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[darkacademia-stuff]

“I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.”

-Marina Tsvetaeva

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[cosmicwriterof21stcentury]

Forge the fire that burnt the city down,love, love, only love

Most of the time

I was on a verge of madness

An Incurable syndrome of some sorts

When I found myself crying often at little things

Or when I'd find myself being my own worst critic

I don't know how to let people go

Or let this frustration out

I never learnt how to manage my emotions

So it came out in the most Illogical ways

The lost motivation everytime I'd try to make something

All the crumpled papers in the corner of my room

They speak my truth.

And even more than that I found myself lying wide awake in bed in hopes that it would occur to someone how I really felt

Writing and drawing was only an attempt to reach out

I was mostly afraid of being lonely

And so it did, It draped me in its arms like a never leaving sickness

The one that made my bones crack under the weight of never being understood

I lie alot, specially when I say that I'm happy

And on days when I smile the widest , I feel ever so lonely

I don't know if you read this that you'll understand but I believe it's only human nature to seek validation, I haven't accomplished much in life except for a thing here and there ,not enough to make myself proud .

I am also the person who doesn't know what love tastes like except the crumbs of it that I learnt to lick off the tables,despite being told I've the most unique perspective of life,but won't a victim become the predator when it's been victimized his whole life?

I've been called many things - Narcissist, Irritable, Annoying,A Burden,good for nothing,a Failure and that's when I started to separate myself from the others. They couldn't see the facade of my sadness,My Clinging Younger Self that deafened me to demand justice? What justice? Where's the justice? I lived with her long enough to realise she isn't the one to be reasoned with,so I suffocated her and I killed her.

The ever so lovely faces,the enchanting smiles,the wicked souls and the lost sheeps.

I liked to think I'm better than them,better off them,better of them,better in a way that could only validate my Loneliness.

And when I look at other people's relationship with their mothers and fathers, I feel this Heinous Anger and possibly - Jealousy.

I don't hate my parents,oh no , I don't . That's a crime. It's a sin. Blood is thicker than water.

But sometimes I wish they would notice me,see me or just acknowledge my presence.

I want to feel vulnerable without thinking that it's an abomination to myself.

I've been cruel to my mother, my father's been cruel to my mother but sometimes I see her in my dreams, an image of her burning, she tells me to lick off her bones clean and love her,love her,love her,love her.

Eventually, I learnt it the hard way,but it's true,war isn't about the one's who won but the one who's left.

I often wish I could sew my hands to that of my friends hands , so we don't drift away,but in the loudest of rooms with their laughter I feel it echoing in the emptiness of the room.

I like classical music, the ones with instruments mostly,that of violins and cello and I daydream of being a hero which I can never be. A hero that saves everyone but themselves. A hero that can only be reborn with a purpose,which I do not have.

I don't remember anything from my childhood except a few memories which make me believe that I'm cracked in some places and my being is spilled out from those cracks ,but I only have two hands, so I let them go and Iook at my hands and I barely recognise who I am anymore.

I've lost my sense of self atleast a thousand times, if I could compare, I'm that drawer in the house with objects that don't belong there or maybe a crayon mixed up with other old crayons and I'm barely picked on, I suppose the colour I'm made of is likely the most unwanted of them all.

I get alot of remarks on who I am,what I was,what I would and what I should be.

I like to think that I'm not the first ,and I'll not be the last.

And when I look at my mother ,in my head,I hear a voice shouting do you see me? Do you love me? Have you ever loved me? Do you have this sadness inside you too? And in those moments I forget that ,my mother, she's been a daughter too, a wife,a Sophisticated,an elegant woman raised by a daughter like her while a daughter in her raised her own daughter.

I believe it's a system, a corrupted,a rigged one and on top of that ,A System that only rejects Emotions and is a home to the cultivation of starving each other of love and teaching each other the ways to make skin,hairs,hands and face soft. Hands , only if they weren't so cold to touch,they could've mistaken you were infact dead.

I don't know much about my childhood,let alone theirs but I like to think maybe I'll understand them when I get older,so I keep my mouth shut, I swallow my desires ,I burn my tongue and I speak, only the words that could please the ears of their lost gaze.

And I feel lonely,so lonely,with all these people around me, I feel suffocated.

They all call me their friend but they barely know how I feel, wouldn't it be as good as half dead?

But then I laugh it off, afraid they'll laugh at me. A roof on my head,food in mouth,a mouth sewn close and a lovely household. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it-

I miss my father alot but he barely calls me to even ask how I am , so I pretend that it doesn't really matter how does it feel ? Is it cold in the town? Doesn't it get lonely to be the shadow of a father who wasn't even there? A father gone by the afternoon, returned ,fed,sat and he left.

I like to think that they'll love me one day, but will i be the same?

I often reason with myself if I'm not worthy of love,so I get mean when I'm nervous,like a bad dog.

I learnt somewhere how you only recognize love when it's how you perceive love, but deep down I see the spilled empty pages of my diary in my room and I explode, famish, scatter and discard my heart on an origami crane.

I learnt a lot of things , mostly skills that required hand work in hopes that if they couldn't feel my pain , atleast they could see it? How do you glamorize someone's pain without vomitting blood? How to appreciate the death of a person who's never been born? How do you reason me with my ability to see beauty in twisted things when all you feed me is agony and pain?

So I dismiss it,my thoughts,my emotions, nowadays I like to sleep,so that when I cannot turn them off. I dissociate from the world.

It would only matter if you think it does,how can one love a broken,twisted thing with a lost limb and a burnt tongue? Unworthy of love,your foolish desires,eat the burning coal and love them back,love them back ,love them back,even if it hurts. It's supposed to hurt. It wouldn't get better, only you get resilient.

-the end-

-tamanna.

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[arcanesdiary]

"Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched."

- Natalie Wee ( ‘Loney’ Poem in “Our bodies and Other Fine machines” )

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[rosestothedead]

"I don't want to kill myself or die. I just want to disappear until I feel okay again."

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[cursedgoddesss]

I wanted to participate in a giveaway but then i realised you need friends for that. 🌝

[social-media-quotes-for-loners]

They put you in charge of books? That's like asking an Alcoholic to watch the Bar.

iG: @awesomelibrarians

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[t-tomuras]

♔ ─── • 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Tenko Shimura x F!reader

Warnings: College / quirkless AU, Tomura is Tenko, mention of breeding, creampie, gentle bullying, orgasm denial, oral ( f receiving ), marking, biting, edging

Wordcount: 7k

Notes: A rework of one of my first ever fics. I.. got carried away. Thank you to beloved kitty cat for reading my insanity

You saw him often in the university’s library, tapping away at whatever handheld he felt like playing on that day while slouched in a beanbag chair, taking advantage of the usual silence in a much less productive way; depending on who you asked that is, certainly not Tenko himself. Sporting his usual ratty hoodie with fraying cuffs and the drawstrings unevenly tugged around him with the hood of it drawn over stylishly unstyled mop of ivory. 

You often wonder what holds his attention so steadfastly, what captivates him for hours, not that you watch him the entire time! You utilize the high speed internet for your class work and research assignments, it’s not your fault that the time you both spend in the common area overlaps so often. Tenko likely needs the wifi too, it only worsens your curiosity. 

You’d like to approach him, you would. Be like anyone else that meanders around him or approaches him without qualm or hesitation. Undeterred by the resting scowl the man wears regardless of what he’s doing, paired with his indifferent affect, painted Tenko as a silent loner.  

He was intimidating to you, simply put. 

It didn’t help that the few people he talked to on a semi-regular basis always seemed to agitate him, or at the very least, he was just indifferent to their presence while he was occupied. 

Can't really say you blame him either though, you were acquainted with one of the pair that stands with him now. 

Well, ‘acquainted’ didn’t seem like the best word to use for the man with dyed onyx locks and more piercings than college credits, Touya Todoroki, better known by the nickname ‘Dabi’. He was from your psych class, hardly spoke and really could hardly ever be bothered to show up to lectures either. He’s a notorious flirt though, your typical ‘bring him home on the holidays to piss off your father’ aesthetic. You’re not sure you’ve ever had a substantial interaction with him outside of Touya stealing (not borrowing as he calls it) your good and expensive pens or rolling your eyes.

