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#i can do 2 colors on myself pretty okay but i think 3 is too complicated for me
soffpisces · 2 months
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enhypen’s reaction to your new piercing!!
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enhypen hyung!line x gf!reader
warnings: needles, piercings duh, suggestive for jake’s and hoon’s, kissing, ungodly amount of pet names, uhh touching?, mdni
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heeseung- lip piercing
“okay baby, close your eyes,” you say to his sitting form on the bed whilst peaking from behind his door. you had called him before arriving at the dorm saying you had a surprise for him, and now here you two were.
he closes his eyes and gives a nervous laugh. “should I be scared right now?”
“maybe!” you tease, giggling while you make your way into the room. “okay. now pucker your lips…”
he makes an unsure face but does it anyway, knowing you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.
you slowly bring your face closer to his and softly kiss his lips. the ring hugging your lip feels cold as it presses between the two of you.
he audibly gasps at the feeling of something that’s not usually there when he kisses you. pulling away, he takes your jaw and pulls you back so he can get a good look at your piercing.
“baby! is this real?!” you weren’t sure how he would react, but he didn’t seem like he disliked it, at least.
running your tongue over it, you giggle, “yes, silly! it’s not a prank.”
"did it hurt, baby doll?" he's instantly concerned as he thoroughly inspects your bottom lip, lightly pressing on it as he does.
"nah, not really," you mumble whilst he curiously brushes over the ring. "do you think it's cool?"
"oh baby, you're the coolest," he tells you with stars in his eyes and a gentle kiss on your lips.
jake-belly button
to put it lightly, jake was probably more excited than you for your piercing appointment. when you first told him you were planning to get your belly button pierced, he almost bounced off the walls with excitement.
"what do you think about me getting my belly pierced?" you ask him randomly one day, just chilling in his room. he instantly perks up at this, looking up from his phone and looking at you excitedly. you swear you could see his tail wagging behind him.
"baby. i would probably come in my pants." you have never seen him this serious about something... ever.
so, this is how you're here at the piercer/tattoo shop. clenching jake's fist in a death grip, as you lie down on the table.
"i feel so vulnerable right now," you say looking up at him, giggling nervously.
"it's okay, i'm here doll." needless to say, he's not very happy that the piercer is a guy and touchin' on his girl's navel (albeit professionally), but he only glares a few times before focusing on you.
“okay deep breath. 1, 2, 3- and you’re done!” the piercer is already expertly securing the jewelry in place when you realize it’s over.
“oh ouchie- you okay baby girl?” you see Jake’s worried face and notice it’s drained of color. he helps you sit up, and your breath hitches at the subtle pain as your torso moves and the sight of the pretty jewelry in the mirror.
“wow, i love it! i didn’t even feel it!” you say excitedly, admiring your new piercing in the mirror.
the grip jake had on your hand slowly loosens, and you look back to see him almost collapsing onto the piercing bench, looking like he just saw a ghost.
“holy shit, babe. you look so hot”- he says faintly, taking a shaky breath, “but i shouldn’t have watched.”
jay-conch
as jay’s girlfriend, of course you had to get the iconic conch piercing. he was actually the one that wanted you to get it first, though. you had immediately agreed because- what a cute couple activity!
“should i be expecting to pass out from the pain?” you ask him in the car as he drives to the location. your hands fiddled with a random straw wrapper, trying to keep yourself from being too nervous.
“stop looking at pain levels on reddit,” he jokingly scolds you. “you’re just gonna freak yourself out, doll.”
“what if i pee myself or like throw up on the piercer??” you knew you wouldn’t actually, but thinking of the worst case scenarios always takes the edge off.
he laughs at you and pats your leg gently. “if you do, i’m getting it on video.”
for the rest of the ride he placates your whines of worry with loud singing to “highway to hell” by ac/dc… quickly, you regret coming.
the piercer turned out to be a really cool-looking 20-something girl who smelled like weed and strawberries (you digged it). safe to say, you were in good hands, and your nerves calmed down as you all joked with each other.
“alright so, it could bleed a little so i’m just gonna put this cloth over your shirt,” she starts getting the equipment ready, “remember deep breaths and 1,2,3!”
it took every bit of two seconds to get the needle through since the cartilage is so thick, and the whole time you’re squeezing the life out of jay’s hand.
“that’s my tough girl! hurts real good right?” and goddamn, it hurt worse than you thought.
“fuck jay, why’d you put me through that,” you joke to him, letting out your breath.
the mirror is handed to you as she finishes putting the back on, and your eyes light up at the new addition. it looks actually so cute.
“yea, hurts like a bitch,” she starts, “you want me to snap a picture for you two?”
you both nod eagerly and thank her for the piercing and the picture of your two ears side-by-side. the matching jewelry was a perfect idea.
“my little mini-me looks so cute,” he coos, kissing your cheek as you both leave the shop.
sunghoon- back dermals
you honestly felt like hot shit getting these piercings and couldn’t wait to show hoon. although, you weren’t the type to boast about things like this, so you decided to nonchalantly soft-launch your new piercings hoping to get a surprised reaction from him.
for your outfit, you landed on low-waisted fold-over leggings and a slightly cropped shirt. this way, you could be comfortable just going to his dorm but also feel confident he would pay extra attention to your figure.
“so i was thinking we could just play smash bros and whoever loses has to make ramen or we could up the stakes”- there’s an audible pause in his explanation as you both walk to his room. he’s catching you by your hips before you’ve even made it through the door.
“wait- what are these?” his thumbs start caressing the skin around the jewels as he inspects your lower back.
“oh, those? i got them the other day,” you giggle, “you like them?”
“baby. you’re so”- he cuts himself off before he embarrasses himself. does he like them? what a fucking question. he’s going to ruin you!
“you don’t like them?” you pretend to pout at him. of course you knew he was actually popping a boner right now.
“if you don’t get in this room right now, i am going to take you right here, in this hallway.” pfft. does he like them. what a stupid question.
ermmm slowly becoming a hyung!line writer sorry:3 lmk if there’s any warnings i missed!!!
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lowkeychenle · 4 months
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Irrevocably (3) (M)
Description: Following the night of the party, all you want to do is be alone. Chenle, on the other hand, has other ideas, and is suddenly hellbent on proving to you he'll be better for you
Content Warnings: Angst (previous content warnings from other parts do apply, please check those out before you continue). Smut: explicit, rough, unprotected sex (let's make sure to use protection y'alllll), multiple rounds, why is chenle always pussy drunk i don't understand, use of pet names baby and pretty girl, temperature play (ice), oral (both), cockwarming (did y'all really think I could end a fic on a BAD NOTE when it's CHENLE WEEK?! no bye)
Word Count: 9,105
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader
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You wish you could say things changed for you. That you miraculously felt better after you broke down in front of Chenle. Maybe you’d be in a magical world of bliss at this point if that were the case. He’d finally realize all of the bullshit he did and beg for your forgiveness, but a man like him is too prideful to admit his mistakes. You know that now.
He stayed with you until you were calm enough to think rationally, but as soon as your thinking ability came back, you hightailed away from him as fast as you could. Thankfully, Jisung hadn’t been drinking, so he offered to take you home.
He was probably dying to know—not only why Chenle stormed after you and Mark, only for Mark and Chenle’s girlfriend to both stomp off in anger, swearing they’d never speak to either of you again. Although, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. Everyone is suddenly painfully aware that you and Chenle have some sort of history that’s more than what you’d let on.
The first text from Chenle came that night. Apparently, he decided it was time to unblock you.
Chenle: I’m so sorry
All you can do is snort and drop your phone into your lap. You make sure to actually open the message so he sees you’ve read it without responding. He doesn’t deserve anymore of your time. Even if it is to apologize. You want to tear the world down when you see the two hearts next to his name, one in your favorite color, and one in his.
“You okay?” Jisung asks as he pulls up to your building. “I know we’re all friends with Chenle, but you’re important to us, too, okay? Don’t hold anything in if you’re hurting.”
Your throat is dry, and you’re sure your face is still red and puffy from all the crying you did. “Thanks, Ji. I really don’t feel like talking at all tonight. I’m sorry.”
“As long as you know I’m here if you need me.”
You nod once at him and thank him quietly before getting out of his car. Without a single look back, you head into your building. You’re not sure what to expect. Considering how Chenle’s been acting lately, his sad apology attempt is most likely all you’ll get. He’ll go back after his girlfriend, and you’ll end up blocked all over again before the end of the week.
Once you’re inside your house, you have the urge to curl into a ball on the couch with your favorite blanket and never leave the protection of the walls around you. With the door locked, nobody will ever be able to bother you.
Hours turn into days and days into weeks, and the most you’ve done is go to the grocery store once. Delivery has become your savior, but even that doesn’t sit right with you. To your surprise, Chenle continued to message you periodically.
Chenle: You have every right to be pissed at me. I know. All I want is to explain myself, okay?
Chenle: I fucked up so bad I know I did
Chenle: I need you in my life (Y/N)
You’re even more surprised when you don’t hear a single peep from Mark. Chenle was texting you at least once a day, and it seemed that as many times as he sent something to you, you were reaching out to Mark.
You love Chenle. There’s no denying it any longer, but you know better than to love someone who’s not emotionally available to you. Chenle already tore you down to the ground once.
Chenle: I’m not gonna give up until you talk to me. Even if it’s just five minutes
Chenle: I fucking miss you
Chenle: in a real way…i’m not missing anyone. I’m missing you. Please.
Chenle: I don’t even know what to say next, but I’m gonna keep texting you until you respond to me
On week three, he even went as far as to knock on your door. You hadn’t left or ordered any delivery, so you were confused as to why someone was there. Looking out the peephole, your breath faltered at the sight of Chenle. He had no right to show up. You hadn’t responded for a reason, and you’ll apparently have to move apartments to stay away from him.
“I know you’re there,” he says, voice carrying to you. “(Y/N), I really just want to talk to you. I don’t know how many times I can tell you I’m sorry before you believe me.”
You almost laugh and give away how close you are. It doesn’t matter how many times he says it, it’ll take much more than that for you to even consider talking to him. You watch him closely as his face scrunches up and he lets out a sigh.
“I’m not giving up. Ever. You’ll see. I need you and we both know it.”
The door must be thin, because when you let out a shuddering breath at his words, he perks up. It’s almost as if he’s looking right at you through the wood, like he knows exactly where you are.
“Just let me in,” he asks again. “I know what I did was wrong, and I don’t want to ask you to forgive me, but I do want to explain myself. If anything, it’ll give you some closure knowing this wasn’t your fault.”
Your heart rate escalates to the point you’re sure it’ll shatter upon impact with your ribcage. A tear rolls down your cheek, but you angrily brush it away. He doesn’t deserve your time, and he certainly doesn’t deserve to be in your safe space.
“Please. You won’t even have to say anything. Let me say my piece and then I’ll go, okay?”
This isn’t even the same Chenle you knew, you tell yourself. Nothing has changed. All he wants is leverage.
The tone of his voice makes it hard to believe that, but you steel your resolve. You have to ignore him.
After that, he slumps in defeat, sighs, and walks away. You let out a pent up breath, relieved he decided to go.
Or at least, that’s what you thought.
When dinner time rolls around, you don’t have any groceries since you’ve been holed up for weeks now. The only logical response is to order pizza. Plus, after the emotional wreckage Chenle left you in, you’ve earned it.
It takes about forty-five minutes for the food to arrive, and you gladly throw the door open. You recoil in shock at the sight of Chenle holding the box.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You scoff.
“I gave the dude a $50 bill and he just gave it to me. I really just want to talk—”
“That’s not the problem, Chenle,” you cut him off, stomping off toward your kitchen. “You continue to disrespect boundaries and me, and it’s not okay. I’m having trouble figuring out why you can’t see that.”
“I’m sorry,” he says.
You stand on one side of the island, and he sets the box down on the opposite end, resting his palms against it.
“You deserve an explanation.” His gaze scans over you, guilt written all over his face.
“Another thing you don’t get. If I wanted or needed an explanation, I would’ve asked you. Actually, I did, and you not giving it to me was the answer. You’ve ruined everything for me. I can’t even talk to any of the guys without feeling like they’re pitying me.” You run your fingers through your hair. “You hurt me, and you’re doing it again by showing up when I said I didn’t want anything to do with you. You’re selfish. You only care about yourself and making up your image in my eyes so I don’t hate you.”
“Do you?” he whispers. “Hate me?”
“That doesn’t concern you anymore.”
“Either way, I know you should. I’m not here to make myself look better, okay? I don’t want you to excuse my behavior because it was beyond fucked up, but I want you to know that it wasn’t anything about you that made things work out this way.”
You pause, averting away from the pleading look on his face. “What could you possibly have going on to justify all of this bullshit?”
“It’s not a justification,” he clarifies. “I know it was wrong. All of it. I know I’m a shitty person for putting you through that.”
He takes your silence as approval to continue.
“Honestly, I miss you so fucking much. Before all of this, you were my best friend, and I know I was yours. I never meant for it to get this messed up, you know? I…Towards the end of our, um, situation, I realized I was in love with you. Real love. Love that made me want you in ways I couldn’t, because I already knew there was no way you’d feel the same.
“And so I gave up. I had to press the fucking panic button and get as far away from you as possible. Jia showed up at the right time, and I threw everything I had into her instead. I didn’t tell her about what we’d done, because I also thought that meant I’d have to admit to her what came along with it.
“Things got…serious, I guess. She was around my family and they all loved her. You know how important they are to me, so I felt so much pressure to maintain this relationship because they’d never been so excited about me being with a girl before. So yeah, when we broke up, my first instinct was to come to you. I love you, and it was the first time I felt really happy in months.
“But when she called me, (Y/N), I felt like I didn’t have a choice. You wouldn’t ever want me in the way I needed, my family loved her, and everything fell apart. It wasn’t until she made me block you that I really saw what it was like without you in my life. When I first started dating her, we still talked and hung out all the time, so it was…okay. As long as I could have you both, I was okay.
“And seeing you with Mark fucked me up so bad. I wanted to take you away from him and keep you for myself, but in my head, that never meant you were on the backburner. Everything was you, and even the idea of Mark having you in the ways I did broke me into pieces.
“And I was talking to Jia recently, just to apologize to her for wasting months of her life. She told me that the night everything blew up, she slept with Mark. They were both pissed and wanted revenge, I guess, but I wasn’t even upset. I didn’t care. But if it had been you, I…Nobody has ever had my heart the way you do.”
Tears stream down your face, but you refuse to acknowledge their existence. Chenle’s eyes are welled up, his jaw clenched tight once he finishes his words.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” you choke out, turning away from him.
“I know,” he agrees without hesitation. “I know.”
He makes his way around the counter, and you take a step back.
“Please don’t touch me.” You shake your head.
“I won’t,” he murmurs, standing so close in proximity to you, you smell his cologne. The scent invades your senses, and you suddenly have trouble breathing.
“What are you doing?” you ask.
You recoil in shock for the second time in the past hour when he lowers himself to his knees. He looks up at you, totally defeated as he opens his mouth to speak.
“I’m so sorry.” His voice catches in his throat. “I’m not asking for us to be together, and I’m not asking for anything close to what we had before. I just want us to be friends again. I need you in my life. No matter where that spot is.”
“God, Chenle, get off the floor.” You wipe angrily at the dampness on your cheeks.
“I need you. Please.”
When you look at him, you hate how you see him. How he looks like the Chenle you knew before all of this happened. The sight in front of you makes you want to kiss him and tell him you love him too, but you’re well aware all of this could be an act. Maybe he gave this same speech to Jia, and you’re the leftover—
“Jia’s gone. I promise. You’re more important to me, okay? Whatever you want or need, I’ll do it.” The pleading gleam in his gaze has your frozen heart slowly melting.
You can’t give in. Friendship could be good for the two of you, but if you give him anymore now, you fear it’ll be detrimental for you in the future.
“Friends. That’s it.” You watch him closely as the relief floods over him.
“Thank you.” He stands up and brushes his jeans off. “I won’t do that to you again. I fucking swear.”
“We’re not immediately going back to normal,” you tell him, confidently meeting his stare for the first time in a long time. “You have to prove yourself to me. That you care about me as a person and not as something to take your stress out on. No more out of place jealousy, no more butting into things that have nothing to do with you. Our past doesn’t exist anymore.”
“I’m not going to let you down,” Chenle insists. “I swear I won’t.”
