#sylvia 001.

[sadiechen]

Who: Sylvia Bello-Kim (@fridaynightmuses)

Where: Caffélicious

Sadie took a sip of her iced latte, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she leaned in across the table, suddenly nostalgic. “Okay, so remember that ridiculous phase I went through when I was seven? The mermaid thing." Sadie had been so obsessed. She ad just watched The Little Mermaid for the first time and had been hooked. “I swear, every morning I’d show up in the kitchen, completely serious, demanding you braid it just right, like I was about to embark on an epic sea adventure." Sylvia, being the world’s most patient older sister, braided Sadie's hair practically every day as if it was their sacred ritual they couldn't break. "You’re honestly a saint for putting up with that!”

[clementinebriar]

STATUS: closed for @fridaynightmuses (sylvia) LOCATION: haunted rave

It takes her a moment to really register what’s happening around her. Clementine likes this part of the high — the part where everything’s doubly as colorful, doubly as loud, doubly as exciting. The part where company becomes obsolete, because she’s having such a good time on her own, and that irksome loneliness doesn’t fucking creep in uninvited. If it wouldn’t fuck with her rent, she’d be this high and this drunk all the fucking time.

Makes her a little careless, though. Like now, for instance, when she’s so into whatever song is playing that she accidentally elbows someone behind her in the gut. Or what she assumes is the gut — can’t really tell, from where she’s looking. She turns around and barks a laugh, bringing her hand to cover her mouth before it gets any more ridiculous. “Sorry,” she shouts over the music. “I didn’t know there was anyone so close to me.” She’d’ve been more annoyed if it had been a man, mind you, but this woman’s hot, and she seems harmless enough — like maybe she’d just been trying to cut through the crowd — so she lets it slide. “You look freaky, by the way,” she adds with a lazy grin. “Fuckin’ dope.” 

[kathrynsoutherland]

"Can I share that sandcastle mold with you? I have the round bucket, but I let a group of children borrow the rest of my sandcastle toys earlier and I haven't gotten them back." she shrugged. "I don't mind, but something about a fully rounded non-dimensional sandcastle doesn't spark my interest as much as the other ones." @xsylcuenco

[owenryder]

"I've never understood those people who are walking like, five dogs at once and have leashes going every which way," he shook his head, "just seems like too much of a hassle," then again, he had one goldfish. He didn't know if maybe he was just ill-prepared to handle something like that. "Oh no, fully be mean, please. Now I've got full custody of him for a while and I'm genuinely wondering how much longer I can keep him alive? Maybe I'll surprise myself."

"I prefer it that way too, I can't picture myself with multiple dogs at the salon or on outings. It's too much." Sylvia did her best to muffle her laughter as to not scare the puppies when Ryder mentioned the potential of having to replace Picasso. "Not to be mean, but I'm shocked he's still alive.."

[laurenxbennett]

Starter for: @xsylcuenco Where: Pool Party When: Around 9pm

Despite their past, Lauren was very happy that she could say that she was still good friends with Syl. Yes, they had dated, hell… Syl had been her first girlfriend ever during high school. With two cocktails in hand, she made her way over to the jacuzzi where she had left her friend behind just a moment earlier. One of the drinks was handed to her friend before she lowered herself into the water. “You know, I think this yearly pool party is definitely one of the best party’s of the year in this town.” Never had she missed one throughout the years she had lived here. Even if school was over in New York and she left for home again… She would visit the party. “Although I definitely prefer the nightly part of the day over the daily part.” Lauren raised her glass to the other woman. “I just love your new bikini, by the way.”

[karvroom]

10 Things I Hate About Katsuki Bakugo

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001. English Literature is a Pain in the Ass

The September breeze sent all things flimsy to sway in its path. The wind danced with the falling leaves before hitting the ground, occasionally picking them back up only to fall once again. You loved this time of year. It was perfect for going outside without having to dress in a stringy top to beat the heat or wearing a jacket over your stylish outfit. The only downside to this amazing weather was the tradition of going to school at the start of the month.

You let out a breathy sigh, head in the palm of your hand as your elbow rested against the windowsill. The windows of your faded red Dodge Dart GT were rolled down, allowing the wind to blow through your luscious (H/C) locks. Your loud, edgy music causing heads to turn in your direction the further down the street you went. As you came to a red octagon, you stopped, letting the following cars pass by accordingly at the four-way. You tapped rhythmically on the steering wheel as you patiently waited, paying no mind to the four girls in the pale moon convertible next to you.

You stepped on the gas, turning into your schools parking lot. It was a struggle finding a spot to park due to everyone walking and waiting around for God knows what. You were relieved once you found an empty space, quickly pulling in with no hesitation.

