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awkwardgamergirl · 10 months ago

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Best games for mental health&relax?

As someone who deals with anxiety and depression when I want to relax or am just feeling low and drained I’ll usually choose what others would consider “cozy games” because I don’t want any stress from shooters, strategy games, or anything that has a lot of stakes. I’ll do switch games for now since it’s my main console but I do have a 3ds, psvita, and my computer so I’ll make a list of those games later 💕

So my favorite games to relax to are:

~ stardew valley~ (you already knew this was coming) it’s just a really cute game with lots of options on how you can spend your time. You can farm, fish, forage, travel the mines, talk to the towns people, interact with love interests. There is just a lot to do in it and it has a really cozy small town cottagecore vibe that a lot of people find relaxing. Amazing replay value. I have like four different lives just so I can choose different farms, partners, things like that.

~ animal crossing~ (second most obvious answer) we all know animal crossing is a chill low stakes game that has a lot of similar elements I listed for stardew valley. You get to interact with cute little animals, decorate your house and character, forage, fish, find fossils, shop. It’s just a relaxing and positive game and is very popular for a reason. Idk about replay value because I really couldn’t imagine deleting my island tbh.

~ fashion dreamer~ if you like cute dress up type games this one is a decent lil game. It’s got lots of different styles for whatever your lil fashion heart desires and you basically walk around dressing up characters and they rate your outfits. It’s from the creators of style savvy and while it’s super cute I would wait for it to go on sale because it’s a bit overpriced imo. Style savvy is definitely the way to go if you have a ds/3ds. Still cute though. Don’t know about replay value because I’m fairly new to the game and haven’t come close to finishing or restarting anything.

~ unpacking~ this one is pretty cute and definitely a game that helps with anxiety. It’s a relaxed little puzzle game that unlocks parts of the story as you go along organizing each room to your home. You can try to solve the puzzles or you can just organize the furniture to your liking. Either way you want to play it’s super cute and relaxing and has some decent replay value after you complete it.

~calico~ super cute game where you run a cat cafe in a magical town with unique characters, little missions, and lots of cats you can pet and play with. There is magic, desserts, and you can ride giant cats like horses. Super soothing game. Character customization and decorating your cafe. The only drawback is it can get a bit glitchy but for the cuteness and the price I have no complaints. The music is really cute too. Not sure about replay value because my cafe is so cute I wouldn’t want to start over.

~coffee talk~ you run a coffee shop in the future and talk to all the incoming guests and learn their stories as you give them their coffee. This one is super relaxing and how I like to spend my evenings before bed if I want that extra cozy time to destress and relax. Cute art as well with different species and how they interact. I haven’t restarted yet but I’m sure there will be replay value with just how cozy and in depth the story is.

~rune factory 4 remastered~ this was originally a 3ds game they remastered for the switch and it’s so amazing that they did. One of my favorite 3ds games that is an offshoot of the harvest moon series with very pretty art, farming, cooking and crafting, romance, monster fighting, and just really fantastic story telling. Very cozy and hard not to get sucked into. Such a gorgeous game imo. Fantastic replay value.

~good pizza, great pizza~ you run a lil pizza shop and upgrade it to get better ingredients and equipment. Super cute chill game to pass the time and hard not to spend hours mindlessly making pizzas. Haven’t replayed it because I haven’t completed it but I imaging replaying it would be fun because you’re just making pizza and unlocking different ingredients. Relaxing game with cute art.

~monster prom~ cute game where you have to convince one of the monsters to go to prom with you. Funny writing, pretty art, and the ability to romance any gender while choosing your pronouns. It’s funny, the game play is question based, and it’s like little rounds of 15 mins and either you get them to go to prom or you get rejected. Then you get to try again. Replay value is obviously strong because I keep playing it no matter how often I’m rejected 🥲 being real though this game is funny, unique, and worth the price. I just have to beat the first one so I can try the second.

~what comes after~ you play as a character on a train of ghosts and you process the grief of passing to the afterlife and try to learn and console the other ghosts on the train who are passing. Pretty game that is mostly story based and worth a try. I haven’t finished this game so I’m not to sure on the replay value.

~little mouse’s encyclopedia~ a cute little game where you play as a little mouse exploring the outside and the dirt and you spend your time finding other little animals and bugs and plants and you read about them and what they are. Cute little educational game I purchased because I loved the art that ended up being super cute in the long run.

Honorable mentions:

- speed dating for ghosts (cute funny little game where you go on dates with ghosts. Short, sweet, and to the point. Decently priced for how quick you get through the game)

- cattails (you play as a cat that travels through its little territory you that you share with your other cat group. You gather little things, complete missions, scrap with rival cat gangs, and just walk around as a cat. Cute but a bit slow for my tastes.)

-rune factory 5 (don’t get me wrong, I love the fourth one and I’m sure the more I play this one I’ll learn to love it to. The gameplay is just set up a bit different and is a bit more similar to the harvest moon style than the fourth rune factory. The art is gorgeous though I was just hoping for more rune factory and less harvest moon when it came to the actual playing)

Games I’ve wanted and heard amazing things about:

The only reason I haven’t purchased and played these games yet is because games aren’t cheap and I need to finish the ones I’ve already purchased. That being said I’ve been looking at a lot of these for a long time and they are definitely going to make this list. I’m sure some of them would be ranked very high in the favorite games category as soon as I actually start playing them. Here’s the list:

* Spiritfairer

*Bear and breakfast

*Creepy tale

*Cozy grove

*Witchy life story

*Potion permit

*Hoa

*Littlewood

*Potion craft

*Gris

*When the past was around

*strange horticulture

*Lemon cake

*Wytchwood

*How to say goodbye

*Dreamlight valley

*Storyteller

*Cult of the lamb

*Little misfortune

*Night in the woods

* Sally face

And that’s it 🎉 sorry for such a long list but I wanted to include a bit of everything so you had lots to choose from. These are the games I play when I need a comfy happy place to go when life gets to be a bit too much to handle. I enjoyed making this list to be honest so there will most likely be more lists in the future. Maybe I’ll make a list of favorite otome games, anime/manga, kpop groups. Things like that. Anyway, hope you enjoy reading the list as I enjoyed making it 💖

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valkyrieromanoff · 11 months ago

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Only one bed: Aotc Anakin x reader

words: 2.6k

synopsis: you and Anakin have to share a room with only one bed.

warning: 18+, insecure Anakin at the beginning, sexual content, use of pet name (stardust), tons of forehead kisses

a/n: honestly, I never know what I'm writing until I get to the end. Anyway, I hope you like it ;)

Anakin pushes the hotel room door open, giving you space to enter. You observe the small room, a single bed in the middle, Anakin sighs standing next to you.

"Trust Obi Wan to reserve a room" He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Well, it's better than sleeping outside in the rain." You shrugged, looking around the small room. "Wonder how master Kenobi and master Plo are organizing themselves in their rooms. Probably is better than ours"

"Ugh, I'm going to kill Obi Wan when we get there. It was definitely his idea." Anakin said, scratching his neck thinking about the awkward situation. "Well stardust, I'll take the floor, you can use the bed."

"Don't be ridiculous, Anakin. This bed has space for both of us." You stated gently. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll put on my pajamas" You said, going to the bathroom.

"Alright if you're sure," Anakin replied, trying to hide how nervous the situation actually made him. "Take your time," he called after you.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, second guessing Obi Wan's intentions with this room mix up. When you emerged from the bathroom he did his best to act casual, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Cozy little room Kenobi found for us," he said with a slight smirk, trying to lighten the mood. But inside his heart was racing at the thought of sharing the bed with you for the night, even if it was purely innocent. This mission was about to get a lot more complicated.

"It's cold here, although not as cold as Hoth" You commented, walking to the bed, wearing a red nightgown.

You were both Jedi padawans though, this was an undercover mission. Still, it made things... confusing.

"Yup, definitely not as cold as Pantora either." He replied with a small smile. "Look, uh, I can take the floor. You take the bed, you need your rest for tomorrow."

He set his bag down and began rifling through it, hoping to find an extra blanket or something he could use to make a makeshift pillow. This was far from ideal sleeping arrangements, but he'd endured worse. At least the mission came first.

"Think you'll be able to sleep alright? I know sharing a bed with me has to be weird."

Anakin glanced back at you with an easy grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's just weird if you keep repeating that, Anakin." You replied softly, adjusting yourself on the bed.

"Sorry stardust, force of habit." Anakin replied, closing his bag empty handed. No extra blankets to be found.

He turned back to you, leaning against the small desk. "You sure you're okay with me up here? I know my company isn't always the most comfortable."

There was still a bit of uncertainty in his tone. Even if it was just an undercover mission, the last thing he wanted was for you to feel uneasy sharing space with him. Old ghosts tended to linger, for both of you.

"We can maybe put some pillows down the middle if it'll help you sleep. Dividing line and all that." Anakin smiled gently. "Whatever makes this mission work without anyone getting the wrong idea."

"Just shut up, and come to bed, Anakin." You shrugged, covering yourself with the blanket. "Let's sleep, we'll leave early tomorrow"

"Yes, sure." Anakin replied, pushing off the desk with a bemused smile. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, tugging off his boots before scooting back against the headboard.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he got settled, glancing over at your form next to him in the dark. "Thanks...I know this isn't ideal. But we're both professionals, right?"

He reached up to flick off the lamp above you, bathing the room in shadows. Laying his lightsaber within easy reach on the nightstand, Anakin folded his hands over his stomach and stared up at the ceiling.

"Sweet dreams, stardust. See you bright and early." He said softly. Then closed his eyes, taking a slow, deep breath as he focused on clearing his mind for sleep. Just another mission...even if 'part of the role' felt a little too real sometimes.

Sometime in the middle of the night, you got closer, sleeping close to each other. You head was resting on Anakin's chest, while his hand kept your body pressed against his.

Anakin drifted slowly awake as his body registered warmth along its side. Eyes still closed, he subtly assessed the situation - the feel of soft hair against his cheek, an arm curled protectively around a slender form nestled against his chest.

Memories of where he was and who he was with came flooding back. This was you, sleeping peacefully in the moonlit room as he held you. An unexpected but...not unpleasant development from falling asleep separately.

He opened his eyes just a sliver, gazing down at the top of your head tucked under his chin. You seemed relaxed, breathing slow and even. Anakin didn't have the heart to wake you, or remove his arm from where it lay draped over your hip.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Anakin closed his eyes once more. Just for a little while longer then, pretending like this was real instead of just part of the mission. Fingers gently tracing idle patterns against your back, he slipped easily back to sleep with you in his arms.

The cold night caused goose bumps on your skin, you moved unconscious in bed, pressing your body against him trying to find a wave of warmth.

Anakin stirred again as you shifted against him, your skin pebbling with shivers. Without hesitation, he adjusted yours position, winding both arms tighter around your smaller frame and pulling you fully on top of his chest.

"Shh, I've got you, stardust" he murmured sleepily into your hair. One hand came up to gently rub warmth back into your arm. Even half-asleep, his body automatically responded to provide comfort and protection.

The new position afforded him more of your body heat in turn. Anakin sighed contentedly, the sounds of your quiet breaths and the steady rise and fall of your chest already lulling him back to the edge of sleep. He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your head before nestling his cheek there once more.

"Just rest. I'll keep you warm." Loose fingers traced small, soothing patterns along your spine as darkness claimed him again. In dreams, there were no missions or war - only this peaceful solace between you two.

As you shifted even closer, twining your legs with his in a tight embrace, Anakin offered no resistance. Your warmth seeped into his skin where you touched, chasing away the last remnants of chill. A sleepy sound of contentment rumbled in his chest at your nearness.

One hand drifted down to gently squeeze your thigh where it lay over his hip, fingers tracing idle patterns against soft flesh. You fit so perfectly curled into his larger frame, it was instinct now to hold your tight and never let go.

Your breathing slowed his own into a synchronized rhythm. In the still darkness you were two souls finding solace in each other, the rest of the world momentarily forgotten. Anakin pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, breathing your in as you hovered on the edge of slumber together.

"Stardust," he murmured against your skin. Your response was a soft sigh and the delicate nuzzle of your cheek deeper into his embrace. In dreams or reality, it didn't matter - you was everything.

Your delicate hands tightened on Anakin's shirt, you tilted your face still asleep. Your chin rising, making your faces close, your noses almost touching.

Anakin shifted slightly beneath you, arousal stirring as you pressed even closer in your sleep, innocent yet intimate. Your chin aligned with his, soft breath ghosting across his parted lips from the barest distance between you.

All he would have to do is close the tiny gap, capture your mouth with his own and taste the sweetness he'd only dared imagine before now. But that choice was not his to make - not while you slept, unaware and vulnerable in his arms.

Instead Anakin gazed down at your peaceful expression, committing every heart-stopping detail to memory. One hand cupped your cheek, calloused thumb stroking back and forth over satin skin. "You'll be the death of me, stardust," he whispered. Nothing had ever felt so right.

