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[userlaylivia]

12 for the ask game :)

ilyyyyy <3

12. talk about a new friend you made this year.

okay so I know it said one friend but I'm going to talk about a couple that have been there and supported me this year especially during this stuff with my dad!

sofia (@ginnysmiller) - you are one of my best friends on here and I honestly don't know what I'd do without you! I love everytime we talk about tsc or tvd or cadam, delena, and etc! you are a beautiful human being and I absolutely love you!!

miri (@barchiefangirl) - you are my best friend and i can't remember a time before knowing you! you are such a beautiful person and an amazing vidder and you being there for me and talking to me throughout everything with my dad means so much to me ily so much our friendship means so much to me!!

callie (@bryceyoung) - ily ily ilyyyyyy!!!!! talking with you about tsc, one tree hill and naley has made my year tbh! you are such a kind, sweet, beautiful person and you thinking about me on my dad's birthday last week just made my heart melt you are such an amazing friend and I thank god everyday I met you!!!!

my barchie girls jess (@miriammaisel), elsbeth (@laylakeating), cher (@alexihawleys), becca (@timlucys), justine @tabithatate), yusi (@daphnesulivan) & lana (@candicepatton) - thank you so much for welcoming me with open arms to the barchie fandom when you all know I prefer bugvarchie! ily all so much and your support during this terrible time has meant more than I could ever say! like I don't think I deserve you all but I really appreciate you guys and I'm so happy I'm friends with you all ily so much!!

I won't list anymore because it's already too long but I love every friend I made this year you all are so important to me ily ily ilyyyyyy!!!!

[celestie0]

I have a question idk if you answered this before or not anyways, did kickoff! Gojo have feelings for reader before he slid into her dms? And when todo needed help with mina did he think like this is the perfect chance to get close to reader?

hii my love i actually don’t think i’ve gotten this question before!! :0

no he didn’t have feelings for her before he messaged her hsldkdj he actually didn’t even know who she was until he facebook stalked mina to find out who her roommate was n then he found reader’s profile, stalked her for like two hours n then finally requested to follow her on instagram LOL

so when he reached out to her, it was mostly just intrigue and also just the desire to help todo out. and then obviously when they met he was really attracted to her, but the feelings came after they started seeing each other n hanging out often!!

[hourcat]

Model and Designer for piarles 😘🙏

20. model and designer

Pierre can't sleep.

It's becoming a habit, which is not boding well for his stomach lining considering how much more coffee he's been drinking because of that fact. Pierre just...can't sleep. There's not much he can really attribute it to, except for maybe the fact that he's a few months out from the big debut of his whole new fashion line--the latest Louis offshoot he'd been fortunate enough to helm. This is years of his life at stake: all that school and groundwork, all the bleeding and pricking and crying he'd done to find himself here, surrounded by fabric swatches laid out haphazardly at the desk kitty-cornered in his bedroom. There are stacks of photos and torn-up magazines out on his kitchen counter. His whole apartment is now a perfect parallel to his workplace: covered in ideas, wall-to-wall.

Hm. Maybe that's why he's becoming an insomniac.

Instead of paying the thought any more attention, though, Pierre slips out of bed and pads over to his desk chair, grabs the nearest sketchbook of his and flips to a blank page. It's not quite dawn, but there's more light than there was a few hours ago--enough to see what he'd left behind.

Charles is out cold. Completely asleep, drool and all. He looks innocent in ways that no photographer would ever be able to capture: forehead smoothed out with sleep, body curled in on itself slightly in the absence of someone next to him. Pierre gazes at him, sketchbook heavy in his hands, and feels the guilt in his stomach like a knife. He'd only invited his lead model over tonight for a review of their plans for the first walk-through with the clothes. (They have to move right, after all: Pierre needs to see his work from all angles in motion before he can be comfortable putting it on stage, even for a dress rehearsal.)

He hadn't planned for two bottles of wine. He certainly hadn't planned for Charles in his lap, warm and pliant and so, so easy as Pierre had given him direction: take this off and open your mouth and hands and knees. The memory of it makes Pierre's throat tight. So good for me, he'd mumbled after, mouth pressing just under Charles' ear, and the yes sir he'd gotten back had thrown him right out of his own mind.

He grips the sketchbook tighter. There's no way this can ever happen again, he knows--once is a mistake and he'll keep it that way.

From the bed, Charles snores lightly. It's a soft sound: sweet, almost. Pierre's chest is so tight he swears he must've forgotten how to breathe.

