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croucify · 6 months

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✶ STARGIRL — hamzahthefantastic x reader

006 ✶ Something Bout You

stargirl masterfile – next – previous

SUMMARY: hamzah has a crush on a youtuber who's always out and about and slushies see their relationship progress on social media! (smau)

DISCLAIMER: reader is a brown haired girl and for some pics that aren't faceless, i'll be using olivia rodrigo cause i love her and she’s filipino like me hehehe

A/N: not proofread! so sorry for taking so long to update this seriesss

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slushynfan y/n and hamzah were at a bar in los angeles last night!

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user792 theyre so cuteee

user018 i live for this account

user633 Are they dating noowww?????

user014 not y/n lurking and liking the post 😭

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“i know you’re like upset over the coffee but i literally offered to get you another one and you said no.” hamzah teased as he looks up from his phone to the girl in front of him. you were looking down at your phone, your lower lip being bit as you try to stop herself from smiling.

you shut your phone off after looking at the story you posted one last time. you grin at him, taking a piece from the croissant he got you.

“it’s fine hamzah i swear,” your words muffled by the croissant.

this is usually how they spent their days in la. either one of them would oversleep and the other would go out to buy them coffee and breakfast but today, both of them surprisingly woke up late, about to leave to do the routine but caught each other.

the past days, it was you who overslept but hamzah didn’t mind, not wanting to disturb your sleep and at times he’d just admire your sleeping figure as you tossed and turned on the bed while he got ready to leave. though, every time he got out to get you coffee, the barista would always make a mistake with your order which you never told him until today.

the past few days also made you realize that your crush on hamzah was growing deeper and deeper. you didn’t know whether or not what you’ve been hearing about him liking you were true so you didn’t bother mentioning what you were feeling towards him but he was starting to notice that at times, you tend to be awkward and hesitant especially when he gets too close or your bodies touch the slightest bit.

he takes also piece from your croissant, larger than the one you took earlier which made your eyebrows knit and jaw slack open.

“hamzah, what the hell!” you said louder than usual, the other customers glancing to where the pair of you were sat.

a smile was on his face as he chewed. when he finished, he took a huge sip from the drink you haven’t touched since you took one sip from it, earning a confused look from you. he looked up at you with an innocent look, head tilted slightly. “what? said you didn’t like this right?”

you roll your eyes playfully, crossing your arms. “yeah, but i’d you know—still drink it!” you stuttered, shrugging a bit.

“sure y/n…” hamzah said before he took a sip from your drink again. “we’ve been here for almost 20 minutes, the ice is almost completely melted, would you actually still drink this?”

as you were about to answer, he continued speaking again. “and the fact they got your order completely wrong too, don’t lie to me now.” he smirked at you teasingly.

you narrowed your eyes at him as if you were testing him, trying to see if you’d win but seconds later, you let out a groan. “ugh fine, okay. yes i won’t drink it.” you roll your eyes, trying to hide the smile on your face.

“now, can you please let me get you another drink?” he asked with a smile.

“okay, but get me a matcha latte instead of the coffee.”

“yes ma’am!” he tells you, smile not leaving his face as he saluted to you like a little kid before going to the counter to order.

the interaction leaving butterflies fluttering in your stomach and a red tint on your cheeks.

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multifandommilfs · 7 months

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Plan No Longer

Pairing: Addison Montgomery x reader

Wc: 1305

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Thanking @walshies for the side pics, they are my main inspiration :D

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You were planning. You told yourself you were ready, but your heart was still planning, causing your fingers to toy perpetually with the little velvet ring box in your coat.

Addison was just beside you as the waves lapped at the beach, the horizon moulding into one with the sky, dark and vast, they stretched out beyond your eyes could fathom, unpredictable.

You felt the silky texture beneath your fingertips, your heart beating raggedly in your chest. Addison let out a content noise resembling a purr as she sank into the beach chair, her left hand, fingers ringless and bare, folded easily with yours like a thousand times before. You wondered if she would still look at you the same way tonight, after you asked her the most important question of your life.

Your mind whirred back to when she first held your hand, though you couldn't quite remember anything except for the feeling of warmth running through your veins. Your chase for the memory led you back to when you first met her.

Unpredictable was when you met Addison.

It was a busy day at Seattle Grace Hospital, people were rolling in on stretchers, and the bus-car accident was to blame. You knocked your way through multitudes of nurses and doctors, breath in your throat. Your pager was incessant. It's pace felt faster even with every stretch your legs made to the OR for your unscheduled neurosurgery.

Your feet trampled down the flight of stairs, not bothering to take the stretcher-packed elevators. "Page Addison Montgomery!" Was the first thing you heard at the scrub station.

"Sorry?!" You hollered, and Derek whipped his head towards you so harshly that you were afraid his brain-deep hands might hit something important. "Page Addison Montgomery! The patient is pregnant, and she's haemorrhaging! Page her! "

"Page her yourself, Shepherd! I've never worked with pediatrics!" You rushed over, perspiration already forming on your forehead as you took over his position and requested O blood bags when the ECG monitor began to hasten evidently.

"She's going into V-Fib L/n! Administer-"

"Shepherd, call that paediatrician now!" Your voice rose, forcing him to relent his role. "CPR, oxygen, charge up the defibrillator. "You delegated the job to nurses as you started to control the haemorrhage.

It felt like forever before the said paediatrician finally barged into the OR, panting and tired. She immediately captured your line of sight as she put up all the necessary lines and monitored the baby as if she were only working on muscle memory, as if you weren't doing the same right now, watching her and suturing, letting the needle glide through the skin from right to left.

With the Dura mater sutured closed, you moved onto the scalp. The race in your heart was for a completely different reason, and it may or may not have to do with the utterly stunning woman before you.

"How's the mother's progress?" The new voice made your heart swoon and your eyes flicker upward to catch her blazing red hair. No matter, the forceps in your hands remained steadfast, just like how you were trained to have your head clear and precise during panic. Your eyes averted back to your hands. Her eyes were a ladened weight on you.

"I've stopped the bleeding and her BP is steady."You notified her of what you knew, though you weren't sure if another v-fib might trigger due to her pregnancy.

"But?" Her question made you scrutinize her before she shrugged. "I know that mildly concerned tone, I've used it myself." She gave you a smile, proud of herself for analysing you.

You let out an impressed scoff and told her what you assumed would happen as she listened more intently than any doctor you've ever met, her teeth baring slightly to take in her lower lip. You glanced away as you finished closing the patient up, hurrying to scrub out as fast as possible because the woman in front of you was causing a wreck in your previously tranquil train of thoughts.

She had a skip in her steps when she met you at the scrub station. Turning on the faucet, she spoke, "I'm aware you don't know who I am." You focused on washing the soap off your arms. "That's charming, am I supposed to?"

Her brows raised a touch at your sarcasm before the realisation hit her."No! No, no! That's totally not what I meant. I-I'm not egotistical or narcissistic or whatever you think I am now—I mean I kind of am, all surgeons are, but like- " She stopped mid-sentence, mentally kicking herself for being an awkward, stuttering mess. "I only wanted to make small talk or... whatever."

You dried off your arms, leaning against the sink as you surveyed her. She looked away, a tint of blush rising up her cheeks. You smiled, yielding to your wants. "Would that whatever be something like...a date?"

Her gaze whipped over to you, red high on her cheekbones. She wrung her hands and untied her surgical cap, freeing her hair over her shoulders in an elegant shake of her head. "If you want it to be."

You inched closer, lips pursing in faux contemplation. "I don't think I want it." Her smile faltered.

"I think I'll need it to be a date." You gushed before she could turn away, or worse, apologise.

Her eyes sparkled genuinely. "Addison Montgomery."

The next four months were history.

Until right now. Right now, you hold the future in your hands. And you didn't know whether to be excited or nervous about it.

You coughed, trying to unlodge the hesitation in your throat, which garnered Addison's attention. "Are you cold?" She asked, but she was already slipping off her sweater to drape it around your frame.

Just like that, there was no more hesitation, no more blue-screen in your heart. You took a full moment to register it—your heart was actually ready after weeks of reluctance at how much detail she noticed about you.

"Y/n, are you-"

"Willyoumarryme?" The words just tumbled past your lips without prior warning.

"What?"

"Marry me. Marry me." You scrambled, clumsily to your feet, still grasping her hand. "I know there's no fancy lights, no candlelit dinner but- that's my everyday with you; you are my fancy lights, you are my candlelit dinner, you are- you are everything I could possibly have-"

"I-" she stammered, tears pooling in her irises. For a moment, your lower lip trembled when it faced the possibility of rejection. Perhaps she wasn't ready, just like Yang and you were Burke, too fast. Your heart sank and sank and sank, falling so deep into the pits of your stomach that you let your tears coat your vision.

It took a while moment and you thought you lost at life.

Then her signature smile ran across her lips and stayed there, tears slipped from her crinkled eyes. "You're asking me to marry you." A statement you nodded fervently to, and your heart was already soaring seeing her happiness. "You're asking me to marry you!" High-pitched, she laughed, like bells ringing, and launched herself to you, toppling the both of you right into the sand.

Your laughter trailed hers until your chest hurt, so you just gripped her tightly, everything you have, needed and wanted, all in one handful. "I'm asking you to marry me." You let out an amazed breath, not quite believing yourself for being so lucky.

"We're married," she breathed, looking at you in wonder. "I'm married to you." It was a feeling that was all too surreal at the same time that something clicked perfectly in her life.

The ring, a merely a symbol of marriage, was forgotten. The truth of it was that you were already wearing your marriage on your hearts.

#addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery fluff #greys anatomy #greys anatomy fic

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mickeyswhore · 10 months

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You're Mine Now

A/N: Let me know if I should make a part 2, guys. 🥰

Summary: After Mickey was shot, he left the college and became a hitman. His newest target? You. But he didn't want to kill you, so he decided to take you and make you his.

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Warnings: smut, dark, Mickey's POV, unsavory language, Stockholm syndrome, a dash of daddy kink, talks about murder

(this pic gave the inspo, actually)

Mickey had the foresight to escape after Mrs. Loomis shot him, he wanted to kill the bitch but she was finished off so he was fine. He got all of the money he had access from the bank account before it was closed by the police, so he was able to get by for a couple of years. He went back to the forums where he met Mrs Loomis so he started killing people for hire, it was quickly paying off quickly, he was able to be completely underground and it was great, getting paid for doing what you love.

It has been years now, Mickey was in a routine now. His fees were astronomical because he was the best of what he did, and he made no excuses about it, his only rule was no children, even murderous psychopaths had a line, and that was Mickey’s. Usually his customers were powerful men not wanting to deal with prenups, competitors in their fields, or simply people that pissed them off and that allowed him to walk around the higher circles and Mickey loves the finer things in life, so is a win win situation.

