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[hxltic]

i have a request for a “strawberry/cutecore/hello kitty” girl x ghost 🤭. basically everything is pink and cute stuff <33

(this is not proofread and i didn’t know how much to write lol)

Ghost has seen his fair share of tragedies in all his years of working the military. In fact, they continuously remind him of the atrocities his own hands have created, ones that return in vivid nightmares to eat away at him in his darkest times. Dismantled bodies and the seemingly permanent blood stained on his hands that may be his, his comrades, or another brutal soldier’s haunts him, and the worst, the image of his own family.

He prays he doesn’t forget himself and get lost behind his mask, the one everyone fears and associates with the word “monster.” He prays he doesn’t forget that he’s a son and a human, Simon Riley. It’s his biggest fear.

So when you come along, all happy and young and inexperienced, it’s a cool breath of fresh fucking air. You wore a pink miniskirt that was way too short to be worn in any building, especially not outside with a gust of wind. Your white, printed top barely covered your breasts, matching the studded white belt thrown over your hips. Hell, the belt and the skirt were the same size.

You had a belly button ring with a shiny charm on it and dangly earrings, with pink platforms that were laced with pearls almost covered by shin high leg warmers. With the heels on, you were still almost a foot under him.

Your body was matured in contrast to the way you dressed, and what had him hooked when you met was how you acted.

Of course, it was in a candy store; you had a pink lemonade sucker dangling out your mouth. You watched the hunk of a man stroll in, and you could care less if it was bad to say the first thing you were attracted to was his size.

He wouldn’t sit down with his plain vanilla in a cup, but you bought yours that was filled to the brim with sweets, screaming diabetes. You sit next to him as he leaned on the wall. Your legs aren’t crossed either in the cute mint green chair, but maybe it was on purpose.

“What are you doing in here big boy?” You tease.

Ghost was already surprised by the fact you just casually sat by him with plenty other seats around, but he thought talking to him as well was absurd.

“A man can’t have a sweet-tooth?”

His low drawl was so sexy with his accent, looking down at you with a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He believed the stoic expression he usually carried would be too harsh for you.

“I just didn’t think I’d see someone like you here.”

“I was sure I’d see someone like you here,” he retorts with a chuckle. It was a heavenly sound from his throat.

Your glossy, plump lips wrap around a gummy bear, then attach your attention back to him. He was already watching silently, just waiting for a bite of the cream to slip out of your mouth. He knows you wouldn’t get up and find a napkin.

When it happens, he wasn’t as ready for it as he thought he was, a small portion of the pile of whipped cream dropping to your chin. Your manicured thumb swipes away at it and slips it into your mouth.

It was an innocent act, and Ghost almost feels bad for watching so intently.

Ever since then, he’s used his dominate nature to take care of you. Nobody would say anything to, or about you, and he made sure of it. Even when walking down boulevard.

The same way you met, you skip way too high for your clothing, almost bouncing as he walks leisurely behind you. You use the privilege of his aura.

You walk into the mall and take a peek at a luxury store. The both of you walk in and look around, more so you gawking at things until one bag takes your eye. Soon enough you’re walking out with it on your arm, Ghost’s card tucked somewhere in your bra, holding his hand and thanking him again and again.

You almost cry when you can’t stay over because he’s going out for work, but he walks you home and says he’ll make it up to you.

The bedroom called yours is covered in a pink wallpaper, small bed perfect for your size with perfectly aligned plushies that reach about half the comforter. Figurines stack your shelves. You loved Ghost’s room because it was a contrast to yours, extra modern with grey, ash walls and black sheets that he’s rarely in. You really loved his shower too.

The large man picks you up and throws you down, so you’re in a fit of giggles when your legs are being spread open and your pretty pink panties are being pushed to the side. His hunger displays as he grunts lowly.

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[vulturv0lans]

If it's not too much to ask, can we have a soft dom diluc gently guiding a shy sub reader through her first time? (In desperate need of tooth rotting fluff and diluc being sweet lmaoo [with lots of praise ofc])

ok you know what anon i have been looking for something like this but i haven't found too many,,,thank you for the request!

word count: 2,960 (i got carried away again oops) tags: first time, references to diluc’s father/backstory/official manga, soft dom diluc, lots of love and affection and just overall sappy, porn with plot (lots of it), me crying (also lots of it)

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the air is salty by the lake and his door rusty, yet you’re sure you’ve never need anything more.

when diluc brought you back to the winery for the first time, this was not what he had in mind. he had simply wanted to show you more, parts of him he had long hidden beneath the layers of his clothing and layers of walls he built up. but you are his lover now. you meet the maids that have been with him since he was a child, browse through the volumes that his father left behind, breathe the same air that he has always breathed inside the estate.

he was not planning to take you right there, on the four posted bed he claims but seldom occupies, on the second floor of the winery.

diluc was hesitant at first, leading you into the one place he holds closest to his heart. the master bedroom has not seen a visitor in ages. even the maids rarely enter except when they are asked to, because within these gilded walls and draped curtains is where diluc can truly feel at ease, no “mondstadt wine tycoon” or “master of dawn winery” or even “darknight hero” attached.

and before your eyes, he feels just as bare.

you had taken a seat at the edge of his mattress, arms supporting your weight as your eyes take in the surroundings. the wallpaper is a dark crimson red, damask patterns painted in black. the thick velvet of the curtains match the crimson in colour, yet the light seeping through the fabric and reflecting off of the golden tassels that touch the floor. the furnishings are simple, the large room otherwise empty save for a mirror, a wardrobe, a fireplace, and a desk filled with books.

yet it’s the paintings on the walls that catch your eye. one of them can easily be discerned as an exterior sketch of dawn winery, its signature red roofs a stark contrast to the rows of green underneath. off on the other wall is a portrait. a tall, greying man poses in the middle with two younger boys to either side of him, one with hair as blue as the twilight skies, and the other with hair red as blazing fire.

diluc follows your gaze to the painting, and suddenly the room feels too hot. before he can open his mouth to change the topic, you have already turned to him with an inquisitive look in your eye, and his heart softens. he cannot say no to you.

“that’s your father, isn’t it?”

he nods, choosing to offer no further explanation.

“what was he like?”

your voice is gentle, yet he is still taken aback. seldom anyone wants to know what crepus was like as a person, beyond just his title and position. for a few moments diluc is silent, pondering his answer. how could he summarize the greatest man he’s ever known into a couple simple sentences?

“he was kind. and very, very brave.” he says at last, “he made me the man that i am today.”

“i’m sure he was a great father,” you say quietly, not wanting to press further. diluc must have his reasons behind not wanting to tell the full story yet, and you’ll give him time. as much time as he needs.

“he was.”

when he looks at you again, your frame so small against the posts on his bed, he feels an unnameable emotion surging through him. you’re studying the painting with such an intense focus, as if trying to hear the voice of a man you’ve never met, trying to understand what others fail to even notice.

and in that moment, diluc is sure he has never been more in love.

he closes the distance between you in two quick strides, and you look up at him in surprise. he intertwines your fingers before pulling you up to your feet, your body pressing flush against his as you find your balance.

“can i kiss you?”

you smile at his question. diluc, ever the gentleman. even several months into your relationship he still asks for permission, and still kisses you like it was the first time.

it’s your turn to close the gap between you now, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. his hands find their way down the small of your back, then up your spine before settling on your cheeks, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you even closer, until you can feel every beat of his heart on your skin.

“i love you.” he whispers against your lips when he finally breaks the kiss for air.

“i love you, too,” you echo, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again, hands clutching his arms for support. diluc feels his skin burn wherever your hands have been, and his love and tenderness suddenly becomes something more.

deepening the kiss, he backs you up until your legs hit the edge of the bed, before your entire person falls backwards into the plush mattress. you pull him down with you, until barely any space is left between his large frame and your own, smaller one.

he smooths out the stray baby hairs on your forehead before resting his against it, eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort. you both know where this is leading, but diluc wants to be certain, absolutely certain that you're okay with this.

"are you sure?"

you nod before you have time to think. this is a step you're willing to take, and there's no one else you'd rather share it with. even so, small bubbles of anxiety rise from your stomach. will it hurt? will you be able to enjoy this? will he be satisfied, even with your lack of experience?

if diluc could hear your thoughts right now, he would be quick in dismissing them as the most preposterous ones he's ever heard. it would pain him to know that you’d ever fear of not satisfying him, even when he would put you and your pleasures before so much as thinking about himself.

you could never disappoint him, this he knows.

his lips find yours again and your doubts dissipate like the dark clouds after a storm. wandering hands begin unbuttoning and untying every piece of fabric in your way, desperate to reduce the layers keeping you from feeling his bare skin. your clothing clatter as they fall to the ground, diluc barely separating from you to discard his shirt before lowering back down to kiss you, not wanting to part from you for a second longer than necessary.

he's hungry for more, for you.

your hands find purchase on his toned arms, his skin almost too warm under your fingertips. he mumbles something that remotely resembles "off" into your mouth, and you comply almost too quickly, lifting your arms so he could take off your shirt and your bra.

diluc forces himself to hold back when your skin is fully exposed to him. lips glistening and chest heaving, you have never looked more beautiful to him, and he makes sure you know it. dipping his head to your neck, he trails a line of hot kisses down to your breasts, words of praise between every kiss permanently etched into your skin.

