#simping for a simpler time

[universe-of-peoples]

Is the so-called “nostalgia epidemic” among gen z just a result of the desire to live in a time when corporations didn’t control the internet nearly as much, when there were only 2-3 streaming services and they didn’t have ads, when teenagers weren’t expected to stretch themselves thin doing 10 million extracurriculars just to get into college, when buying a house was a reasonable goal, when beloved shows were given more episodes per season and weren’t canceled prematurely (nearly as often), when third spaces (i.e. malls) existed so that your friends could hang out together, when clothes were made higher-quality instead of fast-fashion, when…

Or is it just because cute aesthetics?

[apaise]

🎲 elenatoni!

43. a bloody kiss

three months ago it would've been toni fighting elena on the stunt choreography, with toni wanting some impossible feat of precision and gravity, and elena -- elena probably wanting to drop-kick her frustrating director into oblivion. understandably. yet now after weeks of toni following elena around like a puppy dog and soaking up not only bit of her free time, but also her perspective as a side effect . . . she's become more conscientious of stunt safety. that tunnel vision which would consume toni into needing everything to read on screen exactly how she visualized it in her mind had widened, only by elena's hand.

with her values made toni's too, toni is the one to tell the actor his desire to make the scene more exciting with a balcony fall is inspiring but unnecessary. unheard of, coming from toni, who would usually push for the most spectacular and unnecessary ( even if she doesn't end up using the shot ). but with elena's approval and trust now a goal at the end of the tunnel too, toni finds herself with new priorities.

the famed bradley kent isn't used to being told no, however. particularly when his stunt double rory is overly generous with his own well-being, only wanting to keep his job. as a result -- in a complete reiteration of her and elena's first meeting -- toni volunteers to do the stunt herself. by then, bradley is more willing to back off, not really wanting to see his untrained director fling herself off a balcony, but toni's always been stubborn about driving her point home.

fifteen minutes later she's sitting on the countertops in elena's trailer, sporting a bright red gash on her forehead. the stunt airbag placed below the balcony hadn't been prepared for someone toni's height and weight; as a result she landed off center and smacked half her face on the ground.

normally, she would be hamming the injury up to monopolize as much of her girlfriend's attentions as possible. but seeing how worried elena actually looks, her first aid kit spread out frantically -- toni can't bring herself to do it. she puts on a brave front instead, legs swinging nonchalantly. thankfully, growing up with klaus had given her a few lessons in pain; sometimes her hip still hurts from the time they fell off the bannisters after too much weed.

❝ doesn't hurt at all, ❞ she promises as elena meticulously picks a piece of gravel from the wound with tweezers. strict instructions to stop moving are not adhered to, toni playfully wrapping a leg around elena to tug her a little closer. ❝ i did good though, right?❞ she teases, trying everything to unfurrow elena's concerned brow. when her assurances and jokes go ignored, however -- she takes elena's wrist suddenly, gently, pausing her careful administrations and bidding her to look at her.

❝ really, elena. i'm fine, ❞ she smiles. at the briefest notion of her expression softening, toni tugs her in again for an appreciative kiss, releasing her wrist to cup her face instead. that lingering centimeter of distance afterwards is better tonic than anything in elena's kit, the faint scent of cigarettes and bergamot the best anesthetic.

only when she forces herself to sit back does she notice she got just a dab of blood on elena's cheek in the process; toni wipes it with the pad of her thumb. ❝ oops, got you a little there. ❞ she leans in again to kiss the offending spot after as if elena's the hurt one ( she probably is, after toni's stupid stunt ), taking any excuse she can for her favorite medicine.

[raythekiller]

could you plz do the creeps realizing they like someone & what they do abt their feelings?? thank you sm !

🗒 ❛ Realizing They're In Love ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Jeff The Killer, Ben Drowned, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie

#Notes: warning for some light angst in some parts (mainly EJ and LJ)

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jeff The Killer

He absolutely hates the way you make him feel and will be extra mean to you because of it. He doesn't even realize what the feelings are at first, he just knows they make him feel vulnerable and weak and he despises that and, by correlation, despises you as well. Once he does realize it though (after a good, good while) he'll still be mean, but more in a teasing sort of way. You can probably tell he has something for you because of how possessive he gets, always wanting your attention to be towards him and getting jealous every time you spend time with other people. He'll just keep behaving that way and getting increasingly upset that you won't notice his "obvious" flirting.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ben Drowned

Now this guy is the most shameless simp to have ever simped on the face of the Earth. That being said, he's not used to actually having feelings for someone - normally it only goes as far as physical attraction. So while he is normally decent at flirting (again, if you like cringe pickup lines at all), it all goes down the drain as soon as he realized he's actually, genuinely down bad. Suddenly he's stuttering, unable to get sentences out right, and finds his mind going blank whenever you're around, just fidgeting with his fingers nervously instead of trying to make a move. It's cute if you're into shy guys.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Ticci Toby

Another one who's a little bit oblivious to his own feelings for a long, long time. All he knows is that you remind him of simpler times, times where things were better, so he wants to be around you as often as he possibly can. You'll be sitting side by side and he'll see your hand resting by your body and the thought of grabbing it crossed his mind, his heart immediately started beating faster to the point he had to excuse himself. That's when he knew. Though he is quite shy by nature, he'll try his best to be a little bolder in his own way, complimenting you more and being a little more physical. One of the only guys who isn't afraid to confess first, though his is a little bit more in the heat of the moment than a well planned out romantic confession.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Eyeless Jack

Now with him, things are a little more complicated. He has what I like to call "villain complex", where he truly and genuinely believes himself to be an awful, disgusting and vile person. Hell, not even a person - a demon. He lacks any kind of good opinion about himself, so when he realizes (quite fast, at that) that he has feelings for you? He feels offended on your behalf. To have a monster, an abomination like him be in love with you, something so good and pure in his eyes, is like the ultimate offense to him. So, he won't act on his feelings. Honestly, he'll even hope that you manage to get with someone else so he can know you're genuinely, truly happy and move on. It's very plausible you two won't ever end up together. Unless you decide to take matters into your own hands, that is.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Laughing Jack

Jack is a little bit of a wild card. He naturally has a flirty personality, so you won't know that he's serious unless he decides to tell you, which he probably won't for a good long while yet. That's because, unless he tells you about it, he doesn't actually have anything to lose. His main fear is that you'll be disgusted by those feelings he has, disgusted by him, and decide to leave him just like everyone else did. It's not even rejection that he's so afraid of, it's abandonment. So, while he has one of the easiest times accepting his feelings, he'll be one of the worst when it comes to acting on them.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Masky

Pretty similar to Jeff, but also complete opposites in some ways. While he is extra mean to you because you make him feel vulnerable, it's also because he's hyper aware of what he's feeling towards you. He's a grown man, he knows attraction when he feels it, sexual or romantic, but that doesn't make him hate it any less. Unlike Jeff who's an asshole as a way of flirting, Tim is an asshole to get you to hate him. If you just despise him, his feelings should technically go away as well, so that's what he's aiming at. He already has enough problems in his life, a "silly little crush" (as he calls it) isn't another one that he needs or wants to deal with. Again, if you want things to go further, you'll have to take matters into your own hands.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Hoodie

Smooth ass motherfucker. Like Masky, knows what the feelings are right away, but has no fear in acting on them. And he's super fucking good at it. He sees love as one of the many pleasures of life, something meant to be enjoyed, so he's not going to shy away from it. He'll shower you in every love language known to man, this guy absolutely knows what he's doing. He's not even insecure that you might reject him, he knows he's a catch and you know what? He's not wrong. So it won't take him long at all to confess in the most chill but romantic way possible, like it's not even a big deal (which, to him, really isn't).

[lullabyes22-blog]

Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO - Ch: 32 - Sunk Cost Fallacy

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A tiny tremor—a temblor—rattles the dishes on the table.