Reluctantly pulling his face back just enough to avoid temptation, Anakin pressed another loving kiss to your forehead. Arms winding even tighter, he willed slumber to take him under once more - away to sweeter dreams where your lips met his with wanting sighs. Soon, this could be real. But for now, just holding you was everything.

You opened your eyes, looking into Anakin's blue ones. A soft smile on your pink lips.

"Anakin" You whispered softly.

Anakin's eyes fluttered open to meet your gaze, heart leaping at the intimate way you murmured his name. A gentle smile curled his lips in return as he drank you in, committing this memory to his very soul.

"Y/n.." Your name was a hushed prayer falling from his lips. Calloused fingertips stroked tenderly along your cheek, down the slope of your neck to rest against your pounding pulse. All the words he wanted to say got lodged in his throat.

Leaning in slowly, carefully telegraphing his intent, Anakin paused a hairsbreadth from your mouth. Eyes falling shut, he awaited your permission - a nod, a sigh, anything to show this was truly what you wanted too. Every protective, caring, longing feeling he had for you swirled in that electric moment, shattering the last remnants of the pretense you told yourselves was 'just the mission'.

Desperately, hopelessly, he was in love with this slip of a woman in his arms. And if you allowed it...he would spend a lifetime proving himself worthy of your heart in return.

A soft gasp escaped Anakin as you closed the final distance, pressing your lips to his in a kiss both chaste yet full of promise. All thought fled under the gentle caress, lost in only you.

One arm curled tighter around your waist while the other cupped the nape of your neck, fingers twining into your silken hair. Your taste was sweet, your sigh of contentment against his mouth like the first rays of sun. When you finally parted, Anakin rested his forehead against yours, breathing deeply as if surfacing from deep water.

Eyes still closed, he murmured, "Stay with me. After this mission...be mine. I'll spend my days making you happy, keeping you safe, if you'll have me."

Lips found yours in a tender collision once more, pouring every ounce of reverence and devotion into the kiss. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Anakin Skywalker felt whole. You was healing parts of him he thought long shattered. All that remained was your answer.

"Yes, Anakin, I would like that. If you allow me to do the same to you" you promised smiling, your hands gently holding Anakin's shoulders, levering yourself up to sit on his lap.

Anakin's arms wrapped firmly around your waist as you sat up, holding you steady on his lap. A brilliant smile broke across his face, eyes crinkling at the corners, still filled with cautious wonder that this incredible woman had agreed to be his.

"You make me happier than I ever thought could be possible, stardust." Leaning in, he captured your lips in a deep kiss, pouring all of the joy, longing and promise of what was to come into the connection of your mouths.

Your fingers danced along his shoulders and neck, setting his skin alight. A low groan rumbled in his chest as you settled fully onto his thighs, feeling the evidence of his desire hard and insistent between them. For the first time in your feigned relationship, nothing about this needed to be pretend.

Breaking the kiss but not the intimate embrace, Anakin gazed up at you with utter devotion. "Be mine, always - in every way." His hands began an achingly slow exploration up your sides, learning the planes and curves of your perfect form. This was only the beginning.

"I'm yours, Anakin, as you are mine."

A shuddering gasp broke from Anakin's lungs as your soft lips traced fiery devotion along the column of his throat. One hand tangled desperately in your hair while the other urged you closer, molding your bodies tightly together from chest to knee.

"Oh stardust..." Your name came out in a strangled moan against your lips, fueling the intimate dance of your mouths sliding together in heated worship. Passion like molten lightning unfurled in his veins, and with it the realization that every forbidden thought and feeling had blossomed into breathtaking reality in your arms.

Wasting no time, Anakin gripped you firmly and with practiced ease spun you both over so you back met the mattress, eliciting a delightful giggle. Bracing on one elbow, his right hand dedicated itself to tracing each beloved curve, learning secrets and treasures hidden under wandering caresses with heartfelt devotion.

Lips traveled your jaw to the delicate shell of an ear, whispering huskily, "I'm going to love you so good you forget your own name, stardust." And with that vow, he set about proving the depths of his adoration through touch, kiss and quiet praise meant for your ears alone.

"I'm counting with that, Ani"

Anakin's breath hitched as your deft fingers set to work undoing the buttons of his shirt, parting the material to reveal heated flesh beneath. Your touch alone was divine torture, lighting his skin aflame wherever they wandered.

"Let me worship you properly, my stardust," he rasped, capturing your hands gently to press kiss-swollen lips to each palm. Shifting lithely, Anakin made quick work of removing the rest of your clothes until nothing stood between the passion of bare skin to feverish skin.

Moonlight bathed your alabaster skin, highlighting rosy peaks that begged for worship. His mouth followed in its divine task, tracing every hill and valley with open-mouthed kisses that pulled sweet gasps from between your lips. Each sound drove him ever closer to the edge of reason, until all that existed was the silk of you beneath him, the music of your release swelling to a crescendo on his talented tongue.

Only once you had found paradise twice over did he enter your at long last, claiming your both with a shudder. Your bodies joined in sacred ritual, each stroke honoring hearts forever intertwined - past roles forgotten in the creation of your intimate future together.

Your cheek nestled against Anakin's heaving chest as waves of ecstasy crested and broke within your joined bodies. His arms encircled your protectively, reverently, one hand splayed across the arch of your lower back while the other cradled your neck, keeping you safe and close.

In the aftermath, you breathed as one - souls wound together in the silken aftermath. Where once there had been pretense of mission, now lay bare honest hearts laid open in perfect trust. Anakin pressed a kiss to your sweat-dampened brow, murmuring praise and promises to you too sacred to others ears.

"My stardust, you have healed parts of my soul I thought lost forever." Your lips met in sweet communion, a benediction sealing hearts that would walk through every storm as one from this moment until the end of days.

You sighed blissfully, tracing the lines of his flesh like a prayer. Your feet hooked behind his calves, holding them impossibly closer still. A delicious drag of his arousal deep within elicited shared moans of delight.

In the oncoming dawn you made love again, reaffirming the perfection of your bond with each worshipful caress and kiss. Two damaged hearts become one in solace, joy, and unconditional surrender to divine completeness. The future waits to be written in the shining light of your love.

#anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x you #hayden christensen #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars #one bed trope

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saturnbellfromhell · 2 years ago

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VENUSIAN ENERGY

Finally a youthful,playful and fiery planet Venus at our doorstep! She never shys away from her beliefs and power. The Moons daughter and the complete depiction of feminine beauty. She emerges from the shell of life only to show us her glowing skin, soft facial features, breathtaking hair, plump breasts and firm hips.

⚪Venus is the second planet furthest from the Sun, making her character and motives not so secretive since a lot of light shines above her. She's the young female planet of the solar system, sure of her looks and power but also in need of guidance so her energy doesn't get taken away. Youthfulness always has a touch of naivness to it, attracting despicable people to one's table.

⚪Venus is also the planet of riches and romance, sex and power, fortune and prosperity! The Godess of good energy and hopefulness. She finds her home with two signs in the zodiac: a feminine Taurus and a masculine Libra. These two are the brother and sister created by Venus to show other signs how to live a hedonistic life filled with luxurious items, fine dining and passionate sex. These two know how to indulge, that's for sure!

The difference between Taurus and Libra in my perspective is huge. So here are some core differences:

◽Taurus is a fixed sign, meaning it doesn't like adapting to anything new really. It's also the only fixed earth sign. So not only do Taurses hate change, but they are also gifted the stubbornness from being a sign ruled by the element earth. Also Taurus rules the second house, which is the house of movable goods asessts, income and financial possesions. To put it into one word money. This house also shows which activitie/projects move you towards earning said money. So Taurus, like all the earth sign has all ears and eyes on wealth. But, our fellow Taurus does love to dabble in the extra extvagant lifestyle filled with cozy food, a warm house and substances to indulge.

◽Libra on the other hand is a cardinal sign, this meaning it is more flexible to new happenings and more outgoing. This openness amplifies with this sign being an air sign. So Libra is the practical, diplomatic, energetic and of course balanced sign. This sign is all about partnerships as well. You won't really catch Libra happily single honestly. This also goes hand in hand when looking into the house Libra rules: the 7th house. This house is known as the house of partnerships, marriage, sweethearts, business partnerships and visible enemies. It also is a house of your grandfather. It's main purpose is to show where you'll need to bend your personality to accomplish duties with others. Libras such as Tauruses love the finer things in life, enjoy dressing good and having a good reputation aswell. There not as cold and introverted as there beloved sister Taurus.

◽Their style of clothes, friends, interior differ in a sense. Both have expensive taste, don't get me wrong. But...a homebody Taurus loves coziness over all. Their style will be more bohemian, laid back. They are the crystal girlies who love drinking tea by their bedside in a room filled with intriguing art and plants. Libra on the other hand loves to stand out. They live for high fashion, nice heels, a comfortable but trendy coat followed by a designer purse. Their house has to have a furry companion, expensive wine and Tiffany lamps.

Libra also loves hosting dinner parties and brunches! They love to cook and prepare for others or just organize a nice outing with their big friend group! Tauruses on the other hand like a more surine gathering. They don't enjoy a lot of people, to be quite frank they love a one on one the most. Their ideal hanging out strategy are one's in nature surrounded by creeks, ponds, little animals and a nice rolled up joint. To pug it shortly think of Libras friends as a buffet and Taurus as a picnic! It's the same concept put a completely different outcome.

Now what to we have with our observations! Their will be a more than per usual since Venusian energy follows me wherever I go. I've had at least 3 relationships with a fellow Taurus and was born into a household by two Libras. So in that sense, I've seen/felt a lot of Venusian energy!

⚪ Libra sun's need a partner, they just never want to live alone or do anything without the help of a partner. Especially if your chart doesn't have any earth, you die for romance and partnership. Libra sun's also don't get mad that easy, they truly are pacifists and diplomatic creatures most of the times. This doesn't apply if you have a fire moon though, forget any nice wording from that Libra than.

⚪ Libra men with a gemini venus is a complete disaster. I said what I said, stay away from that man. He's a good one night stand/friends with benefits type,not going to lie, but in my perspective not really boyfriend material. Sorry not sorry. Also if he has a lot of earth/water signs, of course it can help with not being a complete demon to my fellow lover girls.

⚪ Libra risings, as you all know are just stunning. Of course, there ruled by Venus. The girls are always angelic looking with a fierce bubbly attitude and the men have amazing style. Think of Harry Styles, Kate Winslet, Doja Cat and Beyonce. They embody femininity and have this constant glow to them! Chefs kiss really.

⚪ Libra moons are in my perspective the easiest air sign to have. They aren't really amazing in the feeling emotions department, but they are fearly reliable when in need! Not clingy nor detached.

⚪ Chiron in Libra can be such a heartbreaking placement in my eyes. These natives constitley seek partnerships with others, but see themselves as worthless partners. Not worthy of love nor passion. This wound must be healed by understanding imperfection in both parties and expressing love to yourself the most!

⚪ Libra Mars, ugh. I have a difficult relationship with this placement. In one way Mars is at its fall in this sign, but again people with this placement hate conflicts and really try to sort it out the right way. Again if your Mercury is in a fire sign, forget I said anything. But their actions can be seen as "passive". They also looooove dirty talk, being experimental in the bedroom and love a passionate/cute sexual experience.

⚪ Taurus men. I mean I can write a whole ass post about this theme. I've seen quite similar patterns in Taurus men. Firstly they love stable relationships and find new girlfriends very easily. Secondly they love to smoke weed, pardon me...they are absolute potheads and want to grow their own plants, take care of them etc. They really enjoy being high and doing everything while being high. They also are very jealous but also passionate. All they want is a calm girlfriend who they can travel with, eat cozy meals with and take shrooms in the forest. Don't forget to give them back massages and head rubs, they really are such princesses.

⚪ Taurus Venus...also one of my favorites. They are just so damn stunning without a shirt on. They love to be put on their stomach and caressed all night. Also, some of them love getting gently choked. They really are the pillow princess and the submissive boy.

⚪ Venus in the 1st house, damn. They are beautiful no matter what. The girls have the typical Venus body, hips, boobies, booty. The hourglass figure if you will. The boys have these magnetic eyes with lashes to the ceiling. Their smile will make anyone stare and drowl. The girls with this placement love a guy with soft features, plump lips and ideally curly hair. The guys love fruity perfumes, nicely done nails and silk hair. They both have to look put together for the guy/girl.

⚪ Venus in the 2nd house means the native will inharit money based of of their looks, sexuality, feminine power. It's a good placement to the native since Venus is at home!

⚪ Venus in the 10th house can mean your career can be based on your looks aswell. For example I know some girls who are burlesque dancers with this placement.

⚪ Venus in the 5 house can mean you indulge in a hedonistic lifestyle a little too often. Like a one night stand? Like museums? Like fine dining? All at once?

