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[ariestrxsh]

mean!chris x shy!reader

✰ content warning: smut, sneaking around, pornography, masturbation, oral(m & f!receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, enemies to lovers

✰ summary: the morning after you and chris share a mutual masturbation session together, you both have to act normal around his suspicious brothers. the tension grows even thicker when the two of you are left alone all afternoon.

Idk who first wrote mean!chris or shy!reader, so I can't give proper credits, but I feel like it's been done before. I can't claim this is an original AU, but I hope you enjoy the fic! Credits to everyone who did it before me! ✰

dividers by @/anitalenia

Lights Turned On

chapters: | 1 | 2 |

The next morning, the sound of the heater kicking on woke you up around 9 a.m. You were on the hard living room floor with Matt to your right, beginning to stir. Nick was already up and making coffee in the other room, the aromatic scent drifting through the air.

You shivered, tugging your wool blanket up to your chin. Sunlight was beginning to pour in through the big window, lighting up the front of the house. You yawned, the detailed memories from the night before flooding back to you - Chris, walking in on him, seeing him naked for the first time, finishing beside him.

You almost had to ask yourself if it was all a dream, but when your tired eyes fluttered opened, Chris was descending the stairs. He was in a sweater and flannel pajama pants, and he was holding a laundry basket with his sheets in it. There was a part of you that felt hurt when he didn't even glance in your direction.

"You piss the bed or something?" Matt teased Chris, motioning towards the basket full of his bedding.

"Fuck off," Chris hastily mumbled under his breath on his way to the laundry room. You quickly turned away and blushed, knowing he was probably washing them because of the mess you made on them. It definitely wasn't a dream, but you were better off pretending it was, that way you didn't bring any attention to the situation.

Matt shifted around in the blankets, rubbing his eyes and turning to face you. "Hey, did you go upstairs last night?" He casually asked you. Your eyes subtly widened, and your heartrate started to quicken.

"Yeah, I went to go wash off my makeup," you shrugged, avoiding eye contact. Why was he asking?

"Then why didn't you?" He asked, furrowing his brow and letting out a chuckle as he motioned towards the smeared eyeliner on your eye lids and your crusty day-old mascara. "You look like a damn racoon."

Blood rushed to your cheeks, realizing you were going to have to think on your feet and lie, because after you'd gotten caught up in your little side quest with Chris, you completely forgot the main objective of going upstairs in the first place.

"Yeah, turns out I forgot my makeup wipes and my face wash at home," you shrugged, rolling your eyes at yourself and shooting a weak smile in his direction.

"You could've used my face wash," Matt narrowed his gaze at you. "Or Nick's."

"I just didn't feel right about using it without asking first," you lied, shrugging a shoulder and glancing over at Matt's face to see if he bought it.

"You're always welcome to our stuff. You know that," Matt said, giving you a skeptical look. You could feel the awkward tension growing between the two of you. You could tell that Matt could tell that you were hiding something.

"Why'd you ask?" You wondered out loud, taking control of the conversation. You tried to make your question sound as nonchalant as possible, trying to figure out what he already knew without seeming like you were trying to gather information.

"Well, I woke up last night, and you were gone. I stayed up for like twenty minutes before I fell back asleep, but you never came back down. I almost went upstairs looking for you, but I dozed off," Matt replied.

Your heart dropped at his words. The thought of him stumbling upon you and Chris and your intimate moment sent a rush of panic through you.

"So, why were you upstairs for that long? Were you alright?" Matt inquired with an almost concerned look on his face. You had to come up with something quickly that would either answer all his questions or keep him from asking them.

"God, Matt! I was having lady issues. Do you have to pry so hard?" You snapped back defensively, knowing he wouldn't want to press further. You threw the blanket off in annoyance as Matt mumbled an apology to you.

You almost felt bad for being snippy with him, but you didn't know any other way to handle the situation in the moment without incriminating yourself, so you doubled down. You got up with a huff and headed to the kitchen to join Nick.

"Coffee?" Nick offered, glancing over at you, already refilling his Keurig with water in anticipation that you were going to say yes. You weren't the type to ever turn down a cup of coffee.

"Sure, thanks," you accepted, giving him a warm smile. Nick grabbed you a french vanilla kcup and your favorite mug out of the cabinet and started brewing a cup for you.

You peered through the doorway that connected the kitchen to the laundry room as Chris pulled his sweater off over his head and tossed it into the wash with his bedding. His intense blue eyes met yours for just a moment, but his expression was completely unreadable.

You loved how mysterious he was, but you also hated it, and you especially hated how much you loved it. You were usually good at reading people, but Chris' mannerisms, his expressions, and his tone, all left you with more questions than answers.

He went back to loading up the washing machine, but he started subtly flexing, enjoying the attention you were giving him even if he was really good at acting like he didn't notice. You dropped your gaze to the way his pajama pants hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his black Calvin Klein underwear. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants.

"Did you hear me?" Nick inquired, breaking you out of your dirty thoughts that you were entertaining about his brother.

"Huh?" You asked, not realizing he had been speaking to you or that you had been subconsciously holding your breath the whole time. Nick glanced at where you were looking and back at you, giving you a confused look as if he could tell what you were thinking.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about all the laundry I have to get done," you nervously responded, quickly pulling your gaze away from Chris' bulge.

"You're good," Nick replied. "I was just letting you know I'm leaving for my Space Camp meeting soon, and Matt's coming with me if he ever gets his ass up," Nick chuckled, looking over his shoulder into the living room where Matt still laying on the floor on his phone. You snorted at Nick's comment.

"You can come if you want, but it might be a little boring. You're also free to just hang out here as long as you don't mind being stuck here with Chris."

You shrugged, trying to act like you weren't dying to stay back. "I don't mind hanging out here," you told Nick, taking your cup of coffee from him once it was done brewing. Nick took his mug with him into the living room, saying something to Matt about him being the laziest person he's ever met.

You wandered over to the boys' fridge to get some milk for your coffee. You reached down and picked up the carton, and when you turned to close the fridge door, Chris' blue eyes met yours as he was preparing his own cup of coffee a few feet away.

He shook his head and let out a soft scoff. "Gonna stay and hang out here with me all day? Thought you had laundry to do," he joked, giving you a smirk to let you know that he'd noticed you checking him out.

Your palms began to sweat, nearly losing your grasp on the milk in your hand. You could hardly hear Nick and Matt arguing or the sound of the Keurig brewing over your heart hammering away. Chris leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he licked his lips.

"You better put your eyes back in your head before one of my brothers catches you staring at me like that," Chris warned you, reaching down the front of his underwear and adjusting his hardening cock. Your gaze followed his wandering hand for just a moment before you caught yourself staring.

You blushed, averting your eyes to the two boys in the other room. Matt was still laying on the floor, bickering back and forth with Nick about how long it would take him to get ready.

"I've already called the Uber. They're like ten minutes away!" Nick rolled his eyes, standing over Matt with one hand on his hip, and his other hand looped through the handle of his ceramic mug. "You think I can't get ready in ten minutes?" Matt scoffed, finally climbing to his feet.

You turned your attention back to Chris, who was taking a step towards you, your stomach fluttering as he got close to you, thinking for a moment that he might kiss you. "You gonna do something with it or just stand there?" He smirked, towering over you.

"Do something with it?" You reiterated, your breath growing shallow as you peered up into his perfect blue eyes. Was he asking you to..?

"The milk, you little pervert," he chuckled, looking down at the carton you still held in your trembling hand. He took it from you without waiting for you to answer. He poured a bit into his steaming hot coffee and turned back to you, handing you back the milk. He brought his mug to his lips and took a sip from it, holding eye contact with you. You'd never been so jealous of a cup of coffee before.

"I had fun last night," he said, finally addressing the elephant in the room, "but if you're hoping for another show, just know, the first one may have been free, but the next one's gonna cost ya." Chris winked, gently brushing past you as he walked off in the other direction, heading towards his room.

Your jaw dropped, and you peered back over your shoulder at Chris as he ascended the stairs, admiring his back muscles. You could hardly wait for Nick and Matt to leave to figure out exactly what Chris meant by that little comment.

A few minutes later, you said your goodbyes to Nick and Matt, wishing Nick luck with his brand deal and apologizing to Matt for snapping on him earlier.

You took a shower in the upstairs bathroom after they left, finally washing the old makeup from your face and letting the hot water run down your back. The whole time you stood under the shower head, rinsing the shampoo from your hair, your mind was swimming with thoughts of Chris, replaying last night's events and anticipating what today would be like now that the two of you had the house to yourselves.

You spent a little extra time in the shower, scrubbing yourself and shaving all your body hair, trying to convince yourself you weren't doing it in case Chris wanted to have sex with you, even though you knew you were.

Suddenly, you heard the bathroom door open and close, which startled you and caused you to knick your ankle with your razor. "Shit," you whispered, watching the bit of blood color the water before swirling down the drain.

"Gonna use up all the hot water before I can get a shower in, huh?" Chris snorted as you heard the sound of the faucet running.

"W-What are you doing in here?" You managed to get out, stumbling over your words.

"Using my bathroom," he scoffed as if it weren't the most obvious answer in the world.

"You can't just barge in here," you argued, peeking out from behind the shower curtain at the shirtless boy who was applying some toothpaste to his toothbrush.

"You mean, like you did to me last night?" Chris winked at you and started brushing his teeth. You pulled the curtain closed again with a huff and went back to shaving your legs.

A couple minutes later, you heard Chris spit into the sink, rinse off his toothbrush, and knock the excess water off of it. You thought he was just about to leave when you heard the toilet lid open and the sound of Chris emptying his bladder just a few feet from you.

"Ew, are you peeing in here right now!?" You exclaimed.

"Yeah? So?" He nonchalantly asked, shrugging.

"You're disgusting," you shot back, rolling your eyes.

"If I'm so disgusting, why do you want me so bad then?" He teased you. You couldn't even think of a witty comeback. Instead, you scoffed at him loudly and waited for him to flush before you shut off the water. At least he washes his hands, you thought as you heard the faucet running again.

"Can you hurry up?" You asked. "I'm done with my shower. I'm ready to get out now."

"Then get out," he responded. You poked your head out from behind the shower curtain and gave him an unamused look. "What? You got to see every inch of me last night." Chris leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest.

Your gaze flickered between him and your towel that was slung over the rack across the room. He smirked at you and reached for your towel, handing it to you. You snatched it out of his hand and started drying off behind the curtain. You wrapped the towel around your chest and stepped out onto the bath mat, your eyes meeting Chris'.

"Why are you still in here?" You retorted, glaring.

"Just waitin' for my turn to use the shower. Didn't expect ya to take all damn day," Chris sneered back. His gaze danced over you, eyeing you up and down as you wiped away the condensation on the mirror with your hand.

