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[sinsofsinister]

started OFNA: Birds of a Feather so i had to make a visual of who i’m playing, as is the custom. this is Devon Blackburn. they’re part of a cult or something now. it’ll be fine. probably. who knows.

#sims 4 #ts4 #OFNA #ofna birds of a feather #ofna: birds of a feather #choice of games #interactive fiction #c: mine #also click the images #for bigger / better quality views

[swappingbryn]

It’s Your Soul, Cry If You Want To

We’d been on several dates, had never had sex, she kept saying she was old fashioned and didn’t want to rush. However, she finally agreed to stay the night and as you were getting ready, pumped up if you will, when his insecurities got the better of him.

I wasn’t ugly, and had sent a picture of myself, but I knew I could look better, I wasn’t short, but just being average FEELS short, and my dick was fine, but bigger is always better. I knew I couldn’t change any of this, I just wish I had all these ideal qualities. I sighed “I wish I was that version of myself.”

Suddenly, a cloud of blue smoke swirled in front of me, solidifying into a tall, horned man.

“Mortal, I will grant you anything you desire, but there is a price, the only question is, are you willing to pay it?” He questioned.

“What? Who are you?” I replied.

“Who, rather what, I am matters not. What matters is what you want and what you’ll pay for it” he answered while waving a hand. I went to protest, but suddenly felt the need to not ask anymore questions.

“I have a big date, and I really like her, but I don’t know if she’ll like me. I just want to be different, like the best version of me.” I said.

“I can do that for you. Make you taller, better looking, muscular, more endowed, even richer, smarter, and can even guarantee she will like you. But that is not free.” It replied.

“What will it cost me? I don’t have much money.” I told him.

“I have no need for money, and I’m offering YOU wealth. What I want is your soul.” As he said this I recoiled, “But worry not, you will retain most of it for the rest of your life, I will only claim it after you’ve lived a long, healthy life. You’ll have fifty good years living as the best possible version of yourself, happy, with a loving wife and large family. All you give is the time after you die.” He finished.

“I can’t, this is so wrong.” I quickly said.

“I understand, I will leave you.” And with that, he swirled back into a cloud of smoke. As he was vanishing, I couldn’t help myself.

“Wait, I accept” I yelled.

The blue cloud enveloped me and then solidified again, but everything was different. My apartment was larger, filled with nicer things, better view, my clothes were nicer, I was taller and could feel my mind running faster, and a heavy weight in my pants.

He snapped his fingers and a speck of light, smaller than the head of a match, flew out of me. It hovered in the air until he took a deep, magically deep breath, almost like a vacuum sucking it into him. He held that breath for a long time, and as he did, his body changed.

As he held that breath, his horns receded into his head, his skin turned a human shade of tanned white, he looked almost normal, except the eyes, his eyes stayed eerily golden. After what seemed like hours, but was really less than a minute, he exhaled, and then his eyes changed to blue, the same shade mine are, or were, as it looks like mine turned a dull brown.

He walked out of my penthouse apartment, looking entirely human now. Showing off his body, acting cocky and sure of himself.

“See you later bro, not too soon, I think you have, hmm, fifty seven years. I hope you enjoy your new life. Don’t worry, to everyone else, this has always been this way, so you don’t need to be afraid of people noticing.” And with that, he left.

Thank you @swapsrus for suggesting this model.

[girlboypersonthingy]

crawls into ask box

hi can i request for sal fisher w a s/o who likes to trace his face scars with their fingers 😎

YES YES YES I want this so bad, I wish this were me sooooo baaadddddd 😮‍💨 thanks for all the Sally face requests I’ve been getting! I’m living for it. If you’ve requested, I’ll get to it soon. Promise ✨ enjoy~

Notes: established relationship, first time saying ‘I love you’, tons of fluff, short little drabble

TW: spit (Sal drools a lil 😚)

Sal x reader- Quality Time

After a long day of you working and Sal having class, it was finally late and quiet, finally time to unwind and spend some quality time with your darling boyfriend. You sat in his bed, playing on his gearboy to pass the time as he took a shower. Gizmo is cuddled up next to your thigh, softly purring while you play your game. As you were just getting invested in the hand held game, the door swung open and in came Sal with wet blue hair dipping onto his black over sized t-shirt, wearing just the shirt and a pair of baggy blue boxers.

“Feeling better?” You glance at him for a moment then back to the game. “Yeah, I’m tired now.” Sal replies as he rubs the excess water out of his long hair with his towel, quickly throwing it aside before climbing on the bed with you. He didn’t hesitate in laying on his back and resting his head in your lap, watching as you continue your game. Besides the intense music and sound effects coming from the gearboy, it became quiet between you two, pleasantly quiet and calm.

You were so caught up in completing the level you’re currently on that you didn’t even notice that Sal had shifted his gaze from the game in your hand to your face above him, taking time to admire it all scrunched into a focused expression. He stared up at you for what felt like hours, taking in the view of you licking your lips and raising your brows. Your face is so pretty, so soft and whole, pretty much flawless in his opinion. As a smile crept up his cheeks, it was his soft sigh of contentment that made you glance down at him. From your point of view, his bare face was upside down with his head resting in your lap and his hair all pushed back- nothing was obstructing your view of his messily scarred face.

Quickly, you found yourself locked into his gaze, staring back down at him as his smile got bigger, revealing his teeth even more through the missing flesh of his cheek. Now your own lips are spreading wider, a wave of butterflies coursing through your stomach as you blink at him. “W-what?” You ask in reference to his loving stare. Sal takes a moment to answer, softly chucking first when the sound effects of defeat come from the gearboy still in your hand.

“You’re just really cute.” He finally responds, making you toss the gearboy aside and fully focus on him. You’re smiling so big now, it’s hard to keep your eyes open enough to see him. “No, you are.” And your hands find their place on his cheeks, your thumbs gently stroking his uneven skin, making Sal’s eyes gradually close as he relaxes under your fingertips.

For what felt like hours, you stayed this way- your fingers gently tracing over every scar and every part of his face that had never healed back over. Finger tips lightly ticking his forehead, your hands softly rubbing under his chin before circling back to his cheeks, all the while both of your smiles are unchanging. “Feel good, Sally?” Sal hums in response, eyes still closed as he feels himself getting sleepy.

It was relaxing for both of you- the different textures of his skin felt so unique to your hands. His bright and shiny molars caught your attention as they peak through the gaping hole in his cheek. It was then that you noticed a bit of drool pooling on the side of his cheek where his teeth were exposed, his breathing steady and nearly silent now. He was falling asleep.

“I love you.” It leaves your mouth as a breathy confession, making Sal open his eyes, one empty socket and a dull blue eye staring up at you. His expression changes rapidly from a look of surprise and excitement to one of adoration and endearment. His brows relax, his face begins to turn pink as he shifts his gaze away. He hasn’t replied yet so you nervously open your mouth again, hands still resting on his cheeks. “Sorry, you…you’re j-just so gorgeous.”

Sal turns his head to the side fast, using one of his hands to cover his crimson face. A soft groan leaves him and he pauses before speaking. “Stoooppp.” You would stop if it wasn’t for his smile showing from beneath his large hand, you could hear the giddy smirk in his voice when he spoke. So you decide to keep the sappy romance going. Carefully, leaving him time to stop you, you pull his hand away and continue gently stoking his cheek again. Silence falls between you two for a moment before Sal turns his head so he’s looking up at you again.

“I love you too.” His eyes are closed now and he seems relaxed again, his blushing cheeks having calmed down a bit thanks to your calming touch. Leaning over him slowly, you let your eyes close as you go for a kiss. Sal opens up his eye for a second to see you leaning in and he sits up ever so slightly to meet you in the middle. Your lips slowly part against each other’s, moving in different rhythms but somehow matching up perfectly. Your hands slide from his cheeks to behind his head, fingers tangled in his wet locks as you’re holding his face up to yours. You both savor the moment, hearts starting to beat faster and faster. Seconds later, you part with a soft gasp coming from both of you.

Something about you complimenting his bare face while also touching it and telling him you love him…makes him wanna put a ring on that finger immediately. He never thought he’d find a love like you and while he isn’t totally sure what he’s doing here, he wants to be with you like this forever.

#sally face fanfic #Sally face #sally face x reader #sally face x y/n #sally face x you #sal x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sal sally face #sally face sal #sally face fanfiction #sf sal #sally fisher #sally face fluff #sally face fandom

[duckiemimi]

this was commented a while ago on my tiktok (it was about this post), but it’s so good, it’s stayed on my mind ever since. i’ve been meaning to talk about this for a while!

on geto & empathy.

let’s address the likely reason why people tend to see geto in this empathic light and through this lens that almost absolves him from blame.

the hidden inventory arc, especially towards the end, was written in a way that humanized geto; we read his mind, we saw his thoughts and how he processed them, we shadowed him as he went through traumatic event after traumatic event. we were placed in his shoes as he ran through a never-ending marathon—essentially, we were him in his moments. we’re supposed to empathize with him.

it’s why at first hand, his defection might’ve seemed like a logical conclusion to us. it made sense. (unlike how it was for every other character in the story, and especially how it was for gojo—geto’s decision came to them all as a shock.) this is what makes him a well-written character and an overall excellent villain.

it’s also probably why geto is such a personal character to many people, but this intimate association doesn’t make him faultless. yes, he was a victim of circumstance, but so was everyone else in the story. geto was also a perpetrator who inflicted harm on other people: a genocidal cult leader who had his eyes set on the greater good, someone who disregarded the means for the end. “well-written,“ in my opinion, also means multifaceted, complex.

now let’s talk about geto pre defection.

geto is gojo’s foil. at first read, he’s supposed to contrast gojo in a way that highlights specific aspects of gojo’s character. (and vice versa, but this arc is also called “gojo’s past arc” for a reason; gojo is our main character in this part of the story, he is our point of reference.) geto serves as a comparison to gojo, but he also stands as his own character. where gojo failed to empathize with the “weak,” geto succeeded. but what was empathy to geto anyway?

empathy, in its colloquial connotation, is seen as a virtue. it’s a community-building tool and it’s inherently human. it’s how we contextualize our place in the world and our connection to other people. in broad construct, it’s a “good” quality to have, to be empathic—but not all forms of empathy are the same.

geto’s empathy towards the “weak” was, in a word, paternalistic—like how a father would interact with his children, or how a deity or a king would interact with their subjects. it stemmed from his arrogance and his “well-meaning” saviorism tendencies: in short, “i am better than you, therefore i know better than you. i know what’s best for you.” this is especially true in regards to his patronizing attitude towards non-sorcerers pre defection (and it extends post defection, too).

geto’s sense of duty as a sorcerer manifested in how he assumed responsibility, and to a lesser extent, authority over non-sorcerers. it’s a type of benevolent prejudice; these people are powerless and weak, therefore inferior to him, and so it’s his job to protect them, it’s his job to care. while he had good intentions, he saw them as “lack,” not as humans who were ultimately just different from him. he saw them as helpless victims of themselves; which, given his occupation at the time, was an apt contextualization, but within the bigger picture, it ironically dehumanized non-sorcerers. it was underhandedly condescending, whether he was conscious of it or not.