And it seems like a common reaction to him in general as you watch Tenko sneering at him while Touya invaded his space, again, today while another… friend, stands idly nearby on his phone as he leans against the desk nearest to the pair.

That one seems much more approachable, relaxed and casual demeanor giving him a more inviting aura. Conventionally attractive with his sandy blond hair artfully disheveled and well cared for facial hair if you didn’t include his unruly brows; he wasn’t quite as tall as the pair before him but had a stockier build to him. He spots your discrete gawking while Touya fights with Tenko over the handheld, grin tugging at full lips as he glances between you and the quarreling duo before he saunters over. 

Too late for you to pretend your attention wasn't held by their hissed whispers and quieted antics or for you to quickly gather your scattered belongings and hightail it from the area, so you opt to straighten your spine and fight the heat stinging your nape. Clearing your throat awkwardly as you close your neglected laptop and the barren research paper left open on the screen.

“Name’s Keigo, Keigo Takami,” he introduces himself first, bending at the waist to lean against the desk you’d commandeered as a workstation for the time being, “something caught your eye, sweets?”  

The way he flashes another grin in a bid to appear just a bit more charming as he rests his chin in his hand annoys you. Keigo is charismatic, you can admit, but you don’t care for it, especially not after being caught staring, so you’re honest with your response, “who’s that guy you were talking to?” 

You know who Tenko is, but he doesn’t need to know the full extent of your interest in him, just that you’re interested in general if not to make it blatantly clear your interest isn't in him specifically. Turning your attention back to your studies as you lift the screen of your laptop again and place your fingers over the keys so you don’t have to watch Keigo visibly deflate at your flippant tone.

He’s quick to recover though, leaning back up to partially rest against the edge of your table like he was across the room, folding his arms over his broad chest as he watches Touya palming Tenko’s face and holding the handheld higher in the air childishly. Keigo’s shoulders sagging as he tilts his head, rolling his eyes as he turns to you, “y’mean Dabs? He’s—“ 

“No,” you state plainly despite how your ears burn a bit now, cheeks feeling warm as you shake your head and turn to look at Keigo’s friends, “not him. The other guy, the one in the hoodie with white hair.” 

Keigo stalls for a moment, blinks almost comically as he dramatically swivels his head between you and the men across the way, “Shimura? You’re asking about.. Tenko?” 

Your brows furrow at his tone, none too pleased with how incredulous he sounds. Almost disbelieving, as if it was an unfathomable concept, and he snorts a bit before he adds, “are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You question rhetorically, tone more than a little clipped, brow cocked in challenge. Now that you think about it, were these two even actually Tenko’s friends? The longer you interact with the blond and watch the other you’d think them more bullies than anything. “Yes, Tenko. Is there a problem with that?”

He’s confused to say the least, but he’s willing to throw Tenko a bone. Raising his hands defensively with a sheepish grin and a placating, “nothing nothing at all. Everyone always asks about Dabi, is all.”

“Dunno why,” rolling your eyes as you completely shut your laptop now, fully understanding you’re not likely to get any work completed right now. Turning to Keigo with a deadpan expression, shifting your body completely so your legs are no longer positioned beneath the desk so you can stand to leave, “Tenko seems like much better company.” You’re shoving your small notepad and pens into your bookbag followed by your laptop as you add, “much better than the company he doesn’t presently seem to want to keep.”

“Whoa whoa, wait a minute, you’ve got it all wrong.” Keigo sighs when you scoff, sliding from the tabletop to stand, holding out his hand for you to take (which you don’t) when you begin to push from your seat before letting it fall to his side once more when you’re on your feet. He’s a little taken aback by this entire exchange, Keigo’s never had an issue with talking to women before but pauses briefly to run his fingers through his sandy blond hair in a calming reflex. Taking a breath before he starts again, shoulders squared as if he was resetting himself, “seems like we got off on the wrong foot sweetheart.” 

You sneer to yourself at the pet name, pushing your chair back in with a finality before Keigo sidesteps into your path to keep you from leaving, though he does still give space so it doesn’t seem threatening. Arms held up again in yet another bid to be disarming, “that’s my bad. Let’s start over.”

He takes a step closer, moving to stand at your side with his arm gestured out as if to guide your path. Amber hues flitting from your unamused scowl to his friends then back again. Jerking his head into the direction of the two whose quiet quarrel has come to a silent stalemate, “C’mon how about I introduce you then,” chuckling to himself as he straightens his spine and shoves his hands into his pockets when your brow quirks with a cute skeptical pout. 

“All in good faith, promise,” signing it with his index drawing an ‘x’ over his heart paired with an admittedly charming wink. 

It makes you smile, causing Keigo to mirror the expression albeit with a much broader and toothy grin before you sigh your agreement. Following quietly behind him when you ask, “how do you know him anyway?”

Keigo keeps his stride short, staying in step with you for the most part while he taps at the screen of his phone that he fished from the deep pockets of his baggy pants, humming first to acknowledge he heard you, though you’re sure he wasn’t fully listening. Surprised when he actually answers your question after finishing his text or whatever it was that he was doing,  “Dabi and I go way back, him and Tenko are dorm mates though. We’ve all known each other since sophomore year, play games together every now’n’again since Tenko mostly likes to stay to himself.” 

You hum in turn, taking in the miniscule amount of information provided and filing it away even though it’s the absolute bare minimum that the blond can provide. Keigo thinks it’s kind of cute too, the interest you’ve taken in Tenko. Genuinely, nobody had ever asked Keigo about Tenko when Touya stood in the same area, not that Tenko was unattractive in the slightest. There was just something about the box dyed bad boy that everyone (man and woman alike, Touya wasn’t finicky) found more alluring than the reclusive man by comparison. It makes him chuckle softly to himself, slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips before you stand before both of the aforementioned men. 

Tenko oblivious to you or overtly disinterested as he focuses wholly on the device in his hands now that his peace is uninterrupted compared to the obvious interest Touya takes in your presence. Standing and leaning against the pillar the beanbag Tenko resides in is leaned against, crossing his arms over his chest as Keigo takes the liberty of introducing you.

“I met a little songbird guys,” closing the distance between himself and Touya before taking a firm hold of Touya’s elbow, “too bad Dabs and I gotta get to our Gender Studies class,” 

Both you and Touya look equally confused before your heart accelerates, thumping against your ribcage the moment Keigo actually begins to leave with Touya, tugging him along with no other explanation or excuse. You likely shouldn’t be but you’re reeling, floundering for Keigo but he’s already ushering his friend away; ultimately throwing you to the wolves despite doing exactly as he said he would, introduce you. 

If you expected him to be a wingman, well, that’s really your own fault, isn’t it?

The door closing upon their exit feels like it echoes, it makes you cringe as you chew at the inside of your cheek nervously. Tenko, however, pays the entire ordeal no mind, already slouching further into his plush seating with his handheld without even so much as an acknowledgement of your presence now that his headache of a roommate was gone. 

A moment passes, a beat of silence before you swivel semi-awkwardly on the balls of your feet. Rocking slightly with hands clasped behind your back before you stop and stand straight again, patting your bookbag lightly while chewing on the inside of your cheek. Going over what you could say now because it was becoming increasingly obvious that Tenko had no intention of speaking at all, only sparing you cursory glances while his fingers rhythmically presses the buttons of what you can see now is a custom skinned steam deck.

Agonizing internally to find something, anything, to say before lamely sighing out a trailing, “so..” 

“So,” he doesn’t even look up from his game, tone even and bored but that does little to deter the desire for conversation.

“My name’s—“ 

“I know who you are. Touya doesn’t shut up about the girl in his psych class that he wants to plow,” you don’t like the indifferent glare he fixes you with. It makes your skin heat, the comment taking you off guard as well, leaving your lips parted without a sound leaving them. Words caught in your throat purely by the shock of how casually Tenko divulges that information to you. 

Touya wanting to fuck anything with legs was no surprise to you, but for him to openly discuss the desire you sleep with you with his roommate? Someone that knows nothing about you? Utterly mortifying, you’re so embarrassed that you stand before him like a deer in headlights and yet it only continues to get worse as Tenko takes your silence for a different sort of realization, especially whenever you glance to the library’s exit. Exhaling a mirthless chuckle, as if this exchange was an annoyance to him now, “you missed your chance though, Keigo likes to cockblock, they’re not even close to being late.” 

