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k-germsworld · 8 months

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Vacation

Sowon x M!reader

Double penetration

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One day, Sowon goes on a trip to Thailand to relax. But in fact, she wanted to come to Thailand to see if she could find any special event there.

When Sowon arrived in Thailand, she hurried to take a taxi to the hotel. When you come to a tropical country, you must swim to cool off the heat. So Sowon changed into her swimsuit.

Sowon took photos of her most beautiful moments while sitting under a sun lounger by the pool. A man sitting on the side saw this beautiful woman and wanted to strike up a conversation, but he looked carefully and found that she was Sowon. The boy shyly tried to say hello to Sowon. "Hi, Sowon ssi. I'm Paul from Malaysia. I've been supporting you since you were Gfriend. By the way, are you traveling alone?" Sowon also replied politely to Paul. "Thank you for your support. Yes, I am traveling by myself, how about you?" "I am traveling with a friend of mine." Sowon nodded with a smile. Sowon kept his eyes on Paul's figure and his slightly bulging trousers. Sowon noticed Paul's pants and noticed that Paul was starting to get an erection. Sowon knew that Paul had an erection because of her. After a simple conversation, Sowon would like to invite Paul to her room tonight for a meal and chat. Just when Paul wanted to agree, Paul's friend came over.

"Hey Shawn, I'm here," Paul said to his friend. Shawn walked in their direction. Paul introduced each other to each other, but Shawn didn't listen to what Paul was saying at all, he only heard this beautiful woman named Sowon. Because the moment Shawn saw Sowon, his eyes began to squint at Sowon's Body. Sowon didn't mind Shawn looking at her body, because Sowon was also looking at Shawn's body. Sowon looked at Shawn's figure up and down, and told Paul that he could also bring his friends over to have a meal and chat tonight. Just after Paul shyly agreed to Sowon's invitation, Sowon left.

"Eh.... Paul, Sowon is so beautiful and has such a hot body!! If I could, I would love to know how horny Sowon would be in bed. I really want to fuck Sowon!!! Don't you want to, Paul?" Shawn Said.

"Don't talk nonsense, she is an idol, not just someone casually." Paul retorted. Not long after the two quarrelled, the time also ushered in the evening.

In the evening

"Ding dong..." The doorbell at the door of the hotel room rang. As soon as she opened the door, the beautiful Sowon stood in front of them. Sowon is wearing sexy black lace lingerie. The sexy lingerie showed Sowon's body very sexy, and the lingerie held up Sowon's tits very big, and it also made Sowon's feet very long.

Sowon woke up the two who were fascinated by her figure, "Have you seen enough? Come in!"

After being reminded by Sowon, the two men who came back to their senses followed Sowon's footsteps and entered the room. Entering the room, Paul observes the whole room, which is very beautiful and bigger than the room he booked himself. Shawn didn't care how beautiful this room was, because the most beautiful thing for Shawn was Sowon. Shawn's eyes never left Sowon after he stepped into the room. Shawn kept looking at Sowon's ass shaking from walking and her beautiful long legs. It can be said that Shawn's mind is now thinking about how to fuck Sowon.

Although Sowon invited them to her room to have dinner and chat together, Paul noticed that there was no food on the table. Just when Paul wanted to ask, Sowon said, "Do you want to fuck me?" Paul was startled by Sowon's words. Paul doesn't want to fuck Sowon out of respect since he's always been a Sowon fan. Instead, Shawn couldn't wait to take off his pants, because he wanted to fuck Sowon from the moment he saw Sowon in the morning. Right now for Shawn.

Paul has been trying to stop Shawn from doing this, but Shawn is already trapped in Sowon's body. Shawn's hands went from tits to waist, and from waist to pussy. Shawn's cock hardened as he touched Sowon. Of course Sowon didn't miss the chance, and Sowon's hand started to touch Shawn's fully erect cock.Sowon's slender fingers touched his thick cock, and Shawn felt great. Afterwards, Sowon knelt down and started giving Shawn a blowjob.

When Paul watched Sowon blowjob Shawn, Paul's cock was already erect, but because he liked Sowon so much, he didn't feel any lust at all. Shawn saw that Paul was still in a daze, so he brought Sowon to Paul. Sowon also wisely took off Paul's pants. Paul's fully erect cock was displayed in front of Sowon. Sowon took Paul's cock in his mouth without hesitation. And Shawn watched Sowon's mouth already blowjob Paul, so he thrust his cock into Sowon's pussy from behind. Now two men are stuffing both of Sowon's holes. Since Shawn just wanted to fuck Sowon, when he fucked her hole, he thrust very hard, causing Sowon to make frequent lustful moans while sucking Paul. With Paul's lewd eyes and sexy moans as he watched Sowon suck him, Paul couldn't care less about respect. Paul's sensuality completely overwhelmed his rationality now, and he started fucking Sowon too. Paul put his hand on Sowon's head and began to move his cock back and forth to thrust Sowon's mouth. Paul also finally experienced Sowon's powerful blowjob skills.

Shawn felt Sowon's pussy was so tight while fucking Sowon, causing him to cum inside Sowon not long after. Sowon wanted to stop Shawn from cumming inside, but his mouth was fucked by Paul's cock, so he couldn't stop him in time. After Shawn cums for the first time, he sits on the bed and rests. After Paul also stopped fucking her mouth, he walked behind Sowon and put his dick into her pussy from behind. Since Shawn had just creampied Sowon, Sowon's pussy was filled with Shawn's hot semen. And the hot cum made Sowon's pussy extra wet, so it was very easy for Paul to thrsut deep inside. Paul's restless hand began to touch Sowon's very hot body until he touched Sowon's tits. Paul freed Sowon's tits from the constraints of her pajamas. Paul's hands kept ravaging Sowon's tits and teasing Sowon's nipples. Paul's frenzied behavior got Shawn's cock hard again when he should have been tired. Shawn masturbates while watching his friend fuck Sowon. Sowon moaned loudly with every thrust of Paul's.

Sowon looked at Shawn who was masturbating, she motioned for Shawn to come over to her side. After Shawn heard this, he walked up to Sowon. Sowon kissed Shawn and started to help Shawn masturbate. Sowon is now sandwiched between two men, Shawn kissing her in the front and her hand helping Shawn masturbating; Paul in the back is fucking Sowon for his final sprint, and his hand is still in the touching Sowon's tits. After Paul fucks a few more times, he cums a lot of cum in Sowon's pussy. After Paul got his cock out of Sowon's pussy, Shawn quickly pushed Sowon onto the bed. They were still kissing passionately. Shawn put Sowon's legs on his shoulders to get better access to Sowon's G-spot. Every thrust of Shawn can hit Sowon's G-spot, which makes Sowon feel very good.

