#LMAOO THIS LOOKS HORRID

[thecrazyphantom]

Lmaoo I tried to draw my costume with image editor.

I think I did great 😎

(It's Zelda)

[thesovereignsring-if]

She hides it well, but there is a softness in her usually hard topaz gold eyes. There is a wistfulness to her and something else- something more vulnerable and precious.

Wordcount: 2.3k+

It's out! This monster that has consumed my life and every waking thought for the past few days. (T﹏T`) This started out as a funny and simple idea that ran away from me and that's how we got here. Honestly it's kind of spoilery and I honestly don't know if I'm releasing it too early or not, but I don't care!! Take this horrid plot bunny and enjoy it. I'll answer any questions to the best of my abilities without spoilers! It's angsty to me because I've been with these characters from the beginning, but I have no idea how you guys will take it lmaoo.

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Yearning

Nephilim Palace is easy to infiltrate if one knows her deepest secrets- and he knew all of them. The traveler spent a few of his boy years running through Nephilim’s hidden passageways. 

He’s dressed in a navy blue uniform with gold tassels, white trousers and brown boots. The standard issue attire for imperial officers. He had swiped the uniform years ago and still manages to fit into them today. Like all things in the empire- nothing changed. So no one had batted an eye when he slipped into the palace and joined the bustling rush of knights, officers and servants. It helps that his figure has not changed much over the years. He takes care of himself. 

The empress is in the gardens, which is strange for her. Maeve never had a love or interest in such frivolous things like flowers- well, except for standing next to them to enhance the beauty of the garden with her presence. She is vain in that way. But it was endearing. 

Today however, the traveller thinks that is not the case. Today, the gold tiara she typically wears is not sitting on her pretty head. 

Maeve is dressed in a simple white blouse and trousers. Her thick blonde hair is pulled up into a ponytail,reminiscent of her days as a Shield Maiden. It’s been five years since Maeve Nibel Astrea ascended the throne and during that time, that stylish chair with the fancy cushion had not softened her slender, but toned figure. In her fitting attire, the traveler could admire the hard curve of her biceps, the slope of her thighs- and, of course, her shapely, supple round ass. Yes, she was still every bit the warrior queen she was when they had first met. She takes care of herself too. 

She is leaning against a stone pillar draped in a swirling mess of vines with her back facing him. The traveller can tell she is fiddling with something in her hands and is getting frustrated, tapping the toe of her boot against the marble tiles incessantly. 

Curious, the traveler leans over her shoulder. 

“Aren’t you a bit too old to play with teddy bears?” He says. 

“Spite the Herald!” The empress jumps and swerves around to face him, slapping his chest at the sight of him. “Lugh!” Maeve rasps, looking absolutely winded and ravishing. “By the Light of the Alfather- what are you doing here?” 

Lugh shrugs his shoulders with a wolfish grin, “I got your missive a fortnight ago and decided to visit.” 

Maeve cocks a brow, “aren’t you supposed to be running your own kingdom, Lugh?” 

“Is that not what my wives are for?” 

“Last I recall, your job is to ensure they don’t kill each other.” 

“Well,they do get along when left alone in their own territories,” the king chuckles, “they can play nice for a full moon's turn…I think?” 

Maeve juts her hip out crossing her arms, “that sounds very reassuring, Lugh.” 

“Humor me, Maeve. I traveled all the way here by boat thinking you’d like a shoulder to lean on. Let’s not think of civil war invoking hypotheticals,” Lugh laughs, guiding the empress away to a nearby bench in the shade. It’s behind a large bush of hydrangeas. Here they can have some time together away from curious eyes. 

Lugh pulls out the heavy wooden basket from behind his back, tugging back the lid, revealing an assortment of small fruits, cheese and most importantly Brigian Wines- her favourites. 

“I wouldn’t necessarily say this is an occasion worth celebrating,” Maeve says dryly as Lugh hands her a cup of wine. She swirls the glass, raising the rim to her nose so she could smell its sweet and fruity aroma. “I’m not as active as I used to be, Lugh. I’m going to get fat eating all this.” 

“Live a little, Maeve. A little cheese isn’t going to kill you. I’ll get you to work it off afterwards.” Lugh chuckles warmly as Maeve rolls her eyes, murmuring something akin to real smooth, Lugh.

Together, the king and empress enjoy the silence of the garden and Lugh’s basket of goodies. At some point, Lugh decides it was time to break the silence. He hums, plucking a grape from the basket and dropping into his mouth. “Murder or natural causes?” He asks. 

There is a thoughtful pause before she speaks, “Neither, surprisingly enough. ” Maeve stares grimly off into the distance, “she took it herself.”

Lugh nearly winces as the acidic sweet-sour wine splashes on his tongue. “Shit,” the king swears, turning to his companion, “Ledea had kids, didn’t she?” 

Maeve nods mutely, “the youngest one is but a babe. Five years old.” Lugh’s heart sinks. Thea, one of his own babes was five years old as well. She was a precious thing. “And the eldest turned thirteen last fall.” 

“The cripple?” The king asks, recalling Prince Vayne's eldest child. 

“Yes,” Maeve nods, sipping her wine. “He has a good head on his shoulders- he had everything under control by the time I got there. 

Which is impressive for a child. He was running the duchy and taking care of the little one with great ease. He had assistance from his retainers and the middle child, of course, but he was more put together than I expected. I was impressed. The little one was clinging to him the entire time I was there.” 

There is a sweet wistfulness to Maeve’s voice, a tone Lugh doesn’t hear much from the usual high and mighty empress. 

Lugh’s eyes wander to her thighs, which are supple, but tone with muscle and stare at the flimsy brown teddy bear. Looks like an old thing, a relic from Maeve’s childhood that she must have loved dearly. It’s barely holding together at the seams. The thread looks frayed and ratty, but Lugh can see the glossy shine to the new thread she was attempting to sew in. The stitch work was pitiful at best; uneven and slanted in every direction. Spirits, she was terrible at needle work. 

“Is that why you were fixing up that little bear?” Lugh asks kindly, stifling a chuckle with his hand,”are you planning to send it to the babe?” 

Maeve shoots him a dirty glare as her cheeks turn pink. She’s so pretty. Then takes the teddy bear and hides it behind her back, away from his line of sight. She squirms in her spot. “I’m not sending Joseph anywhere. He’s going to be a gift. The children are coming to the capital to stay with me.” 