"Oh, Charlie," he whispers to the quiet of the room, "what have I done?" Nothing good, he's certain. Pencil in hand, Pierre tries to redirect his thoughts to the work laid out on the desk behind him--dresses with angular cuts, wide-arm sleeves, the jagged lines of a belt that's been nagging at the back of his mind since he'd axed the last round of the designs from his main book.

What he ends up with is this: Charles, in charcoal, curled up in his expensive sheets. The most damning evidence of his lapse in judgment, and he can't even bring himself to rip the sketch to shreds because it feels like a waste--a waste of beauty, even if it's a beauty he can't have.

[nohoney]

omg k sweetness I apologise for the influx of c&c asks… I am now riding the fluffy/happy smut train and am happily thinking ab c&c. us!yn suffering in the corner; everything is totally FINE!

for u darling („• ᴗ •„)

warnings: takes place before pt 1, sort of cheating but also not (reader and dabi are not a couple yet), slight drug use

You can vividly remember the very first time it happened, when Dabi first came around you smelling like another girl. It confused you because just a few hours ago he was bidding you goodbye with a lingering kiss, telling you that he was excited to see you later on again. And he did arrive as promised, but the smell of a perfume you didn’t recognize followed with him.

It was a beautiful fragrance but you soured when he had leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Who were you with?” you asked apprehensively. It was difficult to keep your cool and you couldn’t ignore how loud your heart was beating in your rib cage. Watching Dabi just casually make himself comfortable as he had been doing the last two weeks didn’t settle you like it should. Not when he smelled like another girl.

It sprouted an ugly feeling in your stomach that gradually clawed its way up into your chest. Dabi answers with a dismissive wave of his hand and says ‘some girl’, he tells you not to worry about it. You do try to, you genuinely do. He smells of powdery honey that actually smells so rich and decadent. The staying power of this perfume is wonderful and a part of you desperately wants to know what the fragrance is so that you can buy a little bottle for yourself. The other half of you is growing restless and irritated.

“Who were you with?” you repeat your question from before.

The last two weeks, Dabi filled your mind and you were spending all your time with him. You were gushing over him to your friends, denying having a crush but looking more than a little excited whenever he returned your texts. Slowly you were starting to itch for him, long for him when he wasn’t around, hope silently that he’d drop whatever he’s doing and make plans to be with you instead.

Blue eyes look to you and he looks uneasy, like he’s debating on giving you the same answer or if he should answer truthfully. “I told you, just some girl. No one important.”

It’s not a good enough answer because you know it wasn’t just him hanging out. Dabi doesn’t hang out with anyone. The only other answer is your mind is that he sold to someone and he… you don’t want to talk about it-

“Did you fuck her?” the question slips out before you can even think about it.

The room is silent and uncomfortable.

Dabi looks at you and you stare back at him. Your heartbeat is loud in your ears and your mind begins to spiral. “I thought you liked me.” the words fly out again because his lack of response to your question is beginning to upset you. “We’re, like, doing all these things together and you fucked someone else?”

“I never really stopped fucking other people,” Dabi admits and his tone implies that he has no regret, “it’s really not important to tell you.”

Your face heats in embarrassment and you feel like a fool. “I think you should go.” you tell him, looking more past him rather than at him.

It hurts that Dabi leaves without any explanation or apology to try to stay. He leaves silently and shuts the door with a quiet click. At first you wait just a few moments, hoping that he’ll come back through the door and he’ll talk to you. That he’ll express some regret in hurting you and that he’ll promise that he won’t do it again. After two minutes pass, it’s evident that you are left alone and you sit on your bed with your head in your hands. Angry tears sting behind your eyes but you don’t want to let them fall.

But you’re hurt because here’s this guy you know you really liked but he made you feel so stupid.

So you get drunk in your bedroom, crying into your pillow and deciding whether to send a ‘fuck you’ text or to just ghost Dabi altogether. Your girls would say to ghost him but you like Dabi. You like spending time with him and how he actually plays along with you when you get a little silly, you like how he takes care of you and you feel special that he told you that he’s never spent this much time with someone before.

So why did he still fuck someone else?

Maybe it’s my fault… I didn’t say anything. But I don’t even know if I want him as my boyfriend.