"you're breathtaking."

your face heats up as he slots himself in between your legs, hand lowering to your waist. your heart beats too loudly now, focus glued to his fingers hooking into your belt loops before quickly undoing the button on your pants. fiery eyes, hooded by lust and desire, search for confirmation, and you grant it. how could you not, when you burn for him so much?

diluc can’t help but groan out when your bottom half becomes exposed. his attention is quickly taken away by the thin material of your panties, damp and clinging to the wetness pooling between your legs, and he feels the sudden urge to bury his face there.

he runs a finger down your clothed folds and you jump, legs clamping together to relieve some of the pressure. with a hand on your knee, he holds your legs open to allow himself better access to where you need him the most. gently, he moves the soaked panties to the side, and the man fully has to sit back on his heels to drink in the sight before his eyes.

you’re so pretty, so sweet, so vulnerable for him, legs spread and pussy glistening with your arousal, all for him and him only.

he curses under his breath, heart swelling at how lucky he feels to be the one admiring your naked form. ignoring the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in his pants, he dives in like a man starved, flattening his tongue against your pussy to get his first real taste of you.

your back arches off the bed at the sudden contact, diluc’s moan of satisfaction sending delicious vibrations into the deepest parts of your body. his tongue works fast magic on your cunt, licking and sucking and kissing like you’re a five course meal, the slurping sounds in perfect harmony with your soft pants of pleasure.

“fuck, you taste so good, baby.”

the satin of his bedsheet is wrinkled and twisted in your palms as you grip onto it, diluc’s hands quickly reaching up to find yours, your fingers interlacing as he eats you out, the moment so intimate that for a moment you forget the vulgarity of it all and just enjoy being so close to him, physically and emotionally.

you’re growing close, and diluc knows it. despite his pussydrunk state, he forces himself to pull away, his chin now coated with your wetness, before shifting his body up to kiss you again. you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself, obediently granting access to his tongue when it swipes across your bottom lip. the room feels ten degrees hotter and it becomes harder and harder to breathe, until your need for oxygen finally overpowers your desire for him.

diluc’s eyes are alert when you gently push on his chest, his first thought being he’s done something you did not like. gently cradling his face in your hands, you say with a blissful smile the words he’s been longing to hear for so long.

“i need you, diluc.”

his last line of defense snaps and he lets his primal instincts take over, quickly ridding himself of his pants and undergarments before settling you against the plush pillows.

“are you absolutely sure-”

“yes.” you cut him off before he can finish, and diluc‘s ever-present confidence begins to waver. he needs this to be perfect for you.

swallowing thickly, he lines himself up at your entrance. you mirror his gulp as you notice for the first time how big he is, thick and girthy against your tiny hole.

“tell me if it hurts, please,” he asks, so much genuine guilt in his voice that you can’t refuse him an answer.

you yelp in pain when he starts to push in, his body immediately tensing up. only when you repeatedly reaffirm that you’re okay does he continue, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and whispering apologies and affirmations into your skin as he slowly sinks into you, until he’s completely buried inside you.

“you’re doing so good baby, yeah? that’s it.”

he stills for a moment to let you adjust. but selfishly he wishes to revel in your tightness and warmth for a little longer, your walls so snug against his cock like they were made just for him. he already can’t get enough, and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

you’re the one to initiate the kiss this time, silently giving him permission to move. his thrusts are slow and steady, the tip of his cock dragging against every nerve ending inside you, sending electric sparks throughout your body.

“so tight for me,” he grunts as he picks up his pace, trying to control his movements as to not hurt you, even though a part of him wants to slam into you and fuck you until you’re reduce to a babbling mess begging for his cock. but one look at your face and he feels immediate guilt at his sinful thoughts. you’re so innocent beneath him, bottom lip caught between your teeth and your face scrunched up in pleasure.

he can’t ruin you yet.

soft moans tumble past your parted lips as he reaches down to rub fast circles on your clit. every last cell in your body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure amplified tenfold from being in the presence of your lover, better than your own fingers could ever satisfy yourself.

you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in even further, and diluc’s honour is reduced to barely hanging on by a thread.

“you’re taking me so good. so good for me.” he praises and you feel yourself gush around him, his words turning you on even further. it seems your earlier doubts were unnecessary, after all. you grow bolder, reaching up to dig your nails into his back, leaving red marks that claimed him as yours.

the stinging pain from your nails scratching against his skin sends diluc into another wave of euphoria, and he can’t hold himself back much longer. with a low grunt, he pins your wrists down above your head, dark eyes studying the microscopic changes in your expression as your hands are suddenly rendered useless, held down so submissively and at his mercy.

his eyes are fixated on the round of your breasts, bouncing so deliciously to the rhythm of his thrusts. a sudden clench of your cunt almost sends him collapsing on top of you, the tight grip he had maintained on your wrists now faltering from the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him. he curses, the profanity soon turning into praise again at how good you’re taking him, how pretty you looks, and how much he loves you, his words almost doing more to build the knot in your stomach than his steady, deep thrusts.

he leans back to sit on his heels as he lets go of your wrists, moving to hold your legs above his shoulders. you cry out when his cock hits your most sensitive spot from the new position, the sheets once again wrinkled under your tight grip now that your hands are free once again.

“fuck y/n, i’m so close.”

you lift your hips to meet his thrusts half way, all the thoughts in your head replaced by your blinding desire for your release. diluc shifts his weight to hold your thighs open instead, leaning down so he can be close to you before he reaches his impending high. he wants to hold you, to hear you, to see you chase after your high.

your moans and cries are growing more frequent, each more high pitched than the last. they are music to diluc’s ears, music reserved only for him to hear, his own low grunts a perfect harmony.

“i’m so close- gonna cum- please-” you babble, tears dotting your lashes, and diluc has never seen a more beautiful sight.

the sudden warmth of his hand on your neck makes you jump. he doesn’t close his fingers around your throat (though you secretly wished he would), instead his touch is fleeting before moving to cup your face. you lean into him almost immediately, his thumb wiping the tears that escaped, down the smooth skin of your cheeks, and across your bottom lip. he’s hovering so close to you that you can see every freckle on his skin, lips mere centimetres from yours that his every exhale becomes your next inhale, so intimate that you find it hard to believe that he’s kissing you so sweetly while maintaining a relentless pace.

he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t hold back.

“cum for me,” he breathes into your parted lips, “i want to hear you.”

and you don’t need to be told twice. with a loud cry of his name you come undone around him, your slick quickly forming a ring of white at the base of his cock as he rides out your high, his pace becoming erratic and sloppy at the vice-like grip of your cunt.

“fuck,” he lets out a deep grunt as you repeatedly clench around him, the sound resonating from deep within his chest. his hands pat around the bed looking for yours, and soon after he locks your fingers together again he cums too, head buried in your shoulder and his cock shooting hot ropes into you, painting your walls white.

your legs are shaking as you come down from your high, your pussy so sensitive to any tiny movements that you almost cum again when he tries to pull out from you. the satin beneath you is soaked with a mix of both your essence, drops of white leaking from your sobbing hole when diluc finally pulls out.

he admires you in your post-orgasm glow, and not just at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and your pussy now moulded to the shape of him. it’s as if a soft silk has been draped over you, painting your features in glorious moonlight.

“you’re so beautiful.”

he breaks the silence that has enveloped you both while your breathing returned to normal.

you still find it foreign, the feeling of his compliments even as you’re spread out naked under him. as if sensing your disbelief, diluc repeats his words again, this time between wet kisses on your collarbone, etching his love for you into your body.

“so. beautiful,” he whispers into your skin, his heart swelling, “and all mine.”

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[hxjikonn]

A/N: To the anon who requested a Vil, Leona, Trey and Jamil x Fem!Reader who opens a dessert shop and gives them free stuff. Idk what happened tumblr crashed and I lost ur req while writing but here it is!! I hope you see this ><

Sweet Tooth

☆Staring☆: Vil Schoenheit, Leona kingscholar, Trey clover, And Jamil viper

Synopsis: You open a dessert store and it’s pretty obvious there’s favoritism at play

Warnings: lil harmless Cuss words, some JP terms

Vil Schoenheit

You better believe he’d be the first person to promote it on social media the moment you open it

He’d be posting the desserts, the store’s comfy aesthetic, YOU working cuz he’s so proud of you he could cry

He made your work uniform and makes you look pretty every single day before you open. Periodt.

Would bring the whole population of Pomefoire there and tell them to leave the best reviews or else they might just have poison in there tea

Usually limits his intake on sweets but when you feed it to him he just physically cannot say no.

He insisted on paying multiple times but when you smile at him and say no he just shuts down and agrees

Ace and deuce would notice it though and is hella salty about it

Deuce: Y/n why does Schoenheit-senpai not pay??