Oh, that was a surprise. “All three of them?” Lugh blinks, “and the Duchy is fine with their new lord living so far from home?” 

“I’m not going to separate the children after their mother died and I wasn’t very keen on the idea of having them away from family,” Maeve says hotly, furrowing her brows. “Look. I may hate Ledea, but I’m not going to let my blood suffer so far away from me. They’re all wards to the Crown now, so I can do as I please. I’d like to see anyone try to stop me.”

Lugh could relate. His little brood of children stayed with their mothers, but they were never far from his reach, they were, at most, a day's worth of travel from the castle. 

But there are more Maeve’s words than just that, Lugh realizes, watching the empress as she sips her wine with flushed cheeks. She hides it well, but there is a softness in her usually hard topaz gold eyes. There is a wistfulness to her and something else- something more vulnerable and precious. A softness he’s only seen under the soft glow of candlelight. 

Lugh chuckles to himself, feeling a sharp tug in his gut. He understands what it is. It draws Maeve’s attention, but he says nothing. Instead, he reaches into his basket, pulls out a round pomegranate and cracks it in two, presenting a bountiful cluster of bright red and juicy seeds. The king takes a ruby seed and rolls it between his index finger and thumb before slipping it into his mouth and crushing it against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. 

It tastes bittersweet. 

Lugh swallows. “You know, I could have given you a babe years ago if that’s what you really wanted.” 

“The only babe I’ll ever have would belong to my lord husband,” Maeve says quietly, averting her eyes the moment they met his, but in that brief moment, one no shorter than a breath, Lugh saw a flash of pain behind her golden eyes. 

Lugh drags his tongue along the blunt rim of his teeth, revelling in the sour-sweetness of the pomegranate. “Your great Empire would never tolerate their empress being one of many wives to a foreign king,” Lugh shakes head, his lips straining to smile. “Well, you never liked sharing to begin with.” 

“I wouldn’t have been your first choice anyway- and more than sharing, I hate being second place,” Maeve says quietly. It stabs him like a hot knife to the chest. He hates hurting her. He’d rather claw his eyes out before any harm comes to her first. 

But…he could not deny it. Horrible as it may sound. He loved Giselle, she left an imprint on his heart that no one could usurp, but that did not mean his feelings for Maeve were any less than true. Giselle was gone. Their time together was over. And yet, her ghost still sits between them.  

“…Perhaps in another life, where we met and married first, we’d have our own gaggle of children to coddle- but that’s not reality,” Maeve says, throwing her head back and downing her glass of wine in one go. When she finishes she sets the glass aside and plucks a few seeds from Lugh’s pomegranate and tosses them into her mouth. 

That’s a surprise, Lugh thought. The pomegranate was for him. Maeve usually had no taste for tart and sour things. 

“I don’t know what it means to be a mother,” Maeve says to the sky, rising to her feet with her teddy bear in hand. “Mine died giving birth to me. I have no real frame of reference- but I want…I want to try. Ledea’s little babe…When I first laid on them, I never thought I’d ever feel this way towards someone else in my life. There’s a connection, a pull that I can’t help but feel.” Then she sighs, looking down at the ratty teddy bear. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to replace Ledea as a mother…but if I could be there or look after the children in her place…I think that will be enough.” 

“You’ll be a good mother,” Lugh says firmly, setting the fruit aside to stand next to her, cupping her face, flushed and rosy from wine, with his hands. “Even if the children won’t say it to your face, even if they ignore your efforts or appreciate you. I know you, Maeve. That child will know nothing, but love.”    

“...You’re not angry with me?” She asks softly. Her gold eyes flickering with a soft, fragile light. Her voice is so small… 

It hurts. It hurts so much he feels like drowning. There is nothing Lugh wants more than a child with her gold woven hair and sparkling topaz eyes. A babe with her bright, all consuming smile.. but Lugh’s made his peace. He’ll take whatever she gives him and he’ll accept it gladly because it’s better than not having her at all. That would be death. 

“I’ll love any child of yours, Maeve,” he says instead. And that is the truth. “Even if it’s not a babe of my own. I’ll love it. I won’t be able to physically be there every step of the way, but my spirit, my light, will be with you, my love. I mean it.” 

Her lips taste bitter, tart and sweet all at once and he doesn’t mind. Such is life. He swallows it all without protest and if he drowns he’d welcome it gladly. There is no place he’d rather be than right here, with her in his arms. 

When they part her golden eyes are shimmering with a hint of tears, but her smile is brighter than the sun. Then she laughs, bright and fluttery, then pries his hands from her cheeks. “Your hands are sticky! I’m going to get pimples, Lugh!” 

“You’d still be pretty, don’t worry,” Lugh apologies with a small smile on his face as she smacks his arm in protest. He’s glad that she’s happy. It’s all he’d ever wanted for her. Perhaps with the children with her, Maeve will be less lonely in the palace. Nephilim was a lonely place to live alone. 

“Come on, let’s go inside and wash up, then maybe you can put me to work like you promised,” Maeve says coyly, tucking the teddy bear away in one hand and reaching for his own hand with the other. 

“So soon, Maeve?” Lugh asks, “it’s hardly midday and there’s still so much food to eat. I don’t think there’ll be a lot to work off. ” 

“I’ve had my fill. And…I’ve missed you,” Maeve confesses with a bashful, hooded stare. 

Ah, well, Lugh is definitely not going to argue against that. 

The king takes the empress’s hand, enjoying the way her slender fingers wrap around his own and takes the heavy basket in the other. He likes the way her thick head of hair feels on his shoulder and how her smile lifts his heart. 

They leave towards the palace hand in hand. Lugh wonders what the servants and the guards will think when they see him dressed in a simple officer’s uniform. There is no way to hide his identity when he’s next to her. He thinks it’ll be funny. 

“Oh! That reminds me,” Maeve pipes up, “the little one’s birthday is coming up in a few moons. If it’s not too much trouble, I was thinking…” 

[silverbriseis]

Kyman YouTuber x Twitch streamer au where they are both popular creators on their both respective platforms yet literally both them and their fans hate each other with a extreme burning passion

Cartman was already like canonically a YouTuber(the cartmanbrah thing) but I do think he'd fit better as a twitch streamer, anyways he would definitely be like a ishowspeed type of streamer, where he's so controversial it leads to infamy to actual fame, for every hater he has, he has 3 more fans that find him incredibly hilarious. He'd definitely be aware of his notoriety and try profitting off of it, although he'd probably slow down over time because he doesn't want any of the sponsors to drop him LMAO.

