#I’m running out of his skintone :(

[noctilionoidea]

Mmmm morkers.

Fun fact the reason I draw Dionysos with horns is solely because I adored the symbolism of them in the bacchae haha. It’s cool to basically see the image of the sacrifice actually being the one to lead the one conducting the ritual (in this case, pentheus maddened to go spy dressed as a maenad) as well as the dismemberment of the sacrifice being a memory or a performance of the dismemberment of the god. It’s metal. I love it. Probably my favourite version of “we eat our gods” when seen that way. I also like that that representation blurs the line between the wild chaos of nature with human society and it’s inability to be denied. I actually originally drew him without horns because I felt it was more for specific versions, but we all can see how that turned out

Yeah so this is like… a solid day actually. Worth of work. Ummmm anyways I had a good day. Art teacher loved my wire sculpture enough to ask me to make more (of course) and there’s a potential paid actor job at a local theatre I’m considering. Need more info.

[pedroshotwifey]

To The Flame chapter twelve

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Chapter w/c: 2.6k

Chapter warnings: mentions of physical abuse, manipulation, mental abuse, steve and connie!!, fluff but like backhanded fluff?, Javi being a dick, alcohol consumption, mild description of injury

Chapter Summary: Javi takes you out on your date and you meet some potential friends

A/N: Hey, y'all! Super excited about this one! These character introductions mean a lot to this story. Hope you like it! (also sorry about not posting last week, pls forgive me ❤)

*****

“Shit,” you mutter. 

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, fixated on the ugly welt marring your right cheekbone. Your right eye is a bit swollen as well, but not too badly. You’re mostly worried about how the hell you’re going to hide the discoloring. Even with your makeup, it’s going to be a feat. 

It makes your stomach twist up to remember last night’s events. You still don’t understand why you had chosen to freak out like that. It was completely immature and irrational. He was just worried about you and you chose to berate him for it. 

Thankfully, Javi seems to have completely forgiven you for your outburst. He woke up as normal this morning, planted a kiss on your forehead, and made your breakfast. You smile to think about it. Despite everything that happened yesterday, everything today is back as it should be, just how you like it. 

You sigh and turn the sink on. You’ll wash your face and get dressed, then worry about this monstrosity last. You’re excited for your date. Javi told you that he’ll be taking you to a small restaurant a few blocks from the apartment. He’s out running an errand right now, or so he said. He wasn’t very specific, but he did promise to be back in time for your dinner date. 

You lean down and splash your face with the cool water, suppressing a wince as it hits your bruised flesh. You really didn’t realize the hit had landed that hard. You scrub it anyway, being careful to not press too hard. You don’t think Javi got a very good look at it this morning, which is probably a good thing. He’d likely be devastated to know he caused such an injury. 

You finish washing your face and reach for your dress hanging on the back of the door. It’s one of Javi’s favorites, and you’re excited to finally have an excuse to wear it again. You slip it over your head and turn around to zip the back with the help of the mirror. You pull at the edge and smooth it out so it falls effortlessly just above your knees. 

It’s a beautiful color in contrast with your skintone, hell, it’s a beautiful dress in general. You smile at your appearance in the mirror. It’s not often you feel confident, but this dress never fails to bring it out of you. Maybe that’s why Javi likes it so much, too. 

You hear the front door open as you fix one of the sleeves of the dress, a smile spreading across your face at the sound. Javi calls your name in greeting and your stomach flutters. 

“I’m in here,” you call back. His footsteps grow closer.

“You ready, sweetheart?” 

You peek your head out from the bathroom, careful to hide your right side behind the door frame. Javi’s standing in the middle of the bedroom. He looks gorgeous—as usual. He’s wearing a blue button up with his jeans and his regular boots.

“Yup, I’ll be just a second.” 

“Alright, baby, take your time. There’s no rush.” He sends you a wink. 

You flash him a quick smile before ducking back in and cracking the door behind you. You pick up your compact and lean in close to the mirror. The first layer doesn’t do much at all. The second makes a small difference, and by the third, all that’s left is to touch up certain spots. Even then though, you know there’s nothing you can do about the swelling of your eye and one of the deeper bruises. You take a step back. It doesn’t look so bad when you’re not too close. 

You sigh and finish up the rest of it, only putting everything away once you’re satisfied that you look pretty much normal. Like it’s any other date night. You turn the light off and step out of the bathroom. 

“Javi?” 

“In the kitchen, sweetheart.” 

You follow his voice, finding him leaning against the kitchen counter and craning his neck slightly to look out the window.

You grin as you step into view, giving him a small twirl and watching his smile widen when his gaze lands on you. You do your best to hide your right side, but try to be casual enough that he won’t think that’s what you’re trying to do. 

“You look gorgeous, baby,” he says, walking toward you with open arms. 

You let him embrace you in a hug, wrapping your own arms around his middle as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you, Javi,” you mumble into his chest. 

He lets you go after a moment and picks something up from the counter. 

“Here, hermosa, got something for you” he offers you the bouquet of flowers. You gasp, sure that it’s the most beautiful bunch you’ve ever seen. That must have been why he went out. You’ll really never get over how thoughtful he is. It must have taken him a while to pick these out. 

You beam at him as you take them in your hand. “Thank you,” you say again. He nods at you, warmth in his gaze as he watches you softly sniff the flowers. You look up when he clears his throat. 

“Wanted to say I’m sorry,” he tells you, eyes flickering to and from yours. You frown a bit. 

“It’s okay, Javi, I was the one acting up,” you assure him. You don’t want him to feel bad over something that wasn’t his fault. Just thinking about it puts a bad taste in your mouth. He’s much too sweet of a man to ever think that he’s done something wrong. You’re the childish one who threw a temper tantrum for no reason. It’s not fair for him to blame himself for what happened. 

He nods solemnly, giving you a soft smile. 

“I think we were both in the wrong there, sweetheart. I just don’t want it to happen again.” 

Now it’s your turn to nod. You’re beaming inside at the fact that everything seems to be back to normal, but there’s also a sudden threat of tears pricking at your eyes and you’re not sure why. You look away, refusing to let them fall as you busy yourself putting them into a vase. 

“Let me just put these in some water, and I’ll be ready,” you say as you turn on the sink. 

****

You’re walking out the door minutes later, hand in hand with Javi as you try to contain the smile on your face. You’re way too excited about getting out. A part of you feels a bit guilty about getting your way after last night, but you suppose that Javi would have told you no if he thought it was really a bad idea tonight. 

You stay silent and let him lead you downstairs, and you actually have to bite down on your lip to keep from full-on grinning when the evening air hits your face. It’s not too busy of a night, not many people out on the street at all. Still, Javi holds you close to his side as you make your way to the restaurant he was telling you about. 

It’s not far, maybe a four or five minute walk from the complex. It’s small and cozy, exactly what you would hope for. He keeps his hand on the small of your back as you go to sit at an empty table, pulling your chair out for you and making sure you’re comfortable before sitting down in the seat across from you. 

You smile at him as a waitress comes by and drops off a couple of menus. She takes your drink orders—a soda for you and a beer for Javi. You busy yourself with looking over the food options, failing to notice the way Javi’s started to stare at you. 

His hand comes quickly across the table, making you flinch from surprise when he grabs your chin and tilts your head enough to see your right cheek. 

“What’s this?” he demands. 

You wince, really wishing you could have avoided this. You should have kept layering your makeup. 

“”S from last night,” you mumble, ashamed even though you know you shouldn’t be. You just don’t want him to see what physical damage he may have done. He’ll tear himself up over it. 

But he instead snaps, “And you didn’t fucking cover it?” 

You’re taken aback, your head snapping away from his grasp. Shame fills you. Why can’t you just do something right for once? Tears again fill your eyes, only adding to your shame. 

“I-I’m sorry, Javi,” you say quietly, staring at your hands in your lap. “I was just really excited to go out and—” 

He sighs and leans back in his chair, cutting you off from your pointless excuse. “Just make sure nobody sees it,” he tells you. “Do you have any idea what that could do to me in my field of work?” 

You nod, sniffing as your ears burn with embarrassment. Here he is taking you out and you ruin it by making another stupid decision. At least you’re not getting angry again. You have enough sense to keep that at bay. 

You catch the waitress walking back with your drinks out of the corner of your eye and do your best to quickly collect yourself, giving her a warm, tear free smile when she sets your soda down in front of you. She smiles back and takes Javi’s order, which you order as well since you forgot to choose a dish for yourself. 

You flash Javi a shy smile when she walks away, and, much to your relief, he gives you a small one in response. He’s still obviously not very thrilled with you, but at least he’s not straight mad. 

“How have things been going at the house, baby?” 

You know he means with renovations. 

“They’re pretty good. Almost finished with all the painting and stuff. I might just need you to help me with some of the tile and cabinets.” 

He nods. “Alright, I’ll see if I can get it done tomorrow.” 

You nod back, trying not to be too tense. The conversation almost feels…awkward. It’s confusing. Luckily, the waitress comes quickly with your food, placing it in front of you and leaving you to it. 

Conversation gets a bit better as the two of you eat. More casual and free-flowing.It’s not quite how it’s been the last few months, though. More like when the two of you had gone out together the first few times and had been a little shy. You brush it off though, sure that it won’t last too long. Even the two of you haven’t ever really been in a ‘post-fight’ situation yet, you believe that your chemistry is good enough for it to work itself out soon. 

And it pretty much does by the time you’re finishing up your dinner. Javi’s smiling as you gush to him about a book you’re currently reading. It’s a very cute romance, one of the ones he’s brought you recently. He’s listening intently, happy to see your eyes light up with excitement. 

The waitress comes back with the bill just as you’re telling him about the ending, and he hands his card over, along with a cash tip, as he continues to listen. It’s so nice to have someone who enjoys hearing about your interests. Before Javi, you can’t really remember having a person who would genuinely want to hear about your books. 

You finish just as the waitress comes back, revealing the plot twist dramatically. His eyes widen with your reveal, both to indulge you but also probably a bit out of surprise because—in your opinion—it was a pretty insane plot twist. 

But then his gaze darkens, pointed over your shoulder, and you frown. 

“Javi?” 

Your mouth is open to say his name, but it wasn’t you who said it. You snap your head around to see a couple walking toward you, the man smiling broadly. There’s a woman holding his hand, looking a little less enthusiastic than the man about seeing your husband. 

