#this was a large project for me please give me compliments

[bluebelledmoon]

"The Final Photoshoot"

gabriel agreste was soon found being strangled by a blue feathered boy after this was released

[luxsky]

First of all, Kicking out was amazing! I love reading domestic fluff like this! I would love to see the birth scene and the aftermath/Rhys interacting with his newborn. Rhys is such a simp and is the type who would do anything for his mate and the people he loves so it would be cute to see it in that context especially since we were robbed of it in silver flame.

Again, I love reading your fic and it’s amazing that this was your first one! Looking forward to reading more!

Kicking Out, part 2

Rhysand x reader

Summary: Reader and Rhysand's baby is born, and they revel in the love that surrounds them.

Warnings: Amateur description of childbirth, fatigue, a brief snippet of body insecurity, biological inconsistency – I think that's it, but I could be mistaken.

Author's Note: I procrastinated so much to write the second part until I realized that months had passed since the first part. I truly apologize for taking this long; it wasn't my intention. Thank you for all the love, support, and compliments; my heart warms every time I reread them! ♥️ I promise to try and write more quickly. Again, thanks to everyone who commented, liked, and reposted the first part; I love you all. English is not my first language, so please let me know of any spelling errors!

Madja said that walking would help, the movement would make her body dilate faster, and the baby would be born in the blink of an eye. One detail she might have forgotten to mention is that contractions would also increase along with dilation. In the early hours, you managed to walk with some pauses, going back and forth in the corridor—going down stairs was certainly not an option—with your kind partner by your side, ensuring nothing would go wrong. However, as time passed, the pain radiating from your lower back to half of your leg became so intense that you limited your movements, entering your room and contenting yourself with small steps there.

At this point, the pain was so much that Rhys had to practically guide you, his hand supporting your lower back, while you used the other for support, holding it firmly. Your breath came out in gasps, and for a brief moment, your body was free from pain, and you wanted to feel relief, but after being there for hours, you knew it was only a matter of minutes until the next contraction would arrive and strip away any capacity to think.

"Rhys, I'm tired," you whispered, barely managing to finish the sentence before the pain coiled in your back and flowed down your legs again. A moan escaped your lips, and you bent forward, your legs almost giving way, Rhysand quickly holding you, preventing you from reaching the floor.

"Come, dear, let's get you on the bed," your partner's voice was filled with tenderness and concern. He pulled you towards the large, comfortable bed you shared, and even though you wanted to keep walking, as Madja advised, your energy had long run out. So when Rhys helped you onto the bed, you didn't argue.

Your hands released Rhysand's, leaning on the bed. Before you could put your legs on the mattress, another contraction came, and a strangled scream of pain left your throat just as Madja returned to the room, carrying towels and other things that your mind didn't process.

The position you were in was strangely comfortable, the upper part of your body supported on the mattress. When your partner touched you again, as if telling you to lie down, tears welled up in your eyes. If your body wasn't so trapped in pain, you might have told him that it was okay, that this position was good.

"I know it's comfortable, love, but if you lie down, Madja can examine you better," Rhysand would know what you were thinking. You probably lowered your shields, projecting many feelings to him. You tried to block him, wanting to spare him the pain, but the claws caressing your mind gave you a hint that he didn't want that.

Before another contraction came, you decided to listen to your partner and finished getting on the bed. Rhysand was quick to arrange the pillows behind you, trying to keep you as comfortable as possible.

Madja approached, a gentle smile on her face as she asked for permission and adjusted your legs to examine you. The pants you wore earlier had been replaced by a light dress, shortly after your water broke.

Rhys sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding yours while the other moved some strands of hair from your face. He did his best to secure it in the best way possible due to your position, knowing well that sweat and loose hair weren't a comfortable combination. He left a gentle kiss on your forehead, and another contraction arrived. Instinctively, you squeezed Rhysand's hand, another strangled scream escaping your lips as your whole body trembled with pain. This time, the tears that came to your eyes freely flowed down your face.

"I see the baby's head," Madja said, her eyes locking onto yours as she explained gently. "In the next contraction, I need you to push."

You nodded, not trusting your voice to respond. You were so tired, and there was still so much left for this to be over.

"It's almost over, dear, you can do it," your partner reassured you for a few seconds, but then your back burned with pain again. Your entire body, even your arms, legs, and back, pushed instinctively as your partner murmured encouraging words.

You pushed and pushed, Madja saying she could already see the head, and it was almost there. Meanwhile, Rhysand talked to you, his voice so close to your ear.

"That's it, love, it's almost there," he spoke again, his hand passing through your forehead, wiping away the sweat that accumulated.

Once again, the pain arrived, and you pushed. Relief flooded you the moment the cry of a baby filled the room, mixed with your own cry as you threw your head back. The pain disappeared, and the only thing you felt besides relief was exhaustion. The warmth of your partner moved away, his hand leaving yours, the baby's cry stopped, and you looked for your child, finding her in the arms of the man you loved. A cloth wrapped the newborn, Rhys's arms cradling the small bundle as he walked, swinging to your side. Madja still hovered at the edge of the bed, making sure you were okay.

When your partner sat next to you again, you adjusted yourself and reached out, wanting to hold the baby. He smiled with so much joy as he passed your daughter into your arms.

"It's a girl," he murmured, and you felt tears returning to your eyes as you watched the little one. All your fatigue was forgotten as the small noise from your daughter's lips touched your heart.

Rhys extended his hand, and the baby grabbed his finger. You looked up at your partner, finding the same love you felt, shining in his eyes. He looked at you, a tender smile playing on Rhys's lips.

"Our little Ciara," you whispered, again mesmerized by your daughter. Rhysand placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and whispered an "I love you."

Your body started to feel heavy, your eyes almost couldn't stay open, the fatigue from hours pulling your consciousness.

"Rest, dear, you deserve it," was the last thing you heard before sleep took you completely.

When you woke up again, Rhysand had his back to you, rocking and murmuring something softly. Not wanting to interrupt the moment, you silently watched, your body still a bit lethargic from the previous effort.

When he turned around, it took him a moment to notice you were awake. His eyes were fixed on your daughter. He smiled gently when he realized your gaze, calmly sitting on the bed with Ciara sleeping in his arms.

"For how long did I sleep?" you whispered, not wanting to wake her. You sat up, leaning against the bedhead when Rhys offered the baby to you.

Just a few minutes. Madja said you wouldn't sleep much; your instincts would wake you up at some point to breastfeed Ciara.

Your partner communicated, and, sensing the change of location, Ciara began to move when you held her. It didn't take long for her little cry to fill the room.

Remembering the lessons you learned during pregnancy, with a bit of difficulty, you started breastfeeding the tiny baby. Her little hand instinctively grabbed your finger.

Rhys's hand reached for your face, brushing away your hair as his eyes reluctantly left their daughter to observe his partner; his body was relaxed. He rested his hand on your stretched thigh, lips pressed together, trying to contain a smile.

"I can't stop smiling every time I look at her. It's like my body fills with this... sensation, hard to explain, but it's a good feeling," he murmured, his thumb drawing circles on your leg.

You approached him, careful not to disturb Ciara, and planted a quick kiss on your partner's lips. Pulling away, you replied, "I feel it too."

Silent minutes passed; Ciara drifted into sleep on your chest. Rhys left and returned quickly, explaining the reason upon his return.

"I informed the others everything went well. Morrigan and Cassian wanted to visit, but I asked them to give us a few days alone," he said, leaning over to caress his daughter's small arm.

"I put Mor and Amren in charge of the court; they'll handle everything as we adjust to our new routine," he stepped back, heading towards another door in the room—leading to your private bathroom. "I also asked the house to prepare a bath for you. I'll check if everything's ready, and when I come back, I can take care of Ciara so you can relax in the tub."

You stood as he entered the bathroom, carefully lifting Ciara from your chest. Rhys returned silently, taking Ciara from you and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. He indicated the bathroom with a nod.

"Take your time, and call me if you need anything," he said. You nodded and walked slowly to the bathroom.

You felt strange, Ciara was no longer inside you, but your belly still had a slight protrusion. As you removed your dress and entered the bathtub, the warm water eased some of the discomfort, allowing you to relax.

Your mind easily drifted away from potential insecurities that might arise, although you knew they would return eventually. At that moment, the only thing you had the energy to think about was how cute your daughter was and how delightful it was to soak in the bath with bath salts and bubbles.

You relaxed in the bathtub for a while, washing the sweat from your body and taking a moment to tend to your hair. Your thoughts oscillated between enjoying the magically heated water for a few more minutes and checking on your partner and daughter. However, you didn't need to make a decision because you heard a gentle knock on the door.

Your voice was soft and weary as you signaled for Rhysand to enter – it could only be him, after all. As your partner opened the door, he carried a towel and a change of clothes. The smile that formed on his lips mirrored the one on Rhysand's face. He handed you the towel as you stood up, and the soft fabric enveloped your body for drying. Soon, you were dressed in the warm and comfortable clothes your amazing husband had brought.

"Where's Ciara?" Your curiosity and concern prompted the question. Rhysand placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and turned to grab a hairbrush as he answered.

"She fell asleep after feeding; I put her in the crib," he walked behind you, a murmur escaping your lips, signaling that you had heard his response. His hands were gentle as he worked through your hair, the brush smoothly untangling the strands that had become knotted during the intensity of childbirth.

"I want to stay close to her tonight. I don't feel comfortable leaving her alone in a room on her first day of life," your voice was no more than a whisper, and despite the concern engulfing your body, a hint of embarrassment for not being able to leave her was present too.

Your husband's shortly nasally laughter made you turn around to find his gaze as he finished brushing your hair. He didn't say anything, but one of his hands went to your cheek, Rhys's thumb tracing gentle circles. With the other hand, he placed the brush on the countertop behind you.

