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AGAINST THE LAW. | KEN RYUGUJI

synopsis ━━ after one too many trips to the auto repair shop with your old car, you realize you can focus on your work tasks so much better in the waiting room. but when the head mechanic notices you've been loitering, you recognize him instantly: ken ryuguji. there’s zero chance you’re getting out of this one. (older!draken x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ missionary position on a motorcycle (hey, this is fiction), cunnilingus + fingering, praise, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, pet names (i.e. cherry), mentions loss of virginity in the past, mutual pining, au as helllll, draken is in his late 20s and a mechanic. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.2k

song inspiration ━━ one for the road, arctic monkeys / one of the girls, the weeknd / fallen star, the neighbourhood

author's note ━━ ok off the bat, I just wanna say this fic was completely inspired by this movie called wait with me. my friends and I like to watch passionflix movies for the laughs, but this one wasn't. well horrible. if you watch it, don't expect oscar-worthy performances, but it was fun and stupid and yeah, it made me think about what if part of this concept was applied to draken when he was older, workin as a mechanic. idk. I'm not caught up on the manga whatsoever so take this as a major au lol

Your car was a piece of shit, but that wasn’t the only reason you ended up sitting in the waiting room at the mechanic’s more than usual. A police officer would call it loitering. You, on the other hand, called it a safe space. For the past couple of weeks, your car had been in and out of the shop due to a faulty ignition sensor that your mechanic couldn’t nail down until your car broke down on the side of the highway. For the third time. Needless to say, it had been a stressful past month. The car issues had been one thing, but then there was all the pressure at work. And for some reason, you began to find comfort in working at the mechanic’s waiting room.

Your work as a journalist was very important to you. A perfectionist at heart, you needed to be in the right zone, the right state of mind, to write. Unfortunately, you weren’t someone who could sit at your desk at home for hours, typing away at the speed of light, and you definitely couldn’t focus at a coffee shop. You tried a plethora of other places. The local park: your laptop died. The library: teenagers still whispered too loud even in the quietest of places. The McDonald's parking lot: you got distracted by your hunger. Nowhere was right … until you were forced to work from your mechanic’s waiting room while he worked on your car. 

Even when your mechanic figured out the issue, you couldn’t help but sneak in through the entrance late mornings and work on your articles. The waiting room was just so … quiet, even more quiet than a library. There was hardly anyone in there besides the retired folk who could wait all day for their car to be fixed. You had a coffee machine at your disposable – not good coffee, but good enough – and a selection of snacks from the vending machine. It was pure bliss. You liked to hole yourself up in the corner, picking out different outfits that would conceal your face enough, and type away until the sun began to set. No one said a word to you. No one batted an eye.

So, as you can see, it was a surprise to you when someone eventually approached you two months into your loitering scheme.

It was just about closing time and you were shoving your laptop in your backpack after sending off another draft to your editor. A pair of feet appeared in front of your chair, and when you looked up at the young mechanic chewing on the end of a toothpick, you knew you were fucked. 

“Toyota,” he said without missing a beat, knowing your car from the top of his head, “ignition sensor, right?”

You paused, sliding on your backpack. Could you make a break for it? “Um … correct.”

“That was fixed weeks ago,” he said, slapping a dirty rag on his shoulder, car keys dangling from the other hand. 

Your mouth went completely dry. How the fuck could you explain this without coming off as a total weirdo? Your hands gripped the straps of your backpack for dear life. This was so embarrassing.

Before you could reply, the young mechanic gestured to the back door with his chin. “Follow me,” he said. “Boss wants to talk to ‘ya.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Still fiddling with your backpack straps, you knew there was no choice but to follow this guy. He led you through the back door and into the main workshop area of the shop. There were some cars left on a few lifts, ready to be inspected tomorrow, and the shelves packed with parts seemed to be in disarray. Besides that, there was no one in here but you, the young mechanic, and whoever this “boss” was still working in the back of the shop. You had never met the owner of the shop before; you typically worked with your mechanic and no one else.

You took down the hood that you’d been wearing today. There was no use in hiding your face now.

“Here she is, boss,” the man beside you said, still twirling those keys. “Can I go home now?”

“Yeah, yeah,” the boss replied, hidden behind the huge motorcycle he was working on. “Good work today.”

The younger man left, the bell above the office door jingling, and now it was just two: you and this so-called boss you’d never met. You stood there in silence, hands fidgeting with anxiety, as you waited for the boss to say something. From behind the motorcycle, all you could see was a flash of blonde hair and smoke puffing out into the dingy air. It smelled like motor oil and cigarettes back here.

You lifted your foot – maybe it was time to try and sprint out – but then a deep voice entered the work space.

“You know that loitering is against the law, right?”

That voice … it was familiar, but you couldn’t put a pin on it. And then, the boss was standing up, and you saw the tuft of blonde hair slicked back, the shaved sides on his head. That infamous dragon tattoo still on his left temple. The little hoop on his left ear was accompanied by a few other small piercings. He was still the same height – over six feet – but had grown some muscle. His hands were calloused from all those years of fighting, and now, from heavy labor. And those eyes … they were still as stormy and dark as the first day you saw him in school.

This wasn’t just embarrassing. This was mortifying.

“C’mon, Cherry,” Draken said, instantly recognizing you and your old nickname, “you know you can’t loiter in my shop.”

Cherry. You hadn’t been called that since … well, since high school. Your classmates hadn’t started calling you that because of a specific physical trait. To your face, you were told the nickname was for your quick skill of tying a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue. You had been the best, after all. But unbeknownst to you, the nickname came from when Mikey Sano, the infamous former leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang, popped your cherry.

You hadn’t even liked Mikey at the time. You were just sweet sixteen, and he was a year older, and you had assumed it would be better for your first to be someone with experience. Unfortunately, Mikey Sano had no experience. The sex had been awkward and terrible, as most first times between teenagers are, but at least you could say that you lost your virginity to the leader of Toman. Your eyes had always been on someone else, though. Someone who you had been too nervous to talk to, who you had only shared just a few interactions with. You never had a crush on Mikey as a teenager; you had always liked –

“Draken,” you said finally, shock lining your voice. Your eyes formed into wide saucers. It had been so long, and he was here. This whole time. Right under your nose. How surprised did you look right now?

He chuckled, wiping his hands off on a rag. The cigarette dangling from his lips was plucked out, and he stabbed it into an ashtray. “Don’t look so surprised.”

Oh, so you did look that shocked to see him.

He threw the tool he’d been using on a bench and stepped around the bike. “I really don’t go by Draken anymore,” he continued, sitting down on the rusted motorcycle, stretching his legs out. “Just call me, Ken.”

You were speechless. Were you breathing right now? You had to admit … you still found him to be handsome. He always had been. God, you were obsessed with him in high school, but always hid your crush in the shadows. Not even your friends knew about it, but you’d made it obvious, even if you didn’t know it. And now … he’d gotten better with age. The lines underneath his eyes told a story, as well as the scars etched into his veiny forearms. He could have more that you couldn’t see underneath the tattoos on his arms. Your mouth was so dry from staring at him that you had to lick the corners of your lips.

“Ken,” you said in a single breath, lacing your hands together in front of your body. You hadn’t moved from your spot, even when he was looking at you so casually. “I’m so sorry for loitering. Please, don’t call the cops on me. Or something. I have a reason –”

“Me? Call the police?” He laughed again, and it was just like how you remembered. “Do you know me at all, Cherry?”

Once you found the courage to breathe again, you stepped forward. Then another. And another. “I guess I don’t,” you shrugged, still playing with your hands. “I guess I just knew of you.”

“And I knew of you, all those years ago.” He smiled like you two were in on a secret. The rag that had been in his hands was tossed onto his left shoulder. He was wearing a pair of grey coveralls stained with oil, but the top half was unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving him in just a white tank top on his torso, which hugged his muscles so nicely. “So, tell me then. What’s the reason for your loitering?”

This had to be the most words shared between you two than all those years at school together. You thought about pinching yourself, just to check if this was all part of an elaborate dream. Or nightmare, depending on how it ended.

“Um …” You rubbed the back of your neck, blushing slightly. “Well, you see … the waiting room at your shop is very … quiet.”

His brow raised. “So I’ve been told.” He stared you down. “C’mon, out with it.”

“You’re going to make fun of me.”

“I will not.”

“Yes, you will.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because we went to school together!”

“Oh, you know that means noth –”

“I’m a journalist and I write my articles better in your waiting room,” you finally answered, crossing your arms over your chest. “There. I said it.”

Draken couldn’t stop himself from laughing. He knew he promised, but the giggles bubbled up inside him, forcing themselves to emerge. You looked at him incredulously, blinking too fast. All you wanted right now was to crawl into a hole and be left alone. You had to find a new mechanic after this.

“You said you wouldn’t make fun of me,” you sighed.

He waved his hand as his laughter died down. “I’m not. I promise.” Finally, his shoulders sagged again and he stood up. “I think it’s really cool that you … like my waiting room so much.”

You found your lips pulling into a smile at the same time as him. The tension broke and you felt your dimples crease. “I also like all the little snacks in the machine.”

“And the coffee?” He added.

You shrugged. “Could use some work.”

Draken laughed again, and just the sound of it made butterflies form in your stomach. You never had such a reaction to someone laughing before. What was wrong with you?

He stuck his hands in the front pockets of his coveralls. “It’s … really nice to see you again, Cherry.”