#venus #libra astrology #astro observations #astrology #taurus #7th house #2nd house #cardinal signs #fixed signs #libra sun #taurus venus #taurus sun #doja cat #libra rising #venusians #astrology observations

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dulltoned · 11 months ago

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Floyd was curled up in bed cuddled into his lilac sweater, sat up against the headboard wrapped in a cozy pink quilt. This sweater was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. Poppy's gifts were always well-made and soft to the touch but one of these days Floyd was going to insist she stop giving him things. For the moment, however, he was more than content to swaddle himself in the small comforts. He's been holed up in his room most of the day, excluding the one time he left to go make himself a cup of tea, but it's not a bad day by any means. He feels great, all things considered, with only a nearly imperceptible weakness in his limbs and a vague chill burrowed into his bones. It's a good day to be nestled into his blankets with a nice book.

A firm knock at his door gets his attention and a quick glance at the clock mounted on the wall tells him it's half past noon. Oh, he's been holed up in here much longer than he'd thought. He puts his book aside and climbs out of bed, allowing himself a few extra seconds to stretch, and goes to open the door. John Dory is on the other side, his usual self-satisfied grin nowhere to be seen and a worry in his eyes that immediately puts Floyd on edge. "BroZone meeting," John says it so seriously that Floyd can't even find it in himself to roll his eyes at the phrasing.

"What's going on?" Floyd doesn't wait to ask as he follows John out into the bunker. It's weird to see his eldest brother so noticeably thrown off. John Dory wasn't one to wear his more uncomfortable emotions on his face where the world could see them.

John Dory doesn't answer, instead ushering Floyd over to the elevator. "The others are already in the kitchen," He half-explains, pulling Floyd up onto the platform and pushing up the lever at the same time. "It's Branch." That's all it takes to make Floyd's anxiety skyrocket. Branch? Branch was pretty reserved and he's been a little tense the past few days but he seemed okay. Did something terrible happen? Is he okay? Branch was so independent. What could have happened that John Dory called them all together with such grave intensity? John Dory was dramatic but it's never caused unwarranted worry before.

Floyd fidgets with his paws while they silently ride the elevator up, brows furrowed in thought while he stews in the worry rising in his chest. He clearly wasn't as in tune with Branch as he thought he was despite the one-on-one time they spent together most mornings. The elevator comes to a stop and Floyd is the first one off the platform. He moves swiftly past John Dory and rushes into the kitchen to find his other brothers, excluding Branch, already sitting around the kitchen table with matching expressions of concern on their faces. Great. "Do any of you have any idea what's going on?"

"No," Bruce shakes his head, "John just showed up all out of sorts so we figured it was serious." Clay nods along, gesturing to Bruce in a show of agreement.

"Because it is serious," John Dory insists as he steps into the kitchen after Floyd, circling around to stand at the table. "There's something wrong with Bitty B." He swears. Floyd is hoping that this is another game of the Troll who cried Bergen. John could blow things out of proportion sometimes and Floyd would prefer that to something being actually wrong. "He nearly bit my head off thirty minutes ago." Oh, okay. Maybe this actually wasn't so bad.

"I think before we go overboard here you should tell us what you did." Bruce cuts in, watching John warily. No one was willing to outright dismiss their eldest brother but it was hard not to take this with a grain of salt. Branch was snappy. He didn't like to be pushed and his boundaries weren't all out there yet so it was easy for one of them to overstep, John Dory especially. John was never one to stop his pestering, even when there were clear signs that he was pushing too hard.

"Nothing!" John throws his hands into the air and his tone turns exasperated. Floyd rolls his eyes fondly and crosses his arms, silently urging John Dory to continue. "He came home with this cute little picnic packed up and I asked him if it was for Poppy." Floyd waits for more but it becomes clear that there wasn't anything else John Dory had to add.

"That's it?" Clay presses in disbelief.

"That's it!" John nods quickly, leaning against one of the chairs and gesticulating with his gloved hand, "He looked at me and I swear he was about to break into tears right there. I tried to ask him what was wrong and he snapped at me to leave him the hell alone." He looks at them expectantly, eyebrows raised while he waits for them to admit defeat.

"That… sounds rough, actually." Clay is the first to break, the concerned crease between his brows returning with a vengeance. "Did you get anything out of him?" John offers a dejected shake of his head and they all share a collective sigh. Of course not. It was wishful thinking to assume that Branch would willingly open himself up to them, let alone when he was clearly already in distress.

"I doubt he's gonna wanna talk about it guys," Floyd reminds them softly, smiling sadly when they all turn to look at him. "He's not really open on a good day and I don't think forcing him to talk about whatever's going on is gonna make it better." It's not like the rest of them were getting together to share their feelings or anything but sentimental conversations sparked up naturally between the four older brothers. Branch seemed to actively avoid them and usually fled when things got too emotional for him. They've all had their moments with their youngest sibling, sure, but it was also obvious to all of them that Branch had been uncomfortable. Floyd doubts that whatever this is about is something Branch will want to share during a cuddle pile on the couch.

"Yeah, but haven't you noticed how tense he is all the time?" John Dory retorts. Honestly, out of all of them, Floyd half-expected John to be the least aware of Branch. Not in a particularly bad way, no, but the teal troll wasn't known for being the most observant when they were kids. It was hard to remember that maybe the last twenty years changed them all a lot more than Floyd initially thought. "Clearly whatever's going on with him isn't getting better on its own and we can't just sit here and wait for him to break down."

"Of course not," Bruce assures readily. He has a thoughtful expression on his face and Floyd really hopes that whatever he's thinking could help them figure out what to do. "Floyd is right, though, we can't pry it out of him. We'll only make it worse if we do that." They share a few more silent looks around the table and a familiar feeling of helplessness is starting to stir in Floyd. He can't help but remember the little blue trolling that he could pick up and settle on his lap. Back then Branch was so easy to cheer up, all it took was a quick little song or a fun story to distract the baby from his woes. Now Floyd doesn't even know where to start. He doesn't know what Branch has been through or how to comfort him. He doesn't even know how to approach it if Branch is having a rough time.

"I think he'd more likely shut down than open up if we try to force it out of him," Clay sighs, folding his arms on top of the table. They all murmur their agreement. If it were any other situation Floyd would be amused at the sight of them all huddled up around the kitchen trying to figure out what made their baby brother cry. The horrifying thought is that he can't imagine what could make Branch cry. Branch was a tough cookie but John Dory was right, Branch has been on edge from the moment they stepped foot in his bunker. There were times when the tension let up and Branch enjoyed himself but there was always wariness in his eyes. Floyd had really hoped that it would ease up on its own as they all got used to being around each other again. He's saddened to see that apparently it's only built up until Branch couldn't carry it anymore. It needed to be addressed, that was certain, but they were all stumped on how to go about it. "We need a plan. At least an outline on how to start." Floyd was really glad to have more than one plan-oriented brother right now. It feels wrong to conspire against Branch like this but it feels worse to just let his little brother keep hurting the way he clearly has been.

"I think the best approach is to test the waters first," Floyd steps further into the room, finally pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the table, "We need to make sure that he's receptive before we move forward with whatever we're gonna do." His brothers nod but John Dory looks a little unsure.

"Are we sure he'll ever be receptive?" John Dory brings up a painfully good point, looking between his brothers with earnest uncertainty. It's clear that John's desire to push comes from a place of real concern but that didn't mean it couldn't cause problems. It was important to stop him in his tracks before he got too far. Pushing Branch only ever led to the divide between them growing.

Bruce clears his throat, looking sorrowful when he speaks, "I think there's a decent chance that he won't talk to us." Floyd frowns, averting his gaze at the reminder. It was a fair thought, really. What right did they have to assume that they could just pop back into Branch's life and be part of his support system? The only person Floyd had ever seen Branch be actually vulnerable with was Poppy and that was only a few brief glimpses of soft moments meant for just the two of them.

"If push comes to shove we might just need to recruit Poppy and hope she can get it out of him." Floyd agrees with a sigh. His eyes are a little misty at the thought of being so useless when it comes to helping the people closest to him but he knows that he couldn't just insert himself back into Branch's life like that. If what he needs to do is rat his brother out to his girlfriend then that'll have to be enough.

"Well--" John cuts himself off and his ears perk. Floyd frowns and shares a confused look with Clay before he tries to listen for whatever caught John Dory's attention. For a moment there's nothing and he opens his mouth to ask what the oldest had heard but then he hears it. Footsteps. They're carefully tiptoeing up the stairs toward the kitchen and there was only one troll they could belong to. Floyd looks to Bruce and then Clay but his siblings look just as startled as he is. Obviously Branch hadn't heard them, right? There was no way he would be coming up here if he heard them talking about him, right?

The footsteps are only getting closer the more they sit in silence and Floyd gestures in quiet panic to the back hallway. What are we gonna say? He tries to convey in his sharp movements. They hadn't gotten anywhere besides acknowledging that Branch would want nothing to do with this conversation but if Branch had been on the verge of tears only a mere hour ago it would probably be hard to ignore.

John Dory blinks and gestures to himself, the how am I supposed to know? is easy to pick up.

Clay jerks his head towards the back hallway in obvious warning that Branch is nearly there and tries to lean casually against the table so it looks like they haven't been panicking over the dumbest thing. They all scramble to follow Clay's lead and only just manage to get themselves settled before Branch appears around the corner. Their youngest brother stops in his tracks the second he notices that the kitchen is more occupied than he thought. Floyd watches as a flurry of emotions flits across Branch's face; anger, yearning, fear--

"Hey B," John Dory greets with an awkward wave that cuts through the silence.

"Hey," Branch grunts, moving further into the room. He very intentionally keeps his eyes straight ahead as he steps over to the counter and reaches up to get a cup from the cabinets.

Floyd shares a determined look with Bruce before he turns his attention back to Branch. "Are you doing okay?" He decides that the best approach would be a direct one. Beating around the bush with Branch only ever leads to confusion or irritation and Floyd doesn't want to risk blowing anything out of proportion. He just wants to help.

Branch only offers a noncommittal hum and slams his cup down harder than necessary. Floyd can see his grip is so tight his hand is shaking. Not a great start but he hasn't exactly shut them down yet either. They should proceed with caution but Floyd would try to keep an eye on Branch's reactions so he can help calm things down if he needed to. He wants to avoid causing any more problems and he doesn't want to hurt Branch in their quest to figure him out.

"It's just that you've been pretty tense recently," Bruce pipes up, testing the waters with more awareness and care than Floyd would have expected from him. Being a parent had really changed his brother in a lot of really amazing ways. It's nice to see someone else in their family is experienced in the gentle approach now. "We were wondering if we could do anything to help."

Branch keeps his back towards them but the kitchen is small and Floyd is sitting at the end of the table. He can see the side of Branch's face even if it's still mostly obscured and he can see how his little brother clenches his jaw and takes a calming breath. "I'm fine," Branch says after a long stretch of silence. His voice is toneless and strained and Floyd can't help but cringe.

"It's just that you were pretty pissed earlier," John starts. He looks like he's about to make a joke but he thinks better of it. Instead, he sighs and straightens out his goggles absentmindedly. "We're just worried. It doesn't seem like you're doing alright." That was surprisingly heartfelt coming from John Dory. He's sincere and quiet and the worry seeps into his words.

Branch sighs and braces his hands against the counter, hanging his head and leaving his cup forgotten beside him. Floyd's gut twists and his heart thumps anxiously in his chest. He's seen Branch uneasy and uncomfortable and upset, he's seen Branch happy and shy and lovesick, but he's never seen Branch look so genuinely defeated. "Branch?" He presses softly, "Are you okay?" He echoes his earlier question and watches as Branch deflates.

Branch doesn't know how to handle this. He didn't really expect John Dory to follow up and he definitely hadn't been prepared for all of his brothers to confront him together. He hates listening to them like this. They sound so worried and he has no idea what to do. The mask slipped and he lost his temper and it seems like it wasn't something he could just sweep under the rug this time. He holds the counter in an iron grip and allows his weight to lean further and further into the edge. How the hell is he supposed to answer that? How does he explain to his brothers that he can't remember the last time he could genuinely and sincerely say he was doing great and that okay felt like a few and far between? "Does it matter?" He mumbles in lieu of a real answer.

There's a sharp inhale behind him and Branch flinches at the sound. Great. He hadn't meant to sound so dismissive but he couldn't take it back now. He's just so tired. He's exhausted, both from the nightmares keeping him up night after night and from the turmoil that seemed to constantly rage inside of him. He feels like he's just been coasting through the days, letting everything build up until it all inevitably came to a head. He was a fool to think he could escape the consequences. He knew better than to think it would all just even out and go away but he had hoped. He let himself and hope and look where it got him. How stupid could he be?