You see Javi tense out of the corner of your eye as they reach your table. The man drops the woman's hand to round the table and clap Javi’s shoulder. 

“What are you doing, you son of a bitch?” the man asks in a joking tone. “Thought you said you didn’t date.” 

Javi’s jaw clenches as your brows furrow. 

What?

“Uhm, yeah,” you supply, ignoring the way your stomach churns at the fact that he hadn’t mentioned you at all. “That may have something to do with the fact that he’s married.” You hold your left hand up, flashing your ring. The man’s light brows go up in surprise, a slight smirk overtaking his features. But then the smile drops and he shoots his gaze down to your husband. 

“Well I’ll be damned,” he says slowly. “Didn’t think you were the type, Peña.” His tone is almost flat now. You don’t understand why it changed so quickly. Javi looks back up at him, a flicker of dark emotion that you can’t quite place showing in his eyes. 

“Sweetheart,” Javi addresses you, keeping his eyes on the stranger. “This is Steve, my partner at work.” 

He doesn’t talk about work much, but from what he’s told you about his partner, your understanding is that they get along pretty well. So you don’t quite understand the surge of hostility between the two of them right now. 

You smile nonetheless, standing and reaching your hand out to him. You state your name. “It’s nice to meet you.” 

He nods as he shakes your hand, giving you a tight smile in return. His expression is almost hard to read. He nods to the woman next to you. “That’s my wife, Connie.” 

You turn to shake her hand as well, and you can tell you’ll immediately like her. She gives you a bright smile as well, telling you it’s nice to meet you. She seems very nice, but also like she wouldn’t be afraid to speak up for herself. You find yourself hoping that you’ll be able to see her again. Maybe be friends. 

“We were just leaving,” Javi says from where he watches the two of you. Steve has taken a step back now, and is also watching you both with his arms crossed, though he doesn’t look mad, exactly. More like he’s contemplating something. 

You frown though, having thought that you still had a little while before you had to go back. 

“But—” 

He flashes you a warning look, and you quiet down. Maybe you misunderstood him and he doesn’t like his partner. Either way, if he wants to go back, it’s probably for a good reason and you shouldn’t fight it. You nod at him instead, smoothing out your dress. 

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” you say to Steve and Connie as Javi comes to your side and takes your arm in his.

“You, too,” Connie says, and Steve nods, another small smile offered as Javi starts to lead you out. You don’t turn to watch them as you leave, instead keeping your eyes on Javi, who has his on the exit. 

“What was that about?” you ask. 

He glances at you with a softer gaze than you’ve seen all night. Again, you can’t place the look. 

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he assures you and kisses the side of your head. So you don’t. 

When the two of you get home, Javi cracks open another beer and holds you on the couch until you both fall asleep watching TV.

*****

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[feralmoonlight]

Oops today has turned into me musing endlessly on the spooky season Vampire Sun and Werewolf Moon (Same body, more like different mindset enough for Sun during the day to give Moon his own personality in the back of his mind, but it’s one single mind/consciousness and not two individuals) SO I’m just going to wordvomit the various blurbs ive been throwing at people today down here, enjoy. TO RECAP Good afternoon I am here to throw a horribly indulgent and stupid AU into the void of vampire!Sun and werewolf!Moon as a messed up 2 for 1 deal because this universe is painfully lacking on vampires afflicted with lycanthropy and in this essay I will-

You hadn’t wanted to move to a new town. This move was not by choice. But since you were still living with your family, when the decision came down hard with no room for arguments, and the roof over your head was in danger, what other choice did you really have? It wasn’t like your job was one of a kind, boring minimum wage that you could throw a stone in the new city and find something just as good. All of your best friends were online so that at least wasn’t a problem… One upside to this new location was the town itself at least? It was Old with a capital OH. The kind that made you imagine history was walking beside you on the streets as you explored. Details you never saw in today’s modern building decorated every facade, houses that were older than any of the residents reigned in their own unique glory. Some so opulent you couldn’t imagine moving in them, and some so run down it was a wonder they were still standing. You’d admit it was pretty cool, if you weren’t still fighting your ire at having your old life uprooted from under you. From up on the veranda of one of those more fancy looking houses, the occupant leaned against the railing, openly watching you with wide eyes as you meandered down the street. It was weird. Really weird. Weirder still when his hand shot into the air in an enthusiastic wave, way too much energy for such a hot fall afternoon. You offered a timid wave back. Interesting neighbors…

Unrelated, non robo au where sunny is this sweet daycare worker dude that is also a part time florist(MAYBE? possibly scrapped?) but he's also a full time werewolf and moon doesn't like company. Because spooktober

TLDR Vampire Sunny hires you on a whim to maybe do some casual yardwork for him cause the sun is icky and also maybe as a snack when he gets bored ish? But you manage to charm him enough the first time or two that he only takes a sip and is like. Mm Yes Good, I’ll keep this one around for a bit.

Unrelated I've decided that for the vampire/werewolf thing, I'm not going to really 'describe' human Sun, cause it feels weird. A seemingly ever grinning face, tall, large hands with long fingers, almost unnervingly thing but somehow way stronger than the lean frame should be capable of, an eccentric ruffly wardrobe that leans towards rich deep reds and vibrant golds... yes. But details about hairstyle, skintone, anything like that ain't gonna happen More ramblings under the cut~

I don’t know the source of this image, friend linked it to me off pintrest but it’s so spot on I love it so I cry. Also, sun is absolutely going to tie a little ribbon around your neck with a little sun/moon charm. Both a 'this is mine' and a 'leave it alone' billboard to others in the area Friend also linked me this Lunar Clock Thing

He has you doing all this work to make his yard look usable and welcoming and stuff but he only ever looks at it. Doesn't enjoy it. And no one seems to ever visit even though he's super friendly, what gives? You'd think such an old neighborhood everyone would know each other but no one seems to really talk about Sunny much Like at all. No one knows Jack about this guy Yet without fail, every time you pass by, there he is, stepping outside to wave hello and tempt you over for a chat[2:43 PM]Eventually finds out you do schooling at home and offers you his tutelage. Apparently this dude is also stupidly smart about a lot of things??

More excuses to make you visit, to have you linger. Sit closer. Definitely not lean against you with a slow deep breath, definitely not smelling you for some creepy reason. Not that you pick up on it. But he is a little less warm than you expected. The closeness is enough to set your cheeks on fire and he pulls back immediately, excusing himself to put on some tea(and get a soda for you. He started keeping those around just for you, you realized)

Always rushes you away before dark though. Says the streets are dangerous.

Very dangerous

Were!moon is basically a feral beast under the full moon but as it waned to nothing he has a cold clarity to him. Suns happy self sombers and while it's still the same mind, it's a different personality that takes over at night that pushes him to give into his more instinctual urges of all kinds

Sunset is a toss up on if he's safe or bordering into dangerous based on time of the month. You could probably survive when the night is dark with only some minor nibbling but after the halfway point your life is on the line. He will kill. For now. Time may change this

Oh, don't be fooled, this is already the case, and the reason (second reason) he didn't turn you into a one time snack. The fact you're absolutely delicious is definitely a first, an exquisite treat to be savored slowly, but it's after the second or third visit that the reason he was excited to see you come by after that wasn't purely because he had the hungies. The times you come in to sit down and spend time with him, at ease around him,  laughing with him even... It's something he hasn't gotten to enjoy in years, if not a couple decades. The inner voice of Moon in his mind that tells him to protect himself, remember how humans hunted him, would still hunt him if they knew, the danger of it all... it's something to be wary of, but you... You don't shy away(much) when he rests a hand on your shoulder(without his influence), you come to him willingly, stay longer than is necessary, and what should have been just a simple effort to keep things tidy in his yard has, of your own doing turned into making it nicer.  You've brought new flowers, he's seen you scrub old moss from some of the little statue figures that hide around the bushes, you even asked him about paint to touch up parts of the fence that had begun to rust to keep it in good condition(something you were meaning to do one of these nights, but just hadn't bothered the motivation). It's a friendship, true and true, even if you're unaware that you're befriending an actual monster that isn't out of the woods of ruining your friendship yet. He would truly be upset with himself it if happened.

Again.

Aaaand I think that’s all I really have at the moment for this, but take it and enjoy <3

[inkblot22]

I've recently had a Thought That Will Not Leave about a reader who was murdered in their world, wound up in TWST, but still bears the scar of their murder if that makes sense? Imagine being interrogated on where you got that wound, or having to hear from Crowley all the time about how he'll send you back home but you KNOW you CAN'T go back because you're Very Very Dead.

Okay, first of all, this is like my favorite thing. I don't know how to explain it, I just love creating death/near death scenarios?

Secondly, this is going to be LONG. Some of our boys are either too dense or too polite to say anything, so the placement of the scar has to change. Sorry about this taking so long, but since a few of them aren't as in-depth as I'd like, there may be a part 2.

TW for MC death, graphic discussion and depictions of violence, murder, scars, poison, knives, guns/bullets, large lizards, mention of drugs, a few tropey moments, the Leech twins and Rook because they freak me out and I know I'm not the only one, and also I get way too into a few of these scenarios.

~HEARTSLAYBUL~

You could still feel the blade burrowed in your throat. It was a sharp pain, something that was metallic on your tongue and forced your eyelids to stutter closed. You woke up here, and it took Ace pointing it out right after winter break for you to notice that you had a mark where the knife pierced you and poked out the other side of your neck. You barely had time to primp, and your collar mostly covered it, so you really had never paid it any mind.

You had to run to the bathroom at your next break, pulling your collar down slightly so you could see it: a thickened strip of skin, paler than the rest of your skintone by so many shades, with a darker echo tracing along the outer rim of the mark. 

Looking at it made you feel sick. You just couldn’t escape your fate at all, could you?

You stopped talking after you’d seen it. Your stomach hurt and your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. You lasted without any big problems until the unbirthday party when Riddle and Trey approached your table, one looking angry and the other looking concerned.

“Hey, Prefect,” Trey’s soft voice and calming smile plucked a chord inside you, something heavy and dull and sorrowful. “Are you doing okay?”

You began to weep. Loudly. You could feel the eyes looking in your direction, but the ones that burned the most were your friends. 

You could feel a steady hand on your arm, leading you up and away from the garden and inside the dorm. You accepted a handkerchief and sloppily wiped your face with it before attempting to speak.

