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elssero · 4 days ago

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wick and bone- prologue

-server!keigo x bartender!reader, line cook!touya x bartender! reader- restaurant au

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a new place, new city and a new apartment.

the first time you saw the place, it was early morning. the city still had a hush to it- not quite asleep, but not fully awake either. you’d arrived two days prior on a red-eye bus with two checked bags and a duffel. everything you owned that mattered was in those bags. the rest was either sold or donated.

the apartment building was a tall, square block of red brick and rusted fire escapes- not beautiful, but solid. it looked like the kind of place that held stories in its walls, not instagram-perfect snapshots. your unit, 6b, was up six narrow flights of stairs (no elevator), and by the third flight you was cursing the books you’d decided to bring.

you fumbled with the keys the landlord had mailed you weeks ago, heart thumping like you were about to meet someone for the first time- which, in a way, you were. you were meeting your new life.

6b was small, maybe 500 square feet, but the light that poured through the windows made it feel like a blank canvas instead of a box. hardwood floors that creaked when you stepped in just the wrong spot, white walls that had seen too many tenants and too few fresh coats of paint. the kitchen was laughable- two burners, a fridge from the 80s, and barely enough counter space to set down a grocery bag.

but it was yours.

the silence hit you hardest. not a familiar voice, not a recognizable creak in the floorboards, not even a couch yet to collapse onto. the wifi wasn’t set up, and the only thing in the fridge was a bottle of water you bought from a bodega two blocks away. you sat on the hardwood floor, legs outstretched, back against the wall. for the first time in months, you let yourself feel all of it- the excitement, the fear, the raw, aching loneliness.

over the next few days, you built a home out of boxes and trial-and-error. found a cheap secondhand couch through an app and paid extra to have it carried up the stairs. discovered that the closest coffee shop- bean and ledger- made overpriced but comfortingly bitter cold brews, and the barista with the pierced eyebrow remembered your name by day four.

you didn’t know anyone in this city, not really. an ex-coworker’s cousin lived here, but you’d only exchanged one awkward text. so instead you kept busy. you walked a lot. not for any purpose, just to know the streets, let the sounds of a city you didn’t yet understand fill the void where conversation used to be.

nights were the hardest. that’s when the silence got loud. you’d sit by the window and watch the city. it was like tuning into a show you hadn’t been cast in- glowing windows, passing taxis, flickering neon signs. lives unfolding everywhere but here.

it was one week after you moved into your apartment, and the novelty of my bold new beginning had started to wear off like cheap paint in a humid kitchen. the boxes were still half-unpacked, the mattress was still on the floor, and you were eating peanut butter toast off a paper towel. the money you’d saved- a modest stack scraped together from temp jobs and craigslist furniture sales- was already thinning. you needed a job.

the ad had been vague:

“now hiring experienced bartenders. busy, high-volume downtown location. must be fast, sharp, no ego. night shifts. apply in person.”

no name, no phone number. just an address.

that morning, you stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you looked like someone a bartender would look like. black jeans, button-down shirt, boots scuffed just enough to say “i’ve done this before.” hair tied back, wiping a smudge of toothpaste off your collar, and told yourself you weren’t desperate- just motivated.

the city was hot and sticky, the kind of weather that made everything feel more serious than it was. you walked to the address with a resume folded in your back pocket, repeating fake cocktail orders under my breath:

“two negronis, one shaken vodka martini, one old-fashioned- no muddled fruit.”

muscle memory helped. you’d done this before. just not here.

the restaurant’s name was ‘wick & bone ‘- one of those trendy, dimly lit places where the menu didn’t have prices and the cocktails had names like ‘smoke sermon’ and ‘lavender ghost.’ you pushed the door open at 3:15pm. the place was empty, prepping for dinner service. soft music played from hidden speakers, the smell of lemon oil and rosemary lingering in the air.

a woman in her late 40s stood behind the bar cutting limes. sleek ponytail, sharp eyes, black t-shirt that read “bone crew.” she didn’t look up.

“you here for the barback gig?” she asked.

her voice was laced thickly in a deep southern accent, the kind that told you that this women knew what she was doing, and had definitely been doing it for over twenty years.

you cleared your throat. “actually- bartender. i saw the ad.”

she looked up, finally. scanned me like a bouncer scans a fake ID. “you have experience?”

you nodded and handed over your resume. “three years. two at a gastropub in chicago. one at a dive in evanston. i know service speed, how to multitask, handle drunk finance guys and vegan first dates. i’m new to the city, but not new to this.”

she studied you for a beat too long, then nodded toward the bar. “alright. make me a daiquiri. then a manhattan. then tell me which bottle of whiskey back here is total shit.”

you moved behind the bar. fast but not cocky. muscle memory kicked in- pour, shake, strain, garnish. no frills. no showboating. just clean moves and proper pours. your hands shook slightly, not from nerves but from a mix of adrenaline and the realization that if you didn’t nail this, you might be applying to dog-walking apps tomorrow.

she sipped the daiquiri. then the Manhattan.

“not bad,” she said. “and that bottle—” she pointed at a dusty label-

you smiled. “that’s not whiskey. that’s regret in a bottle.”

she laughed. first smile you’d seen. “name’s brenna. I’m head bartender and bar manager. we’re short-staffed, so i don’t have time to sugarcoat this: we get slammed. you’ll be running three deep on a friday, wiping glasses with one hand and pouring mezcal flights with the other. if you screw up, it shows. if you can’t keep up, you’re out.”

you nodded. “i can keep up.”

she stared at me one more second, then nodded toward a clipboard. “you free tomorrow night? trial shift. 3pm sharp. black shirt, no logos. don’t be late.”

walking out of wick & bone with your ands still smelling like lime and bitters, the trial shift echoing in your head. the city had started to feel just a little smaller. the buildings didn’t loom quite so tall. you passed a street mural you hadn’t noticed before. a couple laughed in front of a food truck. for the first time since you arrived, you weren’t t just surviving the city- you were starting to participate in it.

that night, you sat in my apartment by the open window, feet propped up on a box labeled “kitchen- maybe keep??” you poured yourself a cheap beer and stared at the blank space where you might one day hang a print or a painting. maybe.

the fridge still buzzed too loud. the floor still creaked. but youI had a shift tomorrow. somewhere to be. something to prove.

adometimes, the job isn’t just a paycheck. sometimes it’s a foothold. and when you’re brand new in a city that doesn’t know your name, a foothold is everything.

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hunkpossession0 · 5 months ago

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Jake woke up in Alex's body, the reality of his situation sinking in with a delightful thrill. He stood in front of the full-length mirror in Alex's training room, his eyes wide with wonder. The morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on his new form. He couldn't help but run his hands over the sculpted muscles of his chest and arms, feeling the firmness and strength that was now his to command.

The black t-shirt, simple yet perfectly fitted, clung to his new muscular frame like a second skin. Every movement was accentuated by the fabric, which stretched and contracted with each flex, highlighting the impressive definition of Alex's physique. Jake loved the feel of the shirt against his skin, the way it made him feel powerful and in control. He'd catch glimpses of himself in reflective surfaces throughout the day, each time feeling a surge of pride.

His new face was a canvas of rugged beauty. A strong jawline framed by a short, stylish beard gave him a look of rugged charm. His eyes, now a deeper shade, sparkled with mischief and confidence. Jake would often touch his face, feeling the contours, the slight stubble, and the firmness of his new features. The short, neatly trimmed hair felt different, more vibrant, and he found himself running his fingers through it, enjoying the sensation.

The colorful fight shorts were another source of joy. They were vibrant, with intricate designs that seemed to tell a story of battles and victories. The shorts fit snugly, showcasing the muscular legs and the athletic build of his new body. Jake would often stand in a fighting stance, admiring how the shorts moved with him, feeling like a warrior ready for any challenge.

As he sat down at Alex's computer, his fingers danced over the keyboard with a newfound dexterity. He opened the browser and typed "Grindr" into the search bar, a playful smirk forming on his lips. The download progress bar seemed to move too slowly for his excitement. "This is going to be an adventure," he thought, his heart racing with anticipation. He imagined the conversations, the connections, all enhanced by this new, confident persona he now inhabited.

Jake flexed in the mirror one last time before heading out, watching the muscles dance under the tight shirt. His face lit up with a broad, confident smile, his new voice resonating with a deep, assured tone as he spoke to himself, "Let's make the most of this." With that, he grabbed his phone, opened the newly installed Grindr app, and stepped out into the world, eager to explore his new life with this invigorating sense of self-assurance and physical prowess.

