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captainfern · 6 months

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hi cap! i didn’t think i’d ever send in any requests but i just adore your writing and would love if you could make a Price x plussized!reader fic. Like who’s insecure about her weight/body and Price gives her some reassurance (😏). It’s extremely hard to find plus size friendly fics but I just think Price would treat a big girl so well😩

hi darling !! i hope this is okay <3 and as a plus-sized gyal, i appreciate the ask :)

oh and btw, @391780 writes amazingly for plus-sized readers, and i’m sure they can recommend you other great writers too :3

18+, fem!reader+plus-sized!reader

when you’re married to john price, there is absolutely no reason to feel self conscious around him. he is the most supportive, loving man you’d ever met, and he shows so much genuine appreciation for you and your body that it made you melt every time.

apart from fucking you (of course), his absolute favourite thing to do is to stretch you out against the bed, opening your thighs enough for his head to settle between them. he loved the warm weight of your thighs against his shoulders and the side of your head, and he loved being able to wrap his large hands around them too. sometimes, if he was in a particular mood, one of his hands would shift to the softness of your belly and push down, simply feeling the beauty of you.

price’s tongue would start flat against you— licking hot stripes up your wet folds, again and again, enjoying the way your legs trembled against him. then, he would suck your clit into his mouth, skimming it gently with his teeth as his tongue laved across it. goddamn, his cock would ache painfully in his trousers at the pretty moans that fell from your lips.

then, he’d finally stuff your wet hole with his tongue, his facial hair scraping along the supple skin of your inner-thighs, making you shiver. he’d grunt and groan into the slick heat of your pussy, eyes fixated on the way the mound of your tummy began to quiver and contract at the approach of your orgasm— an orgasm which he happily lapped up, grunting into you.

oh my god, and when he finally fucks you? the closest thing to heaven on earth, you think.

he loves positions where he can hold onto some part of you in a nice, firm grip. he’s obsessed with laying you on your back, your upper body slightly propped against pillows, so he can fuck into you. he’ll hold the fat of your thighs, kneading and groping and groaning at the pure soft warmth of you beneath his hands. his cock reached deep inside you, stuffing your full, his broad hips snapping against yours.

price also fucking loved it when your stomach rubs up against his. he really loves it. buried to the hilt inside you, grinding his hips against yours with your puffy clit snagging on the coarse hair at the base of his cock, price savours the feel of your tummy against his. your belly so pliable— just begging to be painted with his cum— so soft, so fucking yummy against him. god he loved it. he loved you.

despite his raging breeding kink, price would pull out and paint your pretty round tummy with his pearly white cum. he’d splatter your skin, and then smear it further— smooth it between the rolls, over your navel, up between the crevice of your breasts. all the while, he’d mutter sweet nothings to you while his cock grew hard at the sight again.

“y’just such a pretty girl, aren’t you, sweetheart? look how pretty you are all covered in my cum. s’how it should be. gotta cover this beautiful body in my cum an’ paint this tummy nice an’ white, hm?”

price also loves doggy. but, he makes sure you’re nice and comfortable and supported. he’ll have you lean over the arm of the sofa, or maybe the kitchen counter. he’ll bend you over on your shared bed, several pillows propped up beneath you so that he could get the best view of your plush arse and thighs.

fucks you like a madman in this position. not as gentle. grips your hips tightly, and will smack your arse just to see the lightly dimpled flesh ripple— on a few occasions, the sight almost made him com straight away.

his hips would slam against your arse, which he was pulling apart with strong hands, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at your dripping cunt. you were so wet, gushing around his cock as he fucked you, cockhead reaching the base of your womb. the slick, gummy walls of your pussy sucked him in, the bed creaking beneath the pair of you as his thrusts grew harsher, your face and breasts pushed against the bed.

“that’s it, sweetheart, there are go. can feel this pretty pussy clampin’ ‘round my cock. you wanna come? you wanna come ‘round my big cock, pretty girl?” he’d almost say it like a taunt, and it always made you fucking come. you’d squirt around him, dribbling out and around his cock. he’d moan loudly in response, his rutting never once stopping. “there we go, good girl— that’s a good girl, mama. such a good pussy, jus’ for me, hm? an’ this pretty fuckin’ body’s all mine too. all fuckin’ mine.”

this time, he’ll come inside you, filling you up nice and full until you’re dropping with him. he pumped his cock in and out, pushing as much of his cum into you as possible. he loved the roundness of your tummy, the fullness of your breasts and the thick warmth of your thighs— but he was addicted to the thought of your belly growing even bigger with his baby.

#captainfern #captainfernsalutes #captain john price #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #captain price #cod smut #captain price smut #plus size reader x captain john price

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undeadcannibal · 11 months

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Hi! i was wondering if you could make any imagines or headcanons about a plus size reader with 141 + konig? Like if their SO is struggling with their body image. SFW

I loved your imagines btw!<3

Summary: How the 141 men and König would help comfort their plus size S/O who struggles with self-image issues.

Genre: Headcanons, request(s) Characters featured: Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost, and König

Warnings: Mention(s) of struggling with self-image, etc.

A/N: Thank you, Anon! I’m glad you enjoy my works! Also, no worries, as a fellow plus-size/fat girl, I gotchu~ ( Gif credit: xxx )

Ghost―

Simon understands struggling with self-image issues more than he'll ever admit or show. While he doesn't say anything or show clues around anyone, he secretly despises seeing himself in the mirror. He goes out of his way to avoid looking directly at them, so, when you mention struggling with your own self-image, he understands in his own way.

Sure, he might not struggle with weight issues like you, but he doesn't care. He wants to be there for you so you don't have to go through those issues alone. He hates the thought of you struggling by yourself.

At first, he didn't offer many comforting words. He tries to be there for you physically instead. Before you can make a negative comment about yourself and your body, Simon is beating you to the punch, complimenting you instead of putting you down by distracting you.

His touches will always be appreciative and gentle so he doesn't accidentally trigger a negative reaction.

If that doesn't work, he's reassuring you that he loves your body just as much as your personality. Especially since he's never fussed over what his partners look like. He'll love and care for you anyway.

Without saying a word, he'll take your hand or pull you into his lap so he can nuzzle the top of your head. Whispering how much he adores you and how he wouldn't change a thing.

If it really bothers you, he'll be open to asking if you'd like to exercise with him. Starting off simple like walks together or him creating beginner friendly exercise routines, should you want them.

If not, he'll be there with you every step of the way, trying to help you feel better in your own skin, as well as maybe loving your body in time.

Price―

Poor Price, he's just as upset as you are seeing you struggling with your self-image so much.

He'll try to do anything to cheer you up. And of course, that always begins with a fresh cuppa with him. He won't even let you make it, he insists he'll take care of it for you.

Hell, he'll do anything you'd ask him to do so long as it helps you feel a bit better.

You wanna go out? He'll treat you to wherever - and whatever - you'd like. You wanna stay home? He'll get you extra comfortable and settled on the couch, not letting you leave as he gets you anything you ask for.

Doesn't even matter if you ask for something that y'all don't have. He'll run out to the store and be back home within no time, catering to you some more.

If that doesn't work - or you simply prefer another method of care - he'll ask what works best for you.

If you'd rather stay home and just cuddle and receive praise, he's more than happy to shower you in comfort and sweet nothings for as long as you'd like.

