#I have so many pictures 🙇‍♀️

[yaoyaobae]

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for following me, its my first time sharing about my twst ocs so I’ll give it a shot ✊

Warning: Hallucinations 🙇‍♀️

Alison Wondre

School: Royal Sword Academy

Favourite food: Cookies

Pastime: Reading children’s books, Daydreaming

Family: Mother, Father, Older sister

Role: Head of Alice/Wonderland dorm

Alison is a second year student at RSA and dorm head. Unlike Riddle who upholds rules, Alison is the polar opposite of him in every way.

Alison adopts a carefree and playful attitude, he enjoys teasing uptight people until they blow (like Riddle).

He tends to mention strange things like how he saw some singing flowers the other day or his craving to take a bite out of a bread-and-butter-fly. From the way he dresses to his wild, childish imagination its no surprise that many students believe he’s gone mad. But it is agreeably fitting for someone who is head of the Alice/Wonderland dorm.

Backstory:

Alison has an older sister whom he adores greatly and spends most of his time with. When he was a young boy, he didn’t listen to his sister’s heeding to not stray off from the path and ended up falling into a deep hole in a forest. He slowly started hallucinating monsters and cried himself to sleep, wishing he had listened to his sister. Thankfully, the authorities found him a few days later and he was sent to a hospital.

However, it was clear that Alison became an entirely different person after the incident. He began telling his sister stories about funny creatures he had met during his “adventure” which was rather worrying to her. While Alison was in the hospital for a few months,he picked up several children’s picture books which he still brings around with him in school till this day. As he grew older his imagination became wilder as he forgets the fine line between reality and his “wonderland”. He takes afternoon naps to “meet his friends”. Its a given rule to never wake him up.

Of course despite his eccentric character, Alison is still a caring and reliable leader when he needs to be(just that he conveys it in his own ways). He will not hesitate to listen to a fellow dorm mate’s worries and give vague advice, hoping they can figure out the riddle. He encourages them to “stay curiouser and curiouser” as life becomes a little more colourful that way when you experience new things. When it comes to thinking out of the box, no one can beat Alison to it.

Relationships

Riddle

Alison finds joy in teasing serious individuals, namely Riddle, until they throw a tantrum. He doesn’t mind getting the magic collar so as long as he can poke fun at the red haired queen. In serious situation, Alison would cooperate with Riddle and provide creative solutions.

If both of them share a similarity, it would be the fear of being held back and stuck in a dark place alone. Like Riddle who grew up having to follow his mother’s rules and forbidden to see his friends, Alison can somewhat share the same pain as he is still afraid of not waking up and/or seeing his sister again because of his ignorance in the past.

Chenya

Alison is generally carefree around others, but when it comes to this cunning cheshire cat he will not waste a single second to curse him. Many students find it strange how two eccentrics from the same dorm can never get along. Alison finds Chenya a nuisance who disrupts his afternoon naps, often pestering him. In addition, Chenya always gives Alison close-to-useless advice even when the latter didn’t ask for any. Guess its like a taste of his own medicine 😂

While the two do not get along, they are always seen together in school bickering nonsense. Sometimes Chenya would purposely wake Alison up from his nap to share about the strawberry tart he stole from his two childhood friends, the sleepy blonde would just doze off back to dreamland while nodding his head.

End

Well, I think that is all I can share about Alison! I hope you will like him too, thank you to those who have loved him since the beginning!! Talking about my children is fun ☺️

Until next time!

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst oc #Alison Wondre #yaoyao_twstoc

[dstxrgirl]

heyy, could you do a social media au where the reader and charles have been soft launching their relationship for a long time so by the time they post a photo of them together making it official, no one is surprised?

SURPRISED, BUT NOT SURPRISED | CL16

social media au. charles leclerc x fem!reader

fluff. no warnings.

author’s note: thank you so much for the request, anon! really really love this suggestion :)) i hope you enjoy reading it!

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y/n.l/n life recently ❤️‍🔥

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vroomvroom16 what is charles doing here??

leclercloverrrr what if 🤭

yourbestiesuser ahhhh you and me in miami soon?

y/n.l/n definitely! looking forward to it 💋💋

carlossainz55 Can’t wait to see you around in the paddock again!

ferrarigirl4ever CARLOS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??!!!!

user1655 what is going on?!&@^*\$=+_€

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charles_leclerc Always doing better when you're around ❤️ Very motivated for the next race. We'll keep pushing like always.

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leclercccc mystery girl reveal when? 😭

vroomvroom16 THE CAPTION OMG 🥹

leclercloverr y/n, what are you doing here?

playerhater why yalls assuming they're dating or something?? y/n could literally just be a fan of charles. yalls delusional asf

y/nismother y/n if you really are the girl in the picture, please, let's talk about this. the kids miss you.

user1655 imagine if the girl wasn't y/n though. what would the real girl be feeling rn 😭💔💀

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y/n.l/n one year with you has been a blast, my sharl lecler! am very grateful for all the laughs, the hugs, the kisses, and most of all, i’m so very grateful for you. you always know how to brighten up my day and make me happy. you always know the right words to say to make me feel oh so loved. looking forward to more years with you and me together. happy anniversary, mon amour! i love you so much @charles_leclerc 💗

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charles_leclerc Je t’aime, mon cheri ❤️ Happy anniversary!

y/n.l/n i love youuuu

charles_leclerc i love you moreeee

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y/n.l/n thank you, carlos 💕

yourbestiesusername the cutest! happy anniversary love birds!! 💖

y/n.l/n thank you babes <33

arthur_leclerc happy anniversary you two!! looking forward to more dumb and dumber moments from the both of you!

y/n.l/n thank you, arthur! 💖 yes yes, more dumb and dumber to come!

leclerccc OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG ITS OFFICIAL!!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY ❤️

l/n.leclerc THEYVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR A YEAR 🥹

vroomvroom16 WE WERE RIGHT!!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY 💗💗💗

y/nismother happy anniversary mom and dad! ADOPT ME PLEASE 🙇‍♀️

playerhater y/n was in fact, not just a fan. i take it back yall ✌️

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charles_leclerc An appreciation post for the sweetest, kindest, smartest, and most beautiful woman that I love so much. I really am the luckiest man on the world for having the opportunity to be with someone as amazing as you. Happy one year to us, mon amour. Je t’aime @y/n.l/n ❤️

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y/n.l/n i love you so much, charlessss 🥹 happy 1st birthday to our relationship 💗 many more to come!

charles_leclerc Definitely lots more to come! I love you, ma belle ❤️

#💗; peyton’s writings #formula 1 #f1 #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #cl16 #cl16 x reader #social media au #oneshot #imagine

[live-laugh-lenney]

Hellur, how are uu!!! This is my first time in tumblr. And there are only a few of george clarke or arthurtv fics. Very thankful for one of the people who creates them🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

May i request a reaction for Arthur or George where all of their fans love their gf, especially she's just a normal beautiful gal 😍😍😍 what if their girl has dimplessss

hi lovely. welcome to tumblr, welcome to my blog, welcome to a safe place to come vent and chat all things arthurtv and chaos crew as well as youtube! lots of love! thank you for popping by - don't be a stranger, at all. i have so many thoughts for this :')))

G E O R G E

everyone loves her.

he takes his time to introduce her publicly because she's isn't a girl who is known - she's not a youtuber, she's not a tiktoker, she's not an influencer so he wants to slowly wean her into the chaos of his life and shield her from twitter's hate and the tiktok comments that will be written about her.

because, of course, there will always be some people who dislike her - its part and parcel of being with him and she knows that.

those that love her, she loves back. she always keeps an eye on her social media, always checks in with them, replies to their tweets and she does little q and a's on her instagram story about herself... with the occasional question about her and george or anything to do with their relationship (without going into much detail - she leaves that for his podcast).

and he definitely has her on for an episode, alongside andrew, like a couple's podcast episode where they just spill the beans on what it's like to date max and george. from the horse's mouth comments from someone who is dating someone so loved and well-known in their industry line of work.

"i'm pretty sure everyone loves yn more than they love me."

"what can i say? you're not the only one with a pretty face., georgey boy."

"it's the dimples, i'm telling you."

and she will always tease him because she knows how loved she is in amongst his followers. always having pictures taken at events they see her at, taking cute and funny selfies, hugging those who want to give her a hug and george just loves to see it happen.