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boujeesimss · 1 year ago

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hello! welcome to my tumblr. my name is boujeesimss! ౨ৎ

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new cc finds posts every monday, wednesday & friday! and new lookbooks every tuesday and thursdays! 🤍 posts will be up at 1pm est time! (you can always recommend ideas for either cc finds or lookbooks via my ask box)

you may use my code “BOUJEE” when shopping on the EA app. By using my code, it will directly support me as a sims creator. thank you so much in advance. <3

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What do you play on? I currently use a ROG Zephyrus G15 2022 laptop to play Sims 4 (yes, I would recommend this laptop but if you have the room and $ to get a desktop, get the desktop!) I am currently shopping for a custom PC! I am so excited to finally upgrade my Sims set up! I will keep everyone updated and include my PC specs once everything comes in! <3 update* I did build and get my custom PC up and running but sadly... any game I play on it runs extremely slow, so I am in the process of trying to fix that. for now, I am still playing on my laptop </3

How are your photos so clear? I use SRWE & GShade in game and I use GIMP & Adobe Lightroom app to sharpen/color my photos.

Will you ever do YouTube? I dream about doing videos but my laptop is super loud when I play Sims, so I can’t do YouTube until I get a desktop that is a lot quieter sadly!

How do you make CC Finds? I set up a bare lot with just photo backdrops, I take quick screenshots of the items and move over to Canva. I use a 9-slot template for every CC Find. In Canva, I just zoom in the item and it becomes super clear. I then move the template over to Gimp to sharpen the entire photo. I do not use SRWE to make CC Finds (it would take a lot longer)

How do you make Lookbooks? I create usually 3 different outfit themes in CAS on Nara. I used to take the photos in CAS but learned quickly that the quality is not good in there! I also can’t get SRWE to work in CAS. I now take photos of Nara in Live Mode on a white backdrop. I do use SRWE to take each photo. It takes a little longer, but the quality is great. I then crop and sharpen the photos in GIMP.

How do you post so often? Like my bio says, I don’t have many hobbies other than Sims lol! I spend a lot of my nights scheduling posts for weeks to come. When the post goes public, I share it to my other social medias. At this moment, I have 28 scheduled posts. I am now starting to post daily at 2PM EST and 6pm EST time. So, keep an eye out at those times! I also have learned the art of working fast at creating posts. I also have a list of CC Finds, Lookbooks, screenies that I want to do. So, I pretty much always have a plan on what I am going to do that day. Some posts just come naturally. Also another tip! If you see my sim in a screenie wearing an outfit you like, just know a lookbook will probably be coming soon! (you can also do a WCIF under my ask, I won’t mind!)

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hi there! my name is Jacqueline. I am 26 years old, and I have loved the sims since I was around 13. I was a super fan of LifeSimmer back in the day! she inspired me to begin playing sims 3. the rest was history hahah, i started my TikTok during the pandemic and don’t regret it one bit! I have loved sharing videos of my sim families and sharing tips with simmers all around the world. It is truly a blessing! I am new to Tumblr so excuse my page and all of its updates. we are a work in progress! I am a huge fan of Taylor Swift, I have two cats, one is named Penelope, and one is Paisley. I have 1 sister and an amazing mom who is my best friend. I love to stay home and play sims, watch reality tv or nap.

my goal for my Tumblr is to slow down my gameplay and appreciate the games beauty. I often rush through my sim families and create things fast.. it isn’t fun that way. I love to take screenshots, TikTok’s, lookbooks, decorate interiors, cc finds and lots more!

to finish off, i just hope whoever is reading this, truly loves sims as much as i do. it is a game that everyone should play in my opinion. young and old. there is nothing more fun than a game that involves clothes, houses and unlimited simoleons. last of all, i hope my content inspires you to make a page or a tiktok or an instagram sharing your gameplay. this community is always growing and it is so fun to see everyone’s ideas. my wcif is always open for any questions, recommendations, wcif (where can i find). now lets go create some sim content! see ya out there. xoxo jacqueline. ‪‪❤︎‬༝༚༝༚

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comphy-and-cozy · 3 months ago

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Signs - Lukas Dostal

Pairing: Lukáš Dostál x OC (f)

Summary: Lukas' best friend, Evie Sato, is on a mission to find love. He's her support system, her personal photographer, and her biggest supporter. And she doesn't realize he's in love with her.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, a lot of simping. One very slight reference to sex and... that's it? Who am I? ← BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST ← BACK TO 'SO CLOSE TO WHAT' MASTERLIST

Lukas always knew he’d make it to the NHL someday. He worked hard, focused on his drills, trained all summer. By the time he was a teenager, he had dedicated himself solely to hockey, telling himself that each day he was one step closer to realizing his dream.

And then he got to the United States and life as he knew it changed completely. All at once, he was playing in the AHL, and then his NHL debut, and then a steady NHL backup. He adjusted to life as a Westerner, learning how to play on smaller ice, experiencing Southern California warmth—and traffic—for the first time.

But none of that flipped his world upside down the way Evelyn Sato did.

Lukas is sitting on the rooftop level of his apartment building, back leant against a cushioned lounger. Evie is lying perpendicular at his side, the back of her head resting on his thigh. Her skin is coated in the pinkish-orange hue from the sun that’s slowly slipping under the horizon. Spectacular lavender clouds are splattered across the sky, like a scene straight out of a Bob Ross canvas.

To anyone on the outside looking in, they might think this is the sight of two lovers enjoying a Southern California sunset.

They’d be wrong.

Not for lack of wanting—no, Lukas has that covered—but because, no matter how many guys Evie dated, no matter how many relationships failed, she couldn’t see that the guy she’d spent so much time searching for is the one she’d never noticed. Not like that, at least.

They met through a friend of Trevor’s, becoming fast friends after being paired together for a beer pong tournament. For Lukas, it has long been an unrequited love affair, though admittedly, he’d never dared share his feelings for her for fear of scaring her away or ruining what they had. And what they had, while maybe it wasn’t quite what he wanted, was the easiest friendship he’d ever fallen into.

Lukas was sure there had always been a space for her carved out in his life, and now that she’d filled it, he wondered how he’d ever gotten by without noticing the gaping hole he now felt every time they were apart. He felt completely himself with her; outside of that one secret, Lukas had never kept anything from her, nor she him. It’s like muscle memory, everything falling exactly into place when they’re together.

It’s a beautiful friendship. And, in theory, has all of the makings of a beautiful relationship.

Maybe someday he’ll work up the courage to tell her how he feels. He’ll bumble over some nervous, desperate monologue, tell her that she had him at hello—he doesn’t know the reference, but he knows it’s from something romantic—and proceed to sweep her off her feet and ride off into the sunset.

But until then, Lukas is resigned to helping her take her Instagram photos (that doubled as dating app carousel photos) and deciphering texts from situationships, determining which ones wanted one night and which ones were boyfriend material.

Through it all, Lukas stayed diligently single. Less for the fact that he was waiting for her—though he would admit that there was a piece of him afraid to get himself in any sort of tangle just in case Evie did ever come to her senses—and more for the fact that no one even came close to Evelyn Sato, so what was the point?

Of course, Evie occasionally comments on how long it’d been since he mentioned a girl. Usually he can play it off like he’s just busy, focused on the season, but sometimes she’ll nudge him and say, “You’re a professional athlete, Luk, you should take advantage of that.”

So he laughs it off, nods along, and on road trips, he dusts off the old app and swipes on a few girls who look nothing like her—he knows it’ll only make his heart ache if the girls he innocently flirts with remind him of Evie. (He doesn’t actually meet up with anyone anymore after he kissed a girl in Dallas and saw Evie when he closed his eyes.)

Nothing ever goes anywhere, but at least he has written proof that he tried. It wasn’t that he ever expected Evie to verify the truth of his statement (that would be insane—she trusted him too much); the evidence was more to lie to himself that he wasn’t in too deep.

But, while Lukas is busy trying to play 4D chess to keep his monumental secret, Evie is on a mission to find love. And Lukas has to watch as goes on date after date, coming home either disappointed or—worse—giggly, with flushed cheeks, wondering what their wedding hashtag should be. He grits his teeth and musters up his most supportive smile, listening to her gush about how he held the door open for her and what big 4 consulting company he works for, resisting the urge to grimace. If she’s happy, then so am I has become his mantra.

Inevitably, though, that perfect man from date 1 slowly (sometimes quickly) lets down his mask, shows his true colors, and Lukas braces himself. And eventually, Prince Charming turns into ‘Chad Do Not Answer’ in her phone.

Those breakups—the ones where she ends it—are tolerable, mainly because she’s usually back to her normal, wonderful self within a few days, and, selfishly, Lukas is glad he gets to claim the #1 spot in her life again.