"Of course it matters, bro," Clay soothes quietly. There's a tension in the air that was only getting thicker and Branch wonders if the others could feel it too. "We wanna know if you're alright."

"Do you?" Branch asks bitterly. He hadn't meant to say it but it feels useless to hold his tongue now. He's kept it all inside for too long and it's drained him completely. He's hollow in a way that's terrifyingly familiar, a frightening reminder of how he lived for almost two decades of his life, and he's so sick of it. He wants to feel okay again and he can't keep burying it all deep down. It's twisting him up inside and leaving him with a painfully short fuse and he can't do this anymore.

"Of course we do!" John Dory sounds offended at the mere thought that Branch could possibly think otherwise and that's not fair. He doesn't get to be hurt that Branch doubts them. He has no right. Branch grits his teeth and his eyes are burning again and damn it he's getting worked up again--

"Since when!" Branch snaps, ripping his hands away from the counter and whirling around to glare daggers at his family. His family. The family who left him and came back only because they needed him. Would they have ever come back at all if he wasn't a necessary part of helping Floyd? "You all left. You left me alone and I had no one for most of my life!" He's screaming now. He's screaming and his eyes are burning but he doesn't think he has any energy left to care. "Grandma died and I spent twenty years being the outcast of the village and then you all just come back and assume that things are okay? That I'm okay?" Branch slams his hands against his chest in a wild gesture to himself and lets out a desperate, almost hysterical laugh. His brothers are staring at him with wide-eyed expressions of shock and he should really stop before he does something that will be irreparable but now that he's started he doesn't think he can stop. "No, I'm not okay! I haven't been okay in a long time! I'm trying really, really hard to hold myself together but sometimes I'm so pissed at all of you I don't know what to do with myself. Sometimes I can't even fucking look at any of you because it hurts. You can't expect me to think that all of you care about how I feel when all of you walked out on me and didn't even look back!"

Branch realizes that he should calm down. His chest is heaving with each breath but he's never let any of this out before and the release is addicting. He's fruitlessly blinking back the tears quickly filling his eyes and beneath all the anger and pain he feels guilt for putting those devastated expressions on his brothers' faces but he can't seem to reel himself in. "Did I ever even matter to any of you?" He asks, scrubbing a frantic hand across his face to wipe away the tears when they start to fall. "The only person who even said goodbye was Floyd, the only person who cared was Floyd. If you didn't need me would you have ever come back?" The guilty look on John's face is enough of an answer for him.

He runs his hands through his hair and grits his teeth against the sob bubbling up in his throat. He's realizing that maybe he didn't really put himself together as well as he thought back in his room and he might be having a breakdown in front of his brothers. The realization isn't enough to stop it from happening. He's already lost himself to the panic and desperation curling up beneath his ribs. His hands were shaking and his chest was getting tight but he knew from experience that he couldn't stop this now that it's started and he could already feel the humiliation starting to bloom on top of it all.

"Branch," Floyd gets his attention. Somewhere along the line the other troll had stood up from the table and took a few cautious steps closer, hands held up to show he meant no harm. "Breathe, buddy, come on." Branch instinctively tries to take a breath at the gentle coaxing but the air gets caught in his throat. Floyd only offers an encouraging smile and nods for him to try again.

Branch stutters through the first few breaths, leaning heavily back against the counter and wrapping his arms tightly around himself in a pathetic attempt to physically hold himself together. Floyd doesn't push him and the others watch on in curious silence. They look at Branch with such sad eyes and Branch wants to be angry but he can't. He's too tired to be angry anymore. He's burnt out. He breathes with Floyd's kind encouragements urging him to keep going and slowly but surely he calms down enough to force the stiffness out of his legs and drop unceremoniously to the floor. He ignores the startled cries around him and tugs his legs up to his chest, burying his face into his knees to hide the tears shamefully coating his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he breathes. He can't believe he just yelled at them like that. He'll be lucky if they even want to stay with him after this.

"Hey, Branch, look at me," Branch lifts his head to see Bruce kneeling on the floor beside him. Bruce still gave him plenty of room, staying a few feet away to avoid crowding him, and Branch felt a brief spark of gratitude at the consideration, "I think you had the right to blow up at us. You've been holding all that in for a while, huh? And none of us ever really brought it up. I guess we all just assumed that it was water under the bridge." Bruce has the decency to look sheepish at the admission. Branch huffs and tries again to wipe away his tears. It's a losing battle, the tears are still falling, but he feels like he has to try all the same.

"I think we're the ones who should be sorry," Clay sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, "I don't think any of us wanted to admit that we messed up. It wasn't cool of us to leave you behind and then just assume that everything would be fine. I'm sorry, Branch." The apology is unexpected. Branch thinks that maybe it shouldn't be but it still comes as a shock to him.

"You already apologized," Branch reminds him.

"I'm not apologizing for missing out on you growing up," Clay disagrees, shaking his head and offering a sad smile, "I'm apologizing because I walked out and because I never came back. It hurt you a lot, the least I can do is acknowledge that." Oh. A lump forms in Branch's throat and the tears pick up speed. He feels ridiculous and childish curled up on the kitchen floor with his brothers huddled around him offering comforting words but he can't deny that a part of him feels hopeful too. Hope was a terrifying, disappointing thing but it led him to Poppy so maybe… maybe he could try to see where this goes too.

"Thanks," Branch sniffs, wrapping his arms around his legs and drawing them closer to his chest.

"The least any of us could do is acknowledge it," John Dory steps away from the table and comes around to kneel beside Bruce, "I'm sorry I left, Branch. I could give you a million different reasons but at the end of the day none of them really matter, do they?" John Dory offers a bitter laugh, meeting Branch's gaze with sad eyes, "It wasn't fair to you and I never should've just walked back into your life like it never happened. I'm glad Poppy convinced you to come along but I should've said this all then. That's my fault, Bitty B. After everything we put you through you have every right to be angry." That's the most mature John has ever been, Branch thinks. At least with him. No condescension, no punchline. Just a sincere and heartfelt apology.

"I think that's the most serious I've ever heard you," Floyd playfully teases from Branch's other side and Branch notices that Floyd lowered himself down to the floor too. Clay is already walking over to sit beside the pink-haired troll, completing their messy half-circle.

"Shut up," John Dory laughs, picking up a loose rock tucked under the door of a cabinet and flicking it over at Floyd.

"Seriously, though, Branch. You aren't the one who should apologize. It's us." Floyd assures warmly, the same sad smile on his face but it's fond now too. "I'm sorry that you felt you had to keep this in. I know we haven't been the best brothers in the world but you can talk to us. You've been there for us," Floyd looks around at the others and Branch watches as they all nod in eager agreement. "Let us be there for you, okay?"

Branch frowns. As good as that sounds he doesn't like vulnerability. He's very intentionally kept to himself for a long, long time and the idea of relying on someone else was still very new to him. He's learned that nothing is certain in life and that everything good could be gone in a moment. The only thing he could rely on was himself. He knows this. But Poppy's taught him that even though good things might be fleeting they're also wonderful. Poppy came into his life and brought with her a happiness that's evaded him since he was just a trolling and now he can't imagine living without her. What would he be denying himself if he decided that this was too good to be true? He missed his brothers so much all these years and they're here now because they care about him more than he ever could have hoped for. "Okay." Branch decides before he can overthink it. He wants this so badly he can allow himself to take the risk. If everything collapses and it all fails he knows that at least he'll have Poppy with him in the aftermath.

His brothers sag a little with relief. Bruce claps a hand on John Dory's shoulder and Clay slings a celebratory arm around Floyd's shoulders. Floyd's expression softens, "Thanks, Branch. I know that this sucks but we won't let you down." Branch huffs an amused breath but lets a shaky grin form in response.

"So what's been going on?" John Dory asks as he shifts into a more comfortable position, crossing his legs beneath him and giving Branch his full attention. It's equally overwhelming and appreciated.

"Nothing," Floyd and Bruce give him matching stern looks. Branch rolls his eyes but concedes, "Really, it's nothing. I've just been having nightmares again recently and it's made me more on edge than usual." He pointedly ignores Clay mouthing again? at their brothers and focuses his eyes instead on the dirt floor. He sighs and buries his face into his knees again, "I'm supposed to be normal now."

"What do you mean?" Bruce asks with genuine confusion. Branch can't help but offer a resentful snort. Right, like Branch was the epitome of normal when it came to trolls. "You only need to be you, Branch." That catches Branch off guard and he peeks over at Bruce with a doubtful expression. Bruce only smiles, "I'm serious. I remember what you said to Viva back at that golf course you know. I'm sure you've spent a lot of time in this bunker and I know that Poppy of yours invites you to all sorts of things but no one wants you to be something you're not. You don't need to be like everyone else. We don't want you to be like everyone else." That's an angle that Branch hadn't really considered before. Branch often entertained the idea that Poppy invited him to so many parties and events because she wanted him to be more like a regular pop troll. Despite the fact that Poppy's always respected his boundaries he has an underlying fear that she wants him to change but she's even walked him home before when a party proved to be too much for him.

"Oh." Branch murmurs, still uncertain.

"You're weird," John cuts in and startles at the resulting incredulous shouts of his name. He raises his hands in surrender, "But that's what makes you you. We wouldn't love you if you weren't you, kid."

"Not a kid," Branch grumbles more on instinct than anything. He sighs, reaching up and tangling his hands in his hair, "But trolls are supposed to be fun. I'm not fun. I don't like big parties and too many sweets make me sick and I prioritize safety over entertainment--"

"You don't need to be fun all the time," Clay cuts him off before Branch can start spiraling again. Branch huffs and Clay shrugs apologetically. "You don't have to have fun all the time. Everybody needs their downtime and if you need more quiet time than the next troll that doesn't make you defective." Clay reaches out, telegraphing his movements carefully so Branch has plenty of time to pull away, and carefully untangles Branch's paws from his hair. "Besides, you're plenty of fun. I have a great time whenever we talk about the layout of this place and your organization system."

"Nerds," Bruce coughs into his fist.

"The point is," Floyd rolls his eyes but he looks happy. "Fun or no fun, quiet or loud, there's nothing wrong with being different. No one should ever force you to be someone you're not, and we don't want you to be anyone else." Branch feels a hesitant burst of warmth struggling to form beneath the uncertainty wriggling in his gut. The hope is growing with each passing moment but he's still scared of what it could lead to. He's been disappointed so many times.

Branch shakes his head, "It's not enough." He disagrees. There were plenty of trolls in the village that were still on the fence about him. He's seen the weird looks he gets sometimes when he's in town and the disapproval when he's with Poppy. No one is vocal about it and most of the village has been open to him being a part of the community but that doesn't erase the years of him being the outcast party-pooper. "I'm not enough."

"You're perfect." Branch's head snaps up and he stares at John Dory in disbelief. John Dory said it so vehemently and his face his set in a stern expression. The small, wounded part of Branch that always believed that he was the reason the band disbanded is squirming beneath his skin.

"What?" Branch breathes, laughing awkwardly at what he assumed had to be a joke.

"You're perfect, Branch. Never, and I mean never, imply that you're anything less than that again." John seems almost angry but Branch has to be imagining that. He looks genuinely upset at the idea that Branch could possibly think so little of himself but that seems unlikely. "Branch you have two seconds to tell me no before I touch you," Oh, what? That's a weird sentence-- but suddenly his face is cupped in John Dory's hands and his focus zeroes in on his brother. "You are amazing. You're a little rough around the edges but so is everyone. This past month you've been nothing but accommodating to us. You dug us out whole rooms in your home just because you wanted us to stay with you, that's crazy. You're dedicated, brilliant, and even kind under all that sharp wit. You are way more than just enough, little brother, you're perfect." Branch blinks stupidly up at John Dory and a few more tears tumble down his cheeks. John smiles sadly as he brushes them away with a few gentle strokes of his thumbs.

Branch sniffs pitifully and pulls away, scrubbing at his eyes with a startled laugh, "Jeez, isn't Floyd supposed to be the sensitive one?" He tries to joke but it comes out strained and teary. They all chuckle anyway and Branch is grateful that they're giving him a moment to try and compose himself. "I'm still sorry I yelled." He admits after a few beats.

"Psh, it's fine," Bruce waves him off easily. "You clearly needed to get some stuff out. What else is family for?" He assures lightheartedly.

"I know it's not hug time, but can we hug you?" Floyd asks. Branch moves to say no on instinct but Floyd is looking at him with pleading eyes and Branch honestly thinks that he could use one too.

"Fine, I guess," He grumbles and Floyd doesn't hesitate to swoop in and gather him up. The others don't take long to follow his lead. It's only a few seconds before Branch finds himself at the center of a cuddle pile. There are elbows jabbed into his side and someone's hair is tickling his nose but somehow he can't remember the last time he felt so safe and comfortable. "Thank you." He whispers into the bundle of warmth and support surrounding him.

"We'll always be here for you, okay?" Floyd says.

