#but. well. lazyy...

[wonysugar]

keep talking | aeri uchinaga

synopsis : your best friend, aeri, was on tour with her fellow aespa members. she missed you a whole lot though, so you guys get on call and she asks you to talk about your day, to ramble, and to just keep on talking<3

pairing : idol!giselle x fem!reader

genre : best friends to fwb, phone call, smut!!

tags : phone sex, giselle is pretty subby in this, so yknow reader is kinda dommy, long distance, bffs to fwb, fingering, clit rubbing, dirty talk, you talk her through it ehehehe, aeri is still an aespa member, they’re on tour, and aeri has practice later help, what a bummer :((

warning : none just horny smut lol

word count : around 1.2k

a/n: this has been in my drafts since july,,, SO sorry,, but anyways i hope you enjoy this :] thank you

“a-s-a-p, babyy, hurry up, don’t be lazyy”

you heard the ringtone from your cellphone, immediately jumping on your bed from excitement as you quickly accepted the anticipated call, not even bothering to read the contact name. you’ve been planning to call her ever since she’s left the country, but she’s just been so endlessly busy recently, you couldn’t help but miss her.

immediately greeted by the voice of your best friend, aeri, a playful “heyyyy.” is what came out of your speaker.

“heyyyyy.” you sang back just as playfully, earning a giggle from her. “how is it in the uk? you having fun?” you ask, occupying your fingers by twirling and playing with your hair as she hummed. her and her band, aespa, were currently on tour. today, they landed in london, and were now getting ready for their concert tomorrow.

“it’s fun!! we landed only a few hours ago but i’m already loving the city so farrr. i went grocery shopping with ning earlier and, it was like.. so fun for no reason??” she told you, you could visualize her smile just from the way she spoke. “it would be so much more fun if you were here though, y/n..” she added, now probably pouting.

you chucked, “it’s okay, aeriii. it’s not like we’re completely separated, we have each other’s number. worst case scenario, we text a couple of times in a day.”

“but it’s not the sameee.” she whined, “seeing your best friend in person and seeing them through a screen is not the same thing at all.”

you tried reassuring her that the tour wasn’t gonna last that long, and that you both were gonna hang out as soon as it was over. she eventually agreed and shrugged the feeling off, asking about your day and how you’ve been.

“to be honest, it’s also been kinda lonely without you so i’ve just been at home in my freetime, sometimes going on walks. though i should say! listening to your music while i’m at work does help, like girl.. that shit gets me so hyped up like m-m-mamba-“ you rambled on and on, confident that she was listening to everything you were saying due to the responsive mhms she let out.

they progressively became less frequent, however, and then, at some point, they just completely stopped. you started worrying, wondering if the signal was gone or something..

“you there?” you ask.

“h-huh? y-yeah i’m still here.” she replied with a slightly shaky voice.

that didn’t sound very convincing.. was she feeling okay? before you could ask, a small noise escaped her lips. a noise that sounded like… a whimper. a whimper that was trying to held back.

“you know, we can call some other time if you don’t feel too well right no-“

“fuck y/n please don’t hang up… keep talking about whatever i don’t care but just.. please k-keep talking. i’m sorry, i’m listening i p-promise.” she interrupted in such a desperate voice, kinda whining in the process as she was breathing heavily into the mic.

you were dumbfounded. this was all so strange.. was she in danger or something? why would she ask you to just keep talking if she was, though? you just sat there for a moment, silent, a confused look plastered on your face.

until it clicked. oh.

oh.

the heavy panting.. the shake in her voice.. begging for you to keep talking.. the slight whimpering??? your stomach pleasantly twisted at the thought, was she actually..?

a smirk began to form.

“aeri..” you pause, contemplating actually asking the question. then,

“are you touching yourself right now?”

no response, just a desperate sigh. she was probably trying to think of an excuse. oh that poor girl. “oh my god you totally are.” you said, feeling like teasing her some more.

“i’m sorry y/n, i - fuck - i just missed you so- mmh..so much i couldn’t help it i’m sorry-.” she whined out.. you were imagining the look she had on her face right now, head probably buried in the pillow.

yet in another whiny voice, “this was a bad i-idea i have practice later and.. fuckfuckfuck-“ is what comes out of her mouth, almost inaudible due to how quiet she was being, careful as to not let the other members next door overhear.

you couldn’t lie, you weren’t expecting her to act like this. she never would say kinky shit to you directly, let alone do it in your company. you guys were close, so you talked about sexual things sometimes, but it was all in good fun. having her masturbate on a call got you unexpectedly and indescribably turned on.

“fuck practice aeri, describe what you’re doing.” you asked, getting undeniably hornier by every small noise she let out.

she exhaled, “i’m - ah - fingering m-myself..”

you slowly unbuttoned your jeans as you were listening to her response, “with how many fingers?” you add.

“t-two..” she panted yet again, your hand already getting into your panties and closer to your cunt.

“are you imagining they’re mine?” you spread apart your pussy lips, gently rubbing on your folds, feeling how wet you already were from her. you exhaled from relief.

she whimpered and squirmed at your words, knowing her, she was most definitely feeling embarrassed right now. then, she let out a needy mhm in response to your question as she was pumping her fingers in and out of herself.

“words, baby.” you added.

“fuck y/n - yes i am..” she quietly moaned out.

“good girl.” you praise, earning a cute little whimper from her. fuck, you couldn’t help it, hearing her pretty moans and knowing that she was touching herself to your voice made you lose it.

you inserted your own fingers into your aroused cunt, letting out a sigh of relief as you were finally doing something about the pool that was growing in between your legs ever since you figured out that your best friend was masturbating to your voice. holy shit, not even the greatest porno ever made could get you this aroused.

then, you heard a chuckle from the other side of the line. “d-did i get you horny?” she teased.

“no shit you did.” you shakily confessed as you could hear her quietly moan, “you sound so good.” you added.

“fuuck i wish i was there with you right now.” she confessed back, her voice obviously still very shaky.

“what would you - mmh - do if y-you were?” you wanted her to explain every little detail, to ramble on and on about what she was thinking of right now.

she slowed down on the fingering, as if it was really going to maximize her thinking, “w-well.. for starters..

i’d probably pin down you on the bed.. get on top of you and m-make out with you, slowly letting my - god - hands roam your entire body as i move my mouth further down. feeling the pressure from your knee in between my thighs..”

her voice started getting shakier while your cunt got just as wet hearing her describe the scene, god you needed to see her face, you needed to see how she was probably squirming at the sensation, how desperate she was getting just from imagining all of it. you needed to see it for yourself.