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”
One week later, 9:35 p.m., September 15th, 2023, Jaemin’s house
You arrived at the party by yourself, but the majority of the group was already there. Jaemin sees you first, letting out a loud cheer when he makes eye contact with you. It’s the first time you agreed to come out after everything that happened, so they all view it as a big deal.
You laugh as he hugs you, and then pulls you down to sit next to him. Thankfully, no one brings up what happened last month, and you’re able to have a good time with your friends without you feeling like they secretly pity you for all of the shit Chenle pulled.
Speaking of him, he hasn’t arrived yet, but you know he’s coming. He’d never miss one of Jaemin’s parties. That, and he told you this morning in his daily good morning text that he was excited to see you tonight. The entire week, you’d been in contact with him, and you almost hated how normal it felt to sink back into a friendship with him. It’s how you remember him before he started dating Jia, and all you can do is hope that it lasts.
In fact, his text was ‘good morning bighead, it’ll be nice to see you at jaem’s tonight.’
He’s clearly very eloquent.
Although, it did make you laugh. And respond back with how his head is much bigger than yours.
Your guard is still up. You don’t trust him. But it’s not like he can’t build that back by showing you he’s serious. As much as you hate to admit it, your hopes are up as high as the steel wall he’s pulling down piece by piece.
“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” you tell Jaemin, who gives you a thumbs up and delves into a conversation with Haechan. Something about global warming, but you don’t stay around long enough to hear the entirety of it.
Once you return, you notice the extra person. Chenle arrived while you were in the kitchen, and the pain in your chest at seeing him is miniscule. You want him in all the ways you had him—more, even—but you know it’s best for both of you to work your way up. After all, he could still be lying. But seeing him alone and not with Jia also adds to your hopes—maybe he’s being serious. Maybe people can change, and you should give him the benefit of the doubt.
You make a bold move, a show of faith, perhaps, when you go sit down next to Chenle. There’s a decent amount of space between you two, but you don’t miss the way his smile widens.
The night rages on around you, but you’re acutely aware of the way Chenle gets a little closer to you with every drink one of you goes to get, and eventually, you’re laughing together while making fun of Jisung.
Everything is as it should be, and everytime Chenle’s not looking right at you, you’re smiling in his direction, knowing this is who he should’ve been all along.
11:32 p.m., September 17th, 2023, your apartment
“And then, Haechan said Mark and Jia are actually dating now.” Chenle’s voice travels through your phone resting on your chest while you stare up at the ceiling.
Without meaning to, you let out a laugh. “I mean, maybe it’ll work for them. They both deserve to be happy.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He’s silent for a moment. “You, too, you know. You deserve to be happy.”
“Everyone does,” you reply. “Sometimes, good people do bad things, Le. I don’t think you’re a bad person.”
There’s shuffling on his end, like he’s settling in his blanket. “I’m glad to hear that. We haven’t really…talked about that much lately. It’s not a bad thing, ‘cause it’s probably best to shelve the past for now, but if you want to say anything to me, you don’t have to hold back.”
You contemplate. There are thousands of things you could tell Chenle right at this moment. You could tell him you’ve always loved him, too, or you could tell him how hurt you were. How he tore you up from the inside out and gave you no room to breathe. He infiltrated everything you had and turned it into his own personal playground.
God, you should be mad at him. You should hate him and hang up right now, but you won’t.
“Thanks,” you murmur. “I missed you, too. When you were gone. I’m glad you forced your way into my house with pizza to tell me everything. You were right, I was blaming myself for it.”
“Don’t ever blame yourself for my dumbass actions. I won’t lie to you, not anymore. Um, is it…okay if I ask you something?”
You frown, wondering if it’s a good idea. “Sure.”
“Did you ever feel more for me than friendship? Like when we were hooking up, did you mean all the things you’ve said to me?” He clears his throat, the tone of his voice clearly portraying his embarrassment.
“I’ve never lied to you,” you return, face heating up.
“Next time I see you, is it okay if I hug you?” Chenle whispers. “I miss you.”
“Yeah, I think that’s okay.” A tiny smile forms.
“Okay. I…I’m gonna go to sleep, I’m exhausted. I’ll see you soon?”
“Soon. Goodnight, Chenle.”
10:23 p.m., September 25th, 2023, Jisung’s house
You, Chenle, Jisung, and Jaemin decided it’d be a good night to get together and watch a movie. Jisung has a theater room, so the four of you rest in there. You sit between Jaemin and Chenle, and you quietly let them know you’ll be back in a few minutes.
You go into Jisung’s fridge to grab a water bottle.
“Don’t you have a drink in there?” Jisung’s voice startles you, and you let out a gasp.
“Christ, Sungs, don’t sneak up on me like that.” You smack your hand over your heart. “Don’t you know that’s how you put people in cardiac arrest?”
“Dramatic.” Jisung snorts and grabs a bag of candy from a cupboard. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. It’s been a while since I got to talk to you, and I’ve noticed you and Chenle are friends again.”
“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” You grab a piece of chocolate and unwrap it before putting it in your mouth.
“I just want to make sure you’re okay. We’re your friends, too.”
“Look, I’m not sure how much you know about what happened, but that’s all over. Chenle and I…started over. And we’re friends, and I’d very much like to keep it that way.” You sip your water to wash down your candy.
“Be honest, do you just want to be his friend?” Jisung raises an eyebrow at you.
You laugh. “That’s not really something you should be asking me.”
“I know him, okay? I’m trying to look out for you—”
“I appreciate it, Ji, but I also happen to know Chenle. When a man like him begs for forgiveness on his hands and knees, you give him a shot. I’m not dumb, and I know what that whole situation made me look like, but I never would’ve done anything to hurt Chenle’s relationship when he was in one.” You shift on your feet.
“He just won’t tell us what’s going on, and Mark and Jia aren’t your biggest fan—”
“Jisung, what the hell?” Chenle leans on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. “What are you doing?”
You recognize this tone of his, and you immediately look at him and shake your head. “It’s not a big deal, Chenle, he’s just—”
“No, it is a big deal. Is this why you invited us here?” He frowns at the younger man. “You thought if you couldn’t get answers out of me, you’d get answers from her?”
“Hey, man, it’s not like that.” Jisung holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just curious.”
“You really wanna know that bad?” Chenle steps in, planting his palms on the countertop.
“It’s really okay,” you whisper to him, going as far as to wrap your fingers around his wrist.
“Yeah, I do. Because right now it looks like some girl is tearing apart our friend group.”
“She didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You don’t have to. I don’t care what they think.” You tug him gently, but he doesn’t look at you.
“It was me. I screwed everything up. (Y/N) and I were hooking up for over a year before I met Jia. And when Jia and I started dating, we obviously stopped that. But when she broke up with me, it was because I still had all of the conversations with (Y/N), and she was pissed about it. That night, I went to (Y/N)’s house and we slept together, and I lied to Jia again. Everything that went wrong was my fault, Jisung. She hasn’t done anything wrong.”
Jisung blinks in shock, lips parting as he glances between the two of you. You stare down at your feet, trying not to let the way he defended you seep beneath your skin. Chenle still has a lot of work to do, but you won’t lie and say it didn’t give him some brownie points.
“So why was she with Mark?”
“After I slept with her, I left the next morning when Jia called me. And then Jia asked me to block her, and I did. So all she was doing was honestly trying to forget about me, which is still her best bet.”
Your throat dries as the memories resurface, but even now, you see the difference. The Chenle who walked out on you never would’ve admitted that to another soul. He’s taking the fall. He’s taking accountability for his actions.
“Everything would’ve been fine if I hadn’t stormed up after them at Jaemin’s party. But I couldn’t stop myself, and everyone else there knew it, too.”
“(Y/N), I’m sorry for assuming.” Jisung chews the inside of his cheek. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“It’s okay, Sungs.” You give him a small smile, but Chenle’s hand slides into yours, and the way he intertwines your fingers has your heart skipping.
“Let’s get out of here,” Chenle mutters. “I’ll drop you off at home.”
You nod once at Jisung and allow the other man to pull you out of his house. The car ride is mostly silent, the soft hum of music distracting you from the way Chenle still grips your hand over the center console. You catch a glimpse of him, the street lights reflecting off his skin as they pass.
God, all you want to do is love him. You want to throw caution to the fucking wind and tell him the truth. Allow him to hold you close and feel the warmth of his embrace.
He pulls up outside your building, looking at you with a soft, tired gleam in his pretty brown eyes.
“I’m really sorry,” he says. “Jisung shouldn’t ever have done something like that.”
“It’s okay. And not your fault. I’m aware of what the situation looks like to everyone else, but it’s not their business. Thank you for standing up for me.” You squeeze him gently.
“I’ll do it for as long as you let me,” he whispers.
In your tired, vulnerable state, the rest of that wall crashes to the ground.
“Come upstairs with me?” you ask. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“I…” His eyes close and he rests his head back on the seat.
“I don’t mean it like that. I just want some company.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way. Please. But I can’t.” He forces the words out, palms running down his face. “I know you think you want that now, but I don’t want to risk you getting upset about it later. And part of proving myself is knowing when a decision will hurt you. I don’t trust either of us when it comes to being alone together in a room. Your bedroom especially.”
It stings, sure, but you know he’s right. Old habits die hard, and as soon as he’s in your bed, all bets are off.
You inhale shakily. “Right. Of course.”
“I want to.” His finger guides your chin up until you’re looking at him. He smiles softly. “I’ve missed you so much that I want to be with you all the time. But that’ll come with time when I know you really trust me fully.”
You lean across the center of the car and press your lips to his cheek, lingering for a second too long before pulling away and unbuckling your seatbelt.
“Thank you, Le.”
He nods, watching you closely as you get out and head toward your building. You look over your shoulder once before entering.
His fingers trace over his skin where your lips just were, and relief has his chest deflating.
10:34 a.m., October 14th, 2023, a local coffee shop
Chenle sets a cup down in front of you before sitting down in the booth, resting his head on his palm. You type away on your computer, occasionally glancing up to him to see if he looks bored yet. He seems perfectly content, swirling his own drink around.
“So, what’s that for again?” he asks.
“Just a last minute report I’m typing out for work,” you reply absentmindedly. “Sorry, I’m almost done.”
“I’m not in any rush.” He chuckles and leans back.
You spend nearly every day with Chenle. The two of you have even graduated to spending time alone away from your other friends, and you love how much it feels exactly how it used to. The Chenle that left you has thankfully disappeared into the abyss, and your friend has come back. You two text every day, he buys you coffee, he teases you whenever he deems necessary.
As soon as you finish your report, you sigh in relief, save it, and close your laptop. “Thank you for the coffee. I definitely need it.”
“Anything that’ll give you enough energy for Jaemin’s Halloween party. What are you dressing up as?” He leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. “I still think we should coordinate.”
“I’m not telling you what I’m going as.” You stick out your tongue at him. “You’ll live.”
“Well, Jaemin wants me there early to help set up or whatever, so I will unfortunately just have to see you there.”
“Oh, that’s okay. The goal for tonight is to get as drunk as possible without blacking out.” You grin at him, to which he responds with a quirked eyebrow.
“Calm down there, bighead, you might hurt yourself.”
“Look on the brightside, if I get myself hurt, you get to swoop in and be my hero. Isn’t that exciting?” Despite the sarcastic drawl in your voice, Chenle shrugs.
“I’m supposed to save you from getting hurt, not just help you after the fact.” His phone starts ringing in his jacket, and once he grabs it, he groans. “Yeah, Jaemin?”
There’s a muffled sound from the device that has you laughing at the frantic yelling Jaemin is doing.
“It’s not even eleven yet,” Chenle points out. “I know I said I would help, but I didn’t think that meant twelve hours before the damn party starts.”
“It’s okay,” you tell him. “You should go!”
He glares at you and mouths, ‘not helping.’
After a few more garbled words, Chenle rolls his eyes.
“Okay, I’ll be there in like twenty minutes. You owe me, dude.” He hangs up the phone and gives you a guilty look.
“None of that.” You wave him off. “I need to get home anyway and take my daily rest.”
He snorts. “Alright. Come find me later, alright?”
“Well, duh. Who else is going to stop drunk me from making a fool of myself?”
12:54 a.m., October 15th, 2023, Jaemin’s house
The world spins around you, but the happiness you feel is unrivaled. You and Chenle dance together, where he twirls you in circles despite the beat not matching. He dressed up fairly simply, some dude that wears a trench coat and an odd looking hat, but for the life of you, you can’t remember the damn name.
You barely even recall what you’re dressed up as, but it’s something with a plaid-like skirt and a white top. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Not until you’re climbing up on the pool table for nostalgia’s sake, and Chenle’s practically begging you to come down.
“Your skirt is a little too short.” Chenle stands in front of you while you continue to dance.
“It’s Halloween, Chenle,” you remind him.
“In the nicest way possible, your costume isn’t exactly modest—why wouldn’t you put shorts on under that—”
The more you ignore him, the more he’s determined to get you to listen. He eventually climbs up next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your eyes are stuck on his lips, but your vision is blurring a bit too much to tell if they look as good as you think they do.
You miss him. He’s touching you, the warmth of his body ironically freezing yours in its place.
“C’mon, get down.”
“I think you should get down on your—” The world swaying cuts you off, and despite his grip on you, you stumble.
He waves someone else over, and you recognize Luigi. You shake your head and blink, realizing that it’s actually Jaemin dressed up as Luigi. Giggling, you basically drop your head on Chenle’s chest.
“I thought he was really Luigi.” You laugh and smack his arm as if that’ll ground you.
Jaemin and Chenle are talking to each other, but you’re too invested in the way Chenle’s lips look when they move to care all that much on the topic. You allow Chenle to lead you to the edge of the table, and with Jaemin’s help, you’re back safely on the ground.
“I’m taking you home.” Chenle’s lips brush against your ear as he keeps his arm around you and guides you toward the door. The sensation sends a chill down your spine, and you know he feels it through where his fingers are splayed out along the small of your back.
Everything happens in a blur—getting into his car, him driving to your apartment, him bringing you upstairs from the car. By the time you’re home, you suddenly understand exactly what Chenle said about being alone with him in your apartment.
He looks divine. Angelic. And you’re weak, needy, and drunk.
“Lele,” you murmur, leaning on the doorframe to the bathroom. “Help me take my makeup off.”
He follows you in. You know he’s weak for you, too. That it’s been so long since either of you have gotten any sort of satisfaction. You crave his touch, and the alcohol raging in your system does little to help with your inhibitions.
You bend over to grab your makeup wipes from beneath the sink, and you hear him shuffle behind you. Without another thought, you slide yourself on the counter and grab at his tie, tugging him close until he’s between your legs and pressing into you just enough to drive you crazy.
“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes dark as he takes in the situation. Your skirt riding up your thighs as you pull him closer, a short glimpse of the red lace beneath the skirt. You spread your legs a bit farther, craving to feel him right up on your lace-clad entrance.
“You have to get close to take makeup off,” you reply, giggling to yourself.
His jaw tightens, but he starts cleaning you up anyway, ignoring the way you periodically shuffle closer to the edge of the counter. When he’s almost done, you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your hips up.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, dropping what was in his hands. “(Y/N), let me finish taking your makeup off.”
You roll up once more, a soft groan leaving your lips. His hands dart down and push your thighs into the counter, halting your movements.
“C’mon,” you mumble, dropping your head against the mirror. “We both want it. You’ve been good, Lele, and I need you.”
Oh, Sober You was going to regret this. Sober You was going to kick your ass when the morning came, because you knew there’s no way Chenle’s not going to give in. The two of you are too addicted to each other not to.
He drops his head on your shoulder. “Baby, you’re drunk.”
“Please,” you whisper. “It’s been so long.”
“And we can wait a little longer,” he mentions, pushing your legs away from his waist. “Finish taking off your makeup. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”
You groan when he disappears out of the room, but you listen to what he says. As much as your drunk mind allows you, you wash your face. When you get back to your room, he’s in a drawer you almost forgot was there. Stuff he’d left at your place, all stuffed into one tiny section of your dresser.
“C’mere,” he says to you.
You stop in front of him, the edges of your vision still blurred as you put your hand on his chest. Beneath your palm is an erratic thumping, and you know how much inner turmoil he’s dealing with.
“Chenle,” you murmur. “Help me.”
“Okay, I’ll help. Don’t move.” He untucks your shirt from your skirt, trying his best to avoid skin-to-skin contact with you. Pulling it over your head, he avoids looking down.
