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amhrosina · 2 years

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I Wanna Love Me The Way That You Love Me

(Frank Castle x f!Reader) - Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: Frank uses a mirror to remind insecure!reader how beautiful she is. (In a fluffy and a smutty way!)

Warnings: reader is not very kind to herself, fluffy frank, like FLUFFY frank!!!!, super soft!boy frank, the softest of franks ive ever written, some body descriptions but I tried to keep it super vague, (later on) whew chile smuttttt, fingering, frank makes you watch yourself come in a mirror (lmfao), frank is sort of a dom but in the loosest sense, frank just loves reader so much!!!!!)

A/N - Thank you to @wheredidiputmyfish for being an absolute doll of a beta reader!!! I have a couple more Frank fics otw (i cant help it, i love that stupid man) and a poly!fratt x reader one hopefully soon after that!

You huffed as you pulled the green blouse over your head, annoyed that yet another online purchase didn’t fit right on your body. Just this week alone, you’d already made two trips to the post office, and Frank was bound to ask questions if you went for a third time so soon.

You couldn’t even remember why you’d started buying nicer clothes to begin with, except that Karen always looked nice and Frank had been in love with her at one point, so why wouldn’t the same concept apply to you? The only problem was that you couldn’t seem to find anything that fit you correctly, and the idea that Frank might grow bored with your everyday attire kept you up at night. And of course, Frank had never actually said anything about your clothing choice – this was just the overthinking part of your brain going into overdrive.

You flopped onto the mattress, shoving your face into your palms and groaning. You couldn’t figure out exactly what Frank saw in you, and it was hard not to compare yourself to his late wife or Karen. They were both beautiful women – definitely Frank’s type – and that was not exactly how you’d describe yourself. The thought of it brought tears to your eyes again. You quickly blinked them away when you heard the front door shut.

You joined Frank in the living room, where he was removing his boots. You threw the package you needed to return on the table by the door, and though you tried to do this casually, Frank noticed it and your expression immediately.

“You sendin’ care packages to some other boyfriend or somethin’?” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You giggled. “No. It’s just another return.”

“Not that I’m not supporting this new wardrobe thing,” he started, eyeing the package by the door, “but why are you returnin’ everything you buy?”

You shrugged. “It just doesn’t fit right.”

“I bet you look great.”

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged again, avoiding his eyes as you stepped into the kitchen.

“Sweetheart.” He followed you into the kitchen, though it was clear he was struggling to figure out how to broach the topic. “Is everything okay? You’re talkin’ down about yourself again.”

Your smile faltered slightly. “I’m fine.”

“Baby,” Frank wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling your chest into his, “You’re not fine. You wanna know how I know that?”

You remained silent, avoiding eye contact, but nodded.

“Because you won’t look at me.” You lifted your chin and stared into his warm gaze out of spite. “And because I know you and I love you, I know that you start avoiding me when you feel bad because you think I’m going to miraculously start to hate you and leave.”

You didn’t respond, instead gnawing on your cheek and curling into yourself. Frank’s hold around your waist remained steady, and as you tried to look away from his meaningful gaze, his hand gripped your chin and held it steady, too.

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. “I love you no matter what you do or wear or say. You’re beautiful.”

You tried to push away from Frank, suddenly aware that you hadn’t fixed your makeup or hair that morning. He was lying. He had to be lying, right? No one thought that about you, least of all Fra-

“Don’t.” Frank was gentle in his coaxing, running his knuckle over your cheekbone in a soothing pattern while pressing his fingers into the small of your back. “Don’t do that to yourself. I love you. I’m not goin’ anywhere. You have to trust me.”

You fiddled with your fingers, wringing them together in an uneasy gesture, unsure of what to say. He gently grasped them and pulled them into his chest, cradling them as he held your gaze.

“Come with me. I wanna show you somethin’.” He murmured, tilting his head toward the bedroom.

You followed close behind him, curiosity outshining your desire to crawl into bed and never get out. He led you to a stop in front of the full-length mirror, resting his hands on your shoulders behind you. A clear and decisive frown formed on your face. The last thing you wanted to do was look at yourself.

“What do you see?” he asked, holding your gaze through the mirror.

“What?” You furrowed your brow.

“What do you see, sweetheart? Be honest.” he asked again, patting your shoulders encouragingly.

“Well, um,” you breathed, starting at the top of your head and making your way down with your observations, “I see dull hair, bags under my eyes, and a nose that’s too big. My shoulders are broad, my hips are too wide, my skin looks lifeless, and I’m wondering why you ever gave me the time of day and why you stay with me when there are so many people out there that would look better standing next to you.”

Frank stayed quiet throughout your assessment, expression turning grave as you brought up your deepest insecurities about yourself. He let you finish your observations before pressing a long kiss to your head.

“Now ask me what I see.” he prompted. Confusion overcame your features again, but he silenced your doubts with an encouraging nod.

“What do you see, Frankie?” You quietly asked, unsure if you really wanted to hear what he had to say.

He brought his finger to your face, tracing each element as he pointed them out in the mirror.

“I see a pair of beautiful eyes and a perfect nose. I see the most sensual lips I’ve ever felt pressed against my mouth. I see a beautiful, strong body that can handle anything thrown its way. Remember when you had to carry me from the living room to the bedroom after I passed out? That shit was impressive, sweetheart.” A soft smile rested on his face as he continued. He folded his arms around your middle and pulled your body against his. “I see hands that hold my entire heart in them, and a body that has all my love. You’re beautiful, baby, and I love you so much. Every piece of you.”

You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision, but Frank’s speech combined with his gentle touch and open expression sent a wave of tears down your face. You curled into his hold, turning so you could bury your face in his chest. He cradled you against him while you cried, pressing soft kisses to your hair every few minutes until you were calm enough to look up at him through your eyelashes.

He swiped his thumbs through the tears that had gathered under your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, blinking up at him. “Thank you. I love you,” you murmured.

He pressed his forehead against yours, which had always been his way of showing love. “Anytime, sweetheart. You hear me? Anytime.”

Bonus Scene: In which Frank comforts you in the bedroom later.

“Frank, what are you doing?”

Your tone was a mixture of confusion and curiosity, combined with the lazy haze that had taken over your body for the time being. Frank had jumped up from his relaxed position between your legs, where he’d licked up every bit of your desire after making you see stars, and had begun fiddling with the floor length mirror across the bedroom.

“Hang on.” He called over his shoulder, tugging the heavy glass across the carpet.

“Why are you moving the mirror?”

“Wanna try somethin’.”

He stepped back, looking between your slick, bare skin and the mirror with a smug expression. You were now face to face with your reflection, and as soon as you realized Frank's plan, a string of fire worked its way directly to your core.

“Wanna show you how perfect you are.” He crawled on the bed behind you, settling himself before tugging your body back against his. Both sets of eyes, yours and Franks, were focused on you, and boy were you a sight to behold.

Your limbs, still shaky from your first orgasm were splayed out, giving both you and Frank the perfect view of your glistening cunt, which was busy clenching around air as Frank worked his needy fingers down your skin.

“Shit, baby. You look fuckin’ perfect like this.” He breathed. The proximity of his warmth to your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, and you had to fight the urge to clench your legs together. “Look at how beautiful you are, sweet thing.” He murmured, holding his gaze on the treasure between your legs.

You looked, fully looked, and felt heat crawling up your neck as his sensuous fingers swiped through your arousal. A low groan emanated from his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from circling your clit. You watched as a moan left your mouth, your back slightly arching against Frank’s chest.

“You see how perfect you are, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling your clit again. “Your pretty pussy drives me crazy.”

His other hand began to rub your nipple in light circles, and if that weren’t enough to have you gasping for air, the touch of his lips to the spot below your ear was. You squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back against Frank’s shoulder. His fingers halted – no, everything halted – and the whine that came from his sudden stoppage wasn’t entirely a conscious decision of yours.

“You stop looking, I stop moving, sweetheart. You got that? Keep your eyes open.” he asked, locking eyes with you in the mirror. His gaze held no room for negotiation, so you shyly nodded before returning your gaze to your body. His focus remained on your flushed face, panting as he worked you closer to another orgasm.

You could see what he was talking about. For the first time in a long time, the girl that looked back in the mirror wasn’t someone you shied away from. She was beautiful, and confident, and sensual, and she looked good next to Frank.

“You look stunning, baby.” He murmured.

“I know.” You responded, briefly lifting your eyes to his before returning them to his fingers. His winning smile was priceless – wide and open and beautiful, and you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

Light twinkled in your eyes as he inched you closer and closer to your release, and as soon as you locked eyes with Frank again, you were a goner.

Frank worked his fingers around your clit, coaxing out one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. It washed over you in waves of fire, and it was a struggle to keep your eyes open for it, but you were glad he had asked you to, because you looked glorious coming around his fingers.

You panted, body gleaming with sweat. Your heartbeat finally slowed as you leaned against Frank for support. He ran soothing hands over your limbs, massaging feeling back into them and kissing every inch of skin that he could reach in the process. The silence as you returned to your body was long, but comfortable, and when you finally had full use of your limbs again, you pulled Frank’s arms around you.

He kissed your hair, resting his cheek on your head.

“Do you see what I see now?” he asked, glancing at you through the mirror. You nodded, carefully lifting your chin so you could look at him – the real him – to respond.

“I love you.”

He grinned, leaning down and planting a sloppy kiss to your lips.

“I love you, sweet girl.”

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whomstress · 10 months

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A Doll and her Favorite Stuffie

Riding this crazy writing inspo as long as it goes.

Swapped au Circus au based after @xentepez designs on twitter.

Ragatha thinks over her relationship with her special relationship with her precious Stuffie.

Few adjustments to the original au for personal plot. Jax is a crybaby light blue stuffed bunny and Ragatha is practically Barbie doll who kinda looks like Jessica Rabbit just with a more PG dress.

Ragatha ruled this place. If she was going to be stuck here as a knock-off Barbie, this was going to be her dream house. The ring leader, Pomni, was easily manipulated; the AI was annoying as hell with her chaoticness and stupid adventures, but they did care about the characters comfort. A normal person might appreciate that someone was trying to keep them sane, but Ragatha cut through the bullshit. If anyone knew how to get out of here, it was her, and if she wasn’t going to tell them and treat them like playthings, then she could play too.

All Ragatha had to do was bat her eyes and say something was "wrong.” With the illusion of a circus, she would snap her fingers to change it. They didn’t always fall for it, unfortunately. Everyone may complain that she’s selfish, but when they need something, they come straight to her. Even if Gaggle’s design was based on royalty, Ragatha was the queen of this hive.

They needed something; she’d get it, and in return, they put up with her games and demands. Gangle wanted a room built for royalty glitz and glam galore. Her room was full of digital furs and jewelry, with a bed and wardrobe that filled up half the room in less than a week. Zooble had endless spare parts to change into in a blink of an eye. Caine asked for bigger bathrooms. The oddly shaped jester was unable to fit comfortably before. Even Kinger, the resident loon, asked for a secret place to go when he needed to be alone. Well, secret to everyone but her.