"Okay." Branch replies and finally lets the hope win.

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Waiting for the Cocoa to Cool ☕

In which Gus gets angsty about the whole becoming-a-villain thing, and Pen makes him cocoa. She also makes him laugh himself silly.

⚠️ This is a ticklefic! If that ain't your thing, kindly move along ⚠️

🫂 Pairing: Lee!Gus, Ler!Pen (100% platonic, 200% consensual, sfw)

‼️CW/TW: Gus curses like a sailor, you have been warned 😂 If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add (to this piece any/or any work in the future), please let me know!

While I adore both, I'm much more comfy with writing as a medium than drawing. So I thought I'd write a quick lil ticklefic to introduce Gus a bit more organically than my typical habit of infodumping. 😅 This fic ended up being much longer than I anticipated, but hey - what's wrong with extra tickles? Nothing I can think of.

Hope you enjoy! -🐧

"You want some cocoa, hun?"

I don't wait for an answer - I've already made two mugs. Gus will never refuse cocoa (not my cocoa, anyway).

Besides, he's staring out at the rain, which means he's too lost in thought to register anything I say anyway. His reverie only breaks when I set his mug beside him on the end table, directly in his line of vision, and plop myself down on the sofa beside him.

"Did you tell them about me?"

Look at that. Bailey owes me five bucks. He thought it'd take Gus a couple minutes before he started fretting about my new project.

"I gave them a little introduction." I pat his hand. "There's an awful lot to know about you, hun."

"Right, but did you tell them about... you know..."

How 'bout that! Bailey owes me ten.

"Vaguely." I set my mug down on the coffee table. "I said you went off the deep end for a bit."

Gus manages a mirthless little scoff of a chuckle. "There's an understatement."

"I mean, that's what happened," I shrug. "You just... lost your head for a while."

"I dunno, Pen. I think there was a little more to it than that."

"Mm. That's a topic for future posts."

Gus looks away.

He's right, of course - there's a lot more to it. Just... not a lot that matters to us now, in my cozy living room, listening to the rain patter on the window. The only problem is that Gus can't stay present to save his life.

But that's why I made the cocoa. Nothing heals like cocoa, in my humble opinion (especially my cocoa).

Unfortunately it's still too hot to drink. I gotta think of some other way to distract him before he starts ruminating on-

"Are you sure you don't wanna start with Hazel?"

I stifle a sigh. "Gus, love, we talked about this, remember?"

"I'm just saying, the villain isn't the one who deserves a-"

"You're not the villain."

"Well, I was sure acting like one!"

"Because you were high as a kite on Dr. Jekyll's axe-crazy-monster juice."

"That I made myself!"

"You didn't intend to drink it." I lean back. "You just needed it for... you know. Vengeance..."

Gus throws me a flat look. He's right, this conversation isn't really going a productive direction.

"Look," I try again, " You're not in that story anymore. You were never even supposed to be in that story in the first place. If anyone deserves a soft epilogue, in a new place, it's you."

"But so do you." Gus meets my gaze for the first time in the whole conversation. "Your life got fucked up, too. If you're gonna go to all this trouble, you deserve to focus on your own epilogue."

"Why do you think you're sitting in my living room?" I squeeze his hand. "You're my comfort character, Gus. We're in this together."

"What's that?"

"Comfort character? It means you make me feel safe."

He blinks. "...Oh."

"You're my comfiest comfort character." I scoot closer and rest my head on his shoulder.

I can feel a bit of the tension in his muscles ease at the cuddle. "You're makin' me sound like a stuffed animal," he mutters good-naturedly.

"Mm."

"I think Hazel's a lot better at comforting that I am though, personally..."

This man. Cannot. Let anything go.

Which means it's time to switch tactics.

"Hey, you know what I forgot to tell them about you?"

"I mean, Hazel's a fairy godmother." He's no longer listening. "Comfort is her whole-" At least he isn't until right about here, when he freezes mid-phrase.

He hadn't even noticed me slip my arm behind his back, but he's definitely noticed that I'm now walking the fingers of both hands up his sides.

"Don't let me interrupt you, hun..."

"Ohhh no, you don't!"

"You were saying...?"

"Pen, cheheh- cut that out!"

"No, no, continue, I insist!"

"Pen!" His voice cracks even on this one syllable.

"I'm just demonstrating a little detail I forgot to mention to our readers."

Finally, twisting to face me, he manages to snag both my wrists and hold them still. "Wh-What do they need to know that for?!"

"What do they need to know what for?" I smile sweetly.

"That I'm-" He's so flustered he just barely catches himself.

I flash him a wide grin. "You wanna tell 'em, honey?"

He just squirms - struggling with an uncharacteristically silly grin of his own that he doesn't entirely seem to realize he's making. "Over my cold, dead-"

Mm, I don't need to hear the end of that threat. I easily break my wrists from his grasp and set to work on his adorable little belly.

The detail I forgot to tell you is that Gus is devastatingly ticklish.

"WaitwaitWAIT Pehehen, staHAhp!!"

Gus isn't a loud guy. Even his full-out cackling barely makes it above most folks' normal speaking voice. But what he lacks in volume he makes up for in intensity - he's got the most contagious, helpless laughter I've ever heard in my life. The best I can describe it is quietly maniacal.

"Stopstopstopit-getOFFmehehe!!" He also has an adorable tendency to babble incoherently when he gets nervous - or flustered, in this case. Especially if I get 'im right up under his ribs...

"ACK! Pehehen! Penstop I cahan't- Ihi-"

The nice thing about this spot is that I can wiggle my fingers right up under his diaphragm, so his own giggling starts to tickle.

"I can't st-stop! AHahaha- plehehehease!!"

It's definitely a spot to use sparingly, else he'll run out of air. I give him another few tweaks before sitting back, beaming as he catches his breath.

"This is... heh... c-completely unnecessary," he mutters, his hands wavering defensively over his midsection.

"If only there was something you could say to make me stop," I sigh, throwing a sorrowful glance to the ceiling. In reply I receive his best attempt at a scowl (which, since he's still grinning like an idiot, isn't a very convincing attempt).

Gus is so sensitive - both physically and emotionally - that I'd never dare touch him if we didn't have a safeword. But I've never in our entire friendship heard him use it. This boy soaks up physical affection like a ticklish little sponge.

And right now, in my expert opinion, he could use a little more of it.

I can't help but coo over the way his tummy deflates in anticipation as I hover one hand over his waist. All I have to do is rest my fingertips against the soft fabric of his sweater, and he collapses into helpless giggles.

It occurs to me, I don't think I've mentioned Gus' accent yet either. It's little more than a slight lilt most of the time, but when he's flustered like this becomes much more pronounced.

I'm not quite sure what it's supposed to be, exactly - technically it's Drearish, the regional dialect from the fictional village where he grew up. Whoever directed the movie he came from seemed to be going for some vague German-Slavic-Transylvanian hodgepodge.

Regardless, it's cute as heck. Especially when he's so overwhelmed that he starts trying to curse me out in Drearish.

Not that he doesn't have a perfectly sufficient vocabulary of English curse words to throw at me...

"I svehehear to - shihit, fuck! - I vill breheak your FUHUCKING - heheheh! - your fingers!! Your... dammit, getoffme!!"

...But the trick is to sneak my hands under his sweater and start scribbling directly against the soft pudge of his lower tummy. That really does him in.

"What did you just call me?!"

"I saheheh-" [incomprehensible] "you fuhuckin'-" [unintelligible] "if you don't-" [...frankly this could be English or Drearish, it's so garbled by laughter I can't tell].

"Sorry, didn't catch that," I tease.

He lapses into silent laughter for a few seconds. "Okay, okahahay, enough! Enough!"

Enough isn't our safeword (that would be nightshade) but it's kind of an informal one since he doesn't use it very often. It's become a code for I'm getting tired.

So I withdraw my hands from beneath his sweater, and start rubbing slow circles on his tummy. Even this still tickles him, but only enough to elicit soft little breathless chuckles. I'm mostly doing it because his tummy is just so irresistibly soft and warm... but also my hand is trapped so tightly beneath both his arms that I'm starting to lose feeling in my fingers.

Our cocoa has gone cold by the time we return to our mugs. Neither of us mind very much.

#ticklefic #comfort tickles #with a little dash of angst #for spice #gus von dreary #gus the mad scientist #gus the sad boi #ticklish!gus #lee!gus #ler!pen #author insert #pen's ocs #pen writes #tickling community #tickle community #tickle blog #first gus fic aaaah

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turtleybeachin · 9 months ago

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How to Hide a Human

A story featuring my MC, Alinda (but please, just call me Lin!) and some Anti-Lucifer League shenanigans that result in soft, fluffy cuddle times with the aforementioned demon. Lin uses she/her and they/them pronouns.

PAIRING: Lucifer x Lin RATING: PG for brief mentions of drinking WORD COUNT: 2222 ✨ FEATURES: fluff, Team Make Lucifer Sit On YOUR Lap, general demon shenanigans

Humming under their breath, Lin tip-toed down the hallway in fuzzy sheep slippers with their phone, textbook, and tablet in their arms. She'd muted the D.D.D. (all the better to slink past demons with too keen of senses) but could hear the tell-tale buzzbuzz of the vibrations as Satan and Belphie continued to argue over them in the group chat.

The Anti-But-Not-That-Anti Lucifer League was up to its usual shenanigans, and she'd been willing to play along for damage control until they lost the plot. They didn't like her 'cover dinner in whipped cream' idea-- which she had to admit was fair, it punished everyone except Beel who would probably barely notice and-or think it was an improvement. And they didn't like her 'hide something of Lucifer's' idea because it was apparently "too juvenile", which she had to bite her tongue to not point out to them that this entire 'club' was childish and absurd.

But the tipping point had been when she became the prank-- specifically, her 'sudden and mysterious disappearance'. Which she had not been entirely against initially, but then it just turned into the usual squabble of "who gets to hide them" with both brothers arguing over why they were the better hiders. Tug-of-war got old quick when you were always the rope.

She gave the door in front of her two courtesy knocks before reaching for the knob. Familiar magic prickled the palm of their hand like static and poprocks, but it turned and the door silently swung open to permit entry. The fireplace was softly roaring within, comforting and cozy, and with a click the record player changed albums to an ominous fanfare of brass and strings. When the door fell shut behind her, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise as the curse reactivated to keep unwanted guests out.

Lucifer looked up from his desk, a brief glance of acknowledgement of their presence and their stack of homework materials. He was getting better at that; she'd complained that it felt dismissive when he didn't even look her way on entry. Sure, demon senses and all-knowingness and yadda yadda, she got that he knew it was her by her scent and knew why she was there by the-- actually, she didn't fully understand that, something about her soul maybe? Flickering emotions? He never gave a straight answer. But she insisted it was rude to just outwardly ignore her (which he'd responded to with an arched brow that implied this was a Her Problem) and that it made her doubt whether he wanted her company (which he'd responded to with a look of subtle surprise and then extra effort to ensure she knew just how much he always enjoyed her presence).

As they settled down in ‘their chair' with its soft thick blanket folded over the back and a pitcher of water on the coffee table nearby, their phone buzzbuzzbuzz ed angrily. They could feel the weight of Lucifer's gaze as they checked their D.D.D.

Satan : Lin? Where are you? I am outside your room to collect you for our prank. Belphegor: WE are outside your room to ask whose room you prefer for our prank. Beel's already getting snacks for us, by the way.

They twisted their lips and made a low sound of dismay. Belphie was the king of emotional low blows like that. He knew how they hated to disappoint his big, gentle, absolute angel of a twin. The musical backdrop transitioned to a lone violin wailing tenderly over an accompanying harp.

Lamb-chan: Uno Reverse.

The immediate pulsing "..."s at the bottom of the chat from both made her snort. She tossed her D.D.D. aside and poured a glass of water for herself, then a second that she stood and carried over to put on the convenient coaster on Lucifer's desk. He always prepared his space for her visit with the hope it would be needed.

"Which of my brothers are you terrorizing now?" he asked, a faint curl to the corner of his mouth. He'd said once that when they successfully pranked any of his siblings there was a specific 'flavor' of his sin that pulsed through them-- and thanks to their pact, through him.

"Your fan club," she replied with a grin as she rocked back on her heels, hands clasped behind her. The far-too-large sweatshirt she wore (one of many such shirts Beelzebub owned, emblazoned with his jersey number) slipped a bit to one side, and Lin wiggled her shoulders to try to adjust it halfheartedly.

Lucifer finished his current sentence before setting his pen down and looking up at her properly, smirk fully formed and brow arched. "Playing both sides again, are we?"

"I believe in enriching my demons regularly for optimal health." Their nose scrunched with the force of their smile as he responded with that warm, low, sincere chuckle that was becoming common in their presence.