"I figured you'd want that," he whispered, his face approaching yours, and your foreheads touched. The soft smile remained on Rhys's face. Instinctively, your eyes closed as he neared, and you brought your lips close to his, planting a gentle kiss.

"That's why I did this," his hand grasped yours, and he pulled you back to the bedroom. A warm smile grew on his lips as he surveyed the scene. The bed linens had been changed to clean ones, and a tray filled with your favorite foods had been placed on the bed. Next to it was the crib that used to be in the small room designated for Ciara, and inside, peacefully sleeping, was your little baby.

You turned to your partner, your eyes moist with unshed tears. Rhysand was already looking at you, the star-speckled eyes of your partner smiling at you, the expression on his face radiating pure love. You hugged him, and his arms quickly embraced you, his warmth enveloping you. Your voice sounded muffled as you whispered a soft "I love you."

The kiss he planted on the top of your head was followed by a quiet "I love you too, my shining star."

"Come on, let's get some food in your stomach so you can watch our little one until you fall asleep."

Following your partner to the bed, you did exactly as he said: indulged in all the food he had prepared, lay on the bed facing your daughter's crib, and with Rhysand's arms around you from behind, watched the little bundle of joy until sleep pulled you into comfortable darkness.

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: After the events of Ashes, Finn has an encounter with Blaze, who makes it his business to harass him. (Blaze also projects a lot). Word count: 1603

Warnings: Bullying, fatphobia, name calling, swearing, Blaze is really fucking mean, blood, violence, gore(???)

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)

Bait

Finn felt like he was spiralling. There was a hole in his heart, a pit in his stomach, a well of sadness that wouldn't go away.

His fight with Azul had been circling in his head for days. Every time he felt he might be over it, the memories sprang up once again as if they were brand new.

At first, Finn was simply hurt. He may have even shed a few tears. But then, after replaying the whole ordeal over and over in his mind, that sharp, fiery feeling of anger settled over him.

How dare Azul? How dare he, after everything Finn has done for him? Stuck with him through thick and thin, chased off his bullies, showered him in compliments, loved him with all his heart, helped him start his stupid lounge... only now, it seemed trivial. Worthless, in Azul's eyes.

The sadness and anger swirled together to create a damning mass of too much emotion. Finn was petty and, if he were to be honest with himself, mean.

Azul was trying to make it up to him. He at least seemed to regret what be said, but Finn wasn't having it. As Azul tried to fix things, Finn found himself talking before he could stop himself, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Sorry, Mister Ashengrotto, I'm afraid I have clubs with Malleus-senpai today. Oh, don't worry, I'll be sure to tell him to compliment you. Will that satisfy you? I'll even be quiet myself since what I have to say is worthless to you."

"Mister Ashengrotto, I don't have time for art galleries. Vil-senpai is helping me plan a diet. ...Yes, of course I need it. You made that quite clear."

He really wanted to go to that art gallery.

Every time Finn said "Mister Ashengrotto" instead of "Azul," "love"," "My love", "darling" and so on, Azul would flinch and go quiet.

An ugly part of Finn, deep down, took pleasure in that reaction.

The twins, caught in the middle of this whole debacle, flip-flopped between waiting to see what would happen and trying to to solve the issue.

It was a fruitless effort. Finn was unwilling to let things be fixed. He was too angry, hurt too deeply, to allow it.

This, of course, left him in a constant bad mood. If he were as powerful as Malleus, a thunderstorm would have descended upon the school.

Other students avoided him even more than usual, giving him a wide berth. Nobody wanted to risk passing him off further.

Well, nobody except one.

"There you are, pipsqueak."

The sound of that familiar posh, snobbish voice made Finn suck in a breath and tighten his grip on his books. He continued down the hall at a quick pace, ignoring his tormentor the best he could. He was not in the mood for this.

"Hey! I'm talking to you." A large, bony hand gripped his shoulder and forcefully turned him around until he faced a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"For a guy who acts so polite, you're really rude, you know." Said Blaze Dugal with a crooked grin. "You answer and look at someone when they're talking to you. It's basic manners."

He paused.

"Do you know basic manners? You grew up pretty wild."

Finn pried Blaze's hand off his shoulder and glared at his. "I'm afraid I'm not in the mood, Dugal. Go waste your time elsewhere."

"I'm afraid I'm not in the mood, Dugal. Go waste your time elsewhere." Blaze mocked with a laugh, his voice shrill. "Still trying to sound all fancy and clever, I see. All collected, even though your weird, cringy friendship with Azul is toast."

Finn narrowed his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Blaze scoffed loudly and rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Azul'a got his tentacles in a knot trying to do you favours left and right, and you're acting like a kicked puppy. Anyone with a brain can see it a mile away."

Finn's nostrils flared, but he decided not give Blaze the satisfaction of a response and stepped back to leave. However, he was stopped by the very unwelcome feeling of Blaze draping himself over him

"So, what caused trouble in paradise? What did he say? Did he finally let slip what a parasite you are? Tell you he doesn't actually need you for anything?"

Blaze would always bait Finn like this, hoping to get the reaction he wanted in some way or other.

"Keep spitballing, maybe after the next few hundred guesses you'll hit the target." Finn snapped, immediately failing at ignoring Blaze. He didn't have the patience to act all together.

"Oh, snappy today. So he did say something bad. Was I right, then? Did he finally tell you how little use you actually have?"

Bait. It's bait.

"No."

'"Really? Are you sure?" Blaze asked sweetly. "I wouldn't blame him if he did say that. What do you do, exactly? Gather information? Jade, Floyd, heck, all of you octavinelle freaks do that. Keep staff and customers in line? Anybody in their second year could do that. Take someone's form? Steal a voice? Potions can do that. That creep of a first year in your dorm can do that. Tell me, Finn, why does Azul even keep you around?"

The bait was dangling.

"I don't have to explain anything to you." Finn hissed.

Blaze sighed. "Ah, true. I get it. Really, I do. If I were you, I wouldn't want to think about why someone I admire so greatly even bothered to keep me around, either. Especially of my presence reminds me of the version of him he hates so much."

"Shut up!" Finn snarled, and a nearby window cracked.

Every single time he took that bait, like a stupid little fish.

Blaze pressed his forefingers together and then pressed them against his lips, smiling innocently.

"So that's what he said, then? Finally got honest about how all of this," He reached down and poked Finn's flabby, pudgy stomach for emphasis. "-is nothing but a reminder of everything he hated about himself?"

"I-"

"Oh!" Blaze pulled a face like he had a sudden revalation. "Maybe that's why he keeps you around. As a reminder of what he was. An encouragement to keep counting those calories. He must hate that gross, flabby body of yours."

"He doesn't."

'He doesn't.' Finn assured himself. 'He loves me. He loves me.'

"It must hurt, right? For someone you adore so much, someone you bend over backwards for, because really, Finn, you don't have a spine when it comes to Azul, to be so disgusted by you. For him to think you're ugly."

'No. Azul- Azul loves me. He wouldn't-"

A memory from that awful night sprang forth.

"Do you really think being fat makes you ugly?" Finn asked, his voice so quie Azul almost couldn't hear.

Azul hesitated.

'No, no, no, no. Azul wouldn't think that. Azul doesn't think that. Azul doesn't find him gross or disgusting.

Does he?

"Guess you two aren't as tight as you thought."

For someone with no claws or fangs to speak of, Blaze's grin was awfully predatory.

Finn stomped on his foot and elbowed in him the stomach and the drew back with a yelp. He stumbled back a few steps, angry at first, but then that grin returned, and he laughed.

"Guess I hit a nerve. You aren't gonna come and butcher me, are you?"

"You're not even worth the effort." Finn spat with as much venom as he could muster. "You won. Leave me alone and harass someone else."

"Come on now, that's no fun." Blaze drawled, closing the short distance between them once again and draping his arm over Finn's shoulder.

"You're my favourite person to mess with. That's the highest compliment you'll ever get from me, you know. There's not much about you deserving of compliments. Makes me wonder why Azul let's himself be seen interacting with you. You're a real blow to his reputation. I-"

Blaze was abruptly cut off by Finn suddenly turning his head and biting down on Blaze's arm as hard as possible.

Blaze screamed and frantically ripped his arm away, but that only made it worse.

Blood dripped down his arm onto the floor in thick rivulets, and the spot where his blazer, shirt, and a piece of flesh had been torn off was drenched red.

"Ow ow ow, what the fuck-"

As Blaze screeched in a mix of rage and pain, Finn spat out what was missing from about 3cm of Blaze's arm, and it hit the floor with a wet "splat". The taste of fabric, flesh, and blood was a terrible combination.

"Fuck, you shitty little parasite!" Blaze roared, his eyes bulging. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Finn simply sent a bloody smile his way, turned around, and began walking down the hallway.

"Hey! HEY! GET BACK HERE! I'M GONNA REPORT YOU FOR THIS YOU FUCKING PARASITIC WELP! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

Finn didn't respond. Blaze could complain all he liked (after a hospital visit, of course), but since this hallway had no cameras, he had no proof apart from a bite that could have come from anyone or anything. Finn made sure not to make it look like a circle.

Finn smiled to himself as he wandered to his music class, though Blaze's screams were all the music he needed.

He was finally feeling a bit better.

-End

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A/N: Ty so much for reading! I'm actually surprised at how mean I managed to make Blaze I'm usually not good at that sort of thing

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[stickytrigger69]

Can we get some headcannons of Tfp Shockwave with a gn human reader who is so scared of him they are always shaking, and hiding wherever they can from him, and flinch when he goes to pick them up, while Shockwave tries to be less intimidating and earn their trust?