But sometimes, things don’t end on her terms. Sometimes, she gets dumped, and Lukas has to bite his tongue and keep the rage that simmers in his stomach inside. It isn’t fair, none of it is—and how could anyone ever not want to be with her? Here he is, yearning for her, doing everything right, and yet he still has to watch as some other guy takes what he has for granted and leaves her behind.

While he knows he should have even a tiny bit of relief when he hears the words He broke up with me—because she’s single again, and maybe this time will be the time—the empty waver of her voice breaks his heart far more than the fact of her not being his. He can’t enjoy it, even selfishly, because she isn’t happy.

And Lukas, ever the world’s most perfect best friend, is always there to pick her up when she falls; he has her Dairy Queen order memorized from the times he had to come to her rescue, holding her crying in his arms until she fell asleep. The bottom left drawer of her dresser is full of his sweatshirts that he’s left her wrapped in when he has to leave for a road trip but she’s afraid to be alone; he usually FaceTimes her at least once on his trips, but when she’s in that state of fragility, he’s sure to check in more frequently.

It was nice, he admitted, to be the one man who was ever-present in Evie’s life, like a lighthouse on a bay, consistent and steady, a beacon of light for her to navigate back to. So far, he’d outlasted every single one of them, and from the sound of her current debrief on her latest beau, he was about to add another tally to the list.

“He never picks up on any of my hints,” she says with a huff. “I told him I didn’t care if he went to the bar with his friends, but it was obvious he wasn’t actually supposed to go.”

Lukas bites his tongue. He decides now isn’t the time to point out that Evie’s communication with her boyfriend, Dan, isn’t exactly clear, and that he is the only one who understands the Evelyn Sato language—from the look in her eyes that says I want to go to the way she chews on the inside of her cheek when she’s frustrated. Instead, he just nods and hums and gasps in the appropriate spots of her vent session.

“And my god,” she says, “he can’t ever seem to take the hint when I’m… in the mood.”

Lukas feels his face get hot. He hopes his cheeks aren’t stained pink, but if they are, she doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, she’s picking at the fray on her shorts, eyes unfocused, like she’s replaying a recent memory. He feels the sting in his heart at the thought that it’s hurting her to be with someone who doesn’t understand her.

“It’s just like—know me better, you know?” she continues.

Lukas doesn’t realize his hands have started gently playing with her hair, a soothing card of his fingers through her long strands. He loves the way her black hair gets that bluish sort of glow in the right sun. The crease in her eyebrows soften just slightly, telling him to continue. “Right. Your partner should hear you and see you.”

She’s quiet again, soaking in the dying rays of golden hour, and he knows that she’s fast approaching a difficult decision. He opts to remain quiet, too, thinking to himself how beautiful she looks under the early dusk light.

Evie breaks up with Dan two weeks later. She doesn’t cry about it, which Lukas is thankful for, but she does act a little strange and he can’t quite place why. He has a western Canada road trip a few days later, which he thinks will give her enough time and space for her to process her feelings.

When he returns, everything seems normal, and she invites him over for takeout and Seinfeld reruns—one of her favorite post-breakup activities.

They’re sitting on her couch, empty Sweetgreen containers on the coffee table beside a half-finished bottle of her favorite kombucha. (She always goes on a bit of a health kick after a breakup.) Evie is typing on her phone, and Lukas asks conversationally, “Back to Hinge?”

Glancing up from her phone, she looks at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. Then she shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”

“No? How come?”

Evie shrugs. “I think maybe trying so hard is part of the problem.”

Lukas feels his heart flare. He swallows the urge to say, You don’t have to try with me, and instead just nods in understanding. “Yeah. Taking a break is probably a good idea. Give yourself some space.”

That same expression on her face appears again, the one that she had when she told him she broke up with Dan. Like she’s stuck on a decision and isn’t sure what to do. Lukas glances away, giving her the privacy to have her thought; when he looks back, her brown eyes are trained on him.

“What is it?”

“Luk, you… you hear me and see me,” she whispers, echoing his words from that night.

He’s paralyzed, afraid to say anything, afraid to even breathe for fear of changing the wind that might send her rolling off in a different direction. His heart thumps in his throat, caught somewhere between fear, elation, and utter disappointment.

“I can’t believe I never saw it,” she says. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

It feels like a trap, and part of him is bewildered at how she found out—but of course she saw through him. Just as she couldn’t hide from him, he had to realize it was foolish to try and hide from her. Especially not something like this, something that was woven into the very fabric of his being, stitched into every glance and smile and pressed into the tone of his voice.

Lukas doesn’t know what to say, so he stammers, looking for the right structure and arrangement of words. How long had he dreamt of this moment? Fantasized about what it’d be like to finally say it out loud, to see her smile as she realized what he was saying? Longer than he’d like to admit. And now, here he is, fumbling it harder than scoring an own-goal in a game.

She sits up further, scooting closer to him. Her hand, never afraid, now timidly reaches out to caress his cheek. “Luk?”

And then, as if he was a sleeper agent activated by the sound of his name from her mouth, he unleashes.

“I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I love you, Evie, and I have since we met. You’re the first person I want to talk to in the morning and the last person I want to talk to at night. I love your sleepy smile in the morning and I love the way the sun brings out the blue of your hair. The reason I don’t even try dating anymore is because no one compares to you. I just—I love you. You’re my favorite person. You’re my best friend.”

He’s not really sure what he said—he blacked out after the first three words—but it must have been good, because Evie is smiling. His heart thunders in his chest, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins from his confession.

She takes his hand, and he tries his best to keep it from shaking; if she notices, she doesn’t let on. “I’m glad you told me, even if it was super delayed.”

Lukas feels a soft laugh exhale out, too aware of the heat in his cheeks that he knows is a bright shade of crimson. He doesn’t know what to say, the unspoken question lingering in the air, feeling like lead in his throat.

Does she feel the same way?

His mind flits through the situation, reminding himself that finding out your best friend has been secretly in love with you is a lot to process. There’s a brief thought that the fact that her immediate reaction wasn’t to grimace and reject him on the spot—maybe it’s a good sign. Lukas clears his throat. “Um. You don’t have to… y’know, say anything back or whatever. I know that’s a lot to take in.”

Evie’s smiles, her eyes full of an appreciation that he understands, that even after baring his soul to her, he’s thinking about her and how she feels. Lukas’ heartbeat returns to a more normal level, and eventually a comfortable silence falls back over them as Jerry, George, and Kramer get into more nonsense.

A while later—he isn’t sure if it’s been 5 minutes or an hour—he hears her shift on the couch beside him. “Luk?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could kiss me?”

Lukas doesn’t think he heard her correctly. He turns to face her, but her expression is inquisitive, maybe a little bit bashful. Her eyes are a little bit wider, a small flush on her cheeks making her glow like they were watching the sunset on the roof. Looking at her, he realizes that he heard her exactly correctly.

“Are—are you sure?”

She nods. “I want to see what it feels like.”

And then his heart goes from 0-60 in the course of three seconds. He watches her scoot a bit closer to him and he can’t believe this is happening. Some of her hair has fallen loose from her messy bun, and he finds himself brushing it away from her face, leaning in closer to her. He knows his breathing has gotten heavier, but he doesn’t care; not with her lips on a fast-track trajectory to his.

Their mouths hover inches apart, pausing to feel each other’s breath against their lips. Lukas familiarizes himself with the feeling, memorizing it. Savoring it.

Evie’s smile is the last thing he sees before his eyes close and his lips finally graze hers. They’re soft, plush, perfect—everything he’d imagined they’d feel like. His heart soars, his senses flooded with her warmth and the smell of her perfume and the sound of her sigh; she is everywhere, and he never wants this moment to end.

To his dismay, it does end, but when she pulls away, he’s rewarded with a wide smile and flushed cheeks—an excellent consolation prize for having to be separate from her lips.

She’s quiet for a moment, and Lukas tries to quell the rapid thump of his heart. He wants to know what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling, because for once, he can’t read it on her face.

The words blurt out before he can stop them. He has to know. “So… how—what d’you think?”

Evie’s tongue darts out to lick at her lips, almost like she’s tasting him one more time. Then she smiles. “I think I could’ve saved myself from a lot of bad dates if we’d done that sooner.”

Author's Note: I promised @smileysvech I'd find the right fic to make my Dostal debut and am glad to say this one was perfect! Hope you like it bestie 😘

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numbetdullington · 5 months ago

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This wasn't even supposed to be finish. But it keeps crashing as the app couldn't handle loading the canva so I'm only stopping here.

Its kinda funny to say that these two pictures lived in the same timeline. Better to guess the what the world building would be. Because my sibling is quite exited now that I'm closer to finishing developing this story.