You mimicked his actions, instead sliding your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “You too, Ken.”

“I won’t bust you for loitering, by the way. Even if it is against the law,” he chuckled under his breath, whipping the rag off his shoulder once again. “Come over here. Let me show you what I’m working on.”

His tone was so casual, as if years hadn’t passed between you two, as if this wasn’t the most you talked in years. You set your backpack down and approached him in front of the bike. Your fingers ran over the slope of the seat, all new despite the rusty exterior of the motorcycle. “That’s new leather,” he informed you. “Feel free to test it out. I need someone else’s butt on this thing so I know if I chose a good material.”

You giggled, all light and flirty. You simply couldn’t help it, especially when he looked at you with those dark eyes, the corners creasing when he smiled. Without missing a beat, you sat down on the side of the bike, like he had minutes ago, and looked up at him. He was tall, but from this seat, he was even taller. 

He pointed to the wheel of the bike, and then the headlight. “I just started replacing the …” His voice drowned out as you simply focused on his lips. His mouth quirked as he explained what he fixed so far on the bike. You watched his finger dance around the bike, taking in the rough exterior of his hands up close. They were so much bigger now, amongst other things –

“So how’s that seat?”

You blinked, bringing yourself out of your horny stupor. “Oh, um – comfy. Very comfy.” You cleared your throat. “So … is this for a customer?”

“It’s mine. This is a personal project,” he explained, leaning slightly to the left, closer to you. “I wouldn’t be working on anything this late except if it was for me.”

His eyes were on you again, drinking you in as you sat on the bike. He placed his hand on the fuel tank, so close to yours. Your stomach was definitely doing flip-flops now, especially when you noticed the way his eyes raked down your figure. You wished you’d chosen something better to wear, something other than a pair of jeans and a cropped hoodie, but you’d only expected to be getting work done in the waiting room today. Not to be confronted by your old school crush. But it looked like it didn’t matter to him. The way he was looking at you … it felt like you were naked.

“It really is nice to see you again,” he said, voice just slightly above a whisper. His stance changed and he moved to stand between your legs.

You bit your lip for a moment. “You already said that.”

“You’re right. Uh … I …” He looked down at his hands, flexing them, breaking his nerves. “You just … look very pretty … sitting on my bike.”

You looked down at yourself. The way you sat with your legs spread wide was anything but attractive, and it wasn’t like you were wearing a cute, little dress. “I do?”

But when you lifted your stare again, his face was so much closer to yours. He was leaning down now, bracing two hands on the leather seat, and trying to pretend like he wasn’t inhaling your perfume. You just smelled … so good. Like strawberries and apples and … cherries. Red, ripened cherries. And the way you were sitting on that seat, eyes wide and cheeks blushing from being caught earlier. Fuck, it reminded him of the first time he saw you in high school. He had been a horny teenager, of course, but the way he saw you tie that cherry stem with your tongue … you were the first person he ever jerked off to the thought of. He had never made a move on you – ever – but at this moment, he was glad. Because things would’ve been different, and you never would’ve ended up loitering at his shop, and you never would’ve been sitting so pretty on his bike, all these years later.

“I just …” He trailed off, words failing him, as he lifted a hand to skim it over your jawline. “You can tell me to stop.”

But you didn’t. You wouldn’t. Your eyes simply batted up at him, leaning into his touch when his fingers caressed your cheek. Your skin immediately flushed. You were so soft, and warm, and god, did his skin prickle when he touched you. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” He muttered, voice gravely. You nodded instantly, and his thumb went to trace the outline of your lips. “I had always been … jealous that Mikey got to you first.”

Had your feelings in high school been reciprocated and you didn’t even know it? You licked at the corners of your lips, your tongue quickly flicking his thumb in the process. “You were?” You asked, already feeling yourself getting wet from just him tracing your lips. “I … never really liked Mikey anyways.” You then shook your head. “It feels silly to talk about this so many years later –”

Draken turned your face back to his, looking into your eyes sternly. “You never liked Mikey,” he said, point blank, pressing his thumb onto your bottom lip.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the fingertip. You shook your head at his question.

His breath hitched. Just the sight of your lips around his thumb had him adjusting himself in his pants. He could feel his cock start to swell with need, causing him to mumble a soft, “Fuck,” under his breath.

You weren’t just wet now. You were soaked.

You slipped your mouth off his thumb, leaving a tiny trail of spit. His face immediately got closer, his lips grazing yours. He could tell they were soft, and even your chapstick smelled like cherries. God, how could he be so hard already? “I liked you back when we were teenagers,” you confessed, reaching out to hook your thumbs in the belt loops on his coveralls. “I was too scared to say anything, and Mikey … he’d just been there. Right place at the right time. We really didn’t feel anything for each other.”

Your words stirred something within him, something more than jealousy. Was it regret? The fact that he could’ve had you, all those years ago, if he’d just manned up and asked. He could’ve fought people all day, but when it came to asking out the girl he liked, he’d sat back, let his best friend pop your cherry. It should’ve been him. Fuck, it could’ve been him. 

His lips pressed to yours instantly, needing to taste the sweetness on your lips. His tongue darted out, swiping at that cherry flavor, and he moaned. Actually moaned. Draken wasn’t known to be weak for anyone, but you … you had always been a different story. You pulled him in closer by his belt loops, tipping your face up as he leaned over you. His mouth devoured yours, his tongue slipping past your lips once again to explore your mouth. He gripped the edge of the seat, his other hand cradling your jaw, and you wanted him so much closer. If he just put his knee between your legs, you could –

There it was. He did it, placing his knee right in the perfect spot. You bucked your hips up, setting a slow grind against his knee as he kissed you with feverish intent. Moans fell from your lips and into the kiss, making the tent in his pants grow bigger every passing second. He was so fucking hard now, and he needed more of you. He would have more of you.

“No, stop,” he muttered, breaking the kiss and moving his knee away. You huffed with disappointment, wanting that delicious friction once again, but when you opened your eyes, he was staring at you with purpose. “Please, let me taste you.”

You nodded dumbly, eyes blown out with lust. All you could say was, “Okay.”

In another life, you would’ve said something endearing, or maybe even hit him with a little dirty talk. But you absolutely couldn’t right now. Your head was swimming, the image of him unzipping your jeans and taking them off felt like it was out of a fever dream. Is this what it felt like to drown? No, you were breathing – just about – and Draken was throwing your pants off to the side, kneeling before you. Your legs spread wide as you sat on the bike. Surely, there could’ve been a better place to do this, but the way he was staring at your soaked panties, pushing them to the side to take in your pussy … you knew there was no stopping him. This was just his first course of the night.

His tongue dove between your wet folds, drinking you in like a glass of lemonade on a hot summer’s day. You knew you were done for when his arms wrapped around your legs, holding them apart, giving himself better access to one thing he’d craved for years. He rolled his tongue over your swollen clit, enjoying the sounds that slipped out of your mouth. You muttered obscenities, bucked your hips without thinking, pulled on his slicked-back hair. Anything to give you more friction on your precious, aching clit.

He dragged his tongue down, pushing it inside your warmth, collecting the arousal and groaning like a man starved. Fucking his tongue into you, he angled his nose to brush your clit, and you just about mewled. You had spent so many years either having mediocre sex or stressing over this stupid job, when this – this man you had been in love with in school – was here the whole time, just dreaming about the day he could eat your pussy. So much time wasted, so many fake orgasms, while Ken Ryuguji owned your favorite auto shop, so close to you and right under your nose. 

You were pretty sure the seat on this bike had to have been ruined. Draken was turning you into a wet mess, making your hips buck against his face. His lips wrapped your beloved clit, sucking and pulling, needing more – so much more – of you. Slipping two fingers inside you, he pumped them fast. It didn’t take long for his fingers to curl and find that sweet spot that had your core trembling around him. He didn’t know what he’d do if you came on his face. Honestly, he’d probably cum in his pants on the spot.

“C’mon … c’mon … you can cum in my m–mouth –” He was practically begging, his voice muffled from deep within your thighs. “Tastes so, so good … fuck, Cherry, fuck –”

You couldn’t stop yourself, couldn’t even think about anything but the way his tongue lapped at your clit, before you were cumming on his tongue, your arousal smearing all over his lips. He moaned the second he got just a hint of your essence, burying his face more into your legs. You tasted better than candy, than cherries, than menthol cigarettes. He could spend forever between these thighs, drinking you in and listening to your desperate moans.

Once your body stopped shaking, he dragged his tongue one last time through your folds, making sure he didn’t miss a drop. You yelped from the overstimulation, and when you opened your eyes, he was rising from in between your legs. His licked at your slick still staining his lips, bringing your mouth to his again, letting you taste yourself. Your hands fisted into his shirt, downright desperate for more of him. As if reading your thoughts, he pulled back.

“I know it’s not ideal, given the place we’re in, but …” He cradled your face in both in his hands, as if you were just a baby bird. “Can I fuck you, Cherry?”

You nodded without hesitation, already drunk on his touch. You weren’t exactly sure how he planned on doing this. I mean … you two were in the dirty workshop area of an auto repair shop. This wasn’t exactly the best place to have sex. But then he was adjusting your position on the motorcycle, laying your head down by the handlebar and pulling your legs on both sides of the seat, your ass resting nicely in the curve. His hands were quick to roll off your panties.

