#sorry for any grammar mistakes English is not my native language though I hope to had made me understood

[lilysnotes]

Personally, I like when simple images tell a story. By that I mean that when I look at some illustration, and most importantly, when I draw, I look for that spark that brings everything together and it's capable to transmit a feeling. It's not easy, it's not simple. To be able to set a scene and shower the spectator with emotions is a talent, one that shouldn't be taken for granted.

We see amazing artists everyday in our feeds and sometimes I feel people sleep on what art really makes you feel, the way it moves you, us. And sometimes I encounter an artist like this, an artist that freezes me, that shocks me and wakes up. I'm thankful.

I can't help but be amazed at the way a story develops Infront of me, through a static image. And to be honest I'm quite jealous at how she is capable to do this, since I've tried for years, and I rarely achieve it. It's so personal to me when people are this talented. I'm impressed, I'm fascinated, I need more people to see this, are you seeing the same thing I am? I'm speechless. What was that phrase that says "slices clean in half- slices in a clean half"? I don't remember it but I'm certainly torn into pieces by this.

Well, just check the artist, let her drown you in dramatic colours and fierce brush strokes. I really really hope you see what I do, everyone should, at least once every lifetime.

[canarias-stuff]

Our Story (Bakugou Katsuki X Midoriya Izuku) - Oneshot

Summary:

Once, a 5 years old Katsuki and a 4 years old Izuku dreamed of being heroes. Now, a 17 years old Katsuki and a 16 years old Izuku were actually recognized as heroes. Katsuki wondered if one day they could walk side by side, as heroes, as friends, as rivals, as whatever they were allowed to be. Because no matter what happened in the future, Katsuki would be beside Izuku, and if the embers ever fade, he would definitely be there to rekindle the flames. This was their story after all. The story of how they became heroes… …together. (SPOILERS FROM MANGA - CHAPTER 424!!!!)

Notes:

The oneshot is short, I just wanted to write what I think that Katsuki thought while saying those words (the manga words from chapter 424), that's all.

Still, I hope that you liked this story.^^

See you!

P.S: English is not my native language, so sorry for possible grammar mistakes. I don't have a beta reader, so as soon as possible I will correct possible mistakes.^^

P.S.2: I also have this story at AO3 and Fanfiction.net under the name "Mistsukis2"!

Link Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56303923

Link fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14360791/1/Our-Story

“But I can still feel some left embers…” 

Once, All Might said that he was helping Izuku in his own way to find redemption. And even if he didn’t admit that, not even for himself, somewhere in his being, he knew that was exactly what he was doing, or trying to do.

Katsuki could admit that he treated Izuku like shit for most of their life, that’s why he apologized just a few days ago. He really meant it.

Izuku was Izuku, gentle and carrying Izuku. The green haired kid had forgiven him on the spot, if not a long time ago. Because, why would a victim of bullying keep trying to reach their bully?

But it didn’t matter anyway. It didn't matter if Izuku forgave him or not. He wanted to make up for his errors, even if it took him his whole life, because Izuku was…

Truth be told, Katsuki didn’t know what to call their relationship anymore. 

Childhood friends? 

Rivals?

Something…more?

The thing was, they were important to each other to some degree, at which degree, they would find out later. 

Right now…

Izuku just said “embers”. That meant…

“How can you still walk around, brat?!”

His mother was yelling at him, she and his father were trying to stop him from entering the hospital room where Izuku and All Might were, but he didn’t give a shit, there was something really important happening right in front of his eyes.

“KACCHAN! I’m so glad that you are safe!” Izuku yelled, at the same time that his mother apologized for their intrusion, saying something about him being worried.

Any other time, Katsuki would yell back, denying the accusation, but…

“Embers…” The word left his mouth before he could process the whole situation. It felt bitter. “Then…it means that you are…”

Izuku was still smiling. A soft and gentle smile. He just sacrificed the one and only thing that he has ever wanted, and he was still smiling, just like back then, when they were 5 years old, holding an All Might card and sure that one day they would be heroes together.

“...quirkless…”

The word felt hard and heavy on his tongue.

The first time that they fought for real Shigaraki and All For One, the first time that they landed in the hospital, badly, badly injured, Katsuki wasn’t allowed to see Izuku. And he didn’t have the chance later either, because Izuku left solo right after, leaving behind a shit excuse of a letter explaining his reasons.

This time around, no one would stop him, he would check if the nerd was doing as good as possible, and wasn’t planning another escape. Because this time Katsuki would definitely stop or join him.

That wasn’t necessary though…

Katsuki should have prepared himself for another kind of blow.

“Hum.” Izuku sounded…fine for some reason. “But…from the start, it was something that I didn’t have, so it’s okay, I don’t regret anything. It felt like…I was allowed to see a really great dream.”

What the hell…?

Izuku had both arms bandaged, just like him. They were both badly hurt, and if anyone looked at them now, they wouldn’t know who had it worse. Katsuki was allowed to keep his right arm, his quirk depends on the sweat of the palm of his hands, but Izuku…he just lost the quirk that he worked so hard to control.

Why?

Didn't he just tell the doctor that he would give his all in physiotherapy, because he wanted to follow Izuku's example? Even when Izuku was still quirkless, the green haired boy gave his everything to achieve his goals, never giving up on his dream.

That’s why Katsuki wondered why that was happening now.

“What kind of trick did you use?! How can a quirkless kid pass the test?!”

“Then, I have to go beyond it! No! I need to go beyond it!”

“Don’t let me surpass you, Izuku.”

“Eh…” Shock. Realization. The more he looked back at his memories, the more he wondered: why ?

Was that some kind of twisted punishment? Because he was horrible to Izuku while growing up? If that was a punishment, fucking hell , why wasn’t he the only one to draw the short end of the stick?! Why did Izuku have to be dragged into that too?

Izuku didn’t deserve that. After everything that he went through…he deserved better.

“Cry-Crycchan???!!!”

Katsuki didn’t even realize that he was crying until Izuku pointed it out…loud and dramatically. Was that his new nickname?

Fuck…just when I finally acknowledged ‘Kacchan’?!

He only knew how to yell, anger and frustration were feelings that by now he knew how to deal with, but this ? How was he supposed to put into words all this…guilty? Shame? Overflowing feelings? He didn’t know!

“No…I don’t like it…” There was a lump on his throat, and he refused to acknowledge that he just hiccuped. He felt like a kid again. Powerless. “Seriously…?”

The tears were falling without his consentment, the bandages on his face and hand were getting wet, it didn’t matter how hard he tried, it didn’t stop.

“Seriously…what the hell was I doing to you…?” He hated the way his voice trembled, why was he feeling desperate like that when Izuku was the one who lost everything? The only one who got his dream destroyed? 

The tears were blurring Izuku’s face, but Katsuki was sure that the green haired boy had a troubled expression right now.

“I just thought…” 

He was naive. 

“...that somehow…we would be like that forever…” 

Naive. Too naive Katsuki. 

“...competing and chasing after each other you know…”

He thought that after all this fucking war, things would go back to…normal…

Classes. Living under the same dorm’s roof. More classes. Fights. Competitions.

He would chase after Izuku, and Izuku would chase after him.

Normal stuff, right?

But what was ‘normal’ now?

“S-stop, this is not like you…” Izuku stumbled on his words, sounding troubled now. “I still have the embers! It’s just that my body is currently weak, so my mental strength also got weak!”

Right…All Might was able to keep fighting with OFA’s embers…Izuku would be able to do the same…he could still live his dream…

The hell was he doing? He was supposed to be the one comforting Izuku, not the other way around. So why couldn’t he stop the tears from coming out?

Why was he…so wea-

“You two really got strong.”

All Might's voice was still fragile, but his words were far from that. That only sentence put a stop to the chaotic thoughts on his head.

“You have changed a lot since the first time we met.” He continued, looking between him and Izuku.

Gentle, but powerful words. Words meant to comfort, but trying to pass a message.

“The Midoriya shounen that ran with all his might that day is my hero, but right now, you are everyone’s hero. And also, Bakugou shounen who gave me more time…”

All Might had always been their idol, the type of hero that they wanted to be, and here he was, implying that no matter what had happened in their complicated past, no matter what would happen or what they decided to do from now on, they, he and Izuku…

“You are the greatest heroes. So thank you!”

He wasn’t the only one crying anymore, Izuku had always been a crybaby, so of course he would start crying while hearing such words of praise. Not that he could fault Izuku here, Katsuki was the first one to start crying anyway.

But hearing that felt oddly reassuring.

Izuku smiled between sobs, and Katsuki did the same.

Hearing those words made Katsuki think that somehow things would work out eventually. 

For him. 

For Izuku. 

For both of them.

…

Once, a 5 years old Katsuki and a 4 years old Izuku dreamed of being heroes.

Now, a 17 years old Katsuki and a 16 years old Izuku were actually recognized as heroes. It wasn’t a dream anymore, it was their reality.

That’s why Katsuki wondered if one day they would walk side by side, as heroes, as friends, as rivals, as whatever they were allowed to be.

Because no matter what happened in the future, Katsuki would be beside Izuku, and if the embers ever fade, he would definitely be there to rekindle the flames.

This was their story after all.

The story of how they became heroes…

…together.

[agustdenovo]

about me!

hello hello, luna here for my mandatory introductory post :D

i go by luna across my grand total of 3 fic-related socials (tumblr, ao3, spotify)

pronouns: she/her thank u

i am a fic writer, mainly for bts atm but who knows, i might pick up writing for some other groups down the line!!

i am not a minor and some of my writing may contain nsfw themes, please refrain from interacting with such works if you are under the age of 18

bts is my ult, and i am a yoongi-biased army since 2019 <3 (cough jungkook is my bias wrecker if ur curious cough butalsoitchangeslikeeveryfewmonthsso)

english is not my native language, so i'm sorry in advance if i make any mistakes with my language/grammar/vocabulary!

idk what else to add here so. i hope you enjoy reading my works!! (if ur not here for that, that's cool too though have a nice day 👍)

[fragiledewdrop]

Hello, and sorry in advance for the long post, but this is really interesting to me :)

Based on my own experience and that of those who study English at university with me, it tends to be phrasal verbs and prepositions. By a mile. Even people who could almost pass for native speakers mess them up, and learning them is really hard because there's no rhyme or reason to them , so either you a) straight up memorize endless lists (rarely effective), or b) listen to and read so much material in English that you eventually pick most of them up by osmosis. Either way, you will still make mistakes.

English grammar is fairly easy, though, especially the verb system. I speak a Romance language. Irregular verbs in English have only three forms each, sometimes two. Irregular verbs in my language, or in Spanish, or in French? They can have six different forms just for the basic present tense. I feel your pain, OP, because I am learning French too, and I would take the whole of English morphology over the French Indicative any day with zero hesitation.

Plus, irregular verbs in English were mostly formed through vowel alternation, which was the productive morphological process before you switched to adding -ed (I think it was in Early Modern English? I have to check.) That means it's not actually random. There are patterns: swim/swam/swum, sing/sang/sung, run/ran/run; bring/brought, teach/taught, catch/caught, think/thought.

They sound very similar, even to someone who knows knows nothing about linguistics. Once you figure it out, they are not that difficult to remember. Same with adding -en to some participles. There are still a few wild cards, but it's not that overwhelming.

What is hard, on the other hand, is figuring out aspect: do you use the Simple Past or the Present Perfect? The Future Simple or the Future Continuous? I have given English lessons, and this is what they are about, mostly, especially in high school. Then again, this is a problem when learning any language that is not very closely related to your own. My brother has a Master's degree in Japanese, and he had very, very similar issues there.

One thing that often gets overlooked, but is really hard to get into your head when you are an Italian speaker, is that English is a non-pro-drop language. It means you cannot omit the subject, even if you have to use the same pronoun five times in the same sentence. That is difficult for us, because not only is that not the case at all in our language (we can form whole sentences where the subject is implied; we do it all the time) but we absolutely abhore repetition. It feels extremely weird at the beginning. As I have been told, repeatedly, "it sounds wrong".

Also, in English you never put the verb before the subject. The order is strictly Subject Verb Object, except for questions, where Verb and Subject are switched. Our language is way more flexible about that (it still has nothing on fusional languages that use cases, which know no fear of man nor god when it comes to word order. Think German, Latin, or-lord help us- Ancient Greek.) In Italian we might say "è finita la partita", but in English you can't say "is over the football match". You have to switch the order of the components to put the subject first: "the football match is over". This becomes a recurring, pesky issue with longer sentences, especially when writing long texts.