"You're bleeding," Chris observed. You glanced down at your ankle and the drop of blood that was slowly running down your skin. "Here, hop up on the counter," he told you, moving closer towards you, grabbing you by your waist and spinning you around.

He lifted you by your hips, propping you up on the ledge of the granite countertop, your heart skipping a beat. Your gaze met his for a moment. He reached around you to grab a bandaid out of the drawer and a tissue from the kleenex box beside you.

He kneeled down in front of you, wiping away the bit of blood that dripped down your the side of your foot and carefully placed a bandaid on your cut. His hand gently brushed over your freshly shaven leg as he stood back up.

"There," he softly cooed, both of his hands resting on the countertop and his face just inches from yours. "I'm gonna go take a shower. By the time I'm done, I want you completely naked on my bed, legs spread, touching yourself to your favorite kind of porn," he lowered his voice, searching your face for a reaction.

Your heart pounded in your ears, your eyes widened, and you could feel your cheeks flush as he spoke. You turned your head away, avoiding eye contact. "You hear me?" He wondered aloud, tipping your chin up to face him again. "You got to watch me last night. Now it's my turn to watch you." His intense blue eyes bore into yours.

Your breath was caught in your throat. Any boldness you had the night before was completely diminished when he spoke to you like that, his body draping over yours as you sat there in your towel. All you could do was nod.

Chris took a step back, dropping his bottoms with a smirk. You glanced down almost as a reflex but quickly turned away to leave the room. You heard the shower kick on behind you.

You walked down the hall, completely embarrassed by what Chris had asked you to do - and admittedly, a little turned on by it at the same time. When you walked into Chris' room, you noticed a vanilla-scented candle lit on his bedside table next to his lamp.

Your eyes wandered to the new, fresh sheet he had on his bed. You finished drying off, letting your towel drop to the floor. You laid on the clean linen, propping yourself up against his headboard with a soft pillow behind you. You nervously bit down on your lip, preparing to do what Chris had told you he wanted you to be doing when he walked in.

Your palms started sweating, and your face grew hot. You opened your phone, scrolling through some porn when a lesbian video caught your eye. You clicked on it, your stare locked onto the two women and the way they started kissing and undressing each other.

Your hand wandered south, your fingers drawing closer to your heat as the scene played out in front of you. After the two of them made out for a few minutes, the video started to get even more steamy. Their hands roamed each other's bodies and their mouths, too.

You watched as one woman started sucking on the other woman's neck, slowly moving down to her collarbone and then to her breast. She took the woman's nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She trailed kisses down her stomach, parting her thighs, and started gently licking her between her legs.

A soft moan unfurled from your lips as you started gently rubbing your clit in circles. You were so enthralled with the hot scene and how good your hand felt that you nearly forgot you were in Chris' bed or that he could walk in on you any minute.

You started going at it faster now, your breath quickening and your fingers making tighter, more fervent circles as you listened to the heavenly sounds the girl made while she was being eaten out. That's when Chris appeared in the doorway, leaning up against the doorframe with his towel hung loosely around his hips as he watched in awe.

You didn't notice him yet, too caught up in what you were doing, your body squirming beneath your own touch. His voice startled you when he finally spoke. "Look at you," he quietly said, smirking, his gaze fixed on you. He stepped forward, running his fingers through his damp hair, a few water droplets rolling down his chest.

He approached the side of the bed and gently brushed the back of his hand against your flushed cheek. "What do we have here?" He inquired, peeking over at your phone screen and raising an eyebrow at what he saw. You immediately grew self-conscious and started to close your legs. "Ah, ah, ah," Chris cooed, "keep 'em open."

He gently wedged your knees apart again with his strong hands, his eyes dancing over your breasts and your glistening pussy that you continued to toy with. "You're watchin' girls, huh?" He sweetly asked, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy.

You bit down on your lip and nodded, still drawing lazy, slow circles on your clit. "What do you like about girls?" He asked, brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face as he watched the video alongside you.

"They're soft and sensual, and they just know what they're doing more than boys do," you admitted, your eyes still fixed on your phone screen and the way the two girls were interacting with one another.

"They know what they're doing more than boys do, hmm?" Chris repeatedly you, sounding skeptical. "You really believe that?" You nodded, your eyes flickering up at his. He let out a low chuckle.

"We'll see about that," he smirked, taking your phone from you, shutting off the screen, and tossing it to the side. "C'mon. I'm your entertainment now. Let's put that mouth of yours to good use, hmm?" Chris softly purred, dropping his towel.

His hard cock sprung out at eye-level with you, and he gently placed his palm on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your locks. He gripped you by the underside of your hair, guiding you towards his swollen tip. He pressed it up against your full lips, watching it slowly disappear behind them.

He let out a relieved sigh, a smile curling on his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, too nervous to look directly at him. He softly chuckled at your timid nature.

"C'mon. Look at me, pretty girl. Don't get all shy on me," he softly whispered, coaxing you to meet his gaze with yours. "That's it," he hissed as you slowly peered up at him, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes. He looked like a God, standing over you, his perfect skin glistening from his shower.

You softly moaned around his length, the vibration causing him to twitch in your mouth and involuntarily tighten the grip on your head. He watched you through heavy lidded eyes, his jaw dropping as you took him further.

He reveled in the sight of you looking up at him with his cock buried behind your soft, wet lips. "Good fuckin' girl," he rasped, gently rocking his hips forward, taking in the view.

His gaze travelled between your legs, admiring the way your fingers traced your clit. "Fuck, you look so good like this," Chris hoarsely whispered. "Wonder what Matt and Nick would think if they knew I had you like this right now," he smirked, his words causing you to clench around nothing.

You hummed around his perfect cock, feeling it spasm against your lips. He tipped his head back for a moment, his blue eyes rolling back as a few pleasured sounds poured from him. You could feel him throbbing as your tongue traced every vein.

You could tell he was already close, and it took every ounce of willpower for him to hold his hips still. He grabbed you by your hair and slowly pulled you off of him. "Fuck," he whispered, his cock twitching at the loss of contact.

He brought his attention back to the way your hand was moving fervently between your legs. He slowly paced over towards the foot of the bed to get a better view of you touching yourself for him. "So wet, aren't you?" He purred, slowly lowering his head between your thighs. Your heart raced, anticipating his next move.

"Put your fingers inside," Chris ordered you, his hot breath hitting your cunt as he spoke, causing your toes to curl. "You heard me. Put them inside," he repeated. You nodded, taking two of your fingers, placing them at your entrance, and slowly pushing them in. A soft whimper escaped your lips as your knuckles disappeared into your hole. "Fuck yeah. That's it. Now fuck yourself with them. Hard."

You did as he said, pistoning your fingers in and out of your pussy, the wet, languid sounds filling the room. Your breath grew ragged and your moans grew louder. Chris licked his lips, his gaze fixed on your glistening cunt.

"Stop," he said suddenly. You halted your movements, giving him an inquisitive look as you slowly removed your fingers. He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling your heat closer to his face. He placed his strong hands on the back of your legs, pinning your knees to your chest and nearly folding you in half.

Without warning, he started slowly and seductively tracing your folds with his tongue. You pinched your eyebrows together, screwing your eyes shut and letting your head fall back against his soft pillow. "Oh, no you don't. Eyes on me," he ordered you.

You peered down at him with a glazed over expression, eager to do whatever he said even if it was out of your comfort zone. You watched his tongue slither out from behind his lips once more, and he started flicking it against your clit. "Oh!" You whimpered, your body jolting at the sensation.

He chuckled against your heat, watching you writhe around. He closed his lips down around your sensitive bud, alternating between tenderly suckling on it and licking it. He rolled his soft and velvety tongue against you, your wetness starting to drip down his chin.

"Chris.." you squealed. He hummed against you, vibrations reverberating through your whole body. You kept your eyes fixed on him the whole time, his blue eyes that were staring into your soul and his quick tongue that were just about to fall apart on. He pulled away just before you could.

You let out a disappointed sigh, your climax ripped out from under you before you could reach the point of no return.

You watched Chris position his length at your entrance. Your eyes and your mouth widened as he started slowly dragging his pink tip up and down your folds, teasing your slit. He shot you a smirk as he finally sunk it in, ripping a few satisfied sounds from your core.

Your walls enveloped him, accepting him and sucking him in as he pushed a bit deeper. A guttural sound left his lips as you stretched around his throbbing member. "God, your pussy is perfect," he purred, slowly rolling his hips back and forth. "Takin' me like a good girl, aren't you?" He grabbed your left leg and slung your ankle over his shoulder to get a deeper stroke.

"Oh, my god," you sharply gasped, feeling his tip kissing your cervix over and over again. It wasn't just his size, but the way he fucked - the way he stirred his hips into you, the way he angled himself inside of you, and the way his thrusts were sensual and slow but incredibly powerful nonetheless.

"Feel that? You like that?" He seductively asked you, his fingertips gliding over your thigh as he pushed into you once more.

"Yes! Right there," you moaned, not worrying about your volume, considering the two of you had the house to yourselves. Each restrained movement he made drove you crazy. You knew he was holding back - taunting you. You grasped for Chris' soft sheets beneath you, desperate for something to anchor you.

Chris bent your knee and pressed it into your chest as he burrowed himself deeper, using all his body weight with each skillful plunge. "So fuckin' pretty when you're about to fall apart on my cock," he told you through his breathlessness, tenderly placing a hand on your face as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You could feel your cheek grow warm under his touch. You giggled, breaking eye contact and turning away. "C'mon, eyes right here. I wanna see your pretty face when you finish on me," Chris whispered, tilting your chin to face him again.

As if there were a magnet drawing you each closer to one another, the space between your lips and his started to close in on itself. He moaned into your mouth, his breath mixing with yours. The sloppy sound of you two kissing filled the room, complimented by skin slapping against skin as Chris sped up his thrusts.

Chris broke away from the kiss, feeling you start to tremble beneath him. "That's it. C'mon," he cooed, his gaze locked onto your blissed out expression. You could feel the knot forming in your core, threatening to snap any second now. "Be a good girl and finish for me," he grunted, his own finish line approaching.

"Chris.." His name slipped from your lips as more of a breathy whisper. You came unraveled, your pussy pulsating around him, moans and profanities streaming from your throat as your climax was ripped from you.

Chris continued bucking his hips forward at an unwavering pace, his fingertips digging into the top of your thigh. He fucked you steadily through your orgasm and the aftershocks, chasing his own. He stared down at the complete mess you were beneath him, admiring how beautiful you looked right after finishing.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned you, his facial expression saturated with lust and pleasure, his eyebrows pinched together and his eyes locked on yours. You could feel him starting to twitch inside of you, teetering on the point of no return.

