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Donut Co. Rough And Rumble Pirate Playset

Merry Christmas!! We are (kinda?) back and here with one of the absolute hardest thing we have done yet. Autumn spent over a month perfecting this pirate ship and we are SO excited to get to share it with you! Hopefully soon we will be back with more, but in the meantime - Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and we hope you have a wonderful New Year! <3 ------------------------ 1 Swatch - Dollhouse -BGC New mesh - All Shadows and LODS. All of our CC can be found by typing " Donut " into the search bar! Infants that can sit up can play with it, toddlers and kids can play too!

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macaroonff · 2 months

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This Autumn, - Shin Ryujin

Genre: Roommates x lovers, College +Domestic Au, Autumn feels Pairing: Shin Ryujin x fem! Reader ↪Content warnings: Mentions of a dysfunctional families, slight angst, mentions of homophobia, mention of insecurities Word Count: 7k+ words Suggested Songs: We found Love in October- Girl In Red I wanna be your girlfriend- Girl in Red Bubble gum- Clairo Duvet- Bôa October Passed Me By- Girl in Red Girls-Girl in Red Softly- Clairo You know where this playlist is heading- feel free to recommend more ↪not proofread

Sometimes fall meant that the clarity of summer had ended, and that the dryness wasn't accompanied by sweat, but by the heaviness of hoodies and the bareness of barks. A bore compared to the freedom and excitement that summer offered; a dispirited time when you look back to the last three months.

Of course autumn wasn't all bad. The colours took on a warmer palette as the trees bore themselves devoid of its warmth: warmth which could be found in campfires and cosy sheets; in people's hugs and weighted blankets; in hot lattes, crunchy leaves and early sunsets.

But when assignments piled up from the start of the season, finding opportunities to revel in such warmth seemed unsuccessful. You hurriedly tried composing yourself from last month's activities: internships, staycations and pool parties, returning from a whirlwind of adrenaline. It was exhausting, and you were burnt out before the semester even started.

But a student you were; a decent one you tried to be, as you file your assignments, albeit slowly due to sleep deprivation. The first week of autumn went by with professors dumping assignments immediately as you try to ease the pace at which you deal with it. Clearly, autumn had you drained from day one.

Autumn hated you more than you hated it.

Autumn, two weeks in wasn't too bad. You took time to catch up on deadlines, you made plans with friends, went on walks and you got especially close to your new roommate. Her name was Ryujin, a dark haired divinity with prominent features that meshed gently. Someone who never forgot to get you your daily dose of iced latte and her favourite mocha bread from the café opposite your dorm.

It started when she came back from her evening lectures on a Thursday, holding one mug in her hand, a woolly scarf tucked into her shirt. She came in to see you with hands knitted in your hair, frustrated at the work you had, feet bobbing in concentration.

A small 'hi' was all that you returned when you noticed her presence.

"Another stressful assignment?," she asks, concerned. Her low timbre is soothing and takes you out of your sums for a brief moment, a sigh escaping your chapped lips.

"It’s calculus." You make eye contact for the first time since she entered, a polite smile greeting her, though the frown almost tilted the other way.

She waved her hands in a light motion acknowledging your concern, the room key in her palm dangling in it to make a soft clack.

"Understandable, it's a real headache, especially since you're in Mr Lee’s course. Anything I could help you with?"

"I just need a break," you reply dejectedly, hoping to get away from your monotonous, monstrous tasks.

"Wanna watch a movie?" she asks, a soft grin hiding on her face. She watches your ears perk up and your eyes shine at the suggestion, to which a chuckle remains stuck in her throat.

"Why don't you choose something and I'll join you after I'm done freshening up." she hands you the remote before walking into her room, grabbing her white towel from the laundry rack.

You sit in silence and wallow in contemplation. Choosing a movie, should be easy.

Would a sappy rom-com distracting you from your lamentable, gapingly non-existent love life suffice? Or did you need another of those poorly directed and filmed action ones, which would, undoubtedly help you fix your sleep schedule. But then again, would Ryujin watch it? What’s a movie she’d like? Slice of life? Coming of age? Horror?

A change in the lighting of the room, and Ryujin’s tap on your shoulder was what eventually brought you out of your dilemma, and you take your vacant stare off of the blank tv screen towards your roommate instead.

The warm lights had blurred everything in the background in a way that it brought Ryujin’s face into focus, a soft glow emanating from her cheeks. Her hair was wet, the towel lazily wrapped around her supple hair, doing a measly job at keeping it from seeping into her t-shirt. Her oversized black t-shirt had patches of darker spots that clinged to her because of it, making you worried she might catch a cold. You rush to hand her a new towel, one that would actually help.

“Don’t catch a cold, not the best time of the year to fall sick.” you whisper.

She smiles in appreciation and holds your arm, accepting the fabric for you. "You're cold too y/n. It'd probably be best for us to grab some blankets."

After ten minutes of rummaging through your creaky cabinets and five minutes of popping corn, you were ready to distance yourself from your headaches, with new-found warmth in your newly washed duvets.

Snug and pressed against the cushions of the sofa, with your head on her shoulder. Snug as she pats your back until the television's whisper no longer has your attention and you find your heavy eyelids closing on their own.

Snug as you embrace sleep after months of running away from it.

Snug, however, wasn't what you felt when you woke up in the morning, blankets tangled between your legs, and an annoying ache in your ribs, due to the crushing weight of your favourite cushion.

Snugness was replaced by the bitterness of another new day, and your long forgotten assignments weighed heavier than they did before.

All of a sudden last night's peace was something you regretted. And you regret having been swayed by someone you considered an acquaintance.

If Shin Ryujin hadn’t offered, you'd never have taken a break. You'd never have given yourself the opportunity to be wasteful with time. You shouldn't have been tempted by the thought of a moment's freedom.

Freedom that remained a mirage. A mirage that showed you a time of comfort. Comfort that would last one evening until you'd have to revisit everything you ran away from.

What's the point in having comfort if it's given by someone you interact with for three hours a day? What was the point in comfort if it was momentary?

Shin Ryujin was a roommate you'd have for only two more months until her grandparent's apartment was done with renovations.

Shin Ryujin was temporary.

Autumn three weeks in, was no different. Except that your backlog had increased, your sleep schedule got worse and all that you cared about was getting over with your to-do lists. How you had energy to do everything one by one remained a mystery, but you soon realised that it wasn’t energy that drove you to finish work, but the fear of running out of it sooner or later. As if it wasn’t already obvious, you were on the brink of burnout.

Not that you hated burnout. For some reason being burnt out meant that you'd be forced to take time out for mental health sooner or later. You would be forced to slow down like you did last week.

Sitting down and finally looking back, last week felt like a distant memory so far away from your reality. It was a privilege you gave yourself, and it was so worth it, contrary to what you felt immediately. She was right, the movie did help, the movie did get you back into a safe space from your anxiety; and you never cared to thank her for it.

You’d do it today. Thanking her. You absolutely had to.

You spent the next ninety minutes planning the best way to return the favour. Essentially, you spent the next ninety minutes going back on all the little things Ryujin did for you. Which led to the realisation that her love language was a careful amalgamation of acts of service, quality time and physical touch.

“Maybe I’ll just bake mocha bread. I couldn’t go wrong with that,” you contemplate. You weren’t the best baker on earth, however you had enough experience to go ahead with it.

All you needed was milk, eggs, flour, yeast, sugar and coffee. Everything you had at home, really not much could go wrong.

Until it did. There was no way the universe would let you have anything good before your semester tests. Of course it had to sabotage you when you tried to do one thing with actual love behind it.

The microwave oven she brought in with her beeped once before a loud pop stopped you in your tracks. It was overheated, and nothing you did brought the irksome device back to life. No matter how many buttons you pushed vigorously, or hit the back of it tiresomely, the empty black box on the door showed no sign of the tiny numbers signalling time left.

Time left. You look at the Ikea clock hung on the wall. Ten minutes more for the bread to be baked until completion, and thirty minutes until she’d come back and discover this mess and the damage to her microwave.

And boy does she love that microwave.

Shin Ryujin knew something was wrong when she entered later at night, almost too late for you to be up right now, just a little before midnight, the smell of sweet coffee greeting her. She’d gone to visit the apartment her grandparents had bought for her, a half hour from here. She was so caught up in finalising the layout that she forgot to mention that she’d be late home. What’s worse was that she had got caught in heavy traffic, and her phone lost charge in the middle of dialling you.

