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frantic-fiction · 1 month

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May I request some Jealous!Fem!Reader x Astarion? Maybe one where someone from Astarion’s past makes an appearance and while Astarion sees this woman as just a friend, reader can see the woman blatantly flirting with her vampire spawn and she doesn’t like it one bit. ESPECIALLY if Astarion’s oblivious to the woman’s advances and innocently engages (because let’s face it, our boy loves being praised & complimented 24/7). Reader decides it’s her turn to stake her claim on our little sassy vampire and remind everyone who he belongs to ;)

Yes! Yes! Thank you for the request!

Jealous

Astarion x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.5k

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It was nice being back in the city. Yes, there was still the ever-looming threat of the Absolute, but most of the party was back home, and for once, it felt like, for a moment, everyone could breathe. You had a fluffy bed to sleep on instead of a lumpy bedroll. And while Gale always made whatever perversions the party scavenged taste good, the warm, hearty tavern meals you've been treated to as of late were too good to beat.

But the best part of being back was taking any moment to drag Astarion out into the city to wherever he fancies so he can explore Baldur's Gate in the daylight without the darkness of Cazador. He wanted to visit the farmers market today, so you wandered the vendors' stalls, stopping to take moments and smell flowers and sample wares.

Astarion politely conversed with a tailor about the fabric quality used for a shirt he wanted. Frankly, they had been talking longer than your attention span could handle, so when your eyes wandered to a stall full of beaded jewelry, you wasted no time giving Astarion a quick peck on the cheek and telling him where you'd be.

The pieces were beautiful and skillfully crafted—brightly colored beads and gold inlays, gems of various minerals, all catching your eyes. The older halfling woman propped highly on the stool, greets you politely, and gives little details and facts about each one you set aside for closer inspection. Maybe you should get something for Shadowheart and Karlach? Probably not Lae—

"Astarion!"

A feminine voice has you snapping your head back to your partner. A frown instantly settles over your features when you see a tall, elven woman pull Astarion's hug. Her brown hair is intricately braided into a top knot decorated in sparkly chains. Her dress hugs her curves, framing her body perfectly.

Why are they still hugging?

"Oh Gods, it's been too long. You're looking amazing." Her nasal voice filters down the markets. "How are you, love?"

Astarion finally manages to break the hug, giving the woman an automatic flirtatious smile, the tailor long forgotten. "Eleanor, I've been well. I do hope the same can be said for you."

Dropping the beads with little care, you leave the stall, ignoring the halfling. You don't like this woman. You don't like how her hand still lingers on Astarion's forearm or how she leans ever so slightly closer as if daring him to kiss her.

"I've been fine, though I'm upset you haven't visited in quite a while. It's been rather dull without you." She runs her hand up his arm.

Astarion laughs, flicking his hand in the air and clearly enjoying the woman's words. "I could only imagine, my dear. Those brutes are fowl at their best. Who wouldn't miss me."

Your jaw clenches when her obnoxious laughter rings in the air. Pushing past a family of four throwing a half-ass apology, not paying mind, too pissed off. Who does this woman think she is putting her hands on Astarion as if he's hers?

"Astarion, you always knew how to make me laugh." Elenor ducks her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "If I'm being honest, I was always jealous of the ones you took home. But now that we're here, maybe…"

Oh, hell no! You practically jump the rest of the way and run into Astarion's arm. He lets out a breathy oof, arms tightening around your waist to keep you from tumbling to the ground. Pretending you weren't aware of the woman, you capture Astarion into a chaste kiss before beaming up at him.

"I hope you found what you were looking for, my love." Your voice is sickly sweet as you trail your thumb across his cheekbone. Then you turn your head and feign innocence, looking at the elf. "Oh, I'm sorry, Star. Who is this?"

Astarion gives you a look but recovers quickly. Clearing his throat, he speaks, "Darling, this is Eleanor. She owns a tavern I frequented. One of the only decent companies I've had before we met."

Moving away from Astarion's side, you reach your hand out in greeting, giving her your name, "It's a pleasure to meet a friend of my Star,"

Eleanor looks a bit taken aback, staring blankly at the two of you, clearly not expecting this change in her plans. You're internally preening. She takes your hand in a limp shake before dropping it and stepping back. Eleanor quickly wipes her hand on her dress slyly and chuckles.

"That explains why I haven't seen you in a while."

You sneer at her, wanting nothing more than to punch her. Instead, you drop your hand onto Astarion's chest, nuzzling warmly into his side. "Yes, sorry about that. I've been a bit selfish. Sometimes it hard to get out of bed."

"Right…" Eleanor says. Astarion, I never took you as one to settle down, especially someone as… unique as them."

"What is that supposed to mean?" The venom drips from your words, and Astarion has to keep you in place.

Eleanor smirks. "Oh, I meant nothing bad." The mocking tone alone reinforces that she meant this to be as insulting as possible. "I'm just stating you're rougher around the edges."

Astarion's hold on your waist tightens as you move to step forward, hand reaching for the dagger discreetly hidden against your thigh. There is no possible way this woman values Astarion in any way more than as a body to conquer. That thought alone has you practically baring your teeth.

"What the fuck does that mean!"

Astarion steps in before you can do anything extreme, "Eleanor, it was lovely seeing you again. We'll have to come and visit sometime for a drink, but I'm afraid my love and I must make our leave."

"Oh yes, of course!" Elenor says, her voice a bit too filled with fake cheer. Her smile is strained, and her eyes stare daggers into your skull. "I hope I can see you at the tavern sometime soon."

"Yes, we'll come down for a visit sometime soon. " Astarion calls over his shoulder, practically dragging you down the cobblestone. You think about ripping your arm out of his hold and turning back, but you let him pull you along with only a death glare sent toward Eleanor.

As soon as the two of you are in a secluded place, Astarion drops your hand and turns on you. "Darling, what was that?"

Picking at your nails, you shrug your shoulders. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Astarion takes your hand and, with a finger, tilts your chin to force you to meet his eyes. He has a shit-eating grin, and his fangs are even more prominent in his smile. "You were jealous."

Swatting his hands away, you step back. "I was not!" You lie and storm down the alleyway. You didn't get far before Astarion caught your wrist and spun you into his chest.

"You were jealous." He repeats. "But you really shouldn't be."

"She was all over you."

"It was a hug, my dear, from probably the closest normal friendship I had before the tadpole."

"Friendship? She was practically begging you to fuck her." You huff, fiddling with the lapels of Astarion's shirt.

Astarion chuckles deeply and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Gods, you're cute when you're jealous."

"Don't make fun of me, Astarion."

Ignoring you, he continues. "For argument's sake, if she was begging me to fuck her, as you so eloquently put it, who cares? I certainly don't, not when I have this beautiful, strong, incredibly understanding partner who knows all the darkest parts of me and still stands by my side?"