He pulled out at the last second, ropes of cum squirting onto your lower stomach and your pussy. He let out a satisfied sigh before collapsing beside you, his cheeks flushed and sweat dropping down the sides of his face. He turned to face you, a smile spread across his lip, still clearly out of breath but trying to muster up enough strength to tease you one last time.

"So. Do I do it better than girls do?" Chris chuckled, grabbing a towel and cleaning the evidence of what he's just done to you off of your skin. You blushed, your chest rising and falling as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Better than the ones I've been with, yeah," you admitted breathlessly.

"What about the other guys you've been with?" Chris asked, narrowing his gaze.

"Okay, fine. Yeah, better than them, too. Happy?" You shot back, rolling your eyes and trying to hold back a smirk.

Chris climbed to his feet, unable to control the fact that your comment went straight to his head. "That's what I thought," he responded, wandering over to his closet to grab a change of clothes.

"You know, I would have liked more foreplay, though," you admitted.

"More foreplay, huh?" He asked, glancing back at you and giving you a lustful grin. "Noted. I'll do that next time."

Your heart fluttered at the promise of a next time.

You threw your legs over the side of his bed, glancing down at the wet spot the two of you left behind on the bed. You blushed, reaching for your towel and draping it around your body as you started to head out of the room. "I'm gonna go change," you told Chris.

"Good luck," he mumbled.

You glanced over your shoulder, giving him a suspicious look as you stepped out into the hallway. You walked a few doors down and entered Nick's room, pausing when you saw that your bag was left unzipped. You made your way over, kneeled on the carpet, and started rifling through its contents in search of your change of clothes.

Of course, Chris was messing with you. You just knew he had something to do with this.

"Chris!" You shouted, getting up from the ground and heading towards the bathroom. You peeked in there for the outfit you'd worn the night before, which, of course, was also missing.

"Chris!" You exclaimed again after he didn't answer the first time. You marched down the hall and back into his bedroom. "What did you do with my clothes?" You asked accusingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Why do you assume I have them?" He snorted from his gaming chair, his headset already on. "Because they're not where I left them, and you're the only other person here," you retorted, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Guess you'd better start looking for them because all you have to wear is that towel until you find them," he smirked, glancing up at you from his laptop.

"Ugh!" You stomped, growing impatient. "I'm serious. Where are they, Chris?" You hissed.

"I'm serious - you'd better start lookin' for them, because I'm not tellin'. You're gonna walk around in that little towel of yours until you find them," he repeated, giving you a sharp look.

He had done this on purpose - hidden your clothes throughout the house. He wanted you like this. He wanted you vulnerable and desperate, in nothing but a flimsy towel while you took part in his little demented scavenger hunt.

The only saving grace was that the house was much warmer than it was when you'd first gotten up, so being in a towel wasn't completely uncomfortable despite how exposed you felt. You rolled your eyes one last time before you left the room again.

You shuffled downstairs, rifling through the pantry for something to eat while you silently asked yourself, if you were Chris, where would you hide someone's clothes? You made yourself another cup of coffee, holding your towel closed with one hand.

You figured you'd either find them or he'd give them back to you before his brothers got home. Surely, he wouldn't leave you stranded in a towel for Nick and Matt to come home to - right?

[tiredly-yours]

I like the idea of Tim going: "Bro, I'm not indulging this anymore" and ignoring Danny. So, I'm just gonna go with that, but, with the whole 'the rejection of your soulmate makes you go crazy, THO IT IS CURABLE'.

Because I also like the idea of, years later, Danny is well over it, knows he fucked up, dealt with the situation wrong and accepts he will never get to know his soulmate, it hurts, yes, but he's learnt that he was somehow the problem.

But, you know, acceptance of never getting to know your soulmate kinda translates to rejection.

So, poor Timmy, this guy's gonna go through a rough time. Yeah, he goes a bit crazy, he feels so empty and, suddenly, after not thinking of Phantom for years, he's suddenly all he can think of.

He begins to search through old files of him, watches videos of security cameras, tries to find him. He wants to know why he feels like this.

Blah blah blah, the Batfamily is concerned, very concerned.

Then, the JLD has to summon the ghost king because ghosts are making more havoc than normal, breaking stuff and terrorising the people, normal stuff. They just want to tell him, in the politest way possible, to "Please take your citizens out of earth, they're causing a mess" and end up getting a grown up Phantom instead.

Tim is delighted, the Batfam is horrified, and the JL is a bit confused.

Not wasting even a second, Tim HAS to ask what was the reason for him to follow him around like that, just why.

And Danny's like, "oh yeah, I was sixteen and very fucking desperate to get my soulmate's attention, I'm really sorry, I messed up, I hope you can forgive me, but if you can't, that's fine."

Tim stares, his mind stopped computing the moment Danny said "soulmate".

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Sorry if it's not good, English is not my first language.

@gilbirda Ok, so you made a snippet of on of your AUs a while back (braindead rejected! soulmate i think) and I haven't been able to think of much else since. So my brain made a little thingy for you!

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1. Tim takes a risk one day by writing back to whoever was doodling on his body, with a glittery purple gel pen, asking them to stop trying to contacting him.

All the person asked was, "Why?"

Tim never answers.

2. Danny faces constant rejection from his peers, authority figures, his parents and sister neglect him and now his own soulmate doesn't want him. They hadn't even met before he was rejected. Jazz finds out about Dannys powers and tries to reach out but Danny rejects her pretty violently due to his own pain. Then the episode where Sam and Tucker ditch him for Gregor happens and he gives up.

The two people in his life that has had pretty much complete control over his life and trajectory just abandoned him and he does not take it well. He ripped the symbol off his chest, disappeared and never came back.

3. Danny zooms into a new dimension/universe/whatever to avoid his former friends and family from being able to track him only to land in a place called Central City and immediately getting roped into helping Captain Cold who gives him a normal domino mask and they end up working together for a while.

4. Danny somehow overhears one of the speedster talking on the phone about his friends brothers soulmate issue at some point and they perfectly describe the interaction that happened between Danny and his soulmate all those years ago, down to the glittery purple gel pen and the types of doodles Danny had made as a kid and the things he said.

Danny learned one of his soulmates belonged to a group of detective vigilantes in a place called Gotham. Unfortunately he was spotted by the speedster and Danny had to bounce.

5. The Flash made reports to the Justice League about a meta teen who hes been having trouble with for a while and can't seem to pin down. He only asked for tips though as he "could handle it himself."

6. Danny leaves for Gotham and learned about Catwoman and Batmans weird Master Thief and Greatest Detective dynamic and decided that's what he wants to do. He was going to make his soulmate chase after him one way or another. Someone was going to want him even if they were wanting him behind bars.

He begins robbing bank vaults and museums, leaving no trace or clue as to what happened until he starts leaving a calling card of sorts.

7. Jason, who's been on the outs with his family lately meets this spunky white haired meta kid running around with a sci-fi mask/visor thing and giving supplies to homeless encampments and keeping the less fortunate alive and befriends him. He learns that this is the guy everyone has been searching for and just...tells no one. Jason is all for a Robin Hood vigilante, and really, its kinda funny to see his family squirm.

8. Phantom and Catwoman rob the same museum at the same time but for different things. They stare at eachother from where they're both still crouched from thier respective landings until Danny breaks the tension with "I didn't see you if you didn't see me?"

Catwoman laughs, amused. "Sure."

9. Danny finally narrowed down which of the batfam is his soulmate and introduced himself to them as Phantom.

The first thing Danny did was hit on Tim. Tim is flustered but otherwise doesn't really respond to it and tries to fight Phantom into submission, so of course Danny ghosts him by disappearing through a roof mid fight. Danny made a big show of his intangibility in that fight and made it seem like it was the only power he had but he was very skilled with it and he wanted to impress him.

10. Phantom becomes well known to the underbelly of Gotham. Mostly the homeless and nightworkers. But Danny was open and friendly. Never judging and always ready to lend a helping hand. Even better. He never came to collect on favors.

Over time, they became loyal to him.

11. Danny gets framed for a series of murders and the whole gang (minus Hood) are trying to capture him, thus, motorcycle chase scene. They use the white of his tires to tell when he's gone intangible due to all the dirt falling off the wheels. Nightwing jumps onto the bike and shocks Danny with his encrizma sticks right before Danny grits out "bye bye birdy~" and makes a big show of taking in a deep breath and holding it.

Nightwing is forced to jump off the bike as Danny runs through the concrete abutment of the overpass and coming out the other side

12. Danny meets Tim and Duke in his civilian form while he was at a Wayne tech conference. Danny had been asked about one of his inventions and was trying to show off the blueprints and explain things and thats why he was there in the first place. Duke of course, was internally screaming because that's the guy thats the guy they've been hunting for nearly a year but can find nothing on.

Red Robin confronts Phantom that night on a rooftop and Phantom laughs at him, "Thats why I was avoiding Signal for so long. He'd see my magical girl form and know instantly."

RR holds out a pair of handcuffs and says "Its over Danny." Phantom smirks and says, "I don't think it is, Tim" before jumping off onto a different roof and disappearing into the night. Tim is shook.

13. Danny over hears Robin berating RR at an old clocktower and intervenes, "Little Wayne, you do realize you were the first person I figured out, right?"

Damian proceeds to lose his mind.

14. Tim accidentally finds a material that Phantom can't phase through and quickly gets to work making things he can use against Danny. What he doesn't know is that Danny can phase through it he just pretended he couldn't because he wanted to see what would happen/what Tim would do.

Danny can sense the material and it feels really wierd to him, but doesn't harm him at all.

15. RR manages to knock Phantoms visor off his face and realizing it was made of tech he swipes it and brings it back to the cave for study.

He wasn't ready for all the information on the computer. Not only was his nemesis(?) from another plain of reality (he thinks Danny is from the ghost zone) but he was once a superhero with his own Rogues Gallery and human city to protect. Which begs the question, why did he become a Phantom thief?

16. The Joker hears about Phantom giving the bats the run around and comes to a misunderstanding about which bat he's been messing with which ultimately ends with Joker saying that he is Batmans ultimate nemesis and Phantom asking what that had to do with him? The misunderstanding is cleared up when Phantom complained about Joker even thinking that he was flirting with Batman because "Ew! He's an old man!"

Joker still got a few shots in for the heck of it but so did our ghost boy but they were no longer enemies.

17. The whole batfam had been freaking out about finally capturing Phantom and celebrating and plotting on how they were gonna get him to keep his mouth shut about thier identities until Jason came in,

Jason: Need help?

Phantom: Please?

Jason: *escapes with Danny*

Batfam: What?! No!!! Why?!

