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kleftiko · 8 months

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❦ A PIRATES REWARD

“you expected to fuck some guy in the bathroom at the halloween party, not get absolutely railed by someone you don’t even know”

cw: age gap, mask kink(?), choking, cream pie, unprotected sex, semi-public sex

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

When you're young and you finally get the taste of freedom that comes with showing your ID (the real one) to the bouncer, and instead of a stare down, you get a pleasant "enjoy your night", you tend to go overboard.

Dressed too skimpy for the weather, with the promise that alcohol will help you warm up, you and your girlfriends set your goals for the night. Get someone to buy you drinks, make it to the DJ booth, or hook up in the bathroom with someone you'll never see again.

A jaegerbomb or two, vodka soda, and whatever drink the guy next to you swore was worth it—you think it's a pornstar—and you were blinking with a drowsy smile on your painted lips as you looked around for someone of interest. Halloween was the perfect excuse to let loose and indulge in some wild, anonymous fun. As the night progressed, the music got louder and the crowd became more vibrant, making it the perfect hunting ground. With each drink, you felt a heat in your cheeks and between your legs that you wanted to indulge in.

"And what are you supposed to be?" You looked up at the man beside you.

From across the room, you noticed him in a black compression shirt, one that defined his obviously muscular arms and toned chest. He was tall, even from afar, dark hair that you could see pulled back into a bun, and a mask from a movie your tipsy mind barely recognized covering his face. He was mildly intriguing, and you admired him for a bit, but was only when he lifted it slightly to drink, showing off his sharp jawline and rough stubble, that you beelined for him.

You couldn't see his eyes looking down at you, but his deep, rumbling voice made you shiver. "A guy in a mask."

"Wow," you deadpanned with obvious sarcasm. "so creative."

He turned his head to you and leaned down a bit, and he asked, "Pirate?"

"Aye." You giggled with a curtsy, then nodded your chin at his drink. "What's that?"

"Rye and ginger," he held it out to you. "Want?"

You purposely brushed over the rings on his fingers as you took the drink. "You think I'd like it?"

"It’s a little hard, but sweet."

So you took a sip, eyes locked on his mask as you licked your lips to clean them off.

"I like the harder stuff," you said, and handed it back to him.

He lifted his mask to take a sip, unbothered by the lipstick smudge you left on the rim, then smiled slightly.

You decided that this was the guy. There's something about his nonchalant demeanour and the way he effortlessly hooked you in that had you wanting him in a less than innocent way. The fact that you didn't even know what he looked like only added to the excitement of wanting those gorgeous fingers inside you.

"Wanna take this somewhere else?" You cut him off from whatever he was saying, deciding you've done enough flirting.

"Well, aren't you an eager thing?" He chuckled a bit and took another sip of his drink.

You gulped, shamelessly checking him out as you started to feel the pulse of anticipation. When he finished off his rye and ginger you grabbed his wrist and led him through the crowd. Down the hall, there were a couple people loitering, probably trying to escape the loud music to have a more intimate conversation. The bathroom was even more deserted, and you thanked the fact that drunk people never wanted to leave the fun.

You immediately pushed him against the wall, not waiting for the door to close beside you, and your fingers clawed to his mask eagerly before his large hand wrapped around your throat to still you.

"Ah, ah, ah," he reprimanded you. "Didn't anyone teach you manners?"

You grinned, your lips instead going to his neck, where you playfully bit his skin. He let out a low growl, a mixture of pleasure and warning. His grip on your throat tightened slightly, this time not in caution, but as a reward.

"That's it, baby." He praised, and hooked his free thumb under the mask, pulling it off to reveal the most attractive man you've ever seen. Dark, tired eyes that looked at you with nothing but lust. He was obviously older than you, and the realization made you feel even more vigour at the thought of the pleasure he could give you that you never seemed to get from guys your age. His lips curled into a malicious smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. The intensity in his gaze made your heart race, as if you were the only person in the world that mattered to him in that moment.

You audibly whimpered, the heat between your legs intensifying as you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Distantly, there was a soft donk as he threw his mask to the ground and grabbed you, switching places to pin you to the wall instead. The rush of adrenaline coursed through your veins, making you want to act out, but the firm grip he had on your throat had you compliant and submissive—only able to do what he wants. You had never been more happy to fall under the spell of some man, and you found yourself eager to accept anything he gave you. As the world around you faded into oblivion, all that remained was the intoxicating connection between your bodies and an insatiable desire.

Your leg hooked over his hip as you grinded into him, and he easily lifted you up, pressing his hard cock to your needy pussy through your clothes.

The noises of pleasure you made simply from making out and dry humping had him almost laughing.

"Such a cute little pirate." He growled and bit your ear. The hand around your neck moved to shove aside the fabric at your crotch and push two fingers inside you. "Already wet for me."

You squealed at the stretch, head hitting the tiled wall behind you as you threw it back.

"F-fuck." You whined and bucked your hips into him, too lost in the simple way he was giving you pleasure to care about how desperate you were being.

His skilled fingers continued to move inside you, hitting all the right spots and driving you wild. Even if it had just begun, no hookup had ever had you crumbling so easily, or had reduced you to a begging mess so skillfully. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably as you surrendered completely to his touch, not bothering to hold back your cries.

Your legs started to shake, the pants you spilled out became high-pitched wanton sounds as you were about to cum; tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your head knocked against the wall from you bucking into him. But before he could send you over into ecstasy, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you high, dry, and angry.

"What the fuc—!" You tried to scream, but he shoved his thick fingers down your throat. You choked instead as he laughed at you.

"Don't be a brat." He said. "Lick them clean, and I'll give you what you want."

You gagged as his fingers pressed against the back of your throat, feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal. Reluctantly, you obeyed his command, tasting your own essence on his fingers as you sniffled. The thought of finally getting what you desired pushed you to comply, hoping that this humiliating act would lead to the release you craved.

As he pulled his fingers out with a pop, you were rewarded with the sight of his hand undoing his pants and releasing his thick cock. The sight of his harsh pink tip dripping with precum made your heart race, fueling your craving for him even more and making you wiggle impatiently as he lined up with your cunt. With a deep breath, you braced yourself for the pleasure that awaited, ready to surrender completely to his dominance.

He didn't go slow. He thrusted into you with a force that took your breath away, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to surge through your body.

The hand that gripped the fat of your thigh to hold you up tightened almost unbearably as he hissed.

"Fuck, you're so tight, little pirate." He said, and you whimpered a bit.

There was no more time to waste as he pulled out and thrust into you again.

You felt each unbearable inch of his cock bullying its way into your gummy walls and stretching you out passed your limits. No man had ever had you gasping from simply fucking you, but each powerful movement sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body. As he continued to pound into you relentlessly, you surrendered yourself completely to the overwhelming sensations, losing all sense of control.

Your noises started to get even louder and more shameless, and you couldn't imagine anyone outside the bathroom wouldn't be able to tell what was going on, especially coupled with the slapping sounds of his cock in your dripping pussy over and over.

His hand came up to your neck again, holding you back against the wall and cutting your airflow as he pumped into you. Your moans became choked gargles, and the lack of oxygen had you squeezing impossibly tighter around him, your own hand gripping his wrist to stabilize yourself as your eyes rolled back and your tongue fell out.

"You just go dumb, baby?" You vaguely heard his condescending voice. "Such a good girl."

The intensity of the moment heightened as he continued to fuck you, his words fueling your desire for him to have his way with you. Each thrust and restriction of breath only deepened your submissive state, pushing you further into a state of blissful surrender that you never wanted to give up. As his grip tightened and his pace quickened, you could feel yourself on the edge of cumming like you never had before, ready to be consumed by the ecstasy he pumped you with.

"Such a good girl." He repeated. "Maybe I should cum in your cunt as a reward for being so good."

The sound of his words sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. You eagerly nodded, unable to form any coherent words as you yearned for him to fulfill his promise. You wanted everything he could possibly give you, in that moment, you wanted him to become yours. You wanted him to give you this pleasure over and over again. With each powerful thrust, you could feel the knot tightening, knowing that this release would be better than any one you've ever experienced.

As he continued to ravish you, you came without warning. Head spilling all thoughts from your mind besides the inexplicably pleasure you were feeling and this unknown man that has made you feel something you’ve never felt before. Without a doubt, this would be ingrained in your mind forever, but if the thought of that wasn't enough, the feeling of his hot cum spilling into a second later you would be. It overflowed from your cunt, staining your thighs with hot cum as you held him close.

The smell of sex and the wetness dripping down your hot legs brought you back to reality, and you just barely registered him setting you down onto the ground. Your wobbly legs couldn't hold you as you fell against his sturdy chest, still not in the right stated of mind as you panted and almost drooled against him. The man chuckled as he moved the fabric of your costume back to cover your pussy and keep all of his cum inside you. You whined and twitched when he patted your clit.

Then he gently placed you on the ground, and you were too fucked up to speak up and say that you wanted him to stay and at least hold you until your mind returned. The most you could do was weakly tug on his pants and whine, causing him to bend down and place a chest kiss to your forehead. As he walked away, a mix of emotions flooded your mind: a longing for his presence, a sense of vulnerability, and a lingering satisfaction from everything he gave you.