“I’m so sorry-” 

“What the devil is the matter with you?” Riddle snarled. You knew he wasn’t really angry.

Before you could respond, Ace cut in, “If this is about me pointing out your funky scar, then I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, eyes flashing down to look at the scar again.

“Yeah.” You mumbled. There was a tense silence before you shifted to lean back in your chair, sighing, “Sorry about making a scene. I got killed.”

“What?” Deuce blurted out.

“Yeah,” you sniffled, “My, uh, my dad. He and I never really got along and we lived together and that just made it worse. He lost it one night, came home high as balls and did me in while I was pretending to be asleep.”

Everyone but Grim looked at you as if you’d sprouted a second head as you spoke. 

You giggled, stifled a second peal of laughter, and sighed again, “You know, after years and years of him threatening to kill me, you think I would have believed him at some point, right?”

“That’s not fucking funny.” Ace said.

“Watch your language!” Riddle barked, “You’re dead in your world.”

“Let’s not state the obvious,” You said, laughing a little before growing overly serious, “I just need to never go back. With the rate Crowley’s going, it’ll never happen, but still… still…”

“We can’t let that happen,” Cater said aloud for you, a winning smile on his face as he tapped his nails on the arm of the chaise lounge he was laid across, “Don’t worry, Prefect… we won’t let that happen.”

~SAVANNACLAW~

You sort of just smelled. It wasn’t necessarily a bad smell, but you smelled like blood, which wasn’t good either. 

You could notice it, faint scent on your clothes, in your sweat. Grim never stopped complaining about it, but you figured it was stronger for him anyways. If a day went by where you didn’t hear him referring to you as “the walking wound” or “blood-bag” after not getting his way, you’d be worried about his wellbeing. But it was just another part of life until Leona’s rude ass had to say something to you about it. 

You and Grim had been tasked with interviewing Leona for something or other, probably something about his brother, but the minute you exhaled to gear up to begin your questions, he interrupted. 

“I know I call you a herbivore, but you don’t need to overcompensate for that by eating so much raw meat. Cut back on the iron.”

“What?”

“You always stink like a fresh kill. It’s distracting.”

“Oh. That’s not because of my diet. Pay attention, I’ve got some questions for you.” You proceeded with your interview, foolishly assuming that Leona would have dropped the matter entirely. 

He did the opposite. You seemed to have forgotten that Leona was a strategic planner, every bit of information turned into a bargaining chip or other method of gaining dirt in trade for gold.

Which is why your hidey-hole in the locker room after a joined PE class was darkened by three shadows.

“They’re changing, Leona. This is not the time.” Jack yanked Leona back by the arm, inciting a staring match.

“Ah, hello, prefect!” Ruggie said, ignoring the scene behind him in favor of sidling next to you on the bench as you tugged on a fresh pair of socks, “Did you hurt yourself during Vargas’ ‘special training’?”

You sighed, “No. He just had me running laps again… like last time.”

Leona broke away from Jack’s hold and sat on your other side. Jack very obviously stifled a noise of disbelief when you looked over at where he was standing.

Your attention was dragged back to Leona when he flicked your ear, “So, why do you smell like blood today?”

“You mean all the time?” You stuffed your sweaty, blood-reeking gym clothes into the plastic bag you used for your clothes during class, “Ruggie, do you mind if I tag along when you wash the rest of your clothes today?”

“Of course not,” He snickered, “You do smell like blood, though.”

“I know.” You buttoned your shirt the rest of the way down and snatched your tie from under Ruggie’s hand, “It’s not my fault I’m dead.”

There was a pause, a little longer than a normal one, before Jack growled out a low, “What are you talking about?”

You shrugged, “My sister-in-law tried to poison my sibling, but, uh… we had traded plates because the food on my original plate was touching. Maybe ten minutes into dinner, I couldn’t breathe and all I could taste was blood? And then I woke up in a coffin. Believe me, though, if I could stop smelling like blood, I would. Isn’t that right, Grimmy-wimmy?”

Grim straightened from his drooling and panting and stomped a back paw, “Shut up! I told you not to call me that, you lowly servant of a blood-blister!”

“See? Not even a human anymore.”

“So is that why you excuse yourself whenever Crowley talks about you going home?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. There’s nothing to go back to. Pretty sure I’m sleeping in a pine box in my world. So I don’t need to go back, and I really don’t need all of you constantly reminding me that I smell."

If you could count Leona’s calculating gaze as admonished, then you would. All of them looked at least a little put off by that. Maybe they'd stop fucking bothering you about it.

~OCTAVINELLE~

One of the first instances where Azul and Jade deemed it safe enough for you to be left alone with Floyd, he immediately closed the distance and pressed his finger against that dot on your forehead.

“What’d you do, Shrimpy? Try to kiss a squid?”

“Why- no, Floyd, that’s not-”

“Looks like it. What kind of squid was it?” He prodded, pinching the skin of your forehead so it would warp the spot. 

“Floyd, stop it. I didn’t try to kiss a squid.”

Azul and Jade walked back in, still mumbling between themselves.

Floyd, unsurprisingly, didn’t let up. He let go of your forehead, only to grab your face with one big hand, “You can’t lie to me, dummy. You even smell like blood-”

You shoved him away with all your strength, “It’s not from a stupid fucking fish, Floyd. My best friend and I were playing with her uncle’s stuff and she found a gun. We didn’t think it was loaded and- and-” You burst into sobs, nearly tearless. “All I can think of is how bad she has to feel!”

“So would you go back if you could, prefect?” Jade asked.

“Fuck no.” You sniffled, “My head’s blown off in my world. There’s nothing for me there.”

"Gee. Sorry, Shrimpy."

~SCARABIA~

Your fingertips were blue-violet. All the time. Beyond that, your skin was always mottled with raspberry-toned splotches, but still, Kalim and Jamil invited you to dinner, along with Grim. 

It was delicious, as always. You carefully watched as Jamil tested the food for poison, then began to eat.

“Prefect, may I ask you a question?” Kalim murmured. His tone felt strange, more demanding than curious. You’d often seen the side of him that was playful and easygoing, but you seldom saw the heir to a powerful family.

You blinked and sat straighter, “Yeah?”

“Are you anemic or is someone poisoning you?”

You faltered for the barest moment, then laughed, “Uh, ha… funny story, actually. I did get poisoned, just not here.”

“Did you drink coconut juice?”

“Oh- no, I didn’t… I couldn’t. My doctor- I was bedridden in a hospital and my doctor was obsessed with saving me, but he also needed something to save. I think it was the sugar packets? Or the teabags, or something. He put something in my food. The last thing I heard was some conjecture about heavy metal poisoning.”

Jamil slowly rose from his seat and grabbed your hand, turning it over in his own, “Well, they were right. Looks like you were fed cadmium and mercury. What a shame.”

“So how do we fix it?” Kalim asked, looking to Jamil.

“I don’t think you can fix death.” Jamil returned to his seat, gray eyes flicking over to yours, “Can we?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately, you can’t fix death. My time has long since passed, too. I’m in dry rot back in my world.” You giggled, “I’m basically a zombie!”

Jamil did not look amused, but you got a chuckle from Kalim.

~POMEFIORE~

Not to say that Rook was a bad person, but you were constantly on edge around him. This wasn’t unusual for a lot of students, but it was special, in your case. 

Rook’s affinity and fondness for the bow reminded you of a lot. It reminded you of the look of glee on the hunter’s face and the panic flooding your veins. Whenever you saw Rook, your adrenaline spiked and you could barely breathe. 

Of course it was just your luck that you ran out of clean clothes and detergent. Vil had this thing against anyone looking disheveled, so last time he caught you in public after you’d had nothing but bad luck and the washer in Ramshackle broke, he made a promise to you. You could use Pomefiore’s amenities and detergents and soaps or whatever so long as it would keep you from looking a mess. 

You cried in front of him that day. He cared more than Crowley. You got lucky, too. They invited you to dinner after your laundry was finished, and you had two mouths to feed, so of course you accepted and dragged Grim along. 

“Would you also mind trying on some clothes while you’re here? I have spare items that I’m looking to get rid of.” Vil asked while you loaded your clothes and a few of Grim’s ribbons in.

“Sure.”

“Well, come along, then. Rook is still working on dinner,” Vil turned on his heel and you trailed behind him, Grim following you.

Vil respectfully waited on the other side of a privacy screen as you tried on a few shirts, exiting in a particular low backed one.

You did a short spin, awkwardly posing, "I haven't seen you wear this one."

Vil didn't say anything. He stood up, walked over, and spun you around so he could look at your back.

You felt his cold fingers trace three lines, heard him take in a sharp breath, and then he shoved you away and turned around.

"I'll ask him to leave you alone. If I had known he had done that to you, then I wouldn't have been inviting you over as often… But he wouldn't have usually done this sort of thing…" He mumbled.

"Vil? What are you talking about?"

"The marks. They're shaped like arrowheads."

"Oh. Good luck. I don't know the guy who did this to me."

"What?"

You shrugged, "I got kidnapped and monologued at like I was in some cheap horror film. I'm not the victor, obviously, since the hunter won."

"So… Those are not from Rook?"

You nodded, "Yeah, they're not."

~IGNIHYDE~

“You have to be cheating- you have to be- NO!” You howled into your headset and slumped in your new chair, “Idiaaaaaa why?

“All you have to do is git gud,” He responded, a laugh in his tone.

“You should go easy on them, big brother.”

“Ortho, you’re not helping. I wanna win because I won, not because Mr. Hothead went easy on me.”

“Heh.” Idia snorted, “Okay, you ready?”

“Yeah!” You and Ortho cheered in unison.

Your birthday, something of which you had never thought you’d see again, had passed with Idia giving you his old gaming setup, including his old PC. He wanted to build a new one, he said. 

You nearly had a meltdown when this happened. Every day, you were faced with your mortality in the form of a large splotch on the left side of your head. Not your face, the whole side of your head. It sort of came down to a point that was peppered across your nose and cheeks, like spray paint in a few shades lighter than your natural tone. 

So, no. You didn’t think you’d have another birthday. But it came, and your two friends were there to spend it with you, albeit virtually in one case. 

Ortho sat next to you, wide chartreuse eyes occasionally flicking to look at you. You were known for your mood swings and pounding migraines ever since you woke up in that coffin with Grim trying to take your clothes. Grim was sith Idia, gorging himself on sweets. You heaved a sigh, but Idia cut off your thoughts.