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A R T H U R

his followers speculate before arthur actually announces that they're in a relationship...

he's much more of a soft launcher with the two of them as opposed to completely introducing her - he never sees the point in posting her alongside her social tags because she's not someone known to many in the world.

he can't hide on social media; and that doesn't stop him from being a simp for her. people go digging once they see them together in public, people see that he likes her posts, they can see his comments and he doesn't see the problem because that's his girl and if he wants to show his love for her than he can. he just chooses not to launch her hard by giving her a dedicated post so people know who she is.

so when it's been long enough, and he sees that people love her and want to see more of her, he starts bringing her onto his channel.

that's how he properly and formerly introduces her.

"yn's here with me today."

"he needs the views, figured he may as well use me as clout."

"well- no, that's not- no-"

he gets so soft in the face, cheeks going red and he stutters and she loves that he still gets giddy over how she has such witty remarks back to him.

"i'm just messing, i'm here for my five minutes of fame."

"again, not what's happening."

and it's just sweet moments where people can truly see them for how they actually are together - so sickeningly in love with each other that it's almost too sweetly gross to witness.

and, my god, the edits that come out of it are something yn could sit and watch for days because it really captures just how they are as a couple. and she's no stranger to sharing them on her socials, saving them to her camera roll, showing them to arthur when they're sitting and aimlessly scrolling their accounts, commenting how she loves them and that it's so special to have their sweet and loving moments documented in such a way.

out in public, he's so soft with her and always stands close to her on their museum dates and they're always holding hands down the busy streets of london and he always holds her close to him on the tubes whenever they need to get public transports and he's always weary of her going over to meet those who had seen the two of them in the street... people take photos, they take videos, they share them all over the internet - they can't stop them from doing that. he knows she's just being kind but he always tells her that she can never been too careful. but she loves them just as much as he is thankful for them; and of course, he sits back and watches as they start showing off how much they adore her. xx

#arthurtv #arthurtv headcannons #arthurtv imagines #arthurtv fics #george clarkey #george clarkey imagines #george clarkey headcannons #george clarkey fics #chaos crew

[sarahsartistportfolio]

More self indulgence Genshin impact. I'm going start backing up my Genshin writing on AO3 because I'm really enjoying this lol and want to make more. Please be kind to me, I'm not a "fanfic writer" I'm just sharing this because I find it fun.

Brief synopsis of what this is: Mine/your first meeting with the Fontaine siblings. I just straight up include my name here so if you're also a Sarah you'll get extra enjoyment from this. Lyney suffering from love at first sight lol. A really cute paragraph of Freminet. In my little sagau fantasy this takes place after the game has ended, so just assume Lumine and Aether are reunited and everything major is resolved. OH! And female reader and no smut here, just Lyney being infatuated with you.❤

Sorry I feel like I'm talking too much, I'm new to this🙇‍♀️

love Love LOVE the idea of sagau Lyney...being being like a little nervous/awkward around you God the same could go for Heizou

But love the idea of cool, suave, a bit aloof Lyney stumbling over his words and cheeks dusting pink as soon as he sees you the new goddess of Tayvet. Just love the picture of Lyney getting all shy and nervous around you cause he's so taken aback by your beauty and kindness.

Ok so like picture this. You've been the goddess of Teyvat for like weeks now. You've already visited most of your favorites from Mondstadt, Liyue, Sumeru. So you're like "Furina I wanna visit Fontaine next" and she's super excited, starts planing out your entire schedule for your days there. And you say "I wanna see one of Lyney's famous magic shows :)" and she's like "Of course of course right after we see the trial of a double homicide we'll do that."

But like you would think its a bit rude to just show up to his show without introducing yourself first. So you send Lyney and his siblings a letter telling them in week you'll be in Fontaine seeing one of their shows and that you're going arrive early so you can introduce yourself before the show starts.

(I just love the mental image of the three siblings huddled around each other as Lyney reads off the letter whose sender is the goddess herself.)

So um next scene right. Lyney is fidgeting with putting his gloves on, his right hand a little shaky and his eyes obviously lost in thought. "Nervous?" his sister's voice startles him from his deep thoughts. "I haven't seen you this nervous before a show in many years. Its because she's going be in the audience isn't it?" Lynette bluntly points out. Lyney swiftly tries to regain his usual demur as he smoothly pulls the glove on his hand. "Of course not, I'm more concerned about Lady Furina. You know what happened the last time she was at one of our shows." And after Lynette drops the topic Lyney is low key wondering if he should double check his props, least he make a fool of himself in front of you.

As the minutes tic by you arrive early as promised. You insist Furina doesn't follow you backstage to greet the siblings with you, she dramatically sighs and tells you not to take too long.

And as your eyes meet the three siblings(as you insisted Freminet be there too) they immediately take a low bow before you. Your eyes bright and smile beaming at seeing them together for the first time.

"Its an honor to have you in attendance this evening ma dame" Lyney gracefully speaks first.

"There's no need to be so formal with me. Please call me Sarah." The smile on your face never leaving for a second as your eyes quickly bounce between Lyney and Lynette before saying "Wow you two really do look alike."

You don't forget about Freminet. Turning to him and patting his head gently. Causing poor little shy Freminet to lose his voice. "Ah I have a small gift for you Freminet." you tell him as you pull out a small gift box for the boy. "Open it." And as his shaky hands do its revealed to be a small doll automata. "You like it?" you smile back at him. But Freminet's heart is racing too quickly for him to process what is happening. He glances down at the doll then back at you and repeats this movement again and again. He can not comprehend how he was just handed a personalized gift from the goddess herself, let alone she just touched his head. His cheeks a bright red, he nods, keeping his gaze to the floor. "I'm glad." you say sweetly as you pat his head once more. Freminet continues to gaze at the doll as if he was just gifted a holy relic.

You greet Lynette with a short hug, arms around her shoulders. She doesn't dare push you away and the faintest pink blush on her cheeks is quite endearing to see. "We have to get together for tea sometime." You tell her. "There's still so many tea flavors in Teyvat I haven't tried yet. Promise me you'll brew me your favorite." And with a shy nod she agrees.

As Lyney sees you embrace his sister he assumes(no hopes) you'll do the same with him. And he's not disappointed when you turn to him and wrap him in a brief hug. His hand hovers close to your waist but decides against touching out of respect. When you pull away, but faces still close he gets a clear image of your eyes and oh wow he can see stars in them. Swirling colors of blues and violets mixing together he finds himself staring a little too long. You giggle. "Photos can't do you justice Lyney you're even more handsome in person." Lyney's eyes sparkle at your unexpected compliment, his heart skipping a beat. "Oh on the contrary mon cheri, I could have never have guessed such a stunning beauty was behind your letter." Lyney smoothly retorts, making you bashfully giggle again. And he wonders how many more times he can pull that reaction from you. Your conversation remains short but full of excitement. Lyney's eyes remain shamelessly transfixed on you.

You give the three one last sweet smile and a little wave goodbye before you turn to return to Furina, who is giving you the saddest puppy eyes saying "That took way too long."

Lynette, with her eyes in a rare soft daze looks at her hands before muttering "...She's nice." Lyney's gaze follows you as you descend the main stage back to an disappointed Furina. His heart racing from just this short interaction with you. If he had any doubts about the divine they were certainty gone by your kind presence. He becomes determined to learn more about you. A slight pink dusts his pale skin and his eyes remain locked on you as he speaks "When Sarah and Furina come backstage after the show we should invite them out to a meal with us."

Lynette's focus is now back on her brother. "What? Why would they do that?"

A mischievous glint shines in Lyney's eyes before he opens up his left palm to reveal a pearl earring.

Ah Lynette shouldn't expect any less of small trickery from her brother. She sighs "That was a bit unnecessary don't you think." And Lyney just laughs proud of himself.

At the end of the show when you and Furina are about to leave the opera house, of course you notice your beloved earring is missing. Furina dramatically gasps "Do you want me to order the staff to turn this whole place upside down for you your Grace?" "No no." You reassure her. "Let's just retrace our steps."

And you're very grateful when Lyney hands the earring back to you claiming to have spotted it on the ground after you walked away. His attention completely on you as soon as you came into view. "Thank you again Lyney, I'll try to see you again later this-"

"Would you like to join us for dinner tonight Sarah?" Lyney confidently asks without missing a beat. "To show our gratitude for attending our show."

Your gaze shifts to Lynette who shows no disagreement to her brother's proposal.

You agree and the four of you(as Furina refuses to leave your side until your head hits the pillow tonight) have a lavish five course meal at one of the most expensive cafes in the city. You try to spread your attention over the three of them equally, even encouraging Lynette to chime in as to not leave her out of the conversation. And as Furina dominates the conversation again you cant help but feel a set of eyes on you. In fact you've been feeling them on you all night. Its Lyney who not so sneakily can't help but be transfixed on you even when you're not the one speaking. Eyes soft and almost coy smile half hidden by him leaning on his hand.