“Ken,” you called out, sitting up a little and dragging your hand up. His white tank bunched up at the waist. “Wanna see more of you …”

Draken was so goddamn hard in his pants, his cock throbbing with the anticipation of being inside you, but you were just so pretty and he was putty in your hands. He let your palms explore him, lifting his tank top up so you could see what the fabric had been concealing. He’d really filled out since school – his arms were toned, his abdomen more defined. He looked like the statue of Apollo, all lean and muscled, but with just the right amount of grit. You liked that he never got his dragon tattoo removed (although, that would’ve been very painful), and that his piercings remained the same. Everything about him seemed untouched, but he’d just gotten better with age. Just the sight of him made your mouth water.

You leaned back down on the bike, bringing him down with you. Your lips pressed against his hungrily, and he was so, so tempted to slip his tongue into your mouth, when he felt his cock hard as a rock in his pants, aching and pulsating. His mouth broke away from yours, and he whispered, quite hopelessly, “I’m so sorry, but I really, really need to be inside you or my dick is going to explode.”

A chuckle escaped your lips, and just the sound of it made Draken smile. You nodded, urging him to continue, and he quickly unzipped the bottom half of his coveralls. He took his cock out: it was long, curved, pink at the tip, and leaking precum on the shop floor. All the more reason to be inside you; he couldn’t have his mechanics seeing that on the floor and wondering what he was doing after hours. He pulled a condom out from his wallet and slid the ribbed rubber on. Lifting both your legs onto his shoulders, your ass was almost rising off the seat and he positioned himself between your thighs, noticing the way your slick was smeared all over his seat. He grunted at the sight of it, slamming his cock into your without thinking.

You cried out, feeling him so deep so quickly. He held your legs up, leaning down as far as he could, and muttered, “Fuck, I’m sorry – so sorry – just … needed to be inside you. Needed to fuck you on my bike.”

You hand came up to cup his chin for a moment. “S’okay,” you promised, “just fuck me like you should’ve done years ago, Draken.”

He knew he told you to call him Ken, but just the nickname falling your lips in such a filthy manner had him groaning. Draken pulled out of you until only the tip remained, and then pounded his cock back inside you. You keened, trying to close your legs, but he held them up by his shoulders. He set a fast pace inside you, unable to keep his moans at bay, and slipped one hand off your leg to snake his fingers up your hoodie, pushing it up to your chin. Pulling your breasts out from your bra, his eyes clouded and played with your sensitive nipples. “So good,” he muttered, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment. “Feels so, so good … needed you for so long, Cherry.”

“I know, I know, Draken,” you whimpered, locking your arms around his neck to bring his face closer to yours, your thighs now curling against your chest. Your back ached against the seat and your legs burned from the uncomfortable position, but you wouldn’t dare push him away, not when he was filling you like this. 

With his lips just grazing yours, he tugged on your lip, making you moan, and he fucked into you harder. Your nails were now dragging down his shoulders, leaving marks that he’d think about forever. “Fuck, I’m s’deep … so deep inside you. You’re so warm, so wet – fuck, I’m so close already.”

“Wait for me,” you begged, sighing as his cock curved against your sweet spot. “Wanna cum with you, Draken.”

“I know, Cherry,” he grunted, his pace relentless. Fuck, this was all he ever needed, all he wanted to do, forever. It felt like you were made to take him. “Touch yourself f’me. Cum together … we’ll cum together.”

You nodded quickly, moving your hand in between your bodies, finding your puffy clit so easily. A whine escaped your lips as you fingers rubbed little circles, getting you so close already. You just needed a little push. Draken was slamming into you, his breaths fanning your cheeks, and when he felt your legs start to shake, your walls clenching just a little, he almost died. “Such a good girl …” He cooed, nose brushing yours. “Touching yourself f’me so nicely … fuck, you take me so well … yes, yes, you’re so close. Just like that.”

Your fingers rubbed a little faster, and you knew your orgasm was imminent. With him pushing into you, filling you completely, and the stimulation on your clit … you felt your lips purse into an O-shape. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Draken. I’m gonna … fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, I know,” he groaned. “Fuck – gonna cum too. That’s a good girl … doing so good – fuck –”

His release came first. He had been close for so long, Draken was surprised he’d been able to hold back. He came with a loud groan, spilling himself into the condom, and it was only seconds later that your jaw went slack with pleasure. His name fell from your lips in a whimper, and you kept rubbing that aching clit through your orgasm, going tight around his cock. He wouldn’t stop fucking into you, even when your orgasm subsided, needing to feel you clench around him for just a moment longer. The way he filled you wasn’t like any other. You never wanted to feel empty again. You couldn’t, not when you knew how Ken Ryuguji felt inside you.

When you both eventually stopped trembling, he gently placed your legs back down on the sides of the bike. They felt sore and limp, but that was the last thing on your mind. You opened your eyes at the same time, and you both couldn’t help but laugh at the position you were in, the absurdity of it all. The workshop smelled like gas and oil, and you were surrounded by broken-down cars. But you two had fucked like you were in a bedroom, on a soft mattress, rather than a motorcycle. You hand went over your mouth to suppress your giggles.

Draken smiled with you, and then removed your hand, liking the way you laughed. “I know it’s been a long time coming, but … can I take you out some night?”

You couldn’t stop smiling even if you tried. “I’d like that, Ken.”

His cock had gone soft, but he was still nestled inside you, basking in your warmth. Draken wished he could be inside you forever, with your fingers playing with his hair. He would give anything for this moment to last, but he knew this position on the bike had to be the most uncomfortable for you, and he needed to take off this condom. He chuckled under his breath.

“Also, in case you were wondering,” he said, lips pulling into a smirk. “You can loiter around my waiting room anytime.”

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Your post on the ask blog just made me think of the gang just being silly n being kids and just playing in a sand pit. Johnny and pony could be together just making things, Johnny would be just combing his hand through the sand and Pony would be trying to draw something. Then Soda and Steve would be throwing sand at each other or making little race tracks. And Dally would be pouting and pretending he doesn't want to mess around but gets dragged in to throwing shit. Darrys trying to be the big brother but he gives in and helps pony build a castle or something

AOUGH. anon I am thinkin about this so hard. them as kids AGH!! ponys the type of kid to get so viciously locked into makin a good sandcastle. do not come within 10 feet of that thing. don't even LOOK at it. he's been workin on it for HOURS. Johnny's sittin beside him n pitchin in now n then but mostly just doodlin in the sand n keepin him company. hes the ONLY person allowed near. (sodas rough housin n accidently squishes it n pony actually bawls. which makes soda bawl cause he upset his brother. n now ponys upset he upset soda. it's a mess. Darry steps in n helps him rebuild it but for a minute man he's standin nearby with the most defeated look while his kid brothers WAIL) Steve n soda playin racecars in the sand. canon to me. absolutely no notes. two starts the sand throwin thing n suddenly soda n Steve are involved n then someone chucks a handful at Dallas (whose pretendin very hard he doesn't wanna play cause he's WAY too old yak yak yak) n now they're all covered in dirt n sand til someone gets it in their eye n darrys gotta tell them all off or else their mama is gonna make em all stop playin) (Johnny still manages to get one good handful in dallas' hair n he can't even be mad about it cause it's johnny)

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[CONTENTS BELOW THE CUT -]

ADMIN INTRODUCTION

CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS

BOUNDARIES

EXTRA INFO

MEET THE OWNER OF THIS ACCOUNT✩

Axel, trans male, gay.

16 years of age unfortunately

Major artist, music guy for fun, nerd.

Autismmmm

has watched workin boys an unhealthy amount of times. Will not shut up.

Owner has experience with other ask blogs but it's concerning. Also did Twitter parody things.

(THE MUSES)

WAYNE VEDETTE𖤐

62 year old male, History teacher at HF highschool. constant victim of bullying

Originally from clivesdale [moved to hf for college. Hated only for his origin, and for acting like such a nerdy prude.]

Wayne is a nice, passionate bur curious old man with an interest in history and theatrics. He writes sheet music for little concept musicals in his spare time.

Nerding out (cringe and free time) : Wayne was actually and is still featured in an entire ship (oc x canon as always) with hidgens out of all people. Why? Old men! They're doomed to the narrative and the shipname is broken lens. And. And yeah. Yeah sue me. Sue me to hell also he used to work at the community college as. As per usual. A history professor. 😛 (these guys r totally husbands but nobody knows that yet)

How is he incorporated into the hatchetverse? (trilogy,nmt,wb) :

Tgwdlm - Sort of recognized by Emma as he wandered confused in the streets (Paul and Emma cutting through alleys), taken to hide, and then to the mansion/bunker. Chugs the blue shit straight from the test tube because he only wanted to fit in with the majority (headcanoned that the LiB hate Wayne so much because he's from clivesdale that he's immune to the apotheosis) and v0mits the blue shit up after as a reflex. Then he accidentally st4bs himself in a fit of rage, bleeding out in the bunker. After he officially dies he is not taken over by the apotheosis but rather slowly dragged down to the black and white just cus. Nobody questions the Dissapearance.

Bf - Wayne doesn't even make it into the mall because wiggly decided to be a bitch and toy with said building, locking the doors everytime the man approached. After the events, he'd find a torn wiggly doll in an alley and it would immediately combust in his hands. L

Npmd - mentioned by some students, seen in beanies. Ended up hashtag having a slumber party with the bestie (the professor) over the course of events soo not much here.