Vi is hit by a different quake. As if the floor, the walls, the balcony are falling away. Everything, except Silco's words. Throughout the night, they've strobed at the back of her mind.

Vander, saying the same things. Vander, warning her. Vander, and Blut.

Blut.

Vi's mind, struggling against the epiphany, bursts at the seams. Memories burst too: a red tide gone blue. She'd spent all this time fixated on him. The man who's ruined her sister, and her life. The man whose accent—when it lapses from sterling correctness—bares the serrated edges of the Lanes. Whose voice—when it's not spouting convoluted spiels—becomes soothing as a bedtime story. Whose eyes—red and blue—are a mirror reflecting more than her hatred back to her, but the safety of a simpler palette.

"You," Vi chokes. "I know you."

"What?"

Vi's lungs seize. Gods, she'd been so stupid. She'd had the puzzle sitting right in front of her, and hadn't seen it. Because she couldn't accept what it meant.

The man who's taken everything from her, the man she's hated for seven long years, the man she's determined to hate until her dying breath:

They're the same.

She remembers him—Blut—tossing her to the ceiling to her gleeful shrieks. Sitting, crosslegged, with a comic book open in his lap, and reciting the dialogue in funny voices. Scooping her into his arms and carrying her into the Last Drop, humming a tune that's now embedded into her bones...

Silco's knuckles rap on the table. "What's gotten into you, girl?"

She wants to say, "Nothing." Except her throat is glued. So are her eyes.

This man. This murderer.

The stranger... and who he once was.

"It's you."

"Me?"

"Blut." She points a quavering finger. "The one Vander always talked about. God, why didn't I—?"

Silco's expression morphs from surprise, to understanding, to the smallest iota of apprehension. "What did he say about Blut?"

"He was Vander's childhood friend." Vi can barely squeeze the words out. Her heart is racing a mile a minute. "He was—the smartest guy Vander knew. And he—he was my friend, too. When Mom and I were staying at the Last Drop, Blut was there. He'd call me Pet, and tickle me, and make me laugh. In the evenings, we'd play in the cellar. Hide-and-seek. Sock puppets. Whack-a-mole. Sometimes, he'd read to me. The old comics from the trunk—"

Very quietly, Silco says, "Mavis and Mutthead."

"He'd put on a show. Like a vaudeville act. He'd do the funniest voices." She tries, and fails, to replicate the squeaky tone. "'Hoy, Mavvy! What'd the ceiling say to the wall?' 'Dunno, Mutthead. What?' 'Hold me up, I'm plastered!'" The laugh is a paroxysm. "Vander told me... he'd died on the Day of Ash. Killed during the blast on the Bridge. Nothing left but cinders."

Silco's jaw works, as if his tongue has burnt to cinders too. "Vander said that?"

"Every year." Her breath hitches. "I never forgot. But I never put it together. He—you—"

Silco's expression holds a shadowed emptiness. The shark-eye inverts: a trick of light. The blue blooms: bright as memory.

"It's a lie," he says.

AO3 - Forward, But Never Forget/XOXO

FFnet - Forward, But Never Forget (XOXO)

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[dior-luxury]

HI

💐 here to confess my love because your twst ficlets are SO FREAKIN GOOD I AM LITERALLY FCKING DYING RN (out of love!)

My humble self has come to beg for yandere lilia bc i am a hopeless lilia simp 🙂‍↕️

If the inspo hits and you are so inclined, please feed the poor starving peon crouched outside your doorstep. They are probably not feral, but they havent eaten in days, and may faint for several hours after consuming a single morsel of food.

But also no pressure! I honestly just also want to pick your brain for this cuz you’re SO GOOD at writing him in character

Lilia Vanrouge As A Yandere

( ✧ ) ────── yandere stories . yandere/angst - f!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] lilia vanrouge

- [𝐩:𝐬] Yandere Behavior . Gaslighting and Isolation . Mind Control/Memory Alteration . Romanticized Toxic Behavior . Power Imbalance . Implied Imprisonment . Dark Fantasy Themes . Ambiguous Consent . Potential Identity Loss

Note: Tried to keep it creepy but still true to Lilia’s charm- y’know, “haha I might’ve kidnapped you but I’m still adorable” energy. Hope it gives you chills and also maybe a little “wait why is this kinda hot tho” moment LMAO 💕 Let me know if you want versions with other characters!! ♡(｡•́‿•̀｡)

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia Vanrouge is ancient, powerful, and deceptively playful — a fae who has watched centuries pass like falling cherry blossoms. But even immortals are not immune to obsession, especially when their hearts — long dormant — are unexpectedly stirred. And when an immortal falls in love, they fall forever.

You were just a human — mortal, fleeting, fragile. But Lilia found you fascinating.

At first, it was innocent. You made him laugh. You were kind in a way that reminded him of simpler, long-forgotten eras. He would appear unexpectedly around you, draped in upside-down smiles and playful banter, his glowing eyes always glinting with something unreadable. You thought it was harmless attention.

You were wrong.

He was watching.

Lilia didn’t need to sleep like you did. So during the deep, quiet hours of the night, he’d wander — to your dorm, your classroom, even your dreams, using faint, ancient magic to peek into the worlds behind your eyes. Every expression you made, every person you smiled at, every fleeting interaction — he catalogued it.

You never noticed the bats near your window at night. You should have.

Things escalated slowly.

Lilia began appearing wherever you were — always just in time to “protect” you. A spilled potion in alchemy? Lilia was there. An overzealous duel from an NRC student? Lilia stepped between, laughing while he disarmed them. He said he was just helping, but there was something sharp in his gaze when others got too close to you.

At first, you thought it was your imagination. Then your phone began behaving oddly. Messages unsent. Calls dropped. Friends pulling away after odd, brief conversations.

“Are you lonely, little bat?” he’d ask with mock pity, holding a tray of snacks or a handmade charm. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be here.”

He didn’t look like he was joking anymore.

Lilia’s obsession is sweet — like a poisoned wine.

He still jokes, flutters around, and teases. But now there’s an edge to it. He refers to you as his. He leaves you gifts that seem impossible to procure: relics from the Briar Valley, enchanted music boxes that sing only your name, or petals from flowers that bloom once every thousand years.

When you try to talk to someone about it, strange things happen. People don’t remember your conversations. Even Crowley avoids eye contact when you mention Lilia’s name in a fearful tone.

You begin to suspect he’s altering memories. His magic is old — deep-rooted, almost forgotten by modern mages. You're not sure how much of your life is still your own.

And then you wake up one morning to find an old lullaby playing softly in your room — one you never learned, but find yourself humming anyway.

He’s been whispering it into your mind at night.

Eventually, he tells you.

Not in a romantic flourish, but in the still quiet after a storm, when he’s rescued you (again) from a danger you suspect he may have orchestrated.

“I’ve lived long enough to see empires fall and rise. But nothing has captivated me as much as you,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers cold and gentle. “You don’t understand what that means to someone like me. I’ve chosen you. That doesn’t happen more than once in a few millennia.”

You try to pull away. He only smiles.

“You’ll understand. In time. Humans always break so easily… but love can make you last.”

He kisses your forehead. And you swear you feel a mark burn there, invisible, but real — an ancient fae seal claiming you.

Lilia wouldn’t keep you in chains — not literal ones.

No, he’s too refined for that. Instead, he builds you a world where you don’t want to leave.

A hidden part of NRC’s grounds, warped by old fae magic. Days feel like dreams. You stop remembering time — memories blend, feelings shift. Lilia is always there: doting, smiling, grooming you into someone perfect for eternity.

Your dreams start to end in his voice. Your fears vanish — because you can no longer recall what they were.

Even if you tried to escape, you’re not sure where to go.

Because by now, you aren’t even certain who you were before he loved you.

You age. He does not.

But when your body grows frail, Lilia offers you a choice — sealed with a kiss, bound in blood and starlight.

“Become mine. Truly. Let me preserve you… as I have always longed to.”

You hesitate. Just for a moment.

He smiles.