And Paul didn't just sit around and wait any longer, he put Sowon's hand on his cock and let Sowon stroke Paul's dick. Soon, Sowon squirted. Shawn stopped thrusting and let Sowon completely shoot out her squirts. Sowon's squirt drenches the hotel bed and Shawn's cock unsurprisingly holds Sowon's squirt. Both Shawn and Paul started putting the cock in front of Sowon. Sowon also gave them both blowjobs without any fatigue. Shawn's cock was full of Sowon's urine smell. Although Sowon was a little concerned at first, she didn't mind so much after giving Shawn a blowjob. While Sowon is giving a blowjob with her mouth, she'll be touching the other's cock with her hand. Sowon is so skillful making both of them want to cum very quickly. Before long, Paul and Shawn are about to cum, and they start taking where they want to cum. Paul aimed his cock at Sowon's horny face and stroked it quickly. Finally, a load of cum shot from Paul's cock onto Sowon's face. Shawn, on the other hand, aimed at Sowon's body. Shawn cummed so much that in addition to Sowon's body, even Sowon's tits had Shawn's cum. Sowon licked both of their cocks clean to repay them both for giving her so much cum. Although it was said to help lick it clean, Sowon got them to cum again. This time both of them cum in Sowon's mouth.

The two of them fucked Sowon all night and both of them cummed 4 times or more. Sowon lay limp on the bed, while Paul and Shawn had already returned to their room. Sowon's body was covered with their semen, and a lot of semen flowed out of her pussy. There was also a little semen coming out of the corner of the mouth. If you smell Sowon carefully, you will smell the sweat and semen all over Sowon.

#gfriend smut #gfriend sowon smut #sowon smut #kim sojung smut

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weirdmarioenemies · 3 months

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Name: Bopapodamus

Debut: Donkey Kong Country Returns

Nowadays lots of people have played Super Mario Bros. Wonder and met Hoppo, the funny bouncy hippo. To this I say, PAH! Back in my day we had a DIFFERENT funny bouncy hippo to platform around, and it never even got any high-quality PNG official artwork! And we liked it! We liked it because we were playing a good game. Our enjoyment was not affected by whether a Bopapodamus image had a transparent background.

That little Cranky Kong joke there made me realize, it's been a while since the release of DKCR. So I checked, and the time between then and now is LONGER than the time between Donkey Kong (arcade) and Donkey Kong Country 1! What the heck! I don't like that! The DK from Returns could have become a new Cranky in that time, and the old Cranky could have died! Died and been sent to the glue factory, where they make Gorilla Glue®!

Anyway, Bopapodamus. Like many of the Retro Studios DKC enemies, it is pretty much just a cartoon animal, which there's nothing wrong with! But it does make a lot of them less interesting to talk about. THIS cartoon hippo, though, is found in the forest, and clings to the top of poles! That's ridiculous! A fun zoology fact is that hippos cannot do that. Hippo feet are already not at all suited for clinging to things, but Bopapodamus even has ELEPHANT feet. Even less capable of cling! At least hippos have movable toes!

The obvious question here is: why is a hippo clinging to the top of the pole? To solve this conundrum, we must think of real animals whose lifestyles involve clinging to something in the forest... like ticks! They may be relatively harmless to a (comparatively) small gorilla, but just imagine if a really BIG gorilla walked by. A gorilla the size of the moon, just strolling by. Bopapodamus just needs to grab onto its hair as it passes by, and then it can slurp blood without being noticed!

"Bopapodamus" is a silly name. Retro Studios loves to use the word "bop" in these games! It's in one Returns level name, and two Tropical Freeze level names! I must admit it is a good word for what happens when DK jumps on an enemy. They do indeed get Bopped! I am thankful to not get bopped by a gorilla, in my everyday life! It doesn't sound like something I would like.

#bopapodamus #donkey kong country returns #donkey kong country #donkey kong #donkey kong enemies #mario #mario enemies #mod chikako

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marsosims · 5 months

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hi, hello! hope you have a wonderful day and lots of fun with the new pack! i was wondering how to decorate/build in the new world to make it realistic bc i want to lean into the whole SEA flair without making too sterotypical i hope you know what i mean lol so some help from someone who's filipino like yourself would mean lots for me!!

Before I answer this question, I'd just like to preface that I am NOT an expert and I'm just sharing my personal thoughts and ideas :)

marsosims' tips to decorating tomarang builds

Use references. I think this is probably the most important tip that I can tell you. Use references, you won't regret it! Whether it's from google earth, Pinterest, or even drawings - you have a TON of reference materials!

Here are some illustrations: Top image is a still from the movie, "Hayop Ka!", Bottom left from Arlo Jhan Bayot, Right from Albert Tan

Here are some pictures - these ones are more or less middle class, but some shared characteristics between most of them are bright walls (usually cement, wood, and the occasional fake brick wall), fenced in yards (if you could call them that), wrought iron, and most importantly, plants.

PLANTS. GO CRAZY. SEA countries are located in the tropics, which means that they have very diverse foliage... SO like go wild if you want to (especially if building in the more rural part of Tomarang). People will also have a lot of potted plants, like:

(Bougainvilleas are usually a favorite - idk if the sims has any like it?)

OPEN LAYOUT FLOORPLANS. Most houses are open concept, and hallways for residential buildings are pretty rare in my opinion.

Another thing to note are dirty kitchens, which are basically outside kitchens that you do all of your cooking so that the smell doesn't stick to your things (this is important because as I said - most houses are open concept). Cooking inside is also pretty unpleasant because SEA COUNTRIES ARE HOTTTT.

Use tiles. With interiors, I'd say that it usually varies but a staple in most homes are tiled floors, because they are cool (not in a fashion way and more a literal way) and are resistant to floods.

I almost never see people have wooden floors unless the house was an ancestral house or the house is on the cheaper side (but even then, I usually see cement or tiled floors). If you do see some wooden floors, my bet is that they're one of those cheap linoleum / vinyl ones (idk what they are exactly)

I also never see people use carpets or rugs - probably a bit too much of a hassle to deal with (but they do exist!).

As for walls, they're usually just left as cement or wood. Wallpapers weren't all that popular until recently during the pandemic when people got bored and started putting up wallpapers ksdhbfsd

Use wooden furniture where possible! Plus points if you use glass somehow. Most things are wooden, and usually do not match with each other. It actually drives me crazy at home because none of the wood tones match, but it's comforting in a way. You can see an example of this on the image above. If things weren't made of wood, they were usually plastic :)

Display those trophies / certificates! Filipinos are VERY proud of their achievements. Feel free to display those trophies, certificates, etc. front and center of your homes, where guests can see them.

These are all the things I can think of! I'm sorry it's a little rambly kscfksdfh I tried my best o7

If you have any questions, feel free to shoot them my way. ALSOO I'd just like to reiterate that these are just based on my personal experiences and thoughts and not everything I say may not necessarily be true for every SEA person (or even Filipino). OK BYE

#marso #a #asks #building tips?#decorating tips?#idk

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ashesandhackles · 18 days

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10, 15, 24, and 26 please, pal :)

Thanks for the fun questions eithne :D

10. most enjoyable swear word in your native language?

For Hindi, going to concur with @padfootswhiskers and say "madarchod" (or even "behenchod" - sisterfucker- which you will hear often if you are in delhi) is very satisfying.

In Malayalam/Tamil - "mayir"(pubic hair) is one. But the odd one is "pulle' (which means grass. I always found this one hilarious - yelling at someone and calling them grass).

15. a saying, joke, or hermetic meme that only people from your country will get?

The meme everyone here will get is: "POOJA WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR?" And "HOW CAN SHE SLAP?"

Both from reality shows, and they were widely used as meme formats.

We have context based common sayings, such as - if you ask a really stupid question after every detail has been explained, we say something like, "Poori Ramayan khatam ho gayi (we finished the entire Ramayana)- and "you are asking this now?"