Nmt - Wayne, being absolutely tired of the hatred, and ignorance, and misunderstanding, finds the black book by mistake and invokes the name of Bliklotep, calling upon him to be seen. He ends up burning his house down after the torment of a thousand eyes peering at him, he got his wish but it tortured him. The end!!!! [official title - “For the audience” ]

Bonus - workin boys - during a conversation with a friend, we both came up with how Wayne would've come to hidgens a few times and watch/help with workin boys. He then saw workin girls and at the pure shock of not the girls dying, but Henry himself being shot (shoutout grace w the blicky), Wayne had been broken. In some au branching off from these events I think. He ends up trying to kill grace or smth, harvests a few parts from ted, finds the black book probably somewhere we would neverrr expect, and begsss the Lords to bring back good ol hubby. After weeks of crying and a dead body in the freezer, wiggly is like FINEE but you gotta give me entertainment. Wayne just gets bullied for an hour straight okay

ASHTON NACHTVIEW𖤐

17 year old dude, resident nerdy prude, unwilling nephew of Wayne. Transferred from Sycamore to HF high after a little Expellsion (he blew up the urinals with firecrackers.)

born and raised in HF by his mother, visits uncle Wayne often, has been to the fuckass mansion. (A friend and I talked and we came to the conclusion that Henry's not very subtle hatred for nerdy prudes goes to such lengths that he needs to be put in another room with musicals blasting in the background while ash and Wayne caught up. It was so funny.)

ashton is a sort of introverted reclusive fan of fantasy media (mostly dnd and harry Potter.) he is friends with Richie and rarely interacts with the nerd squad (+ Steph).

How is ash incorporated into the hatchetverse? (Trilogy only he's fucked.)

Tgwdlm - Ashton would be at school as the apotheosis spread, dying and becoming infected. Ashton is mentioned as being nearby when alice is infected.

Bf - Ash visited the mall with his mother unenthusiastically,eventually being caught in the crossfire and trampled half to death. He does live but had to hide throughout the events. Nobody helped him until after black Friday.

Npmd - forced to bond with the nerd squad through association with Richie. Fortunately didn’t take part in the prank. Did however hide out in the gym and start saying outlandish shit to the lords, earning him some weirded out eldritch beings that contemplated dragging him ASWELL as max down.

Bonus - ash was nicknamed ashes to ashes because he almost burned his mom’s house down once. (Kinds foreshadows or references Wayne’s nightmare time plot.)

(BOUNDARIES AND RULES OF THE BLOG)

NO NSFW. Jokes are fine, even mild blood/gore. Just no straight up porn or anything like that in the asks.

All are welcome to come to the blog! Hf OCS and rp blogs are encouraged more though!!

Relationships/friendships with the guys are fine but do acknowledge the already set up ones, I sk able to rip them away from the boys to make things make sense lol

lore questions are heavily encouraged because I need to flesh these guys out more......

Also dni proshippers, pesos, racists, homophobes, ect... You get my drift.

EXTRA INFO

Wayne ; Kills : 0, deaths : 2, established relations : 0 (on blog.)

ash ; kills : 0, deaths : 3, established relations : 0

(will list) (and will update)

Wayne talks like this.

Ashton talks like this!!

[Actions are told through this.] so are thoughts and notes, though in different ways.

More will be added in the near future.

TAGS FOR THE BOYS :

#Broken lens (for that kooky ship sometimessssz heheghaah)

#Vedette asks (Wayne)

#Nachtview asks (ash)

#wayne doodles + #ashton doodles

#wayne lore drop + #ASHTON LORE FR

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[sacredswords]

Hello. Welcome to the blog, sacredswords. Wish I could've gotten us a better url but. Look where we are. hh. So anyways— this blog is dedicated to me and my friends who happen to be chosens of the Swords of Justice. Like. From Unova . We all share this blog so everyone will be posting.

Um, please specify who you're sending parcel to! I'm a little scared how it'll work, and I don't want someones mail to get mixed up— so please just specify! It's me— Sunday— writing this, but everyone else will have intros.

⚔️ Hi. Yeah. Speaking of, Sunday. That's me. Cobalion chose me. No cool powers come from it, I've actually felt worse since then. He/him. 19. Not in college right now, not interested... I'm still a busy guy though.

⚔️ Oh, uhh. My posts are tagged with #slice and dice / legends. watch me. If that isn't obvious, I start my posts with the first two words in blue.

Hiya! My name is Sabre, lovely to meet you!

Pronouns are she/they, I'm 20, and I'm the chosen of Virizion! The best sword, of course! In my very humble opinion anyways <3

You don't get to know about my personal life though. You have to find that out yourself, hehe! Do know my posts are in green though, and if you just do happen to have bad eyes, my posts are tagged with #As leaves fall. Excited to meet you all! ✨

YO! What’s up I’m Finnick chosen of Terrakion and use He/Him pronouns! I’m 18 years old, and definitely the strongest here!

I actually did get a big of super strength from Terrakion which rules! Fresh out of highschool as well! My posts will be tagged with #Finn says

HI. MY NAME IS. Well. uh. ACTUALLY JUST CALL ME SOMETHING TO DO WITH SWORDS!! or like. KEldeo kid. OR somethin. I DUNNO. I HAVE A KELDEO THOUGH SO THATS COOL. workin on. other things. FINNY SAYS THAT HES THE STRONGEST BUT ITS ME. Oh pronouns are. They and them. Or. YEAH THAT. my posts are gonna beee in blue 'n red!

Well. MY tags are gonna beee. something. #Keldeo kicks

open below

hello chat, adon here

welcome to group blog with my friends!!

we wanted to make chosen ocs and look where we are. please keep in mind that some things on a group blog are finicky and i dont exactly expect this to act functional on a website like this. additionally, remember that this is a pkmn irl/rotomblr blog! please keep ( post ) interactions limited to said community

before you interact, each mun is going to specify exactly what interaction or boundaries they have. pleassseee read through them and actually pay mind to them!!!

adon/sunday - hi!! all interaction (mail, malice, m!a) are allowed ... i may be picky with m!a on here though. nothing too nsfw/explicit, im a minor. any trigger warnings for sunday are just terrible/abusive parenting. my hub is @adonverse

castor/sabre - Hello!! I'm Castor, he/they/it, and I run @psn-stalling!!! I'm accepting most mail and whatnot, but will be rather picky with magic anons! Uhhh suggestive stuff is okay, but use common sense and whatnot. :3 Also I will note Sabre's personality is loosely based on another character's from a totally different franchise for sillies so if you end up noticing that that's why <3

somnus/finnick -hallo, so first all interactions are welcome. Suggestive asks will be okay but nothing to bad. If you’re ever unsure on what to say just send an ask :) my main is @somnussayz

Lane/Keldeo Kid - Hullo!!! I except most interaction (mail & malice) but I'm gonna say no on Magic anons, unless they're particularly funny (AND NON-PERMANENT!!) No nsfw/explicit, the kid is. Well. A kid. Haven't decided exactly what is Up with them yet, but there'll probably be some trigger warnings eventually. If something goes untagged and it should be tagged, please let me know, I'm not good at judging that sort of thing. My main is @wandering-lane!

extra notes

them, in the order they were introduced

[jazeswhbvault]

God it makes me so happy that there's more people recognizing Foras. I fell for him at first sight too. One look and I was like: "yes this one." I just want to rub his horns and kiss his little tattoo cheeks and make him hot and bothered at the same time.

Glas is also getting under my skin. Even with his philia he's still charming somehow. I honestly can fall asleep to his voice like who even voices him?

Standing with Foras under the moonlight to kiss him so Levi doesn't catch you doing it headcanon activated.

Glas came at me outta nowhere honestly. I didn't expect him to smack me upside the head but then I looked back at an old post of mine when I did my own halloween headcanon event on this blog and it seems I wrote Glas very romantic and doting and it seems....I may have tapped into something a while back and just forgot about him over time because I was too focused on everyone else.

The game is trying to make me hate Barb for the poison thing but that ain't workin'. I'll still call him my sunshine. Lmao

[thereaderinsertlady]

Sooooooo~ Camprell here, with a blog that I'm forced to use because I didn't make another account for the other ones uwu

You are the person who said in the tags that you are working on a fanfic(?) of my toxic yaoi ship, right? Please say yes, I did check at least 3 times

If you do finish it (or even if you don't), could you tell or send it to me? ;)

You don't understand, I have been thinking about it since the first time you've mentioned it, I'm NOT normal hehehehehehe

Have a nice day or night wherever you are ^v^

HI YEA DAS ME.

Usually, I only work on reader inserts (..hence my name lmfao) due to the lack of them in certain fandoms and or communities. Before I started adding my own works, some character/readers had a few or zero fics. There's hella examples of this as seen on these ao3 tags; King K. Rool/Reader, Antasma/Reader, Joka/Reader (the list goes ON AND ON). Even Dimentio/Reader and King Boo/Reader is hella lacking, even with my contributions. I ain't the best writer in the whole world and I'm still developing even today, but I'm happy to make fics where there is little to none. I remember a time where I wanted someone-- ANYONE to write a fic of certain characters, only to be sad day after day when nothing new shows up. Ofc I can't be everywhere at once, but I add to things when I can. I usually main the Mario fandom tho.