“aeri.” you shakily let out.

before she could even choke out a response,

“can you get on facetime?”

[nosyp]

Crowned by Desire

Chapter 4

A/N = Short cuz I got lazyy... so sorry...

Warning = dark, yandere, toxic relationships, controlling behaviour, slight infantilization

Pairings = Greek Gods x reader

Summary = After the whole fiasco, the gods' decide to have a small chat with you.

Word count = 1.6k words

Taglist = @caged-birdies-blog

“Exactly where I’m meant to be? What kind of bullshit is that?” you ask, voice growing angry.

Hestia reaches out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear like a mother soothing a fussy child. “You don’t need to fight it,” she murmurs, her warmth coiling around you like an embrace you can’t escape. “We know what’s best for you.”

A chuckle comes from behind. “Adorable,” Apollo muses, lounging lazily as if your outburst is nothing more than entertainment. “You act as if you had a choice in the first place.”

You jerk away from Hestia’s touch, but it’s pointless. The warmth lingers, sinking into your skin like an ember left to smolder. It doesn’t matter how much you resist— there’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

Apollo leans forward, golden eyes flickering with amusement. “What’s with the attitude?” he asks, voice dripping with faux concern. “I’d hate to think we aren’t treating you well enough.”

“You aren’t.” Your glare is sharp, but it only makes his smirk widen.

“Oh?” He cocks his head. “And what exactly is it you’re lacking?”

“Freedom,” you bite out.

Silence follows

…

Just long enough for dread to settle in your stomach. Then, Apollo laughs. It’s bright and warm, like sunlight on a summer afternoon, but there’s no kindness in it.

Hestia sighs, shaking her head. “You’re still thinking too small.”

“She always does,” Poseidon mutters, an ocean-blue gaze locked on you, calculating. “She keeps grasping for something she was never meant to have.”

Zeus steps closer, and the room shifts with him, the very air bending to his presence. “Why do you insist on making this difficult?” he asks, voice deceptively calm. “We’ve been nothing but patient.”

You open your mouth. Maybe to argue, maybe to spit out another insult, but the words catch in your throat when his hand cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“You are ours.” The words are soft, almost a whisper, but they carry the weight of an undeniable truth. “You have always been ours honey.”

You want to deny it. To push him away. But the way they look at you… as if you’re a precious thing, a belonging, something meant to be kept, it makes your pulse stutter.

Because deep down, you already know.

They aren’t going to let you go.

They never were.

Zeus’s (bruh how are you supposed to write his name) grip is firm, but not cruel. He doesn’t need to be. The weight of his presence alone is enough to keep you still, to remind you that struggling is useless.

“You act as though you have a choice,” he muses, thumb brushing over your jaw. “As though this isn’t exactly where you belong.”

Hestia hums in agreement, her warmth curling around you like a gentle flame. “You keep fighting, but what for? Do you even know?”

You clench your fists. “I don’t belong to you.”

The words sound weak even to your own ears.

Poseidon scoffs, stepping forward, his presence a tidal wave threatening to pull you under. “Lying won’t save you, little one.”

“Neither will denial.” Apollo leans in close, his golden eyes gleaming with something unsettling. “We have already won.”

The truth of it sits heavy in the air. You know it. They know it. And still, you refuse to break.

Ares chuckles from the corner of the room, arms crossed. “I’ll give her credit. She’s stubborn.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Aphrodite finally speaks, her voice like silk, her beauty almost unbearable this close. She tilts your chin up with delicate fingers, her touch deceptively gentle. “I think it makes her all the more fun.”

“Fun?” Hades repeats, unimpressed. “You would reduce her to that?”

Aphrodite only smiles, unbothered. “Oh, don’t be dramatic. I never said it was a bad thing.”

The air grows thick with tension, the gods momentarily lost in their own silent power struggle, as if your fate is something to be discussed like a fine piece of jewelry, like a rare treasure to be found. And you were found.

“Fuck you all,” you spat, voice laced with venom. “Honestly, I’d rather be in hell rather than this— wait, nevermind— this IS hell,”

“No honey, hell is in the underworld, but you’re not there anymore.” Artemis’s voice shoots through.

“You should be grateful,” Apollo chimes in, golden eyes gleaming with something far too amused for your liking. “We took you away from all that darkness. You’re somewhere much better now.”

“Better?” You let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “You call this better?” Your glare sweeps over them; these so-called gods who act like your very existence is theirs to dictate. “I don’t even have the freedom to fucking breathe without you all hovering over me.”

Zeus smirks, unbothered by your outburst. “And why would we ever let you out of our sight?”

You open your mouth to snap back, but before you can, Ares strides forward, his presence suffocating. “You’re just mad because you lost,” he taunts, voice thick with amusement. “All that fire, all that fight, and still… here you are.”

You grit your teeth, hands clenched into trembling fists.

“Don’t listen to them, love,” Aphrodite coos, her delicate fingers ghosting over your cheek. It’s a mockery of comfort, a predator playing with its food. “They’re being cruel.”

“Cruel?” Poseidon chuckles, shaking his head. “She’d be crushed if we were truly cruel. But we’re merciful.”

“Merciful?” Your voice wavers, frustration boiling over into something dangerously close to despair. “Keeping me here, treating me like some— some plaything— that’s mercy?”

“Of course,” Hestia murmurs, her warmth pressing in around you, suffocating in its gentleness. “Because as long as you’re here, as long as we have you, nothing can hurt you.”

Her words send a chill down your spine.

A low, amused hum fills the air. Hermes, lounging lazily with his chin resting in his palm, watches you like you're a passing storm. You’re wild, thrilling, but ultimately harmless.

"You act like this isn't exactly where you belong," he muses. "Like you aren’t meant to be here."

“Meant to be?” you scoff, glaring at him. “I don’t belong anywhere near you freaks.”

Aphrodite tilts her head, lips curving in a slow, knowing smile. “Oh, darling, but you do. You fit so perfectly here, with us.”

Hestia nods, her warm, patient gaze making your skin itch. “You’re safest here,” she murmurs, voice like a lullaby. “With us, you’ll never want for anything.”

“She’s still fighting,” Artemis comments, eyes gleaming in the dim light. “It’s cute.”

Poseidon chuckles, the sound deep and unwavering. “She’ll settle soon enough.”

Your stomach twists. The way they talk, like you’re some out of control pet throwing a tantrum, makes your blood boil.

"Settle?" Your voice comes out sharp, barely holding back the sheer rage bubbling under your skin. “You’re out of your fucking minds if you think I’ll ever accept this.”