18. The batfam have only a vague idea of the Robin Hood thing going on. They know he's doing it just not to the extent its gone to. They find out later on that Phantom had been working with RH and his gang to sell off the items and most of the profits go to helping people. Other times he strait up gives jewelry and whatnot to children and working girls because "Everyone deserves something pretty, and even if its not your style you can keep it for a rainy day"

Phantom quickly gains a following and Danny doesn't even know about it. Clueless indeed.

19. Dannys main motivation in this is essentially just playing Cops and Robbers with Red Robin. Nothing else really matters to him. Not the robberies, not the fact he's working with a crime lord, not even his own safety matters much to him anymore. Hes readily zooming down the path of self destruction and Hood starts telling his family stuff, but only because he was genuinely worried about "Casper" crashing and burning.

20. No one knows why Phantom is fixated on Red Robin. He refuses to tell them. Red thinks its just because he's the smartest of the bats and he's not entirely wrong.

21. Danny legit started scheduling his heists with Tim to ensure they're both free after one couldn't make it too many times which blew the birds mind. Phantom must have been just that confident that he would always win. The bats eventually think Danny will stop stealing if RR isn't in the city for a long period of time. Danny more or less followed him and stole stuff from whatever city Tim was in. If there wasn't any museums or banks then Danny would steal a local landmark. Tim still wasn't sure how Phantom stole an entire building that one time but it had never been seen since.

22. Hood grows to be very protective of our favorite ghost boy. They bond and are actually really close. Danny admits he always wanted an older brother.

23. Tim goes off world for a while to see how Danny would react and Danny just...drops off the radar. No one knows where he is and after a week or two they start getting worried.

Tim returns after three months and Danny reappears two weeks after him with a tan and keepsakes from the places he visited on his vacation. Tim later screams into his pillow.

24. Tim has made it his personal mission to figure out who Danny really is, why he's fixated on him, where he came from, ect. Hes trying so hard but can't find anything. Its almost like he didn't exist before. Tim suddenly got an idea after Phantom accidentally got hit in the face and got a nosebleed. Tim saw green blood and immediately realized Danny might not even be human. Fortunately for our little ghost, he thinks he's an alien. A Martian specifically. Tim manages to snag a good sample from treating Phantoms wounds. Ghostboy was so focus on his core thrumming and mentally comparing it to his heart racing that he didn't even notice.

25. Tim later freaks out because the meta is freaking made out of Lazarus water.

The entire batfam was not happy to discover this and decided to work together to pressure Phantom into telling them what he was and what exactly he wanted.

[weirdassbothers]

Truth spell, except it’s with established late season samdean who already know and accept pretty much everything about eachother.

Dean confesses to wanting to lock Sam up and never let him see the outside world again, Sam doesn’t bat an eye, he learned that years ago.

Sam confesses that that he’s wanted to take a gun and shoot their dad multiple times in his life, that he’s gotten scarily close to it a few times. Does it hurt dean a little? Yeah, but he’s had a feeling for a while now.

Dean confesses to wanting to fuck a 14 year old Sam. Sam didn’t know it started when he was that young, and yeah it’s objectively a little creepy, but it doesn’t bother Sam in the slightest.

Sam confesses to being able to forgive anything dean does. He could do the most heinous, disgusting thing and Sam would make excuses for him. Dean didn’t know Sam felt like that, but it doesn’t really surprise him.

Sam confesses to wanting to cannibalize dean

Dean confesses to being kind of thankful that Jess died

Sam confesses to a seriously fucked up gun kink

Dean confesses to sleeping with sams crushes on purpose so Sam wouldn’t date anyone

Sam confesses to hurting himself while Dean was with girls so he would have to leave his date

And each time either they already know, accept and forgive it without hesitation, or just simply don’t care. They realize that their relationship is really messed up, but they also know it’s the best thing they have and that they’re not ever going to leave each other no matter what, so why get hung up on old stuff?

[your-local-zone-traveller]

Going through my stobotnik sketches

This one’s for my fic! (Chaotic AU: The Segaverse Zone) I just think it’s hilarious having several drones zipping down the highway following a random car that’s the kind of stuff you see and ignore because their mess does not have to be your mess

more under the cut:

This one is old I still have no idea what he’s saying and I’m not looking it up because I fear the truth

Dr stone cosplay-it was originally meant to be another Reverse AU fanart but really it could go either way

Robotnik is wearing the full e=mc2 formula because he’s a smartass and my favourite ship name (and my least favourite ship) geriatric olive is cosplaying Dr. Xeno and Stanley because it fits

the moustaches are weird because I somehow had to fit senku’s gravity defying leek hair and Xeno’s pompadour on two bald men.

The sillies

this probably would have been posted if I added more to it and didn’t call stone a generic guy because he’s not just a generic guy to me [-]

This one I may actually finish, hence why it’s at the bottom

Stobotnik cuddles are a fan favourite and also fun fact they’re holding hands

whether Robotnik is actually asleep here or just perched ontop of an immobile stone who knows

[geckosteak]

yes these are my three girlfriends and yes they smoke weed

[not-delusional-at-all]

Wrong Name pt. 5

MDNI 18+

Ghost x femreader

CW: cheating, stalking?

Links to pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

I think this is the last part and it's a pretty long one. Thank you all for your support and for reading. I really appreciate it 💖🫶

The rest of the day after you had somewhat accused your boyfriend of cheating was tense and awkward. You don't believe he's cheating, but he doesn't believe that your ex-boyfriend broke into his car and planted shit to start a fight between the two of you.

He doesn't believe Simon did it because there's no sign of a break in on his car. There's no pry marks or anything. He believes that you put stuff in his car and messed with the seat to do a Tiktok trend or something.

You brought up the point that you would have had your phone out to film if that were the case but he wasn't budging. That's his firm belief.

You haven't brought it up with him since that day because it would likely just start an argument. But you can't stop thinking about it.

Your brain keeps telling you to unblock Simon and talk to him about this because you know for sure that it was him and you're not about to let him or your boyfriend make you feel crazy.

You know it's probably not the wisest idea to unblock him and contact him but you don't think he's gonna stop at planting stuff in your boyfriend's car. You don't know what else he'll do but you don't want to find out.

After thinking about it for a few days after the incident with your boyfriend's car, you decided to unblock Simon.

There was so much but so little that you wanted to say to him. The very thought of speaking with him pissed you off- maybe it's because you're still rightfully upset that he cheated on you and you had to find out during sex.

You sent just a simple text. You stated who you were and told him to call you. It felt like an eternity before he read the text but it was only about ten minutes.

After the text showed that it was read, you almost immediately got a call from him. You let it ring for a few seconds before answering it because you weren't sure you wanted to answer it.

"Simon" you spoke into the phone. You didn't feel like he deserved the courtesy of a 'hello'. The line remained silent for a few moments before either one of you spoke up.

"We need to talk" you told him. You heard him sigh from his side of the call.

"Alright, love-" he replied.

"Do not call me that" you cut him off. You're not going to let him manipulate you with pet names and terms of endearment.

"Okay... What is it you want to talk about?" He asked, sounding a little irritated that you're coming at him with an attitude and he's barely said a word.

"I think this is a conversation best had in person" you told him. Simon didn't know what you wanted to talk about but he couldn't help but jump up and down with glee in his head.

"Alright, are you free now?" He asked.

"Yeah... I am" you replied.

"Can we meet at our old spot?" He asked. He was talking about the restaurant you two would go to weekly on your date nights. It wasn't anywhere fancy but the food is delicious.

"Yeah, sure. Meet me there in like twenty minutes" you told him before hanging up.

You didn't know if you should tell your boyfriend about this meeting but regardless, you're going and you're not telling him until after if you do end up telling him.

You got to the restaurant and waited impatiently. He showed up to the restaurant right at the agreed upon time. Not a second late.

"Simon" you spoke. He was smiling. You wanted to smack it off of his face.

"You look beautiful" he spoke. You held back an eye roll.

"Don't." You stated, making it clear that you don't want his compliments. He sat down across from you. The air around you was tense and you wanted nothing more than to yell at him and go off on him but you're in public and you're not about to make a scene.

"Why did you want to meet?" He asked. He was hoping that you were wanting to reconcile but that's the last thing you want to do with him.

"Why did you break into my boyfriend's car?" You asked, cutting straight to the chase. You wanted to get this over with, you didn't feel like beating around the bush at all.

"That's a bold accusation, love" he chuckled. 'fuck' he thought to himself 'she's figured it out'.

"Answer the question, Simon" you insisted. He remained silent for a moment to try to dig himself out of this.

"What would make you think that I would do such a thing?" He asked. Even though his face was showing no emotion, you could still see the mild panic in his eyes. You could see that he was trying to find ways to get you off of his trail.

"Quit deflecting. Answer the question." You insisted again. He bit his lip as he searched for another excuse.

"Simon, I know it was you that planted hair ties and the tube of lipgloss that I lost at your place a year or two ago. Fess up or I'm going to force it out of you" you told him, breaking the silence. You didn't know how you would force it from him, you hadn't thought that far. For some reason you thought he was gonna immediately say that it was him and that was that.

"I don't know what you're talking 'bout. Maybe your boyfriend is cheating on you" he shrugged. You rolled your eyes.

"Simon, I'm going to ask you one more time. Why did you break into my boyfriend's car? I know it was you. If you don't admit it, I will make your life a living hell" you asked, your jaw was clenched and you were getting more and more pissed off with every second that passed.

"Already living in hell, love" he smirked. You saw red when you saw his smirk. You wanted to slap it off of his stupid face.

"Simon, answer the fucking question!" You continued to press, raising your voice which earned a few stares from other patrons. Simon knew you were gonna end up causing a scene and getting them kicked out if he kept stalling and deflecting.

"Lower your voice. Yes, I did break into your... Boyfriend's car" he spoke quietly. It almost seemed like it pained him to refer to your boyfriend as your boyfriend.

"Why?" You questioned. You wanted to know what the fuck was going through his head. You wanted to know how he knew what car your boyfriend drove and where to find it. There were so many things you wanted to know.

"Wanted you to break up with him" he shrugged. He spoke so nonchalantly as if it was a normal thing to do, as if this was just something he did on a regular basis.

"What the fuck?" Was all you could say. You thought that since he was quiet, he was living his own life and not sticking his nose into other people's business.

"Had to get you back somehow. Needed you to break up with him 'fore you got all attached to him" he explained. Your eye twitched. It took everything within you not to blow up.

"Simon, I'm only going to tell you this once. There is no more us. There will never be an us again. You screwed that up when you cheated on me. I don't want you anymore. I don't love you anymore. You need to move on and live your life. If I find out that you're trying to sabotage my relationship again, I will contact the police and report you for harassment" you told him, your voice dangerously low.

"Fine." He huffed.