As you mention you plan on spending time with Neuvillette, Lyney is secretly plotting on how to steal you away.

Hmm wonder what happens next...

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[valiantstarlights]

[Urban Fantasy Spy AU] Try to Hide Your Hand

Agent Hob Gadling and Tech Officer Dream Endless go on a mission together to extract Agent Ethel Cripps from Fawney Rig.

This is a @dreamlingforukraine fic commission for @seiya-starsniper. ✨️ Thank you for your generosity and your patience 🙇‍♀️ Sorry I went kinda crazy with this. But I had a lot of fun worldbuilding, so 😂

The title is from the song, "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell, which is the theme song for the James Bond (Craig) film, Casino Royale.

CW: Dark themes because the Burgesses and their goons are the scum of the earth. There will be murder and noncon pet play, but the noncon is only on Burgess and Co.'s part. Dream and Hob are communicating with each other all the time and everything is consensual between the two of them. I promise there's gonna be fluffy fluff in the end. 🙏

Hob sits with his legs spread open, Dream kneeling between them, his dark head of hair resting against the junction of Hob's pelvis and thigh, and he hates it.

To be clear, he doesn't hate Dream. Not right now, anyway.

No, it's the situation they're in that he hates in particular right now.

Agent Ethel Cripps, The Agency's undercover spy assigned to monitor and report on the Burgesses, reached out to Head Office less than a month ago and said she wanted out. She has requested that she be extracted ASAP.

'I'm pregnant,' she said in her encrypted voice mail. She sounded so near to tears that it moved Hob's heart when he first heard her message. 'I want to get out of here.'

According to her file, Agent Cripps has demon blood. It's weak enough that she doesn't have the same strengths and weaknesses as her ancestors, but she still retained the classic half-demon appearance. Her file included a photo of her: a young blonde woman with delicate curving white horns complementing her short bob. She had been smiling in her picture.

Hob hasn't gone on to a mission with her yet since she's only been with The Agency for less than a century, but he heard that she was good at her job, feeding The Agency rare but important information about the Burgesses' human and creature trafficking schedules, resulting in many successful rescue operations.

Thus, her case was deemed urgent and important enough for The Agency to send in two of their best to extract her: a field agent to be the face and the muscle, and a tech officer to make sure the three of them get in and out safely without setting off any alarms, potentially leave listening bugs behind or retrieve important documents, and arrange for transportation, accommodations, and other essential minutiae.

Unfortunately, the two people assigned to take on the mission are Hob Gadling and Dream Endless, and everyone who has been in The Agency for more than a couple of years know that the two of them do not exactly get along.

More unfortunately, they have to pose as a human master and their half-other pet, because it's the standard within the Burgess family. Roderick has his own pet, and so does his remaining son. And so does everyone who is anyone within their ranks.

All half-other pets have either been trafficked from somewhere or were born in captivity. They're effectively modern day slaves.

Hob (a full human with an immortality mutation) has been working for The Agency for around 600 years now. But he remembers the day that certain bombshell was dropped on him and Dream.

Dream (a half-eldritch being along with his siblings, and who has been working for The Agency for longer than Hob has been alive) had sat so still on his side of the table that he could have been mistaken for a statue.

Hob had immediately protested. Slavery of all kinds repulses him, and though he dislikes Dream's guts, he would not have him act as someone lesser than him. Having had to go undercover as a slaver in the 1700s had been his worst mission, and he would rather not repeat the experience.

Death, Dream's older sister and their direct superior, listened to his tirade patiently, before telling him that other avenues have been considered; of course they have. But going undercover as a human master and his half-other pet is the one avenue that guarantees the highest chance of success.

All they had to do is show up at one of the Burgesses' casinos, have Hob win enough rounds with Dream as his 'companion,' commit enough violence where cameras are located, and they would soon be invited to Fawney Rig. Once there, Hob will be invited to play against the captains and the lieutenants. He'll have to win until they get into the same game as Agent Cripps and her human master.

Agent Cripps had not disclosed just who her human master is, which leads The Agency to believe that it might be either Roderick or Randall Burgess. Hob is going to have to win a bazillion games.

"If it's the games you are worried about," Dream said, speaking to him for the first time since they entered the room, "you need not worry. I can count cards, and have quite the skill for card games. We will, of course, have to devise a reliable method of nonverbal signals between the two of us so we can communicate with each other without saying a word; but it shouldn't be too difficult."

"Yeah," Hob spat at him. "Because that's the thing I'm most worried about."

Dream had frowned at him and said, quite stupidly, in Hob's opinion, "What else are you worried about, then?"

Hob had scoffed in disbelief, stood up, excused himself, and headed straight to The Agency's training salles to let out some steam. He imagined he was punching Roderick and Randall Burgess's faces, all the while cursing the day Dream was dropped on his head as a baby because that is the only reasonable explanation why he can be so fucking stupid.

He must have been at it for an hour when he realized that Dream was in the same room as him. He wondered how long the man had been standing there.

"What do you want?" he snapped. He didn't mean to. He's just so, so mad. At Lord Time and Lady Night. Who must have dropped Dream as a child for a minimum of fifty times. "You here to tell me the mission is important? Because yeah, I know."

"I'm here to remind you of your duty to The Agency," Dream told him. "I was under the impression that you didn't need any reminding, and yet, here we are."

Hob snorted and wiped the sweat out of his eyes. "Yeah, right." Like Dream would stoop so low as to take time out of his day to find where Hob is just to insult him. "What's the real reason you're here?"

Dream fidgeted minutely. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed, but Hob did. "I have agreed to go on this mission," he said, "and I would like for you to be my partner."

For a moment, it was so silent in the salles that a pin drop would have sounded like a gunshot.

"You fucking what?" Hob demanded. "Why the fuck would you agree? And why in god's name do you want me to be your partner?"

'You hate my guts,' he didn't say. 'You'd rather go down ten flights of stairs than share an elevator ride with me.'

Dream let out a laborious sigh, like Hob is being the stupid one here. "The mission will require my partner to be indifferent and occasionally cruel to me. I had thought that it would be an easy task for you."

Hob was actually getting a headache from this. "You thought it would be easy-- Dream. You know that kind of play has to be consensual, right? And maybe that's not how Burgess and his goons do it, but it's how it's done, normally. Please tell me you know that."

Dream pursed his lips, no doubt offended by Hob's perceived slight to his intelligence. Whatever. Hob was already so fucking tired. "Would you rather another tech officer accompany you on this mission, then?"

Hob immediately thought of Eleanor, but just as quickly dismissed it. He and Eleanor dated a while back in the 1500s, but she was married now, and going on this mission would be weird for them both. But he's not going to tell Dream all of that, so instead he asked a question of his own. "What about you? Wouldn't you rather go on this mission with another field agent you actually get along with?"

Specifically, Hob was thinking of Corinthian (who is a vampire? Hob isn't sure), who oozes sex appeal every second of his life, and was Dream's favorite field agent for always returning tech in repairable conditions, even if he has to lose an occasional eye for it.

Or heck, maybe even Shaxberd, that stuck-up, mousy-looking simp (who is definitely a were-sewer rat). Hob didn't think he'd do a good job playing as Dream's human master believably, though.

"No," Dream said to his shoes. "You are...adequately competent in what you do, and data shows that the two of us working on this mission together would result in a higher chance of success. It is why my sister called for us in the first place."

Hob mouthed 'adequately competent' to himself and incredulously shook his head. "That might be the nicest thing you ever said to me in 600 years, and I still feel insulted."

"Good," Dream quipped. "You should be grateful I didn't give you any more praise than that, else your head become too big to fit through The Agency's doors."

Christ. Hob could already see how many headache pills he's going to have to take if he goes on this mission with Dream.

Not that he has already decided to go.

"Fine," Hob said, and turned his back on Dream to face the training dummy again. Time to wallop Dream's parents for child abuse once more. "I'll think about it."

"Think quickly," Dream said, and also turned to leave. "That is, if you can manage to do so without hurting yourself."

Just to spite him, Hob immediately called Death and agreed to be Dream's partner as soon as Dream left the salles.

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And now, a couple of weeks later, in the dungeon below Fawney Rig, Dream is on his knees between Hob's legs, wearing only a black diaphanous robe and bejewelled chains, both functional and decorative, breathing on Hob's (still) clothed dick (thank god), while Hob plays with Roderick and Randall Burgess, along with five of their most trusted advisors. Two have already lost, and they have gone up to their rooms to lick their wounds and perhaps take their anger out on their pets.