You no longer dream of the outside world.

You no longer remember why you ever wanted to.

[hypersaline]

OUTDATED Tutorial: adding new shapes to bodyshapes mod

Edit 25-05-15: Please note that this tutorial is outdated. The DBPF Scripter from Pick'N'Mix Mods is much simpler to use and offers a sample script for this task. Also archived at Simblr.cc.

Here's the promised tutorial. I'm sorry about the delay. Please also note that this is for v2 of the mod only; v1 is no longer supported.

Before I begin, I've realized I forgot to credit Quinctia the first time around. Their tattoo boxes and tutorial were where I started experimenting with overlays, and this mod contains resources cloned from their work. So, I'm giving them belated credit here.

First, one very important warning that was exceptionally frustrating to figure out and is responsible for most of the delay: you MUST use SimPE v0.73.44 for this. IIRC, later versions process certain kinds of resources a little differently, and the difference in the resulting package breaks a few kinds of mods/CC. This is apparently among them. Following this tutorial with any version of SimPE past 0.73.44 will very likely damage the character file of the sims the resulting overlay is applied to. (Specifically, in testing I found it to screw up the face and body meshes stored there.) If you test the overlay and the test subject's UI portrait completely blanks out (not just their face texture, but their hair/body/accessories too), then this is probably what's happened, and the best thing to do is throw it all out and start over.

With that out of the way, you'll need...

a pair of nude meshes, top and bottom, for each age group the shape is available for. A full-body nude mesh won't work.

a full set of seven outfits in the shape, set up as in this tutorial, for each age group the shape is available for. YA/A/E can all use the same outfits as long as they're enabled for all three ages.

a shape number. This has to be an eight-digit hex number; the first six digits all have to be zero, and the last two can't be zero or one and can't be the same as any other shape for the same gender. I've got a list here on Dreamwidth of a few numbers I've used or am planning to use. Please leave a comment telling the rest of us which number you're using for any shape you set up.

these template files.

You probably want...

a hex editor. This is optional, but it speeds things up quite a bit. I'm using HxD in the screenshots.

Open up Bodyshop and start a new project. All we need are valid group and family numbers; once you've copied those down somewhere, you should throw the project out. (If you leave it in the Projects folder, it'll conflict with your shape.) An eye color is probably quickest.

Get the following numbers together:

the new group and family numbers from your Bodyshop project

the shape number

two new GUIDs (generated however)

the instance-high and instance numbers for both the CRES and SHPE of each nude mesh

the group number for each outfit being used

Make a copy of the two template files and the template spreadsheet.

You have two main options from this point: either use the 'Hex Editing' tab on the template spreadsheet to find-and-replace various numbers reasonably quickly and then do a few more things by hand, or go the slower route, use the 'By Hand' tab, and replace them all in SimPE.

If you're using a hex editor:

Fill the requested numbers into the correct green boxes in the "Hex Editing" tab. Do all of them before you do any find-and-replacing.

Copy/paste the orange boxes into the hex editor's "replace" field, and copy/paste the yellow boxes into the hex editor's "find" field.

Make sure you pay attention to which numbers you can expect to find in which file, make sure you're in hex mode when you f&r, and make sure the numbers you're using are correct. If you paste in something with a different number of digits, your file will break and you'll need to start over.

Once you're done with find-and-replace, open up SimPE. Make sure you don't get any errors when opening resources up, and do a few spot checks to make sure, for example, that the most common group number you're seeing is the same as what Bodyshop gave you. If things seem OK, do the remaining replacements listed in the "Hex Editing" sheet by hand.

If you're editing by hand:

Look at the "By Hand" tab in the template workbook, which lists the various places you'll find the numbers you need to swap out and gives you room to organize the new ones. Please note that all numbers are hexadecimal even where not marked: 10 isn't twice five but twice eight.

If you'd like to speed things up without a hex editor: export all the resources inside Template1.package, open up the package.xml file in a text editor, find-and-replace every instance of "3166489547" with the DECIMAL version of whatever group number you got from your Bodyshop project, save, and then import those resources to a new (shape)1.package file using the edited package.xml file. (Note that SimPE won't show you the package.xml file by default.) You'll still have a heck of a lot of numbers to replace, but this will take care of several dozen.

Regardless of the method:

You'll need to make the BHAV edit pictured above - change Literal 3 (which is invalid) to Literal 0 or Literal 1 as appropriate.

One thing you'll want to keep in mind: the gender BHAVs detect for any given sim will always match the pronouns on their chance cards. If you're setting up a shape for trans women, for example, you'll want the BHAV to make it available to women even though those outfits are in the broader-shouldered half of the catalog. The mod won't be able to stop you from trying to apply a shape to sims it won't fit; if that happens, you'll get an error message and the sim's appearance won't change.

At this point you're ready to check things out in game.

One last, frustrating troubleshooting note: if most things seem fine but one particular outfit makes the game crash when a sim swaps into it, then after double-checking that it's been referenced correctly, make sure the GZPS in the recolor file is not compressed. I don't know why that's sometimes a problem, but I ran into it a couple of times during testing.

Here's a link to the updated V2 SFS folder, which contains the shape templates (note that the UniformTemplate file is for the older tutorial on giving sims with certain traits different age-up outfits), an updated version of the core mod and the Lady Apple files, and the Athletic Girl files created while getting this tutorial together. All meshes are included. If you set up any other shapes, please let me know!

[jordynbreeloa777]

do whatever you want, who said there’s rules?

Make manifesting fun! It’s not suppose to be stressful! Make the assumption that goes based off the mindset “my reality my rules” and have them be that you only manifest in 3 days or less, or that the 3D always conforms to you instantly less then 24 hours, or that the 3D is your simp/slave it loves validating you with your desires because your God and your THAT GIRL. As the creator, your NOT suppose to wait for your manifestation. You can do whatever the hell you want, whenever the hell you want. As long as it’s not being a weirdo/abusing your power and doing something weird like trying to hurt someone then GO MANIFEST IT! IDGAF IF ITS ILLOGICAL, OR IF YOU NEVER HEARD A SUCCESS STORY WITH YOUR DESIRE, MANIFEST IT ANYWAYS! One thing I always thought when i started my “journey” was that there was a set of rules set in stone. NO. Isn’t that wonderful? You can get whatever the hell you want just by your thoughts, and affirming. SO AFFIRM UNTIL IT CONFORMS IN YOUR 3D. Your only job is to saturate your subconscious to create new dominant beliefs. That’s it! I’m so done with these rules the LOA community set on others saying you have to feel it real, and “it doesn’t matter how many times you affirmed if your not in the state” CUT IT OUT. I’m done with everything!! There’s no rules in your reality so if you believe it as true and if persisted in, guess what. You have it. Nothing gets simpler then that! Happy Manifesting!💝💝

[k0k0-library]

MDNI: I lost my Love. Can I have yours, Comrade?

Pairing: Tartaglia x F! Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Rating: 18+

Warnings: menntions of soft sex, cuteness overload from our good red fox, cunnilingus or however the fuck you write it as, slight breeding king, but not really, harbinger on the loose being a simp, mention of y/n because I was never over my ao3 erra, minor character death

You are the traveller in this one, you're a womam, deal with it

It was a sunny summer morning in Lyiue. You woke up from a restless slumber, as Paimon was already complaining about the heat. "Paimon didn't remember the Harbour being this steamy last time we were here." You giggled slightly, putting on your skirt over your undergarments; the little fae was right. Liyue really did get more hot than the last time you were here for your adventure with the Carp Adeptus. But that is a story for another time, my dear. The sun was shining brighter than usually, the incoming warmth, or rather heat, was making itself felt from morning. This was going to be a long day, wasn’t it, traveler?

The two of you went outside, still groggy after a not-so-good night's sleep and made your way to Wangming Restaurant to see if you could buy something for 200 mora. In the weird economy of the land of the geo archon, you could never know what 200 mora might get you: a fried egg or an entire old-style house. Stay tuned to find out! The economy in this nation was horrible, truly. Imagine not knowing how much something will cost the next day or how much inflation and deflation will last; horror, pure and utter horror.