the very root of his defection is this: he did not view non-sorcerers as equals to him in the first place. sure, plenty of other sorcerers also have this mindset, especially the very powerful ones, but geto made this the basis of his purpose, taking on the moral high ground by giving it meaning. after toji and after mimiko and nanako, he recontextualized and changed the meaning of what it meant to be powerful—but while his circumstances and his proximity to non-sorcerers changed (him revoking his empathy towards them), the patronizing way he viewed them (“monkeys” now) was constant; it was his pivot foot from charitable pity to resentment and hatred.

some things to consider: i assume geto was fairly new to the jujutsu scene in the hidden inventory arc, given his non-sorcerer family. i also assume he must’ve felt very alone prior to his enrollment, being the only one in his family to see cursed spirits, and possibly the only one in his childhood environment. this grand introduction to a some sort of a secret society must’ve felt special to him; it must’ve made him feel special, especially considering he was put on par with the kid who everyone thought was immensely powerful.

i can see why he thought himself better compared to the non-sorcerer background he grew up in. plus, it would be hard to not let your ego inflate when someone like gojo keeps referring to you as half of “the strongest duo.”

i also think that despite how black and white and consequential his outlook on life was before and after his defection, he probably still had his doubts and moments of wavering throughout his decade-long career as a curse user. i mean, he said it himself—his goal is only possible for one person only, and it’s not him. that could definitely be a factor, and it could also be some lingering sentimentality, too. he burned the bridge between him and his past and he just couldn’t risk the distance, but he probably thought of it sometimes.

i’ll end this post with a quote from him from the anime that made me really think. geto does care, but at such a young age, it was a juvenile and idealistic concept of “care.” had he stayed and grown up a little, worked through the trauma and organized with his fellow sorcerers (instead of assuming responsibility alone like he did, leaving to create a better future for sorcerers without including them in his plans), perhaps he could’ve made this a reality:

“survival of the weakest. that’s how a society should be. the weak help each other and discourage any who are too strong.”

#jjk #geto #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #gojo satoru #should i tag this as meta? #jjk meta

[malewgtfstories]

Chub…

** Warning Contains Racism ** (the racist gets what he deserves 😉😉😉) The beginning of a new school year was meant to be a time to catch up with your friends and learn new things. But to many others, it was a time to show off their rocking hot new body. Many people slaved away in the gym just for the aesthetics of it. That was the case for Greg. He had been working on his abs all summer and was excited to show them off.

Greg was known to be an entitled racist white boy who hated all the Hispanics at his school. He hated them with a burning passion always bullying one when he had the opportunity. He hated how hairy they were. They hated their curly hair, their loudness, their protruding stuffed bellies, he hated how lazy they were, and how dumb they were. He hated it all. The only thing he liked about them was their conservative views. As the school year started, he knew he had to face the people he hated the most. His worst nightmare had just begun. He stepped onto the school bus with the hope that one of the people on the bus would be white. To his dismay, he saw only shades of brown in the bus. He hated every second he was on the bus. As the bus hit the brakes opened to doors to let students out Greg was the first to leave. He pushed all the Hispanic kids out of his way. Little did he know he had pushed the wrong kid. A new kid who seemed to appear out of nowhere. His name was Juan, and he was notorious for being lazy, dumb, hairy, and most importantly fat. Every quality Greg hated.

Greg buried to his first class where he sat with his best friend Jack the best QB of their high school. He shared the same opinions as Greg did. Greg took up most of their first period venting about how much he hated the "fat illegal slobs" that attended his school. Jack agreed. Through all their anger they didn't realize that Juan was in their class ears-doping their conversation. He had a little plan for Greg and knew what to do.

Later that day,

With lunch approaching Greg was starving and wanted something to eat. Juan knew this and set his plan into action. Greg was stuck with the hard question of choosing between a PB&J or a pizza. Greg chose a pizza and found his seat at an empty table. Juan waddled his way to him. Greg noticed him and rolled his eyes as he felt the table groan when Juan sat down. Juan stared deep into Greg's eyes. This pissed off Greg and told him "What do you want you fat dirty Mexican pig?" "Nothing much", replied to Juan. "If that's it get lost. I don't want you to steal my food". "Well, I came to offer you something. It's really good I promise". "Ughhhhh. Ok, but you better leave after" a long pause "Well? what is it?" "Well if you insist." Juan pulls out a big juicy taco. When Greg laid his eyes on the taco, he knew something was off. He felt his stomach churn. A sudden wave of fear came over him. He rejected the offer. But Juan told him "If you want me to leave you have to eat it. Every single bite". With fear and his lip trembling, he took the first bite. It was an explosion of taste. His taste buds were in haven. He loved the mixture of salty and spicy. He took another bite and then it was all gone. He was hypnotized by the taste. He thirsted for more. As soon as he began to eat it, it quickly finished. He looked at Juan with hunger in his eyes and asked for more. Juan quickly complied and gave him taco after taco. With each one hitting his taste buds his skin began to itch. His straight blond hair quickly began to darken, and they twirled and began to curl. His once smooth face began to grow dark hairs. Leaving looking years older. He was aware of his transformation, but he couldn't stop eating the tacos. Next up was his stomach which slowly inflated with pounds of fat. He never had love handles but they appeared as a result of his metamorphosis. His legs plumed up with lard. Leaving his thighs to constantly rub off against each other. His gut grew bigger and bigger leaving him to not be able to his feet much less his dick. Talking about his dick it was now cushioned with a layer of fat making it seem smaller than it was, but on the plus side, his little member seemed to grow thicker than it was a few minutes ago. The last portion of his rebirth was his brain it lost all its knowledge leaving him with an IQ score of 65. This transformation also morphed the world around him. The previous life of Greg was erased from existence. He now had parents who were bigger than he was and constantly wanted him to grow into a real Mexican. Greg was no more the one who took his place was Edgard. The funny part is Edgard didn't know Greg existed either, but deep down in the back of his consciousness existed a fragment of Greg stuck in the body of his worst nightmare. Juan looked into the now dumbed-down Edgard and told him with a chuckle "You made fun of me and called me a fat dirty Mexican pig. Well, you should look at the mirror porker". Edgard didn't care what he said after all the only thing he cared about was to fill the void in his stomach. Juan than vanished waiting to get his next victim. Leaving Edgard to live his life off gorging himself.

#race tf #permanent tf #fat gain tf #male tf #male weight gain stories #thin to chunky #bearification

[rosys-fans-fics]

How Gortash reacts to Durge’s new lover Part 2

Part 1 here!

Thanks to @rainbow-spinelli13 for requesting this!

Halsin

Gortash is really taken aback by this big, tree hugging, bear standing right behind you. This is what attracted The Chosen of Bhaal? Gortash gets the physical attraction, he wouldn’t mind climbing Mount Halsin himself. But he never expected his love to fall for someone so devoted to nature.

Halsin’s physical attractiveness is the only good quality of his, on every other front, him and Gortash clash. Gortash loves engineering and advancing technology while Halsin loves nature and traditional hobbies. Gortash sees himself as the greatest having never done any wrong while Halsin is always second guessing his choices.

But more than a personality clash, Halsin makes Enver feel something he hates feeling, insecure. Halsin is so much bigger, more experienced, and doesn’t have a clear flaw for him to exploit.

Gortash hates feeling less than someone, his whole climb to Archduke was to feel above everyone else. Only to have someone come in who has taken the most important person from him. He hates it.

Halsin isn’t keen on Gortash and will advice you against reconnecting with him. This tips Gortash over the edge and gives him the push to get Halsin out of the picture. If he can’t be better than Halsin, then he’ll make sure the only thing he’s competing with is a corpse.

Part of Gortash wants to believe that you chose Halsin because he reminded you of himself. A strong leader giving his all but he doubts that’s the reason.

Karlach

Gortash has to laugh at the dramatic irony of your pairing. His former body guard not only fighting along side his nearest and dearest but becoming your lover? He has to laugh at it.

That amusement quickly turns to anger once he realizes that neither of you are grateful for what he did for Karlach. He took an up and coming youth and gave her the opportunity to truly become powerful. And you not realizing that just shows how far you’ve fallen.

Gortash would reveal that you actually agreed to send Karlach to Zariel 10 years ago because you thought she couldn’t protect him. He’d even exaggerate to drive a wedge between you two.

Gortash likes to think that you fell for Karlach because you missed how he protected you. Perhaps you saw him in a similar light and subconsciously craved to be with someone strong again. It’s just a shame that you chose Karlach.

He’s willing to let you both back into his life but only if you and Karlach acknowledge how great he’s been for both of you.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel reminds Gortash of what you were like before disappearing. Blunt, murderous, and singleminded in her goals. Gortash is disappointed that you chose someone similar to yourself instead of him but beggars can’t be choosers.

Lae’zel’s intense loyalty to the Gith is something Gortash believes he can manipulate. Perhaps he can turn that loyalty toward himself and Bane? Or he may find a way to get her out of your life.

If you and Lae’zel get the Orphic hammer by killing Raphael and then kill the Emepror? Gortash is more than ready to welcome Lae’zel in as the third wheel. She may never be as beloved as his favorite but she does have a certain charm to her. Killing an abusive father figure is probably the hottest thing only could do.

Gortash is not threatened by Lae’zel being your new lover. Of course you are with her because she reminds you of your old self! And the sooner you become your old self, the happier Gortash will be.

Any pushback Lae’zel tries to use will be seen more as a toddler throwing a fit that their favorite toy is being taken away rather than a serious issue. She should be honored to view this match of two chosen above everyone and only equal to eachother.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart is another person Gortash feels jealous of. To have parents that love you so much to go through decades of torture? Even willing to sacrifice themselves for her freedom? That’s something Gortash wants so deeply that he’s willing to tadpole his parents so they’ll say they’re proud of him.

Gortash also sees his life mirrored in Shadowheart’s. They both were taken by an evil servant working for a higher power, they were tortured, but Gortash escaped and chose his own god. Perhaps he would offer support for Shadowheart breaking away from Shar if you asked him to. She could make a loyal banite in her search for a new deity.

Or he’d give Viconia all the support she needs to take Shadowheart out of your life.

Gortash is fine with you keeping Shadowheart as a side thing. She can be pushed away and persuaded to back down, Gortash just needs the right thing to hold over her head.

Shadowheart’s openness to polyamory definitely wins her some favor in Gortash’s book as she can be convinced to let your old relationship flourish again.

Gortash sees Shadowheart as someone he can control. He knows the weaknesses she faces with her parents and is willing to exploit that. While envious of her parents devotion to her, he takes some solace in knowing it was her who hurt them.

Minthara

Minthara is similar to Gortash, both are ruthless, ambitious, and devoted to their goals. You missed him so much so you found someone who matches his drive. He’ll show you who has the highest goals and who will bring you to such great heights.

Minthara could make a good Banite. Gortash is willing to welcome her back into the absolute fold but with the curtain pulled back. Instead of following a false god, she can follow Bane and Bane’s chosen.

Minthara’s biting remarks and intelligent quips are greatly appreciated by Gortash. She can keep up with his and yours conversations.

But the deal breaker is Minthara’s intense possessiveness over you. Gortash is almost offended on your behalf for someone thinking the could limit your life. Enver would never try to limit your exploration, as long as you always came back to him.

If you truly want to keep Minthara, Gortash will get her to change her mind. Obviously the elder brain will need to be under his control, but once it’s is, everything can go back to normal.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #durgetash #gortash x durge #bg3 durge #bg3 halsin #bg3 karlach #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 minthara #bg3 the dark urge

[deusexmachinawitch]

Day #3 Slade Subliminal Challenge

Subs Listened: Obelisk, I Am, Problem Solving Potion

Time Listened: Overnight (I Am) + 30 minutes of the rest, each.