#kleftiko’s kinktober #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #aizawa x you #aizawa imagine #aizawa x y/n #aizawa shota smut #mha x you #mha x y/n #aizawa shota x reader #my hero academia aizawa #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia smut

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topazias · 3 months

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a thousand faces in a thousand places

synopsis: the housewardens with a Sparkle (from honkai: star rail) reader. (headcanons)

gn!reader + reader is not yuu

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

uhm! 😨 (scared)

there is not a single universe where this man, pre-overblot, did not hate you.

so, how did you two meet? considering your mysterious, yet still childish personality- you probably got sorted into heartslabyul!

you’re basically like alice but.. so. much. worse.

pre-overblot he’d, most likely, be very cross with you.

do you know how many times you’ve been off-with-your-head-ed? because it’s happened a LOT. and i mean, a lot a lot.

you were in and out of everywhere, were rather cryptic, and had a strong mischievous streak.

how could he NOT be annoyed? smh.

though, post-overblot, i think he’d be more relaxed.

of course, he’d still be exasperated, but not to the level of annoyance he had before. progress, woop woop !!!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

i am still scared. not for you, but for leona.

he’d be annoyed, i suppose. you’re like a creepy, more out there, more literally insane version of ruggie.

so, how did you two meet? it’s similar to how yuu and the lion met, actually. except.. there’s kind of a difference.

whereas yuu stepped on his tail (by accident!), causing leona to go “ooh i’m gonna eat you” like a shark on steroids, YOU were the one who.. tried to eat him.

picture this, leona sleeping on the botanical garden, you seeing his tail and immediately going

how romantic a meeting! be still, my heart! meetcute who?

you immediately started laughing hysterically when his startled awake gaze met your terribly amused eyes, so the impression you left to him.. eh.

you probably started a “Call Leona ‘Unca Weona’” trend on MagiTok (that cater undoubtedly joined in on), so he’s probably pretty annoyed at you.

— you’ve also probably used his money to fund some performances.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

“you have bewitched me body and soul. 🤩” “HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE”

he’s probably mildly terrified of you and your absolutely horrendous schemes.

so, how did this lovely pair meet? WELL.

azul, doing paperwork in his office or whatever he does, looking like he sniffs lint, jolts when jade enters abruptly.

it’s unlike the eel’s usual respectful manner, so he’s pretty confused, immediately going “what is it?”

a sheepish jade smiles awkwardly and goes to say something like, “blah blah vanished into thin air before they could pay.”

azul is BEWILDERED. vanished??

so, obviously, righteously wanting his money, he tells jade and floyd to go look for you.

they did not find you.

fun.

KALIM AL-ASIM

he has a new bestie now!

you two are great friends, your chaotic (one more so than the other) tendencies and fun-loving personalities make you a great pair.

jamil would say otherwise.

you two go on happy little excursions around the campus, terrorizing a few people here and there, and honestly just having the time of your lives.

he was so glad you weren’t his friend just for his wealth, but because you liked his personality as he liked yours.

though, you, as someone who can only have their interest piqued by amusement, didn’t understand why he’d think you were using him.

you wear the most stupid matching shirts (that kalim bought and jamil tacitly approved) and walk around, happily playing and leaving only destruction in your wake.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

you’re fashionable, he likes you.

with your skill in acting, you’re probably in the film studies club, which is most likely how you two met.

he admires your.. cough, dedication. and he also thinks your personality is a bit (is it?👀).

“your dedication to being you is admirable.” “hehe thanks but wtf🥰”

as literally everyone is, kalim not included, he’s pretty exasperated by your chaos-causing tendencies and unhinged personality.

illusion magic is your jam, so just imagine how shocked he was when looking into his mirror and seeing your evilly-grinning visage instead of his own face.

(rook approves.)

talking about rook, a curious vil had asked the hunter to.. stalk you for a while, because he was confused if you were really the person you portrayed yourself as.

a laughing rook gave the report that you had found him out and asked if he was close to his housewarden because he stripped himself naked and apologized for his crime of liking neige.

vil is flabbergasted.

IDIA SHROUD

on one hand, he’s terrified, and on the other- he thinks you’re funny.

you come up with the most unhinged insults, and you always get the last word- he thinks you’re admirable.

your level of extrovertness is shocking to him.

first kalim, now you? he is Shaking His Head™.

how you first met doesn’t matter, what matters is what he accidentally said when first meeting you and having a good short chat.

“mesugaki..” he mumbled in the middle of your sentence.

your ears were good. his ears were working well enough to hear his own damn self.

he wants to cry. he wants to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself in it.

“hikikomori.” you immediately responded.

critical hit! idia will have to stay inside his room for three weeks, tell ortho he loves him..

you’d say you two get along well, idia would say otherwise.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

he enjoys your rambunctious personality. he’s normally chilling quietly in the corner, so having you drag him around probably does wonders for how people see him.

he approves (sebek does NOT).

he’s sometimes concerned. he knows humans don’t live long, will you Doing What You Do somehow make your lifespan even shorter?

you’re just being you and he’s standing menacingly right beside you. imagine how that looks to other people.

your local terrorist gremlin and THE malleus draconia. standing next to eachother. chilling.

you probably call him “that guy with the horns”, or something more animal aligned.

like “ram horns boy”.

lilia probably laughed at it, silver didn’t know if he should’ve felt offended for malleus or if it was a friendly joke, and sebek is going to use it as a horror story for the future generations of his family.

you’re just causing chaos and he’s there like 🧍😄

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iamadequate1717 · 7 months

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Stede's Strange Day

I want to talk about Stede Bonnet's very strange day. Let's look at the progression of just what Stede sees.

He spends the night with his boyfriend for the first time, and his boyfriend brings him breakfast in bed like Doug did for Mary. They talk about their reunion. Stede is very happy right now!

His boyfriend tells him that he envisioned him as a beautiful merperson and that he thinks he saved his life.

They get dressed, and they go out on a breakfast date on the town. Stede tells Ed about the letters he wrote, and Ed loved that!

Stede then discovers he has a fanclub! Ed laughs and is happy for him! They're going to go down to Jackie's so Stede can enjoy this some more!

Ed throws in some light banter/teasing about this turn of events, and Stede literally squeals before they run off giggling together.

They get to Jackie's, and Ed continues to encourage Stede!

Ed leaves him to it! "Enjoy the night" are his parting words.

So Stede enjoys the night!

He's being accepted! And he still talks about his boyfriend while being fawned over!

Everyone tells him he's awesome! He offs an assassin while saying something cool! No one is making fun of him!

After a bit, he goes to find Ed to share in his fun! He's had a great day.

Only, he's immediately met with this with no context: Ed regrets being with him! Ed is leaving immediately!

Remember: Ed's last words to him were "Enjoy the night!" This is complete emotional whiplash. Stede knows right away what the problem is, but Ed shuts it down.

Ed wants to be a fisherman! A proclamation completely out of the blue! Stede tries to talk him down. That fish wasn't so awesome that it should completely change Ed's life trajectory, casting Stede out of the way.

Ed disagrees and abandons Stede with no real explanation or listening to what Stede was trying to say, which isn't a great move for a healthy relationship.

Basically, Stede spent a few hours (only a few hours!) enjoying himself (in a manner that Ed encouraged him to!). He did nothing awful (because murder is cool in this show), and was a lot tamer than what Ed and company were doing in 1x8 (turtle vs crab is mean!).

I'm going to go more into Stede defense in another post. "Last night was a mistake" is an egregious phrasing to use with the man you love who has self esteem and trauma issues (we know what he means but it can be interpreted much worse), but Stede took it in stride. But for some reason people act like Stede committed war crimes with the fish comment? Ed sharing his day and Ed excising himself from Stede's life are different contexts and the fish is viewed differently in each lens. It was an OK fish, and Stede did nothing wrong. Stede is right that Ed is a coward, and I don't think Stede saying a few slightly harsh things in the heat of the moment when being blindsided like this is a character flaw.

Ed behaved appallingly in shutting down the conversation and refusing to even give context to what was going on. With 1x9&10 and Stede deciding Ed was better off without him, I saw plenty of comments about how Stede couldn't make a major life decision for Ed like that. With this, Ed has made a major life decision for Stede (I'm going to dump him and remove myself before he can choose piracy over me!), but I have yet to see the same comments, and I know exactly why that is.

...

More Stede defense!:

#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2e7 #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #miscommunication #stede did nothing wrong #ofmd #our flag means death #stede defense #ofmd 2x07

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sminiac · 3 months

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Hi! First and foremost, I hope you’ve been doing well. 😊

I’ve been reading your xikers fics for a couple weeks now and love love love your writing! Have mostly stayed in the shadows but I thought It’d be fun to break into the sun a little by sending in a rec and becoming a regular anon 🤭 So, with that being said, what are your thoughts on xikers hyung line asking their s/o for a quickie during a video shoot (and succeeding)??

If possible, I’d love to be ☁️ anon. Take as much time as you need, and if you’re unable to get to this, no worries. Have a beautiful day/night!

💌 — Hi friend, I have been! Hope you’re good too <3 I’m so relieved that you like my work🥹 so happy, so smiley !!! your kindness is very motivating and appreciated <3 I’d love for you to stick around and send more stuff in, ☁️ is all yours :b

Warnings — Smut focused, MDNI.

⋆ K. Minjae

He means business, like- you can tell immediately from the way he walks up to you that he’s wanting something, he has this kind of energy that makes you giddy from how serious he’s being, his directing words short and a biting so him and his members can progress through the shoot faster because it meant that “cut!” Would be shouted and he’d be free to get his hands on you. When he approaches you a little breathless, heavy on his feet with unmoving emotion in his face and vaguely explaining to you through his teeth that he needs help with ��something’ that you shouldn’t entertain it with anything but an agreement.

If the shoot is going slower than he likes or there’s a significant amount of mistakes and he’s running high on rather negative feelings Minjae doesn’t take it out on you, at least not consciously. He doesn’t speak a whole lot, but when he does it’s mainly praise, how good you’re being, how good you’re making him feel, so wrapped up in his pleasure that he doesn’t realize how you’re struggling to keep yourself steady and quiet, but don’t worry, that’s what he’s for!

Remainder of members under the cut!

⋆ P. Junmin

You’ll know, but he isn’t loud about it. I’d say that he wouldn’t be loud at all, a lot of the time he won’t even so much as vocally mention being needy due to how embarrassing it is to have a hard on when he’s working, and having to hide it. The thing is his mannerisms are so distinct and discernible to your eye that within a few minutes you have him fully peeled back by layer after layer, the fact that you’re so reactive makes him twitch with excitement…. And maybe even a lick of shame seeing the way you dissect him so openly yet so accurately.