After he knows you're struggling, he'll go out of his way to touch and compliment every bit of you. Doesn't matter if you reply back with something negative, he does his best to help you see yourself the same way he sees you: beautiful, regardless of what you look like and how you feel.

Soap―

At first, Soap struggles to understand why you'd struggle so much. He'd think his love and adoration would be enough to convince you otherwise, but then he thinks back to the moments of him struggling with his own insecurities.

Sometimes it never mattered what others said or how true it was, a person could feel and think otherwise.

After mentally berating himself for being a bit of a bastard, he's finally coming around to you. Approaching you with gentle words and touches.

Never makes a comment on your weight or appearance if he can help it. Instead, he tries to let you know regardless of how you might feel in the moment, he loves you and will be there to support you no matter what.

Loves to distract you with jokes or something spontaneous to do together.

If that doesn't work, he'll try gently coaxing you to get out and do something together. It doesn't have to be somewhere public and crowded. He's more than happy to go for a walk together in the most random of places.

Really, he'll do anything if it means getting to see you happy and smiling again. Poor man will go wild if he knows you're feeling awful and there's little he can do to help you. Makes him feel pretty worthless as a partner but doesn't take it personally since he knows you're not doing it to spite him.

Gaz―

When you first tell him that you're struggling, he takes it hard at first. Sad to hear that you feel so awful about your self-image and he didn't pick up on it sooner.

However, once he gets over the initial shock, he'll immediately try to research ways to help you feel better and often soft-launches/suggests methods to you. Asking what you'd think might work best for you.

Whatever you prefer, he's trying without a second thought.

If that doesn't work, onto the next method!

He's determined to help you feel good. To see you being so hard on yourself hurts him in a way he can't explain.

I personally headcanon his love language is physical touch, so rest assured Kyle is physically appreciative of your body more so than usual. Nearly to the point he can't take his hands off of you.

If you need some space though, he'll happily provide that as well.

Also, don't even think of trying to say something negative about yourself when you're around. He'll argue you're the best and most breathtaking person in his life, regardless of what you think about yourself.

With that being said, he'll also go out of his way to interact with and kiss the parts of you you say you don't like the most. He'll make you love yourself and those parts of you, damn it!

König―

IMO, he understands more than anyone what it's like to struggle with one's self image. He's guilty of struggling with his own more often than not.

As a result, if you mention you're struggling more than usual, he's quick to try and distract you with activities you both enjoy, hoping to help take your mind off of things.

If you're not in the mood to head out, he's asking what you'd like to do at home instead. Whether it be watching something you enjoy or haven't seen. Or, possibly even ask if you'd like to cuddle on the couch together and browse for something nice on your laptop. This man loves to spoil you, even more so when you're not feeling well about yourself.

If you'd rather just spend some time together, that's fine. Rest assured he's hauling you into his lap so he can shower you in verbal praise and physical affection.

Also, he'll ask if you're alright with him touching you during those moments. If you allow him to, he's cuddling you till you can't take it anymore. Hugging you so tightly, murmuring what he finds beautiful about your plush, chubby form.

It doesn't matter what negative thing you say about yourself, he's stubborn enough to combat your negative thoughts with you.

"God, do I really look like that?" You'd complain whilst looking at yourself in the mirror, frowning as you poked and prodded at the soft pudge here and there.

König would simply come up behind you, looking down at you with nothing but affection in his eyes as he nods.

"No," He chimes in. "You look as breathtaking as ever, maus."

#call of duty x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #john price x reader #konig x reader #cod headcanons #headcanons #requests #anonymous #my writing

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petitprincess1 · 1 year

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I know I didn't just see someone trying to call Puss in Boots fatphobic for having a plus-sized, irredeemable villain, when the entire Shrek franchise centers on a protagonist who is a big ogre who also has a plus-sized wife that had a chance to be human again but chose to stay an ogre she loves him and herself the way that they are. .....I know I didn't just see that.

If I did, you would be the biggest clown that I've ever seen. I understand not everyone would care for this movie, but even just seeing something like that...seriously??? You're really making shit up to justify hating this movie when you can just...hate it.

(BTW, I believe I saw it on a reblog of a post about Jack Horner and...just...no. Let's not bring that crap into this. Let's keep this fandom as friendly as it possibly can. This is such a great movie that should be seen amongst other amazing animations, including CGI and 2D because both are fantastic mediums and both make my brain go weeeeee x3)

#puss in boots #puss in boots 2 #puss in boots last wish #jack horner #big jack horner #john mulaney

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atom-writings · 11 months

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I'd love to see the main 8 in Hetalia coming home to their so passed out while reading a book. Extra points if the so is plus sized please! And btw your cat is ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!!!(I have 2 tuxedo kitties myself named Italy and Romano). Please and thank you!!!

(Main 7? x Reader) Coming home to their sleeping S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N omg!!! kitties!!! send pics sometime!!! Btw thank u for ur continued support i know youve been here for a while and i appreciate it :3 (ALSO I DIDNT DO CHINA IM SORRY ITS 1AM AUUUGH)

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

As soon as you got home, Alfred could tell something was off. Although it wasn't every day that you would run to greet him, he could count on at least a loud “Hey!” from across his home. But when he set his bags down from work, he heard no such thing.

Immediately, he tried to recall the morning you had spent together. Unluckily for him, it was nothing but a blur. You had... been there. He remembered that for sure, but if you had said something about being busy, he couldn't recall.

But that must be what had happened. Maybe he should set his alarms earlier, he concluded. But as for now, surely you would return home soon. There was nothing he could do about it, so he might as well enjoy his time alone.

So, like a child, his immediate instinct was to tear off his stiff work clothes, now wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt (If anyone saw him through the window, well, that's nothing but a gift to them,) And like that, he pranced around the home doing his daily routine. Putting away his newly acquired paperwork, washing the dishes before dinner, and putting his suit away in the closet. Or well, that is what he was going to do, before he opened the bedroom door to you, fast asleep.

You were splayed out across the bed, your book still clasped tightly even as your chubby chest rose and fell. He sighed to himself, smiling softly and looking at you like one would look at a long-lost lover.

Well, clearly you had had a tiring day. It would be rude of him to wake you up now, he thought. He would rather do so later, after he's made a dinner both of you would adore.

Arthur didn't like quiet houses. It always made him nervous. Probably paranoia left over from back in the days when you would have to constantly fear for your life. But that justification didn't help. His fear remained, which is why he was so excited to have you move in with him. With you, there would always be a faint, friendly presence. But today, when he returned home from work, he couldn't help feeling unnerved.

Although you weren't spontaneous by any means, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to suddenly disappear, off to do god knows what. It wasn't a habit Arthur particularly enjoyed, but he loved you despite it. And because you loved him too, you would at least usually leave a text message. But he had received none.

Just to be sure, he pulled out his phone and checked again. Nothing.

Well, he was dismayed, to say the least. But you wouldn't be gone long, he knew that for sure. Now all he had to do... was wait.

So he wandered into the living room, setting his briefcase down by the door before he jumped back. His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly saw you, laying on the couch.

Clutching a hand to his chest to catch his breath, he approached quickly. But then he noticed the soft, almost unnoticeable smile on your face... the one you always wore while resting in his home. Slowly, he crouched down beside you, caressing your cheek while you slept. How adorable.

He was a lucky man, he thought to himself. He was very fortunate to be able to come home to this sight.