He reaches over for the shirt he took out of the drawer, but you grab his wrists, leading both of his hands down to your skirt.
“What are you doing?” he asks. “If you don’t knock it off, I’m gonna tie you up in a very non-sexy way.”
You giggle, wavering a bit on your feet. “Just wanted you to see what I wore for you.”
“(Y/N), I don’t want to leave you like this but I can’t stay if you keep this up. I want you so fucking bad, but I refuse to do this while you’re this drunk.” He shakes his head. “Please.”
“We’ve had drunk sex,” you defend.
“Two things were different then, too. You actually wanted me while you were sober, and we were both equally drunk. I’ve barely had anything to drink.” He brushes your hair behind your ear. “Let me get you dressed so you can get some rest.”
“I do want you when I’m sober,” you continue defiantly.
“(Y/N), I’m not going to argue about this—”
“No, no.” You grab the shirt from him and put it on, almost smiling at the familiarity of wearing his clothes. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, but everything is so confusing.”
“Confusing how?” The guilty look in his eye tells you he already has an idea.
Great. Here comes the part of the night where you cry violently.
Tears well up, and you sniffle. “You hurt me so badly.”
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.”
“And a part of me knows that.” You’re sure your words are slurred, but he grips onto them like they’re his lifeline. You grip onto his stupid trench coat. “I want to believe it, but I’m so scared it’s gonna happen again, and then all of this is really over. I fucking love you, damn it.”
“I hope you know I love you, too.” His gaze glistens as he furrows his brows. “I’m gonna work so hard to be everything you need. Promise, I’ll never stop trying to be better for you.”
“How do I believe that?” Your voice breaks, and a tear falls down his cheek.
“I…I don’t know. Just let me continue to prove myself. That’s all I ask. We’ll stay just like this until you’re ready.”
You shake him, or try to, in your drunken state while you cry. “Why do I love you? It’d be easier if I didn’t.”
He wraps his arms around you and tugs you to his chest, heart pounding in his chest. For the second time, you break down. For the second time, you’ve put yourself in a position to give him the upper hand.
But for the second time, he doesn’t use it to his advantage.
“It’s okay,” he whispers to you, stroking the back of your head. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”
“What if I’m never ready?” You rock back and forth in his grasp.
“Then I’ll wait forever. I promise you. No matter how you want me in your life, I’ll be there.” He kisses the top of your head, attempting to calm his own breathing. “Baby, you’re drunk. Let’s get you in bed so you can rest.”
“Don’t leave me,” you mutter, holding him tighter.
“I’m not going anywhere. C’mon.”
You listen to him, but before you get beneath your blankets, you slide your skirt down your legs. Once you’re comfortable, he grabs some more clothes for him to change into, and then he’s climbing in next to you, pulling you flush to him and kissing your head again.
“I’ll stay for as long as you want me to.”
‘Forever’ is the last thought on your mind before sleep takes over.
11:48 a.m., October 15th, 2023, your bedroom
The first thing you note when you wake up is the splitting headache raging on in your brain. Next, is the warmth of another body half-draped over you. At the sound of your groan, Chenle shifts back a bit.
“Are you awake?” he asks.
“No.”
He chuckles. “Alright, well let me know when you’re ready to get up.” He pulls you closer again, allowing you to relax against his chest.
“Wait.” You pause. “How long have you been up?”
“Uh.” He ponders on it for a moment, fingers tapping on your back. “I don’t know. Maybe two hours. Or three.”
“You haven’t gotten up yet?” You frown, pushing away from him to force yourself to sit up. Immediately, you groan and smack your hand to your forehead.
“Not sure if you remember much from last night, but I figured it’d probably be worse for you to wake up without me than with me, so I just waited.” He rests his head on his palm, tilting a bit to look at you.
As soon as he mentions it, you curse yourself a thousand times over. You really fucked up, but he’s still here.
“I’m so sorry.” You cringe. “Everything yesterday was so…”
“Don’t be sorry. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. And it felt like we had a breakthrough last night, so there’s that.” He grabs your hand, thumb rubbing against your skin. “I told you I’d do whatever it takes and I meant it.”
He meant it.
Unintentionally, you’d given him the biggest test thus far, and he passed with flying colors. He even waited for you to wake up for hours so you wouldn’t be confused or upset by his absence.
“I’m ready.” Your words surprise him, his eyebrows furrowing deeply as he scans over you.
“You…”
“For more. I’m ready for more, Chenle. I want us to be more than friends.” You fidget with your hands. “We’ve always been more than that.”
“And you promise you’re not still drunk?”
You scoff and push his shoulder. “Way to ruin the moment, dick.”
“There she is.” He grins.
“I still want to take it slow,” you clarify. “But I want to try.”
“Is it too fast if I kiss you?” he asks.
You’ve kissed this man thousands of times, but something about his question still makes you blush.
“I think you’ve probably earned it after your torture session last night.” Your headache is long since forgotten when he playfully tugs you to him.
Both of you laugh until he grabs your face and presses his lips to yours. He moves so you’re flat on the mattress, his upper half leaning over you. You melt into his kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling it ever so slightly. His breath shudders, and you feel the urge to push further, to tell him nothing is too fast anymore.
He pulls away, shaking his head. “I’m taking you on a date. Go get ready.”
You go to get up, but halfway through the motion, he tugs you back to him to kiss you one more time. His mouth works gently on yours, and after a few seconds, he lets you go.
8:47 p.m., November 22nd, 2023, Chenle’s house
Chenle’s birthday party ended a little early, mostly of his own choice. You hadn’t planned on anything happening tonight between you two, but it’d been so long since you’d felt pure, absolute bliss just by being next to him. Every day you’ve spent with him has made you two closer. The trust you have for him has grown tremendously, and as soon as you make it back to his house, you shed your coat from your shoulders.
He grabs it from you, hanging it up before he wraps his arms around you. His eyes droop from the overactivity of the day, but it doesn’t erase the smile he has when he sees you. You press a quick kiss to his lips.
“This is the best birthday ever,” he says, hands resting on your hips. “I love you.”
“We still have a few hours of your birthday left. It could go horribly wrong, you know.”
“Yeah, I think it will if you don’t tell me you love me back right now.”
You laugh, shaking your head at him. “I do love you back.”
“Oh, good to know.” He nods, squeezing you.
“Kiss me like you mean it, bighead.”
“That’s my nickname for you, get your own.” He rolls his eyes, but abides by your request.
His lips meet yours, an automatic sigh escaping you as your back arches you closer to him. You hold onto him tightly, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip. He gladly grants you access, but it’s an instant battle for dominance between the two of you.
You barely even recognize him walking you backward until you're against the wall. With a gasp, you pull away from him, his face still centimeters from yours.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck.
“Don’t.” You shake your head. “Don’t stop.”
His curse is muffled by your skin, but his grip tightens on you. He pulls you away from the wall, allowing his hands to venture down to your ass. You whine when he squeezes.
“This is a very bad joke if that’s what’s happening.” He nips your collarbone. “Are you sure?”
You move away from him, grabbing his hand and leading him toward his bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind both of you, immediately pulling you back to him and meeting your mouth with his. The need radiating from him has your stomach doing backflips. You want him just as badly, and all you want to do is pleasure him.
“Lay down, baby.” He sits you down on the edge of the bed, guiding you until he’s kneeling in front of you.
“Chenle, what are you—”
He flips your skirt up, hands trailing along your thighs, skimming the hem of your lace panties.
“You smell so fucking good, baby. Let me taste it. Please.” His eyes flick up to yours, eyebrows raising.
“It’s your birthday.”
“Best fucking birthday meal ever.”
He waits for you to nod before he practically rips the fabric from your body. His head disappears beneath your skirt, and before you know it, his tongue nudges your clit. That’s the only warning you get before he really begins.
He licks up your entrance, lapping at it like a man starved. You haven’t been touched this way in months, and it takes all of your self control not to buck your hips up against his face. The sound of your wetness fills the room, the heat making you squirm beneath him. Your skirt covers him, when all you want to do is see how much he’s enjoying himself. Fisting the sheets, you whine and cry out for him, rocking back and forth as he brings you closer and closer. Lewd sounds are muffled by the clothing you still wear, the suction between your legs making you shake.
“Fuck,” you whimper.
The next thing you know, two of his fingers slide inside you, the movement quick and easy with the way your wetness slicks even the skin of your thighs.
“Gonna make you cum like this first.” He kisses your clit as he pumps his hand faster. “Then over and over again on my cock.”
You let out a breathy moan, bucking your hips up and grinding on his tongue. He mirrors the sound with his lips on your core, and that’s what’s enough to finally push you over the edge. Thankfully, you’re not in an apartment right now, otherwise your neighbors would be getting a free show when you scream out his name as you finish.
You squirm under him, the only thing holding you down is the dig of his nails into your thighs. When he pulls away, his face shines with your arousal, and your insides clench down all over again. You’ve never wanted him inside you as much as you do right now, and you make it your mission to get him on the bed.
“God, pretty girl, I wanted our first time together to be sweet, but I’ve never wanted to fuck you this bad.” He pulls your shirt over your head, pushing you back until you’re flat on his mattress. He tugs your skirt down, grabbing handfuls of your breasts and squeezing.
“Me too.” You nod. “Just don’t stop.”
He pulls his shirt off, pushing his jeans and boxers down in one go before he climbs over you. Your mouths clash messily, his teeth bumping yours, but it does nothing except add to the aching need you have for him. When he situates himself between your legs, you wrap them around his waist and roll until you’re on top.
You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him slowly. He groans quietly, thrusting into your hand. You rub the tip along your entrance to gather your juices.
“I’m not gonna last long with you on top of me,” he admits.
“Funny that you think you’re only gonna cum once tonight.” You barely give him time to process your words before you sink down on him. Moaning, you take him slowly, relishing in the stretch of your walls.
“Fuck, look at you.” He scratches down your thighs. 
You give yourself a moment to adjust once he’s fully sheathed in your hole, moving your hands up to squeeze your breasts and tweak your nipples as you grind down. Sounds spill past your lips, and you almost get lost in your own pleasure. When you see Chenle, his eyes are barely open, dark with lust as he thrusts up.
Your walls throb around him, squeezing his cock so hard you feel the way he pulses inside you. Arching your back and resting your palms on his thighs, you start moving on top of him. 
“So wet,” he whispers. “You’re soaking me.”
You move faster, the sounds of your arousal emanating around the room. Chenle’s hands find your breasts, flicking your nipples much like you’d done to yourself. Then he reaches between your legs, the arch of your body giving him perfect access to your clit.
“‘M gonna cum.” He drops his head back on the bed, thumb faltering against your sensitive bud. “Fuck, fuck.”
A loud moan escapes him, and the next thing you know, he’s coating your insides with his release. 
“Damn it,” he whispers. “‘M sorry, baby, I tried to hold it back.”
You put your hands on his chest, rolling your hips until he groans from the overstimulation.
“It’s okay.” You grin at him. “It’s your birthday, Le. We can have as many rounds as you want. Plenty of time to redeem yourself.”
He chuckles breathlessly, sitting up to pull you into his embrace. Kissing all over your face, he rolls you over so you’re on your back before sliding out of you.
“You asked for this,” he reminds you. “Don’t forget that later when you’ve finished so many times you don’t even remember your name.”
He meant it, too.
9:18 p.m., November 22nd, 2023
The chill of the ice cube in his mouth trailing down your body, over your breasts, even the brief few seconds he presses it against your clit, has your body shuddering at the slightest touch. The melted water left behind has goosebumps forming on your skin as he worships your body.
Thin black fabric covers your eyes, leaving every touch of his a mystery to you. The coldness is a drastic contrast to the heat of your core, and the ice cube coming in contact almost has you yelping in pain. His fingers slide back inside you, and you swear you’re slowly losing your mind. You can’t stop moaning, each sound surely making him more than proud of himself.
It’s not long before you’re writhing beneath him all over again, your arousal pouring out over the sheets as he brings you to your euphoria.
9:28 p.m., November 22nd, 2023
“That’s it, pretty girl, take it all,” he hums as you take him in your mouth. You sit on your knees beside the bed where he sits, bobbing your head up and down with the assistance of the makeshift ponytail he grips in his fist.
He hisses as he pushes you down further until his cock is seated deep in your throat, the constriction of it making him bite his lip to stop the sounds. The steady pace he sets for you has tears forming in your eyes, the choking amplifying his pleasure.
“So, so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He tugs your hair to make you moan around him. “Taking me like a good girl. I love you, pretty.”
His eyes roll back, and he quickly pulls you off him, your hollowed cheeks making a popping sound.
“Lay down, baby,” he instructs you.
10:01 p.m., November 22nd, 2023
His chest slides against yours, low, quiet moans escaping both of you as he finally makes love to you like he wanted to in the first place. Your fingers are intertwined together as his hips meet yours over and over again, sweet words whispered in your ear.
He pushes in completely, his tip kissing your cervix, and a tiny yelp escapes your lips.
“You like when I’m so deep, don’t you?” He nips your ear. “You’ll never be empty again. Can fill you with my cock whenever you want.”
“Chenle,” you whimper, your mind cloudy from however many orgasms he’s given you. You’re much too sensitive, but you still don’t want it to stop.
Your body is caked with sweat, but his is worse. His hair clings to his forehead, wet strands not a deterrence to the way he keeps thrusting into your still sopping cunt. This is what heaven feels like—the pleasure delivered to you by Chenle is peak. You’ll never feel like this with anyone but him.
His finger rubs circles on your clit, and as you shatter around him, it brings him to his end as well, filling you up for the second time tonight. By the look in his eyes, you know it won’t be the last.
11:59 p.m., November 22nd, 2023
Your body aches, but the last thing you want is for him to stop. He holds you close to his chest despite the unbearable heat between you two, hips lazily moving as he grips onto your leg wrapped around his waist.
Your moans have turned into quiet sighs of pleasure, your insides melted into practically nothing with the amount of times he’s finished in you. Nothing matters anymore, just you and him and the way your bodies stick together.
His lips lock with yours, and his movements stop altogether as he gently kisses you. Eventually, that stops too, leaving his mouth resting on yours, as your tired gazes meet.
“I love you,” he whispers. “More than you know.”
“I love you, too,” you tell him, giving him one last kiss.
Exhaustion creeps upon both of you, too tired to move any further as you bury your head in his chest.
“Best birthday ever,” he murmurs.
“You already said that.”
“It got even better, so.”
Everything about this feels right. You curled up in his chest, and despite him still inside you, you’ve never felt more comfortable than you do right now.
And in the morning, Chenle wakes you up with kisses all over your face, and everything within the world is right.
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A Cut Above
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Pairing: Frankie Morales x Hairstylist!Reader
WC: 2680
Warnings: T; Mentions of food, divorce, lots of pining and fluff otherwise.
A/N: I wanted to write a Hairstylist!Reader story a few years ago, but l wasn’t feeling super confident about my writing and just never got around to it. In the last few months I’ve had this urge to get back behind the chair again, which is what sparked this fic. Still haven’t decided if I will get back into doing hair as of yet, but I can enjoy writing about it. This is not beta’d and hope it reads well cause I’ve been run low sleep. Enjoy!!
Masterlist / Series Masterlist / Next
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“You done for the day?”
The question pulls you from your thinking. It’s an organized chaos of mental notes streaming through your subconscious.
“I wish. I have one more then I’m done. It’s a new client too. So I’ll be a bit longer.”
“Color?”
“No, thank god! I don’t think my feet can take another 2 to 3 hours more.” The day was filled with back to back clients— a typical Saturday in the salon. Your clients who worked long hours, were always filling up your Saturdays. “Just a cut. Benny made the appointment for him, said his friend was in need of a change— very vague about it”
“Mmm.. Benny.”
“Earth to Hannah!! Gonna need you to touch back down girlie.” Hannah was the salon receptionist, and Benny Miller’s secret admirer.
“Huh? Oh sorry, got a bit distracted.”
“You don’t say? You know, you could just ask him out, would probably be way more exciting than sitting there and daydreaming about him 24/7.”
“I do not daydream about him 24/7–“ She tries convincing you, but you know her far too well. You shoot her a pointed look— you’re not buying it. “Okay! Alright, I do think about him— a lot! But I can’t help it, he’s so…”
“Pretty?” You finish her thought.
“Yeah. He’s so pretty.”
“Well, I have it on good authority that said Pretty Man Child Benny, might have an itty bitty crush on a cute little receptionist. So, put your big girl panties on and make a move.”