TFP Shockwave x GN Human Reader Headcanon

Reader is human

Gender neutral pronouns, they/them

Readers features, skin color, eye color, height, etc, are unspecified

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You're a jumpy little pet.

Soundwave took you for him, so you shouldn't be afraid.

You need to get used to your new life with him.

You're not a science experiment, though, and he's told you that hundreds of times.

Shockwave keeps you in some kind of small enclosure, like a child's play pen type deal.

You have a bed and a small bathroom hooked up to the ships systems.

You're always on alert around him, trembling and ready to run if he so much as looks at you, and it gets on his nerves.

He isn't going to hurt you, so why do you continue to run and hide from him.

Your furniture is bolted down, so he can't move it either.

He doesn't get too frustrated. If anything, it makes him kind of sad that you don't want to warm up to him.

He's trying to make himself seem smaller.

He uses a quieter, softer tone when he sits and talks to you.

He talks about anything, about Cybertron, his studies, science, he even told you about his predacon and how he progressed from a small to a large test tube.

He shared his passions with you, but you were still afraid.

He was sharing things about his experiments once when you noticed his finials moving.

They twitched or flattened or perked up when he said specific things. It made you think of a cat.

With more and more time, you began to lose your fear of him.

Still anxious when he reaches for you, thinking he wants to squish you or cut you open to get a better look at your insides.

Sometimes, he just leaves his hand in there to get you used to it, and other times, he likes to pet you.

When he reaches down too fast and you can't run you cower beneath your arms but he doesn't pick you up, just rubs your back with a finger for a few seconds and his hand is gone again.

You might still be afraid of him for a long time but he won't stop trying to win your trust and he often tells you as much.

He worries for your health so he makes you eat and sleep and drink water.

To try getting closer to you, he asks Soundwave to do some research with him about how much water you need per day and how much sleep per night.

"They won't let me..." or, "They don't like when I do this, so maybe I should try this instead."

Skips his actual work to figure out how he can win you over.

He gives you a strict schedule but continuously tells you it's because he cares, you still think you're just a science fair project.

He doesn't belittle you. In fact, he compliments you. He really does admire you. You're a cute little human.

He takes the records from your phone or other electronics to see what kind of things you like and asks for corresponding items accordingly.

He tries, he really does.

He wants you to like him so badly that he can't work on his experiments sometimes.

He asks Knockout if he knows anything but Knockout is severely prejudiced so all he gets is an, "I don't know, nor do I really care."

He does everything he knows how to do to try to win you over, but it doesn't seem to work.

Please just try to see it the way he does, even if you don't agree with it, at least try to understand.

Yes, he is big. Yes, he doesn't have a face. Yes, he is really stoic sometimes, but he is doing his best.

He does have emotions, so when you call him names, it hurts.

He's not very much in tune with his feelings, so please be patient with him.

HE'S TRYING SO FUCKING HARD LIKE FUCK DUDE.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

My Bestie’s A Genius | Shuri Headcanon

Link to my marvel masterlist

Being the child of Tony Stark, having a genius level IQ, and best friends with Princess Shuri of Wakanda would look like:

Okay so believe it or not you two became friends through social media and were literally anonymous mutuals for some time. I’m talking you both either were on Tumblr of all places or had secret instagram accounts that only followed select individuals. You were already a semi-public figure with close to a million followers, but had a secret account dedicated for snooping people you admired. For Shuri, Wakanda kept their way of life private so she had an anonymous page where she showcased her creations that did not involve vibranium or labeled it as a different metal to throw people off.

Both of you knew the other was a genius which is what started the friendship in the first place. You had followed Shuri’s private page and she followed your public one but it wasn’t until you slid in her dms to compliment a deign she posted that you two began talking.

Shuri had let you know from the beginning that she loved to build tech, while you focused on the field of Quantum physics. That’s what your private instagram was mostly used, but you kept any information linking back to you secret. Mostly you talked about the science and offered advice to people seeking education/work in STEM.

Both of you enjoyed the anonymity without the pressure of the outside world. it gave you some peace of mind being able to confide without judgment for who your father was. And for Shuri, she wasn’t looked at as just a princess of a nation. You both admired each other’s intelligence and wit.

It wasn’t until you both skipped on some personal details when messaging each other that you guys were like “wait, are you….who I think you are.”

Of course you two knew of each other and were the same age, but had yet to formally meet after the chaos of recent years. The whole Accords thing brought a lot of changes to both of your lives being that Shuri lost her father and you witnessed the break down of the Avengers who were like a second family to you.

The first FaceTime call you guys had was wild. Shuri, mindful of what you saw around her, couldn’t believe she hadn’t figured out who you were after you said your ‘family’ was in the public eye a lot because of what they did. Not to mention you said your father went to MIT & owned a large company that your grandfather founded.

“I’m surprised it took so long for us to finally meet. I’ve been following your personal page for years and was fascinated when you manipulated quantum energy for one of your prototypes.” “Same goes for you, Shuri. I’ve been a fan of your page since you created it! Did you really develop your own A.I system when you were fourteen? That’s so freakin cool.”

You guys continued to talk for months and soon your friendship blossomed with you guys texting nearly every other day. You talked school, work, ranted about people who annoyed you and romantic interests you were involved in. “Finding a suitor is the least of my concern nowadays. I just want to spend the hours in my lab where my devices don’t talk back to me.” “Ain’t that the truth. Romance is exhausting.”

“How was the banquet last night?” “Boring as always. Just a bunch of fancy people in suits and gowns who continue to look down on me cause I’m younger though I have more accomplishments than they could dream of.”

“Did you complete that update you were telling me about?” “Yes and I’m so pleased with how it turned out. I had to remind my brother again that just because something works doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”

Eventually you two considered the other your best friend. For two years you maintained contact and when you developed the hologram system to be long range with the help of F.R.I.D.A.Y, you were able to project the other to y’all’s location. “Holy shit! This is amazing!”

You guys give each other advice, gossip on the latest celebrity drama, pick out outfits whenever you have an event and share ideas about designs.

There were future plans for you two to meet in person, with Shuri hoping to travel to Boston where you attended school MIT after graduation high school early. But to both of your surprise, you ended up in Wakanda with Steve, Bruce, Sam, Rhodey, Vision, Wanda, and Natasha after your father went missing following a fight with aliens sent by Thanos. When you got the news you raced to Avengers compound where you met up the the others.

Steve was hesitant to let you come, but when it was revealed where they were going you said, “I can help. Trust me, both Shuri and I can figure something out.” Everyone became confused with Rhodey going, “How is it you know the princess of Wakanda?” “She’s my bestie. A genius one at that.”

The second you stepped into the lab Shuri squealed, ignoring the array of looks you two were receiving as she pulled you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” “Eh, though I’d surprise you.” T’challa looked between the two of you, before raising his brows to his sister for an answer. “You two know each other?” “I told you, brother, my bestie’s a genius.”

[ave09]

hi! could I please request a harrison x reader fic where the reader is a journalist and is interviewing and photographing him at his home and he’s being flirty and all that good stuff 🥹 preferably early 80s indy era harrison but whatever youd like, thank you!

ofc! this was so cute!

mr. ford

harrison ford x journalist!reader

note: i love harrison so much. that’s all.

were you nervous? yes, 100%.  it’s not everyday you have a chance to interview the harrison ford in his own home. 

this was a big moment for you and for your career. you could not screw this up. you’d been assigned this project with very specific requirements, and had emailed ford’s manager, hoping that harrison would take up the offer, considering all the rumors you’d heard about the man and interviews. 

but he seemed delighted. or at least that’s what his manager said. he gave you a specific date and time when the actor would be at home and free, sending you his address two days before the interview was to take place. 

as you drove to the address, every now and again glancing at the navigation system, you felt your stomach churn anxiously as it dawned upon you what you were going to do. 

you were about to interview harrison ford. the harrison ford, the man who has played two of the most iconic characters in movie history. 

and you were very much a fan. you’d seen all of the star wars movies in theaters and the two indiana jones films as well. and he was absolutely amazing in both.

and knowing you’d be interviewing him, you needed to keep your cool. how embarrassing would it be to have a professional journalist be freaking out over such a star? 

it wasn’t long before you arrived. you parked along the side of the road in front of the actor’s house. you sat in the vehicle for a moment, willing yourself to move, growing more anxious by the minute. 

only when you saw the front door open did you dare to open your door. 

“hello!” a deep voice called, and it was him. harrison ford. standing just a few feet away. was your mind playing tricks on you, or did he seem more handsome in person? 

“hi!” you responded, retrieving your bag from the passenger seat that contained your notebook and your camera. 

“you’re the journalist, right?” you nodded, “yes, mr. ford.” you said, closing the door behind you as you approached the man who was currently walking up the driveway. “please, harrison is fine.” he assured as you stood before him. the man extended a hand forward, “it’s a pleasure to meet you miss…”

“(l/n). (f/n) (l/n).” you took his hand, giving it a firm shake as he sent you a smile, “beautiful

name.” he complimented, and you glanced away bashfully, refusing to meet those hazel eyes. 

“thank you.” the man let go of your hand before beckoning you towards the front door, “well, why don’t we get you settled inside so we can get started?”

“that would be wonderful.”

— — —

harrison’s home was very different then you expected it to be. it was more.. homey. but, it was nice. he led you to the sitting room, gesturing to the large couch, “you can take a seat over there, or wherever you like, it doesn’t really matter to me.” you sat upon the couch, setting your bag beside you. 