You navigated your way through the crowded courtyard, your messenger bag filled with books in hand. You bumped shoulders with anyone who obviously saw you were walking, but refused to move even if it was the teensiest step forward to clear a path. It was only seven in the morning and you were already fed up with everyone's shit.

The bell rung and eventually you made it to your first class of the day: English Literature. You sat in the second row of the seating chart. Intently, you listened to Aizawa drone on like he always did at the beginning of class.

"Okay, then. What did everyone think of The Sun Also Rises?" He scanned his sluggish students after he asked, looking for any volunteers to speak freely about the book.

A girl in your class named Hagakure raised her hand, bringing it down once she made eye contact with Aizawa. The class turned to look at her, including yourself. She spoke in a dreamy tone, "I loved it. He's so romantic."

"Romantic? Hemingway?" You asked, wondering if she was being serious. You heard Aizawa release an elongated sigh before you turned to him and continued, "He was an abusive alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers."

"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag who has no friends?" Kaminari asked from the back of the class, earning a few chuckles from his buddies. You rolled your eyes at the comment from him. He held his hand out toward a smaller high school boy, Mineta. The crisp clap of their hands was cut short when Aizawa shouted at him.

"Pipe down, Chachi." That quickly wiped the smirk off Kaminari's stupid face. He was embarrassed to say the least. It wouldn't have been the first time he was shut down by Aizawa in front of a large crowd.

"I guess in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." You didn't waste a second to snap back. Your classmates groaned, knowing you were about to go on a spiel. "What about Sylvia Plath, or Charlotte Brontë or Simone de Beauvoir?"

The door opened, totally unscripted from the looks of everyone's faces. As nosy as your class was, they turned their attention to the person at the door.

The tall teenage boy wore a black, short sleeve t-shirt. His straight fit, dark wash jeans ran down to his plain sneakers. His chiseled jawline looked almost like it could slice and dice any vegetable he wanted to.

"What'd I miss?" He asked as he panted. He looked like he'd just run a marathon—sweaty and a pinkish tint added to his cheeks. A clear frown was plastered onto his face. His crimson eyes darted around the classroom.

You turned away and crossed your arms over your stomach. You stared Mr. Aizawa right in the eyes as you spoke, as if he were to blame for the previous conversation, "The oppressive patriarchal values that dictate our education."

"Good." The blonde spat, doing a 180 on his heel, and walking out of the classroom before Aizawa could stop him.

"Hey, hey!" Aizawa shouted after him.

"Mr. Aizawa. Is there any chance we could get (Y/N) to take her Midol before she comes to class?" Kaminari, once again, was mouthing off about you. Of course, even more of your classmates laughed at his joke.

You felt like it was a game of turning between Kaminari and Mr. Aizawa. You were getting tired of it. You whipped your head once more, giving Kaminari the meanest glare he'd ever seen. You wanted to wipe the floor with his smug face.

"Someday you're gonna get bitch-slapped, and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it." Aizawa shook his head around, emphasizing his sentence. You felt a small ego boost from him taking your side, especially because Aizawa would usually just ignore the conversation or egg you both on. Your teacher began to slowly strut to your side of the classroom, making direct eye contact with you as he did so. "And (Y/N), I want to thank you for your point of view. I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper-middle class suburban oppression. Must be tough."

"Anything else?" You sarcastically inquired, expecting there to be a complaint about your mouthy and unpopular view of things.

"Yeah, go to the office. You're pissing me off." Aizawa pointed to the door, walking back to the front of the class.

"What? Mr. Aizawa—"

"Later!" Your teacher cut you off, holding a hand up to silence your protests.

You rolled your eyes in defeat, standing from your desk and grabbing your satchel. Scattered chuckling was heard, including the most obnoxious coming from Kaminari. As you swung your book bag onto your shoulder, you managed to hit the annoying blonde in the shoulder. No remorse coming from you when he exclaimed in shock.

Upon entering the office, you were checking in with the front desk lady, explaining the situation. Though, she already knew of your antics and how much Aizawa despised you in his class.

"Emi!" As if on cue, Ms. Joke was at the door of Ms. Midnight's office. "What's another word for "engorged"?"

"I'll look it up." Ms. Joke offered, scurrying back to her desk.

"Okay." Midnight whispered. You listened to her ponder as you wandered into her room. The office lady told you to have your almost "daily talk" with Midnight. Midnight stared at her computer screen, typing then deleting words from her page, "Swollen. Turgid."

"Tumescent?" You asked, hands in your pockets.

"Perfect." Midnight mused, returning her gaze to the screen in front of her. She put her red-framed glasses on. Midnight typed and talked at the same time, trying to finish her lewd work, "So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. Aizawa's class again."

"Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action." You defended, sitting in the uncomfy chair across from Midnight.

