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𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 ♥️

hey all, sorry for not posting for so long, here is one of the requested pac's. this reading is about the attractive and sexy things about you that you don't realise. there are two parts, general and from your person's pov. hope you enjoy!

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pile one

in general, the sexy things you do without knowing are represented by eight of pentacles, eight of wands rv and death. with two eights here, i'm seeing your body type could be a major cause of your sexiness. it could be your chest or your booty, maybe you have curves or an obvious hourglass or pear figure. there are definitely parts of your body that people notice and find sexy. it could also be your eyes too, your eyes are sensual without you realising.

i think you have an air of mystery around you, you are private and don't like to show everything to the world in the way some other people do. it could be your body, your style, your business, even your plans for the weekend. but this privacy you have for yourself makes you seem like an enigma to others. people find the mystery sexy because then you leave it up to them to think what you are really like. mystery is just sexy anyway, so it doesn't need a lot of explaining.

furthermore, i see you being labelled as "hard to get" some may joke about you playing hard to get. maybe you're not even playing, you're just plainly not interested but others will still thank that way, that you are not easy. maybe you do it on purpose, maybe you don't i get i a mix here. but overall, others think it is hard work to get close to you whether romantically, sexually or platonically. you intimidate others with your no bullshit attitude and they find that attractive. what is rare is sought after. so many people will think you are "sexier" because there is a limited number of people you will allow your time and energy towards.

for your person, what they find sexy about you is your brightness and optimism. it is weird to describe traits like that in a "sexy" way however, i do see this. the person you are thinking of finds it so attractive how bright you are, how so many people look towards you when you don't realise. like you're nonchalant or unbothered by the attention. your confidence is also so sexy, your bravery in standing for what you believe and finding success chasing your dreams. you don't let things stand in your way.

this person really loves your back, they find it so sexy. i think you may actually be insecure about your back or just think it is not sexy, but trust me your person loves your back so much. they love your arms. they love when you are topless. they love when you wear dresses and skirts. they love when you love down at them, they get really turned on. i also think if you wear cute, coquette frilly and lace style of clothes/details on your clothes, they find it sexy. like cute lingerie or clothes in general. even floral, they find it so hot even though it's just your style preference. if not, then they want you to wear more of it because it is so sexy to them.

pile two

i think sometimes the clothes you wear and the way you hold yourself is sexy to others. it might be normal to you, you just wear what you want to wear. but some people might find it a little sexy even if you don't intend it that way. and the way you carry yourself, i see a lot of confidence here. good posture, the way you sit, particularly the way you lean down is very sexy. like say you dropped something and bent down to get it, it is quite sexy if someone saw it they wouldn't be able to stop thinking about the image. i'm seeing bending down and your hair falling or moving in that direction, like something out of a movie. but then when you fix your hair after standing back up, that is also sexy.

i think your hands are also sexy which you might not realise. people might like seeing you hold something because there is something about the way you hold things, your hands and fingers look so graceful and sexy. i see you might also be a bit clumsy, i'm seeing stars in your eyes or little stars spinning around your head. you could be a clumsy person, doing or saying silly things. in a way, this is sexy to others because they see you as a cute little, bright eyed, starry eyed thing. i get a hint of corruption here, people find it so sexy because you seem innocent and sweet but they're having different thoughts.

i see others may think you'd make a good mother or parent in general. you are seen as wife material. not the type to have a casual fling with. someone to settle down with. this is sexy because they think of having a family, how you would be as a mother. because of this, you might attract people who have breeding kinks. this message is random but yeah, the people who think you'd make a good wife and mother (or father/parent) would find you sexy because they want to breed you.

for your person, who you are thinking of, they will love your shoulders and collarbone. like i'm seeing someone kissing their a lot. they would love when you wear strapless tops or dresses. they also find it sexy when you wear gloves. the way you style your hair is sexy. again, i see when you hold things in your hand, with your person you might be holding something more particular if you get my drift, they find it sexy.

this is an odd one to look out for but i'm seeing that they find it sexy when you are emotional and crying. definitely be careful for people who are just trying to manipulate you, but i'm seeing this in a way that they like when you cry during sexy times or when you have emotional sex. for this person, emotions are a big turn on so sometimes even when you're being genuine with emotions, they can get excited by it because it is somehow sexy to them.

pile three

hey pile three. the sexy things you do without realising are represented by the hermit, justice and two of cups rv. with the hermit, i see that you have a sort of lone wolf vibe. you may have lots of friends or maybe not a lot but either way you look confident even when you are by yourself. people look at you and see that you don't need to be surrounded by people to feel confident. they think you are confident without people. you don't need anyone else to fill your inner life because you make it rich enough already. i think you also take things at your own pace, you don't conform to things easily. i'm seeing a scenario where most people are easily influenced by things they see in the internet on tiktok, but you are not so influenced. you won't follow trends for the sake of following trends but rather you'll follow things if they suit you. so people would think it is attractive because in an age where everyone thinks the same because we all consume the same, you stand out and can think for yourself. a lone wolf and smart is how i'm seeing you and it is attractive to others.

with justice, it is similar to what i previously said, you are strong in your beliefs and the things you follow. you don't believe things just because others believe it. you have your convictions. you are truthful and upright in your own regard. you judge others fairly. i think some may think you are a bit stuck up in this sense, because you stand out from fitting in with others. but i see that some still find this sexy, even those who don't like it. like, i see them thinking "i wish i was like pile three" or "i want to be with someone like pile three" but at the same time they will say "pile three is judgemental and stuck up". but still people find this attractive. there is nothing sexier than a person who knows themselves and believes themselves.

lastly, the things you don't realise are sexy, i see you personal style. i think when you wear formal attire or you dress up for an occasion, people love it! they find it so surprising and sexy for some reason. dressed smart but flashy. also, wearing high contrast colours or outfits with contrasting components makes you look sexy. in terms of your style, when you pair two colours together, it looks really good and others will think positively of your style. honestly i think again the way you are out of sync with others makes you unknowingly sexy. it's giving hot aquarius vibes, don't conform to society, doesn't think like everyone else. i also see that your shoulders and even collarbone, as well as your forearms are the physical parts fo you that people would find sexy.

for your person, what they find sexy is represented by three of wands, queen of swords rv and the artist. the way you are in control of your life and your future makes others feel proud but also scared of you, if that makes sense. and it makes them more attracted to you. for example, they would think you can sustain yourself without them and it scares them because they don't want to be without you but at the same time your power and confidence is sexy. also, your passions to travel and learn continuously comes up.

okay i'm seeing that you may have a no bullshit attitude, however, sometimes it can come off as a lack of empathy for others. whether true or not, what your person finds sexy is how you are the opposite with them. how you can trust and be soft with them and how you will confront your flaws and work on yourself as a part of your journey. and i think it is perceived as sexy because not a lot of people can do this honestly. and even when you do, it is difficult but you don't sugarcoat it. the power and the confidence and the creativity you have makes them so attracted to you and you would never think that they find it an appealing aspect of yourself.

pile four

i'm going to start with your persons perspective pile four because i'm relly excited by what they have to say. you are literally marriage material to them, or at least "i want to spend the rest of my life with them" and they find it so darn sext pile four! they love the joy and victory you bring into their life, as well as the simplicities, the domesticity. they see a beautiful and bright future with you. and i also lowkey see like the sweet forbidden fruit, so maybe you and this person aren't supposed to be together or you don't expect it and it makes the connection a bit more tense but exciting. it brings that spiciness, they aren't suppose to have you but they still want you and believe you will have a future together and that's hot to them.

i see you hands, when you're holding something long if you get my drift. your person would love it if when you giving them some hand action, it goes both ways but i'm mainly seeing the hand holding a stick so you're either playing with them or yourself. again, goes both ways. it could also be just holding random things, they find your hands so pretty so you could be holding the tv remote and they'll think it's sexy. you mind is stimulating also, you and your person could be people who need intellectual stimulation rather than physical and visual alone. your mind is like a maze they want to get lost in, they get turned on by your witty remarks and banter especially when flirting, they just want to kiss your face off.

and lastly, i see that your peaceful aura is so attractive to them. one wouldn't think calm and cosy vibes is a sexy thing to to your person and many others, peace and comfort is a turn on. you stay away from drama. like sure, everyone loves a bit of drama but i mean this in the sense that you aren't actively involved in drama, nor the cause of it, and can easily distance yourself from drama caused by other people. they love seeing you overcome things, and this makes you attractive to them because it furthers the agenda that you are the person they want to spend their future with, someone who is peaceful and warm.

now for the things in general that you do not realise are sexy. i see hands again. so not only your person, but others in general find that you have pretty nice hands. when you're holding things. i'm seeing the curve of your hand or your arm, the same and size can be a turn on for some. it could also represent the way you create opportunities for yourself. i see that you also look or act rich. whether you are rich or not doesn't matter, just the way you hold yourself, like you come from a good background. definitely a desirable feature that makes you sexier.

i think some of you may have had a glow up or your looks significantly changed. could also just be something as simple as your clothing style or hair colour that changed. this change in your appearance makes you sexier. it may not seem much to you, like say you just changed your hair colour. but others, especially the opposite sex or desired sex, find you more sexy after the change. i think you may not go out a lot, like hanging out with friends or attending parties. maybe it is not you thing. but when you do go out, everyone is excited to see you. like, you are rare to others, so people find it mysterious and kind of cherished. it makes you more desired. you may think "oh im so lonely and boring" but others are like "when will pile four hang out with us? i really want to see them" and lastly, i see the trust you have in yourself and the world or god, you seem so content and peaceful pile four and it makes you so sexy and desirable.

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[orellazalonia]

Date Prank

Summary: You prank your boyfriend Bucky Barnes by texting him not to forget “date night,” even though no such date exists. He panics, thinking he forgot something important, and scrambles to figure out the details. (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Word Count: 700+

A/N: I’ve seen this on my fyp a lot to be honest. So, I wanted to try bringing it to life here. It’s more dialogue than anything as a disclaimer. Happy reading!

Main Masterlist

You were bored. Bucky was off on a short mission, in and out, nothing dangerous. He was allegedly due back today. You’d cleaned the apartment, done laundry, re-watched two episodes of your favorite series, and were now lying sideways on the couch with your phone dangling from your hand, staring at the screen.

And then an idea popped into your head. A wonderful, slightly chaotic, idea. One that would absolutely mess with your boyfriend, the former Winter Soldier, who was now soft and entirely susceptible to your antics.

Grinning, you opened your messages and typed:

You: Don’t forget our date tonight 💗 I’m so excited!! Been looking forward to it all week.

And then, you waited. You knew for a fact there was no date planned. You'd joked about going out once he got back from his mission, but no time, no location, no plan. It was a vague "sometime soon" kind of thing.

Which is exactly why this was perfect. The message went through, and just under a minute later, you saw the typing bubbles appear.

Then vanish. Then come back. Then vanish again.

You snorted. He was already spiraling.

Finally, a message popped up:

Bucky: Wait. What date? I thought it was tomorrow? I didn’t forget. Just… remind me where again?

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

You: 😔 I even bought that dress you liked. It’s fine if you forgot. I know you’ve been busy…

That ought to do it. Within seconds, he called you.

You picked up, keeping your voice as sad and innocent as possible. “Hey, Buck…”

“Doll, I swear, I didn’t forget. I just- I think I mixed up the date in my head. I'm still on the quinjet, but I’ll be home in like twenty minutes, tops. Can you give me a hint? Where are we going? I’ll get ready fast, I promise. Just give me five minutes when I land, maybe ten. Hell, I’ll jump in the shower with my boots still on if I have to.”

You almost cracked right there. His voice was frantic, rushed, and so obviously distressed you had to pinch your thigh to stop yourself from laughing.

“You forgot,” You said quietly.

There was a pause. “No. I messed up. There’s a difference. I wouldn’t forget something that matters to you.”

Oh, now he was pulling out the sincerity. That made it harder. Still, you let the silence drag.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” He added, voice lower now. “You can yell at me if you want. Or hit me with one of those little pillows. I deserve it.”

That did it.

You burst out laughing. “James Buchanan Barnes, there is no date tonight.”

Another pause. “…What?”

You grinned. “I made it up to mess with you.”

Another pause. Then a deep sigh. “You’re evil.”

“I know.”

“Like, actual villain-tier evil.”

You giggled and rolled onto your back. “You should’ve seen your messages. You were panicking so bad.”

“I was already mentally listing restaurants,” He muttered. “And what shirt goes with those black jeans. I almost asked Sam to turn the jet around and drop me directly on the balcony.”

