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the-bumbling-furby · 6 months

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heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby

[pt: heyo! i wanted to make a post about my personal opinions on the 2023 Furby /end pt]

first off: i do not condone any hate towards the 2023 Furby or the people who like it! the Furby fandom is all about embracing weirdness, and the reaction to the newest Furby shouldn’t be any different

out of respect for those who like the new Furbys, all of my negative opinions will be kept under the cut

i also will not be adding image descriptions as i don’t have the energy right now, so please feel free to add them on

that being said, let’s get into it!

things i like:

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the color palette

while it can definitely be a little bit overstimulating, i really enjoy all of the new Furby color palettes! they’re bright and fun while also not being too busy. i think that the colors work well together and look really neat

the lights

i honestly really liked the lights, especially how they glow through the ears! they look super neat and add a nice touch of personality. the range of colors as well as the transitions between were a pleasant surprise

customizability

the possibilities for customization of these Furbys are honesty impressive, and even in the few months they’ve been out i’ve seen so many cool 2023 customs! unlike the boom and connect (no shade to them), the eyes are fully able to be painted while still working. i honestly can’t wait until we get to see some oddbody and longified versions of these guys

[source 1] [source 2] [source 3]

the homage to 1998 Furby in the packaging

i'm not sure how many people actually noticed this as i haven’t seen it mentioned yet, but on the interior packaging there’s a gen 1 Furby on the shelf in 2023 Furby’s room! i thought that it was a super sweet touch and it made me smile as i was opening up my own 2023 Furby :)

no app!

it was honestly super relieving for me that there’s no app for the newest Furby. the apps for the boom and connect were great ideas, but they were very finicky and then got discontinued after the generation ended. i’m personally glad that the 2023 Furby can do everything on it’s own with no app add-ons

things i didn’t like (under cut):

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the voice

honestly the voice gave me such a headache. i can’t quite put my finger on it, but the pitch combined with the quality of the voice just made it super hard to listen to. i know this is a personal thing, but it really made me enjoy this Furby a lot less than i could have. here’s a video of my 2023 Furby, if you haven’t heard one:

lack of animation/life

while the mechanics were pretty well done, i think that there was a severe lack of depth or life in how the 2023 Furby moves and looks. i won’t talk about the beak since everyone already has, but the lack of a moving beak is one of the many contributors to the overall lack of animation. with how many times Furby has been rebooted, i personally think that the (artificial) life of Furby has been deprived more and more

stereotypically gendered marketing

while i don’t like gender stereotypes, it’s very clear that Hasbro had a target audience for this new Furby. with both the language and design of the 2023 Furby, it is less enjoyable and socially acceptable for young boys to have. while i wish this weren’t the case, this kind of rigid and targeted marketing is unfortunately something that needs to be considered

repetitive and very little evolution

while each of the other generations had something that varied their interactions, i felt that this one had a lot less of that. with the 1998's learning of english, the 2005's range of emotions, the 2012's different personalities, and the 2016's different personalities and reactions to things, i felt like there was something missing in the 2023 Furby. The actions felt repetitive, and the occasional song addition wasn't enough to keep me really interested. the repetition started to get on my nerves a bit and i ended up turning my Furby off

thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby!

[pt: thank you for reading, and remember this is just my personal opinion. please don't let this post dictate or change how you feel about the newest Furby! /end pt]

#2023 furby #furby 2023 #my post #furby #furby fandom #furblr #furby community #long post #undescribed

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babymilkawa · 3 years

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Hey bean! I was wondering if you could do a Bakugou x female y/n at a ball? (Like the school puts on a grand ball and students get personal designers to make suits/dresses that resemble their quirk) During the ball, the present mic selects two random students to dance and it just so happens to be Bakugou and y/n... I’ll let you decide the rest!! 💓💓

:00 I love this idea!! hope u like it :)

ball headcanons with:

bakugou katsuki

fem!reader :)

reader's quirk: water

warnings: swearing

everyone was sooo stoked when the ball was announced

it was to celebrate everyone's accomplishments throughout their high school career since you were now 3rd years

you immediately looked at bakugou first but he was looking bored as usual, uninterested at the fact that he would get a personalized suit to highlight his quirk

at the end of the ball, two MVH's would be announced and given a plaque and trophy. A hero and a heroine.