Benjamin Miller— Benny, was a long time client of yours, turned friend. He was in your chair every 5 weeks maintaining that gorgeous head of hair. Gotta look good for the ladies when I’m in the ring— his words.
As the years went on, you found you were collecting Benny’s friends and family as clients. His older brother Will, Will’s wife Nicole, his close friend Pope (still haven’t heard his real name), as well as Mom and Dad Miller. Benny kept your chair busy and you were grateful for that.
He’d text you on Monday saying he’d had a friend who was needing a cut, something about a fresh start. He was in luck because you had one spot open, so you scheduled some guy named “Fish” as your last client for the week.
“Wait really?! He knows who I am?!” Shock was written all over Hannah’s face.
“Hannah, you greet him every appointment— of course he knows who you are.”
“I think I black out the minute he walks through the door.”
“That would explain the drool every time.” You can’t help but laugh at her expense.
She rolls her eyes back at you as she gathers her things from the front desk. “Alright, I’m going to leave before you decide to carry on with this onslaught of nonsense. Going to go home and pour myself a glass of wine in celebration!”
“Celebration?? For what?”
“Benny Miller knows who I am! And he has a crush on me!!” You let her bask in her glory, as she all but floats to the front door.
“Hannah…” You catch her attention before she’s exits. “Text him! Preferably before the wine.”
“Yes mom!” She mocks back at you before the door swings shut.
*
You had 15 minutes until your appointment would be showing up, so you took the time to clean your station up a bit and set up for his hair cut.
Your shears, combs and clippers laid out on your hair cutting tray, clean cape folding on top of your station.
As you were checking over your schedule for next week, making a list of colors you needed to pick up from the beauty supply, the front door opened welcoming your client— your very handsome client.
He looks nearly 6 feet tall, and so broad. His hair is dark chestnut from what you can see peeking out from under his hat. There’s a casualness to him in the way he carries himself— a shy confidence.
“Hi! You must be Fish.” You give him your name as you make your way up to him, extending your hand out in greeting. His rather large hand gripping yours, firm but a gentleness to it.
“Did he really tell you my name is Fish?! Fuckin’ Benny.” He shakes his head, as if to fain off embarrassment. Shoving his hands in his pockets he starts laughing about it. “Yeah, he did. I am assuming that’s not actually your name though. Although, not judging if it is.”
“No, my name is Francisco Morales, but you can call me Frankie.” You notice the flush creeping up his neck— you make a mental note at how gorgeous he is before you get caught staring.
“Okay then, Frankie. You can come on back and have a seat here at my chair. Feel free to put your hat on my shelf there.” Helping him get situated.
“Let me go grab a clean towel and then we can chat about what you are wanting.”
Frankie sits himself down and starts to take in the space. You seem very tidy and organized as he glances over at your tray of cutting tools. He right away decides he likes that about you. Benny didn’t mention how beautiful you were when making him this appointment. He said you were pretty but he wasn’t expecting to be overwhelmed by how stunning you were— he knows he has to try his best to be cool and not ramble on.
He sees you making your way back to him in the mirror, his eyes locked on yours like magnets— he notices you catching him staring, but then you give him a smile that lights up your face. There’s that butterfly sensation tickling his insides, he hasn’t had that happen in a long time, but he welcomes it.
*
Arriving back to your station you take the small towel and place it on his shoulders before securing the cutting cape around his neck.
“So what are we thinking?” You ask as you begin to run your fingers through his hair, taking in the texture, density and the shape of the cut he has now.
“Uhh, I umm… I don’t know. I’m open to your professional opinion.” He didn’t realize he needed to come in with a style in mind. His usual barber usually says “Hi” then starts hacking at it.
“That’s okay.” You look at him in your mirror, his eyes already fixed on you and you feel your breath catch in your throat.
You hadn’t noticed his dimple earlier, and you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of it when he smiles. You steady your thoughts and continue to comb your fingers through his hair making note of how it lays and it’s natural growth pattern.
“You have a nice wave going on. If we work with it and bring your sides and the back in a little tighter the top will lay nicely.”
He’s captivated by everything you’re saying, and yet he doesn’t understand a single word of it. You could tell him he needed to shave his head and he’d willingly let you, no questions asked.
“How does that sound Frankie??”
“Honestly— I have no idea what any of what you just said means, but I trust you.”
“Well, I appreciate your honesty.” You find his nervousness charming. “You won’t be losing much length overall, it will be more shaping and connecting the sides to the top.” Your hands moving around his head as you try to explain your process.
“Again— no clue what you just said.”
“Got it! Enough hair jargon then. Let’s get you back and washed up first.”
The warm water hides the sweat that’s formed on your palms as you begin washing his hair. He’s settled into the shampoo bowl, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest in such a kicked back manner.
Your fingers work diligently as you begin to scrub the soapy liquid through his wet locks. As you spend ample time working over his scalp, you catch the sound of a faint moan. You don’t think he meant for it to sound so erotic, but it’s stirring a warm feeling with in you.
“Feel good?”
“Mmmhmmm..” It’s all he’s able to manage, your movements awakening him in so many ways, his spine vibrating with an indescribable desire.
Suds throughly rinsed, leave in conditioner combed through, you both get situated back at your station.
He seems way more relaxed, more chatty and asking questions as you go section by section, meticulously trimming away the unwanted ends.
His questions alternated between your professional life and personal— where you grew up, favorite food and what made you decide to become a hairstylist. In a different circumstance, it might have felt invasive— but there was an ease to Frankie that had you spilling your life story to him so freely.
In return you asked him for more about himself. He shared about his life in Delta Force, where he had met Benny, Will and Pope, who you now know as Santiago.
His life as a helicopter pilot keeping him busy most of the time. He even felt brave enough to mention his semi recent divorce. You didn’t feel like you needed to delve deeper into his failed marriage, especially for only just meeting him.
You shared the same sentiment in working long hours and how it had you feeling overwhelmed at times, like you had less free time for yourself— mentioning you were working on trying to have more fun and go out. You shared how your former partners were always annoyed with you for being so consumed with work, the main reason you hadn’t been dating as much.
Checking and cross checking the length, you’re happy with how it’s shaping up.
“How do you normally style your hair? What are your go to products?”
He looks at you with the most sincere and confused expression, nervous to share his routine with you.
“Normally it’s just straight out of the shower, quick rubbing of the towel over it so it’s not dripping, then toss the hat on.” Pointing to the battered hat he’d worn in.
“Frankie! If there’s only one piece of advice you leave here with, please let it be that you never aggressively rub a towel over your hair again!”
He thinks he should feel embarrassed but there’s a sweetness in the way you share your knowledge with him— he will make a conscientious effort to gently pat his hair dry from now on.
“Since you mentioned you are usually throwing on your hat, it’s probably safe to assume there’s not much actual styling going on?”
“Uh, yeah… Not much styling. The least amount of steps possible is my go to method.”
“While the hat vibe is cute, I would not be doing my job if I sent you out of here wearing—”
“You think I’m cute?” He cuts you off. That dimple again making an appearance, his grin slightly laced in flirtation.
“Umm, yes.” Your face feels hot, the blow-dryer not helping much, as you try to remain calm and collected.
“Hm!”
Grabbing some product and applying a small amount to your palm, you begin to distribute it throughout his hair. .
“But I think without the hat is cute too. Easier to see all of your,” You gulp at your next admission. “Attractive features.” You giggle as you finish styling his freshly trimmed hair, each strand manipulated with such precision— the new length really does add to his handsomeness.
“You think I’m attractive too?” He says shifting in the chair, his gaze still steady on you.
“Oh wow, I’m really just letting my internal monologue run my mouth aren’t I?”
He shrugs with the slightest cock of his eyebrows in response.
“And now would be a good time for the ground to just swallow me up!” You groan, hands covering your face as you attempt to hide your embarrassment.
“You’re cute when you get all flustered.”
“So you think I’m cute now? We just going to spend the rest of the night confessing our new found feelings having only just met?”
“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He states so casually.
The rest of his appointment is filled with more flirtatious banter, a connection that you’re both very much aware of— yet neither of you stating the obvious
“Thank you again.” Frankie says holding a bag of products he insisted he leave with, wanting to branch out from his usual “hat vibe”’as you called it— said hat’s bill tucked into the back pocket of his already snug blue jeans.
“So… Do you want to set something up for next time?” Pulling out your schedule, hoping that Frankie likes his cut, and you, enough to return regularly. “I think 5 to 6 weeks would be a good amount of time to see you again.”
“Actually— I was hoping I could see you sooner than that.”
“Oh! Okay. When are you thinking?” Slightly confused, you start scanning over the openings you have in the coming weeks.
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?? I’m not follow— Oh! Ooooh!”
“Yeah….” There’s a budding nervous energy about him as you realize what he’s asking. “There’s this sports bar around the corner— the guys and I hang out there from time to time. Anyways, they have some great appetizers and craft beer on tap… If you’re open to it, we could, um go… Unless you have other plans…”
“Yes! I’d love to Frankie.”
“Yeah?!” His face instantly beaming with excitement.
“Yeah! Just let me clean and lock up real quick, then we can head out.”
*
Drinks and appetizers flowed into a moonlit walk back to your car— both of you stalling out your goodbyes.
“So, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Frankie says as his hand cups your cheek, his warm gaze fixed on yours. “I hope this isn’t too soon, but would it be okay if I kissed you?”
“Yeah.. I’d like that.” Leaning into him to close the gap, fingers carding through the nape of his silky waves.
Frankie’s lips all but crash into yours, the intensity growing from your own, eager for more of him. He nips at the plumpness of your lower lip, encouraging them to part for him. His tongue slipping inside your mouth and you can taste the bitterness from his beer still lingering.
A grip is established on your hip, his hand slowly moving around to your backside eliciting a breathy moan from deep with in you as the heated kiss escalates.
Laughter from a rowdy group of bystanders reminds you both of your surroundings.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away there.” Frankie rests his forehead on yours as he tries to regain his composure, his breath fanning across your cheeks— they’re no longer cold from the frigid air.
“Well, I most certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, I look forward to you doing it again sometime.”
He places a kiss to your forehead, before exchanging goodbyes. He promises again to call tomorrow, and you’re already breathlessly excited for it.
Heater cranked up in your car, willing your body to adjust to the heat. You grab for your phone in your purse, pulling open your message app so you can send a quick text before putting the car in drive.
-Hey Benny, just wanted to thank you for setting that appointment up for Frankie. He’s a great guy! Super funny and hella charming.
-You sure we’re talking about the same Frankie?? 😉
-Funny! Anyways, I appreciate it and I’m looking forward to seeing him again!
-Oh! Hannah called, we’ve got a date next week!
-You be good to her Benny!
-Of course! No problem! Make sure you and Frankie thank me in your wedding toast 🍾🍾 Night!!
You roll your eyes at his last text before tossing your phone in to the passenger seat. The entire drive home you can’t get Frankie out of your head, wondering if he’d find you too eager to call him when you got home.
The decision made for you by the buzzing of your phone— Frankie’s name flashing on the screen.
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Young love chapter 3
https://www.tumblr.com/lukall705/739528729734299648/young-love-chapter-1?source=share Chapter one
https://www.tumblr.com/lukall705/740076676409622529/young-love-chapter-2?source=share chapter two
TW? idk
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Sigma POV:
Me and Y/N are walking to the shopping center near our campus. "so what your favorite colour?" i ask them "oh its F/C and F/C" they say and smile at me "whats your favorite colour?" they ask me. "my favorite colour is purple" i say. "i have to say i really like your outfit" i say and they blush a bit "o-oh th-thank you.. i'm not used to people complementing my outfits" they say and look a bit embarrassed. "sorry if i start stuttering, it happens when i'm nervous" they laugh awkwardly. "oh no its okay, i also stutter sometimes when i'm nervous" i try to reassure them. 
We both keep chatting until we get to the mall "Lets go to hot topic!" Y/N says happily "Hot topic? you don't seem like someone who would shop there?" i say and it seems like Y/N wants to say something but doesn't. I wonder what they were gonna say.
As we walk in is see Y/N going over to some pretty revealing clothes. "y-you wear this type of clothes..? a-aren't they a bit.. revealing..?" i ask them "i'd rather be slut then basic" they say while pulling out a shirt that says 'cum slut'. "oh.." i chuckle nervelessly. "should i get this one?" they ask "..i mean if you want to.." "oh! I've been looking for a shirt like this" Y/N says and shows me a shirt with hand prints on the chest "there's matching pants for it too!" they say. 'we've been friends for like an hour and they are already this comfortable around me?' i think 'well at least they are having fun, right? thats the only thing that maters' 
"also i forgot to ask but what country are you from?" i ask them. They look at me before answering "Finland, i'm Finnish"(or whatever country your from) They keep looking at stuff in the store. 
A few hours later: (still sigma's POV)
As we both walk up the stairs Y/N starts talking "I'm sorry you have to carry my stuff" They look embarrassed "it's really no problem, i'm glad i could help" i smile at them while they open the door to their dorm.
"take off your shoes please" they say and i take of my shoes "my room is right over there" they point at a door. 
"oh, Y/N you're back" i hear a voice say. I look over to the couch and see Dazai and Chuuya cuddling while watching some movie. Y/N just ignores them both and walks over to their room. "hey Sigma!" Dazai waves to me and i wave back awkwardly.  
"Just put the bags over there" Y/N points to a corner in their room. "wow, your room looks nice" i say and look around "thanks" they say. I spot some drawings on their desk "did you make these yourself? they look really nice" "oh, yeah i did and thanks" they smile "your quite good at drawing clothes, you know. you could become a clothing designer one day" as i say this is see Y/N's smile get wider. 
Y/N pulls out a picture book from a backpack. "hm? whats that?" i ask them "its a photo book, sometimes i do small modeling shoots for fun" they say and give me the book "wanna see?" they ask "yeah" i say and open the book.
"i'll go change while you look through it" Y/N says and goes into the bathroom. 'wow these look really nice' i say while looking through the pages. suddenly some photos catch my eye. its pictures of Y/N with different colored hand prints all over their body.  'oh' i think.
Y/N's POV:(TW?)
I'm standing in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my arms with the words 'i'm so disgusting' repeating over and over in my mind. 'why am i this disgusting?' 'its no wonder my past boyfriends left me' 'i fucking hate myself' 'i should just die' 'i bet Sigma is just pretending to be my friend so he can leave like everyone else did' 'i'm so fucking fa-' my thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my bathroom door. 
"are you okay in there Y/N?" Sigma asks from outside "you've been in there for 15 minutes" he adds '15 minutes?' "i'm fine! i'm coming out in a second" i say and quickly wrap bandages that are the same colour as my skin around my arms to hide the scars. 
I see Sigma looking at the bandages but doesn't say anything about them. "I need to go back to my dorm now, its getting kinda late and i don't want Nikolai to lock me out again" Sigma says and scratches the back of his head. "oh thats fine" i smile and i walk him to the door.
"see you in class tomorrow" i say "yeah" he smiles and i hug him. "bye" he says as he walks out the door and runs over to his door.
When i turn around i almost scream as i see Dazai and Chuuya standing right behind me. 'HOLY SHIT' i think as they both stare at me. "w-what are you two doing?" i ask nervously. "Is he your boyfriend?" Chuuya asks and looks at me suspiciously "what!? No! we're just friends!" i say "yeah, sureee. just friends" Dazai says in teasing voice "we're not dating!" "okay okay, clam down" Dazai says.  
"also, whats with the bandages?" Chuuyas asks me and i freeze up 'fuck' "none of your business!" I yell and they both look shocked that i yelled at them. "sorry" "its okay, i shouldn't have asked" Chuuyas says. 
all three of us stand there in awkward silence. "so.. you wanna watch a movie or something with us?" Dazai asks "yeah sure" i say wanting this awkward silence to just end already. The three of us make our way over to the couch and i sit in the corner of the couch a bit away from them. "what should we watch?" Chuuya asks "a horror movie" i say "Yeah, but what movie" He says. "Terrifier " I smirk "okay" Chuuya says while putting on the Movie and getting comfortable under a blanket with Dazai.
"I would love to be tied up like that by Chuuya~" Dazai says as we get to the scene where Art tied a naked woman upside down. "i think you should watch the whole scene before saying something like that" i say while drinking water "what do you me-" i watch as the colour drains from Dazai's and Chuuya's face when Art starts to cut the woman's body in half from her crotch.