Apollo laughs, golden and bright, but there’s something mocking beneath it. “You will.”

That’s it. That’s the last fucking straw.

Your hands slam down on the table with a sharp crack, the sound slicing through the room. "Shut up. I’m going,"

Silence.

Some of them look entertained, others intrigued. None of them look concerned though. 

Your chest heaves, but you don’t give them a chance to respond. You spin on your heel and bolt, your heart pounding as you tear down the marble halls.

“Ah,” Hermes sighs behind you, voice tinged with amusement. “And there she goes.”

“She’ll be back,” Zeus remarks casually, not even bothering to raise his voice. “They always come back.”

“Yeah but these past few times was us making them come back,” Hera mentions, swirling the glass of wine on her right hand.

—

After causing a small scene at the dinner table, you dashed to your room. You threw yourself on the soft mattress, letting yourself melt into the bed. 

You just laid there, unable to move. The hours passed by, time ticking with every second you didn’t move. 

Then, unexpectedly, you heard a knock. Who could it be? 

You sat up on your bed, eyes frantically looking around to find the source of the sound. You were barely awake when you discovered the source— it was Percy. Suddenly, your body shot up and you pulled the window up.

“Psst— what are you doing?” you ask in concern. “You’re— no wait WE are going to get in trouble,”

He was squatted in front of you on the roof with his hand held out, waiting for you. “No, you have to get out of here. You’re not safe here,”

“What?” you ask in apprehension. “Aren’t you Poseidon’s son? He’s going to be furious,” 

“Do I look like I care? He left me so long ago,” he responds, hand retracted as his eyes narrow onto your figure.

“Fine,” you say before you decide to hop onto the other side of the window with him. 

The roof was slanted and a single movement could easily make you slide down and fall onto the ground. Your hand stayed on the wall to let yourself steady. 

You thought everything was going to be fine. After all, it’s Percy Jackson— a demigod. He should be able to help you even a little bit right? He should be able to get you far enough from them? Even if he wasn’t as powerful, he still could, right? 

There was no way he came without a plan too; you just had to trust the process.

Then, a loud shatter sound.

[mi-co-uk]

empty pages

─── expired reader has been told she's dying. but how much does it matter if she wanted to anyway? best friend matt is heartbroken to be losing the girl he never shared his feelings for - until now.

expired reader x matt

a/n NOT PROOFREAD IM LAZYY

warnings: mentions of sickness and treatment plans, consistent theme of death and dying aswell as suicidal thoughts. also matt is so cutie i need him to confess his love for reader NOW (i literally control when it happens 😐) vague mentions of panic attacks and nightmares. SERIES ITSELF will contain angst fluff and smut <3

wc: 1.5k

PART TWO

the creak of the swingset created a combination of annoyance and comfort. it echoed your childhood in a sense, the hours spent swinging (not too high) back and forth due to being far too scared of the slide.

you peered over at it - now having grown almost to the height of it, you didn't understand what you had been so afraid of.

the playground equipment was all rusted over, not even used by the kids who lived nearby. it wasn't the centre for making friends as it use to be. regardless, it still held the memory of where you met matt.

he hadn't been scared of the slide - he just couldn't get a turn. his rowdy brothers hogged it relentlessly, matt found their game funny initially but he grew tired of waiting for them to see him waiting.

the girl on the swing next to you was swaying obnoxiously, yelling to her mum about how high she was swinging on her own. you didn't understand how she was doing it physically, aswell as without fear.

"can I push?" after standing beside the poles that dug the swingset into the ground, he'd mustered to the courage to ask you a question. he felt kind of sorry for you, on your own in a park full of people.

he started off overly gentle, as if sensing your fear or being afraid to push you off it entirely.

it wasn't much but it was more than you could manage on your own. you also found yourself a little less scared.

you're on the same swing now - terrified, but for a different reason. now you were scared of dying - not from swaying too high on a swingset or falling from the well known dramatic height of a slide, but from your own body giving up on itself.

what hadn't changed was that you always had known that there wasn't much life in you.

the position of the swingset allows you to see over the horizon, admiring the pinkish tints of the clouds as you await matts return. you hear his scuffling behind you, his footsteps snapping the small branches laying across the floor. hear stands in front of you handing you a small pot of ice cream, a wide grin on his face as he giggles to himself. you smile in response, his laughter infectious as he sets himself on the swingset to your left.

"why are you laughing?" you can't help but continue giggling, his optimism always seemingly amplified around you.

his giggles heighten in response, "I dont know, I'm just excited"

"for the ice cream"

he giggles and nods in response. you chuckle and shake your head, licking the ice cream off your spoon. the laughter settles down, silently enjoying each other's company as you watch the sunset and savour your ice cream.

you've always been somewhat jealous of matt. despite his struggles with anxiousness and his unsurety in himself that have debilitated him a lot in life, he's always managed to make the most of himself. he's not entirely confident, but he manages. his life gets stressful, but he manages. it's an attribute you somewhat wish you had.

sometimes you wanna be better. you want to be happy and actually live for once but a life like that is so inconsistent. no one can ever be constantly joyful and living the life they want. you want something secure and death is the most assured thing there is.

matt notices the drop of your emotions much lower than before, nudging your knee with his. you look up to his comforting smile and sympathetic eyes. trust you to find a way to bring down the mood already.

"you okay?" matts first to break the silence, taking the final mouthful of ice cream and setting the tub down by the side of the swingset.

you mumble a 'yeah', obviously not filling matt with confidence that it's a genuine response.

"what u thinkin'?" he persists.

you hesitate before bringing it up. you wanted to avoid it but it's gonna come up eventually.

"I um, I had a call."

"yeah? with who?" matts eyes a fixed in your direction despite your bodies refusal to hold eye contact.

"the hospital."

short answers are less anxiety inducing. but they definitely also prolong the length of torture. matt stays silent, giving you the space to speak at your own pace.

"about treatments. well- a-an appointment to talk about them." you finally look back up to matt, unsure of whether to continue.

"when's that? I'll come with you."

"um. yesterday" you voice falters towards the end, becoming a mumble in lack of confidence.

matts eyebrows scrunch in vague confusion. "I didn't go." you confirm matts suspicions.

you were thoroughly aware that the consequences of bringing that up to matt before the appointment would result you in actually going. hence the fact you didn't mention it.

matts head is swarming with conflicting emotions. he doesn't want to push you into something but he also has an obvious overwhelming desperation to keep you around. and a way to do that is with your treatment.

"you don't want treatment?" matt finally responds.

you can only shake your head.

you finally stop moving around the remainder of your ice cream and set the pot down, gaining grip on the chain attached to your swing. you plant your feet more firmly on the ground, allowing you to look directly away from matt and his pity.