It made her feel amazing. These people would fall apart without her, and some did. No one could deny she was needed, and everyone came to her. Well, almost everyone.

Jax. The one person who never asked her for anything, and she meant anything. Even when he was literally splitting at the seams, cotton puffs were falling from his body. He really didn’t ask for anything, but being the Queen Bee with a hold on one of the worker bees rubbed her the wrong way.

She started off by offering anything he could want, but he denied her. Sometimes she’d see his eyes long for something, and she’d think he’d finally give in, only to see him sigh and give up. He even offered to give her some of her wants at no charge. She couldn’t wrap her head around him, and it made her both intrigued and bitter. Ragatha soon decided he was her new favorite toy. Sure, she couldn’t get him to take anything, but he was a people-pleaser. And God did she like to be pleased.

Starting softly, she’d make his personal space her own. Legs on his lap, lounging on his shoulders, pulling on his floppy ears, making him yelp and jump. Which was adorable, she had to admit. Then, having him carry her around like a princess when she got bored or just refused to walk anymore, occasionally going into his room to take a nap on his bed because she could At first, she did it cause she thought it would set him off, but he just gave her a plush quilt that came into the room and slept in his chair. She remembers calling him a dumb bunny and leaving, feeling an unfamiliar heat in her body and face, but still coming back.

Eventually, she did find things that made him tick, but in an unexpected way. Going back to his ears while he was carrying her on another adventure she got bored on. She decided to feel a patch he had recently put on his ear that made her curious about the texture. She petted it much softer than she meant to, and she felt him shudder and nearly drop her yelling for the first time since he’d been here. “Don’t!”

Ragatha should've been furious for him raising his voice at her, but he adjusted her so she was farther away from his ears, and she could feel his heart beat practically beating out of his chest and his face engulfed with the sweetest deep blue blush she’d ever seen. Something clicked in her brain, and she giggled softly and low, snuggling closer to him. He tried to keep his gaze ahead even when he felt her eyes bore into him. Jax gulped when she pulled up and whispered in his ear, “Good to know. What a funny bunny!"

From that moment on, her teasing turned in a completely different direction. Ragatha was much more touchy, and his space was hers now. She loved watching him crumble under her stare. Making herself so irresistible that even Mr. doesn’t ask for anything would bend his own rules just to bask in her sweet touches She reveled in the way he’d melt for her, almost never granting him the first touches or kisses, connecting them in a way they didn’t let anyone else. He had to prove to her every time how much he wanted her. Like she wanted him.

Examining her nails on his bed, her eyes drift to the lanky, plush bunny, sniffling as he finishes stitching a patch on his ear. A smile stretches across her lips as she spots an opportunity too good to pass up. She moves quietly to stand behind him and puts herself in view of the hand mirror he’s looking at to examine his stitchwork. Spotting her, he jumps in surprise and rips the leftover thread hard from his ear, knocking himself down and causing a new set of tears to fall.

“Jezz Stuffie, it’s one thing to be a cry baby, but do you have to be so clumsy too? It makes it hard to like you.” She winks, flopping herself directly into his lap instead of helping him up. His breath hitches at her weight but then settles for whatever she has in store. It’s not good to fight her too much; he learned that not long after he got here and has been reminded every time after. She smiles sweetly at him, but it's predatory, like a lioness eyeing a gazelle, and he reaches for a gloved hand to nervously scratch at his floppy ears. She pinches his cheek a little rough and pouts, "But you’re much too cute to let that stop me.”

His face flushes a darker blue, and despite enjoying her attention, he knows she’s just messing with him and frowns. "Y-You shouldn’t tease people like that; it isn’t n-nice.”

“Who did this to you, Stuffie?” She hums senselessly and tugs at his newly sown ear, and he winces and whines a bit, which makes a mischievous smile spread on her face.

“You did. L-last night. Remember?” She snaps her fingers as if she really forgot and nods. She was a little rough with him last night, wasn’t she? It’s not like he didn’t like it as much as she did, given the way he encouraged her at times.

“I’m sorry, does it really hurt?” She says, giggling, and this makes him pout and look away.

"Awww, don’t be like that bunny doll. I can make it up to you. I’ll be nice today.” She says this, bringing her lips to the newly stitched spot in a long, soft kiss. Jax gasped with a shiver. “You know how I feel about you, don’t you?” She says cooing, closing in on his personal space. Eyeing him the entire time as she leans in, reveling in the way his heart starts beating so fast she can feel it under her palm and his flush turning a deeper blue.

“Not r-really.” he whispers, just as she’s about to place a kiss on his lips. Even as his eyes are hooded, he waits for her to move in.

Ragatha stops, though, and pulls back. “What did you just say?”

Oh no.

“I-I meant-” He starts to defend himself. But she instantly interrupts him with a glare.

“Go on.”

He tries to get the courage to speak up again, but all he can muster is a hushed, “You said you’d be nice.”

As much as she wants to pull exactly what he meant in this very moment, Ragatha, despite popular belief, didn’t actually like when he looked genuinely scared of her. Sure, she liked making him anxious and squirmy, but that was his default anyway. She frowns before blowing out a huge puff of air, forcing herself to relax a bit. “Don’t look at me like that. I hate it. You know I’m not going to hurt you.” She says moving back away from him more. Looking away with a serious pout this time.

Jax calms down, instantly feeling guilty, and moves to bring her back to him. She brushes him off, and his face gets a bit more serious. “I’m sorry.”

This was not the right thing to say, as she glared while still looking away, now crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. “Don’t apologize. Tell me what you meant.”

There’s an awkward silence, and he watches her and finally says, “Are you going to cry?”

Her head snaps at him, and her anger is back in a moment. “No, Jax. I’m not going to cry just because my boyfriend thinks I’m a manipulative monster. I’m not a pathetic child like you." She spits out the last part.

He initially winces, but then a look of sympathy comes over his face. He knows her. She’s doing this because she feels weak. If there’s one thing she never wanted anyone to think, it was that she was anything less than a person with a will of pure steel.

She’s angry, but he can see the hurt in her eyes as well. He didn’t mean to upset her, so he gives her what she wants and says, “I never said that. I j-just meant that sometimes I’m not sure you like me.” Her expression turns to a frown, and he continues, "Sometimes I feel like I'm more a g-game than anything. And i-if we weren’t stuck here, you wouldn’t want me…”

For a moment, she examines him, softening before glaring again and hopping back completely into his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his overalls, pulling him in like she’s going to headbutt him, causing him to yelp. “Listen here, you dumb bunny. I have never and will never do a damn thing I don’t want to. Are we clear?”

He nods with a gulp, and she searches his eyes for any traces of doubt left and must be satisfied because she pulls back with a smile, brushing out his overalls where she gripped them. “Good. Now that that's clear, I think you owe me something.”

“I’m s-”

She stops him. “Not that.”

Once again, she adjusts herself on his lap, so she lazily lays her arms around his neck from above, giving him another predatory grin. She grabs his ear and pulls it back until his neck is exposed, and she instantly works on leaving her brand on his skin. He gasps, wrapping shaky hands around her. Letting out a whine, asking for more.

“Silly rabbit.” Slowly moving back, she goads him to open his mouth and descends with a hushed “Tricks are for kids.”

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #jax #ragatha #jax x ragatha #ragatha x jax #bunnydoll #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc au #mia writes

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clownery-and-fuckery · 2 months

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Hello! I was directed to come here in request of your Bad Batch - Coraline AU snippets if you have them. Please and thank you!

Hi there!!! I've got some snippets for you :D I love this AU so much- I do hope you enjoy!!!

He didn't miss Hunter's call for dinner. Or Echo's. He simply didn't want to make Omega uncomfortable by sitting across from her. He worked until Hunter called for lights out, and well after he had switched the desk lamp on. He worked until his stomach ached and made him aware of it. He sighed, and leaned back, submitting his report and packing away his prototype. If he was lucky, he would have a working version the next day. Then, he could afford to consider a break. For now, though? Tech was starving. Rain hammered outside, the distant thunder rolling towards them made Tech sigh as he finally stood from his work, stretching and letting out a soft breath of relief as his back cracked. He turned, walking out and towards the kitchens to see if there was anything he could snack on- Wrecker had mentioned finally finding a store… He stood in the kitchen, yawning, when a glimmer of something outside the window caught his eye. Tech squinted out the window and paused, looking closer. “Omega…” He grouched, watching the doll she had become so fond of become soaked in the stormy weather. He took a quick look to the mucky ground, and to the time, and he groaned. He would be soaked, but Omega would be more devastated to find her doll out there the next morning. He couldn't leave it out there- besides, perhaps his returning it might start the process of building back what Tech had ruined. He did owe her several apologies. This would be an okay start, he believed. He threw on Wrecker's jacket, hanging by the door, and shoved himself outside, leaving the backdoor ajar as he stumbled into the garden, fighting against the wind to get to the doll. The door slammed shut behind him. The wind whistled over the sound of someone slipping into the muck. - “Aw, hell, Wreck! You left your coat outside?!” Hunter shouted, picking up the muddy coat from the ground. “How did you even manage that?” “No I didn't!” Wrecker cried, looking at his ruined coat. “How did it get out there?” Omega heard them bicker, but her eyes were drawn to the new addition at the dining room table. Seated directly where he should be sitting- was a doll. Decorated with muck and glasses she could recognise anywhere. A doll of Tech sat across from her, staring at the girl, lifeless. “It's totally ruined.” Hunter seethed, throwing the wet coat into the washing machine as he grumbled. “This is ridiculous–” “Where's Tech?” Omega piped up. Wrecker and Hunter shared a look. “Uh..” The taller brother scratched the back of his head. “I dunno, ‘Mega, he's probably left early for work.” “You know he's really busy with that right now,” Hunter added. “He’ll probably be out all day again today.” Omega frowned. “Tech works from home.” She pointed out. “He asked, so he could stay with me after school.” Hunter paused. “Did he?” He murmured. “Well, either way, that's where he is. Can't imagine he would go anywhere else.” “Didn't he mention a business trip?” Echo added as he walked into the room. Omega huffed, pushing her breakfast away and standing sharply. Her other brother's wouldn't need to ask, they would just know where the other was. They wouldn't argue about it. She scooped up the Tech doll, wondering briefly where the one of Crosshair had gotten off to before she stomped out. “Omega?” Wrecker called after her, worried. “I'm going to get dressed,” She shouted back without looking. “I have school in an hour.” “Oh- right!” Wrecker had forgotten. Of course he had. Omega huffed, gently placing the doll of her brother down before narrowing her eyes at it. She watched it till gravity had its way with him, and he flopped onto her dresser. She sighed, a hint of a smile on her face in mild amusement before she turned to her wardrobe. Right, time to wrestle on this stupid uniform. Again.

#i really wanted to go for the full scene but i dont think my phone or tumblr would allow that...#I'll add the full scene eventually!!!#for now please enjoy this!!#tbb tech #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb coraline au #coraline au

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 1 year

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I NEED A PART TWO OF THESE

You're beautiful 2

Warnings: PURE fluff, domestic fluff

Word count: 1.2 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Prompt: An impromptu date, books and men?

