently, she didn’t like that you seemed to be ignoring her ravings and deemed it a (one sided) competition between you two to prove a point.

To her dismay however, when it was your turn to audition you caused everyone’s jaws (including her’s) to drop and the directors immediately chose you without a second thought. From that day on a fire was lit with in Kana that one day she would surpass you and now you were rivals. You on the other hand didn’t think your performance was that great and didn’t understand why Kana was so determined to compete with you.

Years passed, you and Kana were moving up from child actors to rising stars. As you and Kana got more roles your self-esteem started to get in the way. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her and her success. You didn’t understand what she saw in you worthy of deeming you a rival when she was so blindingly brilliant. But instead of making you feel worse about yourself, it made you determined to be better; to be worthy of being her rival.

You two finally met face to face again when you got into Yoto High’s performing arts program, and your rivalry was burning as intensely as ever. You two met up on the roof one day after class to catch up after the last few years. Despite having spent so long apart it wasn’t awkward at all, on the contrary it was full of laughs and fond memories. However, when you two were about to leave you talked about your resolve to not lose to the other (because dramatic).

When it was time for the biggest production of the year you both auditioned for the same part just like all those years ago. However, this time was different, this time she got the lead; and you were her love interest…

Despite the awkwardness you two were determined to stick to your parts. So, you two started to spend more time after school to make your performance as a couple more believable, going on “dates”, holding hands, and flirting. Although as time went on whenever you practiced particular flirtatious lines or holding each other intimately, it started to get hard and harder to tell whether the feelings were real or just acting…

When the night of the play finally arrived, you two performed amazingly. The two were so moved by your (powerful homosexual energy) realistic performance and (sexual tension) moving emotions you brought the audience to tears. And when you reached the kiss scene; you, Kana, and the audience all knew that that kiss was real. You got a standing ovation for your performance.

After the performance you and Kana pronounced your feelings for each other. That you would be each other’s forever rival and no one could ever compare.

You and Kana become such a sweet couple that it rots the teeth. You hold hands, have fancy dinner dates, cuddle in the park, cover each other in kisses, and and have gift giving wars.

When Kana joins the new B Komichi you support her every part of the way and try to help them get new members and advertise. You decided to stay an actress, but you used your connections to help get B Komichi some attention. When Kana was feeling insecure about being the front woman of the group, you reassured her that she was perfect for the role. She does the same for you whenever you’re feeling insecure about getting the lead in a film or show (which has been happening a lot because you’re that good).

Of course the paparazzi eats that up and stalks your relationship like crazy, but because you’re both famous people are a lot more supportive of it (cause the world is fucked up like that).

All and all you guys are cute and perfect for each other. You pick each other up and encourage one another to grow and be better performers and people.

Wow I got really carried away with this one. This ended up being heavily based on Revue Starlight (Maya Tendo x Claudine Saijo in episode 10 specifically good show highly recommend). I hope you like it I had a lot of fun with this one and I'm really proud of it.

Runners Up: no one because I like this pairing it's perfect.

[peakdeer]

The button does indeed work!!

Maybe something about Eloise freaking murdering her cameraman at least twice over the course of at most ten minutes??? I've been wanting to write something on her character, but she hasn't given me enough to get a good read on her. So instead I'm bugging other people, because I have only had wc!Eloise for 4 days and she is already one of my top favourite characters in the 10+ smp/mc series that I watch (this includes multiple seasons of the same series don't worry I'm not TOO insane).

Eloise hadn’t meant to kill her cameraman. She hadn’t!

Just, well… She hadn’t really thought things through.

The first one had been her fault, she’d admit that. She’d had to find the Necromancy Witch to fix that one, and her cameraman had come back looking a bit… off. Pale skin with a hint of green, body a bit smushed from where they’d hit the stone path, and they’d still been covered in blood.

That was fine. She made them clean up anyway, though—her video wouldn’t look as great with blood in it. At least she didn’t have to hold the camera herself anymore—her viewers couldn’t see her beautiful face!

It had been more annoying than funny to have to fetch her camera from their body when they hit the ground. She’d had to edit the crack and other nasty sounds that their fall had caused out of the video, and it was quite a pain to do. She supposed she owed the cameraman for that one—she had said her magic would catch them. Though, she wasn’t sure why they believed her—she had illusionary magic, not anything physical that could have caught them.

Then again, maybe the debt had been paid for not killing them when they’d tried to make a sales pitch about her house. They hadn’t even made a helpful one, goodness. And the music had been so annoying.

Wait, she had killed them.

Oops.

Well, she guessed she still owed them. Maybe she could sign them an autograph or something. They’d be around for a while.

Maybe she should build the cameraman a house as well.

She wouldn’t worry about that now, though. She’d have time later. She was busy! Trying to be the best witch was hard, y’know.

To be honest, she still had to take them back to the Necromancer. Her house didn’t look very photo-worthy when they were dead in her front lawn.

[jaaankiey]

What do you like most in your writings about Pin and/or Leafy? Tropes, Settings, Cliches, Et Cet R Uh.

god therfe is too much for me to say (without sounding utterly garbage brainrot vomit on a tumblr post)

how do i evne start? also a mystery, anon. i might as well put this under some kind of cut

i think in some earlier ramblings, i might haaave touched upon smth like this on my own because god knows i have the Most Specific, Unknown Headcanons known to Humankind (tm).

ig what I liked abt both Leafy and Pin from the canon materials is that their actions had potential to be more gray on the morality compass? Thinking specifically abt Leafy trying to steal Dream Island (which, to my head, registers as "you know what? she can commit crimes"). Also when Pin apparently tries to murk Leafy that other time about it (which, to my very single organism brain, registers as "yknow what, she can also be capable of coldblooded murder").

also enemies to lovers moment. It's not my top tier favorite (I'm kind of soft and like friends to lovers) but it can hit so hard if written well!! i wish i may have included it a bit more, but i'm a little rusty on my BFDI lore (gotta make room for the EXPANSIVE warrior cats lore i contain) so i might have ended up... forgetting that part oops. i'm not too mad about it and i do my best to kind of recreate that friction when the plot calls for it. yes, girlies so deeply in love but they're kind of so stubborn in their ways that when they butt heads, it can be pretty intense.

other tropes? i'd say the way i write Pin is in the sameish vein as that yandere trope/cliche but it's not something I've type out loud. Personally, I think it's too strong of a word but she's somewhere in that... shakes hands at area, ya feel? Also, I kind of want to leave it up to whoever reads my leafpin stuff for interpretation. If anybody thinks she's unhinged enough to be dubbed a yandere, go for it (it tells me I'm writing her right). I still keep her canon traits but maybe dial them up to 12. She's a prideful, egotistical, power-hungry manic that really shouldn't be left in charge of anything and that's the way I like 'em.