It was an exhausting day, to say the least. First, he was late to work, then he had to actually do his work, and then on the way home, traffic was the worst he's seen in months. So when he stumbled into his apartment, all he wanted was to see your wonderful face... and also maybe a cup of tea.

Which, when he looked around the flat, he was almost greeted by. Through the windowed doors to his balcony, he merely saw the end of your legs, propped up on an old metal chair.

“Mon ange?” He calls out to you, walking towards the balcony with a smirk.

When you didn't respond, he asked again louder, “Y/N?”

For a moment, he felt dread creeping up his spine, before he rounded the corner to see you. Fast asleep, with your book laid against your chest as you snored.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It seems you had the same idea he had. As slowly as possible, as to not wake you from your peaceful slumber, he pulled up a chair from inside right next to you. As he sat down, he kept looking over to you, a loving smile upon his face even as his eyes began to weigh more and more.

“Y/N, my love!” Ivan calls out as soon as he enters your shared home.

“Крошка? Where are you?“ He continues, as he begins wandering through the house in search of you. But as he entered more rooms, only to hear no response, his blood began to grow colder.

You had said you would be home when he got home, yet you were nowhere to be found yet. You rarely didn't respond to his calls either, so needless to say, your out-of-character behaviour was beginning to frighten him.

Had you lied? He searched the living room. Had there been an emergency? He searched the kitchen. Had you been taken? He searched the office. Had something horrible happened? He searched the bedroom- Oh.

As he burst into the bedroom, the door being moments from slamming into the wall, all his worries were eased. He grabbed the door to silence it before stepping forward and sitting on the edge of the bed. Before him, you were curled up tightly around your book, your breathing soft and rhythmic.

“Как драгоценный…” he whispered to himself before crawling next to you. As he looked upon your sleeping face, he felt his heart doing somersaults. Well, if you weren't conscious to protest, there was no reason he couldn't watch your lovely face until you awoke.

Feliciano was not a working man. He had realized that within his first 30 years of life, and the last 3,000 had only cemented it. All he wanted to do when he dragged himself home to you was curl up in your lap and cry his stresses away. So when you told him you would meet him at home after work, he was quick to rush home (breaking countless traffic laws in his wake,) to meet you.

But when he reached home, only to not immediately see or hear you, he couldn't help flopping flat onto the floor. Dust and dirt be damned. He was goddamn tired, and there he would lay until you came home to see him. Or well, that's what he thought, until before he heard your soft snores coming from the living room. Lucky, considering he was about to start snoring himself and drown you out.

Reluctantly, he peeled himself off the floor and stumbled over to the living room. There, you were out cold on his old couch, still holding the book you had been telling him all about just the day before.

Adorable, was his first thought. Seeing you all peaceful, your chubby body relaxed on his couch. You really trusted him and his home that much? Amazing.

But then he started feeling jealous. He wanted to take a nap too! How long had you been here, relaxing while he had been working? Well, working was a pretty big stretch, but still! You were so lucky. But it's his couch, and you're his partner, so he was going to cuddle up against you and nap too, regardless of whether he woke you up in the process or not.

When he had given you a key to his residence, Ludwig had really not expected you to use it as much as you had. But it seemed that every other day, he would return from whatever he had been doing to find you in his home, doing whatever. You had said something about even mundane things being more fun when you were with him. A sentiment he could understand at least a little, considering he wasn't one to complain about your presence. It comforted him just as much as it did you, even if he was afraid to admit it.

So when he returned home from the grocery store to find your shoes laid next to his, he wasn't surprised in the slightest. He just simply sighed and continued his day, quickly putting away his groceries.

“Y/N, how long have you been here?” He asks casually from the kitchen after he sees your figure laying on his couch. No response, but maybe you had your earbuds in. It's no matter.

But when he finishes his task and walks over, he instantly realizes you were asleep. It was the first time this had happened... and he really didn't know what to do.

He sat on the coffee table across from you, staring at you intensely as he was deep in thought. Would it be rude to wake you? Would it be weird to let you keep sleeping in his apartment? God, he really wishes he could call Feliciano right now... but no! He knows you better, and he'll figure this out by himself. Even... even if it takes him a few minutes of pacing to decide.

But after he's finished sweating, he lets you keep sleeping. You must've needed it, and he'd be remiss to take that away from you. Plus, you look cute when you sleep, but he'd never even admit that to himself.

Although Kiku was one of the most anxious people on planet Earth, he never worried when it came to you. That's part of why he liked you so much. It was never stressful, around you, everything came easily to him. So when you hadn't responded to his text telling you he was on his way home, he assumed the best. You were busy, and it meant nothing more than that.

When he arrived at your shared home, he didn't panic when he didn't hear you. He simply decided to go about his normal routine, not searching for you. You would let him know where you were soon, he knew it. But even if it didn't, it was alright.

But when he was bringing his laundry into his bedroom, he was a little shocked to find you laying on your shared bed, still holding your book tightly. Although his heart stopped for a moment, he quickly calmed down. He silently set the basket he was holding down, walking over to you and leaning over the bed. With a gentle touch on the shoulder, he woke you up.

“Silly, you fell asleep...” He teases softly as you start to open your eyes, “Wake up, let's go make dinner together.”

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beepartcollection · 1 year

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SLAMS MY HANDS DOWN ON THE COUNTERTOP. Engineer elden ring. May I hear of what’s going on with him :)?

*rubs hands* WELL

so to preface- the mercs are basically isekai'd into the lands between, relating to some lore about Marika and undead. One moment they're being shot at and dying in the New Mexico badlands and the next they're on a cliff that overlooks a giant tree the size of 2.5 burj khalifas that glows.

They travel for a while and meet Sellen, who offers to teach them sorceries, and Engie, after not having any mechanical things to tinker with for a while, and realizing magic is this place's math and science, gladly accepts. After all, he doesn't have his sentries and tools, so he might as well learn something new, he loves learning. When Merasmus pops in on Halloween flinging spells around is usually pretty fun, so why not? Also Scout nearly blew himself up when he tried doing magic, so no more for him.

So Engie is the team's other ranged fighter! Aside from Sniper, who uses a bow and arrow.

He usually works as the team's mediator, breaking up fights between them and talking to people who are even less mentally stable than the mercs cause, well, if it had to be a contest on who has people that are less mentally stable, I think Elden Ring would win.

He also teaches the team how to ride the horses they were given!

It. Goes.

He does split from the team sometimes though, to go with Sellen to find Primeval sorcerers and learn some of their magic (he does learn Comet Azur). But generally he sticks with the team. He goes with them through Stormveil, Radahn, Mt Gelmir, Leyendell- some nice spots! I have a scene in mind where they're about to fight Godrick The Grafted, and when they enter his arena, he does his little 'oo lowly tarnished playing as a lord' but Engie just 'actually, we aint lookin to become no lords, we just wanna go home'. And Godrick is like. What.

They also find and heal Millicent in this au! And when they find her Heavy, Engie, and Spy (much to his own chagrin) are like 'i have known Millicent for 1 day but if anything happened to her I would kill this entire team and then myself'. Millicent and Engie bond the best though, cause of being amputees (Godrick ripped off Engie's gunslinger btw to try grafting it into themself, it didn't work and the gunslinger was ruined), Millicent being interested in Engie's homeland of Texas, and Engie in general is just, so dadly, dadliest merc, and very friendly when you dont realize how not normal he is. Plus if you know Millicent's backstory you know she could use a dad right now.