Everyone had laughed when Randall shared that thought, and Hob did too, even if he felt sick to his stomach while doing so.

Hob takes a deep breath as subtly as he can. Roderick Burgess is sitting on his immediate right, and he supposes it means that he's sitting in a place of honor, regardless of how dubious that honor is. Next to Roderick is his son Randall, next to Randall is an empty seat where one of the advisors who lost had been sitting, and next to the empty chair is the machine that serves as the croupier.

Hob is surprised the croupier is not a sentient being, but he supposes that even advisors cannot be trusted not to cheat. The game, really, is how best to cheat without seeming to, and so far, Hob thinks he's winning.

Because Hob, personally? He's not that good at cards.

But Dream? Dream is a goddamn shark, and it is only thanks to him that Hob even got this far.

On the other side of the croupier sits an elegant old East Asian woman named Mrs. Chu, to her right is an empty chair where another advisor who lost had been sitting, next to that is a large bruiser of a man named Mr. Melendez, next to him is a walrus-looking guy named Mr. Wallace, and on his right is Hob, who had been going by Mr. Rupert Gadlen for the past couple of weeks.

And of course, all the pets are either on their knees on the floor, or on their master's lap. Dream had signalled to Hob that he'd rather be kneeling on the floor, and Hob signalled an 'okay' back, even as he made a lewd comment to get Dream to drop on his knees.

The group had laughed warmly at him, thinking that he really is one of them. Hob had immediately signalled his apology to Dream right after he sat down.

Also, it turns out, Agent Cripps is posing as the pet of Roderick Burgess himself. So that's fun. She's sitting on his lap with her back towards them, and Hob doesn't know how they're going to signal each other what the plan is, but Dream signalled him to leave it up to him, and so Hob did.

He trusts Dream.

They might dislike each other for a multitude of reasons going back 600 years, but he trusts him when it comes down to it. And he has trusted Dream to win all his games for the past couple of weeks, so he'll trust him this final night.

And then they'll finally be able to go back home and put this entire mess of a mission behind them.

Hob almost shot an entire room full of Fawney Rig security personnel the moment one of the guards clapped a power suppressing shackle around Dream's neck, and he's been gritting his teeth for what seems like two entire weeks straight, thinking about Dream shivering and cold and being treated poorly since this mission has started, so yeah. He's so fucking ready to complete this mission.

Preferably by shooting everyone in sight as a parting gift and burning Fawney Rig to the ground.

But he will not shoot until Dream signals him to.

And Dream has been feeding him information about the other people in the room via Morse Code to his leg during lulls in the game, so Hob knows who the biggest threats are, who is doing poorly financially and can't afford to be reckless and lose, and in what order he should shoot when Dream gives the signal.

Hob replies to Dream with a pat on the head for 'I understand,' a gentle tug on Dream's ear for 'Repeat,' and a firm squeeze on his shoulder for 'Continue?'

The 'continue' sign is mostly for the games. Hob would caress Dream's cheek and press Morse Code on his skin telling him the cards on his hand as well as the cards in the middle of the table, and Dream would squeeze his ankle once for 'yes,' and twice for 'no.'

And then there's an entire separate system on just how much money Hob should bet and how he should come off as: cocky or unsure, neutral or reckless.

Hob may be a little in love with Dream's brain as he had Hob learn all these signals before the mission. Just his brain though. Because Dream as a teacher has a lot of room for improvement. Like, an entire ballroom's worth of room.

Hob places the blame, once again, at Lord and Lady Endless's feet.

"Mr. Gadlen?"

Hob's gaze snaps to Mr. Wallace, the walrus-looking guy to his left, as the man waits for his response.

A quick glance around the table shows that no one has folded yet.

'Yes,' Dream signs. 'Raise.'

"Raise," Hob says obediently, and slides a couple more stacks of chips to the middle of the table after Dream taps out how much he should raise.

"You're pretty ballsy for a newcomer," Randall Burgess says, and pinches his pet's nipple, making them cry out in pain.

His pet is a twenty-something brown-skinned man wearing the same kind of robes as Dream, but in green. He looks miserable and drugged out of his mind, arms chained behind him, his balance on Randall's lap precarious.

Hob bares his teeth in a facsimile of a smile. "Well, you know what they say: no guts, no glory."

"Indeed," Roderick Burgess says to Hob's right. For now, he seems content in ignoring Agent Cripps on his lap, and Hob hates that he's thankful for even that small mercy. "I built this family's fearsome reputation with my own two hands from the ground up, and doing so got me covered in guts."

The remaining advisors chuckles at that, and so Hob does as well.

"That sure would explain your vigor, sir," Hob dares to say. He knows beforehand that Roderick favored boldness and praise from his underlings, and Hob has met a lot of people like him in his previous missions to know just how to play him. Because Roderick might be old for a human, but Hob is many times his elder.

Roderick stares him down for a moment before laughing. Right on cue, his advisors laugh along. "I think you would do well within my ranks, Mr. Gadlen," Roderick says. "Lord knows I need more bold and competent people around me."

Hob has heard the rumors about Roderick killing his other son a couple of years prior for being 'too weak.' He doesn't wonder if it's true. He knows it is.

"I'm flattered," Hob says. "Truly, I am. But I hope you still think well of me after I steal everyone's money tonight."

This time, there were no laugh cues, because everyone genuinely laughed at his audacity.

"Oh, yeah, I like him," Randall tells his father. "I think he'd do well managing the casino in Vegas or our chop shops in Leipzig. Whip the guys into shape and possibly bring in new customers."

Roderick hums and studies Hob over Agent Cripps's shoulder. "What say you, Mr. Gadlen? Joining the Burgess family is one of the best decisions you will ever make in your life, and we don't often ask people to join."

"Why invite me, then, if you don't mind me asking?" Hob asks. "I only wanted to win some cash a couple of weeks ago, and now here I am."

"Talent," Roderick says simply. "I've learned to recognize it over the years, and you have it in spades. And other than that, we can see that your morals align with ours, and that is a rarer thing nowadays. Tell me, have you ever killed a man?"

"Yeah," Hob says. He puts a hand on Dream's shoulder, just as Dream puts one hand around his ankle. Hob ready to ask, and Dream ready to give the signal, if need be. "Brief boxing stint in my twenties. A couple of thugs tried to rob me on my way home. Showed them what they were looking for."

Randall, to Hob's disgust, had dragged his pet to sit over his crotch area and was grinding against the man's ass. "How did you kill them?" he asks breathlessly.

Hob looks straight into Randall's eyes as he says his next words. "One of them got his head bashed against a wall. The other's head I cut off using the door of a closet that someone had thrown away."

Randall moans and continues dry humping his pet. Hob does not look away or make a face, but he makes a note to make the fucker's death slow and painful. Have him bleed for hours, maybe.

"Creative," Mrs. Chu says. Her dress made her look like a glittering red insect. "And have you ever went to jail?"

Hob smiles at her. "No, ma'am. And I never sent anyone to jail either. Why let them live for years when you can take their lives away yourself? I'm not one to deprive myself of the thrill of killing."

"Good," Roderick says approvingly. "Very good. I think you're exactly what we're looking for, Mr. Gadlen." Then, unexpectedly, "All in favor of him joining us?"

As it turns out, not everyone was on board. Mr. Melendez, the bruiser type, sitting on Mr. Wallace's left and partially covered by the man's bulk, and who has mostly been keeping silent this whole time, is very much against Hob joining the Burgess family right this second.

He threw his cards on the table, slammed his fist against the table's surface, and made the chips rattle and neatly stacked chip columns fall.

Roderick looks impassively at the man, visibly angered by his previously perfectly arranged chips now a disorganized mess in front of him. "Is there a problem, Federico?"

"A problem?" Federico Melendez repeats. "The problem, Mr. Burgess, is you letting a whelp join the family out of the blue when I had to wait for years to be given an invitation. And have I not proven myself to be better than him? Am I to be replaced?"

"I remember your initiation," Randall sneers at him. "The fact that you took too long to finish only means that you are, deep down, just another weak-willed piece of trash."

This is new information, evidenced by how Dream frantically taps, 'Initiation?' against Hob's thigh.

'IDK,' Hob taps quickly. Hopefully Dream knows what that means.

"Why you snivelling brat--"

"Enough," Roderick says, and looks to Hob. "Mr. Gadlen. Kill this man and you will be considered for our initiation."

As Mr. Melendez rages at Roderick's words this time, Hob squeezes Dream's shoulder. 'Continue?'

Dream hesitates, then squeezes Hob's ankle once. 'Yes.'