Ace: It’s called pretty privileges Deuce *gives you and Vil the stink eye*

You: Correction! It’s “pretty boyfriend privileges” :)

Vil: *smirks* Stay mad~

He doesn’t insist on paying anymore but he does pay you back when you two go and dates. It’s his turn to spoil you then.

Leona Kingscholar

Three words: Smug. As. Fuck.

He would just walk behind the counter and point at the dessert he wants and you give it to him.

Doesn’t forget to say thank you and kiss your cheek though. That’s a must.

He enjoys the feeling of the first years glaring on him cuz he has boyfriend privileges😭

Would literally stand behind the counter with you while eating a cookie or a cupcake and grins at Ace and Deuce when they pay💀

Your shop is his new favorite spot to nap in, he’s always there, in fact he even “claimed” a spot for himself that only he gets to sit, sleep and stay on

Would always bring Cheka there when he visits, cuz one: he knows he’d be distracted with the desserts, and two: he can charge his brother for all the things Cheka ate

Is proud of you for being so hardworking but often pulls you away from the counter and FORCES you to nap with him.

He doesn’t like it when you over work. Usually he tells Ruggie or Jack to take over for you while you rest

Orders the entirety of Savannaclaw to go there at least three times a week and buy something or else they’ll be sleeping outside the dormitory

Would be clinging on to you when you’re baking cuz he likes it when you feed him the desserts you make and ask if he likes it.

He did want to pay but when you told him he could pay with cuddles instead he couldn’t pass off the offer.

Trey Clover

He’d be the proudest boyfriend ever. Literally the loudest person cheering in the back when it was the grand opening

Brings his family there so they can meet you taste the sweets you make. This man would brag about you for HOURS.

Bring Riddle, Chenya and Cater there too.

Helps out with baking, serving and cleaning but asks you not to pay him. Instead your smart ass came up with an alternative

He washed dishes? Boom free cake. Takes order? You make him matcha latte. Helps you out in the kitchen? You feed him ice cream.

He noticed this of course, but when you defended yourself and told him you only want him to taste the desserts you made he couldn’t debate you any further.

Would notice that Ace and Deuce were glaring at him when you gave him free stuff so the humble part of him tells them that it’s because he works along side you, but the smug side of him ALSO tells them that it’s “boyfriend privileges”

Literally loves it when you’re in work clothes and you have icing or flour in your cheek🥹 he can’t help but take pictures and set them as his wallpaper

Would always complement you. It’s either he complements your skills, or your hard work, or just tells you you look pretty from time to time.

Just feels so proud of you and so happy you’re his girlfriend.

Jamil Viper

This man would make sure you have anything and everything you need a month before you even open your store

He’d also tell Kalim cuz he know Kalim would probably buy everything and empty the store in a matter of minutes

Would take his sister there when he has time. He’d mostly brag about how great his girlfriend is to her (sibling things)

I believe this man would quite literally fight you so he can pay. Much to his demise though you keep on denying him.

Jamil: How much?

You: How much is what?

Jamil: my bill?

You: oh yeah about that…umm no.

Jamil: huh?? Wdym no?

You: I mean no you cant pay…this store has a “boyfriend doesn’t get to pay” policy.

Jamil: *puts money on the counter* take it.

You: *pushes it away* I don’t wanna break store policy baby.

Jamil: Love…

You: Yes?

Jamil: Let. Me. Pay.

You: Not. A. Chance.♥︎

Deuce: Me and Ace will take the offer-

You/Jamil: No.

Would use his signature spell on you, but you got mad at him for doing that and gave him the silent treatment for week.

You said you’d forgive him if he lets you give him free stuff. Defeated, he agrees and you happily indulge him with sweets.

You’re a smart ass but he is too. So instead of money he paid you with affection

He’d bring you water, give you a seat when you’ve been standing too long, massages your shoulders when you’re tired, kisses, would fix your hair and make it look pretty so it doesn’t bother you, and a lot more

He also takes over when you nap in the break room.

Is literally the proudest boyfriend, so if there’s anything he can do to make your job easier he’ll do it, cuz he loves you so much.

A/N: DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS!!! plus this is my second time rewriting this since first attempt was failed cuz tumblr crashed on me😭 anyways I hope the anon who req this sees it!

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Very specific TWST head cannons

Jack was accidentally given alcohol by a third year at a party because they thought he was also a third year.

Ruggie would make bets with students if they can guess Jack's age correctly.

Malleus would stay back at after the final class of the day just to sing, he likes the sound of the empty class room. He stopped doing that because a rumor about a "haunted class" was spreading.

Sebek yelled so hard one time, he couldn't talk the next day due to the pain.

Vil watches those self care videos, as in the earwax removal, black head removal, technically any of those gross removal videos. It's a guilty pleasure of his.

Cater is a hot cheeto girl, he and Idia would make ramen and put hot cheetos in it.

Silver is a heavy sleeper...like heavy sleeper. One time a fire broke out in Diasomnia and everyone was screaming. Only after the fire was out did he wake up.

Malleus used to talk to stuff animals as a kid.

Sebek monologues to himself, and everyone can hear him.

Sebek when he was a kid chased another child with a broken ruler for saying Malleus' name in vain.

Riddle and Jamil have this weird friendship, basically it's just them trying to relax but remembering there are idiots who are in the dorms and can't rest until they get things done.

Each dorm has their own WiFi router, Idia usually hacks into the others in case Ignihyde's one is down or he just want to see people's search history.... Let's just say he's not comfortable around certain classmates.

Idia permanently puts Ortho on child lock so people won't ask him to look up not so friendly things on the internet.

Ortho can get sick from viruses or corrupted data he accidentally downloaded.

Jade and Rook have a passive aggressive rivalry. Like imagine them in the botanical garden having lunch and Jade handed him a poison mushroom infused tea and Rook just 'accidentally' pours it in a plant watching it wither. While looking Jade dead in the eyes, both have smiles on there faces, as they passive aggressively try to kill each other.

Cater x Jade or Rook would be so fucking funny. Like imagine dating the most dangerous students in the school but hey at least the dick is crazy.

Trey has a collection of his baby teeth and his siblings baby teeth on his night stand. No-one brings it up...ever.

another reason why Cater doesn't eat sweets is because he'll get a tooth ache just eating a smore.

A student once asked Crewel if it was possible to make 'crack' in potionology..... Crewel wasn't getting paid enough for this.

Crowley has committed tax evasion.

Azul Is thicc. I said what I said, and don't boo me. I'm right.

Ruggie is banned from Monstro Lounge due to finding loop holes in Azul's contracts and getting free stuff.

Malleus hates cake with too much frosting, It defeats the purpose of the cake.

Malleus would use fae circles to teleport prefect to him.

Floyd likes to just bite things, especially his phone case.

Rook takes the best photos.

Sometimes people forget that Vil is an actor and model, so when seeing him in a movie, commercial or magazine they just get jump scared and remembered .

" oh yeah....Housewarden Vil is a celebrity.."

I think prefect is desensitized to meeting famous or high status people that they're not a big deal to them. Imagine Prefect going to a cafe and THE KALIM AL ASIM Is paying for their drink, everyone is shocked that someone who's richer than royalty is paying for you and all you say is " Oh thanks Kalim. "

I feel like up to book 6 every dorm leader helped out in repairing Ramshackle adding there own piece of their dorms in there. A gaming room from Idia, A luxurious bathroom with skin care supplies and designer clothes from Vil, pantry and groceries from Heartslaybul and Scarabia and a cook book from Trey and Jamil respectively. An indoor and outdoor pool from Savannah claw, wallpaper and decor from Azul, and finally furniture and jewelry from Malleus.

#twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland shitpost #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #kalim al asim #floyd leech #deuce spade #twisted wonderland original character

[always-andromeda]

⋆｡˚୨ 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃' 𝒱𝒾𝒹𝑒𝑜 𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 ୧˚｡⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⟡ 1039

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ You spend a quiet moment showing Abby your Animal Crossing island; a testament to your love for Sanrio characters and your favorite girl.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ on my old sideblog, my sweet Saia requested that I write something with Abby involving Animal Crossing. buuuut, since I've deleted that blog, I thought I'd repost it here! I've made some little edits so it's a bit longer than before; but here it is in all its glory again! this one is entirely dedicated to you, @abbysdolly; thank you for being so lovely and so supportive, dear. I hope you enjoy this again!! alsoooo, divider credits go to @cafekitsune!!

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ minor swearing, absolute tooth rotting fluff, nothing else I can think of!

"Fuckin' video games..." Abby spoke under her breath as she fiddled with the controls of her switch. She'd only had it for a few days (thanks to some gentle persuasion from you) but she was already moments away from giving up on it completely.

"What's wrong?" you leaned over from your spot on the couch. Her character now stood blankly in front of her starter tent. You rested your chin on her shoulder, breathing in the pine scent that felt like home to you by now as you tried to see what the problem was.

"There was a scorpion and he just–"

Realizing her plight, you giggled, "Stung you?"

Abby set the console down and reclined back on the couch, taking a deep breath. "How did you get so good at this in the first place?"

