#and i can also use that idea some other time

[norrisainz33]

soft launch || ls18

summary: mercedes princess y/n wolff starts soft launching her new relationship with one of the drivers

pairing: lance stroll x wolff!reader

fc & warning: none

requested: yes!! thank you for the abundance of patience

masterlist

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ynwolff: oh no! i'm in italy too.. do you think i'm going to be the next mercedes driver?

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user1: THE CAPTION

kimi.antonelli: surely you cant be taking my seat

ynwolff: no i'm taking georgie's :)

georgerussell63: i'd like to see you try!

ynwolff: fiesty! i'll see you in spa for some sparring 🤑

user2: i see you trying to distract us from the romantic dinner in the second slide

carmenmundt: jealous of whoever is getting to treat you to dinner in italy

ynwolff: it could be you baby girl! who needs men anyway

user2: oh so you're insinuating you have a man i see ynwolff

user3: no man deserves this fr

mercedesamgf1: might want to reconsider the caption y/n - toto

ynwolff: no! not unless you agree to announce my contract TONIGHT

user4: y/n to mercedes! i've seen the script!

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lance_stroll: off the grid 😎

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user2: not to sound crazy but i think that is y/n in the second pic

f1gossip: go on user2...

user2: well if you compare her dinner pic to this one, they look super similar and then those umbrellas in the 3rd are the same as the ones behind her in her insta post

f1gossip: you just might be on to something here... she is also hiding in the likes of this

chloestroll: enjoy it!!!

lance_stroll: don't worry! i am!

user3: lance soft launch before gta6

danielriccardo: off the grid or off the market?

lance_stroll: you tell me mate

danielriccardo: thats a dangerous game 😏

f1gossip: yeah so this clearly means something

user4: CUTIE

astonmartinf1: glad to see you are enjoying your break lance! [liked by lance_stroll]

user5: jealousy is a disease and i have it

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mercedesamgf1: team wolff in the paddock today 👀

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user12: DADDY wait who said that

ynwolff: hiiiiiii 🤭

mercedesamgf1: hiiiiii bestie

user2: noticing the subtle aston green nails that y/n has….. just noticing

carmenmundt: so glad my favorite girl is here!!!

ynwolff: i missed you gorgeous 🥰

carmenmundt: missed you more sweetheart

georgerussell63: i'm right here guys

ynwolff: please george leave me alone w my girl

user3: the genes go crazy. they're such a gorgeous family

kimi.antonelli: 🤍

ynwolff: 🤍🤍🤍🤍

user4: truly iconic

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user4: don't ask me the color of anything

flavy.barla: obsessed with this. are people catching on yet?

ynwolff: surprisingly only like 1 person is picking up on the subtle soft launch hhaah

falvy.barla: to be fair it is about as subtle as you could get

ynwolff: gotta keep the girlies (and my dad) guessing!

flavy.barla: wait have you not told toto?

ynwolff: god no! he's going to freak so i've been avoiding it. you have no idea how many times he's given me talks about staying away from racing drivers

flavy.barla: oh mon dieu

user2: THATS AN ASTON MARTIN!!!! wWHY are yOU in an aston?!?!??!?! could only mean one thing 🤨

lance_stroll: my god you are gorgeous

ynwolff: awww babbyyyy

lance_stroll: it's true!! you sincerely take my breath away

ynwolff: i love you honey

lance_stroll: i love you more darling

user7: mommy? sorry. mommy?? sorry.

mercedesamgf1: thats not a mercedes y/n/n - toto

ynwolff: mind your business

carmenmundt: oh that bag is everything

ynwolff: gotta love miu miu

user6: i can bark if you need a dog

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user1: the way you're posting a soft launch but of yourself is sending me

chloestroll: good flower choice 💐

lance_stroll: thanks for helping me pick them 😏

chloestroll: anytime 😘

user2: could those be for a miss y/n wolff??

ynwolff: my man my man my man

lance_stroll: thats me!

ynwolff: and i wouldnt want it any other way

f1gossip: so this also has to mean something

estebanocon: things are going well i see

lance_stroll: very well! i think she might be the one

estebanocon: oooooooOOOOO!!!! we must talk about this over dinner sometime my friend

user8: lance in his active era im surprised

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georgerussell63: thanks for humoring me and agreeing to a double date

ynwolff: you didnt give me much choice

georgerussell63: gotta assert my dominance somehow

user1: wish i was casually at dinner w you and carmen

carmenmundt: if a man had to steal my girl im honestly glad it was lance

ynwolff: 🥹🤭 so you approve???

carmenmundt: YES!!! he is clearly head over heels for you. i dont know if i have ever seen a man look at someone with the amount of love he looks at you with

ynwolff: STOP!!!!! have you seen the way george looks at you???

carmenmundt: hehehe

user2: so you're on a double date now????

lance_stroll: what a wonderful evening

ynwolff: my heart is so full 🤍

user4: i wish either one of you had tagged everyone in this photo i wanna know who yall with so bad

f1gossip: ok so clearly thats you, george and carmen... looks a lot like lance too....

flavy.barla: dinner with estaban and me when 🥹

ynwolff: hungary????

flavy.barla: yes please!!!!

user8: tea is hot

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f1gossip: y/n wolff, lance stroll, esteban ocon and flavy barla were spotted out on what could only be described as an intimate double date! after what feels like months of waiting... we may finally have the y/nlance confirmation

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user1: AHHHHHHH

user2: i straight up CALLED IT 😍

user3: oh wait why do i kinda love y/n and lance

user2: like they're actually kind of adorable

user9: a couple that i did not expect at all

user10: man i wanted her with ollie so bad 😭

user9: nooooo bc her and ollie would've been perfect. they like grew up together in karting

user10: and i always got a will they won't they sort of vibe

user9: a missed opportunity

user11: i wonder how toto and susie feel about this..

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user1: ohhhh thats for sure y/n/n

ynwolff: my cutie patootie i love you

lance_stroll: i love you more than life itself! i can’t wait for this summer vacation

ynwolff: ugh same!! btw dinner with my mum and dad is officially scheduled for this evening

lance_stroll: oh good ok. i am very nervous honestly

ynwolff: don’t be. if torger has an issue he will have to fight me first

lance_stroll: 🙃

ynwolff: stop!!! it’ll be ok!!! at the very least susie will love you and will talk him off the ledge

lance_stroll: fine fine fine! deep breaths 😭

user18: lover boy lance is my favorite

chloestroll: you’re radiating happiness and i love that for you 💚

lance_stroll: thank you chlo 😘🤍

user12: wait not you driving a mercedes. this is a sign i think

schecoperez: who’s the lucky girl?

lance_stroll: y/n wolff 🤭

schecoperez: WHAT

user22: brb adding this to my folder of bf material photos of you

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yourbff: dangerously close to posting his face 🤨

ynwolff: don't worry i'm going to post him on our vacation be ready 🤭

yourbff: yessssssss

user2: lance looks real good

carmenmundt: wait why am i jealous of him getting to hold you and not me

ynwolff: come here bb you can pick me up too

carmenmundt: literally running

user21: whyyyy a stroll and not literally anyone else on the grid

lance_stroll: wow my arms look good here

ynwolff: your arms always look good 🤤

user18: so cute!! (i'm laying in the road)

mercedesamgf1: unexpected pairing but i actually kind of love it (don't tell toto)

ynwolff: HEHEH ADMIN thank you xxoxox

user22: oh shes settling down... never thought id see the day

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ynwolff: summer break never looked so good

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user2: war is OVER!!!!!

yourbff: you're so beautiful i didnt even notice that there was a man

ynwolff: 🥹 you're so beautiful

user23: wait wait wait… THIS is who she’s been soft launching all this time??

georgerussell63: cute! now stop trying to steal my girlfriend 🫩🥀

ynwolff: never!!!! carmen is mine!!!

carmenmundt: real 🥰

user33: wag era unlocked 🔓

lance_stroll: the best summer break yet! thanks for spending it with me my gorgeous girl 😘

ynwolff: no place id rather be 🤍

kimi.antonelli: this is how i find out??????? i thought we were friends

ynwolff: we ARE FRIENDS

user12: the way she casually dropped this bomb on a random tuesday??? I need a moment

oliverbearman: wahhhhhhhh

ynwolff: i know

user43: me trying to imagine family dinner with toto and lawrence 💀

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated!!! Wow guys i have been gone for a minute. thanks for sticking around with my inconsistent posting 😭🤍

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[queen-of-signs]

🌜Astro Observations - 8 (FS Edition - Mars) 🔭

Note: These are all my personal observations and patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you more and leave the rest. Lemme know in the comments if it hits home! A single placement or aspect isn't enough to conclude and the whole chart has to be analyzed! Look at your Vedic chart!

If your Mars is in the 1st house, your spouse may approach you first and would chase you. Can be possessive when you give your attention to someone else. Can have a bit of a temper and can be passive-aggressive at times. Can get married after 28. Spouse can have a high libido. FS will be opinionated and may twist the narrative to suit their POV. Your spouse may have their Venus in the 4th/7th/8th houses in their chart.

If your Mars is in the 2nd house, your spouse may be a spendthrift and involved in drugs, smoking or alcohol in their younger days. They can get bored easily. They can have a "I want money fast" mindset and can get into trouble bcoz of that behavior. They may choose partners/jobs/projects based on short-term potential and quick gain, rather than focusing on something long-term, until they meet you. They may spend money on thrill-seeking items but won't use them again. They seek validation through spending money on others. Your spouse may have Venus in the 5th/8th/9th houses in their chart.

If your Mars is in the 3rd house, conversations with your FS could feel like a ping-pong match. They get excited about ideas, but follow-through is hit or miss. They may start learning random skills like coding, drawing, and learning new languages, only to abandon them within a month. Your FS could get impatient in Doc's waiting room and in traffic. They may get up late in the morning but would blame the traffic for being late. They make last-minute plans to do things and if they plan it before, they usually won't stick to it. May try to interrupt others or zone out mid convo. They may overcommit to plans and such and then bail at the last minute. They may love loud music. Your spouse may have Venus in their 6th/9th/10th houses.

If your Mars is in the 4th house, your spouse may live in a rented house or might spend their 20s mostly in a rented home. Won't like to sit still. Not a homebody. Your FS would be funny and also may prank or pick fights just to see others' reactions and mess with their loved ones for their own entertainment. They would love their loved ones as much as they hate them. Sweet and Spicy. If upset, they might drive around, go for a walk, or leave the house entirely as they need movement to process feelings. Not consistent with routines at home like they cook at home straight for 3 days, followed by a week of takeout. Can have issues with their co-workers and might pick fights in the comment section or on their social media. Your spouse may have their Venus in the 7th/10th/11th houses in their chart.