“You would’ve died if I told you we had dinner reservations and I was already waiting in a fancy dress.”

“Don’t test me, woman.”

You could practically hear him pouting.

“C’mon,” You teased. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” He grumbled. “I’m emotionally wounded. There’s a difference.”

You laughed again, lighter this time. “You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Excuse me?”

He sighed again, and you could hear the smile in his voice now. “I love you. But you better be prepared for revenge.”

“Oh no,” You gasped dramatically. “What kind of revenge?”

He was silent for a moment, then said in a low, dangerous voice, “Tickles.”

You sat bolt upright. “You wouldn’t.”

“Tickles until you beg for mercy. Until you confess your sins. Until you swear never to prank me again.”

“You’re a monster.”

“You poked the bear, sweetheart.”

You squealed and heard him laugh on the other end.

“See you in twenty minutes,” He said, still grinning. “And don’t think locking the door’s gonna save you.”

You hung up quickly, eyes wide as you looked over at the door.

He was going to get you for this.

But damn, it was worth it.

[saeun]

ꪆ୧ ── REAP WHAT YOU SOW ┊ LOVE TO LOSE ﹑ JJK. ⤿ starring: gojo satoru x fem!reader.

꒰ heart to none ﹢ if only he knew karma would come back to bite his ass a few years later. now he misses his ex while she's moved on.

𖧷 · love, ‘su: nothing much!! just moments of him suffering

co-parenting with satoru truly isn't all butterflies. as reserved and respectful as he is (to a selected few), satoru never hesitated to taunt you whenever you mentioned going on dates.

“a date? hmm, good luck with that.”

“if it happens to kick off, good for you, but i don't want him near my child.”

“how exciting! i hope it fails.”

those are just some examples of his behaviour. he's vocal about disliking you and the idea of sharing you. had he known beforehand he'd become slightly possessive, he would've avoided you and relationships altogether.

loving someone his mind hates but his heart longs for isn't an experience he'd wish upon his worst enemy — it's too much. the wretched feeling in his chest deepens whenever he's with the kid; scenarios of you being beside him at that very moment flashes before his eyes, but his pride's too high to crash whatever you're doing.

that doesn't stop him from texting, however. he never had an issue with double—triple texting you. if he had something to say (which is never anything important), he'll say it.

satoru: hey.

satoru: did you forget you have a family at home?

satoru: my child's asleep btw, we had fun all day.

you: my* child. not yours.

satoru: so what am i, an elf on babysitting duties?

you: sure if that's what you want. now stop texting my phone.

satoru: what if i'm dying?

you: i'd pop some champagne. throw something on the grill. light up a cigarette, even.

satoru: you don't even like cigarettes.

you: exactly. now bye i'll be there for six.

yeah, there's no doubt that you'll never entertain him again. he, too, wouldn't entertain himself if he was in your position. sure, he was an ass in the relationship but— you're both older and wiser. maybe you can put the differences aside and come together? a flat no is what you'd answer.

satoru doesn't even hear from you often; most of your activity reports come from your child who excitedly tells their father the details, wishing he was there.

“you guys had fun. i wish i was there too, bub.”

a sentimental tone settled in his voice. he's suffering the consequences of his actions, and he desperately needs you to help him through it.

just like old times: you'd be there for him, going along with whatever he needed to calm down. whether it's wanting to be in you or on you— as long as your arms were wrapped around him.

but it's all a memory now. a bitter one.

do you show your vulnerable side to the guys you date, too? do you hold them the way you held him? do they even know what you like? do they know you the way he knows you?

jealousy, regret, longing— everything mixes in his mind. his stomach aches. it feels as though his insides are hollow.

he adores your child. they look mostly like him, but the personality stems from you. the attitude, tantrums, even the way they hold things — it's all you. he guesses the kid's observed you and eventually picked up your habits. satoru relates; after all, he still has some of your habits he picked up.

as the clock ticks on, his fingers hover over the keyboard on his phone. somehow, he found himself in your pinned chat— debating whether he should text or not. he's been typing and deleting for the past ten minutes. unless you're not on the app, there's no way you didn't notice the ‘typing...’ under his contact name.

satoru: i've been thinking.

(message deleted)

satoru: fuck your date let's get back together.

(message deleted)

satoru: or whatever you're doing right now. let me apologize — it's been years. our baby's four now.

(message deleted)

satoru: hey.

you: what's with these deleted messages?

you: are you okay?

he wonders. is he okay? would you come over if he said no? are you going to be mad if he re-sent what the deleted messages said?

satoru: uhhh yeah. everything's fine.

satoru: i'm bored that's why.

satoru: you should totally come over.

you: no.

you: talk to you later.

satoru: please? i'm serious.

you: fine.

satoru: might as well spend the night.

(message deleted)

satoru: thanks.

(message delivered)

“well fuck...” he sighs, raking his fingers through his hair. he doesn't have anything to say nor do with you. actually, he does — he has quite a few, but he wouldn't push your buttons. he'd love to, but the chances of him receiving a slap is high.

[thankskenpenders]

At long last, the trailer for Sonic movie 3 is here, giving us our first look at Shadow! It looks like a fun time, though my excitement is probably more tempered than a lot of peoples' due to a few things I have mixed feelings on. Here are my off-the-cuff thoughts about it.

Shadow

Yes, it does seem like they've really nailed Shadow here. Fowler's attachment to the character clearly shows. The action looks cool and really sells Shadow as a serious threat. He's got his bike, he's doing Chaos Control all over the place, it's great. Keanu is very much just doing his regular voice, but it fits well enough. The backstory from SA2 seems to mostly be there, though I'm sure some details will be adjusted. Mostly I'm still just amazed that we're getting a major tentpole blockbuster movie this Christmas starring Shadow the fucking Hedgehog that treats him as a serious character worthy of respect. We've come such a long way...

I mean, just... what an image to see on the big screen.

I also really like the way they're setting Shadow up as a foil for movie Sonic, kind of his dark mirror image as a Mobian hedgehog whose family life on Earth ended in tragedy and turned him into a vengeful antagonist. It's pretty straightforward, but it works well.

Robotnik(s)

Welp. They put Jim Carrey in a fat suit. I suppose we knew this day would come eventually.

I guess a small part of me is glad that movie Eggman finally actually looks like Eggman in every way that matter, but they're completely playing it as a joke at his expense here. And, yeah, the Sonic franchise isn't immune to fat jokes, the early years of the franchise (particularly Western adaptations) gave Sonic tons and tons and tons of jabs about Eggman's weight. But I thought we'd moved past that. But here we are with a depressed movie Robotnik binge eating and gaining a lot of weight like Fat Thor and the other characters think he's so GROSS and look his clothes don't even fit him anymore, haha! There's so much of this crammed into the trailer. I can only pray they don't do this in every fucking scene he's in in the movie.

I do like the plot of Sonic reluctantly teaming up with Robotnik to try and stop Shadow, though. It's very different from SA2, but we knew it would be, and I think that gives the movie some potential for Sonic to have kind of a dark turn of his own that mirror's Shadow's. I have a feeling that Sonic will try to get back at Shadow for something he does - maybe hurting Tom or something like that - and in the end Sonic sympathizes with Shadow and decides they have to stop their cycle of revenge, teaming up to stop some final threat.

Oh, and, of course... Jim Carrey is also playing Professor Gerald. Who might still be alive? Or maybe it's a hallucination on Ivo's part? I don't know, but either way, I'm here for it. Everyone joked about them doing it and then they went and did it. Yes, it risks playing him as a joke character, but the shot of him and Shadow mourning Maria while surrounded by GUN soldiers makes me believe he won't be a total joke. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the true final antagonist of the film, which would diverge a lot from the games but would work as its own version of the story.

And again, WHAT an image to see on the big screen lmao

Everyone else

The human cast is VERY downplayed in this trailer, but let's not forget that they're still going to get a lot of screentime one way or another. The Sonic 2 trailer barely showed anything from Hawaii. Where oh where is my best friend Wade?

Speaking of the Wade show, Knuckles... frankly still seems to be mostly a comic relief character heavily influenced by MCU Thor here, getting some jokes in the trailer but immediately getting Worfed by Shadow when it comes time to fight. Tails seems to be flying the gang around in a real-ass helicopter, and his big pilot's helmet is funny, but otherwise he doesn't really do anything here aside from getting stomped by Shadow. I really hope they don't get sidelined too hard, but frankly I fully expect them to, Tails especially.

And, of course... I can't help but think about who isn't here. Namely: the girls. Yes, three movies and one streaming miniseries into this film franchise, exactly zero of the female (animal) characters from the games have made the jump to live action. Please allow me to bitch about this.

Despite her being both 1) a main character in the game this movie is loosely adapting and 2) my fave, I suppose I can understand why Rouge isn't here. Paramount took one look at that bat cleavage and went "nope," cowards that they are. There was some speculation that Kristen Ritter could be playing Rouge, but we now know she's just playing someone at GUN. But, again, I at least get why they'd be hesitant to include her.

But Amy... Amy is such a glaring omission at this point. There's no excuse. She's the female lead of the franchise. She's one of Sonic's closest friends. (Honestly, these days it's more accurate to say Team Sonic is Sonic, Tails, and Amy, not Knuckles, especially in the comics.) And she's also a key player in Shadow's arc in the game. Shadow has his change of heart because Amy reminds him of Maria! And yet, she's nowhere to be seen. It sucks.

(I know some fans are still holding out hope for Amy, but the toys for the movie already leaked and she didn't get anything, so I have to assume she's not in it.)

It's not like I really expected either of them to be in this movie, but that doesn't make it less disappointing that they set up the film franchise in a way that makes it logistically difficult to include 90% of the characters and conveniently managed to leave all of the girls in the "low priority" pile. Yes, I know everyone points to how much Tails was downplayed in the third act of Sonic 2 as evidence that it's just so impossible to introduce more than one new Mobian character in each movie and give them the focus they deserve. Yes, I know having to come up with a story excuse to bring more characters over to Earth is an obstacle, especially when they're gonna have to devote time to Shadow's backstory. But these are excuses. It's a writer's job to figure out solutions to problems like this. They could make it work if they really wanted to. I'd take Amy having a suboptimal amount of screentime over her not being in it at all. It's just not a priority for them. That's what disappoints me. You can justify these absences from a logical perspective, but I just care way more about Amy and Rouge as characters than I do about Shadow, so there's no way for this to not sting.

But, at the end of the day, for what the movie is actually trying to do, it seems to be pulling it off well. Aside from the fat jokes. I don't like the fat jokes. But the Shadow stuff is good. As always, this live action version of the franchise is never going to be my ideal version of Sonic, but it's turned out far better than it had any right to, and I'll probably have fun when I go see this in theaters and hear Live and Learn.

[pip-see]

Originally this was supposed to be a nicest fic where they went to an author meet and greet that Lin Ling likes but ig it turned into this so like the beginning of how Lin Ling found the books series.

Lin Ling clutched onto things like a desperate man trying to stay a float in harsh and dark waters.

Moon had been one of those things. She had given him strength with her words and Lin Ling felt like he made it through the days just only by seeing her face through flashing pixels through a screen. Hearing her voice saying words of encouragement made him feel like he had ample energy to go on with life and live.

She had given him hope and Lin Ling clung to it with all he had.

Moon had been the main thing that supported him through the last two years of his life, the other thing beside her was not as well known and popular as the hero's. But rather a simple books series.

Lin Ling had thought it childish at one point that he clung desperately to words written on paper. He still thought that but not as much as he did before.

-

He saw the books in a small little bookshop window the place was squeezed in between a tiny Arcade and an out of date record shop. The books were worn in use, the spines creased, the pages an soft mix of white and yellow. Lin Ling had taken interest as soon as he caught the glimpse of the book.

Lin Ling walked in the shop without thinking, grabbed the book that was on display, and began to read the synopsis that was on the back.

He didn't notice the shop keeper had walked out from somewhere in between the shelves, but a small graying lady looked at him and smiled. “ I enjoyed that series when I was quite young,” she said, her voice startling Lin Ling, making him jump and almost drop the book.

“I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturbed you.” He apologized, his heart going back to a steady pace after the sudden scare. “It's just that the cover fascinated me.”

Blue and white intricate details were wrapped around the spine and cover of the book emitting a whimsical and calming vibe that Lin Ling had been drawn to immediately at the sight.

“You're fine dear. You're actually the first customer to come in here today in no bother at all really” The lady gestured to the book. “Did you read the summary? If it doesn't interest you I can help you find something more suitable for you. I know people nowadays aren't interested in Found family books.”