Lastly, well, spelling and pronunciation, obvioulsy. I think a lot of native speakers are in a bit of a pickle there too. It's just the way the etymological cookie crumbled. At least you don’t have random accents on your vowels xD

That's it, mostly. There are a million different things to say about this, but I really need to go to bed. I hope it was interesting, and not extremely boring🌸

Native English speaker here who thinks learning French is hard so I was curious

Bonus points for tagging your native language

[causeimhappinesss]

Hate makes you blind (Albert Wesker x reader)

Request: Hey, do you still do requests? If so, could you do a situation where Excella almost gets Wesker's S/O killed? Whether accidentally or on purpose?

Warnings: violence, manipulation?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

Excella was a bitch. She would do anything to have power, next to Albert, to dominate the world.

She had been raised in a family of aristocrats, where backstabbing, literally, was common. Anything for power and success. And even though she hated you, she would never try to kill you, because she knew her plans with Wesker would be compromised. Instead, she preferred to bully you in her own way, when he wasn't around. First, she'd throw scathing remarks at you to prick your heart and hope you'd walk away from Wesker, then leave him. You kept it all to yourself, knowing that if Albert was aware, he wouldn't hesitate to make Excella regret it, because you weren't as bad as she was. In reality, no one knew what you were doing with him. Sure, you weren't innocent, but you had your dark sides, though it wasn't as intense as your partner's.

"Stop eating so much, I can see rolls on your stomach. Albert likes fit girls."

This woman thought that with her breasts implants and flat stomach, she could hold Albert close to her. Seeing that she was wrong was eating her up inside and by extension, the only way she could hurt you was to attack your looks and...

Your intelligence.

"Geez, can't you keep up a little?! It's not hard to tell the difference between these two chemicals!"

You didn't have a science background and neither did she, but she loved to put you down at every opportunity. Over time, you had learned to ignore her and her disparaging remarks, as well as her disapproving looks. At your expense, you had found out, since your adolescence, to live your life as you wanted and to get over this kind of behavior. You had also learned to be selfish and do what you wanted, even if it meant hurting the ego of women like her, or other people close to you who begged you to leave Albert.

That day was incredibly hot. Unbearable, even. In fact, you had decided to stay in the laboratories, where you lived with Albert, because the complex was so huge that you owned a flat. You had a gigantic domain with something to keep you busy, but you preferred to seek the coolness of the air conditioning. So you found yourself wandering the corridors of Tricell's laboratories, looking for some kind of activity. Even though you weren't a doctor or a scientist, you loved to help out when you could, when it was safe to do so. Albert would never allow any virus near you and if he found out, he might get mad and fire a few people in the process. Your help was so appreciated, that Excella had begun to do the same, to gain sympathy from others, to compete with you who seemed to overshadow her. Many thought more of you than of her.

It became so ridiculous that she loved to take risks.

That day was no exception. You saw her giving orders to a team of men moving metal drums with the biohazard logo on them. When she noticed you, she rolled her eyes and you closed the distance between you.

"Excella, what are you doing? It's not our job to..."

"What do you want from me now? To prove once again that you are right? Don't you have other things to worry about?" she cut you off, in an aggressive tone.

Anger surged through your veins, tired of her being so snippy with you, like a rabid Chihuahua. Obviously, no one seemed to have taught her kindness and politeness.

"For once, wouldn't you like to be more courteous? No matter what I say to you, you raise your voice and insult me. You have a serious problem, Excella. If you want, I can make an appointment for you with a psychiatrist!" you shouted, exacerbated by his behavior.

You smiled, as her face darkened and her eyes flashed at you like a wild animal ready to pounce on its prey. Suddenly, she grabbed her gun from her thigh, as if rage had really taken over her body.

"You little bitch, you're always in my way to cause trouble!" she shouted. 

Some workers stopped to watch the scene, shocked that she could point her Glock at another person.

Was she going to shoot?

When you saw her index finger come dangerously close to the trigger, you knew she was going to shoot. Immediately, you ran as fast as you could. A blast tore the silence of the corridors. A bullet pierced the floor two meters from your feet. Another bullet split the air and ended up behind your feet, this time a meter away. Her laughter rang out, almost Machiavellian, as if she had lost her mind.

You pushed on your calves and forced on your lungs, where the air flowed with difficulty. When you turned your head to make sure she hadn't followed you, a tiny vehicle unloading drums in the right room braked and swung around to avoid you. 

Everything happened so fast. The liquid in one of the drums spurted out, the metal ripped open, and hit your face. Droplets entered your eyes and you screamed. Your eyes were burning. The pain was unstable. You fell backwards.

You plunged into total darkness.

*

"How could something like this happen?!" screamed a husky male voice.

"I... I just wanted to scare her and..." his victim stammered, taking a few steps back.

"Scare her?"

"Albert, please!"

Wesker grabbed Excella by the neck and slammed her against the wall. Both of his hands were gripping her so tightly she wasn’t breathing anymore, her face turning red, purple, then blue. She tried to scratch his hands to make him release her, in vain. She could already see herself dying in the hands of her partner, the famous virologist Albert Wesker. Finally, when she was about to faint, he released her and threw her to the ground like a rag doll. With his snake-like eyes, he scrutinized her like a vermin.

Of course, as soon as the accident had happened and Y/N had been taken care of by other doctors, he had gone to her hospital bed and had done everything possible to save her. She had gone blind because of Excella's fault.

"I should gouge your eyes out for what you did to her," he threatened her in an angry tone.

The woman on the ground looked up at him, panting, her head spinning, stars dancing in front of her eyes. She tried to catch her breath, but her lungs and her throat made her suffer, pushed her into agony.

"Please, it was an accident..."

"I won't do it, not today, not tomorrow. But I want you to know that I will, one day. Every act has consequences." he replied, in a sepulchral voice.

On this, he turned his feet and turned back to the bedside of his beloved. Once in the room, he took a seat on the chair next to the medical bed, and stroked your hand. You sighed, a sign that you had just woken up, and squeezed his hand in return. 

A bandage covered your eyes. This simple fact frightened you as much as the news given by one of the doctors: "You have lost your sight, Miss "L/N". I apologize."

You were going to be in the dark for the rest of your life. Well, no, because what you were experiencing was indescribable. It wasn't black because you couldn't see. It was... different. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf. Your heart was beating. In fact, it was bleeding... You held back from crying, knowing that the pain in your eyes, despite the painkillers, would get worse.

"She'll never come near you again."

You didn’t answer, your lips pursed, your mind elsewhere, something Albert seemed to notice. He sighed, released your hand and massaged his temples. Of course, he was dying to hand Excella over to a horde of zombies, but he knew he'd find a worse fate later. 

"I have a solution to give you back your eyesight. For that, you have to trust me."

You swallow hard, aware that no normal solution was available to you. Albert had worked on different projects: medicines, but also biological weapons. But no drug could restore your sight...

"The T-virus?" you dared to ask, in a veiled voice.

"Yes. It will regenerate your whole body. Just let me find the perfect dosage for your body... I promise you'll get better."

Wesker placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand and stroked your chin.

And you'll be almost as powerful as me, we'll rule together... he mused, a toothy smile on the edge of his lips. For him, it was just a blessing in disguise. Excella had simply found the right opportunity for him to make you evolve.

To make you his most beautiful creation.

***

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[dreamingcloudie]

⭐In the midst of stars, I see you twinkle from afar - Venti x gn!reader🌠 (OLD)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character(s): Venti x gn!reader

Summary: In which you danced under the stars with our favorite bard <3

Word count: ~1k

Warning(s): Fluff, it is implied that the reader has low self-esteem(?), I can't write poems lol

A/N: First fic on this blog WOOHOO! This is kind of a comfort fic actually. I thought of this during class and I can't resist writing it. I'm pretty nervous to post this. I don't think it turned out how I wanted it but that's okay, or else how am I supposed to learn, hm? Gotta start somewhere y'know

Anyways, I hope you like it! Also, English is not my native language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes. I'm an amateur writer so any constructive criticisms are welcomed!

The tiny dots in the night sky were something you have adored ever since you were little. Always begging your parents to tell you the tales of the constellations. The shining stars were like a glimpse of hope guiding you through the night. You longed to be like them, to be someone's hope.

The traveler, however, also known as the honorary knight. They have what it takes to protect the city. Hack, they were able to take down a dragon without even batting an eye. You wished you have that kind of strength.

For now though, perhaps helping people around Mondstadt with small errands would be enough to fill that satisfaction. You wanted to be able to do more, but biting off more than you can chew was not always a good thing.

Today was like any other day. You went around the city, asking if anyone needed a hand. Fortunately, Margaret needed help with something. One of her felines, Nelson, went missing again. Finding him was pretty easy. All you need was to carry some food on you and this little cutie would come to you.

"There you are, Nelson," You muttered as you kneeled down to pick him up. He meowed and tried to get out of your grasps, wanting to go back to his meal.

"Sorry buddy, you can have more when you're back at Cat's Tail. Your owner is pretty worried, y'know."

You brought him back and Margaret was relieved to see him purring contentedly in your arms.

"Oh, you little rascal! Don't you go running off and scare me like that again!" Despite being scolded, Nelson only responded by looking at her with a pair of innocent eyes, effectively striking both of your hearts.

"Thank you so much (Y/n)! Mondstadt needs more people like you honestly, it would make our lives so much easier." To others, that sentence doesn't mean much. But to you, it means the world.

You nodded your head, as your way of saying "My pleasure." And with that, you went on your merry way.

Time went by pretty fast today, you finished helping people with little tasks and it was already nighttime.

You went to Starsnatch cliff to take a break from the crowded city. The breeze today was gentle. Winds blowing against your face was a pretty relaxing sensation after a day of hard work.

"The wind is pretty nice today, don't you think?" A voice could be heard from behind and it startled you. You turned around and prayed to whoever it was to not hurt you-

"Woah, calm down! I'm just a humble bard. No need to get so alarmed!"

It was a bard in green. You've seen him wandering around the city and playing on his lyre near the church. The songs that he played were always so calming.

"You're a jumpy one, aren't cha- ah- aCHOO!" He let out a sneeze and backed away for a bit.

"Ah- you've been around cats, haven't you?"

"Huh, how did-"

"How did I know? Well, you see, I'm allergic to those furry creatures."

He proceeded to sit down at the edge of the cliff, dangling his feet in the air.

"Come sit down, you came here for a reason, no?" You moved from your spot and sat down next to him as he let out a hearty laugh.

Silence fell upon the both of you. You wanted to say something but didn't want to be awkward. Instead, you gazed at the stars.

"My name is Venti. What's yours, fair lady/gentlmen?"

Taken back from the sudden question, you uttered "(Y/n)."

"(Y/n)..." he repeated.

"That's a really pretty name, ehe!"

============================

It has been a month since your first meeting with the bard.

Meeting him at Starsnatch cliff every night has become a regular thing between the both of you.

You were seated on the grass and someone came up to you. You didn't need to turn to know who it was. The two of you have formed a strange yet close bond.

Little words were spoken, and yet, you feel comforted whenever his presence was near.

Today was a little different though.

As usual, the both of you met up on the cliff and just kept each other company. There were barely any clouds in the sky, making the stars shine brighter than ever.

Venti let out a hum as he was thinking of something.

He stood up abruptly and held out a hand.

You looked at his hand with confusion written all over your face.

"Let's dance (Y/n)!"

"But I don't know how to..."

"That's okay, it's pretty simple. Don't worry, I'll guide you."

You stood up and hesitantly took his hand. His hand felt warm. Such a nice feeling.

Slowly, he put your other hand onto his shoulder. And like that, the both you swayed from side to side, with the only audience being the stars in the sky.

You looked at him in the eyes and they were mesmerizing. Behind those green irises, you felt as if you could see through him. After all, eyes are the windows to one's soul.

"In the midst of stars,

I see you twinkle from afar.

I can't seem to fathom though, my dearest,

How you shine the brightest."

The little poem he composed made you giggle. Oh, how you longed to stay like this forever. Feeling such love under his gaze. But for now, you shall enjoy the moment.

"You know, I never thought I would get to experience this feeling, you really are special, hm? Out of every star in the sky, you're the brightest one."