This particular bit is funny because the Indian epic of Ramayana is really LONG.

24. what other nation is joked about most often in your country?

Bangladesh. The influx of refugees from Bangladesh in the states of Bengal and Assam are quite contentious issues in those state's politics, but it is often dealt in jokes by rest of the country. (In the similar vein of the kind of jokes western countries would make about finding Indian cab drivers everywhere)

26. does your nationality get portrayed in Hollywood/American media? what do you think about the portrayal?

Yup. Well, I am generally quite tired of these things in Hollywood portrayals:

- we are not all Hindus, and not all Hindus worship Ganesha. I sometimes wonder whether this is because of the kind of class (which is also tied to caste) who can afford to move abroad.

- we are not all super religious. However, India is a country where religion is woven into the fabric of its culture - so those cultural markers are there.

- India is not just (outskirts of) Mumbai or Varanasi. India is a vast country - and we not only have the tropics, we, along with Nepal, Pakistan, house the belt of highest mountains in the world. Unless it's an explorer, I see very little interest in these parts of India. North East India gets very little attention on Bollywood itself (unless it's an indie movie), I don't know whether white people that part of Indian exists.

These are off the top of my head. I am sure there are more I have issues with.

I am not from US ask sets

#asks

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samkuchingdraws · 5 months

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A SON OF THE GOD FAUNUS XII Gouache, ink and pencil on brown paper.

I'm back! Took a couple of weeks vacation with a couple of friends up in Scotland and London after a business trip, and now returned to tropics before it got far too cold for me (though much to my disappointment, we missed the snow; would have loved to see some snow). Nevertheless, really really enjoyed ourselves, and I am especially in love with Skye! It's a beautiful part of the country and a joy to drive around. I ended up sketching this boi right here in the cabin we stayed up there, and now that I'm back, what else is there to do but paint it?

[edit 6 Dec 2023] Pose reference credit to The Pose Archives (twitter | instagram)

(photo on the right was taken at the Fairy Pools)

#satyr #faun #scotland #isle of skye #fairy pools #illustration #fantasy art #gouache #ink #pencil #traditional art #goat boy #artist on tumblr #artblr

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lilpunkrock · 1 year

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where you go (i will go) — part xi

Summary: Your resting hours take an unexpected turn. Empathy presents a defining moment. When Matthew gives you an idea, you decide to venture where you have never gone before.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x Fem!Reader

Words: 5.3k+

AN: Things are ramping up. Enjoy the chapter, my friends!

. . .

“Burning cities and napalm skies;

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes…

I’m scared, I’ve never fallen from quite this high;

Falling into your ocean eyes.”

ocean eyes, Billie Eilish

. . .

part xi

The prickle in your nostrils that coaxes you into alertness is beloved, familiar. The gentle sting of saltwater. Other senses spring to life after the first–the bright melody of seabirds singing above you, a plush warmth beneath the palms of your hands. Sand. When your eyelids flutter open, a robin’s egg sky greets you.

Slowly, you rise to your feet, patting remnants of sand off your clothing. Now, this is new, you think as you spin in a circle, drinking in your surroundings. The white gold sun above and green foliage of the mountains to your right tell you that you must be in your unconscious. After all, you know it’s winter in the Waking World.

As your gaze sweeps over the honey-gold beach stretching endlessly before and behind you, it occurs to you that there’s something familiar about this place. When your eyes turn to the Tiffany blue tide of the ocean to your left, it finally hits you—this place looks exactly like Dream Country’s shore. If Dream Country’s shore was crafted by a middle-aged mother in desperate need of a tropical vacation rather than a tall and broody Endless, that is.

It’s on pure instinct that you turn to face the opposite side of the beach. Where empty sand stood moments ago, there now stands a dark, slim figure with a shock of charcoal hair. There’s only one person you know who would wear leather lace-up boots to the beach. “Dream?” you call incredulously, squinting at his familiar figure through the brilliant sunlight.

The Dream Lord approaches you slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, seemingly impervious to the warm sun beaming down on the two of you. A fresh breeze swoops over the sea, ruffling his hair like raven’s feathers. Your eyes follow the movement carefully, observing the shuffle of the sand as his boots glide over it, the way the sunlight imbues his pointed nose and high cheekbones with the slightest hint of pink. As he comes to a stop before you, your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Am I dreaming?”

Dream’s dark brows curve upwards, partially disappearing under his wild hairline. “Was it not you who once told me that deities do not dream?” he responds.

Your lips fall into a hard line. “Touché. But this isn’t a memory, either…so, what is this?” Your gaze flickers from his face, to the sand at your feet, and back again. Tentatively, you kick up a spray of sand with the tip of your shoe. It peppers the pant leg of his black jeans ungracefully, but it does make contact. Curious now, you reach out to poke him once in the center of his chest. His sinewy form is surprisingly sturdy under your prod. “Are you even real?”

A lick of amusement flickers through his ocean blue eyes, as fleeting as a flame. “Was it not you who once said that, since you do not dream, I cannot intervene?”

His words give you pause. Because he’s right–that was what you’d told him the night you sat together on the beach, your soul battered and broken by the weight of your memories. The sentiment still made sense to you now. The level of unconsciousness that deities retreated into when in need of a recharge bore no dreams, no nightmares. It was a place between wakefulness and sleep. As the King of Dreams and Nightmares, he should have no dominion over this space.

“You do a lot of quoting me to be the real Dream. He prefers to kind of tell things like they are,” you comment, peering up at Fake Dream’s features curiously. For being a figment of your unconscious, he looked so real. Down to the dipped Cupid’s bow above his rosebud lips, the dimple at the tip of his nose, the capricious flare of his perpetual bedhead.

Your heart flutters at the perfection of these details, then clenches with the realization that it was you who must have soaked those details in, locking them up in some corner of your mind to be used here. Because, at the end of the day, this wasn’t a memory. You had never stood on a honey-gold beach with the Dream Lord by a Tiffany blue ocean.

After eons stuck reliving the last moments of your mortal life, why were your resting hours suddenly changing? First the shadow that had overtaken your memories, and now this. Did it have something to do with the shift that the Fates had described? The formation of the attachments between you and Dream? Your mind reels with possibilities. You shift your feet deeper in the sand in response, seeking to ground yourself. You could ponder the ‘how’ and the ‘why’ later. Right now, slipping into an unconscious free of memories felt like much more of a blessing than a problem.

“So, this is my unconscious playground, then. What are you doing here?”

Fake Dream’s brows rise higher at your question. “We are in your mind. Why do you have me here?”

His question sends a rush of blood flooding your cheeks. You suspect you know exactly why your imagination would have brought him here. A jolt of paranoia crackles through you as you wonder whether thoughts and feelings play aloud in an unconscious mind. Your eyes flicker through the air around the two of you, as if looking for thought bubbles. Fake Dream or not, you’d still rather him not know the truth. “Not important,” you say hastily, waving him off. “I’ve never had a choice like this before. It’s always been reliving memories or staying awake…so, what do we do?”

Fake Dream watches you thoughtfully. After a long pause, he dips his chin, saying, “You say you have never been given a choice. What would you like to do?”

Under the robin’s egg sky, you respond with a smile.

. . .

“And then they said a ‘darkness’ was coming, and that I needed to be very careful with my abilities and decisions. Said I needed to ‘choose wisely.’”

