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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 months

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Maybe Corio goes to District 12 to find Lucy Gray, but ends up falling for someone else at the Hob the night he sees her again for the first time. He gets into a fight when someone is being touchy and pushy with her and Corio gets him off her and the guy punches him and they fight and yeah

Should I do a part 2 where she sees Coryo again later and he has a cut on his face or his hands from the fight?

Warnings: violence, men being inappropriate

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It was his first night coming to the Hob. Coriolanus didn’t have high expectations for the night, having accepted to come only because Sejanus had begged him to. Apparently, it was the place to go after work for a drink, and some dancing. According to the guys in the barracks, it was the place to find ladies too.

Maybe he’ll see Lucy Gray?

Dressed in his blue uniform, Coryo followed Sejanus inside the bar. The music was loud and the place was filled with people. His blue eyes scanned the room, searching for a petite brunette with a funky dress, but he couldn’t see her.

‘’I’ll get us drinks,’’ Sejanus said, tapping his friend on the shoulder as he pointed to the bar.

Despite the party ambiance, Coriolanus was bored out of his mind. The beer wasn’t that great — not that he had anything to compare it to — and the music was too jazzy. He leaned back against the wall, nodding at whatever Sejanus was saying, then a familiar voice filled the room. Coryo raised his eyes on the stage, and there she was — Lucy Gray Baird. A glimpse of a smile curled on his lips.

She saw him too, her eyes full of surprise as she smiled and continued her performance with the Covey.

They moved to another song, more people joining the middle of the room to dance. Coriolanus wasn’t interested in dancing, so he stayed back as he sipped his drink and tried to think of a way to approach Lucy Gray without making a fool of himself. After all, she was the reason he bought his way to District 12.

Just as he was deep in thought, someone bumped into his shoulder, interrupting his contemplation.

‘’Oh, sorry,’’ you apologized, your voice barely audible over the lively chatter and music as you tightened your grip on the tray holding the beers so they wouldn’t fall and shatter on the cement floor.

Coryo, still caught in the magic of the performance, dismissed the incident with a reassuring smile. ‘’It’s fine,’’ he replied, his eyes briefly meeting yours.

You moved past him and handed his comrades their beers, but his eyes followed you, a newfound interest sparking his attention. He stared you down, taking in every little detail from the heart shaped curve of your top lip to the way your apron was cinching your waist and showing off your figure. Coriolanus had never seen someone as beautiful — and there were a lot of beautiful women at the Capitol.

Through the night, Coriolanus caught himself sneaking glances at you. He wanted to go up to you and introduce himself, but no one cared that his surname was ‘Snow’ in District 12.

Sejanus nudged his friend with his elbow and grabbed his empty glass. ‘’I’m gonna get another beer. I’ll be right back.’’

While Sejanus was gone, Coryo tried looking for you in the crowd, ignoring the smiles Lucy Gray was making at him. He had his eye set on someone else now. Finally, he spotted you on the side of the stage, cleaning tables. You were stacking empty glasses on your tray and diligently wiping away beer rings when a man in a white button-up and a grey vest approached you. Coriolanus’s attention heightened, watching the man. He was standing very close, a bit too close for a customer. Was he your boyfriend? He hoped not.

The answer was clear when the man began speaking close to your face and put a hand on the small of your back, which you were quick to gently push away, not taking his advances toward you. A frown formed between Coryo’s eyebrows. He couldn't hear the words exchanged, but the look on your face spoke volumes. The man's inappropriate touches left you visibly uncomfortable. You grabbed the tray and tried to evade him, but he grabbed your arm and caged you between the table and the wall as his other hand ghosted up your thigh.

Sejanus returned with his beer, but Coriolanus didn't notice him; his gaze remained fixed on you and the sickening situation happening before his eyes. The thought of someone treating Tigris in a similar manner fueled a simmering anger within him. Determined to intervene, he pushed through the crowd.

WIthout second thinking, Coryo grabbed the guy by his shoulder, pulling him away from you, and threw his best punch — once, twice, thrice. Each strike landed with precision, and the man crumpled to the floor, blood seeping from his mouth and nose. The scuffle had attracted a few onlookers, their expressions ranging from horror to confusion and shock at the violence unfollowing in the bar.

Coriolanus would have kept going had Sejanus not dragged him away.

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sxcretricciardo · 2 months

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the wedding of the grid

The air crackled with anticipation, not unlike the electric buzz before a Grand Prix. But instead of the roar of engines, laughter and excited chatter filled the pit lane, transformed into a petal-strewn aisle. Banners in team colors, checkered flags, and podiums adorned the venue, a vibrant testament to the couple's shared passion: Formula 1.

You and Daniel have been together for five years when Daniel popped the question after he won the championship last year. You were beside him, proudly cheering him from the second place of the podium. It was such a good year for the two of you in Formula 1.

And now, here you are, after arriving in a vintage F1 car, with your "pit crew" of bridesmaids, clad in sleek jumpsuits, escorted you down the aisle, their smiles reflecting the joy you all are sharing.

Daniel stand at the end of the aisle, looking absolutely amazing in his suit, with the biggest smile on his face. From here, you can see a tear falling down of his eye.

The ceremony, officiated by a friend of Daniel's with a mischievous glint in his eye, incorporated racing metaphors. The vows are exchanged under a custom-designed arch shaped like a starting grid, and instead of the traditional "I do," you both declared your commitment with a resounding "Lights out, and love away!" and a passionate kiss. Every guest clapped with excitement.

The venue is just beautiful. With just all glass walls, the Australian view took your breath away. Everything is just perfect and you couldn't imagine a better way to get married to the love of your life.

The guests sit in their designated tables, which are named after the Formula 1 teams. Close to the dance floor, is yours and Daniel's race cars, that your teams happily let you borrow for this special day.

Speaking of teams, every driver was here to celebrate your wedding. They couldn't be more happy to share this special day with you and Daniel.

You make a toast when the sun is setting and then have a marvelous dinner. From your table, you can see that everyone is having a good time and chatting among themselves. You look over at Daniel, who also looks at you and winks. From the corner of your eye, you see the photographer capturing the moment.

After the dinner, you and Daniel open the dance floor. First, you start slow dancing, making everyone think that it would be just a tradicional bride and groom loving dance. But then, the music dies down and suddenly a mix of dance songs plays and you and Danny show the choreography that you both have been practicing for a month now to the guests. You can hear everyone cheer and clapping. When the dance comes to an end, you and Danny are breathless, but have the biggest smile on your faces as the crowd cheers.

When it's time to cut the cake, you both walk to end of the room, with the guests following you. You both handle the knife with care, cut the first slice of cake and put it in a plate. You grab a little piece of the cake and feed Danny, who makes a delighted face.

"This is so good." He says. After that, he grabs a little bit of cream with his finger and rubs it in his nose, mentioning for you to lick it out. You laugh and then eventually lick his nose, as the guests laugh.

The night passes by smoothly. Everyone is dancing, drinking and having a great time, which fills your heart with such joy.

You step outside for a moment, wanting to catch some air after you've been dancing non stop with Fernando and Lando. While you enjoy the view, you can hear footsteps behind and then Danny stands beside you.

"Enjoying the view, love?" He asks. "I needed some air, Fernando and Lando thought they could out dance me and I had to prove them wrong." You say, laughing.

"They should've known better." Danny says, laughing and then grabbing my hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.

"I can't believe you're my wife, Y/N. I've been dreaming of this day since the day I first laid eyes on you." He says.

You feel yourself blushing. Even after all these years, Danny is still making butterflies in you stomach.

"I love, Danny. I couldn't imagine sharing this day with anyone else." You say, looking deeply into his eyes.

He kisses you passionately, when suddenly a voice interrupts you.

"Are you guys coming or what? You'll have plenty of time to be alone in the honeymoon!" Lando says.

You and Danny laugh, making your way inside.

You dance the night away, wanting for this night to never end.

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ice-creamforbreakfast · 1 year

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🔔Slay Belles - A Custom Content Set by Ice-CreamForBreakfast and Joliebean ❄️

Ho! Ho! Ho! You’ve heard of the Queen of Christmas (she lost the trademark bid, besties), but make room in your sims’ closets for the Queens of Frump and Sensible Ladieswear this holiday season! Joliebean and Ice-Creamforbreakfast present the Slay Belles Set! This festive collection comes complete with enough glitter, sequins, gold leaf and shiny, shiny fabric to send Liberace’s ghost into a tailspin, so if that’s your thing, put your sunglasses on and get ready!

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Yasmeen Combo (50 Swatches and accessory overlay) – A 90s style top and pants combo adorned with a gold belt that’ll shine hard enough to dazzle your friends and daze your enemies.

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It’s Time Jumpsuit (50 Swatches) – It’s tiiiiime! Make the holidays….glitter in this sequined, fur trimmed jumpsuit, inspired by the Queen of Christmas (not copyrighted) herself!

Queen of Christmas Boots (26 Swatches) – Like cheese and wine or a Cliff Richard CD and a microwave, these fur trimmed boots are the perfect pairing for the It’s Time Jumpsuit!

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cheynovak · 4 months

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Light in the darkness part 1

Reader x Billy Butcher

Warnings: Age difference (not explicit told), cursing, abuse, smut, 16+, ... It's Billy Butcher what not to warn about..

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 3894

Part 2 now online

Y/N is the owner of a blues bar in New York, she is used to all kinds of customers even the ones with a secret you don’t want to know. One day the boys and Billy Butcher walk in. The connection between Billy and Y/N is undeniable, but the recent divorce from her aggressive and dominant husband for Y/N and Becca’s dead still lingering in Billy’s mind makes it hard for them to admit their feelings.

Cursives are from Buchter’s point of view.

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It was a quiet night at the bar, Y/N was thinking of closing for the night when 4 men walked in looking in a rough shape. The tall one looked around before noticing you leaning on the bar “Gentlemen, why don’t you try and find yourself a table.” You joked welcoming them.

The 4 fellas took the table behind the counter, close for you but out of side for anyone who might walk in.

“What can I get you?” Y/N asked while looking at them one by one. They stayed quiet for a second. She looked at the tall skinny guy, who looked just old enough to be in her bar, considering to ask his ID, she noticed his lip was busted. While the other man who had dark hair and a beard looked Y/N up and down. “Scotch.” He said raising his bleeding eyebrow. “All four?” They nodded. When Y/N came back she brought the drinks and an extra glass with ice and tissues. “It looks like you all could use it.” She said looking at the one who seemed to do all the talking. “Thanks darlin” he answered with a thick accent, looking in your eyes. Y/N quickly looked him up and down before meeting his eyes again, ‘If there is anything else I can get you, give me a sign.” When he kept staring at her, the corner of her lip curled into a soft smile before she turned around.

