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candysims4 · 7 months

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SWEET TOOTH SET

Oh my gosh, I am so excited about this new set and finally releasing it! I seriously can't get enough of these pieces - they're just so cute! Every little detail is lovely, from the bow in the hair to the hearts on the nails.

AS IT’S TOO MUCH TEXT, I’LL LEAVE THE DESCRIPTION OF EACH ITEM PLUS THE CREATOR’S NOTES BELOW THE CUT.

ALL ITEMS ARE:

TEEN TO ELDER

BASE GAME COMPATIBLE

MADE FOR FEMALE FRAME

DISALLOWED FOR RANDOM

360º GIF & THUMBNAILS (HOSTED IN IMGUR)

MY SITE (NO AD.FLY): BONBON HAIR | APPLE PIE NAILS (TWO VERSIONS) | BISCUITS EARRINGS | CHERRY TART DRESS (TWO VERSIONS) Free release on 17th October 2023

PATREON EARLY ACCESS + MERGED OPTIONS

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DESCRIPTION OF EACH ITEM:

BONBON HAIR

HAT GAME INCOMPATIBLE

6.476 POLYGONS

119 SWATCH COLORS - 24 plain colors from EA Color Palette - 95 plain colors from my Candy Color Palette

YOU WILL FIND IN LONG HAIR OR/AND STRAIGHT OR/AND UPDO

APPLE PIE NAILS (TWO VERSIONS) Same colors description for both versions.

1.320 POLYGONS

113 SWATCH COLORS - 55 plain colors - 58 color combinations

YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/FINGERNAILS

BISCUITS EARRINGS

360 POLYGONS

10 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/EARRINGS

CHERRY TART DRESS (TWO VERSIONS) Same colors description for both versions.

5.446 POLYGONS

55 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN FULL BODY/SHORT DRESS

CREATOR’S NOTES:

Let's start with my favorite item of the set, Bonbon Hair. It's the cutest hair I've ever created, and I'm really proud of it. The bow is adorable, and I was finally able to make a great 3D model of it. I'm really happy with how the hair looks - it's exactly what I had in mind. I hope you love it too! One thing to note is that the bow on Bonbon Hair isn't removable and won't work with hats. Usually, I prefer hairstyles that can be worn with hats, but for this one, I needed more space for the bow's texture. I also drew the bow's shadow onto the hair's texture to give it more depth and a better overall look. I also made sure to keep the polycount low - around 6k polygons. I could have made it lower, but it didn't look as good in movement. So, I kept it at a higher polycount to maintain good movement without too much distortion.

I designed the dress to complement the hairstyle, adding a bow at the back for an extra touch of charm and romance. I used a new mesh from the latest kit that I couldn't wait to franken-meshing with it. My goal was to create a vintage silhouette and style, and while I'm not sure if it was successful, I'm very happy with the final result. At the end of the day, it looks cute, and that's all that really matters.

The nails are a kind of old wip that I finally decided to finish. It's one of the cutest designs I've ever come across, and I was determined to recreate it in The Sims. I love a stiletto design, and for me, one of the best nail art is this one; it matches the nail's format and is so cute. The nail includes two color options but only one spec option. However, I plan to create additional versions in the future, including a glossy and matte finish, possibly as part of a mini set that I'm working on that will have this and other versions of some of my recent clothing designs.

Next up, we have the Biscuits Earrings. These were originally a work in progress meant for a different set, but while I was styling the Sims, I realized how well they matched with the current Sweet Tooth Set. So, I quickly finished them up and included them as part of the set.

By now, it's all. Unfortunately, I've been working very slowly lately; thanks to this heat wave, I feel most of the day like I'm melting. It's scorching in here, guys. I don't understand how a person can say global warming is a lie; really, how?!

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napakmahal · 2 months

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Drop your pin

Chat i MIGHT have cooked with this one

This is bad, this is so bad.

Less than two hours ago you left your house to drive over to a nice restaurant in downtown San Fransokyo and now you were pulled over at a gas station parking lot staring at your dreaded flat tire. If you hadn’t turned off your music to take a phone call from your friend mid-drive you probably would have never heard the dreaded: BANG!

What’s even worse is you were running late for your first formal date with a guy you met at an off-campus study site where you worked as a barista. He looked so cute in his little academic grind, so focused you thought his eyebrows were stuck in a permanent scowl. Thankfully, said the boy was studying so hard that he refilled his caffeinated iced tea almost four times and he came up to you. He started the conversation by rubbing his beautiful brown eyes tiredly saying “I am really tired, but I’m trying to stay away from coffee for a little bit.”

And somehow, his voice made him almost ten times more attractive than you originally thought him to be. By the time you finished pouring his tea, he’d complimented everything about you. From the hairstyle, you had dawned that day to how well you did your job. He was perfect and you were so excited for this date.

Until the universe had just to come and ruin it.

Canceling is one thing, but canceling because your tire popped is another. Everyone knows that whenever someone cancels last minute because they’re having ‘car troubles’ actually means ‘I wanted you to get lost from day one and now I have a reason not to see you.’ That and the lame excuse of ‘Oh I’m just really busy this week.’

This is why you can’t help but feel a sense of dread boiling in your stomach while you hear your phone ring and ring, waiting for him to answer. You like this boy, honest. But after this, he may not be so sure.

You swear you can feel your heart drop to the pits of your stomach when you first hear his voice.

“Hi, I’m not there yet. I just turned onto the 5 and-oh shit! Are you already there? I’m so sorry.”

You would laugh if you didn’t feel like crying. “Umm no, I’m not. Tadashi I have some bad news.”

“Uh-oh, what’s up?”

You took a deep breath. “Okay umm, so when I turned onto the highway my right tire popped and now I’m outside this sketchy-looking gas station trying to figure out what to do.”

Silence. All you could hear on his end of the call was the zooming of other cars next to his.

“Tadashi?” You confirmed. “Are you still there? Look I know it sounds like such a lie and I’m sorry. I really was looking forward to going out with you and I feel so bad about-”

“Drop me the pin.” The sound of his voice forced you to have such a visceral and public reaction.

Drop the pin? Like-to him? Why?

“L-Like,” You stuttered. “My pin? Right now?”

“Yeah, your pin.”

So you did. You sent him your GPS pin and waited for a little less than ten minutes. What did he want with your location? Maybe he just wanted to make sure you weren’t lying to him about being at the gas station. He could just never show up. After about seven minutes had passed, a rusty old work truck drove off the exit and into the gas station parking lot. Flashing bright yellow headlights. The truck pulled up almost directly in front of you and for a moment you felt fear. A stranger just coming up to you in a car in a sketchy area while you have no other way of escaping. But that fear dripped away when you saw it was Tadashi who was driving.

“Oh my gosh, hi.” You stared at him, slightly confused but extremely relieved.

He opened the door and walked towards you. “Hey, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, but my tire isn’t and I really don’t want to have to pay to get a new one.” You groaned at the thought of dealing with car troubles.

Tadashi squated down with a grunt at your popped tire. “Do you know how to change one of these?”

“Erm, kind of.” You answered honestly. “I don’t know it well enough to try it. I’m too scared to try it on my actual tire.”

He hummed before asking you to pop open your trunk so he could reach in and get your spare. And for the next twenty-two minutes, you watched your date grunt, sigh, groan, and flex all the muscles he had lifting and changing your popped tire. You learned two things in those thirty minutes.

1)That your date is one hell of a handyman and 2) That your date is not only cute but damn is he hot.