Howeeever, sometimes a old man toxic yaoi catches my eye (example.. urrm.. o- Red/Trenton from rainbow friends). Dimmy and KB have been my old-time favorites, and I hadn’t realized how much I enjoyed their pairing until I saw some of your more.. spicer art hehe. I've looked around, and was...'nt surprised to see no fics of KB/Dimentio lmfao. Rarepair, anyone? 🫴🍷. But yes! I have been workin on a spicyy fic for King Boo and Dimentio. It's a bit... umm BDSM leaning? (Specifically masochism & dom/sub) and I waaas gunna respond to this ask with the finished fic but realized that I had a lot of work still left to do on it lmao. I didn't want to seem like I was ignoring you/wasn't gunna respond 🥺. Some parts are gucci, but others are straight ass (literally? Hrmhrrmm :b). I'll be sure to tag/let you know when it's finished tho!~

...But I can't just leave you empty-handed! So here are some scrips and scraps of the draft that may or may not make it to the final cut.

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[mamayan]

Hi Yan, congrats on the 500 milestone! I’ve only just found your blog today but I’m loving everything that I’ve read so far and I’m excited to read more of your work!

For the Russian Roulette event, would I please be able to request prompts 2, 27, 85 & 100 for NSFW Toji from JJK? He is giving me so much brain rot at the minute 😳😮‍💨

Thank you in advance!!

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Toji Fushiguro

“Keep crying baby, maybe someone will save you?” || Asphyxiation || Dacryphilia || Degradation/Humiliation

tw: NSFW • GN! Coded • Age Gap Implied • Dacryphilia • Throat Fucking (M) • Mild Exhibitionism •

wc: 676

“I can’t tell if you’re just stupid or can only get off to dirty old men.” His tone is careless and cruel as he shoves himself deeper into your throat, sneering as he sees tears well up in your eyes from the burn. “Don’t go cryin’ now, you asked for this slut.” With one large palm engulfing the back of your head, he pushes you down on his cock, gagging you with it while he grunts in pleasure. He was more than a little amused by your bold proclamation that you could handle him, all of him. It was fine by him to shove you to your knees out back and work his dick in your mouth, really put the money where your mouth was. “I got a theory,” you can’t pay any attention, not with the way his heavy rod in your mouth was consuming all your thoughts. “You wanna hear it?” He’s speaking casually down at you, watching intently to how you struggle to take him even halfway. “I think you like mouthing off so I’ll fuck your throat,” he circles his free hand around your neck, applying pressure and causing you to panic and try to jerk back, but he only laughs and works his hips deeper. “You like running these pretty lips so I’ll split them open and fuck you full of my cum, isn’t that right?” He loves the cloudiness glazing over your eyes as you suffocate on his cock, the way your cheeks puff up and blood rushes to the surface of your face. He can feel himself slipping deeper as you choke and warble for mercy, tongue forced to caress the veins of his shaft as he fucks your face with a smirk on his own. “How does it feel getting used in an alleyway by this old man? I’ve been workin’ all day, ain’t showered yet either, you like the taste of my cock, cumslut?” You did like it, even as the tears finally fell and you soaked his lower half with more than just your saliva and his own salty pre-cum. He groans at the sight, enthralled with your messy image.

“Keep crying baby, maybe someone will save you?” He laughs, dark eyes filled with pleasure as he feels his balls drawing up tight as they slap against his wrist still locked into place while he chokes you inside and out, your weak attempt to push him away useless. “You’re nothing more than a hole for me to use like this, huh?” His cock jerks in your throat, your eyes rolling back as you feel the first spurt of his cum shoot straight into your belly. “Fuck, that’s it baby, take it all for me,” he moans, grin growing as the back door to the race house opens, and an old gambling buddy stumbles out drunk.

“Shit, you gettin’ head out here Toji?” The man grumbles, clearly jealous as he attempts to get closer, but stops smartly when Toji lets go of the back of your head to hold his hand up.

“Yeah,” his face twisting into a snarl as he looks behind to the man, your eyes blocked by his pelvis sunk as deep into your throat as possible, wiry pubic hair scratching your delicate facial skin. “And you’re about to lose yours if you don’t fuck off.” His tone is clear, eyes betraying his souring mood as he unloads himself into you. The man apparently wished to keep his pathetic life more than get a good look at the scene with you and Toji, running off to wherever as Toji finally slides out of your mouth.

“You good?” He asks a moment later, watching you cough and greedily suck in air, fingers curled tight into his sweats still pulled down to his thighs. He’s petting your hair soothingly while you calm down, lazily watching as you recoup enough to look up at him.

The look on your face and your next words have him hard again in an instant.

“Was that all you got?”

Post dividers/@cafekistune

@desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

[iluminaughter]

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Sup fellas! um...I just wanted to post a blog with some thingys happened those months, I think I haven't been very active on social media like last year (at least in terms of posts) and I'd like to explain the situation to you (don't worry, it's nothing serious, just adult life stuff and some organization issues, but I'll make it as entertaining as possible!)

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How's the year, dude?

I gonna be honest, the beginning of the year was chaotic, very chaotic lmao, things are stormy since March to this day. Summing up, family and moni matters and above all, changes…A LOT of changes, both personal and in my life here as an artist/cc/idkwhatthefuckIam on the internet. And instead of just justifying myself, I'm excited to tell you what's happened!

New PC!

I was also a bit quiet because I was in the process of buying a PC! :DD I've gotten enough money and I didn't waste any time finally upgrading my old toaster to get my first gaming PC. With that, I also upgraded everything else so I could work more comfortably and RAM wouldn't be an obstacle anymore (and ngl, I wanted to play Fortnite in peace lmao). I learned a lot about components (although I ordered it pre-built, but it will come in handy in the future) and also how to negotiate on the marketplace. With that, I got a nicer desktop. ^^ This was the toaster -< -)/ | And this is my new baby >:))

And well, I've never had so much power in my life. I had 6GB in my toaster and now I HAVE 10GB MORE AND NOW I FEEL-

To sum up, I've never had a PC like that before and now I have more posibilities to do cook more stuff w/o the thing crashes or freezes

Workin' on BEF Poll!

Well, if you've seen it, yes! I help my friends with the BEF participants' entries. I was full focus on doing this (well, between that, watching wrestling stories and playing Tetris, strangely I improved a lot at that game lmao)

I strongly invite you to participate in the poll and let yourself be immersed in the madness and chaos! And why not? Join the server linked in the OG post. I'm usually active there fighting talking to my homies, and posting memes and some WIPs.

Cookin on new things!

Well, to sum it up, things were turbulent, but I think I'm at a point where I can now work peacefully.

And that's my goal for this mid-year. I want to get my act together, post more things, get projects going, and above all, participate in more community activities (BREAKING NEWS! I got accepted on something! but I want to keep it a secret until they post it hehe)

I'll give you the things planned to be released in the near future:

New Intro post (or rather, make one because the artist meet isn't one lmao)

Renew the Caard Page and Tumblr Desktop page

Catch up on other socials (aka. be a little more active on NG and Bluesky, although this and Insta are my mains)

BEF Propaganda

Working on more projects (bro I wanna get back on Fleshbag so hardd ;;)

Working on a Fanfic

Comms (finally, I want to release them but I still have "price putting" issues, so you'll have a new way to support me!)

And that would be it, thank you so much for supporting me! I promise to be more consistent, whether it's with my work or other things I see coming, I'll keep you posted! >:3

And I hope nothing bad will happen... right? :)

19-20-1-25 20-21-14-5-4

ps: maybe I gonna update to fix some grammar, now I gonna play Fortnite with some fellas jkdjfgdkf

[mayormonty]

OI MATE. I'm KNACKERED with this dang question bouncin' all ova the place in my head, ight? How'd you meet even Jim anyway? What... like... did he bloody... BLOODY... give you free money.. or some rubbish... yeah?--did the lad 🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧 British noises /silly

Okay on a serious note how did you meet Jim... I know he isn't actuallllyyy your kiddo, so how'd you meet him

(Btw admin I love this blog YOURE DOING GOD'S WORK I LOVE MONTY!!!!!!!! He's so unnoticed </3)

-British...? anon??? 🇬🇧

Monty guffaws, "My! Quite the accent you've got there, lad!" he grins.

"You want to know how I met little Jimothy?"

His grin turns into a soft smile at the mention of his son. "Ah... Well, it was quite a while ago, yessiree!" "Well, if this old bag of bones can remember correctly, it was probably 1988 when I'd found Jim..." He says fondly, "He must've been 3 at the time... Poor little feller had just lost his mom and pop to a car accident." He sighs, "Y'see, they were headin' home after watchin' a movie when it happened. Jim was at home with a babysitter... Poor kiddo was left without a family, an' without a home or any relatives to take care of him anymore, he got sent to an orphanage."

"I'd lost Kamilla bout 4 years prior, and we'd always wanted children. I firmly believe it was her spirit that drew me there because I don't know if I would've gone into the orphanage otherwise- I was a single man, with many responsibilities as mayor, and didn't think I was up t'bein a father all on my own." "Yet I still walked right in! An' the clerk sure was surprised to see Mayor Monty strut in, I'll tell ya that!" He guffawed, "But I went right in 'nd asked if I could get registered for adoption or foster care. After doin' a lot of paperwork, havin' my home get studied... I was approved!" "I remember feelin' somethin' tug at my heart when I got the letter back tellin' me I was approved... Was like an unfinished dream of mine was comin' into realization."

He wipes at his eyes a little bit, "And they'd said they'd found a little boy who was a good fit. An' you can guess who it was. My Jim."