"I'm tired of being sick, matt. treatment might not even work. 'm not sure if it's worth it." you're not sure if you're worth it.

"but it also might work." matt tried desperately to maintain his outward calm. "you could try it."

"I dont wanna try it, matt, I don't even want it to work."

though he isn't the one dying, matt felt his life drain further from his body. every fibre of him wanted to convince you that you were wrong. he almost wanted to confess all his feelings in the hope it would give you the motivation to try - to live for him.

"I dont wanna go through all that just be depressed still by the end of it. I don't wanna keep being someone for everyone to worry about. I don't wanna people to think I wanted to try living because then it's as if I never suffered at all." the words spill out before you evaluate the weight of them. you're not trying to dump it onto matt you just need him to understand. "I'm not trying to make you pity me, matt I just-"

"I dont get to pity you, don't you get that? none of us do."

his gaze on you feels much heavier, less focused on being cautious of every word out his mouth.

"we don't get to pity you because we all know you want this."

"what, you sit around with everyone talking about how I'm a suicidal fuck up?" you accuse, tone of voice almost repulsed.

"of course not! we just know you're in pain! you always have been, mentally and now physically. I fucking hate it but there's obviously positives in it for you and it's undeniable. treatment might keep you alive but you said yourself it doesn't change your mental state and I've researched and it won't even end your pain, you just won't die."

he pauses, tears building at the brim of his eyes.

"I'm with you all the time. I see you panic attack after panic attack, nightmare after nightmare aswell as dealing with the pain attacks over and over, night after night. it's not fair on you to have to live like that. in fact I feel selfish because I want you alive despite that. I'd be there for you with that same pain cycle if it meant you were still around."

unknowingly, the tears have fallen from your own eyes, matt blinks his own away as he removes his gaze on you. youre at a loss for words. you'd neglected observing how other people were dealing with the situation - not completely but enough to have missed that others could see your death the way you see it. it was only a matter of time before yours and matts dynamic switched. you pitied him, it was an obviously complicated situation with no right response or perspective.

you reach your hand over to matts, he looks at your expression and makes a mental note of the pity in your eyes. he secures the grip of his hand in yours, fingers entwined with one another's. your hands hung inbetween the two swings.

"doesn't mean you can pity me either" matt forces a small smile, trying to lighten up the mood. he hadn't intended to let it all slip but he didn't entirely regret it either.

"'m sorry" you whisper and offer the same small smile back at him.

he chuckles a bit, "'s alright. why couldn't you be an asshole? then i wouldnt care this much." he leans his head against the chain of the swing closest to your own.

"I'm not?" you giggle.

"course not. you're you."

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[animation-is-my-jam]

We're so back. It's been a while since I've updated Becky's design/my artstyle in Future AU, huh? Well, here you go. (Not complete body drawing cause I'm lazyy!!)

(Click for better quality thx Tumblr)

And yeah, finally, she has her original colors back. I'm healed from her color scheme, but she wears these two pallets now. Also transparent versions here:

[not-magdi]

-first kiss / pablo gavi

Warnings: None / sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to proofread it currently

Words: 1.3k

Reading Time: 5min 20 sec

A/N

I've had this in my drafts fo sooo long now it's unbelievable. But I'm done now so yeyyy!! Hope you enjoy it

Love you guys, Magdi

To celebrate Barça's win and Pablo's reappearance at the stadium today, Pedri invited the whole team to a get-together at his house after the game. And like every time Pablo got invited somewhere, he asked you to come with him as his plus one.  

You were always Pablo's plus one at any event, it didn't matter if it was a fancy gala or a simple team dinner, you were always by his side, and you never really gave it much thought. 

"Y/N, hurry up!" Pablo screamed from downstairs. You had to drive to Pedri's house as Pablo still wasn't allowed to, which meant he had been waiting for the last 30 minutes for you to get ready. 

"Jesus Christ! I'm comming, ok!" Adding the last bit of shimmer to your eyes, you make your way downstairs, completely missing the way Pablo's eyes nearly pop out as he sees you. 

You see. Pablo has been trying to muster up the courage to ask you out for about a year now, but every time he comes close to telling you, he chickens out. Because the last thing he wants is for a lifelong friendship to end just because of an immature crush. 

So, for the last year, all of your friends had to painfully watch how you two would pin after each other. Then, contrary to Pablo's belief, you weren't any better than him. The slight difference between you is that your crush has been going on since you were twelve. 

You managed to hide your feelings pretty well, or so you thought. The truth was everybody knew you liked Pablo except himself. Which was pretty confusing for everybody as you were "Looking at him with heart eyes," in Aurora's words. 

Anyways, back to now. After some slight arguing over what music you should play, you finally drove off. The car ride was silent, not an uncomfortable kind of silence, more a comforting kind. You were both recharging your social batteries again before meeting his teammates. 

Something you and Pablo have in common is not being the most talkative on the planet, you two prefer to be affectionate rather than talk someone's ear off.  

*Timeskip cause I'm lazyy* 

After arriving, Fermín dragged Pablo away, wanting to talk about "football stuff". You didn't mind it, knowing Pablo missed his teammates terribly, so you let him be, getting yourself something to drink and sitting down next to Pedri, who greeted you with a big smile.

"Y/n! It's so good to see you! How are you doing?" 

You fell into a relaxed conversation with Pedri about his season, how his brother is doing and many other things. You were finishing your fourth drink when Pedri bid his goodbye to find Ferran, you gave him a lazy smile and said bye. 

You start to feel the alcohol in your system and decide to look for Pablo. You haven't seen him since you arrived, and that was 3 hours ago. With a slight sway in your walk, you make your way around the house, trying to find him. 

You nearly gave up, wanting to call him instead, you saw him outside, sitting on a lounge chair with Fermín deep in conversation. Carefully opening the door, you step out, sneaking up behind Pablo to scare him.  

"Hey guys!" 

"Ahh ... Dios Y/N!" 

Pablo nearly falls out of his seat, screaming like a little girl. Fermín still sits in his chair, holding one hand to his chest, looking at you with a shocked face. You, on the other hand, nearly fall over laughing, holding onto the wall beside you. 

"Oh my god! Y-you guys should have seen your faces, hahah!" 

Sitting up again, Pablo looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, grumbling something under his breath. "Sometimes I wonder why I'm friends with you." 

Fermín starts to laugh when he sees your shocked expression. "Excuse me! I'm awesome!"  

Pablo raises his eyebrows at you and says nothing, his expression already tells you enough. 