Hob smiles grimly, but gamely stands up. "Sure," he says. "I don't know what initiation you're all talking about, but I'm always down to fight someone to the death." To Mr. Melendez, whose first name Hob just learned a minute ago, he says, "Sorry, man, but you heard the boss."

--

Hob makes quick work of it, and was nauseated to see that, upon turning away from the bloody pulp that had been Mr. Melendez, he is greeted with the sight of everyone at the table in various states of undress, all of them in compromising positions with their pets.

Thankfully, Dream is left to sit and wait for him. If anyone had tried to touch him, Hob knows he'd start shooting every sick bastard in the room regardless of Dream's lack of command.

"Excellent job, Mr. Gadlen," Roderick says from his seat, which has been pushed back to allow Agent Cripps to service him. Hob's trigger finger twitches, but he does not look away. "And what artistry. We've never seen a man so beautifully murdered."

"Never," Mr. Wallace agrees. His pet, an androgynous smoke being, is facing Hob enough that he can see their dark misty tears falling down their face.

"Now he has to go through the initiation, Father," Randall begs. His own pet is bent over, head low on the ground but fists clenched.

"Please, Roderick," Mrs. Chu says. "He will make a good replacement for Federico." Hob cannot see her pet, which he had noticed earlier was some type of dragonoid being, but that's probably for the better.

Mr. Melendez's pet, meanwhile, is currently cowering in the corner of the room. They look to be an anemone-like creature, and had curled in on themselves every time Hob landed a hit on their now deceased owner, implying that Mr. Melendez had been physically hurting them when he was still alive.

Hob bites the insides of his cheek to keep from screaming.

Soon, he tells himself. Soon, I'll rid the world of their slavers.

"Everyone in agreement?" Roderick asks the room at large.

A chorus of 'aye's were heard, and Roderick inclines his head like a benevolent god. "Then we shall commence the initiation."

"What about the game?" Hob asks as he sits back on his chair. What? He's really looking forward to stealing everyone's money (with Dream's help), and using it to fund the therapy bills of every half-other currently in Fawney Rig.

"We can continue after," Roderick assures him. "Now. The initiation."

Hob waits. He could feel Dream put his hands back on him again, ready to signal him. He places his own hand on Dream's shoulder.

"It's nothing nefarious," Roderick says, which just makes Hob certain that it absolutely is. "You need only to fornicate with your pet in front of us, orgasm, and you will be considered as one of us."

Hob stops breathing.

He's pretty sure Dream has stopped breathing as well.

But everyone was looking at him, and not at Dream at the moment, and he has to focus. "What's the catch?" he asks, feeling his heart beating against his throat. He cannot. He will not take Dream against his will.

"No catch," Mrs. Chu tells him. "But we do want a show."

"It's been a while since we've seen a good show," Mr. Wallace agrees. "Not since Randall, I believe?"

Randall laughs. "Yeah. Alex was so pathetic I had to take his pet from him." He shakes his pet's shoulder roughly. "Isn't that right, Paul?"

His pet, Paul, starts crying, and on the ground below him where his tears fell, flowers start to bloom.

Jesus Christ. Hob really is looking forward to killing every single one of them.

"Well, Mr. Gadlen?" Roderick says. "Will you give us a show?"

Hob is sure they'll kill him if he says no. He doesn't need Dream squeezing his ankle once for 'yes' to know that. But still.

'Continue?' he asks Dream.

A harder single squeeze, and he can almost hear the accompanying thought that goes with it. 'Yes, you bloody idiot!'

"Yeah, alright," Hob says. He sure fucking hope Dream knows what he's doing. "Up you get, baby."

--

Unbeknownst to Hob, Dream had secretly been communicating with Agent Cripps throughout the night. Ethel's long forked tail had been tapping Morse Code against Dream's foot under the table the entire time, and most of the information she gave him he had relayed to Hob.

Dream glances at Ethel now, and sees the fiery determination in her eyes. As Hob lifts him up on the table, Ethel gives him the tiniest of nods, and Dream immediately pinches Hob's arm hard.

The signal to wreak havoc.

A split second later, Dream has dived under the table as both Ethel and Hob draw their guns and kill the most important members of the Burgess family.

It barely lasted a minute.

--

"Thank you," Ethel says, as the three of them stand in front of the towering inferno that used to be Fawney Rig.

As soon as the last body hit the ground, Ethel had told the androgynous smoke being to teleport Hob into the remaining advisors' rooms, and Hob had done his duty and helped free those two advisors' pets as well.

And when every innocent party is safely outside, Mrs. Chu's half-dragon pet had set the mansion ablaze.

"Don't mention it," Hob tells her. Dream was a little off to the side, making phone calls to rescue personnel, while a group of a dozen or more half-other beings watch as Fawney Rig burns. Most of them were crying and holding on to each other. Hob was glad he managed to get a bunch of blankets so they could wrap themselves in it.

"No, seriously, thank you," Ethel insists. "I felt like I was going insane back there, and I hated every second that I exposed the two of you to their vile world."

"You can say that again," Hob mutters. "Christ. So Randall killed his own brother?"

Ethel looks around and steps closer to Hob. "No," she says in a low voice. "He made Paul do it. He used to be Alex's companion, but...well... It's one thing to dote on a pet and another to love them."

From within the group of half-others, Hob could see Paul with tear streaks on his face and flowers at his feet, holding onto Mrs. Chu's half-dragonoid who, Hob can see now, has a large acid burn on one side of his face.

Now, Hob never goes back to saying old curse words, but he feels like this is an appropriate time for one. "God's fucking wounds."

At this point, Dream joins them. For some reason, he steps closer to Hob than he normally would. When Hob steps back, Dream steps even closer, and gives Hob the stink-eye while doing it.

Hob doesn't know what the fuck his problem is, but he's too tired to think right now. Let Dream be weird. All he wants is to get back to headquarters and maybe eat some fries and drink a chocolate milkshake.

"Thank you for the rescue, Mr. Endless," Ethel tells Dream. For some reason, she has stepped back from Hob.

Great. Two half-others being weird.

"You are welcome," Dream says. Then, in a more gentle voice, "Will you be keeping the baby?"

"Oh, yes," Ethel says, determined. "I really want to have a baby, but I was told decades ago by The Agency doctors that I would have a hard time getting pregnant. Now that it happened, though..." She laughs, and it only sounds a little bit broken. "My child will know exactly what their father was, but I will teach them to be better. I might have hated everything I witnessed while being the elder Burgess's pet, but I'm proud of myself for managing to survive."

"Are you kidding?" Hob says incredulously. "Agent Cripps, you're a fucking badass. I was in there for six hours tops and I want to drink a gallon of brain bleach. And you lasted for years? Comic book superheroes have nothing on you. You're an actual goddess. I present thee pregnant people food at the foot of your temple."

"Stop flirting with a pregnant woman," Dream snipes beside him as Ethel laughs. It sounded lighter than her previous laugh, though, which had been Hob's goal all along.

"He wouldn't," Ethel tells Dream, her eyes twinkling. "Not when he has you."

"We're not together," Hob says, at the same time Dream says, "He does not have me."

Ethel just smiles at them. "Alright," she says, just as they spot The Agency's helicopters in the distance. "If you say so."

--

As soon as they drop Ethel and the rest of the half-others who had been kept as pets at Fawney Rig in Medical, Hob and Dream, without a single word, walk together towards Death's office.

Her half-phantasm secretary told them she was in, but that she is currently taking a conference call and would therefore be unavailable for at least another half hour. The secretary then told them that she was going to grab a quick midnight lunch from the cafeteria, and if they want, they could wait.

They nodded tiredly at her as she phased through a wall, and immediately slump on the long couch outside Death's office.

Or, to be more accurate, Dream goes to get a couple of hot bottled tea drinks from a nearby vending machine, bonks Hob's head with one of the bottles to make him take it, and drops gracefully beside him.

Hob, on the other hand, just straight up sits down, exhausted, and slouches like a drunk starfish, his head resting on the wall behind the couch.

As soon as he felt the warm bottle hit him gently on the forehead, he automatically grabs it, then turns his head a little to look at Dream sitting beside him.

He looks tired as well. It had been a draining, two-week long mission, and Hob doesn't think he looks any better himself.

"Do you need aftercare or something?" he asks, because they still may not like each other, but Hob has always been a caring person. And if Dream doesn't like it, then he can suck his dick. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

"Why, are you offering?" Dream asks. It's a testament to how tired he was that his words don't hold the usual sting in them.

