#I've been playing it nonstop

[postfuturistikarcturus]

Don't say make me

'cause i will, I'll make you

Don't you push me in my own yard

[thirstywaffles]

Good morning 🌅

[cryley]

I hope matty is enjoying tears of the kingdom

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[dlartistanon]

"Irreplacable"

[thejaytapes]

Do y'all fw Fox McCloud...

[justdeich]

Ok so like Ortho but Pearl drone gear

I'm so normal about this dlc-

Hello sploon and twst enjoyers

[voixprizma]

so, who's else ready for sprout update

[everysongineverykey]

as much as i love stardew valley i really don't like the emphasis it places on marriage and kids. it's just something about the way that you HAVE to add a nursery to your house in order to complete the house upgrade achievement (and of course you need all achievements to achieve 100% completion), the way having kids is an achievement in itself. the way that when your spouse asks you if you want to have kids your options are "yes" and "not now". i'm genuinely really thankful for the option to turn your kids into doves. the way the DAY after you become best friends with someone single you get a letter in the mail telling you how to ask someone out, the way there's ANOTHER achievement for dating ten people (well. it's really for reaching a ten-heart friendship level with like eight people but there are only so many people you can do that with without dating them). the way the mayor says at your wedding ceremony that "from this day onward, [name] is going to be just as much a part of the community as anyone else" implying that you weren't a part of the community until you got married. the way the eight heart events are supposed to just be you becoming best friends with that person but at least three people's events involve them secretly being in love with you during that supposedly platonic cutscene. i personally love getting married in stardew valley but not everybody wants that and the pressure the game puts on you to settle down and have a nice little family with 2.5 kids kind of puts a damper on the fun.

[cerise-on-top]

Hank, Sanford and Deimos with a Reader who does Handcrafts

Gonna post my old MadCom stuff since people seem interested in it! I didn't write too much back then, but I'll post it anyway and hope for some MadCom requests as well! What the title says! Reader knits, crochets and embroiders in this! The format is different from how I usually write, but that's because I wrote this months ago, if not in 2022! I don't remember when, but it's been a while since I wrote this!

Hank

If you get his attention while doing one of your crafts, expect him to just stare at you for a while. He knows what knitting is, since you can use those needles to stab someone with enough force, but he never really cared much for any of it. So, seeing you do those small, but precise movements has him somewhat curious. If you beckon him closer to check out what you’re doing, he will approach you, taking your piece from your hands and gently examining it, before returning it to you.

While he won’t join you that often due to his occupation, Hank will lie down next to you from time to time, watching you work until he falls asleep eventually. Doing so next to you, especially when you’re knitting or doing embroidery, takes a lot of trust on his behalf, so it’s a rather rare occurrence, but it might happen. Still, sometimes even Nevada’s most wanted can’t resist getting some sleep in.

If you give him a scarf or anything of the likes it might seem like he doesn’t like it at first. As he only grunts in acknowledgement and doesn’t wear it, it might seem disheartening at first glance. But rest assured, he’s well aware that him wearing it would only get it covered in blood, and he wouldn’t want your creation, that you put so much love into, to get sullied like that. Hank does keep it somewhere hidden where only he can find it so that it won’t get stolen as well, he truly does treasure anything you give him.

Sanford

He has helped his mother crocheting every once in a while when he was young by holding her wool for her. Sanford always thought it to be really cool how you can make something so beautiful out of something as simple as wool and yarn. Much like he did when he was younger, he’ll hold your yarn for you, making it more comfortable to knit or crochet for you. Unlike Hank and Deimos, he will try to learn it as well. It seems relaxing, so why not? But by no means is he a master. Due to his strength, he will likely rip the yarn and wool apart from time to time and come to you for help.

In order to relax and unwind a bit, he’ll likely come to you and ask if you would like to practise your craft for and with him. Having you around in and of itself already makes Sanford happy, but just getting to spend time with you without having to worry about being killed by the enemy makes it all the better. If you let him, he will hold you close, lean into you, put you on his lap, anything you’re comfortable with.

Please give him a sweater. Because he’s never wearing a shirt he gets cold fairly easily. He’ll cherish it dearly and wear it whenever he can, and whenever he knows it won’t get ripped. Another thing he’d be very happy with would be a piece of embroidery. It reminds him of better times and gives him hope, especially when your piece of art is something pleasant and sweet to look at. Because of that, he will put it up somewhere in his room where he can always see it. Even if Deimos makes fun of him for it, he will simply lightly jab at the smoker, all the while smiling at it.