"I dunno," you hummed. "You just gotta work on it."

Of course. As much as Abby fancied herself an expert at all things, part of her was alright with taking the loss on this one; especially knowing how happy you got when you finally got to best her at something. You could have this one.

Abby rolled her eyes and continued, "Ah, it's whatever. Show me what you've got on your island, babe." 

Your eyes lit up and a smile bloomed across your face. Letting out a chuckle of her own, Abby swore she'd never get sick of that expression. You picked your own console back up and snuggled closer into her side.

Immediately your fingers flew, maneuvering your character around the screen. Abby smirked, catching a glimpse of the pink bunny that decorated the skin of your console. She never had a single clue how she managed to land a delicate thing like you. It always made her a little afraid of breaking you; something she didn’t worry about with most. She was abrasive and proud of it. But not with you. Never with you. She hooked a strong arm around your frame and pulled you closer.

"The first thing I have to show you..." you trailed off as your character disappeared inside of a pastel pink house. The main room of your house was thoroughly decorated with polka dot wallpaper and white wood floors. Pastel couches and a white coffee table with a decorative cake and tea set on top constituted your home’s living room. Underneath it all, a fluffy looking rug tied the whole soft atmosphere. Except…it didn’t look like any old carpet. It was a picture of some sort of cartoon character tucked inside a bright blue teacup.

Abby squinted. "Who's on the rug?"

You looked up at her, "I've told you about the characters, Bee. Guess."

Noticing the long ears on the character, she spitballed, "Isn't that the bunny? MyMelody?"

"Nooo..." you whined and tapped the decal on your switch. "That's MyMelody. The rug is Cinnamoroll. And he's a puppy, not a bunny."

Abby scoffed, "Well, sounds like I've gotta do more studying."

"Yeah," you replied matter of factly with a glint of pride in your eye, "you really do."

As soon as you showed her around your house, you then graduated to running around your island. You'd sunk hundreds of hours into the game and it showed, considering every nook was themed and immaculately adorned with various trees, bushes, and flowers. She couldn’t help but be a little jealous. It wasn’t fair that these little virtual creatures could live in a paradise, entirely hand crafted by you. That sounded like a dream to her.

"So, this is Toby," you introduced her to a yellow rabbit with big eyes and teal hair. "He's part of the Sanrio set of characters. I'm trying to collect them all."

"Now, that is a bunny. It has to be. Geez, how many bunnies does this brand have?" she grumbled.

You giggled again, "Yes, he's a bunny. But he's based off of Keroppi," you added with a pointed glance in her direction, obviously expecting her to fill in the blank.

Now this is one Abby knew. She blurted out, "The frog!"

"Good job, Bee," you smiled proudly.

"Eh, it's no big deal," she brushed you off with a teasing look that told you she was playing her humility up. She had to preserve some respectability.

Then she watched as your character ran over to a secluded piece of land that looked over the ocean. The sun was setting over your island paradise as your character plopped down on an iron bench. Cut off from the rest of the island by a thick layer of trees, this area was quiet. The normally upbeat music subsided so you and her could clearly hear the wind blowing and the waves crashing. It was strangely kind of…calming.

"This spot is nice," Abby mumbled.

"I made it for us,” you replied quietly.

"For us?"

Your gaze was especially sentimental when you answered, "Yeah! So when you finally visit my island, we'll have a place to sit and watch the ocean."

Abby blinked vacantly. "You know...we can totally do that now too...in real life?"

You chewed on your lip as you watched the screen. "I mean, yeah. Of course. But I want to sit with you and watch the sunset virtually too."

Abby was quiet, thinking about all the hours you put into this endeavor. How patient you had been, sharing all of the things you loved with her. God…how had she been lucky enough to find you again? 

Finally, she spoke, "Ya know...maybe I won't quit the game just yet. At least not until I get to sit on the bench with you...virtually..."

"You're such a goober," you smiled, laid your head back on her chest, and hopped off the bench in game so you could keep showing her around.

Her emotions weren’t showing up too visibly on her face. But she was undoubtedly and thoroughly impressed. For one, she was amazed at your eye for design and the way you coordinated everything without making it look too uptight and proper. Your island felt comfortable, just like how you made her feel. And more than anything, she was happy that it was a kind of comfort you always wanted her to be involved with.

#˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚ #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson tlou2 #abby tlou #abby the last of us #the last of us #the last of us part 2

[archangeldyke-all]

hihi! :) (let’s hope the tumblr gods don’t eat this)

do you have any thoughts about modern sevika tastes? i.e how she dresses, the scents she likes to wear, the music she might like, what her phone case might be like. things like that! :)

- topdrop anon

i have a few, but i would LOVE to hear your guys thoughts in the comments too!!

men and minors dni

she dresses practically: pants with lots of pockets, shoes with steel toes, breathable and easy to wash fabrics. but i think she's got a little fashion sense in her, and she knows how good she looks, so she's always buying her clothes just one size too small so all her muscles are on full display, pulling and tugging at the tight fabric of her clothes.

lots of shades of gray and black. some earthy tones-- olive greens and tans and browns. a few pops of color here and there: her favorite red jacket, the purple beanie she wears in winter.

all her socks are black. but her boxers are the cutsy-est things you've ever seen. prints of little hearts, dogs, kitties, ducks, lolipops; writing over the ass like 'eat me' or 'kiss me'; she keeps most of her attire serious, but her undies are always goofy.

i think her left arm would either be a prosthetic or covered in tattoos. shoulder to fingertips.

she's totally the type of person to drive in silence. or listen to the news. she doesn't really listen to music, but she's got a few jazz vinyls she's always cycling through at home. i think it's mostly instrumental, but she does have a soft spot for some soulful singing (which means she cries when nina simone comes on every. single. time. and can you blame her?)

as much as i want to make her a punk-rocker, i just think she'd find it noisy and annoying hahaha.

her phone case is either clear, or it's super bulky and has a little latch on it so she can latch it to her belt lmaoooo.

she keeps the background photo as the default picture it comes with, until she meets you. (she changes it to a pic of the two of you kissing the SECOND you agree to be her girlfriend. she grins after you say yes, pulls her phone out, and quickly changes her background, whispering, "fuck yes, i've been waiting to get rid of this boring ass wallpaper.")

i don't know how to describe scents, but i picture her smelling fresh, like kinda minty, but in a irish spring way. sandalwood too. but on top of all her soaps and lotions, she wears a really warm scented cologne, like tobacco and brown sugar and whiskey and coconut. like amber-y smelling?

she tries to deny the fact that she's got a sweet tooth. she's always munching on chips or nuts or other salty snacks. but that's just because if she starts on a sugary treat, she won't be able to stop herself until it's all gone.

you find this out after you gift her a pan of brownies for her birthday in the morning, and find that they're gone by lunchtime.

now, you always keep little chocolates and hard candies on you to pass to her when she looks stressed. she always gives you the biggest, happiest eyes you've ever seen, like you've just handed her a check for a million dollars instead of a peanutbutter cup.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Home

Summary: Dean comes home.

Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N (Robbie and Sadie - OFCs)

Word Count: 937

A/N: The lovely @deanswaywardgirl requested a fluffy fic using the moment from the gif above. I loved the idea of giving our boy a happy home, so this came into my mind. It took me way too long to come up with this simple fluffy drabble, my dear. But I hope you enjoy!

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89

Dean stepped quietly into the dark house, closing the back door as softly as possible. He slid the deadbolt home and then set down the big green duffel bag that was slung over his shoulder. He breathed deeply, drawing in the scents of lemon cleaner, crayons, and roast chicken that permeated the kitchen. 

He was home.

The only light in the room came from the soft bulb shining above the sink, spilling out of the window and falling across the grass in the backyard. Y/N left it on any time he was gone on a hunt. She told him to use it like a lighthouse, to follow its signal back to the safe harbor of their home. 

It always worked because he thought of that light every time he was away. He’d never told Y/N this because he didn’t want to scare her, but there had been a few times, when the monster had him nearly beaten, that the memory of that light had truly saved him. The thought of it shining for him, and of the people on the other side of it, waiting for him to come home, gave him the strength to push himself one more step and win the battle.

He flipped the switch, turning off the lighthouse now that he was safely docked, and stepped quietly through the kitchen. He bounded soundlessly up the stairs, shedding his jacket and thick flannel on the way, and tossing them over the banister. 

Once upstairs, he reached Robbie’s room first and opened the door; he was glad he’d fixed the squeak in the hinge before he left last time. It swung open quietly and he looked across the room to where his son slept, his thin back rising and falling in a quiet rhythm.

Dean passed his gaze over the room, his hunter’s eyes seeking anything out of place or suspicious. When he was satisfied that all was well in the room with the baseball wallpaper, he closed the door over again and continued down the hall to Sadie’s room, walking inside to peer into her crib and watch her tiny chest rise and fall. 

He was home in time for her first birthday in two days, and he was determined that no matter what catastrophes the world tried to dish up for them, he would be there at the party, wearing a stupid clown party hat, and overdosing on cake and ice cream. 