Hob grins, unable to stop the fond feelings blooming in his gut and equally unable to stop the fondness from showing on his face. Fawney Rig must have truly driven him nuts. Did he really just think that Dream looks so cute when he's being bitchy?

"Maybe," he says, and Dream catches him with a smile on his face. Dammit. "Why, you wanna cuddle?"

Jesus, Gadling. Get a grip and stop running your mouth.

Dream wheezes. He sounds like a dying goat. "Perhaps," he says. His eyes are twinkling. Hob knows he shouldn't find his laugh endearing, but he does. He probably needs to go to Medical to get his head checked out. Dream gestures to Hob's lap. "May I?"

Hob knows, intellectually, that this is a very dangerous game of chicken they're playing. If they don't stop, Hob is gonna wake up one day with Dream Endless on his bed, lovely in his half-asleep state, Hob with two cups of coffee in his hands (and maybe even an entire breakfast tray heaped with food), and both of them will be wearing wedding rings.

"Sure, go ahead," Hob says, trying to look inviting and possibly only succeeding in looking like a beached jellyfish. "That is, if you're capable of not falling off on your ass."

"You will find," Dream says, as he stands up more elegantly than Hob will ever do in his life, "that I am capable of a great many things." He then plops down unceremoniously on Hob's lap and immediately cuddles up to him.

Despite his words, Hob's arms automatically hold Dream in place to prevent him from falling off. He knows he still smells like blood and gunpowder from earlier, but Dream doesn't seem to mind. "Don't fall asleep on me," he warns Dream.

"Zzzzz," Dream says, like a goddamn bee.

Hob barks out a laugh at that. He's so ridiculous, honestly. Why doesn't he know that? It has literally been centuries since they started working together. He feels like he should know that.

"I hate you," Hob tells him, but his tone is enamored and, strangely enough, having Dream on his lap like this is serving to be a great aftercare for him as well.

"You love me," Dream mumbles, already sounding half-asleep. His knees must be hurting from kneeling most of the night. Hob starts rubbing them gently, but scoffs at Dream's words.

His other hand cards gently through Dream's hair, the motion lulling them both to a deeper, more relaxed state. They're going to have to wake up before Death's secretary comes back, and then debrief with Death. But having Dream in his lap, warm and pliant, feels so good that Hob finds himself closing his eyes as well. "You wish."

--

'I do,' Dream thinks, before he falls asleep completely, feeling safer than he's ever felt in eons.

--

Death finds the two of them curled up together on the couch thirty minutes later, and discreetly takes a picture of the two before gently waking them up.

It's regrettable that they have to debrief when they are obviously exhausted, but the earlier it's done, the clearer their memory is.

Dream and Hob peaceably goes into her office and gives their report, but she does not fail to notice how Hob has yet to let go of Dream's hand upon waking. And more than that, Dream is holding Hob's hand with both of his in his own lap. Both of them seem unaware of this new development between them.

Death hides her smile behind her teacup as she sips some calming tea and allows them to continue giving their report.

--

Bonus:

"Agent Gadling! Do not-- oh, for goodness's sake. If you are incapacitated and captured, I will not hesitate to bench you for a century."

"A century, huh?" Hob's unfairly seductive voice says through the comms. Dream hates it. He always have. And now that Hob knows why he does, he's exploiting Dream's weakness. "You gonna tie me up in bed, too?"

A couple of other tech officers giggle at that. Dream sends a scathing glare towards them, and they quickly scurry away.

"I will tie you next to an anthill."

"Yikes," Hob says cheerfully and ducks behind a wall. "Still not sorry, though. I know you've been wanting to have a petrified pseudodragon egg, so I got you two."

Dream does not swoon. Because that would be undignified.

"You risked capture to get me a couple of petrified pseudodragon eggs," he says in his sternest voice. Not the sexy stern voice that Hob likes, but the I'm-gonna-beat-your-ass-and-send-your-soul-straight-to-Hell voice. He shakes his head. His boyfriend is just so fucking stupid sometimes. "You are aware I cannot simply sit on them to get them to hatch?"

A hail of gunfire interrupts Hob's laughter. Dream watches on the screen, heart in his throat, how Hob evades his pursuers, runs down a garbage-strewn alley, and hitches a ride on a passing delivery truck.

He lets out a breath he doesn't know he's been holding. "I hate you," Dream tells him, so he knows. He must always be reminded.

Hob, through the hidden camera pinned on his lapel, shows Dream the two jet black pseudodragon eggs he got from the villain of the week's evil lair. One of them is pure black, and the other has a line of white running down the middle of its shell. "You love me."

#urban fantasy spy AU #this is a 6k words fic (!!!) #which is definitely more than the required 2k words #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #dreamlingforukraine #good job my thumbs #the rest of my fingers also contributed so 👏👏👏 #i'm very normal about this AU obviously 😂

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hugs? ... HUGS. *proceeds to pick peppino up (since she's, like- 2 ft taller than him) and hug him* (here's a bonus drawing bc your art is so cute and how ya draw peppino makes mah heart go:💞💕 AAAAAAAAAA-💕💞)

(There were more asks but I couldn’t fit you all in I’m sorry!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

*Cracks knuckles*

Okay- Let’s get ready for this one- ✍️

I can’t fit all the asks in THERE ARE SO MANY OF YOU-

I mean respect wanting to hug the Italien man BUT OMG- 😂

(Was it at least funny?- I hope I didn’t disappoint you guys- I HAVE SOME SINCE NOVEMBER CRHIST!- I’M SO SORRY- 🙏🙏🙏)

And to those who also left compliments in the asks I have to say thank you so much for it!!

(I currently can’t fit any pictures in here so A CRAZY ANOUNT OF HEARTS WILL DO-)

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Everyone on you guys are so sweet!! I can’t believe you guys look at my silly goofy art I just- AAAHHHGH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU‼️‼️‼️💕💗💖💞✨💕💗💞✨💕💕💖💞✨💕💗💖✨💕💗💞

#Pizza Tower #THE FIRST PANELS TOOK WAY TOO LONG NAH- #💀 I had to KEEP REDOING THE BACKGROUND- I HATE BACKGROUNDS!!! #It was for this gag tho so I had to make it- 🖐️ #Drawing all you goobers at the front door was so funny bro- Man’s got an entire army on his hands- 😭😭 #Also if some of them look poor quality I really am sorry!! I don’t know why they look so ANNOYINGLY FUZZY but I can’t get it off!!! 💀💀 #Peppino being mobbed by a bunch of asks is hilarious- You’ll see in the next ask HE’S GONNA LOOK MAWLED- 😭 #Peppino #Anon asks #Requests :D #Asks

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Hi Shary, hope you're having a great new week <3 Please feel free to ignore this if it feels like a chore to answer, but I'm so curious how you did the mouth of your newest sim! (pixelshary/748366144188088320?source=share) I mean, the preset, the shape, the cute little "dent" in the middle, the lipstick, I love everything about it. Thanks if you get to this ask and many hugs x

hi lyra! 👋😊 thank you so much i hope you have a great new week too! 🥰🧡 i try as good as possible to help.🙇‍♀️ ( i tried first if i could reproduce the shape before trying to explain.. 😅) i use this >>skinblend<< on her, that makes the "dent" i think you mean ? and >>obscurus lips slider n2<< and just the default lip preset in the picture. the lipstick is the mac one we got with an update. i make it a bit more "transparent" so you can see the dent. otherwise it would not show it. you can see the lil tweaks i did in the picture too. :) and then for our both sanity .. i made a lil video tutorial more or less so you can see what i did. it was not perfectly the same but i think you get a good idea of what i did ... glad i got it like this bc my sim is old by now and to remember how i did it is sometimes difficult to reproduce it .. 😅

aaand the vid tutorial..✨

i hope i was able to help you with this! wish you much fun and have a lovely day/night! ☕🌿

#ts4 ask #ask #cherrymoonrise #🧡🌻

[muffinsin]

Honestly you deserve so much more followers and interactions, you’re a really talented writer.