There you two, waltzing into the night and shall dawn grant you a brand new day.

[beautifulplaceofyouth]

JJK FF/Royal guard

CHAPTER FIVE | SERIES

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6

Ch. 7

When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook!fallen angel!royal guard! × fem!reader!virgin!princess

Word count: 3.1k

Rating: +18 / not really smut but still playing with dirty words

Genre + warnings: Fluff, angst, paranormal romance, historical fanfiction, Kook being cold and mysterious ,being his sexy self, being soft for you . A little bit horny and possessive towards his princess, a lot of kissing on the neck and lips, being seductive and a big tease. Claiming his princess by bitting her in the neck. The story isn’t real, just my imagination running wild so just enjoy reading!

a/n: sorry for the late update, a lot of going on in my life, a lot of work and everything so yeah, at least I had time for the new chapter. This was not a request, just wanted to write something new and really hope you like it. The English is not my native(first) language so please excuse some grammar mistakes if you notice something, thanks!

9:20PM

Dread, excitement, worry fills your lungs as you sit on your queen sized bed staring at the door like it would slam open any minute now, not knowing what will happen if that really will happen.

After your guard left you breathless and shocked in the bath where the water got cold by the time his shadow disappeared, you didn't know what to do or think.

His words repeatedly stuck in your memory as you continued to sit there.

If that's how you want me, you could just asked. You will always be mine, remember that, princess so I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight when I arrive after I'm done with your father. And one more thing, I own you.

You still couldn't believe he said that to you. Your most trusted guard given by your own father. He always was silent and guarded around you, trying not to show his true emotions. At first you thought he is just capable of violence and silence but now you started to question everything.

Seeing him softening towards you these past days has shown you glimpses of his true heart. Even though he was a killer, a trained assassin, he still could behave like a true man who cares for the things he loves. For example, his family. It was truly admirable.

After you got out of the bath with shaky legs, still feeling his shadow's touch, it was hard to think straight after Jungkook said those words to you, promising to be there with you after he has finished business with the king. What does that even mean to you both? What will happen?

As you sat there, at the edge on your bed, squeezing your legs together and playing with your pajamas shirt from nerves, you were too worried what will happen if Jungkook lied to you and will not show up in the end. Maybe he just played you so you behave?

Remembering his last words about owning you, a delightful thrill went through your body, loving his possessive tone even from his projected form. Does that mean he likes you? Like the men from those romance stories with their princesses? Does he love you?

Maybe you were too naive to think that because you never felt that feeling with another human being and on top of that, he was not entirely human, that would be too much but as you thought about it, maybe you always wanted that when you first met him. He was so scary when you first saw him but after awhile you stared to see him more. You just didn't want to be too close to him, knowing how he acts around you as a guard but deep in heart, you knew there is more to him than meets the eye.

Before you would have refused but this time you were ready.

1:35AM

He lied.

He is not coming.

Disappointment and hurt crushes your heart like never before.

Four hours later and still no signs of him because even when you went to look for him in the hallway, outside your room, there were just regular guards in their posts, guarding the princess as they politely nodded their head at her when they saw her. Her favorite guard not in sight.

Angry that you believed him, you forced your way back to your quarters to go to sleep. You were tired waiting and the next time Jungkook says something like that, you will not let him play with your feelings and heart like that. You were nothing special to him but for a second there you thought maybe he feels something for you too. Not a chance.

Sighing loudly in your quiet room, you slipped under your covers, shivering as you felt a chill in the air but thinking nothing of it, you closed your eyes and let your mind drift to sleep as exhaustion took over your body once more.

A hard weight settling over your body and a big hand covering your mouth were the first things you noticed as you woke up in the middle of the night and started struggling in their hold as you realized you are trapped under a big and strong body, your tries of escaping failing miserably as you whimpered in distress but a second later, a hot breath fanned over your cheek and you felt their mouth leaning towards your ear.

When their words reached your hearing, you froze as the deep husky voice whispered in your ear, making you stop your rushed movements.

"It's me, princess, " all too familiar voice said to you and you shivered, sudden desire licking you in places where no one ever has been.

"Did you miss me?" His scent giving you dizziness when he removed his hand from your mouth to lean his face to your neck, brushing his nose against the shell of your ear, leaving fire in his trail when you deeply breathed, his soft hair tickling your eyes.

When your sight sharpened in the dark, you noticed his wings are shielding you both, embracing your bodies as the soft feathers brush against your bare skin.

"Did you wait for me, kitten? Thought I will not come for you tonight?" Your guard teased you with his lips against your throat, his hot tongue on your skin making you moan in embarrassment even though you forced yourself to stop the sound but no avail as you continue to lay there beneath his big body, your own smaller frame melting in his embrace as the forbidden feelings washed over you, your core weeping in the process.

"Jungkook...." you whisper, not understanding your body response to his closeness, his voice and his words in your ear. The effect he has on you is ridiculous.

"Did you forget already?" His eyes flash in the darkness and you gasp when he growls, thinking you made him mad," Didn't I said I own you?"

You gulp," Y-yeah but what about d-dad? He will punish you and I don't want you to be hurt because of me."

Jungkook closes his eyes and curses under his breath, your concern for him endearing him even more even though you should be afraid of him being in this position as you just stare at him vulnerable and ready for him, not even trying to get away. Trusting him with your life.

You were such a angel. Even without wings, you were truly perfect.

He didn't deserve you. He was too damaged to be with you, his demons sometimes getting in the way but you still saw him as your hero and he didn't want to change that. Your heart was only meant for him and no one else.

But smelling your incredible scent in the air, feeling you becoming wet under his touch, it was too much to handle. It was almost impossible to control himself from fucking you and claim you to himself as you whimpered when his lips kissed your neck, that spot giving you goosebumps all over your body, your back arching, giving him access to your neck fully.

Such a vulnerable spot as you didn't realize that you are submitting to him.

You were like a kitten, purring and seeking love and attention, wanting to be petted and touched in all places when you rested your hands on his bare chest, his muscles tensing under your touch but the feel of him so close and without his armor was too hard to resist as you trailed your fingers against his pecks and abs, his stomach like a hard rock, feeling every dip and bump. The exploration of his sculptured body was a torture and bliss, touching him like that for the first time since you were introduced to him.

Growling again when your palms reached the waistband of his leather pants, his control snapped when Jungkook took you by the throat, lifting your face up and smashed his mouth on yours, kissing you for the first time.

Your sweet taste had him biting your lower lip and you gasped from the pain when he showed his tongue inside your hot mouth, tangling it with yours, dominating the kiss completely.

It was your first time and you didn't know what to expect from your first kiss but surely it wasn't this.

Jungkook made you forget your own name as he took over your senses, his possessive kiss making you almost pass out from how intense he is kissing you but you loved every second of it as you tasted his lips and tongue, his lip ring giving you a delicious thought as you tried to tug it between your lips and that move made him groan in shock, not expecting that.

Stopping your movements because it made him crazy, he pinned your wrists above your head and stared at you in the darkness, breathing heavily, his orbs flashing like thunder when you felt his big bulge jerk against your core as you moaned again, not understanding any of this.

This is how it feels when men pleasures women? Like heaven and hell as you just want more and more, begging another to give relief?

Leaning towards your face, Jungkook's voice is a deadly whisper," Why do you tempt me so much? Why do you have to challenge me at every turn? Why do you make me want you so much?" His tone is desperate, filled with guilt and anger but under that lays hope and possessiveness, meaning - he hates the thought to have you because you are off limits but you're only his, no one can have you if its not him. Ever.

Your lip trembles, hearing his words, feeling wanted and almost loved by your crush. Your handsome guard. Does he really feels the same way?

"Jungkook...please," you breathed desperately.

"What do you want, little one?"

"You," the truth slipped past your lips without hesitation to which Jungkook groaned, almost like he was in pain when he brushed his lips against your ear, teasingly leaving heated kisses against your bare skin.

"Do you? Don't you think you will be in trouble when the king sees his loyal guard touching his daughter, the queen next in line when it is your time to rule?"

You shook your head, " I will not be but he can do something to you if that happens, it will be our secret, I swear," you pleaded, not wanting him to leave you once this is over. It would kill you.

He chuckled. The sound giving you shivers.

"You know better that I can easily kill anyone, no one can punish me without my permission, even your dearest father. I'm not a good man for you, princess. I'm just doing my job but you just had to get under my skin, don't you?" Now sneering, you trembled from his sudden anger but still embracing his emotions.

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means, " hissing through his teeth, he nips your earlobe as he speaks," I can touch you whenever I want so if you think your father can stop me, you're wrong, darling. Because I work for him, doesn't mean I'm not in charge because newsflash, you're fucking mine," the possessive words makes you gasp when he reveals the truth as you see him in a different light now.

"I'm yours?" You sqeak, the only thing you heard in that sentence because the words ring in your head on repeat as your heart races even faster than before.

"Of course. You have always been mine, since the day you were born," he whispers softly, his adoring tone creeping back into his voice and touches as he gently kisses your neck, leaving you aching for something more but you can't just let his words go just like that, they meant something and you wanted to find out what.

"Since I was born?" It is hard to concentrate on your own words, speaking is almost impossible task when he keeps distracting you with his lips and tongue, going down to your collarbone, your small see-through top where he reaches the alley of your breasts, noticing just now that you're not wearing a bra. One pull and you will be bared to him in your most vulnerable state.

It was wrong to touch you in so many levels but he didn't care. He didn't even give a fuck about that because you were here with him and that was the only thing that mattered. He even silenced the voice in his head that you don't deserve this but he was selfish like that.

Jungkook wanted you just for himself and when he takes you home to his realm with him where he can claim you as his queen, it will be even better.

His lips lifts into a smirk seeing you writhing beneath him, completely helpless while struggling to stop your moans after every burning touch from him. It was satisfying to watch and he wondered maybe he can do this every day. Without the king breathing on his neck every damn second you were in his care.

Your father damn well knew that you are his and after you've reached 21 years, he will take you away. That was the deal. That's why he left his realm to be with you closer, to became a guard so he can watch over you after he fell from heaven. It was just an excuse from the start, to protect you but he knew well he will die rather than see you with another human being happy while he just stands to the side when his heart bleeds out for not being with you truly.

Now it was the time he claims what's been his from the very start.

"Jungkook?" Your small voice brought him back to the present and he closed his eyes when your heat through your shorts made a contact with his closed bulge. It was like you were naked and he almost tasted the sweet nectar from your tight virgin pussy.

"Why do you think I'm your only guard who has the power to be with you every day? Why do the king give me a job to guard you? Do you know that?" The questions were a jumbled mess as you struggled to process every one of them.

The conversation between your father and guard hours back when you were hiding in that spare bedroom made you remember their words.

"I hope that you keep your hands to yourself, we know the real reason why I hired you in the first place so if I see you touching her, I will kill you, understand?"

Jungkook's eyes flash at that," If it means I keep her safe, your highness, it will be more than that. You can't expect me to fail my duty, do you? Don't forget I'm a king myself in my realm, I'm just here for her."

Almost spilling the truth about you knowing something because you heard your father and him speaking about you, your head starts to shake in denial but his eyes flashing stops you midmovement when your guard growls.

"Don't lie to me, I know you heard me in the hallway when I spoke to your father. Your sweet scent was in the air and your short filled gasps as you breathed was definitely the answer that you know something. Did you think I didn't notice that?" Jungkook smirks again," I'm not human, baby. I know every fucking single thing where you're concerned so if you try to hide something from me, it will be completely useless. "

It was hard to breathe. The room was too hot and his words made you dizzy, knowing he had you in his trap. He was too tuned to your existence and it was a dangerous treat. The panic wasn't on purpose but you felt like escaping him at every minute now, the darkness not giving you the chance to see him properly so with a whine, you struggled in his grasp.

"I need to see you, Kook, please," your voice shook with nerves as he stiffened afterwards.

Thinking he will refuse, there were seconds of silence when your guard reached over the bedside to your nightstand, turning on the light from your bedroom lamp, now creating a a visual that you couldn't even think straight as you saw his big body covering above you, his nostrils flaring when he saw you looking at him with awe and lust as you saw his face the second time without that damn mask you hated on him.

This time you were able to see every emotion on his face even though he wanted to seem unreadable, blank expression filling his handsome face, piercings shining from the light when he gritted his teeth and leaned closer to you, his enchanting smell making you moan as you closed your eyes on instinct, feeling his nose brushing your jaw and his beautiful wings enveloping you in your own safety nest.