The boys decided to go for a victory drink at pub they saw passing on their way home. When Billy walked in, he noticed the place was empty part from the young woman who was leaning over the bar looking at her phone, she welcomed them. Before she walked over to their table, she turned down the music slightly. Billy couldn’t help but staring at the bartender, the softness of her eyes told him she was young, innocent, but something made him see the pain and struggle she had been through. He looked her up and down, she was just wearing a black jeans and a low V cut band t-shirt tugged in her pants, he liked that it was showing of her curves. Before she walked back at her bar she smiled slightly, giving him a warm feeling.

Y/N could hear the men talking but didn’t listen to a word they were saying, that was one thing she learned as a bar owner, unless they talk to you, none of their conversations are your business. Specially not in a rougher neighbourhood here in New York. But of course, every now and then you pick up some details of a story, as long as they paid the bill, you smiled and pretend not to know a thing.

You hear the door opening, Steve your ex-husband walked in, seemingly drunk. “What are you doing here?” He didn’t answer you but took a seat at the bar. You could see his bloodshot eyes looking at you, roaming his eyes over your cleavage. “Showing them off now, are we?”. Y/N tried to stay calm but feeling the goosebumps on her back, “Steve, what are you doing here?” - “What, I can’t pick up my wife from work?” “I’m not your wife anymore.” Y/N said looking over at the table, the 4 men were looking now at the two of you. “If you had shown up at court today you would have known that.” Y/N said still peacefully while moving on with drying a glass.

Steve got up ripped the glass from your hands and threw it behind you at the wall. Y/N froze not knowing how to react to this even though she was used to his aggression by now. “Oi, is there a problem here?” The guy said walking slowly to Steve. “Mind your own business.” Steve said. “It is my business isn’t it, me and my lads are trying to enjoy a nice evening and you, cunt, are ruining it. I suggest you get your shit together leave this lady alone, now get the fuck out here before I bust ya teeth ey.” Steve looked at the man and looked at the guys behind him who now all stood up from their chairs. He nodded slightly, looked one more time at Y/N “We’re not done yet.” He said pointing a finger at her before leaving through the door.

Billy noticed the girl was still clenched up when the man left. “You ok luv?” He asked while she moved her hand over her face. “Yeah, yes thank you. But I would like to close up for tonight, if you guys don’t mind?” He saw her eyes tear up, trying to fight it. “How much do I own you?” He asked grabbing for his wallet. “Nothing” Bily looked at her. “It’s on the house, for helping me.” she clarified. “Do you live close?” The youngest guy asked nervous. “I mean, I don’t like for you to walk around alone. You never know... You know.” - “My car is parked a few blocks away.”

“Right, MM you bring the boys home.” Y/N hears him saying while he tossed his keys to the quiet man. “I’ll walk you to your car.” He looked at you. Y/N knew this was probably as dangerous as walking alone but somehow, she felt save around him. So, Y/N nodded. “I still need to close up, I’ll be ready in 5.” He grabbed his coat “I’ll wait outside.”

Y/N turned off the music and lights, took a deep breath before walking through the door. The man did indeed wait for you, leaning against the wall.

The yellow light from the lamppost gave an extra touch to his rough shape, she had no idea if it was the adrenaline from earlier or his intriguing eyes that kept staring in hers that made her gasp for air, but somehow, he took her breath away. “Before we go.” She took a step close. “What is your name?”

“Billy, Billy Butcher.” “Nice to meet you, Billy.” She shakes his hand like nothing happened earlier. “Y/N, Y/L/N. At least now I won’t walk around with a complete stranger.” She joked. He let out a chuckle. They walked a few minutes in silence. “Do I look that scary to you luv?” He asked without looking at her. “I’m still trying to figure out if you are a serial killer or a 90s porn star.” He stopped walking, turning to her, for a second Y/N regretted the choice of words. “Well, you’re bloody honest aren’t you.” He burst into laughter. “What makes you think I'm a killer?” Y/N answered by pointing at his wounds. “Ok, I get that, porn star?” She chuckled before answering. “The shirt.” Few words had been said, but the silence didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“Well, this is my car.” She said leaning against the driver's door. “Great, well, Y/N have a great night.” - “You need a ride home?” Y/N asked when he turned his back to walk away. “Won’t say no to that.” He smirked. Part from billy’s directions to his apartment they didn’t say much. She parked in front of it but before he jumped out the car, he looked once more at her giving her a half smile as token of gratitude. “Hey Billy?” She looked at him through the window as he leans into it. “Thanks again, for Steve and... You know not killing me.” “You’re welcome sweetheart. I hope to see you around sometime ey.” “You know where to find me.”

Y/N dropped her purse on the kitchen table, she walked lifeless to her bathroom, while she removed her pants and bra, removed her make up, ready to go to bed. She was tired but couldn’t stop thinking about tonight. Even though her world had been upside down for the last couple of months with the divorce she felt a strange but nice feeling with Billy. There was this constant feeling of wanting to be close to him, she liked that he checked her out without shame, looking at every curve, every inch. A lot of customers did, but with him she felt safe. Probably just the fact that he stood up for her right? She felt threatened and he helped, that would be the reason. She tried to convince herself.

A few days gone by Y/N hasn’t seen Steve in a while, but Billy dropped by almost every night. Sitting at her bar, talking about Steve and his wife. He didn’t say much but she could see the hurt in his eyes, that he really loved her and that he became a totally different man after her death.

But tonight, when she wanted to open her bar someone had broken in and smashed the entire place to pieces.

By the time Y/N wanted to let the police out the door Billy walked in. “What happened here?” He asked her while looking at the cops. “Steve trashed the place.” Y/N answered. “Well, we don’t know who did it yet.” The police reacted to her allegations. “Who else would have done this!?” She yelled “That Steve is an asshole, I’ve seen it with my own eyes. He smashed a few glasses when drunk, a few days back. Threatened her.” Butcher tried to defend Y/N’s reaction, but the cops walked out without much to go on by. Butcher looked around, the entire bar was broken down, furniture burned, glass mashed, even graffiti on the walls.

“Are you ok luv?” He asked her, holding his hand on her upper back, between her shoulders, without hesitation she let her head fall on his shoulder holding on to his jacket, crying. “I can’t believe this, every last penny I put into this place.” She said softly, her voice sounded muffed in his clothing.

Billy felt her head fall on to his shoulder, his immediate reaction was to hold her closer, caressing her back. He felt like kissing her head but managed to hold back just in time. “It’s ok, we will figure something out.” He said instead. That seemed to shock Y/N out of her bubble. “Oh god, I’m so sorry Billy.” She took a few steps back, drying her tears. “I didn’t mean to... You don’t have to help me. You already did so much.” The second she moved her head away he could feel the warmth of her body against his leave. “I’m not gonna leave you hanging.” He answered walking over to her pulling her back in his arms for a hug.

Over the course of the last few days Billy spend time with Y/N trying to help her with the new interieur choices, he absolute hated it, interieur was always Becca’s thing, but he would do anything to be close to Y/N. He felt like a completely different man around her, more at peace. He forgot about supes, he drank less, he even smiled at her silly jokes. Her optimism was like a light in his darkness.

Billy agreed to go shopping together trying to find new furniture and paint. Y/N was surprised he agreed to it, he didn’t seem like the shopping type. But being around him made her feel good. He wasn’t the chattiest, happy, open person, but he was honest, or at least that was the vibe she got from him. Billy offered to take the shopping cart while Y/N picket out a few decorations before walking over to the paint aisle. "What do you think?” Y/N asked as she was holding two different lights up. “Left one” he said noticing an older couple smiling and looking over.

Y/N placed the right on in de cart. Butcher gave Y/N a grumpy look. “I thought you wanted my opinion.” - “Yeah, I do, because I know that your choices aren’t always the most... fashionable.” She said standing next to him, pulling slightly at the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt while she smiled her well practised cute smile, standing very close to him, she could see the amusement in his eyes. Before walking on to the next aisle.

“Get used to it, women, they do that to us.” The old man said to Billy. “I’m sorry?” he responded. “We’ve been married 35 years, I never got to pick any furniture. She made the decision for me... But she made that house, our home. I’m sure your girl will do the same.” He laughs, his old lady picked up on the conversation. “You two seem like a cute couple, I can see you have at least good taste in women.” She smiles. Billy wanted to correct them saying they were just friends. But something kept him. He smiled and walked his was towards Y/N. “Where were you?” She asked happy. “Well, I think I have everything I need.” - “Great, about fucking time.” She smacked his arm. “You loved it.”

“You need a hand with painting?” Billy asked when he dropped everything off at the bar, helping her spreading out the plastic on the floor and over the remains of the furniture. “Well, I wanted to start now, but I don’t want to waste anymore of your time.” - “Bullshit.” He dropped his jacket behind the bar, pouring himself a drink. “It will be an all nighter then?” he grinned lifting his brows. Y/N walked towards to bar taking his glass. “Well, I can think of worse ways to spend the night with way worse company.” She winked taking a sip walking around the bar.

Billy felt his face getting hot after that comment. But when she walked over to him behind the bar his heart started to beat so fast, he was scared she would be able to hear it. He stood still afraid his actions would show his emotions. Billy felt Y/N’s hand on his shoulder, he looked over to see her walk passed him towards the stereo. “I’m glad this old piece of junk still works.” She said with her back towards Billy, swaying a little at the song.

He couldn’t help himself, he placed his hands on her shoulders turning her around to face him, his eyes roaming her face. He closed his eyes, moving closer to her, but right before he wanted to kiss her, he couldn’t help but think of Becca. So, he stopped himself, touching her forehead with his and whispered, “Maybe we need to get started.”

Y/N felt his strong hands leave her skin, she almost wanted to whimper when he took a step back.

She could have sworn he wanted this as much as she did, she saw it in his eyes. He looked like a man possessed with her, the hunger in his eyes the way he licked his lips. All of that changed within a second, his eyes turned cold and so did his posture.

Each of them started to paint on another corner of the room. Y/N could feel the awkwardness throughout the room. She kept looking over at Billy, but he kept his eyes on the wall, his expression looking like a teenager who was punished.