When he finished, he stood back up stretching out his limbs and cracking his neck.

“Now, you can’t really drive on a spare for too long so we’ll just go back and change it.” He said as if it were the most nonchalant thing in the world and not an act of pure chivalry.

You, who was almost starstruck at this man practically launched yourself and him in the biggest hug you’ve ever given someone.

You gushed, “Oh! Thank you so much. You’re so sweet!”

Thankfully, he hugged you back. Arms fully wrapped around you and jaw rested on the top of your head. When the two of you let go, he took your phone and put an address in it. One you had never even heard of. A place called the Lucky Cat Café and when you asked all he said was “We’re going there to change your tire.”

So the two of you got back onto the highway and drove backwards from your original date spot. For most of the drive you tried to keep the back of his car in your sights even though you had the GPS on. By the time you’d arrived, the street that the Lucky Cat was located on was practically empty. Everyone and all businesses seemed to be asleep for the night, which is why you both had decided on a place in Downtown San Fransokyo where the city rarely sleeps.

You shut your car door behind you. “What is this place?”

“It’s my aunt’s café, we live on the top. You see?” He pointed at a window in the top of the building with a glowing light through it like someone was home. “So my garage is on the side over there, do you want to just park there and I’ll change your tire.”

Wait he was serious. Like he was full-on going to change your spare tire.

“Seriously?” You double-checked.

Tadashi smiled followed by a light and airy laugh. “Yeah, I’m serious.”

So you drove past the main building and into the rather large alleyway where his garage was. From where you were you could see the garage door that was painted on the sides with traditional Japanese art.

“Did you paint that?” You pointed at the door.

Tadashi fumbled around in his pocket for the garage door key. “Me and my brother worked on it when we were in middle school.”

“So you guys are close?”

Guys that love their families are mad hot.

The door slowly propped open. “Extremely close and- oh. Speak of the devil.”

Sitting inside the garage was a boy who couldn’t have been any older then fifteen on the couch resting flat on his back. Scrolling on his phone and eating a green melon popsicle in white calf socks.

He lifted his head to see the two of you standing in the frame of the garage, large brown eyes that resembled Tadashi’s staring like a deer in headlights.

“Oh shit,” He grunted. “What’s up?”

Tadashi alternated his hand between the two of you. “Hiro this is y/n, y/n this is my little brother Hiro.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hiro.” You smiled. Tadashi had mentioned him a few times and you’d heard him in the background of some of the FaceTime and regular phone calls you had with Tadashi.

Before he could respond, your date looked around his garage with a look of confusion on his face. “Dude, where are the tires?”

“Behind the dumpster.” Hiro said like it was obvious.

Tadashi rolled his eyes. “The unused ones, dumbass.”

“Oh, side shed.”

Your date excused himself and pulled out his phones flashlight to navigate his way through the dark of the night to his familys storage shed. Leaving you alone with his younger brother who had since put his phone down.

“You’re y/n?”

“Yep.” You popped the ‘p’ rocking back and forth on your feet.

Hiro’s face filled with a sudden smugness. “You know he’s like super into you, right?”

You tried to fight the obvious smile that wanted to come to your face. “Really?”

“Before he left he called all of his friends to make sure he looked good enough to leave the house.” He scoffed at the memory.

Just then, Tadashi came back rolling a brand new tire for your car. He told Hiro to scram before setting it down and grabbing his own tools. The garage itself was crazy, filled with tools, walls of water stained blueprints, chalk drawings, and premade machinery including a 3D printer and two different computers.

While changing your new tire, you took the time to really apologize for the messed up ‘date’ you were having.

“I’m so sorry about this, this is not what I planned at all.” Your voice laced with sincerity.

Tadashi’s face fell into one of fake disbelief as he joked, “You mean you didn’t intentionally pop your own tire so I would come and get you and we had to change it instead of going out to the restaurant we’re both appropriately dressed for?”

You laughed and gently punched him in the arm. “Don’t be an ass.”

“I know, I’m just joking.” He reassured you. “You look really beautiful though, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that before.”

“Aww, thank you. You look half decent as well.”

The two of you laughed as he continued to change your tire. There was a point where the new one he brought out for you had weighed so much he had to take off his dress jacket and lift it up like a deadlift. At his obvious struggle you offered to help but it was pointless.

“No it’s okay I got it.”

“Really?” You asked. “I can help you out. Plus it would teach me for the future.”

“Well when you’re with me, you won’t ever have to change your own tire.” Just as he said it, he regretted it. The two of you hadn’t even really been on a first date, just a few flirty texts and calls. That’s it.

He covered his mouth. “Oh-that’s not- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

To his relief and surprise you laughed in the most adorable way he’d ever heard someone laugh. “It’s okay, that was cute. Really cute.”

“Oh thank god.” He breathed out.

After a couple more flirty conversations and remarks, he’d finally finished installing your new tire and placed the spare back in your car.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” You cooed and kissed him on the cheek.

A warm blush expanded across his face after the kiss your given him as he dizzely responded, “No problem.”

You had your arms hooked around his neck as you both just stared at each other. Tadashi looked down at his watched and hummed.

“You know, they’re still open.” He referred to the restaurant from your original plan.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. He did all of that for you, and he still wanted to go out?

“Y-you,” You began to stutter in disbelief. “You still want to go out with me.”

“If anything I want to go out with you even more now.” He whispered so low only you could hear. “Do you want to go out with me?”

“Yes.” You whispered back, falling into his dark brown eyes.

He smiled, face getting closer and closer to yours. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Ye-”

Kissing before the first date even starts is unheard of for you. It’s not something you would ever do…normally. But to be fair nothing about that first date was normal. You ran you hands up his jet black hair, lightly pulling at the strands while his hands held yourl ower back. How could making out with someone you hadn’t even gone on a proper date with in the middle of his garage with the door wide open feel so incredibly intimate?

When you two had pulled away all you could do was laugh. What was so funny? You don’t actually know, but something about it had made to so giggly. Face pressed into his chest, laughing.

You two had decided that it seemed like a better idea for Tadashi to drive to two of you downtown and when you opened the passenger seat door there was a large bouquet of pink tulips and daisy fillers on the seat with a calligraphy card with your name on it wrapped in brown paper. You covered your smile with your mouth as you picked up the bouquet.

“I was going to give those to you when we got there.” Tadashi said shyly, embarrassed that he missed the opportunity to give them to you when he pulled up to the gas station parking lot.

All you did was stare at him, endearence in your eyes before kissing that boy straight on the lips another time.

#baymax #big hero 6 #big hero six #tadashi hamada #bh6 x reader #disney #fanfic #tadashi hamada x reader #napakmahal #writing #writers block #hiro hamada #san fransokyo

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06605 · 10 months

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☆ new-do? | ★ trent alexander-arnold , reader | drabble, not beta read

you woke up, the time reached 03:45 in the morning. trent notified you that he would be arriving soon, but he didn't state when was soon. being the late night owl you are you get up and do something productive.

it's hard to sleep without trent, you'd look over to your side and see him sleeping like a baby; it was adorable. you both were quite opposite, trent preferred the daytime and you preferred on night-time. you got up and headed over to the kitchen, because why not? wasting time and just staying up was a priority.

you opened the fridge and squinted your eyes. you left it opened so it could be a light source for you without you actually having to open the light. you walked over to the cabinet a grabbed yourself a bag of microwaved popcorn.

you removed the plastic and put it in the microwave for a good 4-5 minutes. your eyes remained on the time, reaching close to 30 seconds. the popping sounds were soothing.

your eyelids started to become heavy, almost asleep the timer beeped indicating that it was done. getting your snack you exited the kitchen, you felt a hand on your shoulder, you flinched causing you to drop your bag. luckily your didn't popcorn scatter.