#digital art #artwork #sketch #digital sketch #oc art

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fairytaleprincessart · 1 month ago

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✨ Just a quick reminder ✨ If you don’t like AI art, simply don’t follow AI artists. Or block us as you see us pop up. Problem solved. This is one of hundreds of messages I get weekly. This person blocked me before I could reply.

I honestly love how people assume I don’t make “real” art just because I use AI as a medium. I started out being a photographer at age like 6. Then drawing and oil painting. I still oil paint daily. I also write music, sing, and create novels. Art isn’t one thing. It’s not confined to canvas, charcoal, or a brush. It’s a vision, and a tool to bring that vision to life.

AI is just that a tool. Is it ethical? That’s up for debate. But as a real artist, I enjoy using it, just like I enjoy painting, writing, and composing. People once said digital art, iPad sketching, and apps like Procreate weren’t “real” either. Now it’s an industry. Creativity evolves.

Prompting well is not easy. I’ve spent nearly four years teaching myself how to prompt, refine, and build scenes that express the fantasy world in my head. It takes time, experimentation, and actual creative vision.

I’m literally out here building a whimsical fairytale world not trying to steal anyone’s job or threaten the climate with sparkly elf gifs.

If you feel that strongly go yell at a corporation, not a small creator with a dream and some aesthetic vibes.

Anyway, my inbox is for kind humans, dreamers, art lovers, people who escape with my blog, and fantasy lovers not keyboard crusaders on a moral high horse. You’re free to block, mute, unfollow, or scroll on by. I promise I won’t cry.

/ End of my rant.

And to the sweet ppl who send me kind messages thank you. You remind me why I keep posting. To the ones who saved a picture and still have it as your phone background for years… you are the best. To those of you who roleplay in the replies to my fantasy pics? You’re the real ones. You keep the magic alive. I love that shit.

🧚‍♀️✨🦋🌙

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twomanyfandomshelp · 2 months ago

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I’ve been obsessed with the Hadestown musical recently, and last night while trying to fall asleep I had Wait For Me playing, and for some reason, my brain started combining it with the life series. The thought wouldn’t leave me alone, so I grabbed my computer and an hour later had this typed out. Enjoy the chaos of watching me slowly descend into madness and realize that this might not work as well as I wanted it to, but at that point, I was committed, so I just kept typing and ended up with this. This is directly copied and pasted from the Google Doc I created last night at 10 o’clock when I was supposed to be asleep lol

Joel as Orpheus and Lizzie as Eurydice (this is non-negotiable).

Grian or Scar as Hermes? Grian could be Hermes because Hermes is the narrator of Hadestown, and Grian is the founder of the life series. But Scar would be a good Hermes because of his scamming tendencies and general personality.

Ranchers as Hades and Persephone? Cause I feel like Tango fits Hades’ industrial vibe, and Jimmy could be a good Persephone character. Also, I just like this ship.

Another possible Hades and Persephone pairing is Etho and Bdubs. Etho, because of the redstone and also his very mysterious vibe. Bdubs because he’s covered in moss and idk just has kinda the same vibe as Persephone. Both relationships bounce between healthy and adorable to kinda toxic. Could provide some angst? Probably influenced by that one Hermicraft + PJO AU by @/ahllohehn tbh because their parents are Hades and Demeter in that, and there’s even a post making a joke about how their relationship in that could be compared to Hades and Persephone.

The Three Gs (Cleo, Scott, and Pearl) as The Fates (also non-negotiable, I love these three so much, and it just fits so well).

Are there even enough characters in Hadestown to fit all the life series characters? Or would a bunch of them just end up being background characters?

Other Redstoner characters could be the workers in Hadestown building the wall. Mumbo, Impulse, wherever Impulse is, Skizz has to be there too, so even though he’s not a redstoner, maybe he’s there to lift the heavy stuff, idk he’s always portrayed as really buff and an angel, so I’ve decided he gets to be dead with his friends, and then either Tango or Etho, depending on who’s Hades.

What about Martyn? Ren? Gem? BigB? And whoever is left after Hermes and Persephone are chosen. The other Hades would be taken care of by the workers, but what about Grian/Scar and Jimmy/Bdubs?

Fic? How could this be a whole fic? Wouldn’t it just be the story of Hadestown, but change the names? Can’t change the story much, the whole point of Hadestown is that the story is a tragedy, and Hermes knows this, but he keeps telling the story anyway.

Drawings? I don’t have the art talent for that. I still have the sketchbook app on my iPad, I could probably try to figure it out. Tracing?

Drawing of Joel and Lizzie in Orpheus and Eurydice’s costumes from the musical. Pose like that one dip from Rusty Courage’s Dancin’ video. I can picture it so clearly in my head, and I’m so frustrated because I know the second I start trying to draw it, it’s not going to come out how I picture it because I just don’t have the artistic talent for that. It sucks to have a super creative imagination that can create these beautiful images and then hands that refuse to translate the image to paper or screen or canvas or whatever. Sorry for the mini rant about my terrible art skills lol

I felt like the people of Tumblr should see this. Other people think about taxes before they fall asleep at night, I think about combining two of my obsessions and then grab my laptop and type everything out because I’ll be damned if I lose this great idea. Please either reblog this or send me an ask or put your thoughts in the comments; I want to know what y’all think, and am open to suggestions! Who do you think would be a better Hermes? What about Hades and Persephone? Are there any other characters that y’all can think of in Hadestown? Where would you put the other life series members that I couldn’t find a place for? Do you have any match-up ideas that I might not have thought of? That’s all, have a great day!

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highquality-not · 3 months ago

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FIC FINISHED! CHAPTER 3 OF:

award-winning box muncher

UP NOW!!

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summary:

“I do have one more rule, if it's okay with you.” Vi swirls the last few drops of her glass of whiskey, her fingers draped over it, effortlessly attractive.

“Yeah, of course,” Caitlyn encourages, eager to hear what she has to say.

“Try not to fall in love with me,” Vi says.

Caitlyn looks at the proud slant of Vi's arrogant smirk, the broad muscles still obvious beneath her leather jacket, and the swirling storm of her eyes. She thinks about that dating app bio that started all this, how overconfident Vi must be to describe herself as an award-winning box muncher and actually think it would lead to dates.

“That won't be a problem.”

Her negroni is nearly gone now, and she hopes it isn't too obvious how much she anticipates finishing it and bringing Vi home with her already. She would worry about it more, if Vi's heavy-bottomed glass of whiskey wasn't already empty.

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Or, the "we met looking for hookups on a dating app because we both had awful asshole bios, became friends with very kinky benefits, and then accidentally fell face-first into a real relationship" au.

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pairing: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

FINAL word count: 18.3k

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LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63720379/chapters/167661166

[please note, this fic is now archive-locked to protect from ai data scrapers]

snippet below the cut!

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She finds Vi amidst a collection of canvases, hurriedly dry brushing a still-life of a pear with a broken-handled, evidently old paintbrush. A red-headed woman shares a bench with Vi and leans into her shoulder as she sketches on a blank canvas. Something in Caitlyn's chest unfurls, a prickling feeling running up and down her spine. Her eyes narrow against her will. Ever the spoiled only child, Caitlyn has never been good at sharing her toys.

She originally doubted Jinx's advice on getting her attention, but if it disturbs the woman touching Vi, Caitlyn will do anything. She claps in front of Vi's face.

“What the fuck?” Vi curses, pulling back from her canvas.

The red-headed woman drops her pencil and stares unabashedly at Caitlyn. A sick sense of satisfaction builds in her at the sight, which is needlessly cruel. Vi doesn't belong to her.

Caitlyn doesn't know if she's thinking about the other woman, or herself.

“Oh, cupcake! I take it Jinx told you to do that?” Vi gives her an easy smile. “Welcome to the painting studio. This is Sarah Fortune. Sarah, meet Caitlyn.”

The redhead– Sarah, provides a pained grimace for Caitlyn. She definitely hates her, but Caitlyn can't find it in herself to care when she's really only here for Vi. “Hi, Caitlyn.”

“Hi,” Caitlyn says. “Jinx told me it was the only way you would look away from your work. How are you both?”

“There are plenty of other ways to get someone's attention,” Sarah huffs, reaching for her pencil. She turns away from the two of them, reoccupying herself with her sketch.

Vi hesitates, not seeming to understand why Sarah and Caitlyn are immediately at odds. Of course she wouldn't, she has no conception of how goddamn attractive she is, in her paint-splattered overalls with nothing but a sports bra underneath, carabiner fastened to her belt loop, hair tied back under a bandana. She's lesbian catnip and doesn't even know it.