Now over to Kyle, I think he'd have like the total opposite of Cartmans career, where Cartman blew up incredibly fast because of his persona, Kyle would have started earlier and overtime rose to popularity,at first he'd definitely be one of those "hidden gems" type of youtubers, where he has a small but dedicated fanbase that enjoy the variety of his content. I think he'd have like many types of videos(video essays and raising awareness for other important topics) at first, his videos are quite awkward and janky but overtime you can see him improve him as his mic quality gets better and his videos get more detailed, he'd be known for a few very popular call-out videos he made for other creators, his fans would love him because of of his sincerity and how he isn't afraid to call out other people on their bs, and whereas Cartman is loud and brash, Kyle is very polite and civil(even in his call-out videos) and he very rarely gets mad or rages out loud in his videos(well until cartman shows up in his videos LMAO)

I think they'd both blow up at the same time and get extreme amounts of attention, Cartman because of his streaming and his very horrid remarks and Kyle because of a very well-researched 3 HOURS long video essay where the topic/title is basically "How content creators breed toxicity in their community and others" with a HUGE png of cartman slapped onto the thumbnail. (Most of the segments are basically about Cartman with passing mentions of other creators) Anyways his fans would notice a big difference in his behavior in this new video because of how frustrated he is LMAO and how much he uses subjective language, "HES A RUDE, MANIPULATIVE SOCIOPATHIC ANTISEMITIC ASSHOLE WHO HAS NO REGARD FOR ANYONE ELSE AND HIS FANS AND SHOULD BE BANNED FROM THE PLATFORM" he'd def gain new fans from this but I think cartmans fans would find the video and start clowning/spam the comment section and Kyles new and old fans would defend him and now both of their fambases are basically waging war on each other

(Also even before the essay or when they both gained fame, Cartman would tweet about how much Kyles videos/channel suck ON HIS MAIN ACCOUNT like "Wow Kyle looks extra bitchy in this video, Is he on his period?/ Kyle uses so much of his jew brain in this video yet his conclusion here is much so dumb like multiverses are____"

Anyways Cartman would sooo definitely tease the shit of Kyle after that video, he'd be like "Kahl, obviously, I'm your reason for fame you shouldn't treat me so- AW SHIT, KIYAL THAT FUCKINH HURTS" and Kyle "Your fatass deserves it"

Also they would narrowly avoid being cancelled because of their behavior towards each other, Cartman for his (implied) antisemitism calling Kyle a jew many times as an insult and Kyle for his (very direct) fatphobia towards Cartman lmao fortunately when anyone tries to cancel the two of them, both of their fanbases put aside their differences and defend them from everything.

Just wait until the yaoi fangirls(us) find them and kickstart a new saga LMAOO

[cosmossoleil]

Prompts: Belief, Violent, Glimpse, Hero - @jegulus-microfic - Word count: 670 (lmaoo mushed all these days together.)

Regulus’s head had a massive headache.

He feels scratchy cotton blankets below his arms, the texture unpleasant on his skin. He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion without opening his eyes when he then notices the feeling of a hand cupping his own.

He slowly opens his eyes to be greeted by the darkness of the Infirmary, the only light source of light coming from the candlelight that’s to the left of him. He slowly sits up and groans softly, he looks around for a few seconds before his eyes land on the brown curls that’s lying beside his hip, the hand that belongs to those curls loosely holds his own hand.

His heart violently slams against his chest and his face heats up at the sight, James never failed to make his heart react this way. They’ve only recently gotten closer after he was able to let go of the beliefs he was raised on and about ‘Family Loyalties’.

He escaped that horrid house and moved in with the Potters and his brother not too long ago.

Though he does try to keep the growing crush he has on James down as far as he could.

Regulus shifts around some more, and that seems to finally rouse up the gryffindor from his sleep. When James opens his eyes, seeing that Regulus was sitting up and staring at him; he jolts up to a sitting position and grips his hand tightly before letting it go.

“Regulus!”

James leans forward and moves his hand to cup his face, Regulus lets out a sputtered sound out of surprise, his face now feeling like someone casted Incendio towards it. His blue-grey eyes staring as James’ eyes scanned over his face as he’s asking a million questions a minute.

“Are you alright? Nothing hurts, does it? I can’t believe that Ravenclaw knocked you off your broom from that height!”

Ah. That’s right. He fell off his broom in the middle of a game between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

“I’m fine, James. You’re overreacting.” He huffs, wrapping his hands around James’ wrists.

James shakes his head as he moves to sit on the bed and scoots closer. “You can say that because you didn’t have to watch your body fall to the ground at an alarming speed, Regulus.” He whispers. “I know we deal with stuff like this all the time, but it doesn’t make it any less hurtful to watch.”

Regulus stays quiet for a moment, watching James deflate as weariness and sadness filled his eyes. It’s rare to catch a glimpse of this version of James, the one who isn’t all smiling and laughing. It made Regulus feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

 Regulus must also admit, he has had many heart attacks from watching James almost fall off his broom during his games as well.

The only difference is that Regulus wasn’t able to catch himself in time.

“Well, did the Ravenclaw seeker get in trouble at least?” he asks, trying to change the subject.

What he wasn’t expecting was James’s worried look to melt away and be replaced by a sheepish smile.

“they uh…they’re actually a few beds away from us.”

Regulus blinks for a few seconds.

“what?”

“I…I may or may not have gotten a bit violent due to my anger once he landed down.” He whispers sheepishly.

Regulus can’t believe it. James got violent…for him?

“So, it means I have detention for the next couple of days, Minnie let me off the hook for tonight since I was worried about you.” He adds.

Regulus can’t help but let out an amused snort.

“Oh, My hero.” He laughs softly, James’ face lights up at the fact he’s laughing. It always does when he accomplishes the impossible task of making him laugh.

“Always here to protect your honor.” He grins with a wink.

Regulus uses one hand to push his face away as he rolls his eyes.

"of course you are."