Mickey now was about to meet with a potential client, now he only accepts new customers through referrals, so it doesn’t blow back on him. Only now with all of his security measures in place, Mickey realises in how much danger he was by just accepting random anonymous messages, young and dumb as they say. The building was in a high end hotel, Mickey knew the owner so he knows that every recording of him is prompted deleted. He was wearing his signature full black tailored suit, Mickey was a silver fox now, he was glad that between balding and going gray, it was the latter for him.

“Mr. Wadsworth, how do you do?” The man was probably the same age as Mickey but he was in a disgusting shape, balding and a huge gut, it disgusted Mickey to no end. He took great pride in his appearance, he never understood why other people didn't.

“Mr…I didn't catch your name?” His voice was annoying, Mickey thought, definitely won’t be a regular client.

“That is because I didn't give it to you, shall we?” Mickey motioned for him to sit, which Mr. Wadsworth did. “So, what is the sensitive matter that would like me to handle?” Mickey was always adamant about using vague language, nothing that would look bad on a court reading, was his motto.

“I want a permit for drilling oil but the land is protected by law, there is one senator that is blocking it, I simply need him to have a family emergency, him not being around wouldn’t be good for business.” Mickey laughed, at least he had the foresight to know that getting rid of the only senator blocking his progress would be idiotic, you’d be surprised how many people able to afford a hitman are dumb to target the most obvious person.

“Great, who would be causing the family emergency?” The man passed Mickey the folder, he didn't look at it, Mickey was always adamant about doing his own research.

“It needs to be done before next month.” Mickey nodded and got up from his seat, this man was incredibly dull so he couldn’t wait to leave.

“I know my schedule, transfer half of the money and you’ll hear from me after is done.” They shook hands and Mickey went to his hotel room, it was where he preferred to work. Mickey had a house with way too many acres but he was barely there, if he was being honest it wasn’t conductive to business and it was lonely. Mickey always had one night stands, he hated (loved) to brag but getting women was not an issue for him at all, but an actual relationship? Not likely.

He opened the folder and he saw a photo of the target, the daughter of the senator, you. Seeing your photo made Mickey stop, what a fucking waste, he thought. You were fucking hot, he thought about maybe seducing you and then kill you but would that be enough? Mickey started reading about you, it was comical how much younger you were from Mickey, he was old enough to be his daughter, in his fucked up mind Mickey being so much older than you got him excited.

You were in university, no boyfriend made Mickey smile, from the files it seems as if you were a bit of a loner. He was going to start stalking you and to get close to you, and see how is the best way to do his job. Mickey finished reading your files and went to bed, he was painfully hard now, he simply decided to ignore it and focus on his task, you.

Mickey thought it was way too early, but apparently you woke up that early to go to the library, then your favourite local coffee shop. He got to the library before you, and then you entered the store, it was summer so you were wearing a blue summer dress, Mickey thought you looked delicious. You said hi to the worker and was getting closer to where he was, which was the classics. Mickey was now in character, pretending to ponder on which book to choose, he sighed and that got your attention.

“Hey, sorry to bother you but do you need help?” You tapped him on the shoulder and when Mickey turned to you he wanted to laugh at your reaction, your mouth was open it was clear as day that you found him attractive, that was always made the job much easier.

“It is that obvious that I need help?” Mickey let out a fake embarrassed laugh, it was easy to act like a dork sometimes, Mickey thought.

“Well, no. But you are holding one of my favourites and I need to know why you haven’t chosen it yet.” You were behaving like a school girl with a crush, the giggling, the hand on your face to hide the embarrassment, Mickey thought it was extremely cute.

“It’s for my niece, she just started university and I want to give her a nice gift. Do you think that should I just bite the bullet and buy both?” He gave you his million dollar smile and he could see you melting, you were adorable.

“If you can, I would. Especially if she’s a book worm like me.” You laughed again, and Mickey could see that you couldn’t hold eye contact him and he loved it.

“I can’t believe that you are a book worm, how can such a beautiful woman like you be buried in books? I guess that you have the beauty and the brains, then?” You touched Mickey’s arm while laughing, he got closer to you and you did too.

“You are too kind, sir.” Mickey took a deep breath, you calling him sir being so close to him was making him incredibly hard.

“I’m Mickey, by the way.” He extended his hand for you to shake it and you introduced yourself. Your whole demeanor, voice and body was intoxicating for Mickey, he wanted you, not just for one night, he wanted you to be his forever. “I know this is probably too much too soon but…would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?” He looked at you with a smirk, you looked so flustered and Mickey loved every second of it.

“Yes, there’s a coffee shop that I love.” You and Mickey went to the counter and he paid for both books, he could tell that you were admiring him, his suit, the way Mickey carried himself, he could tell that you enjoyed everything about him.

“Shall we? My car is parked right out front.” Mickey’s hand went on your lower back, he could tell that you enjoyed the contact, getting to the door he made sure to open the door for you. He did the same with his car door, his car was spacious and he could tell that you liked it. “You’re gonna have to guide me, because I moved here a couple months back and I still don’t know my way around it.” The two of you smiled and you were more than happy to give him directions to the coffee shop.

Getting there Mickey could tell that people were staring at him, it was a regular occurrence but he could tell that it was a bit weird for you, so he made sure to be touching you at all times, Mickey pulled the chair out for you and acted like the perfect gentleman for you, he was proud on that fact.

“So, what do you do for a living Mickey?” He could tell that you were nervous, afraid of saying the wrong thing and mess it up but that wouldn’t happen with Mickey to smooth out any situation.

“Consulting, they pay an obscene amount of money to put out their fires.” It was true, his killing rates were astronomical, and he did what he loved. “What about you, sweetheart?” You giggled like a schoolgirl and tried to cover it up with a cough, Mickey tought it was the sweetest thing ever.

“I’m in university at the moment, but I still have no idea what I’m going to do…maybe you can teach me more about consulting?” Mickey could see the attempt of trying to get his number and he smiled.

“I’d be more than happy to teach you anything you want, sweetheart.” Mickey put his hand on yours and you looked at it and he saw how your breathing changed, oh you were horny, Mickey thought to himself.

“I’d like that.” You said in a breathy voice and Mickey knew you were a goner.

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After your first date, Mickey made sure to take your contact details and he was now a staple in your life. He was the first person you called when you had anything going on in your life, and it has only been a week. Mickey on the other hand was utterly obsessed with you, and he already that he wasn’t going to kill you and that you were going to be with him for the rest of your life. He already had everything ready, and he made sure to destroy the life of the man that wanted you dead and if you were with him, no one would try to kill you because of your father ever again.

Mickey went to the restaurant to meet you, today was the day that he was going to make you his fully. His house was already set for you to be there, no work for a while to pay full attention to you, Mickey never felt this way before, and he wasn’t going to give up on you, he owned you, it was only a matter of time for you to find out.

“How are you, sweetheart?” You went to Mickey and kissed him, and he took advantage of that and put the drug on your drink.

“I’m great, I can’t wait for you to meet my parents.” Mickey smiled, another reason why he wanted to take you away, not having to meet your parents.

“Me too, sweetheart.” The two of you started talking about other things, and you started getting a bit sleepy. “Are you okay, baby?” Mickey looked so concerned, it almost looked real.

“Yeah, yeah…just a bit tired.” You yawned and Mickey asked for the check, the drug was going to knock you out in a few minutes.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” He paid with cash, as always and guided you to his car. As soon as you got there, sleep took over you.

Mickey started driving, he made the point of not initiating any intimacy with you, he wanted you fully comfortable with him. He looked at your exposed legs and Mickey caressed it, your skin was so smooth, he felt like a goddamn teenager, getting hard just by feeling your leg. He focused on the road, otherwise he would start fucking you before you woke up.

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When Mickey arrived with you still asleep it was evening, he took you out of the car and carried you to his house. House was an understatement, it was a mansion but Mickey hated to brag. He had a bedroom ready for you, it didn't open from the inside, he knew that you were going to freak out for a couple of days and he needed to break you in.

He decorated the bedroom in a way that he knew you would enjoy, he put you on the bed and left. Watching you on the camera, Mickey grabbed a beer and waited for you to wake up. He knew that he could be quite obsessive but there was something about you because Mickey never went through so much trouble just for some pussy.

Hours passed and you started to wake up, Mickey could see and he was excited about it. He could tell that you were starting to freak out.

“Hello?” Your voice was cracking, and Mickey couldn’t help but groan. He loved hearing you so helpless. “Is there anyone out there?” He could see that you were about to cry, Mickey knew he was fucked in the head, he was since a child but hearing you cry? Fuck, that making him incredibly hard. “Is my boyfriend alright?” Mickey groaned, you were worried about him? Fuck, he started palming himself through his trousers. “Please, don’t hurt him.” Tears were running down your cheeks and Mickey got his cock out and he started stroking it, while he could hear you cry, his strokes got quicker. “Please.” Mickey groaned, and his strokes got quicker. “Please, I’ll do anything.” He started massaging his balls and with the way you were begging? Mickey was going to cum anytime now. “Please.” Mickey came, hard. He got all of his trousers dirty, but it didn't matter.

Mickey didn't talk to you, he only gave you food. It has been days, you were going insane and every time you cried, he was jerking off. He decided to taunt you and got something he hasn’t used in years, the Ghostface voice modulator.

“Good morning, bunny.” The voice boomed across the bedroom and you were scared.

“Who are you?” You sounded almost happy to have a human interaction and Mickey could see how much you craved for it. “Are you going to kill me?” Tears started running down your face, you were so scared. “Where is Mickey?” Seeing how much you were worried about him, Mickey was enjoying every second of it.

“I could never kill you, if you must know someone wanted to kill you, I simply got in the way. This is for your protection.” You started yelling and crying so Mickey stopped talking, and you fell asleep after doing it for hours.

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It has been a whole month, Mickey could see it was getting to you, your mental state was very fragile and he knew this. So now it was time to show himself to you, next part of the plan. Mickey was sure Stockholm Syndrome would make you so malleable, perfect to be his perfect little doll. You were asleep when Mickey opened the door, he watched you for a few minutes, you looked so peaceful.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” He shook you, and you woke up. As soon as you saw Mickey, you started kissing him.

“Oh my God, are you okay? Mickey, I thought they killed you.” Mickey had a couple of fake bruises on his face, but he thought of something different now.

“How could they kill me when it’s my house, bunny?” He used the voice modulator and you just looked at him, but it was curious, you didn't stop touching Mickey.