If your Mars is in the 5th house, your spouse would love to take risks and that's their version of having fun. They can have many flings/situationships and move on until they meet you and settle down for real. They could take risks with a partner’s resources. They will self-sabotage peace if it feels too quiet, the stillness feels like stagnation or loss of identity. Can have multiple friend groups and many fleeting connections. Your spouse may have Venus in their 8th/11th/12th houses.

If your Mars is in the 6th house, your spouse could experience back pain or may take medications of some form. Their stress shows up physically. Overworks to prove their worth, often ignoring emotional needs underneath. Always on the go. Their self-worth is tied to "getting shit done." They could wear bandanas, piercings, tattoos, red colors, or have had a gangster vibe in their younger days. You can feel the restlessness in their body language. Spouse may have Venus in their 9th/12th/1st houses.

If your Mars is in the 7th house, your FS falls in love quickly and out of love quickly, too. Boring = invisible to them and are forgotten. They can be hot and heavy in week 1, emotionally unavailable by week 3. They want a spouse who would raise their status or reputation. Their public image can be dynamic. How your FS speaks, dresses, and acts can change like seasons. Super-independent and hard to pin down. Might give expensive/custom gifts to impress their partners. Your spouse may have Venus in their 10th/1st/2nd houses.

If your Mars is in the 8th house, your spouse may talk big but flinch when it's time to actually share bank accounts, secrets, or real power. They are what one calls" a chaotic hot one". FS may come into your life like a lightning bolt, triggering emotional breakdowns that force both of you to level up. Can be a dom in bed. Not a people-pleaser. Financially sound and might keep certain things a secret. They might have a bold or even controversial presence in social settings. A lone rebel. Impulsive spender. Blunt in communication, sometimes a bit harsh or rude. Your spouse may have Venus in their 11th/2nd/3rd houses.

If your Mars is in the 9th house, travel is a lifestyle for them. They may love buying highlighters, stationery items in general, into DIY & crafts, etc. When depressed, they ghost themselves. Opinionated and unfiltered. Has plans for the weekend. They would marry late in life. They could have been in an open relationship at least once. Less likely to stick with roots. Vehicle-related injuries or can have burn marks on their body. They can be an immigrant or a foreigner. Your spouse may have Venus in their 12th/3rd/4th houses.

If your Mars is in the 10th house, your FS is a professional risk-taker. Not afraid to start from scratch. They can be self-employed, freelance, or work in a high-turnover field. They def have a "main character" vibe. Style = expressive, maybe dramatic and people would remember how they look and move. Their sense of self is entwined with achievement. If they’re failing publicly, it bruises them personally. Their work stress may bleed into your shared space at home. May have had a dysfunctional childhood. They could have had a messy or vibrant dating history before you. Your spouse may have Venus in their 1st/4th/5th houses.

If your Mars is in the 11th house, your spouse would be politically outspoken or radically creative. Their self-worth is tied to how valuable they are to others. They may like to invest money in causes, crowdfunding, etc and are less likely to save. They blend friendship + romance and a fun partner. They date people within their circle, and you could be someone out of their circle. They may wake up late, work at midnight, eat inconsistently, and overcommit to projects. They thrive under pressure. Your spouse may have Venus in their 2nd/5th/6th houses.

If your Mars is in the 12th house, your FS is a calm and mysterious person on the outside but fiery on the inside. They are their own enemy at times. They may avoid conflicts or simply shut down in arguments. Has a powerful inner voice but rarely says what they’re truly feeling unless safe. May have writing, music, or some form of creativity that they don’t show off publicly. Might deal with mental health issues. Self-sacrificing. Can be codependent in relationships. Your spouse may have Venus in their 3rd/6th/7th houses.

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[thought-glimmers-of-ree]

TL;DR: Relatable! And no one cares if you're slightly less informed unless they're really intense about current events (like I used to be). It's okay to opt out. And being mildly informed with 15m updates once a week or so is ok, too. The long read: I've been on a political news hiatus for like four months now, and I can't tell you how healing this is. I used to be on top of so many issues, scandals, and hot takes, and when I wasn't watching or reading up on it, I was thinking about it constantly, and it was always on my mind, keeping me up at night. But eventually, I realized some things. Knowing every single update and turn of events doesn't change what is happening or what I am doing at home. I was just addicted to them like they're the modern version of soap operas and you want to know how this scandal/issue ends. Since I'm not an activist (anymore - the panic attacks and cold sweat had me opting out after 4 months), if I don't need to pack my bags or go out to vote, I literally don't need to know more than "oh yeah this thing happened", or go "oh dang that's too bad" and then dismiss the insanity, giving it no more thought (dismissing it again when it comes back like a boomerang). My anxiety can't handle more than that, at least not as it is now. I also learned as a very short-lived activist, that it doesn't make sense to focus on multiple issues - pick one you care about, that's the only one you really need to be super informed about if you're going that route. Not every little scandal and issue development. So me being "more informed about current events" is like, maybe for 15m (on a timer I use) once a week or so I skim headlines and do some light reading, checking up on Substack or whatever. Avoid influencers and journalists who are upset and stuff (yes, we really should be upset - but it rubs off on me and makes me panic shake and keeps me up at night and checking their accounts for updates). I can be informed without doing any deep dives or having my own hot takes on things. And I realized something else after this hiatus started - no one seems to be talking about news or political issues in real life - from time to time there is a mention or someone expressing grief for our current times - but then it's over and people just resume going about their days and enjoying each-others company. I really thought more people were super involved like I was. I was an outlier apparently, at least in my own social eco-system. I have been learning to fill my time with positive news, like learning about the lab-stage breakthroughs for integrated photovoltaic materials in Switzerland (meaning they are not ready for commercial production, but they are proven to be viable). Like whaaaa that is bonkers! I'm not hiding under my pillow - I'm feeling inspired and expansive, excited, even!! :D There are so many exciting things happening on this earth, and we wouldn't know it because, that's not good ratings I guess! Turn your good news tags on, it can really make a difference. And find topics in good or neutral news that interest you - for me it is solar tech, because I had no idea how fascinating it was. I love learning about new developments (but they are slow coming) when they come. I have other interests too, that I didn't have before when I was filling 90% of my free time with current events. Explore, discover, find a balance, be free. :) https://interestingengineering.com/energy/solar-cells-that-charge-dim-office-light

[gentleman-velvet]

Okay, so here’s the updated plans for fighting against youtube's new ai age policy and privacy violating rule (I believe in us!)

Plan 1. Black out and leave youtube/ youtube boycott

It’s a very simple plan, but this time we just leave until it’s fully reversed. That way YouTube doesn’t just ignore us and the original black out. We have to stand our ground and show them we aren’t going to give up. We have to last as long as possible and let their revenue drain until they concede or someone else comes in and makes another platform (that isn’t based on politics but the same ideas as the original YouTube)

Plus I would like to add some small extra things that will help with the blackout though. That being mass downloading YouTube content. Now this might be the easiest thing for certain people, but it’s something.

Mass downloading YouTube content can help in case there a couple of videos or channels you want to watch during the blackout. You can also use this to download new youtube videos from places like twitter since it won't count towards ads or view

(I use something called a ytdlp but there might be better options for you out there, there might even be built in ones in a web browser or two, just search around the place, you'll find it eventually)

There is also alternate YouTube apps that block ads (like Jdownloader and newpipe) that might work within the black out, but I'm worried that it would still count towards views and still help YouTube out in that smallest of ways, more research is needed, but it is an option (though I still recommended downloading new videos just to avoid the entire views thing)

Plan 2. Bugging the crap out of them.

Now since they have a mail box for us to use, that can be used for our advantage here. So here’s what we do, send them letters asking them to reverse the decision, that way they will be overwhelmed by letters that have to eventually give up. Now I don't want you guys to send out slurs, curses or whatever. I need you guys to be kind and critical. I want you to point everything wrong with this and why it is destined to fail and leave the company crumbling

In addition to these letters, if at all possible, I want you guys to include photos of comments made by other people (Twitter, tumblr, whatever) criticizing this and making it known that it’s not just you guys who are angry, but people all over too.

Now we can also include emails in this, but that might be harder than excepted, but in case you do want to send in a email, you can send it that way

I can't find any other way of sending them an email, but good to you if you do find it (though I would recommend a letter much more)

UPDATE, someone has pointed out that we should all send out our letters on a single day, Im taking around August 5th about a week before the thing actually rolls out and than maybe we’ll do another batch on the 8th just in case

Make sure you mass send a bunch of letters

WIP plan 3, legal bull

I wish I could say this plan was finished, but unfortunately, it is not at all. All we have to go for here to filing a complaint towards the FTC about this and or using what this user recommneds (though I can't fully say if it'll work or not)

This plan will be worked on as much as possible

I want everyone if they can to spread to outside of tumblr, talk about it on twitter, facebook, blusky, youtube itself, this plan has to spread to as much people as possible.

I believe we can do our best and shine a light through these horrible times, we can be light in the darkness that will help others shine a burn a hole in this horrible system of censorship

I believe in every last one of you, I believe you can do good and spread good, because in your hearts, you are good

If you have any other ideas, let me know, cause i know more minds are better than one.

Good luck!

[sweeneydino]

Froggies pt.1

Napoleon Bonafrog!

Napoleon is the youngest of the Main Four frogs… and the one that gets in the most trouble.

Raised from an egg, he's a loyal and hardworking frog who strives to make his family proud even if it comes at the cost of his social life. Yet it seems moving to New York for their job has made him quite restless, and now he has a new… turtle friend?

Lord help me /j why do i do this to myself

Believe it or not, he’s not too happy of the situation they’re in, and would much rather be taking care of the horses(or yokai “horse-like creatures”?). Sure, he has a whole city to explore, but being hounded about every safety lesson under the sun just to go check out a sewer pipe gets tiring. And their job—He hates hurting people, hates lying, and definitely hates seeing his face on a wanted poster(they never get his patterns right!) Even with this, Napoleon does have quite a few questionable ideas, and its not just his food taste.

When it comes to fights, Napoleon is quite aware that he does NOT have the muscle the others frogs have, so he relies on evading and staying far away whenever he has to start battling . And after meeting mikey, hes gained the ability of using his whip like a swing.

You’ll get your outside relations later, for now return to froggies.

Napoleons relationship to Attila is a rather complex and strained one, even with his very appreciative view of him, mostly due to the expectations placed on him and the strict rules that follow. Napoleon is a pushover and quite desperate for approval because of this, and struggles alot in trying to voice his needs to him.

Doesn’t help that he pretty much sees him as his dad. His very…VERY flawed and criminal dad. Brother. Guardian…

Napoleon likes Rasputin since he’s more laxed about the rules than Attila, but if he sees him walking towards him, he usually tries to get away as quickly as possible, since it usually means he’s in trouble. Despite this, any mission that Razz is on, Napoleon will try to join specifically for the free time.