"Art is so baby girl! he did nothing wrong! hes just a silly clown!" i say after the movie is done "WHAT!? HE JUST KILLED 9 PEOPLE!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN "HES SO BABY GIRL"!? ARE YOU CRAZY!?" Chuuya looks at me like i just killed someone. "Crazy!? no! i just think Art is hot! hes so dreamy!" i say "You're even worse then Dazai!" Chuuya yells "huh?! what do you mean by that?!" I yell in a surprised voice. 
"I MEAN THAT YOU ARE MORE OF A DISGUSTING FREAK THEN DAZAI"
When i heard his words i completely freeze up 'they think i'm a freak?' the words hurt me more then i let show. the words ring in my ears 'i'm a freak' 'I'M A FREAK!?' it feels like time stopped and i have no idea how long i sat there not saying anything 'do they not like me!? do they not wanna be my friends anymore!?' its all my fault' 'why am i like this!?' 'i hate myself' my thoughts are interrupted by Chuuya.
"Are you okay Y/N..? you look a bit pale.." he says and both him and Dazai look at me worriedly. Chuuya waves his hand in front of my face "hello? you've been sitting there for 15 minutes, are you okay?" he asks worriedly "uh.. yeah, i just don't feel well, i'll go to bed.." i say and get up from the couch. Dazai and Chuuya both look at each other "i think you might have hurt their feelings.." i hear Dazai say to Chuuya while i'm getting myself some water. 'did he really mean what he said..?' i think before going to my room.
After getting ready for bed i check the time. '00:26am'. i see Sigma sent me a message 'Goodnight Y/N, i think Nikolai and Fyodor are gonna stay up again so i hope they don't keep you up and if they do just tell me and i'll them to be more quiet:)' i smile a bit while reading it. 'goodnight' i send back and put my phone on my bedside table. 
A few hours later i wake up and check the time on my phone '4:23am'. i'm feeling like absolute shit right now, it feels like there are hundreds of thoughts running through my head right now. And for some reason they are all of my negative thoughts. i feel tears start to form in my eyes 
'why am i so useless?' 
I think to myself.
'Why can't i control how i feel? why are my emotions such a pain in the ass?' i start to silently cry into my pillow hoping that i don't wake up Chuuya and Dazai who are sleeping in the room next to me. 'What's the point of going on if everyone thinks i'm a freak?' my tears start to stain the pillow under me.
~(Flashback)~
"You're just a stupid freak!" My mother says. "You're a good for nothing child!" My mom yells again "you should just die for all care!"  i had just tolled my mom about my problems. the disgusting things i feel. I wanna cry right now but no tears are coming out.. i just feel ..empty.. i feel nothing as my mom yells at me for how much of a freak and how disgusting i am. 
~(end of flashback)~
"i think i need to go out and get some fresh air.." i say to myself while getting up from my bed and putting on some clothes. 
I walk through the dorm as quietly as i can so i don't wake up Dazai and Chuuya. i put on my shoes and walk out into the hallway. I see that its still a bit dark out side through the window at the end of the hallway. 
As i walk up a set of stairs to the roof of the building i start thinking about my life. 'I don't see any point in living anymore, everyone in my life thinks i'm a freak' i think.
When i open the door to the roof i feel a cold breeze hit my face. It feel quite refreshing actually. i walk over to the fance near the edge of the building and climb over it. 'i think this is where i'll end this life of mine..'
I pick up my phone and bring it to my ear. "..hello..?" i hear Sigma's tired voice say on the other end of the phone. "..Are Nikolai and Fyodor making to much noise? i can go tell them to quiet dow-" "no need to" "..huh..? why..?" "they aren't the thing keeping me up" "..okay.:" i hear Sigma yawn "..where are you right now Y/N..? i can hear the wind" "i'm sitting on my bed with window open" i lie "oh okay.." i can hear that hes really sleepy.
"so.. why did you call me..?" he asks "i just wanted to say that i'm not feeling to well so i might not make it to school tomorrow" i lie again "..oh okay.." "goodnight Sigma" "Goodnight Y/N.."  As i hang up the phone i feel rain drops hit my face, "do i even want this..?" i ask myself as i close my eyes preparing to fall.
"Don't do it" I hear a deep voice say from behind me. I turn around and see a man in his late fourties to early fifties with white long hair standing under an umbrella. "but what's the point of going on..?" i say in a broken voice "There's nothing left for me to live for..." i feel tears start to form in my eyes again.
"it may feel like that right now, but it does get better. this isn't the right choice" he says while looking me in the eyes. "..why should i believe that..?" tears start to run down my cheeks "..when everyone sees me as a freak.." i start remembering all the times my mother called me a disgusting freak. "whats your name?" he asks "..huh..? its Y/N.." i say "its nice to meet you Y/N, my name is Fukuzawa" the man says.
"Now tell me Y/N, are you sure you want to do this or is it because you feel like you deserve this?" he asks and i stay quiet. i have no idea how to answer him, i don't even really know myself.
'is this really what i want?' i think as my tears blur my vision.
I feel the rain soaking my clothes and hair as i cry. And after a few minutes i climb back over the fence. I see Fukuzawa opening his arms and i hug him. its the first time in forever i feel comforted by someone.  Fukuzawa rubs my back as i cry and suddenly i'm a 6 year old crying into my mothers chest, but this time i'm actually getting comforted and not yelled at. 
Fukuzawa stays still until i'm done crying, he stands there listening to me vent about my problems not saying a word. 
"..Please don't tell anyone about this.." i say while whipping my tears away. "i won't, now i think you should go back to your dorm and get some rest, you have school tomorrow" he says and pets my head.
We both walk back down the stairs in silences until i ask "how did you know i was up there..?" i look at him waiting for an answer. "i happened to be walking to the roof to enjoy some fresh air and saw you" he answers. "oh.." 
When i get to my dorm i open the door "goodnight Mr. Fukuzawa.." i say and he nods. i close the door when i see him starting to walk away. I quietly walk back to my room hoping Dazai and Chuuya aren't awake.
When i sit down on my bed i check the time '4:56am' i yawn as i put my phone down on my bedside table again and lay down in bed.(after taking of your wet clothes ofc)
As i lay there i start to think about what would have happened if Fukuzawa didn't stop me. Would i be dead? would be suffering in pain just wanting to die? would i have changed my mind? all of these thoughts are flooding my mind until i eventually fall asleep. 
The next morning i wake up with a pretty bad headache and groan when i get up from the bed "jeez.. i don't feel like going to school today at all.." i say while going into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
After brushing my teeth i put on my uniform.
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(You can chose which ever one you like. also ik that most colleges in japan don't have uniforms but just pretend this college has them)
As i look at myself in the mirror i see my chubby belly '....' its one of the things i hate about myself but can't get rid of no mater how much starve myself.
I pick up my bag and walk out of my room and see Chuuya and Dazai standing in the kitchen talking about something. I walk over to the coffee machine to make coffee and notice that Chuuya has a guilty look on his face. "Good morning Y/N!" Dazai says in a happy voice "hm.." i hum in response as i drink my coffee hoping it would keep me awake. 
"Did you sleep well last night?" he asks and i nod "oh yeah, also the principal asked me to give you this, its your class schedule" he says while handing me a piece of paper "thanks" i say while looking over it 'Okay so i have P.E first then math, then social studies, then lunch, then English, then music, then science' 
"P.E at like 7:30 in the morning on a Monday?" i look at them both 'thats gonna be hell and i only got like 3 hours of sleep' "P.E is your first class? You must be really unlucky, Mr. Fukuchi makes all of his students run like 23 miles if you have him in your first class" Chuuya says 'yay how lucky i am' i have a bitter look on my face. 
"whats your first classes?" i ask them "we both have social studies as our first class" Chuuya says 'Lucky motherfuckers' i check the time on my phone and see its 7:24 am "i think we should get going its already 7:24" i say and they nod.
As the three of us run so we won't be late for class i suddenly remember something "wait! i don't know where the P.E area is!" i yell "you have to go to the back of the school to the changing rooms!" Chuuya yells to me as he and Dazai run into another hallway to get to class.
When i get to the back of the school i start panting and see the other students already ready for P.E "You're late" i here a man say "Sorry! its my first day here! i had no idea where i had to go!" i look up at him and i see him glaring me down. i gulp
"Fine since its your first day i'll let it slide" he says while playing with his mustache "huh" i look dumbfounded "Now go change into your P.E clothes before i change my mind" he says "Yes sir!" i say and run into the changing rooms. "and the rest of you start running!" he yells at the other students. 
"How the hell does this even count as shorts?! these are basically panties!?" i say to myself as i walk out of the changing rooms. (TW? for what comes next)
When i start running i feel some people looking at me. When i look around me i see a lot of other girls who are much skinnier then me looking and pointing at me while giggling. 'why do i have to be so fat..?' i hate it here this was supposed to be a new start for me but its almost just like the life i had back home. i feel like i want to cry. 
"Jeez, just let them be alone! what did they do to you?" i hear a young woman's voice say. i look at where the voice is coming from and i see a pretty woman with short black hair and a butterfly clip in it.  
"oh, wait i get it! you guys are jealous that they look better then you!" She says and smirks at them "What!? no!" one of the girls say and look pissed "then what is it?" the black haired woman says "its.. its umm.." the girl can't give good reason as to why they back talked me and leaves with her friends.
"are you alright?" the black hair woman asks me "y-yeah.." i smile at her "Yasano" she says "Y/N" i say back and she shakes my hand.
The rest of P.E is spent by me and Yasano doing the run and chatting.
After i come out of the changing room after changing back into my uniform, i start to look for my math class. while walking i accidentally bump into someone "ah, sorry!" i say to them. The person i bumped into just glares at me not saying a single word "s-sorry.." i say in an embarrassed voice. i quickly rush away from embarrassment. i keep running in the hallway until i see a  familiar face "Sigma!" i yell and he turns around. (i almost had a fucking stroke trying to write familiar) 
"Y/N! so you did make it to school, i was worried since you didn't answer my massages" he smiles at me "oh, i think i was just feeling like shit because of the lack of sleep last night" i lie. "also do you know where room xoxo is?" i ask him "Oh i was just about to head over there right now since i also have math class" he says and we start walking.
After math, me and Sigma go to the cafeteria to eat lunch. after getting our food we go to sit down at a table with Nikolai and Fyodor.
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(This is the lunch:3) "This looks so good!" i say. "I've been waiting for this the whole day!" i say. While i start to eat i see Nikolai is nagging Fyodor again. "No Nikolai, we can't get a 3rd rat" he says in his heavy Russian accent. "oh yeah, i never got to ask, but are you Russian?" i ask Fyodor "sorry if that sound stupid or rude" "You are right, i am Russian" he says and gives me a gentle smile. 
Dazai POV: 
The both of us sit down at a table with Atsushi and Akutagawa after getting our food. While eating our food me and Chuuya see that Y/N is eating with Nikolai, Fyodor and Sigma, adn it looks like they are having a lot of fun. I see Chuuya glaring at them. I know how much he wants to say that hes sorry to Y/N but he doesn't have the balls to do it in front of other people. 
While watching them i see Y/N smiling and laughing, 'they look kinda cute while they are happy..' i think. i feel a bit annoyed that Y/N is hanging out with them and not us 'wait.. am.. am i jealous..?' Seeing Y/N so happy kinda makes me happy too.. 
I notice how angry Chuuya looks "hey, Chuuya~ what class do you have after this?~" i ask "Math why?" he looks at me a bit calmer now. "oh i was thinking~ maybe we skip class to, you know~" i say with a smirk and Chuuya blushes a bit. Chuuya sends me a message 'fine, but only because i have to relieve stress ' i smile and text back 'okay babe'
After lunch the both of us sneak away into a bathroom. I pin Chuuya to the bathroom wall as we make out "Fuck i love you so much..~" i whisper into his ear as i pull down his pants. i bend him over the sink "be a good boy and try to not make to much noise, okay?~" i whisper in his ear and he nods. "j-just start already.." he moans out. "fine~" i say as i pull down my pants. i slowly push my hard cock into his hole "a-ah~" Chuuya moans into his hand. "you.. you can move now..~" he pants out as i start thrusting. "ah~ D-dazai~ please faster~" Chuuya begs and i start moving faster. "Ah!~ Ah~" Chuuya moans as he grips the sink "what's wrong baby?~ is it to much for you?~" i say as i take his cock into my hands and start rubbing his sensitive tip "Ah!~ dazai~ please let me cum!~" Chuuya has tears in his eyes from the overestimation. i bite the back of his neck "not yet pretty boy~" i can feel myself getting closer to cumming. I put my hand over Chuuyas mouth and pull his head back by his hair as he whimpers "you wanna cum pretty boy?~" i tease him. "Mhm!~ Mhm!~" he nods with pretty tears falling from his eyes. 
"Cum then~" i whisper into his ear and flip him onto his back. "Come on baby~" i say as i thrust faster and pump his pretty cock. After a few seconds he cums all over his belly. "AH!~" Chuuya moans as he cums. i pull out of him and pump my cock until i cum on his belly to "ngh~" i groan as i cum. 
I kiss his tears away "you did so well.."
Y/N POV: 
When i get to my music class i only see one face i recognizance. 'thank god!' i think as i walk up to Nikolai. "I'm so happy that i at least know one person from this class" "Y/N! I'm so happy that one of my friends is in this class!" he says and hugs me tightly. 
While me and Nikolai hug i see Dazai and Chuuya walk into the room, and Chuuya's legs seem to be shaking a bit? 
I see Chuuya looking a bit annoyed when he sees Nikolai hugging me 'whats his deal?'
When the teacher comes in she start explaining that we have to dance a dance, and to get a partner.  "Y/N! be my partner!" Nikolai whines "i was just about to ask you to be mine.." i chuckle.
After school is over i walk back to my dorm. (i'm to lazy to write what happens for the rest of the school day so just use you imagination)
When i get back to the dorm i plop onto the couch "man.. this day was hell and its only the first day.." while laying on the couch thinking about what i should do i hear the door open. I see Chuuya and Dazai walk in.
I get up from the couch to get myself some water. after getting my water i try to go to my room but Dazai grabs my hand to stop me "..Y/N.. Chuuya has something to say to you.." he says. "okay.. go on.." i say and stand face to face with him.
We both stand there for a few minutes in silence while Chuuya avoids eye contact. "..Y/N i'm sorry for calling you disgusting freak.." he says while scratching the back of his head. 'for some reason it doesn't seem sincere..' i stand there for a while before speaking "i'll forgive you.." i say and look down. "i hope we can be friends.." he says. "yeah me too.." for some reason the though of us only being friends hurt me.. i don't know why tho.
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(i need some feedback, was the y/n to dramatic? was this to early for some angst? or was it just fine)
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more questions since the boredom is at it again 🥴 [i like asking tho lol] 1- PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MROE MUSIC RECCOMNDATIONS EEE IT WAS SO GOOD 💥 2- What DnD class would you be [and what would the moral allignment be] if you could choose any 3-WAIT HOW'D YOU DO THE TEXT CHANGE COLOR THING I CAN ONLY DO ThiS [it doesnt melt into another color like the yellow thingy did 😭] 4- what are your top three ships [platonic or otherwise] [[personally poly star sanses 🗣🗣🗣]] 5- HAVE YOU TRIED THE WOOLIES COOKIES PLEASE OMFG THEY'RE SO GOOD THEY MAKE ME ASCEND 🎇 [not the ones with the macedamia, like the one with them BIG CHOC CHIPS EEE THEIR SO YUMMM]
YEAHHHH MOREEE >:DDD
1- AAAA IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT okay SOOO. pulls up killer playlist
If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin (MORE ROMANTIC KILLER EEHHEHE)
ORRR if you want sad/angsty Killer
Happy Face by Jagwar Twin
(has to force himself to be happy to cope with his life man. 🫠)
2- OKAY SO. IVE NEVER ACTUALLY GOTTEN INTO DND. (i really want to play a game one day though💔)
BUT I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THE CLASSES. I'd definitely would go with Ranger, being Chaotic Good hehehe
3- ISNT IT PRETTY??? (i did it because tumblr removed yellow texts option on desktop >:(( )
unfortunately I think you can only do it on desktop too, since you're unable to change the editor of the posts and stuff on mobile..... >:( (i used this post to help me :3)
4- EHEHEHEHEH
okay so honestly, im not much of a shipper lol
KROSS. though, i like seeing them as a queerplatonic pair more :)
KIST ALSO. EHEHEEE theyre both suffering similarly but also differently eueueu let them comfort each other 💔💔💔
but OF COURSE I NEED TO MENTION HORRORDUST. theyre made for each other man i cant even.