Leafy is uh VERY experimental when I write her and I think that's the coolest part of my edition of her in writing. I'm very familiar with stuff like passive aggressiveness which is often meanness coated in sugar and it's the biggest thing I rlly like writing about her. It LOOKS like she cares but, unless ur Pin, she puts her own needs first. Her character in my writings is more about building up social trust to the point where others look at her and say "Oh! Leafy wouldn't EVER do that" when she very well can. It can allow her to do things that can be swept under the rug bc she would be the last suspect. Kinda a wild card and even though she's maybe not as physical as someone like Pin, she can still ruin someone just as easily.

Tbh, I haven't settled on settings, anon. Don't tell anyone 💀

I have more thoughts but like STARES AT THIS ANSWER. I did not mean to lITERALLY POST AN ESSAY SORRY ANON. the brainrot was too powerful.

[manonamora-if-reviews]

Dr Ludwig and the Devil by SV Linwood

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============= Synopsis

Join esteemed mad scientist Dr Ludwig as he faces the greatest challenge of his nefarious career: making a deal with the Devil and coming out on top. Research demonology! Read legal documents! Face off against the world’s least effective torch and pitchfork-wielding mob! All this and more!

============= Other Info

Dr Ludwig and the Devil is a Glulxe parser, submitted to the 2023 Edition of the IFComp.

Status: Completed Genre: Comedy

CW: /

============= Playthrough

Played: 8-Oct-2023 Playtime: around 45min (im slow) Rating: - [IFComp vote] Thoughts: But what if you tricked the devil?

============= Review

Dr Ludwig and the Devil is a small parser game, where Dr Ludwig recounts a time where he made a deal with the Devil, and find a way to keep his soul. The parser is fairly beginner friendly, including an external walkthrough and in-game hints. I used the walkthrough to solve some puzzles.

Spoilers ahead. It is recommended to play the game first. The review is based on my understanding/reading of the story.

If the blurb didn't catch your eye, the introduction inside the game surely should. Mixing Drs. Faust and Frankenstein lore with a good dash of humour, Dr Ludwig and the Devil is a delightful small parser cracking laughs left and right. From the witty dialogue, to the descriptions of rooms, reading through the pages of a book or failing to act accordingly, the game just wants to make you cackle*. It is here for a good and fun time! *also... why do you mean you can't do magic in France >.<

There's a lot to love about the game: the puzzles are reasonably simple, but you get plenty of help if needed (thank you for the hints!); the characters are all delightful in their own way, and have a whacky reason to be where they are; the overall shtick of the game is just fun to boot! It is entertaining and there is never a dull moment.

While I don't have much experience in what's to be expected or not in a parser in terms of puzzles, I found the whole mechanic with the devil pretty interesting (it was fun to order him around, hehehe). And if you mess up (which I did quite a bit), you don't get punished for it - you just get a witty response before you're sent on your way.

The characters are still the highlight of the game, from the mad scientist striving to attain godhood - oh but oops something keep going wrong and now I'm being chased out of my manor again - to the pitchfork mob acting like a HOA* with their contracts, every character in this game has a special flavour of wittiness and charm, with jokes to boot! Interacting with the NPCs, especially diving into plain regular conversations with them, adds a delightful layer to the game (they're just like us, normal peeps with normal problems**). *also... the head of the group is a illiterate legalese lover. xD **honestly, I might side with the pitchforks after talking with them...

Fun time!

[msommers]

i'd love to hear who of your OCs (or anyone's OCs!) u think elena would be cute with now that donny's fucked his chances LMFAO

thank you boo xoxox // alternate LI meme

first off, loving the savagery here. rip in pieces donny you were screwed from the start, and not in the fun & sexy way i’m sure you were hoping for. tragic

with my own ocs, zero time into thinking them ideas would be that elena would be sweet with jaime or lucinda. i actually Have had thoughts recently about elena/emma tho, don’t even remember why but they were up there in the brain and i think they’d be so cute. they both suffer from the weight of perceived expectations of others which they would recognize in each other and have the most insufferably soft thread of helping each other through that. i highkey think emma would gravitate towards elena based off her reputation alone because hearing about a sweet, divine gifted girl who has dedicated her time to helping and healing the folk in her city would bring out the biggest 👀👀 energy in little miss druid over here who has also been offering her abilities to help others for years. they’d bond over baking together and gushing over their favorite books 🥰

off the cuff interesting dynamic vibe checks (that don’t necessarily have to be romantic) for others’ ocs would be @cityandking‘s vesper (introvert demi recognizes introvert demi, both have big acts of service energy, cute height difference, a realist to elena’s blind optimism, elena would be fascinated to sit down with her and listen about some historical topic vesper’s into, and in thedas she’d be interested in the topics of power and politics from vesper’s unique standpoint as herald/inquisitor tbh) & @derelict-heirs‘s greyson (purely bc their height difference would be really funny and they’re both sweethearts and also they both have smiles made of pure sunshine you would melt in their combined warm presence thank u for coming to my ted talk). there are probably a lot more than could be suiting but brain machine broke, this doubles as a free call for cute dynamic chats if anyone has kids they’d think would get on with miss sunblessed over here

[marshmallowdarling]

Hi, I saw that you had open requests and I wanted to ask a Yan! Batfam HC:

How would a platonic Yandere! Batfam react to a foster sister who, well, doesn't grow very tall?

All the family memebers of the Batfam are, to least to say, giants. Even the shortes one is quite tall than the avarage height. (All of them, except the child version of Damian, are between 5'5 and 6'2 feet tall. )

But what would happen if his adopted little sister, who eats well, lives a healthy life, has no signs of illness and so on, becomes short in height? She is simply no taller than 5 feet and that's it. All of them grew up well! why you were the exception?

Would they worry that their little sister wouldn't grow up no matter how hard they tried, or would they be happy to have a "pocket edition" little sister?

Thank you so much for requesting Bub and I hope you like it!! I'm so sorry it took so long, I started writing this immediately but I felt like it was too short and I just said fuck it today and wanted to post no matter how short (thought I added a bit more) Also I turned this into GN reader because in the end there was only like two things indicating (Y/N)'s gender and I wanted to appeal to everyone, I'm so sorry if you strictly wanted female reader!! (tbh I wasn't reading it properly when I was editing this oop-)

And I hear what your saying!!! What an amazing idea to imagine,

~Mwah

I don’t want to keep the height strictly 5 foot just for the x reader element, I never want to force one body type into my writings (except for chubby) just because I want everyone to feel included and one body’s deformed shortness will be different to another. 

But yes!! 

I head canon that all the bat-boys have little snacks that they keep, some not as nutritional as others, but they all end up having more healthy snacks on them because of little ol’ you.

Sandwiches with whatever spread you like, more perishable sandwiches are only brought at short distances not missions (if so, they are bought fresh), cut up fruit, fruit snacks, the jelly beans you find at pharmacies with the red and white cross on the bag, bottles of water and little cartons of juice of whatever flavour you might prefer that day (trust me, Alfred always somehow knows what flavour you’re going to like that day). 