a week before the event, you were called to have your measurements taken. since your quirk was water your hero costume had a palette of baby blues and aqua greens. your designer gave you multiple options to decide whether it was the neckline or the train or even the little details on your sleeves

in the end, you settled for an off shoulder with a short train and ruffles trailing down your legs. the color of your dress was an ombre from a dark blue by your chest to white then a fading blue-green. it looked beautiful on you and perfectly outlined every curve of your body. you were so excited for bakugou to see you in it but you wanted to wait until the actual day

bakugou on the other hand was given a black suit with the choice of a tie or a bowtie. He picked the bowtie in a color of deep orange. His cuffs were the green of his hero costume and the vest underneath was a dark grey. truth be told, bakugou wanted to show up matching with you since he was your date and all. but he knew your hero colors were far different than his and it would look out of place if he went blue.

despite you wanting to keep your attire a secret from your boyfriend, you pestered him about his nonetheless. he, of course, refused to tell you unless you told him. "Why do you even wanna know anyways? Us guys don't have that many options dumbass"

another thing was also stuck on your mind. "Who do you think will win MVH?" you asked him one night. He snorted next you, "obviously us"

"How can you be so sure? Don't get my hopes up Katsu"

"I just know."

"Apparently they'll have to dance together too, so I’m hoping they pick an actual couple or else..that would be awkward” you laugh nervously

there was no doubt in your mind that your boyfriend would get Most Valuable Hero at UA, but your thoughts about yourself on the other hand...

“Hey” bakugou turned to look at you straight in the eye, as if knowing where ur train of thought was going. “You’ll get it, and even if you don’t, that’s fucking dumb because you’ve worked so hard. I think you deserve it no matter what.”

A week passed and Bakugou’s words remained on your mind. You were preparing yourself for rejection and now that you thought about it, it wasn’t all that bad if you didn’t win MVH. if Bakugou won it, you’d just show that you were proud of him

it’s finally the day and you’re in a room with the other ladies of your class. they’ve all got their dresses personalized as well and everyone looked beautiful in their own way

then present mic’s voice could be heard calling everyone to enter the ballroom. stepping in, you saw that tables were set up towards the side and a huge chunk of space was sitting empty in the middle with a ceiling that stretched almost 50 feet up.

you felt a hand on your elbow and turned around to see that it was Bakugou. he looked so handsome with the suit and bold colors but his hair was still the signature usual

his own eyes wandered around your body, taking in the tiniest of details put into your dress

“you look...really nice”

“thanks, you too babe. now come on.” you hooked an arm around his and brought him to the tables that went on for miles with food

after stuffing yourselves and conversing with other classmates, you found yourselves seated, waiting for the two MVH’s to be announced

present mic opened a folded piece of paper and said “ladies first! this MVH has utilized her skills cleverly. Just when you think that she’s gone out and done her best, she comes back looking for a way to top herself! I’m excited to announce that this heroine deserves this award as myself and many other heroes have watched her improve since her first year at U.A. Please congratulate this year’s MVH winner to...l/n y/n!”

Looking around at your fellow friends that you were proud of, you didn’t even hear your name being called until Bakugou shook you and you saw him looking at you with a beaming smile

“What did I tell you? Get up there princess!”

Stunned and still trying to process this new information, you stumbled up on stage and accepted your plaque and trophy. present mic handed you a piece of paper and said that you’d be announcing the Hero award.

opening up the folded paper, you looked at the name written and almost shouted with glee. but you composed yourself, wanting him to be by your side as soon as possible. leaning in to the microphone you announced this year’s winner of MVH

a round of applause broke out and Bakugou was given slaps in the back from his friends, all going about how he deserves it

bakugou has improved over the years at UA. He was no longer that explosive boy who could only yell out die at every attack. Though if he had to be honest, Bakugou felt that it was mostly thanks to you. Without you, he would’ve never learned what teamwork is like or why patience is so important as a hero. Really, you should get both awards!

After the dance, bakugou took you back to your dorm and after lingering kisses and long hugs he decided to just stay the night

the two of you hung your plaque and put your trophy at a nice shelf.

the night ended with whispers of I love you and how he was endlessly proud of you

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damnedparker · 3 years

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long-lasting

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: none; more than implied that reader regularly wears makeup. this is just fluff.

summary: alex loves makeup, maybe more than you. so the two of you have some fun.

it’s been a while. i woke up with an idea this morning and had to get it out.

“Look at these!” Flew excitedly out of your boyfriend’s mouth for about the thousandth time in the twenty minutes you’d been in this store. You sighed, more amused than anything, and turned to see what he had been so excited about.

You can’t tell if bringing Alex to a store full of makeup and other beauty products for the first time was a bad idea or not; judging by his excitement, you were leaning towards good. He hadn’t been out of the house to do something in weeks, and you hadn’t seen him this actively excited about anything in a while since the events in his flat months ago. It was good to see a glimpse of happy Alex again, albeit it was much like handling a child. But you loved him for it.