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READ MORE ON AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63720379/chapters/167661166

#arcane #violyn #caitvi #caitvi fic #ao3 link #hazel.fic #award-winning box muncher #its so exciting!! my first time finishing a multichapter in YEARS

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solacescastleglow · 6 months ago

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February Challenge: Media Consumption Detox

The challenge

So I have this box. It's 29x40x22 cm, cardboard, I got it on a trip to Bunnings. And I'm only allowed to consume media that's literally in or represented in that box. For the whole month. No social media, no YouTube, nothing else. I'm allowed to add things into the box part way through, but I'm not allowed to take them out once they're in (except to use them, of course, but then they go back in the box).

I am allowed to use my phone/iPad/computer, but only for the media I've specified and put a placeholder in the box for, work, creative things (which means I can use Pinterest and Canva, as well as make posts on here as long as I don't use my dashboard), and checking in on my Etsy shop. To do this, I've put every social media or other content app (like my e reader app) into a folder so they're out of the way AND used one sec or Cold Turkey to block websites I don't want to use.

Why?

I don't think I value media enough. It's so convenient to me all the time, I just take it for granted, and I don't like that. I want to feel like the work that so many people put in to create these works means more to me than just the next cheap dopamine hit. This isn't a long term solution, but it'll hopefully give me a new perspective on media as a concept.

What's in the box?

Music

(V=LP vinyl, C=cassette tape)

V Bears in Trees - How to Build an Ocean: Instructions

C Bears in Trees mixtape

C Billy Bragg mixtape (to rock out to)

C Billy Bragg mixtape (to sit contemplatively/cry to)

V Billy Bragg - Worker's Playtime

C Coffee with Harvey

C Discarded Doll / Boot Up, Bitch (sides A and B, but separate mixes)

C Eu/Dysphoria / The People's Folk (sides A and B, but separate mixes)

V I Don't Know How But They Found Me - Razzmatazz

V Carole King - Tapestry

V The Mamas and the Papas - If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears

C The Nonstick Pans - Nineteen Sixty Four

V The Oh Hellos - Notos / Eurus

V The Oh Hellos - Boreas / Zephyrus

V Panic! at the Disco - Pretty. Odd.

V Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water

V Simon and Garfunkel - Sounds of Silence

V The Young Veins - Take A Vacation

Books

The Norton Anthology of Short Fiction

The Handmaid's Tale (Margaret Atwood)

The Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins)

Madame Bovary (Gustave Flaubert)

Good Girl, Bad Blood (Holly Jackson)

Ulysses (James Joyce)

my handwritten recipe book (I got the recipes from social media)

Other

Season 1 of Gilmore Girls (represented by an old video game case)

Season 2 of Gilmore Girls (represented by an old video game case)

Duolingo (represented by an old video game case)

Stardew Valley (represented by an old video game case)

a 1000 piece puzzle

a deck of cards

my tarot deck (mostly for visual art purposes)

Somehow, there's still a fair bit of space in there. Maybe one day I'll go to the library and pick up some more books, I don't know.

See you on the other side! I'll almost certainly be making posts during this time, but they might be about boring hyperspecific topics considering I won't be exposed to anything new.

#self improvement #glow up #physical media #social media detox #digital detox #digital minimalism #digital mindfulness #dopamine detox #op

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kyokosasagawa · 1 year ago

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I started writing "4 srs" this month and I like how free and accessible writing is, so I'm recommending free software I've experimented with that might help people who want to get into the hobby!

“Specifically Created for Writing Stories”

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Manuskript – Story organizer / word processor. Has an outliner and index card function, along with distraction free mode. Lets you switch between different templates such as a non-fiction mode or a short story.

Bibisco – Novel writing software that includes writing goals, world-building, distraction free mode, and a timeline.

“I Just Want to Write”

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LibreOffice – Microsoft 365 alternative, but free! LibreOffice Writer is what I wrote this tumblr post in before I posted it. Also if you copy & paste the text into the Rich Text Editor on AO3, it seems that it actually converts it properly. Nice! No need for scripts.

Note-Taking

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Zim Wiki - note taking application that is very, very lightweight (1.1mb). It functions with a tree structure, so I’d personally recommend it for world-building and character bios. There are built-in plugins that also turn it into a good software for task management (it even has a article on how to use it for GTD) and journalling. See also: CherryTree (2mb), which is a more outdated-looking app, but functions similarly.

Obsidian MD – The Big Boy. markdown note editor that has been adopted by personal knowledge management fans---if it doesn’t do something you want it to do, just look in the community plugins to see if someone has already done it. Some unique non-word processing related usages I’ve found is the ability to create a table of contents dashboard, a image gallery for images, embedding youtube videos and timestamping notes, so forth.

Logseq – A bullet point based markdown note editor that also has PDF annotations, Zotero integration, flashcard creation, and whiteboards. Best used for outlining projects due to the bullet point structure.

Joplin – A modern app comparable to Zim Wiki, it’s basically just a note-taking software that uses folders and tags to sort easier. Looks prettier than Zim Wiki and Cherry Tree

Notion – An online-only website that allows usage of different database types. Free for personal use. Note: I dislike the AI updates that have been making the app lag more. I prefer the others on this list.

Mind Maps

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Freeplane – So much goddamn features, including a ton of add-ons. Looks somewhat ugly, but it works for anyone willing to spend a while learning how to use it.

Mermaid – Text-based diagram creator. Can be used in apps like Joplin, Notion, and Obsidian.

Obsidian’s Canvas – A core plugin for Obsidian, it deserves its own mention in that it allows you to create embedded notes of the mindmap nodes. Thus, if you want to create a 20-page long note and have it minimized to the size of a penny on the mindmap, you could.

Other Things That Might Be Of Interest

Syncthing - A free software that allows you to sync between two or more computers. Have a desktop but also laze around on a laptop in bed, coming up with ideas?? This is your buddy if you don't want to use a online software.

#writing resources

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911buddieweek · 5 months ago

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Useful tools and apps

Want some apps or sites to help you with writing? Here are some fun ones!

Apps I have used:

OneLook Thesaurus: this is a site that is both a dictionary and a reverse dictionary. Do you have moments where you just can't remember a certain word? You search up the description and OneLook helps you out! You can also look up the meaning of words and phrases, or look up synonyms! This is truly a lifesaver for me (and it doesn't span your google history with random word searches)

Excel, Google Spreadsheets, or other variants: Some people find it useful to keep lists, and you can make all kinds of lists in these spreadsheet apps or sites. You can make schedules, an oversight of all your WIPs, title ideas, fic ideas, prompts you've gotten, fics you have already uploaded, or even fics you've read!

miMind: this is a mindmap app, which I find very useful for outlining multi-chapter works.

Vocabulary: an app where you can learn new words, you can also use them as prompts!

Mimo: do you want to start coding on AO3 (make fake social media pics and text messages) then this is a great way to start learning some of the basics! It's like a duolingo for coding

Pinterest: you probably already know what it is. Here you can find A LOT. You can make moodboards, but you can also find a lot of writing advice! For example lists with alternatives for the word 'said'. Or tips on how to build your own world!

Discord: you can find a server with other writers that do word sprints, this is a great motivation to write!

Canva: you can create a lot on canva! You can also make fake social media posts here, or maybe you want a banner in your fics.

Wikipedia app: do you use Wikipedia a lot? You can also download the app. In the app you can keep tabs, so you don't need to keep those on your browser. This way you can easily find something you previously looked up.

Family gem: If your fic includes a big family, you can make a family tree in this app to keep track of who is who.

Pros - cons: can't make a decision? Here you can weight pros and cons against each other, or you can include two ideas instead.

Apps I have not used (yet):

Notion: I see this recommended a lot! Either for planning, outlining, or just writing fics

Reedsy: Fron what I've seen you can write in this app and easily format multiple chapters

Notability: an app that you can use while proofreading your stories. You can use it to highlight/annotate in pdfs and such.

Rhymer's block: need help with rhymes?

ProWritingAid: A place that can help you proofread and edit your work. They claim that your work won't be used tor AI algorithms

Slick Write: I might actually start using this one. It's free and helps you edit and can even suggest synonyms or related/associated words. It also shows you some statistics. It tells you which phrases and words you use a lot. As far as I can see there is no AI being used. Wish I found this before I renewed my Microsoft subscription 🤔😅 this is an extension and website, so no app

Dynalist: great for outlining! It also lets you write codes etc

Story plotter: also for outlining and even lets you seperate in scenes or acts

Know any more? Let people know by replying or reblogging!

#writing app #writing advice #buddie week 2025 #buddie au bingo #advice

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thecozycat · 3 months ago

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🧡 Tuesday Tips #4: 🧡 50 Reasons to Build a Personal Website Instead of Relying on Social Media

So you’ve been thinking about making a personal website, huh? Maybe you're feeling a little burned out from ad bombardments, or just social media in general lately. Good news: you’re not alone. There’s a growing group of people carving out cozy corners of the internet that are completely their own. We call it the Small Web (also known as the Indie Web), and it’s honestly kind of magical.