“Well, that’s some cryptic bullshit.”

Laughter rings through the open air of the grove as Matthew ruffles his feathers proudly from his perch on your knee. You beam up at him from where you lie in the grass, crossing your arms behind your head to make better eye contact with him. “Tell me about it. Cryptic bullshit is kind of what they’re known for, though.”

The lush flora and fauna of Fiddler’s Green paints a flawless masterpiece behind Matthew’s feathered form, his dark body standing in stark contrast to the scarlet phlox, baby pink Russell lupine, and pale baby’s breath flourishing around you. A fluttering monarch lands on a Black Eyed Susan mere feet away from your face, dipping its feet into the flower’s golden pollen. You smile at the sight.

“You have any idea what they might’ve been talking about?” Matthew asks, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes gleam like black marbles in the sunlight as he peers down at you curiously.

Did you have any idea what they were talking about? There were certainly possibilities that you’d pondered since the Fates had come to visit you a couple of days ago. Admittedly, it had been a welcome distraction from your thoughts of Dream and the bizarre turn your resting hours had taken. Contemplating the Fates’ warning didn’t totally rid your mind and heart of their anxious buzzing about the Dream Lord, but it did help.

“There are some possibilities. I mean, they could have been referring to my work crafting with Dream. Maybe something about the words and images I’m placing into the minds of dreamers? Or maybe it’s something to do with my abilities, my function…maybe I’m supposed to do something new with it?”

“Something new, huh?” Matthew cranes his beak toward the sky, contemplating. When he looks back down at you, his talons grip your knee a little tighter. “What about Desire’s bonds? Maybe you can do something to them. I don’t know…maybe you can break one?”

You give him a small, wistful smile. Blades of grass tickle your cheeks as you shake your head. “No, no, my friend. I don’t think it’s that. I’ve only ever touched one once. Hurt like Morningstar’s Hell. After that experience…well, I honestly don’t know if I could break one. At the end of the day, the Endless are more powerful than deities like me…I’m not sure it’s even possible.”

Matthew ruffles his feathers lightly, repositioning his talons on your knee. “Well, regardless, they said your scales are staying balanced, right? Seems like Desire’s not good enough to keep that from you anymore.” He cocks his head at you, suddenly quiet. You can practically hear the gears churning in his head as he contemplates his next words. “What would happen if your scales stayed unbalanced, anyway?” he finally asks, curious eyes blinking owlishly at you.

Your lips part at his question, surprised. Surprised that he finally asked, surprised that he didn’t ask sooner, really. In the months that you’d known each other, you’d never brought the subject up. After all, it wasn’t exactly something you enjoyed pondering.

“Well, it’s normal for the scales to be thrown off balance sometimes. But if I failed to re-balance them for too long, if they became too askew to fix?” You pause, licking your lips nervously. Matthew watches you carefully, expectant. With a deep breath, you tell him the truth, “I would be unmade, my friend. Like our Dream Lord unmakes a dream.” Your fingers twist through the blades of grass beneath you, a small outlet for the turbulence churning in your chest. “The only difference is, there’s no replacement for me. Think about it–why do you think the world devolves further into chaos as gods and goddesses fade to nothing? There’s no one left to preside over their functions and ensure order after they go. When it comes to deities…you only get one shot.”

“You spoke of me.”

You sit up with a start. The rumble of that familiar baritone pulls your eyes forward, past Matthew, to Fiddler’s Green’s newest visitor. Dream of the Endless approaches the two of you from the opposite side of the grove, his dark cloak rippling behind him in the sweet, floral-scented breeze.

As Matthew hops from your knee to your arm, allowing you to stand, your eyes can’t help but drink in the faint shadow along Dream’s jaw, his proud nose, the way his ears barely peek out from within that wild hair of his. Fates, he really did look like Fake Dream. Or, rather, Fake Dream looked just like him. Your unconscious had outdone itself. You weren’t sure whether to be pleased or begrudged about that.

“Oh, hey, boss!” Matthew crows, snapping you out of your reverie. He flaps his wings and takes flight, soaring to perch on the Dream Lord’s shoulder, instead.

Dream inclines his head to peer at Matthew with a shadow of amusement. Still, his feet draw him closer to you. The lush grass and clusters of flowers seem to part around him instinctively, making way for their creator. “What might you two be up to?” he inquires, dark brows arched with intrigue.

Matthew ruffles his feathers, sticking out his chest proudly. “Oh, you know, pondering, theorizing, plotting. Big brain shit.”

Your fingers twitch anxiously at Matthew’s words. You hadn’t yet decided whether you were going to say anything to Dream about the Fates’ visit. While you valued his wisdom and wanted his insight, you worried that the conversation might shift to Desire, which could snowball into you revealing far more than you intended to. You still hoped to resolve things without having to muddy the waters of Dream’s relationship with his sibling further.

“That sounds like dangerous work,” Dream responds. His pale gaze drifts from Matthew to you, eyes settling on your faintly pinched brow, the slight tension in your jaw. Fates, he can read you like a book. With a quirk of his brow, he continues, “Is it something I can help you with?”

You nibble at the inside of your cheek nervously. Your heart wants to scream ‘yes.’ And yet, your mind roars ‘no.’ You settle for something in between. “Maybe. But we can save that for another time. We have work to do, yes?”

His attentive gaze studies you several moments longer. You force yourself to hold eye contact, his eyes burning into yours like sapphires. You wonder if he can tell you’re hiding something. Multiple somethings. The thought of it unsettles you, makes your stomach turn curdled and sour. You don’t like keeping things from him. You don’t want to. You’ve shared more with him in the past few months than you have with anyone in your entire divine existence. To keep something from him feels wrong.

The past few months have shown you just how fervently curiosity drives Dream’s decisions and actions. That’s why you’re all the more surprised when he inclines his chin slightly, his expression relaxing. “Indeed. Another time, then. Let’s go.”

. . .

When you gaze into the waters of the Dreaming hours later, you find your reflection looking the most peaceful it’s been since you first read Dream’s book. Peace seems to be a consistent side effect of your time spent in the Dream Lord’s presence, of time spent watching him craft dreams and nightmares, of hours spent working together to weave first meetings and first words. The Dream Lord’s own countenance is reflected in the waters mere feet away. Though he does not sit on the dock beside you, he does crouch, his pale gaze trained on the swirls of teal and lavender stardust above you.

When your reflection smiles back at you, the expression is genuine, unforced. Slowly, you dip one bare foot toward the water, tracing the paths of constellations reflected in the dark waves. Where these waters once frightened you, you now feel comfort in their presence. Your hands have touched many of the minds hidden within them, threads of connection that you feel thrumming in your body even now. Besides, with Dream near, you suspect you don’t have much to worry about in the way of rogue dreams and nightmares.

A quiet sigh escapes Dream as his eyes shift to follow the patterns you draw in the waves. You could almost swear that new ripples break the surface when he speaks. “There is something I have wanted to ask you for quite some time.”

You cease your doodling, pulling the tip of your toe from the water and drawing your knees to your chest. You turn your head to face him slowly. There are many possibilities for what his question could be, a handful of which send your heartbeat stuttering in your chest. Praying that he can’t hear it, you nod gently. “Of course. Go ahead.”