"Did you think I will obey your father like a little good soldier forever? Didn't think I have all the power here, huh?" he whispers softly, his voice like the gentle air itself but you only feel hotter because of him.

"B-but my father said you need to play by his rules in our world if you want to keep guarding me. Did you lie?" You pretend to be unconcerned even though you were afraid of his answer.

The deep chuckle that vibrates over your skin creates goosebumps again when he speaks again.

"It keeps him on his toes if he thinks I'm just doing what he asks me to do. I'm more powerful than he is, more powerful than every human in here and you know that already. I'm here because of you, that's why I'm waiting for the right time."

"Right time for what?" Your heartbeat worsened, fearing the worst but you weren't prepared for the answer in the slightest as he gave you the reveal.

"Time to take you home where you truly belong, your highness, my queen," with those words, Jungkook doesn't give you time to get ready when he bares your neck to his hungry gaze and sinks his teeth in your skin, breaking the flesh as your shocked scream gets caught in your throat and when the pain reduces, pleasure overcoming the uncomfortable feeling, your body goes limp into your Angel's arms, the world falling in total darkness as you fall unconscious, not even thinking why he did that.

Everything was just empty.

Be continued...

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[mintylaf]

Hey!!! How are you?

I saw that your requests are open (well... I saw that in the pinned post)... and if they really are open...

Can I request Hanako-Kun, Tsukasa Yugi, Akane (the boy), and Teru Minamoto with a supernatural!s/o who has the power to manipulate space things but doesn't use this power so as not to hurt humans and even mixes with students to pretend to be human?

Manipulating space like... creating black holes, white holes, wormholes, meteors, comets, supernovas, etc.

And, taking advantage of the ask, can I be 🇧🇷 anon?

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm from another country and my native language is different from English and I'm using Google Translate because I'm afraid of making mistakes in another language ;-;

I..I LOVE THIS?! (Qnd yes you can be 🇧🇷 anon<3)

Your wish is my command ❤

Type : fluff

Tws: idk teru trying to exorcist reader

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TERU

- at first he tried to exorcist you

- "Hii! My name's y/- w-wait CALM DOWN!"

- after you explained to him you only wanted to be here to be there to experience going to a human school he let you wander off

- (totally not because you were good looking)

- he kept an extra eye on you though

- a few days after he tried to exorcist you, you started talking to him! (In more of a friendly manner)

- "aye, Minamoto, wanna see something cool?"

- he warned you not to do anything dangerous and you ofcourse got offended!

- how low did he think of you😒

- you told him to meet you at the roof top of the school a little after 7pm

- when you saw him walk through the doorway and ontop the roof top

- you started a comet shower

- the night sky shinned bright as all the comets flew past

- "it's nice isn't it!"

- Teru smiled and sat next to you

- "call me Teru okay?" You slightly blushed but quickly covered it up

- "okayy, T-e-r-u"

- a few months after, you foolishly let your self fall in love with him

- you planned everything out on how to tell him! You weren't gonna chicken out!

- "Teruu, meet me on the roof top at 7. Okay?"

- before he even gave you an answer you ran away

- when 7pm came, you suddenly regretted everything

- "what happened y/n?" He came in and saw a small picnic blanket and food laid down

- "I uhm, thought having a dinner here would be nice today"

- when he sat down you started a meteor shower

- you grabbed his hands and looked into his eyes

- "I like you teru! I really do..will you be my boyfriend?"

- he went silent..ofcourse. how naive were you to think you had a chance. Who would want to date a gho-

- "I like you too y/n" he smiled and kissed your forehead

- now let's enjoy the food!

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AKANE

- you guys got along quite well

- you both thought Aoi was really pretty and had similar personalities

- he just never thought he'd end up with you!

- when you started dating he always asked for meteor shower dates

- you both had cool powers and had were an amazing duo

- he froze time, and you would start cosmic showers

- you guys loved to cuddle when you were alone and watch movies

- he loves you and thinks you're really cool

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A/n : IM SONSORRY ANON, I got really lazy after I finished Teruu. I might come back and do tsukasa and hanako another day. Hope you liked these too though

[lesyasun]

A while ago I received an interesting question about game aesthetics. The person in that ask really struggles with downloading stuff and finding their own style. They asked me how I came up with what you see on my screenshots. Have you ever thought that you can recognize whose screenshot this is by just a quick glance? Is editing important in photoshop? How to take beautiful screenshots? Today let’s talk about how different one single game could be for each of us and what really makes this mysterious “sims aesthetics”.

EDIT: Sorry, it turned out to be huge with lots of random thoughts :D I hope at least one percent of these is useful!

NOTE: English is not my native language, I apologize for possible grammar or spelling mistakes. I tried my best in writing this!

Ok, let’s imagine that you’re a person who just obtained the sims game or just want a nice fresh start and demolished your download folder. (We all need fresh starts sometimes, right?) The struggle is that you have no idea which style you like the best. There are so many sims blogs. Everyone seems to enjoy what they post but you’re a little bit lost in that jungle. Don’t worry! I’ll try to guide you and share my thoughts.

STEP 1 Choose your general style

I roughly divide all sims blogs that I see on my dashboard into a couple of so-called styles. I’ve been doing it in my mind for ages. I like following different people and seeing diferent editing. None of them are better than others. I hope you understand that it’s just a matter of liking. Ok, here we go. Let me put this sorting hat on you :D

1. Realistic 

Screenshot by @luchiatores

Perhaps, it’s the most important thing that you should decide for yourself. Wether you should use realistic textures in your game or you’d prefer to stick to more cartoonish maxis match ones. Why is it so important, to my mind? I like things that match. Just imagine game Witcher 3 where characters and surroundings are realistic. And now imagine Minecraft where things are pixelated. Both games are great, both games have certain beautiful styles. And now imagine Geralt hunting for monsters in a pixelated Minecraft swamp. A bit strange, isn’t it? :D The same applies to Sims. If you put a super realistic skintone on your sim and put a Maxis ponytail, that would probably look strange too. If you choose this style, just try to dig for a good quality content, start following simblrs in this style. Unfortunately, I’m not an expert when it comes to realistic content. So, try to drop an ask to someone whose realistic game you like. There are so many helpful people around in the sims community no matter what style they have :)

2. Trully Maxis Match

screenshot by @whattheskell

This is a complete opposite of a realistic style. I’ve always called people who use a lot of original maxis textures “trully maxis” :D If you can decorate a house without any custom content, if you like the way original hairstyles look, if you like Maxis clothes, you should go this way. From what I’ve spot after being so many years in the sims community, “trully” maxis simblr are so creative when it comes to storytelling. The stories that they write about either their sims/or maxis premades are so breathtaking. So much drama, so much fun. The only thing that I write about my screenshots is “Ok, this is my cat! Look, it can eat flowers and puke afterwardst! Yay! Cute”. If you choose this way, I can recommend you to check out @holleyberry, @didilysims or @moocha-muses. Obviously there are a lot more blogs that I follow. These people are just so sweet and helpful and they’re first who came to my mind. 

3. Bright Maxis Matchery

screenshot by @muupi

This is where I refer myself to. This style is still Maxis but what stands out is the use of bright colours and saturated photoshopped pictures. Ah, my love for overedited pictures is endless <3 This is what I’m going to talk a lot below since it’s my cup of tea. It’s all about colours and pallete addiction. If you love looking at super bright/silly/cheery screenshots and they boost up your mood, than join the squad! 

Basically, Maxis match (I’ll just shorten for MM from now on) players avoid super shiny skins or hair textures and prefer to have content with Simlish letters instead of English ones. This is a very important factor for me when I choose paintings or prints for T-shirts. I don’t know, I feel like it’s so cute that sims can’t understand our languages, talk this funny gibberish simlish language. It’s cute! There are so so many people that I can recommend. @lina-cherie @keoni-chan @kahlenas They are first who came to my mind <3

4. Grungy/cosmic

screenshot by @lilithpleasant 

I don’t know if these are suitable words :D But this is how I describe people’s game who like aliens/supernatural sims/grungy textures with or without bright colours as well. Just think would you prefer a bit of a grungy stuff or less-textured but cleaner MM? You always need to think about textures while you download stuff. I can recommend to check out @pooklet or @furbyq-sims 

5. Semi

screenshot by @whysim 

You might ask me “Why am I not allowed to put a realistic skintone on a maxis sim? What the hell?” Of course, you are! Do it please, if you want. There are no rules, no restrictions. You CAN go semi-realistic, you CAN mix patterns, you CAN mix colours. There’s only one rule: please, enjoy what you do. Don’t be afraid to share your pictures on the Internet. There will always be people who can judje your style and say: “meh, it’s too dull, meh, it’s too bright, meh, too shiny, meh, too plain meh, meh, meh”. Just don’t pay attention and enjoy your game. As for semi-realistic I can recommend such wonderful people as @marvelann @lilith-sims @falkii @knowledgeaspiration 

A bit about my style: I’ve always loved cartoonish/bright style. I’ve never ever played with shiny textures. Before Tumblr era I just played either without CC or with a bunch of maxis recolours. How I came up with the idea of cartoonishness? Pretty simple. It’s a part of my personality, I think :) I’ve always loved Disney/Pixar movies. Cartoons just make life a lot funnier! They make me happy. I’m a pre-school teacher after all :D. You can’t imagine how many cartoons I’ve watched throughout my life. I can quote Peppa Pig and will never be tired of that :D Before Tumblr I just played some funny legacies (I’ve never finished any though :D) When I found out about Tumblr, and such great content that can make my game even more Disney looking, it just blew my mind! Every time when I download stuff, I imagine that I’m watching a Disney/Pixar or whatever studio cartoon. When I create sims, I feel like I’m a cartoon designer. Pretty silly, right? :D 

Let’s take a look at my screenshots from the past. I tried to find similar ones with a lot of greenery.

2014

2021

I stil like a lot of greenery. Editing has changed, photo angles have changed. But bright colours and Maxis stuff are forever in my heart <3

Risa (2014)

Gage (2021) 

As I’m a big cartoon addict, I love recreating game/anime/cartoon characters. No matter, if they’re my favourite or requested ones. I love when my sims have different traits. I love when they’re funny looking/clumsy/absent-minded or when they’re evil/supernatural. When they are pirates/detectives/vampires or witches. This is my way of playing Sims. I love this game as it gives us possibilities to show your creativity, a chance to recreate our favourite characters. A chance to be a writer of storylines or if you’re bad at telling stories, just being “a cartoon designer” like me :)

STEP 2 Colour palettes

If you’ve chosen the path of “bright maxis matchery” than colour palettes are super important! Oh, you can’t imagine how addicted I am to certain colours. I can download GBs because of it.

Here are some of my favourite colour palettes:

1. Anna’s colours

My absolutely favourite palette. I would download absolutely anything in these pretty colours. Just looking at them makes me so cozy *0* There’s a photoshop action for those who want to recolour CC in this palette.

2. Poppet’s colours

I especially like the latest one. So pretty! @poppet-sims is the queen of lovely recolours. She has some more palettes. But “Back to Basics is my favourite”

3. Eversims colours

@eversims has got a lot of pretty colour palettes. But the most iconic one is Ever So Lovely

So, these are the basic colours that I like downloading furniture/clothes with. 

There are a couple more pretty palettes that I like:

Huning’s Pony Colours

Back in the days it was my ultimate favourite one. But these days I edit my pictures in Photoshop excessively and prefer calmer colours and add bright layers in photoshop instead.

Nyren’s Kosmic Colours

If you’re more into pastels, than try to download some stuff in this pretty palette.

You might wonder if I use all of these colours. Of course not! I have a selection of colours that I use: apple green, sky blue, yellow, red, pink, orange, purple, teal, mint. I absolutely love combining 2 or 3 of these in my interior shots. I also love choosing my sims’ favourite colours and dressing them/decorating their bedroom in this certain colour(s).

For example, my sim Mia likes apple green/purple and mint.

I think @deedee-sims can relate. While I prefer choosing a favourite colour per sim, she chooses favourite colour for the whole family!

This is a great idea, I think! :)

STEP 4 Bodyshop stuff

Ok, I hope it’s clear that I’m colour palettes addicted, now let’s move onto actual custom content and what I prefer adding to my game. I decided to divide CC by sections. Let’s start with Bodyshop.