She goes with him and Sellen on their adventures to find primeval sorcerers and Sellen stuff, but they do part when Engie and the team takes on Radahn, citing she has to go on her journey (if u play Elden Ring, u know).

After the first death of the team and Spy leaving, Engie does try to console Soldier, telling him he's a good leader, and they'll get home, he promises. Engie and him do fight though when he realizes what dragon communion is doing to Soldier's body, and says he can't be doing that, they don't know what it'll do to him (how hypocritical of you, Engie).

He goes to Raya Lucaria to help Sellen one last time. I have this comic I made but I don't think I'll finish it, and I don't wanna spoil Engie's fate out in The Public until I write it in the fic i wanna write, but here's a part of comic

Overall Engie has a nice time in elden ring au :3 aside from the end

#my art #beepartcollection #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #elden ring au #im sorry but this au is funny hahah goofy fun silly for the first half and the second half is oh god oh fuck oh jesus christ #ottoslab

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1bringthesun · 1 year

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have any of you read “Dancing Girl?” gosh, it just made me sad. Mori Ougai is a really good author haha, hahaha. hah… h-

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yeah i’m relating this to bsd! Mori. BITE ME!! ahem. so in this essay i will be talking about Elise and Mori’s relationship. i’ve already established i don’t see her as his “wife” or the object of his sexual desires, and i’ve also mentioned i like the “Elise is his daughter,” way of seeing things, however … well, there’s more than just that.

1) Elise represents his inner child

2) Elise preserves the memory of a dead lover and is his “partner”

3) Elise is a child-figure to him

those numbers will be reused in that order to mean the same thing later, but first, background and “Dancing Girl!”

so i think that, within the definition of his and Elise’s relationship, Mori embodies Toyotarou from “Dancing Girl” more than Kanei from “Vita Sexualis” (i think i learned which type of media went in italics and which sort in quotes some time in third grade, but it’s been entirely too long and therefore i’ve forgotten all of it and you’ll have to excuse my poor grammar if im messing it up). why, you may ask? well, first of all, Elise is literally from that novel. second of all, i’ve just skimmed vita sexualis (- an asexual) while “Dancing Girl” managed to catch my attention a lot more. plus, Mori was one of the characters that Asagiri explicitly stated he wanted to add in, and we all know just how evil Asagiri Kafka can be when he feels like it.

… why is the space so long ? why are these spaces different sizes?? this is really bugging me … but whatever, i’ll try my best to ignore it … (nevermind it looks perfectly normal when i post it i guess it’s just a. draft thing)

ahem, so, in “Dark Era,” Mori basically goes “damn Dazai you’re suicidal as hell! you remind me of myself hahah!” and i feel like that’s pretty concrete evidence Mori Did Not have a happy childhood (i mean, duh, considering he was trigger-happy to friendly fire as an important military man at 20 some years old) and was likely suicidal in the past too, to some extent. in that sense, the chains that tie Dazai down, if they’re Odasaku’s last words, are the Port Mafia for Mori. he cannot die as long as he’s sane and capable of leading the PM, because he’s basically the very embodiment of it.

⚠️SPOILERS FOR “DANCING GIRL!”⚠️

alright, onto “Dancing Girl.” i’ll give you a quick rundown. it’s basically about this college dude (25 or so) (haha that reminds me of the, “am i the asshole?” posts. i (M26) just fell in love with a girl (F18) of whom i’ve known since she was a minor and i was still an adult. i got her pregnant by some time after she became of-age, then i left her to pursue my career. am i the asshole?) (godamn it tai you just spoiled the whole novel) (i’ll put a spoiler warning up somewhere in the beginning) (bear with me) with depression who falls in love with a… looks at the parenthesis and sighs deeply.

he doesn’t see any point in anything because his life was just a glorified projection of his mother and school’s desires, so he starts being a little more hedonistic and learning about the arts instead of becoming a lawyer like they wanted him to. he meets Elise (her name) and basically immediately feels attracted to her in some way he can’t put into words (she’s 17ish when they meet btw) and starts teaching her things and basically acting like a sponsor to her. they don’t start getting romantic and/or sexual until some unsaid period of time passes. now i personally choose to interpret this as her turning 18 before they do all that stuff, but since it never explicitly says, well… yeah. Toyotarou is used to living his life in a cushy-ish manner as a child prodigy and what have you, but he eventually gives that away to live with Elise. that being said, his “giving it away” was less of a choice to be with her and more of a digression from a perfect machine into a person with his own stunted feelings.

she makes him satisfied, and he makes her very deeply happy, but eventually he chooses his career over her and she goes crazy because of how betrayed she feels- she really deeply loved him, after all. he pays her mother enough to keep her afloat and to take care of the baby he left in her stomach, and went back to Japan without another word. Toyotarou! you bastard!! (it’s not like he was without remorse, though)

anyway back to the numbers.

1) Mori’s past is pure speculation, but he was a military doctor ranked quite high as a very young man, one that didn’t hesitate to shoot someone on his own side no less (like i said) so it’s probably a given he didn’t have a stress-free childhood. this is an excerpt from “Dancing Girl,” in which i think explains the possibility that Elise represents the angry child inside of Mori that he never got to let out as a real child.

2) given what i said above, this also feels pretty self-explanatory. we basically only know two things about Mori, that he would do anything for the greater good (which is usually the PM/yokohama), and that he longs for a “partner” who will understand and not leave him. it’s possible Fukuzawa filled that role for a while, but Mori is a little unhinged and did some bad things out of obsession, which severed their ties because of Fukuzawa’s innate nature. Mori has called Elise his partner (tsuma, AKA person who stays by my side) (i know nobody says tsuma and means it that way but considering “Yatsugare san” exists (yes i’m looking straight at you, AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE), i wouldn’t put it past Asagiri to use tsuma in that manner) before and acts dramatic as all hell when she dies. it’s almost like … someone called Elise really DID die before?

3) this requires the least explanation. we already know Mori likes children in a non-pedo way, shown by things like how he helped Atsushi gather his courage in Anne’s room (which did nothing for him, btw) and his profession in the beast AU. but what sort of mafia don has a cute daughter?? that’s like ASKING for her to be killed. so Elise, the product of Vita Sexualis, is the next best thing he can have!

Elise also is a lot like the Toyotarou, while Mori acts more like Elise when they’re together. it’s just something i noticed watching the two interact in BSD and DG. the whole idea of having no autonomy is kinda Elise’s (BSD) thing, isn’t it?

my phone is now 20% and i have no charger. i have probably 69 viruses and also since i have apps like tiktok, wechat, and discord… you can imagine how much this poor device suffers, but i regret nothing. yahoo! hope you enjoyed my rant~

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #dancing girl #a german dancing girl specifically named Elise #bsd elise #bsd mori #mori ougai #Mori Elise #can i call her Mori Elise?? i mean she’s basically his daughter anyway so #Mori and Elise #toyotarou #god they make me sad #Mori is so traumatized and so babygirl #not all would understand #anyway i’m getting carried away even in the hashtags.. is this who we are???#AH MY PHONE IS AT 5% WHAT THE HELL.#okay i’m posting it now i hope this gets some attention because otherwise i might go crazy /j

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lanaevyssmoved · 9 months

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Hey! Thank you so much for answering my ask ! As a fat person i really really really appreciate your answer its so sweet ❤️ i did say plus sized cuase i work with clothes and im just used to the term lol but yes fat people are beautiful and im So glad you said all the companions would love a fat tav❤️❤️ i was kinda scared to think that way well because of how the gaming space is like so i thought maybe headcannoning 1 or 2 companions is enough but aaah im melting just thinking about literally everyone showering a beautiful fat tav with all the love omg😍😍 thank you❤️

hehe i am very happy to have helped ^_^ you deserve to feel good!!!!!!

oh and thank you for saying i'm your favourite blog btw i got so carried away i forgot to say something nice about that ldkgdfgkd feel free to just reach out to me off anon!!! i swear i am very friendly!!!!!!