“can i get you anything? water, wine?” you shook your head, “i’m alright, thank you.” harrison nodded before taking a seat in the recliner across from you. 

you retrieved your notebook and pen from the bag, flipping it open to a fresh page. you cleared your throat, “i just wanted to give a little run through of how this is going to go, if that’s alright with you?”

the man remained quiet, his hazel eyes locked on you. you swallowed thickly, feeling your nerves return, “uh.. mr. ford? is that alright with you?” 

he blinked, before nodding, “yes, sorry, i was just distracted.” 

“okay. well, i understand that you usually get the same questions about your roles, preferably han solo and indiana jones. but for this, i wanted it to go your way. what do you want to discuss, what do you want to tell the people?” 

he smiled, a real genuine smile. “that sounds fantastic.” 

the interview went smoothly, and you learned so much about the man. many of what he said was personal, and you assured that you’d keep that off the record and only write about what he’d said about his career. 

it no longer felt like a professional interview, but instead a conversation amongst two friends. 

“what about you?” he said suddenly. you furrowed your brows, “what about me?” 

“well, i’ve been talking about myself this whole time, what about you?” 

you smiled softly, “i’m not the one being interviewed.” “we’ll see about that.” before you could ask what he met, the man reached over, taking the notebook from your hands before flipping to a new page. he flashed you a smile, “now, tell me about you. i’ll make sure any personal information is off the record.” he said with a wink. 

you couldn’t help but laugh. “oh god, well, i’m an aspiring journalist. i.. um.. i like reading. i suppose that’s where the inspiration to be a journalist started-“

“and if you don’t mind my asking, are you a single woman, miss (l/n)?” you were surprised, feeling your face flush, “why? wanna take me out on a date?” you asked, a mischievous smile on your lips.

harrison shrugged, “maybe. would you be interested?” you couldn’t believe it. “wait-are serious?” you questioned, your voice soft. he nodded, “of course i am. that is, if you want too of course. i wouldn’t want to force you.” 

you couldn’t believe it. the harrison ford, a man who you’d admired for quite some time, was asking you out on a date?

was this real life?

or just a fantasy?

harrison tilted his head slightly, giving you a smile, “so what do ya say, darling? can i take you out? dinner?” 

you hesitated before beaming brightly, “yes. yes you can, mr. ford.” 

[ghosts-cyphera]

guuuuuurl i have to get this off my chest - I've been talking to this older guy online (no not Badj) he also does the adult VA stuff and he's very good and reasonably well-known. but that's on the side, he's a software developer as his day job and he's so damn cute. like a giant bear, he has a large female audience who coo over him but I mean that's understandable so I'm not jealous but I am a bit? I'm being stupid it's not like he and I are dating, but ... I invited him to a Halloween party last night, I got absolutely drunk (still alright and not messy drunk but you know, a bit unstable on the feet and I was so social where I'm more reserved usually). HE WAS SUCH A SWEETHEART, he kept holding my hips and guiding me through the party and sat me down on his lap outside next to the pool, caressing my back and THAT DAMN VOICE WHISPERING PRAISES AND COMPLIMENTS IN MY EAR DAMN I WAS FERAL. but he said we shouldn't do anything because I'm so drunk, he was proper drunk too though. but no I got so worked up because he's got such a dad bod but like super hot, muscular arms and all - amazing legs ... and he kept pulling me closer on his lap and kissing my neck ... BUT, one of my guy friends came running up to us - super drunk - and he kept talking to me and ignoring him and asked if I wanted to go to the second party with him because we always have a good time and he needs someone who drinks on his pace. THEN THIS MANS GRIP TIGHTENED ON MY HIPS AND HIS VOICE DEEPENED AND WAS LIKE, "we already have plans for after this." but alas, long story short, he got pissed at me because he thought my friend and I were together and he didn't wanna believe otherwise so basically he just LEFT and my baby boo bear hasn't been replying my messages even if he's online - I have been PLAYED BY A MAN 15 YEARS OLDER THAN I ?! I'm so dumb 😭😭😭. I have an important project due tomorrow but I keep checking my phone and checking his socials 😭.

so sorry - I just needed to rant because I can't tell my friends about this, even if I'm in my 20s they'd freak out that he's in his late 30s.

YOU HAD ME IN THE FIRST HALF I'M NOT GONNA LIE

bestie hold up. no. no, no, no. this sounded so fucking good up until you dropped that he LEFT?? this man in his fucking late thirties left you at the party, because he didn't want to believe that you were telling him the truth about you and your guy friend?

my darling, I'm so sorry to say this but that's literally a baby boo bear. what we are looking at here is a man child, who still in his nearly forty years of living has not learned how to communicate EVEN THOUGH his literal hobby/job relies on him speaking?? 😭

no but seriously, him not replying to you after an argument even though he is online is abusive. I will not bend on this. giving silent treatment as a way to punish someone is manipulative af. does he know that you have an important project tomorrow? if he does, bestie—drop him. please, I am begging on my knees for you to drop him.

on the off chance that he actually suddenly replies and tells you that he had an emergency or... something that stopped him from replying today, yes sure you can give him another chance but remember that even then—instead of communicating—he left you at the party. he also acknowledged that you were so drunk that you shouldn't do anything together, but apparently in his eyes you weren't drunk enough to not be left behind?? yeah you were with your friends, but I just absolutely love men who are protective and possessive but have no issue just dropping you the second they get their feelings hurt over their inability to communicate and trust their partners.

I'm sorry if this is too harsh and too straight forward. I just... I feel so shitty for you? I'm so sorry. you don't deserve to be treated like this. you really do not, and hey—based on what you've told me you absolutely did nothing wrong. you're not dumb. he made you feel special and wanted. it is not naive or stupid to want and need that. I am so, so sorry that he took advantage of that, but please know that this is not on you. 💗

[greenishghostey]

Dungeon Master Meet Prop Master | part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Drama Club!reader 

Summary: With your bike secured in the back of his van, you and Eddie get to know each other better on the ride to your house. It's amazing how much you can learn about the town pariah from a van interior and some accidental flirting.

Warnings: I've decided that this series will be 18+ eventually, so please DO NOT engage or interact if you are underage. More tooth rotting fluff! Awkward flirting. Me giving Eddie more game than he deserves to have. He makes shitty puns and is proud of it.

Word Count: 4,106

Authors Note: The reception for part 1 was so unexpected and AMAZING and thank you so so much for enjoying my fluff little passion project! So far, I have 6 parts planned for this series but that's likely going to increase since I've decided to add in some smut down the line.

Part 1 /// Part 3

You buckled yourself into the squishy passenger seat while Eddie secured your bike in the back. Busying yourself with twiddling your thumbs while mutters of “fuck” and “come on” mixed with grunts richoted through the vehicle. One of the back doors was jammed, you assumed, and Eddie sounded like he was about eight to ten seconds away from ripping the thing off of its hinges. Yep, you were definitely warmer - mother of god, you never could have imagined getting hot and bothered in this, for lack of a better word, “retro” hunk of metal and polyester upholstery. 

Grunt. “Fuck”. Grunt. Groan. “Fuck. Okay, there we go”. Pant. 

You were starting to squirm in your seat now. His laboured noises and breathing had you gripping your knees, nails digging through the pale denim of your jeans. Your bike had a lot of great memories tied to it - your first day of high school, summer bike rides with Penny and coming home from wrap parties full of laughter. You know, all of the wholesome high school student experiences that stay in your mind and your soul. 

But this new bike memory was the fucking best. 

“Phew! Had to make sure she was comfy back there. Gotta say, though, it’s a nice bike. You’ve got taste.” Eddie said. He had climbed into the somehow more squishy-looking driver's seat and brought your little daydreams to an abrupt halt. Just when things were about to get interesting, too. 

“Thanks, it gets me from A to B - sometimes even C if I pedal really hard,” you quipped, using a well-timed joke to chase away the last of your bitch ass hormones. “I like your van too. It’s - it’s very you.” 

“Christ, don’t strain yourself to compliment it.” Eddie snorted, leaning on the steering wheel, trying his best to look really really upset at your comment. It sort of worked. His eyes were his greatest weapon, and he clearly knew it. “First, you hit me, and now you insult the van. You’re breaking my heart, specs.”

“You know what I meant. Shut up. It’s cool. “Metal”, even. I like the shag rug in the back and the little postcards and stuff on the wall.” You had twisted around in your chair slightly to survey the van properly. The fuzzy, brown carpet in the back did look pretty soft; clean-ish too. The variety of postcards, photos and miscellaneous paper tacked onto the inside of the van were a bit fascinating - in an entirely Eddie way. 

There was a hand-drawn band poster with “Corroded Coffin” written in large angular letters; they looked like runes with flecks of red on the line work. The band, Eddie’s band most likely, played at The Hideout bar on Tuesdays at 8 pm - a little risky for a school night, but live and let live. The poster boasted an experience that would “melt your skin and bones”, so they must be pretty good and really sticking to that super-satan-mega-cult aesthetic.

In addition to the poster, there were a few postcards from places out west; two from Vegas, and one from LA. You didn’t want to make any assumptions about Eddie’s personal life, you really didn’t, but each of the postcards had a scantily clad woman plastered on the front. There was a stunning Las Vegas showgirl, a bikini-clad smiley redhead and a woman who looked like Marilyn Monroe in that one signature white dress, but she was showing way more skin. He wasn’t bringing any hot dates into the van, clearly. Either that, or he didn’t care about the cards. 

The other van decor consisted of D&D character sketches, a photo that looked to be of the Hellfire Club from the school newspaper, and another photo of a younger Eddie and an older man at the County Fair. The man was a bit scruffy looking, but he had such a gentle smile. This van was pretty metal, in your novice opinion. But it was also cosy. Eddie had made it very homely with just a couple of personal touches. You’d only ever known the van as a screeching, brown monster that rattled in and out of the school parking lot. Absent-mindedly, you patted your seat in an attempt to apologise to the vehicle for calling it names on more than a few occasions - hazard, clunker and death trap were arguably the worst ones.