"i did karate class" you said, grabbing the wrist of the individual. "calm down" a familiar voice spoke, trent. you turned around facing him, "shit, trent. you scared me", the other laughed, "i see"

you turned the lights on to see him better, and oh..–oh? you looked at his head, what once used to be messy, dreadlocs are now cornrows.

"when did this happen?"

"what happened?" he asked perplexed, "your hair, the cornrows" "oh, i got them done for fashion week? remember i flew out to paris?"

"oh, right"

"so...do you like them?" he said, giving you puppy eyes, with a glimmer of content gosh, those brown eyes. you can't resist them. you just wanted to embrace him right then and there.

"yes, they suit you. i like them."he smiled at you, and gave you a hug.

"uh, why were you up? wanted to give you a proper surprise.." "you did, i was surprised. in shock." you said, making a gasping sound, "very shocked i even dropped my own popcorn. wonderful surprise."

"eating popcorn at nearly 5 in the mornin'?"

"yes. yes, i am" you bent down to retrieve the bag.

"alright, let me go get changed", he gave you a kiss on the lips and headed towards the bedroom

you waited for awhile, "babe!" trent called. you walked into the room, a heinous smile plastered on your face. "yes?" you answered nonchalantly. "when did you install this bedstand?" trent said, giving you a glare."when you were gone, so like 2 days ago. but anyway, isn't it nice?" you said smiling. "i don't mind it" he said replacing his burgundy colored shirt with a white t-shirt.

clasped your hands together, "good! let's go to sleep now" you slid onto the mattress, making yourself comfortable.

feeling a dip, which was trent hoping onto bed with you. making himself comfortable he wrapped an arm around you waist and draped his thigh over you.

a/n : i bet robbo's elated about trents new hairstyle

#06605 #football imagine #football imagines #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent aa #trent alexander imagines #trent x reader #liverpool

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livelaughlovekny · 11 months

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Braiding Muichirou's hair

His hair flew and splayed across his face for what must have been the fourteenth time in the past hour. The long locks clung onto his face, obscuring his vision, rendering him unable to see his opponent clearly. In this case, it was you.

Unable to hold it back anymore, you laugh. His exasperated face and frustration towards his hair was too much for you. It was rare for him to express his emotions and thoughts, even then nothing much would change. Muichirou’s eyebrows dipped down ever so slightly and an irritated sigh escaped his lips as he struggled to tame his hair in the wild wind that kept blowing against it.

“Honestly, how are you even alive, much less a Hashira, when your hair is constantly preventing you from fighting properly?” You laughed as you rummaged through your pockets. Muichirou gives you a flat look as he responds, “I encounter pathetic demons.” Noticing your actions, he asks “What are you doing? We’re training.”

You fish out a hair tie. “I know but wouldn’t it be more productive if your hair was tied up instead of interrupting our training every other minute?” He stares at the hair tie for a moment before taking it. He pauses again and stares at the object. Muichirou looks back up at you. “How do you use this again?”

Used to this, you simply smile and take the hair tie without questioning how one could forget how to use such a simple object. Walking behind him, you’re suddenly struck with the realisation that you’re about to not only touch but also tie the great Mist Hashira’s hair. Oh my, the possibilities are endless. How would he look with pigtails? Surely his baby face would fit that hairstyle perfectly. “Hey, do you have any idea on what hairstyle you want?”

Muichirou mused a little. “There’s more than one hairstyle…? I have no preference. Do whatever you want but make it quick.” Taking out another hair tie, you started your new mission.

First, you had to separate his hair into six. You were a little apprehensive that you would have to spend a few minutes combing his hair and much to your surprise, his hair was as smooth as (as a baby’s butt) silk. How did this forgetful baby who trained so rigorously and constantly have hair you bet were smoother than Uzui’s? Entertaining the thought of informing the flashy Hashira his hair care was incomparable to Muichirou immediately ended when you thought of how he would most definitely question how you knew and throw a fit. It was not worth it, you would have to find another thing to poke fun at him.

After making sure Muichirou’s hair was separated evenly into six, you moved onto braiding the first braid. Would a tight and thin braid suit him? Picturing the image in your head, you decided looser and thicker braids would suit him more; though not as thick as the Love Hashira’s. Carefully but efficiently braiding his hair, you did your best not to tug too hard to cause him pain. Though you were quite sure that that pain would only be considered as a fleeting feeling to him.

Moving onto the next braid, you realise how close you are to seeing Muichirou with pigtails. The sudden rush of anticipation caused you to braid his hair much faster, though of course you ensured that it was as neat and perfect as its twin. After tying up the end of his second braid, you hurriedly took a few steps back to admire your masterpiece before rushing to look at the front view.

He looked at you blankly yet somewhat expectantly.

“Well? Are you done?”

“Oh my gosh, you look adorable! Give me a twirl so I can see my masterpiece in action!” Seeing how unimpressed and slightly disgusted he looked, you corrected your last sentence. “I meant, move around so we know whether or not this hairstyle is functional.” Getting up, Muichirou picked up his sword and performed a forward slash and spun around. He paused and thought a little. “So what do you think? I think it looks cute, I mean, functional.”

“...It feels heavy. Could we try other styles?” What. Did he just give you permission to (play) tie his hair again? You reigned in your excitement before responding. “Of course.” You fished out a few more hair ties. Muichirou studied your actions. “Why do you have so many…hair ties?”

“I always lose them but that’s not important. Sit down, let’s get started.”

a/n: i feel so embarrassed. i never really promised/swore never to write fanfics again to myself (it's been more than a year since i wrote a fanfic) but this just so sudden and rushed. i might come back to this and polish it. still, thank you so much for reading my re-debut rushed drabble!

#demonslayer #kny #kny fanfic #kny x reader #tokitou muichirou #demon slayer #muichiro tokito #kimetsu no yaiba #fluff #one shot #drabble #kny fluff #muichirou x reader #tokito muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x reader #reader insert

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yukidragon · 1 year

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The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack Trailer Transcript

Please forgive me for taking a while to post the transcript for the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack trailer for those who need it.

For those of you who have questions/concerns about the twist at the end of the trailer, please check to see if they're addressed in this post. Thank you.

vimeo

Transcript

[Warning Screen]

WARNING

This video contains violent and sexual content.

It is intended for mature audiences.

ADULTS 18 AND OLDER ONLY!

Viewer discretion is advised.

This is a fan-made project inspired by Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack and the various iterations of the Phantom of the Opera.

Original characters, concept, and music were created by Snacpop Studios, Gaston Leroux, and Andrew Lloyd Webber respectively.

PLEASE DO NOT REUPLOAD.

[Trailer]

Jack: Won't you sing for me, sunshine?

Inside the most famous opera house in Paris…

Ian: [worried, yet relieved] O-oh thank goodness you're alright. When I came in and saw you lying on the floor like that… I just… I-I didn't know. I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to you.

Shaun: [excited and giddy] Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Can you believe it? They say a ghost is haunting the opera house! [excited squeal] How cool is that? Come on, let's go find him!

Nick: Oh, really? You get a little praise for your performance and now you think your vocals are a match for mine? Heh. Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we?

Jack: You can always rely on me to support you whenever you need me. I’ll always be here to take good care of you, don’t worry.

A secret has been buried...

