I think it would be funny if Lynette was the more straightforward of the twins when it comes to romance.
Lyney flirts and charms and always has a pickup line ready, but more often than not, it’s usually just a front. He flirts to distract or divert attention, and has a certain public persona he likes to maintain. Hinting at attraction is one thing. Acting on it is another. Being vulnerable enough to tell you he likes you without any smoke and mirrors makes him want to curl up in a corner.
Lynette, on the other hand. You don’t even realize she likes you because she has a strong poker face. She doesn’t let a hint of her feelings past, despite watching the object of her affections like a cat stalking a piece of prey. It’s not until she bluntly tells you that she likes you, completely out of the blue, that you realize the depth of her feelings.
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Canines
The hand that feeds
Mickbell Tomas & Kuro
Dungeon Meshi
^ 1: Ink-the-artist, I will remove my teeth / 2: Margaret Atwood / 3: C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy / 4: Mitski, I’m your man / 5: Ojibwa, I love you like a rotten dog / 6: KotOR II / 7: Stardrop, Everything that’s ever been mine is covered in teeth marks / 8: Sodikken, People Eater / 9: Mitski, I’m your man / 10: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 11: Mitski, I bet on losing dogs / 12: maxime., The life and death of a dog / 13: hun, I did not bite with Malice / 14: C. Michael Davis, Don't Pet the Dragon / 15: Mitski, I’m your man
v 1: Early versions of the myth as in aeschylus orestes / 2: Ink-the-artist, I will not remove my teeth
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Genuinely don’t mean this as any sort of callout post but it’s interesting to me how there’s been a trend in newer (?) whump blogs putting really long disclaimers in their bios and pinned posts, saying that they don’t condone violence, that they aren’t responsible for other people’s actions, that they know it’s bad and it’s just fiction.
It’s honestly making me wonder how much purity culture has seeped into the fabric of even the Whump community, that people feel the need to explicitly state what I would have accepted as an easily presumed given. When did we get to a point where we have to preface any conversation by stating that we don’t condone irl violence, lest someone accuse us of immorality?
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As I was getting in the shower I looked in the mirror at myself and started thinking about how in an ideal world where I knew my parent would accept me, where my state hadn’t made it literally illegal to transition at my age, and where I wasn’t scared to be visibly trans I would be ~5 months on hrt and using my chosen name and pronouns irl and now I feel wrong
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Moth I'm missing your boys, give us some rambly Raindrop/ Phantom Rain Drop thoughts?
Rain hasn’t seen him all day. Just evidence of his existence. A half-emptied cup of black coffee on the counter, a long strand of gold strewn across his black pillowcase, yesterday’s clothes kicked into the corner of the bathroom.
They have no reason to cross paths today. No practice, no ministry business, no shared responsibilities. Not that they need a reason to be together. Quite the contrary. But Rain can’t count on a schedule to run into him eventually. So, Rain wanders around trying to track his invisible footsteps.
Where is he?
Rain knows and follows his intuition down to the water. Down to the gnarled roots of the willow growing by the bank of the lake.
Dew looks so small, tucked into a makeshift hammock of roots, Rain’s sweater tossed over them to blunt some of the hard knots and lumps.
“What’re you doing here?” Why am I asking questions I know the answer to?
Dew’s eyes are closed. But Rain knows he’s not asleep because his hands are busy fiddling with the drawstring of the hood he’s using as a pillow.
“You know.” His voice is small and dry.
“I do.”
“Just felt - alone.” No matter how many people I surround myself with, no matter who I talk to. I feel alone. Cause I am. I will be, in the end. And I didn’t want to ask you - to say the thing you always say.
You went to everyone, but me? If Rain had bothered to ask anyone else he may have heard a few reports of a Dew -shaped spectre gliding in and out of various rooms earlier that day.
“Fine. I won’t tell you that you’re never alone. And you never will be. I won’t tell you that I’m like these stupid trees. If anyone tries to pull me away. I will simply wither and die. That you are stuck with me whether you like it or not.”
Of course it’s his choice, but he wants Dew to feel like it isn’t. To feel certainty in matters that really are never quite certain. Like love.
Dew makes space for him in the crevice of the tree, “I do like it,” he thinks. Its embarrassing. But, comforting, Rain understands his language. The subtext between his sentences and the meaning in the words he doesn’t say.
There are one thousand and one places in the Ministry to get lost in, where no one will ever find you. But Dew chooses the same place every time, the place that tells Rain, I need you but I can’t say it. I wanted to reach out but my hands are tied. I wanted to call your name but I can’t speak. I feel so alone, show me that isn’t true.
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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸
[Episode One] First Impressions.
Congratulations to our second First Impressions rose winner, with 20 Romance points at the end of the mini date - Julian!
sometimes ea animations do us good, folks!! there was a hard fought battle for dan’s second rose tonight! julian pulled ahead by four points to snag the rose!🌹 it was interesting watching them float back and forth between flirting and joking with one another: the muse struck, and it felt to me that jules kept making jokes to get away from being face-to-face with dan on national television like this. it’s one thing to watch the shows- it’s another to live them!
And so, we’re back on track! This concludes House Two’s introductions, so our contestants will be heading back to the manor for the night! Next, we’ll be meeting the final seven sims who make up House Three, and we’ll see who wins the third and final First Impressions rose! 🌹
Part 3/3 | catch up with the challenge here!
@mattodore
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Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Content SMP
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Blake | Winsweep & Noxintrus
Characters: Blake | Winsweep, Noxintrus (Content SMP), Rat | doctor4t (mentioned), Fiarrow | Talonflame (mentioned)
Additional Tags: winsweep-centric, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Nightmares, Memory Loss, Amnesia, Dissociation, mannequins, (sorry), thalassophobia, (double sorry), Automatonophobia, Agoraphobia, winsweep has ptsd, noxintrus has amnesia, neverend is a fucking nightmare (literal and figurative), Canon-Typical Violence, Temporary Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death
Summary: While he was lost in his thoughts of “this is weird” and “I don’t remember any room like this,” Winsweep’s shoe caught on the edge of the tile and he stumbled forward, bracing to catch himself using his arms instead of his face, squeezing his eyes shut.
When he reopened his eyes, his surroundings were pitch black. That’s not supposed to happen. Small, teal particles drifted in the air around him. He had this deep, visceral feeling of “that’s not right, it’s not supposed to be air,” but he just couldn’t explain why.
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or: winsweep ptsd nightmare/amnesia fic bc that guy is too confident and this is my equivalent of throwing him at the wall
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