“Look at all the colors…” His breathy statement was full of wonder as if he was seeing vivid colors for the first time in the form of an eyeshadow palette. His hand left where it had been attached to yours like glue since you had arrived, so he could swatch the colors on his hand, which was already covered in swipes of various other makeup products. You wonder if you should have told him he could do that at all.

Upon letting Alex know you had to leave the comfort of your flat, where he had been staying more and more recently, he was visibly distraught. The two of you hadn’t separated from each other for more than work each day, which you didn’t mind, but you got the feeling Alex was finding a lot of comfort being next to you and was a little afraid of being alone. It’s not something you could blame him for after everything he went through, and you surely couldn’t deny him when he asked to come along. He was your boyfriend, and you loved being around him. At first, you weren’t too sure he would enjoy waiting around while you spent forever looking at makeup, but now it seems you made the right decision in letting him tag along.

“Can we get it?” He looked at you with puppy eyes, and you had to steel yourself, shaking your head no. A pout instantly made itself at home on his expression.

“No, Alex, I have a palette just like that one already.” You slipped your hand in his again and pulled him along to get what you actually came for, some refills on daily makeup you needed.

“Why haven’t I ever seen you wear colors like that then?”

“I dunno, just never have the chance to play with them. And an electric blue isn’t exactly business casual.” You shrugged, grabbing your favorite eyeliner off the shelf.

“Well, you should try it, I think it’d look nice on you,” Alex said, almost absent-mindedly, as he was drawn over to the area of lipstick you were about to pass. “You don’t hardly wear lipstick either! Look at all these options!”

“Just not my thing, and it always gets everywhere. By the end of the day it’s gone, so what’s the point?”

“The point is, it’s fun and it looks pretty.” He cocked an eyebrow at you, a grin slowly forming on his face. He then turned back to the display, his eyes brightening. “Look here! It says this kind is supposed to last twenty-four hours! A solution to your complaints!”

“I highly doubt that’s true, maybe it lasts a few hours at least.” You picked up a tube of bright fuchsia to look at the bottle, squinting at the ingredients. At least it was cruelty-free, you supposed.

“Can we get one?” The puppy eyes were on again. You weren’t sure you could last another round of these.

“Alex… I probably won’t ever wear it.”

“Well, not in that color,” he snatched the bright pink from your grasp, turning back and humming at the array of colors. He traced his hand over a few tubes before finally settling on a classic red color, giving a triumphant smile. “This one’s nice.”

“You’re just saying that because that color looks good on you.” Alex frowned grumpily, tucking his hair behind his ear, a telltale sign of the fact that you were right, and he knew it. But you did also like red lipstick on other people, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad on you. You checked the high price tag and mentally went through the costs in your head. While you were doing so, you suddenly felt a tug at your hand, and Alex was on his way to the checkout.

“If you won’t try it, I will!” He said determinedly. Luckily you had gotten everything you needed already, so you let him pull you along to the cashiers. You shook your head and uselessly tried to protest when Alex added your things to his own transaction, insisting to pay for it. Your boyfriend was many, many things, and being insistently generous with his money was one of them.

Once you got back in his car, Alex started ripping open the plastic on the lipstick tube. You watched him ever so carefully apply the red to his lips. He was so tedious you were in the parking lot for ten minutes just watching him put it on in the sun visor mirror. Always the perfectionist; with his outfits, his hair, and now his makeup.

“What do you think?” He turned to you when he was done, flashing a large smile.

“That color does suit you.”

“Thank you, darling,” he messed with his hair in the mirror one last time before shutting it and turning to you again, leaning across the console of the car to press a kiss to your cheek. He reached up to touch your cheek after, running across where his lips had just been. “Whoa, it didn’t get all over you!”

“I guess it is long-lasting, after all.” You shrugged, rubbing your own cheek to find that, yeah, it really didn’t transfer onto you. “Maybe—” You were cut off by a sudden kiss on the mouth from Alex, then another, and another. You let out a chuckle against his lips during the last long one, putting a hand on his chest.

“Still nothing,” he seemed both amazed and slightly disappointed. “Half the fun of lipstick is getting it all over someone else.” You couldn’t say you disagreed, playing with the ends of his hair for a moment while you had a passing thought about covering Alex’s face in lipstick. Cute.

“Well, I have plenty of shitty lipsticks that will do exactly that at home,” You shrugged, then another idea popped into your mind. “How about we pick up some dinner, and I’ll do the rest of your make-up after?”