I remember when I hit 100 followers, I was so hyped lol. I have 750 now and the downside of that is that I can’t remember majority of them like I used to. I have a good ass memory but I can’t remember everybody y’know? (No clue if that made sense or not)

Anyways- what is one favorite you have about each of the Dimitrescu sisters? (Like what’s your favorite thing about them)

- ⚔️ Anon

Aren’t you sweet :) I’m very thankful for the ones I have, though🙌🙌🙇‍♀️

Damn, I can imagine XD

My memory is rather lacking at times, so I often find myself re-checking anons and their preferences here and there to ensure no one is left out🙇‍♀️

Whew, that’s real difficult to answer! But let’s see…

(Under cut so the post isn’t too long) what about your favourite things about each? I’m very curious

As for Bela, I love her mind. Quite the weird answer, probably, but like with her sisters, I view her as complex. I view her as headstrong, confident, powerful, intelligent, insecure, cunning and dependant all at the same time, and it makes writing her very fun

If it’s a simpler answer we’re looking for, my favorite thing about her is the angsty HC I could come up with as it comes to her- they’re fun to think about

As it comes to Cassandra, is “everything” a valid answer? Lmao. But really, I like writing her. My favourite thing about her is probably her personality. I view her as an incredibly complex character with many layers to her

Again, a simpler answer would be her voice. I love all three voices of course, but Cassandra’s takes the top here. I love this maniac lmao

Daniela, Daniela, Daniela. What is my favourite thing about her? I just love her wickedness, to be honest. I like to picture her like a coin with two sides. She can portray love and innocence, yet is wicked and cunning. I like that Daniela gives me this “Reap what you sow” attitude the most out of the three tbh. You treat her well, she’ll give you paradise. But you dare mistreat her? Daniela is fully capable of making your life a living hell

A simpler answer would be her voice lines. Hers are my favorite as they, in my eyes, portray love and longing, naivety, manipulation and mania in many cases. I’m here for it XD

And she’s so adorable

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #⚔️ anon

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

OMG YES THIS PHOTOSHOOT IS SO ROMAN EMPIRE 🙇‍♀️🤤

does anyone have a link to the whole photoshoot? bc i've only seen like two or three photos and they live rent in my head

i don't have a link to all the photos in one place, but you can find them by searching for the hunger magazine 2016 photoshoot. there's so many great pictures

[kalak-2]

Please give me art tips, O God of Art 🙇‍♀️ (...I'm really out of practice, idk how to draw men, and I'm not really good at shading in digital art)

There's really nothing else but practice and using reference 😖

Knowing anatomy helps a lot - I'd daresay you need to know it to draw appealing semi realistic people. It's important because to stylize you have to know what forms you're stylizing - I reccomend figure drawing: design and invention by Michael Hampton for learning anatomy, and I've found this video to be helpful at explaining how exactly to draw appealing anatomy in general, despite being about drawing animal anatomy.

Also just. Use reference! Look at other people's drawings! Oh and make sure to keep perspective right, look at kim Jung gi's drawings for that.

For shading, there's two main components: values and colors. Values are important when establishing the composition - try to block in values using only black and white and see if that's appealing. Then add details but keep the overall black and whites you've established consistent. Also this is where learning anatomy and the forms of what you're drawing helps; the more you know, the more rendering you can do, etc. For colors - knowing what color temperature is is a game changer. Here's an article that explains it - https://drawpaintacademy.com/what-is-color-temperature/ (for some reason the hyperlink doesnt work??). Try to change the hue and saturation whenever you change the value. Also a good cheat is to find a picture with good and natural colors and using the colors in that picture. (You can color pick if you want, but it helps to not)

Some other misc tips: keep a collection of art you admire and look at them again and again: look at even the minutest details, see how they used the colors, how they rendered, how they made shapes. There's something about art that even if you read and learn so many art tutorials, some things don't click until you yourself explore and find the things you like and practice based on that.

Also be patient; for me, in a period where I learn a new thing and try to implement it, my art tends to get worse. In art you need to experiment a lot but that inevitably leads to many, many failures and misses.

But! Everyone's way to do art is different, so don't take this as gospel :) I hope it helped!

#art tips #inbox

[zgvlt]

the tropification of our vacation is officially my fav jamil fic! this just melted my heart – especially with such iconic lines like: "“But at least both of our hands are warm now,” thought he; said you." just incredible, i absolutely adored it

ying!! hello!! ✨💖 ahhh so glad you enjoyed! to be bestowed the title of "fav" is such an honor! 🙇‍♀️ i actually had a bit of a hard time writing the jamil fic, she has suffered through so many rewrites over the past... 3 months oops, so i'm super glad ahhh

for you, let me throw in a few more things that didn't make it to the final cut! (because i got tired of trying to fit it in somewhere haha)

Jamil contemplating if he should get Kalim a souvenir since the latter is already a rich kid anyway.

Reader goes, "You probably should as thanks for the vacation"

Jamil's like, "Yeah? More like thank you for not third-wheeling on our vacation."

"Should we get Kalim food?"

"No, if he ends up liking it, he'll try to have a bunch exported back home... I get a headache thinking about the expenses from shipping alone and how bad that'll be for his nutrition."

They also talk about getting a gift for Najma. They're talking about it like they're going to pitch in for a souvenir, kind of like what couples do when they place the tag for a gift and it's like "Best Wishes, from Mr and Mx (Last Name)" or "From the (Last Name) Family" kind of thing

For the following nights, I figured if they can't move the heater, they'll move their beds so that their mattresses will be stuck together. It's almost like sharing a bed/there's only one bed, but it's more like merging beds lol

Picture taking!!! The travel essential. Jamil's a little shy about doing poses that are more than just straight-faced or a smile but does get his photo taken by you

But he prefers taking photos of you. Yes he takes into account lighting. Prefers candid but is decent enough at giving you instructions if you want something more typically "MagiCam worthy"

People spot the two of you, recognize the both of you as a couple, and offer to take your pictures. Jamil's honestly reluctant to hand over his phone to strangers but does agree it would be nice (more than nice) to have some pictures with you to remember the trip by, not that he would be capable of forgetting in the first place

Jamil doesn't really post on social media but you'll see him have a MagiCam story and it'll be like... just your silhouette (or the both of yours), the type where it's too dark to see anyone's faces, but the people who know? Know.

Kalim and Najma are in his and your DMs. Their replies are drastically different but have the same message of "finally I'm so happy spring has finally come"

Those who are not in the know are also messaging him because they're curious. Cater somehow finds your MagiCam because Jamil's following list is not very big in the first place, and he's just good at figuring things out

#—nathyask #—nathya moots <3 #—fic feedback #💖: babbling with ying <3

[takami-takami]

Here is Loki~💖🙇‍♀️💕✨️🥺😽😭 He's very chill and likes to sleep a lot but very adventurous and gets along with everyone. He's like a chill older brother lmaoo (our family has dogs and 2other cats too vut he's the oldest 🙏)

He likes to play too but sometimes he's so big compared the other cats when play fight together 😭✋️ He's very gooood cat very kind very nice very lovely, likes to be rubbed I love him he likes to cuddle with me❤️

(Also that's nice! I hope you had fun seeing them :3 My siblings has been very excited to have the whole family together at Christmas so they're good<3)

~🐈

OMFG I was not expecting this many pictures of him thank u for blessing us I love every single one. Hi Loki!!!!!!

He sounds like such a sweetie. 100% do not care if I have allergies would pet him anyway don't care I adore him.

#did u name him after the marvel movies or the mythology? :] #💌 asks #🐈 anon

[putschki1969]

2022/05/23 Tweets by H-el-ical// staff

H-el-ical// 2nd Anniversary ㊗️ We celebrated it today together with everyone ✨ @ Hikaru_0702_

#I handed all of your letters to Hikaru #We ate too much cake 🎂💦 #HBD #Thank you for your continued support 🙇‍♀️ #Thank you for ordering 解放区♪(Source)

Thank you for your congratulations ✨ I was so absorbed in creating the celebratory banner that I forgot to add the // 💦 (sorry) There are so many messages filled with love for H-el-ical// 😭

#I wrote over 4 letters φ (...) #I'll upload some photos of today's cafe #Hikaru got a mackerel miso soup #A picture of the soup may be uploaded later ...? (Source)

Official Twitter Header for Promotion

If you like, you can use the banner above as Twitter header.

Have you registered for Hikaru’s new Fan Club already?

Hikaru and her manager are uploading quite a lot of content so be sure to check it out. Hikaru’s new official fan club is called “まさにひかる/Masani Hikaru” (Exactly like Hikaru). You can REGISTER for free right now with a FAM ID to view the exclusive content (blog posts, gallery, vdeos). It was fairly easy to set up an account. You can register with your email or an already existing SNS account. After verifying the link you can create your FAM ID (I just used my name as FAM ID). They are asking for an address, I used my Japanese Tenso address just to be on the safe side but I think it should be possible to use an overseas address as well. After June 10, you will be required to provide your payment information (credit cards are accepted) and pay the annual membership fee (5,500円).