His contact is displayed on your phone screen and your thumb hesitates tapping the call button. You want to yell at him and you want to tell him to explain himself. A bottle of fruity vodka is filled into a pink mug and you sip and chase it with juice. You struggle slightly to be able to stand in place, leaning against your fridge for support and still staring at your phone screen.

Your thumb jams at the call button and the phone begins to ring.

It picks up after a few rings and Dabi voice’s answers roughly, “Hello?”

Why did you fuck someone else? I really like you and I thought you liked me. What the fuck?

It was your intention to say all those things but instead you burst into tears, blubbering gibberish and the only comprehensible thing that could come out your mouth was his name. He had hung up and it only made you cry harder when the call ended but you had failed to hear him tell you that he was on his way.

On the floor of your bedroom you were facedown and weeping quietly when you were slowly turned over on your back. You sniffled and hiccuped trying to speak and calm yourself.

“Alright doll, just calm down. I’m here.”

Dabi helped you to your bathroom, holding your hair back and waiting patiently as you threw up into the toilet. The taste of stomach acid and fruit juice laid on your tongue in a disgusting mixture, tears pricked your eyes from throwing up your guts but you had stopped crying. It’s disgusting to gather the taste in your mouth but you spit it into the toilet before flushing.

It takes a few minutes for you to pull yourself together before you look over, Dabi having brought you a bottle of water and he’s fishing out something from his pocket. He fishes out his car key and dips it into the small baggy of coke, carefully holding it up for you to take a bump. “Here, to straighten you out a little.”

You lean over and inhale the white powder into your nostril, the brief smell of gas hits your nose and Dabi does the same for your other nostril.

“I like you…” you slur to him, not all of the alcohol having been purged out your system, “I like you!”

Dabi looks uncomfortable but he pushes the water bottle towards you. “Look, I’m here. I wouldn’t do this shit for anyone else.” he assures you softly, “I don’t answer crying girls at this time of night. If anything, they get blocked.”

The cocaine slowly hits your brain and you feel a bit more lucid, but there’s still no mistaking that you still feel hurt. “Dabi…”

“We can talk about this in the morning-“ he tries to help you to your feet but you shake off his touch.

“Why not now?” a slight spark of anger shows as you glare up at his handsome face, “You-You did me dirty! You were leading me on!”

A hand runs down his face and he lets out an exasperated sigh. “It’s late, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” he attempts to tell you again but you’re adamant that he answer you now. It’s the first time you see him get impatient with you and all he does he bend back down to your level, giving you a chilling stare that makes you quiet down.

He gets no fuss as he helps clean you up and gets in bed with you. Dabi spoons you from behind and he doesn’t offer any goodnight to you. Even in your somewhat drunk state, you sensed that it was better that you stay quiet.

In the morning, nothing gets discussed. Instead he nurses your hangover, staying by your side and helping clean the sticky mess of alcohol that you don’t even remember spilling on your kitchen countertop. What was supposed to be a discussion doesn’t get addressed and a part of you fears that if you bring it up then Dabi won’t be willing to stick around.

It’s not like you were super sure about dating him either so you also didn’t feel like you had any right to be so upset with him.

But in the way Dabi kisses you, there’s tenderness in it that makes you a little weak, it brings back the little fuzzy feeling you’d been feeling since you and him first started fucking. For a few days, it’s back to the routine of spending all your time with him. Another day he returns smelling like another girl and he sees the unhappy look on your face, but this time he’s more careful to be approach you.

It’s not necessarily a silent agreement to not discuss, but you see that Dabi goes out of his way to try to please you and make you happier. That he’s doting on you in his own way and that he wants to continue to be around you.

You decide that you like him enough to let these things happen.

[cookie-crumblr]

So you’re saying Issac is also a sadist but doesn’t show it?

A HUUUUGE one. Like he’d never get off on hurting reader, unlike Dev.In, but he 100% gets off on torture of anyone else.

In jaspers story he and dev make a cameo where he’s just happy to be there for one of jaspers torture streams. I didn’t specify then, but he really didn’t care that the guy even did wrong

Edit! Also he will hurt reader out of “necessity” tho

[sweetlikesunflowersandhoney]

would you ever write a/b/o 👀

would i! i have two pages full already.

[grapecaseschoices]

♫ and Kendis, ♫ and Kendis + Ava, aaand ♫ and Irvin!