4.1 Skintones

Another important thing that you need to choose for yourself. There are tones ofoptions. I’m going to recommend only MM skins as obviously I have no idea which realistic or semi-realistic ones are high quality.

screenshot by @deedee-sims

If you prefer trully maxis skintones, I recommend you to try Leh’s skintones. It’s super close to original ones in terms of shades. Also look at those button noses! These cute noses is the reason why I started using this skin back in 2014. But later I switched to Lilith’s feather as I wanted more variety and those noses there got a lovely shine.

It was my default skin for a lot of years. These days I own every possible skintone by Lilith and various blends by other people.

Lilith’s Alien Flavor

Lilith’s Android Skin Edit

Lilith’s Apple Pie Skinblend v.2

Lilith’s Apple Pie Skinblend

Lilith’s Apple Pie by Kahlena

Lilith’s Feather Skinblend

Lilith’s Feather Skins 

Lilith’s Feather by Sim-Strangers

Lilith’s Feathers Colourful by Berrynooboos

Lilith’s Honey Supernatural Custom

Lilith’s Honey with freckles

Lilith’s Honey with no freckles

Lilith’s Honey Unnatural by Berrynooboos

Pixel-danger-sims pastel skins

Here’s a very handy set-up by Vimpse with Lilith’s skins being townified.

Try to choose one set of skins or download all of them by one certain creator. I need a lot of skins because I love creating tones of sims and I want to make them various looking.

4.2 Eyes

 ♦  Polaroid ♦ - my favourite

♦ Transcendental ♦

♦ Sleeping Lion ♦

♦  Sharp Eyes ♦

♦ Shallowed in the Sea ♦

♦ Hand Outs and Punch Ups ♦

These are just some of my eyes. There are some more by Poppet, by Kahlena. And I have various addons to these sets that I grabbed over and here. I remember having struggles of choosing only one set. But than I thought: why do I have to choose if I like all of them and want my sims to look as different as possible? I just love when they are cartoonish but high-quality with nice white clean sclera. Just look at Disney Rapunzel. You’ll see what I mean ^_^

There’s one little trick that most mm players do for making sims’ eyes bigger and rounder - adding a whiteline eyeliner by jesstheex. I personaly do it for every single sim of mine.

4.3 Makeup

I use tooooons of blushes, lipsticks and eyeshadows. I have everything by Lilith and Jesstheex. And lots of bits and bobs by various creators. I love using both matte or shiny textures. I sometimes add nose shine or use special nosemasks. There are various lovely things in my collection. What I can recommend you is to download a sim that you like by another creator with the help of Sims Clean Installer and just steal makeup from the sim to add to your collection *evil laughter* I recommend to do it because sometimes there are some mouth corners or various eyebags and etc which are difficult to find. It’s easier to grab them together with sims.

For example, I grabbed the shiny nosemasks from one of Lilith’s sims.

Sometimes I like adding a bit of shine on Sims’ noses. Some sims of mine don’t have shine. It really depends on a sim. But what I definitely like is cute button noses! I like using nosemasks to achieve that. I have all the masks by Lilith and these ones by kahlena.

4.4 Hair textures

Another important decision for you is the hair textures. I recommend you to choose one certain retexture. Back in the days, I used to have Remi’s textures

screenshot by @selenaq13 

I liked Remi’s ones because they were non-shiny. They had maxis colours and a really cool yellowish blonde! 

Receintly I switched to Simgarooped as I’ve always loved that there are 6 naturals. The yellowish blonde is still there! Plus my favourite Deedee-sims keeps updating every week with the retextures of new meshes <3

There are lots of various textures blends. Just search, download, play test. Think, if you’re ready to look at such type of hair hours of simming.

Also try to decide if you’d like to have more natural looking sims or go crazy and have supernatural/aliens. I used to have really bright sims with colourful skins and hairs.

Even my toddlers had unnatural hairs. It’s a lot of fun! But right now I prefer to create more natural looking sims though I like vampires/witches/aliens anyways!

screenshot by @honeylungsims 

If you would like to have colourful supernatural sims, check out Honeylung! She has the brightest and most unusual supernatural sims <3 

You’ll need a lot of face masks/bright lips/shadows. Check out @berrynooboos​ for the cutest alien CC.

4.5 Facial hair and Brows

I don’t think they should really match as long as they look great.

For example, I use eyebrows by @suratan-zir which are super cute and high quality but use Poppet’s textures instead of Simgarooped.

As for facial hair, I use some Poppet’s as well.

by Skoogy

by Poppet #1

by Poppet #2

by Simgaroop

4.6 Clothes

As I already mentioned, I love clothes in my favourite palettes. I love Simlish prints. There are so so many creators who share wonderful clothes.

I love @deedee-sims for age conversions, shoeswaps, morphs. I love @mdpthatsme for really cool 4t2 conversions. I love @moocha-muses for colourful T-shirts <3 Don’t be shy to send me a WCIF about a certain item of clothing.

STEP 5 Buy and Build

Tooons of bright recolours, IKEA items, Maxis add-ons, 3t2 and 4t2 conversions - all these things make my heart beat :D

These days I play in a rural-type world. I download a lot of craftsman-style build things, a lot of plants and garden deco.

I love bright wallpapers and greenhouses, I love clutter and kids CC for nurseries. Patterns with polka dots and plumbobs. Sunflowers and tulips. This is what I usually drop into my download folder :)

STEP 6 Taking screenshots

No matter which recolours and textures you prefer, I think high-quality pictures are important. The first thing that you need to playtest for yourself is a camera mod. It’s upo for you, but I can’t live without Gunmod’s Camera Mod. There are some more available, just check out.

Also lighting is important since Maxis original is terrible. I use Dreadpirate’s mod. 

I recommend to take screenshots in a camera man mode. Click Tab to enter it. Use W, A,S,D,E buttons to move right/left/up/down etc. And what’s important, use X and Z for zooming in and out. I always use Z for example, when I take close ups of my cats.

Don’t be afraid to experiment with angles. Try some artistic ones.

You can move your camera down and take a screen from below.

Or vice versa from above.

Sometimes I’ll just take a screen of my sims’ hands or feet. It really depends. I love spending hours on just “walking” in a camera mod around my sims houses.

Another useful feature of this mod is to use Ctrl +4,5,6,7,8,9 buttons.

These can fix the angles for you. And after fixing them, when you click on 4,5,6,7,8,9 you camera will go back to those positions. It’s very handy when you want to screen 2 sims who are talking and there’s no need to constatntly move camera from sidde to side. Just fix it and wait for them to perform cute emotions!

As a bonus, you can fic positions in the life mode too. For example, I always choose a proper angle from above where the wgole house can be seen. And wait for something cute/funny/to happen.

Also there’s such a thing as The Rule of Thirds. It’s the rule of photography composition. I always try to follow it :)

STEP 7 Photoshop Editing

I love oversaturated colours. It can be too much for someone’s eyes, but I like the brightness :) I’ll share some good Photoshop resources. Probably, one thing that I can recommend to absolutely everyone no matter how bright you want your screens to be is sharpening! Seems that Tumblr eats our picture quality for breakfast. Sims screenshots seem so blurry to me. I love sharpening them first.

I use sharpening from Kalekaloo’s action.

After sharpening I run the base from Eversims Action and then add some colour layers from Simburgerr’s one (I like gradients and fluffy lights layers especially). It makes the reds colours a little bit too saturated but I think it’s cute!

There are a some more cute actions and PSD files out there:

OhMySims - Action 1

OhMySims - Action 2

Sterina’s Action

Photoshop PSDs by Pleyita

Snapdragoned PSD

Mandragore PSD by Kiinuu

JellyBeanery’s Action

Roguebotanist

Nnilou - 12:51

A generic PSD by Knowledgeaspiration

Colorize IT by Bonnypixels

Colour Crush by Bonnypixels

Just Like Heaven by Pixeldemographics

For more tips/palettes/cute fonts I recommend you to check out @bepixeled

That’s all that came to my mind. I hope at least something was useful!

[thelostcityofsugarteara]

Hey!!! How are you?

I can request Sorbet Shark, and Sea Fairy with a child!reader (all platonic relationships, keep me away from pedophilia or romantic relationships between children, for the love of God) who is like Iara (has a similar story (like child!reader was thrown into the sea by her brothers (because even though she was a child she was smart and also the most beautiful of the tribe (even though she was a child)) and the fish welcomed her, and she became a mermaid) and a bit of a similar look (being a mermaid lol), but the personality is totally different because how would a child kill people?)?

In case you don't know (most likely you don't), Iara is a character from a Brazilian folklore legend, in which she is represented by a beautiful mermaid who attracts fishermen with her sweet songs in order to kill them.

Before being a mermaid, Iara was a beautiful and intelligent indigenous woman who aroused a lot of envy, even from her brothers. So, to end the problem, the brothers decide to kill her.

However, she is the one who kills them. As punishment, Iara is thrown at the meeting of Rio Negro and Solimões and she is welcomed by the fish and, from there, she becomes a mermaid with the objective of killing men.

This is the legend, it emerged there at the time of colonization of Brazil

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm from another country and my native language is different from English and I'm using Google Translate because I'm afraid of making mistakes in another language ;-;

I'm sorry for not using neutral pronouns when I mentioned child!reader, but I don't know how to use them (even though I've seen them in English, I still don't know how to use them, and I'm also using a translator, give me a discount, and the neutral pronouns in brazilian portuguese are weird, you can't use them without thinking they're weird or silly (and Google doesn't translate them ;-;))

hello !! unfortunately i don’t write for sorbet shark, but i can do sea fairy !! your grammar was perfect :D please tell me if i get anything wrong in this & i’ll correct it !

sea fairy with a friend like iara !!

sea fairy was sad for you when she heard of your story.

she was glad that the fish had welcomed you though, she finally had a friend after being alone for so long.

she doesn’t really support you killing men, but won’t stop you.

sea fairy is careful to not be near-by when you are singing, it’s beautiful but she knows what you’re doing & doesn’t want to witness it.

she invites you to come talk to moonlight with her ! even though you can’t see the guardian of the city of wizards, you can hope that she’s listening & talking back.

she thinks your tail looks fantastic !! sea fairy is a big fan of the colour(s).

you two go swimming together !! she loves swimming even more now because she has you to go swimming with.

sea fairy thinks you look absolutely gorgeous.

i’m sorry about the shortness :( i hope you enjoyed reading !!

[chibinekochan]

Hey! I don't know if your requests are open, so if they're not just ignore it it's ok :) It's my first time requesting, But maybe what about a scenario when the Mc is doing a photoshoot and then the brothers hear the stuff complain about them, maybe Photoshops them and to them look "actually attractive" or something, how would any brother react? What would they do? and I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you'll have a great day!💖

My requests are open and I'm not a native english speaker either so it's all okay.

The cameraman is photoshopping the readers pictures.

  Mammon

He can't believe what he is hearing. 

You aren't attractive? 

Like hello? Does this idiot have eyes? 

Mammon is raging. 

He is about to hit the photographer. 

Then the shoot continues and you seem to enjoy it so much that Mammon can't bring himself to stop it. 

He grits his teeth and confronts the photographer later.

The plan gets put to a halt when he finds the guy is already photoshopping your pictures. 

Mammon can't believe it. 

Especially after the photographer tells Mammon that now you look "beautiful". 

This guy is a moron!

You are perfect!

Mammon takes all the pictures that the photographer took of you. 

That person doesn't deserve them anyway. 

You are a bit sad when Mammon tells you that your photos weren't used for anything but he will bring you to a better photo shoot next time. 

To a photographer that Mammon can trust. 

You like that idea. 

Mammon keeps all the photos to himself. 

It makes him very upset whenever he remembers this day. 

  Lucifer 

He isn't sure why he has to keep doing these types of photoshoots. 

It's annoying. 

So he just stands somewhere in the background, emitting ominous energy, when he hears the photographer talking about you. 

This piques his interest. 

At least until he hears the bad things that are said about your looks. 

Like this random demon could even understand how beautiful you are. 

Lucifer just scoffs at this. 

He has a bad feeling about the photos and wants to check on the progress. 

The photographer is in the middle of editing, more like creating a completely different person. 

Lucifer can't believe what he sees. 

He is angry but he keeps his calm, at least on the surface. 