Dream’s eyes fall away from yours then, something that surprises you. As he stares at his reflection in the waters of the Dreaming, his Adam’s apple bobs, his jaw winding itself tightly. You suspect he’s weighing whether or not he truly wants to say what is on his mind. You grant him space in silence, studying his expression as it shifts from contemplation to resolve. “I suspect I have had many attachments of my own over the eons. I have had partners. A son, even.” He swallows thickly, his jugular taught as rope. His voice is raspy, forced, as he asks, “Have you…?”

Your lips part in surprise at his words. Granted, you hadn’t just seen your name in the Dream Lord’s book that night. There had been other names from millenia gone by colored in red and purple, even two attachments that had shone a brilliant shade of green. Not to mention the rumors you’d heard of Dream’s failed relationships from throughout the eons. You had been so preoccupied with stressing over the attachments between the two of you that, admittedly, you hadn’t given the other names in his book much thought.

Your eyes drink in the sight of him–his slightly furrowed brows, his tightly clasped hands, his eyes staunchly affixed on his reflection. It’s evident that this question carries weight, that it’s something he has been pondering for a very long time. A dull ache permeates your chest at the thought. You wish he would have asked you sooner. Eager to smooth the discomfort from his features, you shake your head firmly. “No. While your relationships technically fall within my domain, I don’t intervene with attachments of the Endless. Nor any other lower gods and goddesses, for that matter. I’ve always considered that to be potentially… problematic, to put it lightly.”

The crinkle between Dream’s eyebrows smooths. Though he gives no response, his jawline does loosen, his Adam’s apple falling back into place with a thick swallow. The ache in your chest softens as you watch him thoughtfully.

When your thoughts return to the list of names in his book, a question of your own comes to mind. Warmth tinges your cheeks as you contemplate it, weighing whether or not you should ask.

“Have you had many lovers?” you finally say, mind lingering on the attachments you saw in his book. Killala. Nada. Calliope. You already know he’s had partners throughout the eons. And yet, some morbid sense of curiosity within you wants to hear the words from his own mouth. Though their names lacked the white philia attachment that you shared with Dream, the eros and philautia attachments you’d seen between them left a sharp pang in your heart. An emotion you knew well, yet hesitated to identify. Jealousy.

Much to your astonishment and quiet pleasure, your question actually seems to surprise Dream. His face goes hilariously blank at your words, his eyes turned pointedly from you. You almost feel a little proud at being able to pull such a reaction from him. You watch as his small, full lips work slowly, contemplating. After a long pause, he purses them, murmuring, “...one might say I’ve had a few.”

A heavy swallow works down your throat as your heart flutters like butterfly wings in your chest. What was this bizarre mix of emotion that held your throat in such a vice? Nervousness, embarrassment, envy? You lean forward slightly, seeking to catch his eye. “What happened?” you ask quietly. Perhaps his answer would give you a reason not to look further into the philia attachment between the two of you, a reason to finally lay your worries to rest. Or perhaps it would do exactly the opposite. Regardless of the outcome, you wanted to know.

Dream’s eyes remain fixed on the waves for a long time. So long that, taken off-guard as he was, you wonder if he didn’t hear you. When he does finally turn in your direction, there is a shift in his gaze that steals the breath from your lungs. A hesitancy, a wariness. The first sign of uncertainty you may have ever seen from him. For so long, you’d sought openness from him, a crack in the armor. Now that you’re faced with it, the intensity is almost too much to bear.

“I am not entirely sure.” The Dream Lord’s voice is soft. Almost sad. “Perhaps that is why the process continues to repeat itself.”

You study him in silence, pondering the rumors you’ve heard about him over the eons. Rumors you’d purposely sought out over the past few months since you’d met. You’d thought that the tales might help you understand him better, that they might help you solve the enigma that was the Dream Lord. You’d heard tales of a Dream King who banished his lover to Hell when he felt she had rejected him. Whispers of a Dream King who refused to help his son out of devotion to the natural way of the world, a decision which cost him his wife and child. Rumors of a Dream King who was different, happier, before Desire sowed romantic interest for a sun in his lover’s heart. Of all of the rumors you’ve heard, it’s the last that hurts the most, pressing upon your heart like a bruise.

He was proud. He was stubborn. He placed his value in his function and prioritized it above all, at times to a fault. Others deemed him unfeeling, bound to his rules too tightly, steeped in hubris.

But as you hold the Dream Lord’s starlit gaze, you feel yourself flip the page, seeking the other half of the story. He was prideful and confident because he suspected the only being in this world he could truly rely on was himself. He was bound to his rules and function because in a world that was perpetually changing, they alone remained constant. It was easier to be set in your ways than it was to bend for another, only to end up rebuffed or abandoned. It was easier to wall off your heart than it was to place it in another’s hands, cautiously hopeful that they’d care for it kindly.

A bittersweet ache throbs in your chest, heavy and sorrowful. You blink away the prickling that begins to surface at the back of your eyes. Your fingers itch to reach over and touch his arm, his hand, something. Instead, you swallow thickly, flattening your fingers against the wood of the dock. “Love is as much about sacrifice as it is about reward,” you say softly, voice barely audible over the whisper of the waves beneath you. “Love is…difficult.”

Dream’s lips part slightly at your words, his cool gaze regarding you thoughtfully. For a moment, he sits still as a stone, perhaps allowing your statement to sink in. When he finally shifts, lifting his chin at you ever so slightly, a twinkle has surfaced in his eyes, outshining the wariness. “Interesting words coming from the Deity of Love,” he murmurs, the ghost of a smile in his voice.

You smile at him slowly, unable to ignore how the weight in your chest eases with the lifting of his demeanor. “To say that my work is complicated would be a grave understatement.”

Stardust dances in the Dream Lord’s eyes at your words. A crinkle surfaces between his dark brows as he gazes at you in earnest. The urge to swipe your thumb across his forehead, to smooth any worry from his skin, is sudden and jarring. “How do you do it? Giving love so freely, expecting nothing in return?”

His question gives you pause. It’s your turn to furrow your brow as you nibble at the inside of your cheek, searching for the right words. “Hope and expectation are two different things, Dream. I think we always hope to receive love in return. I mean, how could we not? But expectations are different. Expectations imply that love is selfish and self-serving, when the exact opposite is true. It’s not about you. It’s about them.”

Your eyes pull from his, turning to the dark waters of the Dreaming. Faint shapes and flashes of color flicker from within the ocean’s depths as billions upon billions of minds fulfill fantasies and face fears tonight. As they find loved ones and soulmates, hearing those beloved first words for the very first time. You smile. “I give them love without expecting reciprocation because they deserve it. Everyone deserves love. And, well, it makes me happy.”

As you dip a toe back into the waves, you call out to the dreamers within. The response is immediate, a pouring of molten warmth into your soul that fills you up, up, up, until you’re sure you must glow with light. You wonder if he can see it, if he can feel the way your soul sings as it calls out to them. “When it feels this good to give, why would you not?”

. . .

“Hey, look at this one!”

The Triton’s trumpet you lift from the sea is as big as your hand, a magnificent twist of cream, gold, beige, and umber. Tiffany blue waves splash at your rolled-up pant legs as you slosh back toward the shore. When you toss the shell at him, Fake Dream catches it with nimble hands.

“This is really what you wish to spend your resting hours doing?” he says, his deep voice echoing over the tide. Slowly, he bends to place the Triton’s trumpet alongside the pile of empty conches, murexes, and whelks at his side.