His grip tightened about the book but he didn't make a move to put the book back.

Lin Ling shook his head. “No, it's interesting. It's just I was never much of a reader before.”

“Ah,”She shook her head in understanding. “ I understand. Those books are very beginner friendly. A little hefty read with four books in the series but quite compelling.”

Four books in the series, she said and Lin Ling thought of his steadily draining bank account and knew he couldn't afford that. The book was interesting, the summary had drawn his attention and the quick flip through of the pages seemed that the writing style was simple and easy. But four books seemed like a lot which meant a lot more money.

The lady must've seen something flick in his eyes and she spoke up. “There on sale. Everything's on sale.” She looked sad as she said this and Lin Ling felt back about accidentally bringing it up. “We're closing at the end of this month. Not enough attention and we used to have. 130 Yuan for all of them.”

130 Yuan wasn't bad, maybe it stopped him from getting the expensive ramen he got for lunch but he could go to the cheaper one.

The ramen was good in his stomach but the books would cure boredom. And as much as his boss wanted him to work, Lin Ling wanted something for himself. Something that he could enjoy. Something to forget what he did at work and then sneers he received from his boss and co-workers.

He wanted something that was entirely his own.

He grabbed the other three books and put them on the checkout counter.

“I'll buy them.”

[the-offside-rule]

Sam Winchester (Supernatural) - Deal with a Demon

Requested: yes

Prompt: Sam meets a cross road demon to make a deal and is given the opportunity of a lifetime

Warnings: mentions of blood, demon

The moon hung low in the sky, painting the abandoned crossroads in pale light. Sam Winchester paced, his boots crunching the gravel beneath his feet. Finally, he stopped, drew a deep breath, and opened the small tin in his hand. The contents? A mix of graveyard dirt, bone ash, and blood, all emptied into the center of the crossroads. As he finished the ritual, he took a step back, waiting.

And then she appeared.

She stepped out of the shadows with a sway in her hips, her gaze sharp and predatory as she looked Sam up and down. She was striking—dark eyes glinting with amusement, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, well." She purred, folding her arms over her chest. "I’ve never met a Winchester before. I’ve only heard of you." Sam shrugged, trying to keep his tone nonchalant despite the nerves crawling up his spine. "I hope I can live up to what you’ve heard."

The demon’s lips curled into a wider grin as she tilted her head. "Oh, I’m sure you’ll manage. Now-" She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the gravel. "What does one of the infamous Winchesters need from little old me?"

Sam exhaled through his nose, his jaw tightening. "I want to make a deal." Her brow arched with genuine curiosity. "A deal? You don’t strike me as the type to go handing over your soul so easily. I would’ve thought I would meet your brother first."

"It's not for me." He clarified, his tone earnest. "There’s a demon on the loose, one that’s too powerful for anyone to stop it, the colt is out of bullets, and-" He hesitated, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I’m out of options."

At this, the demon barked out a laugh, an almost musical sound that sent a chill up Sam’s spine. "I'm sorry. Sam Winchester, the anti-Christ prodigy, needs me to deal with a demon?" She grinned wickedly, leaning toward him. "What’s wrong, Sam? All out of miracles?" Sam rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched. "I’m not the anti-Christ. I’m only human."

"See-" She teased, wagging her finger playfully. "There’s your problem. You Winchesters forget that little detail sometimes." Sam’s expression darkened, frustration etched into his features. "Are you going to help me or not?" She tapped her chin in mock consideration, her eyes dancing with mischief. "You’re lucky I’m in a generous mood tonight, Sam. I’ll help you." Sam blinked, surprise flickering across his face. "Just like that?"

"Well." She purred. "It’s not like you’re offering me much of a challenge here." She took a step closer, invading his space as her voice dropped into something silkier. "But… I’m curious. What do you think I should get in return?" Sam frowned, cautious. "Whatever you want." The demon’s grin widened as she pretended to think, her finger trailing absently over her bottom lip. Finally, her eyes locked on his, and she smiled sweetly, too sweetly. "I want to see you again, Sam. On better terms. Maybe next time, you’ll be asking me for something more useful."

Sam blinked, visibly caught off guard. "Wait… that’s it?" She shrugged nonchalantly, though her tone was firm. "Unless you want something else?" He looked at her in disbelief. "You're name for one. I'd like to know who I am dealing with."

"Well, that changes things then." She leaned in, her face just inches from his, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "If I tell you my name, you obviously need to kiss me to seal the deal, but instead of your soul, I would like you to make a promise to me that we’ll meet again—one way or another." Sam’s brows furrowed, clearly torn between confusion and suspicion. "You’re not asking for my soul?"

The demon chuckled, shaking her head. "Not today, Sammy. Take the deal, or don’t. Your call." Sam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked her in the eye, the weight of his decision hanging between them. "Name first." She smiled. "Well, who am I to deny a pretty boy such as yourself." She held her hand out, a smile on her face as he eyed her hand. "Y/n." He sighed, lifting his hand to take hers. "You have your deal, Y/n."

She grinned victoriously, slipping her hand into his. The handshake sent a jolt through Sam, cold and electric, before she pulled him closer. Her hand rested on his cheek as she leaned in, pressing her lips softly to his. It was a fleeting kiss, but enough to make Sam’s heart skip uncomfortably. She stepped back with a smug smile. "Well, nice to see the rumours are true." She said, wiping her thumb against her lower lip. "And what's that?" He asked. "You just kiss so well." A blade appeared in her hand, its dark surface glinting in the moonlight. She held it out to him, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. "This blade will kill anything, archangel, demon, you name it."

Sam took it carefully, staring at the weapon in awe. "Thanks. Thank you, so much." Y/n's expression softened slightly, though her smirk lingered. "I should be thanking you. But until next time, Sam Winchester." And with that, she disappeared into the night, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of sulfur.

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Sam walked into the motel room, the blade tucked safely under his jacket. Dean was sprawled on one of the beds, cleaning his gun when he looked up, immediately narrowing his eyes. "Where’d you get that?" Dean asked, nodding to the weapon. "Don’t worry about it." Sam muttered, setting the blade down on the table. Dean’s brow furrowed, a knowing look crossing his face. "You didn’t—" He sat up straighter, pointing a finger at his brother. "You didn’t summon a crossroad demon, did you?"

Sam sighed, rubbing his temple. “Dean—”

"Come on, man! You said you were going to grab some food!" Dean cut him off, his voice firm. "How long did they give you?" Sam hesitated before shaking his head. "It wasn’t like that. She didn’t ask for my soul." Dean stared at him incredulously. "What, was it her first day or something? She forget that part?"

"She didn’t want my soul." Sam repeated, his voice quieter. "She just…wanted to see me again." For a beat, Dean just stared at him, processing. Then, slowly, a grin crept onto his face. "Hold on; are you dating demons again, Sammy?" Sam groaned, dropping into the chair across from Dean and scowling. "I’m not dating her." Dean laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back against the headboard. "That’s a new one, man. Next thing I know, you’re gonna be bringing her home for dinner."

Sam shot him a glare, but Dean just chuckled again, clearly amused. "Well, you always had weird taste." Sam sighed, staring down at the blade on the table. "Let’s just focus on killing this demon first, okay?" Dean smirked, grabbing a beer from the nightstand. "Whatever you say, lover boy."

Sam groaned again, but he couldn’t help the faint tug of a smile as he thought about the crossroads demon and her parting words. Something told him this wouldn’t be the last time he saw her.

[skateordiebitch]

okayy i have a request that may be a little messy but hear me out: you and dom spend a night together but dont exchange any info at all, you just know each others names (maybe not even that) because you both just wanted a one night thing

but afterwards he cant stop thinking about you and tries to find you but has no idea how, until you start meeting each other in random places idk, maybe hes not even famous in this one just a normal guy idk about the rest lol

btw i love the way you write dom

FOR THE FIRST TIME || D.F x reader

'and i'm not trying to forget her just understand how i'll be feeling on that day it's just like seeing her for the first time again'

word count: 4.1k

summary: dominic can't stop thinking about you after a one night stand. you guys don't know a thing about each other... but, the universe works in mysterious ways.

a/n: I'M BACK Y'ALL. I PROMISE. i just worked for three weeks straight and now that black friday's over... i'm back in business, baby! this one is inspired by the prompt (obviously) and 'for the first time' by mac demarco. so cuteeee aaaa this is lowkey how me and my ex girlfriend got together ssshhhhhh anyways

The neon lights outside the bar glowed faintly in the humid night air, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the sidewalk. You didn’t know why you’d come out tonight, only that you needed something to shake up the monotony of your week.

Inside, the music pulsed loudly, a mix of bass-heavy tracks and the low hum of laughter and conversation.

You spotted him almost instantly—leaning casually against the bar, nursing a drink with a disarmingly relaxed demeanor. 

His tousled hair framed his face in a way that made it seem like he hadn’t tried at all, but somehow, it worked. His eyes scanned the room lazily until they locked with yours, catching you mid-sip of your drink.

Dominic didn’t know what drew him to you. 

Maybe it was the way you didn’t seem interested in the crowd around you, or the way you caught his gaze and didn’t immediately look away. Whatever it was, he found himself abandoning his spot at the bar and walking toward you without really thinking.

“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth but with just a hint of hesitation, as if he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, setting your glass down and arching an eyebrow at him.

He smiled, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. “You look like you don’t want to be here any more than I do.”

You let out a soft laugh. “That obvious?”

“Only to someone who feels the same.” He tilted his head toward the bar. “Can I get you another drink?”

The hours that followed felt like a blur of conversation and laughter. You didn’t know his name, and he didn’t ask for yours. It wasn’t like the usual small talk at bars—this was different. 

Easy. 

You talked about the music, joked about the questionable dance moves of a guy near the DJ booth, and exchanged just enough personal details to feel connected without giving too much away.

By the time you left together, the night was cool and quiet, a sharp contrast to the energy of the bar. 

Neither of you said much as you walked, the tension between you crackling like static.

His apartment was small but clean, the kind of place that told you he didn’t spend much time there. You kicked off your shoes at the door, and he watched you with an amused smile as you glanced around.

“No judgment,” he said, shrugging. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

You grinned. “It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting to end up here either.”

And then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The rest of the night passed in a haze of heat and tangled sheets, two strangers lost in a moment they both knew wouldn’t last.

By the time Dominic woke up, sunlight was streaming through the blinds, cutting through the room in soft streaks. The spot beside him was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.

He sat up, blinking groggily, and looked around. No note, no number. Just the faint scent of your perfume lingering in the air.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Well, okay then,” he muttered to himself, trying to brush off the pang of disappointment.

But as the day went on, he found himself replaying the night over and over. 

He didn’t even know your name, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about you—the way you’d laughed at his jokes, the way your eyes sparkled under the dim light, the way you’d looked at him like you really saw him.

He told himself it was nothing, that it didn’t matter. 

But it didn’t help.

A Week Later

Dominic tried to move on. He went out with friends, threw himself into work, and even started picking up old hobbies he’d long abandoned. 

He told himself he was fine, that one night didn’t matter. 

But no matter how much he tried to distract himself, the thought of you crept in at the most unexpected moments.

He would be in line at the grocery store and swear he caught a whiff of your perfume. Or he’d see someone in the crowd with your hair, your posture, your laugh, and his heart would lurch—only to feel that same sting of disappointment when it wasn’t you.

Even his friends noticed.

“You’ve been weird lately,” one of them pointed out during a game night at his apartment. They were all sitting on the floor, empty pizza boxes scattered around, the soft murmur of a playlist filling the silence between rounds of conversation.

“I’m not being weird,” Dominic replied, but his tone was sharp, defensive, betraying his unease.

“You are,” another friend chimed in, eyeing him curiously. “You’ve been spacing out for weeks. You keep staring off like you’re in a damn music video or something.”

Dominic scoffed, tossing a pillow at them. “I’m not doing that.”

“Yes, you are,” the first friend pressed. “What’s going on? Is it work? Family? Girl problems?”

At that, Dominic froze for half a second before shrugging it off. “It’s nothing,” he said, trying to sound casual as he took a sip of his drink.

But it wasn’t nothing.

It was you.

Dominic’s mind kept circling back to the way you’d looked at him that night—like he was someone worth knowing, worth trusting, even if just for a fleeting moment.

He remembered the sound of your laugh, the softness in your voice when you spoke, and the way your lips had felt against his.

He hated how ridiculous it all sounded. You were a stranger. He didn’t even know your name. And yet, the memory of you lingered like an unfinished song stuck in his head.