Eddie had fished his keys out of his jacket and was wiggling them in the ignition. Your mom had to do the same thing with her old Ford. The keys only worked if they were at a 48-degree angle and you were cursing at them under your breath in a dead language. The engine roared to life along with the stereo, which blasted a howling, melodic voice and heavy instrumentals straight at the two of you. Eddie quickly scrambled to punch and slap the knobs of the stereo, either aiming to turn it down or turn it off - whichever he got first. 

You’d flinched and nearly launched yourself from your seat at the noise, but Eddie succeeded in his efforts. Quiet and the low hum of the engine filled the darkening parking lot. Thank Christ. The janitor probably could have heard you guys and shit a brick wall. 

“Oops,” he chuckled nervously, “sorry, didn’t think I was gonna have company tonight. Also, apologies to your ears.” It was interesting for him to assume you weren’t on the road to developing tinnitus already. Electric Light Orchestra had definitely caused that ringing you always heard, some Queen too. Fat Bottomed Girls had to be listened to at full volume at all times. It was probably a law or something. 

“Nah, it’s fine. Just wasn’t expecting it,” you replied, calmer now so you could return his laugh, but it came out as more of a giggle. Ugh, you were going to start twirling your hair soon. “The aaaahhhhh part was pretty good, actually.” Your imitation of a heavy metal power note wasn’t good. It wasn’t even decent. The crack in your voice made you sound like a sea lion with an upset stomach you’d seen on National Geographic. 

But Eddie started to laugh. He started to cackle. He even snorted. His nose scrunched up, and you could clearly see the dimples and lines on his face. Well, shit. He was still adorable even when he wasn’t giving your prop swords names. 

Eddie was pulling out of the lot with that big goofy grin on his face again. You were quite a surprise for him - a perfect one. He felt a little lucky that he had the opportunity to see you unwind so much. Relaxed, dorky and happy were a pretty hot look if he was being honest. He was glad that the stereo song had only been at the beginning because things would have gotten awkward pretty quickly. Sex Drive by W.A.S.P wasn’t the mood he was trying to achieve. At least, not yet, anyway. 

“Well, no more aaaahhhhh for now. I said you had stereo privileges, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word.” His heavy metal power note was way better. Not quite at the level of a crisp hellish wail, but it made your stomach jump, so he was doing something right. Eddie gestured to the tape deck while keeping his eyes on the road. He was driving with a lot more care than you’d seen from him in the past. It must have been due to the bike in the back. 

“I dunno what song I got up to on this tape, so no sass if it’s a weird one, okay?” You pushed ‘Going for the One’ by Yes into the deck and quickly dialled down the volume to avoid a possible road accident. 

The haunting bellow of an organ flowed through the van and made you cringe into yourself. Of course, it was gonna be one of the weird songs. ‘Parallels’ was one of your favourite songs from the album, but it was a song you kept between yourself and your bedroom. 1970s experimental rock wasn’t the first genre pick for most. You’d heard a guy, Ben, call it “hippie dad crap” at a drama club wrap party once. Ben was a piece of shit and sucked at acting, so what did he know? He couldn’t even carry high notes in the Christmas musical. 

“Wow, specs,” Eddie piped up, taking in the opening to the song in all of its eclectic glory. “You’re kind of a little weirdo, huh?” He tilted his head towards you, met your gaze, and beamed with raised eyebrows. 

“Like you can say anything about that. You nearly squealed like a little girl when I gave you some coffee-stained paper.”

“Weirdo is a high form of praise when it comes from me. Also, I needed old-ass-looking paper for map layouts. Also also, I don’t squeal… unless you ask me super duper nicely.” He smirked with that immeasurable smugness. Again. 

Would it look too obvious if you were to roll down your window? The van had gotten progressively more stuffy since Eddie had sounded like he was fucking the shit out of your bike and showing her a damn good time. 

“Just keep your eyes on the road, Munson,” you muttered, not fully trusting your voice at that moment. “I’ll get you some more crunchy paper. I have tons of it in case I fuck up prop letters and stuff.” 

“Club donations now? Aw, you’re a weirdo and a sweetheart.” That pet name felt freezing and boiling simultaneously. The old ladies around town were the only people who had ever called you ‘sweetheart’. But hearing a guy say it? Now that was fantastic. Eddie didn’t miss how you cleared your throat and went back to twiddling your thumbs. You were gonna be getting ‘specs’ and ‘sweetheart‘ from that moment on. 

The inky woods whizzed by as the two of you drifted down the long stretch of road. Hawkins was a dull town with a lot of greys, beiges and conservatism. It was a blip on the state of Indiana, where everyone knew everyone, and everyone knew everything about everyone. But, the surrounding landscape made up for at least some of the place’s setbacks. Your parents were all too aware that raising a kid in a small town could be a bit of a downer, so they made sure to get you and your little burgundy hiking boots outside to soak up the Indiana elements. You had to wonder if Eddie was much of an outdoorsy type. Obviously, not in the traditional sense, but who didn’t love spending time out by the lake in the sunshine? Shit, maybe that Sun goddess illusion was getting to your head. 

“You said you liked the decor in the back? I would have taken down the um… risque imagery if I knew I’d have a lady in here, promise.” Eddie’s light tone cut through the night and pulled your eyes away from your window. You were “a lady” now. The concept sent a jolt through your body that you weren’t sure you’d experienced before. It was like electricity mixed with blushing, but it felt phenomenal.

“It’s not like the pictures are full-frontal, don’t worry about it. You’re a dude, after all,” you reassured. He was making it seem like he’d left some sketchy porn lying out for you to browse through. Some saucy postcards were nothing. One of your favourite movies was St. Elmo’s Fire, which had a scene of people going at it on a coffin. “The showgirl one is quite pretty. I like her sparkly outfit.”

“Ethan, a buddy of mine, used to be in Hellfire, went on a little westward adventure and sent me all of ‘em,” Eddie said, smiling, but it held some sadness. You remembered Ethan vaguely. He graduated last year and seemed to be Eddie’s right-hand man for all things Hellfire - never saw one without the other. “He sent one from Santa Carla that was way worse than those, but I’m too classy to go displaying that sort of stuff. I have innocent freshmen in this vehicle from time to time.” 

“Gotta protect their little innocent eyes from the horrors of the world…” you spoke in a low, ominous voice, “…tits.” You had to laugh at your silly voice. Eddie just brought this type of goofiness out of you. It was freeing. Liberating. Refreshing. 

Eddie choked on his breath when you said tits. He wasn’t totally scandalised by hearing a girl speak so bluntly. He just thought you’d be the type to call them boobs or breasts instead. 

“I’m an excellent role model; I’ll have you know.” Eddie bragged, his usual small smile worming its way back to his mouth - he was clinging to that last particle of a cool guy persona. You shook your head at his comment, almost lost for words. Honestly, from what you had seen, he was a pretty okay role model for the Hellfire freshmen. He was nice to girls and guys alike, didn’t antagonise anyone who wasn't already doing it to him, and he was just… sweet. There wasn’t really any other word that summed him up quite so well. Eddie was going to give you some severe cavities, and you would welcome every single one. 

“Don’t doubt that for a second, Munson.” You sighed; it was a dreamy type of sigh. “Anyway, what’s the story with the other stuff back there? I’m invested now.” 

“Wanna know more about the freak? Hmm, specs? So, yeah, the raunchy postcards are from Ethan. The stuff he wrote on the back is mushy, but I’m glad he’s having fun in California.” From what you could remember, Ethan was a friendly guy. He was chummy with a few of the past drama club members and came along to most of the performances. He might have had a thing for Penny; most guys did, to be fair. Ethan once threw the bandana he always wore around his head onto the stage when Penny did her final bow. He was a good dude. 

“What about the County Fair photo? Is that your dad you’re with?” You asked. Eddie’s jaw clenched, and his tongue ran across his lips. He looked deep in thought, trying to find a way to explain his family situation to you without divulging too much information. It wasn’t a fun story, and he didn’t want to scare you off. 

“That’s me and my uncle, Wayne. Took me to the County Fair for my 14th birthday and let me get as much junk food as I could keep down. This nice old lady, who was making cookies the size of my face, took the photo. Said I was a pretty boy and it’d be a waste not to get a picture. Wayne gave me shit about that for weeks.” Eddie shared. He decided it would be better to avoid “the dad” situation. The two of you still didn’t know each other all that well, and it was some heavy shit, to say the least. 

Eddie had only told Ethan and Dustin about what happened with his family when he was a kid. The reasons why he moved in with Wayne when he was 7 - as bleak as the story was.

“You were a pretty cute kid; She was right.” That comment was out of your mouth before your brain could catch up. The polaroid showed a smaller Eddie who was all big molasses eyes and buzzed hair. Had the guy ever not been cute? It was ridiculous. 

“Saying I’m not cute now, specs?”

“Never said that, now did I?” You had never felt comfortable enough to flirt with a guy. A few had tried to put the moves on you at parties or between classes, but you didn’t have the confidence to reciprocate. With Eddie, it was very different. Regardless if he was just trying to be cheeky, you were ready to test the waters and see where things went. “I think it’s cute that you’ve got that photo up. Like taking the happy memory everywhere with you. You’re kind of a sweetheart yourself, huh?” 

“Me?!” Eddie half-yelped. Ugh, his voice cracked too. He could feel his cheeks burst into flames. You had him acting like he was a flustered little teenager who was way too scared to even think about talking to a pretty girl. He wanted to hide in his hair.