I feel like they would all worry about your short height to an extent, Bruce being the worry wart, constantly getting you checked out every two weeks, making sure you take vitamin gummies (because let’s face it, they’re better than pills and I will NOT take pills).

Second to ol’ Brucey is Jason, he died- and he probably freaks the FUCK out when you keep growing but you don’t show any signs of getting taller. At first, he keeps assuring himself that you’ll grow.

“They’re just a late bloomer”

“May- Maybe Their just short!” 

“Why arn’t they growin- Oh my god is (Y/N) dying?! I told that old man to kidnap them earlier!” 

Oh, Jason definitely watches you when you sleep (like the rest of them) and furrows his brows, trying to figure out an answer to why you’re so small.

The rest of them do have lingering thoughts but they can see Bruce dragging you to the doctors every other week and they make sure your on top of your meals and medicine so they don’t really outwardly do anything else. Tim definitely does poke at your height as a joke, but it does help his delusion of you needing him, like the rest of the fam. All of the boys definately try to 'secretly" show of their strength around you so you rely on them more, though you figured this out quickly and it's somewhat amusing to see them show off their muscles like a peacock.

If you do feel bad about how you look the rest of them will shoot Tim down immediately and praise you up and down. Some of the other more silent boys might do this in a more discreet way but rest be assured your getting the floor you walk on kissed. They might even let you have very light work outs! (Without any equipment) though it usually turns into you sitting on their backs to help them with their push ups or holding their feet so they can send you a compliment or tease as they come up from a sit up.

Foster! Reader is fed a lot- Full plates at every meal, breakfast, lunch and dinner is ate and there is a strict ‘NO SKIPPING’ policy. Even if it’s just a few bites, even just one, your ass better eat and after a fit from you because you watched your siblings skip their meals without any harassment or scolding, the rest of the family now has the same rule as you (much to Bruce’s chagrin after trying to make his kids have a normal eating schedule since forever.) 

Overall they would just be a bit more strict with eating rules and making sure you feel good in your body, but other than that mostly the same.

Aww your just a little thing, you wouldnt survive in the real world cub. Hu? What do you mean "the doctor says I'm healthy and fit?", you might be but your still oh so small and you need your family to protect you! Can't you see how weak you are compared to our big beefy bodies? You don't have to worry your cute little head about it though! Your boys will always be here to take care of you.

[svhnflwr]

%! free soul(s)

× lee donghyuck (haechan)

SYNOPSIS! two trouble making kids find thrill from their boring lives through stealing, some may say they were truly free souls, or maybe just one of them.

INCLUDES! fluff, angst, high school au, bad boy!haechan, rich boy!haechan but he hates it, gn!reader, i literally took "lost & found" episode from "a girl from nowhere" and ran with it

NOTES! everything presented is purely fictional and does not reflect on real life. i also do not condone the actions presented. this is like really bad too, i might rewrite it better (and longer + more detail) when im less busy if i feel like it too bc i havent writte in so long omg. NOT EDITED I GOT LAZY OOPS

WORD COUNT! 2.6k

“Yes, thank you so much for bringing Mr. Donghyuck in. We will be very honoured to have such an amazing student study at our school,” smiled the principal, eyes focused on the hefty stack of cash inside the silver suitcase placed on top of his desk.

“With this little gift, on behalf of my boss we trust our sir under your care,” Mr. Lee’s assistant gestured for a handshake at the principal.

Haechan’s eyes rolled at the fake kindness that dripped from the voices of the principal and his father’s assistant.

His eyes scanned the interior of the principal’s office, analyzing the vast amount of valuables that were simply placed out in the open. Particularly, a decorative coin with a pure gold rim and a large sparkly diamond in the center caught his eyes. The corner of his lips curved a little with determination as he fidgeted with a random coin in his pocket.

He eyed the adult pair beside him. The principal was too focused on the stupidly large amount of cash inside the silver suitcase that the assistant was presenting to him. He stalled for a moment to wait for the perfect timing.

The two men stood up from their chairs and proceeded to a firm handshake, insinuating that the business they discussed was over, Haechan too, then, stood up. He attempted to cover up any suspicious movements from his end with the motion of slinging his bag over his shoulder. He angled his body away from the two adults and angled the bag so it would be covered from the security camera’s range perfectly.

The switch was swift as both he and the assistant exited the office without being stopped. He took the coin out of his pocket and analyzed it closely once more. The diamond glittered majestically, reflecting light from all kinds of directions as the pure gold rim weighed down at the palm of his hands. His features remained neutral, unamused at how simple it was to steal it. He craved much more excitement.

“Everyone, I want to introduce you to our new student, Lee Donghyuck. Please introduce yourself.”

Haechan cringed at his given name.

“Hi.” He didn’t want to elaborate. An awkward aura filled the classroom for a few seconds before the teacher guided him to an empty seat at the back of the class.

The door was suddenly slung open the second he took a seat.

“Oh, you’re here. Class, we have a second new student. With a great first impression of being late.”

You entered the class with hands inside the pockets of your sweater, face neutral as if the fact that the teacher already semi-ridiculed you did not affect you in the slightest.

You stood in front of the class and took your hands out of your pockets for a bit and gave a monotonous introduction, not saying more than a simple greeting and your name. The teacher handed you a textbook and directed you to the seat beside Haechan.

The teacher continued the class by firstly handing out a pop quiz.

“You two are new but you were expected to have learned the same content at your previous schools,” she stated sternly, placing the papers in front of both of you.

When she walked away, you eyed her a few times before taking out a piece of paper from underneath your textbook that you just received. Haechan’s eyes wander over only to realize that the sheet of paper was the answer key to that precise quiz.

Haechan was slightly amused.

The door to the rooftop creaked at the rust from the hinges. He approached you, leaning over on the railing as he extended a sandwich over to you.

“Now did you buy that or did you steal it for me?” you inquired him without sparing a glance.

Haechan smiled.

“Take a guess. I’m sure you are smart enough to figure that out,” he replied, extending the sandwich once more. Your lips curved upwards at his reply, taking the item from his hands.

“So, why do you steal?” he asked you.

“I’m not obligated to answer that.”

“You aren’t.”

There was a short silence between the both of you, but it wasn’t awkward. In fact, the chilly wind that blew by wasn’t as cold as it was supposed to be. It turned out to be a little more comforting than you would’ve thought.

“Just ‘cause. It’s fun. Sometimes I’ll steal useful things like the quiz answers but I tend to turn to things people say are hard to steal.”

“Oh really? So you must be confident with your skills,” he challenged. He hadn’t even realized the slow and more genuine smile that was growing into his features. “You want to have a small competition? On who can steal the more valuable objects.”

You allowed his proposition to stall for a little while. You hummed sarcastically as if to create suspense, which Haechan most definitely noticed.