"Well, I am pretty noble for putting up with you when you're hungry." You smile, looping your arms around his neck, all jealousy draining from you like water from a colander.

"How could another soul handle me in that horrid state." Astarion runs his nose against yours. "I love you and don't plan on stopping soon."

You beam and kiss him breathlessly before mumbling, "I love you too," against his lips. "I think we should head back to our room."

Astarion chuckles under his breath, running his hands down the curve of your spine. "Oh, what for my sweet?"

"Well," Crawling your fingers up his chest, you press your lips to his ear and whisper. "If you'll let me, I want to mark every inch of your neck." "Mark me as yours, darling?" Astarion hums.

"Mhmm, we could go further, but" you continue. "Tonight, I want you to show me this tavern Eleanor owns. I think we deserve a date night."

"You are jealous."

"If I agree, will you take me out?" You lean in for a kiss.

Astarion presses forward, brushing his lips against yours. "As long as I have a necklace of your pretty love bites."

"Then yes, my love, I am very much jealous."

I've been struggling with inspiration lately. Moving was super stressful and I had to leave a hostile work environment very quickly so life's been a bit messy. But I've got my kitty cat and don't have to deal with a shitty boss so hopefully things will go up from here.

I'm kinda iffy on how I feel on this one but that might just be my current mindset. I hope you all enjoy it regardless, and stay tune because I plan on have something spicier posted soonish...possibly Astarion discovering his breeding kink 🫣❤️

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misseviehyde · 2 months

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TRIPLE THREAT

Eleanor was rich, mean, spoiled and entitled. She was a pretty blonde girl with rich parents and massive social status. As head cheerleader she policed the popular girls.

Lia was slutty, curvy, sexual and nasty. She was a dirty chav slut with massive tits, fake nails, blowjob lips and a mean attitude. She ran the chav gang that dealt with the bad girls.

Together they were the two nastiest girls in school and everyone was scared of them. However they hated each other with a passion and spent most of their time fighting. That wasn't entirely by accident of course.

For years - nerdy Rosa had cleverly played the two of them off against each other. She'd engineered it so they came to hate each other and now spent most of their time fighting.

Until tonight.

A hasty email sent to the wrong person had accidentally exposed her manipulation. Now the two bitches were chasing her home, determined to kick her ass.

Rosa had detoured through the old waste ground hoping to deter her assailants. It had once been the dumping ground for a huge chemical plant and the whole area was sealed off - but after 15 years the chain link fence had plenty of holes in it and she had slipped through.

So unfortunately had Eleanor and Lia.

Both girls were fitter than her and gaining fast. Rosa scrambled up a small mound and seeing a rusted barrel at the top grabbed it and used it to steer her momentum. It toppled over as she passed and the rusted metal split.

Thick black goop surged out and Rosa heard Lia and Eleanor shouting in alarm.

"Ughhhh like what IS this stuff?" squealed Eleanor. "My Chanel is like RUINED! You are soooo dead."

"You fucking bitch, you ruined my Nike trainers," screamed Lia.

Turning around Rosa saw her two bullies had been engulfed in a puddle of black slime. They tried to step forward and both screamed as they fell over into the puddle.

Black ooze surged over their bodies and coated their skin... their hair. They grunted and groaned, dragging themsleves out of the puddle still dripping in slime.

"What the hell is this stuff," gurgled Lia soporfically, "I feel fucking weird."

She turned and grabbed Eleanors arm to help haul her out of the puddle and grunted in surprise. Her skin flowed like wax and seemed to melt and merge into Eleanors arm. Both girls moaned and gasped in surprise.

"Ughhh what's happening... I'm melting into you," groaned Lia. "I need... I need to merge with you."

The two seemed magnetically drawn together. Eleanor grabbed Lia and pulled her in close and the other girl eagerly slid her arms around her. They began to kiss, their bodies flowing and melting into each other.

"Ohhhh fuck yes, that feels gooood" groaned Eleanor as with wet sucking sounds the two of them combined.

Spinning Eleanor around Lia thrust her hips and grunted as she slid forward. Now they were joined at the hip - Lia's large ass and Eleanor's tight pussy perfectly merged in their lower torso.

They fell into the black goop rolling around in the slime, moaning and gasping in pleasure as their bodies melted into each other.

"Yessss I fucking love it... I need more," groaned Lia scooping up the goo and ripping off her clothes.

Naked the two bitches rubbed and scissored, melting in and out of each other... their forms becoming as one. Wet pops and cracking sounds, grunts and moans filled the air. Pussies gushed with juices and sexual screams of pleasure rose high.

"Yessssss... get inside me you bitch," grunted Lia as Eleanor moaned in her arms.

"Mmmmmh we're becoming one. I can feel your big tits on my chest, your slutty claws on my fingers. I LOVE THIS," orgasmed Eleanor.

Lia giggled and lifted a merged arm. Sharp nails glinted on the end. "Mmmmh I always wanted to be a rich spoiled blonde. We can be so evil together. The two biggest bullies in school, stronger... smarter... sluttier."

"Yesssss let's join together and rule forever," laughed Eleanor.

With a wet sucking sound, arms and legs slid together and faces met. With a slurp the merge completed and a new Goddess was born. She rose from the black goo and it seemed to solidify on her body taking the form of a stylish figure hugging black dresa.

The new bitch was an obscene blend of Eleanor and Lia. She was beautiful rich and stylish like Eleanor, but possessed the curves and hungry slutty look of Lia. She laughed sluttily as she grabbed her big tits and squeezed.

"You fucking loser - you have created a Goddess. We are no longer Eleanor and Lia. I AM ELLIE."

Striding forward - black high heels forming out of the goop Ellie towered over Rosa and grabbing her hair forced her down to her knees.

"In fact I am Goddess Ellie. I am all the nastiest most evil parts of my former selves. I also have double the strength, stamina and sexual urges of a normal woman. I have become super human."

A hand closed round Rosa's throat and she gurgled as Ellie lifted her effortlessly from the ground as if she weighed nothing. The other girl was clearly inhumanely strong and Rosa noted she was nearly six foot in height... an amazon Goddess.

"That's right bitch - enjoy looking at me. Don't you wish you could look like this? Well don't worry... you can!"

With a laugh Ellie hurled Rosa into the puddle of black slime and the nerd screamed as ahe began to sink into the ooze.

Turning on her heels Ellie grinned and began to walk into the slime. "With you as part of us, we will be even more powerful. You manipulated us both for years - you're smart, intelligent and cunning. Soon we will be too. Don't worry loser - this is going to feel soooooo good."

Rosa screamed as her bully pushed her down into the slime... and everything went dark.

********

Ellie-Rose adjusted her booted heel so that her male slave could better lick the shiny latex.

She watched him lapping away whilst idly examining her phone and watching the push notifications indicating another $1000 dollars had just been transfered to her account by one of her other subs.

That was $10,000 this week and it was only Tuesday.