He’s not very fond of the views he shares with Attila though. Or his scary ass speed.

Finally, Napoleon thinks Genghis is the best, mostly because he doesn’t brush off any of his questions and has the time to spend with him. Genghis also does not push any of his own opinions on him, and treats him more like a teenager than a toddler.

If Napoleon were to, say, run off to hang out with an orange turtle, he can trust Genghis to not be a snitch.

That said, hes also very aware that the only reason for that is because he doesn’t see his friend as a threat. Yet.

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I wanted to a voice claim thingy for them all but i couldn’t find the voices i thought fit with Napoleon and Genghis, with the closest being, i think, the 1987 punk frogs lol? If you have some voices in mind that youd think fit, id like to check them out uvu

[moonwoodhollow]

Hidden Palms - a cc build (+ shell version) by moonwoodhollow

It was about time to share this glamorous Midcentury Mansion, because who doesn't want their celebrity sims to spend their summer in one of the most (in)famous mansions of Del Sol Valley? Famed for its house parties since the 1960s, Hidden Palms has been a magnet for Del Sol Valley's crème de la crème, (wannabe) starlets, and other rather dubious important people in the simworld. So let your sims grab their most dazzling outfits and get the party started! This lot comes as a furnished version and as a shell version. I'd also like to thank the person who commissioned this build for allowing me to share it with everyone!

More screenshots, info + download link under the cut!

building background

This build was a commission, so I wasn't completely free to build whatever I wanted, but it almost felt like I was. The person who commissioned me wanted a celebrity mansion in a midcentury modern architectural style. It was supposed to be a funky colourful build with warm colours and a proper celebrity vibe. The 2 photos underneath were part of their moodboard, and I really like the combination of wood and stone on the exterior wall and a sort of overhang between the floors. So in this building, I added orange tiles on the exterior walls and overhang-flooring, because there are MCM houses that use colorful tiling details on the facade, and I liked that idea, and it really worked out quite well, I think. The inspiration for the basement pool area actually came naturally to me. There wasn't any particular building that inspired me. I was trying things out and spent a lot of time on the floor plan. Initially, I didn't want to create such a large basement, but as it turned out, I wanted to add a lot of rooms, and the floor plan also had to make sense, so that's why I ended up with such a large build. I could probably write a lot more on the process of building this lot, but I still plan to do a little video tour at some point (?), so I might revisit this build then and give you all the details, if you like!

So what do you get?

Hidden Palms is a 50x40 residential lot best placed in Del Sol Valley on the "The Ward Den" lot in the Pinnacles neighbourhood. There are 2 versions of this lot, that you can choose from:

An almost fully furnished version; Every room except for 2 rooms on the 2nd floor is furnished. On the basement level, you'll get a music studio, a private living room, a bedroom, a bar, a spa area, a fitness room, a laundry room, plus the outside pool with stairs into the garden area on the ground floor. On the ground floor, you'll find a guest bedroom, a kitchen with a dining area, a large living room, and an outdoor barbecue area, plus a lush garden. On the 2nd floor, there's a master bedroom, an office, and 2 empty rooms. Bathrooms are scattered all over the house, so your sims won't have trouble finding them!

The shell version is pretty self-explanatory. It's a shell with the flooring and wallpapers of the furnished version, but that's about it. This version is perfect for people who'd like to furnish the house themselves or for everyone who doesn't want to download too much cc.

Uses items from the following packs: looks best with almost all packs. But a tip: take a look at the build in the gallery and click on the packs to see the items I used from that pack, it might also look good with fewer packs.

Download: 

fully furnished build: google drive (1,2 GB)

shell version: google drive (310 MB)

-> and up on the gallery: aeromantica (but you’ll need the cc from the drive folder for whichever version you'll choose)

Is the cc included? yes.

TOU: Please don’t claim as your own or put behind paywalls etc. If you find any issues please let me know + tag me if you’ll use the building, I’d love to see it in your games.

If you like what I do and want to show your appreciation, I have a ko-fi!

[vivilvr]

Join Me in Death

✧ Pairing: Sophia Laforteza x Fem Reader

Your vampire girlfriend finally asks the burning question. But are you willing to spend forever with her? Are you willing to turn into what she is?

✧ Wc: 1.6k ✧ Status: Completed

✧ Tags: Vampire!Sophia, Human!Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Proposal?? kinda, i think this is very romantic, vampire wedding when

♫ Now Playing: Join Me (Razorblade Mix) ♫

The old vinyl spun, playing a haunting waltz by some long gone dead composer you definitely couldn’t name. Your girlfriend probably knew him personally though. The sound of the instruments glided through the air. The almost abandoned ballroom around you is dressed in shadows with dust glittering like ash in the candlelight. Velvet drapes pool at the windows and the chandelier sways gently overhead.

Sophia holds you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

One of her hands rests on your back and the other clasps yours in a delicate grip as if you're something fragile. But her touch is steady and her movements graceful. She moves like someone who���s danced these steps a thousand times and yet still treats this one like its the first.

You sway together slowly, her body is close enough for you to feel the cool stillness of her skin against your own warmth. You wonder if she can hear your heartbeat; she probably can. It’s been louder lately getting especially loud every time she looks at you like this.

“I used to love this song,” she says softly, her lips brushing your ear as you turn together. “a long time ago.”

You glance at her lips as she speaks. “Stopped loving it?”

She shakes her head with a faint wistful smile showing her fangs just slightly as they glisten under the moonlight. “I just stopped having anyone to dance to it with.”

Your fingers tighten around hers. She leans into you again but her voice quieter now. “But tonight... tonight it sounds like it’s meant for us.”

The song carries you through the silence. You try to memorize everything: the weight of her in your arms, the feel of her black silk dress against your hand, the way she looks at you, that feeling that time has finally slowed for her for once. Like maybe, just maybe, eternity can be gentle. There was this look in her eyes though, a sentiment that you couldn’t quite place a name to.

“Sophia, you’re getting all poetic again” you break the quiet with a giggle. “What are you thinking about?”

Her head rests against your shoulder for a moment longer before she lifts it and meets your eyes. There's something behind them, something soft and yet also something scared.

“I’m thinking… about how impossible this is.”

“What do you mean?”

Her gaze drops to your chest where your heart still beats.

“I was never supposed to fall in love again,” she says. “Not like this. Not with someone who breathes.”

You can feel her fingers trembling in yours.

“And yet,” you say gently, “here we are.”

Her laugh is quiet. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?”

“I hope it’s something good.”

She looks back up at you. And for a moment all the centuries seem to fall away. There’s no predator here. No creature of the night. Just a woman, ancient and aching, trying to find the right words to say something she never thought she’d say again.

“I don’t sleep,” she begins. “Not like you do you know that. But when I rest, I dream of you. I see us over and over, dancing in empty churches, lying in ruins under the stars, laughing in places the world has forgotten.”

You don’t speak. You let her go on.

“I try not to,” she sighs. “I try not to want it. But you make me selfish. You make me want things I shouldn't.”

She pulls back a little while still holding your hand. Her other hand rises and brushes along your jaw. “Your life,” she whispers. “It’s this beautiful brief flame and every time I touch you, I feel like I’m setting it closer to the edge of going out.”

“Sophia-”

“I’m not finished.”

You go still.

“I have loved people before,” she says. “I have watched them grow old. Watched them fade… and every time I swore I’d never do it again.”

Both her arms reach to wrap around behind your neck and you two continue to sway. The music shifts, it’s still slow but a bit heavier now. Weighted with a variety of instruments, strings and sorrow.

“But then I met you and suddenly I wanted forever again.”

Sophia’s eyes search yours.

“I don’t want to marry you,” she says quietly. “I don’t want a church or a white dress or a ring that rusts.”

You manage to muster a small nervous smile. “That’s… okay.”

She doesn’t smile back.

“I want more than that,” she whispers. “I want the kind of promise that defies mortality. I want to love you through centuries. I want to see the world collapse and rebuild and collapse again and still find you at my side.”

She swallows.

“I want to give you my curse. Or my gift. Whatever you want to call it.”

Your breath catches.

Sophia steps even closer now, and her voice softens to become more fragile than you’ve ever heard it.

“Will you join me in death?”

The question hangs there, it’s her version of a shiny ring in a velvet box. Sacred. Terrifying.  You look into her eyes and for the first time she lets you see the fear there. Not fear of rejection, but of hope.

She continues her speech just above a whisper. “Say no, and I’ll stay with you until the end. I’ll hold your hand through every breath including your last. But say yes…”

She presses her forehead to yours.

“Say yes and I’ll make you mine. I’ll love you until the stars die and the sky forgets how to hold them.”

The candlelight flickers. The music plays on. Her hands are ice cold and steady in yours. And now the silence waits for your answer.

You don't answer right away. I mean how could you? It isn’t something to be taken lightly. And she knows that, you both know that. She doesn’t rush you. She just watches with her eyes steady and hands trembling faintly.

Join me in death.

She hadn’t said it like a threat or even like a question. It had come out like a promise, a vow waiting to be completed. A ring without a finger. A key with no lock unless you say yes.

You take a breath, deep and mortal, and your throat tightens. You look at her and for a moment you see everything everywhere all at once;

You see the first time you touched her hand and noticed it was ice cold. The first time she smiled like she wasn’t pretending. The first time you saw her fangs. The first time you realized you weren’t afraid of her. The first time you realized you loved her.

And now this.

“Forever’s a long time.” you say with your voice barely above a whisper.

Sophia nods slowly, her gaze flicking away like she’s bracing for the word no.

“It is,” she says. “I’ve felt every second of it.”

You swallow. “And you’d do it all again?”

“If it meant you were with me, yes.”

Silence.

You look down at your joined hands. Her skin is cool against yours. Unchanging. Eternal. You wonder what your hands would feel like in hers once your warmth is gone. Once your blood is stilled. Once you’ve crossed that invisible line and become the kind of thing you feared or at least used to.

She hadn’t felt what it meant to be alive in centuries and yet... her touch never felt like death. It always felt like home. Still your mind races. You ask the questions you’ve kept hidden, questions you didn’t know would matter so much now that the moment is real.

“What if I change?” you ask.

“You will,” she answers without hesitation. “But not in the way you're afraid of. You won’t lose your soul or your laugh or the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking. You’ll still be you just... different.”

“What if I’m not strong enough?”

She steps closer, her body resting gently against yours. “Then I’ll nurse you and hold you up until you are.”

“And what if I regret it?” Your voice cracks and your hands tighten gripping on the silk of her dress.

She closes her eyes. “Then I’ll carry that regret with you. Every step. Every century. And love you anyway.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until she reaches up and wipes the tears away with her thumb. It’s a tender human motion, and it undoes you.