#ask #Anonymous #dgfkdgd i am so emotional about this ngl

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firstofficerwiggles · 1 year

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Right, so ever since that last time with the Wolffe story you wrote for Butterfly and your comment on Boil loving hugs? I could not get that out of my mind and he has been stuck there ever since. So, now I am going to sent in this official request! Boil x F! Reader. As I do with almost all my requests I always mention the full bodied ( or big gal ) reader because... relate to it and stuff and ofcourse: Hugs !. Everything else I leave up to you the whole SFW/NSFW/Established Relationship/Not Established etc etc. ( still blaming you for adding Boil to my mind now btw )

Ok so I have been batting around this idea for forever and I finally have a fic for you! I really hope you love it and fall in love with Boil all over again. For your humble consideration...

The One that Matters

Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Plus Size Female Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: body issues, insecurity, fat shaming, swearing (fairly mild though), kissing

Word Count: ~3000

Author’s note: This is technically a two-parter but part 2 is rated M and contains the smutty part of the story. I split the story so those of you who want SFW can enjoy part 1 without it. Special thanks to @imabeautifulbutterfly @kavecika and @mysticalgalaxysalad for beta reading!

Part 2 link

You stare in the mirror, tugging slightly at the top you had just put on with a new pair of stylish pants. The outfit had seemed so cute in your mind, but on your curvy body, the top seems less flattering than you had imagined it. You sigh, wondering again if this was a bad idea, going out on a date with a clone trooper. This is the fourth outfit you’ve tried on and nothing seems quite right for a dream date with such a hunk. You give yourself another look in the mirror; you know you’re an attractive woman, you’ve always felt pretty enough, and you’ve had your share of dates, but Clone Trooper Boil is on another level. With his gorgeous face, soulful eyes, broad shoulders, and ample muscles, he is, without a doubt, the handsomest man you’ve ever met.

Despite your protests that you just wanted to stay home, your friend Jaxie had dragged you out for some fun, vowing to take you to a place where there were sure to be loads of men excited to meet a woman exactly like you. Sure enough, the famed clone bar, 79s, had delivered on the promise of a ton of worked up soldiers, partying hard. There had seemed to be an endless supply of them, each one as tall, dark, and handsome as the next. Still though, next to the petite and beautiful Jaxie, you started to doubt that any of those troopers would look your way. Yet to your surprise, it only took one trip to the bar before you found one who couldn’t seem to stop looking your way.

As you cut a path through the crowd, sidling up to the bar in the middle of the packed club, you could feel someone watching you. You turned slightly to see a clone trooper with orange and white armor, a mustache, and a half smile looking at you. You looked over your shoulder to see if Jaxie was next to you, but she had stopped to speak to someone a few paces back.

“I’m looking at you, beautiful,” a deep voice came from his direction. He sounded amused but friendly.

“You are?” you couldn’t keep the note of surprise from your voice as you looked back at him and into those golden brown eyes.

“Absolutely I am,” he gave you a broader smile, and held out his hand, “Clone Trooper Boil, ma’am, and I’d be honored if you’d let me buy you a drink, beautiful.”

The way he’d looked at you so sincerely as he told you he thought you were beautiful that you’d let him get you that drink. Before you knew it he was telling you how his buddy, Waxer, had dragged him out the club against his wishes. He’d been of a mind to head back to his barracks for the night when he saw you heading his way, and he decided maybe Waxer had been right about this place. The next thing you knew, you had spent all evening talking to him, exchanging comms and making plans for tonight. He even gave you an extended hug goodbye, being sure to tell you how great a hugger you were.

*ping*

Message from Boil> Hi beautiful! 15 minutes away, can’t wait to see you!

Message from you> Ok! See you soon!

Determined, you look yourself in the eye through the mirror,

“A gorgeous man has asked us out to dinner and a show and we are going to go. He thinks we’re beautiful and we are going to trust that his taste is the only one that matters. Now, let’s get to that closet and find something to wear.”

Energized by your pep talk, and motivated to get moving before Boil arrives, you march back to your selection of clothes to see what you can find. Pushing through items that seemed too much like workwear or too casual, you finally land on a forgotten dress you’d worn to a friend’s wedding. You’d only worn it once, but it is pretty and in a color you love. It had seemed too fancy to wear to work and you hadn’t been out anywhere special in so long that you had forgotten it was here. Quickly you slip it on, careful not to muss your hair or makeup, and then turn to glance at yourself once more. As the skirt twirls elegantly around your legs, you finally smile at your reflection, this will be perfect.

As you’re grabbing your bag for the evening, you hear your door chime.

“Wow, you look fantastic, even more beautiful than the night we met, and I didn’t think that was possible,” Boil greets you with a soft lopsided smile. He’s wearing his formal uniform tonight instead of his armor and he looks dashing in the grey-green suit.

“And you look even more handsome,” you reply with your own beaming smile.

Your stomach flips as your eyes roam over his impressive form. He’s so broad and muscular, and has such a stunning face that again you can’t believe your luck in getting to date him. A slight feeling of insecurity hits you though as you wonder what people will think when they see you together. Pushing that evil thought away, you remind yourself that their opinions don’t matter, and you straighten your shoulders as you mentally remind yourself that you are going out to enjoy yourself.

Boil leans in to kiss your cheek and pull you into a quick hug. He wonders if you can hear his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He’s been looking forward to tonight since you agreed to the date. He sneaks another peek at your delectable curves as you step out your door. Stars, she’s so damn pretty! His hands itch to run over the lovely slopes and dips of your body, wondering if your skin is as soft as he has imagined it to be. He’d love to pull you into a passionate embrace right now and kiss you until your toes curl, but that might be a bit too much for the start of the night. Shaking his head to help himself focus, he quickly takes your hand and wraps it into the crook of his elbow as he leads you out to his borrowed speeder for the night.

“I hope you like Corellian food?” he asks, “I made a reservation at a restaurant my general recommended. He said it’s a very nice place with a lovely atmosphere and perfect for a romantic evening.”

“That sounds great,” you reply, delighted that he’s thought so much about the date. Other men you know would just leave all the planning up to you or take you to whatever was closest and open.

Boil helps you into the speeder and he can’t resist dropping another kiss on your cheek as he does so. The traffic is fairly light right now so he feels comfortable sliding a hand from the steering to cover yours and hold it as he guides the speeder to the restaurant. He really hopes you like this place. He had been determined to plan the perfect date for tonight, something romantic and entertaining, that would hopefully entice you to want to see him again. He’d been trying to find ideas on his holopad while fending off his brothers’ dumb jokes about being as lovesick as a shiny with his first weapon when General Kenobi had thoughtfully provided him with advice. He’d already secured tickets to what was supposed to be the hottest new performer in town, but getting the suave Jedi’s tips for where to take you to dinner had been much appreciated. As you arrive at the location, its elegant velvet awning and uniformed doorman, tell him that he was right to trust the general’s opinion.