"I was initially his foster parent, but I'd only come to realize after, that I couldn't imagine sayin' goodbye to him. Down the line, I officially adopted him- But that didn't happen for a good while. It was a long an' tedious process, but one that was well worth the while." "Jim was initially real shy of me, an' he was a little afraid of me too- But that's all to be expected. He'd lost his family and was too young to understand why mom and dad weren't comin' back... I tried my best to fill that gap for him, though."

"He-" Monty sniffles a little bit, "'Scuse me, youngun'... I get a little emotional... He'd called me dad for the first time when he was about 7 'nd when I tell you I'd cried..."

"I firmly believe Jim'd changed my life. I'd been grieving over Kamilla heavily, and havin' a kid to look after had given me a new purpose, alongside with me bein' mayor of Roadtown. Comin' home to my son every day, bein' able to hear how his day went at school... Being there for somebody again, was all this old heart needed to start healin'. And for that, I am so grateful."

"An' the fact that I could've filled in what was missin' for him... Be his dad..." Monty sniffles again, "Aye... the fact that I mean to him as much as he means to me... He really was my miracle child. And he's still workin' miracles every day, lookin' after me... taking care of Roadtown alongside me... My son will be a great Mayor someday." He wipes his eyes one last time, removing his glasses. He smiles at you, "Well, that's how I met Jimmy... I wouldn't trade him for the world. I hope that answers yer question, sport! Sorry if I went a little off the rails there... I tend to ramble."

He laughs, "'S hard not to when ya care about somebody so much! Aye... I am so proud of how far my son has come, from the skittish little boy he was... Gettin' to watch him grow up was the highlight of my life. Thankye kindly for the question, chap! It's nice to walk down memory road, sometimes... An if ya ask me, I'd say he's every bit my son, just without the blood- but when you've looked after someone for so long, does that really matter?"

Monty guffaws, "But I'm sure yer tired of hearin' this old man ramble- I'll let ya go. Would ya like a sweet?" He offers you a jar of candies on his desk.

"You have a good one now! And I like your accent!" He chuckles as he waves you off.

[cinderellas-humble-narrator]

.   .   .  "   THERE'S   A   𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄   ON   A   𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻   AS   THE   STORY   GOES.   "  ˎˊ˗

† . ☆ ❝ and there's 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 that they keep 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐭 . ❞

. . ᗰEET TᕼE ᑎᗩᖇᖇᗩTOᖇ :

₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝓞 SWALD , 𝓦 ILBUR , 𝓙 AMES , 𝓒 URT , ETC.

( * 13 yrs old, coexisting mental ailments, cupiosexual, bigender transgender, taken, poc biracial american )

icon & banner by : @misshollowayss

psd used on account things : envious by @kaijucatrph on polarr

† . ☆ hellooo!!! welcome to my blog, lords, ladies, and fae folk alike! im oswald, though you can call me just about anything! i am an artist, a writer, a poet, a puppeteer, a whole bunch of stuff. i am in theater, and i study law and psychology in my spare time. i also am an avid roleplayer along with writing! i have over hundreds of muses i've written for, and some that i still want to write for but haven't gotten around to! im an avid multifandom multishipper and i guess i technically indulge in oc x canon as well :)

★ 𝓓O NOT INTERACT + BEFORE YOU INTERACT :

DNI ;; basic dni, people who pride themselves on being mdni, people who participate in violent shipping discourse, people who endorse donation scams, people who steal work without credit

BYI ;; i occasionally get bad spells of dissasociation! i also have a lot of mental processing things, not all good methods, that i use to help myself. i am actually fatherless, and i have been since i was 3 so i would appreciate you not using that as a dismissal for problems, unsurprisingly, caused by that. i have tonal issues, and try to use tonetags but i fail to often! i am typically not mad. like ever. if i am i will try to communicate that but i am also really bad at communication. also, i do not owe you a list of my mental issues. i may reference them, but don't assume i'm one thing or not. a lot of the characters i like and or ship help me process stuff so it really doesn't help if you hate on them to my face, thank you. i could put more here but i'll stop.

☆ 𝓢 HIPPING RESUME :

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★ 𝓢 OCIALS + MORE :

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☆ 𝓜 USES :

feel free to send asks about anyone here! and just bc they're here doesn't mean i like or condone the characters or the creators, i simply write for them.

— THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS

(*´▽｀*) paul matthews, theodore spankoffski, william woodward, samuel sweetly, kennedy davidson, deborah sweetly, john macnamara, henry hidgens

— BLACK FRIDAY

(。^。^。) wilbur cross, franklin young-pricely ( reé woodward ), gary matthews / goldstein, wallace mcneill, timothy houston, rebecca barnes

— NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE

σ(^_^;)? peter spankoffski, max jägerman, ruth fleming, richie lipschitz, trevor goldstein-lipschitz, curtis bailey, mark chasity, every lord in black, solomon lauter

— EXTRA HATCHETFIELD CHARACTERS

Σ(´□｀ ) charles coven, daniel lipschitz, agatha waylon, james tolbert (sniggle), jeff blim ( sniggle ), webitha / webby, aqueous emris ( the watcher world ticket taker ), all of the workin' boys, pamala foster, ethan green, roman murray, jordan monroe, theo matalon ( infected paul matthews ), ziggy hayes, carl metzger, ezekiel the nighthawk, lars metzger, robert metzger, jerald matthews, jason jepson, daniel reynolds, etc.

— STARCANWRECKED

┐('～`;)┌ the ghost of christmas present, bob crachit, jacob marley, clark baxtresser ( vhscc narrator ), mother / slippery when wet dikrats, henry mcdoon, cletus jones, baby ox, dylan hanford ( general store guy ), cornwallis , jeff blim ( cc narrator ), james are ( the prince ), arian tudor ( the butcher ), owen carvour, barb larvenour, cynthia houston, diane mega, ernest hemmingway, etc.

— MOVIES / TV SHOWS / BOOKS

☆—(＞。☆) goffredo tedesco, aldo bellini, vincent benitez, melvin sneedly, melvinedict arnold sneedly, dante yimmuviç, harry hook, benjamin krupp, the once-ler, clay puppington, charlie brown, glenn quagmire, henchperson of indeterminate gender, carmelita spats, jason carver, billy hargrove, yuri ismaylov, dr. martin brenner, aspen lamont ( 002 ), bartemus crouch jr., eric preston, brian lackey, patrick hockstetter, richard tozier, alvin marsh, oscar bowers, rupert sweeney, kurt kelly, etc.

— ORIGINAL CHARACTERS + UNSORTED

(≡・x・≡) otto abbot ( starkid oc ), travis kelly ( starkid oc ), glenn coco, cassidy & jared barclay ( it ocs ), christopher unwin, richard goranski, the squip, etc ( im really tired ).

thats all!! :D

[paintedbysinsofpast]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠...

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ

“Woo.. this thing is workin, right?”

“Hello all! My name is Telemachus of Ithaca! The prince. Literally. I’m the son of Odysseus and Penelope—and I hold no secrets!”

“Antinous, you’re lucky you still have your head.”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ

MAGICALBOY!Telemachus. Inspired by I Don’t Want To Be a Magical Girl.

Nicknames: “Star Guardian, Guardian of Stars”, “Starboy”, “Telem”, “Lemon”, “Telly”, “Tele”, “Machus”, “Macaroni”, etc.

Age: 17-20 (“4000-somethin in modern times? Crazy.”)

Height: 6’1

Genderfluid + Bisexual + Poly

Personality: Telemachus is an easily excitable and energetic prince. He’s generally optimistic and very friendly. He’s always eager to try new things as long as it's not his fulltime job of being a magical boy. As soon as his magical boy duties are brought into the picture, his demeanor changes. He checks out, and often looks for the quickest solution to solve the issue. No flashy transformations and special moves here. He’s good with a metal baseball bat or a rocket launcher. All Telemachus wants is to live a normal life, make friends and be with his mom peacefully. But he is a ESTJ.

•••

Telemachus picked up a weird, glowing star clip in a cave, and it latched onto him. The relic contains the spirit of a forgotten primordial entity. They now won’t stop talking to him. He spends a week trying to smash it off before giving up. Cue the world’s first magical boy.

Athena, in her infinite wisdom (and amusement), decides that Telemachus needs guidance in his magical misadventures. Instead of a normal divine mentor, she resurrects Polites, Odysseus’ old war companion, as a talking snake.

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PEOPLE HE KNOWS:

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Account ran by: @whenthechipsared0wn with occasional break ins from my sister. (WILLOW.)

You can have romance! Just ask first :)

RP/ASK blog

yay appearance yay weapon yay magical pet thing ( by @wielderofarrows )

[ditzydolores]

Thank you to everyone for your patience and understanding <3

My husband's new job is going well! It's still a huge adjustment with him training himself to become a night-owl. I'm not very good at it myself, but I'm trying to be that as well so we can properly spend quality time together like before. It's not something I can always manage, but I'm workin' on it! Matt's doing his best, and I couldn't be more proud of him. <3 Being a night-owl does have it down points though, mainly health-wise. Both of us are very grateful for the position God's blessed him with... However, we are hoping someday He will provide a job with the same sort of hours, but during the daytime instead, so we can better manage our health and maybe prevent another visit to the ER/hospital, like he had to do recently with his pancreatitis. We are also hoping after a bit more adjusting to this new lifestyle, we can get back to doing two or more of our ask blogs... Maybe even regularly, HA! Long story short: AskLittleCheese and AskZephyrBreeze are NOT dead, just currently on hiatus. We'll be back eventually! Maybe if we're daring enough, we'll do even MORE ask blogs or revive old ones! Thank you again everyone! I love you! But Matt hates everyone. ---TheFireMermaid

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Ngl I'm kind of dillydallying around my own SDV fixation and i'd KILL to see what your brain is doing to this game like i for one would eat up dat stuff UP . . .