You cuddle yourself next to Pablo on the lounge chair and throw your legs on Pablo's lap. Almost naturally, his hands find your legs and start to stroke them. 

You two completely miss how Fermín watches the whole scene with a knowing smile, too engrossed in each other to notice anything. 

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It was currently half past twelve at night, and at some point, the topic of the conversation changed to first kisses. 

You now know that Fermín had his first kiss under the bleachers of their old training grounds as children. You laughed at him for the next ten minutes, asking if it could be even more cliché. 

"Okok, stop laughing. Was your first kiss any better?" You heard Fermín ask between your giggles. 

"How should I now. I never had one." You just blurted out casually. 

"What!!" Both men screamed in unison.

You were startled by their sudden exclamation nearly falling back with your chair. 

"Dios mio, what's wrong with you two?!" 

Fermín was the first one to find his voice again, "So you're telling me that you never kissed anybody in your entire life? Like ever?" 

Taking a sip of your beer, you answer, "Jep, never." 

Both men now look at you like they've seen a ghost, mouth hanging wide open, eyes staring into your soul. 

"Guys it's no big deal really, calm down." You couldn't contain your laughter any longer as you kept looking into their faces, they looked absolutely ridiculous. 

After a few minutes they calmed down again and the conversation flowed easily, well you and Fermín talked, Pablo kept quiet the whole time looking like he was lost in his own world. 

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After some time, Fermín left, mumbling something about being way too cold. You didn't pay him much attention your focus shifted to Pablo a long time ago. 

After Fermín left, there was silence between you and Pablo, not an uncomfortable one, more a comforting and calm one. 

"Is it true that you've never been kissed?" Pablo breaks the silence. 

"Yes, you idiot, why would I lie about something like this?" You laugh at his question.

"I don't know, the tequila scrambeled my brain." 

Giggling, you throw your legs over his and make yourself more comfortable. 

"You know, I've always imaged you would be my first kiss." 

You were talking so quietly Pablo thought he heard you wrong, but he realised quickly what you said and looked at you with a gaze you couldn't read. 

"Why did you never tell me?" 

"Well, what did you want me to say? Hi Pablo, nobody ever kissed me. And I know we have known each other since we were 5 but would you want to? Yeah right." 

"I would have ..." 

Looking up from your lap, you see his brown teddy bear eyes looking at you. 

"Wha-" 

"I would have kissed you." 

His tone and his expression told you he meant what he said. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or something else, but a wave of confidence hit you, which led you to ask him, "Would you also kiss me now?" 

Pablo said nothing but started to lean in, grabbing your chin with his hand and making you look into his eyes. 

"I would love to." He whispered before leaning in, softly connecting his lips with yours.

The feeling of Pablo's soft lips against yours was addicting. You never wanted it to stop, ever again.

Sadly, the lack of air in your lungs made you two pull away from each other, taking a deep breath while gazing into each other's eyes. 

"And, was that ok for your first kiss?" 

"Ok, it was magical!" You exclaimed, linking your hands behind his neck. 

"That's good because I was not planning to stop at one kiss. Is that ok with you?" 

A blush made its way onto your cheeks as you heard him say that, nodding you hide your burning cheeks in the crook of his neck. 

"Yeah, I'd really like that." 

"Good, then come here." 

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Don't forget to leave a note if you enjoyed it, feedback is always welcome !!! ❤️

[cinnamon-stheater]

Nightcord World Link Cards Overview!!☆

I’n kinda late! No, I’m really late. But I only saw one person that noticed a key visual in Mizuki’s card so I must overview.

Kanade!! She looks like a goddess! The big picture is beautiful but the thing about sekai cards is that they always have the tiny details - the buttons down her shirt are the phases of the moon, and on her chest, it might be a necklace or something, but there are roman numerals which I’m assuming is 25 (side note: they all have it!!) She (and the others) also have a lil clock necklace thing but Im stupid and dont know how to read time so someone else can tell me what time that is. I’m assuming it’s 25:00 or 1:00, but idk. Kanade is sitting in the middle of a clock, there’s sheet music flying around, and there’s light coming from the bubbles, which are rising up around her.. a high contrast to-

Mafuyu’s card! Instead of the bubbles rising, Mafuyu’s bubbles are in a flurry of panic, much like her inner self. I saw someone on Reddit say that there are so many bubbles because it represents Mafuyu’s inability to clearly view her inner self, so we can’t view her very well. She has a pained and desperate expression on her face like she’s diving for something - a detail which can relate to her untrained card, where she’s picking things up from the lake. She’s clutching her heart. And. That’s all. Onto Ena!!

Ena!! The calmest card in the set, which is why it’s also my least favorite (IM SRY ENA!!!) In terms of mental self she’s definitely the best-off Nightcord character, something definitely taken accounted for in her card. Behind her is darkness, with papers scattered across the floor. The papers show different drawings and sketches, which are all left behind in the darkness. I believe this is because she’s finally figured out what to do with herself, and now she’s leaving her years of pain and suffering behind in those drawings and reaching the light. She can draw something beautiful again- the flowers in the frame, the very frame she has her hand on - those same flowers were in her self-portrait On this Blank Canvas, I Paint card. The other two drawings are of the empty sekai, something she’s found that kept her going even through that dark hallway. Love you Enaaaa ♡ proud of you☆

Last but not least Mizuki, my favorite card in the game! The first thing I wanted to point out is WHY ARE THEY SINKING??? SEGA PLS LET THEM BACK UP PLS PLS PLS

That note aside, hehe! Surface facts: They’re sinking away from the light, and they’re reaching up for it, though not whole-heartedly, as their fingers are curled and their other arm is tucked beneath their legs. They almost seem really tired. Like the other three cards, they have bubbles! Unlike the other three cards, their past untrained cards are in the bubbles - namely their And Now, I Wear This Ribbon card, their Secret Distance card, and their We Escape to Survive card.

Another lil something that ties into their first unit card, Uncompromising Obsession, is that the Mizuki and the Mizuki in the reflection is different. Mizuki in UO is smiling while UO reflection Mizuki is sad, that sad expression almost perfectly mimicking world link Mizuki. Meanwhile world link reflection Mizuki’s eyes are closed, contrasting to actual world link Mizuki, whose eyes are open. I’m guessing this is because in UO, Mizuki is smiling while their reflection is sad. Now, the real Mizuki is underwater, the place of sadness, while above the water, the once-smiling part of them is sleeping.