Lucifer demands that the photographer leaves all of your pictures as they are, and calls someone else to do the photographers job instead.

The photographer has to leave town. 

You will never know any of this. 

  Leviathan 

He had very mixed feelings about this from the very start. 

Levi hates it in every imaginable way. 

You seem to be excited, so Levi does his best not to show how much he hates this. 

He is just here for you. 

During a break he happens to overhear the photographer complaining about the model. 

Levi thinks it must be someone else, it couldn't be you. 

Yet he then overhears that the photographer thinks that you are ugly. 

Levi's jar almost hit the floor. 

You ugly? That's a joke if he ever heard one. Unbelievable! You are the prettiest person in the whole universe!

How dare they! Insulting you like this?!

Not on his watch. 

Levi isn't sure what hit him but before he knew the whole building was flooded, yes he summoned Lotan. 

He feels very bad about it right after, mostly since you also got wet. 

The photographer and everyone is pretty angry at Levi. 

He can't tell you why he did what he did. 

It would surely hurt you and Levi can't do that. 

Lucifer gives him a huge scolding, it makes you feel very bad for Levi. 

Later he tells you the whole story. 

You shake your head and give him a smile, while scolding him just a tiny bit for going over the top.

  Asmodeus 

He invited you to this photoshoot. 

Asmo is very happy about the whole thing. 

What could be better than dressing up and getting pretty pictures taken?

Especially with you right here. 

Asmo is very much over the moon. 

He has so much fun that time just flies. 

Later his mood got very soured. 

When he overhears people talking about your modeling and the photographer tells everyone that you don't look good and that there will be lots of editing needed to make you look good. 

Asmo can't believe his ears. 

Angry he makes his way to the photographer and let's him know that he is an idiot *in many more words, most aren't pg*.

He is so angry that he even changed into his demon form. 

Asmo doesn't even let the guy get a single word in. 

He is so annoyed that he simply grabs you and walks out with you, holding you by your hand. 

You are quite confused about the whole situation. 

Asmo hasn't calmed down for quite a while. 

He is so upset that you end up dragging him to his favorite coffee shop and get him his favorite cupcakes. 

Asmo is very touched and slowly starts telling you what upset him this much. 

You listen to the whole story and it doesn't bother you that much. 

The photographer was a very inhumane looking demon so it's no surprise that you aren't attractive to them. 

Though you think it's very cool and sweet of Asmo to stand up for you. 

Asmo finds it funny how little you care, he knows that you are right. 

Not everyone is appreciating true beauty. 

Asmo knows that, haters gonna hate, it just bugs him that someone talked badly about you. 

In the end you both go out dancing and laughing about it by the end of the night. 

  Satan

He is only helping out someone he knows. 

Satan figured that you would be the perfect model for this. 

Soon everyone seems to agree and you are very excited about the opportunity. 

Satan is very pleased with himself. 

Surely this will lead to you liking him even more. 

He is very pleased and just watches you from the side. 

Then he overhears some of the staff talking about your looks, they are very rude. 

Satan gets very angry at these words. 

He tries to stay calm, for your sake. 

You don't hear their words and Satan doesn't want you to know. 

He just decides to stay closer and keep a close eye on the photoshoot. 

You are doing great, Satan has no 

clue why they would talk badly about you. 

This just upsets him even more. 

They honestly can't see that you are beautiful? 

He is fuming, it's like anger is flowing from his body. 

Then he hears someone saying how long the editing is going to take, with a model that's as ugly as you are. 

This is when Satan completely loses it. 

He practically destroys everything. 

There is no stopping him. 

You have to force him with a command to stop. 

It worries you, you have no idea what made Satan this angry. 

You have never seen him like this before. 

He feels very bad that you had to see him like this. 

When he calms down he confesses everything to you. 

You are very surprised. 

It's strange that you get hired if they think you are ugly, pretty unprofessional. 

Satan is surprised that you are so nonchalant about it. 

You just decide to invite Satan for a nice dinner instead, and make him pay for the damages.

  Beelzebub 

You are on one of the teams with Beel. 

Of course he is the star player but you are doing what you can. 

It's time for a team photoshoot. 

You are kind of nervous about it but Beel encourages you. 

Beel watches you during the shoot. 

Beel overhears the photographer moaning about how hard it is to get a decent photo of you, since you are so ugly to the photographer. 

Beel can't believe his ears. 

He just goes straight up to the photographer and asks him if he is blind. 

The photographer gets scared by Beel and makes some excuses. 

Beel didn't even mean to scare anyone, he was genuinely curious about it. 

The photographer didn't say anything else the entire time. 

You never even learn about the rude photographer. 

Your photos are completely unedited and you are pretty proud of them. 

Beel likes them a lot too and he honestly doesn't understand why he got extra copies of your photos, but he doesn't complain.

    Check my Obey me! Masterlist for more content

[yanderedbdimagines]

Hey there! Would you do some headcannons of how (The Wraith, The Doctor and The Trapper) would treat their darlings after they abducted them and how they would react if s/o try to fight back? (Sorry for any grammar mistake, my english is sucks)

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Haha don’t worry! Your English is just fine if I can assume that this language isn’t your native tongue. It isn’t mine either. That’d be Dutch, if you are curious. And even if it was I wouldn’t mind at all. We all have our vices.

Anyhow, I like this ask, and I believe it’ll go as I’ve written below.

PS: I made the so a crush.

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 The Doctor

* He’ll watch and observe you closely for the first week after he’s given you the freedom to roam around in nearly all of the rooms and hallways of the hospital. You’ll only be allowed outside if you stay close to him and within arm’s reach so that he can keep a close eye on you.

* Eventually, he’ll pull you into different kinds of conversations in order to pick apart and understand your mind for as much as he can- documenting them for future use and trying to get a good grip on everything that will either displease you or make you happy when confronted by it.

* He’ll also try to perform simple tests on you without trying to hurt you for whereas possible, which includes a sudden blood draw, eye examination and a sudden tap against the knee… You are the only test subject he can’t ever fathom to lose since you obviously are more than that to him, so he’s unbelievably careful with your body… Unless you would ask him to do otherwise, of course… Oh boy…

* Like mentioned before, he’ll do almost anything for you. Just try and listen to him in return and remain genuine to your words, no matter how difficult it will be with a psychopathic killer like him.

* He’s a rather difficult and unpredictable man to understand and this includes the type of feelings he’d prefer for you to develop for him, although he isn’t very picky. He obviously want you to love him, first and foremost, but he definitely won’t complain if your love would be mixed with you hating him in your own unique way as well. It’d only show that you aren’t afraid to hide your true feelings for him, like many yandere’s would normally demand from you.

* Do know that if all you feel for him is resentment instead, which also includes you trying to fight against his overall advancements… Well… He’ll dislike that immensely and he’ll turn to draconic measures instead in order to *fix* that and try his chances there. This includes trying to find a way to brainwash someone under his control like what he’s always been trying to do for years now. For your sake, I can only hope for you that he won’t ever complete his lifelong goal if you’d ever want a chance of escaping him.

 The Trapper

* He’ll be calm, distant and surprisingly understanding with your feelings. Some of his actions and word choices on the rare moments he does speak are going to be very rough around the edges, but he’ll be very tactical in his general approach of trying to win over your affections.

* You can say that he’ll try to think carefully about his own actions and attempts to adjust himself to your liking like a proper psychologist would do when dealing with a new client before slowly edging himself closer to you physically as mentally for as far as you’ll allow it. This way, he’ll hope to get you to fall for him on the long run.

* With half of a certain amount of time he isn’t around you or within a trial, however, he’ll patrol around his territory more than usual and place more beartraps*1 around the border than he usually would. An unintentional giveaway to other killers and possibly survivors that the Trapper currently has something underneath his wing that he’s very protective of and doesn’t want others to get close to… Something he’ll easily fight to the death for if it’d ever come to it.  

* With the other half of the time, he’ll work on his blade and his contraptions and try to keep the estate in working order. Those machines won’t oil and maintain themselves as they are basically needed for him to do his job properly. Yes… Besides trials, this now also includes your *protection* from any outsiders.

* He won’t be fazed at all anymore if you’d ever try to fight and distance yourself away from him. At least, not now that he has you exactly on the spot he wants you to be, which is in the MacMillan estate. If needed, he’ll let a classic case of Stockholm syndrome do the work for him. Even years from now, you’ll eventually have to break underneath his advancements if he’s the only one you can freely interact with…

* If you do finally become his S/O, he’ll mellow out dramatically and he’ll loosen up the security around the borders quite a bit since he’ll have faith in your loyalty to him and how to keep yourself out of trouble. He won’t even care if you’d start up a relationship with anyone else out there, or bring them back as a third wheel. As long as you remain within a relationship with him, no blood will be shed.

1) Yes. He’ll  most definitely have notified you about them since he prefers for you to remain unscathed. An unspoken warning if you’d ever try to escape him, though… Although they are so more used to keep killers, rivals and potential rescuers out instead of deliberately keeping you inside the borders. A security measure with extra benefits, funny enough.

 The Wraith

* He’ll be over the moon with your presence alone, and he’ll show that through drawn signs and his overall actions seen that his ability to speak is nonexistent. In fact, the very first thing he did was giving you an hotel bell. One which came from the Mount Ormond Resort… A sign of his good trust and his promise to you that he’ll protect you from any dangers in and outside of his territory…

* His animalistic growls and rattled breathing will sound softer than what you’re used to, his piercing gaze set firmly on you as his head is stuck in its ever distinctive tilt. He loves watching you, and he’ll follow you to almost anywhere and everywhere when not in a trial. It can be a bit overbearing during those times, really.

* He’s actually very peaceful and submissive when he’s with you. In a sense, you have the leash on him instead of the other way around. Yet, that doesn’t mean he won’t show his metaphorical teeth to the people he considers his rival if they ever land in his field of vision.

* He will lose his mind, however, if you seem to feel threatened by their presence as well. He’ll also act similar to this if you’d ever try to run away from Autohaven wreckers with someone else by your side. Do know that this anger won’t ever be focused on you. He loves you too much to do that. The sight won’t be pretty when he catches them, so you best turn yourself away/run faster when he tries to kill them in the most brutal way he can think of at the time.

* If you’d ever try to fight back whilst captured or after you’d got caught after your failed escape attempt, he’ll let you.  He understands you need to vent your frustrations, but you have to understand; he just can’t let you go. You’re too precious to him. You’re his lover after all.  

* Like a puppy riddled with guilt, he’ll eventually bow down and lower his head as he tries to offer up his hand to you as apology for anything he might have done wrong(even though he might not fully understand why you didn’t like what he did on some occasions). His heart will break if you won’t reciprocate, but he won’t lash out. If anything, he’ll stick even closer to you than he did before whilst trying to smother you with small gifts and pamper you in any way he can until you finally do have to concede to his affections in one way or another. Or so he hopes…    

[skycollides]

i live for billy russo jealousy, very very angst 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Sorry to you anon I didn’t see the jealousy I somehow only read the angst part.

I’ll write you a new one

Also, today I had an idea, I don’t know if you could do a billy one where the reader is killed by Rawlins, I think that would be really interesting to see 😭 (probably I’ll end crying but yeah) 😭🤍 I combined these two requests I hope you enjoy it!

Not Your Fault

Billy Russo x Reader Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes English isn’t my native language. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Requests are open. Feel free to send them in. Warning: mentions of death, guns, shooting, kidnapping, violence, heartbreak, swearing, no happy end - Get some tissues you're gonna need them!!

Words: 2.300

Billy decided to come home earlier today since it was your day off and he wanted to spend the day with you.

He takes out his phone to let you know that he will be home earlier than usual, when he sees a text from you.

Hey Babe,

I’m gonna meet up with y/bf/n for

a coffee to catch up.

Do you want me to bring you

a coffee or something else?

Let me know!

I love you

He reads the text and smiles. Since he met you he finally understood what Frank meant back then when he said quality over quantity. He never felt more loved or taken care of since you’ve been together.

He tries to call you but it goes to voicemail after a while.

’’Hey darling I’m leaving Anvil now. I see you at home. I love you Y/n.’’ with that said the hangs up drives home to your shared apartment.

About 30 minutes later he arrives at home. As soon as he enters the living room he can’t believe his eyes. Everything is trashed. The furniture is knocked over, the drawers of your cupboard are laying emptied on the floor.