And when she got up here, completely spent from the work, it took very little for her to be consumed by frustration. Not particularly because of you. None of it had to do with you. She knew that the tedious microwave was ancient and that her parents only gave it to her to get rid of it. She also knew that she should’ve told you about it sooner, before it actually became a problem. So no, in no way was this your fault.

She looked at your head buried under your arm on the dining table with a mitten on one hand and a post-it under your elbow. The post-it didn’t say much, just scribbled and crossed out words that all seemed to resemble different “I’m sorrys" and “microwaves". You had multiple other post-its crumpled nearby and she picked all of them up and carefully opened them one by one. Between the creases, one said, “I’m so sorry for the microwave Ryujin, ik you treasure it because your parents lent it to you. I just wanted to thank you for last week and I thought I’d bake your favourite but -” it stopped there at which point you must’ve crumpled it.

Ryujin let her sight wander across the baking utensils washed and stacked neatly on the drying rack and a box of half baked, burnt dough nearby. She smiles, both grateful and apologetic, an urge to caress your head settling in. She takes a closer look at you, trying to figure how she could deposit you to your bed.

She slowly lifts your head up, wiping excess dough from near your frowning mouth, and her eyes wander up, to your slightly fluttering eyelids facing the yellow lights. It was then under the warm lights that she noticed semi-dried tears under your lashes. Another surge of guilt ran through her, thinking of how worried you must’ve been.

In the cold kitchen, she lifts you off the chair as carefully as she can and gently drags you across the living room. It was when she’d propped you against the headboard that you stir awake.

Through half-lidded eyes, you take in whatever you can. Ryujin was holding on to your hand gasping slightly.

“Ryujin?” you whisper.

“Shit I didn’t mean to wake you up,” she looks at you a little surprised.

“I’m so sorry-” you mumble in desperation.

“Shh," she places a palm over your eyes, "don’t worry about it love. Go to bed, we’ll talk in the morning”

You aren’t convinced but you also realise that now isn’t the best time to talk. Ryujin’s eyebags seemed deeper in the warm light and you knew both of you needed a decent rest. It had been a hectic time for the two of you, and all you needed was sleep.

Ryujin still had the benevolence to pull the blanket over you and stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

It was the second time you fell asleep in her arms.

The following weekend you were on a shopping trip.

At a semi-large Ikea warehouse about forty minutes away from the campus. It was Ryujin's idea to come out here despite you convincing her to find a shop closer, but she insisted.

"Trust me, it'll be fun. We can look at furniture too."

Of course, she needed new furniture. It slowly dawns on you that you have very little time to spend with her in your home. Home.

You don't remember the last time you called your dorm a home. For all that you knew, it was a messy damp space that you couldn't wait to escape from, an absolute nightmare with it's cramped furniture. But it was cosy, something you couldn't deny now.

Maybe because you were with her. All her little habits that grew on you, her impeccable daily routine that had become a source of stability in your life, even her lesser known quirks such as keeping a picture of her two cats at home framed on her desk and kissing the before going to her classes in the morning.

You admired all of it, and it wouldn't have been the same if it were someone else. You never felt like this with your previous room mates. They were just people who lived in their own solitary spaces. But with Ryujin, somehow you were involved in most housework together. You felt involved, and somewhere more loved than in your own home.

Your family wasn't bad, at least on the surface. They never compromised when it came to your education or your standard of living. But somewhere between those lines were impossible expectations they wouldn't hold themselves to either. And you got tired of them easily. They hid toxicity behind "criticism", where criticism only meant negatives beyond your control. Your last year of high school, particularly faced extreme criticism, and you felt your confidence dipping. You managed though. You're not entirely sure how you coped, but with support from school, you managed a scholarship, a meagre one but still enough to get away from your family.

You hadn't seen them in three years.

Ryujin, on the other hand, had a lovely family, and you were, at times jealous of how perfect she seemed; how perfect everything around her seemed.

She seemed to have every aspect of her life in order. Whether it be top of the class majoring in Business, or being captain of the girl's football team, or the fact that she could spare three hours to stay with her paint brushes and that they would come out having the entire beauty of the universe encompassed in them. She could manage being both a homebody, while still being popular in school, she could be assertive when she needed to be without actually disturbing the fragile ego of most in her class.

She surpassed every definition of balance mentioned in the dictionary. She was living it, breathing it. Stability.

You admired her, a lot, but you couldn't stop this ridiculously miniscule base of malevolence in your heart. And every day you were scared it would become worse.

Especially now, when all she wanted was to spend precious time with you, constantly putting effort into your friendship whereas you were held back by bitter thoughts. And you hated yourself for it.

You force back your envy, distracting yourself by browsing through the shelves of cutlery displayed. You notice the absence of Ryujin's presence, and slowly find yourself lost in this maze of a shop. Maybe it was better that she wasn't in this aisle now, or else you wouldn't be able to face her with the guilt of having thought of her so poorly.

You find yourself interested in the array of pretty pink melamine plates stacked in front of you, in the stainless steel spoons with animal handles, and little napkin holders shaped like boats. You pick up different pans, weighing how heavy each is, looking to keep your brain unnecessarily busy. If you spend a second more comparing yourself with Ryujin, you knew you wouldn't be able to think of anything else for the entire day, or week.

You remember what your therapist told you, all the comfort and validation that you needed pouring in through words. You open up your notes, all the affirmations typed out one by one. You repeat them in your mind, with a new goal in sight.

You wouldn't let your insecurity ruin another good relationship. Especially not with Ryujin.

She emerges after some time, holding in her hand, a grey device, and a grin painted on her face. "I think this is the one. It's a cool toaster cum oven sort of thing, and it's cheap," she winks at you.

How was she so decisive? you think again. It had only taken her fifteen minutes. If it were you, you'd have taken forty minutes more.

"I trust your decision," you reply, giving her a soft smile. You notice her eyebrows raise a little. "You sure?," she asks. "You usually don't agree this fast. You have this terrible habit of sitting on decisions for ages." she rambles on.

You take a moment to process this. You knew it was true, and she probably didn't mean malice, but it was not something you'd accept easily.

Ryujin never had to think twice about what she wanted. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she always got it. Whereas every decision you seemed to make bore consequences you didn't want. And often, the times you didn't heavily weight them out was when things backfired. The last time being with the microwave oven.

It was the only way you knew to trust yourself.

So it irks you greatly when Ryujin calls it a "terrible habit". Because for you, it was a habit that gave you security. Certainty wasn't achievable, but you'd try as fucking close as you could get, and Shin Ryujin won't tell you otherwise.

She'd never understand how imperfect you were. She'd never understand the little complexities that hold you back. For the most part, she had life easy. What would she ever understand?

You ignore her comment, instead picking up a ceramic mug from the shelf, thumbing on the floral patterns glazed onto it.

Ryujin barely senses your predicament, instead grabbing onto the mug placed besides the one you hold onto. "These are pretty, it's like a cute matching set. We should get them," she winks.

The rest of the day follows with more furniture in your cart, and mostly unnecessary plushies plaguing your living room. New pillows, potted plants, wardrobe organisers, a work desk and the biggest Djungelskog bear lying near the couch.

It dawns on you the next morning, after waking up to the chaos, that she was shifting out in two weeks.

On the first of October.

All of a sudden she was busy, very busy, and the two of you barely met, with bigger gaps in your schedule. Part of it was because of Ryujin arranging her main furniture in her new house, and part of it was because you were busy with academics, only that it was voluntary this time. It just so happened that you needed a few more credits to retain your scholarship, the only thing weighing your new found freedom. Along with that, you busied yourself so that you didn't have to face Ryujin later at night.

You were scared. Other than the obvious rent that you'd have to pay by yourself, you also avoided other parts of this change that bothered you. Which was spending time with her. You were scared you'd miss her a bit too much.

Sure, you were friends who were only half an hour away, but now that her colourful room started fading into a bleak white, the emptiness of it reminded you of why you hated autumn. The fall orange left you feeling lonely, and like the very leaves that craved pigmentation, you craved more life. Regardless of the minimal time you spent with her in the evenings, she slowly integrated herself into your life in the smaller ways.

Now they weigh too much in your life for you to be able to cope without it. You ended up distancing yourself from her, in a pathetic attempt to cope with the anticipation of absence. Maybe you just needed more friends, the thought crossing your mind a lot more these days. But you had plenty of them at uni, most of who you loved. But none of them were Ryujin.