“Billy, you don’t have to do this, if you... I don’t know, want to go home you can leave.” She said turning towards him, throwing her brush in the bucked. “You want me to leave?” He said not looking at her. “That’s not what I said, I ...” She sights “I just don’t what it to be awkward between us.” He stopped painting but still wasn’t looking at her, so she continued. “Listen, I like you being here, I know we only met a few weeks ago but... I’ve had a rough couple of months and being with you, even when things are shitty, being with you makes me happy.”

She took a few steps towards him. “And I know that you at least feel... something when you are with me.”

Her words made him look up at her. She was right, he liked being with her, she was the opposite of his live, the peace he needs, the light he missed in the dark.

“I can’t drag you into my mess.” He said laying down the brush.

“You won’t.” She answered.

“My job, my life it’s, so fucked up.”

“So, is mine.” she said soft.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” he walked over to her, slowly.

“That won’t happen.”

“I’m horrible at sharing my feelings. I have secrets I can never tell you and I have trust issues.” he said standing in front of her, holding one hand on her neck.

“I don’t care.”

He thought for a second. “I can’t cook.”

She laughs soft laying he head in his hand. “Oh no, so horrible.”

He felt her hands on his chest, he looked at them before he looked back at her lips. Closing the space between them. Kissing her soft lips, tasting her was better than he had imagined.

His large hands cupped her neck and cheek while he lowered his lips. Y/N felt his lips touch hers, she would have thought he felt rougher, but they were surprisingly soft. She felt a spark starting at their joined lips traveling all over her body, her hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Billy’s tongue touched her bottom lip, asking for permission which she gladly granted him. The kiss quickly heated, both of them starting to breath heavier, moving their hands over each other's body.

Billy walked Y/N backwards, but she tripped over the carpet that was covered in plastic and fell on to the floor, Billy couldn’t hold her in time and fell beside her on his knees with one hand beside Y/N’s head. “Oh my god... how romantic.” She couldn’t contain her laugh saying that.

Billy was still focussed on her. He moved a small piece of hair out of her face and kissed her again, hovering over her. She felt his hand moving lower over her side holding her, pulling himself closer. He quickly made sure their breaths were deep and full of lust again. She could feel the weight of his body on top of her. And when his lips moved to her neck, she couldn’t hold back the soft moan.

His hand moved under her shirt feeling his callused fingers over her stomach, between her breasts back to her neck, before she could lift herself so that he could take them off. That same hand moved to one of her breasts, holding it over her bra. While his mouth was kissing and licking her neck. She could feel his breathing in her ear. “I want you.” he whispered so soft Y/N feared she misunderstood him. “Say that again.” she asked while her nails found their way to his back.

Billy lifted himself enough to look in her eyes. “I want you.” He repeated. Y/N pulled him in for a kiss. “Then take me.... I want you too.” she said between kisses.

Those words seemed to be the only thing that held you two back, Y/N helped Billy out of his shirt and opened his belt, as he took the rest off of his body, he then ripped your pants and panties down your legs while you unbuckled your bra. Billy Hovering back over you, almost covering your naked body, you could feel his hands move in between your thighs to where you wanted to feel him the most. Y/n’s back arched when his fingers found her wet folds, spreading them, while moving his finger up and down to her clit. “Fuck sweetheart, so wet already ey.” he hummed in her ear. Y/N wanted to answer but his finger entering her made her gasp for breath clinging to his shoulders.

Y/N felt his beard scratching her softly while he moved his lips towards her breast, licking her hardened nipple. Her hand flew to the back of his head, moaning his name. “Tell me luv, how long has it been?”... “How long ago when someone made you feel good, worshipped that wet cunt of yours?” He added a second finger curling into that spot rubbing his palm against her clit. By the way his hand and lips moved she knew Billy wouldn’t want to make love to her, he wanted to fuck her. She felt that the lust he was building drove him wild and so did she. She could feel the fire in her stomach building. “Billy... don’t stop... Please.” She begged him. She could see the satisfaction in his smirk. “Do it, I want to feel you come on my finger before I fuck you so hard you won’t be able stand.” That was all she needed to hear.

Billy pushed her over the edge, but before she could take a breath, he already thrusted his cock in her without a warning. He felt her clench around him, he kissed her soft. “Relax luv.” He said looking at her face. “Just wait sec, ok? I’m not used to... your size.” She said out of breath, kissing him back. Those words made him twitch inside her. He pulled back slightly before thrusting in her. He heard her hiss soft. “I’ll go slow.” he said looking at her. She smiled “No you won’t.” biting his collar bone softly.

She heard Billy grown, holding her shoulders, his thrusts became rougher every time he pulled back and slammed back in until he found a rough and steady pace. Y/N’s moans turned into prayers singing his name, she noticed how he loved her nails scratching his back, pulling his hair while her teeth bit his neck and shoulder. The noises he made, made her even wetter. She wrapped her knees around his hips. “Oh Billy... harder. Don’t... hold back.” - “Say that again.” - “Harder... Fuck me harder.” Y/N could feel her second orgasm building. Her nails dug deep into his skin when the rush of her orgasm moved over her body. Billy pulled out short after, holding his cock while his head fell on her breast breathing hard. She could feel his warm seed dripping on her thigh and abdomen.

“Sorry for the mess.” He said kissing her shoulder before getting up to find a towel. “I just didn’t know if you wanted me to...” - “Oh no, good thinking.” she said.

They both got dressed. “So, what now?” she asked him while watching him closing the buttons of his shirt. “Here let me.” He looked at her, cupping her face again kissing her passionately. “All I know is that I want more of this, more of you. And I don’t mean just sex.”

“Take it slow?” she said laughing slightly.

“You know we won’t.” he grinned.

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Medkit & reader who is Subspace’s sibling!

first request by @subspacekisser1, sorry if this is out of character! ;-; I’m new to Phighting 😭

The low murmur of customers added to the relaxing atmosphere of Slingshot’s Café. The two of you just completed a long and intense phight, and Medkit sat next to you, quietly sipping from a cup of black coffee.

In his opinion, any of the SFOTH deities showing up during a phight can and will always be a pain in the arse- and it just so happened that Firebrand showed up. His team wasn't the brightest, too…

"Skateboard, watch out. Your knee and elbow guards won't save you from third-degree burns, and neither will they save you from your medical bills.”

“Relax, Medkit! What’s the worst that can happpen?”

As he skated on to harass the enemy Biograft, a star-shaped symbol appeared on the ground in front of him.

It was orange. Orange…like blazing flames. Flames that could only come from one deity…

"Skateboard, watch your-"

Medkit was cut off by a yell from Skateboard as a column of fire shot up directly underneath him.

"-step...gosh, I don't get paid enough for this.”

Running towards Skateboard, Medkit was about to prepare a crystal to heal Skateboard’s burns when a panicked scream could be heard.

Boombox had been backed into a corner by a column of fire. He still got hit somehow, and now the opposing Biograft was charging towards the injured Boombox like a raging bull, swinging its energy swords as its eyes, despite being a robot, held some sort of bloodlust in its orange glow.

Medkit sighed. This will be annoying, he thought.

Using a crystal to heal Skateboard, Medkit used his free hand and prepared more crystals to teleport to Boombox. In the corner of Medkit’s eye, he caught a glimpse of light shining against tinted glass. Quickly dropping to the ground, Medkit barely avoided Hyperlaser’s shot, his helmet giving away his position and acting as Medkit’s saving grace.

Weaving between Hyperlaser’s relentless attacks and Firebrand’s flames was chicken feet compared to dealing with one person and one person alone.

Subspace.

And it just so happened that he was on the opposing team.

“Come on, Meddy!! Let’s have some fun, shall we?!”

Oh, dear Illumina…

Because of this, he was exhausted, and collapsed on a nearby bench once the phight was over. You had to drag him up yourself- he was too tired to get off.

Now, here you two were, sipping your drinks at Slingshot’s Café, watching demons pace back and forth between different shops, either running errands or just strolling around to enjoy the crisp air.

Medkit seemed to be lost in thought, however. He drank his black coffee silently, staring into space, not saying a word. Usually, when you two hung out like this after a phight, Medkit would occasionally start some small talk…but today was different. His eyes were glazed over, and you couldn’t help but notice something was off.

You were about to wave a hand in front of Medkit’s eyes to catch his attention and make sure he’s okay when he suddenly turned to you, his expression slightly more serious than usual.

“(Y/n), I am a bit concerned pertaining to you.”

You glanced at him, confused. What happened? Why was he concerned? This was uncommon, too. Medkit, the meticulous doctor who would always plan everything three steps ahead, being concerned about you?

You nodded- a sign for him to go on.

Medkit took a deep breath and, after a brief pause, continued.

“Subspace is on the opposing team. You of all people should be the most familiar as to what he is capable of, all of his malicious acts…yet you still hold back against him. You stop yourself. I see the doubt, the split second where you decide whether or not to attack him. I’ve also noticed that this applies to him and him alone, no matter who else we’re fighting against.

So I must ask…why do you hesitate?”

You tense up, not knowing how to respond. You can feel Medkit’s expectant gaze on you, silently coercing a satisfactory answer from you.

You knew that the only satisfactory answer would be the truth…but the truth would be too painful for Medkit to accept.

This was not how you wanted him to find out.

Regardless, you knew that with how much detail he paid to the most trivial of tasks, he’d find out sooner or later.

Better sooner than later, anyway.

You sighed, prepared to face whatever came next.

“Medkit…the truth is…Subspace is my brother.”

At your words, Medkit froze. Out of all the possible reasons and responses you could have gave him, this was not one of them. He had no idea…one of his best friends, the sibling of his sworn enemy? Impossible…

He gingerly sat his cup of black coffee onto the saucer, making a soft clink.

“You can’t be serious…? You knew what he did to me…and yet you never bothered to tell me that he was your brother?”

Things weren’t playing out in your favour here…

“I’m sorry, Medkit. I never wanted you to find out this way…but it’s the truth.”

Medkit stared at you, his usually stoic face now containing a plethora of emotion…all conveying a single emotion- horror. He felt absolute revulsion. How could his friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, be related to the very person who ripped out his eye? But then again, deep down…he didn’t want to change his perception of you. You were who you were, not Subspace. You weren’t Subspace. You never treated him harshly, like nothing more than a lab assistant…you treated him like a genuine friend. You showed care towards him, care which he never experienced in Blackrock…

Medkit glanced down at his half-finished cup of coffee. His reflection stared back at him, his only remaining eye speaking thousands of words. The eyes were the windows to the soul, he knew, and his one remaining eye conveyed not only consternation and hatred…but also sadness and betrayal. Why didn’t you tell him sooner? Did you worry about his reaction?