“Huh?” He throws you again, recovering enough to express your confusion, “Wait no, actually what?” Missed your chance? Did he think you were simply standing here because you’d wanted to talk to Touya but had a stroke of intentional misfortune?

You can’t help the scoff that escapes you, snorting a bit at the ridiculous notion before it births an incredulous laugh that bleeds into a fit of giggling. Genuinely instead of nervously, long enough you need a moment to recover and for Tenko to pause his game with a curious look, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh, it’s really not funny I swear.” And it isn’t funny to you, honestly, but at least the air doesn’t feel so stiflingly awkward anymore. Your giggling subsides relatively quickly, tapering off into a few breathless sounds as you wipe away stray tears that gathered in your lash line.

“I really don’t understand the big deal about him,” you start after you’ve caught your breath, swiping your thumb a second time at the other corner of your eye but you still wear the smile that accompanied your laughter, “but I have absolutely no interest in Touya.” 

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, “Or Keigo for that matter. I actually really wanted,” trailing slightly but steeling yourself enough to continue, gripping at the cross-shoulder strap of your bookbag, “to talk.. to you?” 

You’re only met with silence and unwavering eye contact that makes you squirm under his gaze. Pulling at your fingers and adjusting the strap of your bag nervously while you wait for heaven fucking knows what and if you weren’t in a library you would’ve screamed by now. 

Then, finally, he smirks, “you’re pretty cute.” 

The squeak that leaves your lips does little to salvage what little of your dignity you feel is intact and your meek, awkward little, ‘thank you’ that only makes him laugh in response just serves to worsen your shame. Ready to bolt and crawl into the safety of your fluffy comforter while you plan how to switch colleges mid-semester.

He scoots over in the tufted, unconventional chair, the millions of beads shifting and groaning beneath his weight earning your attention and pulling you from your internal spiral. Nodding his head to the space he created for you to sit down and whenever you cock your head in confusion Tenko simply rolls his eyes as if your next move should be obvious. When he taps the space he created for you and you still don't grasp the hint he emits a groan as he leans forward to take your hand, tugging you down to sit with him. 

Taken by surprise to say the least but it’s a much more pleasant experience than everything else that’s transpired thus far so settling with him is easily done. Tenko keeps his arm propped up, slinging it over your shoulders to tuck you into him when you finally heed the silent command. He, of course, turns his game back on while you shyly snuggle, tucking your head beneath his as you tentatively rest your head against his shoulder.

Suddenly overly conscious of your breathing and wondering if maybe you’re resting against him too much while trying not to shift and writhe too often before he hums a low, “relax, you’re moving too much.” No bite in his tone and, weirdly enough, it soothes you. Forces you to just let your body grow comfortable against his, but the arm that’s securely looped around you makes it difficult to see his screen.

You peek but he moves so he can see the game past your head. “what’re you playin?” 

“Dead Space,” tilting the device enough so that you both can see the screen without obstruction. Just in time for some gangly, disfigured creature to lunge at his character. Making you jolt at the sudden shock before Tenko demonstrates an important mechanic to the game. Turning the volume up so you can easily hear the sickening squelch accompanying the action of dismembering the enemy, chuckling lowly when you gag at the noise and turn to stare at his unbothered profile, “s’not for everyone.” 

“It’s not so bad, just don’t like the sound design,” in the way that it was incredibly well done enough it elicited physical reactions from you. Settling back into the crook of his throat as you watch him progress in the story. 

Sitting in silence for a moment, long enough for the question to burn on your tongue, comfortable enough now that you don’t register that it could reveal just how often you took notice of him. 

 “Why do you always play in here?” Thankfully, Tenko doesn’t notice. He doesn’t even look away from his screen as he completes a simple puzzle.

“Because Touya is annoying, gets me killed on purpose.” 

“Well,” you lift your head enough so you can tilt into his view, “Touyas in class right now, isn’t he?” 

He pauses the game again, staring at you for a moment before shoving the handheld into the front pocket of his oversized hoodie and rising to his feet; tugging you up with him without uttering a word. Tenko keeps hold of your wrist while leading you out of the library, pausing just long enough when you fumble to straighten your falling bag, “where are we going?” 

“My dorm, you can watch me play on the big screen with the volume up,” he replies so easily and you’re practically giddy at the prospect of being alone with him. 

And, somewhere along the trek from the library to his dorm, his broad palm slips from your wrist into your own to hold you a little more comfortably.  

His dorm is relatively tidy, save for a discarded hoodie or two lying around with a too full trash can beneath the desk that acts like a tv stand but you’ve heard of the horror shows most boys dorms are so you can’t complain. Even Touya’s side of the room was impeccable, bed made neatly compared to the tousled comforter and haphazardly strewn singular pillow on Tenko’s own mattress.

Heart racing for a moment whenever Tenko points for you to sit while he sets up his steam deck to connect to his tv. Taking a seat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, leaning back enough to feign comfortable ease whenever he makes his way to you. Moving his hand in a shooing motion as he climbs in next to you before opting to help arrange your bodies on the plush pillow top so he could start to play. 

Fixing you to situate comfortably in his lap, his chin resting atop your crown with his arms looped around you to grasp his controller; stiff in his hold for only a short while until you relax and lean back against him. Sighing contentedly unknowingly for the last time as Tenko presses start to resume his campaign. You discover quickly that you really don’t like this game much, especially not now with the volume much louder and the picture enlarged to see the gore in vivid detail compared to the smaller screen of his handheld in a public space. Nevermind all the well timed jumpscares and sinister score making you jolt but the chuckle that rumbles in his chest each time is almost worth the torment.

“Scardey-cat,” he teases and you huff, turning your head up and sticking your tongue out at him. 

“M’ not,” you lie, shrugging your shoulders as you sink further into his lap and you pout cutely when you hear his snort in response. Humming a dry, “sure you’re not, that’s why you’re jumping.”

“It’s the truth,” scoffing indignantly, dramatically placing your hand over your chest as if he’s insulted you, “I’m just jerking from trying not to sleep is all!” Cheekily with a higher pitch to your tone and Tenko rolls his eyes with a soft smirk at the corner of his scarred lip before you turn upwards once again. 

“This game is boring Tenko, the jump scares are cheap,” only for you to eat those words a second later when he’s attacked and he laughs at you when you’re startled enough to turn into his chest to hide from the scene reflexively. 

Mocking you by purring out a hushed, “what’s wrong? I thought it was boring?”

“Don’t be mean,” comes your whine, tugging halfheartedly at the fabric of his hoodie before slouching into his chest and crossing your arms. Flustered by the sound of his voice and the soft laughter that reverberates in his chest and with the closeness you can feel it within your own. Clearing your throat as you shift in his hold. Adjusting to sit up, pulling your knees closer to your chest until you’re curled into a tight ball in Tenko’s lap before fiddling with your phone. Growing bored of the device quickly though thanks to all of your social feeds being dead, sighing audibly as you flippantly toss the device onto his mattress to be lost and forgotten before long, the motion pulling some of Tenko’s attention in the quiet treks from objective to objective.

Taking into account this may actually be a bit boring for you, that maybe you don’t want to be scared while watching a game that may not interest you as you spend time with him but the way you hide away and seek solace in Tenko is cute. 

Resigning himself to get to his next save point and log off for the day, possibly offer a trip off campus to a bite to eat, telling you as much with a simple, “are you hungry? I’m about to get off.”

Brightening at the notion of a little impromptu venture together for food, giddy with how comfortable interacting with him feels. Nodding at his question as you sit up to pay attention to the screen again just as a cutscene begins to play but of course there's a scare in it and your ass rubs against his crotch when you flinch. He tries not to get hard, especially whenever he was preparing to quit his game, all Tenko needed to do was finish this quick time event and then he’d be able to save his progress.

Gritting his teeth a bit and flaring his nostrils in agitation at the game as well as to draw in steadying breaths because he does not want to get hard from just a little bit of friction and you think him a creep. 