None of them cared for you as much as she did. None of them taught you how to care for yourself like she did. None of them held you in their arms throughout the night, until you felt rested and loved. Nobody inspired you as much as Ryujin did.

Maybe Ryujin wasn't just a friend, something you were scared to consider in the past few weeks. It was a feeling completely new. Other than a failed situation-ship in high school, you never considered the possibility of a relationship, much less exploring your sexuality.

It was an intimidating prospect that you hadn't considered. Something that initiated urgency more than curiosity. Unlike the diverse spectrum that your feelings for Shin Ryujin belonged to, your thoughts focused on just one. She was important in more ways than platonic, and the distance that was to be would be extremely difficult to cope with. The distance that you had created seemed silly, but at the same time there was nothing you could think to resolve the conflict. You were going against this wall you'd built for yourself, and the facade of distance only grew day by day. So much so that at one point, Ryujin stopped approaching you first.

In a way, you deserved it. For someone who had been so unreceptive to her life as a coping method, this is the least you deserved for being a little jerk. Why would someone pursue any relationship, even platonic if you'd put yourself back into the mega cage you thought you'd escaped from. Something you'd escaped from only temporarily in her presence. Something you're going back to by the next week when she's gone.

You suffer multiple sleepless nights, the mid terms only a catalyst to your loneliness, when all you remember is Ryujin and her quirks.

You do accept another roommate later on, a mutual contact in your friend group, someone who was introduced to you by Ryujin herself. She'd dropped in a small text at 8 in the morning, on the way to class, you'd assumed. All it did was talk about how a common friend, Yeji needed a room to stay.

You accepted it of course, because you didn't have to foot the entire month's bill but also because you thought having someone else would curb your loneliness. And this loneliness was stupid. Ryujin wasn't the only thing you had in your entire life, and she should've been inconsequential, the same way the daylight hours gradually decreased. But it isn't too hard to notice once the sun's gone down.

The new roommate was like a transition from summer to winter, but unlike Ryujin , who helped ease the transition between the seasons, this one only reminded you that it would be cold. She wasn't a bad roommate, no she was perfect, did the laundry on Wednesdays, did the evening dishes at 6 and gave you lots of personal space. She was nice, but not like Ryujin.

You hated how you compared her to Ryujin, how you compared everything to her. "She isn't your entire world," you remind yourself. "Shin Ryujin was only temporary."

You'd decided that your feelings for her were only a means for you to be validated. That was all you'd craved from her, and that was all she'd given you- validation.

On October 15th, you feel relieved. Your mid terms were over with and you had a little bit of free time. Were you going to spend it wisely? Of course not.

You were going to sit in bed all day, scrolling through Youtube, a luxury you'd afford yourself rarely in the last month. You went home early, to a somewhat excitable Yeji. Another rare sight.

"What's up?" you ask her, noticing her vibrant demeanour.

"Nothing much, Ryujin's coming over today."

You're surprised to hear this, and a little disappointed that Ryujin never told you herself. Or maybe there was no reason to, it's not like you kept in touch with her.

"That's cool, are you guys ordering something? Or should I make food for you two?" you offer, realising the amount of free time you had.

"We'll just order pizza," she replies. She hesitates for sometime, as if she has something to say. "Y/n?" she calls out slowly.

"Hmm?" "...you're nothing like what Ryujin described you as."

You still in your spot.

"It's just that you're really kind you know. I thought you'd be more distant, and cold."

"Ryujin said that? About me?"

She nods her head.

Is that really how she saw you? Distant and cold? Sure you were closed off towards the end, but is that really who you were to her? After all the good memories? You weren't sure anymore, insecurity creeping inside you.

It hurt. Was it this easy for people to be unforgiving? But then again, you never apologised, so in a weird way what Yeji relayed sounded justified.

You offer her a stiff smile.

"I'll be in my room then, tell me if you need anything."

Dejected, you go back to your blank room, where even the orange of autumn feels comforting, something you hated previously. You stay inside the entire evening, occasional sounds of muffled laughter behind your walls being all that you focus on for the duration. Every time you heard her laugh loudly from behind the door, you wondered if she ever laughed like that in front of you. Did you ever make her feel happy? The same way she did to you?

You want to go out and say hi, but after what Yeji said, you stop yourself. She must hate you now, there was no other way.

It isn't later at night, after you're sure the laughter was no more, and only when the silence of the room becomes comforting, you step out to see a dim blue light in the darkness of the living room, Yeji working on the dining table. "Y/n, didn't come out to say hi to Ryujin?" she asks, with pity that sounds forced.

"Yeah, no I was just napping," you lie, "did anything fun happen?"

"Mhm, we were discussing Ryujin's blind date tomorrow with a senior from the engineering department. Apparently, he's handsome," she shrugs her shoulder.

"Ryujin likes boys?" you ask without realising.

"Hmm, I'm not sure actually."

A small part of you feels dejected as you get a glass of water, all while contemplating if you should have reached out.

"You like her don't you?" Yeji whispers, looking up from her laptop.

It's the second time you still in your spot. Yeji had brought up something you never thought was prominent.

"Your lights were on, I could tell from your slightly ajar door. You weren't sleeping were you?" she gives you a knowing smile.

"I'm not judging you- it's just that it's obvious that you miss her. It may or not may be romantic- but you do miss her don't you?". You don't know how to reply to her. You barely knew Yeji, but somehow she very accurately read your emotions.

As if she knows what you're thinking, she continues.

"You know, every time that I've tried bringing up Ryujin, you've always changed the conversation, instead isolating yourself in your room."

Looking back, it made sense. You didn't want to think about her anymore. Your meeting with Ryujin's was temporary and never mattered. It was almost crazy how dependent you were on her within just a few months.

" I realised that I don't know much about Ryujin, nor does she about me. Sure I know she loves mocha bread, she loves her big Ikea Djungelskog soft toy, that she's watched the perks of being a wallflower more times than she can count; but I don't think I could be truly vulnerable with her. I'm scared to be vulnerable with her."

Yeji sighs, almost disappointed. She went back to working, despite her twitching lips, like she had more to say.

That night, you reflect for longer. Why was it that you felt scared to lean on Ryujin? Technically you told her about troubles with academics, problems with some of your classmates- that is considered being vulnerable right? Then what was it that you wanted her to know, but you never wanted to admit? Was it your insecurities? Was it the thought she'd never understand it?

It was like your mind had accepted that you and Ryujin had come from two different worlds, and if you invited her into yours, she would run away, like your family. Despite you coming to terms with it, the distance with your family was a wound still fresh. And nothing would change, until you could put it behind you.

25th October, Yeji handed you an invite to one of her friend's Halloween parties.

After your confession, she'd been a little nicer; she was more active in initiating conversations, and you realised she was more extroverted than your first impression. Eventually, you did watch the Maze Runner with her again, and you appreciated how she gushed about Dylan O'Brien throughout it, dispelling any awkward moments.

"I designed this invitation by the way, cool isn't it?", she asks about the party invitation in your hand. It had black bat details engraved in a glossy reflective paper. "Please come, we've had a difficult week, one party won't hurt will it?" she states, the question more rhetorical.

You agree quietly, excitement bubbling in you.

Until it did hurt, a week later.

Barely five minutes after you enter the loud, congested apartment, with strangers in costumes, you felt a part of your heart drop. There was a tight feeling in your chest, something you were sure wasn't because of the new corset you wore. Because you felt comfortable seconds before you saw Ryujin with her hands wrapped around this guys neck, kissing him on the couch as if he were her entire life. At first, you weren't even sure it was her- her hair was shorter, dyed a platinum blonde. She wore a leather jacket and a white skater dress, dressed so differently than what you were used to seeing her in.

You weren't able to comprehend how good she looked in his arms, with all her attention focused on him, smiling. The same smile that you'd missed for a month. When she does look away from the vampire- you assumed was her boyfriend, her eyes scan the crowd and she almost looks bewildered. You were stood so motionless near the entrance from where you could see them, that even the crowd that pushed past you couldn't bring you to move. It was suffocating, and unconsciously you head for the exit, looking to get away.

But fate wouldn't be so kind would it? The universe wouldn't just let you be would it? "Are you leaving already y/n?" Yeji screams from across the room, which you were sure was audible to everyone. She finds her way to you, a smile on her face. "You just came in, why are you leaving? Cool outfit by the way."

"Thanks," you offer her a stiff smile, eyes going back to Ryujin, who because of Yeji, had finally found you.

Yeji, who just noticed the tension, holds your hand and pulls you towards Ryujin.