“I’m not asking you to die tonight for love,” she says gently. “I’m asking you to live in a different way. With me. Only If that’s something you want.”

And there it is again.

The space between if and forever.

You breathe in again, still feeling your mortality. Still deciding. Still holding everything that’s about to change. As she looks at you with those earnest eyes, she’s waiting, breaking and hoping; In that moment you realize there is no other answer. Not for you. Not here. Not with her.

You reach up brushing your fingers along her cheek, feeling the chill of her skin and the warmth of her eyes all at once.

“I want it,” you say. Steady now. Clear. “I want you. Whatever it means. Whatever it costs.”

Sophia doesn’t move - not yet. Her lips part like she’s about to speak but nothing comes out at first. She’s stunned. A creature who has known everything... now struck wordless by a single yes.

“You're sure?” she breathes.

You nod. “I don’t want a just a single lifetime with you.”

You lean in close enough to kiss her and whisper the rest against her lips:

“I want forever.”

She shudders. Then softly responds smiling showing off her sparkling fangs as her eyes turn into crescent moons:

“Then forever begins tonight.”

[the-fanss]

Threads - Part 5

Saja boys x Soulmate! Reader

Warnings: cussing, some violence (reader uses pepper spray), knocking out

NOT PROOF READ

I can’t sleep. Not after what happened earlier. I tried so hard to just go to bed and pretend this was all a fever dream and I didn’t get kidnapped briefly and see the girls with weapons.

3:15 am

Groan “I guess I won’t be sleeping for a bit.” I say getting up from my bed and padding to the kitchen. Grabbing some water I lean against the counter just staring at nothing trying to cool the whirlwind of thoughts through my head. I’m thinking about everything yet nothing at the same time. Schrödinger’s thoughts or whatever.

Walking back into my room I throw on a hoodie and walk back out to put on some shoes hoping a walk will calm whatever nerves I have left and looking at my purse I grab my pepper spray out of it just for protection. After the events of today I probably should bring it just in case. I don’t know what drunk people are out there or apparently men with marks that absolutely aren’t tattoos.

I check my phone as I leave and thankfully I had half a mind to charge it when I first tried to fall asleep so it is at full battery.

“(Reader) are you okay?? We really need to talk”

“Did you make it home?”

“We’re so sorry we didn’t mean to scare you please just talk to us”

All the girls sent messages all essentially wanting to talk about what happened but I don’t have the energy to respond at the moment. Sighing, I pocket my phone and just start off in a random direction hoping that something interesting will happen; or at least interesting enough to make me forget what had happened.

~

I think I’ve been walking around for about 30 minutes and there are a surprising amount of people still walking about at this time. Rolling my eyes, I turn down a side street to head to a little park that shouldn’t be too far away and will hopefully give me some peace of mind. Why is everyone and their mother awake at almost 4 am???

Approaching the park I locate where the swings are and just sit. Almost no one is in this area, I do see a few lights on in the surrounding apartments but more so as if someone left a lamp on or their kitchen stove light on. I breathe in deeply and just let myself swing slightly back and forth with my eyes closed.

That’s when I hear it, a very silent but too close for comfort footstep behind me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck really???? I put my hand in my pocket where I know my pepper spray is and wait and listen intently to hear if the footsteps are getting closer. Jumping off the swing I whip around and press the button on the spray hoping to be aiming in the right direction of whoever is behind me.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT OW” the culprit is yelling covering his eyes and back far away.

Wait a damn minute.

No no no no no

“ABBY??” I say catching a glimpse of the man who approached and seeing the signature short pink hair and tall build.

“Y e a h holy fuck what is this shit? It burns you didn’t have to do that you-“he continues his rant all while rubbing his eyes in absolute pain.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on a girl at night. What in your right mind made you think that was a good idea?” I say also panicking and going up to him. “Stop rubbing your eyes it’s going to make it worse.”

Abby looks up at me to the best of his ability and his eyes are red and filled with tears and he could barely keep them open for two seconds before he looks down and covers them again trying to rub.

“What did you spray me with holy shit.”

“Pepper spray, next question. We need to wash it out..” I say looking around hurriedly.

“We can go back to my place, we have a spray faucet in the kitchen.” He says still rubbing, “geez I just say you and was going to come up to talk.”

“Doubtful with what happened earlier” I deadpan at him, “and also I don’t want to go back to your apartment because of earlier.”

“We aren’t going to do anything, the others are asleep and I can’t see now because of someone.”

“Well how are we going to get there if you can’t see?” I say actually really starting to feel bad. I grab one of his wrists and pull it from his face and he keeps his eye closed. I pull his face to eye level to see how much damage I’ve actually done and it looks like I didn’t get it directly in his eyes just underneath. “Good news it looks like it missed-“ I start.

“Missed?? If you missed I wouldn’t be feeling this.” He still sounds rightfully pissed off. “I’ll tell you where to go.”

“Okay give me the address.” Pulling out my phone he just goes quiet and I look up and just pause, “you do know where you live right? Please say yes.”

“I do. I know how to get there not the actual address.”

…. Please say sike. How is that supposed to help here?

“Dude, that doesn’t help you’re blind at the moment.”

“Give me a moment I can get us there.” He says sighing and s t i l l rubbing his eyes. We are enveloped by a pink smoke and we are standing in the middle of a kitchen that looks like it’s 5x my rent.

I lead the tall buff man to a sink and turn on the water making sure the water is a good temperature to spray in Abby’s eyes for a bit. “Over here please” I say softly and Abby follows over by the sound of my voice. “Spray this in your eyes, it’s going to be uncomfortable as fuck but keep doing it for about 10 minutes.” I say leaning him down where he is resting his forearms on the counter and I’m holding the nozzle to his face.

I take this time to look around the place I’ve magically come in to. It’s a pretty big place, apartment was a modest way of putting it. This is a penthouse, I mean I didn’t know what to expect but I’m going to assume these guys all live together. It has a sleek look to it but it seems like one of those showroom penthouses that hasn’t actually been made to fit the person’s tastes.

“I’m really sorry for spraying you..” I say softly finally focusing on Abby. He’s still groaning from the irritation in his eyes and probably his lungs.

“It’s fine, I don’t know what I was expecting but at least you know you should carry something with you when out alone.” He says back. I just nod but then realize he couldn’t see that.

“I mean after today’s events I’m not even sure this is actually happening.” I say in a joking tone but also not entirely sure either. This just feels too bizarre, it’s not every day you poof somewhere, get kidnapped, and run into the same group of people randomly.

“Abby is that you- oh hello.” A voice comes from around the corner. Looking up I see Jinu and the purple haired guy, his name was Mystery I believe?

“Yeah it’s me, brought (Reader).” Abby says with water still being sprayed in his eyes.

“I see that. What did they do to you?” Jinu says walking over and looking like he was trying hard to not laugh.

“Hell if I know, I was going to go up and say something and she sprayed me.”

“It’s pepper spray.” I say starting to get a bit uncomfortable with the people coming in that I start to back up and bump into someone.

“Damn, that’s got to hurt.” Jinu says and then turns to me, “However, the fact he brought you here makes it a lot easier.”

“Uhm what?” I say even more uncomfortably.

“We wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier.”

“I’d rather not, as I told Abby I’m not entirely sure it happened, heck I could even say this didn’t happen if you’d leave me alone.”

“Mystery, please grab her. We don’t want you to pretend it didn’t happen, there’s just something we have to discuss with you.” Mystery grabs me by my shoulders and my fight or flight kicks in and I start to struggle a bit to break away. Out of nowhere I’m hit by a sense of tiredness that seemingly comes out of nowhere and fighting it I try to step away from the group just to get my own space and breathe when I just pass out into blackness.

………………

JINU’S POV

(Reader) falls asleep and Mystery catches them before they can actually collapse onto the ground. Looking at Abby who is still washing out his eyes I sigh. There were so many ways this could have gone and it went the way I really didn’t want it. I had sent the tiger out to make sure (Reader) was safe and I got confirmation that they were in bed. It seems they wanted to go out for whatever reason and Abby volunteered to go try to talk to them and this very obviously went so well.

“Pepper sprayed?” I say rubbing my forehead.

“Listen man I didn’t know she had it on her.” He says grabbing a towel and starting to wipe his face. Hissing a bit he finally opens his eyes and they are bloodshot.

“We’re in the modern world, they’re going to have something when wandering alone at night.” I say and watch as Mystery takes our guest to his room. It’ll work, but I want her in my room so badly. I didn’t want to have Mystery use his magic on her to make her sleep but she was getting distressed and we first have to figure out what we want to say and how to say it without freaking her out because so far.. we haven’t had much luck with that.

“I brought her here, that’s all that matters.” Abby says sighing and walking over to the couch in the other room.

“True, but not without harm to yourself.”

“Whatever, at least it’s done for now.”

Indeed it is.. I’ll call the boys out before she wakes up tomorrow and we will figure out what needs to be said and how..

Notes: I’m so sorry this update took so long to come out 😭. I got a new job and enrolled in school again for another degree so I’ve been a bit busy. But thank you all for reading this chapter and don’t forget I have my inbox open for requests and/or comments!! -Luka

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[mona-risms]

◆ DESSERT: Makeup Tends to Linger

◆ PAIRING: Zoey x queen bee!fem!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic but can be interpreted as platonic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None

◆ SLICE: 1st, 2nd (you are here)

◆ NOTES: After some encouragement (cough @jellyofthefishes) I wrote the second one. And ngl I had too much fun writing this LMAOOOO I forgot I loved writing for this type of personality 😭

It's always so strange, finding out that someone you knew from school grew up and got famous.

Especially when it was Zoey, the half-Korean girl who used to be bullied by teens with abysmal acne for all sorts of reasons, all ranging from stupid to downright fucking pitiful—not her, them. Also known as '[Y/N]'s charity case' to some, and '[Y/N]'s unexpected right hand' to others.

You found out about HUNTR/X through a friend, who had begged you to go with her to their tour after her boyfriend ditched her in favour for some sweaty, testosterone-heavy sport watching—what a shocker, honestly. To shut her up, and maybe to see what the fuss is about, you ended up agreeing (with a bargain of your own, of course, because you're not doing favours for free). And now?

Now you were here, amongst a dense cluster of die-hard fans, pushing you into the barriers after your friend insisted to push into the very front like it was the best idea she's ever had in all 25 years of her life. Now, you liked concerts as much as the next person, but with this loud, dense, high-energy crowd with definitely better things to do simply left in the wayside in favour to attending this concert? Honestly, it just felt suffocating—maybe you were biased, you've never really cared much about this group until you were introduced to their songs, but still.