You run a hand through your hair, hastily gathering the wind-swept strands away from your face. You back-track into the waves slowly, toes digging into the sand to keep your balance. “What else would I want to do?” you call to him. “I spend my waking hours forming love attachments between mortals, talking to an ex-human bird, and watching the King of Dreams and Nightmares craft fantastical, mind-bending creations. Why wouldn’t I want to spend a little time doing something normal?”

“Normal is relative. Governing dreams and nightmares is normal for me. Crafting attachments is normal for you.”

A dry laugh escapes you as you gaze at him incredulously, an amused smile on your lips. You plant your feet firmly in the sand, placing your hand on your hips. “Okay, smartass. You know what I mean. Doing something human.” Something with a rough, spiked surface pokes the underside of your toe, and you dip down quickly, plunging an eager hand into the water. Your fingers procure a white Jewel Box from the sand. When you spot the tiny sea creature still living within it, you return it to the ocean with a smile. “Life is about more than functions and the big, sweeping grand scheme of things. It’s about the little things, too. Life’s simple pleasures. Why do you think I get coffee every morning?”

You spend a few quiet moments sifting your feet through the sand, looking for more shells under the clear blue water. A dip of your hand into the sand rewards you with half a sand dollar. Its ivory surface is smooth as stone beneath your fingertips. When you raise your head, showing it to Fake Dream with pride, you find him watching you thoughtfully. With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat, a black-clad, pale-skinned man standing on a sunny beach in boots, he looks like someone who’s never had a lick of fun in his life.

As your eyes drink in his tall, dark, and broodiness, a thought occurs to you. When you wade through the water toward the shore, it’s with purpose. Stopping a mere foot away, you look into his ocean-blue eyes with earnesty. If your cheeks warm as his gaze holds yours–well, the sunlight is brilliant today, isn’t it? “If you were to do something just for yourself, just for your own enjoyment…what would it be?”

. . .

The smell of the saltwater is sweet and familiar in your nose as you weave through the diner by the sea. You turn and twist and side-step quickly, dodging patrons and servers in spite of the fact that you could pass right through them. It’s about the little things. Life’s simple pleasures. The words you’d spoken to Fake Dream last night in your unconscious echo in your mind, bringing a smile to your lips. When you look out the wall of windows on your right, a panoramic view of an ivory beach and dark blue waves greets you. Early winter has turned South Carolina blue-toned and chilly. It’s not the honey-gold beach and rolling green mountains of your dreams, but it’s beautiful, nonetheless.

You turn your gaze forward, approaching a young man and woman sitting in a corner booth of the diner. The list of assignments in your pocket had linked their names with a purple philautia attachment. Their first date at this restaurant was one of your last assignments of the morning. A steaming cup of Cliff’s coffee was narrowly within your reach.

But as the crowd of patrons thins, clearing your way to the table, all thoughts of caffeine leave your mind. Because the pale purple philautia attachment isn’t the only thread present at the table. A black thread, thick and pulsing, snakes from the young man’s chest, slithering across the floor and out the restaurant’s door, linking him to someone beyond this place.

Your eyes settle on the freckled face of the red-haired woman at the table. Her emerald eyes and smiling, lightly-glossed lips reveal a mix of eagerness and nerves. The dark-haired man across from her leans forward, his body language engaged, listening intently as she talks. It appears that their date is going well. And yet, you know that the presence of the black thread means that somewhere out there, there’s another mortal who has caught this man’s attention.

Was he secretly thinking about them, even now? What if he contacted them after this date instead of the girl sitting across from him? Today, it was only a philautia attachment between them. But tomorrow, it could be an eros, a philia. How long before he abandoned the potential relationship between them for something that Desire had sowed, instead?

You brace yourself for the panic that typically sets in upon spotting Desire’s handiwork. The thoughts that frantically race through your mind as you brainstorm solutions, ways to fulfill their attachment that will strengthen it enough to keep Desire at bay for a while longer. But the panic never comes. As your jaw clenches tightly, it’s anger, hot and molten, that surfaces in your chest instead. The emotion quickly boils over, spilling into your stiffening shoulders, your shallow breathing, the digging of your fingernails into your palms.

You are sick of this. Sick of Desire’s attempts to destroy you over a fate you never asked for. More than that, you’re tired of watching Desire ruin mortals’ chances at love, at happiness. You’re tired of watching mortals walk into the same trap that you had once walked into yourself. Tired of knowing that there would be others like you out there if you didn’t put an end to this.

The memory of Matthew’s words crashes over you in a wave. I don’t know. Maybe you can break one.

When your hand lifts, reaching for the black thread slowly, it’s of its own accord. Your palm tingles with the memory of your last attempt to touch one of Desire’s bonds. But the humming of your own power under your skin is overpowering, insistent, urging you to try.

Try.

When your hand closes around Desire’s thread, it’s as if a blade has been driven clean through your palm, muscle and all. You cry out, releasing it on instinct. Just as quickly as the pain had come, however, rage follows. Rage at Desire’s meddling, at all the hurt and misery they’ve caused you. Rage at the fact that touching the thread hurt. Rage at yourself for letting go.

With a snarl, you close your fingers around the dark bond again, gripping tighter. Pain ignites across your skin, branding you. But this time, you don’t let go. The humming under your skin gets stronger the longer you hold it, growing and growing. As agony roars through your arm, your power rages alongside it, escalating from a hum, to a vibration, to convulsing. The quake within you is jarring, seismic. Something greater than you, something out of your control. Your mind struggles to wrangle it, to channel it toward the bond in your hand.

Bend. Bend to me.

The seconds stretch on like millenia. And still, despite your determination, the agony becomes too great. You release the thread with a hiss, cradling your throbbing palm to your chest. When you lower your gaze to peer at your skin hesitantly, you find no physical affliction. But the brand upon your spirit is grizzly and red.

In that moment, standing in the center of the diner, seeing all and being seen by none, something clicks in you.

You reach out with your burning hand, fingers plucking at the philautia attachment between the couple with purpose. Its pale lavender darkens to a radiant purple, pulsing like a heartbeat. Thank you, it calls out to you.

“You’re welcome,” you whisper in return. Your feet move beneath you, carrying your plotting mind away from your attachment, away from the young couple, away from Desire’s thread.

For now.

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atom-writings · 11 months

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hi! could i have general relationship + crushing hcs of america, australia, india and canada w/ a tropical country! reader?

(America, Canada, Australia, and India X Reader) Tropical Country S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N india doesnt have a canon name so i looked at ones ppl have suggested n used that?? If its . offensive let me know i am not . educated on indian culture ): anyway cool req!!!!

Trigger Warning: It's not fluffy but there's no real trigger warnings i think, so...

Surprisingly, Alfred would be pretty resistant to dating another nation… at least, before he met you. He’s never had real good relations with any country, and he wouldn’t want to mess up another relationship because of politics. It’s just business anyway, right? At least, that’s what he thought before you took his breath away.

Unfortunately, he does have a pretty American attitude about your country. He absolutely loves visiting, but he never stays for too long. During the summer months, you’ll see him a couple of times a month, but during the winter, he practically lives in your home. Like a street cat who wanders in whenever he needs an escape from the rest of the world.