Other Methods: Robotic Affirmations, Visualization, One non-Slade subliminal (Baejin Cafe’s Glow Up subliminal)

Today’s Results:

-Got the attention of someone I’m really interested in and got to spend quality time with them outside work.

-SP focusing on work without anxiety.

-Got gifted a fancy electronic device for my job, I am so happy!

-Got invite for lunch today and got a very fancy dessert.

-The two people that bothered me at work the most were really calm and quiet today.

-My older colleague trusting me and asking me for advice, this is valuable since this colleague is well-known to be very independent and reserved to the point of being venerable and impossible to reach from everyone’s point of view.

-A difficult person I work with actually getting along with me and having positive interactions with me.

-Got a really good offer at work but even if everyone is satisfied at it, I’ll affirm it will become bigger and better because I know I can affirm it to be better.

-Got several sweets as gifts randomly.

-My pet that got recently sick feeling energetic and happy.

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I think that tomorrow I’ll add my favorite sub to the mix. I’ll sort out a playlist with subs and probably add one of @adambja’s tapes to the mix. I’ll also try to get some time to do Wim Hof and relax. I’ll also try to listen to subs while doing mindless activities to help my mind.

I made a mix of lavender bath salts with Kosher salt so that’s a good way to to find a moment to relax, affirm and listen to subs.

#law of assumption #loa tumblr #loablr #manifestation #loa blog #affirm and persist #loassumption #loassblog #loa success #neville goddard #manifestation challenge #satella's manifestation experiments #manifestation experiment

[chainoftalent]

Full Nagito Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

So fucking intensely Nagito Komaeda can not do things in halves. He is constantly leaving gifts and love letters and trying to have conversations. Once you're living with him he's even more lovey with constantly cooking food and basically willing to reshape his entire house to whatever whim his angel might have next. He's rich after all! Why shouldn't he do literally everything he can for you!

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

While he’s not one for personally doing violence, he does what he must to keep his beloved safe. While he’s unlikely to just straight up stab someone, he’s more than happy to start rumors, sabotage social standings, steal things, or place traps down. Nothing that can be led back to them of course. If the threat persists despite all the chances they’ve had to back off, then well, Komaeda is pretty rich and has a Yakuza contact at the end of the day, he’s more than happy to pay for worse things to happen to any fool in his way. Besides, the sheer despair anyone would feel at losing the chance to have such a beautiful beloved must bring forth quite wonderful hopes afterward. Truly, he’s doing this so everyone can shine even brighter.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

The problem with Komaeda is he doesn't view it as mocking but like, it totally is. He thinks he's just stating the truth of the situation that a person such as yourself has no chance against the Despair of the outside world, your hope's too feeble, like candlelight it glows so brightly and yet so easily is it extinguished by a single breath. In other words a lot of belittlement and basically being put down as weak and helpless. Beyond that, he's trying to conform to their beloved's standards but is really creepy about it, so expect to wake up in an exact duplicate of your own bedroom but just higher quality because he's pretty rich and also a lot of locks on the door that definitely was not there before. He wants a smooth transition of being able to take care of such a wonderfully talented person without much struggle and what better way to do that than with your already existing routines? Really, it would probably be easier to handle and come to terms with if he was crueler because that's at least not this level of creepy.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Nothing specifically sexual, he is disgusted by the sheer thought of tainting his beloved. However, he will constantly attempt to help with hygiene because he desires to be of service. It's going to be a fight to be allowed to do things like brushing your own hair or dressing because he's going to insist his beloved doesn't need to bother with such petty tasks. Things like showering he'll be more hands-off with unless you neglect yourself. He can't have his beloved not bathing after all, so if he needs to carry his beloved to the tub and scrub their hair for them he will, and once that barrier is crossed it's going to be an even bigger fight to prove you don't need to want his help. He's also desperate for physical affection and touch, so don't be surprised if he suddenly grabs your hand or touches your face, though he will quickly retreat and start self-deprecating if it gets called out. The furthest he'd probably go would be to steal a kiss if he was feeling desperate, and then he'd spiral into one of his really bad rants and self-deprecation afterward.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

They try to play down their luck cycle to not scare their beloved, but besides that Komaeda’s an open book as long as you actually ask him things. He’s not one to just volunteer his history unprompted but a simple question could easily lead to you learning the wildest things about him. While he’s pretty vulnerable in that way, he’s also used to suffering and pain while being vulnerable so it’s not really a good way to try and make him leave, jabbed words about his trauma just roll off his back. He’s probably said worse to himself then you can think off anyways.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Negatively, sighing about how its so beautiful to see their hope but how they're going about it all wrong. He'd try and talk you down at first with those sharp words of his, but if that doesn't work Komaeda is stronger then he looks. He will grab you and force you to stop if he must, such despair.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It’s not really a game, Komaeda would love to just have a normal happy life where he can serve and help those he cares about. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love escape attempts, seeing you struggle and gather so much hope, seeing you try your best even in conditions like this warms his heart and he encourages his beloved to do their best, he’s certain they can do it eventually. Being caught does bring about punishment though, just because he likes it doesn’t mean he actually wants you to get out.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Definitely anything that involves physical violence, Komaeda is completely willing to start chopping off limbs if he gets pushed too far. All while he babbles about how it's for their own good and the hope it will give them for pushing through this despair will be so amazing.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

A happy life for as many years as they have left holding their beloved and feeling loved. He wants to see you grow and change and hold your potential in his hands. He wants you to love him oh so deeply, and he hopes the despair his inevitable death will cause you to bring about the most glorious hope to ever shine. He wants domestic bliss.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He thinks other people are after his angel's hope, wanting to take it, snuff it out, hurt them. He can't abide it, no one else deserves this hope! So he does his best to isolate you for your own good.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Extremely sweet and loving, practically worshipping them and always keeping some form of contact with them. He wants their hope so badly, he wants them to smile. He's shy about initiating affection though, he is scum after all, is scum like him really allowed to kiss an angel's cheek?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Komaeda has to be really careful with his courting, his luck could strike at any time after all. Love letters constantly get lost, and confessions constantly get interrupted. He has to make them come to him so he tries to be subtle, spending as much time around you as he can without creeping their beloved out, often suggesting books they like to read, normally they prefer mysteries but they’ve been finding such good romance novels these days to recommend. Slow and steady wins the race for Komaeda, though if something extreme were to interrupt him he’d drop all pretense and go for a kidnap. Take a threat on your life or a shitty home life though to force his hand like that though, letting you experience the suffering of normal life only helps your hope grow and he has no desire to stifle that growth for no reason.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Komaeda is a lot more dominating when alone, while he tends to make himself small and obedient in public but in reality, Nagito is in charge. Sure he voices it like how it's in service to his angel, but at the end of the day he decides your meals, he decides your clothing, he decides when you wake up, he is in charge. For his angel's own good of course.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

At first, it would just be with words, scolding them for taking risks or talking down to them like they couldn’t possibly understand the danger of the world. As he gets closer he gets touchier, likely to forcibly grab your arm though he quickly let’s go and starts going off about how unworthy he was to grab his beloved like that. Once kidnapped or moved in with he takes on a lot more psychological-based punishments like isolation or gaslighting. He especially enjoys cutting his beloved’s hair a lot as a punishment, how his beloved’s face crumples as he cuts their hair, how they’ll wear this mark until it grows back, it’s such despair, and it creates such good hope when you get all bouncy that it’s grown back to how you like it.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

So many rights, he gets final say in everything, he may make it sound like you have a choice, but you never do. The best you'll get is a nice room and good food, but beyond that, it's up to Nagito.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Incredibly patient, Nagito has no problem waiting, but even his patience isn't limitless. Try to not push him too hard or he may think he needs to do something drastic.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

The despair would break Komaeda hard, but eventually, he would recover, all despair leads to hope, and if this is the biggest despair of his life, then it'll, it'll bring him an even greater hope! He has to believe that!

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Yes, but it had to be done so he doesn't regret it. His angel needed to be brought in and protected and nurtured! Sure it feels wrong for scum like him to take care of someone so ultimate like that, but it's his duty! He just wishes they'd understand it's for their own good!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Trauma for the most part, he sees himself as someone in service to a greater good and is used to great tragedy. As such he needs to protect himself by smothering the object of his affection to make sure they too do not leave him.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't like it, he tries to comfort them or explain what's going on but will sigh it's of no use and will leave until they've calmed down. Likely bringing them some nice tea to give them to help them relax. Isolating yourself is impossible though, he is always there and while he respects your privacy but as your caretaker he is in charge y'know, he will go into your room whether you like it or not.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Komaeda is Rich Rich Rich, he is much more likely to buy someone off then to actually engage in the more bloody side himself. He basically has infinite money, why not bribe everyone around you to make it easier for you to fall into his hands?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His luck cycle is your best bet, but good luck figuring out how to utilize it. Best bet is hoping he gets bad luck that loses you without killing you. Beyond that if you play into his Hope obsession you might be able to make an opening but it'll be nasty if he finds out you're faking.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes but only in ways, he can justify. He won't hurt his beloved for laughs, but he will step on your hand as you crawl for the door and sigh about such unpleasantries before grinding his heel down until he hears a snap. Afterward, he'll be a lot more coddling and condescending while also putting the blame on his beloved for making him do it. Don't push him too hard with escape attempts and fighting attempts or you might find yourself missing a limb as Komaeda rambles desperately about luck and hope and yadda yadda. As long as you space out attempts and tolerate him when you're not trying to escape you should be able to escape that fate though, gotta be strategic and conform to the twists and dips of his mind and mood when it comes to fighting back and escaping.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Immense worship, his angel is EVERYTHING, he will do ANYTHING.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A year or so to build up the obsession after which point they'll start heavily inserting himself into his angel's life.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, if they just refused to ever obey or bend to his will, eventually he will purposefully break his angel as much as he can so he can build them back up into true perfect pliant Hope. Do not push him to this point.

#nagito komaeda #yandere danganronpa #yandere alphabet #yandere #yandere komaeda #yandere nagito #yandere nagito komaeda #x reader #yandere danganronpa 2 #chainoftalent

[apollodeath]

Fairgrounds.

König x Reader

SFW

A/n: just a cute fair date with König SFW there’s some suggestiveness? But just cute. I made it really fast so hopefully it’s not bad.

When the two of you finally arrive you can’t hide your excitement you’ve been looking forwards to the fair all year long. Before König left on deployment he pinky promised you he’d take you when he got back, he got back two weeks before the fair opened and you had completely forgotten about it by just being so excited to have König home, he had remembered all along.

“Bist du aufgeregt, meine Liebe?” He smiled a little looking down at you while you two waited in line. It was a cold day and that wasn’t stoping the fun. His hand was warm enough to warm your cold hands plus you both had remembered to dress warm.

“Oh yes!” You smiled nodding. König admired your childlike excitement over the simple fair day. The cold brought out your rose tinted cheeks and nose, which he just adored.

“What’re you going to ride first?” He asked passing the time in the long line.

“I think the carousel!” You thought for a second “all I know is the ferris wheel will be last.” You smiled holding his warm hand close, tucking both of your hands in and around it, even though it was freezing König still burned hot. Which was a plus these kinds of days.