Kicking her slaves face away with a bored bitchy look she instructed him to open the door of her Bentley. She had just arrived at her Bulls house.

Walking down the drive to her black lovers mansion, her pussy already tingling at the thought of the pounding it was about to receive from his thick black cock - she idly scrolled through other messages on her phone.

Ellie-Rose's cruel lips twisted into a smile as she saw the message from her science team.

"Goddess - the goop has been synthesized and is available for mass production."

Sliding down her panties and throwing them into a bush for her slave to retrieve and sniff later, she walked into her bulls home wet and ready to fuck whilst her hands slid her phone back into her handbag.

Her final action before she let go was to push the send button on her response.

Proceed...

THE END

#evie hyde #merging #black goop #slime #bitchification #f2f #bullies

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 12 days

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Request: How about some jealousy headcannons for Velvet , Eleanor, and Magilou?

(Tales of Berseria) Velvet, Eleanor, Magilou Jealousy HC's

Honestly, I was waiting until I had access to the skit sprites, and now that I have, it's time to UNLEASH the Berseria asks that's been laying dormant for nearly a year.

Velvet's jealousy is quiet, and very terrifying.

Thinking about it logically, she really shouldn't be that angry about S/O simply talking to other people than her.

She was a Daemon after all. And yet, S/O chose to stay with her despite that.

And right now, they were doing anything but that.

It takes a long while for the jealousy to build up, but it's nearly ready to blow up.

S/O notices her glaring at them, and the person they're talking to.

After a few moments, Velvet realizes she's staring and quickly looks away, acting like nothing is happening.

S/O walks after her, with Velvet continuing to walk despite her name being called.

(S/O) "Velvet?"

(Velvet) "What?"

(S/O) "Are you alright?"

She stops walking and glares at them again.

(Velvet) "Fine. Why?"

(S/O) "You...just looked a little angry is all-"

Her eyes narrow as her fists clench.

(Velvet) "A little?"

(S/O) "O-Okay, really angry! I'm sorry I haven't had much time for you lately, I've just been trying to get supplies and-"

(Velvet) "I said it's fine. Better for us to be stocked up anyway than wasting time."

She tries to play it off, but S/O knows her better than anyone at this point.

(S/O) "Well, I could use your help carrying some of it back to our rooms. And...I'd like to have some time alone with you, actually. There's this pretty spot near the inn we can sit down at!"

Velvet simply sighs and her shoulders relax a little.

Choosing to not mention the blush on her cheeks, S/O gently grabs her hand and squeezes it for reassurance.

Velvet says nothing else and lets them hold it for a few more seconds before slowly letting go.

(Velvet) "Come on, show me where we're putting the supplies."

Eleanor feels guilty for even thinking about being jealous.

The two of them were busy, especially on a journey like this, romance was almost impossible. She knew this, and yet...

Eleanor pouts when she sees S/O speaking to the other members of the group and goes off to be alone for a moment.

Maybe some fresh air would clear her head.

The sun was about to set, watching it glisten along the coastline they were on.

(Eleanor) "Maybe during the voyage, we could...-"

(S/O) "Eleanor?"

Eleanor nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears S/O voice come from behind.

(S/O) "Are you okay? You look upset."

(Eleanor) "A-Ah...Don't worry I-..."

Eleanor thought S/O was too busy to notice her lately, yet the fact they noticed her leaving in a crowded inn made her guilt grow.

She cuts herself off before simply sighing and clearing her throat.

(Eleanor) "I'd like to get dinner with you, if you don't mind."

(S/O) "Oh, sure. I can grab the others and-"

S/O immediately noticed Eleanor's body posture change, both her hands going behind her back.

S/O gently smiles at her before nodding.

(S/O) "There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish. Where do you want to go? My treat, tonight."

Eleanor smiled back and nodded.

(Eleanor) "I recall seeing an interesting food stand in town. Perhaps they're still open?"

Magilou doesn't really get that jealous.

She knows when people are lying or being serious.

She also is very much aware of herself, and how she truly feels.

Not to mention the incredible circumstances she and S/O found themselves in, going to assassinate a world leader.

With that being said, it would be remiss of her to not embarrass her S/O at every opportunity.

That was a sign of true love!

S/O is simply talking to Eizen regarding the Van Eltia.

And that was the time to strike.

(Magilou) "S/OOOOOOOOOOO!"

Magilou called out for S/O's name as she extended her hands and nearly tackling them to the floor.

Barely fending Magilou off of them, S/O stared at Magilou who began flailing at them.

Eizen gives Magilou an extremely unamused look while S/O tries to shut her up, with everyone looking at their direction.

The crew, port workers, the rest of the group, everyone's attention was on them.

(S/O) "W-What are you doing, Magilou?!"

(Magilou) "You barely spend time with me at all lately! As your beloved, I demand that you give me attention too!"

(S/O) "We were literally just talking ten minutes ago!"

(Magilou) "It's not enough!"

(Eizen) "Are you done? S/O has to get the supplies on the ship before sunset."

(Magilou) "This is a matter of the heart, Eizen! You wouldn't understand, for you do not possess a maiden of your own!"

(S/O) "I'll talk with you once I'm done, Magi! Just give me a few-"

(Magilou) "UGH! You wound me, S/O!"

(Velvet) "I'm about to give you a wound if you keep this noise up."

(Magilou) "Believe me, you'll understand my feelings once you have someone to call your own!"

#tales of berseria x reader #tales of berseria imagines #tales of berseria headcanons #velvet crowe x reader #eleanor hume x reader #magilou mayvin x reader #velvet crowe #eleanor hume #magilou mayvin

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deconstructthesoup · 1 month

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Fantasy High Good Place AU

I am very happy that y'all voted for this, because it's been living in my brain rent-free for the past couple weeks.

So, right off the bat---this is partially self-indulgence, and partially a little exploration of what the Bad Kids would be like as adults if they hadn't found each other... and, well, if they were living in a more mundane world. And, of course, I had to combine and add a couple roles, just to make everyone fit.

Fig: She's in the Eleanor role as the main POV character, and as the first person who decides to learn how to be better. In life, she was a twenty-seven-year-old musician living in Phoenix, Arizona who was still trying to find her big break, and got by via drug-dealing after a string of shitty service jobs. Fig hasn't spoken to her mom in years, even after both Gilear and Gordie (aka Gorthalax) have both died, and she put up a front of selfishness and constant lies due to not trusting anyone and being afraid of being vulnerable. But when she dies and supposedly gets mistaken for a pro-bono death-row lawyer, she realizes that she's gotta ask for help...

Ayda: She's in the Chidi role---a high-strung ethics professor who devoted her life to figuring out the deep secrets of the universe, often at the cost of her own mental health. She's not as indecisive as Chidi, but she's very much of the mindset that ethical standards should always be upholded, and she initially sees nothing wrong with the points system. As Ayda becomes closer to Fig, she starts to pick up on how the system doesn't count for extenuating circumstances, and how much of an actual minefield ethics is... and she starts to reflect on her own life, where she never knew how to connect with others and stayed in her comfort zone of academia. Throughout bonding with the others, she slowly learns how to let her walls down and challenge the system.