As Paimon's mouth salivated over the fresh fruit salad and cremmy tea puffs, your stomach was crying and your wallet was embarrassed to even show face to other people. "300 mora for a fish cutlet?! This is obscene!" You hear some cummon passerby say intrigued. Obscene indeed. Paimon was tugging at your hand like a child begging you to get something good to eat. You didn't had the heart to tell her the both of you were broker than Zhongli. Ah, how much you wanted to go back to those simpler times, when people didn’t knew you and you and Paimon would sleep under the stars, eating sunsetias and skewers, and didn’t had so many things on your mind, didn’t know the dark secrets of Teyvat.

You heard an all too well known whistle, you didn't even had to turn aroud to confirm your suspicions on who it was. "Oh? What do my favourite ladies want to eat this morning?" Tartaglia, Childe, Ajax, 11th of the Fatui Harbingers (regardless of the free spots in the mafia), and all time pretty boy was back in Lyiue. Sometimes, you felt like he was following you around, but you couldn't really say he followed you in Natalan from what you know. And he wasn’t in Monstadt… but Liyue, Inazuma, Fontaine were on his checklist, and you could only guess that he also was spying on you in Sumeru through Dottore’s eyes.

"Childe!" Paimon chanted in a sing-song voice, excited to be telling him all about your travels since you parted ways in Fontain's Court Room. He gave you his wallet and gave you the heads up to order whatever you wanted as he took your companion to one of the tables. After ordering and grabbing the plates, you went to them.

You nodded slowly and sat down. You still had his vision, who was stupid enough to ever lose, missplace or sell a vision. Not you, not ever. You told him you left it at your room at the Harbour with your blade and Paimons plushie. "A plushie-" "Mavuika gifted her a plushie to make the parting better." He sighed deeply, it was clear that the whole shabam with Natalan was not a good thing for him. After all, his idol, his master and maybe friend has lost his life to the Kingdom of Night, forever condemned to forever guard the Throne of Flames.

"So? What brings you back here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, girlie. Still got my vision on you by any chance?"

While you and Paimon ate confused he told you everything that he knew. Aparently, the God of Love was growing more weary of the harbingers and was afraid that if she allowed the strong ones to continue on, they will riot against her. So she was sending them off to suicide missions like she did with La Signora, drove them to insanity like she did with the Wondered (you thought), and now cursed Capitano and forced his soul into the Night Knigdom to guide the lost souls. But souls will forever get lost there. It was like the problem imposed by Oroboros, an all powerful snake. Childe didn’t knew more than he already told you.

"So, you met Capitano... I believe you were surprised of what happened?"

"Why?"

"Because the Tsaritsa wanted him dead for a long while"

The God of Love and Compassion loosing herself to doubt and hunger for power was something inimaginable at first, but you remembered Venti’s and Zhongli’s words, as well as Mona’s. The ones that love the most will one day turn as cold as ice and will start to hurt not only others but themselves also… In other words, the Tsaritsa was destined to go mad with fear and hate. Her people, her believers… were they going to be ok?

"So, you see... since the Tsaritsa sees me as powerful, I have to hide back in Lyiue again. Here, the Fatui can't reach me easily since the area was cleared long ago by you." He slowly sipped from his tea cup. He tried not to show it, but he was scared that death was waiting at his doorstep at home. Or maybe he would die with honour, but he could never make his family mourn or suffer from the loss of his life. Yes, this seemed more like it, the ginger man was always thinking of his family before anything else.

"So this means that you are now stuck here? For eternity?" Paimon inquiered with her mouth stuffed with sweet red bean paste buns. Childe nodded. "Well, not really eternity. I'm still just a man, you know? I'll live maybe to 60 or 70 years considering how many wounds I have had all these years... One of my hands already started to get too stiff, you know?" He emphasised his words by trying to flex his left fist, but his hand moved hardly, his palm convulsing for a second before allowing him to close his fist.

You wanted to reach out and hold his hand, to reassure him to comfort him in a way. To loose something as simple as free mobility in a hand from this age was hurtful to watch, let alone actually experiencing it. Tartaglia was a strong man, hiding his emotions and feelings from everyone around him. Yeah… definitely he didn’t want to put pressure or concern his family. You wondered what lie he told his parents and his little siblings for them to not even question his sudden return to the land of the Geo Archon.

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After you ate and talked some more, Paimon decided to go back to the room you two had near the harbour and take a small nap. She was teribly tired after the long walk from Natalan to Lyiue; and to be entirely honest, you were as well. But of course, you chose to spend some time with the redhair instead, not knowing when exactly you'd see him next. He was like a wild fox, fast and cunning, always hiding himself in the shadows until he'll strike again and capture the mouse or hen he wishes to eat. But was he going to be able to hunt again like the predator he was raised as? Was Tartaglia going to be ok laying low under the radar?

Was the Tsaritsa really this heartless? To kill her most precious soldiers?

It seemed horrible. Absolutely horibble! But it was the cruel truth: from the predator, Childe became the pray in a matter of days, weeks, heck even months! But, the archon did seem insane enough to have considered this form the beginning, planing the intricate deaths of all her dear harbingers. Why else would she let them fail almost all missions… and, in first instances, Signora and Childe were the only ones who retrieved the gnosises without too much trouble. You were the trouble, in a way, but much more weaker and inexperienced than now. Were you the reason why everything was happening? Why people died?

The sun was shining brightly, and it was humid outside, the heat even more unbearable as you walked with the harbinger near the Quingxu Pool. He invited you to take a stroll around the Lisha, but found yourselves walking for a couple of hours now. "Y/N, I... I was going to ask you if you're any closer to finding your brother? I know how much family means to you. " Ah, he read you like an open book. "Well, to be honest, we did meed a couple of times and we talked. I even have a picture with him but i don't remember ever taking it..."

That was curious really. Not remembering a fond memory with your lost twin, yet remembering everything you and Childe did together. It seemed like you were a traitor. He didn't judge you though. He held your hand and lead you to the pool, trying to pull you in. He climbed up the trees and got fresh sunsetias for you. He even collected some nice and shiny pebbles from the deeper ends of the Pool just so he could give them to you. "The lake isn't even that deep, girlie. You just have to get in! It's more fun-" He tried to reason with you, but you still refused him, vehemently. Not after seeing Ferminet almost loose himself in the Primordial waters.

And so you followed him. The water almost instantly got colder, giving you goosebumps as soon as it hit your skin. You shivered slightly, feeling the sand slip loose from under your feet, you had to rely now simply on yourself to stay afloat. Now, when did Childe get soo good at swimming? You didn't remember him being so good? Or maybe his little predicament with the All Devouring Narwhal changed him more than you thought. The water was like an ice bucket, the complete opposite of the weather outside. If you were going to get sick from this, you’d kill him.

"A traveller afraid of a little challange?"

"Wll, you didn't challange me, Mr.~"

"Fine, then I challange you to swim with me in the deeper ends" Now, a traveller not accepting a challenge was like a watch not telling you the time… And so,…

You finally were almost next to him, the redhead inviting you to dive in with a smile. You took in a large breath and dove underwater. Your head, dried and overheated by the sun, met with the cold, refreshing gust of waters that got in between your locks. You wanted to shriek from the sudden change in temperature, but you couldn’t, not right now anyways. You felt a hand gently wrapping around your upper arm, and tugging at it, like telling you to follow it. Childe, the ever-so-gentleman that he was, allowed you to hook around him as the two of you dove deeper and further into the water. At this rate you were going to drown! You needed air at some point and you were anxious about getting out in time for it! You squirmed in protest, as you saw he wasn’t even thinking about the obvious like you did. He held you closer to himself, your head pressed to his chest allowing you to feel the steady and slow rhythm of his heartbeat to calm down. You felt the water pressure getting lighter and lighter.