As he looked at her, he couldn’t resist smoothing one of his too rough fingers across her satin-soft, chubby cheek. She stirred slightly and grabbed hold of his finger, gripping it tightly in her sleep. Dean happily stood like that for nearly ten minutes, marveling over her, and refusing to take his hand away from where she clutched it.

Finally she let go and rolled over and Dean smoothed back her baby curls from her forehead and left the room before he was tempted to wake her up just so he could see her four-tooth smile.

He wandered across the hall to his and Y/N’s bedroom and walked as quietly as possible through the door, avoiding the floorboard that always squeaked. All he could see of Y/N was one shapely leg sticking out of the thick duvet that covered their bed. Otherwise the massive King size bed swallowed her up.

She always said the bed felt far too big and empty when he was gone, and he believed her. Every bed without her in it felt hard, cold, and empty. He shucked off his boots and pants, and tugged his t-shirt over his head, leaving him in just his dark blue boxer briefs. He tried as hard as possible not to shift the bed as he got in, but he knew it would be in vain.

Y/N also slept very lightly when he wasn’t beside her.

“Dean?” She mumbled, mostly still asleep, as he stretched out beside her. 

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s just me.”

“Mmmmm…” Y/N moaned softly as she cuddled close to him, and curled her arm around his waist, laying her head on his chest and pressing a kiss there. “You’re home.” She said on a sigh. 

“I’m home.” He confirmed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her tight against him. 

She looked up at him with a sleepy face and a crooked smile. “I missed you.”

Dean nodded. “Me too, baby, me too.” He bent his head so he could kiss her lips gently. “Go back to sleep.”

She shook her head. “How was the hunt?”

Dean shrugged softly beneath her. “Went okay. Didn’t lose anyone else, and we got the shifter. So we can’t ask for more than that.” He squeezed her again. “But man, I’m glad I'm home.”

Y/N nodded. “Me too.” She agreed, as she snuggled herself deeper into his side, and laid her head back down on his chest. Very quickly Dean heard her breathing even out into deep breaths and knew she was asleep again. 

As he felt his eyelids get heavy, he breathed in the peace that always came when he walked back through his door and felt the presence of his family envelope him. The calm that flowed through him as he watched them, knowing they were safe, knowing they were healthy and whole, was a sublime kind of gift, one he never wanted to take for granted.

As the tap dripped softly in their bathroom, his mind floated into oblivion, and he brought his contentment with him into a night of sweet dreams, and peaceful quiet.

NEW TAGS 2:

1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays. @lyarr24 @deans-spinster-witch @impalaslytherin @maggiegirl17 @akshi8278 @candy-coated-misery0731 @deanswaywardgirl @slytherinlyn314 @globetrotter28 @jensensgirl @perpetualabsurdity @tristanrosspada-ackles @djs8891 @muhahaha303 @kayyay1219 @emily-winchester @recoveringpastaaddict @maximumkillshot @mimaria420 @sacriceria @envyaurora95 @lacilou @jc-winchester @spnwoman @mimi-luvzyu @jackles010378

2 - Dean Winchester Fics Only. @carryonwaywardgirl

3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.) @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @alexxavicry @nancymcl @spalady26

4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well) @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @maliburenee @supernatural4life2022 @spn730015 @kickingitwithkirk @waywardbaby @foxyjwls007 @deanwanddamons @deandreamernp @deanwithscissors @myloversgone @snowlovespie @leigh70 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @charred-angelwings @hopefuldreamers-world @jensensgotyoudean @thoughts-and-funnies @magssteenkamp @princessmisery666 @eevvvaa @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @bernasaurus @jensenslady79 @courtn92 @avanatural @ellie-andthemachine @this-is-me19 @roseblue373 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @fanfic-n-tabulous @k-slla

#dean winchester #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester drabble #fic request

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

JUST MALE WIFE GHOSTLY THINGS

You find out that Shadow is his lock screen wallpaper. An incredibly minor conflict of epic proportions ensues. ("When did you change your lock screen?" "What?" "Why. Is. Shadow. Your. Lockscreen?" "...Fucking hell, are you jealous?" "...No..." "...Sure thing.")

Hearing the deep timbre of one of his rare chuckles as Shadow holds him hostage to prevent him from leaving the house, especially if he's on assignment. Atta girl, Shadow.

Him knowing the lines of your favorite movie word-for-word because you always make him watch it with you when you're not feeling your best.

Simon having a sweet tooth bigger than yours. And yours is big. You poke fun at him and he shrugs. You usually buy two pints of ice cream because he can eat one by himself. He is a chocolate fiend so anything with chocolate is *chef's kiss*. 😘

The look of resignation and pride on his face when he finds out you have him listed as Wifey ❤️ in your phone. ("Because you are." "..........")

Knowing the lines of his favorite movie word for word. Hell, just knowing he has a favorite movie. ("I didn't know you liked—" "Not. One. Fucking. Word." "Heh.")

He's a cuddle bug through and through. You thought it was all you until you decided to test your theory one night. You purposefully slept as far away from him in the bed as possible. The next morning you awoke and he was asleep on top of you because fuck that, you will not run away from his cuddles.

Getting Shadow a sibling because she needs someone else to wreck shit with. You're surprised that he even suggested it but you're all for it. ("Good. And they'll keep her occupied." "Sure you're not jealous?" "NO.") You expect something like a Doberman or German Shepard. Nope. He surprises you both with a cream long-haired miniature Dachshund puppy named Blondie and surprise, surprise, you're now competing with the damn dog (he's so damn cute, too) for his attention.

He nearly choked on his drink when you first used a pet name on him. You usually call him gorgeous, babycakes, baby boy, handsome, or some derivative of the names listed. If it's cute, it suits. Ghost denies that he's giddy like a schoolgirl when you use them. But he is. You know it, he knows it, and Soap and Price secretly know it.

Him secretly being a fan of your self-care routine after you made him participate by wearing a clay mask and relaxing the day away. May or may not have dozed off with his mask on. You also may or may not have taken a picture of him (Spoiler alert: you did).

His stare of abject disappointment when he finds out you started a show without him. Good luck getting him to watch those shitty romcoms with you next time.

Finding out he whines softly when you scratch his scalp. Oh? You tried again for good measure. Yep, he whined. No, Ghost will not admit to it. Yes, continued poking and prodding nets you a shut-up kiss that turns into a shut-up makeout session.

#ghost x reader #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon 'ghost' riley #just ghostly things.

[fbfh]

dad!ricky bowen hcs

wc: 1.7k

warnings: afab/pregnant reader, ricky is a good dad, ricky x therapy, ricky has mild white guy with a guitar syndome, mildly questionable but still cute baby names, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF AND LOVESICK RICKY ("op that isn't an au")

a/n: I have been sturggling!!! the good news is I'm going to see barbie movie tomorrow which will be fun. I had a fashion crisis then realized I can just. go as weird barbie. I feel her in my soul.

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @sunshineangel-reads @strawberry-cake1 @afidiofobia @aliyahsutherland @pikzel @demirunner @brinaslittlefreak @girlfriendwhoseawitch @2manyobsessions @almostjollypizza  @mystic-writings  @babiesimagines @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33 @urmum-xoxo @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @legramilis @if-only-i-was-fictional @mrscarolscaramoucheplease @isaentremundos

Oh boy oh my god

If you thought this boy couldn't love you anymore than he already does???

You thought Ricky Munch McSimp Bowen couldn’t get anymore irrevocably in love with you and hopelessly utterly devoted to your very existence???

You think he’s bad now?????????

Just wait till you get pregnant 

His entire world changes

And all his priorities shift to you

And that little bump growing on your belly

If he doesn’t baby trap you

Which let’s be real, there’s a pretty decent chance he would try to baby trap you if he gets back in his Toxic Ricky Era

Aka best era

But that’s a story for another time

Let’s assume that it actually was an accident

That the condom really did break or you really did forget to take your birth control

So this is just as much of a surprise to Ricky as it is to you

He’s reeling at first

He has no idea what to do, he can barely process this

It’s not that he doesn’t want kids, it’s just that you’re both still so young, he’s never really thought about it too much before

Let me rephrase that

He’s never practically considered it before

Sure he’s had plenty of hazy starry eyed daydreams about you two being parents together

Of how cute and sweet you would be all pregnant with his baby

Of how clingy and affectionate you’d get with a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, how you’d sound calling him your husband

But now, actually standing there in the bathroom looking at all the tests with the little positive lines

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t freaking out a little

Not in a bad way

It’s just a lot to process

Then he hears you on the phone in the other room with your mom or sister or best friend as you break the news to them

“Yeah… yeah, Ricky’s the dad.” 