“Why’s that Liebe?” He tilted his head a little.

“Once the sunsets we’ll be able to see all the fair and town lights plus the stars” you explained already thinking how great the view is gonna be.

Once getting to the front and making your way in the fairgrounds it looked massive and full of side shops, games, food trucks and rides bigger than expected. You saw your first ride, the carousel.

—

Time passed and you two were done with rides and finishing up your carnival snacks, searching for fun games to play. König throws his empty drink away and looks around at all the quirky games and flashing lights.

You spotted the classic hammer game in all the cheesy rom-com movies. Whoever hits it hard enough gets a cute plush. Or a small ugly one if you’re ‘weak’ you laugh to yourself thinking about it.

“What?” He notices your smile and little laugh.

“Oh it’s just ‘The Strong Man’ game over there” you pointed “I think I would like to play” you laugh.

“Feel like testing your strength, meine liebe?” he smiles, you notice his cheeks and nose have a little pink sheen on them from the cold air. His breath fog lets you know it’s pretty cold out tonight. And maybe your frozen finger tips.

You walk up and look at the small ‘rewards’ they’re a pack of glow sticks and the other is a plastic beaded necklace.

“Those are… fun…” you joke looking up at König he laughs with you.

“Ja, I could glow in dark” he chuckles you laugh into your hand then look at the big ‘rewards’ that hang up on a display wall. They have surprisingly good quality plushes.

“Whoa those are actually cute” you point at them all.

“I think so too. ” he looked them over.

“Are you playing?!” The carnival worker shouted towards you making you look at him.

“Oh! Yeah I am.” You look back at König smiling and he gives you a little thumbs up as encouragement.

Getting closer to the game and taking the cartoonish big hammer you realized the machine was actually pretty tall. A red bell that sat at the top was meant to be rung, that’s if you were a ‘the strong man’ or whatever. You looked at the other rankings on the machine and they were silly little titles. The one right below the top was ‘regular man’ and 2 feet off the grounds title read ‘baby muscles’ and that got you to laugh. Before slinging the big hammer over your shoulder you realizing it was actually pretty heavy, brought it up and you got a better grip and swung down hitting the little pressure plate, making the little puck go up, but less then half way up. No bell ring. You read your little silly title. It’s not as iconic as ‘baby muscles’

‘Princess power’ you read and look at the worker he points at the bucket of small rewards.

“Thank you.” You say with a smile and grab your glow sticks on the way over to König. König smiles and laughs a little.

“Princess power is fitting” he says with a laugh grabbing the glow sticks and putting them in his coat pocket for safe keeping. You laugh and shrug “I wanted glow sticks anyway” you joke.

“My turn.” He says with a slight smirk, he takes his coat off handing it to you to hold, he adjusts his shirt sleeves and walks over getting the hammer, in his hands it looks smaller and also easier for him to pick up. For some reason König being in the cold without a jacket and even though the game was cheesy, you couldn’t help but admire König’s arm muscles as he lifted the hammer up and over his head then with a huff of his foggy breath in the cold he brought it down hard and fast. The puck shot straight to the top, ringing the bell. Flashing lights displayed his won title ‘The Strong Man’ and the people waiting to play start to clap and you smile brightly joining in on the short applause.

König points to the plushies and says something to the worker you can’t hear but he hands him a little white bunny plush and König takes it; walking back to you.

“For you mein Schatz” he smiles with pride in his walk and smirk. You blush taking the bunny and handing him his coat. You wrap the new plush in a hug then tippy toe kissing König. He softly cups your blushing cheek and then leans in whispering “it reminds me of you mein kleiner Hase”

You blush a deep red and look at him, his toothy grin is wolf-ish and once more he leans in and whispers “you’ll give me my real prize tonight…”

I just love him.

#konig #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig mwii #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig fluff #könig modern warfare #könig fanfiction #cod könig #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x gender neutral reader

[pforestsims]

Does Raw32bit texture format make TS2 CC makeup look better?

Raw 32bit format is basically what it says it is. It doesn't use compression and contains much more colour information than your standard 8bit DXT format - that is 32 bits per pixel. So CC item that contains Raw32bit texture takes up more texture memory. It's like loading FOUR textures instead of ONE.. Is it worth it?

Apparently there's a myth that Raw format is 'best for makeup' (but you can find Raw32 or Raw24 textures in all sorts of custom content). It increases the file size and clogs texture memory. Is it a good idea to use it in CC for the game that is not even able to display 8bit color depth correctly? After all, banding artifacts on dark colour gradients still show up, no matter what format you use.

Below is a little comparison. In extreme close-up, both 512x512 eyelashes are more crunchy - but also, quite crisp.

1024x1024 DXT5 lash mask looks a bit different to 1024x1024 Raw32, which is more smooth, but also a little blurry - none of those two looks as crisp as actual texture viewed in SimPe.

That's because the game shrinks 1024x1024 to 512 x 512 px, which is the default size of TS2 face texture (and also the scalp) and so the quality suffers from it.

I've shown my comparative pics to a few people, some said 1024x1024 DXT5 lashes look better. Let's zoom out just a little bit:

There's still a difference. But personally I prefer crisper-looking details.

If you go through TS2 game files, you'll find very few Raw colour textures that are actually being used. I only know about this one - lamp debris contains Raw24bit texture and I bet it was done by mistake.

I don't know if/how makeup files add up to pink flashing. These files tend to be much smaller than other Bodyshop CC items (when compressed ofc). Hairs are probably a much bigger culprit. But then again, if you often use layered face masks and you get pink flashing a lot, then it's something to think about.

Here's part2 and a few more comparative pics if you're interested.

*Lashes come from this really nice set by @goingmintal - textures are 1024x1024 raw32 so I had to suppress the urge to download all of it 😉

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #hey creators #I dont accept 1024x face masks in my game - raw32 or not - I either resize it to 512x512 DXT5 or delete it #ts2 tutorial #well it's not really a tutorial

[kirislovelygf]

haunted, part 2 (ronal x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: you and ronal have been married for about 14 years and have lived with the metkayina happily ever since you left the forest. now imagine your surprise when your ex appears out of nowhere with the man she cheated on you with and the family they built together.

content also: flash backs to when you + neytiri were girlfriends, angst, neytiri being kinda toxic, jealous ronal, and y/n high key hating jake

wrd count: 3k

꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

neytiri and i used to spend our days swinging through the forest like kids, racing through the trees.

“i bet i can find our lunch before you can.” i teased as i jumped on a branch. she lands on another above me and teased me.

“sure,” she answered sarcastically. “i have the bigger bow.” she chuckled.

“and i have the better aim.” i said with a hand on my hip.

“aw, is that what your mother told you?” she laughed. she swings into another branch before i can respond.

we kept going until we heard something yelling.

“what kind of animal screams like that?” i asked her as we landed on the forest floor.

she shrugged. “let’s go find out.”

“fine.. but if we die, it’s your fault.” i muttered to her as i walked past. she stared as i climbed up the tree.

she followed behind and we climbed high enough to see the floor.

when jake, who i didn’t know was jake at the time, came into view, i was scared and excited at the same time.

last time i saw a dreamwalker was when dr. grace was teaching me english when i was just a girl. and we hadn’t seen one since neytiri’s sister was killed.

i signaled for neytiri to come over. i jumped on a higher branch while she lay low, hiding behind leaves.

i kept watching him, a man. a man in clothes and holding a gun. a weapon that scared me more than the man himself.

watching him move, talk to himself, was entertaining. he wobbled around like an infant. i smiled and looked down to see neytiri’s reaction.

but she was fearful of the man. and cautious.

she began to sit up and pulled her bow and arrow ready to shoot.

“neytiri.” i muttered as quietly as i could. she looks up as i shook my head and mouthed “don’t.”

neytiri still had her arrow up and ready to shoot.

she glanced back down at the human and stared at his movements. i watched her curiously.

she was intrigued by him. in a way that made me uncomfortable

she sighed in reluctance and put her weapon away. she climbed up to where i was hidden.

“let my mother know there’s a human among us. i need to see what he is doing here.” she said in a hushed tone as she stood in front of me.

“okay.. what about you? will you be okay?” i asked.

she sighed and cupped my face with both of her hands.

“you always worry about me. i’ll be okay.” she smiled.

“i’m sorry, weren’t you the one who tripped over her own tail on the way here?” i whispered.

“i… ugh, you're wasting time. just go home and tell my mother.” she whispered quickly.

i chuckled softly and let her kiss me. her kisses always made me feel safe.

neytiri was always protective of me. one of her qualities i always appreciated.

she was also brave and loving and so intelligent. she learned english faster than i did and was able to learn more about the sky people.

i couldn’t stay focused. but she’d always be there to help me. well, until she wasn’t.

i replayed the moment she laid eyes on him. i must have missed something. she must have fallen in love with him the moment he appeared in the forest.

their love has always been a mystery to me. i let it go as long as i’ve been gone.

and when she came back, it felt like i was transported to the moment i found out she cheated.

i wondered and pondered about neytiri while cooking with my wife. i shouldn’t be this obsessed with her but i am.

ugh, i blame her.

i started to think about my day instead when ao’nung came home and told me he got into a fight.

with neytiri’s sons no less.

he told me ao’nung and his friends have been picking on her son and daughter. since she married a human, two of her kids ended up having four fingers.

and that led to ao’nung getting into a fight with neteyam and lo’ak.

he said they started it as lo’ak punched him, but i know ao’nung better than that. lo’ak didn’t start the fight by hitting him.

ao’nung started it when he decided to be a bully.

other than that, everything was.. manageable. ronal was here telling me about her training with neytiri and how they both hated every second of it.

“i expected her to be stubborn.” i chuckled as i stirred a pot over a fire in the middle of our home.

“i’m surprised she didn’t give up sooner. she waited until the ilu got tired of her falling off.” ronal chuckled as she chopped up fruits.

she puts them into a bowl and picks up a couple pieces.

“do you know how hard it is to fire out an ilu?” she laughed, putting a piece in my hand.

“leave it up to her to find a way.” i snickered.

she laughed beside me when tsireya and tonowari came in.

“hi, mama.” tsireya smiled.

“hi, my little flower. how was the day for you both? you’ve been gone since morning.” i said to her.

i stood up to look for bowls for us.

“it was nice. i spent time with my friends in the jungle. we must have lost track of time because we didn’t realize it was already eclipse.” she smiled as she sat down next to ronal.

“that’s okay. as long as your safe, i’m glad you had fun.” i chuckled.

“i heard something about a fight between ao’nung and lo’ak. what happened?” she asked.

“oh..” i chuckled.

“your brother was picking on the sully children. and earned a punch to the face.” ronal told her.

“ugh, i can’t believe him. he’s been messing with them since they got here.” she grumbled.

“your brother could learn from your kindness.” tonowari muttered.

i smiled and turned back, handing out bowls to everyone.

“or could learn how to fight.” i muttered back.

tonowari and ronal both glared at me as tsireya giggled.

“i’m sorry, but if he’s going to say stupid things all the time, he will need to know how to defend himself.” i said.

they glance at each other before rolling their eyes.

we ate together, not worrying much about where ao’nung was. once he was finished sulking, he’d come back home.

but when the night turned darker, and more na’vi started turning in, i started to grow concerned.

“maybe we should look for him.” tonowari whispered.

“he’s been out this late before. i’m sure he’s on his way back now.” i told him. he took another look outside, pulling the tarp aside.

he then pulled it aside completely when someone approached our home.