“So did you think something bad was gonna happen today?”

“What do you mean?” You noticed his avatar dart into a nearby pavilion, “I hate this map.”

“We can change it.” Idia amended, “After this round. When Ortho showed up, you seemed really scared, almost like you were going to cry. Is it because of whatever’s going on with your head?”

“Oh, like the headaches and the big ugly scar? Yeah. I guess it’s because of what happened?”

Idia’s avatar stopped moving and you braced yourself, but the question didn’t come from him. 

“Prefect. What happened before you came here?”

“Oh… I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, really. Got an ax to the skull. I didn’t see who did it, I was facing the other way, talking to some little kid, trying to help him find his parents.” You sighed, “Traumatizing shit, unless it was the kid’s parents who did me in. I won’t get to know.”

You heard Idia whistle and the combat sequence began when you caught his in-game avatar. As he proceeded to beat you down, you heard some machinery within Ortho whir.

“You’re deceased in your own world. This is a second chance for you.”

“Yeah.” You hissed at your low health, then smiled at Ortho, “It really is.”

~DIASOMNIA~

The minute Malleus noticed the mark on your hand, he politely averted his eyes. Lilia and Silver were gently bantering as the two of you read. Sebek demanded to “stand guard,” although considering that he was trying to protect one of the most powerful mages in the world, you couldn’t help but consider him a little wacky. 

Your opinion of Sebek soured further when he strolled up and grabbed your wrist, “What is this?”

“What?”

“These scars. What are they from?”

“Do you know what a komodo dragon is?”

“Yes.” Malleus said, “Do they exist in your world as well?”

You nodded, “I was on a… walk, let’s say. One of them bit me and I bled out.”

“Why wasn’t anyone else there to help you?” Lilia pondered.

You smiled at Silver, face down on the table, then shrugged and turned back to your book.

“Sometimes you have to be alone. I wasn’t careful, and then I died. Simple enough.”

Malleus nodded, “The next time you decide to go for a walk, call upon my name. I will accompany you.”

You smiled wider, “Oh? Thanks, I guess.”

[browngonzo888]

Small rant about fandom

So seeing a lot of “I miss my quiet fandom” from the Spiderman 2099 fans. Like yeah I geddit, got a lot of Gen A kids with their TikTok’s and their annoying Ciara track edits an such with a version of Miguel they don’t recognize. And also arguments about race and skintone.

think that’s bad?

Mortal Kombat fandom…. FULL of racism. Sexism. Homophobia. Transphobia. Deathwishes. Netherrealm Studios retconning the characters to hell because they handed the script to a guy who’s NEVER had any experience with video games (when it comes to ick, P Daniels got nothing on Dominic Cianciolo) Redesigns not able to decide who they wanna pander to. A lot of this crap because they were trying to stay relevant to an old crowd from the 90s as well as cater to a newer crowd, but there was a severe clash because the old crowd knew a simpler arcade game while the newer fans wanted FGC level BS. MK11 was the biggest fandom nightmare. Seriously atsv is MILD, and seems to try to go in the right direction by being rich with additional culturally specific art and design. MK did something like that but then also did some weird crap with it and not everyone was happy and I still haven’t exactly pinpointed just what that was! They literally changed up a skin because it was Confederate-inspired.

A mess! I got into the shittiest arguments. Never wanna go back to that ever again as long as a live, no matter how good or ambivalent my intentions are.

So I kinda left it alone

Anyway. Before atsv I went back to Psychonauts. Played it as a teen, then part 2 came out in my 30s. Of course they did small things that catered to new players. Some of the stuff the newer fans do are not always easy to relate to or understand (like the Miguel tiktok edits), but I really don’t mind it at all. I reached out to them in my own way by liking and reblogging their work and they checked me back in kind and some I chat with on a regular basis. What I’m tryna say here is that there’s always gonna be old fans and new fans. Depending on the way creators handle their audience can heavily effect the way their fandom gets along. NRS dropped the molten hot ball by being a hostile network that occasionally even fought with their own fans. Doublefine Studios is hella-casual and their fandom turned out that way too.

In real time I’m sorta watching where Sony is going with this fandom. They seem to be diverse-conscious yet also trying to ignore Miguel’s origin comic shamefully? Idk i think it fits him anyway, no matter what he looks like. Oof and I’ve seen the whole “why he white” rhetoric in Miguel fanart over at Pinterest and gosh I don’t know if I can spare to care anymore because you couldn’t swing a controller without running into that with MK art, when clearly a LOAD of their characters were default Caucasian-looking in the 90s. It’s a reoccurring design that has plenty of room to make changes with imo, but it’s tiresome to gatekeep.

I think if people are just a bit patient with the newer fans and not start a war, things will be fine and the Spiderman 2099 fandom will go back to being peaceful. I’m a newer fan. I don’t like the weird edits. I purchased the first two issues of the 90s comic to fully understand Miguel’s origin, the very comic with the cover that atsv used in his intro. It’s nice to collect something else other than DC Lobo. I think if you feel creeped out, pressured, or even downright angry at new fans, just ignore them. Ignore me. It’s possible to curate your own experience online. Except Twitter. Fuck that place in the A, I hate it. I’d join a hateocracy against the destruction of Twitter if I could. And if you a new fan, idk just have fun and don’t be mean to the old fans because they the reason 2099 came back around despite his story getting shelved several times.

Anyway, ramble over. I wanted to get a lot of that off my mind.

[marmiteprinter]

A short while later, Pietro and Lucas each stood holding a nooboo. Pietro looked a little stunned as he cuddled the nooboo close.

"What... what happened?" he wondered, dazed.

Lucas grinned sheepishly. "I guess I should have told you this might happen. Twins run in my family, especially twins who are both assigned female at birth. I mean, there's me and my sister, and my mum had sisters who were twins as well..."

"We have twin daughters, Lucas! Two! TWO! We don't even have one crib! I can't go to Kyle now - it's 2am! Where are they going to sleep tonight?"

Lucas patted his husband's arm to try and calm him down. "It's okay, babe. We'll clear out the bottom drawers of our dressers and put them in there. I'm sure the nooboos will be okay just for one night. Tomorrow you can go and buy some cribs. Does that sound okay?"

Still stunned, Pietro nodded.

So here is twin #1 - Talia Rossellini! Look at her little (not face 2) face - so cute! (No, I won't stop gushing about the baby face templates until I stop being amazed by them!)

And twin #2 - Verity Rossellini! I love that both babies, like Evan O'Donnell, got geneticised custom skintones that are somewhere in between those of their parents (who are Skin 3 and Skin 4). Why have I never played with geneticised skins before?!

I decided to give both babies Pietro's name because it's more interesting than Turner. Lucas is going to take Pietro's name as well once I get around to editing it he sorts out the paperwork.

[handelplayssims]

Another day in the Stuart-Waddell household. And oh no. It’s a weekend and no one has work. Ohhhhhh boy oh boy. Let’s see. Omar wants to volunteer again and Harrison wants to make money. But first! I remembered I wanted to do something! I wanted Harrison to go and set up his birthday party! Which humorously enough to me, will fall on Spring Day. This means I can’t make it a goaled event though. But ah well, it’ll be a party! And all the kids have woken up so it’ll be a volunteer time for everyone!

Hmm. You know what? Roxana is childish. She knows kids media. She would have an opinion! -double checks wiki for voidcritter descriptions- Hmm. One’s an ultra-aggressive narwhal-like figure that will fight and one just wants to eat cars. The Articorn is the strongest, as it has the will and tenacity to fight! Now the kids will have some cookies and then we’ll all head out to volunteer. Avery’s up and is hungry. One last potential pizza for his lifetime? Maybe. Maybe. Everyone has returned from volunteering so now it’s time to figure out what everyone wants to do! That being said, Selena needs to make friends and I have been ignoring her all week. Perhaps it’s time for her to take an adventure by herself to the park. It took a bit for the kids to spawn in, time enough that I had to call in a vendor to get her some food. But hey, we found someone to befriend.

Kristy Malloy is one of mine. I believe I made her family in one of those patch lulls where I wanted to play but didn’t want to risk corrupting my main file. We quickly befriend this genius of a gal as we can, though I had to keep resetting her because she kept wanting to go off-lot far too soon. We need to become friends! Friends! This is a big deal for Selena, trying to befriend kids! Don’t want to go home right away so I’m just going to linger here just a little longer and befriend another kid. She may hate hanging out here but maaan. And quite quickly do we make friends with another kid. Nice! Now, we can go home.

Onto Emille then and she wants to befriend Avery. Sure, why not! Like how the girls just latched onto the one ‘normal’ person around.

So I was glancing around, trying to see if there was anyone on the street Avery could prank and Selena could befriend for her second adult and we found Noah! Hooray! Still a shame about Mio huh. So I’m going to have her befriend him and then Harrison will do his money making thing. Paint Busk for tips! He’s a dude with a guitar, picked it up for romantic flair. Annnd Emille got her aspiration finished. Nicely done! Now it’s her turn for the social aspiration. But first, bed. Selena should join her in bed but befriending Noah. I’m doing an old tick! Chess table and chatting over chess! It’s a long game after all so they can raise up their friendship well.

Avery is now a vampire as well! Hmm. I could freely edit Tamara’s skintone and vampire archtypes but not Avery’s. Weird. Eh. Oh huh. Selena became friends with Noah but it didn’t count. Because he’s a young adult, not an adult. I never noticed that! Anyway, let’s gather up the cat items we can gather up for soon, Avery’s going to move out! On the one hand, I’m a bit less picky on where I want him to go but I don’t have any good ideas off the top of my head immediately. ...though I should probably pick somewhere that can have a basement easily added into. Well, we can do house hunting after

Neighborhood Watch!

Nothing of note has happened recently. Check back later.