Shaun: [playful fake regal accent] So, what's the verdict, princess? Does this fine repast meet my highness’ royal standards?

[Moonpie meows her approval through a mouthful of food.]

Shaun: [chuckles affectionately, tone softening] Glad to hear it little baby.

Shaun: [Regal accent] So how about you? Does my humble fare satisfy the glorious new rising star of the opera house?

Nick: So how's progress with your part?

Nick: I know you want to study your greatest rival closely, but if you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to start to feel embarrassed. What's on your mind?

Ian: You’ve been so busy performing all day today. I figured you haven’t had anything to eat yet, so I brought something for you.

Ian: Tada~! There's nothing like some hot fresh pizza after a long day of work. Just like the old days, remember?

Jack: You did great out there today. I'm so proud of you. You worked so hard... but remember that resting up and eating well is just as important.

And refuses to be forgotten

Jack: There's nothing to be scared of, sunshine. You can trust me. I only want to help you. Let me show you just how special and amazing you truly are.

YOU decide their fates

What do you see in the mirror?

Hairstyle [number changes]

Eye [number changes]

Mouth [number changes]

No Mark [changes to] Mark [number changes]

Finished!

Sing!

Press SpaceBar to sing!

[Successful chime.]

You did great, Sunshine!

Sing!

Press SpaceBar to sing!

[Error sounds.]

How are you even here?

Try Again

Will love be enough to create a happy ending?

Your Childhood Sweetheart

Ian: [happy sigh] This feels like a dream come true!

Ian Duff

Voiced by Ben Sinning

Ian: [emotional] You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you tell me that you... I... I can barely believe that you really feel the same way about me that I do for you.

The Stage Director

Shaun: Hey, hey... I know things are a going crazy right now and getting pretty scary, but I'm not going anywhere.

Shaun Durand-Cofer

Voiced by LewdZaxk

Shaun: I'll always be by your side, forever... I promise.

The Star Of The Show

Nick: My, my... look who's taking taking the lead for a change~ [chuckle]

Nicolas "Nick" Herraras

Voiced by MidnightBlu

Nick: [seductive] So tell me, mi pájaro cantor... what do you have planned for us tonight?

The Forgotten Phantom

Jack: My mask? You want to see what's under...

Jack: [nervous] I-I'm sorry, sunshine... I don't think I'm ready for that yet...

Sunny Day Jack

Voiced by NaughtyMaus

Jack: [suggestive] But I could take off everything else if you want me to~

OR WILL OBSESSION LEAD TO TRAGEDY?

Nick: [hopeless] The opera house is gone… The music is gone… Everything is just… gone. We're the only ones left. What's there to look forward to now?

Ian: [low and breathy] Don't worry... no one will ever find you here, not even him.

Ian: It's just going to be you and me... [unhinged chuckle] [pleasured sigh] forever. Just like it was always meant to be. [disturbing giggle]

Shaun: [choking on tears] It... it's fine. It's really fine. Things might look bad right now, but... but it'll get better as long as we stick together. ...It's going to be fine.

Jack?: [menacing] You promised to sing my music for me, remember? You promised to never leave me or forget me... You promised to always love me just as much as I love you... and those promises can never be broken.

Will you give in to the phantom's temptations?

Jack: If I am the phantom, it's because I was buried and forgotten.

Jack: If I am to be saved… it's because your love redeems me.

Or is it better to leave him forgotten?

Jack: [shouting, unhinged] This is the point of no return!

Jack: [ragged breathing, swallows hard] [whispered, desperate] Please... P-please. Don't leave me like this...

The Phantom of

Sunny Day

Jack

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack Fangame Project

Coming Soon I

[April Fool's Skit]

Leaf: Hmm… What day is it today again?

Yuki: Today is [redacted], I think.

Yuki: Although… I feel like we're missing something too.

EC: IT'S APRIL FOOLS, BITCHES!!!11!1!111

Kristella: You didn't actually think this was real did you?

Potato: Gosh, how embarrassing~

Lonsii: Looks like all that hard work paid off.

Prima: Even if it's just a prank, you all enjoyed it, right?~

Sauce: Zoo-wee-mama.

Everyone: HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!!!!111!!1!!11

[Click, the tape is stopped.]

Barry: No, no, no. [tisk] Cut the music.

Barry: This is all wrong.

Barry: Scrap it all and start over from the beginning. And make sure it's actually good this time!

Barry: [exasperated sigh] [mutters] Amateurs.

[Click of tape playing.]

[Credits]

BASED ON THE CONCEPT CREATED BY

SgtSemiSauce (@VoltagiumXO)

PRODUCED & DIRECTED BY

EC (@ThisisEClmao)

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER

Potato (@enthusted_ubi)

FEATURING THE VOICES OF

Maus (@NaughtyMaus)

Sunny Day Jack

LewdZaxk (@LewdZaxk)

Shaun Durand-Cofer

Ben Sinning

Ian Duff

LewdZaxk (@LewdZaxk)

Shaun Durand-Cofer

Midnight Blu (@MidnightBlu11)

Nicolas "Nick" Herraras

Reece Bridger (@Reece_Bridger)

Barry

WRITTEN BY

Yuki Dragon (@theyukidragon)

VOICE DIRECTOR

Yuki Dragon

SOUND EDITOR

Yuki Dragon

STORYBOARDED BY

Potato

COSTUME DESIGN BY

Lonsii (@Alonsy_Nah)

ILLUSTRATOR

CG's lineworks by

EC and Potato

CG'S coloring by

POTATO

Potato

SgtSemiSauce

Leaf (@luckycloverNB)

ASSETS & LAYOUT DESIGNER

VIDEO EDITOR

Ting (@ting4114)

VISUAL CONSULTANT

Prima (@primarvelous)

Leaf

Prima (@primarvelous)

Kristella-lav (@kristella_lav)

SgtSemiSauce

Leaf

BASED ON

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack

AND

The Phantom of the Opera

SPECIAL THANKS TO

The Snaccpop Studios Team (@SnaccPop)

AND ESPECIALLY

All the fans of Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack who encouraged this project. The game might have been a prank, but we made this video with love for all of you. We hope you enjoyed it.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #The Phantom of Sunny Day Jack #Transcript #Vimeo

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randomyuu · 7 months

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(A)void - A fanart

OH MY GOOOOOD

This fic, (A)void by tafih ignites my love for Yuuji to a whole new level.

A platonic reader insert??? Focusing on Reader’s love for Yuuji while adopting every kid as time goes? Sign. Me. The. Fuck. Up.

Chapter 1 had me floored. The way Mirei (the reader) is introduced to the class, how Mirei noticed Yuuji, and slowly realising she really, really loves Yuuji is just—fuck. I love all these moments.

And after Yuuji ate Sukuna, the pain she felt knowing the distance that grew between them, I felt that too. My goodness, Mirei mirrored my feelings for Yuuji a bit too well it’s kinda scary.

Always contemplating whether I should adopt him or be his best friend instead. Or both.

Gosh, the things I would do for this boy.

Okay, now my thoughts during drawing :D

Reader-insert is always a tricky thing to draw. I always pictured them as either an OC or a grey androgynous character with “Y/N” on their face. So to draw this character, that can be relatable to any reader, is really tricky. I never really inserted myself into a reader-insert fic, always saw them as their own entity, so it’s hard to decide on their appearance.