’’Fuck!’’ is the only thing that escapes Billys mouth. He continues to look around and reaches your bedroom and it doesn’t look any better. He heads to your walk-in wardrobe. All of your clothes are spread over the floor.

Billy decides to give you another call to let you know what has happened while the two of you were gone. But again you don’t answer it goes to voicemail again.

’’Hey Y/n it’s me again. Listen … don’t panic but I’m home now and it looks like - well it doesn’t just look like it someone has broken into our home and trashed the whole place. I don’t know yet what has been taken but it would be nice if you’d come home now. Love you.’’

Billy walks through your wardrobe and all of the sudden he sees your engagement ring on the floor which is unusual since you never take it off. He bends down to pick it up and sees not just you ring on the floor but also a little blood. He moves away the clothes that are laying there and under there he finds the gun he gave you for protection.

’’Fuck what the hell has happened here?’’ he asks himself.

He decides to call your befriend to see if she knows when you’ll be coming home.

’’Hey Y/bf/n it’s Billy’’

’’Hey’’

’’Listen is Y/n still with you?’’

’’No I was waiting for her at the coffeeshop but she didn’t show up and didn’t answer any of my texts or calls. Did something happen?’’ he asked anxiously.

’’No I just couldn’t get a hold of her maybe she is asleep. She hasn’t been sleeping well these past few nights maybe her body is catching up now.’’ he says not trying to worry her.

’’Well let me know when you hear from her.’’

’’I will.’’

’’Thanks Billy.’’

’’No Problem. Bye.’’

’’Bye.’’ with that the call ends and Billy is freaking out.

He decides to call Frank.

’’I though I told you the next time I see you I will kill you.’’

’’Did you hurt her?’’

’’What the fuck are you talking about Russo? Hurt who?’’

’’Y/n! Are you the one that hurt her?’’ he asks again.

’’Why the hell would I hurt Y/n. She is the reason you’re still breathing. Billy what is going on?.’’ Frank asks concerned.

’’I can’t get a hold of her. She didn’t meet up with her friend. Someone hurt her. Someone has taken her Frank. She is gone. Our whole place is trashed and there is blood on the floor along with her engagement ring.’’

’’Shit.’’

’’I’m loosing my mind here.’’

’’Not just you.’’

’’Wait let me call you back someones calling.’’ he says and hangs up. More specific its a video call from an unknown caller. Billy accepts and is created with the devil himself. Rawlins.

’’Where is she?’’ Billy asks him angered and he just smiles and says.

’’With me Billy. I thought the lovely Y/n and I should have a chat. Well and I knew I’d get your attention. Since you miserably failed to do as I told you, I thought having Y/n in my power would help you see things more clear.’’

’’I wanna see her.’’ Billy demands.

’’You are in no position to make any demands Russo. I told you to kill Frank Castle. He is still walking around the city. You kill Castle and Y/n can leave its simple as that.’’

’’I wont to shit until I know that she is still alive.’’ Billy replies.

’’Well in that case take a look’’ Rawlins says and turns the camera. There she is. His Y/n, his angel - beaten up and tied to a chair. His eyes are brimming with tears. Billy did everything in his power to protect Y/n. Ever since he met her he tried to keep her away for the danger and the bad things he did. But now he sees that he miserably failed. He failed her. The only person in the world who loved him unconditionally.

’’Your lover is on the phone you wanna say something?’’

’’Billy’’ you say and it only comes out as a whisper, no strength left to talk any louder.

’’It’s gonna be okay Y/n everything is gonna be okay.’’ Billy says and tries to give you some hope but you know as much as he does that the situation you’re in is absolutely hopeless.

’’Enough with that sappy shit. You bring me Frank Castle by the end of the day or she dies. Oh and Billy? Don't take it personal.’’ Rawlins says and hangs up. Billy sinks down to his knees and starts crying. His head shoots up when he hears someone approaching him. He looks up and sees Frank.

’’And?’’ Frank asks.

’’Rawlins’’ is all that Billy says.

’’Why am I not at least a bit surprised?! What does he want?’’

’’You dead by the end of the day or she dies. You should have seen her Frank. Tied to that chair, beaten up and covered in her own blood. I failed her. This is my fault all because I refused to do as he told me.’’ Billy explains.

’’What do you mean?’’ Franks asks.

’’Rawlins called me couple of weeks ago telling me to kill you and I refused. Here we are now. He took her to make sure you end up dead. End of the story’’

’’Why didn’t you?’’

’’Because you’re not the only one who had made a promise to Y/n. She made you promise not to kill me and I had to promise her not to kill you. I’d never go against Y/n and her wishes.’’

’’Looks like we need a plan to get her out of there.’’ Frank says and Billy looks shocked.

’’What don’t look at me like that. You’re not the only one who wants her safe. She means a lot to me and she doesn’t deserve to be involved in the things that followed us home.’’

3 hours later

Billy and Frank came up with a plan to rescue you and with the help of Liebermann they found the shithole where Rawlins keeps you hostage.

With Frank in a Bodybag Billy enters the warehouse.

’’Russo I’ve been waiting for you.’’ Rawlins greets him.

’’I see you brought me a little present.’’ he says with an evil grin.

’’Frank is in here I wanna see Y/n now.’’ Billy says and Rawlins sends one of his men to get you.

He has to carry you in since you don’t have any strength to move. All you feel is this on going pain. He set you on your feet but your legs give in immediately and in less than two seconds you’re laying on the floor. Looking at Billy your Billy. He came for you. You didn’t think he’d make it in time. You seriously thought you’d die before he had the chance to come for you but you were wrong. He is here.

’’Billy!’’ you say and smile softly.

’’I’m here now. Don’t worry Y/n’’ he replies.

’’So now that you’ve seen with your own eyes that I’ve kept my part of the deal. Now it’s your turn show me Castle.’’ he says and walks towards Billy with a gun in his hand.

Billy opens the top of the bag and shows him Franks face including a bullet hole ( which isn’t real but Rawlins doesn’t notice).

’’Well done Russo. We could’ve avoided all of that. next time you listen to me.’’ he says and pats his shoulder. Billy is exploding on the inside but doesn’t show. Billy turns away and walks towards Y/n. He kneels next to her and takes her into his arms. He kisses her head softly.

’’I’m here now my love. It’s gonna be okay. Everything will be fine. I love you!’’ he repeats it pretty much like a mantra.

’’I love you Billy Russo more than you’ll ever know.’’ you whisper. All eyes are on you and Billy so no one notices Frank stepping out of the bodybag hiding behind a post.

’’Go and get Castle we’re gonna burn him here’’ Rawlins says and Billy looks at you with wide eyes.

’’You didn’t?’’ you silently mouth and he sakes his head.

’’Babe you I know you barley have any strength left but you need to get up now and get the hell out of here now. Take that door over there it’s the fastest way to get out of here and hide. Frank and I will take care of the rest.’’ he says fast and you nod. He kisses you one last time before helping you get up.

’’Boss the bag is empty.’’ Rawlins turns around and sees how his guys hold up the empty bag.

’’What is this?’’ Rawlins screams. Frank steps out from behind the post and starts shooting and so does Billy while trying to shield you as much as he could.

Soon after Rawlins and his men were dead. Billy caught a bullet in his arm and Frank was shot in the leg other than that the two of them were fine.

’’Billy.’’ Frank says with a worried expression, his face white a sheet. Billy turns around and sees you laying on the floor not moving. He drops his gun and runs towards you.

’’Y/n, Baby can you hear me?’’ he asks panicking. You open your eyes and look at him.

’’Billy my back hurts.’’ you whine. Billy looks over your shoulder and notices the huge red spot. You were shot.

’’I’m so cold Billy and tired so so tired.’’

’’Don't close your eyes daring. Please I beg you stay with me.’’ he pleads crying.

’’I love you William Russo. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Never forget that do you hear me.’’

’’Don’t talk like that my love.’’

’’You and I both know that I’m not gonna make it out of here and that’s okay. I’m not mad at you and I don’t blame you for it Billy. Rawlins is the only one to blame for this you hear me? My biggest fear was to die alone in this shit hole not being able to see you. I could be worse at least now I’m in the arms of the love of my life. Listen to me now Billy. You’re allowed to suffer and to mourn me but life goes on and I don’t want you to be miserable for the rest of your life. Don't you ever dare to feel guilty for being happy again after I’m gone. I’ll be watching over you and I’ll always be with you in here.’’ you say crying and place your hand on his chest right over his heart.

’’Frank!’’ you all for him. Once he reaches you, you grab his hand and start talking.

’’Thank you for being here. Thank you for putting everything aside for me. I means everything to me. I couldn’t ask for a better friend. Please watch out for Billy. He will need you and Curtis.’’ you say and he nods.

’’Anything for you.’’ he says and lets go of your hand to give you and Billy some privacy.

Billy holds you for a few more minutes and kisses you from time to time. He also tells you how much he loves you.

’’It’s time Billy.’’ you say as it becomes harder to breath.

’’I’m not ready Y/n. I ’’ he says and his voice breaks.

’’Neither am I but we have no choice.’’

’’Don’t forget me.’’

’’How could I forget the love of my life? You’re my everything. There’s a reason why I put that ring on your finger. I love you Y/n Y/l/n.’’

’’I love you too William Russo’’

Those where the last words that left your mouth before you left Billy and the world on a rainy Thursday night.

All Billy’s been doing since you’ve left ist staring at your pictures and watching videos of the two of you while drinking until he passes out.

Now two weeks later there is a small funeral held for you. Only Billy and your closest friends are there including Frank Karen and Curtis who did everything in their power to keep Billy and line.

Once the funeral is over everyone is gone except for Billy, Frank and Curtis. They spent the rest of the day passing around a bottle of whiskey remembering the happy times and tell each other funny things they’ve experienced with you over the years.

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[strugglingclassicist]

Hi, first of all I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, believe me this was not my intention... I saw a post of yours talking about how you know how to speak Latin, and, as a fellow classicist (I'm at second year of university, studying ancient Greek and Latin literature) I found the concept extremely fascinating, and I'd love to ask you if you have any tips on how to reach that level, or if you'd like to share your experience of the process of learning this skill.. (again, sorry to bother you and I hope I haven't made too many mistakes, English is not my first language..)

this is not a bother at all, in fact it is a topic I really enjoy talking about so thank you for asking !!!!!

What I think is very important is that you don't have to "reach a level" where your latin skills are good enough for you to be able to or allowed to dabble with spoken latin, you can start the moment you begin learning latin!

My journey with spoken latin actually started by my being dissatisfied and frustrated with my classics program and the teaching (t)here. I actually considered myself someone good with languages, like I went on exchange a year to Germany while in school and even tho I wasn't the quickest to better my language while there, I think I was the one who didn't feel frustrated or disheartened by this way of learning the language. But then I went from this experience with acquiring a language abroad to studying latin language at uni and I found it so. damn. Hard! somehow nothing wanted to stick and I grew frustrated at the way they wanted me to acquire the language and convey my latin skills. the grammatical meta-language has largely felt meaninglessly detailed and a bit nonsensical to me (outside the broader rules) so I find it hard remember, but that means I'm not able to express all of what I understand of the latin in class and on exams (especially the latter feels a bit disheartening). I also disliked that from day one the focus on reading latin texts was that every single word and grammatical construct had to be translated perfectly, and that was the only way I was shown to engage with latin. No room for "Even though I'm not able to translate every word and detail I get the gist of the text, understand what is happening, and can even explain some key aspects of the text" and then working up to being able to understand more and more details, just translate everything perfectly and you get only annoyance/not any credits if you try to express your understanding in a different way.

I do very much understand the importance of being able to explain and analyze the grammar and text in detail, but to have this as the sole approach to the latin language has always felt a bit constructed, unnatural, and unintuitive to me - which is where spoken latin comes in!

I was so lucky to encounter a spoken latin circle when I had a semester abroad at uni, which I felt gave me so much of what I'd felt lacking in my classes. It was enough that I mostly understood in general the gist of what was happening, I was able to pick up on new words as I heard them used around me (often with the result that I remember them better as well), and I was able to start uttering small sentences in latin myself.

Whenever I use latin actively I get to feel the limits of my latin skills, and through my desire to express myself I am also motivated to push myself to expand the comfort zone of my language skills, and to learn more. And I really do mean that spoken latin is something you can do from the minute you start learning the language!