[three-headed-monster]

bo/dylan mini masterlist

figured i'd take the chance to plug the fics i've written for this ship while everyone is here lmaoo. more on the way too, i have plans for concussion fic this summer and others

a. the golden trio series

wrote the first one of this series right as wjc 2021 was happening, so you'll get to experience the rollercoaster of emotions that i went through within the two weeks of the dylan/bo captaincy. first two installments are platonically focused, but hopefully capture their vibes and of course, are the basis of my headcanon for them!

the latest two installments are expanded upon below, as they focus on dylan and bo's relationship

b. if these sheets were the states

the aftermath of bo's first nhl goal...not really. not unless you count scoring on your own net to be your first goal. dylan helps him pick up the pieces of himself, on the phone after.

this one was written really quickly but is one of my faves! takes place during the horrid 2021 season for the sabres, but dylan doesn't give a shit about that when bo is hurting. my first official fic for them too ig, so you get to see the really early headcanons, again.

c. under the lights tonight

this is just a really really sappy "dylan took bo to whitehorse and fucked him under the northern lights" fic. that's it. no other plot. good if you want to read a short little thing of them being in love. sorry if the porn is bad lmao

d. i still say goodnight

they're written in this one as a background pairing to kent johnson/owen power BUT i really do like how i portrayed their relationship in this one. it's pretty good if i do say so myself. includes bowen byram concussion angst, dylan cozens not knowing how to play video games, and both of them being too hopelessly in love with one another as they try to soothe a spiralling owen power. kind of how i see them now tbh? they do end up living together in this fic, so that'll be inspo for how i characterize them moving forward

anyways! that's enough from me! if anyone is interested enough to take a look at my fics, please feel free to leave a comment and to come chat with me over here on them :)) i love making new friends and let me just say, this is rejuvenating my bo/dylan writing juices. so more from me soon on them i hope!

[mint-yooxgi]

What powers did you add to demon ateez?

Ellie, I am so glad you asked!!!! Thank you for letting me indulge in my daydreams!!!!!!

Okay, so, some of them are a little basic but....

I’m thinking one of them, maybe two, can control animals at will, maybe Seonghwa and Yeosang, just because I think it fits their characters. Also, I think it would be funny to tease them about being a Disney princess with how Seonghwa’s a tailor and can manipulate animals to do his bidding. (Gisele from Enchanted, anyone? Snow White probably fits him better lmaoo). I just have this image in my mind of you learning about it and thinking it’s actually really cool and like, wanting to walk alongside like, tigers, and lions, and just any and every type of large predatory cat (jaguar, panther, cheetah, etc) and since the guys would do anything for you (and the two of them, especially, of course because this is something they can do for you), they do exactly that for you, and the image of you stalking down the hallway (or outside, I was originally thinking a grand throne room in my mind when I thought of this) flanked by the large predatory cats nearly sends them all to their knees because you look like a Queen. Not just any queen though, their Queen.

Two of them can shift into different animals at will, including ‘mythical’ creatures (they’re not very mythical to them, if they’re being honest), and it’d probably be Wooyoung and Jongho just because I think it fits their personality really well. I can just imagine them all conjuring a room full of bunnies, or cats, or something, and there ending up being two more of them than at the start because someone has decided to shift into the same creature at some point only to end up in your lap or on your chest nuzzling into your neck or purring up a storm because you’re finally giving them attention, and your hands are all over them!!! Jongho is definitely more of a nuzzler, while Wooyoung would most definitely take this opportunity to kiss (lick) you all over, the little cheeky shit.

Two more can manipulate the four basic elements, like earth, air, fire, and water - probably San and Mingi. They show off more often than not, especially if you’re lounging by the pool (more so San) since, you know, water. Plus, the way you get captivated by the intricate patterns and designs they can create by threading the water through the air makes a sense of pride fill their chest. Finally, he can do something for you that makes you happy (other than cooking, that is). Part of the reason why Mingi handles the drinks is because he can manipulate liquids, makes it more quick and efficient. The fire aspect also helps with San’s cooking, also part of the reason why Mingi almost burns the house down when he attempts to cook lmaoo. Also handy when your get cold cause he could heat you up using his body. Great for the two of them, horrid for you (and the other boys who could essentially do the same, just not as quickly or as efficiently).

Yunho and Hongjoong, I was thinking, can manipulate more intensive elements so they can essentially control the weather. Lighting, storms, lava, etc. I just have this idea that just came to me that maybe you love storms and falling asleep to the sound of rain, so on nights when you find it hard to sleep, one of them will conjure a rainstorm or something to help calm you down and soothe you to sleep. Over time, one of them, if not both, will create a lighting storm for you, and they all get to watch the wonder and amazement shine in your eyes as you observe the storm. Also, I think it would be really funny if both of them, and Mingi and San always had pissing contests about their powers, especially if you were involved.

I also have this headcanon that blood is like an aphrodisiac/alcohol to them, and every human’s blood tastes different based on the ‘quality’ of it, and the type. Hence why they rarely consume it. Besides, souls are more filling that way, and the last thing they want is to not be able to control themselves around you (even if they’ve already proven that that’s an extremely difficult thing to do, they don’t need to make it any harder on themselves). Oh, but the first time they ever get a taste of your blood... ohohohohoho ;)

[galaxytittus]

just spent 3 billion years converting a hair and boutta go in game i just KNOooww it's gonna look horrid lmaoo

[medium-kat07]

Hello, it’s the cosplayer again !!

I’m working on the cosplay but it’s kind of difficult for me to visualize (I can’t at all) if you have photo reference of what r!wilbur hero and vigilante outfit look like that would be really helpful. Or a sketch, I have a couple ideas but because your the author I want to see what you believe he looks like since he is your character.

Thank you :D

Hggdkkgjdg hello again! Sorry if you sent this a while ago, I almost never check my inbox 😭 there's been some fanart for him that I've liked, but each design ends up a bit different bc, again, I'm not great about describing clothes 💀

Here's one sketch that @roma-sha did of the vigilante outfit! It's kind of hard to see wil's costume, but like I said, it's pretty much just the brown trenchcoat (like the pogtopia one) with patches, sweater underneath, beanie, and then goggles. Probably also gloves bc, y'know, fingerprints. I'd say they both have pretty bulky boots because the boots are supposed to have levitation built in, so falling from rooftops/windows won't hurt them, but you can't tell they're levitation boots just by looking at them.

I don't mind any adjustments you want to make to that!