“I love you.” Alex grinned, attacking you with another kiss before finally starting the car.

Dinner flew by in the next hour, along with a few drinks, and you were back in your bedroom. Alex sat squished next to you on your tiny vanity stool, which was certainly not meant for two, but it’s not like you weren’t comfortable with him nearly pressed against you, currently watching you do your own makeup while he rifled through your small collection, trying to decide on colors he wanted for himself. That didn’t stop him from backseat driving your own decisions, making strong and, honestly, useful suggestions for colors for you.

You were carefully applying your own lipstick, a softer mauve color than Alex’s still present vivid red, when he spoke up again, his chin having found a resting place on your shoulder.

“Can you do, like, a… smoking eye on me? Like super dark and classy.” You had to pause doing your lipstick, unable to prevent the smile from creeping across your lips.

“You mean a smokey eye?”

“Whatever it’s called. I want to look hot,” he mused. “Kinda like when we went to that one party with Juliet? You had all that dark eyeshadow on. You looked really pretty.” Alex hummed, affectionately wrapping his arms around your waist. A bit of heat crept up on your cheeks from his compliment and the sudden warmth of his hug. And the memories of that night. You had work the next day, not intending to be out very late, but Alex sure had kept you up for most of the night, much more compliments flooding out his mouth during your late night.

“You already look hot enough without makeup,” you turned and patted his cheek. He leaned into your touch as you put up the lipstick tube with your other hand, turning back to him with a cheeky grin. “I prefer my men all-natural.”

“Shut up,” he let out a laugh with you, and it flooded your bones with golden happiness. Hearing Alex laugh was encouraging and relieving. They’d been few and far between for the past few months, and it was something you missed. “My turn.”

Putting makeup on Alex was always time-consuming, as he fidgeted a lot, and often had to stop you to say whatever crossed his mind at the moment. You didn’t mind either, used to the way his mind worked. The only times he was ever silent around you was when he was asleep, or when he had been racking his brain about a question for a while, and finally blurted it out to you. You thought it was cute.

Admittedly, you spent a lot longer on Alex’s makeup than yours. One, because smokey eyes were hard as fuck, but also because you wanted him to be happy with it. Regardless, he would be over the moon about whatever you did, but you wanted it to be perfect.

As soon as you were done, you let Alex have the hand-held mirror to look at himself. You watched the happiness creep up his face until he was unable to hold it back. It was contagious, and you wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning your head on his shoulder. His arm fell naturally over your shoulders, squeezing you to him with a kiss to your head. After a moment of quiet, he seemed to get an idea, removing himself regretfully from the embrace to grab your Polaroid camera from your bookshelf. You moved over to your bed as he flopped onto it, snuggling up next to him as he turned the camera around to take a picture of both of you together. One with the two of you smiling, one with him kissing your cheek, and one with his tongue sticking out and you laughing next to him. Afterward, he jumped up from the bed and kneeled over you, encouraging you to pose and let him take photos of you. You tilted your head in amusement.

“Alex, I don’t have much film left.”

“I’ll buy you more, a thank-you gift for my makeup.”

“Alex…” You shook your head, and he put down the camera, leaning over you to give you a kiss. It was round three of puppy eyes, and you were sure you were a goner.

“Please?” He pouted sweetly as he could, his hair hanging down and tickling your cheek. “Baby?”

“Okay, just a few.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, a wry smile overtaking your lips. Alex always got his way. You were wrapped around his finger, and he was wrapped around yours, although he was more likely to beg you for silly things you normally wouldn’t let yourself do. It was good for you though, he pushed you out of your comfort zone. It was always something you loved about dating him.

A few turned into a few photos of you, and a handful of him as well. Soon, you were both seemingly attached to each other, rolling around on the bed like teenagers with the Polaroids left on the nightstand. Alex pulled away with a grin, adjusting himself to sit up against the headboard with you on his lap. You were a bit dazed, taking a few seconds to come back down from Earth before Alex started giggling.

“I guess this lipstick is only so long-lasting,” he swiped his thumb across your chin, a smear of red confirming what he was saying. You only grinned in return at the mauve streaks all across his mouth, cheeks, and neck. “What?”

“Nothing, you’ve just got a bit of something… everywhere.” You couldn’t hold back more laughter, leaning into him as he started to giggle, too. At a passing thought, you snatched the camera from where it had been half-heartedly discarded next to your pillow. Before he could contain himself and stop laughing, you snapped a photo and tugged the newly printed photo out. Alex’s laughter died down as you re-adjusted yourself to settle between his legs with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, watching the photo slowly develop into view.