"Good." You said, getting up and leaving him at the table. You didn't want to see his face for any longer than you needed to. You're so disgusted and shocked that he would do something like this.

He knew you would make good on your promise if he kept on trying to destroy your relationship. He's not afraid of the police or a little restraining order or even jail.

He was afraid of this coming back to Price. His team had no clue he had a girlfriend let alone one that he cheated on. He didn't want his military career destroyed over this.

His heart was shattered but he was still holding out hope that maybe you'll change your mind one day. He fucked up the one good thing he had in his life and he's almost certain he's never gonna get it back.

Taglist: @beautifuleaglealpaca @skeletonsucker

[moralleets]

[morallee] MASSIVE UPDATE (new thumbnails, fixes, new cc, etc.)

I worked on this update for straight up months, because of the amount of cc I made so far (it's more than a 100 cc pieces in one year!) and I really hope that the waiting time was worth it!

⚠️ IMPORTANT ⚠️

please I BEG YOU delete all of the old files of mine! like, every single one of them. if you have both the new and the old versions 1. your cas will look AWFUL like a freaking mess, all thumbnail being different and stuff 2. it might will cause issues with how some things show up and work.

and when I say DELETE I actually mean DELETE, do not just replace the files (they won't actually replace anyway btw)

LIST OF FIXES AND CHANGES:

all of the files are renamed. every single one of them. that's the reason you won't actually be able to just "replace" the old files :P

all of my cc is now compatible with @sejianismodding's CAS Filters Mod! you can just tick my nickname in the search bar in CAS in filters and only my cc will show up! it works in every CAS category where there's a filter bar. all my new cc will also be compatible with this mod.

new thumbnails for all past supported cc and new from now on! I will also try to come up with new preview design ideas — to match the thumbnails. also, it's worth noting that some thumbnails presented in this post in the previews are not the ones that I actually kept (might've changed the titles, pics etc)

all of the files were updated, either textures improved, maps/tags/LODs fixed or swatches added; no more inappropriate/missing categories for my cc! yay. also — fixed all of the items that should've been disabled for random but weren't. most hairstyles were fixed and are no more inappropriately morphing, missing hat chops/LODs added! the only hairstyle that still does not have hat chops at all it's Ozzie's.

if you want some specific examples of the work I've done, here you go:

Angel Dust Suit — I added the little heart-shaped button on the back that I only noticed on his suit after I initially released his CC.

Lucifer Hair (all variants) — they were all deforming weirdly in the ear area — I fixed that. I also changed the hat chops for the hat-specific variants to work with future stuff that I'll release. The textures were HQ, but also not really, so I compressed them back to 1024x2048 and their files weight half of what they were before.

Vaggie Pilot Dress — the weights and uv_1 were really AWFUL on this one and it had a lot of gaps in between some parts of the mesh, which I fixed.

Vox TV Head, Pointy Demon Feet, Cherri Bomb Hair and probably some other items — all of those did not have other LODs, so if you ever experienced cc suddenly changing when scrolling out OR if you're playing on low graphics and in the gameplay these items were not showing up correctly IT'S PURELY MY FAULT and they will show up normally now!

okay I probably can go back to listing less specific changes I made!

some scars/body details are now available in more than one category (tattoos, body skin details, body scars etc.)

tattoos fixed and now work with the new business and hobbies categories system and work with the tattoo layers!

new versions of some old cc pieces! Lucifer Coat and Lucifer Vest got new versions with better bow ties, Alastor Coat now also comes in two versions< the second one being with torn a overcoat Blitzo's Coat got an Asmodean Crystal Version! Charlie Suit now comes as a full-body piece too!

all default eye colours are now close to each other in the swatch tab, and not randomly thrown somewhere in between other swatches as it was before due to me not understanding how DisplayIndex works for eye swatches

some meshes edited to have less polygons/cleaner uv_1 (morph) maps or to fix weight issues. all cc from now on also won't have any of those issues because now I know how it can be fixed easily!

A LOT of the previous hairstyles RETEXTURED with several options and are now compatible with @raccoonium's splits, racoon tails, ombres and roots!

those hairstyles being:

Charlie Hair, Lucifer Hair and Lilith Hair – two new options each, Split and Strands. Strands gives the same look as the Original versions do, but yeah, they're overlay-compatible!

Millie Hair – Split version

Angel Dust Hair – Strands version

NEW HAIRSTYLE Verosika Hair – has 4 options/versions, the Original one, the Original + Extra Strands, the Bangs and the Split.

some hairstyles now have indicators on their thumbnails, if they're the "extra strands" version of a hairstyle (the little XST box) or if they're not compatible with hats (the crossed baseball hat)

modified DisplayIndex numbers! now in CAS all of the items I make will be automatically sorted by fandoms AND by characters. it's probably not that noticeable right now, but as time goes and I'll make more outfits for all of the characters it'll become more clear and useful!

you can find the whole list of DisplayIndex numbers here:

LINK TO GOOGLE DOCS FILE: DISPLAYINDEX NUMBERS SHEET (FOR REFERENCE PURPOSES ONLY)

DOWNLOAD

INDIVIDUALLY (SFS)

Hazbin Hotel CC

Helluva Boss CC

Miscellaneous CC

ALL FILES AT ONCE (files by character)

(PATREON, PATRONS ONLY)

CLICK HERE

a little disclaimer (yes, after the actual deed)

I do feel a bit weird/bad/guilty about paywalling merged files, but I do put a lot of time and effort into making this stuff... so it's kind of fair if you spend time/effort downloading it too or donate? I really hope you get my point of view and don't think I'm a greedy bastard... (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）

I also created a first-month-discount for all new patrons in honor of this update so yeahhhh c:

I'm really grateful for any kind of your support tho, financial or just... just being here? I really, really appreciate that. I'm glad to be part of this community and have such wonderful people following me and waiting patiently for new thing I make.

! ! NEW CC ! !

(yes, these are available on SFS and Patreon both as separate files and merged for patrons as always!!)

• [morallee] Verosika Hair

ORIGINAL POST — DOWNLOAD

• [morallee] Angel Dust High Heel Boots

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• [morallee] Husker Wings

ORIGINAL POST — DOWNLOAD

• [morallee] Husker 3D Fully Animated Eyebrows

ORIGINAL POST — DOWNLOAD

• [morallee] Vox Gills + Trans Masc Version Swatches

tumblr please don't content label this post these are male boobs okay there's nothing sexual or suggestive about this post tumblr please 😭

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• [morallee] Blitzø Harvest Moon Festival Outfit REMADE

ORIGINAL POST — DOWNLOAD

AND NOW WE NEED TO TALK

under the cut ofc

I started creating CC for a few reasons — first off, I wanted to see my favorite characters in my favorite game. Naturally, that led to me messing around and figuring out how to actually make that happen. Second, I wanted to express my creativity through 3D modeling, texture painting, and character creation, especially since I felt like my general art skills weren’t quite enough to fully bring my ideas to life.

It’s been over a year now since I started this blog, and I’ve made more than 100 pieces of CC — clothes, hairstyles, accessories, and a bunch more. Every single time I see people mention me in CC creators spreadsheets or literally just tagged I feel so damn good. I feel seen, I feel helpful, I feel important. I’m genuinely so proud of everything I’ve done and I’m incredibly thankful to everyone who stuck around and supported me through it all, even when I took breaks or didn’t always meet everyone’s expectations.

I’M NOT SAYING I’M QUITTING

�� if that’s what you’re worried about.

But honestly? Holy fuck, I’m exhausted. Like, really tired. I took on way too much responsibility and didn’t even realize it until recently. I pushed so hard for so long that I kinda burned myself out without noticing.

Maybe it’s the fatigue after this whole update thing that's talking. Maybe it’s something else. I’m not sure.

What I am sure about is how much progress I’ve made in my art journey. Making Sims 4 CC has helped me grow SO much — working in both 2D and 3D gave me a crazy boost in skill and confidence. For the first time in years, I feel good about my art. I’m making stuff I actually love. I’m even selling my fan merch — that’s a dream come true for me!

Creating Sims 4 CC became such a big part of my life. There were days where it was all I could think about — turning on my computer and diving into it. It’s fun, it’s exhausting, and I still love it. Right now... I just need some time. To explore more aspects of what I can/want to do, perhaps.

I’ll still be making CC, but I don’t want to make promises or commit to anything 100%. I want this to stay fun. I hate that my hobby became something so stressful that it’s hard to even go back to it. I want to make CC because I feel inspired, not because I said I would. And I also want to just... y’know, work on other fandoms too, shitpost with my sims, share random screenshots, play dynasties — be a regular simblr, too.

Thanks so much for reading this. I hope it makes sense. I’m not great with words when I need to be sincere (honestly, I'm just not great with words at all), but I really needed to get this off my chest. I’m so grateful to everyone who’s been supporting me, and to anyone who still chooses to stick around even if I can’t promise anything right now. I really hope I’m not letting anyone down by slowing things down or taking other paths, but if I am — I’m truly sorry ):

If you’re interested in my other projects, feel free to check out my linktree — I do art and write and sell stuff, it's fun.

Again, thank you from the bottom of my heart, lovies. xoxo

[may-cii]

Wild horses

Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I'm backkkk I hope you guys like this I'm trying to start writing more freaky stuff and just put more effort into writing sooo here's this and please leave requests for whatever honestly

word count: 2,775

Warnings: sexual content, dom! Joel, oral (fem and male receiving) unprotected sex and more I can't think of

The gravel crunches underneath your white boots as you step out of your little truck. The smell of fresh air mixed with ranch musk hits your nostrils, and you take a deep breath, savoring the earthy scent. Your eyes shift to the barn, its weathered wood and sagging roof making you sigh. "Don't worry, darlin', it's not as bad as it looks," a voice drawls from behind you.

You turn to see a man walking towards you, his boots kicking up dust as he moves. He tips his hat and winks, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face. Your lips crinkle into a nervous smile, and you feel a blush poking at your cheeks. The man stops in front of you and holds his hand out for you to shake. Your fingers grip his hand, and you feel a jolt of warmth emitting from his fingers, sending a shiver up your spine.

"What's your name, darlin'?" he asks, his stare flickering between your eyes and lips. You feel a flutter in your stomach at the intensity of his gaze.

"My name's y/n," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You notice the way he looks at you, his eyes roaming over your face, and you clamp your fingers together behind your back, trying to ease your nervousness.

"Cute name for a cute girl, huh?" he says, smirking, making you let out a subtle giggle.

"I guess," you reply, your smile staying on your face as you let your fingers unclamp.

"What's your name?" you ask, instinctively shifting a little closer to him. He smiles at your action, doing the same.

"Name's Joel. Let me show you around, sweetie," he says, standing up straight and placing his hand on the small of your back to guide you up next to him.