Sweetheart. Him? Holy fucking shit. Eddie very nearly swerved the van across the road out of pure shock. Maybe God was real, and this was like a divine apology for the crappy hand that Eddie had been dealt. It was the only explanation that could explain how you matched his own little suggestive comments. It wasn’t that he was joking around when calling you a “sweetheart” or “noting” that you were easy to please. Quite the opposite, actually. He was stunned that you were coming out of your shell around him and were comfortable enough with him to let your hair down. Also, he had always been weak to flattery. 

“Yeah, you. Eddie, not to shock you to your core, but I don’t think you’re mean and scary.” You said. It had only been a few hours since you’d started to get to know him, but you were right. Eddie was the furthest thing from mean or scary. 

He looked soft under the streetlights. You and Eddie continued your strange combination of banter and flirting as he drove carefully through the suburban streets. The houses on Fletcher Street weren’t anything to write home about - the usual brown and white exteriors, well-kept front yards and sensible family cars in the driveways. You leaned forward to point at a single-level house with slightly untamed hedges against the porch fence - your humble abode. Eddie was driving at a snail's pace when approaching your house. His van looked like a death trap on wheels and what if your mom looked out the window when he drove up?

“Home sweet home, specs.” Eddie smiled, “nice place you got there. The foundations are on the ground, very fancy.” The self-deprecating humour was like second nature to him. Not really the type of funny that women swooned over. God, he was dumb. You shook your head at him while you got your things together and unbuckled your seatbelt. A trailer wasn’t anything he had to be ashamed of. One of your mom’s co-workers lived in Forest Hills, and her trailer was a gorgeous slice of domestic bliss.

“Thanks for the ride.” Christ, he was gonna scream. “Also, thanks for coming to the drama room today. I don’t usually have company in there, so thanks, Eddie.” You said, meeting Eddie’s eyes. You didn’t want to get out of the van yet, maybe not ever. That evening in the drama room had been the most fun you’d had since you joined the club. And you got called a Sun Goddess and sweetheart? It had been a fucking magical night.

“Don’t mention it. Couldn’t just leave you and the old gal to get home in the dark, now could I?” Eddie made a move to go collect your bike from the back. But he stopped himself suddenly. You were about to leave and might not want to talk to him at school when other people were around. He had to make a final move. “Would you mind if I started coming to do Hellfire set-up on Thursdays after school? The place has never looked better than it did today. Your expert opinion might need to become a weekly thing.” 

He could live in the drama room if he wanted to; you would let him. You’d make him a little habitat in the storage closet if you had to.

“It’s as much my club’s room as it is yours. But, I do charge an hourly rate for my services.” You smirked. Eddie was rubbing off on you already, and it hadn’t even been six hours. His dreamy eyes flicked up and down over your form before his expression shaped a smirk to match yours.

“Whatever you charge, I’ll pay double, sunny.” Well, shit. Again. Eddie left you in the silence of the cab while he went to retrieve your bike. Sunny. Not specs, not sweetheart. But a more intimate name, one with a meaning only known by the two of you. The sounds of Eddie wrestling with the van's back doors seemed so far away as you essentially melted out of the van and onto the sidewalk. It felt like that dumb prop sword, The Sun Strike, had pierced your chest and was causing sunshine to fill you from head to toe. It was going to start shining out your ass if you weren’t careful.

The butterflies that had been nesting in your stomach since you left school were now thrashing around violently - it was like a mosh pit in your abdomen; at least the butterflies knew the object of their affections well. You shifted from foot to foot while watching Eddie go for round two with your bike and the van doors. 

Grunt. Pant. Slam. Yeah, the slam was definitely doing it.

Eddie was fighting the urge to be a true gentleman and walk you to your front door, but he knew your mom was inside. The leather jacket, shaggy hair and extensive metal accessorising were not what suburban moms wanted to see bringing their daughters home after sundown. Eddie may have been jumping the gun a little, but he wanted to have time to prepare if he was going to meet the family. He had a button-down lying crumpled in the back of his closet that he needed to hunt down - purely as a precaution. 

“See you tomorrow, maybe?” You asked. It wasn’t really a question, more of a request. 

“Yes.” Eddie deadpanned and held up the Yes cassette you had nearly left in the van. He never could pass up the possibility to make a shitty pun.

“You’ve been sitting on that one for a while, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” The deadpan look was replaced with his signature smugness, but it had a hint of mischief rather than malice.

“Duuuude,” you whined, trying to nudge him in the feet with your bike. Swatting at him would mean physical contact, which would mean being close to him, which would make your hands all clammy.

“Okay, okay. It’s been rattling around the ol’ noggin since I saw the cassette at school.” He was mighty proud of himself for timing that joke so well. You snorted again like you had in history class too. That was going to put a spring in his step for the next month. Eddie glanced down at his watch, and his eyes widened, “you better get inside if you’re gonna catch MacGyver with your mom.”

“Yeah, I gotta eat dinner too - wait, how do you know when MacGyver’s on?” You pressed. If Eddie watched MacGyver, too, you might just have to jump him in the middle of the street. Mr and Mrs Derrickson across the street would get an eyeful, but that would be on them for being nosey, busybodies.

“No, nope. Get your pretty ass inside. We can discuss my TV preferences another time. I don’t want to be the reason your mom hounds you.” He started to manoeuvre you towards the path as you continued to ramble and ask questions about Richard Dean Anderson.

You said your final goodbyes and started to jog towards your front door, ditching your bike on the porch and grabbing your keys out of your backpack. Before heading inside to your mom’s lasagna and some fresh PJs, you turned around to see Eddie leaning against the passenger side door. He was waiting to see you in from afar. You wanted to slam your head against the solid, oak door. Instead, you gave Eddie an awkward little wave since your bag had fallen into the crook of your elbow. 

Eddie waved back. He waved with enthusiasm and dorkiness, and with his whole right arm. A wave that was him to its core. 

Once inside, your back hit the front door and you slid down onto the carpet. The sound of your feet tapping excitedly on the floor caught your mom’s attention, “sweetpea, you’re home late, was everything okay with getting back?” your mom asked, confused by you sitting on the floor and grinning like a maniac. 

“More than okay. Everything - everything’s great.” Your smile was starting to hurt your face. But, fuck it, you were on cloud nine.

Tag list: @fan-girl-97

Part 3

[daughter-of-melpomene]

🌟 + Mara Yang, please??

@dancingsunflowers-ocs ✨💛✨

Ooooh, Mara ask, yay!! Thanks so much, Alexandra!! (And I shall also tag the other Glee babes @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, and @manyfandomocs.<3 )

My girl Mara is a huge Swiftie - her favorite album is Fearless, and she and Quinn definitely make a date out of going to the Eras Tour in the future.

She has a nervous habit of fiddling with whatever bracelets she might be wearing, and there always is something there to fiddle with, because she’s always wearing bracelets.

She absolutely adores the old Roger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella movie from the fifties, with Julie Andrews, but of course she also really loves the newer one with Whitney Houston as the Fairy Godmother - during the club’s tribute to Whitney, she actually does a performance of the version of “Impossible” from that movie.

Her favorite books growing up where the Wrinkle in Time series by Madeline L’Engle, and she still has her old copies on the bookshelf in her room, their spines all creased and some of the pages stained from the times she tried to read while eating.

Her first pet was a sweet little grey hamster that she named Hermione, after Hermione Granger.

She has a certain yellow hoodie that she always wears on lazy days - it’s a bit stained and worn thin, but it’s also incredibly soft after so many washes and it’s perfect to wear just laying around or working on her latest jewelry-making project.

She loved The Powerpuff Girls when she was younger, and always wanted Bubbles’ powers.

A few times during Pride Month and every day during Lesbian Visibility Week, Mara will style her makeup after the lesbian flag. It’s her own way of showing pride, and the colors compliment her really well too.

She had a brief crush on Santana in fifth grade, but it didn’t last long, as she moved on to crushing on Quinn almost as soon as they started middle school. (She is kind of proud of herself for picking up on Santana’s queer vibe so early, though.)

Mara is very afraid of large dogs, having been attacked by her neighbour’s Rottweiler when she was four years old.

send me an oc and i’ll give you ten facts about them!!

[lost-in-sokovia]

Ok so after reading those Percy Dolarhyde pregnancy headcanons I have a personal headcanon I’d like to share you don’t have to accept it at all just wanted to tell you!

So in the headcanons you mentioned Percy building the crib and being really proud of it which made me think you also said previously that Scout loves riding horses- what if when Scout is little the reader doesn’t want her riding because it’s dangerous and she’s too young or whatever so Percy builds her a rocking horse to practice on 🥺

I looked up that rocking horses were first built in the 17th century and the film takes place in late 1800s so the timeline matches up!

So yeah that’s what’s going on in my head please let me know what you think!

my eyes are sweating🥺

rocking horse

you blinked as you heard your husband groan outside and something thud against the side of your small house.

“percy?” you asked, leaving your two year old on the floor of your room with her doll. you quickly made your way to the front of the house where percy was trying to fit something big and bulky through the door.

“help me out, would ya, darlin’?” he grunted. you quickly helped him maneuver the large object into your house and out of the heat. you swiped a bead of sweat off your forehead and percy clapped his hands together as he moved next to you, wrapping his arm around you. “ain’t it nice?” he asked proudly. you glanced from him to what you could tell to be a little wooden horse that was sitting in your front room.

“it’s a horse?” you asked, watching the invention rock slightly back and forth. there was straw braided into a tail and mane connected to it, handlebars on the neck, and two little black eyes painted on it as well.