But it really feels like you know what you’re doing to him the more that you subtly writhe, each wiggle of your hips and brush of your round ass against his crotch alone is really making it difficult to maintain his composure. Your fidgeting eventually makes him miss a key input within the sequence, killing him in the process and starting him over at the beginning of the cinematic.

Controller vibrating violently in his hands from his death and the beginning of the sequence once again. Palms sweating enough he has to wipe them on his casual joggers and you feel a little bad for getting him killed. Frowning when you glance at him from the corner of your eye and see furrowed brows paired with a scowl marring his usually impassive features. 

You think he’s mad at you for getting him killed, rolling your plush bottom lip between your teeth as you shrink into yourself as much as you can. Shimmying lower and unknowingly contributing further for his mounting frustration but in the best of ways that Tenko isn’t used to. Exercising extreme concentration in the hopes of completing this last task without you feeling his swelling cock, already planning on tucking the erection into his waistband until it went away after he’d powered everything down.

But the willpower is waning, nearly eroded to nothing with your soft, “m’ sorry Ten.”

He doesn’t gratify you with a response, just a low hum from the back of his throat before continuing in silence, so focused on willing the blood away from his cock that he misses the last input of the sequence, controller vibrating violently in his palms from damage taken. You tilt up to look at him, pitiful expression on pretty features but Tenko keeps his eyes trained forward. It’s over if he looks at you, he’s sure of it. 

What’s it going to look like to you if he pins you to the mattress now? Flips up your skirt to run his fingers teasingly along your clothed slit until the fabric is dampened? Would you want him to? Would you beg for him? 

Lost in his daydream of degeneracy, Tenko forgets he’s holding you for real and maybe he’ll blame it on that for the way he holds you tightly when it feels like you’re getting up to leave as he gruffs out a gravely “stay put.”

You make a noise, a small one in the back of your throat something akin to a squeak as your fingers wrap around his forearm. Confusion evident and the shift in the atmosphere between you is palpable but you’re unaware of its nature, lips parting to breathe his name when his own voice cuts you off.

“Just stay there,” a command through grit teeth accompanied by a tightened hold.

“Are you okay? I didn't mean to mess you up.” 

Tenko huffs at that, a breathy chuckle as his head hangs, fringe of ivory hanging in his view. You couldn’t possibly still think this was about his now forgotten video game that continues to loop the same cinematic each time he dies, could you? Surely nobody could be this oblivious and he voices as much, “you’re messing with me right? Pretending to be this cute and innocent?” 

You don’t respond, features pinched in confusion, shifting in his hold to try and see his face when you finally feel it. Flinching slightly but you make no attempt to lift away from Tenko, heat stinging rising up your throat and warming your cheeks up to your ears. Was it from your squirming? Just because? Your mouth opens and closes but you're at a loss for words, only managing a dumb, “I wasn't” before gasping at the first vibration against your crotch. 

Accidental at first, purely coincidence with where his controller came to rest in the weighted exchange, charged now as passive features morphing into a darkened expression. A devious smile spreading slowly when you squirm at the sensation, but Tenko’s observant. 

Leaning forward until his lips are against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spin as he teasingly asks, “Does that feel good?” as he pulls your back to rest flush to his chest. Pressing his controller to your mound with a little more pressure than the first time., earning a gasp at the sensation, looking up at him almost pleadingly (for what you aren’t sure) before it vibrates again. 

Tenko’s eyes widening with interest at the sound of your sharp inhale, the way your body tenses against his but you don’t recoil from the contact before he takes on a hooded gaze. Calmly pushing the remote under your skirt as his other hand moves to wrap around your throat, cupping tenderly before craning it to the side to press featherlight kisses along the exposed flesh. Your gasping soon evolves into more unabashedly vocal mewling, your body writhing as the vibrations frequency intensifies the more damage he takes. Tenko adding to the increasingly overwhelming contact by sucking marks into and nipping at your skin, his forearm tensing to push you into the slow rut of his hips. Reflexively grinding back against  Tenko’s stiff length, trying to match the rhythm of his hips only to buck out of sync from the pleasuring shock that shoot up your spine. Toes already curling with the build of sweet release.

“T-Tenko,” you barely manage before he swallows your voice, slightly chapped lips sealing over your plush ones. Whimpering pathetically at the trace of his tongue along the seam before you grant him entrance, tasting one another with languid swipes. Muttering an even softer, “Tenko please.” 

The pitch makes him groan, lids fluttering open but to only half mast as he pulls from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. “Please, what?” But he doesn’t wait for an answer, pressing the swell of the controller firmly against your clit when it begins to vibrate violently once more. You almost want to scream, even if you did Tenko would be sure to greedily devour the gratifying sound as well. You grasp at his hoodie, the pillow next to you, reaching behind you to thread your fingers into the silky strands of his hair while the other holds Tenko’s wrist in a vice grip as you arch away from his chest. Chest heaving with labored breaths, the coil in your lower belly winding so tightly you can feel yourself on the cusp of your climax it’s almost maddening. 

“Like that, please just like that,” pleading for more, chasing the orgasm you feel tightening in your core, bucking into his hand and the controller he holds. The room feels suffocating the closer you get, the longer you teeter on the edge, only focusing on the vibrations to your clit and the slow steady rut of his hips behind you. The heavy length you feel against the swell of your ass, “I’m so close, fuck.”

You whimper his name when he moves his hand from your throat to flip up your skirt completely now, gripping at thick thighs as he silently spreads you open. Forcing your feet to plant on the mattress on the outer sides of Tenko’s knees, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck as he wastes little time dipping past the seam of your panties . Running his fingers through your wetness before teasing at your entrance, plunging into your embarrassingly soaked cunt with ease and finding a delicious pace with even less effort. Guiding you to rut up in tandem, however jerkily they may be, with every pump, you’ll be careening over the edge in no time, you can feel it. Almost taste it on the tip of your tongue, eyes rolling from pleasure as you breathily babble his name like a muddled mantra but he removes himself from you just as you’re ready to climax. The whine that escapes is pitiful, laden with disappointment as you collapse back against his chest and frustration and a tinge of embarrassment pinching the apples of your cheeks when you’re met with a mocking chuckle. 

“S’pretty cute when you’re frustrated like that you know. Upset you didn’t get to cum baby?” His voice is taunting and it makes you feel pathetic when you nod with moist lashes clumped with unshed, frustrated tears and the kiss he presses to your temple does little to quell the lump the threatens to lodge in your throat, “you’re right though, that game is boring. I like this one better.” 

Your confusion is evident, brows scrunched up cutely as you tilt and angle to give Tenko more access as he trails chaste kisses from your temple to your cheek and along your jawline, “what game?” 

He’s silent as he affords you with tender affections, lips adoring your throat in a way that makes the tension bleed from your shoulders. Though he sends a shiver down your spine when he places one last kiss to the space behind your ear when he whispers his clarification. “The ‘how many times can I deny your orgasm before you start crying’ game.”

Tenko is mean alright, you had it pegged earlier, even in jest, so he fully intends to show you no matter how much you whine. You’re going to be Tenko’s favorite toy right now. A much more interesting sort of entertainment, handling you with a controlled hunger as he removes you from his lap, pulls your modest little skirt and panties away, tugs your asymmetrical sweater over your head and unclasps your bra for you to shrug away. Long fingers wrapping around your forearms just in case you try to hide the view from him as your breasts spill free, “So pretty.” 

He moves to lay down next, guiding your body and arranging you until your cunt is hovering over his face, hot breath puffing against your puffy lips. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips  when you tense after you’re settled to straddle his face. Knees sinking into the downy pillow beneath his head, given a modicum of leeway to sit backwards just enough to see Tenko’s face between your thighs and it does little to calm your nerves as a rush of arousal pools at your cunt at the sight. 

 “Ten I dunno,” voice trailing off without finishing the sentence, not wanting to admit you’ve never sat on anyone’s face before. He’s less than undeterred, however, doesn’t allow you enough time to remove yourself from him due to waning self-confidence before he’s leaning up and pressing a kiss to your puffy clit before lapping broad stripes along your drooling slit causing your fingers to shoot into his hair. The tip of his nose brushes against your clit while he laps at your folds, sending jolts of electricity up your spine and throughout every fiber of your being. The pleasure so encompassing you don’t notice you’re grinding against him until he groans against your core, reaching up to roll a pebbled nipple between his fingers. Unbuttoning his pants and freeing himself from increasingly tightening constraints, gripping his neglected cock and stroking himself while he slurps salaciously at your sticky heat. 