Maybe I’m looking too much into things? Idk I don’t proofread a lot I’m too lazyy so sorry if I messed up Mizuki’s pronouns! I tried to use they/them but I use she/her a lot by accident when it comes to these types of situations. I’ll try to be more careful! Hope you liked my overview though hehe

[coldnstinkyjinky]

Male version of Kokoro Momoiro from Yandere Simulator

I saw that genderbent version of Hana Daidaiyama on Pinterest and I was like 'i wanna do that with Kokoro Momoiro' so tadaaaa 🧚‍♀️✨🧚‍♀️✨🧚‍♀️, I got lazyy though💀💀💀🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️

Interested in the lore? Well here you go:

Kotaro Momoiro from Class 1 - 2 has reportedly died in a murder-suicide incident outside the gates of Saikou's Preparatory Institute for the Excellent at 6:47 am. According to witnesses, Momoiro had been attacked by Horuda Umetsu, another student of Class 1 - 2 before she tragically took her own life on the spot.

A few days later, an anonymous source released screenshots that detailed what is believed to be the motive behind Umetsu's attack. The screenshots showcased online harassment directed toward Umetsu, and the accounts behind these are traced back to one of Momoiro's countless burner accounts alongside his friends Mitsuhiro Rokuda, Han Daidaiyama, Kashio Murasaki, and Hoshirou Mizudori, purposely made for harassing Umetsu. The anonymous source points out that Umetsu and Momoiro were previously in an intimate relationship, before falling out, which leads them to believe was the cause of Momoiro's motive to harass Umetsu.

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Note: this is all fictional. All characters are completely fictional and made for the purpose of entertainment. If someone has a similar name, that is pure coincidence.

Note 2: for context, me and my cousin are writing a book, and we turned her into a dude that used to date sweet baby Horuda Umetsu.

If you enjoyed that snippet of the story, please read 'Aishi's Monster : Creating the Perfect Lover' at Wattpad 🥰 Okay self promotion out of the wayyy, that's about it see yuhhh

[nefaricussims]

My Top 24 Screenshots of 2024✨

It took me way too long to actually get to this because I'm lazyy but thanks so much to @herecirmsims for tagging me in this!! ❤❤ I will focus solely on screenshots I took for my story on Insta.

I'm fairly sure by now most of my mututals have done this so if you are seeing this right now and no one has tagged you yet - I'm tagging you!

1) Introduction of The Society: I just think it captures Cal's vibe really well. Half of the time he's on screen, his face is not (fully) visible, either covered by his cloak or just by his hair because he's almost always putting up a front. And I like that you can already see that in his introduction post.

2) Brandon & Floris' first kiss: technically it's two screenshots but they belond together, I simply cannot seperate them, sorry. 😔

3) My literal ray of sunshine: This is such a basic shot but it might be my favourite shot of Lindor. He's the most unproblematic man and he's literally framed by the sunlight coming through the trees in the background, with this bright smile on his lips. I adore him.

4) Dramatic™ lighting: This is one of the rare times I edited in additional lighting and I really like how it looks. This is from an important post too, where I revealed Maeve's identity.

5) Questionable Science: Back then, I very rarely made my own poses so for this, I used a basic reaching pose and I was so pleased how well it aligned with this item haha.

6) The Masquerade Pt. 1 - Floris & Brandon becoming official (not filling half this list with screenies from the masquerade was HARD btw): I loved building this courtyard so much. The colors work so well with my reshade.

7) The Masquerade Pt. 2 - Floris shows off: Another screenshot I'm very pleased with because it looks ten times more dramatic than it needs to. 😂 Floris absolutely overestimating her abilities with Brandon just judging her from behind LMAO.

8) The Masquerade Pt. 2 - Alador & Sax: I was SO excited the whole time I planned and worked on this screenie, giggling like a little fangirl because I got to pose Alador with Sax from @herecirmsims who's one of my favorite Sim characters ever. I'm still giddy whenever I look at this.

9) The ride home: I don't have much to say about this except that I loved taking screenshots of the carriage at night from every possible angle and I had to narrow it down to one from, like, at least 10.

10) Summoning Spell: Figuring out how to visualize this scene like it looked in my head was HARD. In the end, I do like how the magic flows from Alador's hands into the crystal ball (which used to glow on its own but for some reason that doesn't work for me anymore😔)

11) First successful potion: Another basic shot but there is just something about it that I really like. Maybe it's the colors, maybe it's Maeve offering Alador the one thing he's been working on so hard, idk.

12) Melancholy: I could put almost every screenshot from this post here tbh, it's one of my faves from this year. I already liked the screenshot of just Cal standing there, looking into the vast nightsky. But having that beautiful sky replaced with a memory of what was probably both the best and worst night of his life, adds a little more spice to it, I think.

13) Dramatic™ lighting Pt. 2: This is the morning after the masquerade and I really like the contrast of the bleak ending of the evening & this peaceful, sunny morning.

14) Floris on her way to work: I just like how it looks, that's it. 😂

15) Lucerne is losing it: Again, I coul've used more screenshots for this because I also like the build-up to his breakdown. In this one, I like how you can clearly see Lucerne is about to snap, yet the focus is still on Alais yelling. You just know shit is about to go down lmao.

16) Even more lighting: Something, something about even though Lysandra & Harold fell out and he tries so hard to hate them for leaving, the moment Lysandra steps back into his life, she's surrounded by sunrays because she's the light in Harold's life. Also, I love the colors.

17) Alador on a mission: I have many shots of him and that horse that I could've used here but Insta seemed to really like this one so I went with that one lmao.

18) Alador on a mission but this time he's reading a book: I'm afraid the old man is serving. I love the outfit and I love the way he's sitting. He KNOWS he looks good.

19) Somehow this list has turned into just Alador: I wanted to use a screenshot of the Lindor reveal here but I cannot find it anywhere (😭) which makes me too sad to look for a proper replacement so here's an ominous closeup of Alador (I've really enjoyed shots that don't include the eyes lately).

20) Alador is a hater (alright, I gotta use multiple screenshots from this post because beside the Cal flashback it's my favorite of the year): Funny thing about this one is that I made the pose myself but he's actually supposed to be looking down at the table. I used the first-person camera to turn his head and it somehow made the pose ten times better. I love how he almost seems threatening.

21) The healing ritual: This was my second (official) time editing hair and I think for someone who knows nothing about digital art (started learning it multiple times and always gave up shortly after) I think it looks nice. Also really pleased with Lysandra's worried expression as they're just completely overwhelmed by the intensity of dark magic.

22) Alador being the prettiest princess: This one is so funny to me. After so many years of suffering, Harold is finally healed. Lysandra and Harold are reunited, they are having a heartfelt moment and everything could be perfect. Meanwhile, Alador is just passed out on the floor in the most dramatic way possible. 10/10 diva moment.