Did you not trust him enough?

You waved a hand in front of Medkit, trying to get his attention.

“Medkit…? You alright…?”

Medkit quietly rested his head on the edge of the table, sighing quietly.

“I’m fine. It’s just…an old and unresolved conflict.”

You knew what he was talking about- the incident with Subspace. Your best friend’s mortal enemy was your brother. But a friend’s a friend, and no matter how much people say that family comes first, you’d always prioritise Medkit’s safety- he was your best friend and stuck with you every step of the way.

“…it’s fine, I’ll make sure Subspace doesn’t hurt you, alright, Meds?”

Medkit knew Subspace having an easier shot at hurting him was only a small portion of the issue- he’d been through that for too long anyway, and he was used to it. The real issue was the shock that came with finding out his best friend was related to his sworn enemy.

Nevertheless, he knew he could count on you.

“…alright, (Y/n). I trust you.”

and first req done! thanks again for requesting! sry for the delay btw, I had sch work to do ;-;

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in-death-we-fall · 11 months

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Slipknot

Calculated Carnage: The Numbers Don’t Lie

By Paul Gargano (google drive link)

Ten years ago, the Limelight was a landmark for bands who performed in New York City. Women danced in cages suspended from vaulted ceilings, stained glass surrounded a stage elevated on what used to be an altar and men and women mingled in lines for the unisex bathrooms. Built as a church decades earlier, the site had since been deconsecrated, converted to a nightclub, and angel-shaped disco balls hung where a crucifix was once suspended. It was the perfect–not to mention haunting and eerie–setting for the inspired debauchery of sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll that made the late ‘80s and early ‘90s such revered times. And almost a decade later, recently reopened, it was the perfect venue to host the live chaos that is Slipknot.

Had there still been cages, more timid members of the crowd may have fled for them, seeking sanctity from the madness that overwhelmed the mosh pit, a floor previously occupied by rows of pews. In stark contrast to the gothic styling of the stained glass that overlooked them, Slipknot’s red jumpsuits were bright and glaring, punching into the flashing strobes and lights that lit the stage and sold-out crowd. It was a venue far too small for Slipknot–who had made their network television debut only hours earlier on Late Night With Conan O’Brien–but what it lacked in size, it made up for in character, with fans occupying choir lofts that overlooked the insanity.

It’s been a whirlwind year for Slipknot, and post-show was no exception, where #1 and #2–drummer Joey and bassist Paul, who both founded the band with #6, custom-percussionist Shawn–took some time away from the post-show madness to offer their insight behind the band that has taken the world by storm over the past year. They left the following morning for a European tour that was ultimately cut short by a personal issue at home–says Joey, “When you get a call that brings you back to where your whole mind should be, you’ve gotta take care of that stuff first and foremost”–and in the midst of planning this summer’s anticipated Tattoo The Earth tour with Sevendust and Coal Chamber, are already at work on their sophomore album, which they hope to release early next year. Who knew Des Moines, Iowa could be so inspiring?

METAL EDGE: Looking at what’s going on with today’s hard rock/metal scene, it’s starting to look a bit like the rap industry, with all the separate camps and alliances. #1 (JOEY): Honestly, that type of shit disgust’s (sic) me. #2 (PAUL): We don’t need it. It’s not that we’re going out of our way, we just say what we feel, so either take it or leave it. Korn opened a lot of doors when they came out, and that’s that. Limp Bizkit, well, I’m not going to go there… Wes [Borland] is a good guitar player. It’s scary. I picked up a magazine yesterday with a “Slipknot vs. Limp Bizkit” poll for fans to vote on, and it came out to be Slipknot over Limp Bizkit like 70% to 30%. I don’t know how that happened and I’m very worried about… I mean, you got a magazine that caters to the teenybopper metal crowd, and you’ve got every fucking issue with Korn, Marilyn Manson, Limp Bizkit and Orgy. And now Slipknot’s in every issue–I don’t like that. The thing is, I guess I can’t help it because if it matters that much to the kids, I say, “thank you.” You know how appreciative we all are, you’ve hung out with the band. You know how humble we all are about what’s happening to all of us. But, when the next record comes out, our record label is not going to fucking hear it until it’s done. No one’s going to hear it. No studio reports. There’s not going to be anything done. We’re going back to our old, old, old fucking dingy practice room with my mom coming down and fucking doing laundry in the middle of practice. That’s the way it needs to be done because we’ve accomplished this on writing music that we thought filled our emotional need. Now, the emotional need has been magnified so much because of the experiences we’ve been through, so it’s just gonna be a massively, apocalyptic, totally sick and disgusting record.

ME: Do you realize the impact you’re having on your fans? I was at your instore in New York City and it was more enthusiastic than any I’d seen before. Your fans really seem to connect with you. #1: Yeah, well that’s the thing. People always talk about needing to branch out and try different things, and I’m okay with that. We want to get our music out to different crowds, but I sometimes don’t. I wanna make sure that we please the fans that were there from the beginning and understood every aspect when no one else understood. I wanna make sure that that fan remains happy for every record. We expected to sell maybe 150-200,000 records–And not until after two years of touring. Well, I guess we filled a void in those kids… They needed this band for awhile. That’s the whole thing, I don’t necessarily want to lump myself in with those bands because I feel we have nothing in common with them, but I give total respect to Korn because on their first fucking record they opened up so many doors and they did something completely original. You’ve got the mainstay, bands like Black Sabbath, and they’re got a bunch of imitators, but there’s only one Black Sabbath. I’m not a fan of Limp Bizkit, but there’s only one of them–Even though they came after Korn. You’ve got the Deftones and stuff, they all have very energetic and very, at times, liberating music. Limp Bizkit I can’t get into, I’m not a fan, and I think we’re the total opposite of a lot of that stuff that band stands for. It’s for some people, it’s not for some people, and I don’t want to be liked by everyone–That’s the scary thing. It’s so weird that so many people have identified with what we’re doing now–It’s very scary. #2: Yes! And it’s amazing, too, because we don’t get a lot of help from the radio and MTV like these other bands. We occasionally get our video played, and there are some radio stations, but it just proves that the kids need something different. They’re sick of the same old shit being pumped down their throats.

ME: There’s an extra psychological burden, “We’re not just a band anymore, we’re a cultural force.” Did you ever want that? #1: You know what? Yes, I have, and I love the fact, I’m very fucking fortunate and grateful. I do not want to decrease it in any way. I do want to make it bigger. I wanna make it bigger by keeping the fire real and by keeping the emotion and all that shit real. And not worrying about my record label breathing down my neck like they did last time for rough mixes and fucking, “Can you try and make…” No! Ther’s why the ante has been upped on making such a fucking… You could even say it’s overcompensated and fucking disjointed as far as our personalities are concerned. We were going to record in May, but we’re going to stay out and tour because the demand for the record and the demand for us to tour now is so huge in the States–We haven’t been there, we really haven’t toured since early January and that was only like two-and-a-half weeks. Our shows were sold-out, but now we’re selling 30,000 copies a week and we’re beating the system by being played on MTV–which I’m not a fan of–and radio stations like the L.A. K-Rock and the New York K-Rock. I guess I thank them for playing us–We could have it a lot worse–but the fact is, the next record probably wouldn’t turn out the same because we’ve been through a lot of experiences now. We’re going to work so hard on it and I think it’s going to be so ground-breaking for the fact that when you go through all the things we’ve just gone through, it will never be like this again. That’s why it’s very hard for a lot of bands to copy their first record and I love that people say that. Our first record is that good. It is a very pinnacle-type album. I’m so glad that people say that because I still have that hunger that I had when I was fucking playing in front of three people in Lincoln, Nebraska with a bartender and then a cat outside, grasshoppers and fucking crickets. We are maintaining that type of a focus. #2: When we started this band, I knew it was something kids needed. I didn’t think it would be like this, but I had a feeling. Nothing’s settled in yet. We’re on the road playing shows, and that’s basically all that’s settled in! Get up and play another show! [Laughing]

ME: But it’s not enough to just “play another show” every night, you guys are beating the crap out of each other and takin’ bumps. #2: Who wants to see a band up onstage staring at their shoes? That’s not entertaining. We definitely have our bruises and our sore body parts after shows, but once we get the masks and coveralls on, I could have a broken leg and still go out there. In Australia, I tore cartilage in my knee, I couldn’t bend it, and I just taped it up really well and went out there. Shawn’s played with broken ribs. We just don’t feel the pain.

ME: You need to look into some aspirin endorsements! #2: Advil would be real nice! [Laughing] It hurts, the masks aren’t comfortable at all–it would be awesome to play in shorts and a t-shirts (sic), but that’s not us. After the show we can rest all we want.

ME: There’s a definite sense of surprise in your stage show, you never know what’s happening next. Does anyone ever take it too far and cross the line? #1: No. It can never go too far. Never too over-the-top. For a band like us, that’s the first sign of us not being what we stand for.

ME: Joey, from your vantage point onstage what do you see looking out from behind your kit? What goes through your head? #1: Honestly, I can’t even put that in words. You’re the first person that ever asked me that, but it’s something that I think about every day. I guess I see the other side of when I was in the audience watching Slayer or Metallica. I’m usually the first person out onstage, and everytime I come out there are literally tears. I really can’t explain it, it’s so grand, it’s so bigger than words. Literally, I’m getting cracked up just talking about it.

ME: Did you anticipate this kind of success, this fast? #1: Well, sometimes, but that’s just society’s control. Welcome it. If it happens this fast, welcome it and use it to your advantage and make sure that you… Like I said, I thanks all of our fans so much for fucking supporting what we have done, because it’s made me not wanna fucking destroy myself. Back in Des Moines, I thought I was literally going to die if I didn’t get to do this. I get to do it now. But, the whole thing is, when you climb one mountain, it’s time to make sure the next mountain gets climbed and the next one .And you gotta re-evaluate the goal because we got this many people on our side now. It’s like Guns N’ Roses coming so fucking fast, the next thing you know, the dude hasn’t put out a record in like a decade. Like Mike Patton, probably one of the most fucking insane performers and songwriters of the decade–He is so underrated, went on to sell millions of albums in the early ‘90s, and continually turned around and spit in everyone’s faces by putting out albums with some of the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard. We always say that if things get too big, too fast, if there’s no room for the band to grow because we’ve already accomplished so much, it’ll be time for the band to stop. Johnny Rotten said that the easiest thing to do is stop being a rock star if you don’t want to be one anymore–I thought that statement had so much integrity, and it’s had such an impact on me. I think about that quote every day. #2: It’s amazing. Just to be able to see the country and play these shows for kids all over the place, it’s the most amazing thing. I can’t believe people get paid to do this. I would pay to do this! It rules, I can’t ask for anything more. I just sit back, smile, and if there’s any bullshit, I just smile and let it go on by without bothering me.