“Sure. I think it’s you who should prove yourself more.” You gestured towards the sandwich. “This isn’t exactly impressive.”

Both of your eyes burned with a flint of determination.

To say the least, Haechan was impressed. And vice versa for you.

The next few days were spent with the two of you stealing objects from left to right, the value of each only increasing exponentially. Both of you equally showed skillful sleight of hand tricks to sneak them right under the nose of your victims.

Each and every time it felt that Haechan was one-upping you. The objects he managed to take got bolder and bolder each time. From wallets to valuable tech items from other students and teachers to rare paintings in the art exhibition that was personally funded by the principal, Haechan always tried to find a way to surpass you. And each time, he did it with the widest smile on his face.

“Have you ever been caught?” you asked as you were wiping the board with him. You two stayed behind for clean-up duty. His hands stopped at the question.

“Nope, never have.”

“You are a liar.”

“And you are a thief?”

You two giggled at the obvious being stated.

“I’m fast at running. They may have seen me steal but never managed to catch me,” he said as he put away the last few things in the classroom.

Your eyebrows rose in question at his statement.

“HEY, STOP IT THERE YOU THIEVES!!”

The two of you pulled up your hoods tightly over your heads as you ran through the late-night streets. You could feel the blood pump through your ears, the adrenaline running fresh through your veins. You held the stolen can of cola you had on one hand and looked to your side and caught a glimpse of Haechan’s genuine smile as he looked back to see if they were still being chased. He almost looked like he was a shining star in the middle of the dark knight.

Turning sharply into a corner of an alleyway, you two barely managed to escape the angry storekeeper. The angry yells only got quieter and quieter and got farther and farther away from the direction they were hiding at.

The world paused for a moment as you two were catching your breaths. Your vision felt like it cleared for a second and your senses sharpened as well. You turned your head over and looked into Haechan’s eyes, feeling a fiery sensation inside your chest.

Haechan’s smile bloomed onto his features like a reflex and laughed at the situation you two were in. He took out the can of lemon soda from his pocket and cracked it open, only for the pressure accumulated in the can to explode all over him. His eyes looked for yours, almost like a lost puppy for a second, and later laughed at each other due to the nature of the situation.

You opened your can of cola, the same thing happened to you. A fit of laughter broke out once more. You two got into a squatting position, still messing around a little more and really enjoying the moment. Your mind could only be filled with the overflow of emotions you were going through at the moment.

It would be an understatement to say that Haechan was feeling precisely the same as you did. His pupils were dilated as he carefully looked at your smile beaming as well as the way the corner of your eyes crinkle at how much you are laughing and enjoying yourself. His heart was beating fast and at that point, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the amount of running or if it was because of something else.

You started to calm down and felt the surge of fatigue hit you. The blood that was rushing from end to end of your body was slowing down and you felt a little faint. Naturally, you leaned your head on Haechan’s shoulder, exhaling at the foreign yet comfortable relief.

It was a feeling that confused you.

“Let’s steal something even grander this time,” you popped your head on the table beside Haechan, your faces ending up only inches apart. It was a feeling that Haechan was starting to grow fonder of every counting day.

“Like what?” he asked. The grandest thing the two of you stole together in the past was the painting from the school back when you both first met. Anything greater than that would probably serve too much of a higher risk. The specifics had you thinking for a bit.

“Hmm, something that no one would even come up with.”

Haechan thought that that was still a very vague answer. Your face then suddenly lit up, as if you finally thought of the best idea you’ve ever had.

“What about the principal’s office?”

“I’ve already analyzed his office and other than extremely obvious valuables that would directly point arrows at us, there is nothing in his office,” Haechan replied. Part of his answer held truth but also partly held some doubt about such a bold idea. He wanted to be a little more careful now that he had something else to worry about when stealing.

You then smiled at his tone, taking it as a challenge.

“You may not know this, but you know the giant portrait of himself that is right behind his desk?” He nodded, recalling the memory of the daunting-looking portrait he saw on his first day.

“Well, behind that lies a safe. With lots of money,” you emphasized the “lots”.

Haechan never thought that a proposition from you could bore him. The idea of money never appealed to him since he didn’t need it. He stole things for the thrill of it.

“I know that face and no it’s not about the money, though it is a plus. It’s because it would be hard to steal it. You know I steal only because it’s fun. The harder it is to steal, the more amusing it is to do it. So we got a deal?”

Haechan couldn’t have agreed to anything more quickly.

“Alright, the principal just left the main building. You can enter his office. Don’t forget the blind spots of the camera as I mentioned,” you talked into his earpiece. You typed away onto your computer, breaching the firewall of the security system.

“I’m still mad you never told me that you could hack and breach firewalls,” Haechan talked back.

“A true magician never reveals its secrets.”

He couldn’t disagree with that so he just proceeded with the plan.

He carefully wiggled through the area of the office, referring back to the mental map he drew with the blind spots. Sliding the portrait, he immediately found the safe and got to work. He turned the dial slowly and listened carefully for the clicks of the lock.

Once he got it open, he found the stack of documents that were supposed to lead him to all the extra money that the principal kept for himself, which included large sums that were supposed to go to funding the school but instead were kept for alleged personal use.

“I got the documents!” he whispered-yelled, “is the coast still clear?”

No response.

“Hey, you there?!”

No response.

The door then opened with a bang and the lights flickered on. There stood the principal with guards which he assumed were the police behind him. There was only disappointment in the eyes of the principal, which was a look he was far too familiar with.

Another pair of guards come in through the door, with you passing through them.

“They have nothing to do with this! Th-”

“Oh, they have everything to do with this,” the principal interrupted. You took out two USB flashes and handed one to the principal and the other to the guard behind you.

“That’s all the evidence I collected,” you simply stated in the same monotonous tone Haechan first heard on your first day at the school. A sudden weight that was never there plummeted onto his chest and shoulders. For all the foreign new feelings he felt during his time with you, this was the first one he didn’t want to welcome in.

“Mr. Donghyuck, you will be severely punished for committing such a crime.”

Though that was the least of his concerns. He continued to eye you as his arms became restrained and were being escorted out. His eyes were burning fire at the betrayal but also were watering like dark clouds that were about to pour. He couldn’t definitely distinguish what he was feeling anymore.

But he knew that he would never what the heck it was.

“Mr. Lee Donghyuck, you have a visitor.”

Haechan regretted going out to see his mysterious visitor. You sat there similar to when you did in the past when you were face to face, with a smile that he once saw as something that he constantly sought. Now, he just wanted to rip it off your face.

“What brings you here,” he tried to keep a neutral tone, though holding so many strong emotions for the person sitting right in front of you proved quite difficult.

“I just thought you’d want to hear an explanation,” you simply said as you crossed your arms and got comfortable in your seat.

“Listen Donghyuck-”

“Haechan. You know more than anyone how much I hate my given name.”