Then their gaze dropped to his desk, the piles of paperwork neatly but overwhelmingly covering half the surface. The 'done' side was slightly ahead of the 'to-do' side. It was two hours to dinner, and Lucifer always worked late into the night on Saturdays when he wasn't being dragged out to a bar or club. Given that Leviathan was on meal duty and that Asmo, Mammon and Satan were planning to hit The Fall tonight, his current workload should be 'just about on schedule'.

Which meant she was safe to lean over his desk and hook her finger around the loosened knot of his tie and give him a playful tug. "Speaking of, you're past due for a drink and some cuddles, mister."

Trial and error had given her a pretty good sense for when she could get away with switching their roles around. Lucifer, on the surface, liked to be the one in control and giving orders; his Pride had his image to protect. But Lucifer , her beloved and her pact mate and her chosen family, appreciated letting someone else take control now and again and seeing what they'd do with it. And given the pink flushing his cheeks and the crinkling at the corner of his eyes, they were getting away with playing master for a bit.

"Is that so?" he drawled, even as he obligingly leaned forward and pushed himself from his chair. He huffed his amusement as Lin released her hold on him only to snap her fingers, already spinning from him to skip away with a beckoning gesture over her shoulder. "Feeling confident in ourselves today, I see."

Against the opposite wall from his desk was a plush red velvet chesterfield sofa, a matching piece to the chairs around the small coffee table. It had varied uses in its lifetime, from part time bed when Lucifer insisted he only needed a brief nap between projects to extra seating when he had his brothers working with him on something for the student council. Recently, its primary role was for quiet, cozy intimacy between one Avatar of Pride and one cheeky human pactmate.

Lin kicked off her slippers and curled her bare legs up under her on the couch as she watched Lucifer collect two glasses and one of his prized bottles of demonus. Beside her, the music was now rising and failing, swelling and tempting, strings and woodwinds flirting as brass and timpani resisted. "Mm, if I am, it's all your fault." Living (and having pacts) with the avatars of sin had been oddly therapeutic over time. They let themself buy nice, expensive things more. They stopped thinking so critically of their reflection. They slowed down. And with Pride himself praising them and humbling himself at their feet, they learned self-confidence and how to center themself in life's narrative.

His answering pride in her pride created a feedback loop that was a blooming, pleasant warmth in both their chests. He eyed her as he approached, the way she lifted her chin and met his eyes with a confident little half-grin. Once upon a time she’d avoided eye contact and kept her face down, and while she still would always be the first to look away, she no longer cowered from her demons.

"And what," he asked as he sat beside them, smoothly popping the cork to tonight's bottle and pouring them both a generous glass, "was today's enrichment?"

Lin accepted her glass and took a sip, watching him over the rim as he set the bottle on the end table beside his armrest. Drinking demonus with any non-human always made them feel a little bit like a child with sparkling grape juice on New Year's Eve again. Sure, it had the same tart and bittersweet taste on her tongue, and she got to hold a fancy glass too, but it didn't do anything.

"Well, they were debating what prank to play on you this time," she began, twisting on the couch to face her body toward him and lean back against the armrest. "It was ultimately decided to use me as the prank, and that they should steal me away from you to get you all upset."

He huffed softly, rolling his eyes as he propped his elbow on the chair back to angle toward them in return, his glass of demonus held elegantly at his chest. His free hand dropped to her calf, half-extended toward him, to gently squeeze as though there was a chance she might still dive off the couch and run off to fulfill their mission. "The only 'upset' that would have caused would have been them complaining about their punishments after I retrieved you."

"Aw, you mean you wouldn't have been even a teensy bit upset without my nightly visit to keep you company here?" she wheedled, her laugh echoing into her glass as she held it to her lips. His narrowed eyes were non-answer enough as he lifted his glass to take his own drink (and, in Lin's expert opinion, to pointedly not protest too much). "Anyway," she drawled, mercifully shifting focus, "that just devolved into them fighting with each other over who got to hide me with them, and so I decided neither of them got to win this round. So I came here to spend the day with you, and texted them an uno reverse." With a little wiggle where she sat, she managed to stretch her leg far enough to poke her fuzzy sock-covered toes against his thigh.

Lucifer watched their foot, then slid his gaze across and up to meet their eyes. His expression was one of soft warmth that still gave her butterflies every time she received it. Without even a glance to check, he twisted to set his glass down beside the bottle and held out his hand in expectation for theirs. She beamed at him as she let him take her glass.

With the sort of careful strength her demons were excellent at, he yanked her by the ankle to drag her down onto the seat. Lin shrieked with laughter as they twisted and wriggled to tug down their shirt that had bunched up beneath their back unpleasantly. Lucifer merely smirked at their cat-print shorts as he prowled over them, a move that radiated predatory seduction despite his little human's fearless smile. "Then I best enjoy your company while I can, as I suspect you've motivated those two idiots to truly plot against me now."

"Worth it though?" she asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it all the same.

"Absolutely."

Before he could make whatever move he had planned, though, they lifted their legs on either side of his slender waist and wrapped them around his lower back, tugging quick and hard to bring him down. He grunted as he dropped (carefully, gently) atop her, though she knew it was entirely for show. Lin lifted her arms around his shoulders and stroked her hands through his carefully arranged hair, his face pressed into her bosom.

As much as she loved letting him be the big, suave, strong demon in the relationship, she'd also learned how much he enjoyed being the metaphorical little guy from time to time. So sometimes she bought him a bouquet of roses, and sometimes she surprised him with dinner reservations, and sometimes she cuddled him to her chest and held him as best she could to try to impart the same feelings of love and safety and peace in him that he infused in her. (It was a little harder when they were a fraction of his height, width, or musculature, and lacking any wings or special demon limbs to wrap around him fully, but they did their best.)

Lucifer gave a halfhearted murmur of dissent even as he shifted his weight, adjusting to get more comfortable and winding his arms beneath the small of their back. One of their legs was still hooked over his hip, but the other slid down to curl over his. Behind them, the record player continued its song, a single oboe carrying the melody over delicate strings and brass. With a fire crackling nearby, one of the strongest beings in creation resting atop her, and her favorite symphonic suite playing, there was nowhere in all three realms Lin would rather be hiding away.

#my writing #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #omswd fanfic #omswd lucifer #obey me fluff #omswd fluff #obey me lucifer fanfic #obey me lucifer fluff #lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x mc #omswd lucifer x mc

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winemom-culture · 5 months ago

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Very happy with housework™️ accomplished this weekend

The goal was to lock in on organizing/decorating my office space slash guest room (like we’ll have a guest here tbh lol but hey we had an extra bed so when in Rome).

Before was basically just my desk, the chair and bed (no pillows)- pictured above minus the cart, that came this weekend. And imagine a lot more shit just recklessly piled on the chair that I sorted through.

This is after, as of tonight:

Lots of good finds to make it possible like:

-The glider chair and ottoman on fb marketplace for $100 (could’ve been even cheaper but we had them deliver bc based on pics and measurements I wasn’t sure if it would fit in my car. In retrospect I think it would’ve, which is kinda tragic, but still a good deal for the 2 pieces that size in pretty great condition imo).

-Those big shelves from marketplace for $25

-The cart thing and organizer which holds all my supplies for the diamond painting I like to do as well as miscellaneous craft and office supplies for like $30 with gift card/discounts at Michael’s

-Lil white shelf (on sale), battery lamp, laptop stand, and some picture frames altogether at IKEA for probably like $100 idk I didn’t keep great track there besides knowing the shelf was on sale.

I can’t wait to be a productive little office girl in there this week.

I need suggestions to make it even more cozy. We have to get cozier.

The chair corner is getting awfully crowded but I think it needs some faux plants. And maybe a floor lamp too. I know for the full look I need to pad up my bookshelves, but I installed the shelves more or less by myself and need to be sure of their capacity to hold up- I have horrific prophetic visions of them ripping out of the wall while I’m in the chair killing me instantly, and worse, totally blowing our chances at our security deposit.

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randomshyperson · 2 years ago

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Yellow Curtains - Chapter Five - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Wanda Maximoff's senior year at Novi Grad School is duly planned for her. She has good friends, good grades, and a good system to hide who she really is. Or, the one based on Evak from the Norway Skam series, where Wanda is queer and tries to survive the last year without anyone knowing about it.

Warnings: (+18), general warnings about language and violence, legal drug use, mentions of underage drinking, high school, internalized homophobia and discovery of sexuality, explicit mentions of mental disorders (bipolarity and depression), dysfunctional family, making out, and eventual smut.

Skamverse | Series | General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

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Chapter Five - The Room

Nedelja 10:27 (Sunday 10:27 am)

Opening her eyes to a Taylor Swift poster in front of the bisexual flag startles Wanda.

She grunts in pain, however, because the hangover bursts on her senses once she fully awakens. She realizes that she is in a messy and cozy room and that in addition to Taylor's poster, there are countless others filling the walls, along with pictures, a dozen books, and most importantly, a glass of water with aspirin on the side of her bed.

As the medicine takes effect, she realizes that she is not alone in the room.

You clearly did not sleep with her. The improvised bed on the floor says so. And you are right there, close enough to touch, sitting on a chair with your back to her, nodding your head gently - a clear enjoyment of the music you are listening to in the white headphones.

Wanda lies down and looks up at the ceiling of her room, trying not to panic.

She can do this. Think about last night. Nat's birthday? Check. Much more drinking than I should have done? Check. Moaning your name during almost-sex with Vision? Holy fuck...

"You're awake." Your voice brings her out of her reveries and Wanda sits up at once, almost on alert. You spun the chair you were sitting in to look at her, and in your lap was a school book. And on your face-"

"You wear glasses." She declares, and you frown confused as if you had forgotten about them for a second. Then you chuckle, adjusting the item on your face.

"Yeah, for reading." You say shrugging. "How's your head?"

"Sore." She replies still half abruptly. How dare you find a way to make yourself more attractive than before?

You chuckle again. "Well, that's what you get for getting drunk." You mutter, adjusting the book in hand. "If you want, we always have extra towels and brushes in the bathroom. You are welcome to use any. If you want to leave, just wait for me to finish this chapter and I'll drive you."

Wanda nods, and you offer her a small smile before turning the chair around again and going back to writing.

She decides on the first option and pushes the covers away to get up. When she realizes what she is wearing, she looks up at you.

"You showered me."

You chuckle, turning your face to her again. "You stayed in your underwear, don't worry."

She grimaces. "That's not very hygienic..."

"Well, you were too drunk." You justify. "No way I was going to get you naked. Plus, I needed a little help getting you up here. You made a bit of a fuss, you know. Miles, my neighbor, helped me bring you in, and I cleaned you up so you wouldn't sleep with vomit on you. It was my bed after all. I know it's not the ideal scenario, but you're whining about Sabbath and I got nervous-"

"Y/N." Wanda interrupts her babble. "I'm not mad. Thank you. For well, everything."

You sigh, looking away. " No worries, Maximoff. The toothbrush is in the bottom drawer. The bathroom is the first door on the right."

Wanda smiles in thanks, and you go back to studying. She runs her gaze briefly through your belongings before exiting into the hallway.

From the number of items around, it is clearly a shared apartment. But everything is very cozy, and Wanda doesn't miss Natalya's organization there.

In the bathroom, there are several labels, and she smiles at the toothbrush compartment. From right to left, she reads on each one: 'Danvers One, Danvers Two, Mrs.Hill, Loki." As soon as she finds new toothbrushes, she brushes her teeth.

Wanda doesn't want to be snoopy, but somehow she can't help but look around in the bathroom cabinet. There aren't that many things different from the one in her house, except for the number of pills on the top. Before she can read any of the labels, you are in the half-opened door.

"You're kind of nosy, huh?" You don't sound really angry, but Wanda swallows dryly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You close the cabinet in front of her and shake your head. "Don't worry about it. Want to eat before you go?"

"Yeah, please.” She agrees almost immediately, and you offer her a weak smile before leading the way to the kitchen.

Wanda is surprised by the presence of another person there - It is a young man about your age, with a sleepy face.

"Good morning, Loki" You greet as soon as you enter.

"Good-Oh, hello." He corrects his own tone as soon as he sees Wanda. "You didn't tell me we had visitors, Y/N."

You sigh wearily. "She's leaving." You grumble, rummaging through the cabinets after some cereal. Loki doesn't mind.

"But she's here now." He argues, rising to greet Wanda. "I'm Loki Odinson, the coolest roommate in the house. What's your name?"

Wanda chuckles shyly, shaking his hand. "Wanda Maximoff."

"It's a pleasure." He offers her a charming smile, and you roll your eyes, parting their handshake with your body as you pass between them to grab the trays on the other side. Loki laughs, and Wanda tries to understand the dynamics.

"I told you not to flirt with my friends." You warn, but only get a roll of the eyes in return.

"You gotta learn to share, Danvers." Teases the other, to which you give an indignant laugh. "And beautiful things like that have to be admired..."