Fabian: He's in a Tahani role, as the upper-class socialite who pretty much bought his way into "heaven" and definitely has a bunch of narcissistic tendencies. Unlike Tahani, however, he's very much aware of his own failings, and he constantly stresses about how fragile his standing and happiness is---though, he's become incredibly good at hiding it. Fabian's pretty much been living in the shadow of his late father's legacy for his whole life, and he spent most of that life trying to be just as good, if not better, than him... so, when he supposedly gets into the "Good Place," it's essentially proof that he did everything right. Of course, that still doesn't keep him from feeling like there's something amiss, especially since there's some issues with his assigned soulmate...

Riz: In life, Riz was a P.I. who mostly did petty work for rich people and got used to doing things that were vaguely shady in order to get by. By the time he died, he had a very low opinion of people in general, and had a "dog eat dog" mindset... which was immediately blown out of the water the second he realized that he'd been mistaken for a brilliant secret agent, and he was going to spend his afterlife with a self-centered rich boy as romantic soulmates. Riz being Riz, he immediately started to figure a way out of this situation, eventually finding out Fig---and one other person---and agreeing to take Ayda's ethics lessons if it meant he could earn his spot in the Good Place... though, of course, he's still subconsciously picking up on the little hints that something is off.

Kristen: She's in the "Jason" role... sorta. When she was alive, she was a former member of a conservative Christian cult who left when she was nineteen, spent the next five years trying to find another truth to pursue, and spent the last three years of her life partying her problems away and living high on nihilism. So it was quite a shock for her when, after dying, she supposedly got sent to the Good Place... and only because they thought that she's a humanitarian pastor, and straight to boot. Kristen initially doesn't want to waste time with ethics lessons, but as more and more things start to go wrong, she reluctantly agrees---and ends up reconnecting with that curious, searching part of herself that she thought she'd left behind, over and over again.

Gorgug: When he was alive, he was a physicist who made a lot of impressive discoveries---many of which had the potential to really help people---but due to the fact that he had a lot of issues with standing up for himself and believed himself to not be as smart as he actually was, he tended to let himself get taken advantage of and have other people take credit for his work. Getting into the Good Place kind of confirmed Gorgug's belief that keeping your head down and being humble would pay off eventually... until his assigned soulmate immediately told him that she was a) gay, and b) here by mistake. The two of them do become pretty good friends, and Gorgug even sits in on some of Ayda's ethics lessons, learning a bit about himself as he does.

Adaine: She's Janet---or, rather, an "Oracle," one of many informational assistants made by the Good Place (the Bad Place has Informants, while Accountants have Librarians). Every Oracle is given a name upon being activated in order to distinguish her from others, and, well, hers is Adaine. She starts off as your typical cheery, happy-to-help living Siri, but as time goes on and she gets rebooted over and over again, she starts to form genuine connections with the humans, and with connections come actual feelings... including the rise of mild anxiety. Adaine's grateful for that, though, as she sees becoming more human as an incredible experience.

Aelwyn: Honestly... there was no other character who was bitchy, multifaceted, and weirdly loving enough to be Micheal. At first, underneath her quirky and "cool older sister" angel persona, she's every bit the callous, vindictive, and cruel demon who only lives to torment human souls and prove her worth to her boss. But reboot after reboot, she fails, the humans become closer and figure her out... and she's eventually forced to cave. Aelwyn never fully loses her bitchiness and slightly amoral nature, but she does develop a heart and self-awareness as she becomes friends with the humans---and as she forms a sisterly connection with Adaine. Even a demon can learn to grow.

I have more thoughts, but I've spent a lot of time figuring out how to make this coherent, so... yeah!

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #the good place #fig faeth #ayda aguefort #fabian seacaster #riz gukgak #kristen applebees #gorgug thistlespring #adaine abernant #aelwyn abernant #figayda

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skepticalarrie · 11 months

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hi! last year i'm not really updating on the fandom and i can't seem to find this on your blog. what's with the louis and harry and italy? they seem to be spotted there a lot and i think harry also have a house there or smth? is there something special about italy? sorry if you already explained it before.

Hi, dear. Yeah, it seems like they love Italy and don't like to waste any opportunities to be there together. I think this may have started in May 2019 when Harry went to Rome for Gucci and on the same day Louis showed up with Eleanor in Portofino for a pap walk and literally no other reason to be there.

It was so out of nowhere and such a big coincidence that even tabloids picked up and made crazy rumours about a 1D reunion. Pretty sure there is also a receipt from this time.

Harry went to Italy a lot of times, even during the pandemic, he they definitely has a house there. In June 2021 , when Harry finished shooting My Policeman in Venice (IIRC their last scenes were there) he stayed a few more weeks, precisely when Louis was MIA, which lead people to believe Louis also joined him and they spent a little time there together. Louis, of course, showed up with a beautiful tan and an Italian hat a few days later:

In September 2022, Harry went to Venice for the premiere of DWD the very same week Louis was there doing promo for the release of FITF. They were both incredibly busy at the time, so desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess. All the blue and green is just a plus. The following week they were both also in NYC (twice in the same week, yes), they had shows on the same night. So they obviously planned things around this and went from Italy to NYC together. The timeline is great

And lastly, Harry will be done with LOT 2023 in July, in Italy. Louis will bring AFHF to Italy just a few weeks after that and he's not back on tour within a couple more weeks. Since they're both on tour they're probably going to spend a while away from each other and already planned their little annual Italian vacation. So I will not be surprised if one of them is completely MIA during this time while the other is in Italy.

#ask #that's it i guess? idk if i'm missing something #italy larry #larry in italy #always around #coincidences #timeline #sept2022 #june2021 #may2019

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 9 months

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Alfred and odd Duck just vibing

"I hate everything about this."

"Oh dear."

Alfred listened to the protracted groan and the thud of a forehead none too gently hitting the table and chuckled to himself. "Please don't dent the table."

"My head isn't that hard."

"That's a relief," he said, surveying the pieces of your editing. He assumed there WAS an organization in place. But hell if he could see what it was. Papers scattered all over the table and post-it notes were stuck like confetti covered in your indecipherable scrawl.

"Why do I do the things that I do? Why am I like this. Why do I always leave the edits until summer?"

"Presumably because you're too busy the rest of the year," he said mildly, frowning at the rain that lashed the windows. Ordinarily, this would be a good time to tell Dick to take you for a walk.

But not now. Now it was too late. The boys were on patrol. And it was decidedly too damp

Another groan and a more gentle thud were the only answer and he shook his head, "I think that's quite enough. Eleanor will still be here after you have some tea."