Deimos

He’ll lovingly call you a grandma for having hobbies like these. Even while doing embroidery, where you stab things thousands of times, he will snicker at you whenever he catches you doing any of these things. Though, he doesn’t mind that sort of thing at all since that means you’ll be sitting still for a while, meaning you’ll give him a chance to unwind with him. Deimos will wrap his arms around you, leaning onto you or just cuddle into you in general. No fighting, no getting hurt, just watching you do the same movements over and over again.

Despite possibly calling you boring, he does have great respect for your craft, since he can’t do any of it. It’s too tedious and he can’t sit around for long enough doing something like this. It’s simply not exciting enough. But the moment you give him his first sweater, he will think it’s the most awesome thing to ever exist. Proud as a peacock, he will flaunt and taunt his new piece of clothing, especially to Sanford and Hank, declaring just what a great lover he has.

Present him with a plushie and his mind will be blown. He always thought knitting and crocheting are just for woolly hats and sweaters and scarves and all. If he sees you made him a tiny grunt, he will simply lose it, run around the Status Quo base and show everyone what you’re capable of. It doesn’t even matter to him whether or not it looks good. Your hands are magical to him and absolutely everyone has to know just how cool and epic you are.

[old-man-hell]

[momhwa-agenda]

come back to me

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Sangyeon/Female Reader

WARNINGS: Angst, comfort, make-up sex (MINORS DNI)

SUMMARY: Two weeks have passed and you still haven't spoken to Sangyeon since that fight. Since you told him you wanted to take a break. Deep down you wanted to talk things over, finally set things straight. You loved him you always have, and so did he. Now it was just a matter of swallowing your pride and making things right with him.

A/N: This felt like a real breakup tbh. I had a concept in mind and I was really in the feels for this...I always am. It's Lee Sangyeon, since when was I normal about him? Then one day I got caught in the rain, on my way home after doing some errands, and I got the ideas on what to write for this piece. Special shout out to @kitschun who talked me through the angsty delusions. Reminding me that opposites attract.

TAGLIST: @daisyvisions @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez

You glance at the clock and sigh. It's been two weeks since you and Sangyeon decided to take a break from your relationship. The emotional distance had grown too vast even before you decided to take time off each other, and the gnawing suspicion that he might be cheating on you only worsened things. You stare at your phone, the urge to call him battling with your pride. But before you can decide, a text notification pops up. It's Sangyeon.

"Can we meet? We need to talk."

You hesitate, your heart racing. Finally, you type back, "Okay. Where?"

"Usual spot. 15 minutes?"

"Fine."

You grab your coat and head out, the ominous clouds overhead matching your mood. When you arrive at the café, he's already there, looking as tense as you feel. You sit down across from him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hi," he says softly.

"Hi," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I've missed you," he starts, his eyes searching yours.

A moment of silence fills you and Sangyeon’s booth in the café until you let out a scoff. “Interesting choice of location considering our current state. Through our time together, you never once struck me as someone who needed an audience when discussing personal matters,” you remark.

“Would you have agreed to go to my apartment then?” Sangyeon counters, his voice still gentle but with an edge of frustration. “I know you’re angry at me, Y/N. I’ve known in the years we’ve been dating, and I knew inviting you to talk things out at my place would have made you feel trapped and forced.”

"Then why the text?" you snap back, the frustration bubbling up. "You can't just expect things to go back to normal after everything."

"Because it’s killing me, Y/N," he says, his voice low. "After that fight we had and you told me you needed space, what was I supposed to think? That it was the end? That we couldn’t talk things over?"

A lump starts to form in your throat. Your anger hasn’t subsided, but you feel it in your heart—you want to fix things. The fact that Sangyeon is here, pleading once more to mend the relationship, both uplifts and tears at you. You clear your throat, attempting to control the tears that threaten to pour out.

"Sangyeon…I needed to know if you were seeing someone else," you manage. “I’ve been feeling so inadequate around you…you’re just so perfect, kind, and loving…yet it sometimes feels like the whole universe doesn’t consider us a good fit. In the process, I started to think that you would cheat on me.”

Sangyeon purses his eyebrows together, shutting his eyes. Even he was starting to fight his own tears. "Y/N, I swear I would never cheat on you. How could you think that?"

"How could I not?" you counter, your voice rising. "We’ve both been so busy with work and life, I didn’t know how to tell you about this. You treat me like I’m your world, but I can’t help but think I’m so selfish for inconveniencing you with my insecurities! And don’t even get me started on that old classmate of yours at the reunion who seemed to be your picture-perfect idea of a girlfriend. What else was I supposed to think?"

"It's not what you think," he says, running a hand through his hair. He reaches for your hand, but you move away from him, the action making Sangyeon’s blood run cold.

“Y/N, she’s just a classmate. You’re perfect the way you are.”