“It was you?” You whispered, but your hands were still on Mickey and he was smirking at you.

“Of course, I couldn’t let them kill you, bunny.” Mickey started touching your face and you leaned into his touch.

“You love me?” You whispered, he could see the wheels turning in your head.

“Of course, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” After those words were uttered, you jumped on Mickey.

You started removing his shirt, you were wearing a silk nightgown and nothing underneath. Mickey started kissing you, it was all teeth and passion, he removed your nightgown and you removed his cock from his trousers.

“I need this, daddy.” You stradled him and aligned his cock at your entrance, Mickey couldn’t believe any of this. It was as if you were possessed.

Mickey put your nipple in his mouth, you were bouncing on his cock, he could feel how wet you were.

“Keep bouncing on my cock, bunny.” The two of you were on the floor, there was no time to get into bed. You were moaning and bouncing on his big and thick cock, your pussy felt like heaven for Mickey, he was never letting you go now.

“Fuck, daddy.” You screamed, and he could tell you were going to cum.

“Oh, I can tell you’re going to cum bunny. Come on, cum all over my cock little bunny.” He bit your left breast making you moan and then you pulled his hair and Mickey could feel you cumming around his cock.

You were exhausted, you put your head on his shoulder and Mickey started cumming inside you and you moaned. This was perfect, Mickey picked you up and put you on the bed. You started whining and he laid with you, and you laid on top of Mickey.

“I love you, never leave me.” After this, you fell asleep. Mickey smiled, this was way better than he ever imagined.

"Don't worry, bunny. You're mine now." He kissed your forehead and fell asleep as well.

#mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri imagine #mickey altieri smut #mickey altieri x you #mickey altieri #slasher fanfiction #scream franchise #scream imagine #scream 2

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silenzahra · 1 month

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Loved reliving this experience 💚✨

Guess what game I finished a couple of nights ago 😌

I really had so much fun with this game! I missed playing as my beloved boy Luigi and going ghost-hunting with him 🥹 And this pic with Polterpup is just so peaceful 🤍💚

Some spoilers under the cut! ⚠

In all honesty though, I probably would've finished this game earlier if it weren't for that mission in which all the ghosts invade the Treacherous Mansion and you have to go running from one room to the next to catch them all before the dimension collapses... You know, I LOVE that games increase their difficulty as they progress, but I do NOT like missions against the clock 😅 That one took me a few attempts to complete...

But then, the last Possessor ghost was even easy 😶 It only took me about 4 minutes to defeat all those armors, including the giant one, which is, btw, the time I spent fighting against the Possessor ghost from the Secret Mine. The one I took FOREVER to defeat in the 3DS version. I'm... honestly surprised that I found both ghosts so easy 😅

King Boo, though, was very hard, but I don't even know how, I managed to defeat him on the first try! It was a cool fight indeed, though also a bit stressing, especially the part where he chases after you while you have to dodge lots of furniture and obstacles 😆 (Yes, I tend to stress myself with videogames because I live them to the fullest 😂)

I had to share these pics simply because I love them, especially the first one. Oh, the angst... The yearn in Luigi's gestures to save his brother... 🥺

And then... 🥹

The brothers ever 🥹❤️💚

Luigi adopting Polterpup is the cutest thing EVER, and all the ghosts becoming friends with him and Mario and the Toads is just so sweet! I truly LOVE the ending of this game 🥹

Also, I didn't remember the credits at all, and these pics really surprised me! 👇

THIS IS WAY TOO CUTE??? HELLO????? 😭😭😭😭😭

I totally wasn't expecting that last one... and I totally did NOT squeal like a silly as soon as I saw it, of course not, what are you talking about 🥹🥹🥹

Now I only have one doubt... I wanna change my profile pic, but I can't choose between the first one, with Luigi and Polterpup relaxing and napping together, or the last one with the bros high-fiving... I love them both and I can't choose. HELP 😆

Also, as for the games I'm currently playing, it's Paper Mario 64 on NSO and Super Mario Galaxy on Super Mario 3D All Stars! I'm really enjoying both so far! 🥰

#luigi's mansion 2 hd #luigi's mansion #luigi's mansion 2 #dark moon #luigi's mansion dark moon #spoilers #luigi #mario #polterpup #toad #professor e gadd #videogames

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lowkeychenle · 1 year

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Try Me On [NJM] (feat. Chenle)

Description: FWB!Jaemin takes you to buy lingerie. You're surprised when he tells you to pick out one Chenle will like too, until you realize what his goal is. A few photos and a video call later, you know you're in for it the next time you see Chenle.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,073

Content Warnings: So much goes on here lmfao sooo public sex (Jaemin), phone sex (Chenle), one lil instance of a hand necklace (thank you Jaemin), use of the term Princess, Chenle calls them brats yada yada oh and unprotected sex (plz don't do this part)...and use of mirrors.......and taking pics and videos there's a lot okay

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin

Author's Note: This is the second installment...so you should read the first part of the AU first, but the poly portion of it is kind of ambiguous right now? They'll get there eventually but the smut needs to progress naturally to that point (bc boo more smut right?)

Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle Series Masterlist]

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“Isn’t the whole point of lingerie like, you being surprised?” You furrow your eyebrows at Jaemin. “Plus, what if someone sees you with me?”

“You know we’re still friends in real life, right?” Jaemin chuckles as he walks into the store behind you.

“Male friends don’t usually go with female friends to try on underwear, Jaem,” you remind him, eyes already snagging on a few pieces you like.

“I’m a man, and you need a man’s opinion. Sounds simple enough to me.”

You snort in response.

“It’s not complicated at all, Princess. Plus, I paid them to close the store for two hours so you could find whatever you’d like.” His tone is so nonchalant, you almost miss what he actually said.

“You paid them for what?” Your jaw drops. “Jaemin, what the hell? What if they know who you are?”

“Money solves all problems,” he says. “Stop worrying. The clock is ticking and if I don’t see you at least 90% naked, I’m gonna make you 100% naked in the middle of the store.”

Your cheeks suddenly burn like you’re on fire. There’s not an ounce of humor in his voice.

“While you’re at it,” he pauses briefly, almost like he has to come to terms with what he’s about to say next, “find something Chenle would like, too.”

No way in hell today is happening. It’s completely possible you’re dreaming right now, because Na Jaemin just told you to pick out lingerie sets to wear for him and your other fuck buddy. It’s only been a week since you took both of them at once. Things seemed fairly normal after that—as in, they went back to having completely separate relationships with you.

“Didn’t know you thought of me with Chenle a lot,” you mutter, looking anywhere but at Jaemin.

“At first it was a little bit of an ego shot.” Jaemin’s honesty almost knocks you off your feet. “But it feels normal now. And I’m not going to buy you lingerie to wear for me and not think of the way Chenle has bent you over every surface of your house.”

“Jaem—“

“I never realized how turned on I’d get at the idea of watching you get fucked by someone else. You were so overwhelmed, Princess. It was sexy.” He runs his fingers through his hair, chest rising. “Pick some out for him, too.”

You clear your throat, trying your best to pretend his simple words didn’t have heat swarming inside you. If the offer was on the table, you’d take them both again. The pleasure was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you swear you can still feel it tingling inside you at the mere thought of them.

Jaemin prefers lighter colors. Pinks, whites, baby blues. He likes feigned innocence and purity, fabric that left little to the imagination but still covered you enough to leave him some joy in unwrapping you.

And even though you hadn’t ever dressed in lingerie for Chenle, you have a feeling you know what he likes. Blacks, reds, deep, royal blue. For him, you couldn’t really convince yourself he’d like anything more than he likes seeing you naked.

You pick out four to try on. There’s only one that might spark something for Chenle, but you aren’t completely sure. Jaemin would help you decide.

You head over to the fitting rooms, giving Jaemin a wide-eyed glance when he tries to follow you. The worker stops him.

“Sorry, sir, I can’t let you go in there.” She holds up her hand.

“Ah.” With a sigh, he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He opens it and grabs a wad of cash, holding it out to the woman. “I don’t even think I’m really here right now.”

Reluctantly, she takes it from him and disappears toward the front of the store. You should scold him for doing something like that, but you can’t help but like it much more than you should.

Jaemin leads you into the room by the small of your back, closing and locking the door behind you. You’re not sure what to expect from him. There’s plenty of space to move around, and he sits on the bench on the far side of the room. You stand between him and the mirror, the skimpy shreds of fabric clutched to your chest.

“You want me to just…”

“Yep.” He grins, raising his eyebrows. “I’ve seen it all, baby.”

“It’s different in this context. What if they look bad on me?” You frown at him.

He scoffs. “(Y/N), in no world are any of those gonna look bad. You’re so sexy, you make me hard no matter what you’re wearing.”

You won’t lie—he boosts your confidence way more than you should allow. If Na Jaemin is calling you sexy, you have to be, right?

“Try Chenle’s on first. We’ll send him a picture.” Jaemin pulls his phone out of his pocket and winks. “Think he’s busy?”

You pull your shirt over your head. “He said he was recording with Donghyuck and Renjun today.”

“Let’s make his day a little harder, huh?” He chuckles to himself, leaning back against the wall as he watches you strip.

His gaze drinks in every inch of your bare skin as you remove the rest of your clothing. You try to ignore the dark look in his eyes once you’re fully naked, really try, but everything he does makes you crave him beyond belief.

The royal blue fabric is intense, despite the lack of material. It’s completely sheer, displaying your already peaked nipples without even a smidge of coverage.

“Fuck,” Jaemin mumbles, shifting forward. “You look so fucking good.”

“I don’t know about that.” You let out a small laugh.

“C’mere. We’ll ask Chenle.” He spreads his legs, and you already know what he wants you to do.

“Jaem…”

“Baby,” he whines. “Come get on your knees and let me show him. You didn’t mind both of us at the same time last week.”

You do as he asks, kneeling in front of him and placing your palms on your knees. Gulping, you patiently wait as he positions his phone to take the photo.

“You look so good,” he says, wetting his lips. “Wanna do one more pose for him?”

Against your better judgment, you nod.

“Put your ass up.” It’s not a suggestion.

You listen, turning around and sliding your chest against the floor. The hardwood is cold on your skin, but Jaemin’s sharp inhale makes you undeniably warm. With a burst of confidence, you spread your legs a but further, knowing you’re giving him a clear view of your pussy.

Jaemin grips your ass while he takes the picture.

“Okay, baby. Get one of the other ones. Hurry, or I’ll have to fuck you in this one before Chenle does.”

Blushing, you get up and grab the pink one you picked out. You barely have time to get it all the way on when Jaemin’s phone buzzes once, twice, three times.