“Oh my god, what have you done?” Your boyfriend groaned, with only mirth in his tone. The picture was a near-perfect snapshot of him grinning in laughter, perfectly showcasing the kiss marks scattered all over his face and neck. “My poor, beautiful makeup. It’s all ruined.”

“Actually, I think you look much better like this.”

#alex law x reader #alex law #alex law fluff #alex law let me hold ur hand please #my fics

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arminbitchlover · 3 years

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reincarnated lovers (3)

armin arlert x f! reader

summary: reader and armin decide to give the start of their relationship a second chance.

word count: 3.7k

content warnings: content warning: mentions of drug use, vaginal and oral sex (F & M receiving), a slight insinuation of overstimulation, fingering, praise, & creampie

“Wow, you have a nice apartment.” Armin opens the door for you, and you gaze at his spacious apartment in awe.

“No need to flatter me.” He slightly chuckles, placing his keys on the small table against the wall.

“Trust me, I would never.” You tease as he grabs your hand and leads you to his kitchen.

You immediately take notice of how modern and simplistic his home is. The color palette throughout his apartment is cool tones, mostly consisting of white and gray. It somewhat makes you feel like you're in a museum rather than someone’s house. He doesn't have any pictures of family or friends on his wall, not even a frame of him and Eren.

“How do you feel about pancakes?” He crouches down to the bottom cabinet and pulls out a baby blue griddle.

“That actually sounds amazing right now.” You place your stomach in your hand, realizing how queasy you feel with only alcohol in your stomach.

“Could you get the pancake mix from the pantry, please?” He smiles at you while grabbing the oil from the upper shelf and placing it on the counter.

You open the door and instantly spot a never-ending pile of ramen neatly stacked on the floor. Adorable. Your eyes shift to the box of pancake mix on the middle shelf that's surrounded by other dessert mixes and grab it. You walk over to Armin, who already took out the ingredients with a bowl, measuring cups, and a spoon that's nicely arranged next to the griddle.

“I’m letting you know right now, I am not a gourmet chef so you cannot complain about the results,” He playfully warns you as he opens up the pancake mix.

“Armin, we’re making box pancakes. Not even from scratch.” You laugh, pulling out the plastic bag from the box, and cutting it open.

“You don’t have to make me feel bad about it.” He fakes a pout as he starts to pour the oil into the measuring cup.

You try to give him a serious look, but immediately break out into a smile when he makes eye contact with you. He hands you the ingredients while you incorporate everything into the bowl, enjoying the presence of one another.

As you pour the batter on the griddle, Armin starts asking you random questions from your dream job as a kid to your biggest fears in life. While it was somewhat arbitrary, you thought how cute he looked while he listened to absolutely every single word that came from your lips. Occasionally, while you're busy flipping pancakes and answering his questions, he gets a quick glimpse at your slightly parted lips, but you never seem to notice.

"You're a really interesting person, you know." He leans back against the counter, watching you place your dinner onto the plates.

"I doubt that very much." You argue while taking the plates to his dinner table.

"Well, I think otherwise, and you still haven't thanked me for making dinner for our date." He rolls his eyes but quickly breaks character, seeing the confused look on your face.

"Huh, so it wasn't you that was just sitting on your ass and questioning me as if I was at a job interview?" You joke with him, taking the seat that's across from him.

"I have no recollection of such." He smirks as he walks over to the refrigerator and grabs two water bottles.

"Thank you." You takes the water bottle out of his hand, taking notice of how pretty his hands looked around your beverage.

He smiles and sits down, eyeing what he thought to be the best-looking pancakes he's ever seen.

"Well, enough about me, I want to get to know you now." You make eye contact, holding it a bit longer than needed before looking down and cutting up your meal, not wanting to make yourself look weird.

"Ask away." He opens his water and takes a quick sip.

"How were you like as a kid?" You begin eating your pancakes, waiting for Armin to answer.

"I was and still am a quiet kid. I've always minded my own business, so I didn't have many friends growing up. I only had Eren and Mikasa and we only met because they defended me when they saw some older kids messing with me." You look up at him, only to be met with a neutral face.

"I'm sorry about that, Armin." You break eye contact, worried that you may have just ruined his night by making him reminiscent.

"Don't apologize, I stopped thinking about those assholes a long time ago." He gives you a reassuring smile as he continues to eat his food.