Wanda blushes for attention, and you huff in irritation, shoving a pot of cereal into her hand as you enter Loki's field of vision. The boy protests but you nod for Wanda to walk.

"Bye, Wanda, it's been a pleasure." Loki teases and the girl finds the grimace on your face cute.

She eats in your bed, but you go back to studying. The silence is not comfortable.

Wanda has a half-empty bowl of cereal when she finally decides to speak.

"I want to apologize to you." She declares expecting you to look at her. But you offer a quick glance, your attention divided between your notebook and your food.

"I'm all ears."

Wanda sighs, looking down. "I don't know where to begin."

"Usually apologies begin with 'I'm sorry." You mumble, and Wanda raises her eyes to see the mischievous little smile on your lips. She sets the bowl on your corner table, and sits up properly, her body toward you.

"Well, I'm sorry, Y/N."

You sigh, stopping short of smiling because Wanda seems genuinely regretful. You are about to say it's okay when she continues.

"I fucked up." She mutters. "The thing is, I like you. A lot. And the night at the pool was the most incredible night of my life, and when we were there, and it was just the two of us, I knew that. That I'd never felt that way with anyone before, and that it was perfect. But then..." Wanda pauses, swallowing dryly. "We left, and when we weren't together, all I had were my thoughts. And my head was just... Chernobyl. I kept thinking horrible things, and I started acting like an idiot. I was scared, and well, I'm still fucking scared but I know that what I feel, it's not going to go away. Believe me, I tried, and I just-"

"Wanda, stop." You cut her off and she shuts up immediately, aware that she is trembling. You give a small laugh "Breathe."

She hesitates but your eyes are so gentle, she eventually obeys. You repeat your request, again and again until Wanda realizes that the nervousness and anxiety from before are subsiding. "It's just you and me, talking in my room." You whisper at some point, and soon, Wanda realizes that yes, it is just you and her, talking in your room.

"Thank you for apologizing." You say when she is already breathing normally, and Wanda raises her eyes from the blanket to you. You offer her a smile before going back to reading. She becomes restless in less than thirty seconds. "I'm sorry I'm not paying attention to you. I just have to finish this chapter. I've been failing History because I can't stop thinking about a girl."

Wanda's heart skips a beat. She looks up at you, but you have your gaze on the book, the mischievous smile on your lips. "Oh, and... how is she like?" She chuckles at her own question, trying to hide how affected she is.

You grimace thoughtfully. "She's smart. Funny. She knows a lot of people but only has a few real friends. She's kind of a punk, but secretly listens to Taylor Swift."

Wanda lets out a shy giggle, and as she hugs one of her knees, she looks at your poster briefly. "I guess you two have things in common then." She says, and you smile at the innuendo before turning your attention back to the page. Wanda looks at you again. "I thought you didn't think she liked girls."

"Taylor or my girl?"

Wanda's stomach does a whole turn at the way you call her, but she disguises it. "Both?"

You laugh. "Well, after the cabin, I thought about our conversation." You recount. "Actually, I thought about everything. Just...you. And me, talking." You say with a small smile. "I wanted to keep some things so I wouldn't forget. And I can't draw, so I made that poster. I also added The Clash and Evanescence to my Spotify."

Wanda smiled. "How do you know I listen to those?"

You twitched your nose. "Well, maybe, but only maybe, I paid attention to you." You confess with a small smile, and Wanda feels her heart race in her chest. At first, she gets unresponsive, because it seems like a joke that all this time, you felt the same way she did. Failing in the same class because you noticed her as much as she noticed you.

Shy at her lack of response, you look away, taking off your glasses and closing your book to return it to the table.

"I'll take you home." You said, getting up, but Wanda looked at you pleadingly.

"Hey, maybe, we can study together." That was the first thing she thought of saying, her stomach jumping with anxiety. You frowned in surprise but laughed lightly.

"Okay? Sure, I mean. Yeah, that would be cool." You mumble clumsily, running a hand through your hair. Wanda thinks you got even more lovely. "Now?"

She is ready to say yes but remembers that she didn't even let Pietro or her mother know where she was. Denying with her head, she stands up. "I have to go home. But how about after school? When you can."

You nod quickly, turning away from her only to go to the calendars on the wall. You take out the red pen and scribble a heart with a 'WM' in it next Tuesday. Wanda thinks she is blushing.

"There, so I don't forget." You say as you return the pen to support.

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Nedelja 11:05 (Sunday 11:05 am)

Many minutes later, you drove to the other side of the neighborhood in Carol's truck. Wanda asked about your sister, and you joked about how since she started dating Natasha, she hardly showed up at the apartment. Although I missed her, it was nice to be able to use the truck so often. When Wanda asked about your motorcycle, you said it was old because it belonged to an aunt, and so it was always in need of repair. Wanda vaguely remembered the cottage and how the bike arrived broken on the back of the truck, and understood why.

You dropped her off at the corner of the complex of houses she lived in at her request.

"Can't I leave you at the door?" You asked with a confused laugh, and Wanda, who was taking off her seat belt, denied with her head. "Why?"

Instead of answering, she leaned over you and kissed you deeply.

You are taken aback by how sudden it is, and Wanda pulls away to say goodbye, but you pursue her mouth, kissing her again with need. She gasps softly, her heart racing like yours, and when your tongues touch, she feels a sharp twinge at the tip of her abdomen and breaks the kiss with an affected grunt.

"I really have to go." She recalls breathlessly, her forehead resting against yours. "And I don't want to risk getting caught like this."

"Like what?" you question equally affected, brushing your lips against theirs as you remain with your eyes closed. "With a girl? Then I won't be a girl. I'll be whatever you want me to be as long as you keep kissing me like this." You whisper, kissing your jaw and down. Wanda thinks she's going to catch fire, every cell in her body begging for your kisses again. One of your hands is firmly on her thigh, but when she feels you brush it higher, so dangerously close to where it's burning, a little bit of sense returns and she remembers that she's around the corner from home and her family must be worried.

"You're perfect just the way you are, dredge. I meant I shouldn't get caught making out in a car, not the first impression my mom should have of you. And I really have to let her know that I didn't die." Wanda jokes breathlessly, and you pull your face away to look at her, in a very passionate way that makes Wanda shudder.

"Then go before I keep you here, pretty girl." You whisper, stealing another kiss from her.

Wanda giggles against your lips, moving her hand to the doorframe and escaping your kisses before she can no longer force herself to leave.

You drive away just as Wanda passes through a gate, offering her a wink as she looks back to wave you goodbye.

Wanda has a stupid, insistent smile on her face as she enters, but it completely disappears when she walks in and sees her brother at the dining table.

Or rather, the purple on his face.

"What the hell happened to you?" she questions in concern, approaching him at a quick pace.

"Language!" Natalya complains with a cup of coffee in hand, sitting in the front chair. Pietro complains softly about Wanda's fingers on his bruises.

"It was nothing." He grumbles, but the brunette grimaces. Natalya sighs.

"He got involved in a fight." Counters her mother with certain disapproval in her voice. Wanda looks at him indignantly.

"Pietro? He doesn't fight."

"God, you two." Pietro stands up impatiently. "I told you it was nothing-"

"Who did it?"

"Wanda, mind your own business-"

"Pietro!"

But he stormed angrily out of the kitchen. Before Wanda could go after him, her mother asked her to stay. She turns away with a frustrated grumble.

Natalya watches her intently. "I let you two go to a party together last night. Your brother returned covered in bruises, and you didn't even come back. How are we going to deal with this, Wanda?"

The brunette swallows dryly, propping her hands on the chair. "I slept over at a friend's house, and my cell phone went off. I was safe. Now about Pietro, I didn't know he was in a fight."

Natalya takes a sip of her coffee quietly, looking thoughtful. "Did you sleep at a girl's or boy's house?"

Wanda sighs. "Does it make a difference?"

Her mother raises an eyebrow, half surprised. "Oh, I suppose not." She says somewhat teasingly, and Wanda swallows her nervousness downward. "As long as you wore protection..."

"Mom!" Wanda cuts in embarrassed. "It wasn't that way. And I'm sorry about Pietro, I'll find out what happened-"

"Don't worry about it." Natalya cuts her off half sad, "He didn't come alone. Your skateboarding buddy, Clint Barton, told me what happened. Pietro is the one who isn't ready to talk about it yet."

Wanda frowns. "And what happened?"

Natalya takes a sip of coffee, shrugging. "It's your brother's place to tell you."

Wanda sighs in frustration. "Okay. I need to take a shower." She leaves the kitchen tapping her feet, and realizes that Pietro has locked the bedroom door.

–//–

Ponedeljek 8:08 (Monday 8:08 am)

Wanda was aware that the stares around her were because of the bruises on her twin's face, and she hated every second of the walk to the lockers.

Pietro refused to comment on it, answering her with vague replies that it was a silly argument and she needn't have worried, and Wanda decided to stop insisting before her brother got angry with her.

But when Clint, who always rode his skateboard to school, arrived on Bucky Barnes' bike, both of them displaying identical bruises, Wanda frowned immediately. The school was staring at them, and no one disguised it when Bucky held Clint by the waist and kissed him on the mouth while leaning on the motorcycle.

"They are lovely." Natasha teased, appearing from Wanda's side of the locker and looking in the same direction as her at the entrance to the high school where Clint and Bucky were laughing at the gentle teasing of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark who arrived to greet them.

Wanda turned her face to her friend. "When did that happen? And you're okay with that? I mean, isn't Bucky kind of your ex?"

Nat laughed through her nose, shrugging and moving to greet Pietro who had finished putting the books away.

"If Clint is happy I'm happy." She replies. "And I guess it's been going on for a while, they were pretty close lately. A shame what happened on Saturday-"

"Nat." Pietro cuts in, shaking his head. The redhead frowns in confusion, and before the twin can insist, Wanda pushes his face away with her hand.

"Shut up Pietro." She says. "Tell me what happened, Nat." Insists the brunette.

Nat laughs at the siblings' dynamics, watching Pietro snort angrily before slamming his locker and storming angrily out into the classroom, leaving the two alone. Wanda doesn't care for his stubborn reaction.

"Didn't your brother tell you?"

"No, he's a stubborn idiot." She retorts. "But my best friend will tell me everything because she loves me deeply."

Nat chuckles, rolling her eyes. "Look, I think you're going to find out anyway, I heard someone manage to get the record of the whole fight from a security camera." Natasha comments, starting to walk towards the room with Wanda at her heels. "Looks like Clint, Bucky, Pietro, and Barry Allen from the race team, you know? They went to buy more drinks for the party and got back on their feet because Carol's sister was using the truck. I'm not sure why the fight started, but they were surrounded by some unknown guys in the market parking lot. It was a nasty fight, and it would have been worse if the owner hadn't threatened to call the police. When Clint called, I ended the party. I wanted to take him to a hospital, but he insisted that everyone was fine, just a little sore. I went to his home yesterday and he told me they were some homophobic bastards, and that was it."

"Fucking shit, Nat." Wanda grumbles in shock, to which the redhead just shrugs and a sad smile. Before they can enter the room, the brunette calls out to her. "Can we go out to lunch together today? I want to talk to you."

Nat raises an eyebrow, but smiles. "Of course, sweetie."

–//–

Ponedeljek 13:05 (Monday 01:05 pm)

"Look at this, it looks like I'm unblocked. I find myself obligated to fill your cell phone with memes."

Wanda smiles affectionately at your message. She retorts with a smiley and heart emoji before locking her device and walking over to her friend at the school entrance, wrapped in Carol Danvers' arms.

"Can I be a monster and interrupt the couple, ladies?" She asks aloud, and the two girls break the kiss with giggles.

"Hey, Maximoff." Carol greets without letting go of Nat, "How are you?"

"Hungry." Wanda replies truthfully receiving a giggle in return. "I will return your girlfriend after I eat, I promise."

The blonde raises an eyebrow and Natasha laughs as she does. Wanda doesn't understand the reaction, nor Carol's insouciance next, "You're going to do what with my girlfriend, Maximoff?"

"Have lunch...?"

"Stop tormenting her Carol." Nat cuts her off with a pat on the shoulder, still laughing, "Come on Wands." Nat kisses her girlfriend before pulling Wanda by the hand, and they walk out together through the schoolyard towards the food trucks and restaurants area down the street. Since they were younger, the Hex Anomaly, a -punk-alternative pub, was their favorite lunch spot. It had a rotating menu and always seemed to serve exactly what Wanda would like to eat.

The girls chatted about various subjects on the way - Wanda talked about school, Pietro and his mysterious fight, and about Erik's missed calls on her cell phone or how she was trying to get a job, and Natasha complained about boys sneaking in to spy on the school ballet practice and causing all her classmates to feel uncomfortable, and also Yelena staying in her home for the holidays this year.

Today the Hex was serving a Mexican menu, and after getting their tacos, tortillas, and nachos, Wanda and Natasha sat down at a table in the back of the crowded pub.