He looks at the screen and chuckles. “Chenle’s mad at me. He said he wants to, and I quote, rip that flimsy fabric off of her and fuck her stupid.”

You’re so weak when it comes to them. Jaemin glances up at you, a dark look in his brown eyes.

“My God, look at you.” He clicks his tongue. “Should we keep playing with him? I think so.”

“We can’t stay here all day,” you warn him. “We’ve already been here for an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll give you the choice then.” He sighs. “You can suck my cock or you can get fucked while I send videos of us to Chenle.”

“This isn’t real.” You laugh, smacking your palm to your forehead. “Jaemin, we’re in public!”

“This is a closed room,” he replies.

His gaze rakes over your body.

“We’ll buy that one, too. Put the white one on and pick an option.”

Your logic doesn’t work when you’re around Jaemin. He offers to fuck you and you melt into a puddle immediately no matter where you are or what you’re doing. Your body knows he doesn’t stop until you’ve finished, and now you crave release.

“We gotta be fast, babe.” He unbuttons his pants as you put the white set on. “Please, please pick getting fucked. I’ve been so hard this whole time.”

If you’re going to commit to this, you’ll act the part, too. You put on the best seductive face you can, moving slowly over to him until you’re standing between his legs.

“I’m buying you all of these,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Too fucking sexy.” He turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, his fingers trailing up your bare sides and sneaking under the white lace.

You gasp when he yanks you down onto his lap, hands resting on your hips. He chuckles lowly, kissing from your shoulder to your jawline.

“What are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, eyes nearly rolling when his touch ghosts along your inner thighs.

“Just making sure you’re ready for me.” He squeezes your leg.

“I’m ready.” You grind down the best you can, living for the way he hums in response.

He releases you, allowing you to stand up while he pushes his jeans down. Reaching into his boxers, he pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking a couple times before he beckons for you to join him. You climb over him and make sure to face the mirror while you straddle him. The uncomfortable plastic of the bench digs into your knees, but as Jaemin slides the thin fabric covering your heat aside, you don’t even think of it.

“God,” he groans when he slides a finger along your entrance. “You must fucking love the thought of both of us, don’t you?”

“You might like it a little more than me,” you tease him.

You barely get the sentence out before he’s guiding his throbbing cock into you. Once he’s fully inside, every word you considered saying next has disappeared, and all that’s left is how good he feels. The stretch is a little harder to take without foreplay, but he allows you time to adjust.

“Princess,” he mutters against your ear. “You brought him into this. I’m being good and sharing, is that not what you want? Because I can just as easily keep you for myself.”

You lift yourself up with his guidance, moaning when he thrusts up to meet you on the way back down. He inhales sharply, grabbing his phone.

“Keep going,” he commands.

It’s hard to move in this position, so you’re not able to ride him the way you usually would, but the lack of mobility sends more wetness to your core. You’re desperate to take all of him. Focusing on his pleasure, you ignore the ache forming in your thighs.

His hand travels over the expanse of your stomach, and from the way you see him holding his phone in the mirror, you know he’s recording. You try your best to move faster, wanting to give the recipient of the video that much more material. He finds your clit rubbing it just enough to have you moan loudly and jolt your hips before he stops.

He drops his head against the wall, ending the recording and sending it to Chenle.

“How does it feel, Princess?” he asks, touch dancing along your collarbone. The soft fabric of his sweatshirt presses into your back, and you wish more than anything you could feel his bare skin against yours. He gives your throat a quick squeeze. “You’re stuffed full of my cock, and Chenle’s watching that video wishing he was me.”

You let out a weak laugh. “Jaem, are you getting jealous?”

He fully wraps his hand around your neck and tugs you back until he’s talking in your ear. “Careful, baby,” he warns you. “Don’t give me a reason to be.”

His phone vibrates with an incoming call against the bench, and you stop moving. You settle onto his lap even though your entire body begs you to continue. Jaemin answers, but he doesn’t have time to say anything before Chenle starts scolding him.

“What part of I’m recording with Renjun and Donghyuck did you two not fucking understand?” His voice sounds strained. “You fucking brats.”

“Keep going, Princess.” Jaemin pats your leg before returning his attention to Chenle. “She looks sexy in white, doesn’t she?”

You resume your motions, trying to set a steady pace while Jaemin rubs your thigh.

“Fuck you, Jaemin,” Chenle groans, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “I don’t have a lot of time, and I’m hard as hell. Can’t believe I’m stuck recording while you’re fucking our girl.”

Our girl. You whimper at the words, and you’re not sure if the twitch of Jaemin’s cock buried deep inside you is from you or Chenle.

Your legs burn at this point, but when the signature FaceTime sound starts, you don’t dare slow down your pace. Jaemin feels heavenly inside you, and the thought of Chenle watching has you dripping down your thighs. You forget you’re in public for a moment, moans falling from your lips as Jaemin positions the phone in front of you. He uses his knees to spread you apart further, and he sinks a little further inside you.

Chenle has the perfect view of you riding Jaemin.

“You’ve always been too easy on her,” Chenle growls. “Play with her tits.”

You’re surprised Jaemin listens to the other’s command. He immediately slides his hand beneath the white fabric and tweaks your nipple. Your hips jerk and you’re so close to begging him to make you cum. You feel the high approaching, but you need more. His length is heavenly inside you, but it’s not enough to push you over the edge, and both he and Chenle know that. Your clit throbs, screaming at you to give it attention.

“She doesn’t get to finish,” Chenle says. “Fuck her until you’re done, but she doesn’t deserve it yet.”

You cry out in protest.

“She’s so pretty when she cums, though.” Jaemin pouts, moving down until his fingers tease your lower stomach.

“My God, please.” You move faster. “Please, I need it so bad.”

“Don’t you hear her?” Jaemin hums. “I always make my princess cum. What are you gonna do about it?”

His fingers connect with your clit, and you let out a much too-loud moan as your hips jerk. You move faster on top of him, wanting nothing more than to fall apart. Right before the high washes over you, he stops.

“Fuck,” you hiss, trying to get that feeling back.

Chenle’s breath hitches, and the sounds coming from his end of the phone tells you he’s fisting his cock right now.

“I’ll punish both of you.”

Jaemin’s length twitches inside you, and this time, you know it’s from Chenle. Warmth floods your legs as all sorts of images flash across your mind. You don’t want to be punished, but you desperately want to cum. Your body aches, and there’s an intense pressure building in your abdomen that makes your skin sticky with sweat and your core flutter around Jaemin.

Smirking, he finds your clit again. Almost like he knows what’s going to happen, he drops his phone and covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your scream of pleasure as your walls clamp down on him. Your vision turns white, and you barely notice what happens next between your delirious state and the way Chenle’s moans filter through the phone.

Jaemin pulls you off him and turns you around so he can look at you. You’re back on his lap within seconds, and he tugs you down until you’re filled with him all over again. He seems to have forgotten about the other man. He thrusts upward, nails digging into your hips to pull you down every time.

Another few seconds later, and his head is falling back against the wall with a thud as his warm cum fills you. He gives himself a moment to calm down, and then he grabs his phone. With your head buried in his neck, you shy away from the camera.

“Both of you better be at my fucking house in the next half an hour, understood?” Chenle’s voice is low and a bit scratchy. “I’m getting out of here, and by the time I get home, both of you better be waiting.”

“One more thing,” Jaemin says. He wraps his arm around you and lays you back against the bench. As he slides his cock out of you, he positions his phone so Chenle has a clear view of Jaemin’s cum leaking out of your pussy and gathering on the ruined lingerie.

“Don’t piss me off even more.” Chenle huffs. “Half an hour, Jaemin. I’m not playing with you.”

“We’ll see.” Jaemin grins widely, winking at his phone before hanging up. He tosses it to the side, returning his attention to you. “Are you okay, Princess? That wasn’t too much, was it?”

“I’m good.” You nod, closing your eyes. “We definitely have to buy this one now.”

He chuckles, helping you sit up. “I already paid for all of them. Did you really think I’d fuck you in it and then pay for it? I’m not a monster.”

You stand on your shaky legs, and he helps you remove the ruined fabric and grabs your clothes. Once both of you are fully dressed, he goes out to the cashier to get a bag. You put all four sets into it. When you see yourself in the mirror, you cringe at how messy you look. There’s no way that woman out there won’t know what happened in here—if she hadn’t heard you first.

You don’t look at her as you follow Jaemin out of the store. He flashes his dazzling smile at you, and you’re not sure why that sends a flutter to your heart.

“Guess we’d better go to Chenle’s, huh?” He raises his eyebrows. “He’s not very happy with us.”

“I didn’t even do anything.” You pout but nod anyway.

He laughs and throws his arm over your shoulder. “You were literally fucking yourself on my cock, babe. I think that counts as something.”

Even with your legs shaking as you walk to Jaemin’s car, everything inside you tingles with excitement at the thought of Chenle punishing you.

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 1 year

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angst for pic 5 🙈

Another AU but this one is Brother's Best Friend and tbh real sad, sorry i cried writing it 😓 the girls that get it, get it.

You'd had a crush on Harry for as long as you could remember. Practically ever since he came into your life at the age of 14. He was 2 years older, like your brother, so you knew he didn't mind you in the slightest. You guys never really talked one-on-one until he came into your job one day and informed you that he now worked in a building just down the street and his coworkers had recommended he get his coffee from the shop you worked at. So you started to see a lot more of him, almost daily. At first you'd just talk about your brother and how he was hard at work at the law firm he had been hired at, but soon it started becoming more about yourselves and well, it definitely rekindled your crush on him.

You were still in university and well, he'd just entered the workforce and so you figured that maybe he could help you get a better job where he worked. You liked the coffee shop and your coworkers were fun, but you could really afford to get paid better since you planned on moving out of the dorms with your best friends, Natalie and Mandy, during the summer. Neither of you wanted to be holed up in the dorm for your final year of university. You were nervous to ask him, but of course, he was really cool about it and told you he'd ask around. Sure enough, there was an administrative assistant position open for the floor manager and you applied and interviewed as soon as possible. You'd done some secretarial work in the past and well your previous employers gave you glowing recommendations and you were hired.

Harry obviously sort of took you under his wing. He introduce you to his friends at work, and not as his best friend's little sister, by your name and telling them that you were his "good friend" which made you feel good. Like he was starting to take you seriously. And you guys even started bringing each other lunch, going out after work when you didn't have class whether it be with your work friends or with your friends... he would obviously flirt with you, but you tried not to let it get to your head because he flirted with everyone.