Even with all the descriptions present in the fic, I still struggle. Also I have to look up Japanese teacher summer outfits with appropriate hairstyles, etc etc because I can’t fully trust anime as my point of reference lmao

(I also rarely watch slice-of-life animes so I don’t have much stored reference in my brain to begin with lol)

Also, short sleeves are so hard to draw, wtf? I don’t understand _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

It took me multiple tries to decide on poses and appearances, but I think the end result is alright! Could be better, but I’m satisfied for now.

And then Yuuji. Man, I honestly don’t know if this boy is ambidextrous, right-handed or left-handed. I tried looking into some images and he has used both so honestly Idk. I just want to say forgive me for any inaccuracies in this drawing, both from JJK's standpoint and Japanese culture in general orz

It’s hard to research only in the English language. I shouldn’t have stopped my Duolingo lessons years ago ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

On another note, Ozawa is really cute! I didn’t expect I would have fun drawing her character. I thought it’d be Yuuji but no, it’s Ozawa! And also Wasuke. Currently I’m studying middle-aged male characters, so drawing him is just part of the practice!

On another, another, note, all of the drawn moments are my favourite ones in the first chapter. That chapter is my favourite so far, I honestly could read multiple chapters only with Mirei teaching in Yuuji’s school and interacting with the Itadoris. I love reading how Mirei slowly gets closer and closer to Yuuji and Wasuke so much.

I just—I could cry gushing about Yuuji and Mirei’s platonic relationship, it’s so cute, so heartwarming, got my soul buzzing in delight, just AAAAHHHHHH—

Aight, that’s it for now. I have reached a speechless state and no longer know what to say except incoherent screaming noises. See you next time!

#yuu's art #jjk-fic-fanart #jjk-gen #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #itadori yuuji #itadori wasuke #ozawa yuko #reader insert #reader #i adore this so much #platonic reader

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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What do you think Matty would be like in very early stage of relationship like before you make it official ?

Oh my gosh, I hadn’t really thought about this before. But….hmmm. Off the top of my head?

I think he would be very shy and soft. Like, he would be blushing every time you paid him a compliment or attempted to flirt or something. And would look at you with admiration and awe and be like “you really think so?” Or “really?” Like he can’t believe you like something about him.

After hanging out / going on,like, your second or third date, as he’s dropping you off/ walking you home he would be like “May I call you tomorrow? What time works best for you?”

He would text you later to tell you what a good time he had. When he does call, as promised, after the initial pleasantries and asking about your day, he would just be like “when can I see you again?” And you’d collaborate on planning the next date.

He will remember tiny details about things you like, things you’ve told him about yourself, important dates coming up for you. Like, maybe you mentioned growing up near a farm and liking ducks or something, so he gets you a toy duck the next time he sees you. Or you casually mentioned not being able to stay up late one evening cuz you had an important thing at work. You’ll wake up to a text from him wishing you luck on the work thing.

He’ll still be bold and hot about it though. Like he will look you dead in the eyes and say that he “can’t stop thinking about you.”

He’ll hold your hand when walking through crowded spaces.

He’ll fuss over every detail of his clothes or his hairstyle and change a million times and try out a different way of doing his hair and scrutinize everything about himself before the date, but when he shows up in his leather jacket and his jeans and bold shoes, he walks in with such confidence that it never occurs to you that this same man just spent the past 3 hours debating whether or not funny graphic tees from vintage stores were date appropriate.

He asks permission before touching you, if you’re at the kissing stage, he also asks for verbal consent before doing it cuz he doesn’t think you’re at a stage where just kissing you randomly is okay.

He asks really invested questions about your family, your best friend, pet, or anyone/anything that you’ve made clear is significant to you, and remembers the info. “Did your sister get that promotion she was stressed about?” “How’s your dad’s new golf hobby?” “Have your friend and her husband settled on a name for the baby yet? Aww that’s so cute!”

He’d willingly share his favorite books, authors, artists, music, etc with you and want to know your take on them if you also enjoy them/ know of them.

He’d get really heated about socio-political issues that he cares about and then apologize about it. “Not trying to be woke or whatever. That’s boring. You don’t want me explaining the world to you, right?” Lmao.

He’d tell you stories about the guys and smile to himself when you say stuff like “Adam…he’s the one with the baby, yeah? The dad?” “Ross is the bassist with the perfect smile and the perfect hair.” He’s Matty though so he’d be like “what am I then?”

“The short one.”

He’d lend you his jacket when going for a walk but also undermine the gesture by pointing out how cliche it is.

Mid-hang out, and for absolutely no reason, he’d tell you that he’s having the best time with you.

He’d smile to himself every time you text him or any time that he says your name out loud and the boys would tease him so much about it. “What can I say, I think I really like her…” he’d blush.

#matty concepts

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jokenotfunny · 2 years

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Eddie x platonic!experiment!reader

hii i haven’t been able to get this out of my head. so i decided to write it down 😊 also i needed this right now because the duffers have me messed UP

also this is my first time writing so 🫣

and another thing is being that i’m black, i envision the reader as black. but anybody could read this being that i won’t put anything physical appearance-specific other than reader’s hair, which she ends up growing to be similar to eddie’s but honestly i feel like any race can have that hairstyle just different textures so 🫶🏾

(reader is the same age as el being that they’re “sisters” and it’s pretty much a similar dynamic as dustin and steve because i love their dynamic so much 😭)

summary : pretty much the same plot of el meeting the boys and how they were when they first met except it’s reader and eddie

part 2 🤍

part 1 : how they met

- so you’re in the same friend group as dustin , lucas , mike etc.,

- but FIRST we of course need the backstory

- so. you were born in 1971 and lived a pretty ordinary life in Illinois until your parents could no longer handle things setting aflame or go flying across the room without you ever picking it up whenever you lost your temper.

- so after many calls, doctor’s appointments and evaluations (and maybe some attempted exorcisms 😧), you were finally referred to dr. brenner who (of course) was very quick to take you in and “help” you.

- a 3 year old you is now residing in hawkins national laboratory , where you met el, 008 (kali), and the very friendly orderly named Peter.

- now. fast forwarding to 1983, the year that you and 011 escaped hawkins lab and the year that will (🫶🏾) went missing.

- unfortunately not long after you two had left the lab together, you lost each other in the chaos of being in a new environment:(

- as you’re wandering around this new environment (being that you haven’t really been outside in years) you’re tired beat and bruised from wandering around in a forest for about 2 days (you’ve honestly lost count) and just want to find your sister.

- you’re starting to lose hope when you begin to hear an unfamiliar sound in the distance. it’s unlike anything you’ve ever heard before!

- it stimulates your ears in such a way that, little 12 year old you just can’t help but to follow it.

- as you being to get closer to this peculiar sound, you realize that you’re no longer in the woods, but are now on the outskirts of a trailer park .

- as you walk through this new place (fear at the back of your mind of being in a strange place at night nonetheless) determined to find the cause of this noise,

-you see in the distance a boy not much older than you sitting on a picnic table, holding a large object in his hand and- “oh my gosh, the noise is coming from that thing!“ you think as you slowly walk over.

- now from a 16 year old eddie’s pov, he knew that playing his guitar at 10 p.m wasn’t exactly ideal, but his uncle wasn’t home and he was bored ! and if any of his neighbors had a problem with it , especially mrs. nolan (that old hag) they could simply come outside and tell him to shut up. (not that he would listen.

- so when he heard footsteps coming towards him, he figured that’s exactly what was about to happen so imagine his surprise when he looked up and saw some kid in a hospital gown, with a shaved head and no shoes?! he was appalled!

- so back to you now.