“jake sully.” my back was facing the entrance and my heart froze when i heard wari say that name.

i was able to avoid him these past weeks and he hadn’t come to our doorstep at all.

i glanced back and saw him and neytiri standing there. the moonlight poured into our hut as she stared inside.

i stood up and helped ronal up too before we walked over, reluctantly.

“my kids’ been missing all day. ao’nung said he took him to some place called three brothers rock.“ he said.

“oh no… he’s not safe there.” i said softly.

“what?” jake muttered.

“it’s home to akula. dangerous predators.” tonowari said warningly.

neytiri sighed in fear. “don’t worry. we will help you look for your son.” he said to her.

jake spared one more glance before tonowari walked between us to find his spear.

ronal and i went to do the same as jake and neytiri left.

soon, the entire village was searching the reefs for lo’ak. jake and neytiri were on their ikran and circling the island.

i and a couple other villagers were spread out looking for the boy.

“lo’ak?..” i called out.

my ilu began squealing nervously and thrashing. she was suddenly so nervous and started splashing the water.

“no, no, it’s okay.. relax..” i whispered to her. she wasn’t calming down.

something dimmed the light on the ocean floor. something enormous that also caused my ilu to swim away from it.

it’s a tulkun. it’s fin looked familiar though. i’ve seen them before i just couldn’t remember when. it dived into the water and swam away, causing heavy ripples before i could identify it.

suddenly, lo’ak appeared in the water. he looked like i had caught him doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

“mom?” he asked.

“what? no! no, i’m not your mother. it’s y/n.” i said nervously.

“are you okay? your parents are worried.” i held my hand out to him and helped him climb up to sit on the ilu.

“oh.. yeah, i’m okay. i got lost.” he said.

“okay.” i nodded.

we swam back to the village and i started to calling out for people to let them know lo’ak was safe.

we reached the edge of the pathways and i helped him step up.

“thank you.” he muttered.

“you’re welcome. stay safe, lo’ak.” his gaze fell behind me and he began glaring.

i looked and saw ao’nung with his black eye and pouting lip. he looked down as he stood beside his father.

jake stepped off the saddle of his skimwing, out of the water, and stopped his son before he could go over to ao’nung.

if he was my son, i would have let lo’ak at him.

jake looked at his arms and his back, searching his body for any injuries.

neytiri yelled out for her son and ran down to see him for herself.

she made sure he wasn’t hurt before hissing. “i pray for the strength that i will not pluck the eyeballs out of my youngest son.”

she swipes at his face, to which lo’ak just rolls his eyes like this happened every week.

“no, this isn’t lo’ak’s fault. ao’nung told him to go to three brothers rock. he knows better than to go there.” tonowari grabbed his son by the nape and made him kneel.

“the blame is his.” he said.

i looked to lo’ak and his parents. “thank you, tonowari, but-“

“no, it wasn’t ao’nung’s fault.” lo’ak spoke.

i grew confused.

“it was my idea. he tried to talk me out of it.” he continued.

i tilted my head slightly. i couldn’t understand why he was lying. but then i looked up to jake and neytiri, who were glaring daggers at his head.

that poor boy. i can feel the pressure from here.

“let’s go.” jake takes his son by the nap and walks away, neytiri following behind.

she slowed down as she was about to walk past me.

“thank you for helping him.” she said softly.

“it was nothing.” i shrugged. she nodded and walked away when ronal came up behind me and started glaring.

“you’re being friendly.” she muttered.

i sighed out and turned to face her. “ronal. please. be jealous tomorrow. i’m tired.”

she rolled her eyes but held my hand regardless as we walked back home together.

everyone was shaken up after lo’ak went missing for a whole day. parents were talking, saying the forest children were bad influences on their own children.

as i fell asleep, i reminded myself of the day everything went south.

the night jake became part of the clan, we celebrated. danced, drank, laughed, and had fun.

i wasn’t enjoying myself though. i noticed for the months that jake has been here that neytiri’s been paying much more attention to him than me.

especially tonight. trying to get him to dance and such.

but she’s been spending every single day with him under the excuse that she’s simply training him.

the day when he picked his ikran, she was touching his chest. for a reason i can’t understand.

what does ikran training have to do with touching his chest like that? and then she left to fly with him and i didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

and when i asked about what they did, she yelled at me.

“i don’t need to report to you! let me breathe!” she also slapped my hand off of her shoulder when i tried to be calm.

she tried to apologize that night, but i couldn’t get over how she slapped me like that.

i still had my doubts. maybe she was being friendly. maybe the problem was me and not with jake.

i disproved it all when i woke up and she wasn’t beside me like she was when she fell asleep.

i went to look for her but everyone was gathered at the trunk of hometree. everyone was confused. i tried to look for mo’at to ask her what was happening.

when i asked around me, no one could give me a straight answer. and up front were men and women ready to fight, holding their bows up in the air.

i finally reached the center of the circle everyone has formed.

i walked up behind mo’at and eytukan. tsu’tey was talking to them angrily. something about jake, i couldn’t understand, he was just rambling.

as if we spoke him into existence, him and neytiri walked into hometree. and holding hands.

jake called for tsu’tey, telling him not to do this. i wasn’t sure what “this” was.

i still had no idea what happened to get everyone so angry.

the next thing i know, tsu’tey pushed jake to the ground.

“tsu’tey! stop!” neytiri screamed at him, pushing him back. i watched in shock.

as he huffed resisting neytiri’s pushes, he asked him.

“you mated with this woman?”

and with that, it was like time stopped.

neytiri’s mouth was agape and she pushed tsu’tey back, this time he actually stepped away.

she looked at me as mo’at questioned if it were true or not. i kept glancing between her and jake.

“we..” she sighed out. “we are mated before eywa.”

“it is done.” even then she couldn’t look me in the eye when she actually needed to.

i could feel everyone’s stares on me.

i stomped toward the woman i thought loved me as much as i loved her and grabbed her wrist, dragging her away from everyone.

“y/n stop! listen for a moment.” she argued.

“all this time, you’ve been going behind my back. i knew you were in love with him. but i denied it so many times..”

“y/n, let me explain.”

“no! neytiri, listen to me. this entire time i have listened to your dumb excuses.” i yelled out.

she glared at me like i did something wrong.

“you are the worst woman in this entire planet. just last night, you told me you loved me. that nothing is between you and jake-“

“i know,-“

“and then I found out you.. you mated with him! the fucking human, you cannot be serious! right now, i believe i am crazy because what the fuck.” i screamed and screamed at the top of my lungs.

“what the fuck! neytiri!”

“you’re not crazy! y/n, i never meant for this to happen. i’m sorry. please.” she cried. “he isn’t as bad as you believe..”

“you’re incredible. his kind has done nothing but bring pain and suffering and you want me to believe he isn’t as bad as i think just because you slept together?” i reminded her.

she flinched at my yells.

“they killed sylwanin. they killed my father, they are destroying our home right now. you’re leaving me, and your home, and tsu’tey.. for him?” i asked her.

“i know how it sounds! i know what they did! but i didn’t want tsu’tey and i never wanted to be tsahik! the only thing i was ever sure about was you. until..” she cried.

“i was wrong.. i was wrong and i’m so sorry. i didn’t want it to happen like this..”

we paused. my chest was rising up and down. slowly now that i caught my breath.

“he will only hurt you.” i said, my voice raspy from the screams.

“he will only ever be a burden to you. you’ll never be able to forget who he is. what he is. what his kind has done to us.” i told her.

she glared at me, tears streaming down her face.

neither of us said a thing as we stared at each other painfully.

“you’ll always be reminded of me when you can’t escape his past.”

i heard footsteps behind me.

“y/n… y/n, it’s all my fault. i’m sorry.” his stupid voice rang.

“i’m sorry, but we have to go-“ he rambled but right as he appeared behind me, i struck him in the face, knocking him down.

“fuck you, jake!”

“stop! y/n!” she pulled my shoulder back and dropped to her knees to see how he was.

right then i knew who she really loved. it was me for a while. but it stopped, probably before she even met him.

it was worse because i thought jake and i were friends. i didn’t like him at first, no one did. but neytiri told me to give him a chance.

now i know why she said that.

that was the last time i saw neytiri. i didn’t hear about the war until years later when i joined the metkayina clan.

i lost any anger i felt for jake when i found out he was the new toruk makto. i decided i shouldn’t be angry at him because he fell in love with her. my love.

my problem wasnt even with neytiri for loving him.

but she still lied to me and manipulated me and mated with jake while we were still together.

i realize now i’ve been keeping anger for her ever since i left. i think her returning is a sign from eywa that i need to forgive her.

no, it definitely is.

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Could i request Love language hcs for heartslabyul? Thank you 😊 💓

Ace Trappola:

Give: Words of Affirmation.

He's such an honest person you know that if he's praising you, it's genuine. Ace is actually a far better listener than you give him credit for and he proves that he has some sort of emotional intelligence when he managed to pinpoint the things you were most self-conscious about; if it was something you were actively changing, he'd make it clear that he'd be by your side and that he knew you could make it through anything just because you're you.

Receive: Quality Time.

Ace really does want a partner he can just do fun things with. You don’t have to have everything in common, but he does want to be able to run off and do something at a moments notice. The nights where you go out with no destination in mind and end up with a new favorite eatery or shoe store or park to play around in are his absolute favorites, the kind of nights he’d be happy to look back on when you were both too old to do anything considered spontaneous anymore.

Cater Diamond:

Give: Physical Touch.

It’s pretty easy to him, though most of it is mimicry at first. He’s good at playing the doting boyfriend, brushing hair out of your face and having an arm draped around your shoulder when you’re in bigger groups of people (and he doesn’t want to get separated from you). When you do request that he only touch you in the way he wants to, he still plays with your hair, but he much prefers having your pinkys hooked or snuggling only when it’s the two of you.

Receive: Off camera Quality Time.

Cater likes being around you, and he wants you to like being around him whether there’s a camera there or not. He can’t quite get rid of the habit of taking pictures of everything but he does grow to learn that there’s magical moments that a picture can’t capture. Helping him live in the moment and maybe even indulge in moments that shouldn’t be on camera, like skinny dipping in a nearby lake with your hair getting all messed up and make-up dripping down your faces—might not be a good photo, but Cater can’t help but think you were as beautiful as ever.

Deuce Space:

Give: Acts of Service.

He’s a little better at being ordered around to do things rather than picking it up himself, but he’s not completely remiss when it comes to taking care of things around the house. You always did enjoy watching him work on machinery but that’s not all he’s good for—He actually finds some peace in cleaning the house if you’re out for the day doing something else, showing great pride when you come home to find the place sparkling.

Receive: Words of Affirmation.

It’s not something he can articulate well, and he’s certainly not good with words, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being reassured. He’s always wanted you to be honest with him about your relationship and if he needs to be doing more for you, so hearing compliment after compliment can have him soaring on cloud nine. He never knew words could have such a great effect on people but your praise has made it clear how you view him.  

Riddle Rosehearts:

Give: Words of Affirmation/Acts of Service.

Riddle wants you to be your best self. He wants to motivate you to achieve your dreams and he never wants you to stop learning, because life was about a constant stream of new information becoming pertinent to the world. You would continue learning and evolving outside of NRC and Riddle wanted to go along with you on that journey. Hearing him praise your intelligence or learning a new skill, or even having him learn a new skill alongside you, is something he does as he learned people are more motivated by praise than threats.