"Atleast say hi, y/n, it won't hurt."

Yeji's assurance of "it won't hurt" was what brought you here, it was indeed what hurt you. Her saying this now wasn't helping, and you scoff. It was almost like Yeji knew this was going to happen. It was like she knew how much it hurt you, and may even enjoy it.

"Why did you invite me Yeji? You knew about this didn't you? It hurts, I..I shouldn't have come." you spit out, trembling.

"Y/n, there's something you need to know."

"What? that she has a boyfriend?" you spat, annoyed by her deception.

Yeji sighs, holding onto your shoulders, somewhat urgent.

"No, it's something only Ryujin can tell you. Please, just talk to her. This once."

At this point, you couldn't trust anyone, neither Yeji, Ryujin, nor yourself. It was like you were at different crossroads- to run away, or to confront her again. She hadn't even done anything wrong, all she did was kiss a guy. She didn't owe you anything.

You choose to run away, until you notice Ryujin approaching you with her boyfriend. It's like she withheld any decision you make, with her forcing you into a circumstance you would not choose for yourself.

"Y/n?" she asks softly. Her otherwise comforting voice now made you uncomfortable, almost bringing you to tears by how much you missed it.

"It's been so long," she holds your hand gently.

Her hands felt colder than before, and before you could say anything, the tall, matching vampire spoke up.

"Hi y/n, I'm Jason, her boyfriend. I've heard a lot about you." he looks friendly, and he doesn't seem to hold any malice. But you still hated this guy.

"You have?" you ask saltily. "...good things I hope." you couldn't help but say drily, hands fiddling with the witch hat you'd worn.

"A moment please love," Ryujin signs to her boyfriend, who goes towards the bar with Yeji.

Ryujin takes your hand and drags you towards what you assume to be the bedroom, away from the crowd.

You enter the bedroom with her, with your head ringing because of the way she called him love. You remember how she'd called you love the day you'd tried baking, the day you'd fallen asleep in her arms. You thought the word "love" meant nothing, that it was an endearing term with no implications. But if that was the case- why did she address him as love?

Jealousy eventually overrode the confusion, and the hurt that stained you previously had multiplied. You couldn't feel more stressed, it was so much more than any calculus assignment you'd ever come across.

"Are you crying?" she eventually speaks, eyes concerned. You didn't even realise the visible tears falling down your cheek slowly, your mascara ruined in the reflection of the mirror behind her.

"What do you wanna talk about Ryujin?" you huff. "Y/n, do you need time to calm down? I don't think you're in the mood to talk."

"I'm fine. Just get to the point please." you say, barely concentrating on what was going on. She comes in to hug you, but you step back.

She looks upset by this, seemingly as confused as you. "I...I thought we were friends y/n," she whispers in the same tone she'd always used to comfort you. "We weren't this far apart were we? Why do you hate me?" she raises her voice in desperation.

This was an accusation you could not believe she had made, hate was too strong for what you felt for her.

"I don't hate you Ryujin." you speak, resigned. "Then why do you look so upset, why can't you even say hi?" she emphasises, her voice breaking in between.

"Because it hurts... I can't"

You fall against the bed post. Eyes finding the bear plushie you bought her. You slowly realise that this is her bedroom, and that you were in her new house- the apartment you'd never come to before. You were barely able to process all of this when she speaks up again.

"You can't what y/n? You can't accept the fact that you like me?" You look back at her, eyes widened, as though whatever little sanity you had remaining was destroyed like the branches of an autumn tree- fallen, and weak. It was almost humiliating.

"I don't like you Ryujin," you hide behind your words like a coward. "Don't lie to yourself y/n, is it that difficult to accept that you like me?"

You don't know where this was coming from. If she knew you liked her, couldn't she just let you down gently?

"What does it matter? You have a boyfriend. Even if I did like you; no even if I loved you, nothing would change." you say dejectedly. It must have been true, because there was silence that persisted for longer than you wished it would be.

"What if it did change? What if I said I liked you too? Would you believe me?" she asks quietly, reverting back to her calm persona as she takes a big breath. You scoff, noticing how different she had become in a month. The audacity she had to ask you if you believed her, right after making out with her boyfriend in front of everyone in the room disgusted you, something you don't think you'd ever be able to comprehend.

"Why would I believe you? I saw your boyfriend. Besides, if you did like me, you'd be honest with me. I think that's the least I'd expect from you, so don't play with my feelings; because unlike yours, I can say with conviction that mine are real."

You see her expression change, her eyes becoming teary.

She sits beside you, against the wooden footboard. "I can't be honest, because I'm scared. There's so many people watching me- so many people who my family knows. I barely had, or still have any privacy in my life. Do you know why my grandparents left me this apartment? Because they don't trust me." she pauses for a minute. Taking another deep breath, eyes now fixed on to the floor.

You don't know where she's going with this, but don't say anything because this may be the last time you'd get any closure.

"There was a girl I really liked in high school, but we could never be together, because my family refused to let me meet her. They pretend to be liberal in their thoughts- but they're as homophobic as they get. There's no way they'd understand. The only time I felt safe was in our dorm, because there was no one who would snitch on me, nobody who cared. It was utopia- where you were my solace, and I just basked in the temporary peace.

But when my grandparents asked about you, they'd worry I'd gotten too close to you, refusing to believe you could be just a friend. Two months after I shifted in to our dorm, they made preparations to isolate me in this house of theirs."

She couldn't continue, as tears you'd never seen from her before, collected as a tiny stream between the cracks of the tiles on the cold floor. You understood what she meant. In an evening's moment, you realised that she wasn't this perfect being that she always projected. Yes, she was amazing, but she had her own challenges, something you thought she'd never had. Unlike the two different worlds you thought you were in, your access into her world made you realise you were more similar than you could've imagine. All of a sudden you hated your past self for being so mean to her, for harbouring insecurities that in hindsight were not worth the pain.

"Jason, is my neighbourhood friend, and he's the one of the few people I can trust. He's pretending to be my boyfriend, so that if my family ever found out, they wouldn't doubt me." she explains, trying to resolve your distrust.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper, leaning your head against her shoulder, gently holding onto her hand."

The two of you sit their in silence, reflective, though relieved.

She gently kisses your forehead, arms wrapping around your waist.

"I missed you y/n. So much. But I'm also scared to go back to you, to our place. I don't know what we're going to do. I'm sorry too, for the situation I put you in. For the situation I've put both of us in."

You rub her arms gently,

"It's ok, we'll figure it out slowly. I'm sorry too . You were always there for me- and I, like the coward I am was scared of being attached to you, your generous love . I was also so insecure of how perfect you were- but now it's all so inconsequential."

To this Ryujin laughs, and she wipes her tears. "It's funny how both of our insecurities hurt us in the end. I promise, I wont' let it affect us in the future. I won't ever hurt you again y/n. I love you, so much."

"I love you too Ryujin."

You know that it's going to be a long road ahead of the two of you, but you'll be alright. You comb through her hair, leaning in to meet her lips. Her quivering lips are not soft as you expected, but slightly chapped, brushing against yours. She drags a cold finger down your spine, causing you to lose your breath. Her pulling you closer, slipping behind your corset, unzipping it. Your hands are tangled in her short locks, and you pull away in between to breathe.

With the kiss, and this new path, the autumn you hated so had come to an end. Autumn had become easier to think about, among the loneliness of the dry leaves and the warmth devoid in the air, you'd treasure the warmth that she provided. Shin Ryujin, unlike autumn wasn't temporary. Autumn will come and go, but Shin Ryujin would always stay, and you'd treasure her in every season. In the end, autumn didn't hate you as much you did, because despite everything, autumn gifted you Shin Ryujin.

Am I actually posting an autumn fic when its almost summer? Yes, yes I am. This is long overdue and idk why it took me this long to finish it ahhhh.

I appreciate any feedback, feel free to interact with this post!

Thanks for reading <3

-Macaroon

#itzy fanfic #ryujin x reader #ryujin x you #ryujin fanfiction #shin ryujin imagines #shin ryujin x reader #itzy fanfictions #itzy x reader #itzy x yn #itzy flf #itzy imagines #kpop imagines #shin ryujin fanfic #ryujin ff

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tvickiesims · 2 years

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Seasonal Trees Set

Here’s a set of 5 trees converted from Sims 4, retextured and made seasonal. Includes a stone pine, a hawthorn, a weeping willow, an olive and an elm. I already converted stone pine, weeping willow and olive tree so consider this a remaster - lower polycount, better smoothed mesh, prettier textures and a bit smaller stone pine. GUIDs are randomized so you can use them alongside old ones if you want. Note that stone pine and olive have particular lighting on leaves in all seasons except summer (basically when the seasonal filter is applied) - EDIT 29/11: there’s now a second version that has normal lighting but higher polycount, be sure to keep only one version for each of the two trees!