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Carol masterlist]

The next morning, I realised that we had forgotten to close the curtains in the bedroom, as the sun was beating directly into my eyes. I couldn't fall asleep again, so I started to move around in bed, until I heard a groan and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carol's blonde hair move.

"Hmmn, don't go," still half asleep, she put her arm on my hip and tried to pull me closer to her.

"I'm just going to close the curtain. The sun won't let me sleep".

She only moaned again, but she didn't let go. She opened her eyes, giving me the pleasure of being the first to see those blue rivers in the morning.

I had always thought I had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, but in the morning, they were much more beautiful. They turned from a greenish blue to a light blue, like spring skies, like carnations.

"Good morning princess smiles" the blonde teased.

I didn't notice, but I was so engrossed in Carol's eyes, I didn't realise I was looking at her with puppy dog eyes and a stupid grin.

"Good morning"

"Did you sleep well?"

"I'm the one who should be asking you that question, did you sleep well… after what happened?"

"Hmm next to you, I slept wonderfully."

I didn't know what to say to her, so I simply reached up to caress her right cheek with a smile, causing me to give her another.

"Do you plan to do anything?"

"I had lunch planned with Abby…" I felt my heart break a little, and apparently it was all too evident on my face "But I think she can wait."

"So…?"

"Fancy going into town?" she asked as she rested her weight on her right forearm and with her left hand, tried to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Sounds like a great plan.

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Carol let me use some cleaning products, and she let me use her bathroom, but when she insisted that I use some of her clothes I had to refuse.

I was too clumsy, and was well known for spilling food on myself. I would never forgive staining clothes as expensive as those of the blonde woman.

I came out of the bathroom in the same simple dress I had on yesterday and quickly went down the big stairs. Carol was not in the hall.

"Carol?"

"Darling, do you want me to make breakfast or can we go to a coffee shop?"

"Can you cook anything without Florence?" I joked with her.

"You found me out," she said, smiling with those beautiful lips of her.

"Going to a coffee shop sounds perfect".

"Well, if that's the case, you won't be able to go with your coat" I quickly turned my head to look at her doubtfully "It's too cold, and your coat isn't warm enough to cope. You'll have to wear one of mine."

"No, I refuse"

"It's not an option, darling"

"Then I can't go out. I'm not going to wear one of your coats."

"Sweetie, what's your problem with wearing any of my clothes?"

I felt the heat and warmth start to rise in my cheeks, so I bowed my head to the ground.

"I'm afraid to stain it"

She just laughed and made me raise my head.

"Oh darling, that's not a problem" she quickly disappeared into the hall wardrobe and came out wearing a black coat, which matched my white dress perfectly. "Look at you, you look like a sweet doll."

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The breakfast had been perfect. Fancy enough for Carol to feel at home in the place, but homey enough for me not to fall apart next to her.

We were both completely different in that respect. She came from a wealthy family, who had fallen in with Harge's even wealthier family. I had had to sell the only souvenir I had of my mother in order to eat.

"Are you all right?"

Carol gently took my arm, causing me to stop walking distractedly and start paying attention to her.

"What?"

"I asked if you were well. You seem distracted"

"Oh, it's nothing"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…" but just as I was trying to come up with a better excuse, my eyes automatically focused on the second-hand bookstore across the street from the shopping plaza Carol wanted to go to.

The blonde seemed to notice, so she turned her head to look around the room.

"Do you want to go?" she asked with a toothless grin.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not at all. On the contrary, now, without Rindy, I think I could do with a good book."

Without even waiting for Carol, I quickly ran to the bookshop, looking at the millions and millions of books that could be housed in such a small space.

Not only were there shelves full of books, there was also a small shelf full of vinyls, another full of magazines and another full of comics.

"Wow, I've never seen this shop before," Carol said as soon as she opened the door.

From a connecting room, a man emerged, handsome, rather portly, with lank blond hair, and green eyes behind big black glasses.

"Good afternoon, can I help you with something?

"No, thank you…"

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"Actually," Carol interrupted, still looking at the neatly organised vinyl. "I'd like to see if you have any Billie Holiday."

"I think we can find something that will satisfy your desires, fair lady."

Yes, the books I could find on the shelves were varied, interesting and eye-catching, but not even my love of reading made me look away from Carol and the man.

The two stood facing each other, holding a variety of vinyls in their arms, talking animatedly.

But, something inside my stomach churned when the man passed her a red vinyl, but his hand brushed a little against the blonde's freckled hand.

I quickly grabbed the two books I wanted to buy and walked over to them.

Carefully I turned my back to Carol and rested my head on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

The blonde jumped in fright, eliciting a small giggle from the man.

"Girl, don't scare me"

I couldn't help laughing either.

Carol and the man kept flipping through the vinyl sleeves, until I saw the one I knew Rindy would love.

"You should buy that one," I pointed out.

"'The Wizard of Oz?'" asked Carol, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Rindy's and my favourite film".

"It's a GREAT film," the man said.

"Well, if you two are so insistent, I'll buy it."

Before I could say anything else, Carol snatched the books from me and walked to the counter. The man followed her, as did I, and proceeded to collect the items. He put them in a bag and before handing it to the blonde, he pulled out a pink card from under the table. He looked at us and asked us to read it.

'Homosexual bar'.

We both looked at him with confusion. He just winked at us.

"My boyfriend and I would be delighted to welcome a couple as beautiful as you".

"But how?"

"The looks they give each other are charming. And 'The Wizard of Oz'? is the gayest thing in the world".

Now it was my turn to laugh along with the man.

"I plead guilty," I said.

"Well, thank you very much…"

"George"

"Thank you George"

"See you there George"

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beyondspaceandstars · 2 years

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valentine's day with bucky

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Enjoy this quick little headcanon I thought of randomly while on break at work lmao I thought it was cute and themed well :) idk it's super short, probably stupid, but i wanted to do something for today and this is all what popped in my head

Before meeting someone, Bucky probably had little to no interest in valentines day in the modern world

Back in his day, though, he’d have a plethora of valentines. Was happy to give women flowers, take them out, have dinner, the whole thing. He’d rarely be a man without a date on that special day in February.

But times had changed and for a few valentines days, the holiday would come and go without Bucky even realizing it. Sure, he’d see the displays in stores and the couples going out, but he’d shrug it off.

Until he met you and suddenly valentines day had a purpose again

During your first together, I feel that Bucky would go a little overboard with it and you’d appreciate it but kind of also not take much note of it. In your experience, guys would go all out on the first valentines day but then by the second or third or fourth (if it ever got that far was rare) the enthusiasm would slowly die down

This was absolutely not the case for Bucky. The man absolutely adored valentines day

It always started right in the morning. You’d wake up to breakfast in bed. The only thing that would change is the type of breakfast. One year it was heart-shaped pancakes and then the next it was French toast with whipped cream and pink sprinkles.

At one point you showed him those mini waffle makers that can make waffles in pretty much any shape. (You got heart-shaped waffles that year.)

The breakfast was always quite impressive because Bucky was not exactly too up-to-date on cooking in the modern age. The variety of foods still sometimes could be overwhelming but he enjoyed trying anything when in the right mood. Often, though, he stuck to the basics and you appreciated that.

With breakfast would come your first gift: flowers. Bucky found very quickly that flowers had not gone out of style (it's canon, so) and when you two first started dating, he latched onto them as a sort of "safe" gift.

You never minded and sometimes your apartment could look like a greenhouse with all the flowers Bucky was gifting you over time, but you happily accepted them on valentines day. He always got you roses on valentines day.

Bucky is also definitely the type to make plans for you two on the holiday but then ask if you would like to do anything. He knows the day is really just about spending time with one another and showering each other in love but he wants to make sure you enjoy it completely, in every aspect.

He’d be very big on taking you out for dinner. I think once he got more comfortable in the modern age he’d be all for going out for a nice fancy dinner. He might need some advice, especially from Sam, on wardrobe and hairstyles but he’d be so excited to take you out all dolled up and show you off

"Jesus, how did little ole me end up with you?" Bucky would ask after letting out an obnoxious whistle when he saw you in your underwear trying to put on mascara.

"Bucky, I look insane right now."

"Impossible, sweetheart."

Bucky would probably be someone who enjoyed watching you get ready. I think he’d be amazed by all the modern makeup and outfits available for women to wear. He’d notice every detail of your outfit. He’d easily be the most attentive partner ever

After dinner is when you and Bucky would exchange gifts

Jewelry was also another thing Bucky felt was always a safe gift and he really enjoyed seeing you wearing pieces he bought you. You hadn’t been much of a jewelry wearer before Bucky but his enthusiasm for it definitely gave you a different perspective on it

Chocolates would be another safe, little cliche gift, but Bucky would also try to get adventurous with his gift-giving. Like I said, he’s attentive, so when there’d be even something small missing in your life, he’d try to help. From sweaters (because you complained about how cold your office is) to mugs (because you broke one that one time like six months ago), Bucky was always trying to show he cared and listened and wanted you to be at your happiest with him

On the flip side, gifts for Bucky could be incredibly tough. He’d always insist he didn’t want anything but how could you not when he was throwing gifts at you every valentines day

You’d go the typical route of getting him like a watch or a sweater. You’d try, even though you didn’t know what a man who had been through what he had would enjoy. You never got the impression that Bucky cared much for his own material possessions so you had to sometimes get creative with gifts. You’d given him a mini-vacation once, some gift cards. Once you got him one of those "name a star" certificates because he couldn’t hide his little nerdy side, and he found it quite humorous that he had a star named after him.

"Maybe one day I’ll fight an alien or something in space and get to see it."

"Bucky, I don’t know if that’s funny or not because it could happen with your track record."

In general, for the overall day, he would be so lovey-dovey, much more than usual which you were surprised was possible at all

He’d drown you in kisses, affirmations, wandering hands… You were completely spoiled by him and, of course, you had no trouble returning the favor

The day was about couples after all and despite Bucky’s protests that he didn’t need anything special for himself, that he enjoyed just making sure you were happy, that your love and appreciation were all he needed, you’d still try to spoil him as well

Others would of course give you two a bit of a hard time with how much you’d go all out for valentines day but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was such a happy, blissful moment

Truly, every day with him felt like valentines day, but that one day in February felt a tiny bit special, and the shininess was not wearing off any time soon

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Kiss Me More | Ch 5 | {Krimson}

Chapter Summary: 🔞 You and Tim have an impromptu sleepover.

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}

Shame burned in Tim’s chest as his hand crept low, to the waistband of his sweatpants.

His own lips parted, a barely audible shudder passing through him as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He was way beyond half mast, the thing twitching at the faintest graze of his own touch like some kind of fucking beast. He sure felt like one, as he began to stroke himself underneath the blanket. The one he was sharing with you.