Here's a Pinterest board because I'm slightly addicted to them;

https://pin.it/7bkzoSM

I'll reblog in a sec with stuff about the hero outfit!

I'm sorry if it's not quite enough detail, but if you're still having trouble after this, lmk and I might attempt to draw him and figure it all out down to the last hair! (despite my horrid artistic skills lmaoo)

[rrxnjun]

lmaoo tho i did have a dora haircut 😂😂😂 but thankfully it was at an age that it looked cute and not horrid. universal experience indeed 😂😂😂

AHAHAHA im glad it was cute on you. i was like 14/15 when i wanted a cute bob but i ended up looking like dora and got made fun of SO MUCH i even cried about it 😭😭😭

[y6emiko]

idia shroud thirst — cw.  ♡ 18+ MINORS DNI. vibrators, exhibitionism?? idk LMAOO, edging, creampies, overstimulation, switch!reader, idia being a perv pt.2 

losing a bet with idia, as he smirks at you with malicious intent... he's been dreaming of this ever since you joined the board games club.. begging you to join in a game with him instead of azul, you caved in and accepted his offer, not noticing that horrid smile on his face as you sit down to play a game of chess.

he pushes aside your lace panties to stick in a vibrator up your pussy, "hehe... you have to wear this for the entire day now.." he mutters through heavy breaths, as you squirm in embarrassment. he secures the vibrator's wires and controls into your stockings, as he stands up to admire his work.. you shifted awkwardly, skirt slightly bunched up to see your panties, and the wires very visible to students if they checked your thighs.... you kept looking away from his burning gaze in humiliation. idia holds up a remote to your eyes, as if taunting you. "shall we test it first?~" your eyes widened at the sight, as he clicks on the highest setting. "idia you fucking—" your legs shuddered as a shockwave of pleasure shot up in your legs. you kneeled down as you bit back moans, eyes tearing up as it kept vibrating and pushing up your sweet spot. idia greatly enjoyed this, as he kept his finger on the button, cock straining against his sweatpants. "i-idia—" you cried out, "stop— haah!.. it..! you p-perv.. —" eyes watering when you feel the knot inside you tighten and tighten by the minute. "whoops..." idia removed his finger from the button. you feel the vibrations die down, as you lay against the chair, chest rising up and down slowly, recovering from it, a shame you didn't cum though.... you glared at idia, as he just sits down on his gaming chair, a sickening smile on his features that you want to slap it off his face, hands trailing down to palm his cock through his pants.. "fuckin' creep..." — ace and deuce keeps worrying that you seem unwell, as you keep stumbling over and shaking on each step. they offered to walk you to ramshackle.. or maybe the infirmary if it's something serious! but if they could puzzle the pieces together, and see the hidden wires underneath your stockings and hear the tiny whines and suppressed moans, they could have definitely helped you... — azul quirking a eyebrow at you when you can't make a move at chess, he takes note of your flustered face, the way your hands shake to move the chess pieces around.. you were usually quite good at chess if you concentrate, but your mind was a train-wreck with the constant buzzing inside you.. azul also takes note the way idia seems more touchy with you, and your movements.. he finally understands now once he sees idia fumble over a small remote, while your thighs shake as you stammer a excuse to "use the restroom" and bolt your way out of the room... he just gawks when he knows the truth, looking over to idia to see his creepy smile. — after a long day of the constant teasing and edging, you had enough of idia's antics. locking the door in his room and using him as a fucktoy and releasing your stress. idia is blubbering and sobbing underneath you, high on the overstimulation, eyes rolling when you ride his cock, the lines of pain and pleasure blurring in his head. you call him a gross pervert and a fucking shut-in, and he agrees, dick twitching to the degradation. you don't stop when he's released his load in you, as the lewd "shlick!" sounds bounce off the soundproof walls, his bed covered in both of your cum and drool. "haah..!— hghn..— y/n.. i-im sorry!..—" he gets cut out when you force your fingers in his mouth, as you grind against his throbbing cock. "suck you whore." he nods tearfully and begins to suck your fingers greedily, sharp teeth grazing the skin and drool dripping down to his chest as he moans again, emptying more creamy cum inside you with a shudder. what a turn of events....

[pop-punklouis]

DALLAS SHOW RECAP:

Okay so, here’s my recap of the show (and just the entire day in general lmao)!

Everyone knows about the horrid wristband situation in the morning so no need to linger on that— besides being able to meet new friends in line (looking at you @rosecoloredlight ) as we bonded in our suffering together for that hour of hell ✨ then we went back to the hotel room, chilled out a little bit, got some breakfast, and then began getting ready. we left about 3ish so we could get to the venue to take photos with the sign before it got dark out. then! we went out to pregame at a mexican restaurant in downtown dallas.

This is when we meet up with @himboniall and @getalittleclosey as they came to pregame with us. the tacos were bomb. the four margaritas we had were also bomb lmao. then we took some shots right before hitting the road at 6PM to go to the venue. when i tell you we were buzzing…… we were like a goddamn beehive. so deliriously happy so bubbly so warm lol. we also took a margarita for the road and drank that in the long, LONG line before getting in. we didn’t even try for merch since were all going to more than one show, so we headed straight for the floor! this is where we were hit in the face with those blue and green vendor/bar lights and we all looked at each other like “ok bluegreener relax 💀”

then! when we got to the floor, we were all just vibing with each other in the back. sunroom was decent! they were very so-cal beachy punk blondies. but i was into it. we got yet. another drink (rip) and sipped that during sunroom’s set before Louis came on. and of course Mr. Brightside was on his pre-show playlist and we were screaming all the lyrics. this is when the lights went out and everyone lost their everloving minds.

Okay so now to the concert highlights:

Louis opened with We Made It, and it was so loud. the crowd was almost overpowering his own vocals. the energy was elevated from the very beginning. i think this really loosened louis up because he just came ALIVE. i was so happy for him. you could feel the energy bouncing off of him and the crowd. it was radiating back and forth between us. his smile did not leave his face. not sure why some of the livestreams made it seem like the crowd was dead because it most certainly wasn’t haha

Next highlight was Habit because the crowd hung on to every word, every note, every…. thing. it was such a good crowd reaction for Habit, and of course we all revved up for the Princess Park line. like it was much louder than i thought it would be, but we were DEAFENING during that part. it will always be one of my favorite parts of his set to have the crowd grow exponentially louder during that line. it’s so special and he was grinning so hard.