You realised he brought you to the surface only when the sun mercilessly burned the top of your head and you opened your eyes reluctantly. You laid on top of the ginger harbinger as he floated, smiling up at the sky. “Scared ya? Don’t worry, milyy. I’d never let you drown, get pierced my a hilichurl’s arrow or shredded by the claws of a saurus.” You really didn’t want him to notice the blush dusted darkly on your face, but you were sure he did notice it. Even someone as oblivious to love as paimon would. His words were more than a comfort told to cool the waters (pun intended); he actually meant everything he told you, which warmed your heart more than the heatwave was already doing it.

“You’re staring, girlie…”

“And are you complaining, Mr. Tortellini?”

Not even 2 seconds after you called him that, he twisted his body to the side, making you fall in the water unexpectedly as he laughed like a hiena at your futile attempt to bring him down with you. You both held each other in a kind of far embrace and laughed at the absurdity of it all, life being so hard, yet the two of you playing in the water like two kids that did not yet learned about the cruelty of the world and how vile some people could be. You were two kids playing, two kids having fun and two kids falling in love with one another… Falling in love, in this economy?! (Sorry I had to make the joke), but no really, falling in love in this situation, with him of all people could lead to only pain. Will it be more painful to never tell him, or to live with loving him only for him to die so easily so suddenly…

You were conflicted, deep down, your mind not fully allowing you to feel happy about this moment with Childe. How about a brain factory reset, traveler? Only 2 trillion mora, only for you. Buy one get one for free-

“Y/N, you look so pretty with your hair all wet like that, you know? The prettiest girl ever, my milyy” The harbinger suddenly said as he places a butterfly kiss on your cheek, his hands slowly going further up your arms, now grasping your shoulders lightly. You knew that part of this gentleness of his was due to the join pain he felt… You felt bad for him, feeling the need to hold him even tighter and tell him you loved him more than anything. But will you? Risking everything, your friendship and your memories with him only because you were selfish and you wanted him to offer more of his heart than he already had? It was a horrible thing to do: confessing to another human. Horrible, but more than that horrifying. What if he didn’t just said no, but felt so disgusted and used by you that he would tell you to go fuck your self, stay away from him for 100, no 1000 years in this and the next lives that will come.

“Aren’t you going to tell me anything, girlie? You’ve been staring at that poor calla lily for the past 10 minutes…” And answer, he wanted an answer from you. But to what question.

“I don’t think I can tell you.

“Then I’ll wait for that answer: 100, no…. One thousand years I’ll wait for your answer in this and the next lives to come.” His grasp on your shoulders was more powerful and meaningful, he wanted you -- he needed you to answer him and to tell him you felt the same, didn’t he?

You just smiled and sighed with a slight shake of your head. This man will be the death of you, that was for sure. Either from his cuteness, from his devotion to you or from a brutal future spar. Though, you did help the later doesn't happen ever again. You still had bad dreams about what happened at the Golden House.

All this time, all this mother fucking time that you two had spent together in an awkward-ish way that mutual pining people do; he belived you two were a couple. Genuinely belived you were a thing?! Sir how dare you not be more obvious for this sweet little traveler. A big part of you was reliefed he felt the same, but there was a tiny part that was confused. You never gave him signals that you even liked him romantically, yet he believed you two were together. The 11th Fatui Harbinger was a very stange man, a cold and unforgiving person, yet he protects his family and loves them all with his very being. And now you learn he loves you; maybe just as much.

"I think I am in love with you, Childe..."

"Of course you are, we're together-"

"What?"

Childe gently cupped your cheeks in his hands and slowly pulled you in for a kiss. You didn't fight it, not one bit as you let yourself go soft in his arms. Not a thought between your eyes as his rough, yet warm lips glide against yours in a slow dragged out way. It felt good, having him here like this with you in the water. "You cannot believe how much I've wanted to kiss you, milah, but you always act so cold.."

You didn't know how and you didn't know when; but the red haired man brought you both back to the lake shore. You were still drunken by the kiss, as the lack of cold water around you made you instantly warm up to un uncomfortable level. You gently pushed him away to take a deep breath in and calm your senses. Or rather tried to come back to your senses, but you were drunk. You were so drunken by this man.

Well, how can anyone not let a cute fox like him take a bite when he asks so politely?

"Childe-"

"Please let me love you, Y/N~"

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When you've gone back to your place by the harbour it was already late at night and you found Paimon waiting for you by the porch, with a cup of chilled tea and a few sweets. She looked like she waited for you for quite a bit. The still partially wet hair, dusted cheeks and crampled damp clothes were signs that something did happen between you and the Harbinger. But Paimon was never one to ask you something like this, and definitely she wasn't judging; she was just worried you came home late.

"I promise I'll come back before sundown next time-" You half-appologised like a pre-teen girl caught out with her boyfriend. And what a boyfriend you now had: one that knows how to make your mind foggy with pleasure as he laps at your folds, one that gently kisses you as he puts it in the first time and caresses your cheek as you let out soft sobs or when he spils deeply into you.

Tartaglia was a rough man that used to fight tooth to tooth with anyone who dared to even look at him the wrong way. He was never the type of man to show affection to anyone, his family members were the only ones he used to care about and protect. But now he has you, now that changed forever. Or at least... you hoped that it will last forever.

[cottonlemonade]

Inarizaki Masterlist

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Kita Shinsuke

🫧 How You Met word count: 927, post-time skip

🪭 Insatiable [drabble]

🫧 Ideal [drabble]

🫧 A Simpler Life [part 2] [part 3] 🪭 [part 4] [headcanon bonus] full word count: 7.6k, slice of life, neighbors to lovers, slow burn, post-time skip

🌱 Breathe [drabble]

🫧 Tutoring You word count: 917

🫧 Comparing Scores word count: 1k, rivals to lovers

🫧 Accidental Confession word count: 814, pining

🫧🍡 Time Well Spent word count: 984, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 Dating Advice [drabble]

🫧 Home Remedy [drabble]

🫧 A Rainy Day word count: 690, married, post-time skip

🫧 A Shoulder To Lean On word count: 1.4k, pining, friends to lovers, University!AU

Miya Osamu

🫧 How You Met word count: 873, post-time skip

🌧️🫧 Archnemesis [part 2] full word count: 1.8k, rivals to lovers, pining, 3rd year

🍡🫧 Strawberry Lotion word count: 546, established relationship, aged up

🫧 He Proposes To You word count: 588, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 Clumsy Kitchen Apprentice [drabble]

🍡 Pancakes After Sex [drabble]

🫧 Mystery Flavor word count: 779, pining, post-time skip

🫧 When You Mess Up On A Test (LDR) [drabble]

🌧️🫧 His Favorite Customer word count: 1.1k, he protects/comforts you, post-time skip

🫧 Neighborhood Hag [drabble]

🫧 Helping With Hour Homework [drabble]

🫧Miya Candy [headcanon]

🫧 Chubby Baby Osamu [headcanon]

Miya Atsumu

🫧 How You Met word count: 1k, post-time skip

🫧 That Time I Made My Brother Hide In The Bathroom To Talk To A Girl word count: 876, post-time skip

🫧 All Is Fair In Love And War [drabble]

🫧 Call Me Baby word count: 723, friends to lovers

🫧🪭 Sunday Morning [drabble]

🫧🍡 When Your Husband Is Sick word count: 630, married, post-time skip

🫧 The Second Best Setter [drabble]

🫧 When He Babysits His Niece word count: 1.2k, post-time skip

🫧 Omi = Granny [headcanon]

🫧 Atsumu’s New Girlfriend word count: 656, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 A Wife Guy [headcanon]

🫧 Jump Hug [drabble]

🫧 Simp In A Towel [drabble]

🫧 First Kiss [drabble]

Suna Rintaro

🪭 Keeping Quiet word count: 864, established relationship, post-time skip

🪭 Six And A Half Minutes [part 2] [part 3] full word count: 5.2k, friends to lovers, University!AU

🫧 Night Routine word count: 508, established relationship, University!AU

🫧 Tattoo Artist x Single Mom [part 2] [part 3] [drabbles]

🫧🍡 Accidental Confession word count: 1.3k, enemies to lovers

🫧 Sippy Cup [drabble]

🫧 Skincare [headcanon]

🫧🍡 Planning Ahead (Date Night) [drabble]

Oomimi Ren

🫧 The Wrath Of Oomimi Ren word count: 818

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🫧 fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // 🪭 spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt

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[cinnabells]

BITTERSWEET TRAGEDY || N.R.