ME: Do you think there’s a need for rock stars in society today? #1: Yes, because I needed them, and if I didn’t have them I wouldn’t be where I’m at. It’s like giving two cents back to the music that meant so much to me growing up–Black Sabbath, Slayer, Venom and Mercyful Fate. I showed up at the Clash of the Titans tour long before anyone else did because I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom Araya, and last summer, I got to hang out with him. That’s a weird thing, but I needed it to become who I am today. That’s why I’ll welcome it if it’s happened this fast, because people obviously needed it. When we were practicing for pre-production of our album, we were in the same rehearsal space as KISS. I was drawing their logos all over my books in school, now we were practicing next to them, we were standing outside listening to their whole set. The funny thing was, when they all left the room, we were stealing sticks and stuff! It’s being that fan, because we still are that. On OZZfest, I’d watch Slayer from the front row every day, not like a rock star standing on the side of the stage with a laminate.

ME: Has being from Des Moines had a lot to do with your development? #1: Absolutely. From day one. Had we come from L.A. or New York, we would not have the band that we have. Honestly, we grasped on to something early on that meant something so much, then you take that and revel in it, building, building and building, practicing, practicing and practicing, and creating, creating and creating. You magnify those three things, you keep it going and you network, and if you can do that coming from where we’ve come from, you can do it anywhere, because it was a virtual black hole that Corey describes as a graveyard with buildings. #2: It’s weird, it’s almost impossible to get A&R people to Iowa. Half the people don’t even know where it is–”Iowa, isn’t that the potato state?” No, it’s corn country. No one wants to go to Des Moines for their weekend! Finally, Ross Robinson came out and said that regardless of the label, he’ll do the record. Now there are people looking all over Iowa for bands, but there’s just the one and only… People were hoping it would be the “new metal Mecca,” but it’s only us! There area (sic) few good blues bands out here, though.

ME: How long was Slipknot in the making? #1: Ten years in the making. From the day I started playing drums, the day I started playing guitar. Me, Paul and Shawn started the band. Paul and I were playing in different side projects, and I met all those other guys because we’d set up shows with friends’ bands and we’d be playing for each other. There was no one in the audience. When you put up a flier you’d get fined $50. There’s no audience. Not a fucking person. And we had no money because we spent it all (sic) drum stands and guitar strings, struggling to buy that shit. There were no newspapers or radio stations that would tell you about the bands. No doubt, man, all this stuff that’s happened to the band? You don’t even hear about it there. We go home and it’s like we never left. A girl that was on Jenny Jones was big news, but Des Moines doesn’t recognize the gold album, selling out all our shows, being on Conan O’Brien, doing OZZfest. They do’t even write about it. You wouldn’t believe it, but it’s the truth. It just goes back to show me why that place is so fucking special, because it’s such an integral part of making music. I’m glad it’s still like that, because when I go back home, the only thing I want to do is get back on tour, work hard on writing music and stay doing that until the album’s finished.

ME: Was there a certain point where you had the vision that would evolve into Slipknot? #2: Well, it wasn’t planned, it definitely evolved. The lack of anything in Des Moines definitely fueled it, and we just went from there. When we got together, we didn’t have any rules about what it would be, we just got together and the nine people made it what it is. All day, every day, that’s what the band is. The band’s my life, it means everything, it’s my family. It’s what I love the most, and it’s what I hate the most.

ME: It sounds like you’ve accomplished more than you ever hoped to, what’s next? #2: For now, just doing our shows and being with my best friends. But in the long term, it’s going to be world domination. That’s what we’re trying to accomplish. #1: Once you climb one mountain you need to reevaluate and climb another one. We’re going to continue to tour and knock it out, all the way through Tattoo. Then we’d like to go into the studio. Then the next step is to take the most anticipated disjointed, apocalyptic, gross-sounding, disgusting type of exorcism you can imagine and put them all on one record. Every song will be twice what every song on the last album was. It’s all about the band maintaining the good attitude and integrity, and the same fire and hunger that we’ve had, and taking that and magnifying it and making a way better album. #2: Our next record is going to be over the fucking top. It’s going to be stupid!

ME: With things blowing up so fast, what are you proudest of as a band? #2: I’m proudest every day of just being in this band. What blows me away most of all is the fact that I get to do it. The fact that I’m in a band with my best friends, playing songs that we wrote in a basement, and seeing all the emotion from people who come out and get it every night. #1: Our middle finger attitude. How we’ve beaten the system in less than a year, all eyes have turned, and we’ve answered to nobody. That’s why I’m glad it happened as fast as it did. Hard work over time? Sure, good things come, but when it happens that fast it’s more poignant and people remember it more. It’s freaky and it’s very surreal, but that’s why I did welcome it. There’s a reason it happened so fast, because those kids need to stand for something. That’s why I think the next record may shun some people. Is it too over the top? No, it can’t be.

ME: Are you afraid of being “too metal”? #1: We’re fully metal, and we’ve always said that. People are afraid of that word because when Pearl jam and Nirvana came they were supposed to make music more open-minded, but they really made it more closed-minded than ever. We’ll always be a metal band.

ME: You were offered OZZfest this year, why not do it again? It’s a big risk headlining your own tour. #1: There are a lot of reasons why we didn’t do it. It was very cool to do it, but I don’t need an encore performance of it. The Tattoo tour wasn’t our concept, someone came up with it and brought it to us and it was something that we were into. We stepped in. It’s cool to start something from the ground up and not know if it’s going to work. I like everything to be very unpredictable, like playing a show.

ME: It seems like you guys have just gone out of your way to defy everyone in any position of power. Is that conscious? #1: No, because we’ve always done it and we still don’t make any money–There are nine people in this band! The stage manager will come up to us before the show and say, “Please don’t burn anything on the stage, don’t throw your drums, don’t break anything…” Well, that’s a bad thing to tell us, because we’re in debt anyway. Break it all, spend all the money! We’re not making any smart fucking business calls! That’s what lawyers and managers are for. It’s all about being in the moment and being in the vibe, and you can’t deny that. If you deny human feelings, you’re a fraud. #2: I think people are drawn to honesty. Who wants smoke blown up their ass? People want to know that we’re for real. People are drawn to it because they’re sick of all the other bullshit.

ME: We’ve heard about a lot of the bands that you don’t get along with, what are some of the bands you really respect? #1: Amen. They’re very good friends of ours and have the same type of fire even though they create a different style of music. I’m a very big fan of Mike Patton’s [Faith No More] projects and the Melvins. I respect all those guys because they don’t care. They make music just for themselves, they don’t let outside influences get to them.

ME: If you could leave your fans with any one message, what would it be? #2: Be yourselves and don’t fuckin’ worry about everyone else. Do your own shit… And, thanks! From the bottom of our hearts, we thank every kid who’s ever bought our album, checked the website out, or given us any support. If it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t be doing this interview, so from the bottom of our hearts, thank you.

#if you want anything else from this scanned lemme know!#slipknot #joey jordison #paul gray #metal edge 46-3 jul 2000 #interview #god i love this one 😭

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godsoflightmusic · 2 months

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my reasons for each member + original image under the cut:

coups (great helm) - i feel like he would choose the most intimidating one and this one would just fit with his big sturdy body <3

jeonghan (barbute) - he needs to have his mouth relatively free so that he can use psychological warfare but this helmet would also go great with a huge jacket which is a must for him

joshua (sallet) - he's a wild card honestly... i can kinda see him owning multiple designer medieval helmets, but i feel like the sallet seems kinda fancy which suits him. i could also see him in the barbute to match jh tho

jun (armet) - the armet was made for jun i mean just look at the slayful profile and the head shape it would fit him like a glove

hoshi (armet) - i feel like the armet is the most tiger-like of all of the options here. hoshi would probably paint some stripes and whiskers on it or customize it in some other way

wonwoo (kettle hat) - this seems like the only glasses-friendly option and also he's a little bit of a loser (<3 <3) which fits the vibe of this option loll

woozi (sallet) - it's kinda reminiscent of his necessary helmet (see: bss comeback gose) so i think he could make some good music in it and the piece in the back would make him look like a little bug

minghao (frog-mouth) - duh but also i think he would appreciate the sculptural/avant-garde quality of this one

mingyu (hounskull) - mingyu wants the most protection possible so i was thinking absolute, full coverage, but it could also be a problem since he need to be able to look down more bc of his height..... idk

dk (spangenhelm) - the chainmail matches his arthur costume somewhat and he would also want to be in a helmet that doesn't trap his voice inside with him like a mini echo chamber

seungkwan (bascinet) - i feel like he might get scared if his whole head was covered up, and, as a bonus, there’s a possibility of modifying the helmet so that he could wear his navy baseball hat

vernon (hounskull) - the silhouette is reminiscent of the strawberry game from boomily outing, which suited him like no one else. also imagine a kenzo hounskull it would be so crazy cool

dino (great helm) - this is a purely instinctual choice. for some reason i just feel like this would suit him so well… like i can just see this helmet on his shoulders and it fits

#seventeen #svt #scoups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #minghao #mingyu #dokyeom #seungkwan #vernon #dino #mine #these choices were basically arbitrary but i did end up putting a lot of thought into how i justified each of them lolll #but if anybody thinks differently i would loveee to hear why #i also had a great time screenshotting a little icon for each of them

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klausluvr · 11 months

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Fuck Me To Death — A Klaus Mikaelson Smut (18+)

The plot of this is a little similar to my first smut ‘True Pleasure’, but this one is messierrrr. Nastierrrrr. Different OC, though, of course.

Summary: You and Klaus’ relationship has been tumultuous of late. So difficult to the point that you guys impulsively cut things off, and neither of you are willing to beg. Since then, you two have been at each other’s necks for any given reason you can think of. However, you might have gone a little too far with your latest trick. Klaus finds out some deadly information, and he is furious. Oh, tell him it’s not true. Even if it’s a lie.