After assessing my options, I say Avery’s going to head out to Brindleton Bay at the Lonely Cabin. Nice and quite and remote, it is. Also marks my second paranoid sim that moved out there so that’s fun! Slowly running out of cheep housing on this file though… -glances on over at the expansions I haven’t purchased yet-

[messylustt]

your sweet voice — rafe cameron + reader ( outer banks ) : rafe is your best friends brother—off limits. when you catch him in his room thinking of you he doesn’t think he’ll be able to control himself the next time he sees you.

contents : jealous!rafe. eating out. reader catching rafe masturbating. slight possessive!rafe. rafe being slightly obsessed with reader. wc 3.4k.

pt one pt two

rafe watched from afar, even though he wished he could walk up. you were surrounded by your friends, your head tilted back against the beating sun. he couldn’t help but let his gaze travel down your body, on full display. you were smiling while your body absorbed the heat. that bikini contrasted deliciously with your skintone. at some point he began to feel jealous of the towel you lay on, your legs brushing along the fabric. god.

he tensed, forcing himself to look away, chugging the rest of his drink, the red solo cup flimsy in his hold. he had almost cracked. he had wanted to feel you, get rid of that guy ‘toby’s’ touch with his own. he was never one to feel particularly protective or possessive over any girl before. so, this new sensation of wanting to murder every guy eyeing you on this beach was almost a rush. almost. his angered nature took over the majority of his feelings though—always when it came to you.

he had wanted to taste your sweet voice. what did your neck taste like? god, what did the rest of you taste like?

his beer started to taste more disgusting the more he drank it. wishing that instead of the red solo cup’s rim he was feeling your tongue. it was wrong. he knew that. you were his sisters best friend. Off limits.

so, he turned, forgetting the party, and trying to ignore the strain in his pants.

when he got home he had grown desperate, reaching his room with a harsh grip to the doorway. fuck, he needed a release. he couldn’t touch you. but he wouldn’t be able to force you out of his head. he’s ashamed to say that the last time a girl gave him head, he had imagined you, running your tongue along his cock.

shit.

he slammed the door shut, knowing no one else was home. and when his head hit back against his headboard his cock in hand he began to imagine.

imagine your hands were running up his thighs, before taking a hold of his cock, your slender fingers wrapped around, pumping, slowly—sensually.

rafe’s breathing quickened. his mouth was opening in pleasure, while his free hand tightened around his sheets. you were always oblivious to his heated gaze. you interpreted it as hate. why did your obliviousness make his cock throb? christ. he moaned, the thought of your innocent mouth being erotic just for him drew him so close.

but then he heard a creak. whipping his head up, panting, and slightly disoriented, and oh so close to his orgasm, he spotted you.

your eyes were wide, as you stared, frozen as you took in the scene before you. he couldn’t help it. he slowly began to stroke his dick again, his high clouding any sense of shame. did you know that this was all because of you? you made a mess of him, and did you even know? you seemed to not be able to move, so rafe took the opportunity to watch you as he continued to stroke his cock. his mouth went back to hanging open, as small groans left him.

the sight before you was incredibly erotic. you were burning. you didn’t know what to do. you should leave. shut the door and leave. he must hate you for catching him like this. but what made your feet stay glued to the ground was his stare. it stayed unwavering as his chest heaved, his large hand bringing himself closer to his almost interrupted orgasm. you swallowed sand.

“oh, god.” he groaned followed by a breathy whisper of your name. you nearly fell to the floor when the syllables left his lips. his hair was a mess over his eyes, curtaining his face. there was a slight sheen of sweat across his forehead, only adding to the heated situation.

“i’m sorry.” you breathe out, not knowing what else to say. you need to leave, that’s what you needed to do.

“fuck, say that again.” he harshly breathed. “speak again.”

you gulp. “rafe…”

he groans, his eyes rolling back for a moment. “shit.”

he continued to pump his cock. he was close, so close, pleasure beginning to spread through his veins. the fact that you were stood there watching, drew him so fucking close to the edge. he was about to fall, the crescendo of his orgasm at arms reach. but he needed one more thing from you.

“tell me what you’re thinking.”

your eyes expanded almost comically, as you blanched. “what?” you choked out.

“come on.” he egged you on. “just tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, yeah?”

you nearly died right there. what were you thinking? your breathing was becoming erratic. you were lightheaded.

“uh.” You gulped. “i— uh, i’m shocked.”

“of me like this?” rafe was nearly there. “of me jerking off to the thought of you?” it was so utterly wrong but he didn’t care.

at this rate you think your heart is going to run away from you while your eyes feel as thought they’re going to pop out of their sockets.

he was doing this…because of you?

rafe gulped, his muscles tightening. your almost confused expression did it. he let one last breathy groan slip past his lips as pleasure hit him full force. he didn’t let his eyes move from you though. his orgasm for once was blinding, every single nerve feeling it. and it was heavenly.

rafe breathed your name when his high drew to a close, leaving him panting.

you looked like you were going to pass out from either shock or something else. you just watched rafe jerk off, while he egged you on to speak.

;;

you were sitting on a couch, the party live around you. toby sat opposite you. it was him who had invited you.

you tried to stay interested in what he was saying, you really did. but your mind was in the gutter. the scene that had played out in front of you yesterday was a shock. you didn’t know he…felt that way about you. he always glanced your way with a glare, barely conversed when it wasn’t necessary.

you had known sarah for a while, so of course rafe circled that too. you hated to admit that you found him attractive. so it was probably in your benefit that he ignored you. you couldn’t do that to sarah. plus he was dick to practically everyone. a bully.

so, you shake your head clearing the erotic thought of rafe and put your entire focus on toby.

rafe didn’t know that you’d be here tonight. he wasn’t sure he was ready to see you again. you had caught him, the shame hit him for a moment but the thought of your face overrode that pretty quickly.

it was one of the best orgasms he’s ever had. and he’s pissed that it was by his own hand with just the visual of you and the melody of your voice. he would call himself pathetic, but then he knew he would do that again. he wanted to do that again, feel that again. but this time instead with your hands on him, and his hands on you.

god, he wanted to feel you. you had been so close but too far. he should have grabbed you, kissed you, touched you. but you had ran.

he watched you talk to toby with narrowed eyes. he didn’t want you to run away from him and towards toby. he hated the thought that you would allow toby to touch you the way he wants to feel you for himself.

his teeth began to grind as he watched you lean close in hopes to hear toby better. he could see the smirk on the boys face, the less than holy thoughts that twinkled in the kids eyes.

you weren’t with rafe. ge didn’t have a right to feel jealous. but in his mind you were his. in every sense. your body, mind, voice, and soul. he wanted it all. and maybe he’s close to obsession, but he couldn’t care less. all he wanted was you.

you make your way to the empty kitchen, needing a break from the loud music outside. you fill a glass of water, taking a sip. as you lower the glass, placing it on the bench, you catch sight of rafe.

shit, you think. you weren’t ready to see him. you try to turn the other way but end up facing the cupboard. turning back he’s stood right behind you, with a tilt to his head. he continues to watch you as he grabs the glass of water you left on the bench. you catch sight of the stain on the rim, left by your lipgloss.

your breath hitches when he turns the glass until his lips reach the tainted spot. necking the rest if the water he rests it back on the bench.

you focus your thoughts, sparing him a smile before going to slip past him. but he steers you into the bench, your hips hitting the marble. rafe places his hands on the counter, trapping you in.

“rafe—”

“i like this top.” he interrupts, using his fingers to graze over the bottom of the material.

“thanks.” You say briskly, praying that he’ll back away.

he meets your gaze and you freeze. god, what a piercing blue they always were.

“i didn’t know you’d be here tonight.” he says, letting his gaze drop down your body.

“toby invited me. it was pretty last minute.” you almost mutter out, watching as his gaze hardens a fraction.

rafe’s fingers have drifted from your shirt to your skin, brushing his thumb against your hip, almost soothingly. you swiftly gaze down towards it. but his other hand tilts your head back up by your chin. you could feel his breath fanning over your lips and you nearly shudder, but you instead stand a little straighter.

amusement glistens in his eyes.

“do you like him?” rafe asks. your brows furrow, realizing a beat late that he means toby.

“uh.” not really. rafe’s finger under your chin has gradually grazed across your jaw. you hate the shiver that wrecks your body when he brushes his thumb over the top of your ear.

he leans forward, his breath now hitting your cheek. “do. you. like. him?” he speaks so softly, as if he wants his words alone to caress you instead.

you gulp. “kind of.” it’s true. toby was cute. but that’s about it.

rafe leans closer, and soon his breath becomes his lips. he drags them gently across your cheek to reach your ear. his hand has travelled to the back of your neck. he tugs you closer, until your entire body is pressed against his. you hold in a gasp at the action. because you can feel everything.

“what do you like about him?” he places a delicate kiss to your jaw. this was nothing like him. gentle and calm. and that seemed to scare you more.

“he is, uh, nice.” you couldn’t think of what else to say.

“nice?” rafe hums against your cheek. his other hand has rested back against the counter right by your hip.

you nod, ignoring the way his lips drag across your skin as you do so. christ, he’s so close.

“in what way?” rafe continues, now beginning to massage the back of your neck. you have to hold back a groan, tension beginning to leave your body. “is it the way he speaks?”

no words seem to form as an answer, so he continues.

“is it the way he kisses?” he places another kiss to your jaw, but then continues to make his way to cheek, your skin tingling. “huh?” rafe asks, now kissing so close to your lips. not quite touching the corner, but if you moved your head, even just a fraction, he would be able to.

rafe raises his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, leaning slightly back to meet your gaze. you pray your face isn’t as red as you feel.

rafe’s tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. you hated how thick the tension was.

you take a quick breath, again standing straighter, ignoring the feel of him as you do so. rafe’s breath hitches briefly at the action, his gaze now zeroed in.

“about yesterday, i didn’t mean to…see you. don’t hold it against me.” you say. because isn’t that what he’s doing? trying to get back at you.

“hold it against you?” rafe replies, an amused smile forming. he leans forward again, his warm breath back to taunting your lips. “i hold a lot against you. but that isn’t one.”

“what do you hold against me?” you ask, genuinely confused. “i haven’t done anything to you.”

“and that’s exactly the problem.” rafe grits out, his breathing becoming heavy. rafe grabs your hips, holding you still, against him. your breath hitches, as you quickly glance to the right, scared someone will walk in.

rafe guides your head back by your chin, and his face is now less than an inch from you. his eyes are hooded and terrifying and beautiful. shit.

he looks almost pained as he draws closer. you’re both practically breathing each other in, his mouth opening against your own. your lips are so close to touching, and the less rational side his asking why they aren’t yet. but the rational side pushes forward, as you place your hands on his chest, meaning to push him away.

but rafe quickly grabs your hands, keeping them to his chest as he begins to shake his head. “don’t.” he breathes.

you gulp. “don’t what?”

his gaze is locked on your lips, his chest heaving. “don’t push me away.”

he meets your gaze, and your shocked to see a sense of pleading there. he looks nearly desperate, as he keeps your lips close. “god, y/n, why are you so pretty?”

his small confession has you choking on any words that might surface.

rafe’s hand moves to grasp your neck and cheek, tilting your head slightly up for what would be better access.