Occasionally he likes being degraded into tears by your mean words.. until he’s having to go back to get his makeup touched up and they’re asking about it, other times he’s whimpering the sting off, fighting it to show you how good he can be, it all really depends on the day. Junmin isn’t one to be particularly bratty when in public, he complies and listens very well, so much so that it’s hard to not reward him with something a little extra. He can be kind of loud, but it’s so cute seeing him try to quiet himself :(

⋆ C. Sumin

It’s instinctive almost. Either one of you just knows when the other is feeling even a little needy, which automatically makes its way to the other if it hasn’t already. When your hands aren’t on each other your eyes are, sometimes he even gets a little too deep into the (practically) eye fucking game, silently mouthing to you fleeting explicit words that no one else would be able to pick up on so easily. Quickie’s are a very easy, effortless agreement, one of very few words to cut down on wasting time together and avoiding any possible conflict it could cause. When he wants you there’s no stopping him- like a fixation for a lack of better words, once his heads flicking in the direction of an area you know is secluded the agreement is sealed off.

Acts like the two of you have all the time in the world. Sumin has a habit of needing to see what he does to you, hardly can he ever get off by feeling alone, you’re just so pretty and react to his touches and words in just the right ways. Tells you to “keep your eyes open” when he’s fucking into you, even if you’re balancing on a on a thin edge between delirium and unearthly pleasure, it’s hard to pay his instructions no heed when he looks so perfect, all sweaty and exhausted but still putting in his all to bring you to your peak.

⋆ H. Jinsik

Very communicative, he isn’t the shyest about running back to you during their breaks between sets just to plead with you, when he can’t vocally then he’s shooting you knowing looks, he’s especially bad for doing it while someone on their makeup team is right in front of him. Doesn’t like how easily you brush him and his suggestions off- he’ll whine and complain but that doesn’t stop him from coming back. Coolly drops a “Yeah I just need to talk to y/n for a sec.” then runs away to go annoy you with his near constant stream of “please, please, please!” Has to be shut up when you’re giving him what he wants, sometimes the fact that he has to be quiet slips his mind, other times it’s purposefully disregarded which does him no good in the end.

Always says he can take it, swears he can until your skin makes contact with his and he’s clenching his jaw so hard that it makes his head ache, added the strained little thrashes whilst attempting to remain still and quiet for you, tries his hardest to prove to you that he can handle the pleasure, but it always ends up with him all fucked out and sluggish when they return to filming. With a promise of tending to him properly when the days wrapped up he’s suddenly raring to go!

⋆ C. Hyunwoo

Plays the long game. He wouldn’t specifically mention how horny he is- in fact he tries to be coy about it whilst hoping you’ve maybe already noticed, he even has his moments of passing off indifferent comments like: “what if we had sex here, haha, wouldn’t that be so crazy? Haha.” The longer you play along instead of just pulling him away to get under his clothes the more he becomes frustrated with the lack of attention, your clueless facade being the only reason he’s left exasperated by his futile efforts and notably hot in his intricately pieced together outfit. When Hyunwoo realizes that his feigned passivity doesn’t penetrate your resolve quite the way he intended he’s immediately going with another route, shows off all he is and what he has to offer until you’re the one trying to convince him to run off.

Finally having you to himself goes either one of two ways. He sits back and instructs you to do all the work due to his exhaustion or takes his long pent up arousal out on you completely. He doesn't favour one over the other, he enjoys a healthy mix of both, especially when you're rewarding him for putting his all into recording! But like everyone Hyunwoo has his off days, then is when he just wants to take you the way he wants, and allowing him to do so doesn't disappoint in the slightest. He's incredibly good with being sneaky, knows when to slow his movements, when to cover your mouth, when there's no one around and he's free to do as he wants.

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grimalkinmessor · 8 months

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HOLD UP I'm reversing my stance because actually actually actually L having Hanahaki would be uniquely interesting especially in the context of falling in love with someone who already wants him dead 👀 L has limited options if he wants to win live.

1. Again, get it removed. He wouldn't do so until he'd proved Light as Kira, because (if we're going the removing flowers removes memories route) he'd see it as too big of a gamble. He'd wait and pray that he solved the case before the flowers killed him.

There's also the option of L locking Light up somewhere until he recovers from the removal enough to review all of in-love-L's notes and footage on him, but this runs the very high risk of L just falling right back in love with him all over again. No bueno.

2. Make Light fall in love with him. THIS is a unique option simply because L would need to do so in a manner that never displays weakness—no soft conversations for him, no earnest heart-felt wooing. L could confess to Light, but that brings on a whole string of other problems. Light would be delighted by the turn of events, would likely (again assuming that we're going the 'Hanahaki has an emotional/psychological component in how it progresses' route) immediately start acting as if he were also in love with L so as to 'save' him, while also knowing that L would know he was pretending and thus it would not work. There's also the chance that Light would use Misa as an excuse to outright reject him without seeming cold, therefore hastening the disease's progression so that L dies faster. So, those avenues closed to L, he'd have to get creative.

(I do not believe L would ever die quietly in this scenario. It's not happening. He wants to live and he wants to win.)

Forcing Light to fall in love with him through underhanded tactics is going to be his best bet. L would pull out every mental trick in the book to get Light to start seeing him as less of a threat and more of an Option™—Pavlov's dogs would shudder in fear at the shit L would pull. And if L takes this route, he also has to figure out what the fuck he's gonna do with Light after he's cured himself, because again, if it's a psychological component he can't just lock Light up somewhere or he risks the flowers coming right back. It'd be an interesting time for everyone involved :D

The complications of Light realizing what L's doing or even why he's doing it would also be fun. Light wouldn't go quietly into that loving good night if he figured out that L was basically baiting him into falling in love with him, especially not if he realized that L was doing it to save his own skin. He'd find some way to manipulate it in his favor—maybe even by trying to sway L to his side? Would L be tempted to join Kira if the option was there, when his life was on the line and hemmed in from multiple angles? Or even just pretend to join Kira and sabotage him on the side, cuddling up next to him while sending off messages to Anti-Kira groups. Something to think about 💕

Oh, and the flowers L could be afflicted with are endless. Red roses, blue roses, spider lilies, fire lilies, cowslips, aspens, asphodels, begonias, black-eyed susans, coltsfoot, diphylleia, hollyhock, lavender, hydrangeas—I could go ON.

#death note #lawlight #hanahaki #l lawliet #grim rants

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jarviscockerssecrethusband · 2 months

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I just wanted to do a full recommendation/review/whatever you’d call this of a fic I absolutely ADORE for one of my friends who deserves to hear how good of a writer she is.

Lust For Life by @oopsiedaisiesbaby is an incredible piece of writing, even if you read it having no idea who Billy or Steve are. Tonally, it is a modern romcom with an adorable ending that made me cry more than once (I will try to keep spoilers to the very minimum)

Steve has a heart of gold, he is so incredibly precious while still being immediately recognisable as himself from the show. His disability and his experiences as a sex worker are discussed honestly and compassionately and the way he works to be a better person than he was in high school is incredibly heartwarming.

Billy is a scene stealer in every chapter he’s in. He’s both so unmistakably Billy in his temperament and mannerisms while clearly having been able to heal from both the Mindflayer and Neil. The way his character progresses and grows, with both heart and humour makes you unable to stop reading. It’s a smaller detail but I also adore how intelligent, both academically and emotionally Billy is in this fic, it really adds an extra layer of depth to the piece.

Harringrove’s relationship is truly the soul of the fic. Without giving too much away, the way they become so entangled in each other’s life, from the very first meeting to the very end could easily match up to the standard of published romance books, while still showing their dumb mistakes that are typical of their early twenties.

The supporting cast include Robin, who is a delight as always as Steve’s best friend, Heather who I personally think is one of the most interesting characters in this fic, Jason who is a “vicious murder twink” and also effortlessly one of the funniest characters and Eddie, who couldn’t be any more Eddie if he tried. Despite not having as large of a role, Jonathan, Argyle and the party all make cameos too and are extremely fun.

Overall I’d say if you like Harringrove, munver, Buckleway, friends to friends with benefits to lovers and a very oblivious “straight” Steve, I’d immediately recommend this fic, it’s so worth it.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fandom #harringrove fic rec

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To Know Your Family Chapter 2

Summary: The bats have travelled to New York and now it's time to meet the one and only Tony Stark, their uncle.

May 9, 20XX

Peter was chillin' in the lounge of the Stark Tower, also known as Stark Industries, relaxing on his nice Saturday off. He already went out as Spiderman earlier that day and his dad also gave him the day off from working at SI. He completed all his homework and had no athletic decathlon to study for. It truly was a lazy day. To make everything better the Avengers even gave him the day off training. He didn’t have to go meet Ned or MJ so he choose the best option possible. He chooses to lounge on the couch all day.

The other Avengers were still around the tower, waiting for the official Avengers Compound to be built. Pepper and Tony have been making good progress on the building, making sure that everyone had everything they needed while making room for anyone else who might need a place to stay such as the guardians or Wakandians.

"Mini Boss there is a small group of people asking to see Boss," Friday’s voice interrupted Peter’s lazy Saturday. In all honesty, Peter will admit that he did give an overdramatic groan as he got up from the couch, but other than that he didn’t complain. He knows his dad won’t leave the lab for anything unless he was forced out

"Dad there's a group of people here to see you," Peter said as he put his head in the lab. Seeing Tony just wave him off, he knew that he was going to have to be the one to take care of them. They must have some kind of important pass for Friday to let them up to the penthouse, but if his dad wasn’t bothered by it, then he wouldn’t be either.

When he opened the door the last thing he expected to see was four boys, teenagers mostly, and an elderly gentleman, but he still kept his manners and was polite.

"Yo. I told Dad that there was a group who came to see him," Peter explained as he looked at the group, trying to figure out who they could possibly be. He saw the red and gold pass around the older man’s neck so Tony had to have given it to him personally, but for the life of him, Peter could not figure out who these people were.