“well, yeah!” percy exclaimed, giving you a little squeeze. “built it for scout, since you’s been sayin’ you don’t want her ridin’ a real horse with me yet,” your husband explained. your heart warmed and you leaned your head on his shoulder. percy had built scout’s cradle all by hisself when you were pregnant, and you guessed this is a new project he had decided to take up.

“where did you build this?” you asked, placing a hand on his chest.

“my pa’s, at work,” percy sighed, still admiring his handiwork. “at first he was gettin’ on to me about not workin’ ‘n all that, but when i told him who it was for… he didn’t say another word,” he chuckled. you shook your head and smiled softly: your husband was still spoiled, that’s for sure. when you heard the stumbling of little feet enter the room, percy turned around and made a silly growling noise at his daughter, causing the toddler to smile before he took two steps forward and scooped her up.

“hi there, little darlin’!” percy greeted his daughter happily, kissing her rosy little cheeks. scout grinned and showed off her new teeth she was continuing to grow in, percy’s muddy green eyes just in love with the little thing he held in his arms. “look, look!” percy gasped as he began to lower scout onto the horse. the two year old’s eyes widened and her mouth curved into an o-shape as she stared at the wooden creation her father was lowering her onto. “look, scout-a-roo, it’s a horse!” percy announced proudly.

the two of you crouched on either side of scout as her little hands grabbed and ran all over the wood and braided straw, her eyes wide with curiosity as she did so. you tore your gaze away from your adorable daughter and looked to your husband. though she was only two years old, you could tell percy was nervously waiting for his daughter’s verdict on the contraption he’d spent god-knows how long making.

“i-it rocks, too,” percy added before giving the horse a little push. it squeaked for a moment before setting a slow rocking pace. scout looked down at her feet as she felt the back and forth of the horse, before meeting her daddy’s gaze and giving him the biggest smile. percy laughed excitedly and you giggled, happy to see your husband so excited about his daughter.

“good job, baby,” you complimented, reaching across to pat your husband’s shoulder. he took your hand and kissed it before centering his attention back on scout.

“yeah? you like it?” percy asked the toddler happily. he gave it a firmer push and scout let out a little laugh, percy laughing and slapping his knee in response. you made your way over to the same side as your husband, holding onto his shoulders as you crouched down next to him.

“look at you, scout!” you cooed to your daughter. “did daddy make you that horse?”

percy kissed your head as the two of you admired your smiley baby rock back and forth on her new toy, percy occasionally placing his hand behind scout’s back to keep her from falling.

“you’re so smart, honey,” you whispered to your husband. he nuzzled against you.

“gotta start her somehow,” he winked. you grinned— your percy was a sucker for his little daughter.

[finalfrontierpublishing]

hello, i’m N of Final Frontier Publishing, a parody publishing house / bindery involved in fannish bookbinding. i’m an amateur fanbinder who picked up bookbinding in July 2022 and largely bind fanfiction. i’m also a member of Renegade Publishing, a collective of binders that bind fanworks! i am mostly active here on tumblr. If you’re interested to see what projects i’ve done, you can refer to the ‘my books’ tab or click here. 

my interests are varied and as such, the fandoms i bind in are diverse depending on what is my jam at the moment. i also have an interest in binding queer fandoms and fics which may not be as frequently seen in the bookbinding fandom sphere. i handbind fanworks mostly for myself and the body of work’s author, and sometimes for fandom friends. 

tumblr main: @charlietinpants, AO3: charlietinpants

Thoughts on commissions: 

i’m very grateful that people like my bindings and it’s such a compliment for me that people would like to commission my work. however, I currently do not take fanbinding commissions, and am unlikely to do so in the future. This is as (i) i work a full time hectic job and my time to bind is limited and (ii) i’m very much an amateur at work, and wouldn’t want to attach a monetary value to my projects, and (iii) i firmly believe in Renegade Publishing’s ethos of gift economy. as such, i bind author copies as a way of giving back, as and when time permits. 

Thoughts on author copies:

If i've bound your work and you'd like an author copy, and won't mind that it might take me many months to get it to you depending on how long my to-bind list is, feel free to reach out to me. I hand-bind all my books from scratch and  may not be able to make you an exact copy (depending on available supplies), but I will try my best to make you something I am proud of and hopefully something you will love. All author copies are gifts, and I do not expect any form of payment, inclusive of shipping, from the author.

Thoughts on learning to fanbind: 

if you’re interested in learning how to fanbind - join us at @renegadepublishing. we’re a great community of fanbinders who hang out on discord with different experience levels and everyone is very nice and extremely helpful. there are also free guides and lots of useful resources! i will be the first to admit that as a self-professed bad-at-art-and-craft person, i was very daunted at first while learning to bind, but i can promise you it’s less difficult (and less expensive) than you think! 

Thoughts on learning to fanbind in Asia: 

Learning how to bookbind in Asia is hard and case in point, I learnt largely through online tutorials and a brief course before my bookbinding teacher immigrated to Australia :sob:. I’m one of the mods of the Renegade satellite server for Asia, so if you’re a fanbinder located in Asia, please feel free to hit me up and commiserate about the difficulty in sourcing for supplies/classes/bookbinding/postage and shipping woes in general.              

my ask box is always open, i do reply PMs and i love to chat about bookbinding! :)                                                                                                                                   

[queenmeriadoc]

I was lightly inspired by one of my own post for this, but have now idea were most of it came from, but I’m posting it here so enjoy. It could be terrible, terrible in the sense that I don’t like my own writing most of the time. But it was kinda fun to write so I’m counting this as a win.

While living in Middle Earth for a few decades by now Merry's hair had grown very, very long, their long dark blonde locks reaching down across their back, only getting the tips cut every now and then. Getting a proper haircut had been a hassle, and they had just not been bothered to take of it other than the basic maintenance. Celebrimbor had his simple methods to take care of his hair, while Gil-Galad, don’t even ask you properly won’t understand half of it. But for Merry hair was the last thing they wanted to think of. Until one day a few visitors came to Eregion, they were to have an important meeting with the High King and the High Elves, it was a group from the Southlands, a group of men. Now there was probably not that of great beauty compared to that of the Lady Galadriel, but it did look very nice, however when a rather creepy man came up to Merry complimenting their hair, touching it, sniffing it, something inside Merry snapped. One moment they sanding in the courtyard looking at a statue and the next they were barging into the forge of Celebrimbor, “I need a pair of sharp scissors”, every elf in the room stopped working looking at both Celebrimbor and Merry who were now standing in the middle of the room facing each other. “Hello to you too darling” Celebrimbor smiling wiping one of his many tools, “What do you need them for? Stab someone?” he laughs but seeing the angry face on Merry's face he stopped himself. “Is everything ok?” Placing his tool down on the anvil before guiding Merry into his study, away from everyone staring. “I just need some scissors” voice shaking, “please”. He took a second to consider it, but eventually went and found what was his sharpest scissors, must be important if they couldn’t use any of the scissors he made for them, scissors specifically made for paper and other art projects. “Now will you —“ before he could finish his sentence Merry had already taken a large chunk of hair and cut it off, leaving Celebrimbor speechless and with his mouth hanging open. “What?” Merry asked while taking another chunk of hair and cutting it. “You know what? I think I could make paintbrushes out of these” Merry continued, but before Merry could take another large chunk of hair “WAIT” Celebrimbor shouted, “Just let me do it please, so it will look at least decent, Eru have mercy” stressed he takes the scissors, he gestures for them to sit down before fixing their now choppy mess of hair. “Please just tell me why you would suddenly cut your hair, please” concern in his voice. A sigh came from Merry “Someone, a man, was touching it” holding their breath questioning whether they should say it or not before continuing “and sniffing it — it just felt very violating, almost like he wanted to” they stopped, feeling nauseous. A few moments passed, moments that felt like an eternity but were probably just a couple of minutes. “Who? Who was it? Tell me so I can tell Gil-Galad, so I can tell the High King” they both knew he could do more, he had more power than the both of them, Celebrimbor may be the Lord of Eregion, but Gil-Galad was the King of the elves, he could do something, more than they could. “I don’t know his name, I only know what he looks like, remember the one that was staring when they arrived?” They say, voice slightly trembling, “They blonde one? Short beard? Awful clothes?” This made them laugh breaking the tension a little, Merry shaking their head for yes “I will tell Gil- Galad, but I’m taking you home so you can get some rest ok?” Celebrimbor gives them a reassuring hug, “Ok” was all they could say, taking his hand as they walked out and went home.

[leothil]

fuck it frisaturday

Dearest Morgan @rewritetheending tagged me yesterday while I was out social dancing, so please accept this humble post today instead! I was pondering what to share when I realised I never shared pics of an actual slightly-more-artistic project some friends and I cooked up.

In mid-march the student society I spent a large part of my years at uni at celebrated its 151-year anniversary, and since it was ten years since I sat on the board, I, along with the rest of my board, was invited to the year ball.

Going on a tangent here because I honestly don't know what to call it in English. It's a formal event, starting out with the current board receiving gifts (usually more funny than useful, and usually including some kind of alcohol) from other invited student associations, then a three course dinner, then some ballroom dancing, then afterparty lead by a dj. (And the next day at 12 the official after-afterparty starts.)

Well, we wanted to give the current board something funny but not completely useless. So we bought a toy cement truck, spray painted it gold (a callback to our board days when we specialized in coming up with year ball gifts that we could spray paint gold. I don't remember how it started but that was our trademark the whole year), and tested that we actually could get it to spit out servings of liquid without leaking all over the place (mostly successful).

Behold!

We got the board a big bottle of some nicer akvavit that we used to demonstrate how the truck works. As we hoped, they were delighted, and some of the other guests also complimented our truck. 😄 In the bottom pic, the sitting chairman of the board is receiving a serving of akvavit from me.

The video below shows one of the tests I and a friend ran on the truck.