“What a beautiful restaurant! And everything smells so good,” you tell Boil as you’re seated at an utterly charming candlelit table. A waiter pours you a glass of wine, in a crystal goblet no less, and then leaves you to decide what to have from a mouthwatering selection of cuisine. From the fresh flowers on the table, to the soft lighting and romantic music playing, Boil couldn’t possibly have selected a more perfect first date location. He takes your hand once again, and gazes into your eyes,

“I’m so glad you like it, and from the looks of things, we’re going to have a fantastic meal,” he says, sounding eager.

“I don’t suppose you get to have many fancy dinners as a trooper,” you reply, feeling a touch sad for him.

“We get great food when we’re on the Negotiator,” he explains, “But rations when you’re out in the field can leave a lot to be desired. Still though, I’m grateful to have them.”

“I’m sure you are, but I’m glad you’re getting to have a really special dinner for a change,” you comment.

“It’s special because I’m with you,” he murmurs as he squeezes your hand.

The dinner is everything he hoped it would be, the food is exquisite and the company even more so. He listens fascinated as you tell him about your life on Coruscant, your work, and your desire to travel more once you can do so safely. He regales you with stories of his missions, focusing on the entertaining or interesting aspects of his brothers and their exploits. Boil tries to only tell you about happy or good things that have happened to him, but when you gently explain that he doesn’t need to sanitize his life for you, he feels grateful in a way he wasn’t expecting.

“You’re sure you want to hear about the bad stuff too?” he asks, still a bit unsure.

“Boil, I want you to feel free to share things with me, even the bad stuff,” you reassure him, “I know you’re a soldier and that means you’ve seen and experienced terrible events. I’m not saying I need every gory detail, but if there’s ever anything you need to talk about, I just want you to know that I’m here to listen.”

“Thank you, sweetheart, that’s comforting and honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to say that,” he admits, looking into your eyes, “The other women I’ve met have just wanted to hear about the excitement.”

“I really want to get to know you, Boil, and that means hearing about all aspects of your life,” you tell him, then adding with a soft laugh, “Like the way I told you all about my witch of a co-worker, and that certainly wasn’t pleasant. But I wanted you to know what my job is really like.”

He nods in agreement with you,

“Well, when we were talking before about being grateful for food, even military rations, it made me think of a recent mission I completed on Ryloth.”

Different from his earlier stories that were meant to charm you, Boil tells you about seeing the starving Twi’leks on Ryloth and how badly they had been treated by the Separatist occupying forces. He expresses his shock and concern for people that he had previously dismissed as being weak, and he was embarrassed that he had been so quick to judge them at first. The more he talks, the more you lean in, fascinated by him. His openness and forthright attitude are refreshing and your admiration for him only increases. As he finishes his story, telling you about helping the little Twi’lek girl find her family, and discovering that she saw them as brothers, you have to wipe back a tear.

“Boil, you are a real hero, the way you helped that child and her people,” your voice gets a bit choked up, “I wish more people could understand how much you and your brothers have given to this galaxy.”

“I didn’t tell you that story so you’d think I was a hero,” he mumbles, looking down at the table and feeling a bit bashful.

“I know you didn’t,” you reply, reaching out to caress his cheek and encouraging him to look back at you, “But that just makes me like you even more.”

“I like you too, beautiful, more than I can say,” he responds, bringing your palm to his lips so he can place a warm kiss there.

Boil feels as if he could spend the rest of the evening just staring into your sparkling eyes, but he remembers the tickets he purchased and the second part of the date.

“We should probably leave if we want to get to the show on time,” he says, standing up and offering you his hand.

As you slip your hand into his, you ask, “What type of show is it?”

“A comedian,” he explains, “He’s supposed to be really funny. One of the Naval officers, Lieutenant Commander Rampart, was telling me how great he is when I was looking for ideas for our date.”

“Sounds fun, lead on,” you reply.

When you arrive at the theater, you see it’s designed like a cabaret with little tables all around instead of seats in a row. You’re a bit surprised when the usher leads you all the way down to the front near the stage, they’re the best seats in the house.

“This is very nice,” you say to Boil.

“I didn’t realize the seats were this good, honestly,” he tells you.

“We like to recognize our military patrons,” the usher explains, “Please enjoy your evening.”

Before you have a chance to order drinks, a server brings a bottle of sparkling wine to your table,

“Compliments of the gentlemen over there as a thank you to the brave soldier,” they say, placing the bottle down with a small flourish.

“That’s very kind,” Boil replies and you both wave over at the other table in thanks.

“I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who recognizes your important contributions to the war,” you say, giving his hand a little squeeze.

Boil’s cheeks flush slightly and he looks a little embarrassed, “I don’t deserve any special treatment.”

“It’s nice that people recognize all that you sacrifice for us, I wish more people would,” you tell him. You’ve seen too many people be dismissive of the clone troopers, so it’s really nice to see people treating Boil with respect.

You enjoy the wine with him and soon the show begins. The man who comes out on stage is extremely sarcastic and while you find yourself giggling at some of his first jokes, as he continues on with his set, you find yourself laughing less and less. His jokes seem rather mean spirited and they’re starting to be offensive. You notice that Boil is also not laughing and he sits stiffly in his chair. The audience has quieted down a lot and it’s clear to the performer that they’re not in agreement with him.

“Well, geeze, rough crowd tonight, I guess you all left your senses of humor at home,” the man jeers at the audience, “Let’s see who’s here and forgot how to laugh.” He looks right at your table, sizing up Boil,

“Oh, we got one of the copy and paste boys here tonight, a clone trooper. What’s the matter, pal, missing the old tube tonight?” The man laughs at his own joke but the rest of the audience is silent. The jerk continues, speaking to Boil like he’s a child, “I know you’re probably just a few days old, but laughter is this thing we do when things are funny.”

You see Boil’s fists tighten and his jaw is stiff, you can practically feel the anger coming off him.

“Obviously the Kaminoans forgot to add a sense of taste when they churned you boys out huh? I mean look at what you’re with tonight, yuck,” the jerk turns to look at you now.

You feel a sense of dread go over you and you try to shrink down in your seat. You wish he would just stop.

“I know you boys are hard up for female company, but I’m sure you can do better than this tub of lard. Don’t let her be on top tonight or you’ll have to report another casualty to the GAR.”

You feel awful, so embarrassed and humiliated.

“That’s enough!” Boil pushes his chair back and jumps to his feet so fast that it crashes to the ground with a loud bang, “It’s one thing for you to insult me, but to insult a lady is despicable. You’re a sad excuse for a man if you think it’s acceptable to make fun of someone’s appearance for your own amusement. We live in a galaxy of incredible beings of all different bodies, shapes, and sizes, and yet assholes like you still think women are only acceptable if they match your particular preferences. My girl is beautiful the way she is, and I’m honored to be with her. I’d get up there and kick your ass, but we’ve already wasted enough of our valuable time together listening to your sorry excuse for comedy.”

Boil turns to you and takes your hand, helping you to your feet. He places your hand on his arm and moves to walk out. You hear the comedian call out,

“If I wanted your opinion, buddy, I’d ask a droid, at least you can tell them apart.”