But if you ever need an escape too, he’s perfectly happy to be that for you. You two, despite both being nations, have had very different lives. He knows he’ll never be able to truly understand the struggles you face. But he is always willing to run to your aid, holding your hand tightly while you sit on the beach, venting about your struggles.

But being able to run to you is one of his favourite things about dating you. When he’s with you, he’s got a perfect excuse to cut off everything around him, just basking in how much he loves being with you. But then he gets bored. And he wants to go on hikes to see all your pretty scenery. Hope you like sweating!

Matthew was… nervous to start dating another nation. Anytime he spends any time with another nation, it always turns sour. Whether that be subtle insults, an argument, or him being talked over. But, when he realises you’re a little nation, he feels a lot better. You’ve been talked over a lot too, haven’t you? Yeah, well, no more of that for either of you. He’ll make sure.

You may have a shared history of being dismissed, but he is still pretty different from you. Reason number one, he hates tropical environments. If it gets any hotter than like… 26 degrees, he’s on the verge of passing out. But then he doesn’t even tell you about it! So you end up having to practically drag him back into the air-conditioned car. All while he’s blubbering like, “I’M SORRY! I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!”

He does absolutely adore your country, though. One of his favourite things to do is just lay his head in your lap while you tell him stories about your long life, and he can’t stop thinking about how different your lives have gone. But it just makes him fall more in love. Fate shouldn’t have brought the two of you together, but it did! And now he can’t let go… even if you might melt him.

You bring out a very different side to him, too. While he normally can’t even get a single word out against other nations, he’s always standing up for you. You’re hot and he’s cold, you’re small and he’s big, it means you have to take care of each other! He takes that duty very seriously.

Unlike a lot of other nations, Liam is pretty happy you’re a nation too. Most people find him a little bit too… much… but if you work together, you’ll get to know that he’s not always so overwhelming! Plus, no awkward conversation about the fact that he’s like, 200 years old and was never born.

He loves your nation too! It’s a lot like his, hot, full of bugs, and most of it is not easily inhabitable. The only difference is that your place is a lot prettier. At least, on average. Either way, he’s over the moon about getting to know your country. And even more excited to share his with you! It’s like you’re naturally matching.

That’s for sure one of his favourite things about you. Both being island nations (for the most part,) you surely have a lot of similar skills and hobbies. That means he doesn’t have to teach you anything, you two just get to improve together, no struggle along the way. And when he sees your pretty skin, set in the perfect light of the sunset, he always thinks to himself about how much he appreciates you; how you make him better, just by your presence.

Aditya is always surprised by how much he loves you. For a long time, he’s done everything he could to keep away from the other nations. Hard to trust, you know? But with you… he doesn’t mind. Somehow, both of your statuses have become a benefit rather than their usual liability. After all, no one could understand the struggle of immortality quite like another immortal. You make him feel very… safe.

Usually being classified as a tropical country himself, he really doesn’t mind your climate either. Your home feels just like his home (like it was meant to be!) So he can’t help getting a little nosy when it comes to learning about your culture. I mean, you two are similar in a lot of ways, so he’s got to figure out how you’re different, right? Otherwise, you might be related… what?! He’s just being careful!

No, but seriously, he adores how alike you two are. On a global scale, he struggles to keep up with his nation’s changing identity. He’s never really known his place. But you can relate, can’t you? Your thoughts and feelings always being seen as secondary, he’s sick of it. But being able to talk about it with you, makes it a little better. In fact, you end up making a lot of things better. It’s hard for him to think of you as anything other than perfect, and he couldn’t be happier.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #alfred tag #matthew tag #liam tag #aditya tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #aph canada x reader #hws canada x reader #aph australia x reader #hws australia x reader #aph india x reader #hws india x reader

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lilliths-httyd-blog · 5 months

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yes i am stealing the format of those "what do you associate x country with" posts that are going around rn

#polls #new zealand #aotearoa #stolen format #tw: politics

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tradetobest · 3 months

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hello user cats0p... long time lurker but only recently back to tumblr.com because i HAVE to ask more about your golf au and after my anon q was well received i just. i need to know more. here are some of my thoughts:

1634 my faves... i'm so caught on your vague deliberation between auston just being Rich Guy or Auston Matthews because:

regular guy is interesting bc it's so approachable and unassuming... like, he's just some guy. which isn't, like, unapproachable or unreachable by any means, even if he is really big and hot and presumably makes enough money to be spending his evenings at a country club and not at work and kinda feels like he's being flirted with but surely not because... this guy probably has a wife and kids?? but he's always eyeing mitch up and trying to tip him even when mitch isn't even supposed to take tips like that

but hockey auston is like... mitch is in overdrive bc [jennifer lawrence voice] what do you MEAN mitch's favorite leaf and savior of the toronto maple leafs is trying to chat him up at his cart?? i feel like this avenue would be WAY more overwhelming for mitch because he doesn't know how to approach it and isn't sure what the norms are... like is he allowed to tell auston that he played like crazy on sunday and it was so sick, or that he threw his hat at the game against florida two years ago when auston got a hat trick, and not to mention it makes mitch that much MORE dubious to believe auston is flirting with him or that he'd ever have a chance w him...

like both are so so good to consider on all fronts but i'm so enchanted by the idea of auston like... purposely fucking up his drive just to be like oop mitch... sorry you know what a klutz i am i fucked up the green over here again. and auston's friends are all loitering by the cart/ordering drinks and he's the one standing over mitch asking how he even ended up doing something like this and if he likes it and what he's doing over the weekend... and sweet mitchy is so oblivious but excited to talk to him as he patches up whatever hole auston has carved out of the green. his golf score is suffering (as is his wallet seeing as loser buys dinner) but he can't say getting to talk to mitch isn't worth it...

2. i cannot get over little server boy tz... just imagining him in his little tan cargo shorts taking drink orders and letting people's moms do shots with him... i know he dropped so many cocktails when he started serving people. passing his disposable vape of the day to the bartender and trying to get them to make him a drink that tastes like mago blue tropical razz ice or whatever other ridiculous flavor he's trying and failing to be subtle about sucking down that day. lamenting over the blue eyed hottie who is always around his family (and therefore very hard to hit on) who orders virgin frozen pina coladas (and come on, trevor could do SO MUCH with that if he just had time to get one line laid on him without his mom watching)...

3. i don't really go here but... all of the golf course/country clubs i've ever been to have had pools/gyms/kids clubs and... have you considered spin class instructor matthew knies OR kids club employee joseph woll... i know kniesy would be cougar nip but also that woller would be irresistible watching over a bunch of kiddos while their parents are out getting drunk by the pool/on the green...

apologies for the length but i'm in love w this little world you've made and i'd love to hear more about it!!