There was a small flash of recognition at seeing the boys as if Peter should recognize them, but nothing came up

"May we come in? We can wait," the elderly gentleman man asked politely, shaking Peter out of his thoughts.

Peter, always the awkward one, didn't know how to respond, but he agreed and led them to the lounge, where he previously was lazing about, telling them to make themselves home. The boys immediately got on the couch and relaxed. The elderly man however just stood with a perfect posture, not bothered at all.

"Oh pardon my manners. My name is Alfred Pennyworth. These four are my charges, Master Richard Grayson." "Dick." "Master Jason Todd, Timothy Drake." "Tim." "and Master Damian Wayne," Alfred introduced everyone while the person would interrupt to say what they would prefer to be called.

"I'm Peter. Parker. I'm Peter Parker," he said awkwardly, "I'll go get Dad." He told Alfred as he ran off to do as he said he was going to do. Maybe he shouldn’t have left the strange group alone in the private quarters of Stark Industries, but he really needed to get his dad, and knowing him he blocked Friday from interrupting him, not that Peter blames him cause lab time is fun, but he’s needed now!

“Hey, Dad. Remember that group that wanted to see you?” Peter asked, poking his head in the lab, Friday shutting off the loud music the second Peter opened the door.

“Yeah. You turned them away right?” Tony asked, putting his blowtorch down and taking off the safety gear.

“Not exactly. They're in the lounge now. This old man had a red and gold pass and last I checked no one can get those unless you personally hand them to them,” Peter scratched his neck, seeing Tony’s eyes widen.

Peter had never seen his dad move so fast for a complete stranger. Wiping the grease off his face and running out the door, grabbing Peter’s arm as he passed him, making sure his kid didn’t get left behind.

"Alfred! How've ya been," Tony greeted the elder man, stars in his eyes, as he gave the British man a hug. Alfred got out of the hug and positioned Tony in front of him. "Master Tony. Look how much you've grown." The batboys could swear that there were tears in his eyes, although they would never mention it.

"What makes you come out of the doom and gloom that is Gotham to come here," Tony asked him, easily finding the tea set he keeps in the kitchen that’s connected just for this purpose.

"I'm afraid it is not under good circumstances. Master Tony, I am afraid to tell you that Master Bruce has died," as Alfred said this the two adults and Peter could see the four teens flinch. It didn’t stop Tony from placing a cup of tea in front of the older man, the other boy’s denying. "Master Bruce has left his four kids in your custody," Alfred informed him as he moved out of Tony's line of sight to show him the four boys Tony's face gained a surprised expression.

Peter saw many emotions running through Tony’s mind at just the idea of taking in more kids. Peter didn’t blame him. It took Tony a long time to accept all the Avengers into his tower. There are still days when he doesn’t enjoy it. Peter had to hide from Rogers, Bucky, and Natasha for the longest time because Tony didn’t trust them and at the time they were staying in different hotel rooms.

After a beat of silence, the two drinking their tea, Tony spoke up, "Alfred I can't. I barely know what to do with Peter half the time. Pepper does all of the work.

“Do you really think I would leave you to raise four apparently five boys by yourself? I may be old, but I am not going crazy," Alfred said with a kind smile, grabbing Tony’s hand and Peter was shocked that his dad was letting this stranger touch him. His dad! The one who refuses to have anything handed to him unless it’s by himself or Pepper.

Peter also noticed something else, something he doesn’t see in his father very often, a genuine smile. It made Peter happy. He might not know who these people are, but if his dad trusts him then so can he. The two ended up talking for a while which led to Tony having to get up and show each boy where they would be sleeping. Easily placing Alfred in a room that was close to all of them. Tony left the boys and Alfred to get settled in and at seeing Peter’s questioning glare easily led him back to the lounge where he got some hot chocolate ready for Peter.

“So who are Alfred and Bruce?” Peter finally asked after taking a few sips of his hot chocolate, waiting for Tony to sit next to him.

“Something that the public doesn’t know about me is that I am not actually Howard’s son. He never called me his son and now he never will, but that is because he isn’t my father. When I was younger I had a loving mother and father and an older brother,” Tony looked down into his coffee, hoping the memories wouldn’t hurt, but that was only wishful thinking. “When I was seven my parents were murdered. I use to live in Gotham so it’s not that surprising, but as I got older Bruce and I grew distant I guess. I tried to keep in contact with him, tried to visit him, but the longer he stayed in Gotham the less our contact grew. When I got older Howard found me, took me in, and tried to teach me everything he knew. He didn’t have an heir to his company. So he took me in. I had a big fight with Alfred about it before I left but in the end, I still left. I think I still hurt my brother and Alfred when I did that. When I was eighteen Howard died and I took over the company. Everything else became public,” Tony explained. Peter could tell that he was leaving a lot out, but that was okay, he didn’t have to tell him everything.

“Thanks for telling me Dad,” Peter hugged him.

“Thanks for listening bud. You’re not too angry I didn’t tell you?” Tony asked him.

“No, or at least I don’t think I am. I wish I would have known my uncle and my cousin’s before they showed up out of the blue, but nothing can change that,” Peter shrugged, going back to his hot chocolate.

“You are the absolute best kid I could have asked for. Want to hang out in the lab?” Tony asked, easily changing the subject.

“Absolutely! Can I-”

“No, you can not use the blowtorch”

“Damn!”

“Peter!”

“Sorry!” the spider mutant laughed, at seeing Tony’s face, which the man couldn’t hold for long as he delved into laughter.

It was around Dinner time when the rest of the residents soon discovered their five new house guests. Clint, Steve, and Natasha walked in on Tony sitting at a counter as an elderly man was cooking.

"Master Tony you really need to get a better kitchen. All of your fancy tools and this is the best you have," Alfred told him as he continued cooking.

"Sorry Alfred. Really wasn't one of the main things I was thinking about when designing this place," Tony said with a smile, happily eating his food. He almost forgot what Alfred's cooking was like.

Now for the three that wasn't the most confusing part. The confusing part was a boy with blue eyes and dark hair suddenly came down from the ceiling.

"Hey, Alfie when are we supposed to go back to Gotham? I know you said that you would figure it out but," the boy trailed off, as another boy walked in heading for the coffee machine.

"I can assure you Master Dick that we will spend some time here before heading back to the manor. Now will you please get off the roof! Master Tim touch that coffee maker and you can forget about coffee privileges for the week. I swear we leave Gotham once and it’s like you all act like wild animals," Alfred threatened.

By that time the rest, Bruce and Thor, were in the kitchen as well and were now looking at the group in confusion.

“It’s because they are animals,” a small boy of eleven rolled his eyes. Tony just couldn’t get over how much this kid really looked like Bruce.

“No one asked you demon brat,” Tim rolled his eyss.

"Um Tony," Clint asked, waiting till he got the other guy's attention. "Who are these people?”

All of the Avengers could see his eyes light up as he started to explain, "This is Alfred. He was the one who took care of and raised me as a child. These two boys are Dick and Tim. The small one over here is Damian. There's one more around here somewhere, his name is Jason and he has a white stripe in his hair. They’re my Nephew and new residents of our home," Tony spread his arms as he happily explained, a genuine smile on his face. He was not going to let any of them ruin this for him.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at Dick and asked him a question, " If I may. Why were you hanging on the ceiling and why are you staying with us and not your father." Dick was only able to shrug as Alfred, the lifesaver, butted in, "Now. Let's not talk about all of that doom and gloom right now. Master Tony show me the dining room so everyone can be fed."

One look from Tony and the man of iron knew he was in trouble. "No dining room. Honestly Master Tony you would think that I raised a rabid animal. We will have to fix that. In the meantime, Master Dick do go and fetch you Master Jason for me. Master Tim and Master Damian please place yourselves away from each other and eat your dinner without a confrontation,” Alfred ordered as he placed two plates in front of the boys. Looking at them Tony noticed instantly that the younger boy’s had no meat on his plate.

Dick gave Alfred a salute as he aced his landing and easily walked off toward the hallway to go and find his brother, preferably before he got them into trouble with Alfred.

<<< Part 1 || Part 3 >>>

#To Know Your Family #batman #dickgrayson #mcu #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #tony stark #peter parker #iron man #spiderman #crossover #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #red hood #red robin

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OH MY GOD i didnt know you had so much lore for pjsk gaku already !!!! this is so excited and yes please tell me more!! gimme an info dump id Love to read it, i adore your art and also your ideas !! they're all so cool and you're rlly cool ! -🦇

OKAY COOL FUN STARTING FROM THE TOP !!! We begin with Leo/need

General dynamics:

For the most part if there was a spectrum where Kaito is the most shy and Len is the most extroverted of the boys, Gakupo would be somewhere in the middle. He’s treated as a cool reliable upperclassman just like Meiko and Luka, the guy enjoys his alone time but doesn’t mind people being around every now and again. He’s often found being the accidental older brother of the twins, Rin and Luka especially like hanging out and talking with him even tho he doesn’t say anything a lot of the time lmao. Gakupo can play a bit of drums but not as well as Meiko, he tends to stick with playing bass and can play a bit of guitar.