23) My favorite toxic couple: I'm so obsessed with younger Alador. He could manipulate me any time he wants. I also like how his dark magic scar is clearly visible.

24) This hasn't even happened yet: You get an exclusive look at a post I haven't shared yet because I'm running out of screenshots LMAO. And this one does have a few that I really like, like this one of young Alador blocking the sun (remember what I said about Lindor), while looking ominous.

Aaaand to end this already very long list with an additional screenshot that has nothing to do with the story (but I love it):

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If you made it through all of this, yayy!! I'm mostly a quiet member of the simblr community but I still wanna thank you for the support I've been given since I joined! It still feels unreal to me that people are actually seeing and using my poses now and I don't think I'll ever quite wrap my head around that. 😆

[softplushiee]

Birthday Boy -Derek Suarez x Larisa Last

Day 7: Derek’s Day

@derek-week-event

Words: 736

A/N: oopsie this is late !! i originally only planned to skip day 5 but i got lazyy :p anyways this is not my greatest work so read with caution ,, happy belated birthday derek

warnings: a tad bit suggestive ?? nothing happens just a kissing sesh and a tiny bit of biting and use of petnames

Summary:

It is officially Larisa’s lovely boyfriend’s, Derek Suarez, birthday! And this is the first one they’re celebrating as a couple so she wants to make this one extra special

Larisa quietly yawned as she was awoken by the sunlight peeking through the curtains. She was snuggled against her boyfriend’s back with her arms wrapped around him. Larisa sucked in all of his body heat.

“Morning, Larisa” She heard Derek, her boyfriend, say. “Good morning to you too, handsome.” Larisa purred, “Oh, and Happy Birthday.” Larisa placed small kisses upon Derek’s neck. He chuckled before turning over to face Larisa, she had to sadly let go of him in the process. Her lover cheerfully spoke, “I can already tell it’s going to be a great day already.” He wrapped his arms around Larisa’s waist, connecting their bodies once again.

They had planned a small get-together with their friends and family today. Also, this is the first birthday they’re celebrating together as an official couple, so that made the day especially special. Larisa isn’t so eager to get out of bed just yet. Derek attempted to pull away from her and get out of bed to start the day but she was quick to pull him back in. Derek made a startled noise and Larisa gave him a quick kiss as an apology.

“Sorry, birthday boy,” Larisa changed their position to make it where she was on top of him, “but, I want to give you an early birthday present.” She saw bright Derek’s green eyes look up at her as she loomed over him, more so than usual. He gave Larisa a coy smile, “I don’t mind.”

“Good.” Larisa leaned down so that she could press a kiss on his lips. Then another, then another, then another. You get the point.

She soon pulled away from Derek, wondering what to do next. Larisa squinted as she eyed the hem of Derek’s pajama shirt then she lifted his shirt up so his abs were exposed. She licked her lips before diving in and planted small kisses along his abs, starting from the bottom up. It’s a shame Larisa isn’t wearing lipstick, she’s sure that Derek would look immaculate covered in lipstick marks. Maybe later.

Larisa puckered her lips absentmindedly, “Babes, do you mind taking your shirt off for me?” Derek grinned, “Of course not, Larisa.” She gave Derek some space as he sat up, he pulled the fabric over his head and tossed his shirt onto the floor. Larisa admired the view. She’s tempted to follow suit and take off her shirt as well but, today is Derek’s day. Larisa wants to solely focus on him (for now, atleast).

She pushed Derek back down on the bed, the bed slightly creaking beneath them, and targeted his neck with kisses .Larisa allowed her hands to roam freely over Derek’s body. A devious idea came to Larisa’s head. “Ah!” She heard Derek yelp as she lovingly bit into the side of his neck. Larisa didn’t bite hard enough to leave a mark, of course. She placed one final kiss on his neck before retreating.

She returned to Derek’s face to kiss his lips again, softly raking her hand through his short hair. The kiss lasted longer than it was supposed to, but Larisa couldn’t help it. The way Derek squeezed her thigh, the rise and fall of his bare chest, the way he looks so delectable underneath Larisa; all of that ignited a fire within her.

Finally, their lips parted. Derek looked up at Larisa with lidded eyes. His green eyes locked with her beige owns, “You’re so good at this.” He whispered. Larisa resisted the urge to attack his lips, not wanting to get ahead of herself. They still had an outing planned afterall. She reluctantly pulled herself away from her darling boyfriend and Derek watched her with a curious stare. “I can’t keep you all to myself today, babes.” Larisa lifts the cover off of herself, “We need to get ready to tackle the day.”

“Right!” Derek pushed himself out of bed and retrieved his lost shirt off of the floor.

Larisa smiled as she watched him, a warm rush of affection swelling within her. He looked adorable, the way he slipped back into his shirt, tugging it over his head and running a hand through his messy hair. She couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to have him.

Larisa pulled herself out of bed and stretched before heading to the bathroom to get ready, determined to make Derek enjoy his birthday to the fullest.

[iminaworldofpureimagination]

watching behind the scenes making of snow white just makes wish more infuriating cause its reek of laziness. what made disney movies great was live action actor references/talented artists.. something they did in the 90s with sherri stoner as ariel/ belle and its why encanto did well too as they did self poses for references. you don't really get that vibe with wish.. at least with asha. and with all the hard painstainking grueling work in the 30s compared to our time now you think it be easier to make a product that has a good finished looking background pure lazyiness.

[tooti-fruiti]

TOUGH LOVE [CHAPTER SEVEN]

Further into the snow

You followed Papyrus as he kept leading you through the snowy forest.

After a while, two more dogs approached the two of you.

Papyrus put his hand in front of you and stopped as the dogs began sniffing the air.

He began to smirk as they finished sniffing.

"What do you smell?" A masculine voice asked from the dog on the left, who wore a hood that covered their eyes.

"I smell something weird. You?" A feminine voice asked from the other dog who also wore a hood.

"I also smell something weird." He said.

"Wait!" The other dog said as she started sniffing the air again.

"I smell bones!" She paused before gasping. "...and leather..."

"Bones and leather?" The first dog asked before he gasped too.

They both dropped their weapons and kneeled. "G-Good evening Papyrus!" They both said.

"DOGAMY AND DOGERESSA." Papyrus scowled.

He quickly yanked their hoods down and they both yelped.

"TAKE THOSE HOODS DOWN, AND KEEP THEM DOWN!"

"Yes Papyrus!" They said.