"Alfred I have to-"

"And if I let you waste away I'll have an irritated bat and an Alien charging in here and demanding I explain why you're a withered husk surrounded by papers."

You huff a sigh and sit up slowly, blinking at your watch and at the clock on the wall. "How long have I been up here?"

"Several hours," he answered.

You nod and stand up slowly, "Have to pee first."

"Very sensible. I'll meet you in the drawing room with tea. And something for dinner."

"You don't have to-"

"I do have to," he snorted. "I was left very specific instructions. And pictures of what you'd most likely eat."

"I'm not- wait. I'll argue with you after I pee. Priorities."

The butler nodded and watched you go, rushing out of the room quickly. Of all the eccentric characters Bruce had dragged home, you might be the most fun.

For all your quirks you were delightfully low maintenance. It was also appallingly simple to get you to eat. And keep you entertained. If worse came to worse, he'd simply turn you lose in the library and let you reorganize it.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #odd duck!reader

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captainsatspeed · 7 months

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my thoughts about eleanor’s “redemption”

she was just a bitch! not evil! just a bitch to her sister and realised she shouldve been kinder during the time she had with her.

she was not a malicious person with bad intentions. just selfish and nasty when she didnt think about the potential consequences, and when it was too late, she realised she’d been a bad person and wasted her time. not redeemed, not evil. just a bitch

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #bbc ghosts s5 spoilers

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fishfingersandscarves · 1 year

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unsent - 1989

[Excerpt from an unsent letter found on Robert “Hob” Gadling’s shelf in the Library of the Dreaming]

Dear Stranger,

Funny.

You know, you’d think with all my years of writing letters and sending letters and burning letters I’d be better at writing them. Maybe I’m just too talkative for my own good. All these words get jumbled up in my head and stop just before they leak out of my pen; it’s easier to talk it out. Stream of consciousness and whatnot. I shall endeavor to do my best, but I’m no James Joyce.

Anyway, letters. I didn’t exchange letters with Eleanor, though I learnt them some twenty-odd years before we met. Ironic, nowadays, for a printer to be illiterate, but you know how it was in those days. I’m sure you’re well-read, you seem the type to love stories. Grand ones, probably. Myths and folksongs, and those crappy paperbacks that Summer lends me.

(We met in Lucerne. Cloud topped mountains, clear waters. Lots of cows and cats everywhere you look. There’s this lion relief that’s there, looks straight from those C.S. Lewis books. Anyway, we saw the lion, walked the bridge and ended up having a drink. She was on break and was working on her thesis on Gender Communication in Germany during the 1400’s and I was drinking my way through the rest of Europe. So it goes. She’s a good friend.)

Eleanor had wide handwriting. Probably wasted more coin on journals for her than I could afford, but it was worth it to watch her smile and worth it more to glimpse her doodling in the margins. I started copying her O’s, I think. A reminder.

Elspeth and I exchanged letters like currency. A last-ditch effort to resist the novel of the telephone on her part. She loved old things. (ha) But was so excited when we sat for a daguerreotype the very first time. As always, she was late to the trend, but I remember the moment afterwards, when everything had cured and the photographer had tilted the copper plate to catch the light and I could see us standing there, clear as a reflection in glass, all miniature and solemn. I kept it until I couldn’t anymore. Lost it on a sailing ship out from Bombay in 1912, I think. I remember it though. She had spidery print, like she was always pressed for time. She filled both sides and more every time she wrote me. Tried to learn shorthand to save time but she would get it all mixed in with her cursive instead. I swear it was like I was deciphering code at times! Her long spiking Y’s still follow my hand. It gets messy and I tend to smudge, as you no doubt can tell.

I don’t know if you know any of this already. You know everyone so… I suppose you probably know this all too.

Well.

Enough stalling I suppose.

I waited for you. Into the wee hours, until Martin, the bartender, clicked on the lights and told me to go home. Smoked a whole pack and then some out back afterwards, loitering by my car like some bloody dolt. I kept thinking, “Maybe this’ll be him.” Stupid, I know. I feel like a sucker. Some great idiot. Like this is all one cosmic joke. I know you’re not human, I’m no fool. You’re long-lived like me, that is certain. You were interested once. In my experience. In me. I wonder how long you can hold a grudge. Two hundred years? Three? I’ll wait for you. Of course I will. I shouldn’t have said what I did back then. I should’ve thought it through. But, here I am, talkative, stream of consciousness. All fancy words for someone who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up. When not to push.

I should’ve just said it outright. That I’m lonely too. It gets hard and then it gets better. But it’s easier when we’re not alone. People need people. And who knows? Maybe you’re not people. But you’re my friend Maybe I’m not either, not anymore. And us not-people need to stick together. I would weather the loneliness with you if you’d have me.

I wish I could see you. I wish it wasn’t like this. Me, waiting and wanting. I want to see you. I want to know you. I want more of you, in every way.

I’ll be here, in 2089.

I promise.

[Torn and crumbled, here, the letter ends]

now on AO3

#my writing #the sandman #dreamling #the sandman netflix #dream/hob #smth smth memory of people can be shared through habits retained #i havent written epistolary fic in a hot second #also elspeth is from the comics! fun fact

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desire-mona · 1 month

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dps boys (and keating's) favourite songs (aka me projecting because i love music) (also modern au because you cannot limit me to music before 1960 you just cant)

i made a playlist of all these songs in case you wanna give em a listen, you can find it here. if you totally disagree with me or wanna add more then absolutely let me know!

neil: talia - ride the cyclone (the musical)

yes i KNOW it's obvious to choose a song from a musical BUT. ride the cyclone is special, i think he'd really like the lack of an ensemble and enjoy the dark premise despite the comedic nature of a vast majority of the show. also i totally think his favourite performance would be by gus halper bc of the use of the projector. mischa or noel is definitely a dream role of his.

todd: vincent - james blake ('s cover, og by don mclean)

don mcleans lyricism is like catnip to poets and it has gone unacknowledged for far too long. a lyrically gorgeous, vaguely queer sounding song about a tortured artist, covered by someone with an ANGELIC voice. can you name anything more todd? not to mention the piano is so far beyond moving, nothing short of a masterpiece.

charlie: dear prudence - siouxsie and the banshees (again - a cover, og by the beatles)

firm believer that charlie was an avid beatles hater for a WHILE until eleanor rigby grew on him, much to his dismay. is now a casual beatles enjoyer, only due to the fact that their vocals annoy him. so a cover by siouxsie sioux (whom he most definitely has a crush on) is basically a blessing in disguise. loves the instrumentals, loves the vocals, loves all of it. insists that its better than the original and will ultimately die (correct) on that hill.