Ricky’s the dad

He freezes in his tracks

He feels like he’s just been wacked cartoonishly over the head as your words ring in his ears

He’s the dad

Of the baby

Of your baby

He walks out of the bathroom looking for you while you wrap up your conversation

He keeps staring at your stomach

He knows it’s probably too early but he still hopes you’re showing

As soon as you’re off the phone you’re a little surprised and a lot relieved and comforted to see him pull you in for the tightest most meaningful hug of your life

He kisses your cheek and cradles your head and holds you so tight

And god you were doing your best to hold it together but you’re already so hormonal and he’s holding you so reassuringly

You can’t not cry

And he gets a little misty too

He makes sure you know from that moment that this is going to be the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you both

The first ultrasound changes his brain chemistry

He looks on that screen at the fuzzy image of your baby and GOD he never wants to look away

He will be making it his wallpaper and getting wallet sized pictures

By the time your baby is born Mike has tons of ultrasound pictures hanging on his fridge 

He’s constantly taking pictures of you bc he thinks you look beautiful all the time

And you look unfathomably beautiful carrying his baby

“Ricky, if you post me anymore often you’ll have to start a spam account…”

You’re joking but he thinks that’s actually a good idea

You’re barely able to talk him out of becoming a daddy vlogger

I could go into heavy detail about how supportive he is during your pregnancy

And how motherfucking DOWN he is to be a dad

And I will (at some point. If y’all want future dad!ricky x pregnant!reader and/or ricky being an amazing dad/husband especially during new born days lmk. I have ideas.)

But I’ve gotten sidetracked with that enough for today

Bc after your baby is born and Ricky is holding you in the hospital while you hold your newborn baby

Your precious little bundle of joy

In that moment you become parents

And he watches you care for your baby

You heal his mommy issues

God watching you be a mom

Be a loving patient kind mom 

Who always makes time for your baby and makes sure they feel loved

Who would never ever ever even think about leaving them

Suffice it to say he’s really glad he’s already in therapy

Because watching you be a mom, even becoming a parent himself has really made him realize how horrible his mom was

And it’s made him so much closer with his dad

Picking out names was a bit of a process

You end up settling on Sonny, short for Sondheim for your first born son

Then when your second comes along, a little girl

You see Ricky playing guitar for you and Sonny and your baby bump one night when you notice the name on the side of his guitar

“What brand is that?” You ask sleepily

“What, my guitar?” Ricky smiles, watching you play with your son’s soft curly hair that looks just like his dad’s

“It’s an Epiphone.” 

You can’t get the name out of your head after that

When you pitch it as a baby name to Ricky, he loves it

Like he can’t think of a more perfect name

So two years after Sonny is born, you welcome Pippa into your family

And now you have a daddy’s boy AND a daddy’s girl on your hands

Half the time, anyway

The other half they’re die hard mommy’s kids

Usually you can swap, one of you taking each kid

And that system works pretty well

Ricky has like

Deeply, chemically bonded to you

He is so excited for extracurriculars and hobbies

He’s so fucking ready for basketball and little league and skateboarding and guitar lessons

And all the ballet recitals and gymnastics and soccer and cheer tryouts 

And of course theatre

Oh my god when Big Red found out y’all were pregnant?????

You could hear the entire Redonovich family screaming and celebrating across the entire state

So obviously Uncle Red is over all the time

Aka uncle pizza guy

He knows not to show up to your place without pizza

Or at least some cinnamon twists or salt lake slices stickers

He was highkey scared that your kids wouldn’t like him

But he is literally their favorite uncle

For Red’s first birthday after your oldest is born, you give him a shirt that says “official bisexual pizza uncle”

He wears it all the fucking time

He loves it and wants a million more

And of course

All kids birthday parties are at Salt Lake Slices 

Because fuck chuck e cheese 

If you even propose throwing a party somewhere else???

Expect a tantrum

Even when your kids get older and want to start celebrating elsewhere, Salt Lake Slices will always be an integral part of all birthday traditions

Every birthday plan has a silent (and then we go to Slices after) attached to it

Pool party aka pool party + slices

Laser tag (then slices), trampoline park (then slices), six flags (then slices)

Grandpa Mike is over a lot too and he couldn't be prouder 

He keeps every single memorabilia 

He still has your oldest’s first ultrasound picture on his fridge

And he has a bookshelf that’s filling up with boxes of craft projects and photos and drawings

He’s proud of you and proud of your grandkids

And he’s especially proud of Ricky

The kid has had his ups and downs, but Mike really can’t believe the amazing man his son has grown into

And Miss Jenn aka fairy godmother

The literal godmother of your children

Is equally obsessed with them

She’s still directing shows at East High as well as at a local community theatre

“My theatre family… my children… I am beyond honored to announce our first official theatre baby.” 

She will hold up your baby in front of both casts and sing a slow, soulful, emotional rendition of the circle of life from broadway lion king

It’s a canon event you can’t interfere

Ricky is so relieved that Pippa is still too little for school by the time Sonny is getting ready to start pre-k 

He can’t imagine having both his babies out of the house all day at the same time

“So every couple years we’ll just… have a new one?” 

He’s barely joking

Their first sleep away camp at camp shalow lake crushes you both

It’s so hard but you’re so proud and so excited for them

Besides 

Uncle EJ aka uncle rocketman aka uncle stinkyman has them in good hands

Ricky called him stinkyman once and your kids LOST it

He's running the camp now btw

So yeah every kid under 10 now refers to EJ with his new camp nickname

Stinkyman

Ricky promises to talk to the kids and tell them not to call him that

As soon as EJ leaves you’re like “Are you actually-”

“Yeah no I’m not gonna discourage that.” 

God you can’t get enough of him

Ricky either works at a skate shop downtown or a music store these days

If yall are still doing shows you absolutely take the kiddos to rehearsal with you

You spend most of rehearsals hyping each other up to your babies

“Look, daddy’s about to say something really funny.”

“Isn’t mommy’s singing and dancing so pretty?”

 Your kids basically have free rein at the threatre

They’re the unofficial mascots and get playbill mentions for shows they’re not even in

They make up new good luck rituals for every show

And all of them work

God Ricky just loves you so much

He loves you and your kids

And his dad and miss Jenn and his friends

He loves every bedtime story and post cry hug and scraped knee bandaid request

He loves all of it

And he loves doing it with you

#ricky bowen #ricky bowen x reader #hsmtmts #hsmtmts x reader #dad!ricky bowen #this boy is just.... hm.... #need him rn #hes such a fuckin golden retriever

[pinkberry1rxx]

Here are a couple of 4K wallpapers for y’all- Sweet Tooth simpers 🤡😝

#Sweet Tooth #Twisted Metal #clown #man has a sad backstory😢 #him & Tommy 😭😭 #I miss them!!! #we need more Tommy & Sweet Tooth content #research purposes!!

[santacoppelia]

Do you have any favorite Good Omens fics you would recommend, or have you written any?

Hi there!!!

Oh, dear, I have A TON! I'm not sure if they would be "new", but here I go, nonetheless. I read a lot of AU fics (and I'm writing one), so I hope it's not a pet peeve of yours! I'll try to limit myself and not recommend things that I have seen recommended a lot (like "Factory Settings", "the therapy one with the impossibly long name" LOL, "Slow Show", "Oopsie Omens"... I'll make a couple of exceptions, tho). I also read a lot of WIP's, love angst, hurt/comfort and fluff, and prefer skipping over smut (Not a against it per se, love sexy times with feelings), so my selection is... Very particular. Here it goes!!

Demon and Angel Professors: I adore this series of short fics. There are 200 of them in the collection, they all are 666 words long, and both the guys and the new characters are absolutely endearing. The diversity of the cast was a welcome addition.

Listen, Will You Learn To Hear Me From Afar?: This one is short, a little sad but very, very sweet. Aziraphale starts receiving flowers and poems every three years, after Crowley disappears in Edinburgh. I loved the poetry selection.

Stalwart Sun, Wily Moon: Probably, my first AU and the one that started it all. I'm pretty sure this is one of the "everyone and their grannies have already read this", but I adore the relationships, the way the characters transformed by entering this universe (Crowley being a fantastic art thief with a magnificent taste for clothes was something I never knew I needed). I would absolutely watch an adaptation of this fic to the screens.

Too Wise To Woo Peaceably: This one is, probably, another one of the "everyone has read this fic and I don't care", but I really feel deeply about it and its author. It was a tour the force, with daily posting and the author reading and answering the comments EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. Feral But Fluffy brought me single-handedly into being an active participant in this fandom instead of just lurking in the corners. It's a fantastic continuation from the ending of Season 2, with a lot of angst, hurt, laugh and comfort. And Muriel rings absolutely true in here.

Give A Man A Mask: Another one by Feral! This one is a beautiful seduction game, taking Venice and a Masquerade as the background. Sexy, exciting, and hurtful at the same time.

Postcards From Paris: I find myself absolutely enraptured by the AUs created by Ghostrat (and their illustrations!! I use his AU Streamer!Crowley as my laptop wallpaper), but this one is very close to my heart. One lonely lawyer starts receiving postcards addressed to the previous tenant, signed by one AZF. The concept and execution are lovely. His Streamers AU is also very funny, and the Professors AU (Mon Horrible Cheri) is one of the "must reads with a lot of hits that recommends by itself".

Husband Material: This AU has made me laugh A LOT. Crowley is a wedding planner... And he has to plan the wedding of "the one who got away", Aziraphale. It is still a WIP, and it lights my day whenever it appears in my inbox.