GakuKai dynamic in Leo/need makes me wanna rip out my organs. Kaito is so shy and reserved and Gakupo is sorta the same way but he tries his best to spend time with him without intruding BUT THE TRUTH IS BOTH DONT MIND SPENDING TIME TOGETHER. They’re inadvertently distant despite all their attempts to close the gap, they’re just not strongly willed enough to jump across that gap and make progress, it feels like everyone (VS and human charas) know already that they’re crushing on each other EXCEPT THEM. They’re IDIOTS and it’s shown especially in the 4koma I made for Kaito’s anni, whenever any progress is about to be made, one of them immediately peddles out and the other yearns so hard RAHHGGG. Both of their biggest fears is accidentally going too far and crossing a line, Gakupo is scared of accidentally making Kaito uncomfortable and Kaito doesn’t wanna seem like he relies too much on Gakupo for every little thing. They make me want to rip my hair

As for the human charas there’s not really one he’s closest with, but he’s taken a liking to Saki and Ichika. Tho ofc he can only help Ichika when it comes to instruments, with Saki he just watches her play things for him and he dictates what parts need work and what sounds good, however he taught Saki how to read music sheets so there’s that ig. Honami and Shiho appreciate his easygoing manner, he’s sorta blunt with his criticism but he means well in the end

#tagged post #asks !!#on anon #I’m like an npc I need to be prompted to talk about the binky #I feel like Leo/need is the one I’ve worked on the least I think

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funniest and saddest thing in akis arc is right after aki meets kishibe after returning from hokaido and kishibe is like man living with them has to be a handful WHICH IS COMPLETELY TRUE we just followed a whole chapter of denji and power being utterly insufferable. like the absolute worst most exhausting duo of feral kids who aki cannot leave unsupervised for 5 seconds before they start eating week-old funerary offerings because as chaotic as they are individually as a duo they literally become 5 year olds who chop off limbs for fun. and akis like reluctantly WELL yeah theyre awful but like, theyve done so much progress, power no longer flings veggies across the room and very occasionally once in a blue moon denji actually pays attention to what i say. its so fucking funny kishibe is like "man youre a saint theyre exhausting. i mean i like them but boy are they tiring." and instead of bitching about it and agreeing aki fucking DEFENDS them. like "they dont shit over the furniture anymore, thats big progress, im proud of them." the bar is so low but listen theyre doing their best.

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and then its followed by the immediate gobsmacking bitchslap of aki asking kishibe if he can abandon his life-long dream by withdrawing the trio from the gun devil expedition. his sole goal in life for years, it is so close, and he knows he has so little time left at all, and he gives it all up there and then. right after his trip with power and denji, the one they bullied him to join in. right after having to scold them and rein them in for two days straight like toddlers. less than a month after being confronted with the possibility of a world where neither of them are alive, and realizing that he cannot bear that possibility. it doesnt matter that he would be able to die finally fulfilling his dream of destroying the gun devil, of avenging all his losses, of going in peace. the idea of denji and power dying there, or being left with nothing when hes gone... its enough for him to give it all up. he's willing to spend whatever time is left seeing them fuck up his apartment and squabbling and just.... living, free of fear or danger. his sole goal now is to die with the certainty that they will both have a long and happy existence, that he'll have protected them and fulfilled his role as an older brother. he is fine with dying still! he has accepted it as long as theyre ok. he saw these two gremlins who were supposed to be everything he hated, he grudgingly himself take care of them bc he was asked to, grew used to them being in his life. and then he grew to love them, to love how much denji enjoyed his cooking, to love how power played with her cat, to enjoy their squabbling and appreciate the efforts they did make. these two feral strays with no manners grew to trust and rely on him, they started sharing the chores (with much complaining) and allowed themselves to be vulnerable with him, they clung to him when he wanted to leave for hokkaido. and aki fucking gives up on revenge! he gives up on fighting! he will not live for much longer, but he wont spend his remaining time on taking down the creature that has haunted his life. because he isnt alone now, he has a family hes grown to love and who loves him. he will spend these last few weeks teaching denji to cook himself, making sure power learns healthy eating habits. he will sit at the table and share meals with them and savour every last moment. its the only thing he wishes for anymore, he has nothing else, and yet he has more than he ever thought possible.

he finally allowed himself to love, to give up on revenge, to be at peace. its fuckjng gutwrenching that makima took that away from him, that he died not only as what he hated, but burdened with the knowledge that it was too late and that his family would suffer. he was willing to give everything over and over again, spent his last minutes begging for a way for power and denji to be happy. for power to live, for denji to not be burdened with grief and guilt. he never blamed denji when the future devil told him about how aki would die, he inherently knew that it would not be of the boys own volition and that it would wreck him. mere minutes left, spent begging for power and denjis lives. he didnt even get to realize or fight back, he didnt get to say goodbye. he died a mockery of himself, turned into an instrument of pain against his family. he died as a shambling corpse whose instincts guided him home, only to unknowingly destroy that home. he died because from the very start, makima *intended* him to love power and denji and take care of them, she was building this edifice so that the collapse would be that much more devastating. he died because makima understood the power and pain of real relationships and love, and it was all in the goal of punishing denji for being chosen by pochita. it was all because she never had it herself, and wanted it so badly, and aki and power were merely dolls for her to get what she thought she deserved. its so fucking cruel and evil and it is so fucking tragic for everyone involved including her.

but man akis arc is not "a lesson in the futility of revenge" or a punishment for his early singlemindedness. he did realize these things. he had them in his hands. he was going to succeed, he was protecting his family until the end. it's just that makimas control was so absolute, her chains so strong, he never had a chance anyway. none of them ever did!

#eli talks #csm #csm spoilers

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bandana-fox · 1 year

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Goats adventures:

Lily seems to really like it when you talk to her. You talk and she approaches closer.

Hazel is curious about my phone camera. I take a picture and she comes closer.

Was sitting with them all day so they can get used to me. They are still a little nervous, but we are making progress! Lily approached me three times today, fast too just so she could sniff my boots.

Hazel's new favorite activity is sneaking up on me behind my back.

Hazel also approached me in an attempt to sniff my boot, but Lily called because she wanted Hazel in back into the house with her? They suddenly had a back and forth going on, Lily from the inside, Hazel from the outside.

Lily is eating like no tomorrow. She sure does like to eat. Just munch munch munch on everything. I was cleaning their area and she tried to test if the wheelbarrow is edible. Spoiler alert: It was not.

Hazel jumped into the wheelbarrow. Hazel had fun doing so apparently.

They both tried to push each other from the ramp today.

Hazel heard the voice of a stranger this morning and panicked, ran immediately towards Lily. Later this afternoon she heard the voice of a stranger and was curious instead.

They both appear to know their names already and are smart. There was an opening on the ground in the fence (my dad fixed it already) and obviously Hazel spotted its weakness and tried to went through. I saw it, calmly went "Hazel, no." and she looked towards me. Later, she attempted the same thing again, paused and looked towards me and I was like "yeah, I see you. Don't even think about it."

Lily also seems to know her name. Got startled by the sound of a car this morning, tried to go back into their lil' house. So I was like: "Lily, it's fine. There is no need to hide." She looked at me and jumped down from the ramp.

There were cats fighting and yelling this morning. Both goats looked like yo wtf.

Lily rolled onto her sides in a playfully manner a lot today

Sat on a stinging nettle with my knee. I couldn't move and had to endure it because Hazel was right behind me and I didn't want to risk startling her with any sudden moves.

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Issues with Enchanting

NOTE: I feel like I didn’t get across everything I wanted to here, especially in a clean organized manner, and I think I’ll rewrite this but I want to get it out now. Do expect a “Rewrite” of this post thats more organized, this was a bit of just my “flow” writing Don’t read this unless you really want to know some random dudes opinion on funny block games grindy magic. --------------------------------- So, I may complain about enchanting in the future but I want to make it known what my overall position is on the... enchantments political compass of sorts. Off the bat, do I think its... Grindy? Yes A fun concept? Yes Newer enchants show more of its potential? Yes XP is a good system? No Should be mandatory to bypass tedium? No Should be direct stat upgrades? Depends, but generally no Before we get into the issues with it, I’d like to point out that XP, Enchanting, and the end were all added in a rush in the miku era for the game to be a “finished” game for 1.0 release. An insane rush of Progression Shit, and besides the end being half-addressed in 1.9 (and I don’t think it should be addressed further until the rest of progression leading to it is fixed more) most of what that rush-for-content era has left us with is... unbalanced, wonky, grindy systems. There are some design decisions with enchanting that I think may be outdated. Notably, I feel that enchanting was originally just supposed to be a way to power up your tools even further, and to be a rare commodity, not necessarily something needed, as the games scale was overall smaller. I’ve also heard developers say that they didn’t like the idea of you having the same tool forever, and thats why the notorious “Too Expensive!” anvil repair limit exists. (I’ll get back to anvils later) So thats the basis - it was a system of upgrading your tools, challenging to get to do at all, and... well, I think “you shouldnt keep the same tools forever” is where it immediately falls apart due to item despawning being an issue in Minecraft, and that itself being a debate of itself But then that gets into whether minecraft should be challenging, whether despawning is actually a challenge or fair punishment - losing your items is in concept the same as no longer being able to repair your tool. Should minecraft be punishing like that? Depends on who you ask - that goes beyond the scope of this post. I’ll be moving forward with the attitude of... its too punishing right now, and that you shouldnt need to grind so hard to get back on your feet after losing your items. Remember 1.9? Added mending? I believe mending was supposed to be an ultra rare commodity - to defy what durability had been all about for years... having a tool be temporary, which I think is a respectable decision, and I personally believe temporary tools can be fine, especially in minecraft if we keep death as fairly punishing... the problem is how grindy it is to get tools back once you lose them, whether it be by death or breaking them - I’m fine that we can’t repair them forever... except we can... with mending. We defy the original purpose of “Too Expensive!” and the problem is that a rare-ass enchant is the only way to bypass it. Mending is meta, we all know this. Yet at the same time, theres no interesting, consistent way to obtain it that doesnt feel like cheesing the game or exploiting it. So, what are the Main Issues(TM) Before you even get to the enchants themselves, theres already a problem - XP. Most resources in minecraft have a fair way to casually obtain them and a way to autofarm them. XP doesn’t really have a way to consistently get it in bulk without it being either an autofarm or frustrating (or both!) XP scales so that its harder to get up one level the higher leveled you are, which is frankly just annoying. Granted, enchanting isnt as annoying as it originally was, sometimes costing 40 whole levels. Now it only costs 3, but those 3 levels from 27 to 30... are MASSIVE! if you do a max level enchant (which, why wouldnt you once you can, thats another problem) then... well, lets get onto the next issue RNG You sometimes don’t get what you want. Frankly, I think people blame mutually exclusive enchants like smite/sharpness or fortune/silk touch too much, instead of blaming getting an underleveled enchant, or just not getting an enchant at all. But we have grindstones now, you say! Rerolling is just more grind, I say If you were to enchant a diamond pickaxe and get Efficiency 3 Unbreaking 2, would you accept it? Maybe, but probably not if you care for maximum convenience. If you disenchant it, you dont really get a proper reroll. Theres no influencing what you get other than objectively just having more bookcases for better enchants. Who likes seeing “Fortune II” on their pickaxe? To me, whenever I’m not using Fortune 3 on an ore, I feel inefficient. Don’t get me started about “why would you ever enchant something that isnt diamond?” and feeling like you’re wasting levels. Anyways fortune leads into another problem