“rafe…”

that seems to do it, as he practically groans, before smashing his lips against your own. your body hits back against the counter, as he pushes himself further against you. desperately grabbing your waist he tilts you back, as his tongue drags across your bottom lip, asking for access.

your breathing has turned ragged, your mouth opening and closing to try and consume more air. rafe takes the opportunity to dive in, his tongue licking your own. you can feel his chest heaving against yours, as his hands wander your body, one running under your shirt.

you shiver against the coldness of his rings, as he glides his fingers across your stomach, making you arch off the counter. rafe swiftly grabs your hips, lifting you onto the kitchen bench, continuing to assault your lips. teeth, tongue and groans. god.

rafe pulls apart your legs so that he can stand between them, before he pulls you closer. his kisses haven’t stopped, acting like he’s a starved man.

then you hear something crash in the distance. scared your gonna get caught you break the kiss turning your head towards the sound. but Rafe doesn’t stop, beginning to kiss your cheek and jaw, before he leads his lips down to your neck. You hold in a whimper as your eyes almost roll.

“rafe, someone could—”

“i don’t give a fuck if someone sees.” rafe speaks to your skin, as he licks a bold stripe up the side of neck.

“shit, rafe.” you half whimper, half scold.

“that’s it pretty girl, moan my name.” rafe breathes, kissing back up to your cheek. he grabs your chin, pulling you in for another kiss. you moan against his lips, and he grins in response.

“rafe—” You meant to say something else, but your shameful moan cut you off.

“good girl.” rafe praises, and if you weren’t seated you think you’d crumble.

his hand has slipped down your thigh, pulling you further apart. you were wearing a skirt, and you hated how easy it made it for rafe. he seems to be thinking the same thing, as he spreads your legs even more. you try to shut them out of embarrassment, but rafe stays strong. his other hand reaches up your skirt to tease the very edge of your panties.

you don’t think your breathing. rafe drags his finger along the fabric until he hovers over your heat. he switches to his thumb as he drags a long line along your covered middle. your eyes roll back. no one has ever touched you there. of course your own hand, but the difference, even through your panties, was clear.

“fuck.” rafe breathes, his gaze locked onto where his thumb his repeatedly dragging. you can feel your wetness soaking through, and you want to shut your legs, feeling shameful. but you don’t, and probably couldn’t.

rafe pulls you closer to the edge as he leans down, practically kneeling in front of you. the sight is something you never thought you’d see. he spreads you wider, as you had begun to subconsciously close your legs. with his hands gripping your skin, his tongue darts out to lick your inner thigh.

you shakily breathe as he places kisses to your skin, edging closer and closer to where your body craved.

“we shouldn’t be doing this in someone’s kitchen.” you force out, your hands clenching around the marble.

he hums against your skin, as he places a kiss directly to your middle. you jolt at the feeling, biting your bottom lip to save yourself from further noises slipping.

“so you’d let me do this somewhere else?” rafe sounds far too delighted right now.

“uh, no…” Lies, lies, lies.

“then i’ll taste you here.” he speaks so darkly, as he swiftly rips your panties off, making you gasp out of shock.

he pockets them before his tongue is licking a slow stripe up your pussy. he groans, seeming to feel the same pleasure as you. he laps at your pussy, passing your clit a fraction harder every time.

“oh, shit…” you gasp, as you feel him grin.

“tell me you haven’t been touched.” he demands and begs at the same time. you don’t have time to feel confused though, because he’s biting your clit.

“i—“ you try to form words. “no, i haven’t been- touched.” your chest is heaving as you catch his gaze.

he smiles, before tugging on your clit a fraction harder, making you jolt into him. fuck.

rafe couldn’t believe this was actually happening. and you tasted so much better than he imagined. he’d never really been so vocal during sex, and you weren’t even touching him. but, god, did like tasting you.

you were a panting mess above him, trying to hold down moans that painted amusement onto rafe’s face. he needed to touch you with hands. he lead his finger to your slit, running through your wetness, before sinking a finger inside. you finally let go of a moan at the feeling, and rafe felt immensely pleased.

“you look like my dinner all spread out like this.” rafe says, watching as you gulp down his words. he pushes a second finger in, curling until he found the spot that made your mouth fall open.

rafe pulls in and out, hitting the spot repeatedly. you clenched around him, as rafe leans back down to bite and lick your clit.

“oh, god.” you moaned, and rafe never loved the sound of your voice more.

“you taste so good, y/n. shit.” rafe breathes over your clit and you jolt, so close to the edge.

“are you gonna cum for me?” rafe nearly taunts. “only for me?” he loved that you were falling apart for him, and him only. he was the first to try you. and christ did he want to keep you.

you’re so close, clenching around his fingers, as your eyes roll back. he kisses your thigh, your skirt bunched haphazardly around your hips.

“moan my name, pretty girl,” rafe husks out as he sees how close you are. he quickens his fingers, curling to watch you gasp.

then the pleasure hits. it’s euphoric. “rafe.” you nearly shake, as your head rolls back, your hands your only support. your breathing fills the room, as the party music beats outside.

you meet Rafe’s gaze as he stands. his eyes have gleam to them that makes you feel excited and worried.

then you realise what just happened. with wide eyes you quickly shut your legs, jumping off the bench and pulling your skirt down. holy shit. before you let rafe speak, or think to grab your panties from his pocket you rush out of the kitchen.

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[missrubybird]

TS4 Cottage Living Sim Download  🐔

Hey hey hey you sweet people! I gotta admit, I’m excited about this pack! I’ve been longing for a green country world with lots of quaint scenery and Henford-on-Bagley is just that. So, thanks to the EA Game Changer Program, I got my hands on the pack early and because I have been getting several requests to make Sims with backstories I have been cooking up some country folk using all the gorgeous new CAS items, to populate the town! And trust me, there’s some juicy backstories there! (I’m soo excited about these Sims, I just had such a blast making them and don’t quote me on this but I might make more..)

I hope you enjoy! 🦙

Below the cut you’ll find:

Individual Download Links for the Sims 

As well as a Zip File containing all the Sims

Sims’ Backstories and Traits

All Sims have all 8 Outfits using only CL and Basegame

CC Links

Note: There is CC included in the Download Files, make sure to put it in your Mods Folder along with the CC linked below! I do not own all the CC in the Download Folder, credit for said CC goes to the creators! ♥️

Have fun!   🐮 ♥️ 🐇 ♥️ 🐥  

CC LINKS:  Lashes // Skintone 

Note: You need the No EA Eyelashes Mod by Cienzroza for the Sims to look exactly like they do in the pictures!

DOWNLOAD ALL SIMS HERE or individual Links below

Sim Links from Top to Bottom:

Delphine Bouchier 

YA // Business Savvy // Hates Children // Confident // Snob

Who is this mysterious, elegant French Lady that appeared in Henford-on-Bagley over night!? Surely she must have a secret.. just wait till the locals find out she is quite the well known actress in France, who left the country in a rush after getting mixed up in a rather ominous if not dangerous scandal.... and while Delphine is lying low and plotting her next move, she keeps to herself and her flowers and hopes the neighbours and especially the neighbours’ children don’t stick their noses in her roses or her business. 

Rosa Mansouri

YA // Alluring // Non-Commital // Self Absorbed // Squeamish

Henford-on-Bagley is not really big enough for Rosa. There is nothing she likes more than attention and with such sparse population sometimes attention is hard to come by! Rosa is a bit of a princess, she HATES bugs and mice and, well, basically all animals and she is notourious for her string of heartbroken lovers who haunt her nightmares. Just kidding, Rosa isn’t thinking about her old affairs, she’s thinking about buying a new dress to impress Cai, the cute new guy in town who doesn’t seem to have noticed her yet and that just won’t do!

Jonas Teeluck

YA // Gregarious // Cheerful // Bookworm // Neat

Jonas is a staple in Henford-on-Bagely, you couldn’t imagine the town without him. He owns the local what’sitshop where you can just pop in to grab your next crime novel (just ask Jonas for a recommendation), some loo roll or homemade biscuits and of course a friendly chat with Jonas who always has a cheeky smile, a funny story or some good advice for you. Jonas is just a really cool, laidback dude who doesn’t let the world phase him and who has found his personal little slice of heaven in Henford-on-Bagley.

Lilly Lindgren

Elder // HomeTurf // Art Lover // Hotheaded // Perfectionist

Just like her parents and grandparents, Lilly has lived in Henford-on-Bagley all her life, she is one formidable lady, albeit with a bit of a temper, and she knows everything about everyone, whether they like it or not. Some say she basically runs the town, even though the mayor surely wouldn’t like to agree. You’ll have a hard time keeping your secrets to yourself and Lilly is already on her way to have a bit of a chinwag with Delphine, to find out what brings her to this part of the world, you know? That’s not nosy, that’s just neighbourly! Especially, if you bring a homemade cake along!

Cai Sabry

YA // Collector // Materialistic // Loves the Outdoors // Romantic

Ooh boy, did it just get hot in here? Yeah, but that’s just July, you say? It’s probably also to do with the arrival of Cai Sabry, the mayor’s son, who has moved back to Henford-on-Bagely after graduating from Foxbury University. Cai likes to think of himself as one suave dude and he’s already got his eye on the local talent (in particular on a certain shop owner who makes fantastic biscuits) but he’s not just here to have fun, he’s dedicated to making more out of Henford-on-Bagley, spruce the place up a bit! So, who knows what the future will bring and what the residents will say when they hear about Cai’s plans!

Milly Rowland

YA // Gregarious // Goofball // Romantic // Vegetarian

Henford-on-Bagely may often be overcast by dreary rainclouds but you’re not going to notice when Milly is around. Sweet Milly is a regular ray of sunshine, always has a smile on her face and you’ll often find her sauntering the market waving at the locals and stopping for a chat here and there. Milly knows everyone and everyone loves Milly and her whimsical and warm nature, except for maybe Rosa, who secretly envies Milly her popularity. And although Milly may come across as lighthearted and carefree, flirting with the local boys at the pub, she has a secret, too, she just can’t stop thinking about the girl with the raven hair and the stawberry earrings..