Polycount:

Stone pine: 2809 (4913 for better lighting on leaves version)

Hawthorn: 778

Weeping willow: 6318

Olive tree: 2233 (3847 for better lighting on leaves version)

Elm tree: 1590

More pictures of these trees

Compressed, clearly labelled, picture included

Download at SFS

UPDATE 26/10

Forgot to delete falling leaves in autumn on stone pine. This is now fixed, please redownload if you prefer this version.

UPDATE 29/11

Added a second version for stone pine and olive tree. There will be no more weird lighting in other seasons than summer but the polycount went higher (see the list above). Choose only one version for each of the two!

#s2 #s2cc #bytvickiesims #plants #seasonal plants #trees #seasonal trees #4t2 #4t2 conversion #trees retexture #tvickiesims plants #plants by tvickiesims #stone pine #hawthorn #weeping willow #olive tree #elm tree

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hydrasheadest · 8 months

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CAMP CAMY PUBLIC DOWNLOAD | #campcamy

As promised, here is the campsite! Please, please use the tag #campcamy if you use this in any stories, photos, etc. I would absolutely love to see what you all do with it. CC is linked at the very bottom. If you do not use the CC listed, your campsite will not look like mine! All CC and the DL link are at the very end of the post.

Time to grab the sleeping bags, the marshmallows and your favorite saddle! The weather is getting colder and the trees are changing colors. Bring your trusty steed (or two) and come spend the weekend in nature! Please remember to take all trash with you as we don't want to hurt any flora or fauna! Dae-Hyun and the staff of Hydra's Head Estates would like to welcome you to the Estates' favorite camping spot: Camp Camy!

THIS LOT USES ITEMS FROM THE FOLLOWING PACKS: Snowy Escape | Get Together | Werewolves | Outdoor Retreat

Please note if you do not have these packs some of the items will be missing (mainly the tent, campfire, and chairs).

YOU WILL NEED THE FOLLOWING CC: Ingeli WFS Big Barn Build | CD97 Mega Pack 5 No Fade (Merged File) | CD97 Real Autumn Trees Pack (Trees 1, 4, 5) | Helen TS4 Grass Pack | Helen Castlevania LOS Terrains (Merged File) | SYB A La Ferme Hay Pile & Wheelbarrow | SYB Petit Cheval Horseshoes | Felixandre GROVE Tent | S&F Natural Horse Bed | S&F Natural Colored Horse Balls | Objuct Square Haybale | Objuct EquiStyle Stall Guard | animefemme Grass with Daisies | animefemme Daisy Bush | animefemme Garden Rock | SIMcredible! Wall Horseshoe 1 & 2 | IHTL Hay Bag | CCC Big Horse Feed | Mr Olkan Cool Pools Water 4 | BME SSO Texture Ports (Merged File) | gladlypants Terrain Paint Collection | Walnut Hill Equine Terrain Paints The only thing I cannot link to currently is the hay nets as they are still in early access for Equus Sims. However, you can use this alternate hay net in the meantime: Objuct Mesh Netting Hay Bags OPTIONAL OVERRIDES: K-Hippie 505 Terrain Mod | K-Hippie 707 Nature Mod DOWNLOAD CAMP CAMY [SFS - Ad Free]

#equi librium #equus sims #harpg #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 horses #hydrasheadestates #sims 4 horse cc #custompasture #campcamy

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shkatzchen · 5 months

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"I made room for you in my little bed, Took covers from the closet fresh and warm, A downful pillow for your scented head, And lay down with you resting in my arm."

This Claude McKay poem is so pretty; I just love the imagery. It's the perfect accompaniment to this warm and welcoming bed.

I revived the mesh from my Autumn Bookworm bed and created new winter and holiday inspired textures for it. This included creating a few (from scratch!) repeating patterns to spice up the bedding: Christmas trees, snowflakes and pine trees. Although the pattern of snowflakes repeats, within a single iteration of the pattern, no two snowflakes are identical. They were fun to make.

Look at the little Christmas trees!

Snow Fairies' Slumber requires the Seasons Expansion Pack and comes with 70 swatches (the set on the left are solid, the set on the right have patterns).

Download from SimFileShare here.

Made with S4S.

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enuniu · 2 days

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plane of memories and golden coins

The chime of a golden coin being collected rang around the small room, it sounds reverberating off the skin of Yoosung and causing a slight shiver of excitement now that he has finally completed such a complicated level.

His hands gripped the bright red controller in his sweaty palms, the shine gliding beside the handles and causing his ability to control just a bit harder than when he had started. His taped fingers— wrapped in colorful bandages from the countless times he tried cooking from a recipe he had found in one of Rika’s old books —pushed lightly against the small buttons as he maneuvered the pointer to enter a new realm of trees and morbid creatures on the small screen.

Soft snores echoed against Yoosung’s back, reminding him he had to be extra quiet to let the being behind finally have the pleasure of sweet dreams or a blank slate in their mind as darkness welcomed drowsiness.

Shades of blue and purple and black painted the room beautifully; the only source of light to swirl the colors together was a small television placed on a hardwood floor, without a table to lay on. It flashes of the many different scenes happening on it— courtesy to Yoosung’s fiddling with a joystick —bouncing across the features of the blond and the redhead on the couch.

If the young boy risked his thirteen lives he worked hard to collect for his red character to hold a clammy hand on such a rough one, experienced one: traces of hard work and tiny, white scars littered across its pale dimension, he would deny the statement.

Because the feeling of clasping such a boy who tremors in the presence of a religious figure, who tinkers with nails and washers and gift those exact projects to his humble friends; who whispers softly in the shell of your ear— hot breath fanning your neck, sending shivers down to your spine as sweet encouragement of words and praises and love shatter your composure to hear any more of it — it’s all too much and too little and maybe the curious younger boy wanted a taste of it.

For some time, Yoosung assumed he and Saeyoung were from the same star, the same orbit. Their values were similar in ways which when they shared the same room, it’s almost as if they collided and meshed so well together there was no need for such an imperfect balance. Instead, it was replaced with fits of giggles and boyish teases; pranks that could’ve been taken too far but the blond can’t help and hold a grudge for so long, so Saeyoung knew he always had one more chance left.

It was the way a small smile of slightly crooked teeth that dared to look his way had Yoosung’s grip hold on tighter to the collared shirt he wore too often. It was the way the redhead traced the curves of his young face, complimenting the strange color washed in his eyes and joking about how he possibly got the physical trait from a faraway being— nothing human but all the more the same emotion Yoosung held in his own.

Saeyoung stopped pushing when Yoosung decided he had enough and pulled such a fragile boy against his chest and rubbed a shaking hand across the surface of his back. No matter how many throws and curses the other tossed his way, Yoosung took it with a grain of salt and hoped it wasn’t all true. He hoped the fumbling sentences that were wretched from his scratchy throat, were all just mere lies and thoughts the redhead had conjured up for the sake of the people closest to move; to leave and never come back because there was only one person who deserved such a far away concept of happiness.

Saeran didn’t ask for it, but Saeyoung gave and gave and—

Here he was. Stretched limbs displayed along the frayed gray couch of Yoosung’s dorm room. Strands of fiery red— (sometimes Yoosung argued with himself that it could’ve been the soft color of orange, shades of autumn and pumpkins and the sweet smell of annual treats he passed by every morning on the way to class, bright or the dark shade of) —hair framed such a peaceful face that the other hadn’t witnessed in a long time.

There was a bowl of popcorn discarded on the flat of his stomach, almost similar to an elevator the way it descended every time a breath Saeyoung took as he brought it back down.

He still held his hand. He no longer paid attention to the game in front and instead twisted his body around fully to enrapture such a wonderful sight to see. Yoosung brought his body closer, seeking warm, heat Saeyoung always seemed to radiate off and had the smaller one of the two melt at any slight touch.

He played with their fingers, tangled up lazily as Saeyoung's grip was pliant and loose, not necessarily hanging on but still curling around the wrist of Yoosung’s. The soft colors that emitted from the television screens painted a nice shade along the sleeping features of the other, eyelashes cascaded low as it shadows underneath his closed eyes.