"I'm happy to hear that." You take a swig from your water bottle, thinking of the next question to ask him. "What's your favorite memory? Whether it be from last week or years ago." You lighten the mood, immediately noticing Armin break out into a huge grin.

"There was this one time during senior year in high school with Eren and Mikasa and we smoked weed but for Eren, it was his first time. So, I guess to like 'impress'," He starts giggling as he does air quotes, "me and Mikasa, he decided to take a long ass hit and it completely backfired on him. When he first breathed out, he started coughing but tried holding it back, but he just started hacking nonstop, and every time he tried drinking water, he would just spit it back up." He throws his head back, cracking up while finishing his story.

"So, you enjoy watching other people suffer?" You smile, not aware of how contagious his laugh is.

"Yeah, I guess." He keeps laughing as his eyes start to tear up.

"It just makes it so much funnier than I was already somewhat high, and everything just gets a billion times more amusing than what it really is." He chuckles before looking back into your eyes, taking in the beauty that'sin front of him.

"Damn, I wish I was there to see it." You snicker, thinking about how Eren embarrassed himself even though you feel a bit guilty thinking it was funny in the first place.

"Well, we frequently have sessions so you should definitely join us if you'd like." He finishes up his dinner and takes his plate to the sink.

"I'll think about it." You quickly eat the last of your pancakes and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

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roomie <3

Today 12:12 AM

where tf are u

i've literally been gone for the

past hour

with armin right ;)

uhhh

omg i need to stop texting you and

sleepover while you're at it :)

we'll see (;

have fun and use protection

love you

oh god

love u too

Read 12:14 AM

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"Is everything alright?" Armin looks at you concerned, noticing your eyes widening at your screen.

"Huh? Oh yes, uh it was just Sasha." You put your phone back in your pocket, not wanting to give Armin any ideas.

Your heartbeat quicken as you face Armin, Sasha's message ingrained in your head. You doubt anything would happen tonight, it's barely your second date, but it was something to think about. As soon as your mind starts wandering into more inappropriate thoughts, you're interrupted by Armin's voice.

"Do you need me to take you back to your dorm?" He starts making his way to the door, not letting you respond.

"No, I can stay." You clear your throat; he stops in his tracks, having a bit of excitement by your answer.

"Oh okay, well is there anything you want to do?"

He stares into your eyes, feeling the tiny spark that wants to ignite. You feel your face start to heat up, trying to muster up anything to continue your night with Armin.

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"Of course." He feels his chest tighten, the electricity between you grow stronger as the silence stretches out.

What the hell do you want to ask him? You have little to no idea what you wanted to face him with. While you have to admit, everything about him at this very moment is so fucking perfect and you don't mind trying something, you wouldn't dare pressure him into anything. You continue bouncing with thoughts and kept convincing yourself that a little persuasion wouldn't hurt him and besides, it would be a shame if nothing fun went down.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" You stay in your seat, worried that you may have broken a boundary that Armin had no intention of crossing. Your chest gets knotted up as you feel embarrassment rush over your body, regret started to quickly sink in.

His eyes widen and feels his heartbeat in his throat, indulging at the thought of doing so much more than just a kiss. He starts walking towards you, not aware that he didn't answer your question, rather just pulls you out of your seat and snakes his arms around your waist.

"Is uh- this okay?" His face turns into a bright pink, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Yes." You wrap your arms around his neck, not wasting a second longer.

You meet your lips with him, a soft whimper comes from his throat as you pull him closer. Your lips move in sync as if you had already done this a million times before. You bring one of your hands to his hair, slightly gripping it to try and get another noise out of him. You feel him pour all of his desire for you into that one kiss.

"Fuck." He mumbles under his breath, moving his hands to your ass, slightly squeezing it. Before you can take it any further, he pulls away from your kiss, grabs your hand, and takes you to his bedroom.

"Are you fine with this?" He has a concerned look on his face, making sure what he felt was a mutual feeling.

"Mhm." You nod your head, and he collides his lips with yours, drawing you in for a more heated kiss.

You part your lips, allowing his tongue to slip through, and you feel your body thrill with electricity. Everything just feels so natural between the two of you, there's no second-guessing or hesitation; it all felt right.

You both slowly started making your way to his bed, not breaking away your kiss as he lowered you onto it when the back of your knees is met with the edge. His hands traveled lower and made their way under your shirt and his cold fingertips are met with your warm soft stomach while pulling your shirt over your head. You slightly gasped when he came into contact with your skin, but this doesn't stop him from going any further. He took his lips to your neck, softly sucking and biting along your collarbone, letting his hot tongue glide over each spot he marked.