"The way you expressed your opinion to Minoru Mineta?" Midnight shut her laptop, taking off her glasses and setting them on her desk. She faked a smile as she spoke, "By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested."

"I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls."

"The point is, (Y/N)..." Midnight picked up her mug, assumably sipping on her morning coffee before she continued. Her fingers remained in the handle of the mug, "People perceive you as somewhat..."

"Tempestuous?"

""Heinous bitch" is the term used most often." Midnight informed. You looked to the floor, then brought your gaze back up as you smiled to yourself at the funny description. Ms. Midnight saw that you took pride in the saying, she admired that you could handle such strong words, but for the sake of other students, advised otherwise, "You might want to work on that. Thank you."

"As always, thank you for your excellent guidance." You stood from your seat, repeating the same process you did when you were in class; scooping your messenger bag onto your shoulder. "I'll let you get back to Captain Celebrity's quivering member."

You walked out of the room before she could even say anything. She didn't know how you knew she was writing about one of her favorite American heroes.

""Quivering member"," Ms. Midnight hummed in thought. Then she lifted her computer screen, typing a storm, "I like that."

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⇨ 002. Your Overgrown Hatred for Assholes

first chapter of this story ! i intend for the story to be short because it’s based off the movie (duh). let me know what you all thought.

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[benitariums]

from the shelf [001/???]: the bell jar, sylvia plath

[jiakim]

THE WORDS SPOKEN BY HER FRIEND were true and brutally honest in a way that jia needed. she nodded quietly, fiddling with the handle of her coffee cup. "i think my limit is about to be reached," she agreed. thalia's question gave her pause and jia tried to find the right way to say what was actually weighing on her mind. "i'm scared ... that sylvia feels like i'm not prioritising our marriage. i'm scared she will tire of me."

"That is how most people cope with life." In her own case, extreme trauma caused a concrete wall to be built around the bad memories and every traumatizing event after only built up more defenses. "You are a very kind person, Jia, but there is a limitation to how much energy you have." Thalia took a sip of her coffee, absentmindedly thinking of how helpful it would be to have a therapist on call to provide the right words. "What do you feel the need to process?"

[kazachokolate]

Hello!

For the ask game:

fandom - "We Bare Bears"

pairing - Sylvia + Peepers (wanted to ask on VK, but forgot)

character - maybe, Applejack?

001 | We Bare Bears

I'm sorry I don't remember much x00

002 | Black eye

When I started shipping them: I don't remember xD I think when I watched the second season for the first time

My thoughts: I love them so much omg. Like, every time I see how they teasing each other, working together, etc, I'm just smiling so widely

What makes me happy about them: anything! From their canon interactions to fanart and fanfics. I'm just happy to see them

What makes me sad about them: Well, Peeps is more villain-y, after all. He likes to conquer planets and staff. And Syl is more heroic. There can be so much angst...

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Idk, I read them long ago and don't remember much, but remember, that I liked almost everything I read

Things I look for in fanfic: It's good if author can catch their atmosphere from canon

My wishlist: I want the third season xD Also I wish to me to draw black eye more

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I really don't know

My happily ever after for them: they're together and happy, married or not

003 | Applejack

How I feel about this character: I like her very much

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Flam. But I like the idea that both brothers are in love with her

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: with her friends, I suppose

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don't know popular opinions, so I don’t know

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: more interactions with Rockhoof, maybe? As I remember, there wasn't much

Favorite friendship for this character: with Twilight. I don't remember all seasons, but rewatched four episodes of the 1st one not so long ago and I just like their interactions :)

My crossover ship: Applejack/The Vigilante? :D

[starlitfunkster]

Tell me to say stuff as my characters!

Rules:

001. Keep it SFW for underaged characters. Those underaged will be marked with an asterisk (*) 002. Please don't make me shout! I don't want my voice to get hoarse.. or to bother my parents and sibling. 003. Do not spam requests. 004. Expect live character reactions to the request!

Characters: -Pluggy (Object Show OC) -Milk Choco Cookie (Cookie Run OC) -Sylvia (Mega Man Classic OC) -Loveli (Joy Mecha Fight OC) -Berry-Chan (Counterpart of Berry Bomber, this is the Jetters one) -Bethany (The Binding of Isaac, based on my tainted characters blog) -Twisty Teacup (Cuphead OC, not included in the initial post) -'Bendy's VA' (BaTIM AU character, not included in the initial post, but is being done because why not) -Pudding (Boba Tower AU character) -Prince Foof the IV (Mystical Mirror Realm character) -Naxan (KH OC, not included in the initial post) Characters (Sonas): -Vi (dailydoseofditto) -Aria (this blogs mascot, referring to the cousin OC of the same name)