This went on for months and one day Harry was dropping you off at your flat and before you could get out of his car he just leaned in and kissed you. It caught you completely off guard and he apologized incessantly as he pulled away, but when you gathered your frazzled self you grabbed his face and kissed him back. You spent close to 15 minutes making out heatedly. You only stopped because the security guard came to tap on his window because the glass was all fogged up. You guys died laughing from embarrassment, but you didn't care, he had kissed you first and you had kissed him back...maybe he liked you like you liked him.

It had been 2 months since that night and you hadn't kissed again. He hadn't even made a move on you. You figured it had something to do with your brother or him feeling weird about having known you your whole life basically. But he still asked about your plans all the time, he came over to your flat to hang out with you and your friends, he'd still go out with you guys...and you just thought that maybe he just needed a bit of time to really solidify his feelings for you. You had told your best friends/roommates about the steamy kiss when it happened, so they knew that you were interested in him and they'd ask for updates, see how things were going and well, there hadn't been any progress from the usual stuff. When your friend Mandy suggested that you invite him to her birthday party to see if that would push him to make a move you decided to take her advice.

You had no idea why you were so nervous about asking him something so simple, but you were. Your palms were sweaty as you made your way over to his office with his coffee order from the shop down the street.

"Coffee's here!" you said to him as you peeked into his door and he glanced up from his computer screen and smiled at you.

"Life saver!" he hummed as you set the large paper cup on his desk, "You didn't have to get me the bigger one." he assured you.

"S'alright, the manager is still cool with me so she charges me for the mediums but "makes the wrong amount" and then gives me the larges." you explained to him and he chuckled.

"Well, in that case...keep that relationship going strong. I really needed this, m'knackered today." he said, "Went to this like midnight garden walk thing and I didn't know it was like a 4 hour thing." He chuckled as he took a drink of his coffee and your eyes widened.

"Oh, no way! Natalie went to that too! Well, she stayed over her friend's house though cause they lived close or something." you explained and Harry suddenly choked on his coffee. He started coughing loudly and reached for his water jug and chugged some down to clear the discomfort from his throat, "Are you OK?" you asked him and he nodded with watery eyes.

"Yeah it just went down the wrong pipe and it's hot so I just...nearly died." he coughed again, "Is there a giant hole where my esophagus is?" he asked you jokingly, craning his neck up and you chuckled.

"No. I think you'll live." you said and he smiled, "Oh so ummm, we're having a little birthday party for Mandy on Saturday night if you want to come?" you asked casually, feeling quite proud of yourself for your delivery.

"Oh really?" he asked and you nodded. He was acting a little strange, but you couldn't figure out what it was, he seemed a little nervous and it made you nervous to think that you might be making him nervous.

"Ummm, yeah."

"Well, yeah thanks for inviting me. Count me in." he said with a smile and you nodded.

"Cool. Starts at 7:30 and ends sometime the next morning." you said with a mischievous little glint in your eyes and he chuckled.

"Sounds like a fun time."

"Yeah. So ummm, yeah...I'll see you there. And are we still on for drinks with everyone tomorrow?"

"Oh, about that, I actually had something come up. Just a plan I had made before that I forgot about." he over explained and you looked at him oddly, "So ummm, I'm gonna have to skip out on that. Sorry., leaving you ride-less." he said and you shrugged.

"OK, that's alright. I'm sure someone else won't mind dropping me off at home." you assured him.

"Alright. See you Saturday then."

"Or later...for lunch?" you said and he chuckled.

"Right, right." he said and shook his head.

"Sleep deprivation is a bitch, I get it." you assured and he chuckled before you headed back to your desk.

For the next few days Harry continued acting flighty and nervous which you'd come to understand was quite unusual for him. It was kind of stressing you out and making you wonder what on earth was going on with him. You figured you'd be able to address it on Saturday when he was a bit more relaxed. And hopefully be able to address that tension that was brewing between you two.

On the day of the party you did yourself up just a bit more. Not enough to outshine Mandy, but just enough to feel more confident about yourself. And well, the three of you looked great! You took cute pictures with Mandy and Nat before guests started arriving and then tended to some last minute details before you'd head on up to the roof. They had made it into a little patio type of thing that you could reserve. It just made sense to be there because the weather had been really kind to you and you also wouldn't be bothering your neighbors with the music or noise. You literally kept your eyes peeled for Harry, who arrived about an hour after the party started.

"Look who I found!" Natalie said as she came up to you and Mandy with a bag of ice in her hands and Harry trailed behind her with his signature boy-ish smile, carrying another bag of ice.

"Hey!" Mandy greeted him first, "Thank you for coming!"

"Happy birthday!" he greeted her happily, "You look beautiful! Thanks for inviting me." he said happily and Mandy smiled.

"Awww thanks, Harry. And well love that you're here but ...I think that Y/N actually invited you, so....I'll take this." she said walking up to him and grabbing the bag of ice from him and glancing to Natalie, "We should go get these in the coolers, Nat." she said and Natalie glanced between you and Harry with a smile before following after Mandy. You were probably red in the face, you could feel that your ears were burning up...Mandy was not subtle by any means.

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's alright." he chuckled as he looked away from you timidly for a moment and then meeting your eyes again, "You look beautiful too. You all do." he added in at the end and you chuckled. He was nervous again and it was stressing you out.

"What's going on with you lately?" you asked him and he looked at you completely perplexed.

"What do you mean?" he asked you and you sighed.

"You've just been acting really weird with me and I don't know if I did something wrong? Or maybe I did something right? Or maybe it's nothing to do with me. Maybe it's just a you thing...or-"

"No, it's not you, but I think we do need to talk about something." he said to you and your heart started pounding.

"Oh, OK....ummm, now?" you asked and he sighed.

"Ummm, do you want to talk about this now?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Your news, you decide." you said and he nodded.

"Right...ummm...we should probably find somewhere a little more private to talk." he suggested and you smiled and nodded. You both headed to the elevator and slipped inside silently. You stole a few glances of each other and then got off on your floor.

"Figure this is the most private it can get." you said as you pulled your keys from the pocket conveniently sewn into your dress and he smiled and nodded.

You felt tingly all over and your heart was pounding harder and harder as the anticipation built. You let him in first and he stepped inside and you followed, turning around and just locking the door out of habit, but when you turned around he was still waiting a few steps behind you. As your eyes met nervously for a few seconds you decided to just bite the bullet. You went up to him and grabbed his jaw and surged forward, eye fluttering closed as you connected your lips to his own. You felt his hands grab your face gently and he kissed you back once before he sighed.

"Wait, wait, wait." he mumbled against your mouth, "I actually do need to tell you something." he said and you sighed as you reared back to make enough space between you so that you could look into his eyes.

"Sorry..." you smiled softly with a bashful look in your eyes and he bit his lip for a moment, he looked nervous again. This was it. You were just anxious to hear him say the words...

"Don't be....you're a great kisser." he said nervously and you smiled as he shook his head, mentally beating himself up for even saying that. Yes, it was the truth, he really liked how you kissed, but that's not what he had wanted to tell you, "Umm...it's just that I uh...I've been seeing someone for a bit of time..." he explained and your smile faded immediately.

"Oh my god... and I just kissed you! And made you a cheater!" you groaned in embarrassment as you freed yourself from his hold and turned around feeling like an absolutely idiot.

"Hey, you didn't know!" he said, "That's why I wanted to tell you. Because...you obviously have feelings f-"

"You don't need to say it, Harry." you groaned, still refusing to look at him. You felt so embarrassed and stupid for assuming...for thinking that he could like you back. Just because you kissed before that didn't mean he liked you. How stupid and childish could you be.

"OK, but there's m-" he stopped talking when you turned around and rushed around him and down the hall to your bedroom, "Y/N!" he followed after you and you just rushed inside your room and closed the door, locking it promptly and exhaling shakily as you felt your tears start to blur your vision.

"I get it, Harry!" you said through the door when you heard him knock a few times.

"But I still need to-"

"I can't do this right now!" you groaned, trying to hide the sound of your voice cracking as your tears started to flow.

"Y/N, please, I just need another moment..."

"I can't." you said through the door, "It's fine. We're good." you assured him and he sighed, "Please just go. I need...some time to just...get over my mortification." you said through your tears. Quietly taking in a deep breath to hold in your impending sob.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said, "Do you want me to wait for you or-"

"No, no, no....just head on up. I'll be there in a few minutes." you assured and listened closely to hear him walk out of your flat.

As soon as you heard the front door close you broke down. Of course someone like him had someone already. You felt so fucking idiotic and ridiculous for thinking that you'd ever have a chance with him. As much as you wanted to just stay locked in here for the next 48 hours you couldn't do that to Mandy, you needed to power through. So you went into the kitchen and grabbed your hidden whiskey bottle and took two shots before making yourself a generously dosed mixed drink with the opened can of coca-cola Mandy had left on the counter earlier. You removed all of your make up, washed with cold water and quickly started to reapply it again. It was really insane to you how if you were pressed for time you could do your makeup perfectly in about 15 minutes, but if time weren't an issue you could take up to three hours if you wanted. You hadn't eaten, so the alcohol was getting to you and you just giggled before you felt like crying again and you groaned as you leaned forward and dabbed at your waterline a few times to soak up the tears. After taking one more shot you headed back upstairs. You were sufficiently tipsy and numb enough to not think about what had transpired minutes before. You had dodged Harry for the rest of the night and the more you drank with your friends the more you forgot. That's what you needed to do...forget.

*****

When you woke up the next morning in your bed, still in your party dress you felt icky. You thankfully weren't too hung over since you hadn't mixed your liquors, also a perk of being a young adult. But as you glanced to the side and saw the balled up tissues on your nightstand smeared with your eye make up you remembered why you had decided to go off the rails like that.

Your heart weighed heavily again with pain and the long-lasting sting of rejection. You thought of Harry...and how he had looked at you with so much pity. You hated that look he gave you, like you were a wounded animal. And well, you weren't angry at him...how could you be? If he didn't like you, he didn't like you. There was no crime in that. More than that, you felt guilty for just kissing him without even asking...now he'd probably have to tell his partner about it and they'd likely make him stay away from you and it would make everything awkward since you worked together now...of course you started to cry again. You needed a cuddle and big hug from your friends. You got yourself out of bed and got out of your dress and into some sweats and a t-shirt before you stepped out into the hall.

Nat was a light sleeper and never fussy in the mornings, so you'd go cry to her about this. You didn't even bother wiping your tears as you gave her two warning knocks and then twisted her door open.

"Nat, I majorly fucked up with Harry and I just-" you stopped talking abruptly when you saw Harry's body wrapped around Nat's. Your heart sank even further in your chest and you felt sick to your stomach. Natalie stirred and blinked her eyes open slowly but as soon as she registered it was you she shot straight up.