I love the way this is phrased; genuinely 😭💖 like im a force of nature tearing through any new interest like its made of wet tissue paper 💥💥💥

I thought about it some more and i will (eventually) make an sdv blog. Its going to be a mess having all my interests on one dashboard (im lazy and i dont want to sign in and out all the time for diff accounts lol) but i need sdv stuff in sight or ill explode. For now tho i will ramble about random hcs rattling around in my brain

- The valley is FULL of magic, but not alot of Magical Beings that utilize that magic. If the residents of pelican town knew more about magic, there would be alot more wizards than just. The Wizard.

- Everyone in pelican town has some kind of latent magic, or at the very least, an affinity or sensitivity to magic. I like to think that magic builds in very secluded corners of their world and the area including (and surrounding) pelican town is simply one of those places.

-(sorry, i am just obsessed with Places and Magic) I like the idea of your farmer being drawn to pelican town bc they have a bit of magic in them. The letter is just A Letter, but it is the desire to see this town that makes them leave their old life behind. I am obsessed w the idea that the magic in the farmer craves the valley bc it sees the valley as its home, and by extension, the farmer sees the valley as their home. The people of pelican town rarely leave bc the magic in them sees the valley as their home always. The biggest examples of this are Kent, Demetrius, Evelyn, Emily and Shane. The huge exceptions to this (still workin on it) are lewis and sebastian; lewis bc i see him as a normal, non-magical being trying to wrangle the weirdness of this town, and sebastian bc his feelings of isolation and not being understood propels him to crave the world outside of the valley. (That changes a bit if u befriend him/romance him)

-(shane is weird bc hes super depressed and lonely but his happiness comes from his new ‘ragtag family’ (his words) and his very Not Normal chickens. The animals of the valley love him bc he loves them and he becomes tied to the valley bc of it. Marnie has always loved the animals of the valley and some of the love they had for her definitely rubbed off onto shane, who very openly admits he loves the chickens 💙)

-I wasnt very fond of the idea of purple=magic but i think that was bc i often saw it as a way to tie-in the wizard and abigail. I am still trying to get through the friendships for everyone but rn it doesnt feel like theres any connection between them (and caroline). But. I do like the idea of odd, unnatural colors coming through bc of magic. Alex and Pierre having normal brown hair; Haley and Sam being true blondes. BUT. Shane and Jas having purple-ish hair. Emily and Caroline have blue toned hair. Even vincent have pinkish hair 🥺💖 (and dare i say….sebastian with purple/black hair like shane 👀…maybe he has more magic in him than hed like to believe). Abigail doesnt count bc from what ive seen, Caroline laments about her daughters dyed hair. “When she was younger it used to be chestnut brown” which…awww she took after her dad lol.

- LAST THING. This is not an hc i am just mad about this. I cannot believe the game doesnt allow u to befriend Marlon. What the fuck. What the fuck !!! I love him!!! I want to be friends w the chill monster slayer! Im a monster slayer too!!! Let me give him gifts !!! Fuck ! 😭😭😭💥💥💥💥 Also. I know how to write old man yaoi. They shouldve let me do a romance path for willy, clint and marlon. And the wizard i guess but someone already did that. Linus doesnt count bc hes ascended the need for human romance; hes one w nature (read. aroace). And we (linus and willy and the farmer) already co-raise leo so that counts for something i think 🤔

[dorihey]

Today is the birthday of the late Ed Asner. Many are familiar with him as the voices of Carl Fredricksen from Up, Santa from Elf, and Hudson from Gargoyles, as well as Lou Grant from the Mary Tyler Moore Show and the aptly named, Lou Grant (series).

Back in the mid 2000's, my family and I were staying at a very large expensive house that belonged to friends of my parents as guests. They had a larger cable package than we did back at home, and they had ToonDisney. I remember seeing Gargoyles while staying there, on the "Hangin' with the Heroes" block in the evening. I remember seeing this show very vaguely as a younger kid, but I must not have been older than 6 or 7 or so given the original air dates.

I was totally enamored with these characters almost instantly. I hopped on their upscale internet, and immediately perused various Disney media sites at the time and started going down the rabbit hole with what little material the internet had back in like 2004 about the show. I learned about the cast, Greg Weisman's blog Station 8, and somehow convinced my parents to upgrade our cable so I could watch it. I even made a Neopets Fanpage about the show, and I have no idea if it's still around.

I don't have a lot of specific memories about Hudson being my favorite, or even having a particularly verbose knowledge of the show back them, but I DO remember becoming familiar and fond of Ed Asner, seeing a teaser for Up, learning he was in it, and that detail making it NECESSARY for me to watch it on release day.

I remember the evening before watching Up, and enjoying it, but I rewatched it with my mom a few days later. I am not sure what was different here, but I became OBSESSED. I joined a Pixar fan site, became a highly active member, and began absolutely marathoning this film. I also spent 5 hours one evening with a mechanical pencil, very little drawing skill, and drew this. (apologies, the picture is 14 years old and washed out)

To be clear, this was EXTREMELY out of nowhere. I had never drawn anything remotely this detailed before. So I (quite ignorantly, but still strongly) decided to change college majors and pursue art. Still workin' on that one...

Down the line, I ultimately watched Up in theaters 50 times, held movie nights for the fansite over Skype, made multiple forum signatures for myself and other members, and even got invited to Pixar, and met a lot of Pixar leadership (albeit briefly for most).

At the center of this though, Ed Asner was responsible for me gravitating to these characters. I've been pretty consistently enamored with his brand of wholesome curmudgeonry.

(I just made up that word, and I like it, so it's real now)

In any case, I've always felt a bit odd for having an attachment to an actor that hit his acting stride while being middle-aged in the 70s, 20 years before I was even alive - like I'm the only person my age that even knows this guy existed.

I had never gotten to meet Ed, but I did make an attempt shortly before he passed. It didn't work out, but his son Matt runs a charity organization called The Ed Asner Family Center that focuses on supporting individuals and families with autism and neurodivergence. I was fortunate enough to join an early screening of Dug Days before it released on Disney + thanks to a fundraiser by the center, including a Zoom Q&A with Ed. The thing I noticed during the call is that Ed was so immensely quick-witted, absolutely hilarious, and would not leave his piece unsaid. He had an astoundingly magnetic personality. It wasn't open mic, but I managed to get a question through - "What was it that got you into acting?"

Jonas Rivera, the Producer of Up was moderating the call and Ed about verbally trampled the guy by the time he was getting the last few words out, and he knew exactly what he wanted to say.

I don't have the exact words, but it boiled down to "escapism" - which was a bit shocking to me. You've got a former president of SAG, who'd been acting for longer than I have been a living person, and he was immediately compelled to tell everyone that the reason he got into showbusiness is to run from the world and its problems. It was remarkably humble.

Ed passed away exactly a week later. I couldn't eat for 2 days, I was so distraught.

I highly recommend that folks check out a lot of the acting Ed has done. He's absolutely brilliant, and one of the most fun people to watch. He was intimidatingly witty, and yet seemed like the guy who would talk to just about anyone. And then make them laugh their sides off.

I haven't shared my deep admiration for Ed too often other than with folks closest to me, but Ed Asner was a precious gem of a human being, and embodies a lot of things I think the world - particularly folks of the male persuasion - should have a bit more of.

Here's to you, Ed. Have a happy birthday up there for us, big guy. We love ya. <3

(side note, the portrait at the top, I drew to commemorate his first birthday after he passed in 2021. The picture at the bottom was drawn, but not adequately finished imo, about 2 weeks before he left us. I need to give it a proper redo someday)

[twilightmalachite]

Raison d’être - A Premature Burial 8

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Kiryu. Come to think of it, we’ve known each other for a long time now, but I’ve never truly hit you before, haven’t I?"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Theater Room

Night of that day, in the Starmony Dorms Theater Room…

Kuro: Hmm. I might not fully understand, but it sure sounds complicated.

So you’re watchin’ funeral scenes in movies for visual references for this Funeral Contest?

Haha, you’re surprisin’ly hardworkin’ over this. ♪

Shu: You sure are in a good mood for whatever reason, Kiryu. It’s rare to see you so relaxed without a single wrinkle between the eyebrows… Did something good happen to you?

Kuro: Ahh, y’see, Itsuki… I feel like I’m able t’relate to ya for the first time.

They’re surprisin’ly nice, aren’t they? A frilly and fluttery cute outfit…

Shu: What on earth happened to you, Kiryu!?

Nazuna: Itsuki~… Kuro-chin is so cruel~, I even said I didn’t want to do it…

H-He forced me to wear children’s girl’s clothes and took picture after picture of me…

Shu: Kiryu. Come to think of it, we’ve known each other for a long time now, but I’ve never truly hit you before, haven’t I?

I do not think I can beat you, who knows karate, but as a gentleman, I challenge you to a duel. Kagehira, you stay here with Nito.

Mika: Nnaah…?

Nazuna: Well, I’m happy you’re angry on my behalf, but didn’t you used to do the same thing too?

Anyways, it’s fine. I’m not angry anymore, or rather, I feel like I was able to be useful to Kuro-chin out for the first time, so I’m happy about that.