meeks: love on the line (call now) - her's

as much as i love and adore meeks, i have been loyal to my headcanon that he is an annoying music snob since day one. of course, this culminates in his favourite song being by THE indie pop/rock band that pretentious people love to bring up the death of. he is no exception, any time the band is mentioned he will without fail go "did you know that they died in a car crash?" either way, id be lying if i said this was a bad pick. the upbeat vibe mixed with the actual meaning of the song being about a guy wasting all his money on a sex hotline? it makes the whole song so fun, and thats right up his alley! super danceable too, which plays a huge part.

pitts: bad fruit - jean dawson

will mona ever shut up about jean dawson? signs point to no. anywho, if you've followed along with my pittsie musings then you KNOW that i consider pitts to be the most well versed music guy to ever step on welton academy campus. realistically, im sure his favourite song changes on a day to day basis, but he always comes back to this. jean dawson makes art that ive seen few do similarly, everything he brings to the table i find so incredibly unique and well crafted. definitely pitts' biggest music crush.

cameron: '39 - queen

absolutely, 100%, without a doubt, an extremely guilty pleasure. i take his parents as the type to ban queen in their household (for reasons that im sure youre able to pick up on) but i ALSO take cameron as a sucker for classic rock, match made in hell. of course, since brian may does the vocals on this song instead of freddie, he can listen on the dl and be fine. also, the concept of time travel in music is SO!!! INTERESTING!! would absolutely go on a 10 minute long tangent about the story and meaning of the song, which only mittsie would actually listen to.

knox: lavender buds - MF DOOM

fine, FINE. i'll give knox a proper headcanon, but i wont be happy about it. i think i would listen to MF DOOM a lot more if i was a former bully, but thats not actually based off anything so dont take that as an insult, avid listeners. honestly i dont really have an in depth explanation for this one, just look at the lyrics and youll understand.

(this repeats 3 times)

i also take him to be a big r&b/ blues enjoyer, also based off nothing at all, so the sample probably appeals to some sense of nostalgia.

keating: clair de lune - claude debussy

yes, even modern keating's fav song would be classical, you can rip that from my cold, dead hands. this song was based off the poem by the same title by paul verlaine, which i'll include because it is just so damn beautiful.

Your soul is a select landscape

Where charming masqueraders and bergamaskers go

Playing the lute and dancing and almost

Sad beneath their fantastic disguises.

All sing in a minor key

Of victorious love and the opportune life,

They do not seem to believe in their happiness

And their song mingles with the moonlight,

With the still moonlight, sad and beautiful,

That sets the birds dreaming in the trees

And the fountains sobbing in ecstasy,

The tall slender fountains among marble statues.

Paul Verlaine, 1869 (originally written in french, so this is a rough english translation)

now the song itself does SUCH a good job at capturing the beauty and moving parts of this poem, and it fits perfectly with a plethora of different emotions. i know without a shadow of a doubt that its his kryptonite. is that me projecting because i love this song and i love keating? absolutely, but i still think its true either way.

#desire mona #media #please please please listen to the playlist all these songs are wonderful i promise #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #knox overstreet #john keating #mona talks music #banger

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natrogersfics · 2 months

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Secret Love Song - Chapter 1: Immediate Attention

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

The sun is already sitting low on the horizon, painting her office in interpolating hues of orange and violet, by the time Natasha dials in for her final meeting of the day. The blueprint for Red Guardian’s upcoming project in Chicago is projected on the screen before her, but as Carol Danvers, their Head of Development, walks her though it, she finds herself only half listening as the exhaustion of the week begins to settle in.

Her week had begun with a five-alarm fire that came in the form of an emergency board meeting. The success of the Red Room in Las Vegas and the recent revamping of their Monaco property had sent their stock price soaring for the first time in years, and it’s a trend she knew the board was highly keen to see continue. She had walked into that conference room completely prepared to fight whatever unrealistic target number they were about to throw her way, only to discover that their task for her would be much more difficult than she'd imagined. The moment Eleanor had strewn a copy of the morning’s front page of the New York Star on the conference table, chronicling in bold font every sordid detail of her brother’s latest alcohol-fueled night out, it became clear to her that her entire week had gone to hell.

Why the board thought she had any control over John’s actions, she hadn’t a clue. If anything, she knows that whatever pleas she had made to him to exercise discretion would not only fall on deaf ears, but also just incentivize him to make his next outing more scandalous than the last. But while her brother’s belligerence sat atop of her list of problems this week, it certainly wasn’t the only item – such is the case when the entire future of the company laid squarely on her shoulders.

“The building permits are expected to be issued by the Fall,” Carol says. “From there, so long as the materials…”

As Carol continues to delve into the project’s next steps, the sound of her door creaking open causes her to shift her eyes away from the screen to see Steve stepping inside her office. Instantly, a zing of excitement rushes through her, and if not for the years of experience she has with sitting through mundane meetings, she might have just leapt out of her seat. It’s the first time she’s seen him since contract negotiations began with another client of his, and she reckons that his absence is another reason why her days have only seemed to drag on. But as he stands by the threshold of the room now, looking ever delectable in dark jeans and that leather jacket of his, she notes the uncanny way the tension that’s been billowing between her shoulder blades has seemingly evaporated.

“Carol,” she says, prompting her colleague to pause. “Do you mind if we pick this back up tomorrow? Something just came up that requires my immediate attention.”

“Of course,” Carol says. “I’ll have a copy of the blueprint along with some notes in your inbox shortly.”

She nods into the camera. “Thanks, Carol.”

The second Carol ends the call, she looks toward Steve to find him smirking. “Immediate attention, huh?”

“Practically mission critical,” she says as she stands from her seat. With lengthened strides, she closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. The familiar scent of his cologne surrounds her then, and she hurriedly rises on the tips of her toes so her lips can finally meet his.

Much to her delight, Steve does not waste time, matching her urgency and deepening their kiss. He bends down, and when he lifts her to him as though she weighs nothing, walking them towards the couch, she can’t help but let out a gasp. She’s lost count of the number of times he’s used his considerable strength to pull her close or hold her down so he could wring out every bit of pleasure from her, but even so, she doesn’t think the little thrill that rushes through her veins every time he does will ever cease.

“Hi,” he says when they finally settle down against the cushions, her knees on either side of his as she straddles his lap.

“Hi,” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper as her lips curl up to mirror the lopsided smile on his. His eyes are so brightly blue and oceanic as he stares up at her that she can’t help but momentarily lose herself in them, every predicament on her plate this week seemingly fading into the background.

It’s when she brings a hand up to cup his face, her thumb running across the stubble on his jawline that he lets out a sigh. “I missed you,” he says, and she bites her lip at his admission, feeling not unlike some schoolgirl with a crush with the way his words elicit butterflies in her stomach. “I hate being away from you.”

“Luckily, there’s a solution for that,” she says even as the flutters in her belly intensify. He arches a brow up at her in question, and she gestures for him to come closer. “You could stop leaving me.”

He throws his head back as he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m sure my other client can definitely fend for himself.”