You were fast asleep. Your brow was furrowed, and your lips were parted- glistening with the moisturizer you’d rubbed onto them after carefully removing your gala makeup. His sheets, slung low around your waist, did nothing to hide the rise and fall of your chest under the thin cotton of your nightgown. The little bow above the top button had come undone due to your earlier tossing, giving him the barest hint of your cleavage from here.

Somehow, that wasn’t the worst thing. At least, not as bad as the way your hand had found purchase right above his heart, the heat of your palm seeping through the fabric of his t-shirt. Every now and again, you hand would move or your fingers would twitch- drawing him further and further away from his approaching sleep. This late in the night, there was only one surefire way to end his body’s reaction to your very existence.

“…Fuck.”

He tried to think of anything else. Anyone else. Stephanie. Bernard. Kon-El, for fucks sake- but the near inaudible hum you let out in your sleep sent a jolt through him, a shock that course-corrected his desire straight back towards you.

It was ironic, really- only hours ago he’d been moments away from passing out into his tomato bisque, and now that he was in bed, sleep refused to come. And to be honest, it was all your fault.

He had grown so used to your usual gala wardrobe- the ankle length dresses, doll like lace and silky frills. Every year, Bruce’s refusal to let you express your developing personality (and body) had become more obvious. And therefore, more hilarious. Tim hadn’t left the house with the rest of you that night, having to get changed in the executive bathroom attached to his office at WayneTech in order to arrive with everyone else. He’d been looking forward to seeing you there, most likely trying to glare a hole into Bruce’s head in between the flashes of red carpet cameras, dressed like an American Girl Doll.

What he hadn’t been expecting was a dress that had fit you like a skin. The hem fluttering with every step around your designer shoes- with an actual fucking heel in lieu of the usual flats and frills that made you look like Gotham’s own Shirley Temple.

You were far from the young girl who had bugged him to help you decorate your science fair volcanos, and nothing had done more to announce that, than the mere sight of you in that gorgeous fucking dress. You looked so…grown. Elegant. He found himself thinking that he’d have killed to see the red of your lipstick staining a ring around his flushed cock, or the fluttering of your fake lashes as he would pound you over the marble counter in the powder room- your delightfully mature dress pushed up around your waist.

Lost in his fantasy, the movement of his hand sped up, making him groan as he imagined how your breath would hitch. Just for him.

“Tim?” You called, disoriented as you began to stir. You hadn’t even bothered to open your eyes yet, your brow still furrowed as you sleepily continued. “Are you beating off right now?”

Tim freezes, his hero instincts going right out the fucking window as fear grips his heart. He’s hard as steel and halfway there, and his brain is absolutely refusing to work as his cock twitches for the lost friction.

“..Yes.” He admits, because what was he going to do? Lie, with an 8 inch boner literally pitching a tent beneath the thin sheet you shared? You might be sleepy, but you weren’t stupid.

Still, he tries to tamp the orgasm roiling in his belly with thoughts of the violence he was planning to inflict on Jason for causing this little bunking situation in the first place.

Why his older brother decided to pass out face first into your bed was anyone’s guess, but the members of the house just credited his confusion to the drinking contest he’d gotten into with the mayor’s eldest son. All of the linens in the guest rooms had been taken away for their usual mass-laundering, and Bruce would rather burn the manor down than let you sleep on the couch, so now you were here. In bed with Tim.

“Sorry, I just…I can’t sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you by getting out of bed so-“ Tim started, the walls of reality creeping in.

Despite his apology, he was expecting you to freak out, cringe, or at the very least laugh. He was expecting anything but the way you blinked awake, sitting up to rest against the antique headboard while you waited for your vision to adjust to the dark. He looks up at you from where he still lays on his back. You lick your lips in thought, your voice coming out in a sleepy rasp.

“…Can I watch?”

The silence is deafening. Tim was sure it was, despite not being able to hear anything but the sound of every ounce of blood in his body rushing south. You don’t stutter, you don’t apologize or try to suggest that you hadn’t understood what you were asking for. You just…waited. You waited, and you looked at him with such patience.

Needless to say, it left him a little speechless.

Somehow, he managed to find his voice but could only rasp out your name. Tim moved the sheets down just enough to free his aching cock, giving you a full view. Shifting, he sat up beside you, the wooden headboard cool against his back even though his shirt. He turned his gaze away as he resumed fisting his flushed erection, unable to look at you. How could he? This was against everything he believed in, up to and including the concept of letting his dick do the thinking for him. And just as he was about to come up with a way to shut this situation down before it escalated, you leaned over and spat on the head of his cock.

“Jesus fuck!” Tim cursed, his back arching at the warmth and wetness that mixed with his pre. Despite his shock, he continued to pump himself, wetting his cock with your spit. The back of his head knocked lightly against the headboard, his chest rising and falling both from the pleasure of beating off and your vulgar participation.

His eyes screw shut, breath hitching as he feels your head on his tense shoulder.

“What’re you thinking about?” You mumble curiously, watching him as he worked. Your fingers played with the fabric of his t-shirt, your thighs pressed together as you felt yourself beginning to grow wet between them.

“Right now?” He starts breathlessly. “How completely unhinged you are.”

It makes you laugh, but he’s not saying no, and you’re not saying no, and none of you are doing anything to untangle yourselves from this situation.

“Before,” Tim mumbled, continuing. “How your tits looked in that dress.”

Much like your time with Dick, you hadn’t been expecting the kinds of words Tim adopted when his eyes were glazed over with an unfamiliar desire. His measured breathing and broken groans are all the motivation you need to shimmy the hem of your nightgown up, just to dip your fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear.

“Did you wear those to the gala?” Tim asks, his gaze dropping to where your fingers stroked your throbbing clit.

“No,” You breathed honestly, reaching down just a bit more to cover your fingers with your own wetness. “I wore a thong. Panty lines.”

“Shit,” he panted. The small amount of moonlight that dipped into the room reflected off of your hair, your shoulders- and somewhat onto the wetness on your fingers as you worked them in and out of your body. His hand slowed a little to match your tempo. He groans out your name, his gaze turning to your face. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,”

“Mm, Tim…” You whimper as you curl your fingers into yourself. They’re not nearly as skilled or long as Dick’s, but you know you can get off without prodding the exact same spots he’d been able to reach within you.

“You sound pretty too,” Tim huffed, trying to ignore the coiling in his abdomen. He was determined to make you come first, but he had started a bit before you. And with the intention of being purely mechanical. Now, it was far more than some quick stress relief. His shoulders tense further as he groans your name, just about to spill over the edge when you replace his hand with your own. He wants to admonish you for breaking your unspoken no-touching rule, but instead leans into the way you stroke him. Your hand is warm, fingers still covered in your own slick and spreading it onto him.

Leaning your head into his shoulder, you angle it so that you can still watch the work of your hand as he slings an arm around you. Burying his face against your hair, Tim inhales the scent of your shampoo, too close to his climax to worry about just how much he’d been wanting to do that.

Tim manages to choke out a desperate “Coming-“ muffled by your hair before he’s absolutely unloading all over your soft hand. Everything about you is soft- your palms, your skin, the slope of your shoulders and the fullness of your lips.

For several moments, after the high of the act begins to clear, you both begin to wonder what to do. You’re sitting there, his nose brushing your temple and your hand covered in his cum. You move first, releasing his softening dick just before he removes his arm from around you.

Tim reaches over to his nightstand, grabbing a tissue to clean off your fingers as if you were a cat with paint on your paws. Neither of you know how to put words to what had happened, your hearts still racing. He refuses to do nothing, knowing that the wrong thing to do would be to spurn you or ignore what had just happened. So he brushes your hair away from your face, and presses his lips to your forehead.

And the very second you lean into it, allowing yourself to melt in his arms, he does that stupid big brother thing- where he ruins the moment by toppling onto you with his dead weight.

“God, you’re such a freakkkkk.” You whine, playfully attempting to push him off as he begins to pepper your face in kisses. You squirm in his arms, but can’t beat back the grin that breaks out as he pulls you down into the bed.

“I know,” Tim snorts, keeping you trapped between him and the mattress. He rests his head against your clothed chest, the drooping of his eyelids heralding sleep. You were still worked up, and despite your newfound proclivities, you’re still polite. And you selflessly withhold a plea for release. Tim closes his eyes and you decide to give up entirely, hoping this is one of those times you’d be able to will away your arousal.

“Want me to eat you out?”

His voice cuts through the quiet of the room after he lets you suffer in silence for about ten minutes. His voice is clear as a bell, free from the grogginess of sleep. How on earth was it possible for him to find a way to be annoying about getting you off?

“Oh, thank fuck.” You sigh, your hand sliding into his hair to help guide him downwards.

#v.fic #kiss me more #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #nsft

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tiktaalic · 1 year

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best encapsulation of taylor swift doing sexuality for dolls is. a lot of the tour outfits actually. but my point is. the midnights leotard imo a gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous piece of clothing i love the color of it i love the lines to it i think it's a wonderful wardrobe piece but i don't think she's like. hot in it. but there are legions (some) gay women and men who are like. This outfit makes me want to fuck her so bad it makes me look stupid this is the hottest the form of a woman has ever looked. this is the good girl faith in a tight little skirt aspect. of taylor swift. that is very normal and at level and makes her Just Some Guy. and is why i understand with 100% clarity of vision why people are like. you stan? and for THAT? . because. its a woman. its a factory build of a normal woman who is trying to look sexy. and since it is a factor build of a normal woman who is trying to look sexy it's very. nothing. and in her day to day she is a factory build of a normal woman who shops at target. which is also very. nothing. however. Sometimes. taylor swift goes I am crazy I am insane i run all of my relationships like the navy I am 5'11 and have upper arm strength and bring a real I need everyone to do what i say vibe. and its like. wait a minute. there's a personality in there. and it's of a crazy woman. tell me more. about this inner world, taylor swift, who is doing a pastiche of daydream james dean look in your eyes. what i am trying to say. the point i am endlessly circling. lover leotard not hot. intro to the man she does while she happens to be wearing th e lover leotard. hot. but it's a trick. it's a trick she is pulling on me and me only. with her wiles. while the trick that is being played on everyone else. is the leotard

#t swift #etxt

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stabbyfoxandrew · 9 days

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oh I made it! happy wipwednesday my beloved! <3

I hope you've been well I have soo much to catch up on but I'll still ask for a little bit of arsonist!neil (I miss him)

mwah <3

WIP Wednesday (9/11) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 226)

Andrew would like to remind the court that 10 missed a perfectly good opportunity to see him all dolled up at the cafe. But he doesn't mention it. He feels no reason to instigate an argument over something they've already hashed out. (How mature of him. He hopes that feeling of goodwill carries over to Aaron's apartment. If it doesn't, he might end up on the news.)

"Fine," Andrew snaps a photo of his closet and presses send. "There it is. Don't get too excited."

"I'll have to hang up to go look at it. Just a second." 10 says, proving once again that he needs to upgrade his phone. Andrew hums and the line goes dead. It's getting late, according to his phone's clock. Fucking hell, he has thirty minutes to get to Aaron's. If he's not on time, his brother might very well try to drag him. (He would not succeed but Andrew would like to let him try.)