"GET BACK TO YOUR POSTS, IMMEDIATELY!"

The dogs quickly rose and ran away into the forest.

Papyrus let out a loud sigh. "DOGS..."

"Are...all members of Royal

Guard dogs, besides you and Undyne?"

"...YES."

Before you could say anything, Papyrus laughed and approached the next puzzle.

"THIS ONE IS QUITE SIMPLE. IT'S A SORT OF...WARM UP FOR THE PUZZLE AHEAD."

"SEE IF YOU CAN SOLVE IT." He said moving away.

You stared at the puzzle for a minute before you figured it out and completed it.

"ALRIGHT...GOOD, GOOD..."

After the spikes lowered, he led you to the next puzzle and it looked a lot more complicated than the one you just did.

"IS THERE ANYTHING FAMILIAR ABOUT THIS PUZZLE TO YOU?" He asked.

After staring at the puzzle for a little bit, you realized that it kind of looked like Papyrus.

"...It kind of looks like you." You said, tilting your head.

Papyrus chuckled. "EXACTLY! THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE PUZZLE BECAUSE IT'S MY HANDSOME FACE. NOT ONLY GLORIOUS, BUT ALSO DIFFICULT AS WELL!"

"GO AHEAD AND TRY TO COMPLETE IT. I WILL UNDERSTAND IF YOU NEED MY HELP BECAUSE YOU WOULD BE TOO STUPID TO FIGURE IT OUT ON YOUR OWN."

You rolled your eyes and stared at the puzzle.

Papyrus was right.

It was very difficult.

You evented figured out the solution and completed the puzzle.

You turned to Papyrus with a smug smile. "Thanks for the offering, but I did just fine without your help."

Papyrus stared at you, a little surprised before he started to chuckle.

"I'M A LITTLE IMPRESSED. THE OTHER GUARDS HAD A MUCH HARDER TIME FIGURING IT OUT. BUT THEN AGAIN, THEY ARE DOGS."

You smiled at him and he waved his hand. "COME ALONG HUMAN, THE NEXT PUZZLE AWAITS AND I WOULD BE LYING IF I SAID I WASN'T A LITTLE EXCITED TO SEE IF YOU COULD FIGURE IT OUT."

You smiled and walked beside him as he led you to the next puzzle.

He suddenly seemed to remember something and sighed.

"What?" You asked.

"I THINK SANS FORGOT TO FEED DOOMFANGER, MY CAT."

"You have a cat?"

He turned to you. "YES, I DO."

You smiled. "I've always wanted a cat, but back up on the surface I was too busy to ever take care of a cat so I never got one."

"WHAT A PITY. DOOMFANGER IS A WONDERFUL GUARD CAT. AND I'M SURE THAT IF YOU WERE NOT SO BUSY, YOU WOULD HAVE A WONDERFUL GUARD CAT AS WELL."

"Wait. If Doomfanger's YOUR cat, why don't you feed him?"

Papyrus glared at you. "DOOMFANGER IS A GIRL."

"Oh, sorry. Why don't you feed her?"

"BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY TO DO SO. SANS HOWEVER, IS THE DEFINITION OF LAZYINESS AND DOESN'T DO ANYTHING. THUS I HAVE TASKED HIM WITH FEEDING HER WHEN I AM AWAY."

"You and I have the same problem, then. We're too busy to take care of pets."

"I AM NOT TOO BUSY! I GO BACK TO MY HOME TO REWARD HER FOR KEEPING THE HOUSE SAFE!"

"What kind of reward?"

"PETTING HER? WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE?" He asked.

"I don't know, maybe like Tuna or something?"

"TUNA?" He asked. "WHAT'S TUNA?"

"It's a type of fish on the surface."

"HUMANS FEED FISH TO THEIR CATS?"

"Yeah, sometimes." You said.

"HOW INTERESTING. I HOPE I SEE THIS 'TUNA FISH' WHEN MY KIND AND I GET TO THE SURFACE." He said as you two keep walking.

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Chapter Six

Chapter Eight->

[goelsewherex]

07/17/2024, Wed

Ok I just created another draft for my letter of motivation bc I am still not satisfied with it

Not yet done

(Finally on my day off after 6 night shifts)

I need to research more about the scholarship. I need to research more scholarships actually and take note of the deadlines

but why am I kinda lazyy (am I justifying it's because of the night shifts that's why I am tired as well)

Entertained the thought of pursuing a Masters in International Studies in UPD

Alsoo I started learning German on Duolingo yesterday. I should really invest my energy more on my self-growth

[prophecyhaunted]

Favourite Colour: every shade of blue and neutral colours

Last Song: American money by BØRNS

Currently Reading: Nothing :(

Currently Watching: Mumbai Diaries 26/11

Currently Craving: watermelon

Coffee or Tea: depends

Last song you sang out loud: Under Pressure by Queen, David Bowie

Favourite chips flavour: sour cream

Last book i opened: physics book

Earbuds, headphones, or nothing?: well at home nothing but in public I use wired earphones

Last place i went to other than home: schl

A colour that looks good on you: baby pink

Last trailer you saw: thunderbolts

Open tags cuz I am lazyy

tagged by @ghostlykiss :) Get to know your mutuals tag game

Favorite Color: green. Either a rich forest or olive drab

Last Song: How Bad Do U Want Me? - Lady Gaga

Currently Reading: Book: Wheel of Time 11 (still lmao) Fics: made my way through Richie/Mikey (The Bear) today and experienced feelings. Patiently waiting for the next Access Permissions chapter.

Currently Watching: The Punisher series (which is how the Richie/Mikey thing happened)

Currently Craving: Mint chocolate

Coffee or Tea: Both. Depends on the day

Last song you sang out loud: The aforementioned Gaga song

What is your favorite crisp flavor: Plain or dill pickle

Last book I opened: Wheel of Time 11

Earbuds, headphones, or nothing?: Earbuds. My headphones hurt my ears after many hours (they're cheap $20 Panasonic), but earbuds kinda hurt one ear (I have a conch piercing in that ear).

Last place I went to other than home: Work but not to work. I was hanging out with my uncle (I work in a bar)

A color that looks good on you: Black. Other people have said red and blue too.

Last trailer you saw: Um... Phoenician Scheme? I wanna say the Superman one because it was sent to me, but I don't think I clicked on it.

No pressure tagging! @jakekazansky @nixie-deangel @towering-book-piles

[multi-realm]

Christmas art for @sylkauna!

[amaranthdahlia]

remember the one time where izuku actually wore a maid dress in the official gag manga

[ranvwoop]

instead of writing I Drew Designs. Emerald Moments