“So long as he keeps his snarky comments to himself,” she says, and they both share a laugh. “And for what it’s worth, I hated that you were away from me, too.”

“Yeah?”

She hums in confirmation. “I was terribly bored.”

“Bored, huh,” he says, his lips twitching in amusement when she nods. “Well, we can’t have that.” His hands find her waist, and he pulls her closer until their noses are practically touching. “Surely, you’ll let me make it up to you.”

She cards her fingers through his hair. “I could be convinced.”

That’s all the invitation he needs to capture her lips in his again, and the mere taste of him – minty fresh and so uniquely him – causes her to sigh. The kiss is nothing short of consuming, and as the pent-up longing for him that she’s been trying to keep at bay all week suddenly roars back to life, she allows her eyes to fall shut, savoring each warm press of his mouth against her skin as his lips trail down her jaw and then lower still.

His fingers begin working on the buttons of her blouse, only to pause once he makes it halfway through. He pulls away, and she nearly whines at the loss of contact.

“What’s wrong?” she manages to breath out, her eyes shooting open. He doesn’t respond, and when she follows his gaze, she finds him staring at the stack of necklaces that was concealed underneath her button-up. “Oh,” she says, her teeth bothering her lower lip once more. “You forgot it on the nightstand.”

He reaches for the rectangle of his dog tag that’s hanging low against her sternum. “You’ve been wearing this?”

“I haven’t taken it off since you left,” she confesses, finding it difficult to read the expression that paints his face. “I liked having a piece of you while you were away.” It sounded absurd, but something about having this token of his helped her power through the week, giving her that little boost of bravado to deal with the onslaught of problems even when her will was running low. “I know it’s personal…” She shakes her head as she reaches behind her. “I should’ve asked-”

His hand catches hers before it can reach the chain, and when she meets his eyes, she finds that they’ve darkened around the edges. “No, you shouldn’t have,” he says. “Keep it.”

She couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her lips if she tried. “Really?”

His response is to pull her in for another dizzying kiss. “It looks better on you,” he says, and this time, the desire that’s burning hotly in his eyes is impossible to miss. “It belongs on you.”

Read the rest of the So It Goes... 'verse here

#Romanogers #Secret Love Song #So It Goes #Bodyguard AU #Steve Rogers #Natasha Romanoff

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storiesbyjes2g · 5 months

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3.49 What in the world

I texted Chi Chi and asked about dinner. Luckily, it was at proper dinnertime, not in the middle of the afternoon like we used to do it. That left plenty of time for a good rest and getting my head straight. I fell asleep immediately and woke up still troubled. Dating multiple women was harder than I imagined it would be. How did other dudes keep it straight? I wasn't cut out for it. Truthfully, I preferred meaningful relationships, despite still delaying one. Regardless of how I felt about everything, I had an engagement to keep, so I took one last deep breath and went downstairs to see if Dad was ready.

As we walked down the street, I saw him glancing at me out of the corner of my eye.

"What is it, Dad?"

"Ummm...I know I said I would never pry, but... Is she the one..."

"Chi Chi? No. We haven't even gone out yet."

I could tell he was relieved, though I wasn't sure why. Did he like Eleanor? Wouldn't it be crazy if both of us ended up with Chi Chi and Eleanor and lived together in their house? Ugh. I didn't get the opportunity to be grossed out by my parents' love life and I certainly didn't want to start now.

The younger ladies met us at the door with smiles and holiday cheer.

"Hey guys," Chi Chi shouted. "Happy Harvestfest! Come in, come in! Make yourselves at home!"

Karmine wasted no time stealing my attention.

"Luca! My birthday is in a few days are you gonna get me a present???"

Again, I was a deer in headlights. I barely understood what she said because she spoke so fast. And I didn't realize she was that old. Thankfully, Chi Chi saved me.

"No, he is not!" She turned her attention back to me. "Please don't get her anything. She'll have to sleep in the yard if we cram yet another thing in that room! Oh! Mr. Ali, have you met my daughter? This is Karmine! Karmy, say hi to Luca's daddy, Mr. Ali."

Instead of greeting Dad, she burst into laughter.

"Allie?? That's a girl's name!"

Chi Chi gasped.

"Karmine!! That is not nice!"

She tickled herself pretty good and was doubled over in laughter. It almost made me laugh too.

"It's alright," Dad said. "It's nothing I've never heard before."

"Well, I'm sorry," Chi Chi said. "Let's eat, shall we? I can't wait to see what you made, Luca!"

"It's just tofurkey with veggies inside."

"Oh! Well, I've definitely never had that before."

Karmine dashed through all of us, yelling, "I WANNA SIT NEXT TO LUCA!"

Seeing as I had no choice, I sat next to her. Dad sat next to me at the head of the table, and Chi Chi sat across from me. Eleanor came from wherever she was and sat at the opposite end of the table next to Karmine. What a lucky girl to still have her grandmother. I wished mine would have lived long enough for me to get to know her. My other grandparents were like fictional characters in stories I occasionally heard.

"Sorry I wasn't there to greet you," Eleanor said. "Thank you for cooking, Luca. This is a real treat!"

"I was glad to. I want to get better at cooking."

"You all can talk if you want to," Chi Chi said, "but I'm gonna dig in!"

It was funny how different families were at the holidays. Some were more formal and sang songs before eating while others went around the table saying what each one was grateful for. Others took great care to appease those pesky gnomes. Chi Chi and her crew were super casual and did none of the above. I didn't mind it, but it begged the question: What was the point of Harvestfest without observing its traditions?

My tofurkey came out good, if I may say so. Even if I doubted, all the moaning from across the table confirmed it. And then there was the cat. He jumped on the table as soon as I placed down the platter. Dad's eyes flicked toward me larger than I'd ever seen, and I echoed his sentiment. Good thing we had already served ourselves by the time he started walking all over the food. I saw the unease on Dad's face as he attempted to keep smiling while silently yelling out for help. Chi Chi and Eleanor said nothing and went on eating as if this was a regular occurrence. How were they okay with that thing shedding its hairs all over our food?? And to top it off, Chi Chi kept kissing it in the mouth! I was no stranger to fur baby kisses, but I never let Tofu kiss me in the mouth. Not even Mama, who loved dogs more than sims, kissed them on the mouth. The mouth! Really, Chi Chi?!

Apart from the cat fiasco, dinner went pretty well. I even caught Dad and Eleanor sneaking glances at each other a few times. Karmine held me hostage, and my brain hurt, trying to keep up with everything that came out of her mouth.

After dinner, Karmine got bored with me, I guess, and followed Eleanor and Dad into the living room. I wanted to give them space to talk, but wasn't sure where to go. Sitting alone in the dining room was lame, and I didn't see where Chi Chi went. I felt weird about snooping around their house to find her, so I just stood in the doorway, acting like part of the conversation but also trying to stay unattached. She found me, eventually, and pulled me into the hallway.