The barn is more messed up on the outside than the inside, but Joel assures you that he'll be helping you fix it up. He pushes the door open, and you both step inside. There are piles of hay stacked against the walls and scattered all over the floor. The walls are dirty and dusty, and the air is thick with the scent of hay and manure.

Joel describes how you'll need to remove the old bedding from the stalls, then sweep, scrub, and wash the inside and outside. He shows you what to do before he starts cleaning up the old bedding. You slip off your jacket and set it on a haystack, uncovering your white fitted tank top. His eyes roam over you for a second too long, and you feel a flush creep up your neck.

You walk over to Joel and start helping him discard the bedding. "So why'd you hire me?" you ask, glancing over at him.

"Mm, well, you're cute and seemed like you needed work," he says, kneeling next to you and taking the scrap from your hands, your fingers brushing. You let out a nervous laugh.

"Thank you," you smile, maybe working on a ranch every day with an old man wouldn't be so bad.

"You're welcome, darlin'," he replies, and you guys work and chat for a while, the conversation flowing.

About an hour later, Joel fixes you guys sandwiches. Now, you're sitting at a bench outside the barn, chewing quietly. "I'm still trying to figure out why a cutie like you applied for a job like this," he says, cracking open a beer and handing you one, his fingers skimming over yours, causing your stomach to twist.

You smile at him. "It was the only job I could get," you laugh and take a sip of the drink. "But it's pretty fun, and you're not too bad company," you shrug, your lips curving into a small playful smile.

"Oh really?" he says, his chuckle light and teasing as he leans in just a little. "Not too bad?" he repeats, tilting his head with a smug grin. "And what's it take to be great company?" His tone dips just enough to be suggestive, and your throat clenches, heat filling your cheeks.

"I don't know, you're doing good," you say, slightly turning your head away from him and brushing your hair behind your ear, attempting to hide the effect he has on you.

"I'm sure I can do better," he says, holding a hand out to help you up, not letting go, gripping your hand lightly. He leads you into the barn. "You'll start hosing the walls and scrubbing them," he says, unraveling the hose and handing it to you.

"I'm gonna move this," he starts grabbing a stack of hay, and your eyes lock on the way his sleeves strain slightly, his muscles pressing against the fabric of his t-shirt.

"You gonna start working, darlin', or you gonna stare at me all day?" he chuckles and sets down the hay, his eyes staying on you the whole time. Your eyes widen.

"I'm gonna start working," you stumble over your words a little before starting to spray the walls of the barn. You wash down one wall before turning around to look at Joel, letting your intrusive thoughts win. You put your thumb over the hose and spray him for a second, wetting the front of his body. His shirt clings to his skin, tracing his abs. He immediately looks up at you, his eyebrow raised.

A giggle escapes your lips as you see the shocked expression on his face. "Oops, sorry about that," you say, trying to hold back your laughter.

He comes over to you and grabs the hose. "Let me show you how to use this, baby," he chuckles, causing your core to clench. But that doesn't last for long. He grabs the hose and sprays you back, only longer, getting you soaking wet as you try to shield yourself.

"Ok! Ok, stop!" you try yelling through your giggles. He drops the hose and turns it off. Your hands ring out your shirt, and you notice your red bra peeking through the fabric.

"Gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," Joel's voice drops a little as he walks towards you. Your eyes snap up to meet his just as he stops a few inches before you. Your eyes scan over his lips and scruff beard.

"Want a kiss?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours. Your cheeks flush as you nod slightly, lowering your head.

"Use your words, baby," his tone turns firm but still sweet. You adjust your legs together, trying to relieve the ache between them.

"C-can I please have a kiss?" you say, your voice small, almost a whimper. He gently grips your chin before he places his lips to yours, moving them together gently but quickly. His hands move to grip your hips, and your lips disconnect as he lifts you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

"Why don't we take another break, darlin'?" A crooked smirk tugs at his lips before you nod. He sits down on a block of hay, setting you in his lap, your legs sat on either side of him. You hesitantly press your lips against his, your hands gliding gently to the back of his neck, your fingers weaving through his hair. His tongue slides over yours and into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

His hands move down your waist to cup your cheeks, giving them a light squeeze. You let a little moan slip before pulling back. "Maybe we shouldn't do this here," you say, looking around the barn.

"If you want, we can stop, but no one's gonna catch us out here, baby," he chuckles lightly.

"No, I want to," you reply quickly, earning a smirk out of him.

"Well then, let's get these off," he says, pulling your top over your head and tossing it to the side. His hands work to discard your shorts, throwing them along with your shirt. His eyes scan over your body, landing on your breasts. He cups them before kissing and leaving bite marks all over them. You whimper, and your grip on his hair tightens, forcing a small groan out of him.

"So sweet," he mutters, giving your breast one last kiss. He stands up and pushes you down before wrapping his arms around your thighs and moving his head over your heat. You gasp as his breath hits your folds. His finger runs through your slick before rubbing circles around your clit.

"All this for me?" he coos before removing his fingers and placing a kiss where his fingers were. "Joel," you mewl back, arching.

"What's the magic word, baby?" he clicks his tongue, placing a few more kisses to your clit.

"P-please, please," you beg, your legs widening for him.

"Mm, good girl," he praises before he runs his tongue through your folds. He sucks on your clit roughly, earning a string of whimpers and moans from you. He runs a finger over your entrance before pushing a finger in gently. You bite your lip as a soft moan almost escapes you.

Joel lifts his head up. "Don't do that," he furrows his eyebrows while shaking his head lightly. "I wanna hear your pretty noises," his hands move, gripping underneath your thigh to hold your legs up. He turns his attention back to you, your hips jerking every time his tongue runs over your needy clit. He pushes his tongue into you, slow and deliberate. A pleased moan comes out as your back arches, and your hands try to grip onto his shoulders.

"Mm, s'good," you whimper. His fingers find your clit before he pinches it, then starts rubbing it.

"I'm gonna cum," you barely manage to speak, mewls and moans escaping. But Joel pulls away.

"Not until I say so, baby," he stands up and sets you sitting up. Your eyes meet his hands, gripping around the hem of his shirt. He pulls his shirt off, and your fingers immediately go to feel his toned stomach. Your hands stop at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling his belt off.

"Y'wanna suck it, baby?" he asks, dropping his pants and kicking them off to the side. He grips your chin and places a slow but short kiss to your lips before pulling his underwear down, letting his cock hit his stomach, precum leaking from the tip. You let out a whimper as you press your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache.

"I guess that's a yes," he grunts as he takes his length in one hand, giving it a few soft strokes. He grips your chin with the other hand and presses his tip against your lips, letting his precum coat your lips. You spread your lips around him, letting his cock slowly sink into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat for a second before he pulls back a little and starts thrusting in and out of your mouth. He lets out a strained breath, his hands wrapping into your hair. You try to take him fully without gagging, slowly shoving him into your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, tears pricking at your eyes.

"S'good for me, baby," he groans, his eyes squeezing shut and his head falling back. Drool drips from your chin as you pull back and gag a little. You grip the base and give his tip a little kiss and lick before he lifts you off the stack of hay. Your arms wrap around him, your fingers resting in his hair while you bury your face into his neck.

"Y'want me to fill you up, pretty girl?" you whimper into his neck. He grips your ass, bringing you down, his tip slowly pushing into you.

"S'bad, I need it, daddy," you whimper as you clench around his tip, making him let out a breathy grunt.

"Mhm, I know, baby," he says before bringing you down, your walls stretching around him as he stuffs his cock fully into you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

"F-fuck," you squeal, overwhelmed from the pleasure and pain. Joel places a hard smack to your ass, forcing a yelp out of you.

"Don't talk like that," he says sternly, his lips hovering over your ear. "M'sorry, daddy," you pout, his tone making you clench around him. You try to move your hips up and down. Joel lets out a little chuckle at your struggle.

"Let me help, baby," he grabs your hips and pulls his cock out almost completely, leaving the tip in. Your eyes shut as your head falls back.

"Look at me," he demands. "I want to see you," his voice softens as your head comes back forward, your eyes opening to meet his before he plunges his cock into you. Your jaw drops as a loud moan leaves you, your eyes threatening to shut but don't. He continues to bounce you up and down on him, filling you up more with each thrust.

"Such a good girl," he praises, earning a moan out of you. Grunting with each thrust, his lips move to connect to your neck. He takes his time placing wet kisses up to your jawline before connecting his lips to yours, your moans becoming hums. He slides his tongue into your mouth, and you copy him, doing the same. Your mind immediately goes blank when his tip hits your sweet spot.

"R-right there, daddy," you barely get out the words before your jaw drops open, drool spilling from your bottom lip. Joel hits your sweet spot with every thrust. You feel the knot in your stomach building up with each thrust.

"I'm close," you murmur, placing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Can I please?" you give him pleading eyes before he thrusts into you, hitting your sweet spot again. Your eyes shut, and a croaked moan leaves you as "Can you what, baby?" Joel teases while speeding up his pace, his grunts and groans becoming more consistent, signaling his own orgasm.

"C-can I cum, daddy?" your hands grip onto his hair, both of your noises getting louder with each thrust. Joel speeds up, pounding into you as hard as he can.

"Mhm, come for me, pretty girl," his grip on your cheeks tightens as he pounds into you. The knot in your stomach immediately snaps as you moan loudly. Joel's cock twitches, his head falling back and a loud groan spilling from him before he shoots his cum into you. His thrusts get sloppier as you clench around him, forcing some of his cum to slip out of you. He slows his thrusts and watches as you make a mess on his cock. He pulls out and places a kiss on your lips.

"Let's clean you up," he coos, setting you down while his hands stay at your hips to help you balance. You find your balance, and he grabs your clothes, handing them to you before putting on his own. He makes his way back over to you.

"Thank you," you smile shyly, a little embarrassed that you were so exposed to him just now.

"You're welcome. Don't be embarrassed, baby," he places his hand on your cheek and runs his thumb over your bottom lip before placing a kiss to them. "You'll be back tomorrow, right?" he asks, his hand resting on your waist.

"Yeah," a smile creeps onto your face, and you let out a giggle. You're probably going to keep this job.