- instead of being skeptical of the boy in front of you, you’re eyeing the weird thing in his hands, with caution. only being able to think “what is that?” “can it hurt me?” and “i want to keep hearing that sound”

- your thoughts now being cut off by this boy in front of you.

eddie : “ummm… hi?”

you : “🧍🏾‍♀️”

- eddie’s completely freaked out at this point becauseeeee who the hell is this??? is he about to get murdered??? is this what he gets for trying to antagonize that old ass mrs. nolan???

- so he slowly puts his guitar to the side and hops off the table

- of course you noticing this, which automatically puts you in fight or flight mode because this guy is bigger than you and could be just like papa and the bad men.

“hey, are you okay? do you need help? a-are you hurt or something?” he trails off noticing the cuts and bruises on your bare legs and the dried up blood under your nose.

- he remembered seeing on the news his uncle had it on over the past few days of kids being abused and/or abducted in nearby towns and immediately thought that this was the case. and being that this kid looked scared from just him getting up and walking towards them he figured that was the case.

“i-i’m not gonna hurt you i swear. what’s your name?”

“…”

- seeing you jump at the slightest sound and looking around frantically when other trailers lights began turning on at the previous commotion he figured they should probably go somewhere more private.

- he put his hands up to show that he meant no harm.

“you should come inside before anyone sees you, some neighbors’ll be quick to call the cops the second they see something weird so..”

- as you were about to run away the closer he got the sound of something howling in the distance made you jump towards him in fear and he decided it’d be best to lead you into the trailer and away from potential prying eyes. (damn mrs. nolan and her nosy ass)

- he held his hand out for you to take , which you did , as he guided you into his trailer.

- short time skip brought to you by eddie giving you clothes to change into (it was a short sleeved van halen shirt and sweatpants which is important information to know for later) and him completely freaking out when you tried to undress directly in front of him.

“oh my gosh, oh my gosh- what the hellll? don’t just do that!”

- of course at the sound of him raising his voice from the calm tone he was using before, you immediately cowered away from him, thinking you did something wrong.

“i’m sorry, it’s just… you shouldn’t just do… that. you know in front of people especially guys you don’t know. get it?” he said repeating the movements you had previously done.

“so i’ll be right outside this door andd you just knock when you’re finished changing okay?” awkwardly putting his thumbs up and not even waiting for an answer before he walked out and closed the door behind him

another timeskip to you and eddie now sitting at his dining room table, as he tried to get you to answer his questions while having you eat some left over pizza, that he had sitting out from several hours prior

- or just really say anything at all at this point

- he thought about taking the pizza from you if you didn’t answer his questions but you were really fucking it up (😭) and he was absolutely astonished

“have you never tried pizza before?”

- you slowly shook your head at him. but to him that’s progress so!

“soooo my name’s eddie. what’s your name?”

- when you just blankly stared at him while eating he figured this wasn’t going to be a very productive conversation until you set the slice down, held out your arm and pointed at the inside of your wrist.

-he saw what looked like ink on the inside part of your wrist.

“007?” what’s that mean?

when you pointed to yourself and softly said “me” he almost missed it.

“wait, i’m sorry. you? like your name is seven, like the numb-“ he stopped himself. starting to think that whatever or whoever this girl was involved with was wayyy beyond his original understanding.

- noticing that the topic was making you uncomfortable he decided to let you sleep for the night so they could hopefully talk more in the morning.

- the next morning he woke up to the sound of a guitar playing and saw you sitting on the floor in front of his bed, holding it the same way he was when you found him the night before. except you were just staring at it and tentatively pulling the strings and letting them snap against the wood.

- now normally seeing anybody handle any type of guitar, (especially his) like that would’ve sent him into an aneurysm. but the more he thought about it, the more he realized you probably didn’t know any better as crazy as it sounded to him.

“you like it?” he asked.

- having not heard him get up or notice him sit down next to her she jumped and quickly put it down on the floor

“i’m sorry” you said looking down in shame at touching his stuff without asking. you just wanted to hear the pretty sounds from the night before

“hey it’s okay, i mean it is pretty cool isn’t it” he said picking it up off the ground and started playing the beginning of some song

“see, you don’t pull the strings like that,” he said replicating what you were doing minutes prior. “you go like this see?”

“play.. one from last night” you said

“what?” he asked, looking confused before whispering to himself “one from last night…oh! sorry.” he apologized because his slight outburst made her jump.

“the one from last night when you walked up to me! yeah?” she nodded

thus that led to a day’s worth of guitar lessons and showing you all of his favorite songs and bands as you listened intently and watched as he danced around to each song.

“like the shirt you’re wearing! van halen? see look .” he showed you each of the members and saying their names. “and last but certainly not least! eddie van halen!”

“eddie…that is your name 🫵🏾” you looked at him intently

“huh? oh! well i mean yeah, we have the same name but everybody knows that i’m the original of course.” he pshhed. trying not to get too excited at the fact that you were opening up to him more

- he then went on to show you black sabbath, metallica, and all of his favorites throughout the rest of the morning.

- the one that stuck out to you the most was “children of the grave” from black sabbath’s master of reality album. which also happened to be the one he was playing the previous night that you heard.

he figured you liked it a lot (when for some reason everytime he left the room and it neared the end of the song it would start rewinding even though he swore he never saw you get uo to rewind it.) to the point where he put the tape into one of his (too many) walkman’s and let you listen to it in your ears instead of out loud.

- he didn’t want any noise complaints from that goddamn, old ass, mrs. nolan (no seriously what is his beef with her 🗿) and for her to call the police

he also told you the story of ozzy osbourne biting the head off of a bat with a very enthusiastic reenactment of it.

“gosh that shit was so metal” he said nostalgically.

“metal?” you repeated

“yeah.. it means like hardcore you know, but in a good way! metal 🤟🏻” he said sticking his tongue out

“ metal 🤟🏾” you said copying him and his hand gesture making him chuckle.

“so we should think of some nicknames for you, because i don’t really think we should walk around calling you seven, huh?” he seemed to be thinking really hard, putting his hand to his chin in a “🤔” way. you copying him as you stared at each other.

“sev? that sounds cool or how abouttttt van! you know because of the van halen shirt i gave you. or! how about dio or ozzy! from black sabbath! but since you’re a girl, how about dia or ozz!” he rambled enthusiastically

- you just nodded your head yes to each of them. making eddie burst out laughing much to your confusion.

“well i think you deserve an award for being the bearer of so many names milady.” he jumped up and jogged into his room before coming back with something behind his back.

“butttt since i have no medals or trophies to give you, i figured this should be good.” he said handing you his walkman with the children of the grave cassette tape in it.

“consider it a gift from “the great sir eddie munson” he said bowing theatrically making you laugh as he showed you wear to connect it to your outfit and how to operate it.

you stayed with eddie for about 3 or 4 days. and eddie being eddie, figured that you were more important than school at the moment so he just simply… didn’t go.

- he taught you how to do things that he considered basic life skills.

playing children of the grave on guitar

headbanging without hair | he was real adamant on that one because :

“imagine when you finally do get hair, you’ll be a fucking pro kid, i’m tellin ya!”

“fucking pro!” you repeated determinedly

“oooh umm don’t say that! don’t say that!”

he even took you to main street for a few hours. (but not without an amazing disguise of course ;)

now when his uncle finally came home early one day he wasn’t too pleased with the finding out that eddie had been skipping school. that disappointment was quickly replaced with confusion, at walking in and seeing a young girl with a buzz cut in his nephew’s clothes sitting at their table while eddie looked to be enthusiastically explaining “that damned board game” (dungeons and dragons) to her.