"Shit-" You choke and slightly arch your back, thinking to yourself how you've never felt this kind of delectation from someone before.

You grab his chin and pull him back to your lips and push his wrist down to your clothed core. He lightly presses against you, causing a jolt in your thighs while you moaned into his mouth. You feel a slight grin form on his face as he continues to tease you and felt you grind against his middle finger.

"You sound so pretty," He whispers into your ear.

You feel the arousal pooling low in your stomach, feeling him slowly dip under your panties and started massaging circles on your clit. You felt your legs start to slightly tremble and your back arched even more than before as the heat from his body filled you with a wave of delight.

"Armin." You grip your hands against his shoulder, becoming desperate for things to start escalating.

"Say my name again," He commands as he lifts his head and stares into your eyes, full of lust and desire.

"Armin, give me more, please," You whine, feeling your walls fluttered around nothing.

"Anything for you." He makes his way down your body, leaving a trail of peppered kisses from your neck to your pelvis.

He pulls off your panties, leaving you in only your bra, admiring what was inches away from his face. You could almost feel his gaze travel all over your body. You look down and make eye contact with him, watching him lower his face into you. You grasp the bedsheet and your eyes rolled back as his tongue lightly flicks against your clit. You buck your hips against him, growing incredibly impatient and he knows it.

"C'mon, please," You whimper, moving your hands to his head, and clutching his golden hair.

He grips the sides of your thighs and begins devouring you, his tongue becoming completely coated with your slick arousal. You feel his nose bump against your clit and causes your vision to swim while tugging on his locks from the bliss Armin created. You suddenly feel one of his fingers slip into you effortlessly, causing your mind to go blank while he curls it to hit the perfect spot.

"More," You cry out, grinding on his face as you felt your orgasm start to build up.

Without any hesitation, he slips another finger into you, widening your legs even more, making you start to see stars. It all starts to become too much for you, the stimulation starts to overload all over your drenched center. His tongue vigorously presses against your clit and fingers hitting your sweet spot, making everything feel so delirious.

"Sh-shit, Armin I'm close." You dig your nails into his scalp, throwing your head back, trying to hold off as long as possible to make it last a little longer.

"Let me hear you." He pull away for a second before enveloping himself back into you, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure.

That's all it takes to put you over the edge, and you reach your climax while moaning out his name. Your body becomes filled with a riptide of euphoria as you lose yourself in all the sensations. You can't believe the way he makes you feel; every little thing he does to you makes you feel so weak and submissive to him. Your legs are trembling, and he doesn't waste any time and begins to start kissing your inner thighs while gently rubbing your clit to help soothe you from your high.

"God, you're so beautiful," He breaths out while making his way back up your body and to your chest while unclipping your undergarment with a single hand.

"Y-You make me feel so fucking good." Your hands moves across his shoulder blades as he starts kissing your breasts, using his index finger and thumb to stimulate your nipples.

His other hand travels over your curves, feeling as if he needs to memorize every single feature of your body. You feel ecstasy relish over you, breathing heavily as Armin's lust for you takes over his mind. You can't ask for more than this right now, having someone do everything they could to make you feel nothing but absolute pleasure and you want to return the favor.

You slide up from under him, sitting up against the pillow, and flip him to the bottom.

"Wha-" You cut him off with a rough kiss, moving your hands to the bottom of his long sleeve, tugging at it.

You pull away and allow him to take off his shirt, admiring his pale, milky body. You can't believe the sight in front of you, he looks so fucking beautiful. You meet with his eyes and notice embarrassment rush over his face. You lean down and give him a gentle but passionate kiss.

"You're so handsome," You whisper his ear before you nibble on his earlobe, causing his thighs to slightly jolt.

You begin kissing down to his jawline, somewhat pressing your tongue against it while your hand softly traces his abs. You feel his stomach muscles contract under touch while his arms loosely wrap around your waist, delicately sliding his palms across your back. It doesn't take long for you to make your way down his body while you make sure to leave a hickey or two on his chest before meeting his bulge.

"You d-don't have to." He starts sitting up, but you place your hand on his chest to stop him.

"Let me make you feel good." You plead, pulling off his pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock that was seeping of pre-cum, just for you.

You run your hands on his thighs before bringing one up to the base of his dick. You look back at Armin, who seemingly has his head back while his face is flushed into a soft red. You glob spit on his dick before pumping your hand slowly, making sure that he feels every little sensation you're making. He lets out a shaky exhale, trying his hardest not to release with only a single touch.

You smirk to yourself feeling him pulse in your palm before moving it back down to the base and swiping your tongue on his tip.