Building you up quickly until your thighs tremble, completely at his mercy (or lack thereof) as pleas tumble from your lips in hushed tones. Each plead punctuated by an uneven roll of your hips against his tongue, stuttering in motion when he sucks cruelly at your sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re so close you can almost taste it only for it to be ripped away again when his large hand holds you in place, “no fuck please Tenko! Please let me cum! I need it, baby please.” 

He hears you, loud and clear despite how tightly your thighs spasm around his ears to muffle the outside world. Growling to himself about having to end his enjoying meal so quickly but you could cum on his face another time and as many times as you wanted but not now. Not yet, patting your thigh for your attention, “get up, you’re gonna’ cream on this cock or not at all.” 

And you’re all too eager to comply, scrambling off of him and to the side, allowing Tenko to pull himself up and lean against his headboard. Swinging your leg over his hips before he’s even fully settled but he doesn’t mind. Chuckling before your arms loop around his shoulders, melding your lips with his as you straddle him. 

You look so pretty like this, desperate for his cock and it shows when you part from the searing kiss with unshed tears clumping your lashes and glassy eyes from being edged for the last hour. 

“I’ve got you,” purred with that alluring gravel to his voice as Tenko grasps his length between you both, running the leaky tip through your soaked slit, coating himself in your slick before positioning himself at your entrance. His free hand firmly holding your hip, applying pressure to sink you down on his length as if you needed the encouragement at all. 

Crimson hues flitting between the way your lips fall open in a silent moan as your head lolls backwards and the way each inch disappears into your greedy cunt. He’s groaning already at the way you squeeze him, walls fluttering around his cock with pleasure at the sudden stretch, trembling slightly when he’s finally sunk you to the base. Wet heat slicking down the curly thatch to the skin of his pelvis when your hips twitch into his. 

“Shit,” Tenko groans out, burying his face against your throat, tongue swiping over the hickies he’d decorated your flesh with earlier while his free hand presses you impossibly closer by the small of your back, “you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight, gonna make me cum already at this rate.” 

You’re whining at the praise, his other hand at your hip helping you bounce on him at the pace you need. It’s so hot in his room now, the smell of sex filling your nostrils and beads of sweat slicking baby hairs to the skin of your face and nape of your neck. Nails raking along his shoulder blades as you chase the high you’d so callously been denied but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t heighten the experience now.  

“Gonna cum baby? Go ahead, you can cum, I won’t stop you. Promise, promise I won’t stop you this time,” he sounds breathless himself, controlled pace steadily forgon in favor of pure instinct. Moving his head from your shoulder to loll against the headboard, a smile spreading on his features when you seize the opportunity to litter the alabaster skin of his throat in dark marks. ““m’close too, I’m gonna cum right there with you. You want that baby, want me to paint those pretty walls white?” 

Tenko already knows the answer is a resounding yes, even before you nod emphatically. Nipping hungrily at his pronounced Adam’s apple when a pointed thrust into that spongy spot within you rips a throaty moan from you. 

Every reaction you reward Tenko with is sinfully sweet, addicting in the worst of ways. You’ll be the death of him in more than just his forgotten game that somehow paused with the lost remote. 

Tenko needs more from you now, everything you could possibly give and within another whispered ‘please Ten, so close’ he knows he’ll have it. Knows that he’ll do the same. 

He’s panting, frenzied, more than beside himself while lost in the throngs of pleasure. Carried away now as one hand tenderly cups the juncture of your throat and his lips brush contrastingly tender kisses to the space below your ear. Gripping your hip as he pins you to the mattress in one swift motion, watching himself disappear into your divine heat once more before you pull him down to you. Clawing at his shoulder blades like the momentary distance was an utter betrayal and he hums against your lips, parting again but not nearly as far. 

Just enough to look you in the eye, the tips of your noses almost brushing and warm breath fanning over flushed cheeks when he asks, “want me to breed you? Want me to fill you full until it sticks?” 

Wholly aware of how deranged that comment is considering he’d just met you but he doesn’t care and by the way you keen so prettily you don’t seem to hate the idea either.

Far from.

Moaning out in pitched whines near bordering screams, silencing yourself sinking your teeth into the soft flesh and taut muscles of his trapezius. You can feel his release nearing, feel him twitching within your walls but he’s being generous; shoving his hand where your bodies meet and pressing his thumb to your swollen bud so at the very least you can experience sweet rapture first. 

And you do, quickly. 

It only takes a few hasty yet methodical circles before you finally, finally, finally climax, gasping for air and convulsing against him in a shuddering orgasm with his name on your tongue. 

The intensity of your own high hurdles Tenko into his own demise, spilling his release into you seconds after yours racks through you and milking each jerking thrust he gives. It takes a moment before you both regain your bearings, labored breathing slowing into even drags with his softening cock still buried inside your warmth. 

Lamenting the lost feeling of complete fullness when Tenko untangles himself from you to rise from bed. Sitting up after him, delightful daze doused by a metaphorical bucket of frigid water as you assume the worst when Tenko reaches for a clean rag from his nightstand to clean himself up. 

Suddenly a little self-conscious as you lift your arm to cover your exposed breasts. Clenching your thighs when you kick them over the side of his bed at the warmth that seeps from your abused cunt. Already searching for your clothes thinking you’ll be told to leave soon.

Tenko frowns when you reach for your discarded garments, gently taking your hand as your fingers grasp at your abandoned sweater. Raising your hand while stroking himself erect once more, “we’ve still got time,” bending at the waist to be within your field of view before pulling you to stand with him. Tentative smile spreading on your lips as Tenko steps backwards and guides you to follow until he’s sat on the edge of Touya’s bed, pulling you to straddle him.

“I like to play games to completion,” the line is corny admittedly and it makes you giggle but that’s subconsciously what Tenko wanted. For you to relax once more because he truly has every intention of still being buried to the hilt in you when Dabi came back from class.

#vixen writes #tenko shimura x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #tenko x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader

[caged-crows]

OKAY. pissa university/college au, because i am unwell about them

Missa doesn't really have many friends. He has Roier, who he's known since he was very young, and Quackity but that's about it. To most people he's just... kind of a loner, and usually just spends most of his time reading in the library.

Phil, likewise, also has a pretty small friend group, though he has a few more than Missa. He's known Fit practically his whole life but, he's also made connections with Cellbit, Baghera and Jaiden. He also works with Tubbo, Pac and Mike at the arcade at the mall nearby campus & has a pretty good repore with them.

Phil is very scary and intimidating just looking at him-- he has a few piercings, usually wear a black leather jacket, drives a motorcycle, very prone to getting into fights. But once you get to know him, he's actually a huge softie.

Missa is the opposite of Phil-- he's very shy and quiet, insecure as hell. he loves the whole "pastel goth" aesthetic, but he's so insecure he usually just dresses like a normie since he doesn't want people to think he's werid. Phil, on the other hand, does not give a fuck and goes HARD on the punk rock anarchist thing.

They meet three times before actually becoming friends. First, Phil ends up sitting next to him in a history class they're both taking. The second time they meet at a party that Roier drags Missa to and Phil is very drunk and starts hitting on him. The third time, Missa goes to the arcade with Mariana and Q while Phil is on shift and he just goes, "alright the universe keeps throwing you at me, what's your number?"

Missa thinks the world of Phil. To him, he is the coolest person in the world and he really looks up to him... which leads to him having a massive crush on him.

Phil, likewise, thinks the world of Missa. He wants nothing more than to protect him, and would literally kill for him. (He also thinks he's the prettiest human he's ever met but shh he would never admit that)

#qsmp #pissa uni au #pissa #deathduo #{ snail speaks.

[pjunicornart]

Okay sooo ummmm I've been working on something in the background.

So like, I've been working on a Meet the Robinsons AU idea that I plan on making a ton of content for in the background, I even have some art for it already. However, I wanna see if people would be interested in it... so I'm gonna describe the main players of the AU and answer some questions here in this post because I've just been DYING to info dump about this! Okay, let's start with...