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ׂׂૢ SYPNOSIS;

The life of Leilani Choi was the textbook definition of chaotic; her dad was a military man who was always away for the better part of her childhood, and her mom was, well, she was present at least. Growing up in a mixed-race community should've made this little life a little simpler, yes? Dear mother was overbearing; Leilani just wanted to be normal and go do teenage stuff without her mother on her back all the time. Unfortunately, the people she hung out with were the wrong people, and she suffered the consequences. That's how she found herself in Korea, made a few bad choices, and thus she was forced to move back home, but moving to Korea wasn't all bad; she made new friends and even started a few hobbies, and fortunately one of those hobbies was becoming a fan of Enhypen, and that led her down the road of their maknae, Nishimura Riki, and that became a whirlwind of unexpected paths. The moral of the story is... don't fall in love with a K-pop idol.

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ׂׂૢ PAIRING; idol! nishimura riki x fem! oc

ׂׂૢ WARNINGS; ni-ki bring delusion and a simp, swearing, racism, death jokes, bullying, sugestive themes,

ׂׂૢ TROPE; strangers to lovers

ׂׂૢ GENRE; romance, social media au, humor angst, slow burn.

ׂׂૢ STATUS; ongoing

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ׂׂૢ SOCIAL MEDIA PROFILES

en-haters || bratz

ׂׂૢ TOC;

episode 01; so sweet

episode 02; adventures in seoul

episode 03; #thatengene

episode 04; unexpected meetings

episode 05; late night snacks

episode 06; loverboy

episode 07; after hours

episode 08; strawberry lips

episode 09: situationship??

episode 10: take two

act twoˏˋ°•*⁀➷

TBH

ׂׂૢ TAGLIST: @rikidaze @roarr-ki @momoch1s @kirakun @planetmarlowe @nessas-archive @irikhrts

(comment or dm to be added!!)

AUTHORS NOTE; hi im lee and welcome to my first smau( techinally my second but i scraped the first one,) this is the first time i'm writing in like years so bear with me the updates will be slow but please hold on tight and enjoy the ride!

[leggalese]

what r ur thoughts abt godot / diego :3

Ah Godot...I remember the time when he was just another character people simped for instead of a hot topic issue...simpler times.

He is quite interesting. I liked how his character shows the flaw of being too blinded by grief. Bro flat out became a prosecutor because Wright was the only living being at the time that he could project his own self blame on.

Also the fact that he throws entire mugs of coffee when he gets pissed is pretty hilarious.

[iwascoolerinmiddleschool]

I was casually looking for a discreet tshirt with the “bloodless” condition…just so…you know…people would recognize me at a glance for the vampire simp that I am, but I couldn’t find it

So I made the design

(my motherboard fried so I can’t play and I have a lot of free time, so I handpainted the border to look like a cool videogame UI, even if the original one is actually simpler than this, I needed the distraction)

Edit: I am terrible at self promotion, I never added a link to the shop where I sell the design xD

[i-am-grell]

The Low-Scorers: Anime Poll Special Edition

I've been doing my polls for a couple months now and I've watched some fantastic shows because of it. But there have been a few titles I've put in a quite a lot of polls that just don't really seem to rack up many votes - most of the time it's probably because they're put alongside some heavy hitters, or maybe they just have a small audience on Tumblr. So, welcome to this ✨Special Edition✨ of the poll where it's all stuff that's been in a bunch of polls and rarely performs well. Let's see what wins out. Also I've used my best button material on these series in the past, so you're getting representative emojis this time.

If you're new here, Tumblr picks what shows I watch. That's the gist of it.

As always, propaganda* (*yapping) below the cut. You're allowed to reblog for reach, to yap, to bully your followers into voting too, etc. You do not have to know me, follow me, like me, or like/know/have watched any of these shows to vote.

Propaganda:

Pokemon - To recap: in high school, I watched straight from Kanto -> Sinnoh, movies included, and stopped a handful of episodes into Unova. It's Cilan. He will never be Brock. This option will count, as advertised, for Season 14 of the anime and any movies that fall in that season.

The Case Study of Vanitas - I've read one volume of the manga and I fuck with this severely. Steampunk, vampires, Zeno Robinson. That's all I need.

Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! - It's cute, it's gay, the dub from the clips I've seen is unhinged which I love.

Fire Force - I love Soul Eater, I wanna know what a firefighting Soul Eater prequel is like, and the TikTok simps I follow talk about Benimaru a lot.

AOT: Junior High - I miss them </3

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead - I long for the days of no responsibility pandemic. The world's getting fucked again, least I can do is have an anime about simpler times (except zombies).

[thatlotuscookie]

Greetings.

The Society of Semi Eita simps, specifically the Cottagecore Faction, would like to request a fanfic where Y/N says they want to run away and live in the woods with Semi, or at the very least just run away and find somewhere to live as a brand new start, and Semi agrees.

In return, we offer you these songs:

Apple Juice by Madilyn Mei

Where Noone Knows My Name by Madilyn Mei

The Chapel by Madilyn Mei

✧･ﾟ: a/n: : The thought of Semi being so supportive and down for something as whimsical as running away together really warms my heart. I wanted to capture the simplicity of building a life with someone who understands and shares your dreams. Hope this little escape into their world brings you joy! Sorry for the wait <3 and thank you for the songs, xoxo

✧ Title: ✧ Run Away With Me ✧ ✧ Characters: Semi Eita x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Overwhelmed by the noise of life, you dream of running away. When you finally confess your desire for a simpler existence, Semi surprises you by sharing the same wish. Together, you start building a new life, one where love and nature are all you need. ✧ Content/Tags: Comfort, Cottagecore Aesthetic, Established Relationship, Found Peace, Dreams of Simplicity, Domestic Bliss ✧ WC: 1554 words // 8.6 chars

You sat there, cradling a warm mug of tea, staring out the window into the forest that stretched as far as the eye could see. The world felt too heavy lately—the weight of expectations, deadlines, and the constant buzz of city life pressing down on your chest. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate your life or the people in it, but something inside of you yearned for something different, something simpler.

You wanted to run. Run far away, where no one knew your name and the only sounds you heard were the rustling leaves and the occasional birdcall. Somewhere where you could breathe deeply and feel free—untouched by the frantic pace of modern life.

It was just a passing thought at first, a fantasy that fluttered through your mind like a breeze. But it lingered. That thought. It settled deep within your chest, a quiet desire that gnawed at you.

You turned to Semi, who was sitting beside you, lazily scrolling through his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. He noticed your silence before long, and without missing a beat, he gently set his phone down.

“What’s on your mind, love?”

Your lips parted, the words trembling on your tongue. You didn’t know why it felt so right to say it to him, but you knew you trusted him enough to speak your heart.

“I… I want to run away,” you murmured, voice soft but resolute. “Find somewhere to live, somewhere quiet. Somewhere no one knows our names. Just… disappear. Start over.”

Semi’s eyes softened immediately, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. He studied you for a long moment, as if weighing your words carefully. Then, without hesitation, he reached out to take your hand.

“You know, I’ve been thinking the same thing,” he admitted, his voice low but warm. “I’ve always dreamed of living somewhere like that. Just you and me, out in the woods. No distractions. No noise. Just the peace of nature.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had expected him to laugh, to dismiss the idea as something fleeting, but instead, he was sharing your dream, feeling the same pull toward freedom.