“You look like you’re plotting something,” one of his friends teased as Dominic stared at the ceiling later that night, the party winding down around him.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just—” He stopped himself, shaking his head.

“It’s just what?”

Dominic hesitated, his friends now watching him with interest. “You ever meet someone who feels… important, even though you barely know them?”

The room went quiet for a beat.

“Like a soulmate thing?” one of them asked, smirking.

Dominic rolled his eyes. “No. I don’t believe in that crap.”

“But you’re thinking about her,” another friend said knowingly.

He didn’t respond. 

What was there to say? That he’d spent weeks replaying a single night with someone he’d never see again? That he’d started scouring random bars on his nights off, hoping to spot you, even though he knew how unlikely it was?

It sounded insane.

Because it was insane.

Still, late at night, when the world was quiet and his mind wandered, Dominic couldn’t help but feel like your paths weren’t done crossing yet.

Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe it was something more.

All he knew was that he couldn’t forget you. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

—

You on the other hand— You told yourself it was fine after that night. Normal, even. People had one-night stands all the time, didn’t they? It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. 

You didn’t even know his name, for God’s sake.

It was ridiculous.

But as the days turned into weeks, you found yourself replaying the night in your head far more often than you wanted to admit. 

Little details kept creeping in when you least expected them: the way he’d laughed softly at something you’d said, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at you, the fleeting brush of his hand against your cheek before he kissed you like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

It wasn’t just the physical part of it that stuck with you, though that was unforgettable in its own right—it was everything else. 

The way he’d listened when you talked, like he actually cared, like every word mattered. The way he’d held you after, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your skin as if he didn’t want to let go.

You hated how your mind kept circling back to him, hated how you couldn’t even step into your favorite coffee shop without secretly hoping to see him standing at the counter. 

It was maddening.

“Earth to you,” your friend said, snapping their fingers in front of your face as you sat across from them at a cafe. “You’ve been staring at the same page of that menu for ten minutes.”

You blinked, shaking yourself out of the fog. “Sorry. I’m just… distracted.”

“Clearly.” They raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What’s his name?”

“There’s no ‘his,’” you lied quickly, but your face betrayed you, and they weren’t buying it.

“Come on,” they teased. “You’ve got that look. Spill.”

You sighed, knowing there was no way out. “It was just a one-night thing. We didn’t even exchange names. It’s not a big deal.”

Their eyes widened. “Okay, mysterious stranger. And now you’re... what? yearning over him?”

“I’m not yearning,” you insisted, even though it felt like a lie. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about him. It’s so stupid.”

“Not stupid,” they said, their teasing tone softening. “Just human. Maybe it was a really good night.”

“It was,” you admitted, almost shyly. “But it’s not like I’m going to see him again. It’s pointless.”

They shrugged, sipping their coffee. “You never know. The world works in weird ways.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the flicker of hope that their words sparked in you.

Later that night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, your mind betrayed you again. 

You remembered the way he’d smiled at you, crooked and a little shy, like he couldn’t believe his luck. 

The way his voice had sounded—low and soft, with just a hint of a laugh when he’d made some dumb joke that still managed to make you smile. The way his presence had made you feel, like for a few hours, the rest of the world didn’t exist.

You groaned, throwing an arm over your face. 

“Get over it,” you muttered to yourself, but it was no use. 

He was there in your mind, as vivid as the night you’d spent together, and you knew he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

—

Dominic wasn’t even supposed to be at the coffee shop that day.

He’d spilled coffee on his shirt at work and decided to stop for a fresh cup during his lunch break, grumbling the whole way about his clumsiness.

The warm scent of roasted coffee greeted him as he stepped inside. He barely glanced at the menu—he already knew his order. 

But as he waited in line, something else caught his attention.

A scent.

It wasn’t the usual mix of espresso and baked goods that filled the shop. This was different—soft, warm, and familiar. A subtle floral and citrus blend that instantly sent his mind spiraling back to that night weeks ago.

His chest tightened as he tried to brush off the thought. There was no way. It was just a coincidence. 

People wore similar perfumes all the time, right?

But then, someone brushed past him, murmuring a distracted “Sorry,” and the air shifted.

The scent grew stronger. He heard a laugh that was all too familiar.

Dominic froze. His head turned, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

You were at the counter, your back to him, rummaging through your bag as you spoke to the barista. 

For a moment, all he could do was stare, his heart thudding in his chest.

Was it you? Could it actually be you?

His gaze lingered, tracing the curve of your profile as you turned slightly to hand the barista some cash. Recognition hit him like a jolt of electricity. It wasn’t just the perfume—it was the way you carried yourself, the tilt of your head, the cadence of your voice.

It was you.

He stepped forward instinctively, his heart pounding, but stopped short as doubt crept in. 

What would he even say? He didn’t know your name, didn’t know anything about you beyond that one night. 

For all he knew, you wouldn’t even remember him.

But he couldn’t walk away, not now.

Dominic stayed rooted in place, watching as you waited for your drink. The moment your name wasn’t called—only the number on your receipt—he realized the universe was playing a cruel joke. 

Of course, the one thing he needed to know was the one thing you hadn’t shared.

You turned, drink in hand, and Dominic’s breath caught as your eyes swept the room, landing on him briefly before moving on.

For a split second, your expression shifted—just the faintest flicker of recognition. But you looked away just as quickly, heading toward a corner table with your phone in hand.

Dominic hesitated, his mind racing.

Should he say something? Could he?

The scent lingered in the air as you passed, tugging at his resolve. Without thinking, he followed, stopping a few feet away from your table.

“Hey,” he said, his voice tentative, his heart hammering in his chest.

You glanced up, startled, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow.

“It’s... you,” Dominic said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your brows knit together in confusion at first, but then your eyes widened slightly, your lips parting as the realization hit.

“It’s you,” you echoed, the words soft, almost disbelieving.

Dominic felt a rush of relief and something else—something warm and unsteady that he couldn’t quite name.

For weeks, he’d thought about you, about this moment, and now that it was here, he had no idea what to say.

The two of you found yourselves outside the coffee shop, sitting side by side on a worn wooden bench. 

The world around you bustled with the usual midday energy—cars passing, the chatter of patrons walking in and out of the shop—but it felt oddly quiet between you and Dominic.

“This is insane,” you said, breaking the silence. You were still trying to wrap your head around the impossibility of the moment. “I mean, what are the odds of running into you again?”

Dominic let out a soft laugh, his fingers fidgeting with the seam of his jeans. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing since I saw you. Honestly, I thought I’d never see you again.”

There was something raw in his voice, a quiet vulnerability that made your stomach flip. 

You turned to look at him, studying his face—the slightly messy hair, the faint scruff on his jaw, the way his eyes seemed to glimmer with something unreadable.

“Why?” you asked, your voice softer now. “Were you looking for me?”

His cheeks reddened instantly, and he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Maybe a little. Okay, a lot,” he admitted. “I… I don’t know. That night, it just stuck with me. You stuck with me. I don't know why.”

The confession made your chest feel both heavy and light at the same time, a strange and wonderful ache. 

You weren’t sure what to say at first, so you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“It stuck with me too,” you admitted finally, the words barely above a whisper.

When you glanced back up, Dominic was watching you, his gaze steady and unguarded, like he was trying to memorize every detail of your face. 

Relief flickered across his expression, mingling with something deeper, something you weren’t ready to name just yet.

You hesitated, a small, teasing smile tugging at your lips. “We don’t even know each other’s names,” you pointed out.

Dominic chuckled, the tension breaking slightly. “Then let’s start there,” he said, holding out his hand like this was some formal introduction. “I’m Dominic.”

You stared at his outstretched hand for a moment before slipping yours into it, feeling the warmth of his palm. “Nice to meet you, Dominic. I’m Y/N.”

The Next Few Weeks

After that chance encounter, it seemed like fate couldn’t keep the two of you apart. Everywhere you went, Dominic seemed to appear, like some cosmic joke you couldn’t escape.

The first time was at the grocery store. You’d been standing in the produce section, debating between two types of apples, when you caught sight of him a few aisles over, staring at a box of cereal like it held the secrets of the universe.

“Dominic?” you called, half-laughing.

He looked up, startled, before breaking into a grin. “We really have to stop meeting like this,” he joked as he strolled over.

"Lucky Charms?" You giggled, watching him toss the cereal box into his cart. "You're a child."

"Hey, what can I say? I've been feeling quite lucky, recently."

The second time was at your favorite bookstore. You’d been curled up in a corner, flipping through a novel, when a shadow loomed over you.

“Do you always hide back here?” You glanced up to find Dominic standing there, holding a coffee cup and smirking like he owned the place.

“Do you always stalk people in bookstores?” you shot back, unable to hide your smile.

By the third time—a random park you liked to walk through on weekends—you both gave up pretending it was just coincidence.

“I swear you’re following me,” you teased, bumping his shoulder as you walked side by side.

“Or maybe you’re following me,” he countered, his grin teasing as he offered you a bite of his ice cream cone.

What started as coincidence quickly turned into something deliberate. It wasn’t long before you both gave up pretending it was luck or fate. 

Numbers were exchanged during one of those run-ins—a bookstore meet-cute where Dominic scribbled his digits on the back of your receipt, sliding it across the table with a lopsided grin.

“I figure it’s easier than hoping we bump into each other again,” he said, his voice warm with teasing, though his gaze held a flicker of uncertainty. 

You’d smiled, tucking the receipt carefully into your bag, heart fluttering.

After that, the randomness became routine. 

Dominic started showing up at your favorite coffee shop, timing his visits to when he knew you’d be there. 

It wasn’t just that he came by—it was how effortlessly he fit into your day. He’d arrive unannounced but never empty-handed, always with your go-to drink in one hand and some thoughtful little snack in the other.

“I figured you might need this,” he’d say, sliding the cup across the table before settling into the seat across from you. 

His presence never felt imposing; it felt like something you’d been missing without realizing it.

One evening, after yet another coincidental meetup at the park, you invited him over to watch a movie. It was a casual offer, born out of the ease you felt around him, but the night turned into something more.

You’d picked a lighthearted comedy, but neither of you really watched it. 

The conversation flowed too naturally, each question peeling back another layer of who he was, who you were. 

You’d started out on opposite ends of the couch, but by the time the credits rolled, you were leaning against him, your head resting on his shoulder as he absently played with the edge of your sleeve.

“I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in years,” you said, your voice hushed in the dim glow of the TV.

Dominic chuckled softly. “Well, you have a good laugh,” he replied, his words so sincere they made your cheeks warm.

He stayed long after the movie ended, the two of you talking well into the night. 

There was a rare kind of comfort in it—like you’d known him far longer than a few weeks. It wasn’t just what he said; it was the way he listened. 

The way he leaned in slightly when you spoke, how his gaze never wavered, how he made you feel like the most important person in the room.

But beneath the laughter, the shared stories, and the easy silences, there was an unspoken tension simmering between you—a question neither of you dared to voice. 

The memories of your first night together lingered, casting a shadow that felt equal parts thrilling and terrifying. 

You both knew how this had started, but neither of you seemed ready to admit how far it had come.

It was in the way his eyes lingered a second too long when you caught him staring. In the way your fingers brushed when he handed you your coffee, and neither of you pulled away. It was in the way your goodbyes felt heavier with each passing night, like neither of you really wanted to leave.

Every interaction felt charged, as if you were both waiting for something—some sign, some moment to push you over the edge. 

But for now, you stayed in the in-between, caught in the delicate balance of something new and unspoken, something that already felt like it was changing everything.

—

It wasn’t until one night that everything finally came to a head. Dominic appeared at your door, a bottle of wine in one hand and his phone clutched in the other, his thumb nervously tapping against the screen. 

His usual confidence was replaced with a vulnerability that caught you off guard.

“Dom,” you greeted, stepping aside to let him in. “What’s up? You look…” You paused, watching as he hesitated just inside the doorway, clearly working up the courage to say something. “Nervous.”

He let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh… you could say that.” His eyes darted around the room as though he were looking for an escape route before he set the wine on your counter. “I need to tell you something.”

You leaned against the arm of the couch, folding your arms across your chest. “Okay… now you’re starting to freak me out. What’s going on?”

Instead of answering, he began pacing your living room, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Not just tonight—like, for days. Maybe weeks. Ever since we ran into each other at the coffee shop, I—”

“Dominic,” you interrupted, stepping closer, your voice gentle but firm. “Take a breath and just say it.”