Still not sure if you're ready to dive in? Here are 50 reasons why building a personal website beats relying on social media. (Warning: may cause spontaneous domain name purchases.)

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1. It’s yours. Like, actually yours.

When you post on social media, you're essentially renting space. Your content can be removed, shadowbanned, or buried at any time without warning. With your own site, you're the landlord, the designer, and the content creator all rolled into one. It’s digital ownership in its purest form.

2. No weird algorithm whispering.

Social media is a game of guessing what the algorithm wants. One day, it loves video. The next, it punishes you for posting too much. With a personal website, what you post is what people see—no weird magic tricks required.

3. No ads.

Unless you choose to put them there. Your website doesn’t need to shout at visitors to buy toothpaste or download the latest app. It can just be a calm, ad-free oasis of you.

4. Zero doomscrolling.

You know the drill. You go on to post something and 45 minutes later you’re deep into a thread of rage. Your personal site? No feed, no drama. (You can create a blog feed though via RSS if you want to!)

5. You can make it look exactly how you want.

Want a sparkly cursor? A cozy vintage theme? Maybe a floating cat gif? Go for it. Your site is your canvas, and there are no design police.

6. You get to be weird.

Weird is welcome. In fact, it's encouraged. Build a shrine to your favorite childhood cartoon or create a digital bookshelf of every novel you’ve ever loved. There are no rules here.

7. You’ll learn cool stuff.

Even if you’re starting with zero knowledge, making a website teaches you things—HTML, CSS, design, structure, creative writing. It’s the kind of learning that feels like playing.

8. You can make it feel like a digital home.

Social profiles are rented apartments. Your website? A house you get to decorate, organize, and live in. It becomes a familiar, comfortable space that reflects you.

9. No one’s watching your every move.

Unlike social media platforms, which track everything you do to serve you ads, your website can be a surveillance-free zone. Visitors can hang out without being followed around the internet afterward.

10. You’re not competing for likes.

There’s no like button on your site (unless you want one). So you’re free to post what you love, not what will perform best in a popularity contest.

11. You set the vibe.

Want lo-fi music autoplaying in the background? Go for it. Want every page to start with a motivational quote or your cat's daily wisdom? It’s all up to you. Your site, your mood.

12. It can evolve with you.

Unlike a locked-down profile, your personal site can grow, change, and shift over time. Turn your blog into a portfolio. Make your old art gallery a recipe archive. It’s a living space.

13. No random feature changes.

Remember when Instagram tried to become TikTok overnight? Yeah. Your website isn’t going to suddenly switch up on you because a CEO changed their mind. Stability, baby. You make the rules.

14. You decide what stays up.

Posts don’t disappear unless you want them to. No mysterious removals. No content warnings slapped on your grandma's casserole recipe.

15. You won’t get locked out.

Unless you forget your password (write it down!), you can’t get banned from your own website. No more waking up to “your account has been suspended” emails.

16. You control the narrative.

Algorithms love to de-contextualize things. Your website gives you the full story. A place to explain, explore, and express on your own terms.

17. People visit because they want to.

They didn’t stumble in while scrolling. They came to see you. That kind of intentionality makes every visit feel a little more meaningful.

18. You can make timeless content.

Instead of disappearing into a sea of tweets, your thoughts can live forever on a well-organized blog post or static page. Evergreen content has a real home on the web.

19. It helps you build your digital legacy.

Someday, people will want to know who you were. Your website is a time capsule. A treasure map. A story of who you are in your own words.

20. You can connect without the chaos.

Guestbooks, comment sections, or even email forms let people reach out without the noise of DMs, trolls, or spam bots.

21. No character limits.

Got a lot to say? Say it. You're not confined to 280 characters or forced to cut down your thoughts to fit a format. Write a sentence or an essay—your site doesn’t care.

22. You can build your own community.

With a little creativity, you can add forums, guestbooks, chat boxes, or webrings. Create a cozy club of like-minded folks without relying on corporate platforms.

23. It’s immune to social media shutdowns.

When a platform dies or gets bought out and ruined (*cough* Twitter), your site doesn’t flinch. It’s still there, waiting for visitors.

24. You can express yourself fully.

From color schemes to quirky fonts and animated gifs, you’re not boxed into a single identity photo and bio. Let your personality spill into every page.

25. There are no trolls unless you invite them.

You can moderate comments or remove them entirely. Unlike public platforms, you don’t have to tolerate abuse, spam, or bad vibes.

26. You get to experiment freely.

Try a new blog format, embed a mini-game, host a digital pet. You can play and break things and rebuild—all without anyone watching.

27. It gives you creative freedom.

Poetry, zines, recipes, fiction, rants, longform essays, audio diaries—whatever you make, there’s space for it.

28. Your content won’t be buried.

On social media, your posts vanish/become irrelevant within hours. On your site, people can discover things you wrote years ago just as easily as something from yesterday.

29. You can showcase your work beautifully.

Whether you're a photographer, writer, or crocheter, your site can act as a curated gallery. Show off what you’re proud of without it being surrounded by chaos.

30. It’s a great place to archive.

Old blog posts, artwork, digital journals—your site becomes a place to store your memories, milestones, and the things that matter most to you.

31. You can link out to cool stuff.

Unlike platforms that try to trap you inside their walls, your website can point people to other places you love, including friends’ sites, resources, or secret gems.

32. You’re not a product.

Social media thrives on turning users into data. Your website doesn’t track or manipulate you. It’s just… yours. That's it! There's no catch.

33. It doesn’t interrupt you.

No notifications. No infinite scroll. Just a peaceful little world that sits quietly until you decide to update it.

34. You’ll meet kindred spirits.

People who find personal websites often do so intentionally. They’re curious, thoughtful, and usually pretty lovely. Great ingredients for real connection.

35. You can revisit and reflect.

Years later, reading your old posts can feel like a time machine. Your site becomes a living archive of your thoughts, dreams, and progress.

36. It makes you more mindful.

Without the instant gratification loop of likes and retweets, you might find yourself thinking more deeply about what you post and why.

37. It’s free of FOMO.

You’re not constantly seeing other people’s highlight reels and comparing your behind-the-scenes. Your site focuses on you, not everyone else.

38. You can go slow.

No need to keep up with trends or daily posts. Update when you feel like it. Take a break. Come back refreshed. Your site will still be there.

39. You can use your own domain.

Having yourname.com just feels cool, right? It’s like planting a flag in your own corner of the internet.

40. You don’t have to chase followers.

Instead of playing the growth game, you can focus on making cool stuff. The people who find you will be the ones who genuinely care.

41. It encourages intentionality.

Because updates aren’t instant, you’ll likely spend more time crafting your content. That care shows, and it makes your site feel special.

42. You can build your own tools.

Want a mood tracker? A mini wiki? A spell-crafting generator? You can code or embed whatever tools you dream up.

43. It’s surprisingly fun.

There’s joy in creating just for the sake of it. Tinkering with layout, colors, and content can feel like digital gardening.

44. You’re contributing to a better web.

Every personal website weakens the monopoly of Big Tech. You’re helping build a diverse, vibrant, human-centered internet.

45. It’s nostalgic in the best way.

Remember the early internet when people made fansites and blogs and shared links just because? That energy is still alive on the small web.

46. You can go offline anytime.

Want a break? Just stop updating. No pressure. No guilt. The web will wait.

47. You’ll have a creative outlet.

Even if you don’t consider yourself an “artist,” a website gives you a space to express and explore yourself.

48. It’s easier than ever.

You don’t need to be a tech wizard. Tools like WordPress, mmm.page, Straw.page or Carrd make it super beginner-friendly.

49. You can inspire others.

Your little corner of the internet might be exactly what someone else needed to see. You never know who you’ll touch.

50. Because you deserve a space that’s 100% you.

No ads. No algorithms. No noise. Just a place where you get to be yourself, unapologetically and fully. The internet needs more of that—and more of you.

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So, Why Wait?

The internet doesn’t have to be a loud, crowded mall where everyone’s shouting for attention. It can be a quiet cabin in the woods, a secret garden, a tiny café glowing with string lights where you share your thoughts, dreams, art, and self with whoever wanders in.

Building your own personal website isn’t just about escaping the chaos of social media—it’s about coming home to a space that reflects you. Your humor, your quirks, your passions, your pace. It’s a chance to slow down and make something meaningful. Something that doesn’t ask you to perform, compete, or conform.

And here’s the beautiful part: you don’t need to be a tech wizard. You don’t need to have a niche or a “brand.” You just need to be curious, a little bit brave, and willing to make something for yourself. The rest? That comes with time—and it’s honestly kind of magical to watch it all unfold.