“Hm right, as if that matters now. Anyways, Haechan, you probably want to know why right?”

He didn’t even try to fight it anymore. He simply nodded so you could stop blabbering endlessly.

“Well, I just thought it would be fun to, let’s say, try something new.”

That was his last straw.

In the end, everything for you was just something to be played with and once the fun aspect of it would run low, you’d just discard it. A true puppet master, the only one with free will, a free soul. Anger pumped through his blood, sense not processing through his brain as he launched forward towards you. The guards managed to somewhat hold him back and back into his detention cell.

The last image of you he saw was your wide smile that looked exactly the same as the one he saw at the alley back then after stealing a couple of sodas.

But this time, the smile was looking down at him and his now trapped soul that would never be free.

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I posted 55 times in 2022

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I tagged 50 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

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#(and i don't fully have the confidence in writing a trans character cause i'm afraid i'll write them in a way that might upset people.)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

help there’s too many crabs oh god.

i clicked for 1,000 crabs i. really should’ve have I cant even see what i’m typing.

the website cannot handle this many crabs.

3 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#4

A Peek:

This is Faith. The new muse i’ve been working on. Like I said, i’m still not done with her Backstory, so the only thing available on her page right now is a Summary, and a link to some Extra Details I included.

Honestly I am excited about putting so much effort into her. I feel really good about this.

3 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#3

“Ya know... I think I missed this look.”

(Commissioned from @noblevicartstudio08​ !)

3 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#2

Oh shit, I forgot to upload this. Oops. I uh, tried drawing Death in the style of Faith: The Unholy Trinity. Sorry if it doesn’t look that good.

Edit: Decided to do a bit of a touchup with the picture to make it look better! I admit the more I look at it the more I realize I did a good job.

5 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Continued from Here! @valorxdrive

She tenses up slightly as that golden color lights up the area around her, looking for the source of it as the beam of light suddenly appears in front of her, the grip she had on her Keyblade tightening as she quickly pockets the small device she was holding. The aura was comforting, strengthening even, but she still felt slightly on edge. An old instinct, to be cautious of the Light.

And then she hears his voice, seeing the vague form of a person begin to show through the light as it diminished around him. Complimenting her for how well she fought. She watches as the light evaporates and he fully forms, first taking notice of his friendly demeanor, which manages to put her at ease, letting her Keyblade dissipate from her hand for now. He had certainly gotten across that he was different as well, in his own way. Though she couldn’t help but feel a bit surprised that he didn’t seem to react to the fact that she and the Heartless she fought looked similar to eachother.

“I uh, just happened to be in the neighborhood.” She replies, a hint of nervousness in her voice as she rests her hands in the pockets of her cloak. Truth was that it wasn’t just coincidence that she happened to be here to fight off Heartless. It might be easy for Sora to pick up on the fact she wasn’t telling him the truth, as she didn’t have a lot of experience with lying.

She can’t help but look around once more, making sure there weren’t any other Heartless in the vicinity. “...Your Heart’s like a lighthouse with how much Light is in it, by the way. I can sense it just by standing in front of you.” She admits, before turning to face him once more. “I’m Faith. Who are you?” She asks, offering a hand for him to shake.

6 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

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Sparkle

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle)

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: It’s so fluffy!

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: thank you @rmtndew​ for the edit of Sy in glasses :D More Sy and Wispy? Why yes! 

Henry Cavill Master List

“Uncle Sy,” Annie giggled at her uncle, as he pulled a face. “Sit still.” Her voice going firmer.

Beside her, Willow had her hand on her hips shaking her head at their uncle. “Uncle Sy, we need you to stay very still.”

“Fine, fine.” He gave in sitting statue straight, still as could be.

“Close your eyes, please.” Annie instructed.

Doing as he was asked, Sy closed his eyes and leaning against the couch to support his back. Cross legged on the floor, a mound of pillows under him, he fought the smirk that kept threatening to creep onto his face. The two little girls painting the floral scented mud, clay, paint? Whatever the cool, thick stuff was onto his face. Around his beard, across his cheeks and forehead. Sy felt the soft brush that Aimee had handed them against his skin.

“You know Sy,” Aimee's voice greeted him, yet his eyes remained closed, “this stuff is actually pretty good. It might even help brighten that complexion of yours. Tired and sunburned was so last year.”

Snorting, Sy shook his head, both nieces scolding him for moving while they tried to apply the mask. Directing him to pucker his lips, Willow stood in front of him, a glob of lip moisturizer on her brush, she slapped it on spreading it thickly against his red chapped lips. The girls were taking good care of their Uncle Sy.

At least they wanted to do it at home this time. Sy was unsure of the product quality, but the service was far better and cheaper than when he'd taken them to an actual spa. Now that had been a sight, the look on the woman's face when the giant, bearded man in boots strode into the salon with the two little girls in tow. Despite the initial shock, Sy had to hand it to them, those ladies were magical.

He'd left feeling like his hands, feet, and face had been kissed by angels and butterflies. Hell, he'd even let Willow and Annie pick out a polish for his toes. Sitting in the chair chatting with the woman painting his toes, while his nieces had watched from their own pedicure chairs, Sy learned that men coming in to dote on their daughters and nieces wasn't really all that uncommon. He, however, was one of the first to ask for Pompeii Purple toes. The shade had really brought out his eyes.

In his sister's living room, Sy chuckled when Willow announced that he absolutely needed to trim that scraggly beard of his. In their life time, neither of his nieces had ever bore witness to their uncle without his beard. He liked it too much to part with it. Besides, the women loved it. Clearing his throat, Sy opened his eyes, a mocking frown on his face.

“Don't you dare touch my beard, understood bub?” He smirked. Willow nodded and Annie, standing just out of sight giggled. “There will be no cutting of my beard, until I say so.”

“Oh come on, Sy.” Aimee teased from the kitchen. “You could use a trim,” she winked at Annie.

“I would prefer to do it myself, thank you sister dearest.” He winked at Willow, a near impossible task with the clay beginning to set on his face.

“What if we just make it pretty?” Annie piped up, shuffling into the room with a hairbrush and bows in her hands. “Can we?”

“Please, Uncle Sy.” Willow pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Playfully grumbling, Sy waited a minute or two. Letting the little girls get antsy before agreeing. Under some conditions. Nothing but a comb and some pink sparkly bows went into his beard. If they so much as tugged the wrong way, Sy was combing it himself. His beard was his pride and joy, right after his Wispy. He'd worked hard over the years to grow this bad boy.

“Gently,” He reminded them, lifting his chin for Willow to gingerly take the comb through his thick beard.

Climbing onto the couch behind him, Annie sat with her legs crossed gently rubbing a hair brush through his growing curls. A full out pamper day wasn't entirely bad. Enjoying his “spa treatment”, Sy winced when he heard Aimee giggling like a child on too much sugar. He knew his sister well enough to know that this was not going to be good.