He stopped pacing abruptly and turned to face you. His hands fidgeted at his sides before he stuffed them into his pockets, as though trying to anchor himself. 

“I wasn’t supposed to care about you,” he admitted finally, his voice low and unsteady. “That night, it was supposed to be nothing. Just a one-time thing. But now…” His gaze met yours, raw and earnest. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t been able to since the moment I left.”

The room felt suddenly too small, the air thick with unspoken tension. Your breath hitched, and all you could do was stare at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

“I didn’t even know your name,” he continued, a nervous laugh escaping him as he gestured aimlessly. “And still, you were in my head. And then, out of nowhere, you just… showed up again. Like some kind of sign. And I couldn’t ignore it anymore.”

“Dom…” you murmured, your voice barely audible, but he held up a hand to stop you, his words spilling out in a rush.

“If this is too much, just tell me,” he said quickly, his eyes searching yours with a kind of desperation that made your chest ache. “But I had to say it. I can’t keep pretending like this is nothing when it’s not. Not to me.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. Your mind raced, trying to process everything, but one thing was crystal clear: you felt the same.

“I’ve been falling for you too,” you said softly, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. And as soon as you said it, the tension in the room broke.

Relief washed over Dominic’s face like sunlight after a storm. 

A small, almost disbelieving laugh escaped him, and before you could say anything else, he crossed the distance between you in a few long strides. His arms wrapped around you in a tight, almost desperate embrace, as though he was afraid you might slip away.

You melted against him, burying your face in his chest as the familiar warmth of his scent wrapped around you. 

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, content to just hold each other in the quiet.

“So,” he murmured after a while, his voice lighter now, laced with a teasing edge. “Dinner tomorrow? You know, a proper one this time. A date?”

You laughed against his chest, the sound bubbling up naturally as you pulled back just enough to look at him. “Dinner sounds perfect,” you said, your smile matching the brightness in his eyes. “It’s a date.”

For the first time in weeks—maybe months—you both felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

[luveline]

you did this one drabble about remus seeing readers scars for the first time almost a year ago and i was wondering if you could so the same or similar with sirius seeing readers love your work so much

ty babe!

cw past self harm implied (no graphic details)

Sirius has really nice hair. Like, really nice. It's fine but he has a lot of it, a dark brown that looks glossy in the sun. Soft between your fingers. Sirius tilts his head to the side to allow you a better angle. 

You're hip to hip at the bottom of the decking in his garden. It overlooks the end of their garden where Remus plants his flowerbeds and James' failing (but looked after) greenhouse soaks up the sun. Sirius isn't as outdoorsy as the other two, but he likes to tan, so you've agreed to come and bask in the heat with him for an hour. 

"Do you think I should water his flowers? He's been sleeping all day," Sirius says.

"I'm not sure about that one, my love," you say softly. "Doesn't he do it every other day?" 

Sirius takes your hand and holds it in his lap. "Yeah, but it's very hot out, I'm not sure the flowers are used to this, they've been growing slowly in the British summer, which is to say, they haven't been growing…" He transfers your hand from his right to his left, turning your arm in the sun. 

You've had them for so long that you genuinely forget that they're there. If you'd remembered, maybe you could have warned him. 

"Sweetheart, what are these?" he asks, rubbing his thumb over the lightened lines of your scars. They aren't glaringly obvious but the sun has made them easier to see, as does his pushing up your skin. "Lovely…" 

You're not sure what to say. It's embarrassing, it isn't. They're ugly and they're not. "They're really old," you settle on. 

He looks up from your arm. Sirius often seems like he knows everything in that smug but subtle way, grey eyes unbothered, almost impassive; seeing him now with a frown that borders on scared is unsettling. 

"How old were you?" he asks. 

"Don't worry about it. I forget that I have them, most of the time. I wish you hadn't seen them, I know it's awkward." 

"I don't think awkward is the word I'd choose." Sirius wraps an arm behind your back, his skin warm to the touch, the mild smell of his aftershave tickling your nose as he pulls you close. "Well, you know every bit of you is my favourite–" 

"Sirius," you chide fondly.

"–no matter what happened before. Do I– uh, do I have to worry? Because I'll worry, I don't mind worrying," he says, forcing your shoulder into his chest. 

It feels nice, if bittersweet, to have someone care about it after it's already been done. "You don't have to worry," you promise. 

"I'm sorry–" 

"Please don't, Sirius. It was just something I did, it was hard," you say, your heart like a twist in your chest, "you know how it feels, right? You're just trapped, and I didn't know how to deal with it." You say it in a rush, the shame of your admission mixed with a desperate want to be seen. 

Sirius understands what it's like to feel trapped. "I get it." You turn your face toward his shoulder as a cloud moves and the sun burns your eyes. Sirius ducks down with you, his voice a murmur, "I know things are new between us, but this doesn't change anything? Okay? Just makes me wish I'd met you sooner." 

[shawsimmer]

hi! do you have any tips on how to make teenagers look like actual teenagers? venus looks so good!

hi!! so i don't use the preteen mod, but i do use the shortest height preset from this set by luumiasims. so far there really isn't a huge animation issue because her friends are using the same preset and other animations with adults/kids (like hugging) don't look that bad. however, i'm noticing that there are some clipping issues when trying to pose her, though. i hate how teens are the same height as adults and i really wanted to play out the preteen/early teen life stage with the girls. other than the height preset, i think i just made her eyes bigger and cheeks fuller. i think adding blush and braces also make her look younger. i try to use hairstyles and accessories that look "younger", but tbh i'm having a hard time finding clothes for her atm. here's a photo to show what the shortest height preset looks like standing next to an adult and a child. i hope this was helpful!

more asks under the cut!!

byeee this is so funny. i forget i never really posted the beginning parts of this save so not many know the lore of these three. oh god, i'm gonna yap for a bit. short story of their relationship is eva & kato got together in their early 20s and were going to have a son named saturn, but sadly eva had pregnancy complications and they lost the baby. unfortunately, it made things really difficult in their relationship and they decided to break up. during their time apart, eva meets judah and falls in love, but she ends up cheating on him multiple times with kato (even the night before she got married to judah ) and they literally wouldn't stay away from each other. years later after both girls were born, she confesses to judah and they take time apart. i know what you are probably thinking, how tf does this end in the big happy family we have now? eva basically made it known that kato is her soulmate and she could never really be done with him. they would have never broken up if not for the loss of their son, but she was also so in love with judah and the family they had created together. she proposed the throuple idea (lmao the audacity) and both kato and judah were veryyyy hesitant, but ultimately, they both loved her so much that they decided being with her was worth it. at first, they decided to just move in together and kept their relationships with eva separate. ngl it was such a weird and tense time in my game and they would constantly get jealous/upset with each other. i ended up using a mod allowing more than one partner and things settled down. after some time living together the guys realized they actually fw each other and they were lowkey bestiess. they have been together #challengers style a few times, but they usually tend to be romantic with eva separately. i know it's a weird situation, but now i'm happy with how things turned out. no one holds any ill feelings towards each other and all three of them just really enjoy doing life together and parenting the girls the best they can. there's soo much more to it, but i tried to keep it as short as i could lol.

totally!! you don't have to credit me, but i would like to seee

hmm i'm not really sure. i normally label my sims as maxis-mix. maybe more alpha? i think i prefer alpha skin details and clothes over mm. my build/buy cc is a good mix. it's nice not having to force myself into one style

ty :)) i don't really play legacy challenges. having rules sometimes ruins the gameplay for me, though i do think they are super useful when it comes to using/playing with certain features of packs that i wouldn't mess with otherwise. i tried nsb 2.0, but i'm still on gen one lmao. sorry i don't really have any to recommend.

hi!! it's actually really easy if you have sims4studio and a photo editing software. i use photoshop. first i find either a painting or photo frame that i like, then i export the diffuse map in s4s. i take the png file and basically paste my photos on top of whatever was in the frame (in photoshop) and then i import it back into s4s & save. if you want an in-depth tutorial i could definitely make one, but there are also a lot of great ones here on tumblr and youtube.

had to ask my bf about this lol. i have 0 idea what any of this means:

cpu: amd ryzen 5 3600, ram: 16gb ddr4, gpu: rtx 3060, 1tb m.2 nvme ssd (x2), motherboard: asus prime b550-plus, 650w power supply

i think i've had this account since 2018, but i didn't start to really use it until around 2022. i was suuuuper involved in the simsta community at the time. i was always kind of intimidated by tumblr (and the people here) and didn't really know how to use it. now that just seems funny.

well, first i think i should mention that i absolutely do get bored and experience burn out. sometimes i don't touch the game for months. i feel like this is common and i know a lot of my friends experience it too, so don't feel bad about it.

not sure how great my cas advice is considering i feel like i make the same sim over and over, but one thing that helps me keep things fresh is using cc, presets, and aesthetics that i don't normally use. i find myself using the same skin details a lot and things can get boring. use that hair that you never touch, try out different aesthetics, mix and match different skin details together, utilize different sliders, pick a fun hair color, try different makeup styles!

when it comes to keeping gameplay interesting, my advice is to try not to micromanage everything. i knowww it can be difficult, especially if you have a certain storyline in your head, but i feel like if you control every little thing, it's easy to lose steam and things can get boring or unenjoyable fast. it's really fun to let your sims tell their own story and it keeps you guessing what will happen next, especially when they decide to do things you wouldn't normally choose for them. for example, when eva had her pregnancy complications it took everything in me not to cheat it away, but some of my sims wouldn't even have been born had i not let things play out. another example is when she decided to be unfaithful. it's not something i'd normally want my sims to do, but it created a whole different story that has been so interesting to play. also let your sims have flaws! not everyone is a saint. let them be mean, let them fail, and let them develop their own personalities as you play. i pay attention to their whims and choose to do the things they want. when my sims age up, i like to use the randomizer on their traits and pretend it's fate. now this isn't to say i don't have some storylines or things that i'd like them to do planned out, i just wouldn't recommend planning their entire life out all at once, you know? but this is what keeps things interesting for me, it may not be for everyone :)

as for the right time to take screenshots, it depends on your personal preference and what you want photographed. i personally take screenshots of my sims doing everything so much that i feel like a proud parent. every once in a while, i go through my screenshot folder from the beginning of my save and watch everything back like a movie :'). when it comes to actually posing my sims for a screenshot, i like to keep it to a minimum because setting everything up can sometimes take me out of gameplay mode lol. i really only pose them when i want to take photos to decorate their home or if there's a pose i really want to use to tell a story.

hi!! this is so nice :')) thank you!

i don't really have anything specific when it comes to posting on tumblr, other than using hashtags that help others see your posts. i don't care about numbers or anything like that. i post whenever i want, sometimes multiple times a day and sometimes once a month. i feel like as long as you are posting what you love, the right audience/community will find you. definitely interact with people in the community! there's so many creative people here that inspire me all the time. if you have specific questions about how to put sims up for download (like exporting their files) or anything like that, feel free to dm me! i'm happy to help. :)

ooo okay, so presets help a ton. northernsiberiawinds has some head presets and i use #8 all the time and it gives the head a narrower shape. here is a gif showing how i use sliders to pull the face down because i honestly don't know how to explain it in words and figured a visual would be of more help anyway. hope this helps! <3

[pureshadough]

crk reread - crispia 9 (contd.)

God, I hate Chili Pepper Cookie.

like i mean SERIOUSLY pure vanilla what in the war necessitated THIS

really makes you wonder what the progression of technology has looked like since this point or if the fall of the kingdom brought some amount of stagnation with it. ffxiv allagan empire vibes a little bit

not that i can really convey it over text of course but this thing has FANTASTIC sound design in all of the cutscenes by the way. really imposing and mechanized in a way that sells its scale

this entire argument is SUCH a good character moment for both of them but especially pure vanilla, it really forces him to confront and weigh his "status quo" values to his newer gut instincts and risky ambitions - all by way of arguing with his closest friend, no less

neither one of them is really Wrong for taking up the angle they do here (especially understanding black raisin as a character thats likely VERY traumatized and defined by what she's Lost over the years), but it nevertheless draws the line on where their paths HAVE to diverge for the good of earthbread. this is the point where the writing properly starts to demand the players attention, i think. a brief period of narrative lucidity before i have to go back to watching chili pepper say the same two sentences over and over again

fantastic cutscene thumbnail

now i don't personally think that the light of truth is Actually shadow milk at this point in the story (given the timing and how shmilk's beast yeast arc is defined by just how much he Lies about his involvement in pv's life versus how far reaching his influence actually is), but reframing these scenes to reflect that idea regardless of the canonicity is CRAZY. it gives these exchanges this new Sting to them.

like here it COMPLETELY alters the tone of LoT away from being a spectator nudging someone along the right path by way of tough love to instead be shadow milk being Just The Fucking Worst, and i wholeheartedly adore both interpretations because of it

this illustration is so evocative. The moon looming behind him as the weight of both dark enchantress' destruction and his own actions rest upon his shoulders... a benevolent leader with his arms outstretched to only the birds picking at scraps... one of my favorites so far

you ever think about just how many of his mortal friends died both during and after the war? Yeah

oomf in call watching me stream these cutscenes: heal THIS

this entire set of interactions is really funny. crepe meets a cute girl and just wants to study her like a bug in a cup

Queen shit (gender neutral)

WHAT IS A CRYOBAKING POD WHAT IS A CRYOBAKING POD WHAT IS A CRYOBAKING POD DEVSIS EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!!!