Enchanting is the only solution to many problems Now, minecraft is all a game about player choice, right? You can choose to go mining deep down or go to mountains for iron... player choice is something Mojang wants to focus on, yet enchanting is so obviously the Best Solution to a lot of problems, and so necessary in progression. Fortune objectively gives you more materials like iron, which is very useful. Silk touch is incredibly convenient, saving loads of smelting time. There are tons of enchants that are straight up stat upgrades - protection just straight up makes you safer! Sharpness is just more damage! Efficiency is faster! If you want to dig out a large area, and you’d like to do it a bit more efficiently... Well, tnt isnt very viable in survival, especially for collecting the resources, and for precision. Haste is locked behind beacons, and even then you still need enchants for haste to really work. Enchanting is just too good, and a lot of the stat upgrades are boring Finally, anvils I said I would get back to anvils, and... yeah, they’re a big issue too. “Too Expensive!” are nightmarish words to hear. It just feels like a punch in the gut, the way something gets more expensive the more you combine/repair it. Its annoying! I think anvils are a relic of when they wanted tools to be finite, but as the games scale has grown I think it would be fair to either allow us to repair our tools more, or better... what would ALSO solve death being so frustrating... streamline the process of getting a tool back, enchanted and all. Some of this could be solved by making enchants less necessary, or less leveled... or more consistent. Frankly, anything

#im still somewhat tired writing this #this is so unorganized god #mineblr #it was your choice to read this #minecraft #enchanting

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darlingtontoday · 28 days

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✨New✨ Arhi FF: Iss Darr Ko Kya Naam Doon

Summary:

Khushi is an internet famous 27 year old fashion designer from Lucknow. She has a chirpy and childish demeanor yet could not be more mature, brave and compassionate. She is the apple of her father's eye, loves Salman ji, cricket, keeping track of star signs and making jalebis is toh her therapy! She is desperate to expand her business outside the social media and start her own label in fashion. Willing to work hard, armed with her ever sharp wit and an optimistic twinkle in her eye, she is on a serious look out for a big-break opportunity to establish herself in the tough world of fashion business. And this could not happen in the most bizarre manner as she literally falls into it. Who knew ending up at the wrong place, at the wrong time would IN FACT turn out to be the opposite - right place, right time and right....person?

The fashion industry however is dominated by the King of Indian Fashion: Arnav Singh Raizada, popularly known for his bridal and ethnic wear. All of the who's and who of the fashion world in India looks up to the Raizada for its exquisite traditional indian wear. Everyone wants a "Raizada" wedding lehenga for their wedding or anything with the "Raizada" label on it. And now, as the brand gears up to expand globally, Arnav Singh Raizada aka ASR is now on a spree for assembling a team to get this transition right and is looking for someone that would make this re-positioning as a global venture a resounding success. But "life" does not stop happening because you have an obviously important international expansion to make, does it?

On his trip for a pivotal fashion show (among other things) to Lucknow, a woman practically hijacks his runway and unironically stumbles right into his arms! The design she is wearing comes to be the most celebrated look of the show. It is not a Raizada design but no one has figured it out. This irks him to no end for reasons he isn't able fully understand even though the event is a huge success. Arnav has a legacy of being the best in his business. And being the control freak that he his, he has to ensure that this Lucknowi designer does not get snatched up by his competitors who are always clawing at his throat to get ahead of him. He is known as the King of Indian Fashion for a reason after all!

Read on to find out what happens when Arnav drags Khushi to Delhi to work for him and these two crazies struggle to overcome some critical personal and creative differences while working together. Will this choice be the worst decision of their lives? Will it be the beginning of their doom or the start of something new?

Author’s Note:

Iss Darr Ko Kya Naam Doon is a combination of "fix-it" and "canon-based" fanfiction of an Indian TV show from 2011 called Iss Pyar Ko Kya Naam Doon which is about lead protagonists Khushi played by Sanaya Irani and Arnav played by Barun Sobti.

It is an old-fashioned romance style in a progressive setting. The story takes place in 2023 of Lucknow and Delhi. The language used here is a mixture of English and Roman English. The essence of all the charachters remains same except for a few changes made to make them more progressive and relatable. Khushi and Payal are educated and modern individuals who were brought up in a traditional middle-class environment. Nani belongs to an old Rajasthani royalty that no longer exists and Arnav has immediate paternal roots in an old Nawaabi family from Lucknow. Arnav and Khushi's encounters will be less toxic and more filled with fun near hostilic yet healthy romantic tension as compared to the show and Shyam's charachter will not be a villian. Basically my vision is to retain all the essential canon events from the show and adding more compelling and favourable twists & turns to the story. Sort of like a remake but make it way less toxic, way more wholesome, way more sexy/romantic, more progressive and a more nuanced charachter growth. Bit of a 2.0 version of the original show, in some ways.

Anyone who hasn't watched the show won't have any problem following the plot/significance of the canon events and will be bound to fall in love with the crazy enemies to lovers chemistry that us fans of the show know and LOVE about Arnav and Khushi's romance. Hope yall have as good a time reading it as I know I will have writing it. Enjoy:)

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Trigger Warning: (Light-Medium Level)

Childhood Trauma | Suicide | Depression

The Vibe is:

Immersive | Dramatic | Wholesome | Romantic Tension | Office Drama/Romance

Disclaimer: This is a fan fiction, meaning that all events and occurrences in this book are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

I do not own the charachters Khushi Kumari Gupta, Arnav Singh Raizada or any of the related characters. The Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon series was produced by Gul Khan and is owned by 4 Lions Production. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original story belongs to 4 Lions.

The story however is mine. All Rights Reserved. Please do not steal my work or copy it. If you use any of my content for your own work, please credit me. I did not work hard on coming up with a storyline and taking my time to write my thoughts out in order for someone else to take credit for it. Please be respectful of me and my work. Thank you very much.

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fr3sh-tragedies · 8 months

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Possessive?

[Mean Girls 2004] Janis Ian x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.45k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Mentions of feeling possessive, language (?), implications of feeling like a burden.

[A/N]: This is based off of the movie from 2004, not the musical, but I changed a few things to help it better fit today: the characters have modern cellphones and use social media such as TikTok and Instagram.

Enjoy!

Janis was well aware of how her mannerisms could come across to others who didn’t understand her. She knew that sometimes, even if she tried her hardest to prove otherwise, she came across as overprotective and possessive of her loved ones. When she had been friends with Regina back in middle school, things started to spiral. Regina soon started dating, only a few months shy of moving up into her first year of high school, and started to ignore Janis more and more, especially once things were official with her very first boyfriend. Janis, who had grown accustomed to spending every day with Regina, would text and call her relentlessly. The two of them would make plans, only for the blonde to cancel last minute without letting her know, essentially ghosting her each time.

After this happened a few times, Janis grew apart from the others and left the school for the rest of the year, cutting ties with Regina. When she returned to start her Freshman year of high school, she had a whole new style. Finding comfort in her new gothic aesthetic, she finally began to express herself the way she wanted, long forgetting about the bright shades of pink Regina would force her to wear in middle school. Because of this sudden change, Regina made it known she didn’t approve by convincing others to poke fun at her, progressively growing more aggressive with her bullying. After all, how would it look if she was still friends with the "weird punk girl?"

Soon after she started to become an outcast, Janis distanced herself from others, all except Damian and her fellow art lovers. She found solace in the company of her friends. She sat with them at lunch, chatting away about art projects and contests coming up in town. It was hard for her to connect with others outside of her circle, too worried there would be another repeat of what happened with the one girl she thought would be her best friend for life.

A student transferred into the school one day, however, and immediately caught Janis’s eye. She was introduced to the class, gleefully waving to everyone as she spoke her name, and was guided to sit beside the goth at the back of the classroom. Right away, Janis grew obsessed with her. From the moment they first spoke, [Y/N] was always on her mind. She was dressed similarly to Regina, although she never wore pink. Instead, she wore muted shades of yellow, green, and blue. Her style was comforting in comparison to the eyesore the Plastics wore everyday.

Even with her brighter clothes and nature, [Y/N] seemed to have more in common with Janis than either of them would’ve thought. Both were openly vocal about their opinions, not necessarily caring about anyone else’s views, albeit [Y/N] tended to take on a more open-minded approach. The two of them could also frequently be heard coming back at someone with a clever, snarky remark when insulted or teased. What drew Janis to her most, however, was her love for art. She was silently grateful that the two of them shared the same art class. Eagerly, they’d babble away about what either of them were working on. For each group project, Janis would ask if she could work with [Y/N] instead of whoever she was already paired with, to which the teacher would reluctantly agree.

Rather shortly after their first meeting together, Janis invited [Y/N] to her table, not entirely surprised to see that she got along with everyone immediately upon sitting down. Damian noticed Janis’s interest in her instantly, and once again, Janis wasn’t surprised when he started to taunt her relentlessly for it. He’d even begun to message her back and forth. Here and there, when the texts would grow too frequent too shortly, she’d block him for an hour or two before unblocking him to message him back and ask if he wanted to hang out.