“Aim, what in the hel-ck are you doing?” Sy asked glancing at his sister. Her phone poised as she giggled and shrugged.

“I thought ma might like to see. Maybe fire one off to the boys. You still in touch with the Major? Show him what retirement does for ya?”

“You wouldn't dare,”

“Send one to the Major? No. But I would send it to ma and everyone else we know. Come on Sy, you're adorable. You should let me share this on that mommy blog, it would be a hit.” She laughed. “Former Army Captain attacked by Girl Scouts.”

Sy replied with a grunt. More than one single mother, and a few not so single, on that damn blog Aimee was part of had themselves hot and bothered for the youngest Syverson. Every time Aimee mentioned her brother, at least one woman would ask if he was seeing somebody or how he liked children, who weren't his. Sy liked children fine, but he had no interest in taking on any to parent.

“Leave Uncle Sy alone,” Willow pouted, as she put the last bow into his beard. “Don't be mean, mommy.”

“I wasn't being mean, baby girl. Uncle Sy and I were teasing. Now, why don't you finish up those bows and help him wash his face. You can't leave the mask on too long, remember.”

“Oops,”

“It's okay bub,” Sy pulled away from the hair styling by Annie. “You ladies clean up a bit out here and I will go clean my face off.”

Striding down the hall, Sy could feel the clay on his face hardening and drying. If nothing else his pores would be flawless for a few days. Chuckling as he went, he could hear Annie and Willow in the living room. No doubt discussing their next plan for their uncle's beauty treatment. If he had to, there was a lovely yellow nail polish that he'd been eyeing in the box of tricks. It may not be the right season for yellow, but it would surely make the hair on his big toes really pop.

In the bathroom, he grabbed a wash cloth and turned the taps. Allowing the water to reach a nice, warm temperature he began scrubbing the dried clay away from his face. The bows in his hair and beard were a sight to behold. Admiring the handy work, Sy stood for a few seconds looking at the man in the mirror. The one grizzled, gruff, hard as nails and fearless Captain was reduced to a soft and gentle giant.

He loved spending the time with the kids, allowing them to have their fun, before Uncle Sy packed up and drove back across town. It was no wonder people were forever asking him when he'd have his own. Ah well, it was better this way. Sy enjoyed the company of the kids, but all the time and he would be even more grizzled and cranky than he was when he was stationed over in the desert.

Being home had it's perks, like getting to be with his family whenever he wanted. Having sleepovers with the kids, whenever Willow decided that he was lonely in his house. Or how she was forever trying to set him up with any woman they came across, while he had her out. That one was less and less cute, especially as she had somehow been targeting only married women lately.

The last thing Sy wanted was to get his ass kicked by some woman's husband or wife, for hitting on their wife because some kid said she was pretty. Shaking his head, he finished checking himself in the mirror to make sure he had all of the clay off.

Cleaned up and refreshed Sy joined the girls in the living room.

“Ladies, what's next?”

“Lunch!” “Make up!”

Laughing at their very different ideas, he nodded to Annie. “I agree lunch is the much better idea, make up can be after.”

“But mommy said we could go out for lunch. You can't go out unless you have a proper face on.” Willow pouted. Annie sighed. Her cousin had a point.

“Girls,” Aimee spoke, she was about to do everything in her mom power, to get Sy out of this one. As amused as it would be, seeing her brother go to lunch in a full face of make up.

“No, no she's right.” Sy nodded in agreement. “Aim, why not let Annie do your make up and Wispy can do mine. Then we'll all be ready for lunch, hel-ck, I'll even pay. Treat all of my girls.”

“Yeah!” The cheers went up from the girls.

Aimee, rolling her eyes and making a mental note to kill her brother later on. She would never forgive him, nor forget. Some day, she would get him back.  This is when she should suggest wearing their best dresses – Sy included. Instead, she'd pay him back when he least expected. Maybe the next time, she'd insist they go for lunch wearing some over the top princess costumes.

Sy chuckled, what did they have to lose? At 11 years old, Annie was more than capable at putting together some make up. Willow was eccentric with her colour palate, but Sy wasn't worried much about that.

“Mommy, please. Please, we can all do our make up and go for lunch.”

“I hate you,” Aimee whispered passing her laughing brother, sitting down on the floor. “Okay, girls, let's get to it. Then we can make Uncle Sy take us for the best lunch, we've ever had.”

“Drive thru at Burger King isn't that fancy,” laughing, Sy nudged his sister with his elbow.

“Oh, but Sy if we have our best faces on, we need something better than cheap burgers in a bag. I was hoping maybe we could go to Janet's.”

It was Sy's turn to roll his eyes and stifle a groan. Of course Aimee would insist they go inside to eat. Saturday was the busiest day of the week for the small diner. Whatever, Sy was man enough to take it. With more confidence than anyone had ever seen, he would walk into that diner, head high, and his beard bows sparkling. The things he did to keep these children happy.

If it meant buying a hundred ponies, wearing full make up, and walking across a floor of legos – Sy would do it all to see these kids smile.

“I love Janet's!” Willow squealed dancing on her tiptoes, nearly poking her uncle in the eye with the eye shadow brush she was using. The hot pink creme shadow she had chosen for him was really going to pop with his dark beard. “Uncle Sy, please. Please can we go? You said that you would take me there the next time we went for lunch, you said that I could have a big sundae and...”

“Sy?” A sideways glance at her baby brother, Aimee puckered her lips for Annie to apply some lipstick. Offering the kids ice cream as a meal wasn't a crime, but it would explain why they sometimes came home bouncing around like mad hornets in an old coke can.

“Wispy, you're not supposed to tell your ma that I let you at ice cream as a meal.”

“Sorry, but can I?”

“Maybe for dessert, you can Annie can shade a giant sundae.” Aimee reasoned.

“Fine, but the next time we go....” Staring at her uncle, Willow pouted.

“Whatever you want, bubs.” Smirking at his sister, Sy conveniently pointed to the blush in the bag, asking Willow if she thought the orangeish colour would work for him.  “Whatever you want.”

[kaitwrites]

Part 23: Explanations

Hello bbys! I very much forgot about posting this yesterday oops (It was Christmas I have an excuse lol) but anyway here it is! Once again a very big thank you to @garbagepale-kid for being the best and helping me edit and proof read and everything. I hope everyone is having a good holiday season!!

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,742

Warnings: Uh... none really. It did low key make me sad tho so I mean 

You slowly made your way up to Sero’s room in a daze. Your fingers occasionally danced over your lips that were still tingling from your kiss with Katsuki, and your face was hot and red from what felt like a permanent blush. You had promised to meet him back in his room within thirty minutes before he came busting down Sero’s door to come and look for you, and you were pushing it with your slow pace. 