The explanation of everything! What even is this AU I'm working on? It'll be called "Lazy Days." Essentially, this is an AU where the Robinson family stays in their comfy clothes and bedheads all day while drinking tea and/or coffee and binging junk food while watching movies... to name a few activities. My vision for this AU is a super cozy and chill vibe. Sweaters, socks, sweatpants, sleep shorts, donuts, whipped cream cans, coffee mugs, pizza, lo-fi, and more await in this AU!

What are some key differences? Besides the comfy lounge wear? Well, for one, Neil and Franny have more kids. Wilbur is still the eldest, he just has three little siblings now! One of which is adopted! I'll tell you more about them later on in this post. As for another key difference? Neil is still a super genius and everything, however, all of his inventions have a noticeably more... cozy, aesthetic feel. All I'm saying is, Carl looks REAL different in this AU.

Will there be a story? Meh... I'm still debating that. For now, it's just kind of a thing I entertain when I want to/am prompted to. If it were to have a story, it would probably focus on Wilbur and his sibs.

What did you mean by the "main players?" Just what I what refer to as the "core" members of the family. So, Neil and Fran, plus their four kids: Wilbur, Freddie, Mazie, and Leo. Speaking of...

Cornelius 42 years old. Summary: Caffeine Junkie, Sleepyhead, Scatterbrain Owner of his own engineering company, and a pretty chill one at that. He baffles others in his field because on the surface, he seems to not be all there - his choice to show up to important meetings and talks in sweatpants doesn't exactly help with that assumption. However, nobody can deny his amazing intellect, even if it at first glance it seems buried under all the goofball-ness.

Franny 41 years old. Summary: Intense, Mama Bear, Prideful A global phenomenon for her music featuring her own frog band! She's made up her brand from the fact that she's the only musician in the world right now who makes music using little amphibians who miraculously learned how to walk and talk. Besides music, Franny also adores everything about her husband.

Wilbur 16 years old. Summary: Sheepish, Easily Bored, Bookworm When he's not sneaking snacks from the kitchen in the middle of the night, he's usually curled up in a chair reading the book he recently checked out from the local library. His parents are surprised just how much he mellowed out compared to three years ago. That being said... ADHD doesn't magically go away after you grow up a little.

Freddie 13 years old. Summary: Old Soul, Green Thumb, Foodie She was adopted into the family two years after Wilbur was born. It was a circumstance of her father not being able to take care of her at the time. She's the plant person of the family, opting to spend her days taking care of her little garden in the backyard. Which includes fresh produce!

Mazie 10 years old. Summary: Weirdo, Hypersensitive, Pouty She's absolutely OBSESSED with cryptids. Bigfoot, Night Crawlers, Aliens, Mothman... you name it, she probably knows a whole book's worth of information about it. Hell, she'll even watch cryptid adjacent stuff. For example, kaiju movies. Her ultimate dream is to see the Loch Ness Monster. Or Bigfoot. Or aliens. Or any cryptid.

Leo 3 years old. Summary: Non-Verbal, Picky, Loner Leo is the only one who takes after his father, sharing his blonde hair. Which couldn't have worked out better! You see, after Leo was born, Franny went on a massive world tour. So Neil was the one taking care of him during his early years, and so Leo got very attached to his daddy. Wherever Neil goes, Leo follows. He's very fussy and uncooperative if Neil is away at work or just out for groceries.

I'm super curious to see your thoughts on this, if any. I'm gonna make stuff for this regardless, but I still want to start some conversations! Ask box is always open! THIS POST HAS A SISTER POST NOW! This one has images! :o Here it is -> Lazy Days Character Busts.

#rosey rambles #info dump #lazy days #meet the robinsons #meet the robinsons au #cornelius robinson #lewis robinson #franny robinson #wilbur robinson

[sunflowerzxz]

The Vintage Legacy Challenge By: Simsationelle

Disclaimer: This challenge is a WIP! If you would like to collaborate please don’t hesitate to contact me on twitter @simsationelle !

This legacy challenge is for people who love cozy,collective,arkacademia,cottagecore,gardening ,fishing Aesthetic. There are tonnes of challenges that exist but none that actually fit my vibe and aesthetic.This is why I decided to create a challenge that encourages me to play in ways I wouldn’t normally play. There are certain specifications for each generation that must be followed and rules to the challenge to keep it fun. This challenge requires you to think.. I don’t give you the entire story, You must create a story from the facts that I present . This way, every one that tries the challenge can tell their own story with a guideline but the player gets to create their own outcome.

You may start in any world you please but you starting funds will be 1,500. Cheats are allowed to get the very first house but the house must be within the 18k-120k simoleon range. After u have selected a house u must set your funds to 1500 simoleons. After this, no money cheats are allowed.

You are allowed cheats that help with the story line, example , if your sim dies unexpectedly by no fault of yours or to fix game breaking bugs, or to immerse storytelling (to turn your first sim into a witch if you choose the route of them not knowing) However you choose to play is totally up to you but it is recommended no cheating so that you can have th most fu while playing!

Gen 1 - The Quirky Introvert

Theme of dress: comfortably chic

Career:freelancer (any freelance)

-sim will be very shy, introverted and prefers penpals over physical friends

-collects postcards, fossils , gems and frogs.

-Sim must be a witch ( she/he can either know they are a witch or not know.. totally up to you how you tell the story. There is a reason behind why she is a witch.. you create that story)

-wears glasses

Loves the indoors, reading, and creating crafts via knitting or cross stitch

-must have the loner tait

Your sim must meet, date and marry the first penpal sh meets, male,female, alien vampire werewolf , doesn’t matter

-you can either adopt or have 1 child only.. That child becomes the gen 2 heir

Prompts to help with backstory: it was forbidden to be a witch in her mothers time. She was abandoned at the doorstep of an orphanage before the witch trials began.

Gen 2 - The Garden Gnome

Theme of dress:floral print and pastels

Loves gardening and flower arranging

Career: Own a plopsy shop or a flower shop

loves americana music

Picnics on sundays.

You must date someone who has one of the following traits: loves the outdoors, artistic,genius

You choose the romance plot for this but they must have 3 children

Gen 3 - The Aspiring Author

Theme of dress- Dark Academia

-bookworm

-loves daisies

Loves writing

-wears glasses

Career:writer career and then eventually become a freelancer

-must visit the library at least 3 times when she /he becomes a freelancer as this is where they will work from.

Must use a typewriter..cc is required.

-must focus on mystery novels only

-must only borrow books from the library

Gen 4 - Struggling Artist

Theme of dress: anything you want

Career: painter

Loves painting and photography

loves traveling, hiking and exploring

Gambles-(kawaiistacie mod required for this part or u can improvise and deduct money everything the sim plays games.. However much u deduct is totally up to you.

must be freelance and must never have a job, all moneys must come from selling paintings

You create the romance

Gen 5 - Hungry Hippie

Theme of dress : retro hippie vibes

Loves the bubble blower,

plant fanatic

loves gardening

Career: any one of ur choice that fits the theme

Loves to smoke( drug mod needed for this) or you can excessively use the bubble blower

loves yoga, animals. And fitness is vegan

Must marry someone who has the same aesthetic!

Any amount of children!

Gen 6 - cool camper

Theme of dress: very light colours like creams browns light greens!naturey type colors

Career: gardener

Love camping and the great outdoors

Wants to collect all the bugs

Finds love on the campgrounds in granite falls.