HIII OH MY GOD YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY GETTING THIS MADE ME I LITERALLY SCREAMED!!! AAAA HELLO!!!!

i think while reading this i mustve said "you get me" fully out loud at least 12 times while reading this because like. you just get me... you Understand....

the 1634 dilemma is so real... like normie but rich auston trying to slip mitch a 20 and mitch going "oh like turf people dont really get tipped" and auston going "no its for you" and mitch smiling and going "aww thanks!! :D" and just Not getting it and auston is trying SO hard

but also Leafs Auston is soooo compelling to me when you wrote it out like that idek.... mitch going internally "oh god can i tell him i know who he is" and saying "yeah uhh,,, good shot. as usual haha" after auston takes a drive and being all nervous meanwhile auston is like "oh my god he knows who i am do you think hes impressed by me" and outward is like "thanks man." and claps him on the shoulder. and is like "oh my god i touched him."

auston on the tee box like "oh man mitch i mustve pulled something last night exercising my big strong muscles can you help correct my swing" and mitch going "sure (dying)" and coming up behind him and auston like slightly leaning over into him and mitch like. dies. passes away. rip mitch marner. and then for the next like 5 times he sees auston he blushes IMMEDIATELY. very cute

2. tz is absolutely obsessed w jamie like thats so real.... always talking abt him and everything... jack is so sick of his ass but jack "just doesn't get it, dude, he's so hot. look at him. sitting there." and jack looks over and jamie is wincing bcs he got brain freeze from his fucking virgin pina colada that he orders every time and jack just has to look over and watch trevor pop another zyn and say nothing. save him nico. nico save him.

3. OOO thats so smart and cute actually i love that!! my club didnt have that probably because the clientele were mostly older but like... having that is Smart. and like... a gym and classes open up So Many More job possibilities,,,, a sweaty just-out-the-gym kniesy like going down the hall and knocking lightly on the kids club door and hearing a "COMING!" and woller opens the door and he has like. a heart sticker on his cheek and his hair in pigtails and a little bit of marker on his forehead and kniesy feels his heart grow like. ten sizes. maybe woller takes the kids out to the pool and kniesy can see them and jsut... eyes. he purposefully books a water fitness course so that maybe woller can watch him in the pool too..... thats SOOOO REALNESS oh my god

please forever continue to send me little ideas abt this no matter how short or how long i love them all like i literally have been thinking abt this All Day and its been making me so happy..... RAHH like. THEM!!! THEY!!! im so happy you like my silly lil au that basically came out of me going "oh my adhd ass loved this job im sure mitch would love it too!!" ilysm thank you for sending me another ask about this

#asks #golf course au #god this makes me so happy

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This may be a question someone has already asked, but what are your thoughts on the landscapes in Assassin's Creed Odyssey, if you have played it?

I have answered a similar question but not this one! I have actually not played the game but because of the previous ask and the aesthetics and the frequent greece representation discussions here, I am somewhat acquainted with it.

AC Odyssey is actually quite accurate, with some pros and cons. One thing we can all agree upon is that the developers worked their asses off to create a beautiful world, genuinely inspired by or representing Greece. While watching it, I can also tell they wanted to show some little known facts about Greek geomorphology. In order to achieve this, they overdid a bit in some aspects and they deviated from other, more known characteristics, which they perhaps incorrectly ditched as stereotypes . In short, some elements are accurate, some are idealised and some are overlooked or undersold:

+ By watching relevant videos on YouTube, navigating your character does feel like exploring the Greek landscape. Many of the locations , although digital and fantastical, feel very oddly familiar.

+ The developers emphasized most on a little known fact about the country; it is very rugged, mountainous and rocky. This thing where your character goes up, down, up, down, up, down, up and again down and then up an irregular hill, well that's the genuine painful but also very rewarding experience of walking in the Greek countryside.

+ They nailed it with the vegetation, if they took inspiration from South Greece. This combo of sparse forest with low vegetation, sometimes interrupted by rocky terrain was beautifully done.

+ Some criticise it a bit for adding architectural elements of different ancient eras but I actually like this. It is a game, it blends elements beautifully and they are still Greek, so what's the problem... Although it surely could do with less wood and more stone in its place.

+ The light is beautiful in this game. They knowingly played with it as Greece promotes this as one of its attractions: the whole Greek sun, Land of Light etc. But, yeah, the way light is used in this game often reminds me of beautiful sunlit or sunset views in the country.

+/- It is beautiful but of course idealised how in AC Odyssey apparently all seasons co-exist in Greece. It's an eternal spring with spots of vibrant autumn and there's always winter in the mountains. Summer ironically got the short end, you can perhaps see it in the occasional brownish low vegetation at best. It is however a nice change from everyone thinking Greece is a tropical country. It's a temperate country, it's just that it doesn't experience the seasons all at once lol And of course if someone wants to visit the Greek countryside in its most AC-like time, they have to come to Greece in spring, ideally April and May, and not in July and August like most tourists. Someone might say "thanks Captain Obvious" to this but I have received plenty comments under photos wondering why the grassland wasn't flowery like in the image when they went in August so I feel like I have to say this.

(-) It is wonderful when you're navigating your character but I watched a video with the game's map in the eagle's eye view and I realised that the AC Odyssey Greece is a tad repetitive and less diverse. Essentially it's a bunch of islands that are VERY rugged with a snowcapped mountain and a few bays. While, again, this is part of what Greece looks like, the country is actually way more diverse.

(-) Namely, the rugged emphasis was overdone after a while. If Greece is over 80% rugged and mountainous, which is the official estimation, AC Greece is like 101%. Greece has flatter islands, wider valleys and smoother hills as well. Again, what AC shows is very accurate but overexaggerated. I already talked about how good the vegetation is. However, it resembles the south mainland. Some islands have less vegetation. Northern and central mainland as well as many islands have actually quite denser vegetation than the one depicted in the game. Again, the game is accurate but way less diverse.

(-) The map is not accurate. There’s just Athens, right? And then islands after islands, which all have mainland characteristics. But they clearly weren’t going for accuracy there.

(-) The biggest foul IMO was surprisingly the beaches. AC Odyssey did the Greek beaches no justice at all. The most accurate thing about them is that AC coastline is very indented with bays and coves. That's accurate. However, I was disappointed by the repetition again as well as the sea colour which I found nice but much plainer than that of the actual Greek waters. It was always a little turqoise in the first couple meters and then a regular blue. Greek waters can be turqoise for much longer distances or have a striking azul or sapphire or darker blue colour, all of which were greatly missed in the game. I missed the famous - if stereotype-y - blue and white aesthetic of the country. Of course the houses are modern so they couldn't be in the game but the blue&white also feature in the sea / waves and sky / clouds so...

Ignore the town but this type of blue is greatly missed in a game about Greece IMO.

Also some beaches looked way too tropical. Greece has a few subtropical beaches but the AC ones didn't look very accurate. Sometimes I thought it was a small bay in a Caribbean island. This is quite odd coming from the guys who worked so hard on other less known facts about the country's geomorphology.

(-) Elysium might be stunning but it is not Greek looking. Unfortunately, the Niagara falls are in Canada. The rock formations however, as well as several others in the game, seem to be inspired by Meteora.

So below I did some comparisons between AC Odyssey and real Greece. Keep in mind that these are just similar-looking images I managed to find on google. I do not know where the developers actually based their inspiration.

South Pindus

Ancient Olympia

Meteora

Mt Pelion

Cape Sounion

Dimitsana

Lake Plastira

Kerkyra (Corfu) island

Vikos gorge

Kalavryta

I found many other familiar looking locations but they were too generic i.e a small stream, a hill, a farm, and I got a little lost with all this searching because there are many places that could look like that. Lol I just realised I didn't use even one AC beach - AC beaches get rekt

Anyway, in short, I believe AC Odyssey does a very solid and hard work in its Greece portrayal - all my complaints are basically nitpicking that doesn't bother me (save for the beaches). Of course there is also the gamification and colour filters that create all these otherwordly vibes but those are to be expected from a game of course.

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