"Y/N!" she exclaimed in shock at you and you were just frozen there. In complete disbelief. She knew how you felt about Harry...you had told her and Mandy everything, even that you'd had a crush on him since your were 14. You felt betrayed...so awfully betrayed.

"I'm so sorry." you sighed through your tears. You had no idea why you were apologizing to her, but you were and you turned around and left swiftly. Closing her door behind you and exhaling shakily as more tears fell.

"Get up!" you heard her say to Harry.

"What is it?"

"You overslept! Y/N just came in here and saw you!"

"Fuck...my alarm didn't go off." he explained to her and you cried even harder. They were sneaking around you? How long had this been going on, "It's not even 6:30, yet!" he defended.

"This wouldn't be an issue if you had just told her last night like we agreed!" Natalie groaned in frustration.

"I tried, but she was just so upset and she felt so bad that I just...I didn't want to ruin her night." Harry said and you shook your head and hurried back to your room, slamming the door loudly and locking it behind you, so they'd know that you had heard all of that.

You dropped yourself back onto your bed and didn't bother to muffle your sobs as you hugged your pillow to your chest. No wonder he kept coming around...no wonder he always said yes to plans with your friends...he had gone with Nat to the midnight garden thing, he had bailed on your plans with your work friends to be with her. You felt so fucking stupid for thinking that he'd ever see you as more than just his friend's kid sister. And as you sobbed in bed you wondered why you were always the one alone? Why the people you liked never like you? Why were you never first choice? And when would it finally be your turn to be happy?

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coachs-locker-room · 2 years

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I'd take the jock and the cowboy boots of the big dumb redneck stud of the team. Hopefully it's gonna turn me into the biggest, dumbest, sexiest, muskiest redneck on the team after I cum my old self out in the jock.

Sounds like you already have a clear vision in mind of what you'd like to happen - but looks can be deceiving. What you believe is owned by one person, could be something else entirely!

Watching from a distance, you locked your eyes on the star player as he changed from his cowboy boots into a fresh pair of cleats. You waited until the whole team had left before you grabbed both his worn jock and boots, hid them in your gym bag, and took them home to enjoy. Sniffing the well-worn leather of the boots as you put on the stained jockstrap to pose in the mirror, you kept thinking about the big and musky meathead jock that runs the American football team. What you didn't know is that the jock actually belonged to Coach, instead.

As you continued posing and gooning away, you felt yourself growing in mass. "Oh fuck yes," you thought, as the effects of the stolen locker-room gear started to have an effect on your body. Continuing to stare in the mirror, you saw trails of body hair grow across your chest and down your now thick forearms. Your height grew, feet matching perfectly in the brown leather boots, and a rough stubble spread across your chin.

You became a hybrid of the dumb, musky, redneck jock and the dominant, fatherly Coach that the team all looked up to. As your form started to settle, your mind warped to match - no longer the timid and hurried nerd that would steal gear from the team locker room, you became dominant and imposing, slow and studious - but most of all, carnal.

Looking at your new form in the mirror, you were a complete stud. It wasn't what the old you expected, but the new version of yourself couldn't be happier. You checked the time - it was about time you head back to the gym to lend Coach a strong hand and keep the boys in line.

Pulling a pair of jeans over the stained jock, shirt and matching hat you sent a progress pic to Coach.

“Be there in 10, Sir”

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soldjermon · 1 year

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Diagram#2 complete… Took too long. Part of Luigi's Mansion: Darkness Arises story- chapter 33 and beyond.

Alternate versions, full-size and parts of these pics are in the links below. Link to Google Drive Folder is here!

Full details without downloading onto computer-more detailed version Full details without downloading onto computer-less detailed version 3D model Poses help from NDY's 3D models This round for diagram took just as long compared to the last one… x-x thanks to work, exhaustion, distractions, and lack of motivations that are hit or miss some days- mostly miss though.

These pics of Luigi/Mr. L, Dark Illusion and Dark Super Dimentio are from the Luigi's Mansion: Darkness Arises story, chapter 33 and later; but the chapters after 33 were never released… So, these images are from the unreleased chapters that wasn't posted onto Ao3 currently, but are on google docs(that's not technically public). Dark Super Dimentio was going to be part of the final battle with Maya and King Boo, but that part of the story was never written currently- because the story had halted long before it even got there.

However, if I do get any incentives to post the later chapters(just letting me know if anyone wants to read the chapters), I'll start posting those chapters onto Ao3. Though eventually, I'll release them onto the site. Not sure when, however. Even then, the whole story was never completed unfortunately- even after the unreleased chapters ever do go up.

Anyway, here's some juicy information to why these pics were created. The Dark Illusion was created from the demon king Maya from the fabric on Luigi's overalls- since that part had the plumber's DNA on it and was able to pick up the memories and emotions of both the plumber/mechanic. The Dark Illusion targets Luigi/Mr. L to try to gain control of them when both halves were at their most weak and vulnerable; successfully taking control of them to create Dark Luigi- a force to reckon with and disrupt the progress of freeing everyone on the S.S. Friendship from the paintings and from their controlled ghostly form- as well as the life-death balance.. Luckily, the void missile attack from the modified poltergust G-00 - thanks to Hatty having the poltergust at the time - forced the Dark Illusion out of Luigi's body and freed him from the dark control. Void missiles can instantly slain a person into non-existance once launched and targeted to an evil being, but Luigi was fortunate- barely surviving that kind of attack twice and fully recovered with the help of the two docs on the S.S. Friendship and the silver hearts.

However, his soul was gravely damaged from the second void missile attack, and had-to recover somehow; in which his soul absorbed so much of King Boo's raw and tainted ectoplasm, it changed the green clad into a semi-specter once his own tainted soul reunites with his recovered physical body. This also caused both halves to fuse together for some time, though the ectoplasm won't last forever and will separate after some time has passed. It does, help with some ways- like being confident and cautious at the same time when needed for example.

During the final battle, a new and more demonic Dark Illusion shows up again, this time gaining so much power from the demon king Maya- transforms into the much more menacing Dark Super Dimentio; after knowing about Mr. L's fear of not wanting to become that kind of monster again from the paper-themed adventure(Super Paper Mario).

Enjoy the pics~ :3

Soldjermon

#Nintendo #Super Mario Brothers #Luigi's Mansion #Super Paper Mario #Luigi #Luigi nintendo #Mr. L #Dark Illusion #Super Dimentio #Dark Super Dimentio #Dark Luigi #Fusion Luigi #Boocille #Demonic Possession #Soul separating #Soul corruption #Soul fusion #The sinister and evil power of Dark Illusion #Soldjer's art

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thoroughlysaucedsparrow · 1 year

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AAAAAAAAA ITS DONEEE

I measured it and this thing is fucking 6’6-

(materials and process underneath vv)

Materials used:

-3 pvc pipe segments with the screw adapters

-Eva foam : 2mm, 5mm, 10mm

-Foam clay

-Thermoplastic beads

-Metal wire

-Various superglues

-Spray paint

-Acrylic paint

~~ The Pvc Segments:

I started off with three 2ft pvc segments and glued the cross adaptor on the top, then proceeded to hack off and move around pieces as I saw fit. For the top segment I believe I cut off 5in, then glued 3 to the top of the cross pipe and tossed the remaining 2in. I also cut off 8in on the bottom to make way for the spike which is around 5.5in.

(The original pipes, I didn’t really have any other progress pics of this part)

~~ The Main Blade:

I started by going into FireAlpaca and separating the halberd from Sinclair’s sprite, then broke it up into various pieces and used Rasterbator to size up the blade. After that I printed it out, assembled it, and transferred it to freezer paper to adjust it as I saw fit.

After that I cut out two pieces of 10mm foam and glued them together as the main blade, then added the details with some 2mm foam I got from Walmart I think? I proceeded to hack away chunks of foam with Eva foam with a box cutter (and almost sliced my hand open in the process) before sanding the absolute crap out of it)

Once it was all sanded and I was content with it I took my heat gun and sealed all the foam and got rid of the fluffy texture created by the sanding and filled some of the gaps with foam clay.

After the blade I was done I stuck some wire into it, then shoved that wire through some thermoplastic beads I had melted and put in the pipe, and superglued it. It really wasn’t wanting to stay so I added more thermoplastic around the outside and proceeded to add more superglue (Gorilla and Flex Seal glue if I recall correctly) which has seemed to help it stay on. It’s not 100% stable but as long as I’m careful with it I’m ok.

The Spikes:

Just like the blade, I made the pattern based the sprite itself. Using the line tool in FireAlpaca I traced over the top spike and the side spike and got the pattern from that. I resized and reshaped them in a Google doc before printing them out. After that I traced two of the spike pieces, cut one in half vertically and glued them together. After that I used small triangular pieces of foam to connect the corners and with that the skeleton was done (I added wire into the bottom spike for support as it is going to be bashing the floor a lot). i then filled the skeletons with foam clay, making sure to get all the sides even and filled completely.

(I forgot to add the triangle pieces in the bottom spike until later)

Once I sanded them and attacked them with the same method as the blade the base was done!

~~ Painting:

In order to create a stable base to paint on I shoved three wooden dowels into a fertilizer box and hot glued them down. I then broke the halberd down and put each piece on the spike before spraying it with multiple coats of plastidip.

(Note- I taped off the parts that would be screwed down as I was afraid that the paint would interfere with the threading. I don’t know if it would actually cause any problems but I didn’t feel like risking it)

Once that was completely dry I sprayed it with three coats of Rustolem Black High Gloss paint.

Finally, I dry brushed everything with silver paint and added the lettering, using some black paint to mimic the paint chipping.

Once I added two coats of Rustolem clear sealant it was done!! The overall process took about two weeks and I’m quite happy with how it turned out! I may or may not have injured myself a lot during the process because I’m stupid but it was quite a fun project, and I do have more Project Moon props planned for the future such as Don’s lance and Argalia’s scythe. Once I finish my full cosplay I’ll make a post similar to this one :)

#Limbus company #sinclair lbc #project moon #limbus company cosplay #cosplay #prop making

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purelillies · 1 year

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leshy! ( or deathcards and you! )

or a strange analyzation on leshy, and his deathcards.

this is another long post, just so you’re warning, but leshy! i’m extremely fond of him. maybe it’s all the time i’ve spent, embarrassingly, in kaycee’s mod, but i adore his character. but i can’t help but keep thinking about act one, especially after i fucked up my runs and didn’t know story events depending on deaths, and not runs. my bad.