Rather, Kuro-chin accepted me however I am. Back when I had been pretending to be a doll, and all this time up to now too.

It’d be unfair if I were picky and say that I only approved of the rough and reliable Kuro-chin he usually is.

Kuro: Nito…♪

Shu: Even so, I think it’d be better if you refuse what you don’t want to do, Nito.

Nazuna: That’s true, but… I’m the one saying it’s fine, so don’t fight about it on your own~. It’ll complicate things.

You have your hands full anyways, don’t you? You don’t have the time to bother yourself over us.

Mika: That’s true, but I don’t have a good understandin’ the circumstances either.

Kuro: So what are the circumstances, then… I feel like I’ve gone too far and lost Nito’s trust here, so I’d like to redeem myself.

I’m no stranger to Itsuki, and I don’t mind workin’ together to help out Nito’s old group.

Shu: I didn’t ask for your help. I am not in so much trouble that I would ask for your help, truthfully.

Kuro: Don’t say that. If three people gather, the wisdom of Manjushri, the more there is the merrier, no?

Shu: Hmph. Despite your inability to study, you seem to be able to come up with Buddhist idioms without any trouble. Just whose influence is that?

Anyways. We are planning to hold a Funeral Contest in accordance to our Grandfather’s impossible task.

Kuro: Hmmm. My mother quietly had hers amongst relatives. The rich sure like their flashy things, don’t they?

Shu: Right… It was restricted to relatives, so I regret that I was unable to burn incense for her on that day.

Your mother had done so much for me, yet I’m afraid I’d acted unfairly at the very end.

Kuro: Haha. You know best that my mother wasn’t the type to care about such things… Itsuki.

Shu: … …

Kuro: …My bad, I ruined the atmosphere.

Shu: No, the atmosphere should have been solemn from the beginning, that is… what a funeral should be like.

My grandfather is the strange one making a festival out of it.

Kuro: He’s been a strange old gramps for a while now.

But still, from what I do know ‘bout him, I know your gramps was a great guy. He was a real fine, respectable man.

Back when I was jus’ a stupid kid, if I went and did somethin’ I shouldn’t have, even though we weren’t related, he’d scold me ‘til the sun went down.

I’d even start sheddin’ tears…I can still hear your grandpa yellin’ at me every time every time I’m ‘boutta stray off the beaten path.

Shu: I agree… He’s gotten more irritable with age, but he truly was a great and respectful grandfather who would never do anything inhumane.

And yet… We have discovered this grandfather to have had an illegitimate child.

Thanks to that, my household is in commotion as if the entire world turned upside down!

Nazuna: I don’t mean to be impolite, but… Isn’t it a bit unbelievable to have an illegitimate child be discovered while the estate is sorting out inheritances? It’s straight out of a drama.

Kuro: Is it really true? Nobody’s makin’ this up? Or, y’know, just one of your gramp’s jokes?

Shu: As of right now, we don’t know its validity.

After saying what he had wanted and causing such a ruckus, Grandfather withdrew back to the hospital with no visitors allowed.

I cannot approach the man himself for confirmation. A hospital is a curious little world, where a doctor’s opinion takes precedence over the family’s.

If the doctor orders no visits, even one’s own family members cannot enter the forbidden cave.

Mika: Guess that’s a given… But it’s really such a suspicious situation, truly.

Up ‘til now, there hadn’t even been a rumor that he had an illegitimate child.

Shu: Yes. Grandfather is well-known both at home and overseas as having a loving wife, and it was “common sense” that the only woman he’s ever loved in his lifetime was my grandmother, who passed away some time ago.

There is simply no way he has an illegitimate child.

Nazuna: And this… Rafayello, claims to be this illegitimate child? That was his name, right?

Kuro: Who in the hell is this guy? Judgin’ by his name, he some foreigner?

Shu: I am assuming it is a fake name. He said that he is hiding his true identity for some unspecified reason, it’s immensely suspicious.

My parents and the rest are currently visiting a government office to confirm the truth, but… His identity remains unknown.

Mika: He gave a quick greetin’ while we were in the guest room in Oshi-san’s house, but he went quiet after that.

Kuro: Ya said he was speakin’ to ya through a doll that looked just like Mademoiselle…

We dunno where the doll came from, but ya think he installed some communication device in there?

Shu: That seems to be the case. Although I have not checked its contents, I do not wish to take apart such a beautiful doll.

If it comes down to it, we may need to ask someone mechanically-inclined to conduct a scientific analysis… But, we are not in a dire enough situation for that yet..

Kuro: Well, right now this all feels like some big joke. This whole thing, includin’ Raffaello, feels like a setup by Grandpa..

Shu: And so if it is, it would be foolish to contact the police about it in earnest..

Making a big deal out of it would be tasteless, as it would publicize and bring shame to the family.

Goodness gracious. It’s a hundred times better than having really passed away, but this Grandfather of ours sure is in trouble too!.

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[hydrangeachainsaw]

part2

some of these are so old i think they prob don't need answers anymore xD will tag everyone who asked so they can see <3

hii! idk if i got it but u need to separate each mesh to each group, like the mirror is a group the "structure" is another and the shadow another too. maybe that's the reason it's not workin. hopefully u figured it out by now x.x

hii tysm!!! i think it's more like maxis mix or something? idk lol hope ur having a great week <3

hiii thank youuu 💗🥰

if they credit me and don't paywall i'm all good

hii ty!! it's from sticker set extra :)

@2400fff hii thank you! if u wanna send my work to others you can redirect them to my tumblr or patreon page. i'm glad for ur support ty!!

@clarabaggins Hi Chiara! Thank you sm!! just saw ur blog you totally nailed it, the house is amazing!

hii! yep it's the antique set and statue conversions

hi tnx for letting me know! if u could explain what's happening i'd appreciate

dude yes😭i've been so behind on doing some stuff lol i actually made half of these in 2022 but march last year both my hd and ssd weirdly stopped working at the same time so i lost all my files and backup ): but i still wanna do that just doing another stuff first

@katrinbergling hii! tnx! ofc go ahead, just tag me when u do it so i can see :)

@elkaselka tysm!! <3 i use blender 4.0 for meshing and substance painter and photoshop for texturing! :)

ty too wish u the same😂😂

ofc! i'm thinking of making a part 2 for that set so i will add some other cc and update with more mangas! tnx for suggestion!

@saxonspud hii! just did it recently tnx for suggestion too <3

@loft-0f-bread tysm! i think you mean the tumblr theme i had before, it was indeed very pretty! but suddenly stopped working ): so sad its no longer working, i bought that theme :/

@bothebuilder @misskodaikasai 1º ask: aw tysm!! i love both games but i cant deny sims 3 is still my fave lol glad to know u enjoy my content <3

2º: hi ty! i will publish all eventually, but some were commission that i cant publish.

hii! u downloaded the wrong file for your game, my posts have sims 4 and sims 3 packages, you need to remove the ones that are for the other game and then your game will load normally.

@simsbytay same issue as ask above

ofc! tnx for suggestion

@mina-i @elliejoelskyrim thank you so much both of you, really glad you take the time to send sweet messages <3 about the sculptures its now uploaded on simfileshare iirc.

yess! ofc! tnx :D

@simul8r 1º: hii! if ur playing sims 3 then you need Arsil mod to make it work! 2º: yess x) 3º: you mean the old theme? i bought it but no longer works xD but if u mean like overall like idk the reason? idk I just began making worlds for sims 3 and wanted to share pretty screenshots

@k3rosenenehearts 1º: hii glad u like it! grl idk can't remember i have so many rugs lol but it might be tho 2º: same reason as the other asks above, you downloaded the wrong file for your game. I'm currently working on my own website and i'm gonna make it much easier to know if ur downloading a sims 3 or sims 4 set, hopefully these issues won't happen anymore xD

@jdacapo @usamarusims @m1lks 1º: sorry my lazy ass didn't reply before, thank you so much for your kind words! ur amazing <3 2º:tytyty!!💗🥰💗🥰 3º: aaah usamaru i'm so sorry didn't send it, but i am sending a big hug rn, tysm for taking time and thinking of sending this message to me, truly appreciate it a ton <3 4º: i know it's confusing sorry :S sometimes i think of re writing it but it's been so long i don't make caw stuff that i don't think i will do another tuto for it. please send me a pm so i can help 5º and 6º: ofc! i have a pinterest board for members if u want to feel free to add your suggestions! tnx!

@you-sir-nayem

1º: hii tnx for the interest! you know i think i should just say fuck it and release it already lol 2º: i think u mean that pastel something kit right? i mean it's the type of aesthetic that's all over pinterest so it only makes sense it's similar to mine bc i also take inspirations and references from there xD but i love that kit is very cute! 3º: since i converted that fireplace I havent used it in my game ever since so if some update broke it I wouldn't know lol but thanks for lettin me know will check it out 4º: sure! that's a cool idea, tnx for suggestin! <3 5º: i think i know what it was lol i got tons of hateful asks like the one that comes next. i shouldn't have stopped answeing all asks just bc of some sick weirdos but oh well, here i am now :) i got so many of these daily back at that time it was weird af 6º lol 7º: hii i do but i'd rather not make it public, hope u understand. ty for the interest tho <3

that's it! there were more asks but most are asking stuff that i dont feel like answering or just hateful shit (some i answered bc i find it amusing lol but i shouldn't :/) or just things that i already answered so yeah. will try to answer more frequently in posts like this so keep 'em coming, ty guys :)