TW: a little violence between Klaus and OC. This is dark. Proceed with caution.

She burst through the doors of Rousseau’s with mischief dancing in her eyes, her hips swaying, and her shoulder length tight curls bouncing in her step. She was dressed in a leather jacket and a tight black dress underneath that went to her knees, matched cleanly with some black kitten heels. Light pearls decorated her neck, and gold earrings hung from her ears. Her lips were crimson, in the shape of a soft pout.

Why was she here tonight? Simply, she was bored. Her current temporary lover was busy tonight; she wanted another, and she knew just how to get it.

While scouring the bar for a pretty face, she ordered a glass of white wine at the bar.

“I haven’t seen you here for a little while. How have you been?” asked the blonde bartender.

“Well,” she began. “Things have been hectic to say the least.” she said, laughing a little bit in between a word or two.

The bartender nodded, a knowing smile on your face. “I gather that Klaus has been giving you trouble. I get it — men love to pull their stunts, don’t they? It’s like they live for it.”

She laughed again. “I don’t know, mind,” she said as the bartender handed her the glass of white. “I’m a little bit of a bad girl myself. A man barks, and I always feel the need to bite.”

“All the best girls are bad, honey.” the bartender told her. “Just don’t get yourself caught.” She winked at her before diverting her attention to another customer.

She looked at the kind bartender for a moment, a little smile on her face before too, turning her attention elsewhere. She quickly noticed a brunette in the corner of a bar alone. As she slid her way over to the man, she felt a claw-like hand pull at her shoulder.

“Back. Now.” growled the voice behind the claw before slipping away.

She chuckled to herself as she followed the voice into the back of the bar. When she was there, she shut the door behind her. “What do you want from me, Klaus?”

His eyes were wide, his eyebrows furrowed. His jaw was clenched. “The birds have been chirping, sweet girl:” He wore a large trench coat, a black shirt and jeans underneath it.

She lent on a counter, crossing one leg over the other. “And what songs have they been singing?”

Klaus laughed to himself sardonically, resentment lathering the sound. He was hoping to god — if there were one — that she would tell him it wasn’t true. That she would laugh loudly, shake her head and grimace at the thought of the rumour holding any sort of weight. But he also knew that she was a woman of tricks when pissed off. And she has been little but pissed off with him these past weeks.

“They’re saying that, uh,” he began, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “They’re saying you’re fucking Lucien Castle.”

In response, she widened her eyes and took a sharp breath in through her nose. She lent her elbows on the counter behind her, placing the wine next to her, and pushed out her chest. “Do you believe it?” she asked him.

His breathing was almost ragged. “I don’t want to,” he spoke. “Tell me it’s not true,” he whispered. His face was the image of the intertwining of desperation and rage; his brows were still furrowed, and his jaw was still clenched, but his eyes were full of tears threatening to break loose onto his cheeks, and his mouth pulled downwards to a little frown.

“Come on now.” she said before sighing. She could feel her joints tingle in anticipation of the storm that was about to wash over them both. Their fights had grown stale, clawing at each other’s neck for the same things over and over: Klaus’ selfishness, her selfishness, how he’s been ruining all of his relationships, her clinginess, and, well, Aurora de Martel. So, she took a step further. She crossed a line no one believed she would ever cross.

It was like he was frozen in time. His eyes, set on her, were entirely empty of any emotion, his brows creased. His hand was covering the lower half of his face. She looked at his chest to find that he wasn’t breathing. Tears burned his eyes. “Tell me it’s not true.”

“Do you really think I wouldn’t sleep with him?”

Before she knew it, his features had rotted into pure rage: his jaw was tense like it could shatter at any second, his hands shook, veins pulsated through his forehead, and his eyes were bloodshot and wide. In his eyes, she could see the homicides about to take place before he even moved a muscle. A long time ago, she would have been afraid; his reactions would have made her fear she was next. But Klaus couldn’t kill her, he wanted her too much. Whether love was in the question or not, there would always be lust. Lust made her safe.

Face to face with her, Klaus wrapped a hand around her neck. His features had calmed, but there was still murder in his eyes. His tone was merciless, yet calmer than ever. “Ah, well, yes, that is my mistake. What I do know is that you’ll do anything for a good fuck, won’t you? No matter what bridges you burn, no matter who you hurt, as long as there’s a hand wrapped around your neck and a cock inside you, you’re squealing with excitement.” As the cruel words left his mouth and entered her system, the hand around her neck tightened and tightened. A small, high pitched involuntary voice left her open mouth, but her eyes were as dark as his. As if an instinct, she held onto his arm as he strangled her.

The light in her eyes eventually began to fade as her breath left her lungs. She didn’t attempt to fight it off with the knowledge that he wouldn’t kill her, not that she could win against his hand. Watching this happen, Klaus weakened his grasp on her throat, making her gasp for air and shut her eyes tightly.

She said nothing for a short while, still holding onto his arms loosely as her body regulated itself from the assault. When she began to feel alive again, her mouth twisted into a devilish smile, her eyes still closed.

Klaus tensed his features again in confusion, and also in guilt. His ex-lover could sense these exact emotions as she opened her eyes again.

“You like the idea of me fucking Lucien, Klaus? How’s it make you feel?” she asked, a scowl twitching at her lip.

“How’s it make me feel?!” he repeated. “The sight of your bodies tangled together in his bed makes me want to rip the two of you apart.” His eyes travelled back and forth from her’s and the bruise on her neck fading away.

She laughed, a little breathlessly as she was still regaining her consciousness. She dropped his hand. “You’d never kill me, though, baby. Who would there be to need?”

Klaus scoffed. With his index finger of the same hand he used to strangle her, he raised her chin. “You’re a talent at stirring a man’s loins, sweetheart, and don’t we all know it.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself and spout lies to me. I don’t just fuck anyone, Klaus. I chose who I share my body with very carefully.”

“So it was diabolical.”

This made her scoff. She shook her head lightly. “Of course it was diabolical, malicious. You can wrap your hand around my neck so tight I lose my consciousness, but it will be you tearing around at night, sleepless because I made you so.”

Klaus took a sharp breath, looking between her eyes frantically. The urge to bite her until her lifeless body hit the floor and the urge to kiss her madly fought in his mind. He knew that the idea of him acting so brutal to her could only ever be a passing fantasy, nothing he could ever bring himself to do. His hand tingled, aching for violence.

“Open your mouth.” he demanded suddenly.

She fluttered her lashes before obeying. Then, he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, drawing blood from the soft flesh. She tilted her head back further, emitting a small moan so quiet that if he were not so close he might have missed it.

He snaked his free hand around her waist and grabbed at her as he retracted from her lips. He brought her face closer, holding the side of her head as he growled into her ear, “god, I fucking hate you.”

She looked up at him from the side, curling up her brows a little bit and shook her head. “You’re a liar,” she said.

“And you’re a whore.”

She chuckled. “Only when it suits me.”

There was silence for a few moments. Klaus was facing her again, searching her dark stare for any sign of remorse, and if not that, then sympathy, goddamn it. But he couldn’t find any, just lust, anger, and satisfaction that she had successfully tore his heart into two.

He was alright with the teasing, with the back and forth fights and malicious acts that dug splinters in his heart — but this, this was too much. To share herself with a man, once a friend, who now positioned himself as his enemy; to pleasure him and to be pleasured by him god knows how many times… all to get him back for hurting her. Images of what the two had done behind his back threatened his mind over and over as they stood skin to skin at the back of Rousseau's.

She hadn’t cheated as they weren’t together anymore, but that didn’t matter. She had proven herself disloyal to him, so reckless that she would do anything to hurt him, even if it meant he could hate her forever. Klaus knew he wouldn’t, he still loved her, and she knew that, too. Still, his heart had been torn to shreds.

She was still looking up at him, her eyes big, while a little squinted, and so, so stunningly. Her curls framed her face beautifully, what she wore hugged her figure to the nines, and the husky tone of her voice still sent him into overdrive.

Her naked body pressed against Lucien’s in his bed, her legs wrapped around his hips, mewling for more. That face she made when she came, her big doe eyes looking up at him like she loved him, her mouth open, breathless moans leaving her lips and finding their way into Lucien’s mind to remain forever. Klaus couldn’t bear it, so he would replace these images, these tormenting thoughts, with something that enraptured him entirely, maybe even something that made him forget.

He would fuck her at the back of Rousseu’s, and he would do so with all the rage in his body.

Klaus chuckled darkly, leaning in close to her face again. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweet girl. I’m gonna have my way with you in whatever way I choose, and you’re going to obey my every command — clear?”

His words, his dominance, were already making the smug look fade from her eyes, pure lust overtaking it. “Yes, Klaus,” she said softly.

Then, he kissed her hard, grabbing all over her body from her ass to her breasts, coaxing moans from her mouth as it moved with Klaus’. She held onto his face with both hands, pulling him closer and pushing out her chest to meet his.

Klaus wiped all the glasses off the counter that were in his way, the glasses violently smashing onto the floor. He lifted her onto the counter, tearing off her clothes.

She squealed as he tore her dress, throwing it across the room with her jacket. She then unclasped her bra as he tore off her thong.

“Going to ruin you,” he growled, “for what you did.”

“I’ve been ruined forever, baby.” she said, trying to take off his shirt.

He threw her hands off of him. “Only you will be naked when I fuck you to death, darling.”

“Oh, fuck me to death, Klaus,” she begged as he undid his belt, throwing it on the ground. He pulled down his jeans.

He slid his cock in between her folds slowly, his upper lip twitching as pleasure stirred in his stomach.

Her breath hitched, and her lashes fluttered. The look in his eyes told her what to do.

“I need you to fuck me, Klaus. You know you’re my favourite, daddy.”

“Ha, yet you forget it and allow others into your body instead.”

She shook her head, his cock playing on her clit. “I never, I never forget. I’m not capable of moving past you.”

Klaus shut his eyes, pain meeting his pleasure. He held onto her hips, his nails digging into her skin to the point of pain, and thrusted into her.

She cried out as he fucked her with abandon. She held onto his shoulders for support, needy sounds spilling out of her mouth.

“You better hope nobody can hear you.” Klaus spat.

She closed her eyes and smiled. “I don’t care.”

Klaus wrapped a hand around her neck, safely this time, and pulled, making her open her eyes again. “Eyes on me.”