On ao3 here

[sammki]

i'm gonna add my two cents for the zero people that asked

also i never write up posts like this so be nice to me. or don't. i'm not your mom

i love eddie as a character. i love messy characters, i love messy relationships, i love conflict and drama and flaws and shades of grey. i'm of the opinion that just about anything can make for a good story in the hands of a skilled enough writer. everyone being fluffy and getting along always and agreeing with each other can make a good story.

but that's not what 911 is about.

i'm absolutely due for a rewatch, but ever since eddie's introduction he's been a guy trying to make the best of a bad situation, but can get in over his head with the decisions he makes. he struggled with chris's schooling/care situation at the beginning, and it was after buck introduced him to carla that progress was made on that front.

his grief over shannon's death leads to the street fighting arc in season 3, where it takes almost killing a guy to snap him out of it. his treatment of buck during the lawsuit arc is an extension of this turmoil. bottling up his emotions after this, and the shooting, leads to his breakdown in season 5 that scares christopher enough that the kid calls buck in for help. his unresolved issues lead to the kim fiasco, which results in chris moving back to his grandparents. he follows chris to el paso to rebuild their relationship--yay! (ignoring the lack of addressing the kim of it all) ...but because he's there, he misses bobby's death, and the guilt and the grief of it all causes him to lash out again.

is this healthy behaviour? not really! should he probably go to therapy and maybe address some of this? everyone on this show needs to go to therapy! and maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but this mess is what makes eddie interesting to me.

stepping back for a moment, i've also seen people bring up that eddie is far from the only character to physically lash out at anyone--buck, bobby, chimney, they've all done it in the past. how was eddie putting hands on buck any different from bobby pinning him to the wall in season 1? what about buck spraining eddie's ankle due to his jealousy over the whole tommy situation?

chimney punching buck--i only recently started watching (within the last year) so i wasn't around in the aftermath of that punch, but i do see some of that bashing floating around. i'm not gonna say racism has nothing to do with it. i'm white. it's not my place to say what does and doesn't count as racism. others have and are able to put it much better than i ever will, but i didn't want to say any of this without at least acknowledging it.

the difference between eddie last night and these other physical altercations? the narrative frames the others as in the wrong.

bobby's actions are not depicted as in the right because buck was snooping through his stuff. sure, buck shouldn't be snooping, but that very same episode ends with him and hen performing a welfare check on bobby after he's fallen off the wagon. bobby is deep in his suicidal self-hatred spiral. even the score throws in a little dramatic sting here. there's reasoning behind his actions, but they're not reasonable.

chimney's punch is less in-your-face since the apology happens offscreen, but the narrative makes sure to throw in a line that there was an apology. he's at the height of this great emotional maelstrom--maddie's left him with their months-old daughter, who he's just found out had to go to the er after the incident in the bath--and he's just found out that buck's been keeping important information from him. sure, jee was fine and it was an accident, but as her father he certainly had a right to know. nonetheless, lashing out physically is presented as wrong, even if only as an afterthought with a throwaway line. there's reasoning behind his actions, but they're not reasonable.

after buck checks eddie and sprains his ankle, he spirals in his guilt. he let his jealousy get the best of him, and he maimed his best friend. bad behaviour, and it's all on buck. he says as much! in both his conversation with maddie, and with tommy at the end of the episode, he owns up to his actions! we don't see him apologise to eddie onscreen, but he's pushed to do so and i get the implication that he does call and clear the air. there's reasoning behind his actions, but they're not reasonable.

*beats that last sentence in with a hammer* see what i'm trying to get at here?

with eddie, his actions are born out of his immense guilt and grief at not being able to do anything when bobby was dying. earlier in the season, he snapped after buck told the rest of the team about eddie's plan to move back to el paso, which eddie was not comfortable sharing yet (again, putting aside whether the secret-keeping was smart, to eddie, buck still betrayed his trust by telling everyone while he's dealing with the stress of trying to find a subletter)

but... does he really apologise for either of these? in the first fight, they're interrupted by bobby hen and chim showing up at the front door and taking him out for a goodbye celebration. in the second he flies christopher in from texas as a surprise visit with tia pepa with an offhanded "heard some dick was being mean to you"

chris was the apology? eddie took responsibility? he doesn't even say i was a dick. he distances himself and throws chris and pepa at buck as a diversion. only one diaz actually said i'm sorry in that scene and it wasn't eddie.

i just. this whole thing could play out exactly the same and it'd sit so much easier with me if i knew there'd for sure be some form of payout at the end of it all. if you have two characters that are supposed to be best friends and one of them has buck's insecurities, then having the other go for the jugular in fights like that can't be fixed with a simple "aw someone was mean to you :(" and throwing a kid at him.

and backing buck into a corner, getting his face, putting hands on him? call it abuse or don't, but in what world is it at all okay to put hands on someone like that, in such an emotionally charged moment? i don't buy the argument that buck and eddie's friendship is Like That, or even that some irl friendships are. someone putting their hands on another in the middle of a heated disagreement is NOT RIGHT and the number of people i've seen calling it "romantic" is. concerning.

write him flawed. write him angry. write him aggressive. but for the love of god stand behind what you're putting on the screen.

[sanesaviour]

I made some random sketches and wanted to do something more artsy so I ended up with this

messy post-venom Harry Osborn>>>

I think he would wear leather jackets with real fur like that, I don’t even know what aesthetic is that but I kinda like it lol… lot of people say that Ava would be the one wearing fur jackets and stuff but be for real- only one who would have money for that kind of shit (and is not vegan- sorry Danny) is Harry…

as you can see I had so much fun with those black inky lines, I tried to capture his aura through this,… I think post venom Harry is very cheeky and overly edgy, he tries to push people away from him, even his old friends MJ and Peter who are worried about him… in nutshell he is hot mess

when I was making this idk why but I had in mind that the one asking Harry if he is good is Flash lol, idk why but I liked the idea him and Harry getting along well even tho Peter and Flash are enemies (at least at first)… they wouldn’t be exactly friends but since they are both pretty popular at school (and both probably loves to party) they wouldn’t mind being around each other very much… (bc of this I started working on flash redesign? my version of him? idk what to call it)

…

also Danny and Ava are there too lol

[wanderingapathy]

Headcanon that before the group got together, each ninja had a fear of each other’s element.

This is some old stuff I found in my notes app, but here’s the list of their fears

Kai: Water

Cole: The Incomprehensible (Lloyd’s power)

Zane: Lightning

Jay: Earth

Nya: Fire

Lloyd: Ice

I also found the reasoning for each one too, I altered a few things form the original version though

Kai: His fear of water is shown in the show as he doesn’t know have to swim. Self explanatory, but let’s also just say that as a kid he had the same fear and when he used to see Nya swimming he’d get super anxious for her. Perhaps also the innate uncontrollability of water made him uncomfortable because he could always put a fire out but how quickly could he drain water? I think also the difficulty tied to swimming also makes him feel like he had less control and therefore enhances the fear.

Cole: Fear of the incomprehensible is primarily because I don’t think he’d have very many feats of physical things. He was shown to free-climb mountains without any gear and honestly a lot of the fears at he develops in the show are based primarily on issues with himself (especially when he was a ghost). The fear of being forgotten is also pretty major at some point too. All of these are more so concepts, and I think it’s fitting if he’s afraid of something he can’t understand, such as Lloyd’s strange and seemingly ever-growing powers.

Zane: His fear of Lightning wasn’t due to any event he had experienced, but rather just some instinct that made him cautious of electricity. Since he didn’t know about being a robot before joining the team, he’d have no clue that lightning could potentially mess with him on a degree very different to a human. So he never knew why he had this fear, but it was still prevalent.

Jay: I feel like Jay was almost much more interested in the air and sky. He grew up in a junkyard in the middle of an empty desert so I really doubt he had anything other to look at. Plus lightning being is the sky during storms. Also he has so many themes tied to the sky (his makeshift wings, his vehicles tending to be jets/planes, etc). The reason why I bring this up his because I don’t think he ever saw how big mountains could get—or when he did it was briefly—so perhaps he has some form of fear in regards to how towering they are and how they’re so different from the consistency of the sky and desert.

Nya: Now originally I had Lloyd being afraid of fire, but I switched it around for specific reasons. Nya was afraid of ice because it was so much more rigid and intimidating than the flowiness of water. Now that I have her afraid of fire, I think it’d be more based that lack of control. It parallels with Kai’s fear, both of them finding that the opposing element is difficult and impossible to control in some way or another. For Nya, fire scared her because one ember or spark was enough to burn down homes or villages, that an uncontrolled fire is almost impossible to put out even with plenty of water.

Lloyd: Now his fear of ice is mainly tied to the Cole. Ice meant cold, snow, blizzards, winter, etc. I don’t think that he actually stayed in Darkleys the entire time he was schooled there. I feel like Lloyd would’ve ran away multiple times, only to come back when harsh conditions struck. And when it came to him being kicked out, he didn’t actual have somewhere to come back to. He was left out in the cold, subjected to whatever weather was currently happening. Not to mention the first interaction he had with Serpentine was in a cold, icy environment.

Of course, I don’t think they’d show their fears around each other or perhaps they had already outgrow their fears before the team was created, but it does offer for some interesting headcanons and story material. It can also be a nice thing to, with them overcoming their fears because they grew fond of the person who has control of the element.

[machrealgirl]

YES.

yelena quietly takes all of nat's old stuff to her room, and nobody questions her. after a while, she gets comfortable enough to wear it on missions as a sign of respect, so that her sister can always fight alongside her.

they lightly, respectfully mess around with steve's stuff, until ava gives john one of his old daggers and he freaks out, dropping it and whispering something about how he didn't do anything wrong. they never really talk about it after it's over, but bucky takes the rest of steve's stuff to his room and never shows it to john.

but the rest of the stuff? free game. alexei "inherits" most of thor's outfits.

you guys are delivering on the 2012 avengers vibes so hard with all these thunderbolts headcanons i'm seeing. we all already agree that alexei constantly tells stories that are like 80% bullshit, but everybody listens. ava phases through walls to scare the shit out of the others for fun. here, i'll throw my hat into the ring. the team finds old avengers weapons in the training halls, and john and yelena immediately take up trying to figure out what the fuck any of them were used for. they give them silly names and everything.

[jelzorz]

211.

Mother's Day is always hard for Soren. It's not, like, a feast day or a public holiday or anything, so there's no requirement to observe or celebrate it, but everyone else does and that's kind of the problem. The flower merchants go all out and the taverns are full and the river is packed with families; the castle is merry, and Barius makes extra jelly tarts for the moms on the staff; Callum and Ez and usually Rayla head out to the Valley of the Graves to catch up with Queen Sarai.

It's sweet. The moms deserve it. He doesn't begrudge anyone for it.

There's just nowhere he can go to get away.

This year is the same. He's older now and the wound is not so sharp, but it's still lonely. In the old days, he and Claudia would sneak into the kitchens so they could miss their mother together over her favourite flavour of jelly tart (marmalade), but Claudia isn't here and she hasn't been for years. It's just him again, missing someone who clearly doesn't miss him, who might be dead or alive but he wouldn't know because she never even wrote.

Soren pours himself a drink and takes a swig.

"Weird thing to be doing on Mother's Day but okay."