Receive: Quality Time.

He thinks it’s important for a couple to be around each other, and to not fight or snip at each other every moment. He enjoyed having conversations with you, hearing your opinions on this or that, or sharing new knowledge you had learned in your own life that he might never have discovered if it weren’t for you. It’s important to him that you communicate in a meaningful way and that you have activities you can enjoy together, like tea time.

Trey Clover:

Give: Gift-Giving.

He can be an Acts of Service type of lover too, he really just likes to use his hands and do things for you to display his love. He’s not bad with words but he feels like he can come across poorly, especially when he’s annoyed and needs that little moment to himself. But he’s always got you in mind, baking little snacks that he knows you like, making dinner on a night when it’s your turn, and he’s not above buying you a little treat that he knows you would appreciate. He just prefers going with the homemade method, so he might even learn how to sew or do some crafts.

Receive: Acts of Service.

He just likes when you go out of your way to help him out, it always makes him feel loved when he left something a mess to clean up the next day and when he’s down in the kitchen again he discovered you got to it first. Picking up chores when you know he’s got a lot of orders, helping him handle the finances, even offering a helping hand in the kitchen or acting as cashier in the bakery—he appreciated all of those things and expressed his gratitude at the end of every day.

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Hiiii are your requests open?? If so could I request the Demon bros (or just Levi Beel and Belphie) comforting s/o after a long and hard day at work? Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna!

Love ur work btw!! ☆♡☆♡☆

hiii!! I’m pretty sure you’re my first ever requester! yay! I’ve been looking forward to this. Requests are open and will be unless I explicitly say they aren’t :D

Thank you sm!!! Sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you imagined. Don’t be afraid to give feedback. Let me know you vision so if you request again in the future, I’ll be better suited to write to your taste next time! Let me know what you think :)

I literally love requests since they give me ideas that I wouldn’t normally come up with, and I’m always itching to write about something. Requests make me feel special LOL kicking my feet, twirling my hair, giggling rn

also sorry that this is so late! it's exam season lol

Demon brothers comforting their s/o after a particularly hard day at work

Lucifer

convinced he would also be half asleep while comforting his s/o this man catches no breaks, except when around his beloved <3

His love language is quality time, so he wants to show you he cares by finally putting down the pen and just relaxing together

Would brew them a cup of his signature coffee, docked up as you like it, of course. Lucky you, he doesn’t do that for just anyone!

Mans down bad lol

Lucifer heard the door opening from his office. He recognized the sound of Mc’s footsteps in the hall as they hung up their coat and tucked away their work shoes. They were oddly silent, though. They usually called out to him, or burst into his home office to tell them about their day. He saw them shuffle past the open door and to their bedroom.

He decided it let it go for now. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, but if they needed him, they would come to him. He didn’t need to investigate. However, as he tried to focus on the work, he found himself reading the same paragraph over and over again as he though about Mc. After not even five minutes of debating, he got up with vigor and made his way to their room.

They were sprawled out over on the bed, face down. He quickly moved to flip them over. He let out a small sigh of relief now he saw their eyes were open. “What are you doing?” Lucifer sat next to Mc.

“I’m tired, Luci.” They grabbed the pillow he always used and put it over their face, their voice muffled.

“Are you feeling unwell?” He removed the pillow so he could see their face again.

“I guess you could say that. Everyone at work was so annoying today and I’m ready to do nothing now.” He stopped Mc from rolling over again and pulled them into his side.

“Let me make you something to drink. Go sit in the living room. Do you have any preferences?” He looked them right in the eyes.

“No, but one of the coffees you make the best sounds nice, maybe please?" He sighed lovingly a little at their antics. They clearly wanted this coffee.

“Consider it done. Now go sit.” He stood them up and gently pushed them out of the room. They disappeared out of view while he quickly brewed the coffee. He returned as fast as he could and sat next to them. Pressing the hot coffee into their hands, he placed his other hand on their head to pat them.

“Do you want to talk about your day?” He picked up his own mug and payed close attention to his partner. They agreed and began ranting about what coworker #1 did and how annoying coworker #2 was at lunch. While he listened carefully, he also took the moment to admire them, for no particular reason.

“… and that’s pretty much it I think. It felt good to get that out of my system.” Their coffee had cooled off by now. They took a small sip to test the temperature, and then took a few bigger ones once they knew it was safe.

“Good. Now if you don’t have anything urgent to do, I would prefer if we could sit together and enjoy each other’s company.” Lucifer scooted closer to press their legs together, so even though their hands were busy, they could still enjoy contact.

“That sounds nice. You’re the best, Luci.”

They basked in each other company for the next few hours, or however long that was. They weren’t really sure, but they were sure they were going to take as much time together as they could.

Mammon

It’s normal for him to be right on top of his s/o as soon as they walk through the door, but once he notices how worn they seem, he enters protective mode

“Who hurt my human?!” “Nobody Mammon, work was just tough” “oh”

No but in all realness, he would let down his tsundere facade to make sure you’re ok

Kisses!

Will convince you to let him make dinner to let you relax. He’s not the best, but he’s going to try, just for you <3

Afterwards, will cuddle together to make sure you day ends nicely

Mammon sat in front of the TV on their couch, his leg kicked up on the coffee table, aimlessly flickering through the channels. His duties were never too heavy, so he always found himself consuming human content. Humans were fascinating.

He heard keys jiggle in the front door. His human was finally home! He scrambled to his feet and patiently waited just out of the range of the door so he wouldn’t get hit by it when it opened. As usual, he threw himself at Mc as soon as they walked in. However, he noticed they were less responsive than usual. He took a step back and smoothed some of their hair back from their forehead. They weren’t smiling.

“Human? What’s the matter with ya?” He shook them by their shoulders.

“Work was the worst today. The day couldn’t have gone by any slower. I really missed you.” They slumped into his embrace. As he held them, he thought for a moment. He knew his usual demeanor wasn’t the most relaxing to deal with at times, and now was one of those times. For the sake of his Mc, he decided to drop his facade.

“Listen, how does this sound? Let me do the cookin’ tonight. Ya need to relax. I can feel the tension in yer shoulders. Ya go shower n’ relax or whatever, while I do the hard work. We can watch yer favorite movie too. If yer still feeling off tomorrow, ya can call in sick and have us time.” The warm smile that finally crept into Mc face, the one he had been looking for. He kissed their forehead, rubbing his thumbs in circles on their back.

“Thank you, Mammon. Everything you need is in the fridge. The recipe is in the cookbook.” They kissed the tip of his nose, kicking off their shoes and coat. They abandoned their work bag at the dining table before disappearing into their bedroom. He found himself stupidly standing there smiling for a moment. He could hear the blood rushing to his face. He snapped to it quickly. Mc needed him, and he was going to deliver. The cookbook was just a notebook the two of them had filled with their favorite recipes. A bookmark stuck out of one part, letting him know what to cook. He recognized it as his favorite human world food. Diavolo, he loved them. He cooked as fast as he could, so that when Mc got out of the shower, they would have a hot meal waiting for them.

Unfortunately, they were done before him, but at least he got the nice surprise of them laying their head on his shoulder and wrapping their arms around him as he cooked. Food was done shortly after, which Mc scarfed down.

“You’re the best Mammon. I love you.” They put their head ok his shoulder again as they sat side by side on the couch watching their favorite movie. He smiled into their hair and gave them a kiss on the top of the head.

“Love ya too.” He stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide what to say next. However, they had somehow fallen asleep. Had he really taken that long to think about what to say? No matter the case, he knew as long as they were happy, he was happy.

Levi

A worrier, will stress over every small thing he did because he’s concerned you’re upset over something he did

After a little thinking, he gathers the courage to go apologize only to realize it wasn’t his fault, he’s so precious 🥺

he’s so sweet, will offer whatever it takes to get his player two feeling better again

If you want to play games together, y’all are playing games. If you want to go out, y’all are going out

Y’all gotta place more respect on his name, I love him 😫 (please my little brother literally nicknamed him hotdog water 😭😭)

At first, Levi didn’t even realize Mc was home. As usual, he was holed up in his gaming room. Mc usually came into his room to give him a kiss and let him know they were home. He looked forward to it everyday. But today was different. The time they usually got home came and past, no word for them.

Levi paused what he was doing to think. It was almost an hour past the time Mc usually arrived home. No texts or calls from them he may have missed. He began to freak out. What if they got into an accident on the way home? What if they needed help but had no way of letting him know? He went to worst case scenario almost immediately. He stood up so fast he got lightheaded, but he didn’t care. He began tearing through the whole house in search of them.

His search ended quickly. He found Mc sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of cornflakes. They didn’t even notice him. As he let out one worry, another one flooded in. Was Mc mad at him? Why else would they not come to see him after they got home from work? He quickly tried to begin thinking of what he might have done to make them upset. Before he could think any longer, Mc noticed him standing in the doorway.

“Levi?” They tiredly put another spoonful of cereal in their mouth, and almost spit it out after Levi threw himself to his knees at their chair.

“Mc! I’m so sorry for everything! You’re the coolest person I know and I don’t deserve you! I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” He looked up at the sadly.

“What are you sorry for? I’m not mad at you. Should I be?” They put the spoon down and got up from the chair to crouch next to Levi.

“Wait, you’re not mad at me?” He paused and look at them.

“I’m not.” While they weren’t mad, Levi could tell something was wrong. They made no further move to continue the conversation, so he carried it himself. He wasn’t used to that.

“You didn’t stop in my room once you got home, so I just automatically assumed you were mad at me. I’m sorry for being so stupid.” He hung his head.

“Oh, no. You don’t have to apologize. Today work was just rough, so I went to get something to eat and unwind with. You told me that your raid was today, so I figured you would find me. Sorry if I worried you.” They side hugged him. He felt bad after he heard them speak. They were just tired and worn down by work. He immediately resolved to make it up to them.

“Well, uhm, if you’ll let someone gross like me help you, is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Anything at all?” Levi asked.

“If you’re offering, just spending time together sounds nice. Tell me about your day.” So he took a seat next to them and began doing what he did best: talking about video games. They watched him intently, occasionally remembering to eat the now soggy cereal that was in front of them. In the middle of his rambling, they gave him a kiss on the cheek. He paused and went bright red.

“To make up for the kiss I missed earlier, and as a thank you always being there. I love you, my admiral.” They smiled at him, the first time he has seen them smile that day.

“I… I love you too.” He was still embarrassed sometimes to say that, but it was all worth it to see the smile on their face.

Satan

Definitely thinks his way of destressing is the best: going to an animal shelter, playing with the cats, and then donating <3

However if you two lived separate from the rest, he’s 100% getting two cats minimum so the cats are right there! would still donate though since it makes him happy

Also firmly believes another really good way to unwind is to just say everything out loud. If you don’t want to tell him, that’s fine, he can leave the room or make it so he can’t hear what you’re saying

If not, he will talk your ear off (endearingly) about his latest read over tea

“Dear, are you home already? I thought you were going out with coworkers right after work?” Satan didn’t look up from his book but he had heard the door open as well the familiar jingling of their keys. Their two cats immediately got up from where they were resting on the back of the sofa and on his lap respectively to greet his partner. He finally looked up to see Mc standing with both the fuzz balls in arms, looking more tired then he’d ever seen them.