The crowd gets even worse when the show finally starts, though that was obviously expected. And to be honest, the more you ignore literally everyone else around you and focus on the music and the trio performing, the more you actually started to enjoy it. High praise, because you weren't easily impressed and you were raised a natural hater with high standards, but their performance was fluid and the music was actually good and actually not as generic as you thought they'd be. Not to mention that the three members were all really pretty, especially the one with the black hair and the buns and that really familiar smile that probably would've looked extremely dorky back in high school with braces on.

..Wait.

There's no possible fucking way, right? The Zoey you knew was a loser. A cute loser who did really good nail art and had a huge obsession with turtles, and okay sure maybe you gave her your lip gloss when you graduated like some stupid teen film cliché because she'd look really pretty with it on, but still a fucking loser.

But their names are the same, clearly according to the jumbotron, and this idol looks like the Zoey you knew when you did a particularly good job at making her look less like a loser (which was all the times you did her makeup, obviously). And when she passed you by in the midst of one of their songs—you asked your friend which song this was and it was 'How It's Done', which honestly credit where credit's due, that title is hot—you see a small charm, so small but the yellow colour makes it hard to miss, and the green turtle attached to it.

But again. There's no way. Right?

So why did she stop? Why was she looking at you?

Why did her voice falter at the sight of you?

It wasn't for long, and her sudden split-second silence was drowned by the sea of shrieks and fangirling and the occasional "PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR FIRSTBORN"s around you that snapped her back into performing professionally, but you saw the evident look of recognition on her face—that wasn't something you could fake, nor was it something that was probably done for the sake of the fans. No, that was for you.

And you didn't know how to feel about that.

(You did. But disbelief still muddled your mind that everything from that point on feels like a fever dream.)

The rest of the concert passes in a blur, and you actually found yourself enjoying your time there. But you couldn't help but notice the constant glances that Zoey kept sending you during your performances, as discreet as she tried (and failed) to be, or the way she kept coming to your corner of the stage specifically whenever a solo part for her came up. At one point she had winked at you like she was hot shit—which really she was, you can't deny that—and you're pretty sure your friend nearly passed out.

You don't catch a break when the concert finishes either, because you're dragged by the hand to the meet and greet that was scheduled right after. So you go from a crowd that's squishing you to a line that's squishing you. Your poor feet are so sore, you might have to cash the favour in via a trip to a spa because god knows you deserve the self-care. ..Though honestly, there was a small part of you that wondered how Zoey would react to seeing you right in front of her.

Turns out, your wonderings were answered with.. a simple greeting, albeit a bit enthusiastic—something only you were privy to before, behind closed doors and empty stairwells, and now something everyone else saw in public—rather than the awkward hesitation that you remember her practically radiating with all those years ago. You were only there to tag along with your friend, so the most you gave the idol was a wave of acknowledgement, but while the other members were tending to her, surprisingly the youngest turned to grab a poster to sign it wordlessly, taking out something that looked like a card and folding it in.. before handing it to you just in time for the staff to shepherd you away for taking a while.

When you're finally in the clear from the line, as your friend gushes on about the trio and the concert and the whole night, you take a moment to open up the-- oh. Oh wait. It wasn't just signing.

Folded inside was a visitor ID. Written on the poster was her number (a new one), her signature, and a note: "Meet @ green room in 1hr?"

This girl was going to make you wait an hour. You. An hour.

Atrocious.

…

You tapped your friend on the shoulder, "You go on ahead, I need to go do something first."

She stopped her fanatical rant to whirl around and look at you with a raised eyebrow and a teasing expression, "Wow, you already got yourself someone to play with while I wasn't looking? Skank strikes again."

"Sure," you rolled your eyes before turning around to stuff your gifted items in your back and dig out your earbuds, "don't die on your way to the hotel, bitch—I'll use you for clout if you do."

You don't hear her reply, though you could guess what it would be, as you turn around and put your earbuds in and put on a song—'How It's Done', since you may as well—while you just walk off to do whatever to pass the time. Sitting around, waiting for the crowd to clear, walking around the venue (and potentially getting lost until eventually finding the designated meeting spot and flashing the ID for access, though it's not like anyone were there to witness that). Honestly you needed the quiet to process everything; who'd have thought that the loser from school actually managed to make a name for herself? Now she was the one people screamed about, now she was the one giving you secret phone numbers. Were you jealous? Maybe a little bit, because really who wouldn't be, but for the most part?

You were proud of her. And.. maybe a little sad, god forbid. But that's probably from some sort of nostalgic bullshit, so who cares?

(Maybe you do. Just a little.)

But before you could go further down into that sorry wormhole, you hear the faintest scream for your name muddled by the music in your ears before you feel a body charge and crash into you. Realistically it should've sent you and whoever it was flying to the ground, but the next thing you knew, you were being lifted and spun around by--

"Zoey! Put me down, you nerd, or so help me--"

"So I wasn't hallucinating—it IS you!!"

"You were banking the invitation on a GUESS???"

Zoey only laughs as a response, and even you can't stop the smile on your face at the sound of your old friend and the slight carelessness that she held.

"Zoey, be careful," you hear a deeper, more playfully deadpan voice—Mira, from what you remember in the concert, "you'll get dizzy and the both of you will end up falling. I'm not helping you if you do."

And then you hear a soft laugh, the tone melodic even outside of the stage—Rumi, you guessed, if not for the vocal profile you've been exposed to for more than an hour then through the process of elimination, "We all know you will anyway. C'mon, let's give them space."

"Yeah, yeah. Just knock if you need anything, Zo." and the two of them leave you two alone to talk.

Zoey does slow to a stop to put you down eventually before taking a step back. A very small step, you note, before she beams at you, "I didn't know you were a fan of us!"

"I'm not, the person I tagged along with is. But, y'know, you're not bad." You shrugged, and the words leave you before you can think about it, "It's not like I could even tell you if I was."

Because you had lost that connection between the two of you shortly after you graduated, thanks to your life getting busier. And when you could finally get the chance to talk to her again, she had changed her number.

You could tell that she was thinking the same thing, with the way her eyes looked down at her feet and her grin had dimmed in a way that was familiar to you from before—even some things could never change.

..Just like how you couldn't stand seeing her like this—pathetic, miserable, like a kicked puppy, like the first time the two of you talked.

With a huff, you moved your hand up to lightly poke Zoey in the forehead to snap her out of her misery, "So. Writing your number down, huh. Are you stealing my methods or was that, like, a 'for nostalgia's sake' kind of move?"

You see her mood switch back into something brighter, something stupidly sunny and infectious and way too genuine to be an idol's smile, "Oh, yeah, a little bit. Of both, I mean. I just thought it'd be funny."

"More like every fan's dream. What if I was just some lookalike? Now I'd have access to your private phone number and you'd have to suffer through random calls from me every five minutes."

"No, it wouldn't have been just a random fan," she shook her head before continuing, "no one else has that look."

"Uh.. what look? If you're telling me you're brave enough to insult me, I--"

"Like you know what your worth is."

"..And that is?"

"Above most people."

"Are you calling me a narcissist?"

"No! Just.. self-aware." And then her voice taking on a softer tone, "I always admired that in you, back then. And even now."

You could feel your cheeks gradually, traitorously get warmer. This was the new Zoey—a much more straightforward Zoey. Still slightly awkward, you could tell from the way she lightly bounced on the balls of her feet and flicked at her own fingers in an attempt to wring out her restlessness, but still someone different.

"Yeah, well…" You trailed off, slightly speechless for a while before you catch your former junior bite her lip in the same way that betrayed her nervousness in unoccupied silences. And you notice the glossy shade. "Hm. I was right to think you looked pretty with that shade."

"Wha--"

"Don't think too much into it. Seriously. ..Do you still do nails?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah! I do Mira's and Rumi's too!" And she grabs your hand without hesitation to lead you into her world—something new again yet strangely electrifying, something that completely paralleled your time together in school all those years ago, "C'mon! I'll show you and introduce you to the two of them—they've been curious about you since I told them I knew you.. and when I begged Bobby to get you that visitor pass--"

"I honestly thought you stole it."

"I would never!"

And when the door closes behind you, you just can't help but reflect: it's always so strange, finding out that someone you knew from school grew up and got famous. But as much as she's changed, you find that you don't really mind—not when you get to know of the nerd from the past.. and the nerd from the present.

[spacedustmantis]

ok i don't want this to devolve into a fight so i'm going to repsond once with as much understanding and kind words as i can muster. if we still misunderstand each other after that, i will leave it be.

i agree with everything you said regarding my second point. but i don't think you quite understood what i was trying to say. i did not say that being raised by bigoted parents absolves you of responsibility in any way, or that that somehow hurts others less. if anything i was trying to say the opposite. if you read what i wrote again, carefully, you will find that i was saying that a blanket statement like yours above plays into a sentiment that is very very popular, understandably so, that if you yourself don't have any ill will, you are incapable of harm. this is a very enticing thing to believe, bc believing that we are Good People and not actively hurting others is comforting and makes life much much easier. and god knows, people are desperate for an easier life right now. however this idea is not only wrong, it's also incredibly dangerous.

by spreading the idea that Good People cannot do harm we are discouraging people who think of themselves as good (which is most everyone) from recognizing their responsibility to learn and do better. we are creating a toxic landscape in which any and all criticism is recieved as a personal attack and rebuffed entirely. we as a society will not move forward and broaden our shared awareness of little, hard to catch, yet ultimately harmful biases. i'm sure you can agree that that is objectively bad.

the original post was aimed at people who want to do good, but maybe because of the way they were raised or because of how popular mainstream media portrays sexuality they don't have a nuanced understanding of this particular issue. it was intended to teach these people Why sex positivity is a good thing, or rather why sex negativity is a bad thing. once equipped with the information it is then on them if they want to extend their understanding and go forward now knowing better than they did before.

also i get from the tone of your answer that maybe you think that i intended to say that it is everyone's responsibility to teach those who don't know. and while i don't necessarily think that is true, i do also know that the knowledge must be shared somehow, must be made available somehow. it is hard to break out of a cult precisely because cult leaders will always either limit your access to outside information (think amish) or simply manipulate you into not seeking out or trusting outside information (think mormons).

i also personally believe that not only are we under the responsibility to be kind and help each other out, it will also help our cause (furthering understanding and progressive mindsets) to extend a little bit of our time to offer up relevant information to those who could need it.

and lastly. yes i did understand what you meant. it is still kind of a guess who exactly you meant, could be the church, could be the education system wherever you live, could be specifically your parents. i can assume you meant some sort of institution like the US government or the slew of public facing terfs and tradwives. that is not the issue.

the issue is that naming a specific group (e.g. "isn't [...] the goal of those terfs?") even if just by example, significantly lowers the chances that some anti-semitic asshole could come along and say "yeah isn't it wild that those fuckers want to control us?!" and you go to their blog and it becomes abundantly clear by "those fuckers" they mean jews.

of course, you are correct to say that if in an exchange the previous person stated a group or a few different groups and you use "they" in response to that, that's just how grammar works, and totally fine. thing is, i did not name any specific groups that intentionally further purity culture. i only named groups who suffer from it.

i think it's very possible that you just quickly skimmed over my post and somehow your brain convinced you i must've mentioned radfems somewhere in there and you formulated yourself the way you did based on that assumption. and that's completely fine, it happens to me all the time.

ultimately i think we are on the same page here. i attempted to answer your question (though maybe i didn't explain myself well enough in that regard) and i pointed out a turn of phrase that has been thouroughly coopted by usually racist, homophobic or anti-semitic conspiracy scammers, and therefore isn't very smart to use. trust me i used to use it all the time until i found out that maybe i shouldn't.

i hope this clears things up, but if it doesn't i probably won't answer a third time. i also really hope you aren't taking any of this in bad faith, but if you are, i guess i can't do anything about it.

have a good day/night, depending

recent events got me thinking

[mxjackparker]

So, I've been trying to understand a bit more about sex work recently and I intend to read your book soon, but I'd just like to ask a question that I hope is not disrespectful.