After what seemed like an eternity, you stopped in front of Sero’s room. You heard soft music playing and hoped that his neighbors were either heavy sleepers or nonexistent. You brought your hand up and knocked three times. After a few minutes you turned on your heel, ready to head to Bakugo’s room when he didn’t answer, but just as you had begun to retreat his door creaked open. 

His eyes were red and the smell of weed invaded your nostrils as smoke drifted from the room, he had a lazy smile plastered on his face once he realized who had been knocking. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you. How was your talk with Bakugo?” He leaned against his doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest. 

You shifted anxiously as your gaze fell to the floor, “can I come in?”

 His smile dissipated and he made room in the doorway, shutting the door behind you as you made your way into the room, sitting on his bed. Though the two of you had been sharing the room, there was no sign of this, save for the pajamas that were still piled on the floor from the night before. You had been keeping most of your things in your suitcase, and for the most part he had done the same, but in his assumption that you weren’t coming back he hadn’t bothered to pick up after himself. 

Sero turned the music down and tried to kick some clothes out of the way before he picked up a sweatshirt from the ground, pulling it over his head before taking a seat on the floor in front of you and crossing his legs. 

“Everything okay? How did it go?” He placed a hand on your knee and looked up to you. 

You smiled and looked down at him, placing one of your hands on top of his. “It went well.” You watched as his smile came back to his face, though this time there was something different about it. “It went… really well.” 

“Well that’s good, right? You’re happy?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. 

Sero leaned back, taking in your expression. You had a smile on your lips that he hadn’t seen in a while, a sparkle in your eye that hadn’t been there since Bakugo had kicked you out of his room. Though you had only said a few words since he had opened his door for you, he could hear something different in your voice. He knew this was coming, he had just hoped for a little more time. 

“Yeah,” your free hand made its way up to your lips and you felt the blush come back to your face once more. Your attention turned to his face and you saw nothing but sadness come over his features. Your smile fell and you sighed, not sure if you were ready for this conversation. “I wanted to come and talk to you, though, about what happened earlier.” 

“Right.” He sat up straight, rolling his shoulders. “I’m sorry, I just… I really have no explanation for that.” You could tell he was trying to find the right words to say, he had always been a pretty easy person to read. He bit his lower lip and took a deep breath, looking to where your hands were connected, then back up to your eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Han.” You reassured him. He was nervous, it was written all over his face. His sad eyes betrayed his bright smile. 

“No, like… I love you.” He watched you cautiously, waiting for the realization to come over your face. Once he saw the spark of recognition he continued before you could get a word in. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I just never knew how to tell you, it never seemed like the right time.” He swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. “First there was Monoma, and I knew you were very hesitant to give any affection to anyone after him… But then Bakugo came along. I hadn’t seen your face light up like that since Monoma.” 

“Han…” It was the only thing you were able to get out. You had had your suspicions that he harbored those kinds of feelings for you, but you'd buried them deep down. It wasn’t that you ignored them, it was more so that you just thought he was just being the same old Sero, one of your best friends, because he never acted on them. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but into your eyes. “You had never looked at me like that, and that’s when I knew that there was never a chance for me. Not in this lifetime at least.” . 

You sat there, dumbfounded. Memories from high school sprang to the front of your mind, the pining for the sweet, black haired, toothy-grinned boy came back. You had savored every smile in your direction, every slight brush of your hands, each second of eye contact you had shared. You’d admired him, stealing glances and falling more and more in love with his smile every day, but he had been in a relationship. Then Monoma came along and sucked you dry, made you feel worthless, and by the time that disaster was over you were too scared to let yourself feel that vulnerable to anyone else, Sero included.  

“If you felt that way for so long, why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice was strained. “Sure, I wasn’t ready for a relationship after Neito, but maybe if you’d told me I wouldn’t have pushed my feelings for you so far down that they disappeared.”  

His eyes shot to your face, An intense feeling of self-loathing washing over him at the words coming out of your mouth. You actually had feelings for him? There was a point in time where there was mutual pining? He’d noticed some lingering glances after he’d ended things with a girlfriend in high school, and the ways you always found a way to spend extra time with him,but in his mind that was just because you were worried about him. That relationship hadn’t ended the best, and he thought you were trying to be a good friend to him. Boy was he kicking himself in the ass for never acting on those bubbling feelings way back when. 

“I feel like an idiot.” He admitted, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. “You’re telling me there was a time where I could have swept you off your feet...” he trailed off, then let out a remorseful chuckle. “To think, if I had acted on that before Monoma came into the picture… you wouldn’t have been put through all of that pain.” He looked up to your glossy eyes. 

Bringing back the things Monoma had said and done to you were still a very rough subject for you. Even after all of this time, even after finding solace in Katsuki, it was just irreparable damage. He moved himself from the floor to sit beside you, pulling your head onto his shoulder, rubbing your shoulder. “But now you have Bakugo, and I wouldn’t have done all of this for you if I hadn’t known he was a good guy, he just needed a little push in the right direction.”

“Han, why would you agree to do this if you felt so strongly about me?” You whispered, wiping at the tear that had escaped your eye. “If I had known I wouldn’t have agreed to this, to lead you on like this.” 

“There was never a moment throughout all of this that I thought you were leading me on. Y/N I chose to do this. I did it for you. Seeing your beautiful smile and knowing that you’re happy is worth more to me than any reciprocated feelings. I went into this knowing that the end game was always going to be Bakugo, and if that’s what makes you happy then that’s what makes me happy.” 

More tears trailed down your face as he spoke. Never had there been anyone in your life to put your feelings before their own. Never had there been anyone to risk their happiness for the sake of you. There was a part of you that still loved Hanta, and you thought that there might always be because though feelings were never reciprocated at the time, he was your first love. “Thank you, Hanta.” You sniffled and pulled his face to your level, giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

You didn’t miss the faint blush that adorned his cheeks, or the sad smile plastered on his face. He squeezed your shoulder and stood up, pulling you with him. “Dance with me, one last time.” He turned the volume up on the Bluetooth speaker in the room and held his arms out to you. You smiled as you remembered all the times he had done this, it never failed to cheer you up. 

He took your hand and pulled you close, holding you tightly to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head and the music played softly throughout the room. He wanted to cherish every last moment of this, because who knew when the next time he’d ever be able to hold you this close, if there would ever even be a next time. The two of you swayed together in the small space that the room allowed, and much to Seros dismay, the song ended all too soon. You pulled back and let him wipe at the tears that had fallen down your face once more. 

“Just remember, I’m always here if you ever need me.” He pulled you closer one last time, placing a kiss on your forehead and holding back the tears that threatened to fall before watching you walk out of his room to go back to Bakugo. 