Yoosung brought his free hand from the floor to lightly press his palm against the warm cheek of Saeyoung. His nimble fingers carefully rubbing circles on the soft skin, too scared to wake up the being beside him.

It didn’t do much though. In a matter of seconds— of moments where it was just Yoosung brushing away silent tears and coaxing horrible memories and heartbreaking betrayals to leave this desperate boy alone— Saeyoung’s amber orbs flickered open, a hazy smile matching the sleep clinging onto the corners of his eyes.

Yoosung smiled softly, thrumming the pads of his fingers more firmly against Saeyoung; an apology for waking up the other from such a comfortable slumber.

Seayoung’s tried gaze traveled the expanse of Yoosung’s own, soon noticing the bright colors across the room— snorting at the character his blond left idling, getting eaten by a black wrecking ball with chompers for teeth.

A small laugh came with his playful look as he turned his head back to the boy in front, lifting the hand dangling, tingling with the overflow of blood and covering the same hand Yoosung still declared his property for the time being.

“You missed a gold coin,” he teased.

The younger boy whipped his head back to the screen, eyeing the black space circled with white, no golden shining coin filling it in.

His ears perked at another sound of laughter, this time much more awake and alive and everything Yoosung wanted to hear for the rest of his life. Though, he wasn’t going to announce that aloud and have Saeyoung get the upper hand in their little game of cat and mouse. He was quite tired of being the only one to fall for mindless jokes, regardless of whether the small white lies were obnoxious or not— Saeyoung was quite convincing when he put his mind to it: which happened to be the majority of the time.

“You’re never going to let that down, huh?” Yoosung responded, a hint of annoyance but still too soft. Damn— he sometimes envied Jumin for keeping obvious emotions in check; Yoosung just didn’t have that power too often.

Saeyoung’s eyes crinkled at the outer corners of Yoosung’s tone. The dim light capturing the mix of brown and hazel— maybe orange, (just another thing to add to his list of Saeyoung) —as he breathed, “You’re stuck with me young one.”

Yoosung’s nose scrunched at the teasing nickname but overall gave up on starting a round of comebacks till one of them lost to fits of laughter or a bright pink shade of embarrassment.

Neither said anymore. Too lost in losing themselves in a small bubble they created with a comfortable silence and unspoken words.

Yoosung can’t help but remember when there were times they couldn’t even share the same space. He recalls meeting up in public places; the arcade, movies, events held during RFA parties, but never at each other’s personal home— more specifically a certain stubborn redhead’s. He remembered the muscle memory he had every time Saeyoung— (or Seven at the time when none of their close-knit of friends were aware of anything more than a jokester with a skill for codes and binary numbers) —would send a ridiculous image of himself with a trail of expensive cars lined behind him and Yoosung would send a collection of annoyed emojis in response. The pictures usually held a signature peace sign formed on slender figures and glasses lowered down to the point where if Yoosung was with him at that moment, he would gladly push them back up to the bridge of his nose.

For some time, he believed those romantic eyes of his were too focused on the newest member of their charity. Always going on about how they would protect them at any cost, never mind his own well being.

Maybe, if Yoosung wasn’t so naive or childish, if maybe he looked a bit more closely back then, he could’ve seen the signs of an upcoming breakdown of tears and guilt of a lost brother.

No matter how many times he shook his head at the memories, pleading for them to go away because Saeyoung was with him right now. Saeyoung is no longer tied to mysterious people he once worked with who punished him with girl clothing and exhausting missions. He is no longer brought back down by the same blond woman and her loving companion whose eyes barely saw through the fog of danger. He was home and he was safe and Yoosung would be damned if they had a repeat of what happened so long ago.

“Hey,”

Yoosung wasn’t aware he blanked out. He suddenly felt the weight of warmth on his own cheek, accompanied by no other than the exact person he was thinking about.

The blond rested his eyes back into Saeyoung’s, filled with adoration and care; everything the other didn’t have the privilege of when he was younger.

He wanted to forget all that though. No more sad smiles and late-night cries as the moon shed her lovely light through cheap blue curtains. Saeyoung was okay. He is okay.

And he’s right here with Yoosung, smiling just as softly.

“Hi.”

“You’re still here with me?” Leave it to Saeyoung to continue joking around even if this was a moment neither wanted to break.

Yoosung didn’t mind. He would listen to these kinds of conversations for the rest of his life he hoped.

He took hold of the hand cupping his cheek, a dark blush already forming because no matter how many times they’ve done this routine before, he would always be shy to experience such comforting affection from the redhead. He brought the exact hand to the wide expanse of his lips, pressing them lightly against the palm of it and then peppering more around calloused fingers.

A giggle escaped Saeyoung’s mouth, no longer containing the exact same embarrassment he constantly harassed on the other.

Yoosung sighed, leaning forward and knocking his forehead against Saeyoung’s. They stared and stared and shared silent whispers of promises neither dared to say aloud.

“Yeah, I’ll always stay here.”

Amethyst eyes met hazel ones and—

“Always. With you."

#yoosung kim #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger #fanfic #mystic messenger yoosung #mystic messenger saeyoung #fluff #implied relationship #gaming #implied/referenced child abuse #light angst

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umbralrosa · 4 months

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𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

Tagged By: @s-talking

Tagging: @fallesto, @astra-stellaris, @cursesavior, @azure-steel, @that-butler, @brazenlystrong, @casketdweller, and anyone who wishes to do so

玫:

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒: (I used HTML Color Code website)

Rebecca Purple (#663399)

Dark-Magenta (#8B008B)

Dark-Red (#8B0000)

Black (#000000)

White (#FFFFFF)

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

SakuYoru actually has single or double scents going on about them, and is either one or the other or both at the same time. It depends on their mood entirely, and the proper list can be found in the Headcanons link.

Rose and Petrichor

Autumn Leaves and Petrichor

Cherry blossom and Burning wood

Lavender and Geranium

Bergamot and Blood (the coppery smell is very light and hardly noticeable unless you know what to look for or know it's there. The bergamot is used to hide it)

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:

Default Verse (No Armor): Silks, and open, flowy garbs. No accessories except for the sash to hold the mainstay haori in place. Blade-like heels or bare-footed. Undergarments are either none, or a placeholder with a thin layer of the armor to cover the necessary places. They come across as nobility.

Default Verse (With Armor): Skin tight, akin to a second skin yet very rigid and strong, and always matte black. Sharp protrusions on the joints. A tattered black cloak. Occasional menacing mask that merges with the rest of the armor when applied, and appears as though it has a crown with sharp points. The legs appear digitigrade with the 'foot' being a sharp heel or a sharp warped stilt. All of which is not made of normal materials. Appears regal.

Modern Verse: Skin tight clothes (skinny jeans and mesh shirts) and combat boots or vans. Loose shirts and oversized jackets. Shorts and tank tops. A black umbrella or brimmed hat (like a cute witches cotton hat, or a bigger sun-hat). Some of the clothes are torn on purpose for the design. They wear lingerie. A choker can be seen with their mother's crystal pendant hanging from the front (either a stretchy cotton/polyester band, or leather). Think of a cute goth girl tbh.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Roses

Mother's crystal heirloom, dangling by a thin silver thread.

A weapon (sword, knife, spear, or bow)

Pets (War - An experimental hybrid creature, Amaryllis - Serval, Lovecraft - Crow, or Edalle - Raven)

A book and pen.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

Seemingly immovable, physically and/or emotionally. Comes across as stoic and regal.

A sharp unyielding glare, which intensifies with staring or anger/annoyance. It can be noticed if the eyes begin to slit to points, very much like a cat.

An uncanny-valley type of silence and stillness befitting of a porcelain doll. No emotion. Nothing. Until they do move.

A tense and stiff body, even if the posture comes across as calm and comfortable. A distrust of the world that leaves them ready for anything, but is unpredictable in where that distrust resides. Particularly around people or groups.

Predator-like behavior of an abnormal degree, an apex predator of humans. They are excellent at stalking and hunting, often 'playing with their food' for the sake of emotionally and mentally breaking people, such as circling, a threatening saunter, or letting them 'get away' only to hunt them down when they think they survived. Tending to 'appear suddenly' in the silence and swiftness they maintain when moving at all times, even in broad daylight.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

A quiet clearing in thick woodlands. At night the moon is center and full, with lunar moths fluttering about in the illumination. Mystifying unknown lie in wait of the light and shadows. Ethereal and otherworldly.