As much as I wish he would replace Little Black Dress with another 1D song, you cannot underestimate the power that is unleashed in a room full of 1D stans when one of them play a 1D song. we were jumping up and down, shouting to the ceiling, dancing in the back. holding onto each other. it was such a good time.

Defenceless, my beloved….. i’m so sorry you were done dirty. the crowd was just NOT getting into it at all???? it was quite bizarre because defenceless, in my opinion, is one of the best pop songs of the last decade and it deserves the respect for being that. and yet, the crowd really felt dead. but this is when @rosecoloredlight found us again and we single-handedly carried that song and the energy on our BACKS. we were twirling around, dancing, screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs, and absolutely grooving. *cue my friend’s video of defenceless where you can hear me say “why the fuck is no one hype” in the background lmaoo.

His comment during Walls “I know you guys love this bit” about “for every question why, you were my because” like 🔪🔪…unnecessary but i appreciate it sir 😌 also his note-change during 7? spiritual experience.

And of course Only The Brave was very emotional. I don’t think you could really see the scope of the venue in any livestream, but that entire venue was full of pride flags— absolutely busting at the seams. there were several fans outside giving out tons of small pride flags and so many of us held them up and waved them during the song. it was such a special moment. it was the most accepted and safe i’ve felt at a show in a long time. just knowing that louis could look out into the crowd and see an actual sea of rainbows (not being dramatic) makes my heart so full. it was a moment i’m so glad i was a part of, because the love in that room in those 2 minutes was absolutely beautiful and inspiring.

Alright, so here comes the encore. the entire crowd just began chanting the lyrics to No Control which surprised me but i really loved it haha. also KILL MY MIND ENDING THE SHOW (louis has taste he knows it’s his best song). The moment @getalittleclosey @rosecoloredlight my friend and i heard the opening notes, we went straight into mosh mode. we began giggling uncontrollably and getting hype for the chorus. then as it built up we backed up from one another and charged! i fell on my ass bc the floor was slippery with my boots but they pulled me up and we kept moshing and dancing. then during the bridge we started a circle pit which was such a blast bc everyone else thought we were insane and giving us looks but our 5 person pit was having the time of our lives. positive this was the moment i lost my voice. my teeth were chattering with how much fun we had. i recommend everyone opening up the pit to KMM at least once. that song begs for it, and we delivered ✨

NOW, we were still delightfully buzzed, so on our way out we saw the tour buses and our liquid confidence told us just to stand and wait because we had nothing else to do lmaooo. so we did, and then others began following our lead and we had a tiny little group with us waiting. we began joking around with security and cheering at the trash guys every time they brought another bag out (think the hysteric applause in that one spongebob episode when he’s mopping the floor for the talent show). they got such a kick out of us. after about an hour they moved us to the gate, and my friend was like “okay so it’s always Bus 2” DJFKFKFL and while a lot of people crowded near the first bus we were over by the second bus (which ended up being correct 💅🏼). we met some people in line and talked about fanfic and other fandom things before he came out.

and i’ll be honest, we didn’t even think he was gonna come out. we had convinced ourselves it was such a low chance because he had a hotel that we didn’t even expect him to show up out there an hour and a half later. YET he did, and when he did my friends and i just stared for a second because it was surreal to us that he was standing like. right there. and he was so sweet and kind and soft-spoken. he was absolutely stunning in his CUSTOM MADE HOODIE. it looked like he had just taken a shower because he looked refreshed. he thanked everyone for coming out and apologized for not being able to properly meet due to covid (which we knew x). he blew us all kisses and made everyone feel special. like i said previously, we only had maybe 30 people out there (maybe) and it was just such a cute intimate moment. after he left we just turned and looked at each other like “we just met louis. we really just met louis. did that happen?” lmaooo. four of us have been fans since like the beginning and for us to finally meet him after all this time it felt so much more special in a way to do in on the first date of his first solo tour!! it just 🤧 we could not shut up about it. we were and still are on the biggest high.

then we were on the brink of exhaustion and we’re super dehydrated so we went to the only place open (an irish pub) and had three glasses of water, an awful pretzel, and some subpar mac and cheese. it did it’s job though. we got back to our hotel around 2 AM and saw all the bruises on our body from the show and kept raving about meeting louis before we fell asleep. so so happy. it was a great day. one of the best gig life shows i’ve been to in a long time. i’ll be keeping yesterday close to my heart from now on. so excited to see him again next Monday 🤍

[frenziedslashers]

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Hello hello!!

I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while so aaaaaaa

Sinclair brothers (or just one of em if you don't wanna do all three) with more of a soulmate AU? We'll go with the red string soulmate AU (pretend they wouldn't just snip it please wdkbddk) but their soulmate ends up being a guy/trans guy?

I have no idea if I already requested to you aaaaaa so sorry if I did already!!

×Vexelier×

Bestie, I'm having horrid gender dysphoria rn so I needed this request to work on tonight 😭 thank you <3

To make it easier for my small brain. Only you and your soulmate can see your string. Not really sure if it's supposed to be that way or not, but figured I should clarify lmaoo

Sinclair Brothers Red String Soulmate AU (Discovering their S/O is a guy/Trans guy):

Bo Sinclair:

Bo had always wondered who his S/O was, how they acted. Were they stubborn? A model? Annoying? Did they share similar interests?

He would never admit that he thought of these things, though. If anyone ever asked he'd tell them, "if it weren't for ma and pops, I'd chop the string off and never worry about it again."

He never would though, honestly? The thought of having someone out there who potentially matched his crazy was the only thing keeping him going sometimes.

He would hope that you found him, knowing he couldn't leave his brothers to go galabanting for someone he didn't even know.

After some time he would lose hope. Keeping the string just in case, but he figured you didn't care. He assumed you found someone to be happy with, forgetting about poor Bo. Even if the two of you were soulmates.

He would flirt with the girls and even some of the guys that rolled through, but it was really just for the hell of it. Let off his sweet southern charm, but none of it mattered. They weren't you. They didn't have that stupid little fucking string around them.

He'd be even more upset if Lester and Vincent found their soulmates. Hating life to the point he lashed out on each victim, growing more violent. Feeling as empty inside as when his parents died. Nothing ever worked out for him.