(alsO HELL YEAH POLY STAR SANSES EHEH. works good alongside the bad sanses poly *maniacal laughter*)
5- OH MY GOD. YES YES YESSSS.‼️‼️
exposing myself, but i work at a Coles bakery and we get to just. eat the cookies if there's any left over (there always is)
THERE WERE THE ONES THAT WERE SIMILAR TO THE WOOLIES ONE AND RAAAAAAA💥💥💥💥
I EXPLODE EVERY TIME BECAUSE ITS SO WARM. STRAIGHT OUTTA THE OVENNNN✨✨✨✨
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tsumigram · 1 month
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part 3 of assigning canon mlgr lyrics to tsumigrams to complete all the characters (part 1, part 2)
the left ones are kai, toa, hiiro and ego
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ego:
Why are you here? You annoy me a little I can’t smile well anymore, it’s because of you Here and there is such a waste There’s no meaning in it, yes and no, it doesn't matter. It’s all how you say it I guess we can just say that this feeling is happiness I can't stop feeling like there's something missing Ahhh, It’s the same anywhere I go It’s like what’s wrong isn’t wrong I’m already the fake one Take a good look at me Until you find me Why, hey why, I’m nowhere to be found I pretended to be a good girl, but really, I don't want to say "I'm okay" If I were to make sure and suffer, I would rather be by your side Laughing together, side by side, this distance in our relationship is misleading me, is this what happiness is? Only if your heart would change but that’s not possible Please tell me what I should do, feelings shrouded in lies will float away and disappear
kai:
It becomes more and more diluted, it doesn’t have any flavor even if it’s chewed If it’s not needed, I’m not interested Now slowly close your eye, put your regret on display Wish for being there for someone With the same expression no matter who comes What do you think? I know it's not the type of question you want to be asked I can't help myself because I want to see your cute confused face, I'm sorry Let's have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad I imagined that you saying "See you" is the same as "It's over” I understand that this love is out of bounds, so nothing has to change All these memories and you, only if I could erase them It’s a tie after saying sorry? What are you hoping for? The wanted wanting the wanter The overlap, isn't that some sort of perfection? Don't weigh me measure me against your morality Just shut it, will you? You know it all My lethal weapon: “This is how to be in love with you” Hey, so what if I said I liked-liked you, what would you do? I just wanted to ask, so it’s out in the open I just got a little greedy Saying I love you but doing what I did, I know I have no right, crossed and covered in sin My love, it scored an own goal, destroyed my love and me with its weight
toa:
The word I tried to say was “You’re unfair”, and those words thought how pitiful I am Is it a day off tomorrow? But anyway, let’s be together till the morning “Good morning” “Good night” I want to be with you as many times as I can What type of girl do you like? I want to become like that, but that’s probably too hard for me Here and there is such a waste There’s no meaning in it, yes and no, it doesn't matter. It’s all how you say it “Throw down” ethics is a delusion I’m still guilty even if the morning comes “Throw down” emotions with no color If I could laugh, If I could go back I’d play dead even though I’m alive right? If I could end, If I could stop How long would this dream go on Take a good look at me Until you find me Why, hey why, I’m nowhere to be found I'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in Happy or sad? Why decide? Where'd you get your half-baked sense of justice If the voices crying out in pain, can be saved by me Allow it to be my charge and mission
hiiro:
How many more times do I have to do this so I can be human? It’s going great, We’re gonna punish you until you cry If you get off now, you're a traitor You won’t be forgiven, it was stupid licking each other’s wounds There’s no special meaning, I got the short end of the stick I overheard, I found out How much I’m not needed “Throw down”, someone’s value Cannot be the same as another “Throw down” should choose between superiority or inferiority Instead you kept calling me “hopeless” You never called me by my name You were always comparing me to someone else Don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me Why was I born to be me? Pressure, pressure! Falling head down Pressure, pressure! Whatever you do, you’re still last in line Me, the result of blame-shifting, no, can’t find that funny With just one mistake and I’m out of chances Flames closing in, are both sides losers?
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razorblade180 · 10 months
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9 Days of Lancaster Day5: First Kiss
After a decent night out, Ruby walks into her dorm; her heels were already in her hand and the pretty checkered colored bow that matched the dress she went to the dance in was removed. To her surprise, only Blake was in the room. She was reading of course.
Ruby:Where’s Trouble Maker 2 & 3?
Blake:Weiss kept complaining about having nothing to do so Yang dragged her to a club.
Ruby:Isn’t she banned?
Blake:Do you expect anything different from Trouble Maker number two? Personally I think that moves her to number one.
Ruby:Hehe, said the actual criminal. Nice try. You’re not dethroned.
Blake:You all will catch up eventually. How was your date with Jaune?
Ruby:Y’know…a little strange. He seemed a little nervous and didn’t eat much. I asked if anything was wrong but he said he was just a little scatterbrained. He even seemed a little tense at the movies.
Blake:….*lowers book* It’s been a month right, with you two being together?
Ruby:*nods happily* It’s almost our anniversary. It’s too bad exams fall on the actual day.
Blake:Did he eat light tasting food?
Ruby:Umm, he did eat a decent amount of bread. There was a funny moment he practically got brain freeze because he had forgotten he was chewing gum earlier, so when he took a sip of water it really woke him up.
Blake:*smiles*….
Ruby:What?
Blake:There are four avid book readers in our friend group. You, myself, Ren, and Jaune. Now we all don’t read the exact same things but nothing about his actions stick out?
Ruby:He…has a dark secret tormenting him? No wait, that can’t be right. He already told me about his transcripts.
Blake:…What’s wrong with his transcripts?
Ruby:…Nothing. What are we talking about?
Blake:Ruby, what’s the last thing you did before coming here?
Ruby:Well traffic was light so I thought it best to make it back here on time because I thought Yang would worry. I don’t even think Jaune is in this wing yet. Said tonight would be good to walk through the courtyard and maybe look at the sky from his favorite spot on the roof. Pretty sure he’s-
Blake:Have you two kissed yet?
Ruby:….*whispers* Blake?
Blake:Yes?
Ruby:I think I’ve fucked up.
Blake:I think you can fix it.
A burst of petals took off so fast it flipped pages in Blake’s book. If Ruby had slowed down she would’ve realized she had even forgotten her shoes. That became known when her feet landed on the courtyard grass. Unfortunately she was the only one there. Roof it is then, hopefully.
Ruby Petal Bursted again through the school and up the stairs to the correct exit to the roof, but didn’t get the chance to open the door; it had unexpectedly opened from the other side. Before Ruby could stop, she ram right into Jaune, sending them both to ground with her landing on top of him and his undone tux. Groaning as she raised her head, Ruby was greeted with dark blue eyes staring at her with confusion.
Ruby:Heeeey…fancy seeing you here.
Jaune: *chuckles* I think that’s my line. I was just about to leave, but I’m glad I didn’t.
Ruby:Were you waiting for me?
Jaune:More like hoping. You okay?
Ruby:Me? You’re the one who got tackled.
Jaune:Why were you rushing?
Ruby:So uhhh, I talked to Blake about our date and she said something interesting. *blushing* By any chance… were you…trying to kiss me?
Jaune:*red* It did cross my mind several times, but it kinda felt like a bad moment all night. Then the date ended and you had to go so-
Ruby:I’m here now!
Jaune:*dark red*….
Ruby:That…that was a little much. I mean I just tackled you and this entire moment is all screwy and awkward. I didn’t even pick on why you were feeling so self con-
Jaune:Ruby, breathe. *smiles* It’s okay.
Ruby:D..Do you still want to look at the stars?
Jaune:I’m looking at them right now~
She could feel his heart pounding, or maybe that was her own? Ruby couldn’t tell the difference nor did she care. She had never done this before and yet her body began to ease itself as she lowered her head and closed her eyes slowly. Jaune’s arms wrapped around her slightly anxious frame, calming her down. Finally, a tender warmth spread across her warmth. It was so brief but the sweetest thing she’s ever felt. When Ruby opened her eyes she saw Jaune still a blushing mess like she was. Giddiness crept onto their faces and escaped as joyful laughter. Of course this was how their first kiss would go. It would also be second. Ruby cuffed her hands around his face and they stared at each other fondly before kissing again. If he was looking at at the stars then what she held in her hands had to be moon, stunning and forever glowing with gentle light.
xxxxx
The two had stayed up there longer than expected, essentially continuing their date for about an our before walking to their dorms, hands intertwined in comfortable silence. Sure it was a little cheesy, but what else do you do when the person you’re dating lives across the hall from you? They finally reached their doors and unfortunately had to let go.
Jaune:Sooo see you tomorrow?
Ruby:Mmhmm~ *smiles* Bright and early like always.
Jaune: Right, I knew that. Still have class and all. Boy, I really am off my game tonight.
Ruby:Not as bad as tackling your date on accident. Sorry, again.
Jaune:Eh, Nora hits me harder in training.
Ruby:Oh I bet. *rubs arm* So…I know this sounds a little weird but since the date is officially ending now…I wouldn’t be opposed to a goodnight ki-
He honored the request before she could even finish. Ruby giggled, leaning into the kiss tenderly the best she could. Now she wished she was still wearing the heels. Jaune let her go and they waved goodbye before heading inside. Ruby was all smiles, a blushing mess that quickly stopped her stride as she saw three sets of eyes and smug smiles facing her way.
WBY: Hey Dunce number one.
Ruby:Heh, yeah, that’s fair.
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sweetmariihs2 · 5 months
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List of inspirations that I noticed in ✨️The Amazing Digital Circus✨️
an almost-essay (PART 1)
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When I watched the first episode for the first time I started to notice several similarities to other subjects that I also like and know, other fandoms and popular things on the internet, and I soon thought about sharing them on Tumblr (which I'm doing now).
I know there will be things that other people have noticed that will be missing from the blog, but I will try to include all the things that I remember recognizing at that moment. Feel free to share them, though!
I don't know the formal names of some things I'm gonna mention, and also my english It's not the best, I'm trying to practice my writing <3
I'll have to divide this blog into two parts because Tumblr doesn't support more than 10 images per blog. grrgrrgr I really wanted to put everything together but I can't. At the end of the blog I will put a link to part 2 and you can continue reading [when i finish the part 2 of course]
1 - Popee the Perfomer
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Popee the Performer is a low-budget animation made in 2000, at the time when 3d animation was still a new technology. It's a collection of shorts and they talk about three circus performers' interactions. People found this on the internet in 2021 and they started a new fandom on top of it. What makes this show talked about it's the disturbing situations the characters put themselves through. There are a lot of violent scenes and sometimes the characters die by the end of the episode, but when we go to the next one they're just alive again, and that makes us question if they are living stuck in an eternal loop with no way of getting out of that small circus setting.
The 3d is pretty simple, mostly because it's old, but that makes me think about the connections between PTP and TADG are the aesthetics, the whole "disturbing adult cartoon about serious topics with a children's colorful aesthetic" thing, and also those connections with the Nintendo 64 graphics. I'M GONNA MENTION IT TOO!!
And a part of this fandom also it's part of Raggedy Ann and Andy's fandom. They were pretty close in 2021.
2 - Raggedy Ann And Andy
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Ragatha, next one
I'm kidding there's more
Their fandom started around 2021 because the YouTube algorythm just decided that it was time to recommend a video about Raggedy Andy to EVERYONE! And that's how I discovered them too <3 (I WAS THEREEE I WAS THERE). Andy got the main focus and he was everyone's dream boyfriend lol
Also that's completely unrelated but I wanted to say that I'm one of the people whose video was recommended to everyone through YouTube algorythm and helped the fandom to grow even more (I'm so proud of myself guys I'm sorry awnqbehdjwndbwjdnh)
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I believe that if that first video that helped me (and more people) to discover them were never recommended to us, maybe Ragatha wouldn't even have that design!! It's alright that Ann is a doll from the 1900s, but the whole "Raggedy Ann And Andy" thing wasn't a fandom topic, they were just normal ragdolls and they were recognized only by grannies and "the anabelle doll" (this one makes me pissed)
3 - Nintendo 64 (and old 3d art)
And this recognition that it is a fandom united this subject to other famous fandoms, leading to the same audience, and this audience is also TADG's audience. I'll talk more about this at the end of the blog! (Edit: Part 2 of the blog. *silently cries*)
And there's this blog:
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That low budget 3d aesthetic it's turning really popular recently. I'm not much of an expert on the subject since I don't know much about games, but I recognize it from the old graphics and my biggest reference is Mario 64. There's a good explanation for it being so popular, I have a theory that it's related to liminal spaces, but I'm not sure. Still, it's worth mentioning.... and also that bubble character really looks like chain chomp!!
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They're besties
4 - liminal spaces (backrooms and the "dreamcore" aesthetic)
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happy balloons because the backrooms scare me (i hate it)
I think if you're on Tumblr it's very likely that you already know what the backrooms are. A part of our reality, but outside of it. There are floors and floors of eternal levels, where you wander in the same place and don't go anywhere. As if you had broken the matrix and were trapped outside, in a bug. This has become very popular on the internet and it's interesting that it is being used as inspiration for creating a show.
Furthermore, there was also the popularization of aesthetics such as dreamcore, traumacore and weirdcore, which consist of images that look like they came out of a dream. Things that you recognize, but don't know where they came from, like a deja vu, which makes you uncomfortable. It's extremely linked to the backrooms, since it's the same feeling. Many of the images are things that take us back to childhood, to the past, but they are not right, as if they were corrupted. Old 3D is also used a lot to make some of these images, like the example I gave of the Nintendo 64. The fandoms are all interconnected!
In this whole concept they also like to be inspired by childhood characteristics, such as old images of toys, empty birthday parties, playgrounds, and it also takes us to that famous sensation on the internet that I don't remember the name of, but it is basically feeling afraid of a place where people should be going, but they aren't. Abandoned places. The fear of being alone. All those topics revolve around each other. They makes us question abour reality, "do I even exist?" (I know I do, but writing characters that way and exploring the possibilities is kinda nice)
I know a brazillian youtuber that made a good video about it, her name is Replai and in the video she talks about how Poppy Playtime's art was made, but I know that most of the people reading this don't know how to speak in portuguese so... yeah. It's a good video.
5 - Children's aesthetics (but something's off)
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This gif speaks for itself. It's that traumacore/dreamcore/weirdcore thing that I was talking about.
Still talking about that empty feeling of knowing that something it's familiar but don't knowing where it came from, childhood memories can be related to this, as they are vague, distant and sometimes carry a feeling of sadness. I'm not a great expert on the subject, but somehow the way that's explored scares us, I know there's a good explanation on the internet. This reminds me of the reason why people are afraid of clowns: they wear this fixed smile on their face and try to appear friendly, but it's this frozen, empty expression that leaves us afraid that there are other intentions underneath. And the fact that they are so related to childhood and children's innocence makes us fearful, because we don't know if they can do any harm to them. (of course, this all happens subconsciously, you don't think about it that way but your brain activates this instinct of fear) (not you YOU, people with that phobia)
I refuse to believe that these things are not interconnected. There is a strange feeling that can be explored from this childish aesthetic and connection to childhood.
Many media are using this aesthetic as part of their stories, especially horror ones. Five Nights At Freddy's was a pioneer, exploring this in the early 2010s, and then there were other franchises like Poppy Playtime, Bendy And The Ink Machine, other FNAF games (and there are also discoveries of things that do this unintentionally and that were created before this popularization, like Popee the Performer. In music we also have great examples like Melanie Martinez's old albums, during the Cry Baby era. There are also other aesthetics who like to explore this childlike-creepy vibe, and they're a little unrelated to all this stuff, like Morute/Dollcore). Whenever I talk about this I remember FNAF SB Daycare, as it is the result of all these topics we have talked about so far. The Security Breach DLC "Ruin" decided to explore this fear of empty, abandoned places, but which once had happy children walking through the corridors. This feeling is very scary.
Do you remember when I gave clowns as an example? The circus is also a way to explore this scary+childhood feeling. A place where there should be lots of games, but which only causes fear, as in the case of those scary clowns. It's quite common in the media for the circus to be used as a focus of terror, however in the internet version we were talking about just now, it doesn't have to be directly a horror circus, just feeling that childish sensation and feeling that something is wrong is enough. Enough to make us feel uncomfortable. It's like the characters were suffering, but they can't scream for help, and it's a disorted vision of how a circus should look like. Hi Pomni!!