Your anger simmers, but doubt begins to creep in. "You could have told me."

"I know," he admits. "I should have. But I didn't want to worry you, since you also had a lot on your plate."

“Well, you could have. You could have reassured me that we were still going strong, that you still loved me.”

“Yeah, and I’m not a mind-reader all the time! Sometimes I can’t figure you out unless you talk to me,” he fires back, his anger finally rising to the surface. Neither of you pay attention to the thunder rumbling outside, which somehow matches the tension between you two.

“Then tell me! Tell me to my face right now I’m a burden to you!”

Sangyeon shakes his head "Why did I even bother…this was a mistake," he mutters, but you manage to hear what he says.

You feel as if a rug was pulled from under your feet, your body starts running cold. You sniff, surrendering to the tears that begin to pour down your cheeks.

“Glad you finally told me what you want,” you say, getting up from your seat and leaving the café.

He follows you outside, and that's when you realize just how hard the rain is pouring. The streets are close to flooding, the water rising ominously at the edges of the sidewalks.

"Y/N, you can't go home by yourself in this weather," he insists, grabbing your arm. "It's too dangerous!"

"I'll be fine!" you snap, pulling away. You open your umbrella, but the wind is so strong it nearly blows it out of your hand.

"Please," he says, his voice softer now. "Let me walk you home. I don't want you to get hurt."

You hesitate, the anger still simmering but less intense now. Reluctantly, you nod. "Fine. But don't think this changes anything."

He takes the umbrella from you, holding it above both of your heads as you start the walk back to your apartment. The rain is relentless, the wind whipping around you, making it difficult to see where you're going.

"Be careful," Sangyeon warns as you navigate the slick streets. "Watch your step."

"Yes, I know, Sangyeon!" you snap, but there's no real venom in your voice. It's hard to stay angry when you're both struggling against the elements.

A particularly strong gust of wind nearly tears the umbrella from his grip, and you both wind up laughing as you fight to keep it steady. It's ridiculous, really, trying to stay dry in this downpour.

"This is hopeless!" you say, shaking your head. "We're going to get soaked no matter what."

He chuckles. "Might as well embrace it, right?"

You glance at him, surprised by his change in attitude. Despite everything, you can't help but smile. Maybe it's the absurdity of the situation, or maybe it's the way he's looking at you, but for a moment, it feels like it used to. Before the arguments, before the doubts.

The rain intensifies, and soon you're both drenched, your clothes sticking to your skin. The umbrella is practically useless now, but you cling to it anyway, more out of stubbornness than anything else.

As you near your apartment, the wind picks up even more, and you struggle to keep hold of the umbrella. Sangyeon steps closer, taking it from you completely.

"Let me," he says, his voice gentle. "You're going to hurt yourself."

You let him, the small gesture chipping away at the last of your resistance. By the time you reach your building, you're both laughing, breathless from the effort of fighting the storm.

"That's not how I pictured our moment in the rain to pan out," Sangyeon says with a wry smile.

You roll your eyes. "What do you mean? When I told you about that fantasy of dancing and then kissing in the rain, you scolded me and said I would get sick."

"Yeah, I did," he admits, a small smile playing on his lips. "But it’s something I remembered."

His words catch you off guard, a flutter stirring in your stomach. You hadn't expected him to remember that conversation, let alone mention it now.

"Come on," you say, feeling a sudden warmth despite the cold. "You can wash up and stay here until the rain dies down."

He nods, and you both head upstairs to your apartment. Once inside, you peel off your soaked jacket and shoes, shivering from the chill. Sangyeon stands awkwardly in the hallway, dripping water on the floor.

"You can use the bathroom first," you say, pointing him in the right direction. "The towels are in the cabinet."

"T-thanks," he says, his voice soft. Yet, Sangyeon doesn’t move an inch and instead looks at you as if he’s been holding something back.

You hesitate for a moment, then turn around and say, “Okay wait. It’s too soon but…look, you’re drenched and I don’t want you getting sick, so what if…”

“No, Y/N, you can go first, it's okay,” he assures you, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes.

“I meant…we could clean each other up,” you suggest, the invitation catching you both by surprise.

He looks at you, eyes wide, then nods slowly. “If you’re okay with it.”

“Yeah,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’ll save us time, and…it’s not like we’re complete strangers.”

You step into the bathroom and he follows right behind you, the tension from the argument still lingering but softened by this unexpected intimacy. As you undress, you catch glimpses of each other, the familiarity of the routine blending with the novelty of the moment.