So go ahead. Plant your flag. Build your nest. Start small, dream big, and know that every pixel you place is a step toward reclaiming your presence online.

We’ll be here cheering you on, one cozy corner of the web at a time. 💻

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Adam stood in front of the full-length mirror, his hand lightly caressing the swollen mound of his pregnant belly. The tight black t-shirt clung to his form, highlighting every curve and bulge, especially the stark contrast between his flat, surgically altered chest and the roundness of his abdomen. His slim frame, only 5'3 in height, made his condition appear all the more pronounced, and his eyes gleamed with a mix of hunger and challenge as he assessed his reflection. The dark stubble on his face was a stark reminder of his masculine identity, which only made the sight of his bulging stomach all the more tantalizing.

With a deep breath, he opened the dating app, his thumb scrolling through the endless sea of faces and profiles, looking for the next thrill. The words 'pregnant and looking for the most aggressive top' were clearly displayed on his profile, ensuring that the men who approached him knew exactly what they were getting themselves into. His inbox was a collection of desperate and lewd messages, each one more eager than the last to claim him, to use his fertile body for their own carnal desires. Adam's heart raced as he read through them, his t-dick swelling at the thought of being dominated once more.

The message that caught his attention was from a man named Titan. His profile was filled with images of rippling muscles and a smug, knowing smile. The caption read: 'Looking for a breeding ground to conquer'. Adam felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine. He replied with a simple 'Come and get me', along with his address and the time he'd be available. The anticipation grew, his hands trembling as he typed, his thoughts consumed by the idea of Titan's powerful body overpowering his own.

The doorbell rang, and Adam's heart leaped into his throat. He took one last look in the mirror, his 9-month pregnant belly protruding obscenely, a visual invitation to the carnality that was about to unfold. He swaggered to the door, his hips swaying slightly with each step, the baby inside him stirring at the promise of what was to come. Titan filled the doorway, towering over him, his arms folded over his broad chest. He was everything Adam had been craving: tall, muscular, and exuding dominance.

"You must be Adam," Titan said, his voice a low rumble that made Adam's knees weak. "I'm here to claim what's mine." He pushed past Adam, his eyes never leaving the prize that was the pregnant belly. Adam's chest tightened with a mix of fear and desire as he watched this Adonis of a man move through his apartment with purpose. The door slammed shut behind them, echoing through the room like the crack of a whip.

"Get on the bed," Titan ordered, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. Adam's pulse raced as he waddled over to the bed, his belly leading the way. He could feel the wetness already building between his legs, a testament to his unbridled lust. Titan approached, his eyes dark and hungry, and Adam knew that he was about to experience the most intense, aggressive sex of his life. The kind of sex that made him feel alive, the kind that left him begging for more, even when his body was sore and bruised.

Titan wasted no time in stripping Adam of his clothes, his powerful hands roughly manhandling the pregnant man. Adam's body was a canvas of goosebumps, his nipples peaked from the chilly air and the anticipation of Titan's touch. The tall man's gaze never left the growing mound of Adam's belly, a clear sign of his fascination and intent. Once Adam was naked, Titan's eyes roved over his body, lingering on the slight swelling of his chest, where the milk was already starting to show.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Titan growled, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed Adam's face, pulling him into a bruising kiss that claimed his mouth and left him breathless. Adam's hands instinctively went to Titan's biceps, feeling the rock-hard muscles beneath his fingertips. His pussy was now at full attention, begging for the kind of punishment that only a man like Titan could deliver.

Titan's hand moved to Adam's belly, his fingers tracing the outline of the baby inside. "You're going to be such a good breeding slut," he murmured, the degrading words sending waves of pleasure crashing through Adam's body. He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Titan's as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours, presenting his swollen belly and tight cunt to the man he was about to submit to.

Titan's hands roamed over Adam's body, feeling the softness of his skin against the firmness of his muscles. He spread Adam's legs wider, his eyes feasting on the sight of the pregnant pussy, already slick with desire. He leaned in, his breath hot on the sensitive skin, and whispered, "You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?" Adam moaned, unable to form words as the anticipation grew into a crescendo.

Titan's tongue darted out, tasting Adam's juices, savoring the flavor of his need. He licked and nibbled at the swollen folds, his hands moving to grip Adam's hips firmly. The pregnant man's moans grew louder, his body trembling with each touch. His hand moved to his t-dick, stroking it in time with Titan's tongue, his juice mixing with the wetness coating his hand.

"Oh, fuck, Titan," Adam whimpered, his voice high with arousal. "Please, I need you inside me."

With a smug smile, Titan stood up, his cock jutting out from his shorts, thick and demanding. He ripped them off, revealing his massive, veiny erection. Adam's eyes widened, his mouth watering at the sight. He knew he could barely fit a hand around it, let alone his tight, pregnant hole.

"You want this, don't you, slut?" Titan taunted, stroking his cock with one hand, the other resting possessively on Adam's lower back.

Adam nodded fervently, his breaths coming in short gasps as his hand moved faster on his own dick. "Yes, sir, I need it."

Titan chuckled darkly, his hand coming down with a smack on Adam's plump ass. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice like a whip crack in the quiet room.

"Please, Titan," Adam whined, arching his back. "Fuck me hard. Stuff me full."

With a sadistic grin, Titan grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. He didn't bother with foreplay, instead sliding two fingers into Adam's wet cunt without warning. Adam yelped, his eyes rolling back in his head as Titan began to pump them in and out roughly, stretching him open. He could feel the pressure building, the need for more, for something thicker and harder to fill the emptiness within him.

"You're so fucking tight," Titan murmured, his voice a mix of amazement and lust. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you can handle me."

Adam's eyes fluttered open as Titan's fingers curled inside him, hitting that perfect spot that made his toes curl. The stretch was deliciously painful, a sensation that only served to heighten his arousal. He moaned, pushing back against the intrusion, eager for more. Titan added a third finger, then a fourth, pumping them in and out, scissoring and twisting, all the while keeping up a steady stream of degrading comments that only served to fuel Adam's fire.

"You're going to take every inch of me, little slut," he said, his voice a gruff growl that seemed to resonate through the room. "You're going to scream my name and thank me for filling your womb."

Adam nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. He could feel the orgasm building, his body begging for the ultimate release, but he knew that Titan would not let him come until he was buried deep inside him. The anticipation was agonizing, but it was a sweet pain that he craved.

Titan's fingers withdrew, leaving Adam's hole gaping and desperate. He watched, his breathing ragged, as the muscular man coated his cock with the same lube, his hand working up and down the length with practiced ease. The head of his cock glistened, the precum mixing with the lubricant, creating a slick sheen that promised a brutal and thorough fucking.

"Ready?" Titan asked, the question almost a taunt as he positioned himself behind Adam.

"Yes," Adam gasped, his voice desperate. He could feel the head of Titan's cock nudging against his entrance, the pressure building as the man lined himself up.

With one swift, powerful thrust, Titan filled him completely, the sound of Adam's cry echoing through the room. The pain was sharp, but it was quickly overridden by a white-hot pleasure that coursed through his body, making him shudder with need. Titan didn't give him a chance to adjust, instead beginning to pound into him without mercy. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that was so intense it was almost indescribable.

Adam's eyes watered as Titan's cock hit his cervix with each brutal thrust, his nails digging into the bedspread. He could feel the baby moving inside him, a strange but arousing sensation that only served to drive him closer to the edge. He threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as his orgasm began to build.

"Is that all you've got, little slut?" Titan jeered, his strokes becoming more aggressive. "Take it. Take every inch like the good breeding whore you are."

Titan grabbed a handful of Adam's hair, yanking his head back. "Look at me when I fuck you," he growled, his eyes boring into Adam's. Adam obeyed, his eyes locking onto Titan's, the connection between them electric. He could see the hunger in Titan's gaze, the desire to claim and own him, to use his pregnant body for his own pleasure. And it was that thought that pushed him over the edge.

Adam's orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing around Titan's cock. He could feel his milk-filled breasts bouncing with each impact, the sensation adding another layer of pleasure to the mix. His pussy leaked warm slick onto the bed, the force of his climax making his whole body tremble. Titan's grip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own peak.

"That's it, slut," Titan snarled, his strokes growing more forceful. "Milk that cock like the little bitch you are."

Adam could feel Titan's cock thickening inside him, the veins pulsing with the promise of his seed. The sensation was intoxicating, and he pushed back into each thrust, his body eagerly welcoming the brutal assault. His t-dick was rock hard as he stroked it in time with Titan's movements. He could feel the tension building, his orgasm threatening to drown him in a sea of pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" Titan taunted, his breath hot against Adam's ear. "You love being a pregnant slut, getting fucked like this."