♫

Kendis: Two by Sleeping At Last [hehe*]

Kendis + Ava: Come on Eileen. NEXT! jkjk I WANT to say Poison & Wine by The Civil Wars; I don't think it's perfect but I also kinda feel it is. I need to ponder this more. And MAYBE when the party's over by Billie Eilish

Irvin: I THINK White Flag by Bishop Briggs; and because I'm not 1000% on that one, here is another [that isn't 1000% either]: COME WITH ME NOW by KONGOS

[permanentreverie]

taro & sage for the ask 🌟❤️

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about? depends on who, and how close we are/how long it's been, but i'd definitely fill them in on my move, my moving process, and my new job and living situation!

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is? already answered here, but i want to say that paintings are a close second! i swear one of the best things about this site are posts about old paintings and the stories about them/breaking down their meanings

random get to know me ask game!

[softerpixels]

💌 Post 4 pictures from Pinterest that describe your OC. Send this to 3 other simmers to keep the chain going!

okay now that i've posted patience i can answer this lmaoooo

[fancyshooting]

Do have any theories about possible meanings of Ocelot' black armband, or do you think it's just a design choice? I'm personally leaning towards the latter, but it seems mildly interesting to me that they chose for him to keep that accessory in every game he's in, particularly since it seems pretty insignificant in terms of identifying him when they also carried across the red scarf/gloves, which stand out so much more. From a quick search it seems to usually be worn as a sign of mourning, which could lead to some interesting implications if he only had the band in the later games (i.e. post BB supposed death) but since he wears it in Snake Eater too that somewhat dampens that idea a little and makes me lean again towards just design...

I've seen the idea put forward that in mgs3 the black armband could be for the boss but he was wearing it during the virtuous mission too, before her assassination was ordered. there doesn't seem to be any reason for him to be wearing a mourning band back then but I have a theory that I hope stands up, even though it's based on implicit information and offscreen events:

I think ADAM could be mourning EVA

there was definitely a defection in 1960. zero and snake briefly discuss it over the radio during operation snake eater:

Zero: There was a defection in September 1960... do you remember it?

Snake: You mean the two NSA code breakers who went over to the Soviet Union?

Zero: Precisely. Since then, they've apparently been training with the KGB for exactly this kind of situation. Their code names are ADAM and EVA. I've been told that ADAM has infiltrated Volgin's ranks.

the nsa part could possibly be a cover story but it's irrelevant here - all we need to know is that ADAM and EVA really did defect. there's no information on how close they were but they would have made a difficult, daunting journey from the US to the USSR together. ocelot was only 16 at the time. I imagine EVA to be older because ocelot is exceptional and spies are not typically so young. maybe he played something of a mentor role to him

ADAM and EVA both joined the kgb but only ADAM infiltrated the gru. tatyana (going to refer to fake eva as tatyana to avoid confusion) appeared to have ties to the kgb which ocelot picked up on in the helicopter. she had been captured at the sokolov research facility. sokolov later tells snake that she had arrived just before the virtuous mission, i.e. had already started her own mission for the chinese philosophers

although in that quote up there ^^^ zero refers to both ADAM and EVA in the present tense, as if they're both still alive, it could just be that the kgb has not informed the cia about his death. it's not necessary information (they can continue cooperating because they still have ADAM) and also, an unsolved assassination would likely cause the cia to become suspicious about the security of the operation. tatyana had probably already killed EVA before we see ocelot for the first time. this is heavily implied in the tape she leaves snake:

The two NSA code breakers who defected in 1960 were actually both men. The real ADAM never showed up at the meeting place, saving me the trouble of having to eliminate him. I sneaked in by pretending I was EVA.

the sokolov research facility was guarded by the kgb. it could be that EVA was a target of tatyana's, which would explain how she knew so much about snake's mission and how she was even able to meet him at the rendezvous point in the first place. ADAM might've been wary to meet at the arranged time and place after EVA was killed, which could be why he was late

ocelot would have been informed of the death of his defection partner via radio and so began to wear a mourning band to silently honour him. ocelot doesn't connect often with people so for him to wear this for EVA suggests genuine respect/care/grief

[userlaylivia]

tagged by @tudorgirl and maybe others lol <33

rules: to share 8 tv shows as a get to know me.

this isn't in order of favorites lol also not going to explain why their on the list because I'm tired but everyone should know my feelings on some of them lol

the secret circle

one tree hill

the vampire diaries

the originals

legacies

roswell new mexico

friday night lights

er

tagging: @nessa007, @annacoleman, @charlieconwayy, @emmasmuse, @madscline, @thesgoodwitch, @taylorsryan, @userguts, @saw-x, @emmanelson, @hydesjackiespuddinpop, @maya-matlin, @bakerolivia, @userlivie, @candicepatton and whoever else wants to do it <3