“Oof! Oh no,” you grunt, struggling to remove your jeans, which have become heavy and drenched from the rain. Sangyeon notices your struggle. He hesitates, unsure whether to offer help or let you manage on your own. Although you were the one who suggested showering together — something he had been thinking about before you mentioned it — he didn't want to be too forward until you signaled that you were ready, hoping for a sign that conveyed not just “I need your help” but also “I don’t want to be mad at you anymore, I forgive you.”

“Ugh, Sangyeon, please, my pants are being a bitch. Can you help?”

Sangyeon exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Kneeling down, he grips the waistband and begins to pull your jeans down. Though you could have managed this on your own, Sangyeon is now at your feet, helping you out of the wet fabric. Once the jeans are down to your ankles, he steadies you as you lift your feet out of the garment. The lingering looks you share all the while remind you why this was a risky decision.

“Thanks…I can take off everything else from here,” you say. Sangyeon stands up, clears his throat, and turns away to give you privacy as you remove your undergarments.

The shower is warm, and you both stand under the stream, letting the water wash away the cold and the remnants of your fight. Sangyeon reaches for the soap, lathering it between his hands before gently rubbing it across your back. You close your eyes, the simple touch bringing a flood of memories and emotions.

You take the soap from him, your hands trembling slightly as you start to lather his chest. You’d forgotten how big and solid his body was, the feel of his muscles under your fingers. The silence between you is thick, charged with unspoken words and lingering feelings.

In the middle of lathering soap on his body, Sangyeon reaches out to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “I really missed you,” he says, his voice soft and earnest.

You look up at him, meeting his gaze. “I missed you too,” you respond, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leans in, his forehead resting against yours. "I don't want to fight anymore."

"Me neither," you say, your heart aching with the truth of it.

The space between you disappears when leans down, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth of his mouth against yours, the sensation of his wet skin against your own, brings a rush of emotions. You deepen the kiss, your hands roaming over his body, reacquainting yourself with every line and curve.

As the kiss grows more passionate, you feel a familiar heat building between you. Sangyeon's hands slide down your back, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. His touch is gentle yet insistent, a reminder of how much he’s missed you.

You pull away from the kiss, tightening your grip on his arms. Leaning your forehead against his chest, your hands move to his back, pressing your fingers into his skin, fearing that he’d be stripped away from you. “Please…come back to me,” you begin to sob.

Sangyeon brings his hand to cup your cheek. You look up at him and find that he is crying too. You don’t see him cry often, which makes you cry even more. “I never left. And I never will, Y/N, you hear me?”

You nod. “Yes, loud and clear.” Your lips are reunited once more, the kiss filled with desperation and longing. Eventually your kisses venture down further, with whispers of praise in each touch.

He then hoists you up, presses you against the wall, and without wasting time, he inches his throbbing cock to your pussy lips, glistening with need. When you feel him inching slowly inside you, his deep thrusts overcome you with passion. You haven’t even come yet, but having Sangyeon fill you up completely sends you to the heavens. Hearing your moans and feeling your warm cunt hug him so well is a song Sangyeon has missed. The patter of water from the shower head hitting your skin mixes with the rhythm of your bodies moving together, creating a symphony of intimacy.

Through labored breaths, Sangyeon declares his love for you as he thrusts into your cunt. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve always loved you.”

You cling to him, bucking up your hips to meet his thrusts, as your own whispered confessions blends with his. “I love you too, Sangyeon. I never stopped.”

Your shared moans fill the shower as the past weeks of pain and misunderstandings are washed away. Neither of you could help yourselves. Those two weeks apart tortured you both deeply, that both your movements and touches were so desperate…rough…as if this was the first and the last time you would feel each other like this.

When you tangle your fingers in his hair, Sangyeon looks at you with hooded eyes filled with lust and yearning.

“Y/N…I..”

“Inside please I want all of you, Sangie!” you plead.

As you both reach the peak of your passion together, Sangyeon feels so drunk on the euphoria, that he continues to thrust faster, letting you both linger in the state of bliss, until he eventually slows down, cradling you in his arms. The world outside ceases to exist, leaving only the two of you in this moment of rekindled love.

[honeybeebabs]

my version of this meme with my current obsession

[feralkwe]

me: well, given kit and thancred's fight, if dawntrail ends my ot3 i will just have to accept that

dawntrail:

we're so back, baby.

[skellagirl]

(me, crawling out of a hole in the ground covered in dirt and blood and bruises): somebody please...... talk to me about Potion Permit................

(also go read my fuckin uhhhhh self indulgent matheo/chemist oneshot)

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[hrokkall]

The self pallette reminds me of Mr. Gabriel Ultrakill

-🥊

Well, I don't remember 2012 But I heard the world would turn to hell And compared to that, well I'm doing well So I pray to God it really did