“What’s the matter?” He instantly knew something was wrong. He couldn’t place it, but something was off.

“It’s a long story.” They jumped over the back of the sofa and sunk down in the seat next to him. The three of them snuggled into his side, making him melt.

“Do you want to tell me the shortened version?” He placed a hand on their head. They leaned into his shoulder.

“That sounds great actually. Some of it is just office drama but it’s so tiring.” They began ranting to him about their awful day and how the minutes seemed to slow all day. “The only thing that kept me sane was thinking about you and our sons.”

Mc’s remark made him begin to heat up. It’s a good thing they weren’t looking at him. His heart swelled at even the thought of Mc referring to the group as a family. To be fair, they really did treat their cats as their sons and definitely received better treatment than some children. Part of him hoped one day he could prove himself a better father than Lucifer was to him. He couldn’t hope for a better partner. He gave them a kiss on the head.

“I think you need to hear that you’re the sweetest, most loving person I’ve ever met. No matter what happens, work or otherwise, you’ll always have my shoulder to lean on.” A small meow from between them told them that the cats wanted to be included too.

“Thank you, all three of you. Now, did you guys do anything fun while I was out? Please tell me you had a better day?” They looked at the group before them.

“I’m gonna tell them what you did. Yeah, someone had to do it. Stop that!” Satan laughed as the cats batted at his face. He knew no matter what, his partner loved hearing about everything the two cats got up to. Their hijinks could always be the highlight of anyone’s day. While he was in the middle of telling his story, Mc planted a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re a blessing from the heavens.” They wrapped their arms around his neck and leaned in closer. The meaning hit him directly in the feels. The fact that the most important important person in his life considered him, the odd one out of his brothers, a blessing from the heavens was more than enough to make his heart swell.

“I couldn’t ask anymore from a partner.” He gave them a kiss back, and continued the story wrapped up in their arms.

Asmo

You know exactly what he thinks would be best for you

Spa day!! He can give you the routine to die for and the entire time, he will he chattering like a nail tech who’s had you as a long time client

Anything you want is yours right now

He knows this won’t solve your problems, but he knows it will give you the right state of mind so you can solve them when the time comes

In the meantime, he’ll be your biggest cheerleader and kiss you better <3

“Babe! You’re home! I can’t wait to show you what finally arrived today through the human Akuzon! These nail stickers are to die for! Do you know if the human standards would allow them to survive that lava hot springs I love?” Asmo skidded around the corner to the front door as soon as he heard it open. He was holding up a little sheet covered in plastic wrap with cute little icons lined up in neat rows. However, Mc hadn’t even looked up from their shoes as they shuffled into front of him. They placed their head on his chest and leaned into him. "Babe?" Mc only made a strange groaning noise and hugged him when he tried to move away. They gripped him tightly. They still had their bag on their shoulder and keys in hand.

"What's wrong? Did someone at work do this to you?" He patted their back the best he could since they had his arms pinned down by their hug. They sat in silence for a moment, and Asmo was about to speak up again when they finally said something.

"I've just had such a long day. Just being around you is comforting, is all." They sighed happily as he began to stroke their head.

"I know exactly the cure to your woes! How does a super relaxing spa night sound? I just learned how to give hydrating facial and brought these new products for it! If you're up for it, do you think I could do your nails too? These little bow stickers are so cute." He thought that by pampering his beloved and being supportive he could give them the help they needed to get back up. They had done the same for him before.

"That sounds great. You always know how to make me feel better." Mc got on their tip toes to kiss his cheek. He internally squealed. He hugged them back excitedly.

“You’re going to love this! Go get changed into something comfortable while I get my things together. These stuffy work clothes don’t look very breathable.” He was reluctant to release them. He adored them. Eventually they tapped his arm, signaling they were ready to be released. He let go, but before they could walk off, he took their face in both his hands and kissed the tip of their nose.

“Love you Mc. Really, I do. I tell you everyday but I just want to make sure you understand that.” He pushed some hair away from their eyes with his thumbs.

"I love you too, Asmo. I really don’t know what I would do without you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” They overlayed their hands with his and gave him a kiss back. Before he could retaliate, they backed away. After a playful wink, they disappeared around the corner he has initially ran around to get to them. He stood there for a minute, starstruck. It was moments like these that made him question why he ever thought he was the most beautiful thing alive when Mc existed.

Beel

You know the drill babes, say it on 3

Food!! Food is always the answer which is my favorite mentality

Food is what comforts him, especially foods that remind him of you, like what you consider comfort food

He will resist the urge to eat all the ingredients and make this food just for you, to see the look of hot on your face when the presents it to you

You know how hard that is for him which makes it all the more special

Beel was patiently waiting for Mc to get home from work. He did this sometimes, so it wasn’t unusual. However, what was unusual was how long he found himself waiting. He had a very good internal sense of time. He always knew when to stop whatever he was doing to wait for them. His internal timer went off about ten minutes before they got home. If they had told him they would be late that day, the timer wouldn’t go off until later. Today, though, he hasn’t heard anything from them.

He found himself worrying. They were very good with always being on time. He checked his phone. He hadn’t missed anything from them. His brothers were chatting up a storm, but that was it. He decided to text Mc, since what argument Mammon and Levi had gotten into today wasn’t as important as checking up on them.

He quickly send a short message, asking how they were and what they wanted for dinner. Thankfully, he got a response pretty quickly. They told him they were just caught in a lot of traffic, and their coworker has needed a ride home since their car broke down that morning. They didn’t explicitly state it, but he could tell they were tired. He knew how work was difficult sometimes. After hearing them say they were really in the mood for jambalaya, he set his mind to making some.

He knew how warm and comforting it was to return home to a warm meal and the one you love. Mc had treated him to that on many occasions and now it was his time to return the favor. He had seen them make it many times, and while he had never had a hand in making it himself, he thought he could do it. Luckily, they had everything they needed. He gathered everything he needed, and carefully recalled any memories he could of Mc making this food. All of these memories were fond, and he hoped to convy this through his cooking.

When the front door finally opened, Beel was almost done cooking. The smell of the spices was thick in the air. He left the meal simmering on the stove and went to greet Mc.

"Beel, what's that smell?" They set down their work bag and sniffed their air.

"Dinner. I made jambalaya." He smiled, excited to see the grin blooming on their face.

"Awwwww, Beel! You shouldn't have!" They threw their arms around him and squeezed him as tight as they could. All the work and effort he had but into not eating the ingredients was worth it. Mc quicky went to change out of their work outfit so they could sit down together and enjoy dinner together. The smile on Mc's face was worth the world.

Belphie

Even though he thinks sleeping fixes everything, he will do more than the bare minimum for you!

Takes it upon himself to gather his most comfortable pillows and blankets to make a nest for you, kind of like a squirrel lol

Brings offerings of baked goods and your favorite takeout

Will do whatever you want basically <3

Belphie was asleep, as usual, when Mc got home. Normally, he was able to sleep right through this and was awoken by a kiss on the forehead by them. Today was slightly different. The sounds were the same. The soft opening and closing of both the front door and their bedroom door, the jingiling of keys, and the rustling of their coat. However, he had actually awoken before his usual forehead kiss. Something wasn't right. Belphie sat up and watched as Mc walked around them room, setting everything in it's place. They looked over at him, surprised.

"Belphie, you're awake earlier than usual. It is my turn to cook tonight, right?" Mc stopped to check the date.

"Yes." He was still half asleep as they made their way over to him. As they kissed him on the forehead, he grabbed their hands to stop them from leaving. "Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm alright. Just tired." Mc sighed and avoided eye contact. He knew that wasn't the truth. Trying to lie and tell a sloth demon you were tired when you actually weren't was futile.

"Tell me what's bothering you." He caught their gaze.

"Work was hard today. I had to do a lot of writing too. I'm sick of it right now." They told him after he gazed at them with his best doe eyes. He flipped their hands over in his own to look at them. They looked more red that usual.

"What do you want for dinner? I'll order takeout. And don't tell me whatever or anything is fine. We are getting what you want." He pulled them to sit beside him.

"Well, pizza sounds good." They laughed a little about how oddly stern he sounded.

"Good. Now go shower while I get everything ready." Belphie shooed his beloved away lovingly. They were amused by this again, but did as he asked. He quickly ordered some pizza over the phone, and then quickly began preparing a comfortable place for them to rest. He arranged everything in a nest like structure, leaving room for the both of them in the center. He turned on the TV as well, finding Mc's favorite show. At night, he knew they would rewatch this show while he was fast asleep, but this time, he would watch it with them. He knew how happy it made them to share what they loved with him.

Before they got out of the shower, the pizza had arrived. After making sure the box wasn't too greasy, he placed it on one of their side tables. He didn't insert himself into the bundle yet, though. He was waiting for Mc. Instead, he sat on the end of the bed, on his D.D.D. When they emerged from the bathroom, they were toweling their hair. He led them to sit beside him and began toweling their hair for them. He was still oddly serious the entire time, causing Mc to giggle, but was still touched by it. He tucked them into the blanket amalgamation and put on their favorite show, presenting them with the food. They could feel themselves falling deeper in love with him.

"Love you." Mc kissed his forehead.

"Love you too." He mirrored this action, to show his affection for them. What would he do without this human?

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[k-tarotz]

AHHH THAT BEOMGYU READING WAS ADORABLE

can i request one on how jay from enhypen would treat his crush please? thanks!

Thank you!! I'm happy you liked it lovely!! <3

Yes of course, Jay is someone easy to read too hehe!

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How Jay acts around his crush:

King of wands, the chariot

More Optimistic in general he would become a bit more optimistic, I think he might be realistic in general, but being around his crush would make him think more positively about many things. But even about things like a new music video, new album and such stuff would make him more optimistic as well because he would genuinely be curious about his crushes opinion and reaction to those.

Best version of himself he would also be the kind of person who would try to better himself, even though he is doing perfectly fine you know? As for his personality I feel like he would try to be more easy going than he already is in general. As for looks he would try to look more manly, despite that he already is. He might wear jackets more often that make his shoulders look a bit bigger tbh sunghoon would do the same, probably prefer to wear black more often as well as he might view that as a colour that makes people look more attractive

Nervous man man man... when I tell you, if he is around/near his crush he would get so nervous that for a moment he has to check if he is still wearing his pants or shirt- I absolutely don't mean this in a nsfw version, but you know some people have those dreams where they go out of their house forgetting to wear a pants right? In that moment he would think something like "hold on- do I still wear my clothes? Do I have something on my face? How is my hair?" Boy would overthink it for a few seconds there but who is he to blame? No one wants to accidentally embarrass themselves in front of their crush, we all want to look amazing around them

Trying to joke more often so jay is someone who likes to rather joke with his friends that he knows for longer, like especially if he doesn't know his crush for too long yet, but honestly I think if he is really comfortable around his crush regardless of that and likes them genuinely a lot - he would love to make them laugh. It would make his heart flutter so much and genuinely fill him with joy because not only is he seeing his crush laugh, being able to see their beautiful smile and hearing them laugh, but he would feel so warm and proud of himself that he is the reason why his crush laughs. I don't have enough words to describe how happy that would make him, but it would be enough to make him joke around more often than usually. One of them being puns! "Do you like jay-pop? I do"

Shy but proud so if his crush compliments him I can see him blushing slightly being a bit shy about it but at the same time it would make him feel proud and boost his ego in a good way, his heart would beat faster and he might chuckle because shy, maybe even his hands would get a tiny bit sweaty in that moment but he would smile brightly and his eyes would lit up

More confident Jay is unfortunately someone who can be quite insecure about himself, even though he really is such a good person, but spending time with his crush, words of affirmation, quality time and other things he would receive from his crush (and also give! He isn't selfish at all!) All that would lead to him gaining more confidence

More healthy if his crush takes care of him while he is sick, or genuinely tells him they are worried about him - I think he would take that to his heart. "My crush and my friends and family care about me, I shouldn't worry them!" Which would lead to him trying to take better care of himself more often, even trying to get rid of bad habits that he might has (like for example overworking himself or perhaps eating too much junk food)

More happy and also more chill I think those are the most obvious so I won't expand too much on this but he would genuinely be much more happier, he would especially love it if he can rely on his crush and go to them to talk about God and the world for hours, he really enjoys deep conversations. He would also be a bit more carefree and easy going, usually he can get sulky or mad quite easily but I feel like if he spend time around his crush and then something none serious yet bad happens he wouldn't get mad or sulky rather just laugh over it, like even if there might be a small fight with a member he would rather try to make up than to add to the fight or get emotional over it you know?