One day, while mindlessly swirling her spoon around in her half full pudding cup as she curled up on the couch, Janis sheepishly admitted that he was right about her feelings for the newcomer to their group. Damian cheered triumphantly and bragged about how he knew it the whole time, laughing when he received a playful elbow jab to the arm or gut. Eventually, he set the teasing aside and asked her if she planned on confessing to her and asking her out. She shrugged, expressing her worry that [Y/N] wasn’t into girls or that she would laugh at her for taking an interest in her. Damian stared at her for a moment as if she were crazy.

“Uh, hello? Janis, are you insane? Have you not heard the way she talks about women? There’s no way in hell she isn’t as gay as you.” Janis rolled her eyes at his words, but reflected on them regardless, wondering to herself if she might have a chance with her. “Well, yeah, maybe. But what if she does say yes to dating, and then Regina or someone else finds out and makes fun of her for it? I don’t want her to deal with all of that shit. For fuck's sake, she just joined the school.” Damian shrugged. “Hey, she seems to be pretty tough. Like you.”

After a few weeks of planning, cowering, and chickening out of her plans, Janis finally managed to invite [Y/N] to her house when her parents were away for the night. The two of them watched a few movies while snacking on junk food, gossiped for a bit, and then bundled up under blankets as the mood shifted. Janis had turned in her spot on the sofa to gaze over at [Y/N], her eyelids lowered as she got lost in thought. [Y/N] noticed Janis’s staring after a while and questioned her about it, worried she had something on her face as she subconsciously swiped at her mouth. Janis chuckled at her motion and shook her head.

“No, nothing’s on your face. I just…” She sucked in a breath, unsure of how to carry out her confession. Her mind wandered back to a few hours prior when she had been talking to Damian about what she should say. She sighed, her teeth catching her bottom lip for a moment before she finally looked back up at the girl seated in front of her, who was now gazing at her with curiosity.

It took several tries, but Janis was eventually able to tell her about her feelings. There was an overwhelming wave of relief that washed over her upon learning that [Y/N] was interested in women. Uncharacteristically, the goth fell silent, too shy to ask the question burning on her tongue. Her eyes dropped down to focus on her nails picking at one another as she tried her best to steel her nerves. Finally, after swallowing the lump she hadn’t even realized formed in her throat, she managed to squeak her question out.

“Would you wanna go out with me?”

She freaked out after a soft giggle came as her reply. Her head lowered, allowing her to hide her disappointment-filled eyes behind her fringe. “Sorry,” [Y/N] murmured, gently grasping Janis’s shoulder. “I’m not laughing at you, I promise. Not about your confession anyway. I’ve just never seen you this shy before. It’s nice seeing this side of you.”

Janis sighed softly in relief at her words, smiling and finally lifting her head back up. “So, is that a yes?” [Y/N] grinned, shifted over on the couch cushion, and placed a small peck to the ravenette’s cheek. “Of course it’s a yes, you dork. How could I say no?”

After talking about a few boundaries after they started dating, Janis began to proudly show her girlfriend off, sneering at anyone who would glance at her wrong. And just as if it were clockwork, Janis was once again starting to come across as possessive. [Y/N] would record a small video or take a quick selfie to post to her Instagram or TikTok, and Janis would always be seen in the frame in one way or another. She’d do whatever she could come up with, wanting to set a reminder that [Y/N] was hers.

When taking a picture in bed to send to a friend on Snapchat or through chat, Janis was touching her in some way, whether it be an arm draped casually around her waist, stroking her hair, or just laying directly on top of her. When taking a mirror selfie, she’d stand behind her and hug her from behind, or casually be doing something in the reflection, such as untying and retying her boots or pretending to check something on her phone. She wanted it to be known that [Y/N] was taken. When they had to go their separate ways for a bit, she'd not-so-casually drape one of her trademark army jackets over [Y/N]'s shoulders, kiss her on the cheek, and tell her she'd see her in a bit. Then, when she was in classes without her, Janis would start sketching [Y/N] from memory. She'd come back to them later when [Y/N] was in front of her to clean the illustrations up.

She wasn’t overbearing with her tendencies, however. Not once did she have a problem with [Y/N] going out on her own or wearing something that showed off her body. On the contrary, she encouraged her to wear what she was comfortable with and be independent out in public. After all, she wasn’t going to be able to stay with her every second of every day, even if she wished she could. She’d compliment her on each of her outfits and even make suggestions that would help her feel more confident, such as framing certain parts of her body.

And after what happened with Regina a few years prior, she made sure not to overwhelm [Y/N] with calls and texts where she was constantly questioning her about where she was at all times. There were times when she would call back-to-back, but those instances only happened when she grew worried. Janis would ask her to let her know when she made it home safely, but if she never received that text, she would start calling to make sure she was okay.

The only time she would make it clear that she was going to go with [Y/N], no matter where she was going, was when she knew Regina or someone close to Regina would be there. The last thing she wanted was [Y/N] being cornered and made fun of without her there to stand in. She knew [Y/N] was fine on her own and that she could defend herself just fine, but she also knew Regina–she knew how brutal and manipulative she could be. She didn’t want [Y/N] to suffer with the same kind of bullying she already had to deal with herself.

During arguments with other students, including Karen and Gretchen, Janis usually blew them off with a quick, witty remark and walked away, not wanting to deal with the headache they would cause if she gave in. Whenever she saw [Y/N] being picked on, however, she would lose her cool. Insults and sarcastic comments would spill from her lips with a terrifying accuracy, never afraid to cause a scene if it meant the person picking the fight would leave [Y/N] alone. More often than not, a teacher, staff member, or even [Y/N] herself would have to pull Janis away and help her calm down. Not even Damian had ever seen her grow so aggressive towards someone–even when Regina was involved.

On more than one instance, Damian truly thought Janis was about to get into a fistfight with whoever she was arguing with.

Even when the two of them were alone, whether it be at [Y/N] or Janis’s house, the goth would get defensive over her. There had been a time towards the end of the first semester when a new dance was growing popular on TikTok, and [Y/N] hopped on the trend almost immediately. It wasn’t necessarily suggestive, but it certainly wasn’t modest either. To add onto the tone of the song, [Y/N] put on a bit of a revealing outfit to fit in with the other dancers.

She had set her phone up in the den of Janis’s home, having been there for the past couple of days to keep her company while her parents were away on a vacation that Janis didn’t want to have any part of. As the countdown timer for the video went off, Janis happened to peek over from the doorway leading into the kitchen, wondering what was going on. As soon as the dance started, that familiar feeling took over her senses. A couple of seconds in, she leaned against the doorway, watching as [Y/N] cussed to herself under her breath, stepped forward, crouched down, picked her phone up, and stopped the recording.

As she started the video over and repositioned it and herself to try again, Janis silently stepped forward into the frame. When [Y/N] shifted to let her hips move back a bit for a move, the ravenette--now standing directly behind her--moved closer and slipped her arms around the shorter girl’s waist. She tugged her firmly against her own torso and gently dropped her chin onto [Y/N]’s shoulder, glaring at the camera and lifting her hand to flip it off.

She knew Regina was likely going to watch the video if it were to be posted, so she wanted to send a “friendly” reminder that [Y/N] is off limits and she has someone with her to help her fight off any teasing she may throw her way. In the back of her mind, she knew Regina would comment on how controlling and possessive she was coming across as–a repeat of their final year in middle school–but she didn’t care at that point. It would crush her if she knew someone was making fun of her girlfriend when she could easily prevent it. Or, at the very least, lessen how aggressive it was.

[Y/N] smiled and chuckled at her actions, letting the pad of her thumb glide across Janis’s arm as she leaned back to kiss her softly on the cheek. “Hun, it’s fine. I’m yours, okay? You know that.” Hesitantly, Janis let go of her and stepped back, allowing her to stop the recording again. She typed something into the caption, then started the video over, asking Janis to let her finish the dance. Janis agreed and stood back a bit further.

She watched as [Y/N] carried out the entirety of the dance. At the end, there were still a few seconds left where the song played freely. [Y/N] improvised a few moves as she chuckled, pulling Janis towards her at the end and letting her wrap her arms around her again. She pressed another kiss to the girl’s cheek and slid forward in an attempt to end the recording. Janis caught her, however, by carefully gripping her hips and tugging them back against her own. She pressed a kiss to [Y/N]’s shoulder with a small smile before finally letting her go.

She watched with a content grin as [Y/N] picked up her phone and twirled around to face her, smiling ear to ear as she bounced over to stand in front of her again. She tapped a few buttons on her phone before pulling the ravenette into a hug. “I honestly didn’t think I was gonna be able to figure out how to do the whole dance in one go,” she murmured as she leaned back, smirking at the feeling of Janis’s arms resting around her waist.

With a quick motion, she slipped from the goth’s embrace long enough to grab ahold of her hand and tug her towards the couch. As she did so, she snatched the remote from the coffee table and plopped herself down on the middle cushion. Janis followed suit, sitting down closer to the armrest. She watched as [Y/N] clicked the TV on and scrolled to YouTube to browse through the random videos suggested to her, asking which one they should watch first. Janis shrugged and hummed. “Whatever sounds good to you.”

After a moment or two, [Y/N] managed to settle on a video and turned it on. Before she could get comfortable, her phone began to ding and buzz repeatedly, prompting her to glance down at the several notifications popping up on her lockscreen.

She looked over at Janis, who had clearly noticed the sudden attention, and beamed at her. “It’s just people on TikTok talking about the dance. Nothing bad.” She held up her phone to reveal the likes and comments rolling in on the videos she had just posted. Surprised, Janis’s eyebrows raised as she scanned the screen. “You posted it? I figured you would’ve waited until you didn’t have to worry about me ruining it.”