“You’re serious?” you asked, eyes wide.

“I’m dead serious,” he said with a grin that made your pulse quicken. “The woods, the fresh air, no one bothering us, just us, living out our days with nothing but our love for each other and the rhythm of nature. That sounds perfect to me.”

A wave of relief washed over you, and you felt your chest loosen for the first time in weeks. Maybe this wasn’t just a fantasy. Maybe it could be real.

“Then let’s do it,” you said, determination creeping into your voice. “Let’s run away together. Let’s find that place, build our own little world.”

Semi’s smile grew wider, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into his arms, lifting you off the floor and twirling you around. His laughter was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him, the weight of the world suddenly lifting from your shoulders.

“We’re really doing this?” you asked, breathless as he set you down.

“Absolutely,” he said, eyes gleaming with excitement. “We’ll find a place—maybe a little cabin in the woods, somewhere secluded. I’ll build us a little garden, we’ll pick wildflowers every morning, and you can teach me how to bake all your favorite recipes. I’ll even let you take the lead when it comes to picking out our furniture.” He winked. “But only if you promise to let me handle the firewood. I’ve got some pride to protect, you know.”

You laughed, nodding. “Deal. But I get to pick out all the plants for the garden.”

“Of course,” he said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You’ll be the one to fill our home with beauty. I’ll just… make sure we have everything we need.”

It felt surreal, imagining your life like that—a life away from the chaos, a life with him. A simple, quiet life, but one full of love and adventure.

The days passed quickly as you and Semi began making plans. You both researched the best locations, looking for a place far enough away to keep the world at bay but close enough to nature to live comfortably. The idea of a secluded cabin, nestled deep in a forest where you could live off the land and wake up to the smell of pine and fresh earth, became your new obsession.

During this time, Semi stayed by your side, his enthusiasm contagious. He was practically buzzing with excitement, making calls to local real estate agents and browsing listings on his laptop. At one point, you caught him daydreaming about which direction the garden should face, envisioning the perfect space for your vegetables and wildflowers to grow.

“I want us to be able to see the sunrise,” he said one evening, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. “And a small creek nearby would be perfect for the sound of running water. It’ll be our little piece of paradise.”

You smiled at his enthusiasm, loving the way he seemed to fall even deeper in love with the idea every day. His energy was infectious, and before long, you found yourself imagining the life you could build together.

Eventually, you settled on a cabin in the woods, tucked away in a small valley, surrounded by towering trees and rolling hills. It was exactly what you had imagined—a small, rustic home with a wide porch that overlooked a stream and a meadow of wildflowers.

The drive to the woods was long, the roads winding through hills and valleys, but the closer you got, the more your excitement built. The air smelled different here—clean, fresh, and full of promise. Every mile seemed to strip away the tension that had been building up for years, and you could feel the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders.

Semi drove with a grin plastered across his face, humming along to the songs playing on the radio as you sat beside him, your hand resting gently on his thigh. The entire journey felt like a dream—a beautiful, surreal dream that was finally coming true.

When you finally arrived, the cabin you had rented was everything you imagined and more: small but cozy, with wooden beams and a stone fireplace. The forest surrounding it felt alive, the trees whispering secrets to the wind. The cabin’s interior was charming, with its rustic furniture and the faint scent of pinewood in the air.

“I think we found it,” Semi said softly, his voice full of wonder as he looked around. “Our new home.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion. It felt like you were standing on the edge of a new beginning, where nothing mattered except the two of you and the world you were about to create.

That night, you sat on the porch together, watching the stars twinkle above you. It was quiet—so quiet that the only sound was the occasional rustle of the leaves. You were wrapped in a thick blanket, Semi’s arm around you, pulling you close as you both gazed up at the vast sky.

“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” you whispered, the cool night air brushing against your skin.

“I know,” he replied, his breath warm against your ear. “But this feels like it was meant to be. Just you and me, no distractions, no worries… just love. We’ll make this our home, and no one can take it away from us.”

You smiled, your heart full as you leaned into him. For the first time in a long time, you felt completely at peace. This was it. This was your fresh start.

The days that followed were filled with the simple joys of life. The mornings were spent walking through the woods, collecting wildflowers and herbs to fill your kitchen with the scents of nature. Semi took charge of building a small fire pit in the backyard, and you often found yourselves outside in the evenings, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories.

You’d start your mornings with coffee on the porch, watching the fog lift from the meadow as the sun broke through the trees. Semi would wander off to check the garden or gather firewood while you worked on a new project, whether it was knitting a blanket or picking out the perfect spot for a flower bed.

Every evening, after dinner, you’d curl up in front of the fire, Semi playing his guitar while you listened, content and at peace. The world felt so small in these moments, and everything seemed to slow down—just you, Semi, and the rhythm of your new life.

As the months passed, you found a deep sense of belonging here, in the place you and Semi had carved out for yourselves. The worries of the world never seemed to reach you. The noise and chaos of your old life felt like a distant memory, and all that mattered now was the life you were building, hand in hand.

With each passing day, you felt more and more connected to Semi—and to this place. This was your home now, a place where no one knew your name, where the trees whispered secrets, and the world outside didn’t matter.

And together, you thrived.

[medardababy]

Oh, um, hi! English is not my first language so sorry for all the mistakes, and I just wanted to say some cute things i saw in "The Sea Beast" the movie on Netflix. I know it's a little late but I just rewatched it and couldn't live without telling someone about those things I just noticed.

First of all, I'm a little obsessed with Sarah Sharpe so this will be most about her.

Ok, let's go, do y'all remember this scene? Where they all go down on that city before going to the castle? (I forgot the English name for the city since I watched it in Portuguese)

Well, look, Sarah goes first than anyone. (I couldn't find the specific scene but y'know) even tho there are part of the tripulation carrying those heavy horns from the beasts, she still goes first. Before Captain Crow and before Jacob, so, in my little mind I saw this as a way of them to be caring, since she clearly has some problems walking due to the leg.

Cus, like, imagine all the times she would be left behind cus she can't run properly? She probably can, obviously, but it won't be that easy. So, I'm pretty sure its like a unspoken rule to let Sarah go first anywhere.

Also, just imagine the trouble this woman has walking on sand, grass, and anything that would make her leg sink? Poor baby. Y'know, in heels, the heels keep sinking in the sand and grass and breaking and stuff. A easy way to protect yourself from that horror is to step on your toes, but Sarah's leg is only heel, do you get it? I hope it makes sense.

Anyway, one more thing I noticed.

She is like, "the fuck this b* gonna catch me slipping" on that scene. I don't know where she specifically is but, I'm sure this woman is doing her best to not fall. Cus, y'know, her leg doesn't seem to move (I forgot the verb in english) and it is probably complicated for her to get up by her own. And they're being attacked my woman doesn't wants to die today.

Also, funny thing that I had to watch 2-3 times to notice: she also uses swords and knifes, not only the guns. Everytime I though about her, I absolutely believed that she only used shotguns. But watching this scene, I can see she clearly using this sword. (There is any other name for it?)

And, oh, look at her model! It isn't rendered but we can see clearly some important things here: just like I said before, this leg would be the absolutely worst to walk on grass. It has this spikes thing and would easily get stuck, which would cause trouble. also, look! She wears more blue-green than others colors.

If you look well, you'll notice that every important character has its own pallette, and Sarah's is blue-green centered.

Comparing her to Captain Crow, his pallette is more Black-ish with golden.

He has mostly black in his coat, hat, shirt, pants and stuff while my woman wears this pretty blue.

Like, look (sorry for the BAD quality) Miss Merino is more red-ish. While Jacob is more yellow, even with the hints of red. She's blue and green.

Also, talking about Jacob, look.

My man's works out, just look and these arms that could easily carry me to death. It isn't a surprise that there are so much people simping for him he's absolutely playing on both sides.