Soren blinks. Then he glances up and catches Rayla watching him from the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" he asks. "Shouldn't you be with Callum and Ez this morning?"

She grimaces. "I wasn't up for it this year," she says.

Soren twitches his lips. Her relationship with her mother was a bit awkward too. He knows she shares the feeling of being left behind. Of being the choice not made. He reaches for another glass. "Want a drink?"

"Ah, no." Rayla flushes a little. "I don't think I'm up for that either."

Soren raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Care to tell me what's going on?"

She doesn't answer. A pause stretches between them, one that borders on awkward until Rayla sucks in a breath and crosses the kitchen to take a mug from the far cupboard. "Where does Barius keep all the tea?"

Soren frowns at her. "Who are you?"

"I didn't want to ask Opeli because—gods, I don't think I can have that conversation with her right now—"

"What conversation? What's happening here?"

Rayla slams the mug down against the kitchen bench with a little more force than she means. Soren stares at her, confused, until finally—

"I'm pregnant."

Another pause. Soren blinks stupidly and closes his mouth. "Congratulations?"

She scowls at him. "Don't even," she snaps. "This is—This was never the plan. Callum and I haven't even been married a year and we all know we've got a stupid doomsday clock going right now, and we agreed that—" She snarls and starts opening cupboards at random in search of the tea.

Soren takes pity on her then and points his tankard at the drawer by the pantry. "Opeli keeps a bunch of different herbal blends in there. Try the lavender. Good for keeping calm."

Rayla rounds on him and scowls. "I'm completely calm," she snaps. "Perfectly, stupidly calm. Why would I not be calm? I'm only bringing a child into a world about to end. What's not calming about that?"

"Yeah, all right, time to sit down." Soren sets the tankard down and shoos her away from the cupboard before she can make a mess of the perfectly sorted boxes of tea. Rayla doesn't argue, even when he draws a chair and puts a pot of water onto boil. "Do you think, maybe, you're catastrophising a little?"

She glares at him by way of answer, and Soren snorts to himself and starts spooning tea leaves into a strainer.

"I don't think I can be a mum," she mutters. "I'm not cut out for it. And then there's all the Aaravos stuff and it's just..." She snarls and covers her face with her hands.

"I dunno," says Soren shrugging. "You could be worse."

"How could I possibly be worse?"

"You could leave," points out Soren matter-of-factly.

Rayla falls silent at that. She knows too. She shares that with him. And after what she did to Callum in their youth...

The pause is long and the water in the pot starts to bubble.

"I couldn't," she murmurs at last. "Not again. Especially not if..."

Soren snorts a little at that. "That's half the battle right there," he says. "The bare minimum is you choose to stay. Which you do. Look at that, maybe you are gonna be okay."

"You're horrible at this."

"And yet, here you are." Soren smirks and pours her tea.

"I came looking for tea, not you," snaps Rayla, although there's warmth in her voice now, especially when he slides her mug across the kitchen bench for her. "Sorry," she adds after a moment. "I didn't realise... Of course you'd be here given what day it is. I didn't mean to interrupt."

He chuckles at that. "Don't mention it. I could use the company."

"Hm." Rayla stares at her tea. "You deserved better," she says after a moment.

"So did you," says Soren, twitching his lips. "And you're going to be."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah. Cheers." He clinks his tankard against her mug and takes another sip. "Happy Mother's Day."

Rayla snorts into her mug but doesn't object.

[zu-is-here]

To be honest I have been anticipating to post about an OC - I wanted to make a more elaborated introduction to her, but with college and other stuff it is seeming impossible to do it now and i need to get it off my chest (Ari already witnessed the yaps, but some things changed since I talked to her about it)

When the aimel ship children wave started, i cooked one too (didnt post much about her due to the reasons above). Her name is Maud. She comes from a timeline that was corrupted due to unkwown reasons - everyone in there turned into amounts of glitches that dont have conscience and cant be saved, her family included.

She herself lost her arm due to the corruption, but the rest of the body is fine as she was rescued by some dubious scientists that promised to save her family if they got her help with something.

She was victim to many experiments since her 8 years... She was betrayed by them - they wanted to experiment on her, as she has the genes of 4 outcodes and they wanted to...elevate her potential.

Years of suffering pass and Condiment invades the laboratory in order to steal something from the head scientist - apparently, they had some beef before? Maud is forced to fight against him but he convinces her to join him (dude got her information files) and turn her anger against the people who used her.

Nobody gets out alive - her fault :)

Condiment sees potential in her. He brings her to his home and convinces her to join him.

(It is messed up, as she would be what? 14 years old when he suggested it?)

She doesnt recognize herself as the child who first entered the lab, the child who had loving parents and siblings. She is the beast the scientists made of her, she cant deny it, so she will be one.

....

I have been plotting to have her meeting the timeline in which she doesnt originally exists, therefore the family she has been forcing herself to forget and absolutely have a breakdown...especially when at least some of the people there - people from her past - show her kindness.

...now with Maim existing, I wonder how things would go.... I suppose at the time they meet she would be freshly recruited by Condiment, having her doubts about staying with him or not.

I suppose if she ever saw Maim, she would be all kinds of upset (to say the least, but she doesnt tend to show up her emotions anyways), but also terrified - that isnt the father figure she has been trying to forget, but someone new and that helps children in conditions somewhat similar to hers....

She totally wouldnt like....make up a lone mission to steal something from Maim's army's place just to see him how it is. No. Who would even suggest that-

(....im not normal. Sorry for the wall of text. I have been really, REALLY excited to talk about this...i just didnt know how to approach it on a better way because im a silly goose-)

Oh dear... (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

First of all, welcome to the family!!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Secondly, thank you so much for sharing this (never late <3) cause now I too have a brainrot on this idea >:D Just imagining their meeting in either of these timelines squeezes my soul... (M)Aim remains an accepting father no matter the situation, but the choice will always be hers ☆

I'll be looking forward to more about her! \(//∇//)\

[andorerso]

The thing about your very valid argument about how adjusting the timeline could have fixed most of the continuity questions of Andor and Rogue One is that it illustrates how much Cassian's premise could not have been done well in the industry that is telling the story:

It would all make more sense if Cassian were younger! But also, clearly this whole thing only got greenlit in the first place because someone went to Disney and said look, Rogue One is one of your most successful Star Wars projects to date. It is divorced from the controversial sequel trilogy and we can sidestep the rabid fanboy rage by giving them a Man in the leading role this time. And Diego Luna is passionate about the project, and both "foreign" and progressive enough to make Disney look progressive for featuring him but obscure enough (and, let's face it, probably white enough) to rabid US bigots to not have them up in arms about his casting.

So the draws were: direct connection to Rogue One and featuring one of its more popular standout personalities prominently - because they were clearly terrified that nobody was going to care about this show. I really think any version insisting on centering a younger, unknown actor as young Cassian for anything longer than a two-minute flashback would have died on the vine. They would not have taken that risk. It could have been better, and made more sense, and given them much more room to work with and breathe (and also, if we want to dream really big, this could have let them produce like four seasons at the same time, with Diego shooting stuff now that would be released as Seasons 3 and 4 without him having aged out of the role in the meantime). But they were not going to present the public with the prequel for a guy they barely cared about played by an actor nobody ever heard of. Genuinely I think this whole project lived and died with the casting and they simply decided to ignore all the pacing and story issues that came with it.

that is... all too real, actually. and it makes me so sad. the movie industry isn't interested in telling good stories anymore, they haven't been in a while. they just want a quick cash grab. and you can tell even they knew that Diego was too old for the role because that's why they aged him up. so why not just cast a younger actor?! instead of messing with the story and retconning stuff. don't get me wrong, I love Diego as Cassian, he was a fantastic choice for Rogue One, but the story and character are more important to me. and he could have 100% still appeared as older Cassian later on.

but well, I know why. you laid it out pretty well. it's just incredibly frustrating.

[that-fangirling-bitch]

heyy you

guess who finally finished watching the show, spoilers for anyone who stumbled on this and hasnt watched it

I NEED MORE 😭

helo it was everything I love it, and I think it's very telling that I cannot see any character as straight, like no one

maybe Angella, but like that's it.

also yall were right, after season three the childish vibes completely disappeared

SOFT CATRA ♡

MARA AND RAZZ AND OLD LIGHT HOPE MY LOVES, I BAWLED IN THOSE EPISODES

MARA DESERVED BETTER

and I love how they have dealt with the ups and downs of friendships with the squad, like adora and bow and glimmer especially in season four and five.

and with catra and scorpia,

side notes:

I ship kyle and rogelio

I love how much of a goner adora was for huntara, love huntara

SCORPIA AND PERFUMA ARE MY SHAYLAS

BOW AND GLIMMER ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER

MERMISTA AND SEA HAWK ARE PRETTY CUTE

EMILY AND MELOG AND SWIFTY CUTIES

HORDAK AND ENTRAPTA FRIENDSHIP GAH MY BABIES

( I recognize hordak is one messed up character but still )

shadow weavers last actions?? goddammit im fucking conflicted

no doubt about the fact that she was a shit parent tho.

can someone save Angella? idk why I'm so attached to her

but like I can't imagine spending an eternity trapped between two realities god

ooh and I love dumb jock blonde adora who has a smart powerful battle mode switch yk ( like regular adora not she ra adora)

im living for the new she ra design in season five, I freaking love it

also I've throughly deep dived into the fandom's fanfiction, and yall know what I'm really really craving rn?

ADORA ANGST

like there is a severe lack of it and it's pissing me off

also im really new to the fandom, but is anyone else bothered by the fact that people keep erasing what catra has done before her redemption? I get my baby has issues and her own fucked up trauma, and I see how hard she's trying but

like that girl has brutally traumatized the entire princess alliance, especially adora

I wish people would stop pardoning catra for literally everything, like they do for jinx. I really really get it, but still.

I see so much catra angst, but im craving adora angst more, probably because

I can see my self in adora's life structure and way of dealing with shit, and relate to it far more than I can with catra. that being said

CATADORA HAS MY HEART ♡

what else am I missing

can yall tell im desperate to talk to someone about this stuff????

HELP

ok I just started watching she-ra, and someone told it has lqbtq soooo-

pleasee tell me that adora ends up with catra

I'm on like episode 4 but the childhood besties to enemies to lovers arc would hit so hard

if not im writing my own fanfiction idc

ngl I wouldn't be too mad at glimmer and adora together too.

or is someone else in the show queer and I just haven't met them yet, and so I'm making assumptions about the only 4 I have?

also I know it's a kid show and it's written very much that way, very childish lines for sure, but idk why im actually very drawn in by it?

it's giving if winx club met mlp, in a twist.

I'm gonna go binge this show and be back