Enough confident to take action so I think after a while, it depends a bit how close he is with his crush so it can be weeks but it can also be months, he would definitely want to confess. He would feel confident and comfortable enough to gather hod courage up and confess, instead of waiting for longer or wanting his crush to take action. I feel like he would definitely plan out a proper confession. Not just a "Hey I like you, do you want to go out with me?" And especially not through texts. He is the type to want to do it in person and also see his crush's real expression after his confession.

Romantic so we all know that jay is a hopeless romantic, who would he take it out on? His crush of course! Especially the confession would be super romantic. He would literally plan it out first. I can see a beautiful candle dinner outside maybe in an empty park or a empty beach, near/during the sunset and there probably being a bottle of wine, glasses, a wonderful (probably self made) dinner, beautiful flowers in a vase on the table and lots of rose petals on the ground and some on the table, also forming a heart. Let's Also not forget about the candles. I also feel like after he already prepared everything he would go and pick his crush up, lead them there but blindfold them shortly before they reach their destination. Boy would be so excited yet nervous. I almost forgot but he would definitely ask his crush to dance with him right there (with music, after their dinner) in a very close yet romantic way. After his confession and his crush saying yes he would give them some sort of jewelry, either a ring, bracelet or a necklace. I feel like it's the last option and he would help them put the necklace on.

Aside from all of this those are also all the things he would be towards/around his crush, even before the confession: loyal, kind, helpful, gentleman like, playful, generous, paying attention to detail, jealous, perhaps a tiny bit possesive but really nothing serious, lovely, caring, honest

Disclaimer: this was made with tarot, intuition and a bit of analysis, don't take anything too serious please, it's mostly for entertainment purposes! The divider isn't from us, credits to the right owner!

- Hun

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[mymainwastoocluttered]

The Most Beautiful Girl in the World (Vil)

Vil sees a goblin eating, and not even he can understand why he thinks she's so beautiful

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Indulgence, thy name is me. Went out, scarfed down some food, horrified the Vil in my head, you're welcome

—(⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠)

Vil cannot believe his eyes as the most beautiful girl he has ever seen opens her mouth to a borderline inhuman degree and takes a giant bite out of a hamburger bigger than her hand.

He agreed to take Epel to a common mall so the younger boy could have some different experiences, both as a reward for good behavior and a bonding experience recommended by Yuu, who has been helping the two boys understand each other better after Vil's overblot, in hopes they'll learn something. What exactly the Prefect wants them to learn is a mystery, but Vil might as well do this much, at least.

That's why he's sitting at the food court, waiting for Epel to come back with their food. The most beautiful girl in the world sits two tables from his, directly across him. Vil is not Rook, but even him feels the compulsion to write poetry in his mind while looking at her.

Oh, Seven, she's attacking the fries now!

One. Two. Three. Four– five fries on one go!

And another giant bite on the giant hamburger.

Her lipstick long gone, the memory of it on the cup she's been drinking from in between bites.

Vil has no idea how to feel.

He feels horrified, of course, but also, strangely endeared? She's a messy eater, but when she does it, it's cute? Like a pretty little fairy princess trying to eat a sugar cube bigger than her.

"Vic?" Epel's voice cuts his moment of reverie, making him blink as he turns to the younger boy. "You ok?"

"... Yes. Did you bring my salad?"

"Yep! I think I got everything right, too!"

Epel is more than happy to present the food, and Vil has to give it to him: the boy managed to remember his order to a T. If only he applied himself like this at school.

They eat in silence, and for the first time, Vil notices that it is a comfortable silence. There is no tension in the air, Vil doesn't feel like he might pop a vein and Epel doesn't look like a kicked puppy. He's even eating properly, taking small bites and cleaning his mouth every now and then! Vil is proud.

Speaking of eating, the Most Beautiful Girl in The World appears to be finished, throwing her head back to shove the last piece of her food on her mouth like a neanderthal.

Oh, she's cute.

"You're staring, Victor."

Vil blinks, processing the words. Right, he's in disguise, right now he is not the Vil Schoenheit, but just a Victor. This disguise is really effective, and even though he doesn't look as beautiful as he does in his own face, he's still very attractive. Taking a sip of his juice, he hums.

"That girl caught my eye."

"The one with the black lipstick, wild hair and blue sweater?"

Vil nods, eyes still glued to the view. After cleaning her mouth and face, she pulled out a tube of lipstick, and is applying layer after layer of it. Her hair sticks out like a messy, wild bush of curls. The blue of her sweater is of a pastel Vil has only seen in aesthetic blogs. Her face is void of any other make up, and he can see a few moles on her skin. Her earrings are clearly cheap, quickly losing their golden shine. She looks like a potato.

He can't stop looking at her.

Curses. She saw him.

Vil is confident in the quality of his disguise, but maybe that's the problem. Maybe he wants her to recognize him, to see him and not the disguise—the mask he's wearing today.

She smiles at him, a smile with a bit yellowed teeth, and his heart jumps. Such a simple girl, and yet he knows he'll take the image of her with him forever.

So he smiles back, heart jumping at how she beams at his reciprocity.

"You should go talk to her."

"Epel, I do not need you to give me relationship advice."

"Do you think she has a boyfriend? She looks like she could have a boyfriend."

"Epel."

"Rook is gonna love this."

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[ophernelia]

Hi. Do you have any tips on how to grow your sims platforms? I keep tryig and posting and I hardly get any interactions or followers. Idk what to do. I wish bigger creators would help out smaller ones more by reposting the content so it gets more views. Its so hard starting out

Hey! Yeah, I have a few tips I can share! This is gonna be long so beware!

I keep seeing this sentiment reiterated about larger creators. I get it, but I think everyone's missing one thing in regards to it: you already have access to the same audience they have. Just like you they grew their platform. Maybe it was a stroke of luck from a viral post or something, but they still had to start somewhere. What it takes is getting your content to hit the algorithm. That's all! So even if a larger creator never looks your way, you can still grow and curate an audience without their help. Small accounts are what make up big accounts after all.

You NEED good SEO. I'll talk about TikTok specifically. If you want a boost in visibility then get on Tik Tok. Properly tagging your content is the key to working the algorithm in your favor. I think people believe the more tags the better. No. The more accurately tagged, the better. The hashtags "TS4", "The Sims", and "The Sims 4" are always trending. You should always use those tags. The rest depends on the kind of content you're posting. I'll use my most viral video as an example. My Stormveil Chateau post on Tik Tok got 141.6K views, 22.3K likes. Since it was for a maxis match build I used the following tags: #thesims4 #sims4 #ts4 #simstok #ts4cc #fyp #sim #sims4tok #sims4maxismatch #sims4build #sims4builds #ts4build #ts4gameplay. Most of the tags are related to TS4 and TS4 builds. I wouldn't include anything about CAS, mods, etc. It wouldn't fit the post. Don't flood other tags in hopes of getting more views. It'll just bury your post under a bunch of random content. People have to be able to find your content.

Visually appealing content performs better, period. Y'all give the aesthetic girls hell but they know a thing or two about working the algorithm. I'll give them that! People like things that look nice. Now, that's not to say you need to purge all the color or character from your game. You don't have to follow a certain style trend. Curate your own personal style. Do what you do to the best of your ability. Whatever you post, just make sure it's good quality. Focus on sharpness, clarity, etc. If you wanna curate a particular look then go for it! But most importantly, having clear clean images or videos is the main thing you need. And you don't need a beast of a PC to do it. Sharpen your images and videos before you upload them using Capcut or something. Make sure the lighting is nice. Make sure it's a good resolution for the platform you're posting on. A quick tip: Adding dof to lower quality images makes it look better! See how the left photo looks more clear than the right? A little bit of depth of field helps so the pictures don't fall flat.

Pick a primary social to promote your secondary ones. Usually your primary social may be the one where you have your largest audience. For me, it was Tik Tok. On there I'd promote my Patreon, YouTube, and Tumblr. You just released some cc? Post something about it on Tik Tok, let your audience know they can find it on your Tumblr. Use one to promote the others.

Slow organic growth is STILL growth. Growing your audience is one beast, but maintaining it is a whole other thing. As someone who has gotten shout outs from larger creators, that initial boost ALWAYS dies down. And socials like YouTube will not hesitate to tell you "Hey boo, your shit's failing now. You kinda suck." Been there, felt that. Boosts from other creators and giveaways don't have much longevity. Most times that audience will leave. On occasion you may get a few who stick around, but most won't. That's why it's important to build your audience organically. Yes, it may take longer but they won't just dip out after a few weeks. Things take time to grow. Things take time to curate. Understand you are BUILDING something. It takes time!

And lastly- if you just really want the numbers and it doesn't matter what content you post, then here's what you do: Sell. Still use good SEO, still try to have high quality photos, but give people something to consume. People like to see what they can get. Post some builds, cc, whatever. If you're not a cc creator, then do cc finds, mod reviews, tutorials, build recommendations, lookbooks. People love a good cc haul. They wanna see what they can get. And that's not to say people that make this sort of content don't care about their content. I know they do and it's a lot of work! It still takes time and effort to curate. It's just HOT right now! Especially maxis match content. It ruffles less feathers because a wide array of the Sims community has a vicious vendetta against alpha cc. (Yeah ion know. They will "uncanny valley" and "just play IMVU' you to death. If I say what I think it is.. My people know.) But if you really just want thousands of followers, then there's a way to do it.

With all that said, I know how annoying it is to constantly hear to not focus on numbers but don't. CREATE FOR CREATION'S SAKE. Do it only because you enjoy it. Growth for me has come as a byproduct of me doing whatever the hell I wanted. I make Lykaia because I want to make Lykaia. I love that people love it but it is for me. Not to be an influencer, or to inspire, or to receive praise and accolades. I love everything about the process. Hell, I love the stress that comes with it! I have four scenes to film and I'm still not done editing the ones I have filmed. The episode is supposed to air on MONDAY. I fucking love working down to wire. It's stressful as hell but it feels good! If it's out there, the audience will soon follow. Always. Take your time. Be grateful for where you're at every step of the way. Enjoy the process! And remember that all it takes is one post to take off.

#text post #asks #and take this time to hone your skills! #i am a much better writer and director than i was when lykaia first began