[celestie0]

idk if this is weird bc it's political but like imagining ihm gojo being a liberal man...idk it's so hot he advocates for my bodily autonomy

the bar is in hell

also correct me if im wrong but ihm gives me such midwest vibes, since their city is a small town where everyone knows each other. like illinois!! cornfields!!! (actually the town gives me more indiana vibes due to the scarcity of grocery stores but i hate indiana xoxo)

and ALSO one thing from past chapters that's been going thru my mind is GETO ever since reader saw him in the grocery store. LIKE HELLOW YOU PUT SUGURU X READER IN THE TAGS AS WELL?? AND NO ONE HAS BROUGHT THAT UP?? (i think) my theory: geto is going to visit gojo, maybe stay in a spare room, and BOOM mingling between geto and reader. and then BOOM gojo gets jealous. confirm or deny 🤔

LMAO the bar being in hell is so real tbh. but no ya ihm gojo is very liberal!!! i kinda have it in my mind that the story is set in like...mideasternish washington state!! washington state is a very blue state so yes he is like...advocating for federal legalization of marijuana level of liberal bahaha (although ik the mideastern parts are kind of a mix of red n blue counties a lil bit)

OOPS I JUST READ THE NEXT PARAGRAPH lmfao no i hear you!! it could totally be midwest too aaa but like idk anything about midwest and figured there are quite a few small towns up on the pacific northwest area hence why i chose washington state heheh

my original plans were to have it be set in socal but like. there are zero small towns here in socal HAHAH. we have a grocery store at...every other red light pretty much

and yes indeeeeeeed there's a little bit of suguru x reader (tbh i haven't quite decided on how much yet bc i love ihm gojo sososososososooooo much i don't wanna hurt him where reader gets TOO involved w suguru n he finds out or sumn aaa) BUT.....no babe your theory about him is wrong bahah it's a bit more complex than that actually :0 tinyyy hint below the cut in case you don't want spoilers

ihm gojo n ihm suguru are NOT on good terms sooo uhh yea all the more reason why i'm nervous to make reader get involved w ihm suguru eeeeepppp

[hourcat]

ferrarierre ooohhh penny for your thoughts? 👀

(from the wip tag game this morning)

hoho! this is actually my current project <3 in 2028, after lewis retires and leaves ferrari......guess who replaces him

Pierre, who happens to look exactly the same as he always has every single year they’ve been doing this: arms crossed over his chest, cap backwards on his head, race suit hanging off his waist like it’s trying to come off him. The thought makes Charles scoff. He’s opted for the black ones, the way he used to back when he was racing at Alpine, and Charles can’t deny that it’s definitely a color combination that works on him: red and black, accentuating the sponsors painted across his chest that Charles is intimately familiar with. The sponsors, that is. Not Pierre’s chest. He’s also perched across from Yuki, their longtime friend and current lead driver of Red Bull Racing. He’s leaning against the wall and clearly listening to whatever story Pierre is telling him, all exaggerated hand gestures and noises that Charles can only kind-of decipher. The biggest tell, of course, is the look on his face: delighted, completely, as Pierre chatters away like they haven’t spent all offseason texting, or whatever they do.

[racetrackthehiggins]

3, 16, and 24 xo

3:A song that reminds you of summertime

true trans soul rebel by against me! blasting that song in the car with the windows down is like....the summeriest mood

16:One of your favorite classical songs

I DONT KNOW IF THIS COUNTS but waloyo yamoni by christopher tin esp this live one

24:A song by a band you wish were still together

genuinely all the bands i like that are broken up are either old as hell and would not be making new music or are broken up bc someone died. but if this was like 2 years ago it would probably be mcr idk

[darlyssims]

Hi dear, I'm a new follower and I can't wait for your new hairs and the things you'll come up with.<3 Also welcome back from your hiatus! Btw, will you be willing to update your old hairs?

hiii!! tysm <3 I don't know yet if I'll update them because I lost all my blend files and I kind of feel too seperated from my own old work? idk haha. but i might redo some with a new twist !!

[littledemondani]

plumeria from the ask list!!

i vaguely answered this but i just looked at my docs and found a perv!eddie fic that i’m more than halfway done with! maybe i’ll get inspo for it and complete it this weekend

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