He answers the phone a millisecond after 10's name pops up. "What's the verdict? I'm running out of time."

"You have a lot of black in your wardrobe."

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious. Help me before I hang up on you."

"Okay. I think. Um. There's something on the right side of the closet. It's the... I think it was six hangers from the wall. Get that." 10 instructs. Andrew counts hangers and comes back with a dark green sweater. He blinks at it, confused for a second. Then he remembers where it came from.

Christmas 2010, from Kevin Day himself. The price tag is still hanging off it. 'Kevin, you paid $130 for a fucking shirt?' is what Andrew said when he first saw it. Kevin just smiled. 'I'm in the pros now. I can afford it. And you deserve nice things. It’ll look good on you, too.' The idiot. Andrew threatened to return it for store credit, but never did. Maybe he’s a little sentimental, even about stupid pricey sweaters.

"Did you get it?" cuts through his memory and startles Andrew back to the present.

"Uh. The green thing? Yeah," Andrew answers, holding it up to his chest. He looks at himself in the mirror and thinks it looks pretty good actually. It’s a nice color. "Why this?"

"I think it would look good on you, duh. Isn't that what we're doing? Besides, it's a sweater. It'll keep you warm and make you look softer, like you're nice and not going to kill anyone." 10 says, making Andrew's brows raise thoughtfully.

He supposes there is some logic buried in that. Somewhere. Wrapping a blade in fleece doesn’t make it less deadly, but perhaps it’ll soften his edges a bit. Andrew sets his phone down and changes into the sweater, some black trousers, and boots. He looks at himself in the mirror for a moment, pleasantly surprised and annoyed at Kevin’s taste. Because it does look good on him. He snatches his phone up and takes a photo for 10.

#omg hi<3 i was tellin a friend the other day that i was sorta worried about you bc i hadn't seen you in a bit TWT i'm glad you're here!<3 #btw. neil's demisexual ass is about to experience Attraction for the first time. just so y'all know... : )#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️#answered #tisaqslur #long post

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Hii there!! I hope u r having a good day/night!!

Uhmm..can i request for ramuda , gentaro and samatoki jealousy hc??

With a fem!reader and fluff bc i don't feel comfortable with nsfw!!

Ramuda, Gentaro and Samatoki being jealous to their fem! s/o

ahhh cutie!! I hope you also have a good day or night!! <3

femreader, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh, it's actually both hard and easy to make him jealous.

-After all, as a popular fashion designer he has a bunch of girls around him so he does understand that jealousy is kinda foolish.

-But at the same time it can be pretty hard when someone gets too close to you or chats with you for so long, making you all giggly.

-"Ahh..! Only I can make you laugh like that, you know..!" - Ramuda always furrows his brows with pouty lips, acting like he's really mad. - "I'm the one who's painting the sweetest smile on your face..!"

-Especially when you two walk in Shibuya streets. You have a cute little date with him, with your sweet Ramuda, then why do these stupid jerks keep bugging you every time he walks away for a moment?!

-Just like right now: he noticed a girl in the crowd with a pretty good fashion outfit, excuse himself for just a second to ask if she wouldn't mind to be his model.. And after a few minutes as you were waiting for your boyfriend near the vending machine for drinks, two guys got closer.

-"Hey, are you free..?" - one of them asked with a smirk, getting closer than you consider as a comfortable level.

-"You look so cute in this, hehe.." - another man laughs, leaning on the vending machine.

-You always get a little bit confused in such situations.. After Ramuda starts checking your wardrobe and gives you his special limited (a unique copy, just for you~) outfits, more people begin to pay attention to your persona. It was nice, but sometimes it was so awkward..

-"Of course she looks cute..! Cause her dear sweet boyfriend designed this dress just for her..!" - Ramuda appeared out of nowhere, hugging you from the back with his casual cheerful smile. Well, at least you decided that he's smiling, due to his happy childish voice.

-But both men for some reason shrug a little, after looking at the face of your boyfriend, and walk away quickly, as do many other people who try to flirt with you.

-But every time you turn around to see Ramuda, his face is cute and adorable as always, no threatening mad gazes or anything..

-"Uaa! I can't even leave you for a second..!" - he mumbled and hugged your arms, leaning on your shoulder. - "Someone is always trying to talk with you..!"

-"Aren't you doing the same with your onesans..?" - you giggle a little bit, taking his arm in your.

-"It's absolutely different..! They're just models for me to dress up! They're models..!" - Ramuda scoffs and squeezes your hand a little bit. - "I bet these men did not see you as a model, huh!"

-He always was a really clingy type of boyfriend, but after every wave of jealousy he gets even more touchy, hugging and kissing you in front of everyone in this street/ cafe/ etc.

-"Just promise you would be only my little princess, okay..? I don't like to share my precious porcelain doll..♡"

-Due to his short temper, of course he easily gets jealous too..!

-Samatoki's really caring about his closest people, but his overprotectiveness applies only to you and his sister as you two are the most important in the whole world for him.

-So he doesn't really like when you talk with other guys, even if it's just friends. Well, but you still can talk with Jyuto or Rio, as these two never will arouse your boyfriend's suspicions.

-Even opposite - if you said you will go on a little walk with Rio then Samatoki doesn't mind, knowing that his friend will solve all unwanted problems.

-But when you go on a date together, he is always trying to be as close as possible, big hand wrapped around your waist as he leads you inside a nightclub. Despite all these possessions, Samatoki loves to spoil you with restaurants and clubs and show off what a beautiful girlfriend he has. Yes, he's a little braggy, but how can he not? In his eyes you're literally a goddess.

-And he's your guardian, always ready to scare away all the jerks who keep flirting with you. Seriously, Samatoki just gets for a second to the bar to order some cocktails for you two, and there's already some creep trying to ask for your number.

-"You just really gorgeous, baby.." - he can hear a strange man whisper, as he's trying to sit next to you. - "How can such a beautiful girl sitting here all alone?"

-It was neither the first nor the last time you see these creepy kind of men, so you just scoff and look at your boyfriend, who was already quickly walking to your table with red glowing eyes.

-"Well, maybe because she was waiting for her husband?!" - the harsh husky voice of Samatoki makes this moron jump in his place and turn around, just to see the second-in-command of a big Yakuza family looking at him with a threading gaze.

-Needless to say that this man fades away in seconds, leaving Samatoki in his berserk rage and you laugh with tears in your eyes.

-"Really? Husband?" - you giggle when he sits down with you, arms quickly wraps around your body in protective mode, fingers nervously stroking your hand.

-"..Ugh, i just got too carried away.." - he mumbled with a slight pink on his cheeks, voice quickly changed to a soft and gentle one. - "Now come on, sit closer.. I want to kiss you so bad right now, we should let everyone see that you're only mine.. And I'm only yours, of course.. ♡"

-This one.. Oh, it's hard.

-Gentaro can be so jealous sometimes, but you can never tell for sure. Even if someone is actually getting on his nerves by talking too sweetly with you, his face so calm and relaxed as he just tease you a little.

-Only sometimes you can tell that his mood gets worse, only when his little jokes and lies turn into a more mocking tone. It's really slight changes but after a few months in a relationship with him you start to notice these little quiet tantrums of jealousy.

-"Darling, you should know that the moment you accept my feelings, you will fall under the magic rule: no cheating, or you will turn into worm.." - with a disappointed sigh your boyfriend looks at you, acting like you already kissed someone else or maybe even worse.

-Despite him just teasing you about this, in his soul he gets more and more protective. You get used to Gentaro not being that touchy so every time he wants to hug your waist or hold your hand in public (to show that you are taken, of course) he distracts you with his fairy tales.

-And maybe you will never realize just how possessive your mysterious writer can be, before one incident, when you two were having a small date in the library. For a moment Gentaro steps away, talking with one of the workers about his new book that he would probably announce here, in the library, during hours of Literature Club.

-You walk away a little to another shield and suddenly meet one of your male friends. Well, why not have a little talk with him, as you are waiting for your boyfriend?

-But despite Gentaro being busy with a set timetable for this little event, he clearly sees what you just did. He has a phenomenal peripheral vision and sometimes watches you when neither you nor the person he talks to didn't even realize that.

-"You totally should watch it..! I'm sure you would like it.." - cheerful voice of your friend echoing in Gentaro's ears as he slowly gets closer, without any sound.

-"Mm? So your little friend was recommending this new film..?" - Gentaro suddenly interrupts your chit chat and looks with a small cunning smile at the guy who was talking with you. - "How bad.. I hear that anyone who would watch this film gets cursed. After a few weeks they suddenly get deaf and dumb.. And can't enjoy their little talks with friends.."

-Gaze so soft and whole face so chill and playful, but there's some kind of pressure that keeps getting heavier with every second as your friend gets a little bit confused. He just laughs awkwardly and waves you goodbye, still feeling this uneasy feeling in his chest from the mysterious strange look from your boyfriend.

-"Didn't I warn you before?" - Gentaro clicks his tongue and takes your hand in his. - "You're punished and also under the curse now. To get healed you should give me three kisses. And if you try to pull your arm away even for a second, the number increases to ten times. Understand, princess?♡"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypmic ramuda #hypnosis mic ramuda #ramuda x reader #ramuda amemura #ramuda amemura x reader #hypmic samatoki #hypnosis mic samatoki #samatoki aohitsugi #samatoki x reader #Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader #hypnosis mic gentaro #hypmic gentaro #gentaro x reader #gentaro yumeno #gentaro yumeno x reader

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lya-dustin · 7 months

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A Comedy of Non-mathematical Errors

Chapter 2

Michael is not allowed to keep most of his clothing after mummy dearest looked over his current wardrobe.

She had looked faint when he explained the practicality of his favorite cargo pants that turned into cargo shorts thanks to the nifty zippers. Even better he’d gotten them on sale.

“We will donate all your old clothes to charity.” The blonde woman had said only letting him keep his underwear and a handful of things that passed her inspection.

He was not at all surprised to know by charity Elspeth meant the garbage can.

But she did like how clean and organized he was and told Felix that was the right way to keep one’s room.

“Should we do something about his hair, mum?” Venetia asks, looking at him as if he were her personal Ken doll. She’d picked out some of his clothes, made him get a suit that matched a dress she was going to wear ---and made him and Felix buy two matching outfits.

Now she wants to cut his hair.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” he dares to ask. If you ask him its pretty great, especially because he did it himself.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” His mother said and yet he is dragged to a high-end barber shop despite his protests. “Felix, make sure your brother gets a nice haircut that doesn’t look like a blind man with blunted shears did it.”

Ouch.

“You’ll be fine with just a trim, Mikey.” Felix says with a smile that makes Michael wince at the nickname as harmless as it is. But the trip to the barber is a relief compared to the endless shopping of yesterday with Elspeth and Venetia.

Michael is given a luxury spa treatment along with Felix who has the same preferences as him despite the difference in socioeconomic statuses.