D. Does this not also contradict the notion that dark enchantress was trying to figure out where the vanilla kingdom was? She was sealed in moonstone until maybe a day ago by the way and the wafflebot attacks started "many moons ago" so When did this encounter Happen. Imagining it as a white lily figment is insanely funny because that suggests crepe just DEDUCED that DE's identity after the fact but that also doesn't work for several other reasons. Hrrrrrm.

this absolute wet cat

there is SO MUCH happening here and yet somehow I have managed to come out of this chapter with more questions than I did going into it! Incredible! Gotta love it /gen. I really did forget just how fast and loose the vanilla kingdom's lore gets if you try to examine it too closely but I'm honestly kind of just having fun filling the gaps myself knowing that they probably weren't thinking about it nearly as hard as I am now. this goofy ass video game. 10 might do a better job of filling some of these gaps given I know there's some details in this mix im probably Definitely misremembering but we'll just have to see

[petalsprompts]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒; 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓.

change pronouns, tenses and other details as deemed necessary. & please specify muse when sending to a mumu.

To   truly   love   another   person   is   to   accept   that   the   work   of   loving   them   is   worth   the   pain   of   losing   them.

And   in   time,   as   we   all   do,   she   admitted   all.   She   admitted   she   was   dead.

The  rooms  felt  larger  at  night,  as  though  the  house  itself  had  inhaled  deeply  as  the  sun  disappeared,  expanding  as  it  held  its  breath  for  the  morning.

It  was  an  emptiness  that  called  out  to  be  explored.

Though in truth,  her  first  look  at  [location]  yielded  no  discomfort,  no  foreboding.

People  are  superstitious,  especially  in  the  country.

So,  now  it's  a  story…  these  small  children  in  that  huge  house  with  their  dead  parents,  and  now,  their  dead  governess.

It's  okay!  You're  okay,  you're  okay!

I  cry  three,  maybe  four  times  a  day  around  here.  Five,  if  I'm  really  being  honest  with  myself.

I'm  going  to  start  counting,  and  it'll  be  your  turn  to  run  and  hide.  And  I'll  find  you.

She   would   sleep,   she   would   wake,   she   would   walk.

You   have   to   promise   me   that   you’ll   stay   in   your   room.   Don’t   leave   your   room   at   night.

It's   like   every   day   I   feel   myself   fading   away,   but   I'm   still   here.   I   don't   really �� understand   how   that   is.

Nightly,   in   fact,   those   first   few   years,   a   dark   carriage   led   by   a   red-eyed   horse came to [location],  but he  was   denied   so   often,   in   fact,   that   Death   would   not   venture   there again.

You’re   slipping.   Stay   with   me.

She's   waiting.   And   at   some   point…   she's   gonna   take   me.

'Dead'   doesn't   mean   'gone'.

If   you   can't   feel   anything,   then   I'll   feel   everything   for   the   both   of   us.

People   do,   don't   they?   Mix   up   love   and   possession.   I   don't   think   that   should   be   possible.   They're   opposites   really:   love   and   ownership

You   know   what   life   is   really   all   about?   Keys.   See,   people   are   like   locked   rooms.   They’ve   all   got   different   locks   and   you’ve   got   to   guess   the   shape   of   their   key.

It's   scary,   I   know.   But   you   have   a   past,   and   you   have   a   future.   Now,   I'd   argue   you   can   count   on   both.

Any   of   us   could   die,   at   any   moment.   Or   we   could   forget   our   entire   lives,   which   is   like   dying.

This   memory   one   of   my   favorites.   I   don’t   find   myself   in   this   one   often.

One   day   at   a   time   what   we've   got.   It's   all   everybody's   got,   when   you   get   down   to   it.

He   has   spent   too   much   of   his   life   alone.

Where   would   we   be,   we   wretched   people   without   the   generosity   of   our   betters?   And   luck

Change   is   emergent…   by   the   time   one   realizes   it   has   arrived,   it   has   already   set   its   teeth.

From   here   on   in,   the   shadows   get   deeper,   the   nights   get   longer.

We're   heading   into   the   dark,   and   we   have   to   hang   onto   each   other.

You   said   it   was   a   ghost   story.   It   isn't.   It's   a   love   story.

Death   is   something   to   mourn,   not   fear. 

I   wouldn't   leave   without   you,   and   I-I   won't   leave   without   you   now.

All   things   fade.   All   things.   Flesh,   stone,   even   the   stars   themselves.   Time   takes   all   things.   It   is   the   way   of   the   world.

You're   right   there.   You're   right   there,   and   I   can't   even   touch   you!   I   can't   smell   you,   I   can't   feel   you.   It's   not   fair,   it's   not   fucking   fair!

There's   a   difference   between   feeling   good   and   feeling   alive.   The   two   aren't   always   the   same.

You   couldn't   see   me,   not   right   away.   I   had   to   figure   out   a   way   to   make   it   so…   so   that   you   could   see   me.

The   others,   they   say;   "stay   away   from   her."

The   beast   had   lurked   indeed,   and   the   beast,   at   its   hour,   had   sprung.

Everyone   is   exhaustive.   Even   the   best   ones.

The   living   must   decide   what   they   can   or   cannot   bear.

We   can’t   count   on   the   past.   We   think   we   have   it   trapped   in   our   memories,   but   memories   fade   and   they’re   wrong.

Toss   in   offerings   to   drive   away   evil   spirits,   bones   mostly;   build   a   pile   of   old   bones   and   burn   away   the   shadows..

The   world   is   fierce,   but   you   are   fiercer.   And   someday,   you   will   move   mountains.

I   wasn't   going   to   ask   you   if   you're   alright   because   I   don't   like   being   lied   to.   So,   what's   wrong?

It's   so   quiet,   it's   so   quiet,   but   she's   in   here.   And   this   part   of   her   that's   in   here,   it   isn't   peaceful.   It's…   rage.

Humans   are   organic.   We   are   meant   to   die.   It's   natural.   Beautiful.   And   it   all   breaks   down,   and   rises   back   up,   and   breaks   down   again.   And   every   living   thing   grows   out   of   every   dying   thing.

He   stayed   at   her   side   until   she   was   buried,   and   he   loved   her   the   whole   way.

I   have   this   feeling   like   I'm   walking   through   this   dense,   overgrown   jungle,  and   I   can't   really   see   anything   except   the   path   in   front   of   me.

But   I   know…   there's   this   thing   hidden   out   there.   This   angry,   empty,   lonely   beast.   It's   watching   me.

[lonely-parrot]

A Guide To Searching Fics On AO3

I feel like i've seen a lot of people who didn't know how to search for fics on ao3, so today I'm going to try to make the most efficient guide to AO3

If you too feel like you have trouble searching fics for yourself when it's not a rec you've seen, this guide is for you!

First, how to get on the search page (this one is easy)

Now : this is what you see, and i'm going to detail everything for you guys

(those examples will be centered around my fandom (the marauders, so HP) but it applies for everyone)

Okay, the first thing you see is: any field. This one is for like if you don't remember the name of the story or the author, but you know that there's this one striking tag, well, then you will find all the works with this tag. Of course, you can do a much more precise research, but we'll see that later.

Then Title and Author are pretty self-explanatory, you just have to know the name of either or both, and you'll find it rather easily.

I have to admit I don't use date much, but i think it can be more useful when you're in a small fandom/ or you like rareships, and you've already read everything, you can search. You can search for the exact way to use it with the interrogation point, if you're interested in that kind of feature!

Same goes for completion status. Don't forget loving WIPs is essential for a fandom to live <3 but we all get the urge to just dive and read a good fanfic on one sitting once in a while.

So on the first, you will have both wips and finished stories, the second is for only finished stories, and the last is only for wips :)

Crossovers: for those who don't know, a crossover is when two different fandoms gets mixed up. Maybe you want to see the marauders with other characters from another work of fiction you like: then you put only crossovers. But if you want a fanfiction like CR, it's not a crossover, because the OCs of Suzane Collins aren't there. It's an Alternate Universe - The Hunger Games, and that has to go into the tags field.

Single chapter is rather easy, you check it if you want a one shot

I'm bad with numbers, but word count is to choose the number of words you want. You can check with the little interrogation point and it precises how to find the good number. if you don't know how many words makes what lenghth of a fic, look around at your favourite fics. Crimson Rivers is 800k words, A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety has 250k words, Beneath a Big Blue Sky is 70k.

Language is just... well... language. They propose a whole range of language, but imma be honest, i only ever use english, even tho i'm not native.

Fandom is easy too, if you want a crossover, you put the name of the two fandoms you're interested in.

Then we have Rating and Warning.

Those are two different things.

Rating is more general, these are the five categories you can find:

Not Rated doesn't mean General Audiences. It means the author just doesn't want to rate their works, so look up to the tags to not trigger yourself.

Mature and Explicit kinda slip on the same field, but often, it's when there's hint of sex, or violence, or when they're completely there.

Then, we have the Warnings, which complete the rating, to say why it's rated that way.

Same as last time Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings doesn't mean No Archive Warnings Apply.

The first means the same, author doesn't like ratings, but generally, everything is tagged, so you got to check the tags if you fear being triggered by something.

The others are self explanatories, i think.

Then we have Categories. This one is for the kind of relationship your looking for, F stands for Female, and M for Male.

Gen means the work doesn't have a romantic relationship, or it's really not the main focus, so it's not tagged to not induce in error. And Multi is for if you have multiple relationships in the fic, or if you have a polyamory relationship.

Others is for... if you have other kind of relationship. Might be great for Queer Platonic Relationship, or things like that.

Relationship, now. So, two kinds of relationships are included in that tab, romantic, ofc, but ALSO platonic. And the tags are different depending on that.

If you want something romantic, you're going to write: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin. But if you want something platonic, you're going to write: Sirius Black & Remus Lupin.

Characters it is! easy, you type the name of the blorbo you want to read about, and you click on the propositions given to you!

Additional Tags: and here, you put the themes you want to see in the fic. You need fluff to lift your heart? type fluff and see aaaaaall of the types of fluff tags AO3 has. You're feeling bad and you want to see your favourite blorbo suffer too? Hurt/No Comfort is there for you.

You want a new universe to see your blorbos in? Alternate Universe - and then, look at all the type of AU you can read about!

And to have inspirations for tags, look at the tags of the fics you like to see the same themes :)

Then, last big bite, we have the Work Stats. So those one have the same system of > x number ; < x number, to get the number of hits, kudos, comments or bookmarks that you want.

Maybe, you're new in a fandom and you're searching for things that have been read a lot. Maybe you want to support some things less known, that don't have many interaction. Anyway, the work stats is there for you.

And finally, we're almost done, once you've searched for all the things you want, you got to decide the way the fics will appear on your dash.

Maybe, you want to have them by kudos ascending? so you have the less liked first? maybe, you don't have the time for comments, so you want comments descending, so you don't feel bad for not letting a big one this time.

You've read too much of that them, so you want last updated descending, so you can have the latest news of your favourite theme?

Anyway: an infinity of possibilities to find all the fics of your dreams!

Last word:

Don't forget to leave comments and kudos on the fics you like, it means the absolute world to the authors.

If you don't like, you don't read, and unless the author asked for it, don't say the things you didn't like in it. We understand why you can want to do it, but don't. We write for free and for community, not be reminded of the things we did badly.