She obeyed, watching his face as he fucked her. She was entranced by his beauty, his green-y blue eyes moving on all of her features cyclically, his plump pink lips stained pinker with remnants of her lipstick, his stubble creating shadows on his jaw. He was not only her favourite because of how incredible he fucked, but because she still loved him. There wasn’t a sensation she desired more than to be in his arms, be it out of love or hatred. Why else would she so vigorously be in pursuit of breaking his heart if he didn’t break hers first? Love, pleasure and resentment all took hostage of her body, elevating her higher and higher as she neared her orgasm.

Klaus pulled out of her suddenly, pulling her off the counter and turning her around. She leaned on the counter again and arched her back, looking behind her to watch him not only because he commanded, but because she wanted to see him.

He growled, slapping her ass then thrusted back into her at an inhumanly fast pace. She pushed her ass back each thrust he made, coaxing a beautiful moan to leave his mouth. He wanted to tell her how good of a girl she was so badly, but ultimately resisted.

“You like it when I fuck you like the whore you are in pubic, huh? You like being naked like this and mewling for more?”

Her gaze was hypnotic, drawing him in as if he wasn’t close enough. “I love it,” she said. “Fuck me to death, baby.”

He groaned, grabbing her ass and hitting it again. “I love it when you hate me,” she spoke, all breathy and husky. “Love it when you fuck me like you want me dead.”

Klaus gasped, pulling her hair back and held her back onto his chest. “You fucking tear me apart. I would kill you if I could.”

She laughed. “Yeah? How would you do it, honey?”

“I’d have you raw and open like this,” he began, struggling to think from the pleasure. The sights, sounds and sensations of her all over him made his mind blurry. “And I��d strangle you until you couldn’t breathe. You’d die just before you came.”

Fear simmered in her for the first time in a long time, and even worse, she liked it. She moaned at his fantasy, imagining it in her blurry mind as he did. They played out the fantasy of her murder together, both of them nearing closer to their orgasms.

“Why don’t you do it then?“

Klaus untangled his hand that was in her hair and used it to cover her mouth. “You’ll shut up if you know what’s best for you.”

She hummed, then licked his hand. He took this as an invitation to slide two fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them, grabbing her breasts. Klaus groaned in her ear.

As they got closer to their releases, the pleasure only intensified. His fingers muffled her moans, whereas he kept his quiet. He wasn’t too fond of the idea of Rousseau's hearing him in this state.

The coil in her stomach was about to snap, and he knew this by the way she was breathing, by how she was clenching around him. It only brought him closer.

“Touch yourself.” he told her, and she did. She reached in between her thighs and circled her clit in time with his thrusts. She squeal-like moan told him she was about to cum.

“Hold it. Wait for me.”

She nodded, her eyes rolling back. With her other hand she reached back and held his face.

He pulled out again, turning her over and positioning her back on the counter. He spread her legs wide, holding her throat again with one hand and her hip with the other. That look in her eye brought him over the end. Just as his orgasm hit him, he allowed hers. “Now.”

They both gasped, entirely enraptured in each other’s gazes. She mewled his name louder than she intended as she came, her body shaking and writhing under his hold. Klaus groaned, not almost as loud, though.

She closed her eyes, recovering from her orgasm. He watched her, a myriad of emotions swimming through him.

After a few moments, she opened her eyes spoke. “You’re a riot, daddyo.” she said with a warm grin.

“It’s you who sets the storms, my girl.”

She laughed, this time sweetly. There was no hint of anger in her eyes, only… was that joy? “You’re my favourite for a reason.”

“And what reason is that?”

“A woman never tells.” she replied, holding a finger to her lips.

Klaus laughed in the same tone. “You can wear my coat.”

#klaus mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson fanfic #klaus mikaelson smut #smut

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letomills · 6 months

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Download all: SFS / Mega

This set is based on Sherahbim's The Assistant dress and @davinaojeda's recolors of it. I made some edits to the original AF mesh and converted for:

• Maxis-size TF & EF • Melodie9 fat TF, AF, EF • Momma Lisa AF-EF

Polycount: 2,112. Everyone has a fat morph, adults and teens have preg morphs. The recolors are categorized as everyday, formal and outerwear. Custom body shapes are BSOK'd.

Previews and details under the cut.

The recolors

All body shapes get the same 9 recolors, non-AF recolors can be either standalone or repo'd to AF.

For AF: an edited version of Sherahbim's original recolor is included (I enabled it for outerwear, enabled it for YA and sortindexed it so it shows up alongside Davina's recolors). Davina's AF recolors are not included, please download them from their blog here.

(↑ here shown on Momma Lisa)

The meshes

AF ↓

The original mesh had little bows on the shoulder blades that don't really work with these textures so I deleted them. I also fixed the bone assignment of the big bow, and made the overall shape closer to the standard Maxis AF shape (reduced the bust, fleshed out the back, waist and hips a bit, still taking the shaping, elongating effect of the corset into account).

The orignial also had no preg morph. I remade the fat morph and added the preg morph (I know this corset doesn't look adjustable, just don't use these dresses on pregnant sims if you don't want to - maybe someone will want to retexture this mesh with a different corset or no corset at all).

EF ↓

(rose earrings, earrings & necklace, glasses)

TF ↓

Melodie9 fat AF (afFat) ↓

(glasses)

Melodie9 fat EF (efFat) ↓

(earrings, goggles)

Melodie9 fat TF (tfFat) ↓

Momma Lisa AF-EF (aefML) ↓

#sims 2 #download #body shapes #momma lisa #fat family #clothing:everyday #clothing:formal #clothing:outerwear #sims 2 download #sims 2 cc #s2cc #ts2cc #s2cc historical fantasy

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roamingswtor · 3 months

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Having a normal one (lie) by making all my Blorbos in the sims, so I can do perfectly normal things to them (bigger lie).

All the SWTOR characters (including my own lol) that I've got in the sims 4 (so far)! There's. so many mods, including some custom recolors (and my sorry attempt at Gaults face grooves ;_;) Its so hard trying to find star wars or even sci-fi themed cc clothes!

Mod list and any uploaded tray files (Currently just the Tirall family) with links under the cut.

Arcann, Thexan, Senya, and Vaylin's tray files can be downloaded here, along with the two edits I made for Arcann's scars. Links to other mods below.

Multiple Characters:

Hide Ears: Cmar's No Ears Preset (Vette, Reena, Gault)

Skin Color: 185 Skintones (Vette, Reena, Gault, Ashara, Akaavi)

Skin Overlay: Twisted Cat Glass Skin (Vette, Reena) Bare; a skintone pack (Arcann, Thexan, Senya)

Twi'lek parts: Twi'lek Lekku Pack (Updated) (Vette) and Hexmcchina's Twi'lek Assorted Set (Vette, Reena)

Eyelashes: MMSims Eyelash Maxis Match v2 (Reena, Akaavi)

Skin Details: Lash Filler (Reena, Akaavi) Misc. Face Details (Vette, Lana) About Face (Reena, Arcann, Thexan)

Eyes: Viiavi's Whisper Eyes (Vette, Lana, Ashara, Arcann, Thexan, Senya) Weatherwhims Daydreamin' Eyes (Theron, Aric)

Eyebrows: Twisted Cat Sly Eyebrows (Theron, Aric)

Companion Specific CC: SWTOR Companion Overlays + Accessories (Arcann (edited slightly), Ashara, Theron)

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Vette

Outfit: Smuggler outfit

Lipstick: Compartment Lipstick

Skin Details: Tinsel

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Reena

Outfit 1: Aria T'loaks Outfit (custom recolor)

Outfit 2: Belaloallure Madina Jacket, Trillyke Villain Pants, Sarah Boots V2

Cybernetic hand: Bionic Arm Tattoo

Eyes: Twisted Cat Comet Eyes

Eye Makeup: Cat Eye Makeup

Lip Makeup and Scars: custom made

Lips: Pyxis Sundown Syndrome

Blush: Mango Sorbet

Skin Details: Nose Masks

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Lana

Hair: Lana Beniko Hair

Lips: Twisted Cat Mocha Lipstick

Skin Details: Plumb-boop Little Details

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Theron

Skin Overlay: Insimnia Insomniac Skin

Skin Details: Ratboy Kiwi Eyebags

Hair: Theron Shan's Hair

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Gault

Horns and Ears: Devaronian Assorted Conversions

Outfit: Plazasims Han Solo

Skin Overlay: custom made

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Aric

Face Pattern: SWTOR Cathar Face Patterns & Fur Details (edited slightly)

Skin Color: Noodles Sorbet Berry Skin Color

Skin Overlay: Cathar Face Fur Overlay

Skin Detail: PYXIS Strangeness and Charm Eye Overlay (recolored)

Outfit: NA Mandalorian Armor

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Ashara

Blush: Face Mask Kit Blush

Togruta Stuff: Togruta Assorted Set

Lipstick: Real Lips Revisted

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Akaavi

Horns and Tattoos: Zabrak CC

Skin Overlay: Miiko Sophie Skin

Outfit: Bo-Katan and Mandalorian Nite Owl Armor Set

Blush: Torrada Body Blush

Eyes: Wind Eyes N83

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Thexan and Arcann:

Skin Details: Kismetsims Nose Skin Details

Brows: Twisted Cat Burly Brows

Outfit: Twin Princes Robes and Shoes

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Arcann Only

Cybernetic Arm Tattoo: Bucky Barnes Metal Arm Tattoo

Skin Detail: Automatic Burn Scars (edited slightly)

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Vaylin

Skin Color: PYXIS Stuck On You

Eyes: Zelos Eyes N141

Eyebrows: Miiko Powder Eyebrows

Eye Makeup: Hadlow Eyeshadow N61

Hair: Vaylin's Hair

Tattoos: Echoes of Nathema

Outfit: Vaylin's Top, Madlen Mila Boots

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Senya

Skin Details: Miiko Eye-Shape Overlay, Miiko Face-Kit, Miiko Lip-Kit

Outfit: Senya's Armor

Eyebrows: StretchSkeleton Eyebrow Pack

Hair: Skye Hair v2

#if you want to mute my sims tag its #ts4 swtor #idk how much ill actually be posting but just in case!#swtor #ts4 #voidfeather/pixelbeast and hexmcchina have been godsends for me #lots of awesome swtor mods!

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theaspieasp · 4 months

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My activity on here is pretty sporadic, so no one was probably wondering this, but if anyone was wondering why I haven't been very active lately, it's because I got consumed by a new hobby:

Doll Customizing.