“I invited Ollie home for the summer, felt so bad for not telling him about us being brothers and his dad dying, I told him he could come visit us.” Felix attempts to be friends were all cut short by Michael who wasn’t sure how to even go from there.

Apparently, Sir James enjoyed Countdown, Venetia wanted to pursue fashion, Elspeth had a DPhil in Art History and spent her life collecting art while Felix attempts to write a novel because if someone is going to write the Cattons in this generation it must be one of them.

Despite their vapid ways, Michael supposed not everyone who acts like an airhead may actually be an airhead. A tough thing to incorporate into your world view when you’ve spent the school year seeing Felix and Farleigh with the same copy of Harry Potter pretending to read. Once they’d even held the book upside down.

“Your mum told me about it, yeah. Does he know what happened?” Michael hopes his ditzy twin brother completely forgot.

“Fuck. I can’t remember.” Maybe Felix was a real ditz, the way they talked about the Catton heir being a genius, his parents must’ve feared leaving everything in his hands. But his stupidity makes this all easier.

“After he tossed me off to hang out with you at the pub, I told him we weren’t friends anymore.” Because he is an opportunistic bootlicking cunt.

The more he learned about Oliver Quick the more he sounded like a fucking psychopath. What’s next dressing up as his mum? Killing any girl Felix talks to?

“Oh, he’d said you had already left. I only talked to him so he could invite you to join us. I liked your shirt, have one like it, just can’t find it in the mess.” Felix sits by his open window to smoke ---Michael detests the smell--- and gave a small laugh as he mentions his pigsty of a room.

“Actually, he pretended not to see me when I came back,” Michael isn’t even surprised Poor Dear Ollie had lied about that too. “Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t know I’m here.”

Michael’s terrible at talking or persuasion, and yet, it doesn’t take much to convince Felix to make his presence here a surprise.

Saltburn is nice, a touch gaudy and weird, but other than that the place looks fine.

His room is across Felix’s with Venetia next door and a guest room for a friend on the other side of the luxury bathroom that was bigger than his old bedroom.

“Mum has a fear of ugly things, I wouldn’t wear these if I were you.” Venetia plucks his glasses off his face and Michael swats at her blindly trying to get them back. He only succeeds accidentally grabbing her nose before giving up

“See how handsome you look? You look like Uncle Micah.” The bleached blonde girl shows him his own mirror to tell him so.

“Can’t fucking see, Venetia.” He points out and squints at his own reflection trying to see if she was being honest and not flattering him out of pity.

Plenty of people loved telling him he could look great if he tried. He’s pretty sure he looks like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo right now and tells his younger sister so.

“Mum’s fine with the glasses, its piercings she doesn’t like.” Felix easily takes the glasses out of Venetia’s hands and carefully puts them back on Michael’s face. “Voila.”

“What do you think, Mike?” they ask when he gets a good look at himself.

And sure, enough he looks like someone who could get any girl or invite he desired. Michael Gavey was gone; Michael Catton had taken his place.

Oliver is going to regret dropping him for Felix.

#michael gavey #a comedy of non-mathematical errors #saltburn au #saltburn fic #ewan mitchell

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lynxtopia · 4 months

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Can I trouble you for your personal headcannons for the Dolls?

OF COURSE OF COURSE!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH

Well let's see,,, I have headcanons for most bits of the group as a whole (Löwenzahn included)

No particular order, I write them as I remember them lmfao 😭

Im so sorry if these seem all over the place, these are the ones I can remember off the top of my head with a few hours of sleep, I have a big document somewhere with a load of info in it for a project. I'll reference that when I get my hands on it again.

Also most of these are more lighthearted than you'd expect to some degree lol I'm better at remembering the stupid stuff rather than the angst stuff.

I personally believe Enero's got quite a posh background. That little interaction with Karin cemented that in stone for me. She's got a lot of money and likes to dish it out, although she occasionally relies on bribery to get her way.

The Löwenzahn are a mix of former infantry soldiers and kidnapped Doll candidates. The amount of troops is pretty much unknown because Bison likes to spread them out across the globe, moving them about more than the actual soldiers.

Février's visor is a cover-up for bad eyesight. A friend of mine mentioned it in a fic they wrote once and I stole the headcanon for myself. She didn't want to wear glasses because she thought they'd make her look like a nerd. Now she realises they make her look hot.

Santamu used to have a mini wardrobe of coats and other outerwear for Kiki whenever they got send out to colder areas. Aprile wasn't really the biggest fan of the whole thing.

Noembelu is/was very close to März. She knew she was quite shy and not very good at the whole socialising bit so she used to stick close to her to comfort. A bit like a cheetah/emotional support dog dynamic except the emotional support dog is secretly a cheetah with the same issues.

Xiayu, Jianyu, Cammy and Decapre have all tried talking to each other telepathically before, not that it's ever worked. (They got the idea from watching a cartoon about having twin powers or something like that.)

Prior to Kiki, the group had actually snuck another pet into the barracks. A fucking Komodo Dragon... at Satsuki's request.

Enero and Noembelu continuously try to have a conversation in Spanish, although, because of the differences between Latin American and European Spanish it generally becomes a huge mass of "What? Fuck you, slow down. Huh? What does that mean?" Etc.

The youngest Löwenzahn recruit was about 12. How she got there was unknown. All that mattered was that the older ones kept her as safe as they could.

A lot of the recruits (at least past-1991-2 recruits) are actually raised into the system. Same with the soldiers. They're taken at fairly young ages and raised within the facility. The distress this programme caused worldwide continued to feed Bison's never ending joy.

Noembelu hates her original name. After joining Shadaloo, she began to think that calling her family naming her "Little" was insulting. She doesn't see it like that anymore, but she still believes that Little Eagle was a different person to who she is now.

Xiayu frequently scares the others with her Opera makeup + skills. Practising Shua Ya has scared the shit out of Jianyu more than I can count.

Santamu used to do javelin and was really good at it, hence why she chose her weapon to be a spear. Although sometimes she wished she had chosen a weapon other than just that.

There was a group, a test group, prior to the main Dolls. Most of the information on them was burned. Some say there were two, others say three, five etc. Most people accept that the initial group are 6-feet under. However, the sites conspiracy theorists think otherwise.

Juni is forever crushing on at least three girls at the same time, whether she realises it or not.

Cammy remembers a lot of things the others don't, despite her amnesia. Only thing is,is that she remembers them only when under the influence.

Enero and Jianyu scrap constantly. No reason to, they just leap at each other at any given moment.

The rank system in place for the group is kind of complicated. There are a ton (sometimes a rank only having one person in it.) And difficult to go through just by memory. The main Dolls unit typically holds the highest, or highest achievable, rank in their selected area of expertise. The only ones that don't apply to this are Enero, Jianyu, Xiayu and Juni, as the last three don't really have an area of expertise aside from Close Quarters. Enero is excluded because she holds the rank just below General. Bison keeps her there because it keeps her loyal.

Jianyu and Juni hold Colonel-equivalent ranks, Jianyu having hers because Bison was very amused by her and Enero's constant fighting and Juni because she can be trusted enough to hold such an important title.

Xiayu is a Major. Jianyu promises not to tease her about it but sometimes she likes to test how far she can push her luck before she tries to break her nose.

März frequently has to be the one changing the HDMI cables and having to explain all the different channels. (She likes doing it when she has the confidence).

Whilst it is typically Mid and High-Ranks jobs to teach the Apprentice Dolls, sometimes the main group get assigned about a troop to train.

Février eats crayons... dun dun dunnn...

Decapre struggles quite a bit with anxiety. She holds some resentment towards Cammy, but can't bring herself to do any proper damage for fears of hurting her and herself. Although, this mindset changes during Ultra IV because now they've done some weird tests on her.

The girls have combined their weapons before. Satsuki and Février made Murasame (katana #1) into a makeshift bayonet, which worked as well as you would expect it to.

Aprile secretly wishes that she could've done more for the group whilst at Shadaloo, fearing she may have been too harsh on them during their time there. Nobody thinks bad of her, just she thinks they believe she's a failure, just a tiny remnant of her past that she's clung onto.

März' consciousness still exists, although where and what it was put into is unknown. Fangs torture machine? Seth 6.9? A spare body? Cammy has a feeling she's still out there somewhere, much like Bison. Although, unlike Dictator, she believes she'll come back against Shadaloo.

Jianyu and Xiayu currently get their funds via Contract Killing. Who or what they work for is unbeknownst to them. They just get paid... Also the reason why Xiayu still has the face paint. She's ashamed of their current state and wishes for better. Oh and because she doesn't want to be recognised by the police.

Santamu is part of Neo-Shadaloo, although on more of an external branch. She let them keep Kiki because she immediately connected with the drastic amounts of chaos.

Anne and Bess did exist, although, their records were wiped, anybody involved was forced to sign an NDA, and they were buried under the main Shadaloo site to avoid any civilian discovering them at some point.

And that's about it for now. Thank you for inquiring! I'll be sure to have my notes on me for the ones I didn't mention next time lol.

#street fighter #headcanons #...lore...#Dot dot dot

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thesimscurator · 1 year

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Career World Horse Ranch update is now live!

It’s finally here! Sorry this update is so late; a minor but time-consuming home repair emergency stopped my work on it for about a month. But now my real-life house is fixed and the update is finally out! The Career World save file, Career Challenge Chart, and the list of study abroad opportunities have all been updated to incorporate horses and all their associated gameplay. And the delay meant I got to add in the new Home Chef Hustle features, as well, so it’s not all bad.

Just because I already teased it, I’ll start with...

Expansion of the Actor Career:

In addition to all the sound-stage filming that comes automatically with the actor career, and the live stage acting I had already added in the form of the Starlight Theatre venue, there are now three on-location filming spots: one for Westerns, one for costume dramas, and one for fantasy/medieval/pirate projects. Each on-location filming site is a residential lot which permanently houses several horses and three behind-the-camera crew members: a horse wrangler/stunt rider, a stylist, and a cinematographer. When cast in certain gigs, your actor should now immediately (but temporarily) move in with one of these households, in the following configuration:

If you are cast in...

Making Moosic

Last Town in the West

The Sheriff from Alpha Centauri

...move your actor sim in with the PBP Western Crew in Chestnut Ridge.

If you are cast in…

Dignity & Decorum

Of Tea & Treachery

...move in with the PBP Costume Drama Crew in Henford-on-Bagley.

And if you are cast in…

Salty Suds

Dead Sea Adventures

Tournament of Honor

Treasures of Aarbyville

...move in with the PBP Fantasy Crew in Windenburg. All other gigs you should just do as normal; they have no corresponding on-location filming site.

Once on location, you will find an area set up to house you, marked with a star door (on the Western set, this is a trailer; on the other two, a room within the massive building), as well as living areas for the other crew members, a dressing room / wardrobe area, a video editing space with the video station and lots of drones (plus still cameras for doing promo shots), and locations for filming acting scenes. In the case of Chestnut Ridge, the acting area is on a separate lot located right next door to the living area with the trailers.