"You good?" she asked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Thanks again for inviting us."

She nodded toward the bedroom we stood in front of.

"Let's talk."

I stifled a laugh as I wondered how many women's bedrooms I'd enter that day. The room was a good size and had a distinct sleeping area like mine and another space she used as a gym. I always thought I knew the least about Yasmine, but looking around Chi Chi's room, what did I really know about her? I mean, true, she told us her whole life story on the first day we met, but that didn't tell me anything about who she was currently. She was a professional athlete, but I didn't even know what sport she played.

"So like," she began, as she sat next to me on the bed, "what's your deal?"

"My...deal?"

"Yeah! Like, you're cute, you have a nice body, and you seem like a really nice guy... Why are you single?"

It had been a while since I'd been able to mess with someone, so I threw on a cheeky grin.

"How do you know I'm single?"

"I never see you with anyone, and you accept all my invitations!"

So much for being playful.

"Okay...you got me. I am single... It's complicated, but...well, the short answer is it's because I choose to be."

Seriously, Luca? You sound like some temple monk or something!

"Well, what I mean is I'm dating, but not looking for anything serious yet," I added.

She nodded.

"That doesn't sound so complicated."

If I told her the long version, maybe she wouldn't think so.

"What about you?" I asked. "What's your deal?"

"I'm kinda the same, I guess. I'm in my fun era right now. Ha ha! My husband was my first love and I'll always miss him, but we met and got married really young and Karmine came soon after. I loved our little family, of course, and I regret nothing, but I never really got a chance to live and discover myself, you know? So...yeah! For now, I just want to meet and mingle with as many sims as I can so when I'm ready to settle down again I don't have any shoulda coulda wouldas. I want more kids, so a serious relationship is definitely in my future. Just not yet."

It amazed me how many words could come out of her and Karmine in mere seconds. They never breathed!

"Now that we got that out of the way, you still owe me a date," she said, waggling her eyebrows.

I laughed.

"I do owe you a date."

I wasn't sure if I could ever get the image of her making out with the cat out of my head, but hopefully we'd still have fun...without kissing.

🤣

In Chi Chi and Eleanor's defense...

Let me tell you about this cat lol. (mini EA rant incoming!) This cat REALLY had to poop. Like, he had to go so bad, he risked everything and walked all over our dinner constantly! Luca would shoo him but he would not budge! He meowed and meowed and meowed...the poor thing was probably in pain he had to poop so much. So I finally investigated the house to see why this cat wouldn't leave us alone. The house has no litter box!! Why would EA create a household with a pet and place them in a house with no facilities? Like...really?? I'm so tired of them doing stuff like this.

Kitty kisses are brought to you in part by overlapping animations lol.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #ali murillo #xochitl luna #karmine luna #eleanor sullivan

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So. I have commitment issues (read; cannot finish things) so here's some songs I see as Bad Kids (and who specifically).

If you want elaboration on how I see these playing out as animatics, let me know which one!

Captain's Call by Derivikat/Cg5

Change My Clothes by Dream/Alec Benjamin (we do not support Dream in this household but the song works really well)

Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold

-Fabian

Freaks by Jordan Clarke

4am by Derivikat

Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears in Trees

-Riz

Tell Your Story by Derivikat

The Good Part by AJR

Overwhelmed by Ryan Mack

-Adaine

Killing Butterflies by Lewis Blissett

The Dumb Song by AJR

Injustice by Cg5

-Gorgug

Waste by Oh Wonder

Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles

Sweater Weather by Jessie Paege

-Kristen

Wow, I'm not Crazy by AJR

Rule The World!!! By Dayglow

Hot Girl Bummer by blackbear

-Fig

Duo songs

House Of Memories by panic at the Disco- Adaine and Alewyn

Karma by AJR- Adaine and Kristin

Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA-either Fig and Penelope or Fog and Kristin

Bad Kids altogether songs

Doomsday by Derivikat

Trying Too Hard by Thomas Sanders

Say my Name(bit weird but the ~vibes~)

Revenge Party (Ragh-centric)

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng (Ayda-centric)

Dear Maria, Count me in by All Time Low (Zelda-centric)

Vibrant Eyes by Cg5 (Alewyn-centric)

If there are any other characters you want me to find songs for, put them in the replies!

Take care of yourself!

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no6secretsanta · 4 months

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Art and Playlist for

@twitchystitchwitch

From: @miszoblin

Happy Holidays!

I draw you a Inukashi listening to music on a walk with dog bc your request about playlist accually made me want to try making one! So here you go.

It was my first time making playlist for character and I am so happy that this character was Inukashi!! Hope you like it and find it matching to Inukashi as I did. I made it mostly from the willing to survive that Inukashi had.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/12doCCnySxG3wRNtOjVaXi?si=07da178707b1434a

playlist name on Spotify: Inukashi playlist while walking with dogs

Forever - Labrinth

I’ll live forever, I’ll live forever.

Revolution - The Score

All my wolves, begin to howlWake me up, the time is nowOh, can you hear the drumming?Oh, there’s a revolution coming

We Come Running - Youngblood Hawke

Under a pale blue skyYou never felt so coldAnother sleepless night

Never go where we belongEchoes in the dead of dawnSoon they’re gonna knowThe sound, the sound, the soundWhen we come running

Burning Pile - Mother Mother

All my troubles on a burning pileAll lit up and I start to smileIf I catch fire then I’ll change my aimThrow my troubles at the world again

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

Tomorrow is another dayAnd you won’t have to hide awayYou’ll be a man, boy!But for now it’s time to run, it’s time to run!

When Will I See You Again - Shakka (dedication to Nezumi)

But you know, you know I’ll see you againYou know, you know I’ll see you again

I Will Survive - J2

I know I’ll stay alive I’ve got all my life to live I’ve got all my love to give and I I will survive

They/Them/Theirs - Worries

What if I don’t want something that applies to me?What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything, anything?

Wolves of the Revolution - The Arcadian Wild

Born young and wildDon’t let them cut your tailJust a pinch of salt in the wound, you’ll be fineOne last lifeline, I’m hanging high

Who Are You, Really? - Mikky Ekko

Who, who are you really?And where are you going?I have nothing left to prove‘Cause I have nothing left to loseSee me bare my teeth for youWho, who are you?

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

Trick or treat, what would it be?I walk alone, I’m everythingMy ears can hear and my mouth can speakMy spirit talks, I know my soul believes

Eleanor Rigby - Cody Fry(dedication to all this clients of dogs hotel)

All the lonely peopleWhere do they all come from?All the lonely peopleWhere do they all belong?

My Goodbye - Jorge Rivera-Herrans

this song is anime! Inukashi and Nezumi talking.

This way, you won’t disappoint meThis way, you won’t waste my timeThis way, I’ll close the doorConsider this as my goodbye

At least I know what I’m fighting forWhy’s your life spent all alone?You’re alone

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