Shepherds of the Damned: an after S2 work, the Crowley recovery arc in this fic had my heart leaping. It is also gripping and full with angst and action. A very noble S3, if you ask me.

Symphony of Second Chances: in this AU, Crowley is a drummer, recovering from a terrible shoulder injury and trying to get back to his place in the orchestra. Aziraphale is the visiting director for the next season... And they are absolutely smitten with each other. A lot of hurt and the sweetest comfort ever (it made me want an Aziraphale in my life more than ever). Still a WIP.

The Anon Before Christmas: This fic was pure happiness and tooth rotting fluff, ideal for December, with a warm cup of cocoa. They are humans and have the nicest group of friends one can ever imagine... But they loathe each other. Of course, one meddling Anathema makes sure to make Crowley Aziraphale's Secret Santa.

To Love The Stars Too Fondly: Another fantastic post S2 fic, filled with love and angst and adventure and all the right things to make it a gripping read, and a GREAT ending. Another take that could be a satisfying alternate canon.

Because We Are Carying The Fire: A horror AU! Aziraphale is a professor with a PhD in parapsychology, and one day he receives a mysterious book. Weird things happen, and he looks for the help of Crowley, a podcaster and self appointed demon expert. It is a WIP, and it really delivers. It is romantic and terrifying at the same time.

And my works!

I've written a short fic, Rebellion, speculating with the causes of The Starmaker's Fall. It came from a prompt imagining "what if rebel angels had been creating alternative lifeforms in the Universe", and it turned slightly dark (because I'm me). I'm also writing and publishing a longer fic, Under The Fold, an AU where AZ Fell and AJ Crowley are journalists who made an exposé that put them in danger and where they will have to use all of their researching abilities to bring justice (and avoid dangers). I've already written 2/3 of it, and half of it is already up, if you feel like reading it!

I enjoyed answering this entirely TOO MUCH. Take all this reading suggestions!

#good omens #good omens fanfics #fanfic recommendations #my one true talent is reading #hope you like at least a couple of these! #thanks for the ask!

[whatthefishh]

Hi sweetie! Happy early birthday! I suppose the prompts I am choosing from your list is: Jake, Fluff and skating date. ❄️ 💕 If you DONT have to do this prompt that’s okay! I still hope you have a wonderful day and you enjoy your birthday. 🎂 🌙✨

- Nikē

Hi darling 🥰 I would love to go skating with Papi, so here you gooo

(600 words of Jake fluff, birthday series part 2, thanks for the title Kitty)

Skating into Sweetness

You don’t know why you agreed to this (you do, it was his eyes). You’re struggling to catch your footing, ice skates laced up tight, knees bent inwards to try not to fall as you wave your hands frantically in the air for balance. You had only ever gone skating once before swearing off the activity due to your utter failure. Fast forward to now, where Jake had convinced you to go skating with him at Somerset, with claims of the rink being lit up with pretty lights, hot chocolate waiting for you afterwards and a great opportunity for some instagram pics. He never told you he was ridiculously good at the activity, making you feel embarrassed for being a fully grown adult with absolutely zero foot coordination on the ice. There were children doing laps around you for goodness sake.

“You go on without me, I need a break!” you leaned against the wall of the rink, calling out to Jake who was literally spinning circles in front of you, as effortless as a professional.

Catching your balance and your breath, you watched as he sped around the diameter of the ice, gliding through the throngs of people easily enough to catch the eyes of more than a couple onlookers. On his way back to you, you watched him smile at you but easily got distracted by his thighs flexing as he propelled himself forward, the muscles visible through his dark wash denim jeans. Now you could see exactly why he was getting some appreciative glances.

Coming to a stop in front of you, he was panting slightly with a wide smile on and snowflakes sitting prettily on his long lashes. You felt foolish for feeling foolish, only now taking in the fact that Jake was having such a good time and you were happy to be spending the time with him doing something he so clearly enjoyed. Smiling back at him, you reached for his hands with both of yours, entwining your fingers and slowly easing yourself off the wall to stand shakily with him on the ice.

“Maybe if we try like this, I can keep up?” you asked timidly, not wanting to rain on his fun but wanting to share his joy.

“Getting tired trying to keep up, mi vida?”

“You know I stand no chance against those thighs.”

“Hmm, that is true, amor. Come, let’s take a lap and then settle in with some hot chocolate, si?”

“Ooooh, hot chocolate sounds amazing,” you perk up at the thought, eager to start gliding across the ice with Jake’s help.

With Jake skating backwards and holding your hands, you managed to make it around the rink twice with no falls before tapping out for the aforementioned promised drinks. Still holding his hand in line for refreshments, you reached your hand out with your cell phone camera facing the both of you to snap some pictures of the lovely evening. Your cheeks and noses were cold and numb from the chill, smiles almost hard to conjure but the sparkle in your eyes were unmistakable, even on camera.

For the last shot, Jake had his arms wrapped around you from behind, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek making you grin into the camera. The picture was so tooth-rotting, so sweet, the side of Jake not everyone was privy to knowing, it warmed your heart so much you immediately changed your wallpaper, smiling down at your phone goofily while he purchased your drinks.

“You’re gonna make Steven jealous, you know.” Jake hummed into your ear as he looked at your new wallpaper.

#Jake lockley #Jake lockley fluff #moonknight fanfiction #jake lockley fanfiction #birthday fic #soft jake lockley #birthday celebration #moon knight boys

[eldrichfuck666]

Get to know a simmer - summer 2023 edition (for me!) I was tagged by the amazing @lilypixels (thank you so muuuuch, you truly don't know how much I love to ramble on here and I also was so curious to know more about you! （*＾-＾*) and although I did it back in spring and you can find the old post here, I LOVE DOING SUCH UPDATES SKKSS so I'd decided I want to do it again~ Especially considering, I have a bit more mutuals and followers than then, so.. get to know me! And my love for rambling, too!

Show your wallpaper and last song you listened to (as you can see, I have a new theme! Yay! But Writer Lite still stayed here as well as Linga :') and I'm slowly going into my Hozier obssesion again, it's just mixed with Will Wood and Tally Hall!) AND YEAH I DID IT THE LAST LMAO just right now and I was just.. God why am I so slow and write so slow I-

Currently reading: I'm re-reading To Be Devoured by Sara Tantlinger once again and it's thanks to that one nonnie that made me want to go back to it and analyse every single sentence..) and I started reading Rapture by Saint Harlowe which was recommended to me by @rottengurlz - thank you SO MUCH for such amazing book rec, by far I can say that I'm getting so much Hannibal vibes for some reason? JACKSON IS SO.. OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOD I don't know how to react and i'm fucking screaming IS IT A BOOK OF MY DREAM? The writing style, the religious references, the murderousness and both gentleness. It is... I didn't got very far, but this is very... this is a religious experience, literally! And I'm forever thankful to you for this rec!! 💕

Last movie: I might be very wrong because my memory sucks, but I feel like it was The Witch (2015)! But I'm not sure since I also watched Annihilation (2018) the same week and I don't remember which was the last I had watched 😭

Last show: Chapelwaite (2021) - I only started and I'm honesty terrified to watch it further but I think It might be worth it?

Craving: mmm, I don't really know? Maybe caramelized shrimps or WAIT Maultaschen? THEY HAVE INTERESTING STORY THOUGH!!! And they're very tasty and you probably know what's I'm going to go cook right now...

Last thing you ate: Baked Brussels sprouts with maple syrup! As you can see, I have a sweet tooth and I'd sold my soul for anything sweet, but especially for sweet vegetables!

What are you wearing right now: It's very cold (I'M NOT JOKING IT'S LITERALLY 12 DEGREES CELSIUS OUTSIDE AND THERE WERE A !!!!!!LONG THUNDERSTORM!!!!!!! AND I'M SOOOO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!) so I'm wearing very old very fur socks that were knitted by my papa (yes, they're a gift for Christmas 2019 and I adore them and would protect them at any cost), orange woolen sweater, woolen home shorts and on top of that... I'm hiding in a very big yellowish autumny blanket with milky white stripes. I'm freezing and I still have my window open wide despite having an obvious fucking fever.

How tall are you: I figured out I'm actually 175 cm tall! It's pretty tall, right?

Piercings: None! I don't even have my ears pierced and I don't want to! There's clip-ons for that and I don't want to feel pain event for a slightest second. But piercings are really cool! I wish I didn't have this wild fear of pain or there were like... septum clip-ons if it makes sense? But yeah, still none and never will be!

Tattoos: None and I'm pretty sure there will never be any!

Glasses/contacts: I still have perfect vision, however! I STARTED KINDA COLLECTING VINTAGE GLASSES WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL SILVER CHAINS! I have three of them now help It's becoming another obsession... They just look cool and not even only on me, but just in general - even in the cabinet! And they have such beautiful and detailed cases ohhhh...