Your job while you are here is to get footage, in costume, of your sim (and potentially their co-stars or the horse wrangler acting as a stunt double) acting out scenes on location and riding on horseback through the appropriate landscapes. (Mostly. The pirate stuff may not need to be too heavy on the horseback scenes, but there are plenty of places to shoot acting scenes on the battlements of the castle overlooking the sea, which is why I rolled those gigs in with the fantasy stuff. Plus even pirates get embroiled in problems on land sometimes, and have to make a quick escape on horseback. Everything you do on an actual ship is shot during sound-stage day.) I strongly suggest also taking some still photos as promotional material and keepsakes for both the crew household and your sim.

If your actor sim has no horseback riding skill to start with and looks ridiculous on the horse, you may have to spend some time riding around and skilling up in your regular street clothes before you get all dolled up and dive into filming—unless, of course, you want to get footage of your sim getting bucked off the horse for the movie, in which case get into costume immediately and fire up the drone right away; the cinematographer will edit out all the extra footage of you looking stupid while you wait to get bucked off.

At some point during your on-location filming adventure, you will be called back to Del Sol Valley for the set sound-stage filming day. Don’t worry about this; Plumbob Pictures is a wealthy studio, and can totally afford to send a chopper to whisk you back to Del Sol Valley for a day of filming on set before dropping you right back on location. Take your time and don’t rush it; you are welcome to remain on location as long as it takes to get all the footage you want to get. A word to the wise, however: you will only be able to call your director and co-stars to the on-location filming site BEFORE sound-stage filming day, so if you want to record any two-person scenes, sword fights, or all-cast promo shots with your co-stars, you’ll need to prioritize doing that first and getting your horseback riding shots later. Lucky for you if you’re filming Tournament of Honor, jousting scenes are done in full armor that completely conceals the sim, so horse wrangler Cheyenne Blackwolf is able to act as the stunt double for your co-stars for footage where you need two sims on horseback. Jim Chooli, the horse wrangler in Chestnut Ridge, is a semi-retired actor himself who frequently plays minor characters in the Westerns when a second sim is needed there. And the entire costume drama crew is happy to pop into powdered wigs and ballgowns when extra sims are needed to flesh out a ball or dinner scene.

Because you live with them in the same household during this time, you will be able to control not only the horse wrangler as a second horse-rider when need be, but also the stylist to costume both your own actor sims and your non-controllable co-stars during on-location filming. Likewise, you can direct the cinematographer to control the drones, take photographs, and even operate the non-functional camera equipment for maximum realism. The end goal of on-location filming is to have the cinematographer take all the drone footage you’ve captured, edit it together into a single reel, maximize the quality, and “send it off to the studio”—a.k.a. upload it via the video station. If you get the notification that the footage has been nominated for an award, you may want to remain with the crew household through the following Sunday and all go to the Starlight Accolades together—you could even get some red-carpet shots! If not, that’s a wrap! You’re welcome to move back to your regular residence in Del Sol Valley while you prepare for the next audition.

Chestnut Ridge Townies:

You’ll notice that with this pack, I’ve been a lot more liberal with adding townies who didn’t originally exist than I usually am. There are two reasons for this: 1) there are so many ways to make money in this pack that I didn’t think I could reasonably cover all the new career options it enabled me to add with only the original townies, and 2) Chestnut Ridge does not spawn its own locals like Sulani and Mt. Komorebi do, so if you don’t add more townies, there aren’t really enough western-dressed, horse-riding folks to flesh out the community lots—and I’m sorry, but Bella Goth just looks really stupid doing the cowpoke dance in that tight dress. So for the new townies, I used some gallery sims (credited in the Chestnut Ridge credits post, coming next), but I also used a lot of the “play with genetics” feature to expand the families of sims who shipped with the pack. Everybody gets a brother! Ok, well, not everybody, but a lot of people got brothers. So here’s what I did with townies:

In early testing, I learned to my disappointment that Sienna Grove works like the special townies from Cottage Living, not like the ones from High School Years—which is to say that the instant you start to play her, she is immediately and permanently replaced as horse trainer with a randomly generated townie. I wanted to retain her as horse trainer in this save file, so (like with Sarah Scott before her), I immediately kicked her out to the homeless bin so people wouldn’t try to play her and lose her the job. That said, for some reason this makes her un-inviteable to places just like Roberto Crinkletop, the mysterious rancher. To counteract this somewhat, I’ve had every household in town make her a keyholder, so she’ll occasionally drop by of her own accord. And of course, you can always come to her for a visit: she is outside the equestrian center from 7am to 7pm every single day, so she’s not hard to find. And pro tip: you can always invite her for a stayover, but for some reason only from the relationships panel, not the phone. The programming on this is weird, man.

Don and Duke Gooseman are now actual champions, as per their backstory. This means that Duke has the special “Champion Horse” trait that gives his foals better qualities, so if you’re going to get into horse breeding as a moneymaking enterprise, I suggest just getting a mare and having her breed with Duke. House rule, though: your sim has to gift Don a thousand simoleons for the privilege. There is now an actual stud service in town! And Don’s been doing a little studing of his own—I’ve made him aromantic since he’s such a loner, but as a sim who loves the outdoors, he constantly gets wants to woohoo in the bushes: so he is now woohoo partners with Roberto Crinkletop, with whom he has the occasional Brokeback-Mountain-style al fresco tryst. Plus I gave him a cat. Don just seems like a cat guy to me.

The Nectar Making Duo have opened a duo of businesses: a country nectary where they live, grow ingredients, and craft and age their nectars, and a small shop in town where they sell them. They’re in a fair amount of debt (used the university student loan system for this), so you can have fun digging them out and making the businesses profitable! They have three main ways to make money: holding ranch gatherings at the nectary (which are basically tasting events to bring in new clientele), using the sales table at the nectary to sell bottles direct-from-the-source, and manning the retail store in town. Some quirks to know about these things:

1) You can’t do a sale on the sales table at the same time you’re throwing a ranch gathering. I was hoping you could, but starting a sale immediately ends the gathering. Sucks, but that’s the way it is.

2) The front door of the nectary is the open-barn-doors arch to allow street sale customers into the nectary so they can buy from the sales table. If you swap these out for real, closed doors, the customers will just hang out nervously at the edge of the lot and then disappear, never buying anything. So if you want to use the sales table, you have to leave the arch. That said, an arch can’t be set as the front door for the purposes of other households coming to visit, so I have put a small, unusable wooden door off to the side of the barn doors and set that as the front door. If you’re visiting the nectary as another household, just knock on this door to make the building appear solid.

3) The nectars available for purchase at the retail store include a mix of qualities and levels of aging. There’s nothing there that is poor quality, and nothing that isn’t aged at all, but the bottles range from lightly aged to finely aged and some are normal rather than excellent. This is so that you can come to the store as a buyer while playing another household and have the option to either splurge on a high-quality bottle or not break the bank and go for something more modestly priced, according to your funds and storyline. Plus bonus: The Nectar Making Duo sub-contract with a few outside suppliers for specialty nectars they can’t brew themselves, so you can find occult nectars here, as well.

And on that note . . . to get Marissa Tracey in with the occult sims who brew the specialty nectars, and also because I think she looks a great deal like him, I have made Marissa—and her new twin brother, Chip—the products of a youthful indiscretion between Wolfgang Wilder and a human sim from Chestnut Ridge. They were both born as “dormant wolves” rather than full-blown werewolves and raised by their mother under her last name, but they know Wolfgang and are friends of the Moonwood Collective. Stocking the Collective’s moonpetal nectar got Marissa’s name circulating in the supernatural community, and now she contracts with the Straud Estate and the famed Madam Zoe herself, as well.

Aside from getting a dog, The Grove family have only gotten minor edits to careers and clothing; I put Umber in the musician career as per his backstory, stuck Juniper in the athlete career (under the new sub-category of show rider!) and let her hair down. It bothers me when the sims team gives two pre-made townies in the same world the exact same hairstyle in the exact same color, as it makes them too easy to confuse. So just like with Cottage Living, where I changed Rashida Watson’s hair to the blue-dyejob teen hair from Parenthood so she wouldn’t be confused with Cecelia Kang from behind, Juniper has now left the side braid to Sienna and adopted a more flowing-hair look that will accent those horse jumps. Oh, and Umber also started a band; he’s the leader of club of local musicians who play down at the saloon most nights—though if you feel like doing an afternoon gig on occasion, I also suggest meeting at the Hay Now! Festival Grounds sometimes.

Look, with the things in this pack, I just couldn’t resist making “Chip and Dale, Rescue Ranchers,” so I did. Chip Tracey (new brother of Marissa Tracey) and his husband, Dale Chooli (new brother of Juniper Grove) run a rescue ranch / petting zoo where children from all worlds can come to learn about animals of all types. The money they get from throwing “ranch animal day” events for kids is pretty modest to support two rescue horses, a cow, a llama, a bunch of mini goats and mini sheep, several chickens, a ton of stray dogs and cats, and some semi-wild rabbits, foxes, and birds, but it sure is cute! And they can always teach kids to ride and bring mini sheep to kids’ birthday parties on the side.

Juniper and Dale’s father, Jim Chooli, has also joined the save file as the horse wrangler for Plumbob Pictures’ on-site Western filming location. He lives in one of the many trailers on location in Galloping Gulch, alongside Barb Henderson (stylist, saloon singer, and local icon) and Giovanni Carrettino, a young cinematographer from Tartosa looking to make his own “penne Westerns.” Jim cares for and trains the studio’s three horses, Molasses, Gun, and Beauty, who play the roles of native American war horse, cowboy horse, and wild stallion, respectively.

Sienna Grove’s former lot is now home to an elderly horse trader named Tallulah Heiheiwuti, who has a bunch of family in Evergreen Harbor. One of them, her eldest granddaughter, has come to stay with her and learn the family business. The problem? She’s afraid of horses! I figured someone had to be, and that storyline just made sense. It also means there is a new family in Evergreen Harbor, which was pretty underpopulated before—Talullah’s son and his wife and kids are now fleshing out the community there and justifying the existence of the Coast Salish art swatch on the Horse Ranch wall hanging, while also giving you the new opportunity to play the botanist branch of the gardener career or the life of a pop-up cupcake baker.

Other things that have changed:

This save file has never featured Faiz Jaleel, the flower-seller from the My Wedding Stories pack, because neighborhood stories killed him off before I had quite figured out that feature and how to manage it. But now, thanks to Roberto Crinkletop’s secret family recipe, he has been resurrected and is in the save file as a living sim! I could not, unfortunately, figure out a way to reinstate him as the flower cart NPC, but he still has all the grapevine gossip interactions about owning it, so just pretend he’s hired extra help to man it sometimes when he’s busy. He has moved into his old childhood home in the big square in Tartosa with the other Piazza Dwellers, where he is trying to get a second business venture, a food stand, off the ground. He’s torn between the classic Tartosan cuisine of pizza and leaning further into the romantic atmosphere with heart-shaped waffles. Can you help him decide and make his new business a success?