Ani Mae

YA // Collector // Loner // Loves the Outdoors // Animal Enthusiast

You probably won’t see much of Ani, she’s a little shy and prefers the company of her chicken and cows. She’s outside all day and you’ll only find her at the pub on special occasions but never without her best friend Milly. The two share and connect over a deep love for animals and Milly can often be seen sitting in the sun at Ani’s cottage, chatting to her friend while Ani feeds the animals and tends to the garden. Ani is a hard worker and is currently saving up to buy a Llama to complete here little family, oh, and she might also be a teeny tiny bit in love with her best friend..

Note: There is CC included in the Download Files, make sure to put it in your Mods Folder along with the CC linked above!

[softpine]

how in depth do you edit your story posts? would you say reshade does a lot of it or do you go in and add details a lot? how long does it take? i’m doing a story myself and i want to keep telling it but the long editing process sets me back and can be de motivating sometimes and i’m just wondering if you have any tips on cutting it down or speeding the process up?

oh i totally know what you mean – editing is by far my LEAST favorite part of the process, so i do anything i can do to speed it up. i would say reshade does about 60% of the work, and then i run my own personal action in photoshop which does another 20% of the work (basically just resize, smart sharpen, denoise, and a very basic color grade to help boost skintones). the rest is just small details that vary from picture to picture. landscape pictures can take me less than 2 minutes to edit, whereas shots with multiple sims can take me upwards of 30 minutes because i'm a freak about using the liquify tool to smooth out sharp edges, redrawing stuff to get rid of clipping, fixing skin banding by hand, etc. the rest is just using various blurs (usually iris blur), and applying a final color grade / hue adjustments. LITERALLY the devil is in the details 😭

so now that i've complained for ages, here are my tips on speeding things up fjksjd

1. put all your reshade effects on a toggle, and take multiple screenshots with the effects on/off. ESPECIALLY if you have a wide variety of skintones. for example, finn is pale as fuck and bloom makes him look like.... well, a ghost:

so i take one pic WITH bloom:

one without:

and then i layer them in photoshop and use a soft eraser at a lower opacity (depends on the pic) to erase some of the bloom on his face. this means i never have to mess with my bloom settings in-game for every single picture i take. i do the same thing for dof or mxao if they’re giving me trouble. one pic on, one pic off, layer them, and erase.

2. create your own action and/or psd! there are tons of tutorials out there. whichever effects you find yourself using on a regular basis, combine them all in one to save you from doing boring shit over and over :’) i don’t find it super helpful to use other people’s actions, because everyone has a different style, but if you’re new to photoshop, it might be nice to download some actions just to try new things out!

3. this tip kinda sucks because i know most people on simblr don’t have a l*gal copy of photoshop (no shade, i p*rated for literally 10 years lmao and i only got the real copy bc it was free through my mom’s work) but the newest version of photoshop has sooo many cool effects. sky replacement (my beloved), neural filters (depth blur is SO good now, the edges are crisp as hell. you could probably get rid of dof in reshade altogether now), and camera raw filter (basically a one-stop-shop for every adjustment you may need, and has the ability to save presets in the same way you would use a psd). all of these save me so much time. i would be happy to do a more in-depth tutorial on this stuff if you’re interested, but like i said, i know most people don’t have access to these :(

EDIT: check the replies for a link that may help you out :)

4. simply edit less. sometimes i have to remind myself that no one will be zooming up into my sim’s hand to see if their ring has some clipping issues. you are your own worst enemy and of course you’ll notice every single flaw, but most other people won’t. if the only way you can realistically and feasibly tell your story is to edit less (or not edit at all) then so be it!! that’s okay!! do whatever you can do to lessen your stress 💖

[astronomical-bagel]

Things I find interesting in Sanders sides:

Patton called.... wherever they reside the 'Thomasphere'

Patton also seems unable to conjure some things unless they're in the mind palace (like in svs with the butter fingers)

Patton is the only one so far to actually interact with the real world (he raided Thoma's fridge in the 'I'm in a Disney show' ep or whatever I forget the name)

Janus just. Kept all the old outfits, for some reason? Like, Logan's old tie, Patton's old cardigan, and even Roman's old sash for his judge outfit. Im sure you all know but that's still lowkey highkey creepy.

Logan once mentioned that he had seen The Office fourteen and a half times bc "I am a part of you, Thomas!" and yet they still are able to know things that Thomas doesn't, and Thomas knows things that they don't.

So if their rooms are basically Thomas's living rooms but with a "filter" put on it, does that mean they each have an entire world, a realm within their rooms? Can Virgil go out the front door and be met with an equally spider-webbed and emo outside? Hm.

janus doesn't actually have lips on his snake half of his face. Or an eyebrow. Or blood. It makes sense, but it still surprised me when I noticed it.

Roman, Logan, and Remus are the only ones who have actually given Thomas something he could hold (excluding Moving On bc that was just his imagination and stuff)

Logan (1) rubbed his wrist after he threw the laptop at thomas in accepting anxiety like the weak little nerdgeekboy he is and (2) rubbed the back of his head, where Thomas had been hit.

Roman rubbed the back of his head in pof when he was glowering at Janus (I think sometime after the 'fun, wholesome prank' comment). I don't know if this is because of his habit of running his hand through his hair, or if he was remembering Remus hitting him on the head. At this point, they both seem equally likely to me.

Patton doesn't even blink at someone saying 'fuck', but censored his own words when saying 'butthole'

Virgil started wearing blush at the start of the second season. Either that or he stopped using so much foundation.

Remus was the only one to actually touch another side with them both being fully onscreen (unless ur counting when they were all shapeshifted as Thomas's friends)

Roman continually mixes up the meaning of 'fair'. instead of, y'know, it being kind and justice-y, he always equates it with skintone

Janus was listening even way back during the Valentines ep, bc he quoted Virgil on the "weddings are overrated pageantry" or whatever during svs

Patton's eyesight is atrocious

Logan claimed to not have feelings but you literally cannot ignore the way his voice softens when he's comforting someon. Someone better make a compilation of soothing Logan moments bc that would 100% get me out of a panic attack before you could say 'infinitesimal'

And on that happy Logan note, I'm gonna end this bc this is long enough (I have so much more) and also it's four am and I have a headache.

[babymilkawa]

Sorry if this has already been rone but- could I get Bakugou, Todoroki, Denki and Izuku (separately) with a non-binary s/o who’s quirk is based off of a hyena? They have splotches of lighter skintone on them, freckles, laugh like a hyena, have sharp teeth and eyes like them? And a tail + ears? S/o is really chaotic, they live by the motto “I’ll try anything once,” and are overall very likable yet funky? Extra points if the boys see them in their hero outfit (which is something a little showey💕

-🧸

this is rly interesting anon!!

hyena quirk headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, midoriya izuku, kaminari denki

gn!reader :)

bakugou katsuki

so at first he was definitely ticked off by how different u were

tbh u kinda reminded him of Mina with ur personality

But he thought ur appearance was very cool

later on in ur relationship, you’d always feel him tracing the shapes of the splotches on ur skin, or softly scratching the space behind ur ears

he thought u looked so badass with those teeth though

u were wild but you weren’t careless

your attacks were precise and carefully planned during practice and he definitely noticed

even before u guys started dating, bakugou had already known almost everything about you just by observing

he noticed how your ears perked up easily

whether it’s excitement or during training

he loved watching how your pupils would dilate and how completely focused you’d look when on the battle field but if you’re just chilling?

your whole body is relaxed

oh and his favorite, favorite part is that if he teases you about things and you deny it, your tail will give it away

like your first kiss for example

he pulled away and with the smuggest grin he said, “not bad, right?”

you had rolled your eyes and looked away, unaware that the tip of your tail was rapidly moving side to side

Usually he’ll point you out

but after that kiss, he was dazed himself, so caught up on the feeling of ur lips, he didn’t even bother telling u that ur tail was betraying its owner

and the first time he saw ur hero costume? oh my g a w d man had to look away

cos damn what r u looking so good for 

literally has to slap himself when no one’s watching so he can focus on the task

todoroki shoto

so your personality is very different than his

knowing this, you sometimes try to catch him off guard by like fake pouncing on him 

but he never flinches or anything

never does

he prolly already knows ur planning this on the other side of the room smh

todoroki generally doesn’t have a playful side to him but when he’s noticing that you’re being more jumpy than usual he’ll join you cuz why not

but ofc it’s awkward at first

he doesn’t know how to have fun fun

he doesn’t understand ur impulsive decisions which happens a lot

for example, if you’ve accidentally had one sip of caffeine at 6 in the evening, you’re wide awake at 2 am and preparing to rearrange the furniture in ur dorm

he’s right below you, luckily, so he’ll hear all the noise and show up to ur dorm like “why?”

and you’ve got the same answer each time, “why not?”

he figures that he won’t be able to go back to sleep anyways so he helps you move the furniture

one thing that’s great is that he can instantly read your emotion or energy level from your tail

like if you’ve still got to move your night stand, but your tail is starting to droop, he’ll just drag you to bed

he’s tired too and he loves your cuddles even if ur ears tickle his chin a little excuse to be little spoon? I think yes

midoriya Izuku

your energy s c a r e s him sometimes

being ur partner during training will literally keep him fully alert, for you

but you’re a great partner, you can just be a little reckless sometimes

he soon learns that even if you dive right into the action, you don’t act without thinking

before you guys are even together, he’s already got your whole quirk analysis down in his notebook 

he’ll ask you questions about whether your tail gets in the way or whether your ears help during training and all

sometimes if you guys are just chilling, you’ll catch him staring at you

one day you ask him and he just goes like “no you just look really cool. I hope I'm not being weird though! I don’t mean to!”