Boil stops for a moment, he turns back to look at the jerk. But before he can say anything, someone throws a bottle on the stage where it crashes at the man’s feet.

Someone in the crowd yells, “The trooper’s right, you’re an asshole.”

More bottles and glasses are thrown amongst shouted insults at the comedian. Boil hustles you out of the theater, but you turn back just in time to see a particularly large glass hit the guy in the head. It makes you laugh in spite of it all.

When you’re back out on the street, Boil takes you a little ways away from the theater to a small plaza where there are some pretty potted flowers and trees with little twinkle lights. He leads you to a bench and motions for you to sit. When he looks at you, his eyes are soft but worried. He turns to face you, taking both of your hands in his, “I’m very sorry I brought you to that awful show tonight, and I’m sorry you were treated with such disrespect.”

“Oh, Boil, it’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known he would say such rude things to us both. I’m sorry he was disrespectful to you too,” you reply. Then thinking of the way he jumped to your defense, you smile up at him, “But the way you stood up for me, that was truly honorable, and I appreciate it more than I can tell you. I think I finally understand why women say ‘My hero!’ to the guy in those cheesy romance holofilms.”

“How could I not defend you? It was the right thing to do. Any real man would do the same, doesn’t make me a hero,” he tells you, looking a bit embarrassed at your praise. Before you can say anything else, he continues, his voice slightly husky with emotion, “I think you’re so beautiful, every part of you, I love all your luscious curves, and I have since the moment I first saw you.”

“Do you know what I told myself as I was getting ready tonight?” you say, “I told myself that when it comes to my appearance, your opinion is the only one that matters tonight. That man was a real jerk, but he doesn’t matter. You think I’m beautiful, and that’s all that counts tonight.”

“I like that,” he smiles at you, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek and jaw, “I’d like you to think that every night.” His eyes look down at your lips and then back up to find your eyes. “Can I kiss you? It’s all I’ve been thinking about all night, really since we first met.”

“Yes, please,” you just barely breathe out the words and his lips are on yours. Boil’s kiss starts off so soft and sweet, his lips moving lightly over yours as he pulls you into his embrace. A soft little moan sneaks out of your mouth, and Boil answers it by deepening the kiss, his tongue licking at the seam of your lips seeking entrance. When you grant it, you hear him groan in satisfaction as he holds you tightly to him, brushing his tongue over yours in a passionate kiss.

Boil holds you close to him as he kisses you, one hand at your waist while the other is on your upper back. His hands are itching to explore more, but you are in public and he doesn’t want to push his luck. Gently he breaks the kiss before he can get too carried away. When he looks at your pretty face, he thinks you look luminous with stars in your eyes as you gaze back at him so happy and content that it makes him smile even more.

“That was the best first kiss I’ve ever had,” you tell him, “In fact this is the best first date I’ve ever had.”

“Even with that awful guy?” Boil asks, surprised but relieved that you think so.

“That guy was an ass, but without him, I might not know how great of a man you really are, Boil,” you explain.

“Well, for our second date let’s skip the comedian,” he replies with that lopsided smile of his.

“You’re already planning our second date?” you ask with mock surprise.

“Sweetheart, I’m planning our second, third, fourth, fifth, hell, all the dates you’ll let me have.” His face is all lit up with the idea of a future with you.

“You can have all the dates you want, my handsome hero,” you answer him, “As long as I’m with you, the one that matters.”

Thank you for reading! Click here if you want the smutty part 2!

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strawbs-screaming · 8 months

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Gonna ask here cause I love the man but Hugger with a Plus Size S/O and like they're very energetic, like very bubbly and friendly if that makes sense? Love your hcs btw!

ofc!! I understand you all clear!!

hcs below!!!

Bear Hugger with a energetic + plus size S/O

- He relates to you pretty well, hes pretty jolly himself and also plus size so both of you are in the same boat!!

- will joke around with you pretty often, people assume you two are really close friends instead of lovers because of that pretty often

- if you're more on the extroverted side and like parties, he'll drag you along to some

- doesnt mind if youre chubby, more room for hugs

- will pick you up & spin you around if youre sad

- expect hugs whenever youre sad

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #bear hugger #romantic headcanons

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samkat10423 · 1 year

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Tired of Aliens

So, I got tired of doing the alien thing. There are just so many that you can make before you want to nuke them all. Mostly because I hate, hate, hate CAS.

So, I’m back in Sunset Valley, redoing all of them. More CAS. Blecch!

Anyway, the first one I did lives in this house - renovated by my friend Tedhi as part of her SV renovation series. I did make a few changes - like adding some CC plants outside and inside giving him a music room, since he is in the music career. Plus, he got a nice Fresh Prince car.

And here he is! Christopher Steel himself! I don’t use sliders - since I hate CAS - but I did change out his skin to a custom one and gave him a new hair and some decent clothes. Usually, when I play him, I put him in the forensic CSI career, but this time, I decided to make him my town’s new orchestra conductor. I kind of based my choice on his bio, that he’s new in town and hoping to have a fresh start. So, in my world he was recruited from Bridgeport by the Crumplebottom sisters to bring a bit of culture to the unwashed masses here in SV.

This is another Tedhi renovation. I didn’t do a lot to this house, other than get rid of the gym equipment that was included with the lot. I like my sims to use my community lots, so I have a firm rule that if skill objects are available on a community lot, they have to use them and not have one of their own. The only exception I make is for writers and artists. But they still have to be at level 5 or above before I let them have one of their own. Oh! And I do let them all have a bookcase - part of my literacy program.

And here’s the young lady who lives here. All I did for her was give her a CC skin and hairdo, tone down her make-up, and debulk her muscle size. They’re still toned, but not so in-your-face bulky.

This is the eccentric doctor who lives in the trailer next door to her. He likes to take his “cat” - it’s supposed to be a skunk - for rides around town. He was recruited by Geoff Landgraab to work at the local hospital as a gene therapist. (He’s not exactly what they were expecting).

And you all know this house. Since I was in the mood, I decided to redo this lot myself. BTW, in the background you can see the trailer where my last sim lives. It was another Tedhi reno. I just added some eco-friendly CC to it.

Since this is supposed to be the poorest family in town, I pretty much gave them junk one might find while dumpster-diving. The furniture is mismatched and has seen better days. According to the father’s bio, he’s sort of gone downhill since his wife left him. So, when I took him into CAS, I changed one of his traits to “loser.” I also gave him and his two boys that Egyptian hidden trait. Anyway - since I like to give my sims a backstory, I decided that his wife left him after discovering that he got that French sim pregnant. Seems he went out with the guys after work one day, got plastered and had a one-night fling. His wife was not amused. Nor was his oldest, since he overheard his parents’ fight and blames his dad for his mom leaving. The youngest boy is still clueless as to why his mom left, but he’ll probably figure it out, since I aged up that French toddler and she is now his classmate. I love drama!

Anyway, I did take the family into CAS and gave them a dog. I was going to take a picture, but the boys kept disappearing and so I gave up. If I see them around town, I take one then, but again, all I did was give them custom skins and some decent clothes.