[raquellereyes]

RIKKI & SYLVIA

🎃 Closed starter: @xsylcuenco​

🎃 Event: Spook Fest ‘22

🎃 Location: Movie barn

her small pumpkin-shaped basket was full of caramel popcorn and fun-size candy bars and raquelle carefully made her way through the crowd to find one of the last unoccupied hay bales. casper was probably one of the only spooky movies she could handle, and nothing could beat watching it at the festival. while she was still standing up, removing her back-pack to reveal a much needed knitted blanket as the evening was chilly, she noticed a familiar face. “sylvia?” she called out the name, causing a couple of strangers’ heads to turn in her direction. “you can sit next to me if you’d like! i have enough snacks to share... well, i hope so!”

[jiakim]

jia didn't know what it felt like for her wife. to have a disability as she did, have a machine almost forcibly letting her take part of the part of the world that had been taken from her, and not really knowing how to regulate it anymore. it must be so overwhelming to come from silence into a wall of constant sound. "did you find time to breathe ?" she asked. "you work too much, too hard." that part was painfully true. both of them had a tendency to lose themselves in their work. it was always touching when sylvia asked if she could help. to have her invested in jia's job even if it was 'only teaching middle schoolers' as some people in her past had referred to it as. sylvia knew how important it was to her and never made her feel like it was something that was less than. the distance between them wasn't permanent, because the things that mattered were still solid. "it's just a few papers left, it can wait until tomorrow." she pushed the papers and countless folders away from them and placed a kiss on syl's cheek in return. "right now i want to spend time with my wife with no work between us." another kiss. "maybe we can watch a movie before bed ? or do you wanna shower the day off and then sleep immediately ?"

"That's good." she said, falling into her wife's touch. Having her head rubbed after a long day was easily her favorite thing -and very much needed. Hearing was a lot of work, as easy as it looked for the outside looking in. She was glad that at least she had the chance to disconnect and just be in her own bubble if she wanted to. "You have no idea. I swear, it was like everyone needed my attention today." she said, a long heavy sigh leaving her lips. Between being needed at work and having to play mediator with her staff afterwards, she was spent. But thankful to at least be home with her wife.

Their work schedule did not aligned as much as she would like it to. After she was promoted to editor, it only became more hectic. Sylvia was working later and weekends made no difference in her career. Deadlines needed to be met and she needed to be available to her staff. At times she wondered if she made the right decision by taking the editor position. While it was everything she has been working her ass for, it was also causing distance between there. Surely she wasn't the only one noticing it.

A soft sigh left her lips shortly before their lips sweetly met for a brief moment. Despite her wife's reassuring words, she couldn't help but be consumed with guilt. "I'm going to make it up to you, tomorrow...And tonight." she chuckled, pressing a small peck on her lips. "You have a long way to go? I can help you finish up here." the brunette said, pulling up the closest chair so she could grab a seat next to her Jia.

[rafaelcb]

WHO: Rafael & Sylvia -- @xsylcuenco​​

WHERE: The Pink Gala; Paradise Gardens.

WHEN: July 23, 2022.

Adjusting the lapel to his jacket, Rafael cast his gaze around the room, searching for any familiar face in that moment -- although he knew just about everyone in the room. Benefit of living in a small town, really. That small town could sure pull out the looks, though, he had realized that years ago, during his first outing at one of these events, and had only been more and more impressed as time passed. Sylvia, someone he had known for a long while as being stylish, was no different. “Some song,” he commented, letting out a laugh. “Were you the one who requested it?”

[docolives]

WHO: livvy & sylvia -- @xsylcuenco​ WHERE: the saunas WHEN: january 10, 2021

Now this was what she needed -- a quiet, laidback night after being out in the frosty cold on snowmobiles? Perfection, honestly. The only problem she could even see on the horizon was how she was supposed to stay awake when she felt that relaxed, when there wasn’t a worry on her mind. Thankfully, her question was answered when the air shifted and she felt someone join her, looking up to see a familiar face and feeling a friendly smile cross her mouth, “well hey, stranger, fancy meeting you here.”

[galaxyraised]

@quantumstarpaths​   ⇾   asked for TILLY, SYLVIA.

“i see you’re making a face,  i see that...”   she stops mid-ramble at the face,  in fact,  but what she doesn’t know is what it means,   “i-is that a ‘stop talking’ face or is it a ‘you’re really pushing it tilly but keep talking my ear off ‘cuz i’m feeling super kindhearted and carefree’ face?”

[zhcnyv]

“Sylvia! Hey, do you have a moment? I have a favour to ask regarding Levi.” She was perfectly aware that she was ‘meddling’ – and Levi would later surely use the word – but how could anyone expect her to sit still? [ @sylvivs​ ]