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It’s Toy Time Tuesday! (Sort of) With...Windstone Editions Sitting Unicorn! To prevent ‘oops all Breyers’, here’s a not-a-toy but it is a fantasy item for a Tuesday so we’ll have a look anyway. This is actually a statue or a sculpture. It is made by Windstone Editions, a company that casts things in a really heavy hard material. This probably weighs 6+ pounds despite being smaller than a Breyer horse. This is their “Sitting Up” unicorn, who is a part of a set of variously sized and posed unicorns. The set includes baby unicorn laying down, mother unicorn laying down, dog-sitting pose, this one, and rearing up horse pose. They were all sculpted by the same person so they all have the same style. These are based on the ‘medieval tapestry’ type of unicorn, so you can see the cloven hooves, lion-type tail and goat beard going on, plus it has to be white and have some kind of a necklace. This does check off the medieval boxes, but also keeps it enough ‘horse’ to be pretty. The necklace has real zirconia in it and the horn is real metal! Use the Tumblr zoom to inspect the texture going on all over, all of the hairs are textured in. They’ve even got the whorls at the top/backs of the thighs that you will find on a horse.  The pose is a little odd though? It seems like a bit of a doggy pose? Can horses even do this pose at all? (They CAN sit down although they rarely do/maybe it hurts their bum I don’t know) He’s a cheerful looking lad, but I don’t know the reason for sitting like this. The expression is pleasant, and the eyes are actual inset glass bead things, so he is lively looking. The issue with these is that they are rather expensive. Produced at some point near the 80s, they’re older now as well. I wouldn’t have this at all, but was amazingly able to thrift it up for 40 dollars much to a big surprise. This makes 2 from the set. I would own them all, but you can tell the giant rearing one is going to be a doozy to get a hold of.  I would certainly recommend it for the unicorn collector because of the detail, style, and quality. If you can get a hold of it at a reasonable rate, go for it. 

[aprxl-showers]

For the unwritten Klance aus: how about 8? :3

and @bisociallyawkwardandstressed​  also said ‘mmmmm 8?? :o’ so let’s do it :)

MOVIE CLUB ahhhhhh - this one’s a bit more jumbled so i hope u like :)

the voltron bunch have a movie club at college which was VERY busy during freshers week and a while after but it quickly filtered down.

it’s a weird mix: pidge, hunk and lance - all first years, shiro - he’s on the grad programme, allura and romelle (gfs) - second years and coran is the professor who runs it. he’s a film professor.

they have the club in a room in the creatives department. it has a nice leather couch (a bit battered, but lovely) and cushions all over

they’ve got a good vibe going, they all know each other pretty well and the dynamic is settled

UNTIL

shiro brings along keith to one meeting and BAM. shenanigans abound. dynamics up in the air.

keith is uncultured af and only chooses weird conspiracy shit when it’s his turn. lance is absolutely shocked and offended.  

everyone criticises each other’s movie taste. it’s wonderful. friendship at it’s finest.

i promise they do analyse films occasionally but it’s more about the bonding than actual movie content

add some disney (and keith being enamoured by lance’s voice) in there somewhere. 

at one point they try and make their own movie. pidge films it and they all contribute to the editing process. lance convinces shiro to be the stereotypical movie hunk and keith lies on the ground laughing for seven straight minutes when he comes out of the ‘dressing room’ (allura’s bathroom) wearing a too tight tank top on.

that is when lance realises he really likes keith and for the entirety of the filming process he keeps zoning out because HOW COULD HE LET THIS HAPPEN?? HE HAS BAD TASTE IN MOVIES! WHY WHY WHY?

he accepts it quickly though. keith in a ponytail cracks through his facade.

meanwhile, keith has been into lance ever since he sang ‘part of you world’ flawlessly during one of their disney days (this has nothing to do with the fact there’s a very much incomplete little mermaid au in my wips lol)

anyway,, they get together through a fun series of events which may or may not include falling asleep on the couch. on each other.

on their first date they go and see a movie but ditch it halfway through because they’d rather make out outside the cinema and watch the stars

everyone’s happy and some are in love and they’re all friends it’s fabulous

not me projecting my hopes for university onto these guys oops...

if i ever write this, i’ll call the chapters: play, scene selection, bonus features, sneak peeks, set up, credits (and use pause, fast forward etc if i somehow write loads) bc it feels clever

[leofiat-bunny]

DSN Ep 8 Liveblog

PART 1

Oops... you must have messed up the editing on the previous ep since you cut out a line so important you included it on "previously on" 🤦‍♀️ [Edit: My bad, that was there. I forgot it. 😳]

Guessing trauma was involved there... the theory I put on discord is looking increasingly probable (copied below for people who haven't joined)

[Pretty sure the mental illness theory is right. I hope I'm wrong, but my first guess is that she tried to kill Fiat during a bad spell.

So Mait sent her away and decided clean break would be best for Fiat.

Fiat was either too young to realise what was happening or too traumatised to remember.

Part of the "clean break" could be a lack of photos?

Then I'd guess Leo knows part - maybe all - of it and isn't telling Fiat "for his own good", and because Mait told him not to and he's a coward.

Then Fiat finds out and they truly fight. This would explain why they get big crying scenes.]

"Broken memories" Not even the title is joking this ep 😥

Well people... I don't think homophobia is going to be the issue. Silver linings 🤷‍♀️

Although... huh. That would actually explain why Fiat was so certain that Leo's response to him dating someone else would be to stop him. Being possessive even to the point of not caring about the other person's feelings is natural (nurtural?) to him. I... was not expecting that to ever have an actual reason.

You see, this is what happens when you don't cuddle. 😉

Since he was 4... okay Leo probably only knows what Fiat was able to tell him then. Even if they knew each other back then, he wouldn't have been old enough to understand anything the adults may have been saying around him.

Who has bigger eyes: Fay or Natsu? They're very pretty, dgmw, but they're also quite startling.

"Thank you". Good boy. He IS growing. (I agree the timing of him SAYING he wanted to grow was BAD but I do think the idea had been gaining momentum for a while)

PART 2

I ship them. Bouncy, bouncy, happy, smily meets calm and besotted is 👩‍🍳😘

It's strange. Pob is almost tsun but... he pulls back half way. Like he's too nice to be properly tsundere? The phrase "Just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" springs to mind 🤔 (as in, Pob is failing to be. Kit - now he qualifies.)

PART 3

🤦‍♀️ Mait. You're an idiot. And not the fun type.

That was a better explanation than I expected but it does leave me confused regarding ages.

The in-scene pacing has slowed down as episodes have gone on. It's a shame.

I don't think this is quite the occassion for an EAT ME top 😅

PART 4

Hm.

It does leave me wondering how Leo and Fiat came to be friends. Possibly Mait knew Korn and Nadia previously. Korn suggested that he had 2 sons about the same age and they could become friends?

A lonely Fiat first tried to push Leo and Leon away as he always did, but glomped on Leo when it didn't work on him as rapidly as it would with most kids

(probably a mix of Leo having practice with patience with Leon and his parents warning him that Fiat might be a bit difficult to start with, so please be kind)

(they may even have mentioned he recently lost him mum, maximising Leo's potential for patience and understanding)