#sims 3 Sunset Valley - again! thanks to Tedhi and the creators of Nraas which allows me to create havoc among my sims

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go-capt-puppen · 1 year

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Monkeywrench Alcohol and drugs Headcanons

My headcanons for the canon drinks and cigars Beebs likes Torpedo, Perfecto shapes cigars Oscuro and Colorado for colors. He likes mild tobaccos. Shrikes likes Cigarillo, Perfecto and corona Both Beebs and shrike use refill torch lighters- Drinks- He likes tasting local beverages - Bitter doesn’t bother him. I think that both Beebs and Shrike like Beers . Both Shrike and Beebs don’t drink or smoke on the job. Beebs has tried to talk Shrike out of doing so no matter the stress of a job. Shrike likes white tequila and tequila cocktails to be exact. He can only do one shot of straight tequila. Both Shrike and Beebs like dainty fruity cocktails on occasion. Shrike like sugar cocktails . They both like happy hour for the prices. It would be unwise to challenge Beebs to drinking contest thanks to his size. Shrike is light weight. Both Shrike and Beebs will claim that they drink to relax,but they got moments where they drink to forget. Beebs doesn’t drink too often. Here is where I go into my take - Its what I posted above+ plus this Btw - They don’t touch stronger drugs Concerning Marijuana -Its legal in a lot of planets Beebs does own cute bongs and pipes Beebs does use CBD creams He likes hemp products for his rabbits and what else hemp can do. He likes CBD drinks - rare - He likes CBD -not THC. He doesn’t smoke thc. Beebs is strict on Shrike smoking weed -not a fan of the smell or babysitting Shrike. Its dime bag size weed amounts for Shrike, its how much he can afford and smoke and in rare moments on the weed friendly planets + on their day off.

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temporalreverie · 7 months

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helpppp im too affirmed my posters disease i was a notes app girlie to get my ass off X posting porn on Twitter lol not rlly but like the stupid name um. But then i started posting in tingles <- tumblr. And getting friends and active followers and being way more comfortable talking to people using this site and being friendly and enjoying now I'm soooo affirmed by being qgle to post my stupid random thoughts online again. This would be a notes app for realsies but it's here instead ok

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Ayyyyy tehre we go. It's colors BTW like a discord emoji no underscores (I'm on mobile). Okay I saw a bigger quarter sized spider and im sorry i alerted the guards and she was slain u_u (btw I'm using pensive emoticons over emojis recently and loving it) to be fair I.m not in a state to physically content with it if I gets scared and starts running even if I wanted to take it outside. But nobody was responding I literally thought I was trapped in the spider dimension for a second.

I just made whole caff coffee instead of half or decqff and it's like 9pm.tje responsible me would have poured some of it out or wouldn't finish it but mmmm coffee. It's not too late to do that but 👀 Plus can everyone tell. Hi I told everyone and they're all made at you

I need to find my draft

I told everyone

Im already prone to sudden bouts of euphoria and rambling so i srsly don't think they can tell. It would be fine if i did get brought up but I'm getting off on having harmless secrets bc i've been conditioned to be like this for decades :( but this one is funny and it'll only get funnier the longer it goes in when i finally drop the ball casually in conversation B)

Pikmin tunes go hard i almost perfected the treasure board. Holy shit earlier I was so confused bc i kept getting surprised fucked up be the second floors of the second to last row then picking a different one and not being able to remember.

For anyone not in the loop I will be okag and I am okay :D im just praying to pinkie pie real quick

#my posts #personal #read this much later while sane like is this what i sound like to u guys LOL

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legendofzoodles · 2 years

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LU Character Design Analysis 3

In case you haven’t seen the previous two posts yet, I’m doing this thing where I’m analysing and subsequently ranking all the designs of the chain in LU. I was going to do it 2 at a time, but I’ve got so much to say that I’m doing it one a time.

All the designs are really good, it was hard to come up with a decent ranking system that I was happy with and even harder to apply it. The numbers I scored them are subjective and any one of them can be debated.

With that said, onto the next person on the list...

7th place: Wind

His design is simple and that’s the beauty of it, but it’s also why he’s only number 7. Truth be told on its own it’s near perfect for me; I just so happen to like the designs further up the list more than this one and these clothes aren’t appropriate outside his era.

Pros: His clothes are lightweight allowing him to take full advantage of his small size and superior agility in combat- it’s difficult to hit a moving target after all. The four long coat tails are genius as they really help push the pirate aesthetic without weighing him down with a bulky coat (an exaggerated collar and cuffs would ruin his simple silhouette), plus they add a lot of style when he’s drawn in action.

I’m so happy he’s wearing a modified version of the lobster shirt (JoJo even kept the v-line!), I like to think his Grandma made it for his 13th birthday. The white patterns look spectacular and give the design some interesting visual flare without making it look too busy.

The orange 3/4 trousers and ankle boots are adorable, they look comfortable and breathable, which is perfect for travelling the vast sunny seas. I also like the tiny amount of baby pink in his necklace, it works well with the light blue and oranges in his clothes.

The colours are bright and happy, not only for reflecting the sun’s rays but also reflecting the lighthearted mood of Wind Waker and Phantom Hourglass as well as Wind’s adorable personality. He’s definitely the moodmaker of the chain, able to lift the spirits of the others with even just a smile. His wide eyes, animated facial expressions and sun bleached hair make him look friendly and outgoing.

Btw, I’m fine with him not wearing his pointed hat because it’s not very good for sun protection. And anyway Tetra definitely would’ve made fun of it.

Cons: I don’t really get why he’s so pale. Back in his era he’s out in the sun 24/7 doing all kinds or heroic shenanigans and cool pirate stuff, and I don’t think he’d always heed his Grandmother’s advice to stay in the shade or wear a hat to avoid sunburn. I’m not saying he should be tanned bright orange because it’ll blend in too much with his trousers, but realistically his complexion could be darker.

I know I said it’s great that his clothes are lightweight, and it is for running around on a ship or dipping into quick battle encounters, but not long drawn out fights. There’s a another reason the chain always have a watchful eye on him and it’s because the boy’s clothes aren’t very protective. Even brushing up against a thorn bush looks like it would tear him apart; his clothing looks too thin and flimsy.

Can Legend please lend this child some magical items? Just for this adventure. My heart can’t handle the thought of anything happening to him.

Wishlist: I’m conflicted again. To be honest I really don’t have anything here. I like his design for what it is and I like that it’s kept simple, but at the same time there could be more pirate elements added in. Like a little compass on his belt, or a bandana scarf or maybe a white bandana headband to protect his face from the sun or a trinket given to him by his sister.

I’d also like to sea some green on him- maybe a light green. I’m not too sure where to put it on this design, but I’ve always liked the idea of him wearing a little waistcoat or maybe he could have some seaweed inspired details on his belt?

Ooh would it be a good idea for him to have an aspect of his design inspired by Linebeck? Like having a waistcoat as part of his civilian clothing or something like that. I’ve not played Phantom Hourglass, but that guy was like Link’s father figure or uncle figure right?

Score:

Aesthetic and visual score (/10): 7 Character representation score (/5): 4 Practicality score (/5): 2 Total (/20): 13

I placed him higher than the other two because I like his design more, it’s cohesive and every bit of it makes sense.

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Thanks for reading! What modifications would you make to their designs? And do you agree with me or not? I’d love to know :)

Masterlist

9th place in the character design ranking

8th place

6th place

4th place

3rd place

Character analysis posts:

Hero of the Sky, Hero of Time, Hero of Twilight, Hero of the Wild, Hero of Warriors

#linked universe #lu wind #linked universe wind #lu #lu analysis #linkeduniverse #character design analysis #part two #lu tier list #lu rambles

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