#kalafina #hikaru #hikaru on twitter #helical #masani hikaru #happy 2nd anniversary

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

hi, I was just wondering what kind of camera you use for skating events! I'm going to my first one this year (SCI) and I really want to get some good photos like yours, but I don't know anything about cameras lol. (sorry if you already talked about this in a post or something, I couldn't find anything like that but I know tumblr's search algorithm sucks 😂)

I am so sorry that I haven't answered this in time at all for your trip to Skate Canada. 🙇‍♀️ I hope you had fun there! And I hope that even without my reply you took amazing pictures!

Thank you for complimenting my pictures! ❤️

____

I will still answer the question - just much too late!

Tbh I am not an expert on cameras either - I am just some fan with a camera 😅 Taking pictures looked fun so I went with that. I informed myself via Google which camera to buy and that's was it.

I use a system camera - Canon EOS M10 (I have no idea if this is the correct English term for it) with two different objectives, both in the 50mm to 200mm department. I bought my camera and my first objective in 2017 - the system camera was a compromise between a really expensive reflex camera with detachable objective and the system camera which quality is a bit less compared to the reflex camera but is much lighter and cheaper. The first objective I got is a Canon EF-M 50-200mm. For last seasons world championship however I bought a new objective, which was much more expensive almost 8times the price of my first objective a CANON EF 70-200 mm f / 4L IS II objective with an adapter to make it compatible with my system camera. I used it for Worlds and Nebelhorn Trophy and the difference in quality is apparent, but the objective is also much heavier to use.

My next goal is to finance a better corpus for my new objective so I don't need the adapter that also reduces a bit of the reaction time of the camera.

In general I think for starters a good reflex camera or a system camera like mine and one objective will do. The expensive parts are always the different objectives and their level of performance. For figure skating photography you need a focal distance of 50-200mm at least, because otherwise you have very small figures unless you are super close. I don't think you need an expensive objective for the first time, because you should try if you like taking pictures at all. The objectives the official photographers use at rinkside costs 3000€+, my new one was around 1600€.

Btw I can't recommend digital cameras because they are too slow and also make quite blurry pictures in skating, optical zoom is no comparison to the zoom of the attached objectives.

Also I am not a professional photographer at all, so I mostly rely on the automatic use of settings. I also have loads of pictures you cannot use afterwards. In figure skating getting perfectly clear pictures is a challenge as it's so fast. I think most importan is that you have fun taking pictures and you also have to decide whether you want to see the full action or take pictures bc both at the same time is not possible.

My goal for the future - if my irl gets a bit less busy - is to invest in a new corpus for the new objective and do a photography course, because atm I learned everything on my own.

Let me finish with a favorite Shoma picture and the difference between my objectives in sharpness. (I didn't upload either in full quality like on my computer but I still think the difference is quite clear)

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Sometimes asks get buried in my inbox, also the last weeks were a struggle in real life with so many things happening at the same time. Who knew life could change so much in just 8 weeks, anyway I am sorry if I don't answer your questions on time.

#figure skating #replies #personal #camera equipment #pls ignore the different names of the watermarks on my pics #one is Instagram handle - the other my twitter handle

[mtnkat3]

Ok... 🔞⛔⚠️❌📛🤚👮‍♀️🕵️‍♀️

Ok... 🔞⛔⚠️❌📛🤚👮‍♀️🕵️‍♀️

1.52pm. Diary. You know why.....

I was standing at the kitchen sink...

My now healthy self...

Long hair in a braided rope to below my butt.. nails a wee bit longer & feminine.. because you ... enjoy ...my marks... pppuurrr...

I'm wearing one of your favorite bodysuits.. kinda a dancers.. cut very low.. skintight. & not much below... then one of my flowy skirts... almost floor length, pockets, drawstring waist.. & so many panels that it's not obviously translucent.

Even though it is. Slow grin. I'd even taken off my house m.o.l.l.e. so it's obvious bodysuit is kinda sheer...in a few places.. too... chuckling softly..

Rubber gloves on my hands as washing some hand washable things.

I've got a soft smile on my face.. chewing my lips as just normal.

But I'm looking out the kitchen window & hearing my family. Dogs..cats..kids.. male voices.. laughter..squeals.. happiness... makes for a perfect picture to me.

Then...

I feel...

I close my eyes...

& wait.

Only back into you ... when I feel ...

You pull me close...

Your lips...teeth..tongue... on my neck.. going after those places...

That make my knees buckle.

My hands are gripping the sink like claws.

You bite down.

Good girl.

My eyes roll back...

& I feel how hard... you are... for me...

It makes me moan & shiver...

You go after my tits... as you nibble & lick & bite all over my neck.. shoulders... marking my skin.. knowing why... oh how...

& my nipples tighten further.

Heavy... making me... beg.

Please . . . . .

I can't help it.

Everything about you .....

Makes me react. Makes me crazy. Makes me more...of a wanton than I've ever felt... only you . . . . . have ever brought it out...

You've always had my surrender.

You own that.. my keys. . . . .

You're making your way ... & OMG...please...

I hold on...

& you ..... drop down to your knees... pulling up & tying up... my skirt. As I hear the snaps pop . . .

When I feel you . . . . .

Your hair...beard...

Tickling me...

When you ... delve into me...

My knees start to buckle.

I hear growls...

I whimper.

Look up... look down... around...

plead.....

& so it begins.....

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix. 🌺🐾🐯

🗝🔱⚜💝💓🐻🦌🧩♾🎯💋

[The for public excerpt. ]

Ok?🙇‍♀️

Fr.12.2.2022 3.13pm est.

[onlyjaeyun]

AINT NO WAY ALSHAKDHSLSH YOURE INSANE. YOURE GENUINELY INSANE WHAT DID I JUSY READ?????? 😨😨😨😨😨 to be very honest i have no words AT ALL. LIKE HOLD 🤨☝️ THE FUCK 🤨✋ UP RIGHT NEOW 😐🛑 hand over your brain so i can kiss it rn 🫴 i am NAWT PLAYING 🙅‍♀️ dude the fucking ANXIETY I WAS FEELING DURING THE RIDE TO THE BUILDING LIKE i had to actually put my phone down a few times to calm myself down like it was at some point embarrassing how affected i got as well 🧍‍♀️ and then the whole jake & jay hug oh my- 🚑🚑🚑🚑 i may or may not have fainted 😔 THEN THOSE TWO SEWAGE RATS SHOWING UP GET OUTT 😧👉🚪 LIKE WHOOOOO TF DO YOU THINK U ARE TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE AN ACTUAL C H A N C E OF TOUCHING THE FIRST LADY OF TPC LMFAOOO🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 jongseong ROCKED THEIR SHITS AS HE SHOULD 💪🏼 THE CONTINUOUS PUNCHES COME ON YUUJI (jujutsu kaisen reference 🤞) COME ON MISTER IM LEFT IM RIGHT 🤣🙏🏼 i love feral jay. i love feral jay. i love feral jay. i love unhinged feral jay. i love unhinged feral jay i love unhinged feral jay i LOVE UNHINGED FERAL JAY. I ❤�� UNHINGED FERAL JAY<3 🤭 dude THAT ONE LINE “Jay lets his gaze shift to the face the voice belongs to” THAT STRAIGHT UP GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS I AM NOT KIDDING IT MADE ME PICTURE THE SCENE of jay’s eyes literally almost going white and just falling on the other sewage rat’s face like !!!!!!!!¥$[¥|^[%||$[>+|,%\]]!!!!!¥_€|+%5* he deadass looked like a feral anime villain in my head holy FUCK SIR 🙇‍♀️ I AM SAT 🧎‍♀️ SB jongseong the man that you fucking are holy FUCK MY FUTURE WIFE???😦😧🫨 ARE WE KIDDINGLAHDLSJS MY ONLY LOVE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK BRO SAID??? TALK YOUR SHIT JONGSEONG TALK YOUR SHIT MY MAN 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊📢📢📢📢 BUT AYYEEEE FINAL WAVE OF ANGST OVER WE CHEERED 🥳🥳 WE MADE IT WE FUCKING MADE IT PRAISE THE LORD 🥳🥳🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 …. we’re getting close to the finale 🧍‍♀️i’d rather not talk about that part.

thank you zadie for feeding the children 🙏🏼 sending u sm love & so many hugs i hope u had a great christmas ! (if u celebrate 😭) anyways take care zadie <33

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the fact ive read this ask like three times bc it made me giggle so much i lit love you and yojr asks so, so much lit the highlight of my day you're rhe best pls accept my kisses 😭😭💞

thank you SO much for always cheering me up and sending me the cutest and rawest reactions ever i hope you know you always make my day and i will forever cherish these 🥺 im so glad to know you enjoyed it baby

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