I'm an aro-ace who's always been repulsed by sex and couldn't conceive how the most stereotypical couples aren't, much less sex workers. My position has always been that we should have better social politics so people wouldn't have to do it and legalize and regulate it, so people who still do are protected.

Anyway, I'm giving all this context because I don't want you to think I'm asking this in bad faith, but is it possible for people to actually choose sex work or enjoy it? Supposing that sex workers were protected and weren't often victims of violence and stigmatization, do you think people would still choose to do it if they had a choice? I oscillate in my opinion, but I think there would be a toll on mental health, regardless of that, because they would still be constantly exposed and have their body used and have to please people they might not be attracted to or wouldn't care about their pleasure and I couldn't think of any other profession that might mess with people's emotions this way. Like, a cashier might have rude clients and a horrible day and be a mess because of it, but it seems less "personal" than sharing your body, not because I think it "taints" people in any way, but because I think it might be a "closer" experience with a horrible client, rather than just hearing insults, and the power would always be skewed towards the paying party, which wouldn't help, and all of this might lead to long term mental health issues. In other words, a cashier wouldn't have to, for example, kiss someone who just called them something offensive.

I really hope I didn't seem disrespectful or dismissive of sex work, I'm genuinely trying to understand and I'm really open to criticism. Anyway, sorry for the long text and for struggling to express myself (english not being my first language doesn't help). Thanks for taking the time to read.

I understand that it can be difficult to empathize with how other people feel when it's very different to your own experience, but I'd encourage you not to treat sex as exceptional to other things you may have a strong aversion to and/or a lack of interest in. Food is a comparison I see used a lot - there are plenty of foods I find gross, but I believe other people when they say they like them or don't take issue with eating them. Some people enjoy sex and some people sell it with feeling negatively about that (whether they actually enjoy it or not).

Your instinct towards the idea of legalizing and regulating sex work is also understandable, because we're led to believe that government control protects people, but that's not the reality. Sex worker advocacy organisations overwhelmingly support full decriminalization instead, because a system with regulations requires sex workers to meet those standards or be criminalized. We are safest when we're not being brought into proximity with police or forced to deal with barriers to selling sex - something we're usually doing because we can't manage the barriers to other kinds of work anyway.

As for your main question on whether sex workers can choose or enjoy sex work, I do think these are separate but related considerations:

Certainly we're capable of choosing to sell sex. Even as a person who doesn't enjoy sex work and who does it because I have limited other job prospects and qualifications, I still make the choice to do it. Like most people with jobs, my reasons for that choice are about money rather than pleasure in doing the work. Whether my choice would differ in other circumstances doesn't change that it's obviously not the same situation when I am forced to sell sex as when I decide to put up an advertisement or go to a brothel shift, like how harvesting crops as a job is different from being enslaved and made to do so.

As for whether people could enjoy sex work in a world without the current stigma and criminalization? Of course. There are sex workers who enjoy the work now, even despite those issues. Not everyone has strong emotional attachments to sexual activity. The comparison might be baffling to you, but I've had bar shifts where customers have degraded and yelled at me over the bar which were far more upsetting than sessions I've had with clients! Clients don't all "use" us and treat us as objects, though many do and that's a huge issue, and how many of the bad clients we deal with is very dependent on how badly we need the money.

I agree that a cashier job is less intimate than sexual labour, but cashiers and sex work aren't the only two jobs. Comparisons I made in Hooker Mentality on this issue, regarding the commodification of intimacy, were around jobs like nannying and midwifery and elder care. Midwives put their fingers inside of pregnant people to check their progression or ease the birth process and support them emotionally during one of the most vulnerable moments in most people's lives. Nannies often become closer to the children they care for than their own parents, only to be let go when they're no longer needed and potentially never see them again. A carer at a nursing home might suffer racist abuse from residents with dementia on a daily basis, only to have to help those same people bathe or use the toilet. These jobs take an emotional toll and yet people can still enjoy them and be fulfilled by them in between the difficult moments.

Power is currently skewed in favour of the person paying for a service, sexual or otherwise, and that is a problem that needs to be mitigated by providing people with financial security so they can say no without poverty being a pressuring factor. Clients of sex workers lose their upper hand when a sex worker no longer needs their money to pay rent or afford food. That is why ending poverty is the only way to truly protect sex workers, in addition to the necessary destigmatization and decriminalization.

This response ended up being very long, but hopefully I was able to respond to all elements of your question and concerns. Don't feel bad for asking! You expressed yourself just fine and the willingness to engage with other perspectives is the first step towards gaining knowledge.

[sophie-frm-mars]

Mental health discourse on social media is so deeply broken and it's all that one post that says there's only either Smol Bean disorder or Evil Abuser Disorder.

Like people think that "getting better" means what? Feeling better? Sometimes getting better makes you feel better, sometimes it feels fucking awful. Coming to terms with having hurt people feels like total fucking shit, realizing how much of your life could have been spent on things other than being completely fucking insane sucks shit, realizing that some of the people who hurt you were going through some stuff that you can actually relate to sucks total fucking shit.

I'm particular though, it's the idea that people don't hurt people when they're unwell that I think is poisoning the discourse. It's a reaction to the classic crazy dangerous lunatic stereotype, people are swinging entirely the other way and insisting that everyone who has ever been mentally unwell has been in a state where they couldn't possibly hurt anyone and therefore if anyone hurts someone it's something entirely unrelated to mental illness, this is how we invent and permanently reinvent Smol Bean Disorder and Evil Abuser Disorder.

Yes, statistically in a situation where someone is experiencing a serious mental health episode the person most at risk is the unwell person, but that's a nuanced statement, it isn't the same as "nobody mentally ill ever hurts anyone". But the problem with pointing all this out is that so many (well-intentioned) people just see symptoms as like a license for your behaviour. Why did you miss the thing we were gonna do? I have depression. I feel like she never listens to me! She has ADHD. Why does she get so fucked up by me not texting for a few hours? She has BPD. and so on but like no some of the experience of being unwell is sometimes acting in ways you deeply regret and will have to live with and feel shitty about kinda forever.

The whole thing is nuts because people will describe someone who they currently view as evil in terms that just sound like a super unwell person "he was obsessed with..." "She was all blank like she wasn't even present" and at the same time attribute this to an essential and unchangeable evil about that person instead of some kind of madness. It's a perfect double bind the way that we stigmatise mental illness while attributing it to something else, we're really eating our cake and having it too. My favourite example of this is "pathological liar". This gets used all the time in situations where one side of a conflict just doesn't believe the person they're talking about, I've had it happen to me even, but if it were true isn't that a person who needs psychological intervention? Someone who feels the need to compulsively lie in a way that causes harm to themselves or others or both?

And all of this is fair, also, like when someone has been hurt they need a space to absolutely hate the guts of the person that hurt them, talk utter shit, say the most offensive stuff about them that they wouldn't stand by the next day, because for many people that's a part of the healing, is detesting that person. The trouble is that we have so many ways to facilitate carceral responses to harm because carcerality is so deeply baked into our society that we really view "less harm than literally having someone killed" as abolitionist, and we're all very good at kidding ourselves that doing harm to someone we hate is justified. I get it, I've done it. I've sought punitive justice towards people who've hurt me before. I thought I was in the right. The people around me were reinforcing that idea for me and in some cases even pushing me towards it. So I get it. But I think finding abolitionist alternatives in conflict is the largest, hardest bulk of the work in mad liberation, because whenever I've seen someone very unwell I know wind up completely alone, abandoned and precarious, it has always been through a series of interpersonal conflicts where people choose one by one to leave their life because it's too hard, which in turn makes the burden harder for the next person and the next until they are completely alone.

A response and structure focused in healing after harm happens isn't natural for us raised under patriarchal punitive logic. Because it isn't natural to us it's going to take a lot of work, and it's a multi layered problem. People want to act quickly and punitively. Several pressures converge to make people seek the most extreme punitive action possible. People who have hurt people are assumed to be liars and manipulators, so they can't be believed when they apologize and they can't be listened to or trusted like a normal person. It's never really going to be possible to devise a step by step template for this kind of thing because people and conflicts are so unique and trying to reconcile a shared reality requires some amount of feeling it out.

[cressidagrey]

Cressida’s Cheat Sheet: How to Write a Lot of Fanfiction in a Very Short Time

Want to write a 4K chapter in 90 minutes (without burning out or going mad)?! Here’s how I do it! (aka the lazy girl guide to plotting.)

1. The Basics

Disclaimer: This is what works for me. It may not work for everyone, but I wanted to share what my progress is that I have perfected over the last...decade? (God, I am getting old...)

Tools Matter: If you want to write faster, get an external keyboard. Trust me, my typing speed goes up exponentially when I use one. 

My MacBook’s butterfly keyboard had me battling double and triple letters (hello, editing nightmares), so I got a new one.

I find the ergonomic ones the most comfortable, even though they look stupid. 

2. The Set Up

Know Your Story: Have a general idea of the story you want to tell. That includes having names for your characters, knowing how it starts, and having an endpoint in mind. Don’t worry about every detail, just have a direction.

Create Your “Vibe”:

Playlist: Spend 30 minutes making a Spotify playlist. Nothing too elaborate, just something that gets you in the mood for the writing. No 6-hour spirals.

Pinterest Board: A quick one to gather inspiration for your story—like face claims, settings, etc. Again, no 6 hours spent pinning their childhood kitchen.

Canva: If you want to add visual elements, like Instagram posts, etc., get a free Canva account. Create a project for your story and set it up. 