The Daycare Attendant also explores that.
6 - Bendy and Fnaf (for the same reasons I already told you all, but one more)
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Jax it's Bendy's and William Afton's lost son. We don't need no DNA test.
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(I'm obviously just kidding btw, his design was probably inspired by them, MOST ESPECIALLY BENDY and maybe the Cheshire Cat from Alice because of his smile??? Idk)
stay tuned for part 2 <3
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ariadventures · 1 month
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Tea Eggs!!
You know what I haven't written in a while? A cooking/food post! Someone asked me something on Twitter which got me thinking and I figured I'd finally write about making food again, so I'm pretty happy to have something to post on here again.
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Immediately at the start of writing this I understand why recipes come with a background story, because cooking IS personal and at least, since I'm not a recipe blog, what investment do you really have in this if I'm not saying something about it? But I'll put the extraneous details after the recipe. This is far from a formal recipe and just a musing of what I did. I mostly did it to taste but these are some approximate measurements:
6-8 eggs 4 cups of water 4 bags black tea 3 tablespoons dark soy sauce 2 tablespoons regular soy sauce 1 tablespoon sugar 4 teaspoons salt 2 teaspoons Shaoxing wine 1 teaspoon five spice powder
Important to note: Make as many eggs as you want as long as it'll all fit in the marinade you make - it's gotta cover all of the eggs, no peekin' out. If you need less marinade, i.e. you're putting it in a tight ziplock bag, feel free to halve or otherwise divide the ingredients to fit.
Make the marinade in a saucepan with all the ingredients besides eggs. I started boiling the water and put the ingredients in one by one. I cut open the tea bags and dumped it all in. The five spice powder is out of convenience - if you look up all the spices included in it, like sichuan peppercorn and star anise and cinnamon etc., and have all of those on hand, you can use those as well, but this is a simple recipe for a simple person.
After mixed and boiling, let it cool off to the side.
Soft boil eggs in another pot, put them in an ice bath afterwards or run them under cold water for a few minutes, whatever your jam is.
Gently (GENTLY!!) use the back of a spoon or something to crack the eggshells while leaving them on, but not break through too much of the egg. The marinade is pretty strong so you could theoretically just completely peel them and soak them for a shorter amount of time, but I like to make them traditionally.
Put the eggs into the marinade and simmer/warm them for like, an hour. After that, let the marinade cool down again, cover it, and refrigerate it for up to 24 hours. That's it!
*Notes*
The dark soy sauce is mostly for the marbling/color of it. If you want a darker marbling, you can add more and reduce the salt. Like I mentioned, I did a lot of it kind of by vibes, so I added in a little more soy sauce and salt myself.
I had a test egg after I simmered them for an hour. Simmer? Warm? As long as it's not boiling, you don't actually want to thoroughly cook the eggs unless you're okay with super overboiled eggs. Tasted good, but did taste so much better after soaking for a day. I note soft boiled above because when you simmer them they do cook a bit again, and traditionally it is hard-boiled, but if you want them not overboiled you should do the soft boil initially.
As seen in the picture above, I marinated it in a saucepan overnight and put some clingwrap over it. My first attempt I only made 3 eggs, and they fit in a mason jar so I just put it all in a mason jar and used maybe half of that recipe above. If you don't want a big ole saucepan, you can also put the marinade in a big ziplock bag that'll stay securely tight. As long as the marinade is covering ALL of the egg!
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This is what I mean by marbling! OBVIOUSLY these pictures aren't great (I have never claimed to be a photographer) but this is just to show what the end result should look like. Sometimes the marbling doesn't really come through but it still tastes nice!
I grew up with tea eggs always at the grocery store and able to grab 'em any time I wanted. They were usually always warmed in a crock pot as you grabbed them with tongs, but since I'm not running a crock pot for days as I finish eating them all I have them cold and they're still glorious. You can honestly marinade them 8-24 hours or so, I just like marinading for longer so the color really comes through and for more of the taste to soak in. Marinade them too long and I think they'll get too salty. It's a great subtle flavor, and you can reuse the marinade for another batch if you're making more in a short amount of time (refresh ingredients a lil that may have evaporated) or I know you can theoretically cook meat and vegetables in that marinade so you'll have something tasty from it.
I'm (AS USUAL, everyone moans) having culture feels and been wanting to cook more as a result. Most of it has manifested in veggie soup or varying noodle dishes, but tea eggs are near and dear to my heart and honestly I am so glad they were easier to make than I thought. I have a lot of weird vibes and euughh, trauma 🙄 over being in the kitchen just due to weird family stuff I grew up with so cooking is a real chore for me. Ultimately this uses two small pots (saucepans? pots? whatever they're called) and a tablespoon so the dishes to clean afterwards is minimal.
I really like the tea eggs and I really like that I can make them now, and I wanted to share that. I will probably fixate on them for a hot second! They've got such a nice flavor and my whole apartment smells good after. Let me know if you make any! Thanks for reading.
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clarafyer · 5 months
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Omnomnom dehydrated apple chips are some of my favorite safe foods
Actually yk what I'll ramble about my sensory shit
So like I've loved spicy, bold flavours like hot cheetos, curry, buffalo wings, etc, and I'll never not accept them as a safe food.
Sometimes though my sensory needs just- change back and forth, like from "I will vomit if I eat avocado toast today" to "avocado toast is the only thing I will accept as breakfast today" which is I guess where audhd comes in. There are some foods that bypass all my shifting needs, like strawberries, dehydrated apples, hot cheetos, potato chips, and pasta (ESPECIALLY the bowties omg I love the bowtie pasta)
Aside from taste needs, sometimes I really REALLY need a tight hug, not because I'm having a rough day but just because my body really wants to be under pressure for like 4 seconds and then it's good, aND THEN IT SWITCHES TO "If my parents even just barely touch my hair I will die of the sudden itch and sometimes even pain"
Also florescent lights just kill me most of the time which is why I am very happy that most of my teachers don't have every light turned on in their classrooms
I need socks to walk anywhere around my house but I will have straight up insomnia if I wear them to sleep
I haven't ever gone fully non-verbal but when I talk I either have to repeat myself 4 times because of how quiet I'm mumbling, stutter too much to the point where I just restart my sentence after pausing, repeat a word when I didn't mean to (for example during a chapter review of Lord of the flies I said "Piggy and Piggy" instead of "Jack and Piggy" and I got laughed at D:) ORRRRR I NEED TO BE TOLD TO BE QUIETER BECAUSE I'M RAMBLING TOOFASTANDLOUDDD
I have two special interests: my OC lore, and Genshin Impact. My childhood special interest was- also my old OC lore (7 year old me had the amazing and magical story, ever so creatively named "the enchanted forest") that went on for like 4-5 years where I would always want to talk about it and think about it to sleep, aaaaaand My Little Pony (I'VE REWATCHED MLP AND NINJAGO BOTH LIKE AT LEAST 8 TIMES but I wouln't call Ninjago a special interest bc it was more of an on and off obsession-)
I do also have hyperfixations ofc and they usually last up to 2 months, pretty sure that lines up with the statistical average idk
Also sometimes I just need to- punch something with full force. I never get to though and Ik it'd feel great (I did throw a pillow like 5 times in a call with my friend when I was hyper though so like... I've been able to get that excitement out-)
I'm sometimes really slow or just straight up zone out mid-conversation which is frustrating on both ends
I have a wide and advanced vocabulary for my age but [read the prior paragraph on talking], I usually don't get to use it to it's full potential because of that issue .-.
(I just realized this whole rant about my stuff is gonna be perfect for if I can ever actually get diagnosed by someone yayyy)
Mom told me that as a 1-3 year old I never really played with my toys but just lined them up either by size or color (yk those like- tower thingies with the rings of differing sizes and colors? I always ordered them correctly just out of the need for it to look right)
When I was 5 this girl in Kindergarten had a sling on but it was a fancy bedazzled sling so I really wanted to feel the gems but she wouldn't let me and I got sad :(
I've always loved swings and those like- spider web climbing equipment, still do just because I like rocking around and being able to stretch and hang and maneuver around the differently angled bars/ropes on the spider web thing (SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THEY'RE ACTUALLY CALLED)
I also have this like- neck shaking and hand flapping tic/stim, sometimes it's uncontrollable sometimes it's a controllable urge, and when it's a tic it sometimes hurts or is just straight up excessive
Okay my mind is going blank now so buhbye this was super long if anyone read all of that- kudos to you, Idk why you would subject yourself to reading it all ok BYEEE
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kaydolle · 6 months
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recent dolle things that i bought ! 🎀
okay so earlier in these past weeks i posted my dolly (dolle) wishlist ! and i have fulfilled some of those things + bought some cute things that wasn’t included on the list. <3
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sephora lip gloss. it’s this specific shade that’s popular on xiaohongshu ? where they shade matched a bunny’s tongue and it’s the cutest thing ever. first of i’m black, so i tried my luck & i love it. ofc it’s not that pigmented on my lips as to someone with pale skin but i love the pink sheerness, especially when i combo it with my fenty lip tint, my brown lip liner, and my laneige lip mask 🎀.
necklaces with wording + hello kitty. im a sucker for small silver necklaces, they just sit so prettily. it says ‘missworld’ and the ‘i’ has a star in replacement of the dot. and i can’t wait to pair it with my hello kitty necklace that i just ordered ! it remind me of the hashtag that i use that says ‘missangel’.
hello kitty plushie. it’s so tiny and cute, i can’t wait to sit it on my desk 🧁.
cheetah print hair clips. so im getting my hair done soon and i ordered some cheetah print hair clips. so that i can do 2 braids with pink ribbon combo w straight hair and then add on the clips, i saw this girl on tiktok do a video of this like the vision in my head is so cute and clear on myself. i also want these plain silver shaped hair clips, idk i feel like it’ll contrast the pink ribbons so prettily.
classic ultra mini platform uggs. i got the color chestnut, original i wanted mustard seed but sadly they were sold out in my size and i was already debating on chestnut v. mustard seed. so i went with chestnut since i feel like that color of brown is diverse when it comes to styling. i can’t wait to wear it with pretty leg warmers 🎀!
missme bootcut jeans. it’s fall and i feel like cute jeans are a must! especially for walks in the cold, i want to take a walk downtown and visit cafés. that’s on my fall to-do list. i was so desperate to get these, i immediately went on depop and ordered some, and i found some really cute ones. this week i want to try thrifting for the first time and see if i find some more <3.
baby pink sheets. at first i had butterfly sheets, and i don’t like them at all !! knowing baby pink is my fav color i had to get baby pink sheets. it’s this fuzzy white blanket at walmart that i keep eyeing and i’m thinking of buying it. i also want to buy some plushies to go on my bed!
cute lashes. so i bought some lashes that start small and then at the end tips it has more volume, almost like cat eye lashes if i explained that correctly? i also bought this pink cute lash case that i can bring with me in my new bags 🎀.
rilakkuma phone case. y’all it’s so cuteee , it’s going to look cute with my outfits. i want some rilakkuma plushies for my bed. it’s this one on aliexpress where rilakkuma is holding a strawberry , i want to get it and take cute pictures with it. 🍰
pink tracksuit. i bought this one pink and gray tracksuit that says ‘no photos please’ , it’s literally an essential idc ! it’s so cute !
pink tank tops. tank tops are an essential, especially for under cute tracksuits and jackets, & stuff. i bought some really cute ones that has cute laces , etc !
leg warmers. another essential , this is self explanatory cause who doesn’t love leg warmers ?!
jill stuart makeup. i have never bought from there until now and i’m waiting on my order, but the packaging is too cute to not have it. i ordered their lip blossom and their eye jewel dew in the shade pretty princess. i’ve never tried an eye shimmer but i just know it’s going to look cute. especially as a quick and small dash of highlight. 🎀
alba rosa beige hisbiscus tote bag. alba rosa was one of the it stores in gyaru culture. the bag looks sooo soft & fuzzy! and i can’t wait to put a pink bow on it. soft brown and baby pink is my favorite color combination at the moment ! 🍨
hello kitty hand mirror + brush. im a lace front wearing girly although i do wear my braids + my natural hair, but this is so cute to brush my hair with when i do wear a lace front, can’t wait for my appt ! 🍮
pink crocodile pattern hand bag. i can’t wait to post a picture of it, it’s pretty, i was debating to get white or pink, but as expected i ended up with pink.
strawberry body care. OMGG. i will never get over about how good it smells like idc. i bought a body oil, body scrub, and body milk. it literally have my whole room smelling like strawberries for HOURS. and the thing that gets me is that the body milk/butter has shimmer in it, so i literally have a shimmery body after using it ! idk a strawberry base but a plush sugar scent will always hit. 🎀
heart shaped earrings. i actually bought this almost 2 months ago, but it’s so cute! it says ‘blessed’ on it and it’s big, silver hearts. the quality is so good. i love them and their my favorite earrings at the moment ( literallly for the past 2 months ). 🧁
pink cropped jacket with fuzzy ball strings. it’s actually a set but i have yet to order the skirt! the jacket was too cute to not get right now, i can literally live with the jacket itself, but i do have plans on buying the skirt soon.
flowy shirts. i recently bought two! it’s a pink cheetah print one with cute ribbon embedded into the design. and a frilly baby pink one with a silky baby pink bow tied in front. 🎀
juicy couture vintage terry cloth sweater. it’s so cute and it matches my brown and pink combo agenda so well. is it just me or do new juicy looks off… idk i hate it. the panties are cute though! <3
playboy bunny belly jewel. it’s so cute and flashy. like the way it just shimmers , cute.
i have so much more i want to purchase! but before i order it online i want to take a mall trip and purchase some of these in store. such as victoria’s secret underwear and lush body care items 🎀!! and see if i find any cute mini skirts. might upcycle them to fit my style!
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signing off — vixendolle ( @kaydolle ). 🍭 ⋆ ˚。⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚。⋆
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shima-draws · 6 months
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Let me recount yesterday's experience shiny hunting bc it was fuckign BONKERS
I go for Carbink first in the little cave below the Crystal Pool. I do the neat little picnic respawn trick to get all the spawns to be Carbink. I strap myself in for a long hunting session. On my second picnic respawn, shiny Carbink manifests into existence. ON MY SECOND TRY,
(But look at it this shiny is so pretty and not talked about enough. It's very similar to Diancie's which I think is super cool, I love how they tied them in together like that)
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2. I find a Grubbin outbreak! Yeah! In the middle of auto battling, a random shiny Luxio charges straight at me. This was without any sandwich buffs either this was just a full odds wild shiny. OKAY. SURE. WHY NOT.
3. There's a Volbeat outbreak and I'm like YELL HEAH bc Volbeat has such an underrated shiny. It's SO pretty look at him
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PEAK color scheme. Anyway. In the middle of this Volbeat outbreak, one (1) Illumise spawns. And guess what. YEAH. IT'S FUCKING SHINY. OF COURSE.
4. I catch the Illumise. I am salty but also happy bc Illumise has a p good shiny anyway. But I still wanted a Volbeat. Before I can seethe for too long, not even 5 minutes pass before a shiny Volbeat spawns. NEVER PUNISHED
5. I go back to try the Grubbin outbreak. I do have a sandwich on this time so there's Grubbin and Charjabug everywhere, even outside of the outbreak spawn point. I wonder around for 10 minutes and LO AND BEHOLD. Shiny Grubbin. Not even part of the outbreak!!
So not only did I get two random shinies that were grouped in with outbreaks, I also got all the other Pokemon I was hunting for?? It was INSANE. Watch me shiny hunt tonight and get absolutely nothing bc I used up all my luck yesterday lmao
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sweetest-honeybee · 9 months
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I'm going to be starting my very first commissions soon! I am very excited but do you have any tips on what I should and shouldn't do?