No tags as I'm a day late, but if you weren't tagged and wanted to share something, this is you being tagged!

[turtleybeachin]

i absolutely love your burnout in the devildom series, i read it when i'm feeling down 😔💗 your characterization and writing is superb, do you think you'll ever do something similar again?

🥺💕

Thank you, what a sweet compliment!! I'm so glad it brings you comfort! It started as just a project entirely for myself, and it's been wild-but-comforting to me to see how many other people also needed to hear the same things I do.

I have a few things sort of in the works, but I don't know if I'll ever tackle a similar full-cast large project like that again. Maybe? I have been keeping it open that I may add the other three new(er) characters into that series if I feel confident enough in their characterization to tackle it. (Nightbringer is certainly giving us some good bits of them so far.)

If there are specific characters and situations you're wanting, please feel free to send an ask with the request though. It's easier for me to focus on a single prompt and single character than a whole big series, and while I don't promise a quick turn-around, I do promise to do my best to share all the warm fuzzies I can.

[clouseplayssims]

Medieval Traits Project

So I know I’m supposed to take it easy, and I’m trying to do that, but there are limited ways for me to shut my brain up when it wants to think about THINGS.

That said, I haven’t forgotten about my interest in traits - specifically, I want all the sims 3 medieval traits in game. I’m fairly certain I can make the objects without fuss, but I would like for them to do something, you know? Trouble is I’m not sure what I even want some of them to do, or I have ideas but they might be out of my realm of experience. So I’m gonna try but I’d love to idea source a bit.

Under a cut because it’s long. Please keep in mind my intent is to just make the objects and then if I’m feeling squirrely try and make them function.

Adventurous

Ideally I’d like if a want to go to a community lot rolled up more frequently, or hiking wants. it would be super cool for a rabbit hole interaction of “go on an adventure” but again, I am but a simple creature and it makes me a bundle of nerves thinking about it. A boost to fun after completion would be top notch.

-Giving Discuss Adventures and Describe Exotic Locales social options.

Call of the Sea

Fishing wants rolled frequently, regardless of aspiration. If the rabbit hole thing is even possible, “go on a whale hunt” would be cool.

Chivalrous

I love the possibilities for this trait and romance sims. You have no idea. Now what can and can’t be done, especially by me... different story. Best option: if a sim is dating/married/engaged, all romantic options with other sims are unavailable. No flirty, no touchy, no thinking about touchy. If that can’t be done, then they take a mood hit for cheating. Single chivalrous sims would have a boost to any romance they begin.

-Give donate to the poor at mailbox option.

Creative Cook

Preparing meals is quicker. Meals are more filling (like the seasons crop bonus but always for these sims?) and give a medium mood boost to fun as well. These sims can also eat rotten food without penalty. Potential way to unlock whale stew only for them?

-Give Gush About Cooking social

Dedicated

Genuinely, I have no idea how to translate extra responsibilities to TS2.

-Give Complaint About Work friendly social.

Earthy

Better mood when outside - similar to loves the outdoors. Increased percentage of finding cool stuff hiking? (without breaking hiking mod) Finding bugs more easily than other sims? I’d love to tie this to Sun&Moon objects when it comes to herbs too, not sure how.

Eloquent

-Give Comfort with Well-Chosen Words, Pontificate Poignantly, and Give Inspirational Speech friendly socials.

Entitled

An available allowance via mailbox? Starting funds for careers less? I like the idea that these sims don’t get along with non-noble/royal sims unless they’re also entitled and it takes longer to build those friendships.

Evil

Not sure if it’s possible to give them a mood boost when they witness “evil” but boy howdy I’d love it so they always did the evil witch hand-rubbing grin whenever nonsense like a brawl or public woohoo went down.

Excitable

10 neat points and asked to clean levels of excitement about everything. Mood boost for socializing, cooking, or fulfilling a want. Would it get annoying? Maybe. Would it still be adorable? Obviously

Friendly

Friendly interactions are accepted more often.

-Give Compliment Garments and Say Kind Words friendly socials.

Fun-Loving

Mood boost when having fun. Wants to do “fun” things more often like juggle, jump on the couch, go to community lots, etc. Mood tanks when “bored” aka fun gets too low.

Good

Committing “mean” socials causes mood decline. Able to donate to the poor at mailbox. Other sims get a small mood boost when completing friendly interactions with these sims.

Greedy

Mood boost when they earn money. They can also borrow money without having to pay it back from other sims - small and large amounts.

Haggler

Wholesale prices available always? I like the idea that sims with the merchant trait have a harder time building relationships with haggler-traited sims. Not sure if they can haggle at sim-owned businesses or not, like... asking for the “offer at” lower price option?

Hopeful Orphan

The one that started it all. I had a sims in TSM with this trait and I’ve always wanted it in TS2. Not sure if the game can randomly send them information about their parents - the only thing I can kind of think of is the thing where you get products to “try out” from random townies.

-Give Ask About Parents, Tell Life Story, and Talk About Parents friendly socials.

Jokester

Funny social are jokes have greater positive effective. Mood boost for other sims after hearing jokes.

-Give Jest About Dragons, Jest About State of Kingdom, Joke About Peasants and Nobles funny socials.

Loves Family

I want this different from family-oriented. One should be more direct family, the other should be like... I just love my whole family I’m showing up to all their nonsense with a supportive banner.

-Give Talk About Family and Spread the Love friendly socials.

Scholarly

Wants to read books come up more often. Examine everyday objects? No idea how to include that.

Solitary

Positive mood boost when alone. If the rabbit hole thing can work, “go on a solitary quest” would be a nice option for them, just to make them different from loners. Negative mood when around crowds.

Unkempt

Can sleep anywhere - no naps, we sleep on the floor like MEN! Mood increase the lower their hygiene is. Can eat spoiled food without penalty. Not sure if they can generate some type of grunge overlay, but that would be a delight.

Vain

Gussy up increases mood. Possible mirror interaction to “Admire Beauty” that increases mood? Rolls mirrors wants a lot. Like. A lot a lot. Think of the normal pet wants in the game, replace them with various mirrors at assorted prices.

-Give Enthuse About Self, Extol Personal Virtues socials.

Whale Ate My Parents

Listen if we CAN do rabbit hole off the lot nonsense, WHALE HUNTING. Random mood tank in these sims resolved by going whale hunting to simulate whale rage. Shout At Ocean interaction would be a delight. If buying things like specific-priced deco that’s meant to signal to the player “go buy this whale bone” is possible that would also be a delight.

-Give Shout Out Ocean interaction, Talk About Whales, Share Whale Story, Discuss Whale Hunt social

Bloodthirsty

Rolls want to win a fight frequently. Will want to fight sims with lower relationships as well.

Compulsive Gambler

To make my addiction system easier lets build these addictions in my good dudes! Rolls want to play poker and darts frequently. Not sure betting between sims is an option, but would be cool.

Cowardly

Mood decrease when outside at night. Rolls more random silly fears because why not. Would love if they could do the “run away from fire” interaction just, because why not. Fainting too.

-Give Warn Sim About Monsters, Warn Sim About Darkness, Warn Sim About End Times socials.

Cruel

Not sure how to show off pent-up anger, maybe just mood boost when they’re mean?

Cursed

Random sad moods because they’re ~cursed~ and stuff.

Drunkard

Drunkard already exists, boom de-ada.

Fool

Skill slower, drop tasks? It would be so annoying, but so right for them.

Glutton

Hunger motive decreases faster and is harder to fill up.

Guild Enemy

Pay higher prices? Somehow?

Hubris

...no idea how to blinded by hubris in TS2.

Insecure

Not socializing with sims causes mood to lower. Bad social interaction super lower mood. Sometimes wake up with low mood/nervous.

Insomniac

Wake up frequently at night. Sleep less than other sims and sometimes fall asleep just because why not.

Licentious

Mood lowers considerable if they haven’t kissed or had woohoo in a while. Boost in romance socials.

-Give Compliment Ankles flirt

Misanthrope

Mood decrease from interacting positively from other sims. Autonomously behave meanly.

Morose

Negative mood if they have a long rest.

Puny

Can’t win fights, or it’s very difficult for them. Tire easily - they work out as long as long. Would love to tie it in to Sun&Moon objects where they are quitters who quit stuff sooner. We support them. Get drunk faster?

Uncouth

Autonomously insult other sims. Using “gossip” interaction always results in relationship decrease.

Weak Constitution

Already exists, huzzah!

Dread Pirate

Rabbit hole “lead pirate raid” option with chances of finding objects. Can “collect pirate tribute” from sims - sort of like unsavory charlatan interaction.

Famous

Decent relationship boost when meeting. Friendly socials accepted more often, and friends can be kept longer without needing to contact them every four seconds. Free drinks?

Guild Connections

Discount on furniture in buy mode - better wholesale discount than previous traits? Clothing costs lower?

-Give Discuss Fashion friendly social

Herculean

Sim will become muscular and remain that way. Higher change of winning games and fights?

-Give Boast About Strength and Heroic Speech friendly socials and Brag About Strength romantic social.

Industrious

Able to give money to other sims as charity, increasing mood. Recieve larger incomes from careers?

Natural Leader

Can cheer up other sims in bad moods?

Patient

Extra lock for wants/fears?

Satiated

Hunger bar fills up easier and decreases at a slower rate.

Seductive

Romantic socials are more successful. Possible to give them a sexy red aura? idk. Maybe they can sparkle we can lean directly into the nonsense.

Strong Constitution

Impervious to lower-level sicknesses. No pentalties from drinking or eating spoiled food.

Wise

Gain experience at work faster. Win more often in games?

-Give Impart Wisdom social.

[modernhr]

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