Gen 7 - lavish livin

Theme of dress: BAD AND BOUJIE

Career: business

Wants mansion

Wants lots of friends

The neighbourhood confidante

The Eliza of the neighbourhood

Gen - 8 The crazy chef

Theme of dress: simplistic but nerdy

Very paranoid

Loves cooking

Has the irrational trait(can’t remember correct name but it makes sims irrational

Loves science

Experiments in her basement with different ingredients

Wants to own a restaurant that serves experimental food

Gen 9 Living La Vida Loca

Theme of dress: party 24/10

Wants to live the outdoorsy lifestyles

Avid partygoer and pumpkin party thrower

Loves mixology and dj as well as dancing

Wants to eventually settle and hav kids

Wants to be the perfect parent

Must meet spouse at night club

How this gen love story goes is up to you

Gen 10 Rebel REJECTS

You must start this generation as a runaway teen

Must be outgoing and goofy

Loves black and goth vibes

Mischievous and leader of the pack

Loves video games and programming

Must make money as a freelance programmer

Busk in the city for extra cash

Does odd jobs

Competes in tech tournaments at the science festival

BONUS GENERATION

Gen 11 Savvy supernatural

This sim is the only sim who got the magic gene from GEN 1

They must discover their powers and learn all the spells to be a grandmaster magician

[positively-mine]

Hello, I can get matchup for the BSD, haikyuu matching event. I prefer man and romantic mutchup. I am an introvert, quiet, shy, helpful, understanding, sensitive, modest, honest, calm, artistic, firm, thoughtful, observant, empathetic, I am more open to the closest People. I am a good listener and you can always count on me. I'm also a bit secretive and selfless. I'm usually lazy, but when I care, I'm determined. I am stubborn and sometimes I can be picky and haughty. Sometimes i like to joker, i am very nervous and shy about intercourse to New People. My mood changes often, it's complicated, sometimes it's hard to bear me, but only with my loved ones. It is difficult for me to make decisions and I often need confirmation. Undecided. When something doesn't go my way, I get very nervous. I usually prefer to do something myself rather than wait for others and have peace of mind. I'm a loner. I don't talk much, I prefer to listen. I don't like asking for help, I rather help. I don't like to burden others with my problems, I rather keep everything to myself. Creative, sarcastic, even funny, sometimes crazy, intelligent, I think a lot and analyze a lot, often in advance, I don't like doing things at the last minute. Cancer, melamcholic-phlegmatic, 4w5, infj, instp. I'm not sure of myself.I'm girl, 25,I have blue gray eyes and navy hair, 166 cm, I have a lot of complexes. Sometimes I can be mean when someone pisses me off. I like sience, anime, manga, games, history, drawing, reading, watching, stories, art, cats, animals, chocolate, baking, listening to music, reading, learning.I don't like i se ts, routine,conflicts ,hurry,self-highteous People, very couvered places.I'm girl, 25,I have blue-gray eyes and navy hair, pale skin,166 cm, I am of average build and height, when it comes to clothes, I choose rather dark colors and I wear what I like and feel comfortable, I wear dresses and trousers. I really like wearing sweaters, sneakers and boots. my aesthetic are dark academia, grunge, alt, art. My favorite color black, blue and Violett. I'm not sure about myself. I've been through a lot in the past. I hope this might be helpful. Best regards and have a nice day.

Character matchup [˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ event]

hi! sorry it took so long, I hope you enjoy

I decided to do one character from each fandom

I'll match you up with Atsushi and kita

since your arrival at ADA, he's been making sure to take care of you

always looking out for you no matter the place

whether it be when you're fighting against the PM

or even when you're doing paperwork back at the office

your determination is something he admires about you and he wants to protect it

even when you both start dating, this doesn't change

while you're both investigating, he likes to take detours with you and go sightseeing

most often than not it's quiet places like the park

he'll keep you company while you read

and even fiddle with your fingers when you listen to music together

sometimes when he sees you feeling down or senses that's something wrong, he'll either bring you to a library or a cafe

(ranpo recommended that the pastries here were great)

he knows that it's hard for you to share your problems even though he wants to help

so instead of forcing you he prefers to do acts of service

if you do decide to tell him what's on your mind, some things he may not understand but he's supportive of you!

winter time with him is obviously the best

if you ask him to turn into white tiger, he'll be embarrassed but do it anyways

it's all forgotten by the time you're both cuddling together

also started buying more sweaters in hopes that you will use it

he loves to see his sweater swallowing your frame

Kita

for convenience let's say you're the manager for inarizaki

since you became the manager and kita being captain, you've both kept inarizaki afloat

especially when dealing with the Miya twins

similarly to Kita, you both don't need to explain your feelings to each other

you both kind of roughly know what the other is thinking

naturally, there would be chemistry between the two of you

don't be surprised when the team sets you both up together (pls help aran, he can't stand the twins any longer)

both of you take the relationship slowly

when you both go on dates, you like to do calm activities like reading together, working or even just listening to music

basking in each other's presence is what he enjoys most about your dates

personal HC but he likes to wear silver jewelry and put them on you

it's a subtle way for him saying that you're taken

when he sees you struggling with something, he'll try his best to help in any way he can

if he sees that you've withdrawn yourself, he'll silently pull you to the couch or bed

some things he can't help you with but he will try his best to comfort you

he wants to be seen as someone reliable in your eyes and he'll try his best

reblogs are appreciated!

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[darkacademia-stuff]

It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.

-Mary Oliver

#aesthetic #books & libraries #dark academia #writing #dark acadamia aesthetic #history #lovers #fall in love #art #library #deadpoetswilde #loner life #quotes #chaotic aesthetic #classic literature #dark academia outfit #dark academia poetry #couple #dead poets society #i am alone

[subzeromoonlight]

The Sims 4 Aesthetics Legacy Challenge

This is a challenge I've been working on for a while, and I thought it would be fun to try myself! So maybe you'll see me doing it someday 👀 feel free to tag me if you wanna! ^^

I found most of these aesthetics on the aesthetics wiki https://aesthetics.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Aesthetics

Keep in mind:

Some of these “aesthetics” are more so subcultures.

These generations are mainly based on stereotypes, and what’s most commonly associated with these aesthetics/subcultures.

I tried my best keeping these aesthetics/subcultures as gender neutral as possible

General rules:

Money cheats are allowed, but don’t abuse them. (you can use them for your starter home shell).

Resetting your sim when they’re bugging is also allowed.

Spouses/partners don’t have to have the same aesthetic as your sim.

You shall only complete the aspiration and/or career when it’s necessary to that generation.

You don’t have to live in a specific world unless the rules say so.

Only reload your save if a major disaster happens. (your main sim dies, etc.)

And most importantly, have fun! :D

Generation 1: Hippie ☮️

You grew up with strict parents, and it was so not cool. You always dreamed of the day when you could get out, and be wild and free. And now that day has finally come...

traits: vegetarian, loves the outdoors, green fiend

aspiration: Zen Guru

career: none

goals:

complete the zen guru aspiration

master the wellness and herbalism skills

Generation 2: Artsy 🎨

You were the quiet kid in school. You preferred to doodle rather than socialize, and you were quite good at it! And once you became a young adult, you decided to pursue your artsy dreams!

traits: creative, art lover, loner

aspiration: painter extraordinaire

career: freelancer (digital artist)

goals:

master the painter extraordinaire aspiration

master the painting skill

Generation 3: Grunge 🎸

You grew up surrounded by art, and you've always wanted to make your own, and make a statement with it. But instead of paintings, you would do it with music. Now it was time to have you and your guitar conquer the world!

traits: music lover, lazy, gloomy

aspiration: musical genius

career: entertainer (musician branch)

goals:

master the guitar and singing skills

live in a needs TLC apartment for their entire young adult life

perform on the streets often with your guitar

Generation 4: Dark Academia 📖

"Nose stuck in a book" is a phrase you heard a lot about you growing up. You would always hang out at libraries after school, to either study or read. Yet, you wouldn't let people's shallow assumptions about you prevent you from reaching success.

traits: bookworm, genius, perfectionist

aspiration: renaissance sim

career: law (private attorney branch)

goals:

complete the renaissance sim aspiration

have a library in your home

complete the law career

master the research and debate skill

Generation 5: Cottagecore 🌱

Ever since you could remember, you've always loved animals and nature. And you wanted to make caring for them a priority for you. The perfect countryside paradise.

traits: animal enthusiast, generous, loves the outdoors

aspiration: country caretaker

career: none

goals:

master the gardening skill

master the country caretaker aspiration

own a dog and/or cat

Generation 6: Spacecore 🚀

While you grew up in the countryside, you've always thought that the life of strolling green hills wasn't your thing. You've always loved space and astronomy. While other kids would put Sulani on their bucket lists, your dream destination was Sixam!

traits: nerd, genius, paranoid

aspiration: nerd brain

career: astronaut (space ranger branch)

goals:

master the rocket science and logic skills

complete the nerd brain aspiration

master the astronaut career

visit Sixam

Generation 7: Y2K 🩷

Your biggest life dream is fashion, and you've always valued dressing in style. You were the life of the party in school, but your dreams have always been bigger. Your career had to revolve around your passion.