“h-hey uncle wayne, um i can explain everything , this is seven-“

“i think we should talk son. now”

without giving him a chance to explain, wayne dragged eddie to his room, slamming the door behind them, leaving you in the dining room by yourself, where you could only listen to the back and forth between the two.

“what the hell is going on eddie!?”

“listen she came up a few nights ago wearing some hospital clothes, and-and-and with a bunch of cuts and bruises, man! she needed help! he confessed

“then you call the police edward!-“

“jesus christ” eddie rolled his eyes, “since when are they any help!” he wasn’t actually asking, because he knew exactly how much “help” they could be

“i’m sure chief hopper would be glad to help her get back to where she needs to be, but she can’t just stay here!

“why not!?”

“ ”why not”?! they could think that you kidnapped this girl! or worse you could be harboring a damn fugitive for all we know!-“

“i didn’t! and a fugitive?! seriously? she’s a child! i- this is unbelievable!” you heard the door open back and eddie stomp back into the dining room where you were with his uncle trailing right behind him.

as they continued to argue in front of you, and the argument continued to get more and more heated , a moment passed where wayne raised his hands to put his face in his palms but you were too quick to react, thinking that he was going to put his hands on eddie and raised your hand, sending wayne flying across the room and hitting the wall with a loud and strong thud that shook the trailer.

- as you realized what you just did and touched the blood that began to drip from your nose eddie started to yell.

“oh my god! jesus h. christ! what the fuck was that man!” he looked over at you with what looked like fear on his face, before he ran to his uncle to make sure he was okay, as his uncle just stared at you in pure shock.

“i-i thought he was going to hurt you, i didn’t mean too i’m sorry!” you yelled and before they could respond you panicked and ran out of the trailer.

“sev! sev, wait it’s okay! you don’t have to run!” eddie yelled once he overcame the initial shock and confusion of what just happened, as he ran after you. but by the time he got outside you were nowhere to be seen.

2 weeks had passed and eddie looked for you non-stop when he wasn’t in school, but no sign of you. and all the hype was currently around looking for the byers kid who was reported missing the day after he met you.

- he would’ve thought he had just made you up in his imagination if not for the slight dent in the wall from where his uncle flew into. but what really reminded him of you being real was when one day his uncle came home with something for him

- eddie was sat on his bed retuning his guitar, when his uncle came and leaned against the doorway.

“hey eds i’m ‘bout to head out, try not to stay up too late alright?”

“okay. have a good night.” he said without looking up from what he was doing.

- you see eddie hadn’t spoken about what happened that day, since that day, so ultimately wayne didn’t either, not exactly knowing what to say about it. therefore they didn’t really have any type of conversation since that day.

“and um, i haven’t been able to catch ya but,” he tossed a manila folder next to him. “garrett from the photo shop caught me at the grocery store the other day, gave me that, said you never came to pick those up so he asked me to bring ‘em to ya.”

“i don’t remember developing any pictures but, thanks wayne, i’ll look at them.” giving a half-hearted smile before going back to what he was doing.

“alright kid, see ya later” wayne said walking out.

- the second eddie heard the front door close , and his uncle pull off in his car, he hung his guitar up and picked up the folder.

- he opened it, pulled out the prints, and his eyes widened as they immediately teared up, nearly breaking down at the sight before him.

- a picture of you and him at the general store sat in his hands the both of you doing the 🤟🏾pose he taught you with your tongues out.

- now he wasn’t only crying because he was upset that you were gone possibly forever and without a goodbye

- and because you were probably out there thinking he hated you

- he was also crying of relief at the fact that he wasn’t crazy and that you actually exist and that he had proof of it

- now this wasn’t proof to show you off or anything, he didn’t even plant on showing anybody the picture

- but proof that he had met what he thinks was the coolest kid ever and could only hope that you were doing okay wherever you ended up.

- he quickly grabbed a marker and wrote on the back of the print “eddie & van nov. 1983” pinning it next to where he would hang his guitar.

- eddie was happy that he had something to remember you by, being that he didn’t think he would ever see you again.

- and he didn’t. see you again that is. and you didn’t seem him either

.- not for another 3 years at least.

- but that’s a story for another time i guess 🤭

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x platonic!reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x poc reader

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redrumrose · 8 months

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OC question for you! What inspired you to create your main guys? Did they have any previous incarnations before they became the characters you have today?

Aw heck yeah! The main crew is inspired by a bunch of different things and kind of fell into place gradually. Mainly, I've always been super interested in "The Atomic Age" and I love mad scientist characters ^^ Alot of them are inspired by things happening in the era as well! (the rise of a new science, hippies, glamour, cowboys, dangerous kids toys, etc. xDD)

Dmitri definitely had a few versions of himself at first xD Originally his story actually took place in the 80s (cause I was really inspired by Stranger Things and Alexei's character xDD). He was also a lot crueler and worked by himself (Sunny wasn't his assistant yet). In his original design he also wore a gas mask with his suit (I wanted it to be that you never saw his face until the very end of the story).

BUT all that changed for many different reasons. One was I had another mad scientist whose story took place in the 80s (Anton and Aubrey), and I didn't want 2 stories to take place in the same era, so I changed Dima's to the 60s (I was more interested in that time period anyway haha). Also at the time I first designed Dmitri, a few months later a popular cartoon pilot came out, and by complete coincidence, a character in there looked similar to him (gas mask with suit and everything). I had to redesign him, I was so pissed too haha xDD But with his design change, I also wanted his story and character to be more fun as well (and less serious), which I think suits him alot better. So thankfully it was all change for the better! ^o^

Sunny also changed a bit from his first version. When I first created him (years and years ago pffft) he was just an artsy beatnik.

He was still very kind and sweet, he also still had his strange hippie parents, but he wasn't a scientist. I'd found an old sketchbook full of old little one off comics I made of him and remembered I still loved his design, so I revamped him a bit and made him an entomologist.

Then somewhere along the line, I wanted Dmitri to have an assistant and figured why not him, and the rest is history haha.

Lastly Chayne was another character that had a big glow up xD

I don't think I've mentioned it before, but Chayne and Sunny were originally created together.

His name was Jaime at first and he was also a beatnik type character xDD But he was always Sunny's friend, a 'bad kid' pffft, a wise ass, and he always had a missing eye xD (I think I was inspired by the emo hairstyle, covering one eye, and thought it would be funny to have a twist to that with a character xDD) As I was developing Dmitri and Sunny's story I wanted ONE more mad scientist and figured bringing Sunny's best friend back. When changing him, I knew I wanted his science to compliment Sunny's a bit, and what better thing to go with bugs then plants. I didn't want a 'Seymour' or even 'Poison Ivy' type plant character though, so I went with a theme in plants we rarely ever see, cacti and desert plants. And with that came his western theme x3 I changed his name too to try and reference "Sonny and Cher" (so Sunny and Chayne) xD Jaime is his middle name now xDD

Oh my gosh I wrote an essay haha (sorry for that ^^;) I could go on all day about character creation and development.

#gaaah also sorry for the late response!!!#I wanted to grab all my old images of them xD #this was a fun trip down memory lane haha #dmitri #sunny #chayne

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lloydmustache · 1 year

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Literally someone I chat with saw this on the capoteera blog just now.

An anon sent this ask to her page.