Natasha had just finished complimenting the food when Wanda cleared her throat and commented: "I wanted to apologize for Saturday."

But Nat shook her head, her frown slightly frowning.

"Oh, Wands, don't worry about that." She said gesturing a little. "We were both a little drunk, and I've known you for ages, I know you have no problem with me liking girls. Whatever issue you and Y/N are having is your business and I shouldn't be accusing you or yelling at you without knowing what's going on."

Wanda shakes her head. "No, Nat, I mean it. I'm sorry. I've been really jerky lately, and you're right, we've been friends forever. You tell me everything, and I want to be honest with you too."

Natasha smiles warmly, reaching out to give Wanda's hand a gentle squeeze on the top of the table before bringing it back to her lap. "All right, sweetie, tell me what you want to tell me then." Nat speaks with an encouraging smile, and Wanda takes a deep breath.

"Well, I've been acting weird because of someone I like."

Nat hums interested, raising an eyebrow. "Vision, right?"

Wanda chuckles shortly, impressed that she didn't even remember the boy's existence until he was mentioned. "No, not Vision." She says, swallowing her nervousness away. "I'll give you a hint. It's not a boy."

Natasha assumes a thoughtful expression for a moment and takes the opportunity to eat a cheese-stuffed nacho. Wanda awaits her response with her heart racing in her chest.

"Is it me?" Risks the redhead, and Wanda's eyes widen, a nervous giggle escaping her lips.

"What? No! No, of course not!"

The redhead laughs, shrugging. "What? It could be. I'm super hot." She comments, making Wanda laugh and roll her eyes.

"Not you, Nat." Wanda insists, and Natasha chuckles again before sighing.

"Well, then who?"

"Don't wanna guess?"

Nat twitches her nose. "Нет (No)." She laughs. "You have a lot of options, Wands, you know a lot of people. It's not Carol, is it? That would be weird..."

"Of course not, Natasha!" Wanda assures her laughing. She then looks down, swallowing dryly. "But it's a Danvers."

Natasha makes a soft grimace at the surprise and then gives a short laugh. "Of course. That makes sense." She says looking at Wanda. "You two had some weird tension going on, now I understand it was sexual."

Wanda laughs embarrassedly, shaking her head. " Are you not... surprised? That I'm, um... queer too?"

Nat chuckles, denying with her head. "To be honest, I always got the impression."

Wanda's eyes widen slightly. "What? How?"

Nat laughs again. "Wanda, for heaven's sake, it's not often that straight girls agree to kiss their friends at every opportunity. You were my first kiss, and second, and third..."

"Okay, I get it." Wanda interrupts with a nervous laugh, pushing back memories of drunken parties where she and Natasha would make out for 'fun'. She sighs next. "Damn, I wish I'd figured it out sooner."

Nat huffs, patting her on the shoulder. "Hey, relax. It's a hard thing. I thought I only liked girls until last year, don't you remember? And then I met Bucky. Sexuality is a complicated thing for everybody, especially if you're not straight. And let's not even talk about gender..." Wanda hums in agreement, and Natasha tastes more nachos before she speaks again. "What's going on between you and Y/N anyway? Are you two dating or is it casual?"

Wanda sighs. "I have no idea." She says. "We kissed on Sunday when she drove me home, but before that, I and half the school saw her making out with a blonde girl at your birthday party."

Nat twitches her nose. "Oh, I don't think that meant anything, honey." She says. "It was for truth or dare, and everyone was kind of drunk. But Y/N left the party with her ex-boyfriend after that..."

"I saw them arguing." Wanda retorts. "But I don't remember anything at all. I was just going around drinking like crazy instead of dealing with what I was feeling for her. And I was lucky that it was precisely Y/N who drove me to her house."

Nat gives an insinuating little smile. "And you guys slept all cuddled up, huh?"

With flushed cheeks, Wanda denies it. "She was very respectful, even made a bed on the floor for her. And I apologized for the way I was acting, and she drove me home. So we kissed in the car, and tomorrow I'm going to study at her house."

"Human anatomy I suppose." Nat teases getting another embarrassed grunt from her friend.

"History, smarty-pants." Wanda clarifies with flushed cheeks. "We are both failing at that subject."

Nat pretends to believe it. "Oh, and there's no better place to study than in her room right?"

"God, you're the worst." Wanda complains giggling, and Natasha giggles too. They eat between giggles for a moment, until the redhead says:

"I hope things work out between you guys." She says sincerely. "You seem happy. When you talk about her."

Wanda swallows dryly, nodding. "Yeah, that's how I feel around her also."

Nat offers her an assuring smile, and the two go back to eating.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #skamverse collection #alt er love series #yellow curtains

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lili863 · 1 year ago

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Flower 🌼

Ok, so a little story here of my MC and Ominis, is that while Ominis has a few nicknames for MC, like darling, love etc. He mostly calls her flower like for example, My little flower, or hello Flower, goodbye flower etc lol.

And the reason for that is Ominis notices a little quirk where MC get up from bed first thing in the morning and before anything just hangs out by the window for a little bit to soak in the Sun which is something she always does if the sun is out.

On rainy or cloudy mornings she always needs cuddles to compensate 🫣

Not only does soaking in the morning sun feel good but weirdly for MC, it energizes her, just like a flower getting its first ray of sun, haha.

On those mornings, Ominis notices MC is in an extra good mood and is ready to start the day.

They both joke about it, and Ominis found this quite endearing about her, so thats how he came up with the nickname flower 🌼 and always greets her first thing in the morning when he finds her out of bed and by the window

"Good morning flower"

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A little drabble

MC and Ominis enjoyed their days off from their work in their cozy home by the cliffside in the highlands. And being that it was sunday, today was the perfect day to just relax.

MC stirs in her bed, groggily opening her eyes, taking in the sight of a gloomy morning peeking through the window. With a small groan, she sighs and turns around to find Ominis already awake, propped up against the headboard, with a book in his hands.

Already noticeing her sour mood, Ominis couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he felt her shuffling closer to him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and snuggled up against his side.

A gentle hand felt for her back before running up her spine and finally finding her head, tucking the disheleved hair behind her ears.

"No sun today, little flower"?

His gentle yet slightly amused tone caused MC to softly grunt in return hinting her slight annyoance.

Leaning down, Ominis presses a kiss on top of her forehead, making MC sigh with a small smile.

With the comfortable silence that ensued after, Ominis lightly stroked her hair until to fell back to sleep.

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Later that day, after MC and Ominis finished lunch, MC and Ominis found themselves engrossed in their respective tasks. MC took on the task of organizing their home library, carefully arranging books and restoring order to the once cluttered shelves when gradually soft rays of sunshine gradually filtered through the expansive windows, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the previously dim space

She sighs in content sweeping her gaze across the room when her eyes were drawn to the sight of a sunbeam gracefully illuminating the couch where Ominis was seated.

Feeling the warmth of the sun, Ominis drew his head up from his book, pausing for a second before searching for MC presence. As if he had already anticipated her approach, he gently set aside his book, a soft smile gracing his lips hearing her walk towards him.

The only thing that could make this day perfect for him was to have her in his arms and relish every single aspect of her.

She paused in your steps, wondering if she would be bothering Ominis and his reading when Ominis reaches out his hands and beckoned you with a soft voice. "Come here Flower"

With a few strides, she makes her way to her lover, whom eagerly awaits her with open arms before catching her wrists and gently tugging her to straddle him comfortably.

Her legs were on resting besides either side of his hips, and she leaned down and rested her head on his chest, basking in the warm sensation of his body and the sun with a soft sigh.

His heartbeat was steady yet strong, almost lulling her to sleep.

With his hands gently resting on her thighs, he started to stroke them tenderly, feeling her gradually drifting off to sleep, her breath becoming even. In that moment, Ominis wished he could freeze time and stay like this forever. As he turned his head, he softly murmured against her hair

"Sweet dreams Flower". 🌼

#ominis imagine #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy drabbles #hogwart legacy imagines #drabble #hogwart legacy headcanons #headcanon #hogwarts legacy

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fae-iii · 9 months ago

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My Animal Crossing: New Horizons Home!

I said a while ago I might show off my old Animal Crossing house and now I am! Here we go:

Here's my home! Nothing special-looking imo, what was I going for here, traditional Japan? I'm not, like, a huge Japan-head or anything, it's a neat place… I guess? Your guess is as good as mine. Plz ignore the boring town layout.

I was kinda surprised to see that my character basically has the same face as Fae. It's like that general eye and mouth shape's been bouncing around in my head since at least 2020. Spooky. Anyway, other than that, I'm dressed as a little business freak. Didn't have anything assigned to the costume wand, I kinda wanted to see exactly what else I wore then.

So this is my kitchen/ dining room. I think it feels very warm and cozy. It's a bit like my memory of my gramma's kitchen even though it really looks nothing like it. Got pictures of Audie and Scoot on the wall. RIP, wherever they are.

OH MY GOD!!!

Uh, anyway, here's my classy trophy upstairs room where I display some of the achievement items (I don't know how to play the piano).

And an "unfinished" basement!!! With all the junk you can't bear to throw out!

It wouldn't be "Terror Island" without a spooky room!

I don't remember making this room… BUT IT'S 10/10 WOWW!!!

EXTRA:

Bob used to live here, but… he must've moved out? I thought they didn't do that without saying goodbye first; he knows I have abandonment issues 😿. This other guy also named Bob moved in and he's just not the same. Do you think maybe he did something to the real Bob🙀?? This is scaring me you guys!!!

So that's basically it, you're not missing much seeing the island, it unfortunately doesn't live up to the namesake "Terror Island." Just the normal amount of barely-organized flower arrays littering the entire island like I'm certain >90% of islands are. There needed to be, like, a better way of growing plants without taking up all the room and being left with so much slow digging busywork, probably one of the reasons why I lost steam with the game.

#Animal Crossing #ACNH #ACNH Home

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bedforkid · 2 months ago

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Loft Bed Bedding by Age: Perfect Choices for Kids, Teens, and Adults

Loft Bed Bedding by Age: Discover the Perfect Styles for Every Age Group!

Loft Bed Bedding by Age! These elevated beds are a fantastic combination of fun and functionality, providing a cozy sleeping area while maximizing floor space in your child's room. When choosing loft bed bedding, it's important to consider the age of your child and their specific needs. Let's explore age-appropriate styles for kids and teens! Key Takeaways: - Choose loft bed bedding that is suitable for your child's age. - For younger kids, consider low loft beds with fun features like slides and playhouse designs. - High loft beds are perfect for older kids and teens, offering ample space for studying, playing, and storage. - Consider the size of the bed and room, as well as safety features like sturdy guardrails. - Shop for loft bed bedding sets that cater to different age groups to ensure a comfortable and functional sleep space.

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Conclusion

When it comes to creating a comfortable and functional sleep space for your child, choosing the right loft bed bedding by age is crucial. Consider important factors such as bed size, height, space optimization, and safety features to make an informed decision. For older kids and teenagers, high loft beds with ample storage options are a great choice. These beds provide plenty of space underneath for various activities and allow you to maximize the functionality of the room. On the other hand, younger children will love the safe and fun features that low loft beds offer, such as slides, curtains, and playhouse designs. No matter which type of loft bed you choose, there are numerous options available to suit every child's needs and preferences. Look for loft bed bedding sets that cater specifically to different age groups, ensuring the perfect match for your child's dreamy sleep space.

FAQ - Loft Bed Bedding by Age

What factors should I consider when choosing a loft bed for my child's room? When choosing a loft bed, consider your child's age, room size, and specific needs. High loft beds create ample space underneath for various activities and offer storage options. Low loft beds are designed for younger children and come with fun features like slides and playhouse designs. What are the benefits of high loft beds? High loft beds maximize floor space by creating a treasure trove of space underneath for activities like sleeping, studying, playing, and storage. They also allow you to add a desk, dresser, or bookshelf to make the room more functional. What are the features of low loft beds? Low loft beds are designed with younger children in mind and offer a safe and cozy sleeping space. They come with features like slides, curtains, and playhouse designs that spark imagination and creativity. Although they have less space underneath compared to high loft beds, pullout desks and additional storage options can still be incorporated. What bed sizes are suitable for different age groups? For kids aged 4-10, twin beds or junior beds are the most suitable options. Twin beds offer longevity and can be used as guest beds in the future. For kids aged 6-9, low loft beds and mid loft beds strike a balance between bed height and under-bed space. As children enter middle school (10 years and up), twin or full-sized beds may be appropriate, depending on their growth and bedroom size. What Loft Bed Bedding by Age options are available? There are plenty of loft bed bedding by age sets available to suit different groups. Whether you have a high loft bed for older kids or a low loft bed for younger children, you can find bedding sets that cater to specific age groups. Consider factors such as bed size, height, and safety features when choosing loft bed bedding.

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