Set Up Your Writing Document: Whether it’s Google Docs, Word, or something else, set up your preferred font (I’m a serif person, myself). Use a table of contents for easy navigation. Trust me, future you will thank you.

3. Plotting: The Brainstorm Stage

Remember that story idea you had? Now make a list of all the random stuff you want in that story. All the bits of conversation, every single plot point. Word Vomit it into that Google Doc.

Or annoy your friends on Discord with it. 

Organize: After your word dump, start putting it in order. Break down what needs to happen in each chapter.

Plot Lines: Write out each plot line as a series of events. Example:

Character A and B fall in love: A and B meet in a cafe. Meet cute while walking their dog. Turns out they are neighbours, surprise! She listens to old music, he knocks at the door! Neighbourly bantering. They spent time together. They fall in love. The end. 

(Or, you know, not really, but you get the idea.)

Do that for every single plot line

If you want to live dangerously, do it like I do and just keep it in your head. Who needs to write down anything?!?!

Write what you want to read. Write about the stuff that annoys you in other stories. For example, I will never write Character A cheating on Character B and A and B still having a happy end together. 

4. Actually Writing: The Fun Part

Get the Basics Down First:

Before jumping into Chapter 1, make a list of all the key plot points and corresponding scenes for that chapter.

Fun fact: text messages are much quicker to write than actual scenes. At least for me. Use this freely to pad out the story! 

Same goes for Twitter Threads! (As for Twitter usernames, be as lazy as me and have a spreadsheet that also doubles as a very bad Twitter username generator and just copy/paste usernames in Twitter threads in the editing phase. 

Don’t Overthink It: The hardest part is just getting words on the page. I don’t edit as I go. I type XXX when I don’t know a word, and I come back to it later.

One Word at a Time: The more you write, the faster you’ll get. Practice makes perfect. Don’t stall out because you’re trying to write perfectly. Just keep writing.

Don’t be afraid to use different media/take risks! Use newspaper articles! Add in recipes! Some Emails! Letter! Anything and Everything can be used in a story. You’ll see if it works. Maybe it does, and you add something new to your repertoire! Maybe you hate it! That’s okay too! 

5. Recycle and Reuse

Recycle Old Writing: Don’t delete old drafts. Ever. Bits and pieces can always be reused. Perfectly good descriptions of settings? Use them again! It’s your writing—do what you want with it.

Steal (with Love): Don’t be afraid to borrow a basic plot structure from a TV show, a book, or even a movie. Once you’ve made it your own, no one will notice. By the time you’re done, your story will be completely different from the one you borrowed from, anyway.

6. Editing: The Finishing Touches

Don’t Obsess: Grammarly is free and can save you from basic mistakes. Give your chapter a quick read-through, but don’t get stuck on perfection.

Beta Readers or Friends: A fresh pair of eyes is invaluable. Have someone tell you what works and what sucks.

Publish, Even if it’s only 80% perfect: I’ve learned that progress is more important than perfection. Don’t stare at a chapter for hours trying to make it flawless. Get it to a point where you’re mostly happy, then hit publish.

7. Know when to break the Rules

Feel free to ignore all that advice when inspiration hits on your bus commute and just type random scenes in your phone. Maybe you can use them in this story. Maybe not. But you have written them, so you are free to use and recycle them in another story down the road. 

Embrace the Chaos: Inspiration doesn’t always strike when you expect it. If you have a great plot idea—throw it in! Write it down and tweak it later. Don’t overthink it. Life’s too short to hesitate.

Figure out what works for you: For me personally, my biggest game changer was writing that checklist of scenes that I need to write per chapter.

It is the thing that helps me the most and makes it easy for me to write very quickly, because I don’t need to think about what I write, just how.

[toastcrumb]

LOVE LANGUAGE; QUALITY TIME.

Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Thoma

DILUC.

You ran a little fruit stand near the entrance of Mondstadt. You often closed your shop up an hour early so that way you could arrive an hour or two before Diluc would close the angel's share. It was already almost dusk.

You sat at one of the few stools that were in front of the bar counter, nursing a small cup of Ice water as you waited for your lover to finish up for the night. There were a couple of patrons left, no more than about 5 which was a blessing in the eyes of Diluc, you were sure.

He'd been making conversation with you, while wiping the rim of a short and round glass cup. “So, I was thinking of selling bulle fruit.” You murmured, tracing your finger around the rim of the half-empty glass of water. “I know a girl in Fontaine who'd ship me some, I'm not a fan personally.. but it could be good business.”

“Mhm.” Diluc replied. He'd been a little dry during the conversation, but you knew it wasn't his strong suit. He was more of a listener, and a good one, at that.

“Hey, you should turn it into a drink.” Your lips curled into something almost mischievous. You knew that Diluc wasn't a big fan of alcohol, so to suggest that he make a new drink as if he weren't already trying to get people to drink less.

You weren't surprised by the way his crimson eyes flickered up at you with something that wasn't either more irritation than it was slight amusement. “Funny,” He responded, clipped but without heat. His way of humoring you.

“Maybe I should put a sign that says ‘come all, get drunk until you can't tell between your left foot and your right.’” The man stated, wryly. a small, imperceptible twitch of his lips when he heard you laugh at his facetious response.

“Good idea, you're so smart.” You quip with an affectionate smile. That smile, the way you aim it at him so generously. It reminds him why he looks forward to your visits and a small part of him feels like the Angel's share has become just a bit more bearable. Just a bit.

KAEYA.

You were one of the knights of favonius, a wall guard that would switch with Swan every couple hours. You found standing at the entrance of Mondstadt to be a bit boring but it was your duty and duty calls.

The sigh you let out was what could be considered as long-suffering, not because of the fact that you'd been standing at the entry to the city of Mondstadt for what felt like 3 hours, which meant your legs were becoming a little bit tired.

That wasn't what was exhausting. It was that familiar sound.

The sound of boots against stone, gravel and dirt. The sound of boots you could recognize in a stampede of other boots. You were working, even if it was as mundane as standing in the same position. Then you heard it, the amused hum of your higher-up.

“working hard, or hardly working?” Kaeya taunted, harmlessly. He leaned against the inner part of the stone entry, just on the right side where you were positioned.

“Don't.” You warn. “working hard, which you should also be doing, captain.” You rebuke, without any real heat. It was almost banter. You re-adjust your sword, you refuse to look over at him. You're on the clock, you can't laugh at the moment. You'll cave if you glance.

“Unfortunately, I can't.” Kaeya sighed, mindlessly flipping a coin into the air. His single blue eye focused on it, with a lazy intent that only people like him have. “What's a cavalry captain, without his cavalry?” He complained.

“You're the captain, use your improv skills.” You suggested, with a small twitch of your lips as you resist looking over to him. “I heard Klee has been getting better at her arts and crafts, maybe she can draw you one.” You can't resist mocking him, not even during work hours.

The captain cannot contain his huff of laughter at your snark, the way you crack whenever you see him. “I should thank Varka when he returns.” He murmured, finally pocketing the golden coin of mora.

“why's that?” You murmur, curiously.

“Because if he hadn't taken the horses, I'd be on some expedition instead of here with you.” that. that causes you to finally break your focus and look over at him. His lips curl, handsomely. “There you are.” He says, warmly.

KAZUHA.

You were one of the members of Beidou's crew. One of her closest friends, just as you were deeply bonded with the wandering samurai that she'd picked up like a stray. Well, he was your stray now.

You didn't make any sudden movements. The sun had vanished beyond the horizon about 3 hours ago, most of the crew were sound tucked in their quarters. You'd be as well if it wasn't for the fact that a certain boyfriend of yours won't stop harmonizing with his leaf, right outside your shared quarters.

“You're not very good at stealth.” Kazuha murmured, not glancing back. He didn't have to, not to know that it was you admiring him from a few feet away. But still, he decided to glance back. Eyes the color of fall leaves, soft and soothing.

“Did I wake you?” His voice was soft, like the plushness of a pillow or the slight breeze on a night too hot. Kazuha sat on the edge of the idle ship, blonde ponytail swaying with the sea breeze. “No,” You reassured, sleepy. “Never went to sleep.”

You approached the edge and leaned just next to him. His presence was soft, comforting. Almost nostalgic on a serene night like this one. Moments like these that you felt were the best. “Why are you still up?” You ask, glancing at him. Admiring the billow of his hair.

“I could ask you a similar question.” Kazuha replied, glancing over at you in return. He offers a soft smile and brushes a stray lock of hair with his finger. Comforting your tired soul in a way that only he could.

“I can't sleep.” You admitted, eyes fluttering close at the softness of his finger. “partly because of your leaf whistling, but I couldn't sleep beforehand either..” You reassured him.

his smile softened, perceptibly.. “Ah, trouble sleeping. I've had my fair share of lying awake.” He empathized. He remembers those days, up at night. His mind circled his friend and the incident with the shogun. He's learned to make peace with it, now.

“Think you could poem me to sleep?” You partly joke, although curious on if it would work. Your hand finds its way into his bandaged one, carefully. “please?”

“I have many to spare, especially for you.” His gaze leaves you, focusing on the roundness of the moon hauling the midnight skies. “Close your eyes, let me soothe you.”

You work as one of the kamisato clan's servants. You were, preferably one of Ayaka's own. She often gave you breaks if you were working too hard. During breaks, you'd seek out a certain dog-enthusiast.

“Is this where you spend all your time?” You call out to Thoma, as you arrive at the Komore Teahouse. The smile you give him is immediately returned when Thoma notices you.

“There you are, I knew m'lady wouldn't keep you.” Thoma smiled, one hand wielding a tri-color dango stick while the other held one of Taroumaru's fluffy paws. “Come over, let me get you a dango.” He offered.

“Sounds good, slacker.” You tease, harmlessly. You find yourself standing next to Thoma as he plays with Taroumaru. You found his adoration for the retired ninja pup to be cute, as if your own adoration for Thoma wasn't enough.

“Lady Kamisato gave me the rest of the day off, are you busy?” You added as he offered you a dango stick. an assortment of sticky pastel colors. You sink your teeth into the biggest one on the wooden stick. “I was thinking we could have a picnic..”

“A picnic sounds great, I'll check in with m'lady to see if she needs anything from me beforehand.” He agreed, trailed by a soft bark from the shiba next to him. “Although, I've already done the floors plenty of times.”

“I'm sure the floors are spotless, Mr. Housekeeper.” You teased, nudging him gently. However, if he did go off to check and see if Ayaka needed anything then you wouldn't stop him. Ayaka was a sweet thing, compared to her elder brother. “Go ahead, I'll prepare while you're gone.” You reassured him.

“Just meet me around Hanamizaka District and we'll continue from there!” You smiled. You did enjoy it when Ayaka was kind enough to let you spend time with Thoma.