Love you and hope this helps!!!! ❤️✨✨✨

[tellodona]

i saw anon ask this in my inbox, but i accidentally deleted it 😭 i hope anon would see this !

the brothers seeing mc use sfx makeup

heads up: gn!mc, swearing in lucifer's

lucifer

he hasn't seen you all day, so he assumes you haven't left your room

hm. he has spare time. what's wrong with checking in on you?

he knocks on your door, and patiently waits for you to open it

when you do, what greets him is the sight of you with blood everywhere on your face

your makeup had your left eye blackened out (you just closed it) with fake blood dripping right out of it. and you even took the liberty of making yourself paler than usual

mc. what. the. fuck.

right of the bat, he could smell toxins on your face, and deduced it was makeup

but that still doesn't stop him from freezing over

"lucifer... are you okay?"

"*clears his throat* yes, i am, mc. are you perhaps trying... very detailed makeup?"

he has mixed feelings about it

one, wow, you're talented, good job, you almost scared him, mc

second, the blood reminded him too much of something and someone

"mc... please give me a heads up when you try this... sfx makeup, if you would"

that would depend

mammon

he had a big win in one of the casinos he frequents, so of course you had to know too!

he stomps towards your door and barges into your roon without much of a warning

you flinched and accidentally got lipstick on your teeth, so look turned and glared at him

he SCREAMS

"MC WHAT THE HELL??????????"

you had makeup to look like your face was burnt, and it looked too realistic for his liking. with your glare, it made you look more terrifying

he was shaking in his place because he got so scared-

ehem! the GREAT mammon doesn't get scared, okay?!

still though, you sigh and you should gently apologize to him

"mc, you scared the bejeebers outta me! i- i mean... i was surprised! just surprised! this're the things you gotta tell me, alright?!"

from then on he learnt how to knock. but it's more like slamming on your door impatiently

leviathan

because of the extent of his knowledge in cosplaying, you wanted his opinion on something about your makeup. like the color of your eye contacts maybe

you knock on his door, and when he doesn't answer, you hear faint sounds of a game going off inside, so you took the liberty of going inside

there he was, busy in front of his computer on a game that probably just came out an hour ago

you waited for him to finish, so when he did, you called out his name

he flinched, sighing, "mc, you have to stop scaring-"

he turns around and pales

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

he threw his controller at you, which hit you square in the face

we are NOT forgetting about the fact that he's a literal grand admiral

of course you're falling down on your bum

"m- m- m- mc, i'm so sorry!!!!!!"

literally on his knees begging for forgiveness

after a while, the both of you calm down

he finally takes into detail with your sfx makeup, which looks like you were drowned in the sea and you had tears coming out of your eyes

"maybe gray would look great... or blue?"

he'd help with whatever you need, just don't scare him like that again, normie!

satan

he'd recently borrow a book from the human world from you, finished it in one sitting, and wanted to return it to you

he knocks on your door, and when you told him to come in, he did

you were in front of your mirror, but he wasn't in the angle to see your reflection

"mc, i wanted to return your book- oh."

you returned around, looking at him curiously

your makeup made an illusion where your face seemingly split apart in the middle, one side was crying, and one side was angry

it hit home for him, despite the absolute gore of a thing you have on your face right now

he just wore a frown on his face, making you have a feeling of worry, "satan... are you okay?"

he gets out of his head and nods

"i just wanted to return your book. sorry if i'm intruding on something."

you assure him it's fine, and he debates whether to stay or not

he does, he sits on your bed behind you

"what's your inspiration for that, mc?"

asmodeus

you were asking for some makeup suggestions these past few days which was he excited to share with you

"are you going somewhere, mc? oh, oh! can i come? i can, right?!"

you laugh and tell him it depends

it's been two days since you last asked for makeup suggestions, so he assumed you already have them

he skips towards your room with a happy hum, knocking on your door, "mc~ i'm coming in!"

he walks in, smiling brightly

you were just finishing up, and you turned around

he almost hurls

"o- oh... that's what you've been up to, huh?"

you had some sort of crown on top of your head, but it was broken in half. your face had distorted make up on it, scratch marks all over, broken jewels decorated around your face, and some sort of gunshot wound on your forehead

he walks closer to you, his smile coming back, "can i make some suggestions?"

he immediately got hooked

be ready for an impromptu photoshoot

beelzebub

he'd recently receive a coupon for one of the restaurants he always go to that everything will be 25% if you bring someone with you

he immediately thought about you

he happily walks to your room, a smile on his face thinking about how much food he'll be eating and that you would be there with him

he knocks like once, before he just opens your door

"mc, i got a coupon after winning- what are you doing?"

he tilts his head when you look like you were poking at something on your face with a brush

you turn around to find him standing there with said coupon in hand, "what is it, beel?" you ask

but he just freezes

you had yourself look like you were crying, burn marks all over your face, and you wore an eye contact on your right eye to make it look like it went blind

"beel?" you try calling out again

he shakes his head when he stops thinking and the smell of the makeup's toxins flaring in his nose

"oh... uhm. you look great, mc. i didn't know you could do that."

you thank him, and he went on with the tangent about the coupon

he's desperate in subtly ignoring the makeup

belphegor

it's rare, but somehow he got a nightmare

he forgot about it as soon as he woke up, but he was still feeling a little restless

he walks out of his and beel's room and walked downstairs

he finds your light still open, so he immediately decided to make it your problem

he just opens your door without any prior warning and sees you standing by your bed

he raises an eyebrow and calls your name

you turn around and he was dumbfounded

you black and white feathers scattered around your hair, your eyes were depicted to be swollen from crying, your nose is bleeding, a slice on your cheek, and half of your face was burnt

and it felt like his nightmare all over again

"mc...?"

he was frozen over and you had to frantically assure him it was makeup

it took him a while to respond to you, and just nodded

he slept in your bed with you that night

i had some inspirations from the internet, but most of them are little close to home heh

see what i did there?

[luli-lads]

Breakdown and reactions to Caleb's myth

I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but sometimes I get so excited about something that I'm unable to pay attention to the thing itself. For example, the first time I read Sylus' dragon myth, I processed about 30% of the info 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ So, I'm writing this both for me, and for any other people that might have a bit of trouble following the story + my live reactions to the myth.

Plot points are structured like this.

My commentary is structured like this.

Enjoy!

— Chapter 1

We get some context: We're in a decaying Philos. Immortality has been achieved. The ruling classes are trying to keep their status by force, against any rebellions, with the use of combat androids. The most successful android in this aspect is A-01 (us).

A young Caleb (X-02) goes rogue and tries to get A-01 out of the facility where they keep them, Othan Laboratory. A-01 didn't know Caleb before this.

YOUNG CALEB PICTURE!??!?!? DOES THIS MEAN— We'll get to see the others when they were young 👀

A-01 is a weapon created by the government. That checks out with the current timeline somewhat. They're not full robots, but part human and part android (exoskeletons). Their consciousness can be controlled (that's worrying). A-01 is feared because of her power so they experiment with her a lot.

Why is Caleb so kind to us? A dangerous stranger? He's so cute 😭

They go outside. It's summer. Caleb gives A-01 a Silverglow fruit seed from a planet he visited on a mission.

A-01 has (a bit of) limited speech it seems?? Or maybe she's so robotic atp that she just says what's necessary. (Autism win)

And thus we got adopted by an extrovert. A classic. Can relate 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ Friends!!!! <3

They erase A-01's memories each time she returns to the lab, but only those they're aware of.

OOOOUGHHH WE GAVE CALEB HIS NAME TOO??? WHAT IF I CRY 😭😭😭😭

He vows to not let us forget things...

PINKY PROMISE TO BE TOGETHER EVERY DAY. CALEB WE JUST MET IM GOING TO SQUISH YOU

They're found by the lab's bot (Othanbot) and captured. Obvs they try to fight back, but to no avail.

We're only seeing bots and AI... I wonder who/where are the people...

Caleb's power is 'Construo' and A-01's power is 'Destructio'. Pretty self explanatory.

THIS BITCH

So there's this AI, Cognitive Domain System (CDS from now on), that determines to extract Caleb's energy to repair A-01, even though he got more damaged in the fight. Also, it's going to erase A-01's memories, by using the keywords "X-02" and "friend". But some things aren't erased, like the name "Caleb", the feeling of summer, and the pinky promise.

A-01 continues her killing missions, over and over, without seeing him, but she remembers his name.

— Chapter 2

At an unclear point of time in the past, they do an experiment to see what happens when Caleb's and A-01's powers mix. This is 10 years after Chapter 1.

In the present, there's an explosion (lol) caused by the rebels and Caleb comes to get A-01 out of here.

OOOOO the detail of our heartbeat getting quicker in the ecg hehehe....

A-01 doesn't recognize Caleb by appearance but she manages to match the name in her head with him.

The rebels are attacking Central District (where the elite people are) and are looking for A-01 since she killed so many of them.

You know... Doesn't this remind anyone else of... The story in Fractal Library Q&A............. Which would mean....... A Zayne and Caleb connection by proxy.........

Caleb proposes they seize the destruction the explosion caused and escape but she's hesitant since she 'only knows his name'. Oof.

And thus starts the cycle of Caleb helping us remember things... Poor boy 🥺 Need to pat his head

Caleb and A-01 escape, with Caleb piloting an aircraft, but the government doesn't want to give up their strongest weapon, so they pursue.

It's literally everyone against A-01. Both the government and the rebellion. That's where Caleb's protectiveness comes from, and it's fully understandable.

They fight together against the pursuers and A-01 develops a blind trust towards Caleb.

oh my god........ quickly someone turn the 'our mechanical parts lock together' into smut QUICKLY NOW (yes i know it's just their hands and he's just repairing her but shhhhhh)

Caleb is aware that he was the one fixing A-01 whenever they returned from battle... And he also knows that his own energy is being depleted in the process. He's dying. And yet he still repairs her.

By giving her his energy, her power is also getting stronger. The 'Destructio' energy. The first thing the power would do if it became too strong would be destroying A-01.

— Chapter 3

At an unclear point of time in the past, they do an experiment to see what happens when A-01 becomes consciously aware of Caleb.

In the present, the two of them are hiding in a cave.

First time A-01 sees Caleb without the visor. It's worth noting, Caleb doesn't have the glowy lines on his cheeks.

They both have to eat so we can conclude that their human half is relatively normal. Also it's the first time A-01 is eating real food.

A-01 pulls out the fruit seed he gave her all those years ago, so she kept it in secret even if she wasn't aware what it was or where it came from. Sweet.

I'm so sorry. She is so autistic-coded in this. No, actually, I'm not sorry. She is literally me.

A-01's and Caleb's room were separated by a single wall. From Caleb's side, it was a mirror. From A-01, it was a window.

THAT'S SO DIABOLICAL THO OMG???

Since A-01 was kept in a pod and couldn't move, she had to just watch and hear him talk to himself. I'm guessing this is part of the experiment shown at the beginning of the chapter?

HE JUST. HE WAS ALONE SO HE KEPT TALKING TO THE AIR AS IF HE WAS SPEAKING TO HER???? MY HEART?????? AND SHE COULD HEAR BUT NOT ANSWER??????? I NEED TO KILL EVERY PERSON IN THE LAB IMMEDIATELY

Every night, he said "Good night, my one and only..." head in hands............ head in absolute hands......

A-01 names herself. She hadn't given herself a name until now because she had no one that would call her by it.

— Chapter 4

At an unclear point of time in the past, they do an experiment to see what would happen to the planet if A-01's and Caleb's powers merged.

Back in the lab, Caleb had a reoccurring dream of a planet across the Deepspace Tunnel (the main!timeline Earth, probably). But get this, the energy of that planet is familiar to him? Could that be referring to the Xavier lore that she can fuel the planet?

Also... Zayne-Dawnbreaker parallels, anyone...?

In the present, the two are still trying to escape. They land in an abandoned city (Lingshir) to look for parts to fix the aircraft.

Finally actual people!!!!!!!

A-01 and Caleb don't consider themselves robots.

They meet a black merchant named Helen and her grandson, Kolo. They buy parts from her.

What is the little boy's accent??? Is it an accent??? It sounds like there's a hint of an accent and I can't place it.

Some direct Philos lore: Philosians originated at 'the edges of Deepspace' (they mean Earth). Also paper is rare in Philos, apparently.

Yes????? Amusement park time???? Yes actually???? Some fluff in between all this angst 🅱️LEASE

Oh, wait, I don't think I've mentioned it before, but one of the things Caleb kept repeating he wanted to do was to take A-01 to the best amusement park on Philos.

"I don't know what happiness is." Oh... A-01... baby... :(

— Chapter 5

At an unclear point of time in the past, they do an experiment to improve A-01's abilities of absorbing and releasing energy.

Back in the lab, Caleb suffered from chest pains due to, basically, heartbreak, because he knew her Destructio energy was painful to her, on top of the experiments. He wanted to suffer the pain instead.