I decided to try my hand at it, and it was so fun, I now have six WIPs. someone help.

Some pictures of two of my WIPs:

Frankie Stein redesign that took a life of its own. My first custom: just a reroot and faceup.

Will probably make them a new outfit later.

A fanart custom: Flandre Scarlet from Touhou Project. My fifth WIP, second faceup. Made using a secondhand Howleen Wolf with nasty hair (she was the only small doll I had that I was willing to customize; the only other one is a River Styxx in great shape that I want to keep as-is.)

Outfit made by frankensteining raddollclothes (Requiem Art)'s Looking Glass Lolita and Meido Dresses patterns.

Found a few tutorials online for making the mop cap and did some math to resize it. (Cut out a 6.5" [radius] circle from white cotton, stitched in elastic ribbon 1" inside the edge all the way around, making sure the length of the elastic was a little bit less than the circumference of the doll's head. Sewed the ends together by hand.)

Still working on her wings.

#dolls #doll custom #doll customization #doll customising #monster high #frankie stein #flandre scarlet #touhou #touhou flandre

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bokatan · 1 year

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Fallout 4 Mods List

Hello! Here is a full list of recommended mods that I’m either currently using or have used in the past. There may be required mods for some of these that I didn’t list - make sure to check these while you’re installing.

Visual/Environmental

Vivid Fallout

NAC X

The Fungal Forest

Grasslands

Grass Reworked

Wasteland Illumination

FAR - Faraway Area Reform

Glowing Animals Emit Light

Brighter Settlements

CROSS Crit Gore-verhaul

Enhanced Lights and FX

Illuminated Billboards and Posters

Mutant Menagerie

Wasteland Illumination

Crows and Creatures

Retextures/Miscellaneous

FlaconOil’s Complete Retexture Project: this looks amazing but it can be a bit heavy, I wouldn’t recommend if you’re concerned about PC performance

PTSD Mental Health Management System

Smokable Cigars/Cigarettes/Joints

Enhanced Blood Textures

The Nuka Project

Destroyed Pip-Boy Screen

Pip-Boy 4K HD

Eyewear and Mask Retexture

NPCs Travel

Wetness Shader Fix

SKK Fast Start New Game

SKK Fast Start Location

Immersive Facial Animations Remade

Lowered Weapons

Eye Normal Map Fix

Manly Crouching

Name and Trade with Dogs

No More Floating Razorgrain

Pet Any Dog

Recruit Scribe Haylen as a Settler

The Walking Ghoul

Rich Merchants

We Are The Minutemen

Workshop Spotlight Fix

Nuanced Eye Reflection

Scary Clown Monkey Trap HD

Where Are My Provisioners?

Clearer Glasses

Better Shaped Male Heavy Combat Armor

SavrenX Detailed Hair

Commonwealth Cuts - Vanilla Match Retextures

Expressive Expressions

Femshepping’s AE Armor Mod Patches

Hair Tones Redux - Hair Color Overhaul

Lip Color Blemish Tweak

Interface

Extended Dialogue Interface

VIS-G Item Sorting

Buffout 4

Full Dialogue Interface

Main Quest Choices Extended

Mod Configuration Menu

Survival Options

This Settlement Does Not Need Your Help

Workshop Framework

Audio

Immersive Squeaky Doors

Immersive Pip-Boy Radio

More Where That Came From - Diamond City Radio

Not Great Not Terrible - Scarier Geiger Counter Sounds

Jolly Item Sounds

Dynamic Music Overhaul

P.A.M.S. - Power Armor Movement Sounds

Travis’ Terrific Tips

Radiant Birds

Muffled Helmets

Immersive Nail Trim for Dogmeat

Companions

Unique Player and Followers Redux

Better Companions

Sable Dogmeat

Amazing Follower Tweaks

Danse Wear Your Helmet

This will affect how he acts outside of power armor, he’ll change outfits repeatedly. It’s fine if you keep him in his vanilla outfit but it gets annoying if he has custom outfits

Danse GTFO Power Armor

I saw someone refer to this mod as a giant can opener and that has been stuck in my brain since

The Danse Dilemma

Danse No X-01

Valentine Reborn

Truly Unique Nick: You’ll probably need this to get Valentine Reborn to work

Classic Dogmeat AKA Pirate

Nora Spouse Companion

Crafting

Armor and Weapon Keywords Community Resource - AWKCR

AWKCR-Grind Free: strongly recommended unless you love suffering and want to have to unlock all customization options

Lost AWKCR VIS-G Patches: Also strongly recommended, AWKCR on its own is very outdated and this fixes all of the main issues I had with it

Armorsmith Extended

Books, Burned Magazines, Folders, Napkins, and Subway Tokens Give Materials

Building Materials Dispenser

Accuracy International AX50 Anti-Materiel Rifle

Screenshots & Posing

FO4 Photo Mode

Screen Archer Menu: please note that this does require other mods - it’s user friendly and works well, but you will need to install a few mods from various sites aside from nexus

Animal Posing Framework

Male Eye Candy Poses

Stop Drop Pose

Thrax’s Action Poses

UPC - Unisex Pose Collection

Character Presets/Replacements

Army Rookie - Young Nate

Glamorous Magnolia

Maxson Gets a Shower and a Shave

Locke’s Soft Danse

Locke’s Detailed Piper

Locke’s Merciless Fahrenheit

Locke’s Ruthless Glory Locke’s Fresh Deacon

Locke’s HD MacCready

Picturesque Presets

Interesting Bunch Presets

Character Customization

Looksmenu

Looksmenu Customization Compendium: This mod can be finicky, keep it at the bottom of your load order

Top Surgery Scars Overlay

Ace Male Face Texture

Refined Male Head Mesh

Commonwealth Cuts

Enhanced Vanilla Bodies

The Eyes of Beauty

Lots More Male Haircuts

Lots More Female Haircuts

Real Bruises - Facial Damage Fixes

4K Hairy Men

Furby’s Face Paints and Scars

Ghoul Skin for Looksmenu

Blended Ghoul Eyes

Makeup for Men

Half Ghoul Texture

This requires manual installation and can be a bit finicky, but it looks great

Femshepping and Radbeetle’s KS Hairdos Conversions

Mirrored Vanilla Scars

Softer Bodies

Clothing/Armor/Accessories

Apocalypse Accessories

Furby’s Custom Brotherhood Uniform

Big Dumb Flower Crown

Combat Armor Headlamp

CROSS Brotherhood Recon

Field Scribe Hat for Dogmeat

Wasteland Clothing

Dogmeat Helmets and Hats

Eli’s Armour Compendium

Eli’s Rugged Outfits

Fishing Hat

K-9 Harness

K-9 Harness Bandana Fix: Highly recommended, the vanilla bandana will clip through this harness

Dogmeat’s Backpack

NCR Ranger Veteran Armor

Tactical Flashlights

Wearable Backpacks and Pouches

Just Another Cait Outfit

MacCready Armor Redone

Winged Glasses

Spoon Glasses

4K Kellogg Outfit

NV Stealth Suit

Stalker

Clothing Color Variety

Harness with Tank Top

Private Military Company Extended

Grease Rat Garbs

Wearable Nat’s Backpack

High Waisted Jeans & Tucked Shirt

Park Coventry Outfit

Tactical Accessory Compendium

Wasteland Aviator

MASH

Modular Battlecoat

Mercenary Outfit Pack

Mercenary Outfit Pack Extreme Overhaul

Minutemen Merc - Mercenary Outfit Distribution

PMC Operators

Mongrel Outfit

CROSS Institute Expeditionary

CROSS Mojave Manhunter

CROSS Chosen of Atom

Collars for Humans

Bandana Headwear

West Tek Tactical Optics

Gorka-3 Suit

Survivalist Armor

Absolutely Headwear

Colored Clout Goggles

Colorful Commonwealth - Sunglasses and Wigs

Capital Wasteland Outfit Pack

T60 Equipment

Danse’s Wearable Holotags

CROSS Uni BoS Uniform

Ranger Paca Vest

Hoon’s Multicam AVS Plate Carriers

Ferro Bison Belt Pack

Task Force Helmet Pack

Modern Warfare Remastered - SAS Outfit

Brotherhood Pinup Uniform

Female Outfit Pack

CROSS Vertibird Flightsuit

Awful Wardrobe

Barren Vogue

Commonwealth Shorts

Commonwealth Shorts for Men

More Alternative Jumpsuits

K-Girl Outfits

K-Girl Outfits for Vanilla-EVB

Vault Outfits Redux

Vault Outfits Redux AWKCR AE Patch

Pride Bandanas

Private Military Company

Femshepping’s Assorted Mashups

Femshepping’s Assorted Mashups for Vanilla-EVB

Settlements

OCDecorator

Homemaker

Place Everywhere

SnapBeds

Snappy Housekit

Solar Panels

Settlement Electricity Overhaul

Lightbulb Wire

Scrap Everything

Garden Plot Snap

Farming Resources

Thematic and Practical

Repairable Sanctuary

Paintings and More Give Happiness

Faction Recruitment Pinups

Advanced Bubble Turret Set

Cat and Dog Food Bowls

Christmas Lights

Clothing Shelves

More Fortifications

Colorful Bottle Lanterns

CROP - Create Your Own Planter

cVc Dead Wasteland

Dino’s Decorations

Diverse Cats

Cat Apparel

Cat Inventory + 11 Cat Skins

Expanded Settlement Buildings

Fallout New Vegas Posters and Signs

Functional Displays

Looksmirror: Pairs with Looksmenu, gives you a way to change appearances easily without console commands

Lore Friendly Posters

Static Baskets and Bins

More Colorful Potted Plants

Park Posters

Cattle Feeders Immersively Filled

Holotape Display Shelves

Gun Posters

Repair the Castle

Cafe, Clinic, and Barbershop Posters

Horror Posters

Lore-Friendly Posters

Patched Roofs

Filled Bookcases All-In-One

Femshepping’s Mini Potted Plants

Wall Mounted Magazine Shelf

Misc. silly mods

Destroy the Brotherhood of Steel for Good Guys(save the cat)

Taco Bell Sound - Sledge Hammer Hit Sound Replacer

Mario Sunshine - Death Music Replacement

Funny Dogmeat Subtitles

Sarcastic Sneaking

Edward Deegan - Cat Stalker

High Confessor Desk Fan

Proper Party Gear

Fedora and Trilby Hats Lower Charisma and Intelligence

Alien Todd Howard Glasses

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