Speaking of returning from the netherworld, the save file also never featured Felix Psyded, ghostly founder of the University of Britechester, because the game culled him before I discovered coolspear’s “Delay Ghost Culling Indefinitely” mod. Now that I have it, I have re-downloaded the original Felix from the gallery and made him the resident ghost of Lord Drake Men’s Dorm on the UBrite campus. How did I do this, you say? I’ve enrolled him in the History degree at UBrite in order to make him a proper resident of the dorm. You can keep him there practically indefinitely by having him enroll in only one class at a time while you play with other focus sims in this dorm—and if he runs out of classes and completes the degree, just start in on another degree. By my count, this should enable him to keep haunting this dorm for 156 in-game weeks—and that’s only if he never fails a single class! If you alternate having him fail and succeed so he does it slower but never gets kicked out, that’s 312 weeks, or basically eternity in sim years. He’s here forever! Also, in setting this up, I realized I had not included any woohoo locations in the UBrite dorms, which is completely unacceptable. Who’s ever heard of a dorm without a hookup spot?! I have now added closets to both the men’s and women’s dorms in order to fix this grave oversight. My deepest apologies.

I had previously not moved Wolfgang Wilder in with the other Moonwood Collective sims because I wanted him to remain the NPC librarian in Moonwood Mill, but in the process of making him related to his new children (Marissa and Chip Tracey), I discovered that somewhere along the way the game had already booted him out of that role for some reason. Just like with Faiz, I couldn’t figure out how to reinstate him, so now he has retired from librarianship, moved in with the rest of the Collective, and embraced his writing full-time—which means he still spends a lot of time at the library, since the Collective Cabin is off-the-grid and doesn’t have a computer.

On the subject of townies with NPC jobs, there’s news on the Scotts, the not-quite-playable family I booted to the homeless bin to prevent Sara Scott being supplanted as pub owner in Finchwick. You still can’t play her without losing her job, but her husband Simon is totally fair game, because he isn’t any kind of special villager NPC. So, with the introduction of a large estate needing filming crew for the long-running TV series “Dignity & Decorum,” I decided to rescue him from the homeless bin and make him the cinematographer on the Plumbob Pictures costume drama crew. This has actually allowed me to make the Scotts semi-playable, because even though Sara is still in the homeless bin, I was able to get Simon to ask her to be his NPC roommate, and that completely works! As long as she’s only a roommate and not technically part of the household, she can both be the pub owner and live in the swanky suite of rooms I’ve marked off for her and Simon within the manor house. Admittedly, she’s rarely there because pub hours are serious business, but still! That said, in my experience the game tends to get rid of roommates when you switch households, so you may need to reinstate her as roommate if you want to play with this arrangement down the line. Luckily, that’s very easy; just head down to the pub where she’ll be working and re-invite her under the “roommate…” menu.

Derek McMillan and Ian Moody, the stitchery shop owners in Henford-on-Bagley, are getting on in years and have been finding the crops and the chickens and the llamas and the store a lot to manage, so they’ve made a few strategic decisions to help themselves out. First and foremost, they have refocused on their mission to provide beautiful, high-quality colored wool to their customers by swapping out their chicken coop for a small sheepfold, which they have stocked with a multicolored array of mini sheep dyed every color of the rainbow (except for the colors already covered by their two llamas). They’ve also hired a ranch hand to assist with animal care and the garden, so they can focus their own energy on the shop and their sewing circle club, which is going better than ever now that it’s associated bug has been fixed!

The Watson family has moved off the hilltop to a smaller, flatter, and more organized farm with fewer camera problems down in the valley of Old New Henford. They have added a small flock of sheep to their livestock, and adopted an elderly Irish Draught horse named Dobber. Rashidah has already knitted him a set of leg warmers and a saddleblanket, and animal-lover Imran is learning to ride!

Lucha Harjo has started a side hustle selling popcorn down on the pier in Copperdale. It’s more a hobby than a career move right now, but oh, that satisfying crunch when those teens enjoy their popcorn to the tinny sounds of the ferris wheel music! Truly heartwarming.

Bob Pancakes randomly came home the other day with a tattoo of kitchen utensils on his forearm. Eliza thinks she smells a midlife crisis coming on . . .

Celebrity chef Clara Bjergsen decided that she wanted a whole new expanded kitchen, so she bought one. It’s not like she doesn’t have the money. Her current flavor obsession: reconnecting with her childhood and making heritage memories for her daughters through haute cuisine experimentation with traditional Nordic waffles.

On the opposite end of that career trajectory, aspiring chef Hugo Villareal has been hard at work spending his father’s ill-gotten gains on lots of new equipment to revive the old nectary the family moved into. With his new nectar press, oak barrels, bottle storage racks, pizza oven, stand mixer, and a block of parmigiana and a grater always at the ready, Hugo is all prepped to begin his journey into vineyard-to-table nectars perfectly paired with lovingly crafted Italian dishes. And he’s really leaning into it, too—he also bought himself a whole set of food-themed shirts, so he’s always repping his future career goals. If he could only graduate high school early and get started...

Refugio dei Pirati Resort in Tartosa discovered a long-forgotten Roman bath structure beneath its foundations and, deciding this was too good a find to ignore, tore down their entire building to excavate, restore, and construct an entrance to the thing. They subsequently rebuilt completely from the ground up, and now boast a whole new building with brand-new amenities like a private reception hall alongside refurbished old favorites like the couples’ spa. To celebrate their grand re-opening, they rebranded as the Amorosa Resort. If you’ve never vacationed in Tartosa, now might be the time to start—especially with all the new pizza ovens and functional nectar cellars popping up all over the place!

The shops on the Sulani Promenade have gotten in a whole new shipment of swimsuits thanks to the Poolside Splash Kit. They are now on display and for purchase from a series of colorful new mannequins. Whether you’re looking for tourist-y beach wear or wetsuits and snorkel gear, they’ve got you covered!

That's not the only new stock in this update: The Gnome’s Arms in Finchwick has stocked its behind-the-bar shelves with nectar. It’s not top-of-the-line stuff like you’ll find in Chestnut Ridge, but it does the trick!

SimCity Pizza, the oldest restaurant on The Waterfront in San Myshuno’s Spice Market, has finally, grudgingly, updated their equipment to include a modern pizza oven alongside their so-old-the-food-inspector-banned-them-from-using-it wood fired one. They’re having a “create your own flavor” special right now, where customers can make their own pizzas using off-menu flavors and ingredients. It’s really revitalized the place!

Llamante Llama Ranch in Selvadorada wants all animals to feel welcome, including those who are traveling with their humans. They have converted some previously unused space in the front into a small horse paddock, and added some items for cats and dogs, as well. If you’re looking to go horseback riding around Selvadorada (gorgeous, by the way!), this is the place to rent for your vacation. There are also a ton of juice barrels lined up behind the bar in town—you’re welcome to use a couple of them for horse training, if you want.

San Sequoia has a few more items in the open portions of worlds, including a newly functional lemonade stand alongside the makeshift one down on the docks! It’s a great place to sell ice cream, lemonade, or scout cookies (though you’ll need to make those yourself at home beforehand).

There are no new residents in Brindleton Bay. Nope, not a one. Not a single living soul. But the price has gone down on the old lightkeeper’s house on Deadgrass Isle. For some reason, you can now move in there completely for free…

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Thanks for your patience, and for your votes on the expansion of the actor career! Head to the original Career World save file post to download the update and enjoy!

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some opinions on rainbow high

so I was on Reddit earlier and I saw someone post. What are some of your unpopular rainbow high opinions I don’t feel like I can comment because I’m not really sure if my opinions are unpopular or not but I wanted to share them with you and see what you guys think so Without further ado here are some of my opinions about rainbow high

first and foremost. Poppy is the prettiest of the series 1 dolls

I’m mostly here for the doll and don’t really care for the tv show but the album is a bop👌

I don’t care for shadow high series 3 I think Rosie and Scarlet are too close in color palette to have been released in the same run

I don’t like pinkie she’s the third pink doll we received in the last year and a half who’s theme is pink with cat ears,

I do actually like Oliver although his colors a little meh he is the first rainbowhigh boy we received who doesn’t have a stupid shaved sides cut so I’ll give them that one. and I do intend to buy one when they hit the stores.

I’m indifferent about lavender and Barry. Although I do think the name Barry is stupid

I think that the costume ball dolls are kind of trash I didn’t care for any of them. They were just kind of meh I mean I guess the fairy one was OK

I think MGA needs to start making doll clothing packs those would sell like hotcakes and they wouldn’t have to be themed after a specific doll. They could just be themed after color like the original dolls were and fans would eat that up I know I would, I mean we’ve already got accessory packs with the shoes and the handbags where is my clothing packs

the boy doll should have the same size feet as the girl dolls I know technically that’s not realistic, but the boy does have like next to no shoes they have the pair that came on them and then if they’re lucky like river, they have a second pair of shoes and a pair of shoes in the mystery boxes but none of the other guys have that I need more shoe options for my boys

I actually really likes the concept of the Pacific coast. All the colors were beautiful and spot on. However, none of them had second outfits. They’re all stuck in their beach clothes. I don’t like that I think that they should’ve made a separate outfit packs to go with the doll so that they would have a second outfit too. I also think the Pacific coast doll shouldget Junior high dolls I think that’ll be cool

I don’t think they’re attempt at diversity Body types is worth it. I think there is not enough of a noticeable difference for it to have been worth their time.

I also don’t like the soft reboot they’re doing they’re literally taking a large chunk of what makes rainbow high unique and makes it worth collecting away from it

I think Luna in the twin pack is way prettier than the original Luna doll but I also really dislike the sunny doll from that pack I think it’s a major downgrade.

I think the special edition dolls aren’t worth $100+ I don’t think they’re worth more than 50 but personally I tend to think that in general about the collector edition dolls from all companies I think once they get past about $75 for a single doll it’s not worth it, I know it didn’t cost you that much more to make that doll than it did to make the regular ones I get that when it comes to like say the Disney collector dolls and they’ve hired specific artist work on, the doll you’re basically paying for the artist time, it took the artist to come up with that doll, , but for the average doll that’s pretty much just labeled special edition, because they decided to do that it’s not worth that price but companies are still going to make it that price because as long as someone is out here buying it for that price, they know they can get that price so they’re not gonna lower them. The prices are just gonna get higher. I don’t like that.

On a similar note, the wardrobe is overpriced. It does not have enough outfit pieces in it for it to be worth $55+. I understand when it was a big fat where it came with a doll and her two different ways and stuff being more expensive for just the plastic wardrobe in the outfits. That’s too much. but to be fair I grew up relatively poor, so I’m not the kind of person who has an easy time throwing money at some thing

And Of course, as I’m sure you all have pretty well established. I think there should be an entire line of boy dolls I mean it give us more variety give us more characters I really like the rainbow high dolls and I want to see more guys specially with long brushable hair.

And if you see this post, please comment and list your own opinions,I won’t judge, and I always love to hear other peoples perspectives

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