All original works belong to @toastcrumb. Please do not plagiarize, rewrite, steal or copy my work. Do not post it on other sites or networks.

[judesmoonbeauty]

MDNI. Fan translation only. 100% accuracy can't be guaranteed. Please expect grammatical errors. Creative liberties are taken. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere, claim them as your own, or use them without my permission. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Kate: But he seemed like a nice guy with good judgement!

(Hah…?)

Jude: Got on pretty well then, huh. Just from that one moment.

Kate: Haha, yep! We got along pretty well.

While Kate laughed cheerfully next to me, my mood plummeted below freezing.

Jude: ……..Don’t care who he is, once I see him, I’ma knock his teeth in.

Kate: ?  Did you just say something??

Jude: Nah, nothin’.

(Ya just guaranteed his jaw gettin’ shattered’s all.)

Kate: Hey, let’s go deliver the handkerchief now.

Jude: Huh? Ya don’t need to come with me.

Kate: But isn’t his workplace at the harbour up ahead? If he lost something, it’s better to return it quickly.

Kate: Besides, it’ll be fun strolling along the beach until we reach the port.

Kate then took off her sandals and walked barefoot across the sand.

Kate: Wow, it’s hot…..Jude, the sand’s so hot!

(…..She’s so damn sincere, ‘n foolishly honest.)

Jude uses “sunao” which is generally translated as honest, sincere and willing to listen to others. However, it’s very nuanced and can be rendered in many other ways. I opted to use ‘sincere’ since he also uses “shojiki” which also means “honest.” There’s a difference, but too long to explain.

(A good person clingin’ to someone like me.)

Even though she’s seen the filthiest sides of humanity more times than she can count from being by my side, Kate remains untainted.

Jude: Haah—

(No wonder parasites are spawnin’.)

Just mentioning that she’s my woman might repel some of the bugs, but that’s not enough to prevent them.

I know better than anyone that Kate’s someone who can drive people mad.

Kate: Juuude!

With sandals dangling from her hand, Kate excitedly calls me to the water’s edge.

Instead of responding, I take a step forward and a dry laugh escapes my lips.

Jude: Yeah, I’ll just squash ‘em soon as they appear.

(Fer now…)

Jude: I’ll clip him a good 10 times.

[Transitions to the port town]

It wasn’t long before we found the guy’s workplace.

However, the building seemed to be closed for the day, and not a person was in sight.

(Anyway, never expected him t’be in the same line of business.)

Goshawk Ltd. — I’ve never done business with them, but I have heard of the trading company.

(That can’t be a coincidence.)

(Did he approach Kate to get intel outta her….)

Kate: Too bad they’re closed today.

Jude: ……..It doesn’t hafta be today.

I briefly considered asking Kate about what she'd talked about with that guy, but quickly dismissed the idea.

Kate’s a credulous person, but she’s got good intuition.

If I probe she’ll definitely sense something’s off right away, and offer to investigate together.

(Can’t allow her to use my reward on that scum.)

For the next two days, I sneaked around Goshawk Ltd a few times without Kate noticing.

However, I never saw that man, let alone any of the other employees.

[Transitions to the Beach]

(Office supplies ‘n stuff were still there, but it’s in disrepair. The business either went bankrupt or they made off in the middle o’ the night…..Either way, it bit the dust.)

(Our company wasn’t responsible fer it's demise, but maybe….)

While I lounge in a beach chair smoking a cigarette, Kate removes the straw of her ocean-blue cocktail from her lips and sets it on the table.

Kate: Tomorrow’s finally the day the ship departs with Raven Ltd’s cargo.

Jude: …..That’s right. Did the princess enjoy her reward?

Kate: Yes, I really did! Um, but…..

(But….?)

Kate: I was actually a bit worried about the way I’d see you frown sometimes.

Kate: Is something bothering you…...?

(…..Watchin’ me as usual.)

Jude: It’s not somethin’ ya hafta worry ‘bout fer the rest of yer life.

Kate: Oh, could it be there’s an issue about tomorrow…..?

Jude: No.

Kate stares at me worriedly, she never gives up when it comes to me.

Jude: …..I was just thinkin’ about how to bully ya next.

Kate: Even I can tell that’s a lie.

Jude: Why dont’cha see fer yerself then?

Kate: Hm? Ahh….

Anticipating a future where Kate would pout about this sneaky deception, I sink my fingers within her trained body, which had become several times more soft than usual this holiday.

[Transitions to a warehouse - Neu. POV]

That night a figure enters the Raven Ltd. warehouse at the port—

The candlelight flickers as it searches the cargo, illuminating burlap sacks filled with spices.

When the string binding the mouth of a sack was undone—

Jude: ….Ah, so that’s what it was.

???: Urk!!

The voice coming from behind caused the figure rummaging through the goods to turn around.

[Jude POV]

Sure enough, it was the man who had been chatting with Kate at the restaurant.

Jude: Didja get close to her hopin’ to tamper with the goods ‘fore it shipped out?

Presumptuous Man: N-no I didn’t!

Jude: Whaddya mean ya didn’t?

When I twisted his arm, something fell to the floor.

Jude: So this’s what’cha we’re tryin’ to pollute the goods with…….poison.

Presumptuous Man: I - I wasn’t.

Jude: Ain’t no point tryin’ to weasel yer way outta it. I know where ya got this stuff from.

Jude: I’ve checked into yer background, where ya live, even yer accounts…..all of it.

Jude: Yer the president of Goshawk Ltd, innit?

Jude: I hear yer company’s goin’ bust.

Goshawk’s financial situation is deteriorating.

It wasn’t difficult to find out what this guy did due to Ellis’ report, and information I gathered locally.

Jude: Yer ship sank after bein’ forced to sail in a storm ‘cause of yer gunnin’ too hard fer profits.

Jude: On top o’ huge losses, ya got debt collectors comin’ fer ya ‘cause of yer gamblin’ habit, yeah? Serves ya right.

Jude: So, what were ya intendin’ by ruinin’ my contract?

Presumptuous Man: Ugh..…

Jude: Don’t give me that. Explain it now.

Presumptuous Man: ….I- I’m not sayin’ anything.

Despite his pale complexion and clattering teeth, he still seems determined to continue resisting.

Jude: I ain’t no demon either. If yer upfront ‘n tell me everythin’, I may even forgive ya.

Presumptuous Man: …Hngh……truly?

(I’m lyin’ through my teeth.)

The guy who must have peas for brains, desperately started to defend himself against my claim.

(This’s just a brutally long-winded cycle o’ self-justification, but basically—)

Jude: So, ya blamed Raven Ltd, fer everythin’ ya brought upon yerself.…..

Jude: N’ ya wanted to drag me down, the company’s president.

Presumptuous Man: Isn’t it ridiculous! You’ve got everything, and I….!

(Gotta real plonker here. Ruinin’ me ain’t gonna clear yer debts.)

Presumptuous Man: If you….If Raven Ltd weren’t around, our business would be thriving….!

Presumptuous Man: That’s why…I can’t forgive you from before! When I saw you walking around town with a beautiful girl, I thought I got lucky!

Presumptuous Man: I wanted to ruin you, steal that woman from you and humiliate you!

Presumptuous Man: If I ever got bored with that girl, I could sell her to pay off some debts and kill two birds with one stone. Aha-AHAHA!

(Ah—)

(I’m gonna kill him.)

Presumptuous Man: Hic!

The guy who grew cocky while blabbering without a care for his situation, suddenly turned pale and cowered, probably sensing my blood lust.

Presumptuous Man: I-I told you everything….s-s-so you’ll forgive me, won’t you?

Jude: Forgive? Oh…..sure?

Jude: I forgive ya fer tryna tamper with our merchant ship. But—

Jude: I won’t forgive ya fer tryna mess with my woman, even if yer sent to hell.

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[itoshiierae]

Hii ! if you dont mind can i req for how the tokyo rev boys would react when f!reader (maybe she’s those yknow popular girls or super out of their league kind) confesses to them ?? ( Rindou, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho )

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ᡣ𐭩 ft: rindou haitani, ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, kakucho hitto

ᡣ𐭩 notes: hii i’m so so sorryyy i got to this late!! i started it a while ago but left it in my drafts and only just finished it now 😭

✧ RINDOU HAITANI ✧

he freezes for a full three seconds. genuinely doesn’t know how to process it. you??? liking him? he replays every conversation you’ve ever had in his head like he missed some obvious sign. outwardly, he just shrugs, trying to act unbothered. “…ohh. uhh cool.” but later? he’s spiraling in private. he’ll be scrolling through your old texts, analyzing your tone, and wonder how he could have missed all the signs. the next time you meet him, he’s weirdly nice. he’ll start offering you his jacket, randomly sends you songs that remind him of you and even take you out on little “hangouts” that feel suspiciously like dates. poor boy doesn’t know how to handle his own crush getting reciprocated.

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✧ RAN HAITANI ✧

he smirks immediately. the ‘oh, really now?’ kind. you were acting all normal around him this whole time… but turns out you actually liked him??? “so you’ve been checkin’ me out, huh?” he’ll for sure be teasing you nonstop about it, calls you out every time you get flustered around him, leans a little too close, and lowkey weaponizes how hot you think he is… but underneath that cocky grin??? he’s actually SUPER happy about it. he starts getting bolder after that — always finding excuses to be near you, throwing his arm around your shoulders & saying corny stuff just to get you flustered. he’ll try to play it smooth, but his heart is racing at the fact that his crush actually liked him back.

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✧ SANZU HARUCHIYO ✧

he just laughs. a little unhinged, and a little surprised honestly. “… you sure about that?” he probably doesn’t trust it at first. he thinks you’re joking or setting him up. it’ll take him a while to realize that you actually like him so when it finally hits him, it’s like someone lit a match inside him — and he instantly gets addicted to the idea. suddenly, he wants to be around you more, wants to hear you say it again & wants you to prove it to him. he won’t say he likes you back justtt yet, but the way he watches you after? yeah… he’s already down so so bad. and when other guys get too close to you??? he’ll be making sure they back off real quick & he’s not afraid to use underhanded methods to do it.

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✧ KAKUCHO HITTO ✧

he goes quiet. like… really quiet. brows furrowed, eyes searching yours like he’s not sure he heard you right the first time. “… wait you like me?” he’s not shocked because he thinks he’s unlovable, he’s just shocked because he feels like you’re wayyy out of his league. but once he realizes that you’re serious, he just… smiles kind of in awe before softly saying, “then i guess i can finally tell you that i’ve always had a crush on you…” after that? he becomes the most respectful boyfriend ever!!! he checks in on you throughout the day, protects you while also keeping you safe from any sort of danger & notices when you’re overwhelmed before you even say it. this man will cherish the hell out of you <33

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