A house or castle in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees, it's age is there but it is upkept, but seemingly abandoned in the silence that claims it. Maybe it's haunted.

A full, massive library or museum. The table is covered in many notes and books with a single pen, all of which are organized and meticulously placed. It smells like fresh paper and ink, with the sound of a fireplace. Past and present come together here.

A field of white roses, where the foliage is black, and the soil veiled by the full white blooms hide a deep red from the amount of blood spilled over hundreds of years. They move without the need of wind, and the heads moving to watch like eyes. All is not as it seems.

A dark, empty room, save for a single chair and the soft blue-white of a cloudy day filtering in. A window veiled by a thin white curtain is in the corner, the glass wet and dribbling on the outside, with the gentle patter of rain and distant rolling thunder. It's cold, and so very lonely.

#玫knowing the unknown

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aishiteru-kenshin · 2 years

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Shikizakura Blooms in Obara Fureai Park, Japan | yukkey

Autumn and springtime meet only here in all of Japan. The Obara region is home to 10,000 of a rare and special type of cherry blossom called the shikizakura (四季桜, ‘four season sakura’). Shikizakura trees bloom twice a year, once in spring as most sakura do, but also right at the peak season to see vibrantly coloured autumn leaves between October and November. The result is a captivating mesh of elegant spring cherry blossoms and fiery autumn leaves.

#Japan #Obara Fureai Park #Toyota #Aichi Prefecture #Shikizakura #四季桜 #Autumn Cherry Blossom #Kōyō #紅葉 #Autumn #Cherry Blossom #Sakura #桜 #さくら #Cherry Blossoms #Nippon

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kalgalen · 7 months

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PROMPTS

butterfly, shaving, autumn

blender, swimming, moonless night

glass bottle, measuring, afternoon tea

Good luck 👍

butterfly, shaving, autumn

The butterfly lands next to Placide's right foot, and he stops whittling to glance at it. The insect's wings flap open and close, slowly, as if it's putting on a show for him; the dying daylight reflects on the minuscule scales, oranges and yellows and vivid reds swirling together like a flame. It shines like the beginning of a forest fire against the fallen autumn leaves, against the wood shavings Placide has carved out of his chunk of cedar.

The human extends a careful hand toward the creature, inviting it without much hope to jump onto his fingers; he's already picturing Argider's expression if Placide managed to bring the delicate insect to him, his wonder and excitement.

blender, swimming, moonless night

She aches all over from when she'd been backhanded by the ogre, caught between the massive palm and the trunk of the tree that had stopped her from being flung too far away from the combat. Hilda stretches, feeling something in her back pop; it's as she'd gone through a blender, a feeling only reinforced by the string of bruises she discovers as she takes her armor off, divests herself of her clothing.

She barely hesitates before taking off the last layer, refusing to even take a second to check no one is watching; it is a moonless night anyways, and no one will be waiting near the lake to witness the midnight bath of an aching dwarven figure. Then she's swimming, and her worries wash away along with the grime.

glass bottle, measuring, afternoon tea

The mage carefully weights out the herbs, then pours them into a little mesh bag. She attaches it to an elegant silver clip and drops the bag into a boiling pot of water, which she immediately takes out of the fire; barely thinking of it, she snaps her fingers, and the miniature hourglass that sit on a chain around her neck starts flowing upside down. She grabs a measuring spoon and remove a heap of white powder from a jar; humming to herself, she puts it in the cup waiting on a saucer next to her.

The hourglass hanging from her neck starts ringing, a quiet, pleasant sound that never fails to remind her of the trills of a bird. She quiets it with another snap of her fingers and fishes the sachet of herbs out of the pot. She pours some of the hot liquid in the cup; after stirring a bit, she seizes an ornate glass bottle and pours some milk on the swirling mixture.

Finally, Amanda delicately takes the saucer and cup in her hands and lifts them up to her face, blissfully inhaling the sweet scent. Yes, this will make a perfectly acceptable afternoon tea beverage.

#ask #yeah i know it was soooo long ago but #finally finished answering those prompts

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cocaina-kiyori · 7 months

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rippedstitch-s · 8 months

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T U R B U L E N T .

The following self-para describes Asa Holland's primary involvement in a fatal event on October 29, 2023. Please be aware of all triggers listed before proceeding.

TW // Medical Malpractice, Murder, Blood, Gore.

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Turbulent.

His mind roars like a stormy sea.

A thousand little plans and ideas have been painstakingly sewn together, and now with skilled fingers, Asa traces each thread almost lovingly. Fondly, as a knife is tucked away and black leather gloves are slid onto inked hands.

Soon it will be over. Another bad man dead beneath him. He feels an itch for it, as a car ride leads to a library a few blocks away from the apartment he needs to be at.

He tells himself a few times that it would be natural to be scared. And perhaps he is, a little bit. But beyond that is intrigue. Curiosity of how it will feel a second time.

There's no 'if'. It's only 'when'. He knows it will happen, today.

The walk is nice. A cool breeze and autumn leaves. Asa wonders what he'll remember years later. The weather? The brownstone houses? The library's freshly pruned trees and its landscapers packing up for the night?

Or maybe the dark window in the back of the house that he waits beneath as evening turns to night. The television he knows must come on at some point - and the delight he feels when he hears the dull conversation of news anchors begin. There's so many tiny components as he waits for hours. How the wind flutters the bushes he sits between. The soft sounds of cars going by on the nearby street. Owls, coyotes. All in the distance.

He'll remember how easy it had been. The hardest part had been getting inside, and he realizes a window is propped open for a bit of fresh air, and the mesh netting behind it is so easy to cut. And the good doctor himself isn't even turned fully towards the window. So simple... part of Asa wonders if its a set up. Or maybe human nature makes us all this weak, this unsuspecting.

Would it be embarrassing to say the struggle was one of Asa's favorite parts? The surprise on the face that's haunted his nightmares for years. Aging like spoilt milk. Flailing on a reclining chair and most of his putrid noises muffled by a hand and an anchoring arm across his windpipe. Asa can see those familiar eyes, but there's nothing but fear left in them. No longer watching Asa with some pitying expression as he's held down on an examination chair. Always pity. As Asa's hair was shorn from his head, as nodes were stuck to his temples. Weekly. Such a pity.

Asa has no planned words. No big speeches. He doesn't need it. The only thing he needs is for this man to be dead.

The blood is another part that he missed. And the anger, that hums under his skin. Emanates from every pore as if it's been bound inside him for years. Hair hangs off his face, blood spatters across his cheeks and mouth and teeth as they bare. It's grotesque.

His eyes. Wild like a feral and cornered animal. A reanimated corpse that should've died on an exam table years ago. Asa can taste blood in his mouth. It drips down his chin and it stings his eyes.

He's reborn in the ichor of his enemy.

A knife is so different than a hammer. Asa likes it. The blade glides, whereas the hammer smashes. More blood, less bruises. The body beneath him stops moving rather quickly. Asa doesn't, though. The release can't be stopped- the rage that's built in his gut is venomous. And the poison is a swinging hand, violent dark eyes. A laugh that's tired and so, so happy. So happy there's tears.

It's a gory mess when he's done. Disgusting, perhaps, to someone who had not painted this picture in his mind for ages. The euphoria is something indescribable - amidst the bloodbath and quiet chaos, Asa sits atop a dead body. Ferocity that needs to cool, like hot magma. There's body parts. There's guts... bone.

And the news anchors still chat on the tv behind him. Dogs bark, cars go by. A clock ticks on the wall, and the world keeps moving. Dr. Philip Hartley is dead. There's so much to clean up. So much still to do.

Asa takes a breath, and it feels like his first.

#selfpara #closedwriting #wELL HE DID IT YALL #and right before halloween???#pleaseeee consider the tws before reading!!

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bunnyboobeanie · 9 months

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EROTICA · 2 MIN READ

“I didn’t see you there.”

FxNB Lover

Contains: exhibition, voyeurism, vaginal penetration, teasing, fingering, and oral sex

THIS STORY IS IN NO WAY INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS, IT IS JUST A FANTASY WRITTEN FOR ENTERTAINMENT

The sun blazes down on the warm, wooden deck. Trees of almost every type shade the ground in their backyard as the sound of leaves falling slowly down from the branches, leaving soft cascades of reddish browns and golden yellows floating in the breeze. There’s nothing sheltering them from the neighbourhood’s gazes as they sit, soaking up what little warmth and light they can before the first snowfall of the season. They inch closer and closer to each other as the tension between them grows. Without much thought she shuffles out of her spot, disappearing. Their head relaxes as they look down; one hand resting behind their head, the other out of sight.