Favourite colour: Ahhh... I'm not sure but maybe... peachy pink? And that gold orange you can see on the painting Café Terrace at Night by the one and only Vincent Van Gogh. BUT PARIS GREEN IS STILL MY OBSESSION FOREVER I LOVE THIS COLOUR!!!!!!! And also, I think It's maroon and wine reds? They look so vampire I just... And so rich if it makes sense? AND GORE AND BLOOD- But aesthetic blood though!

Current obsession: Maid Of Sker & Bloodborne lore and maybe.. cosmic horror in general? Something definitely changed in me after watching Annihilation... But I also love Lovecraftian horror, so It does make a lot of sense!

Any pets: still no pet :,&lt; And I haven't seen my parents dog for months now... I miss her so much and I know they live only couple hours away but I'm deathly scared of publicly busy places especially electric trains and trains in general. I do not have a car and don't plan to and it will be useless anyways, but I'm not ready to deal with very... unstable train schedule and everything yet. I'm just scared but I hope i'd visit them at least for Christmas.

Favourite fictional character: Umm... I don't know now, It might be still Will Graham. I love him.

Last place you traveled: does going to Augsburg which is like.. 1 hour or so from me to see its cathedral once again counts? I just love this place so much, it feels so powerful and so old (which it is, and the architecture is insane. you need to go here to understand and feel it, but It's something so beautiful and it's kinda is my comfort place so...). And yeah, because the trip wasn't as long, I had my earbuds on and was drinking tea on a train and everything went really well! It was two weeks ago and It was like one of the most beautiful 6 hours of my year so far. And, there were a slight rain when I was shopping and walking around, so it's was really amazing. 10000/10 would recommend. ALSO. I bought some handmade brooches here! Its just a comfort town for me if it makes sense? There's so much to see but just calmly walking around feel the best. AND OMG I LOVE BEING HERE WHEN IT'S RAINING OR WHEN IT'S JUST CLOUDY AHHH

I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW I'M SCARED OF TAGGING but if you read it and if you just want to do this consider yourself tagged and tag me if you want to!! I love you so much to whoever is reading this and I hope you're having a great night or day!! ❤️

#tag game

[fruitcoops]

Hey evie!!! So, to inaugurate your foray into drunkenness ( never thought that was something I'd say) I wanted to prompt you with usually reserved, now drunk logan being obsessed with how gorgeous his husbands are (only if it sparks joy! Feel free to ignore if not :))

@oknutzyweek prompt #6: Au II Timeskip! Married cubs adds ten years to my lifespan, and as always, character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW for alcohol/ drunkenness, tooth-rotting fluff

Leo only just managed to set his drink down.

“You,” Logan began, oblivious to Leo’s wince at the sudden weight crashing into his thighs. “Are fucking—qu’est-ce que c’est le mot? Adorable.”

“Adorable,” Leo corrected.

Teeth nipped the edge of his jaw with a playful growl and Leo whacked him lightly on the leg; Logan let his head loll onto Leo’s shoulder with a smile, his face flushed from alcohol and movement. “Adorable,” he practically purred as one hand toyed with the curls at the base of Leo’s neck. “So handsome. So sweet. You’re the hottest motherfucker in this room.”

God, Leo loved it when Logan actually relaxed for once. Not just for the extra sloppy kisses he got or the true and unmatched delight of having the Logan Tremblay in his lap, but because he could watch the weight of Logan’s daily worry lift away into ether. There was no game stress or family stress or Finn-accidentally-poisoning-himself-with-wallpaper-glue stress. It was just Logan at his mushiest, and that seemed like a pretty great place to be, in Leo’s opinion. He laughed under his breath when Logan snuggled closer and slung his legs sideways, obviously pleased with himself.

“Excuse me, please,” Logan said as a young woman passed their table. He hiccupped just as she turned in confusion, drink in hand.

“…me?”

Leo shook his head despite the fact that he could feel Logan nodding enthusiastically. “No, you don’t have to—”

“This is my husband,” Logan interrupted. He all but giggled when Leo tried to re-situate him and dropped a kiss to his cheek. “He’s kind, and he’s pretty, and he’s—ah, marveilleux? Oh, and he’s tall. So tall, you wouldn’t even believe it.”

The woman’s faint amusement became a snort of laughter when Leo made eye contact with her. “Well, good for you both,” she said. “Mazel tov.”

“Oh!” Logan perked up again and Leo fought back a groan when the poor woman turned back to them in surprise. “Finn says that all the time!”

She blinked. “Good for…him?”

“Finn’s mon autre mari.” Christ, he’s like a runaway train. Leo sent her a pleading, apologetic look, though it seemed she was too entertained by Logan to see it. Logan shifted in Leo’s lap to sit up straighter and hiccupped again as he gestured. “He’s tall, aussi. Red hair. He’s putting bookmarks on our wall instead of paint, and sometimes he doesn’t wear a shirt for it, and those are my favorite days.”

“Oh-kay, Lo, bring it down a notch,” Leo cut in, rubbing his back to get his attention as the woman stifled her laughter in her hand. “Ma’am, I am so sorry about him.”

She waved him off with her free hand. “It’s fine, don’t worry. You guys are cute.”

“Do you have a Finn?” Logan asked, but she was already disappearing into the crowd. A frown furrowed his brow. “Merde, it would be awful to not have a Finn, ouais?”

“It would.” He squinted at his watch. It was hard to make out more than a ‘12’ in the flashing lights from the club portion of the bar, and he kissed the bend of Logan’s neck. “Hey, ready to go home?”

“Oho, you’re taking me home?”

Leo barely managed to stop Logan’s teasing roll of his hips before he caused any more problems. Logan Tremblay, mischief-maker, he thought while Logan made himself comfortable again and fidgeted with Leo’s wedding ring. He’d be damned if he didn’t love those problems, though. There were no words for how he felt when Logan introduced him to a complete stranger as his “husband”, or the kick of his heart when Logan looked up at him all sappy and sweet like melted caramel. When Logan looked up at him like he was right then.

“What?” Leo asked over the noise of the bar.

Logan blinked sleepily at him, a soft smile curling his lips. “You’re going to cuddle me when we get home.”

“I am.”

“And Finn’ll be there to cuddle me, too. Or you.”

“He will.”

Logan’s fingers were surprisingly steady when they trailed up the side of Leo’s face and tugged at one stray curl. “I love you so fucking much,” Logan murmured. “And I get to keep you. I never thought I’d get to keep you.”

Before the Lions, Leo had just sort of assumed he would be single until he retired. It wasn’t worth breaking some nice woman’s heart to save face for the media. It wasn’t right. But then Finn and Logan had crashed into his life, the stars and moon to his sun, and suddenly his orbit was fuller than it had ever been. They had never left him, never strayed. They had been out for years now and some days Leo still wondered at the fact that he was allowed to have them forever.

“I would marry you all over again if I could,” he said into a chaste kiss that left Logan beaming. “It’s only been a year, but I swear I would.”

“I’d marry you right back.” Logan’s voice was low and a little raspy from alcohol. Leo wanted to bottle that sound.

“C’mon, mon mari, it’s time to go.”

Logan sighed through his nose. “I’m tired. It’s not even late. We’re getting old, Peanut.”

“So old. When I turn 27, they just roll me right into my grave to save time.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Leo paused halfway through winding an arm around Logan’ waist. Deep green eyes watched him intently. His heart skipped a beat at the quiet, almost sober intensity of Logan’s gaze. “I—thank you, Lo.”

“I’m not just saying it because I’m drunk or because I want you to take me home.” Logan sat up further and pressed their foreheads together; his calluses sent shivers up Leo’s spine where they curled around the back of his neck. “I’m not. I think you’re beautiful and all the other things I said, all the time.”

“I love you, too,” Leo whispered as their lips brushed. Logan was warm, heavy, and utterly relaxed. His kisses were languid, his hands steady where they fluttered over Leo’s arms and neck. The metal of Logan’s ring slid smoothly over his skin.

“You’ll actually cuddle me, oui?”

“Oui.”

“Okay.” Logan let out a contented breath. “D’accord. It’s too loud in here. I want to go see Finn.”

Leo let his teeth test the give of Logan’s lower lip. “One more kiss for the road.”

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn ohara #oknutzy #cubs #lelo #sweater weather #coast to coast #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #oknutzy week 2022 #drunkenness #date night #married cubs

[emasdf]

Get to know A Simmer

Thanks for the tag @lolathelotus 🤗

show your wallpaper:

Phone

Desktop

last song you listened to: FF by Kent

last movie: LOTR return of the king extended

last show: I always have some old comfort show on the background but I think the last new one was Sweet Tooth

craving: Ice tea 🤔

what are you wearing right now: Top and leggings

how tall are you: ⁓170cm

piercings: I have pierced ears but I hardly ever wear earrings

tattoos: None

glasses/contacts: Not yet but definitely need glasses

last thing you ate: Bread

favourite colour: Mint green

current obsession: Steam summer sale 😬

any pets: 2 bunnies. I love bunnies

favourite fictional character: I don't know... Johnny Zest?

last place you traveled: I haven't really travelled since covid

I’ll tag @boredmoodlet, @cactusblossom and @aries-sims​ but feel free to ignore if you already did this or prefer not to 🙂

#tag game #non sims