( another fair warning: this is going to be me, as usual, over-analyzing dialogue for a total of maybe two people and myself, and whoever else is still clinging to this game like i am. )

but what i’m referring to is his attitude towards the player. inscryption is an odd one, considering we have luke carder as a player but it’s also acknowledged in kaycee’s mod that we, us, myself and whoever reading, are also the player.

leshy sounds, for lack of a better word, soft at the start of inscryption. i know that sounds odd, but i see it in how he talks to the player. behold, act one dialogue!

“ fear not “ implies that he thought you’d be worried, though, seeing from your deck and how the game is progressing, you probably have already figured that your cards don’t leave you deck anyway. he’s still telling you though. even for a tutorial, he tries to be more forgiving than he really needs to be for the player. but that’s not what’s majorly differently.

deathcards! yeah, i’m talking about them again, and they’ll take a major focal point, since i think they’re some of the most telling details about leshy.

i find it interesting that he specifically uses favor, when you don’t really have a choice when it comes down to it, and the entirety of the next sentence. yes, in hindsight, deathcards are only a creation he made, but he doesn’t need to continue to make them whatsoever. it shows that it’s his choice to create them, to put a memory and use to you outside of this isolated run.

and the use of “ we. “ he even says as such, that it’s you and leshy working together to create it, rather than leshy deciding the entirety of it for you, which he has done ( assuming from the scrybes since we don’t know much about how he took over inscryption ) and could do again.

but, as resets go by, especially if you win against him instead of dying, he starts to become . . . more aggressive. it’s noticeable in his endgame dialogue, which i don’t have on hand, but as you best him over and over without progressing, he starts to grow frustrated with you. he gets angry when you refuse to eat ( even though we can’t, but still, it’s much more straightforward upset than ever before ) he seems more disheartened when you destroy the moon, but what i find most revealing is the deathcards.

leshy says himself that to live as a beast is the most honorable fate he can see, both in act two and as he admits after winning against him without progressing, and how he doesn’t mean for the scrybes to feel trapped to this fate. of course, it’s completely reasonable they would—they’re contained in cards, and were put into them by force—but to leshy, this is the highest fate he could give them, a place on his board, to serve as a beast. he also does this to kaycee through a deathcard, and we can see from entries in kaycee’s mod that him and her became good friends. these deathcards are, inadvertently, a sign of respect to him.

even if you fail, even if you trip flat on your face, leshy still finds it worth to immortalize you because you tried, and at least if you look through the awareness of the player’s eyes, knowing the challenger is the same person, it makes the finale that much more satisfying. when you initially fail to him, that’s what he feels—a sense of respect because not only are you the first challenger that he’s seen in who knows how long, but you tried, and that’s valuable.

after you dying, you can choose, though from a limited selection, what stats you have, your sigils, your cost, your name. and then, you’ll be a card people can pick from forever. for as long as the copy of the game exists, people can see your card and know your name. you’re a beast, now. you’ve achieved the highest status he can give you.

and then, look at the card you’re given if you win. it’s plain. you can’t chose your stats. sure, you’re a rare card, but you’re only asked your name. and if you look to the door, you can see that you can’t even read your name. i thought, initially, the number one medal would go up depending on how many times you have beaten him prior—like a counter of when you won—but, no. it stays. it’s the exact same for each deathcard. you won, but it’s a sour fate to him, and reflects his feelings to you. you can’t be used. no one can even see your name, just that you won, and what happens to people who win.

with the dialogue you get during the deletion, if you chose him and still chose him for the final duel, along with just the heart-ripping “ please, we don’t need to keep score “ makes me feel as though he’s gained respect for the player, and genuinely had a great time playing his version of inscryption with you and trying to make you live. trying to give you a life and enjoyment even if he’s limited in the power he truly had to show you that. he values you as a person, as a challenger, and as a player in general, just as he values the scrybes.

i wish the scrybes saw that, too, that leshy’s respect for them is reflected in the way that he still made them cards even if they were hidden, that they’re still playable when he could’ve degraded them to much worse. it doesn’t make their fate better, and it doesn’t make what he did better, either, but it’d be nice to know that he still cares, despite what he’s done.

i just like how his respect and emotions towards you as the challenger are reflected through deathcards, and the fact he values them so much that his signature ambience track is literally called “ deathcard cabin. “

and, as an off note, since i wanted to say this too but didn’t want to break the odd flow, he reveals more about himself the more you win, after you win, without progressing. i’m not sure why? you could take it as caving in, or emotions, but i find it interesting as well.

so yeah. dnd with a tree.

#mod lotus [🌊]#faux scrybes’ journey [🌊+💕]#inscryption #kaycee’s mod #inscryption leshy #sorry it’s so odd #i have to work on mobile and it’s like i’m fighting in hand to hand combat with a bear #i’ve never struggled THIS MUCH trying to post something #so if it looks weird my sincerest apologies go to your eyeballs

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pinkcolorpencil · 6 months

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Last update for today is a couple of personal projects; a pillow, and a Pokémon shaped heat pack. (His name is Stringbean)

There's not lot to say about the pillow honestly, other than it was made from an old shirt that was falling apart, and some old but pristine Pokemon fabric that I was given ages ago.

For the heat pack, my old one busted a while ago and I kept the rice from it, intending to use it to make another. Well, I procrastinated a lot on that, but finally got the motivation to make a new one, but I didn't want to just make a boring plain one. I thought about several Pokemon that I could make, mostly fire types, before I saw a scarf of sizzlipede that I really liked and realized it was already the perfect shape. So sizzlipede it was to be. He's not perfect by any stretch, but he's fully microwave safe and really helps ease pain in certain areas more effectively than a heating pad would.

He took a few days total to complete, and here are some in progress pics below.

All of the pieces that were cut out to make him

The top and bottom sewn together, as well as his feets.

Everything pinned into place, then the two halves pinned together right sides facing in.

Pressed flat with the iron after being sewn and flipped inside out.

And lastly I left a small part on each segment open just enough to fit the end of a funnel through, to make inserting the rice easier. Then I closed him up, triple checked that everything was sturdy and secure,

And then gave him a test run in the microwave.

#;pink art #physical art #pokemon #sizzlipede #handmade plush #hand sewing #handmade #hand sewn

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thenugking · 2 months

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Lee Ravengard, formerly Kallian the Black (she/they)

(above pics: post-amnesia, bottom 2 pics: pre-amnesia evil cult leader era)

Race: Lightfoot Halfling Class: Rogue (Assassin) Background: Haunted One

Personality: Fiercely caring and optimistic, with absolutely no urges to commit horrific violence, haha wouldn’t that be fucked up!!! At the start of Baldur’s Gate, Lee is… deeply weird and often unnerving. This decreases somewhat over time but never fully goes away. And she's always had inclinations towards Silliness, even back in her Chosen Of An Evil God And Leader Of A Murder Cult days.

Lee often comes across to people as stupid, particularly after their amnesia. While they definitely lost a couple of points in Intelligence due to the brain damage, it’s more a mixture of ADHD and a lack of frame of reference for behaving normally, exaggerated by their own self doubts. On the other hand, they’re extremely creative and constantly trying to make things, from simple daisy chains to complex sculptures of scientifically possible animals made from their large collection of bones.

Lee’s passionate and intense about the people and things she cares about. While she can still often be thoughtless, post-amnesia she throws herself deeply into trying to help people, and show mercy whenever she can. She's deeply distressed by her Urges, and after initially breaking down over Alfira’s death, spends a lot of time desperately trying to hide/suppress everything about herself that seems unpleasant, until the evidence that she used to be a deeply unpleasant person piles up too high for her to be able to ignore.

Pre-amnesia, the silliness, creativity and passion was all there--even some of the caring, as best as they were able--but with a complete lack of conscience to temper their sadistic tendencies. They deeply enjoyed their position and had zero interest in anything as constraining as morals. They gave an unnerving impression of sweetness and loved using their appearance as a cute, blonde halfling to feign innocence and lull their victims into a false sense of security.

Backstory: Oh Boy. I’m not going to go into a lot of details on Lee’s backstory here because look, if you’re kind enough to read me rambling about my OCs, I’m not about to expose you to All That without a lot of warnings. For now, warnings for a bit of discussion of incest, abuse and general Cult Bullshit apply.

Lee was born into the Cult of Bhaal as Kallian the Black, and raised in the full knowledge that she was Bhaal’s specialist little bhaalspawn and destined to be his Chosen. Topics like morals never really came up at all in her education--nor did the idea of leaving or ever living a life free of Bhaal’s influence. She took full control of the cult at seventeen, exiling Sarevok--who until that point had been acting as regent, with little intention of giving up his control--from the temple and sending him away to lead the Murder Tribunal instead.

Kallian and Orin were always extremely close growing up. Between the lack of other children around them, the fact that this version of Orin wasn’t resentfully remembering a pre-Durge life when she was the favoured child, and the absolute lack of familial boundaries encouraged by the cult, the relationship was always disturbingly close and codependent, even before progressing into outright incest. Kallian believed her “romance” with Orin was deep and profound, and that the two of them would be together forever, no matter how cruel they were to one another.

That relationship began to fall apart as Kallian worked with Gortash and Ketheric to steal the Crown of Karsus and form the Cult of the Absolute. She overlooked every sign of Orin’s growing discontentment with the fact that Kallian was consistently putting her schemes ahead of spending time with her, or dragging her down and insulting her in front of their allies, or telling her to stop making a fuss about Kallian cheating on her with Gortash right in front of her. She was the only person actually surprised when Orin finally had enough and stabbed her in the head.

(If you are interested in the events leading up to Orin’s “betrayal” of Kallian (and why that was actually extremely valid of her) you can find more detail in my wip fic series, No Highly Esteemed Deed is Commemorated Here, but please read the warnings and be prepared for things to get Deeply Uncomfortable.)

Relationships: Usually, my rpg characters don’t have a default party, but with Lee, I’ve gotta have Wyll, Astarion and Karlach for pretty much every major quest. They’re Lee’s favourite people, their best friends, their gang. They’re good friends with Gale, and eventually with Shadowheart and Lae’zel too, but Wyll, Astarion and Karlach are the group they’re going to Avernus, and then later moving into a house with.

Lee falls quickly and hard for Wyll. They’re both romantics at heart, although with Wyll, Lee learns how to be Healthier about that. Apparently, stabbing is not a typical part of courting. They also encourage Wyll to realise that he can be romantic and loving while in a relationship with multiple people and that as long as he still makes time for them, they really don’t mind if he and Astarion want to start dating too.

Lee and Astarion have casual sex during Act 1, before Lee realises Astarion is not actually having that much fun with it. (They also offer a hookup with Karlach once she can touch again, but she’s concerned about complicating their friendship, and anyway, they’re both more than happy with frequent snuggle sessions.) For a long time, Astarion’s the only person they discuss their worst impulses, and their few recovered memories with, because he won’t judge them. (Wyll eventually points out that it’s not fair on Astarion to keep dumping The Horrors on him alone, and that he wants to be able to help too.) Karlach, unfortunately, is definitely the party member who struggles the most with discovering Lee’s past, but they’re also each other’s biggest hypemen.