The view from the road is unclear and strange, but from where they sit? You’ve never seen such a glorious sight. As she shifts away from the eager, perverted eyes of anyone else peering into their nirvana they watch unblinking as her small, dainty hands get whisked away beneath a sea of fabric. The not-quite-worn-in denim of their blue jeans still stiff from the wash, then the soft and thin cotton of their underwear, then at last the warm, excited caress of their skin against each other as hands wander carelessly.

Throwing caution to the wind, her lips hungrily find their mark, slowly taking everything they have in her mouth. She slides her tongue expertly over their ever-growing hard on, sucking and licking her way around their anatomy expertly. The world is theirs to share, with only the two of them present here and now as they steadily and rapidly hurdle faster and faster toward their end. The knot in their abdomen builds with each perfectly lustful and calculated movement of her mouth until she finally hits their spot and sends them bounding into a peak of ecstasy, another supernova of pleasure erupting from deep within themself.

As they’re brought back to reality they look at her smiling devilishly before flipping the pair over so they take her place and explore from her quivering knees to the throbbing, empty void between them desperately begging to be devoured and ruined by them. She stares at them patiently as they teasingly kiss their way up between her thighs, taking their time to take in the divine sights of her long legs spread, not a shred of decency left with her skirt pushed up about half way up her thigh. Their smile grows as she blushes, her glistening pussy shining in the sunlight. No trace of panties anywhere in sight, their mouth connects to her sensitive swollen clit sending shivers all over her body.

Her voice escapes her lips with melodic moans like a sirens call, beckoning anyone curious enough to their windows to see who could possibly sound that angelic. Neither of them notice the worlds eyes on them as they lift her skirt completely and slowly, seductively slip two fingers into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around them, preparing them with her saliva before they bring them to the entrance of her dripping wet pussy and guide them inside of her, allowing them to press and move enough to make her squirm. Their fingers continue waving against her anatomy, driving her wild in ways she had never imagined with every skillful thrust of their hand.

Thinking about how open they were, exposed to the whole world and she didn’t care a single bit. Without any hesitation, they slide themself along her slick holes and after ensuring she was good and ready, they plunged deep inside of her. She screams in pleasure as they fill her to the brim, their bodies meshing together like a pair of puzzle pieces meant to be together. Her cries of joy and excitement fill the cold autumn air as they plow into her, grunting and thrusting as they fuck her. Everyone knows what they’re doing, and it’s so fucking hot.

#bd/sm relationship #bd/sm brat #enby ns/fw #enby nsft #smut #sexy content #public play #public exhibition

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tvickiesims · 2 years

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Trees Default Replacement

This is a texture default replacement for almost all trees found in game.

Most of the textures were doubled in size for higher detalization. However, because of how the meshes were made, some textures may appear more stretched/blurry than others. All trees got new seasonal textures where necessary.

Trees affected:

Bay, birch, bamboo 3x3, breadfruit, all crabapple trees, cypress, hibiscus, maple, pine, willow, both BV bonsai pines, dead tree and all douglas pines.

There’s also an additional package that will remove trunk shadow on all dougles pines. It works with maxis textures too.

Crabapple mesh edit fixes mapping and gets rid of bits of trunk texture floating among leaves (works with mexis textures too).

I’ve also included a mesh edit for the willow tree leaves which will make it more lush:

With this edit willow’s mesh passes from 1257 polys to 3331 (for comparison, the basegame bay tree is 4929 polys). Also, this edit concerns only spring, summer and autumn states and is compatible with any texture replacement for it.

Three additional replacements, for ivy, trellis ivy (only plant part) and for base game weeds:

The ivy replacement already has my no sheen fix, so you can delete it if you had it.

- - -

For those who like decorating, I recommend having buyable weeds by @hugelunatic.

New weeds mesh is actually lower poly than the original one (old is 893 and new is 218) but with a bigger texture. It’s an extracted and modified Sims 4 mesh with various Witcher 3 grass textures.

Almost all textures come from Witcher 3, extracted by saricoya and shared here, the rest was found online. Ivy texture was extracted from this Skyrim mod by mathy79.

All replacements are separated so you can pick and choose only what you want in your game.

Shrubs replacement is here

Flowers replacement is here

Desert plants replacement is here

Tropical plants replacement is here

Compressed, clearly labelled, picture included.

Download at SFS

#s2 #s2cc #bytvickiesims #mydr #dr #default replacement #trees #seasonal trees #trees replacement #texture replacement #texture default replacement #plants by tvickiesims

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lmelodie · 2 years

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OMG ITS FINALLY DONE NOW I MAY REST THESE WEERY HANDS

A continuation of drawing Dani’s characters from Crystal Springs The Season Sisters are HERE!!

This took so incredibly long because unlike The Frosts, i didn't have the clearest picture in my head of what the seasons looked like and there was A LOT of ironing out to do on these designs but they're here!!!

And because i spent so long on the design process under the cut is gonna be a lot of random details and things i did while making them (Cause i am a character design nerd)

WARNING: It is LONG under the cut. I gots a lot to say

Summer:

I did some preliminary sketches before reading too far into CS and i SCREAMED when i accurately guessed that summer was both black and buff. The only correct call tbh

I was really caught between giving her natural hair (to match Autumn) or the spiky Christmas tree hair i had originally envisioned for her. But i like the shape of the spiky hair too much to let it go

The design to add blue and green motifs were very last minute because she needed something to break up the yellow.

Originally her arm details started out as mesh sleeves in the preliminaries, then turned into vague markings, then i decided to make them landscape tattoos

Summer doesn't technically have a crown, because i forgot/didn't want to make one lol

Summer i had the least ideas for her outfit so it went through a lot of versions

Spring:

Spring i probably got the most wrong from the canon tbh lol

Her vibes ended up being more Riverfront/freshwater inspired, especially when it came to the hair. long and flowy baby

The HARDEST design i had to make with spring is to decide what dress silhouette i would do. Because I originally wanted her and autumns dresses to both be open slits but mirrored, but the fluffy skirt ended up really selling me. So i took the shape from dress 3, the top half from dress 1, and the flower accents on the sleeves from dress 2

Other than the outfit, spring has also probably changed the least in terms of looks

She gives me Isabella energy from Encanto

Autumn:

AUTUMN WAS SO FUN TO DO. She's what kept me going throughout this process and she's the one who’s final design i like the best.

I had such a clear image of her in my head, the shortest and chubbiest. Unintentionally very pumpkin like

SPEAKING of pumpkins, her pumpkin sleeves were a total ACCIDENT. COMPLETELY UNPLANNED. i accidentally made them on the final dress option and i fell in love, so for the final design i added little green ribbons to highlight this detail.

I wanted to also give her the leaved collar from dress 2 but i absolutely forgot about until just now when i’m typing this out lol

She has an ever so slight disco vibe to her final design (carried over from dress 2) and i love that for her

Winter:

Winter was nothing too strenuous considering i’ve done outfit studies for her before

BUT THAT DOES’NT MEAN I HAVE’NT PICKED 1 OUTFIT FOR HER YET

Every dress i try i like a little too much and i can see her everything as her main outfit so far, but the final design i did nail down will do just fine lol

I ended up taking the split skirt detail from dress 1 and just combined that with the rest of dress 3

I imagined her to be really ethereal, so i blurred the lines of where her clothes end and her skin begins

The golden necklace is from Blaise :)

I don’t know why, but it was really important to me to make sure that winter has small titties

Idk if anyone has picked up on this ye, but since i designed winter after drawing jack a whole bunch, i accidentally made it so he gets the little hair swoopties in the back from her lol.

All Four:

I imagined them as quadruplets and all of them being the same age

I originally thought of them as like a choir/quartette so the very first ideas i had for them where trying to make them all as similar as possible

That being said, i still think of them as a choir group akin to The Muses from Hercules and The Fates from the musical Hadestown (Which is how i imagine them to sound/sing). I can see them narrating the story points as its happening in song form.

Any one of the other ideas i had for them can be taken as another outfit they have in their closets :)

All of their skirts are actually indicative of their season. Summer has both of her legs out, Winter has both of hers covered, Fall only has 1 leg out and Spring has only a little of both out.

#thats a lot #i need a nap after that whole mess #might not draw them for a little while after this too #crystal springs #The Santa Clause #artists on tumblr #digital art #Character Design #costume design #Fanart #frostverse

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