Oh that’s very exciting! Hmm I have a post somewhere but I’ll just answer anyways 😂 This is gonna be insanely long
- Don’t be disappointed if you don’t get a huge amount of people asking at first. It’s all about drawing people in and growing an audience! If you don’t have an audience yet, it’s always worth it to market and advertise pretty well. Multiple social medias, using common tags, promoting in say, is discord server if you’re in one or something, all that jazz
- Pricing is very difficult and it’ll fluctuate and change over time. You’re not gonna get it down first try, and they’ll change with your workflow and what you realize you can and can’t do/handle! Personally, I took the amount of time I take on each canvas and estimated some average times (I.e. a rendered bust takes me 1.5-2 hours) and multiplied that by ah, $30 I think at first? And then doubled my prices later down the road
- Additionally however, pricing in such a way that you make good money for your time is important but, and I can’t stress this enough, PLEASE consider the people you’re advertising your work to and who follows you, what communities you’re in, etc. For myself, I’ve recently began to aim for higher quality clients who can pay more all at once and so I can get more money with less commissions stacked in my queue. Thus why my lowest price is still quite high. If you want more frequent clients, most often it’s best to keep your prices relatively low but still good value for you. Again, it’s all about finding that balance and figuring out your workflow
- Speaking of workflow, there’s no one right way to do commissions. Your process is your own and from my experience, I’ve gone through a bunch of different processes with different people! Haha, I’ve even signed a contract once to really seal the deal on the terms and conditions. Make it your own! Be as professional as you feel the need to or not. Do whatever makes you comfortable as long as it’s not at the expense of the client, of course
- You may or may not be contacted by spam bots and other accounts about your work. Believe me, it’ll happen once or twice that you might be scammed if you’re not careful (it’s happened to me twice) but if I could say, it’s usually accounts with names that don’t match their icons, using little/terrible punctuation and very automated repsonses, requesting work that’s not what you do usually, requesting work of family members/pets, offering very large sums of money, whatever else. Just be safe!
- Hmmm what else….
- Make sure you have plenty of examples of your work and the style of art/coloring that you’re advertising. If you’re offering something new, just get like 3-4 examples in and have a consistent process before having people pay money for it. I love my current rendering style but I had to wait til I had a few to know how I wanted to go about offering it as a new coloring style and how it’s different from what I would typically do
- Some clients are definitely rude and pester. It’s okay to put your foot down and say you’re not comfortable working with them. Personally, I offer up other artists if that’s the case (within reason, I don’t send rude people generally but sometimes clients get frustrated with you because you’re not the kind of artists they’ll end up wanting to work with) or if I’m just not able to do a commission because it’s, for example, out of my skill level or something. Always good to send people to artists who are open for work
- I’m actually learning this myself but if you’re working with someone who’s well known (I.e. I worked with good ol Xisumavoid), having T&Cs is useful for those larger clients. Xisuma actually gave me his terms and conditions to fill out in the invoices so if the client has that as well, it works that way too! And again, if you have questions or you’re uncomfortable by someone else’s T&Cs, say that! Believe me, they’ll work with you if they truly intend to use your work (bless that man, he was so kind and transparent about the whole process)
- Of courses you are just starting out but you never know!
That’s pretty much he main stuff. Just make sure it’s seen and clear, you’re valued and understand your value, and that everything you’ll be doing is all up to you. If you have artists friends (or myself) that you’d ever need input from, give them (or me) a holler! This is all just me, other artists have more or different ways they’d suggest going about things so if you don’t agreed with anything I’ve said, that’s alright 😌
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1, 3, 4 and 5 for both Jounouchi and Yugi please!
!! YES CHEF RIGHT AWAY !
My darling Jounouchi Gnocci and Yugi Boogie..
1. Okay yall are going to kill me. I never watched pokemon and I played like 2% of platinum growing up. I also never watched Digimon. SO! I'm going to do what I do best and assign them a BIRD ! ! !
I was kind of torn on Yugi, I really want him to be a belted kingfisher because they're one of my childhood favorites (and to me? Fit his energy?) They don't really stand out with any extraordinary behaviors though, so I'm also placing him with a parrotlet.
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Parrotlets are the smallest parrot species and they're mischievous little birds that are SO sweet and extremely smart, they fit him very well. I hope to own one some day ^_^
-> Jou was SUCH an easy choice for me, what immediately came to mind was some kind of corvidae family member. I think he could be a jackdaw, but Scrub Jay's are soo him to me <3 They're pretty smart, playful, have big barks and are very under-appreciated birds! Just like our Jou.
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3. Favorite Canon Looks?
-> This question haunts me because I love pretty much all of Yugi's outfits, including the stupid capsule monster filler arc armor suits 😭 Yugi was one of my biggest fashion idols growing up as a queer emo kid. I'd have to say his classic DK/S0 outfit is truly my favorite if I had to pick one. The symbolism of his thick leather vest that connects to his choker underneath his normal school uniform has always been eye catching for me. I also much preferred the rope on the puzzle compared to his silver chains. Very nostalgic look for me. (CLOSE TIE WITH HIS ANZU DATE OUTFIT <3)
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-> Joey baby.. okay so I'm kind of lame, I LOVE. His battle city fit, I think it's so him. The sneakers, the baggy T-shirt, I also think the colors of this palette suit him well. I also like his wtd arc outfit, which is kind of similar vibes.
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4. What movie(s) do you think they would not be able to stand?
This is so difficult.. I'm going to say Jounouchi isn't much of a fan when it comes to musicals or psychological thrillers. He seems like the warrior of the week film guy. He might groan about them in front of Honda but he will watch any chick flick with Shizuka. Hes surprisingly thoughtful about them too!
Yugi .... oh man, I don't know. He seems like he'd be a really big film nerd but at the same time he's not? He enjoys movies that have all sorts of twists and turns and also ones that are bold and not very subtle (FANTASY FAN). I think he'd have problems with very Film Bro movies? He doesn't understand the appeal of them and almost always finds plot holes within them that can never be explained.
5. What is a gentle memory they might have?
-> I personally think Yugi has SO many sweet memories of himself and his grandpa when he was growing up. He is such a grandpa's boy.. he remembers so many times that Grandpa was tucking him into bed at night and telling him stories of magic and fantastical creatures and adventures in his younger days.
-> And we know Jou has SO many memories of him and his sister as a kid. I doubt all of them were entirely gentle and more bittersweet leaning. Coming from a big brother like myself, I could see Jounouchi distracting her from their parents fighting by coloring with her or playing outside. But after they get reunited as teenagers, I bet they have all sorts of fun new memories together like finding the BEST spot to get pizza or biking to the beach every now and then together 🥹💓
YOUR HONOR. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH?
Character Questions!!
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serioussimming · 1 year
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Los Santos - Progress Report 2022 - Part 4b: Back on track talking about roads
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Okay now again...
This is a pretty in depth, technical and passionate talk about road textures I guess
During last years work on Los Santos (which was mainly september... Okay actually I think it was only september. But hey I haven’t made that much progress in any other year!) I replaced some road textures and reworked some road layouts that already existed. When a project is stretched out in such a long time window (2016-now) you not only work in one direction (from start to finish) but you also occasionally completely rework stuff from before. In all these years from 2016 this has been the only CAW project I’ve worked on. With every year I’m learning new quirks and tricks about the game and caw.
Now this is the point where I diverge from Part 4a
My issue with the previous roads is that they were compelety random textures grabbed from everywhere (GTA V Assets, Store Worlds, Internet and more...). They kind of looked like what I wanted them to look like but they didn’t match that well across the board.
If there was one single thing that I could change about how the worlds work in The Sims 3 it would be the road system. Don’t get me wrong. The roads in The Sims 3 are miles ahead (haha miles) of what we got in say The Sims 2. Sims 3 Roads can curve, run in any angle to the world grid, have different textures, working bridges,... Thats all stuff that Sims 2 can’t. At least from neighborhood view. In lot view roads can be a bit more flexible. But still I’d say that Sims 3 Roads are superior. Yet they only have one lane per side. They always have a sidewalk. They always have the same width. They are completely flat and normal maps can only do so much. I mean it’s okay. Its not Cities:Skylines or SimCity but things could be better.
My new roads work around many of the issues that I previously had with Sims 3 Roads. The new road textures are AGES ahead of the old ones and I spent like 2 weeks making and adjusting the textures (shoutout to the Pixelmator Pro developers for creating an Image Editor that doesn’t drive me crazy)
But let me go into detail:
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The difference in detail when you see before and after next to each other is simply astonishing even for me. Look at how much more grungy and used the new roads look. Also note the asymmetric nature of them.
The old textures for this road were mainly modified roads from Roaring Heights. I had then made minor modifications by adding a curb to give the road more dimension. I originally picked that road because I liked the yellowish sidewalk which is also in Sunset Valley I think and it was the only one that also had these red plastered crosswalks that LA is so famous for.
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Here you can see more of how much more detail the roads have. The curb has proper coloring compared to the sidewalk and there is a *whatever you call that part between the curb and asphalt* which has a dirty appearance while not looking too repeated.
Note: The curb has no seams and seems to be like one super long piece of curb (new insult unlocked you pice of curb) because the road detail texture repeats three times in one sidewalk til. If there was a seam the curb pieces would be super small.
A difficulty with repeating textures is always making them look detailed, contrasted and sharp without making them look too busy and repeated.
The sidewalk texture is a blend of the default sidewalk texture and a concrete texture. I then changed the color and added details by hand like the all the cracks and irregularities. Notice how the sidewalk gets very slightly darker to the seams too add more depth. Something like this has to be done very subtly so it doesn’t get overdone.
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By crafting the road textures myself I can also work around issues that I had before.
I was actually a bit sad replacing the road texture in the vinewood hills area since that light road texture was the very first I used in this world. It was here from the start you could say. The textures were sourced from Lucky Palms where they’re used as freeway.
Now with the new roads I can fix the crossings that can’t have transparency on the sidewalk. The corners have the dirt/sand texture painted onto them so It gives them the illusion of transparency and they blend with their surroundings.
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The road details are also handpainted. The yellow lines in the middle and the white borders. In the newer picture you can see how this unifies the different types of roads. The darker old road had white lines in the middle, while the lighter road had yellow lines that were also bigger.
Notice how the old roads were all over the place. The dark and light roads had no actual connection to each other. I mean they were connected but there is no relation between them. They could very well be in two completely different worlds. They don’t tell a story. The new roads do. You can see how these two roads are subject to the same law. The lines have to be the same as that’s how they are meant to be. You could think about how the darker roads are more fresh and how they were paved onto the lighter roads because they were too broken but they didn’t pave the road completely because of financial constraints and other parts still being okay.
It’s laughable but you can really think of an entire story just for a section of a road.
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Now onto my favorite part about the new roads! I got really excited when I realized I could do this. Using the road detail overlay I created road sections that are bicolored. In my opinion this little detail makes the world look so much more realistic. It just gives it that extra layer of depth and I love it.
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Previously I only had roads connected to each other that had completely different colors (top picture). Now I am able to connect these in a way that makes them look like only one side got new pavement and the other lane was still okay so they left as is. This one road you see in the bottom picture looks completely natural like one road that got new pavement in some areas, when it’s actually technically 3 different roads:
more used light colored road, mix of new and old road, newer dark road
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How much a neighborhood can change when you replace the roads. Kind of funny how clean perfect roads were replaced with cracked used roads yet the crappy roads make the area look better.
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Some roads in Los Santos are really, really broken and in dire need of complete repaving! Why do I even pay taxes??? I wanted a road that resembles just that! Look at how broken the road is. Full of seams filled with tar and how each tile is colored a bit differently. Also I alternated the direction of the road every now and then to break up the repetition. Do you notice the thin lines that run on each tile?
I feel like this was the hardest road to not overdo. It’s a really busy pattern but in my opinion it still looks good. For each road I had to balance the textures between GTA V’s art style, Sims 3′s art style, my desired art style, and reality. I wanted to make them look as good and realistic as I could without making them look completely out of place. Always remember: They need to look good with a Sim standing on them, a house being next to them and a Sims 3 basegame car on them. All of these have to fit together without making any one of them looking edited in. I cant replace every single game asset after all. Or could I? *Vsauce music starts playing*
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Road beside 12 Residue Apartments
Only a few weeks ago I learned that red curb means no parking lmao
Do you notice that one side of the road looks a bit different from the other? One side is lighter and other a bit reddish. Another example of depth/detail
Wow. You really read a nerd talk about roads for like 10 minutes?
Now after my TED Talk about Sims 3 Roads is over I may have come to the conclusion that the roads are the single most important thing to mind when creating a world (next to terrain). They are the connection between every single point in the world and a gateway into the heart of the created world. When you see the roads, you know what kind of place the world is trying to represent. Just take a look at all the different EA worlds and how different the roads can be (e.g. Monte Vista vs Twinbrook).
Now thank you for reading this <3
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I hope the road of your life is not as bad as this...
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hazely-sims · 9 months
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Get to Know Me - Sims Edition
I was tagged by @papermint-airplane and @petrolstationflowers! Thank youuuu 🧡
What’s your favorite Sims death?
I generally don't allow my sims to die of anything but old age, but I would like to try out all the different deaths and ghosts at some point. The haunting curse ghost looks especially cool.
Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?
A mix of both? I tend to use Maxis-type clothes and furniture with textured patterns. I like most of my stuff to be fairly gameplay-friendly as well and it bothers me when there's clipping with sims animations so I don't use too many alpha clothes.
Do you cheat your sims weight?
Not generally, but I find that most EA sims are just very skinny? I had the pregnancy weight-gain mod installed, but the results were so extreme that I removed it and cheated the weight myself.
Do you move objects?
I mainly use it for storytelling, but is it even possible to play this game without using move objects sometimes?
Favorite Mod?
What an impossible question! If I had to choose one mod I can't live without, it'd be NRaas MasterController, but in terms of gameplay mods, I'm really enjoying adding new recipes and harvestables to my game these days. That's a lot of different mods together, so maybe I'm cheating a bit with that answer, haha.
First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?
The first sims game I was ever able to successfully install was Sims 2 and I think it was a "Deluxe" package that came with Nightlife? I don't remember what my first pack was for Sims 3. Maybe Late Night as well?
Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing
It's an adjective, isn't it? Like 'alive.' Listen, I get that it's probably supposed to be the other one, since they have some weird theme of using verbs as adjectives. But 'live' is already an adjective, so no-one is going to say it that way.
Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?
How can I choose just one?? I do obviously love Rose a lot. She's adorable.
Have you made a simself?
Oh yes. Honestly I'm shocked so many of you don't. I automatically insert myself into every fantasy hahaha I am very self-absorbed.
Which is your favorite EA hair color?
I don't even really remember which ones there are as defaults in Sims 3? I don't particularly love any of them.
Favorite EA hair?
Hmmm I enjoy the long male hair from Supernatural, especially on beardy men. And I also really like the 'modern braids' female hair from the store.
Favorite life stage?
Like most people, it's YA, sorry.
Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?
Definitely gameplay. I am trying to be a bit better at building, but it's such a slog.
Are you a CC creator?
I have dabbled, so I suppose, technically yes.
Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?
I don't know about a 'squad' but I'm pretty sure I have friends. I don't discord or anything, so if we're commenting on each other's posts, then I consider us friends? Hopefully that's okay lol
Do you have any sims merch?
No, is that like a thing?
Do you have a YouTube for sims?
No, I have no interest in trying to play the game in a way that's entertaining for other people. I do that the rest of the day; sims time is just for me.
How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?
I've put a lot more effort into aesthetics recently. Setting things up takes more time but I get a lot more enjoyment out of the game once it's done.
What’s your origin id?
I guess I probably have made one at some point but I have no idea what it is and I don't think I've ever used it. It's also just as likely that I actually don't have one.
Who’s your favorite CC creator?
So many impossible questions 😭 There's no way I can choose only one, but these days I'm always eagerly anticipating posts from @nightospheresims, @sim-songs, and @nectar-cellar.
How long have you had simblr?
It's complicated, haha! I had a simblr way back in... 2011-2012-ish? It was a messy time on simblr and in my life so I was never really able to develop a healthy relationship with it and I eventually deleted my blog after being inactive for a long time. Then after continuing my legacy story just for myself at a snail's pace for about a decade, I decided it was time to share with y'all again, and I opened this blog in October 2021.
How do you edit your pictures?
Reshade is first, and if a shot is taken outdoors and it's for a gameplay post, then sometimes that's it. If it's a bit darker than I'd like, I might apply all or part of this action using Photopea. Sometimes even more than once if it's really dark.
If it's a storytelling shot, I'll then also do manual debanding by selecting an area, copying it to a new layer, applying a gaussian blur, and then erasing around the edges to clean it up. It's tedious but also relaxing? And very satisfying in the end.
What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?
Sims 3 has so many bangers but I love Ambitions a lot even though it's a glitchy mess sometimes. It's just so much fun.
I am never totally sure who's done this but I'll tag @pudding-parade, @echoweaver, @oasislandingresident and @frostedshore. No pressure of course! 🧡
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