Meg oh my gosh thank you for finding and posting the Tara pins, we needed more chaos today over the pr blogs saying that Chris is a taxi from NY to mass to NY to LA to Mass to Portugal to Albas ass. I can't wait for the wedding! Please find more if you can! 💍💍💍

Like WTF?! These people are crazy, psychotic, unhealthy, bored, etc. Idk what else, the list goes on.

These people are really insane and bored.

If Tara has a pin with some wedding/bridal hairstyles or make-up it has NOTHING to do with AB. It can be a passion she has for makeup and hairstyles.

Also if people would do some researches before talking about nonsense they would have seen that

1. The hairstyle pins are from a week ago.

2. She has another board from 8 months ago, for A FRIEND'S WEDDING, and it's not Alba. (I ain't sharing the woman's name)

3. The makeup board is like some time old too.

Literally nothing really fresh and new.

Just there people are really crazy. They should do some research before going to blogs and talk

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arrowflier · 10 months

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Hiiiii. Peeking out of my hidey-hole to do @celestialmickey's tag game 4 days later after not posting for months. Thanks @vintagelacerosette for the tag

name: Arrow

age: 32

pronouns: she/they

tell me about one of your hobbies: Most of my hobbies fall into the "making things" category, and right now I'm crocheting some baskets to store my craft gear

what languages do you speak? English, tiny bit of German, even tinier bit of Spanish

one of your comfort movies: Return of the King

do you have any kids? do you want any? No and probably not.

cold weather or hot weather? COLD. I can always add layers but I cannot take off my skin.

you're at an amusement park. what ride are you going on first? A water ride, like log flume! Or a really twisty coaster.

what's your go-to hairstyle/how do you wear your hair most days? Braided or clipped up.

who was your top artist in your spotify wrapped/apple music replay in 2022? Don't use it!

you've just been handed $1000 but you have to spend it on clothes. where are you shopping? Oh gosh, I'm too lazy to go shopping but maybe I'd hit up something local for once

wireless or corded headphones? I finally gave in and got bluetooth earbuds because my new phone doesn't have a headphone jack, and you know what I love them

finally, tell me something that sparks joy: Being back in my hometown and not working weekends anymore!

#maybe coming back now?#kinda?#I've missed you all!

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swampstew · 1 year

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Blind Date Event - Marco X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @marco--the--phoenix I hope you enjoy your date night ;)

Mostly fluff, SFW with mild suggestion, Marco X Male reader, first blind date experience. WC: 1.1K Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

You took a deep breath as you sat at the beachside bar with your blind date. Marco, famed physician of Doctors Beyond Borders, had signed up for the same matchmaking event as you and you could not believe your luck! You only had a day to get ready for your date when you got your matchmaking packet, complete with different ice breakers and conversation starters.

Marco was reading over his pamphlet with a crooked smile, his fingers tapping the table. The bartender handed you a glass of tequila sunrise and a glass of sex on the beach for the blonde. It amused you how his hairstyle made him look like a pineapple, it was so cute.

“_____ I think we can go off script here. We’re both adults, we can hold a conversation without resorting to ‘never have I ever,’ don’t you think-yoi?”

You take a long sip of your beverage, “I agree, however I can’t help but wonder why you wouldn’t want to play. Have you done everything or…nothing at all?” you teased lightly.

His cheeks turned pink as he let out a light laugh. “Can’t spill all my secrets on the first date. I’m not THAT easy-yoi!”

That was how your night went. Full of laughter, shameless flirting, food, and good drinks. He told you about his work/life balance and background as you listened voraciously, eating up all his words. Sharing some of his favorite locations and bars that he frequents overseas. You also share more about yourself with him. You weren’t famous or a frequent flier like he was but he didn’t judge or care. In fact, he immediately offered to take you to his favorite country if you ever felt the need to just pack a bag and get away for a little while. He has a LOT of paid time off to burn. You were pleased to find that you both shared a lot in common.

Marco is so easy to get along with, you felt a little silly for how flustered and nervous you felt earlier. Yeah you felt intimidated when this doctor who’s been featured in many news outlets from various countries was paired with you. You never anticipated that the date would go this well. You sneaked yourself a pinch to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You weren’t!

You picked up your replenished glass but before you could drink, Marco took your hand and inspected the raised welt.

“Are you having an allergic reaction or did you catch a splinter-yoi?” waving at the bartender to ask for a napkin and water. “I have a medical kit in my car if you just wait a moment-yoi.”

You shook your head, “No it’s not what you think. I was uh…oh gosh its embarrassing to admit out loud but I was making sure I wasn’t dreaming.” Now your face turned red.

Marco didn’t laugh at you or ridicule you. The warm smile on his face never wavered.

“Is that so-yoi? Well here, please,” he turned his palm downwards. “Pinch me. I hope I don’t wake up alone in my bed, that would kill my spirit-yoi.”

You gave him a light pinch, which he dramatically acted as if you had grievously wounded him.

“Well, there you have it _____. Not dreaming, thank the gods-yoi!”

“Thank the gods,” you agree. Your eyes glance over the pamphlet under his drink. “Marco, if you had to describe yourself in one sentence, what would say?”

He gave you an amused look, one eyebrow cocked as he thought your question over. “A lover of life, a caretaker to all, and always free as a bird-yoi. And you?”

“Here for a good time, not a long time.”

He motioned for you to raise your glass with him. “Here’s to a good time,” and the two of you toasted.

You suppressed a laugh as you watched him not-so-subtly pocket the bar’s coasters.

“Are you a kleptomaniac or does being a doctor not pay very much?” you teased.

Marco tilted his head back as he laughed. “No nothing like that. Ah you caught me-yoi. It may seem silly, but I like to collect bar coasters from new bars I visit and really like. Tonight, I really liked this bar but not because of the food or drink-yoi. I really enjoyed our date,” he plucked one coaster from his pocket. “Here, a keepsake for you to commemorate our first date-yoi.”

“This is sweet, I really our night together too” you say in an excited manner, quickly putting it with your belongings. “Now we’ll have to steal another one so you can have a matching set!”

Marco put his hand over yours, “well _____, that won’t really be necessary. If you’ll allow me to take you on a second date, or even a third date, I feel confident that I won’t need to steal another. Not when you’ll be in possession of my second half-yoi,” he smiled warmly at you.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat, nor your free hand as it abandoned your glass and shot to your hair. Grasping a lock to twirl flirtatiously.

“Here is your drink special, sir,” the bartender dropped off two drinks in front of you both, lighting them up. Both glasses were topped with blue fire as the vodka lit up. Your eyes widened with excitement.

“I call this little number, the Phoenix Rises-yoi,” he said smoothly. He intertwined your arms so they were linked for you to drink. “In the morning, you’ll rise from the ashes with no hangover.”

“If I’m lucky, I won’t be rising alone,” you barely whisper. Marco almost spills his drink, grin slowly forming on his face.

Since you both drank so much, Marco suggested you walk along the shore and drink water. You were definitely drunk so you were skipping through the tide, kicking up water and getting sand all over your legs. Marco joined you for a time before bringing out a duffel bag from his car. Inside, materials for a small bonfire, blankets, towels, more water and protein snacks. The fire lit your faces as you carried on with your date, well past the social hour but neither of you cared. You ended up playing those silly ice breaker games. You don’t remember falling asleep but you must have at some point because the next thing you know—

You woke up, slightly shivering as you nestle to the warm body next to you. Marco stirred, looking at you with sleepy eyes.

“Cold-yoi? C’mere,” he pulled you into his chest, not quite rising from the blanket as the rays of dawn peaked over the horizon. Turns out, you didn’t rise alone after all.

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