Also, I'm pretty sure he "cuts to both sides" (it's a expression we use here to say someone likes both women and men) cus there's no damn way my man's haven't got his bitches.

Just look at him, I'm sure that he only arrives at the city's so he can talk to his girlies.

Learned with his mother figure Sarah.

Anyway, I'll stop simping (for now.).

Do y'all notice that his clothing are simpler? Even tho he's clearly the captains favorite, he goes with this white common shirt while everybody has its complicated and cool looks?

It is because he's the protagonist, he has to call attention to him. And everyone has its super cool design with all those textures and details and stuff, it would be hard for him to shine. So, instead of giving him a super cool clothing, he's wearing something plane and simple that's easier to remember about.

Same for Maisie, but I'll be talking about her later wait there.

Anyway, giving him a simpler design and clothing made him appear more in the scenes, specially the dark ones. Since his blouse is white, it appears a lot.

Ok, coming to maisie.

Diferente from Jacob, that has only his white shirt on top, she has three layers of clothing.

And yet, it is still simpler.

Why? Because it doesn't folds, doesn't has much detail and doesn't has much texture. What calls attention in her is specifically her hair and how her brighter colors doesn't mix with the rest of the tripulation BUT these who have a similar spirit!

Look at old Jack, who also has his little white shirt on, and that boy who Jacob saved in the start of the movie. Both of them have a lighter pallete, which goes just right with Jacob's and Maisie's pallete.

And also, notice that Maisie's also goes for blue-green colors. Just like Sarah, but her's are lighter tones.

No more, just noticed those cute details that I had to talk about.

[m1-ya]

Reconnection. Keefe Sencen x Reader!

(This has been in my drafts for like almost a year n im too lazy to finish it, so take what i have to give fellow keefe simps <3)

Everyone stood huddled around the table, all staring begrudgingly at an unrolled scroll. Complete silence as they all attempted to read whatever the stupid thing said. The scroll had been one of many that Tam and Sophie had stolen from the warehouse before they burned it. Neither Grady or Edline had been able to decipher what it said and gave it back to Sophie. Thinking perhaps one of her friends would decode it. So far no one has been able to understand anything besides a few symbols here and there. Keefe grew tireless of the silence and was the first to break the noiseless atmosphere, “I think we’ve spent enough time looking at these Flareadon scratches on paper Foster.” Keefe said, “maybe we should take a break.”

“No, I think I’m finally understanding some of this,” Sophie said while leaning closer into the scroll, she and the rest of the group had been staring at it since everyone had gotten to Heaven Field, “I just need a few more minutes.” 

“Sophie, we've been here for 10 minutes already,” Dex informed her, “I’m pretty sure I saw Fitz go cross-eyed twice.”

“Maybe my eyes have gone crossed but you gave up after the first 5 minutes,” Fitz countered. 

Tensions between everyone in the group had begun after Fitz and Sophie broke up. It got significantly worse after Keefe had run from the lost cities and Sophie burned down the Neverseen’s warehouse. But now Keefe was back and they were trying to focus on the more important things. Like staring at paper. 

“Yeah, because we clearly haven't gotten anywhere,” Dex stated while moving away from the scroll and towards Fitz, “We all saw you looking at Sophie and then turning away to feel sorry for yourself.”

“Proving my point aren’t you?” Fitz spat, “ Why were you wasting time staring at me instead of-”

“OKAY OKAY THATS ENOUGH,” Sophie shouted. A headache had formed after having to stare at lines and marks on a scroll for what was almost 2 hours. She was already sitting at the table sifting through a huge pile of scrolls with Grady and Edaline before Wyile and Linh showed up to help. 

They had told the rest to meet at Haven Field to help after Wylie realized they were not getting anywhere with only 3 tired teens. Sophie sighed, “Dex is right, we really aren’t getting anywhere just sitting here and starting screaming matches. Let’s all just take a break and clear our minds.” 

“Perfect! I'm gonna go outside and play with Glitter Butt,” Keefe said while making his way towards the door, “if you need me send a message!” 

“No, you are not!” Ro grinned while picking Keefe up, “after that stunt you pulled, I will be SEVERELY restricting your freedom pretty boy.”

“Awh please?” Keefe pleaded to Ro, “It’s not like Glitter Butt will listen to me if I ask her to teleport away with me.”

“Nope! You're staying right here with me.”

“Fine..”

Keefe slumped down on his seat and pouted. Sophie was actually somewhat relieved that Ro hadn’t let him go. A huge part of her was terrified that he’d just up and leave again. 

Everyone had returned to being silent. Sophie wished that they could all go back to how close they used to be. Back when everything was simpler, and her only worry was having to dance in a stupid school show.

But she couldn’t waste her time reminiscing on stuff like that. There were more urgent things at hand, like figuring out what that stupid scroll meant. She was really hoping she was right about it meaning something important. If she was wrong, they would’ve already wasted 3+ hours on a dead end. 

“Biana,” Fitz started, breaking the silence “do you remember Y/n? The girl we hung out with a lot when we were younger?”

“Oh yeah!” Biana beamed, “the one with the gorgeous hair right?”

“Uh sure, do you think she’d understand what some of the scroll says?” 

Sophie raised an eyebrow. There was no way anyone would be able to make sense of that scroll. Just as Keefe had pointed out, it looked exactly like Flareadon scratches. Sophie was sure she could recreate it if she took a blade and went rouge on a piece of paper. Biana placed a finger on her bottom lip. “Mmm, maybe. She did have that phase where she was obsessed with those hieroglyphics from the Forbidden Cities."

"Ohh yeah Y/n!" Keefe chimed, "I remember her. She forced all of us to learn those stupid symbols that summer, I hated it."

Biana sent a glare towards Keefe, "Are you serious?" She scoffed, "you were totally in love with her during the entirety of our childhood! Right Fitz?"

“Right, you did absolutely anything to spend time with her” Fitz agreed, “including, learning ancient hieroglyphics. You’d stare at her for hours while she read and drew them in her notebook.”

“Woahh! Whats this? An unrequited love?” Ro teased, “perhaps we should write a ballad about it, call it ‘The balled of Y/n and Keefe’ yeah?” 

Keefe scowled at his bodyguard, "shut up” he said while rolling his eyes. 

“Anyway, as I was saying” Biana continued, turning to face Sophie. “She had this phase with ciphers and hieroglyphics one summer and she got really good at reading them, she could definitely lend us a hand with…well all of these.” Biana said motioning towards the huge pile of scrolls sprawled out on the table. 

"But the problem is," Fitz sighed while running a hand through his hair, “We haven't spoken with her in almost 5 years,” he explained, “and don't you think it'd be a bit rude to suddenly show up to her home asking for help to read some very suspicious scrolls?”

“True,” Dex agreed, “I’d be pretty freaked out if a group of people showed up in my house after not talking to me for like 5 years just to go ‘Hey! Wanna help me understand what all these lines and squiggles mean! You know, just for old times' sake? Also, I can't at all explain to you why we need to know what these scrolls say or where they came from. Sorry!” 

The group of teens all unanimously heaved out a sigh, another possible solution slipping away.

“Alright...well what if we send just one of you three over?” Sophie suggested, “She’s more likely to help one of you rather than a 7 of us strangers right?”

“Oh perfect! I’ll light leap home to get changed and then come back to pick up the scrolls, it shouldnt take more than 15 minutes.” Biana said while standing up.

“Don't you think we should send Keefe?” Ro asked, “that way if she says no, he and her can just have a smooch fest to make up for the lost time?” Ro said while wrapping her arms around herself and making kissing sounds at Keefe. Him shoving her face away from his with a firm push.

“No way, Y/n is too mature to deal with either Keefe or Biana's childish behavior. In all honesty, I'm our best bet at getting her to help us.” Fitz said confidently, trying to hide his smug look.

Biana gasped, "What?! Me and Y/n were like best friends, she's more likely to trust me than either of you shady boys. Also-"

"Key word," Fitz interrupted, "were like best friends."