“What? Why would you ruin it?” Janis shrugged and averted her gaze, glancing between the carpeted floor and the TV screen. Her arm lifted far enough for her chipped, painted nails to scratch anxiously at the back of her neck. “Ah, I don’t know. I guess I’m just worried I’m too much sometimes. I don’t want you to think I’m, like, obsessed or something. I mean, I am, but not in some kind of controlling way, y’know? At least, that’s not how I’m trying to have it come across.” She murmured on a bit longer, trailing off and sighing when [Y/N] laughed softly at her rambling. “Sorry,” she whispered much softer.

“No, no, don’t apologize. I think it’s cute when you ramble like that. And don’t worry, it’s not coming across like that at all. Not to me, anyway. In fact, I actually find it kind of attractive when you get all protective over me.” Janis’s head perked up at her words. “Really?” “Yep.”

She smiled, her tense features softening as she nodded. “I’m glad.”

She glanced back at the TV for a second before shuffling forward, sliding behind [Y/N] to hold her and let her lean into her chest. Softly, she let her head plant itself against the girl’s shoulder, hiding the lower half of her face. She peeked out from behind [Y/N]’s hair and watched her tap away randomly at different posts she scrolled past, liking and saving a few here and there. After a moment, Janis let her hand slide up [Y/N]’s torso and down her arm to link their hands together. She squeezed her hand gently.

Too shy to ask right out, Janis leaned her head to the side to nudge [Y/N]’s neck. “You, uh,” she started. “You don’t think I’m too much, do you?” Although she couldn’t see it, a wide smile cracked across [Y/N]’s lips. She clicked back onto TikTok and onto her profile, pulling up her recent video and angling it to let Janis see it from her position and read the caption.

Janis grinned upon seeing her girlfriend’s dance on the screen, humming and nodding once it was finished. [Y/N] swiped to the next video she had posted. Janis then watched the second video, cringing a bit at her own actions being played back to her, but glancing down at the caption that caught her eye.

My knight in shining armor shielding me from all the creeps.🤺❤️

She chuckled softly and swatted teasingly at [Y/N]’s arm. “You dork. You know how corny that sounds?” [Y/N] laughed with her and nodded. “Yeah, I know. That’s the point. You know I love a good cliche.” They smiled at each other, slowly leaning in to share a small, chaste kiss. [Y/N] leaned further into Janis’s touch. She sighed at the feeling of the strong, warm arms around her waist, focusing on the comfort for a moment before speaking again to finally answer the question she had been asked.

Her free hand slid down after dropping her phone, allowing her to cup the side of Janis’s face that wasn’t pressed against her neck. The tips of her fingers gingerly fiddled with the tips of her fringe that tickled her skin, brushing them away enough to let her stroke the soft skin on the ravenette’s cheek. At the feathery feeling, Janis’s eyes fluttered shut. She sighed silently and opened her eyes again when she heard [Y/N] speaking.

“But no, I don’t ever think you’re too much.”

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handelplayssims · 11 months

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Another day in the Stuart-Waddell household. Roxana is thirsty so let’s have a fruit salad and a Plasma Jane. Omar...wants to have a child so, uh, let’s work on his aspiration shall we? We still need parenting level 10 with him! Hmm. Both the drink and the food didn’t help much. Let’s try another plasma salad then. Ah, Roxana is also insatiably thirsty as well. Fuuuuuuun! Also I actually thought for Roxana to make some food. Because the kids are going to be hungry and I don’t think they can eat the plasma salad yet.

The kids are back from school! And Emile and Selena are sleepy as all get out! ...huh. Harrison got the health food nut lifestyle from all of those plasma salads he ate. That’s fun! Let’s see. One of Omar’s marks on his aspiration is to have a kid with three good traits. Harrison is super close to that! He just needs his manners bumped up a bit. Easily done by cleaning up around the house! Annnd Roxana and Omar are thirsty again. Weeelp. More drinks.

The kids are finally awake! It’s time to do the thing I wanted to do! Volunteer time! All of this household is of to pick up trash at a beach! Though I was thinking park instead. Harrison is back and is sad from refusing customer service to someone who seemed pleasant. Alas, time to change out of your work clothes and cry in the closet. Hmm. Now then. I could either go explore the nightlife and make a new friend with Harrison, or I could have Roxana go and actually make progress towards her aspiration. ...putting it like that, I know which one I want to go for then. We’re going to head off to the park and have Roxana bring along one person! And I know whom to bring… we’re going to bring Brad! That dude what with the Wallace household met with! Time to bring a Brad into the eternal nightlife! ...except I can’t seem to be be able to turn him into a vampire. Since we aren’t immediately at his throat in another way, aka being a werewolf, that must mean he’s a spellcaster! DANG. Welp, it’s 3AM and I want to actually be at home by 5AM for once. Gardening resets at around that time!

Annd Emilie and Selena have the exact same needs dance that they need to perform. Low hunger, low bladder, low fun. Fun! Oh you know what’s an excellent time to get massive servings of food going? When it’s a vampire family that needs plasma fruit salad! And at 8AM, it’s time for the kids to go to school, Omar to go to work alone, and for me to finally check in on -

Neighborhood Watch!

Joanne Zapata in the Zapata household has died. Joanne was victim to a vicious chicken attack.

Keala Hoaplili in the Hoapili household retired from her job as a Freelance Artist in the Freelance Artist career.

Ariana McAdams in the McAdams household left her job as an Uncredited Extra in the Actress career.

Also I popped into CAS and found out what Brad is. ALIEN! Should have expected honestly. Aliens tend to roam the neighborhoods! Now then! We’re going to continue onwards with this day. Roxana’s alone at home and she could in theory go and continue talking to other vampires and such, but, it’s been awhile since she actually worked. Roxana has the freelance writer career, which I think feels fitting for a vampire that has to keep a low-profile. Though she had the career before I even played with her in the first place! Most of the jobs still involve writing books, which kind of makes one feel like...I could just write books of my own instead of these jobs that other people take credit for. Which ah well, just a matter of the reliability of the Sims world writers to find publishers and make steady money not matching reality.

Our gig is to write a biography and it’s due 9AM on Thursday! Time to start up by chatting with the client. Ohp, she’s thirsty and needs that blood! ...and I forgot about the fact she’s a guilty drinker by the time I invited Brad over for a hangout and bloodfest! Ah well. We’ll eat some salad and drink some drinks. ...and I decided to purchase bat form for Roxanna. Mostly because the stairs in this house are annoying enough that I glanced at the walk from basement computer to the fridge and was like, “we need a transportation, pronto.” Oh and all three kids had pop ups for Love Day at school and all three passed with flying colors. Huzzah and hooray for delightful love days! So lets now get to work on our biographies while she waits for Omar to come home.

Kids are back! Harrison is enraged! For he is that moody teen! OH JESUS! Harrison is just going to have a nom on a passerby! Ah. Got routed out of it thanks to the person being on a bike. Welp. Still, I like the idea of him drinking uncontrollably from someone so I’m just going to let him linger on the streets. Annnd someone’s going to talk to him! Excellent, let’s drink them dry! Well, after glancing over at the girls, seems it didn’t take. Time to eat fruit salad then! Annnnd, it’s one hour until work already! Let’s go and try to finish off another fruit salad real quick before heading off. ...man he’s not going to have much time for Love Day at all! Oh hey! Roxana managed to finish off a masterpiece of a biography and send it off for publishing...or fix up family trees or some such? Well someone has to do it, I suppose.

Anyway, Omar’s off work and he is THIRSTY. I was going to see if he was going to drink from someone randomly, but no. He’s just pulling out the stored blood that he has. Anyway, with that done, we’re going to do the big thing for Love Day! Send Roxana and Omar off on a date! It has to be somewhere with drinks! I think we’ll head for the Lounge. Classy vampires aim to stay classy. And it was a sweet date, the two just having an intimate moment with each other in the corner...and then they began drinking. A lot of drinking. So many plasma janes. Not even talking to other people, just drinking. And thus did the two gain comfortably compatible lifestyles and Roxana got the deeply in love sentiment. Nice job you two! It was 1AM so I lingered just a little bit longer before sending the two home. And thus did Love Day end with Roxana and Omar having a fantastic day and an eh one for Harrison, Emille and Selena. Omar headed home but I decided that Roxanna should have at least one more drink before she goes home.

Aye! It’s one of the people I was going to turn into a vampire! I asked her to linger a bit longer as I was going to make a proposition she couldn’t refuse…

It’s time for the mutual partaking of blood. It’s time...to become a vampire! Anyway, I’m going to have her join our household, in this inbetween time before she turns fully. It also ensures that she’ll not immediately die for awhile yet. I don’t trust neighborhood stories as far as I can throw it so let’s ensure death doesn’t come immediately for the newly turned.

...oh fun! Her aspiration is to be a public enemy! She also has no skills and now, no job, since she was a pre-made producer/director on the acting lot. ...I’m going to give her some base logic and charisma, since I think a director would at least have that going for them. Anyway, now Roxana can...get another drink because she’s moderately thirsty again. MAN.

I also had a sudden realization of who the violinist is. IT’S THE BOY WHO WEARS A BAG ON HIS HEAD! He’s cute underneath it! Also, GO TO BED JEB, IT’S LATE AT NIGHT AND YOU GOT SCHOOL! Unfortunately, Tamara needs to be disliked by two sims for her aspiration and he annoyed her with his bad music. Time to become disliked! And I frantically queue up mean interactions with Jeb before he heads off to school. Annnd, disliked! Good for Tamara! Well now it’s time for Tamara to find some breakfast. To the diner restaurant for some food! And finally, at 11AM, we return home and finish this post off with

Neighborhood Watch!

Prisha Kumar in the Kumar household left her job as a Culture Columnist in the Style Influencer career.

Alyssa Cruz in the Cruz household has died. Alyssa got a little too angry and exploded.

I knew it. I KNEW that the one I didn’t want to die would die. I KNOW YOUR GAME GRIM!

#sims 4 #stuart-waddell #roxanna stuart #omar waddell #emilie stuart #selena stuart #harrison stuart #tamara farrar

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