traits: outgoing, romantic, self-assured

aspiration: party animal

career: style influencer (trendsetter branch)

goals:

master the charisma and photography skills

complete the style influencer career

Generation 8: Scene ☠️

Growing up you've always been told you're... different. Like, "You're too much!", or "You're so obnoxious..." but you won't let those people stop you. You will make friends, you will be popular, you will be iconic.

traits: nerd, insider, party animal

aspiration: leader of the pack

career: social media (internet personality branch)

goals:

master the video gaming and charisma skills

complete the social media career

complete the leader of the pack aspiration

Generation 9: Uptown 🌆

You had a stable childhood with a loving family, so why have you always longed for more? You want to climb the ladder all the way to the top, no matter the cost. Making the big life in the city is the life for you!

traits: materialistic, foodie, snob

aspiration: city native

career: critic (food critic branch)

goals:

must live in a San Myshuno apartment

complete the city native aspiration

complete the critic career

Generation 10: Punk 🧷

As a kid, you were never fascinated with power and authority. And once you grew up, you finally understood why. Those in power can't let the people down for much longer, and you will fight to get that future!

traits: maker, freegan, hot headed

aspiration: neighborhood confidante 

career: none

goals:

master the neighborhood confidante aspiration

master the fabrication and handiness skills

Happy simming <3

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 aesthetic

[sims4legacyaesthetic]

Sims 4 Aesthetics Legacy Challenge:

About: welcome to the aesthetics legacy challenge! In this challenge you will not only be fitting into the aesthetic with fashion, but with personality as well. You are not allowed to cheat with the aging(must be set to normal), and you have to build a starter home with only 25,000 simoleons. I hope you enjoy and have fun exploring different aesthetics!

Generation 1: Goth

Traits: Gloomy, Proper, Loner

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Career: Writer

Welcome to the first generation of the aesthetics legacy challenge, the goth aesthetic. This sim is required to own everything in the colors black and shades of grey(you can have red lipstick if you want). As a gloomy and loner, interactions are going to be rare(excluding a lover). You must complete the aspiration, complete the writer career, have a max of 5 friends(including lover), and have only one child which you never interact with.

Generation 2: Y2K

Traits: Creative, Cheerful, Neat

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Designer

Since your gothic parent wasn’t all that loving and you were sick of living in the dark, you decided you wanted a more fun and colorful lifestyle. With this sim you must wear as many colors as you can. You must max 3 different skills, complete the career and aspiration, must have 15 good friends(including lover), and must max your dance skill.

Generation 3: Light Academia

Traits: Bookworm, Perfectionist, Snob

Aspiration: Academic

Career: Politician

Since your previous gen didn’t want to do anything but have fun and be social, you wanted to be smarter and hit the books. This sim must wear white and other light shades and styles which make them appear nerdy. You must complete the career and aspiration. Must max all of the knowledge skills and be an A+ student in all of their education. They must have their own library in their house.

Generation 4: E-Girl

Traits: Geek, Lazy, Materialistic

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Career: Tech Guru

Your previous gen was very strict about all of the academics, so you wanted to lean more into technology than just books. This sim must wear comfortable but fashionable clothes and wear intense makeup. They must complete the career and aspiration. They must have a very nice game room and require having the more views video station and the drone. Must stream as often as possible and upload a video every day. Must max the programming skill and max fame.

Generation 5: CottageCore

Traits: Green Fiend, Rancher, Maker

Aspiration: Lord/Lady of the Knits

Career: None(your farm)

Your previous gen was all about the newest tech, but you weren’t really a huge fan of all the electronics and wanted a more rustic way of living. This sim must not wear any makeup(lashes are fine) and must wear a dress or trousers. Must complete the career and aspiration and can only gain resources off of the farm(like eggs from chickens and milk from cows).

Generation 6: Grunge

Traits: Music Lover, Socially Awkward, Hot-Headed

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Career: Entertainer

Growing up on the farm with your previous gen helped you learn your love for music. This sim must wear thrifty outfits and shaggy hair. Must complete the career and aspiration and have a music room. Must publish songs every day, max all musical skills, and have 2 failed relationships before you can marry a sim.

Generation 7: Boho

Traits: Freegan, Recycle Disciple, Insider

Aspiration: Master Maker

Career: Gardener

Your previous gen was always making music and never had time to take care of nature. This sim must live on an eco-friendly lot and wear light and warm neutral colors. Must complete career and aspiration. Must max handiness skill and 3 more of your choice. Must have all eco-friendly appliances and must reuse or recycle things when you can. Must have a successful club with the max amount of members.

Generation 8: KidCore

Traits: Childish, Family-Oriented, Jealous

Aspiration: Super Parent

Career: Painter

Your previous gen was focusing more on nature than that truly matters, the family. This sim must wear kiddy outfits and must wear a onesie as their sleep wear. Must complete the career and aspiration, must have a full household(8), and must max the parenting and painting skill. Must be best friends with all your children.

Generation 9: WitchCore

Traits: Goofball, Paranoid, Cat Lover

Aspiration: Spell-craft & Sorcery

Career: Actor

Feeding into the previous gen’s imagination, you wanted to become a spellcaster. This sim must wear a witch hat with every outfit and whimsical clothes. Must complete the career and aspiration, and must have a sorcery basement. Must brew all the potions, must max 5 skills, must marry another spellcaster, must have a human child before marrying the spellcaster.

Generation 10: Villainy

Traits: Overachiever, Evil, Kleptomaniac

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Career: Criminal

Playing with all the alchemy with the previous gen has made you hungry for villainy. This sim must wear evil and dark looking outfits. Must complete the career and aspiration. Must max the mischief skill and 3 more of your choice, must have more enemies than friends, and must have no romantic relationships or children.

#sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #aesthetic #ea games

[social-media-quotes-for-loners]

I was made for the library, not the classroom. The classroom was a jail of other people's interests. The library is open, unending, free.

IG: @bookhesrt321

#social media quotes for loners #motivation #book quotes #dark aesthetic #quotes #aesthetic #inspiration #inspiring quotes #quoteoftheday #relatable quotes #ig #Instagram #library #book worm #books #fantasy

[rparekhapmedia]

Set Design

Research And Planning

post 19

 the thought process behind each set was deep, Sakshi and i work very well together and for sympathy for the devil our ideas were quiet similar. We did online meetings and discussed the look of the set, she would tell me what vibe she wanted and I would add on to the physical look of the set. 

we had a meeting in which we broke down each set -

For the library scene we had to use the school library, since that area of the school was renovated we had to fill the shelf with a lot of books. the seating arrangement also we had to change a bit. 

For the party scene Sakshi gave me full freedom to explore and work with props, she just said there should be games and it should look like a party, so for that I bought red, blue,green and yellow gelatine papers to rap around the studio lights and tube lights.I also bought huge fairy lights and serving bowl set with a jar. I bought red cups for beer pong but we didn't add any liquid in them during shoot because it would get messy. I cut lemon slices, ordered Fanta fro the drink in the jar and popcorn and chips for food. arranged the red cups in a triangle for the game and kept the ping pong ball on the side. decorated the room with fairy lights in wave shapes and wrapped gelatine paper around the lights. but I used only blue and red gelatine paper. and switched off the extra lights. 

For the assault room, we wanted to do a drawing room set, however the room we asked for wasn't given to us due to misunderstanding and then Sakshi and I took the decision of doing it in a bedroom set. we used the same room as Ivan’s room but changed the angle and wall side so it didn't look the same, added double bed some bedsheets and pillows with a side lamp and gave little Isha a paper and markers to draw on as props.

for jades bedroom, Sakshi told me he’s a total nerd and a loner. to show him as a nerd we bought encyclopaedias and lots of thick books and arranged them and left book open, added a pen stand, and Sakshi suggested to make a poster wall which even I felt would surely match Vivan’s room’s aesthetic. Sakshi already had the posters in her Pinterest board so she asked me to select from them and then we got them printed for the poster wall. to show its Vivan’s room I asked Jaden to get any pictures of his childhood and he had polaroids so we added that too.