The day you got closer was the day he felt nauseous. The string used to be loose, wavy, tangled around everything it seemed. But today? Oh boy, it was tight. Almost like if he tugged it hard enough he could pull you into his arms.

He was anxious that whole day. Palms and brow sweaty. Ordering his baby brother to drive around and look for any nearby folk. To lead them in town.

Lester obeyed like it was nothin' new. Not even thinking twice about it.

When he saw you his whole world froze up. The string, it led right to you! But.. you weren't a girl, like his parents always said you'd be.

He was feeling all sorts of emotions, shock, fear, anxiety, excitement, joy. It was almost too much. The way his throat tightened and his mouth dried up. He couldn't even even say anything to sweet talk you, he was in too much of shock.

You'd have to say something first to get him to stop basically staring into your soul.

"Hey..?" "Jesus Christ, you're here."

He'd be frustrated with how nervous he is, he wouldn't even care if you were a guy or not. Just glad that the person the world claimed was his other half was right there, in arms reach.

"Yeah, I guess I am." He wouldn't even know what to say or do, finally breaking a smile. "I always thought we'd never meet," "well, figured I ought to come find you before we died."

He would order his brothers to not even so much as touch you. Taking the rest of the day to get to know you, get on the basic level of things. His flirtatious, cocky attitude soon busting its way through him. Once he knew for a fact that this was really happening.

He'd feel happier than he ever has, really. He can finally flirt and mean it. Mean all the dirty, and even innocent remarks he makes towards you.

He would probably hide the fact he kills people from you, ease you into it. He would enjoy your company for a while before he told, though. Afraid you'd leave him and snip the line yourself if you found out.

You. His handsome babe. Who he could hold, kiss, talk to, anything. Maybe the world was finally changing for the better. Maybe it was worth waiting and not snipping the line.

If you did and you were okay with it, he would be grateful. If not, and you wanted to leave. Well, he'd understand, but he'd learn never to get attached again.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent was sure that he'd never actually meet you. He never wanted to leave Ambrose, this was his only safe place. His only home.

Plus he was a freak! Half of his face was corrupted. Bo was the pretty one, he was the hideous creature. He would always be the one unworthy of love.

He'd never dream of cutting the string, though. Even if sometimes he hoped you would. Too frightened to even think of what your reaction would be.

Would you laugh, stare in shock? Make fun and mock him? Cut the string and leave the instant you saw him? The thoughts he had scared the living hell out of him.

Lester and Bo would be there to reassure him.

"Hey, if ya got a string, someone's out there mean'ta be with ya. Looks or not, ya can't change faith, Vince." Bo would reassure him. Yeah, easy for him to say. People who weren't even his souldmate wanted him.

When the string seemed tighter than usual he didn't think much of it. Until he saw you standing in front of him. Panicking when he accidentally snuck up on you.

Your smile made him drop the supplies he was holding. The chuckle you let out was what he imagined true beauty sounded like.

"Oh jeez, ya scared me! Didn't mean to wander, just caught a glimpse and thought this museum seemed pretty neat,"

He would be in a complete panic. Hands beginning to shake as he stared at the string attached to you. Pointing when you seemed to not notice it much.

You look down, then back to him. Watching the man basically shiver in front of you. Panicking a bit yourself that it may be due to your appearance, or the fact you were obviously the same gender as him.

"Am I not what you expected?" He could hear the disappointment and sadness in your voice. The way you rubbed the back of your neck and looked down.

His eyes would widen, shaking his head 'no,' and his hands, frantically. He'd curse himself for his inability to speak, well.. More so his refusal. His facial structure made his voice so nasally and gross, he hated it so much.

He didn't really want to speak, but the worry and regret on your face made his stomach knot up. His heart beating quickly as he shuffled his feet. Hands fiddling with each other.

"No, you look nice." He would say, clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes to the floor. Moving his hair to cover his mask more than before. Hoping you didn't notice. Hoping to God you didn't hate him.

His awkwardness and quiet voice coaxed you into feeling more relaxed. Thankful that you being a guy wasn't what seemed to have him all worked up. You could tell now it was something else, something more personal.

"You weren't expecting me now, were ya?" He'd shake his head 'no,' again. Hoping you'd take note that he wasn't too into talking.

"Me being a guy doesn't bother you?" He'd shake his head 'no,' again. Eyes flickering up to yours. Face tinting red at the mere fact that he was making eye contact with you. His stomach felt like a zoo of butterflies. Hoping you would forgive him for how awkward and nervous he was.

It would take him a long time to warm up to you, but he'd make an effort to get closer to you. You were his soulmate, after all. Your looks did intimidate him, though. You were just so God-Like to him. He couldn't help but draw you when he had the time.

His brothers would do the explaining. Filling you in that Vincent and Bo were conjoined twins, about his deformities and anxiety. Plus how he rarely talked due to the deformation of his face. Causing his voice to sound nasally and hoarse.

Vincent would be thankful that they explained it. Especially if you're understanding. Which you better be, or else he may shut down and not even try to get close to you. Feeling as if it'd be pointless in the end.

It'd take months before he removed his make for you, but when he did you'd know he felt more confident around you. Plus that he trusted you more, which after being around him for that long. You knew that meant a lot, and you cherished the moments where he trusted you enough for any of that.

Expect to find drawing of yourself in his work room, and for him to keep you away from him and his brothers murders. He can't risk you getting hurt, even if you wanna help.

Lester Sinclair:

He'd be a lot more like Vincent than Bo, just more of a sickly romantic. He'd fanboy about you any chance he got.

"I bet'cha they're the pretties’ thing out there," “Oh I bet’cha they’d jus’ love Jonesy!” “Do ya think they’d like truck rides ‘n’ bones?” “Bo’re you ev’n list’ning?”

Would definitely daydream about holding you. He’s so touch starved

Probably has his house set up so he has a spare room just for you. That way when you meet you have the choice of sleeping in your own room. Instead of having to feel as if you have to sleep in the same bed as him.

He’d probably talk to himself at night and pretend it was you listening. He’s weird like that.

Bo would make fun of his baby brother when he’d zone out. Claiming he has a ‘love sick gaze,’ and that he’s gunna ‘scare ‘em off with how in love ya’re.’

Lester would just shrug and smile with pinkened cheeks. He wouldn’t care, he loved the thought of you too much.

When the string got tight he’d get excited. Basically going out on a drive for people without even having to be told.