Adam's breath was coming in ragged pants, his eyes squeezed shut as he nodded frantically. "Y-yes," he managed to choke out between gasps. "Oh, fuck, yes, sir."

Titan's strokes grew faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Adam's cunt clenched around Titan's cock, eager for the release that was building inside him. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable, his body writhing with each brutal thrust. He could feel the baby kicking in time with Titan's movements, a bizarre symphony of pain and pleasure that was driving him insane.

Titan's hand moved to Adam's belly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held onto him like a lifeline. The sensation of being filled and claimed in such a primal way was overwhelming, and Adam knew he'd never felt more alive. His nails left little half-moons in Adam's skin as he used the pregnant mound to brace himself, his other hand reaching around to grip Adam's t-dick firmly. He began to stroke in time with his thrusts, his grip tight and punishing.

"You're going to make me cum," Adam moaned, his voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close, Titan. Please, let me cum."

Titan chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Adam's spine. "Not yet, slut," he said, his voice thick with lust. "First, you're going to feel me fill you up. Every drop of my cum deep inside that fertile cunt of yours."

The pressure inside Adam was unbearable, his body begging for release. He could feel the head of Titan's cock nudging at his cervix, the sensation making him see stars. He bucked his hips, trying to push Titan over the edge, his own orgasm just out of reach.

"Please," he panted, his voice desperate. "I need to come. Please, let me come."

Titan's grip tightened on his t-dick, his strokes becoming more deliberate. "You'll come when I say so, slut," he grunted, his own breathing becoming ragged.

Adam's body was a maelstrom of sensations, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. He could feel Titan's cock swelling even more, the heat of his impending release making him tremble. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a testament to their animalistic need for each other.

"You're going to milk me dry," Titan hissed, his eyes burning with lust. "You're gonna take every drop."

With those words, Adam felt a final surge of powerlessness that sent him hurtling over the edge. He came with a scream, his body tightening around Titan's cock, the sensation of his own release mixing with the feeling of Titan's thick cum spurting deep inside him. The warmth filled him, coating his insides, a feeling of complete and utter surrender washing over him.

Titan didn't stop, his hips still pumping, his cock buried to the hilt in Adam's quivering body. The sound of their flesh slapping together was the only noise in the room, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Adam's orgasm seemed to last an eternity, his body convulsing with each pulse of Titan's cum filling him up.

Finally, Titan stilled, his cock twitching inside Adam's pussy as he emptied himself completely. He leaned over, his chest pressing against the pregnant belly, his breaths ragged and hot. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction.

Adam's body continued to spasm with the aftershocks of his intense climax, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He could feel Titan's cum leaking out of him, sliding down his thighs, and the humiliation of being used so thoroughly only added to the deliciousness of the moment.

Titan slowly withdrew his cock, the head popping out with a wet sound that made Adam's cheeks burn with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. He watched as Titan admired the mess he'd made, the thick ropes of semen glistening on Adam's swollen labia. The tall man's chest heaved with exertion, his muscles coated with a fine sheen of sweat that made him look like a Greek god who'd just conquered a mortal.

"So, are you going to clean me up, slut?" Titan's voice was a lazy drawl, his smug grin never leaving his face. Adam nodded, eager to serve, his body still pulsing with the aftermath of their frenzied mating. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick at the sticky mess, the taste of Titan's cum mingling with his own juices. It was salty and slightly bitter, but Adam found himself craving it, his mouth watering for more.

Titan chuckled, watching the show with a look of pure dominance. "Good boy," he said again, his hand resting on Adam's head, guiding him closer to his cock. "Make sure you get every last drop."

Adam eagerly took the still-throbbing length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head, cleaning the remnants of their union. He felt Titan's fingers tighten in his hair, pushing his mouth down further, urging him to deep-throat the thick member that had just been buried inside him. He obeyed, his eyes watering as he took him in, feeling the muscles in his throat stretch and the tip of Titan's cock hit the back of his throat. The taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of sex and power that made him feel more alive than ever before.

As Adam worked to clean Titan's cock, his own hand slid down to his clit, teasing the swollen bud as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued to ripple through his body. The feeling of being used so completely, so aggressively, was a potent aphrodisiac, and he could feel his arousal building once again.

Titan chuckled, watching Adam's eager ministrations. "Looks like my little slut can't get enough," he murmured, stroking the pregnant man's hair. "But you're not done yet." He reached down, his hand wrapping around Adam's neck, pushing him back onto the bed.

Adam lay there, his legs still trembling, as Titan moved between them. He positioned his cock at Adam's entrance, the head slick with their combined juices. "Beg for it," he growled, his eyes dark and demanding.

"Please, Titan," Adam gasped, his voice raw from screaming. "Fuck me again. Use me like a breeding slut."

Titan's grin widened, his cock already hardening at the desperate plea. "You're insatiable," he said, admiring the need etched on Adam's flushed features. "But I'm not one to disappoint."

Without further delay, Titan plunged back into Adam, his cock sliding in with ease thanks to the slickness of their combined fluids. Adam's eyes rolled back as the man claimed him once more, his thick shaft stretching him wide, filling him completely. The pressure was unbearable, sending waves of pleasure through his body that made him arch off the bed. His pregnant belly was a stark contrast to the power Titan wielded, a reminder of his vulnerability, his willingness to be used and dominated.

The room was filled with the sound of their skin slapping together, the wet, needy sounds of Titan's cock invading Adam's pussy. Adam's hand found his own t-dick, his fingers working it in a frenzied pace as he tried to keep up with Titan's relentless assault. The baby inside him shifted again, a reminder of the taboo nature of their encounter, and Adam's arousal grew even more intense.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Titan grunted, his hips pistoning as he claimed Adam's body once more. "I can feel the baby in there, moving around."

The words sent a thrill through Adam, his body responding to the idea of the baby witnessing his submission. His hand moved faster on his t-dick, his eyes never leaving Titan's. "Yes, sir," he moaned. "Use me. Make sure you breed me good."

Titan's eyes narrowed, the challenge accepted. He grabbed Adam's hips and began to pound into him, the bed shaking with the force of their coupling. Adam's cunt clenched around the intrusion, his walls fluttering as he tried to adjust to the size, but the pain was a sweet release, a reminder that he was alive, that he was being claimed.

The smell of sex grew stronger as Adam's pussy grew wetter, the slick sounds of their fucking becoming a symphony that filled the room. The headboard slammed into the wall with every thrust, the rhythm setting a tempo that Adam's body eagerly followed. He could feel his own orgasm building again, a second wave of pleasure that washed over him like a tsunami.

"Oh, god," he whimpered, his hand flying over his t-dick. "I'm going to cum again."

"Do it," Titan ordered, his voice like a crack of a whip. "Cum for me, slut. Show me how much you love being filled up."

Adam's body responded to the command, his hand moving even faster on his t-dick. The pleasure built rapidly, his toes curling as Titan's cock hit that spot deep inside him that made his eyes water. The room swam with sensation, the pressure in his belly and his pussy growing unbearable. He could feel the baby's movements in sync with their rhythm, a strange dance of pleasure and pain that only heightened his arousal.

With a keening cry, Adam's body arched, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado. His cunt clamped down on Titan's cock, his body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure consumed him. He could feel his milk letting down, his breasts swelling even more as his body prepared to nurse the child growing within him. The thought of the baby witnessing his debauchery only added to the intensity, making his orgasm even more powerful.

Titan's strokes grew more erratic, his grip on Adam's hips bruising as he neared his own release. Adam could see the muscles in the tall man's abs clench, his breathing ragged as he pushed deeper, harder. "Fuck, you're going to make me cum," he snarled, his voice a mix of lust and disbelief.

The words were all the encouragement Adam needed. He squeezed his pussy around Titan's cock, his hand a blur on his own dick. The pressure was unbearable, the sensation of Titan's cum filling him up once again sending him spiraling over the edge. His body tensed, his back bowing as he came, his t-dick leaking cum onto Titan's chest.

Titan's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bucking wildly as he reached his own climax. With a roar, he buried himself deep within Adam, his cum filling the pregnant man's cunt until it overflowed. The sensation of being so completely filled was indescribable, and Adam's orgasm grew even more intense, his body trembling uncontrollably.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing, the aftermath of their feral mating. Titan's cock remained inside Adam, the two of them locked together in a moment of carnality that transcended words. Adam felt the warmth of Titan's semen inside him, the sticky mess coating his thighs and belly, and the feeling was intoxicating.

"Fuck, you're incredible," Titan murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, capturing Adam's mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting himself on the pregnant man's tongue. Adam's arms wrapped around Titan's neck, holding him close, never wanting the moment to end.

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