Outside the origin companions, Lee gets along very well with Jaheira and looks up to her a lot. Once they realise they’re a bhaalspawn, they spend a lot of time talking it through with her, and gradually start sharing their worst impulses with her too. On the other hand, they never get along with Minthara, who never forgives Lee for some extremely nasty comments they accidentally make about her “relationship” with Orin. She cuts contact with them immediately once the Brain’s defeated, despite their efforts to salvage that relationship.

Lee’s feelings on Orin are… complicated. They start slowly recovering memories about her after seeing her at Moonrise, and they can’t just turn off the feelings they once had for her, as horrified as they are by her, and discovering people generally do not and should not feel like that about their siblings. They’re horrified and ashamed by the way they treated her, and furious and disgusted at her for what she’s doing now. And they desperately want her to have the same chance to escape the cult that she gave them.

#intro posts #lee ravengard cliffgate ancunin dekarios hallowleaf k'liir #baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #marsh ocs

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sheliesshattered · 7 months

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My last post about the progress on my Batuu vest left off with me contemplating exterior pockets, looking to Bix Caleen as an example of a fitted vest in the Star Wars universe. I ended up talking myself out of any visible exterior pockets, with or without flaps, after looking at all those pictures of Bix. I've got enough other bits of visual interest going on with my outfit that I felt like exterior pockets just cluttered up the look.

Once I had decided against adding additional pockets, I was able to move on to the next step: finishing all the edges and attaching the lining to the exterior in preparation for getting the zipper in place. I turned under the armscyes of the lining and the exterior separately, both using a blue lace hem tape that I originally bought to go with this fabric back in 2016. Eventually I'll top-stitch them together with the hem tape sandwiched invisibly between the exterior and the lining, but for now they're finished enough to allow me to try the vest on without fraying the armscyes.

It took me awhile to think through all the steps for attaching the zipper, with all the asymmetry and overlapping and exterior and lining, while also not wanting the zipper to show from the outside at all. Eventually I figured out that I would need the underlap (left front) to be completely sewn together with the edges finished before I could attach the zipper to that side -- but I would need the overlap (right front) to not be sewn together yet, so that I could attach the zipper just to the lining.

With that finally figured out, I put the lining and the exterior together with right/finished sides together, lined up all the seams and notches carefully, then pinned the edges together from the left (underlap side) shoulder, down the center front of the underlap, and around the lower edge of the vest all the way around to the bottom corner of the center front on the overlapping right side of the vest.

After a lot of ironing to get all of that to lay flat when right side out, I was able to trim the center front edge of the overlap to be nice and clean and straight again. When I drafted the center front panels, I modified that right side to have an additional ~2" of width past where I wanted the zipper to be, specifically so there would be a built-in flap to cover over the zipper. Remember: no visible zippers in Star Wars!

Once I had the overlap panels of both the lining and the exterior all trued up, I marked the center front line on the lining side (in the below pic, the angled line going from lower left to upper right), laid half of the separating zipper onto the fabric so that the teeth were lined up with where the center front line met the lower edge of the vest, then measured from the outside edge of the zipper ribbon to the cut edge of the overlap panel. It was just about 7cm away from that edge, so I measured that distance all the way up (past the dashed line that marked the underbust elevation) and drew a nice crisp line with my chalk pen.

That gave me an easy line to follow when sewing the zipper to the inside/lining of the overlapping flap. Since I hadn't sewn the edge of that panel together yet, I was able to move the exterior layer out of the way and sew the zipper only to the lining, for now. I sewed one line of stitching just slightly in from the outside edge of the zipper ribbon, then did a second pass about halfway between the edge and the zipper teeth. It's on there nice and secure, but has a bit of room to separate from the fabric while it's being zipped, so it doesn't get fiddly.

After that, it was just a matter of pinning the other side of the zipper to the lower front corner of the underlap (this time on the exterior side of the fabric, where it faces the lining of the overlap), then try it on with the rest of my Batuu Bounding outfit and pin the underlap side of the zipper until I had the fit I wanted.

I sewed down that side to match the overlap panel side of the zipper, then tried everything on again to double-check the fit. It was a bit weird with the exterior of the overlap flap still unattached, but it fit well enough that I decided to sew the edges of that overlap flap from the lower corner up to the shoulder seam. The back of the neckline is still open, and the armscyes have been turned under but not attached to each other yet, so I can turn the whole thing right side out by pulling it through the back of the neck. With all that ironed and the zipper zipped up, the vest looks like this currently:

Folding back the outer edge of the overlap reveals the zipper. Because of all the overlapping and underlapping, the zipper is just top-stitched in place. It was way more mind-bending to figure out where everything needed to be placed to get this look, but way easier to actually sew on than, say, an invisible zipper set into a seam.

At this point I was able to try on the vest (with my Jyn Erso sweatshirt) and get a pretty good idea of the overall look. I still want to do a bunch of top-stitching both for accent and to help everything lay flat, but even with that I think I'm going to need something to keep the flap over the zipper from coming open.

I looked at a bunch of options for Star Wars-y looking buckles, settled on one I liked the best, then cut the basic size of them out of paper and taped five of them to the outside of the overlap just to get a basic idea of how it would look. I got Jack to weigh in on it too, and we both felt that the buckles were reducing the sleekness of the vest, and weirdly pushing it more towards an Imperial/First Order sort of look. My character isn't an out-and-out rebel, but she doesn't side with the First Order either. I pulled the taped on paper off again, and both Jack and I felt that that was the significantly better look.

But since I knew I still wanted some sort of closures to keep the flap down -- including one at the top left shoulder, that will hang open most of the time, along the lines of Han Solo's and Cassian Andor's shirts (and a bunch of others, this sort of overlap detail shows up frequently all throughout the franchise) and thus be visible where it hangs open.

I ended up finding these slightly unusual looking hooks-and-eyes that I think will provide a nice, nearly invisible look through the torso of the vest, but not look totally out of place on the flap edge that's hanging open. Bix's fitted coat has a similar closure of just barely visible, just slightly odd hooks and eyes, so I feel like I'm in good company there. They should arrive tomorrow, giving me enough time to hopefully get some of the top-stitching done before then.

That top-stitching is the next step, and one of the last things I need to do for this vest project. I want to top-stitch just inside all the finished edges, including the armscyes, and on each side of each of the seams, probably 2-3mm away from the edge and the seamline. That's going to involve getting everything lined up correctly and all the seam allowances lying flat inside the space between the exterior and the lining, but I think the effect will be totally worth it, both for the smoother fit and the subtle visual interest.

After that, I'll have some handsewing to do to invisibly anchor the zipper to the exterior of the overlap panel and to attach the hooks and eyes, once they arrive. The very last thing I'll do on this project is decide if I want a little stand-up half collar that ends somewhere on top of the shoulder, a bit like the one on Jyn Erso's vest.

I'm pretty sure I want a collar like that, the question is just if I need to lower the neckline in the back first, and then how far forward on the shoulder I should bring the collar. Once I've decided on that, I'll cut it out in two layers, lining and exterior, and sew the outside edges together. Then I'll be able to sew the lower edge of the exterior to the back of the neckline, and hand-sew the lining lower edge to fully encase all the raw edges. I did something similar with the Moment vest, and it comes together pretty quickly. I think I should be able to have the vest completely done by this time next week without much trouble. Hopefully.

Alongside working on my vest, I've been continuing to hand-sew the pleated panels onto Jack's jacket. In the tags on my last sewing update, I mentioned that I had about 5" still to go on the first panel. I was in the really annoying section in the middle of the sleeve where I really had to put my whole arm into the sleeve just to pass the needle through, and it was slow-going. I had to make myself push through that annoying section, rather than continue to put it off.

Eventually I worked my way all the way down to the cuff, cut off the excess from the pleated panel, turn under the edges of the lowest pleat, and hand-sew that into place. I am so pleased with how it turned out, but to keep Jack from making jokes about only having one sleeve done (and so that I wouldn't find myself with time to hand-sew and nothing ready to sew), I quickly pushed on to getting the second pleated strip started. I took a bunch of measurements from the finished sleeve and transferred them to the second sleeve, pinned the pleated panel into place, and had Jack try it on just to double-check the placement.

I was able to tear through the upper section of that second panel, between my increased speed and confidence in my method of hand-sewing this, the easy access through the neck side of the jacket, and a couple of long-ass work meetings where I was basically just there to listen in and take notes every now and then. As of posting this, I'm about halfway through with the second panel, and starting to get into that annoying section of the sleeve again.

The effect of the pleated panels on both sleeves is just so cool that I will definitely be getting photos of the jacket on Jack at some point, either on our Disneyland day or during a try-on before that. He's somewhat allergic to photos, but damn it I'm proud of how this looks, and I want to show it off. I've been calling it a 'sewist flex' from the very beginning -- look at what I can do, look at how cool and Star Wars-y it is -- and I'm really looking forward to sending this beauty out into the world in all its epicness.

And I think Jack feels similarly, based on how he's been talking about wearing this jacket all the time once it's done. His whole outfit together (this jacket, cream colored henley shirt with the buttons and bottonholes removed, mustard-y tan moto jeans, hiking boots) looks wonderfully casual Batuu Bound. The effect of the whole thing is Star Wars, but none of the individual pieces feel weird or costume-y. He might not wear those pieces together for anything other than going to Batuu, but each piece paired with something else looks pretty normal. So if Jack is able to get a lot of wear out of this modified jacket, all the better. I know I'll get that burst of sewist pride every time I see him wear it, lol.

#my sewing #Batuu Bounding #Batuu vest #Jack's jacket project #2024 mood #long post #10 days to go and I'm using all my excitement to keep making progress on sewing #also I've started rewatching The Mandalorian if only as a way to take a break from all the Star Wars YouTube videos I've been watching lol #there are still a couple of other tiny details I would like to do if I get time for them. in particular:#finding a way to cover the laces of my Doc Martens and the buckle on my belt #adding a place or two for 'code cylinders' on both my outfit and Jack's (especially since we don't have any other greebles)#breaking out the needle-nose pliers to adjust the length of some earrings that look cool with my outfit but hang just a bit too low #and finally gluing down the wraps on my kyber crystal necklace so I can be confident that the crystal won't fall out at some point at DL #the necklace is really the only one that MUST be done. the rest are entirely nice-to-have but I'm hoping I'll have time #and on that note I should get back to sewing lol

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