“you’re my bf you can stare at me all you want Izuku”

one time, you were sitting down with your friends playing a card game and he was walking by behind you

but suddenly your tail just unconsciously swept the floor and he stepped on it, making you cry out in pain

he felt soooo bad

oml

doesn’t know how to help make it better so he just keeps on apologizing

if it was anybody else, you would’ve pounced on them but he looks genuinely guilty

so lets not make it worse :)

at first, seeing you smile would give him mixed emotions

like you’d go up to his face and flash your teeth and he’d start sweating buckets

you looked adorable don’t get me wrong

but you also looked a little...menacing

kinda like himiko

after a while he got used to it, knowing that you were a really kind person at heart

but since you can be a little wild and you like to have fun, you'll just graze his shoulder or neck with your skin to feel him shiver

you won’t put any pressure that’ll draw blood but it’s fun to hear him whimper 👀

the first time he saw ur hero costume, he start stuttering random nonsense lmAo

“y-y-y/n, wow, uhhh” sweat sweat sweat

yea he’s prolly not gonna get used to that hahHha

kaminari denki

this boy matches your energy

your always paired up with him during training cos you guys make the best team

like you’re there to keep him from making irrational decisions but you also ignite the fire and make sure the two of you make the most out of the time

even if you guys fail the mission sometime, you always come out laughing and developing new inside jokes

sometimes if you’re laughing, he’ll just turn to look at you with the biggest smile

and admires your tail wagging like a little pup and your teeth glistening under the ceiling lights

he is all up for your impulsive decision making

your #1 supporter

“oh? you wanna have fireworks in the field? me too! let’s go!”

pulls out 20 packs from under his bed

you two hold the best parties ever

and sometimes Iida gets on ur nerves but denki’s there to politely ask him to not be a party pooper and that the door is wide open 👀🚪

y’all get in trouble with Aizawa all the time 

like by now, he’s sick of y'all LMAOOO

someone told him that there’s a hole in the vending machine?

“y/n, Kaminari, come here”

but they weren’t even snitching on you two but it’s sooo obvious who did it hahaha

a lot of running around in the hallways and chasing each other

your so much faster than he is but he loves hearing your laugh echo the place

he clings on to you a lot cos ur soft

he’s usually the little spoon change my mind no u can't but when ur exhausted and all out of energy, he’s there to scratch your back or behind your ears, loving the way your tail wags in your sleep

you guys growl at each other

like playfully but it happens a lot

Midoriya walked in one time and lowk thought a fight was about to break down, tryna separate the two of you

you have an actual growl and a fake cute one, guess which one he likes ;))

a/n: aaah this was so fun to write!! thank you for requesting <33

bnha masterlist

[royal-confessions]

“Wiliam&Kate treated Harry&Meghan's rise like political candidates in an election race. Threatened by the Sussexes popularity they started feeding news to the press to diminish their likeability (e.g the Meghan-Kate crying story). And it did work: the cambridges popularity in the UK(and Europe in general) is stable whereas the Sussexes' has plummeted but they ruined the family for no reason really because in a monarchy all that matters is the place in the line of succession not who's more liked.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“William wanted Harry in his shadow. When Harry got engaged William didn't like Meghan&Harry's initial popularity(for the 1st time the focus weren't him&his wife)so he had his team start leaking fake news&the smear campaign against Meghan started,then William tried to convince Harry to dump his wife using the baby skintone argument. The Sussexes left,started to fight back with no success so now William has what he wanted the spotlight and everyone hating the Sussexes but lost his brother for good” - Submitted by Anonymous

“The really interesting info the experts who did the report on the twitter hate campaign against the Sussexes gave us is that behind these 83 accounts there are real people who are social media misinformation professionals and are being paid to do this. So the real question is..who's funding this smear campaign? I don't think it's a reach to point the finger towards the royals who instead are being praised and fawned over by these same 83 accounts or maybe people who work for the royals praised.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“I believe William is behind the social media hate campaign. Yes, I said it. The report clearly said somebody was paying these people to spread online hate and while lots of people hate Meghan few of them would spend their own money to carry out a sophisticated plot like this one. If I'm right then it's game over for the brothers because one thing's to make an insensitive comment about an unborn baby's race and not speaking out against racism and another thing entirely is funding a hate campaign.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“This Bot Sentinel report on the smear campaign against the Sussexes officially means that Palace intrigue, secret plots, royal power grabs and royals backstabbing one another aren't things of the past that only belong in films and television programmes today, no they're real and continue to happen although the methods are different now because even royals recognise the power of social media in shaping and influencing public opinion in the digital era so they use misinformation to destroy rivals.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“I've always thought the Cambridges' team was leaking to the press all the negative Sussex stories from inside the palace (like the Meghan made Kate Cry, Meghan's impossible to work with stories etc.) and I thought people were the ones amplifying the stories on social media but as it turns out the profiles of the 83 twitter accounts found responsible to spread this misinformation are consistent with them being run by paid pros which means the Cambridges must also be behind that. So sad.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“When Harry first got married several anti-Meghan papers reported on how William was unhappy about being overshadowed and how courtiers were reassuring him that it would all be ending soon and that that was the highest point for the Sussexes. Now we're learning that someone paid 83 people to attack the Sussexes and laud the Cambridges on twitter...I can't be the only one putting two and two together...It's pathetic to be so insecure that you have to resort to this when you're the future King.” - Submitted by Anonymous

“I don't know the more things come out the more the Meghan-is-a-victim-of-Palace-plotting theory sounds less crazy. I mean first this independent report finds that the twitter attacks against the Duchess are "coordinated" and likely started by paid professionals and then the top executive of the Royal Foundation is revealed to be working closely with tabloids. It's starting to sound like both the online attacks as well as the papers' attacks were/are an inside job put in motion by some RF members” - Submitted by Anonymous

“It's human nature when you've been used to being the only ones in the spotlight, the most popular royals to be jealous when someone else captures public's interest more than you do: that's how William and Kate felt once Harry and Meghan became the focus.” - Submitted by Anonymous

[sapphicwhxre]

smut prompts 5, 12 and 14 for draco pls??

cherry lipgloss

♡ 5: “on your knees.”

♡ 12: “i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup.”

♡ 14: “i could do this all day.”

insanity.

that’s what you were driving draco to with your new makeup. he’d never admit it because you bought it from a muggle store with granger but his imagination was running absolutely wild at the sight of your glossed red lips and matching dash of eyeshadow. the colors went so nicely with your skintone and by gods, your lips looked so fucking good. and you didn’t even realize that every lip lick or bite of your pen was going to drive draco utterly insane.

it was too much, he needed you in that moment and yanked you away from your homework. “draco, what the fuck?” you feigned irritation but were turned on by the sudden touch. desire filled his eyes and you realized his gaze was set on your glistening lips. “is that what this is about?” you smirked and draco answered by cupping your face, crashing his lips on yours fiercely. “on your knees,” he demanded and made you weak.

dropping and discarding of his clothes, you pumped his dick quickly and made a show of it for him. you bit softly on your lip and sucked sightly on the bottom one before he took grasp of your head and thrusted himself into your mouth. not taking his eyes off you, draco moaned and watched you take him. you gagged a bit, wetting your painted lips with saliva.

you pulled back a bit and tried to make up for it by gripping the length you couldn't fit in your hands but he pulled his cock out of your mouth completely. “take all of it, y/n, i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup of yours,” the blond cooed and stroked your hair. “unless you can’t for me.” eyebrow raised, you scoffed. “i could do this all day, love.” he grazed his thumb over your lip before pushing back into your open mouth. “prove it then, y/n.”

you were in for a long day ─ and night.

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[ddarker-dreams]

Hi! I've been a big fan of your writing for a while now (the First Contract fics anyway, and on another account) and I was just curious on how you manage to be descriptive while also remaining inclusive? I'm not including any physical attributes in my writing but I'm a little worried it'll still seem like an OC rather than a reader-insert and wondered if you had any tips? Thank you! 😁

hello hello!!! honestly, it’s something that took me years to completely realize, since there were some elements of keeping reader-inserts inclusive that i was just oblivious to. i think some of it could be attributed to style and point of view. for example, if the fic is from a yandere’s point of view, i’ll write about their thoughts on their darling’s beauty. you just need to stick to physical elements that everyone has without getting specific! like the hopeful glimmer in their eyes, how lovely it’d feel to run their fingers over their skin, the way their smile lights up their face.

what you don’t want to do is get much more specific than that. even stuff like saying the reader has a visible blush can put a reader out of a story if they don’t have a skintone that reddens up like fairer skin does.

i mainly try to bring the reader characters to life by making their role in the universe interesting and giving them dynamic personalities. once again, that’s more of a personal preference, but i find it works well. it’s more of an OC if you give them set physical characteristics and use a first name of your own choosing rather than [First] (or some variance of it). if you’re not doing that, then i’m sure your work falls under reader-insert just fine!

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

[image id: a portrait of jon sims, an indian man with gold glasses on a chain and longish scruffy black hair. (it’s turned into a bit of a mullet in his attempts to grow it out, but he’s making it work.) he’s wearing his fancy clothes from chapter seven of two ships passing- a pink and gold saree, a navy choli top, and bangles. in addition, he has pierced ears, several fancy rings (including an ace ring), gold nail polish, and pink eyeshadow. he’s running his hand through his hair and smiling shyly. end id.]

ron @gerrydelano has been working on going through his fic two ships passing and adding more elements of jon’s indian heritage, with my assistance! i’m very very happy about this, as i’m indian myself and it’s nice to see myself represented in media.

the fact that needs to be addressed is that this should not be an outlier. the fandom consensus of jon as an indian man is personally something i appreciate seeing, and i don’t think it should be changed, but despite how he appears in art, his ethnicity is never addressed.

i’ve seen several posts speaking about how people are falling into racist sterotypes. my belief is that this is caused because, in the guise of being ‘progressive’, people are choosing ethnicities for characters and not considering the ramifications at all, and the problems with that go both ways; don’t just avoid monster!jon or similar, draw on aspects of indian culture while writing him.

the ‘ambigiously brown’ trope seems to have gotten so far into the fandom that i have seen image ids on works that note jon as ‘a brown-skinned man’ but seem to have no problem calling their georgie black, martin filipino, or agnes white (or whatever races their particular designs are, ofc). he is not ‘a brown-skinned man’. he is an indian person. you are drawing him as what an indian person looks like.

i’m available if anyone would like to learn more about indian people, and so is the internet. look up things about the culture! don’t be scared of being incorrect- as long as you don’t lean too far into it (for example, don’t write a narrative about him, say, dealing with the large amount of homophobia in indian culture- as that’s not your story to tell or your culture to be critical of-, or borrow aesthetics from hinduism, an active and thriving religion that i myself, as well as i assume other tma fans, are a part of), giving him things like pierced ears, a taste for indian food, or a dislike of shoes in his house is the kind of flavor that can go a long way towards diminishing the racism in the fandom.

tl;dr: if you are depicting jon sims as an indian man, make him an indian man and not just a white man you’ve given a dark skintone to.