When he saw you walking down the road he nearly screamed out of excitement and raw joy.

“Hey, ya need a ride?” You’d stare for a moment, but then realize the string that he held between his fingers. Smiling over to you like an excited dog.

“Well, I can’t say no to a li’l’ hospitality from a fella such as yourself,” you’d have him in giggles, pure joy radiating from this man as you climbed in.

Lester couldn’t give two shits if you had no arms and legs, you were you. His soulmate, gender was just a concept to him. He would respect you, so long as you respected him. Plus, if anyone could love him when he was as weird and unattractive as he thought he was, that was a plus. He was just happy to have someone who cared.

He would be showing you off to his brothers ASAP. This is an important part of his life, 10/10 experience for him. He will most definitely be rambling to you the entire ride, too. Answering any questions you have, even if he is a bit shy with some. He’s just too happy.

“Oh we have to let’cha meet Jonesy now!” He’d exclaim, shooing you back to the truck to take you back to his home. Going on about his beloved fury companion. He just hopes you like dogs, or at least his dog. Lester would be sleeping in the doghouse with him if you didn’t allow him inside, even if you were his soulmate. Jonesy was there first. He was like his son, honestly.

He’d be absolutely ecstatic if you liked his dog. Smiling fondly when the two of you interacted. It’d be like a dream come true for him. Having to pinch himself to be sure it wasn’t another daydream.

He’d spend the whole week getting to know you more. Telling you everything about himself that you wanted to know. Spending as long as he could doing everything he ever wanted to do with you. Letting you do the same.

If you wanted to sleep in the room he had just for you, he couldn’t care less. He was just glad you chose to stay with him. Expect him to be up and waiting for you to wake up, though.

If and when you choose to lay with him, he will be shaking like a leaf. He’s not used to someone being in his bed, besides Jonesy. Let alone touching another person.

You’d have to ease him, let him know you wouldn’t break and you wanted touched. If you don’t, please tell him! He doesn’t wanna overstep boundaries on accident!

Would definitely love holding and being held by you, either would be fantastic and he would melt!

If you find out about his and his brothers hobbies and you’re okay with it, he’d let you tag along with him. Lure victims into town.

His hand is either holding yours, or on your thigh when you go with him, though. Even if it’s just the two of you, it’s just where his free hand will always be. You signed up for this, at this point.

You’re his, and he is yours. This is a mutual thing, so please, touch him back. He’ll smile like a big bafoon.

[simblrnova]

Staycation - Positive Feedback Bed Frames

Since it's obvious it's sims 4, I'm gonna stop tagging my posts with it lmaoo... Anyway. All the options in Island Paradise Living for bed frames didn't vibe with me, so I made a new one ... out of that loveseat bench thing that looked cute. It came out pretty cute.

- New Single & Double Bed Frame - Positive Feedback Bed Frame - Positive Feedback Kids Bed Frame - Categorized in Misc Comfort - It has 6 swatches, but that's because some of the ones on the loveseat were redundant in terms of wood colour. - The slats in the center of the Double bed have a weird situation going on because of the way that area was mapped originally. it's not as horrid and doesn't look too bad unless you put it against a dark bedding or wall, so I'm fine with it. I might improve it later, but IDK. - REQUIRES ISLAND LIVING - I'm so smart that I linked it to the original textures yas me!

[DOWNLOAD]

Credits: BrazenLotus & AnnaChibi - I picked apart their bed frames to see how they did it and got it to work.

[asterism-collective]

16 and 23 for the ask game?

16 ;; opinion on the movie split? (;-;)

Oh it’s AMAZING I LOVE IT SO MUCH it has PERFEVT DID representations!11!1! Totally doesn’t ostracize and stigmatize DID beyond repair!11!1!1!1! /s

I haven’t watched it lol but I can tell I wouldn’t enjoy it knowing how much of a negative impact it’s had on an alr stigmatized disorder so

23 ;; what was your “oh shit i’m not a singlet” moment?

Let’s see.. Everix first started feeling like they weren’t the only one in their body maybe around December 2019–June 2020?

The contra was the first alter I guess and at first everix and aer friends just thought that the contra was like. Intrusive thoughts or something, like idk honeslty but OSDDID was completely off the radar LMAOO so Everix kinda just dealt with jt? Had attacks and stuff like that (like some sort of manifestation of panic attacks and like anxiety ig??)

Then Lady Opera appeared and that was like whiplash ti Everix cause after months of thinking “oh ig I just have some horrid thing in my head that won’t leave me alone idk what to do about it” THERE WAS ANOTHER!

And both seemed into violence but in different directions so they’d always argue and I remember Everix complaining that he couldn’t sleep LMFAO

And then more and more alters started appearing but for some reason Everix never ??? looked it up or anything ????? and just accepted it??

And then later a friend DMed us (this was maybe March or April 2021) going “yo did you say you have people in ur head-“

And ae we’re just like “lol yeah why” so the friend asked a few more questions (I think some were like “do you find urself in places you don’t remember going to” n basic system criteria ig) and he told us to look into OSDD

So we did and 💫✨here we are 💫✨ LMAO

[the-outsiders-blogg]

ayyyee it's ya girl back from work feeling like she wants to deck someone. How would dally comfort his best friend when they've had a horrid day at work? Lmaoo I expect nothing short of absolute tomfoolery

Awe sorry you had a bad day at work Kat :/

If you coming home all pouty and stuff wAiTinG foR daLLaS to ask what’s wrong

like *agressively opens fridge* *agressively opens beer* *agressively sits down on couch*

and Dallas would eventually look up and be like “wat”

and you’d be like “siNcE yOu aSkEd-“

then Dallas would be stuck there listening to you rant for like a half hour,,

eventually he’d cut you off and be like “ok ok I’ll just tell me who to beat up”

which would just piss you off more

y’all would probably end up getting super drunk that night

And then you’d be lowkey mad at him in the morning cause you’d be hungover and late for work the next day 💀

[illululusion]

Look at this ugly ass zebra sweater lmaoo I love it so much it was like 12 bucks cause I got it from a consignment

and I’ll be honest I got it cause it reminded me of a Sweater from Saiki k 😭 u could answer this one like a normal ask I cropped my face out lol

OOOHH SAIKI K IS FUN .

Also as long as it's comfortable don't care about it looking horrid it's comfy it's got emotional emattachment perfection