A good exercise I've done some of is to sit down somewhere and see how much of my surroundings I'm able to describe in latin, and it can be fairly uncomplicated stuff, like "aedificium video", "ego in horto sum", "video amicas meas adesse". If you can it is something which can be fun to do with classmates or friends who also know some latin, and it should be something which is possible to do even after having learned latin for only a short time, if anything I find it is something which can really supplement your learning and help your familiarity and flexibility with the language!

I was lucky who was introduced to a spoken latin circle, and if you can't find that at your uni or in your city, I highly recommend trying to round up some classmates or friends who know some latin, or even older/younger students at your classics program - go together and learn to actively use the language together, and you can also learn from each other. If you're on your own, or between meeting up with others to practice spoken latin, I can also recommend trying to write in latin as well, and it can be just as simple and concrete as the examples for spoken latin until you feel comfortable trying to express yourself with more complexity.

I guess in general my tip is to treat latin a bit like any other language, and until recently it was a language used similarly to English today for those of us who aren't native speakers. I have a forefather who learned and had to speak latin in school, went on to become a professor and held lectures and correspondences and wrote books in latin. I also correspond with people abroad in English as a common tongue, have had plenty of lectures in English, 99% of my academic reading lists are in English, and I have had to write essays for uni in English, and all at a uni in my own country. I have had laymen and fellow students and professors alike treat latin as this super special scary difficult and very dead language which separates the worthy intellectuals from the hoi polloi. But Latin is mostly just like any other language, and like with other languages you improve your general language comprehension also through practicing your active language skills like speaking and writing. And with practice we get slowly better and better. I am still very much at an unadvanced state, but my goal is to be able to express both concrete experiences and ideas in latin, just as I've been able to do with English and German.

I feel like since I started focusing on my active latin skills, I'm slowly getting a more integrated relationship with the language. It feels good, and I hope you will have a similar positive experience from looking more into spoken latin!

[nonbinaryhomu]

kyomami week day iii: very, very angst

oneshot, 1040 words

sorry for any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my native language

i’m very disappointed nobody are talking about that one scene where kyoko was close to becoming a witch and i always thinked about au where mami didn’t save her because she was late, so. here we are

and yeah that’s all additional memory references in there

      “I-Is it… the end…?”

       Redhead fourteen-year-old girl fell down into a ground, feeling the blood flowing from the corner of her lips. Still not wanting to die here, gathered all her strengths and crawled out from Witch’s Barrier, coughing up red liquid and stretching her hand forward, as if expecting help. This obviously isn’t true, she was all alone, nobody would help her.

      This is like her life in this moment showed the end credits. All is over, the audience may diverge, only the main actor still stuck in this end, don’t know what will she do. Her career is over, these are her last moment in this place. She want to scream Please, let me still be there! Don’t leave me, you all! but this doesn’t work, all she can do is cry, because she can’t dry her tears anymore.

      Her life lantern flickered and barely smoldered, rotating weakly around its axis. Red flames burned out, leaving only meaningless sediment behind. Darkness fell and through the ever darker lantern it was impossible to see anything; there were only empty holes glowing with despair, which she did not manage to fill during her life. There were so many unfinished things behind her, but maybe it’s even better – her life was so meaningless. All she could do was watch as an impenetrable curtain covers all her dreams.

      “You can’t use your magic anymore, didn’t you?” cat-like creature smiled innocently and jumped on her chest. “It really looks like it’s the end for you. You’re useless.”

      “But… Why…?” girl choked out hard, looking at creature from under half-closed lids. “It’s not that I just forgot how to use my magic, right…? You must joking, Kyubey…”

      “You said you don’t need her anymore, Kyoko” smiled Kyubey and wagged his tail. “Didn’t you see? Your words worked.  And, all your magic was to help your beloved family, but they all died, because of you. Isn’t that alright? Object of your wish died, your magic is useless. You are useless.”

      “Why… Did you say this to me?” asked Kyoko, transforming from her magical girl outfit to her usual clothes and closing her eyes. “I always though… You aren’t type who help his innocent victims…”

      “I’m not helping you” announced Incubator, still with him smile in him face. “I just want to inform you that you die in a moment. All of your magical energy disappeared, and you haven’t any Grief Seeds anymore. This is the situation without exit.”

      “What will happen to me?” red-eyed asked again, feeling, how her body starts to get colder, like her heart and even Soul Gem. “This… It will not the painless death, right…?”

      “You’ll just turn into a Witch. That’s all, the fate of all magical girls. Although, to be honest, I didn’t think you ever turn into this, but even I can be wrong. Like humans.”

      Teen girl sighed deeply, feeling, how her heart was ripped off. She turns into the monster that her dad called her, isn't that fair? She led her family to death, she deserved this fate, she deserved everything, what will happen to her.

      But deep in her dying heart one thought flashed out: Let me hug her. Let me hug her once more…

–––

      The sun was slowly going down.

      Mami sighed heavy, when the winter wind pierced her body. She was so alone in evenings like this. Kyoko didn’t come today too and looks like even Kyubey didn’t want to be with her. When her classmates invited her to walk together, she refused, but now regretted it.

      Sun started bounced back on the fountain she passed, what made her remembered times, when she passed this way with her only one magical girl friend. Those times were singing to the accompaniment of an orange sky and trying to stop the sun from switching places with the moon. Those times made her laugh, made her happy. But now, when she was left alone again, from unknown reason, her thoughts were going in one direction: what if she wasn't so afraid to do what she always wanted? When sun was going down and she was focused her eyes on younger girl, saying Let’s go home, so we don’t lose our way, choosing the wrong road, she always wanted to just grab her kouhai’s hand, but was too scared to do this. When their hands were meeting by accident she started apologizing, saying, she didn’t want to this happen. But all of her words were lies. All of her words concealed within themselves tears, what she couldn’t dry anymore.

       She didn’t want to be “just friends”, staying just friends wouldn't please her, all of her words were love, what she can’t confess. All the goodbyes, all the “See you tomorrow”, this all made her hoping one day in answer she would hear “Goodbye, I love you”. Of course, she was so wrong and so naive, but she want to be so wrong and so naive, this was the only hope she has left. Sky refused to accept her tears anymore, the evening words sparkled with lonely regret, oh God, she couldn’t bear this feeling. Kyoko will never can hear her thoughts, but if only… If only…

      “I can’t take this anymore” escaped from her lips, when she started running to place in town near Mitakihara, only to see that person she wanted to see the most. “I’m sorry, I love you.”

–––

     Grief Seed bloomed at the sky above dying Kyoko, making her sure it’s the end. Her life lantern disappeared and even those regretful words didn’t want to cover her heart. She can’t just go back, she can’t go to home and forget about everything. All that is left are tears she can’t dry, the whole world around her turned upside down. Nothing left to her, but…

      “W-Wait, please, no!” the gentle and as if from a distance voice what she knew perfectly well started screaming, but she can’t open her eyes, covered with shedding tears. “Sakura-san, don’t say you…!”

      This still was the end, no matter how she didn’t want to die in that moment.

      The curtain finally fell.

      ”Sorry and hey, I loved you so much” was her only answer, until world ended to her.

[causeimhappinesss]

Disorder - Albert Wesker x reader

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader

Warnings: none (maybe just some angst)

Request: "May I ask for an imagine where Wesker has an s/o with Borderline Personality Disorder and sometimes feels like a burden because of it? Thank you very much in advance~"

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

In order to write this imagine, I had to do some research. I sincerely hope I didn't make a mistake or something that would offend someone. If I did, I apologize.

***

Albert loves people like him, that is to say, with perfect physical and mental health. Yes, he doesn't consider his God complex to be a mental health disorder... This means that, in order to be in a relationship with you, you must have hidden your Borderline Personality Disorder...

When Wesker finds out, it's because he suspects something, such as your mood swings, sarcastic answers, or the occasional (intense) outbursts you've had, whether it's about your work or your relationships with others. When it comes to him, you've always held it together as best you could. You have also expressed the fear of losing him on several occasions, especially when Excella or female scientists have been close to him. Much too close for your taste.

Not being an expert on such disorders, he did some research, but being unsure, he wouldn’t say a word about it. However, he won’t stop wondering... Does he want a normal person with weaknesses? Won't you ruin his plans to become the God of HIS world? Your mood swings, your tantrums could put him in danger...

And for this, he put distances between you for two weeks, without breaking up with you. At that time, your fear of abandonment and rejection increased, so much so that you couldn't sleep or eat. Every time you imagined he was about to leave you, your heart would clench and your stomach would twist. Tears rolled down your cheeks. You tried to fight it, you knew it was that damn disorder, but... it was so painful.

Then you realized that you had been idealizing him all along. Albert wasn't perfect. Albert was a cruel, selfish, manipulative man. All of this brought out a lot of anger in you. One night, as you tried to calm your tears, you punched your pillow repeatedly, imagining it was his face, until you were out of breath.

"Fuck you, Al! Why do I love you, huh? Why? Maybe it's me who should leave you, not the other way around!"

You felt that he didn't deserve you, you who were so devoted to him, who loved him so much, when he didn't give you any attention anymore.

Lying on your bed, your eyes fixed on your immaculate ceiling, you tried to think clearly, to put things into perspective. It was a battle against yourself and it was so complicated... but when your crisis dissipated, you sighed.

At least you hadn't yelled at him or called him names. With the years and your treatment, the crises were less complicated, the disease was easier to deal with than in your teen years.

To take your mind off it, while you were feeling ashamed of your own reactions, you decided to cook something to eat, something that made you happy.

While the food was cooking, you selected a novel that you loved to read to take your mind off it. Gradually, the storm of emotions and dark thoughts had dissipated and calmness had set in.

*

"What would William have done?"

It was a question Wesker often asked himself. Birkin was a calmer person than he was, more capable of love and affection, even though a few months before his death, his marriage to Annette had become complicated.

As he left his laboratory, free of all bacteria and his famous white coat, the man walked toward your apartment, still procrastinating. His heart refused to let you go, even though you weren't as perfect as he was.

"Anyway, no one will be..." he breathed in the elevator.

Even poor William Birkin had been stupid enough to inject himself with the G-virus.

When the doors opened on the top floor of the immense tower which gave an incredible panorama of the city, several kilometers away from his position, he went through the corridors to plant himself in front of the door of the apartment. He took a deep breath. He waited a few seconds, then took out his keys, opened the door and closed it behind him. When he ventured into the apartment, he found you asleep on the couch, a book on your stomach, an empty plate on the coffee table. You seemed to have fallen asleep a little unexpectedly. When he looked at your face, it looked swollen, especially your eyes, as if you had been crying.

Without trying to understand, he picked you up like a bride and brought you back to your room. Gently, he laid you on the bed. Immediately, he turned his back to you to undress.

At the same time, you opened your eyes and contemplated his muscular back, on which beauty spots were dancing. In spite of your tiredness and your creased eyes, you smiled.

This was the first time he had come to sleep with you in two weeks... for some time now, he had been spending his nights at the labs or in his own apartment... that meant he still loved you, right?

"Al...?"

Slowly, he turned around, his sunglasses on his nose. The moonlight that filtered into the room illuminated his toned torso, that of a God. He came to sit on the edge of the bed and one of his hands traced the contours of your face, from your swollen eyes to your slightly cracked and puffy lips.

"You've been crying, dearheart."

You didn't dare respond to that statement. You swallow hard. How to explain it to him?

"I know it's not easy for you right now... But I'm not going to abandon you, okay?"

A thin smile stretched your lips. Your heart skipped a beat. His snake-like eyes scanned you before he placed a warm kiss on your forehead. Even though he wasn't good at reassuring others, because before he met you, he rarely needed to do so, he was trying.

"I will try to help you, as best I can, but communication is important between us. Whenever something is bothering you, I want you to tell me about it."

You nodded and ran your hands through his blond hair, still sticky from the gel he put in it every morning.

"I'll do my best," you replied, before kissing him.

He responded to the kiss with tenderness, then pulled away from you.

"I'm going to take a shower. Will you join me afterwards for a bath?"

How could you refuse?

From that day on, you and Albert made a rule: tell each other everything every night. Absolutely everything. It was easier for him to reassure you, to make sure you would be okay and to help you through the occasional crisis, but also with your usual symptoms.

Albert would also consider finding a way to cure you permanently from this disorder, especially with the help of a virus. From experience, he knew that anything was possible and he wouldn't give up. He wanted you to be healthy and happy.