In the present, they land where the amusement park should be.

NOOOOOOOO. NO REST HUH. COULDN'T EVEN GIVE US THAT HUH

It's in ruins and unusable.

Instead, Caleb uses his Evol to make them fly across the landscape. A-01 learns what happiness is and smiles for the first time ever. And that makes him happy.

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

HE SAID PIPSQUEAK ! HE USED THE NICKNAME !

A-01 begins feeling... Wrong. Like her memories are about to be erased (oh no).

There are crystals embedded in their exoskeletons... Protocores?

Surveillance drones begin attacking them. She can't fight in her state.

He tells her to leave, and that she must remember to not go back to the aircraft because it might be compromised, and instead travel to Lingshir.

She doesn't wanna leave. They connect their palms again and he forces an exchange of energies to save her. Now Caleb has Destructio and A-01 has Construo.

He uses the new powers to fight off the drones and lead them away, and she passes out.

— Chapter 6

A-01 wakes up, memories intact. She's alone.

There's a literal(?) connection between the two, which A-01 tries to use to find him, but it's growing weaker.

She reaches Lingshir and senses him.

KINDLED TIME OOO IM NOT READY WAIT KSVDJSVSKSBD HOLD LET ME— BREATHE

Here he does have the glowy lines on his cheeks. I thought they might have appeared due to plot reasons but nah.

So prety... Sofd.. Babby boy...

SCAWWY. ABORT. RUN.

Ah... Hm... Yknow what, yes. I'm so glad we attempted to escape. Oooough 🫠

PANCAKED. FLATTENED. DID THEY SEE THE MEME IM CRYING 😭

cuuuteeee 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Caleb is heavily damaged and needs to be repaired. They find safe refuge in Lingshir, an old house that Helen lets them stay in.

A-01 connects her palm to Caleb's and uses her new power to heal him, but the amount of energy required to keep up with the Destructio power is far more than what Construo provides, and she can only heal him partially.

This kinky bitch... 😭 "How are you going to punish me? I'll accept whatever it is you plan to do." can you CHILL

A-01 STOP MATCHING HIS FREAK 💀 /j please don't

AND EVERYONE CLAPPED AT THE YANDERE X YANDERE OOOOOOOOOOO time to start building that cage, main!timeline MC

........you can't do that. how did you do that with your voice. how did you make it sound so broken. how did we go from kinkatron 3000 to sad wet puppyboy. hello.

Woah... The way he reacts to each of the answers you can give him is wildly different...

They make a pinky promise to travel to a distant planet where they can be alone, just the two of them.

— Chapter 7

At an unclear point of time in the past, they do an experiment to implant modules in A-01 and Caleb so that when they've been in close contact for a long time, it'll activate an interference.

That doesn't sound good.

In the present, A-01 and Caleb start preparing for their 'trip' across space to find a home.

Wanderers do exist. They hunt them to use their protocores as fuel. So maybe the crystals in their exoskeletons aren't protocores, since she didn't name them as such.

Philos' moon is fake, an artificial satellite. Built because they missed Earth's moon.

It seems like it's at this point that A-01 is developing romantic feelings for Caleb. Up until now it was pure kinship.

Caleb's exoskeleton starts to signal that something is wrong, but A-01 doesn't notice it.

Oh. Short chapter.

— Chapter 8

At an unclear point of time in the past, they continue the experiment from the previous chapter. The module's interference will stop both of their consciousnesses. They're also still researching the effects of their combined powers.

In the present, A-01 is asleep and Caleb remembers that what's happening with his exoskeleton is the same thing that happened to her in the amusement park, when she felt that she was about to lose her memories. Not only the powers were transferred, those issues too.

Caleb guesses correctly that what activates it is their continued interaction.

He decides to ignore it because he wants to go with her no matter what.

I'm also thinking... Did Caleb (and so, A-01 now) not have a module? The text made it seem like they both have one in them but... Maybe they were only interested in controlling A-01 since she was the more powerful one.

The rebellion reaches Lingshir.

Helen and Kolo are going to leave in an evacuation ship. They offer A-01 and Caleb to join, but they decline since they already have an aircraft ready and a destination in mind (Earth).

Still, Helen gives them a warp drive and a way to contact the evacuation ship in case they need a rescue shuttle.

Caleb goes to finish making some repairs in the aircraft while A-01 gathers supplies.

When A-01 arrives, Caleb is in 'weapon' mode. Robotic, following orders... He manages to snap back.

Caleb tells her about the interference modules.

Okay, yeah, I was correct, it does only really affect the person with the Destructio power. I'm guessing the other module is just to measure how much they've interacted.

Caleb has destroyed the port in his palm so A-01 can't take back the power and sacrifice herself to save him.

....... orz

Their aircraft is being tailed and attacked.

Caleb intends to exit the aircraft and attack them, so by the time he loses himself, she won't be near and he won't attack her by accident.

— Chapter 9

Caleb has always loved her.

He does go out to fight. And fights. He manages to eliminate a lot of the enemies, but in the end he can't take much more. Injured, he physically falls.

A-01 exits the ship and flies after him with her powered exoskeleton.

Kindled...... I'm excited and also sad for what's coming...

IT JUST ENDS THERE??? NO MORE LORE OR ANYTHING???? OKAY. WELL FUCK ME I GUESS. HMPH.

Like if you also want to explode /j

WELL. That's that. I wonder what the 4 star audios will have in store, if they have anything else lore-wise.

This has been said before but the supernova that Caleb and MC watched in the main!timeline is theorized to be them exploding. So. Yknow. Angst upon angst.

Thank you for reading. That was a lot. I need to go pet Caleb in Destiny Cafe some more now.

Byee <3

[xinganhao]

is this something i should've included in my 2024 wrapped? probably. but i'm still doing it to close off the year! (´◡`)

incredibly grateful to have gotten so much love in the past three months. i'm not able to respond to everything, but trust that i see every comment— whether in the replies, reblogs, or in my inbox.

if anything, let this be a reminder to support your favorite writers/creators. in an algorithm that thrives on likes, reblogs with comments in the tags/replies/asks make a world of difference. if you liked someone's work, let them know.

here are some of your words that have stuck with me. 🫶

"#i heart tumblr user xinganhao #no one is doing it like them #the amount of depth in their work #THE EFFORT IS ALMOST TANGIBLE #not to participate in idol worship but …. #a role model for the fic writing community #hashtag proud to be born in the same timeline as tumblr user xinganhao" — g4minelvr re: fake dating!seungkwan

"i always look forward to vernon's slides because I CAN HEAR HIM!!!! its wild like all the replies???? his voice is in my head. but i also realized i can imagine/hear hoshi's so easily too!!! and a lot of his are so funny and witty. anyway ive been so entertained the past few days cos of kae's writing" — maplegyu re: svt reacts to 'i used to have a little bit of a crush on you'

"#so cute !! #“to love is to be burdened; but to not think of it that way.” #HELLOOO #thats such a fire line to drop ???? #sigh these alignments are all accurate but i really need hao to take caee of me :((" — planetkiimchi-rbs re: svt reacts to your drunk texts

"I bet your uni entry essay kicked ass. Youre so creative its mind blowing😭" — bambispostsblog re: sociology major!junhui x reader

"#welcome back dramateen😭😭😭" — dcrlingyou re: svt when idol!reader releases a breakup song

"#i think someone's already said this but #the writing under the texts is like a little treat that i somehow always forget about #its so fun #i read the texts and im like “aww thats so cute i love this blog so muchhhh” #and then i scroll #AND THERES MORE #its like the best thing ever" — forever-atiny re: svt reacts to your drunk texts

"This is DEVASTATING 😭😭😭😭😭 your writing is beautiful but DAMN did it rip my heart and throw it into the ocean" — sasalalista re: svt (taylor's version), heartbreak edition

"#okay maybe I'll allow myself to be this delusional only for this smau bc it's adorable 🥹" — stay-in-district9 re: chan x fansite!reader

"#kae did u know i have a whole maladaptive dream world abt this pairing #it’s like u looked directly into my brain #but like it’s just so perfect for wonwoo #and i just love how pathetic u made him" — pochaccoups re: wonwoo x streamer!reader

"#did i ever mention i am literally your biggest fan #ALL your works i am eating them up 🙏 #and this one was just oh my god #the way you narrate is always too good #with your little details abt the screenplay and all #i aspire to write like you- it's like mixed media but in writing #i loved loved loved this exes to lovers suits gyu so muchhhh" — simpxxstan re: film major!mingyu x reader

"#user xinganhao the way you EAT EVERY SINGLE TIME #COOKED WITH GAS AND FIRE AND DEVOURED #permanently sat for ur posts i fear #can’t get up won’t get up" — ahuiahoe re: seungcheol x fanbase!reader

"the fact that you do complete research into each and every one of the topics and write them well is just pure dedication and hats off to you!!" — choco-scoups re: biology major!vernon x reader

"i'm so in love with the way you design your extra content/headcanons under the photos!! the soccer team and notes app got me down bad, but i really adore the text visually fitting the concept in all of your works!! always excited to get a notification from you. thank you for sharing your creativity with the world!!" — purple-eustoma

"I hope you know your works always hit the spot just right. not even kidding I was in class for two hours and then I see this in my notifications the way i INSTANTLY SMILED?! how do you manage to make my day better😔🫶" — cxffecoupx re: operation dispatch (chan x idol!reader)

"Honestly I know most of your svt burner account fics are meant to be open end, and I really love that. It is just that your writing makes me keep wanting to know more of the story, it is soo well written. I want to dive into the world a little more every time🌸" — anon

"#THIS IS SO CREATIVE WTF #the genius interview and the whole song… kae ur BRAINNNNNN #this is so good omfg im rooting for them so hard #living vicariously thru simp cheol tweets pretending i am the fanbase 😔 he wants me guys trust #i love love love all the little bonus stuff you do for these literally most creative and fun smau writer ur changing the game" — junhui-recs re: seungcheol x fanbase!reader

"these keep coming up on my dash and i will never skip an smau made by the greatest smau creator on this silly little tumby app" — hachireads re: dead poets society!hhu x reader

"im so srs rn. pls never stop writing" — wonuloves re: vernon dates rockstar!reader (4)

"woozi loves silently, consistently, and sincerely. these are not the adjectives anyone would typically match with the concept of love. and yet, it fits. i first felt the depth of his love with vocal unit songs. and i never looked back. thank you for writing this. thank you for understanding seventeen so well. you deserve everything good in life." — chugging-antiseptic-dye re: jihoon x poetry account!reader

how lucky am i to get to say that this is a mere fraction of all the kindness i've been afforded. again: i see all the nice words directed my way, and it motivates me to stay on this godforsaken site (lol) for at least one more day. thank you, thank you, thank you.

if i can love well, it's because i've been loved well. please let me repay all your kindness in 2025 and for however much longer that i can (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ if you got this far: happy new year! i wish you clarity, courage, and compassion at every turn. xo

— kae

[shaysplanet]

hi shay !

i shifted successfully to my dr in september, and since then i've shifted five times, each time for a week or two. i think it's a bit disorienting, like when i'm back in my cr, all i think about is everything that happened in my dr, and i mix things up (like i'll call someone in my cr the name of someone in my dr), and a lot of the times i forget things too like what happened in my cr before i shifted. nothing big, but just like if i had a paper i was supposed to submit, or plans with a friend, if i've shifted the night before, it just leaves my mind because technically i haven't been here for like two weeks😭😭 does that ever get easier to manage? i wouldn't give up shifting for anything but everything feels so overwhelming after i shift back.

i also haven't been able to shift for all of january. i've been trying to since christmas but it hasn't worked, and i'm scared it got "taken away" from me, which ik isn't possible but it just feels that way

#140

it hasn’t been taken away and yes it gets easier to manage over time but you might just want to try shifting for shorter periods for now. work up to it. that’s what i’m doing.

my goal is to shift for 3 weeks at a time by end of summer and be comfortable with that. I can’t do longer than a few days rn it’s simply not for me.

if it’s still too disorienting, maybe write out a to do list before leaving so you can come back and know your plans. then write out shift details (keep a log, I have one) of shit from your drs so you know what happened there vs here.

and maybe get yourself a schedule. some people can shift every night and be chill (I am not one of em but soon trust!!) but many gotta keep it to like 3 days a week max. be honest with yourself on what you can handle then abide by that schedule. it will also create motivation to shift on the days you choose bc you’re looking forward to those days.

other than that I don’t got tips bud. gg