"O-Oh." He moans out, moving one of his hands to your head.

You start humming very quietly, bobbing your head up and down with the slight pressure of Armin's palm. He groans, feeling his face heat up with everything you're doing to him.

As seconds passed, Armin's pressure on the back of your head only becomes more forceful, making you gag a bit and cause tears to form as he starts throat fucking you. It doesn't take long to begin to feel him twitch in the back of your throat, but before he could release himself, you pull away, looking up and seeing a shocked look on his face.

"I'm sorry, did I take too far?" He starts sliding up against his headboard, thinking he made you uncomfortable.

"No! Not at all... I just want to do something more." You hesitate with your words.

All you want at this very moment is to make sure Armin felt nothing but pleasure from you. Your heart starts thumping sporadically, loving the idea of riding him till he couldn't take it anymore.

"Y-Yeah, of course," He stutters as he quickly pulls out a condom from the drawer in his nightstand.

You think to yourself how cute he lookes getting flustered and excited with the thought of you topping him. You watch him slightly stumble while taking the condom out of its packaging before rolling it on himself. He looks back at you, a smirk on his face as he grasps your waist and pulls you onto his dick.

You align yourself with him before lowering yourself, watching his head fall back. His eyes become filled with desire as you bite your lip from his cock stretching you out.

"Shit.." He groans as you take all of him in, feeling your walls become adjusted to his cock.

You don't move for a second, savoring how it feels with him inside of you; feeling connected with one another. But once you begin to move, it's impossible to stop.

You start off slow and sensual, feeling him hit your cervix that caused a delightful pain in you. You bend down to his face leaving kisses all over across his jaw as you slowly move against him. You don't want this to end, everything feels so right.

"You feel amazing." He drags out his words, sliding his hands up and down the sides of your body.

You pick your head back up, speeding up from his praise.

"I hope I make you feel so fucking good," You cry out, feeling him start to hit all the right spots that you didn't even know were there.

Before your legs could start to burn, you feel his hands form a good grip on you before he starts thrusting forward, at this point making himself fuck you instead.

"A-Armin!' You yelp, feeling overloaded from the overwhelming pressure that begins to build up inside you.

He starts controlling the rhythm, taking all the power you thought you had over him. You grip his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped markings from his strokes becoming harder and deeper.

He admires the way your tits bounce every time he thrusts into you, wanting to see it happen over and over again. He loves seeing your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head, starting to lose control of yourself from everything he's doing to you. He worships the idea that he's the one making you feel this good.

"I'm about to.." You close your eyes, letting yourself surrender and submerge into the wave of pleasure.

"Fuck, me too." His eyes darken, picking up the pace as your grip on him began to loosen.

You feel your stomach swoop from his words.

"C-Can I cum inside you? He groans, feeling himself twitch in you, worried that he might release himself too soon.

"Please." You unravel yourself onto him, your walls flutter against him and your arousal drips out of you.

"Armin!" You cry out his name one last time, the sensation becoming too much that it was almost painful.

The feeling of bliss and ecstasy take over as you feel his cum gush into you while moaning out your name. You ride him out a little longer, helping him come back down from his high before lying next to him.

You both exchange lazy kisses with one another, savoring each other's warmth for as long as possible.

"Thank you for an amazing second first date." You smile, resting your head against his chest while he softly caresses your jaw.

"You deserve nothing but the best." He kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to him.

At this moment, you fee nothing but happiness; you know from then on that Armin is the person that you're going to spend the rest of your life with. You just can't believe that it took you nineteen years to find your soulmate, but luckily, you'll be spending the rest of your lives together in pure bliss.

a/n: armin does ask reader permission to cum inside her even though he has a condom on because he wanted to make sure she was completely comfortable with it :)

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Can you write about clueless bokuto going to get you makeup for Christmas. Like he doesn’t know what he’s doing but he’s asking the artists at the store and he doesn’t know how to describe anything but he tried so hard?

“Did you do that on purpose?”

SFW bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.3k

content warning: none! all fluff :)

i’m sorry this took so long to finish! i can’t keep myself from editing and i always want to stay true to the characters. even though it’s short, i wanted to be happy with it :) this request was adorable, so thank you for the christmas cheer!

Holy shit was it a huge store. The walls were lined by makeup and perfume and skincare and scents that made his eyes water. Bokuto was trying. He could do this.

He had watched you do your makeup countless times. He was vaguely familiar with where things went, but he didn’t know the names or what colors looked best.

The first thing on his list: blush. He pulled your old container out of his pocket. He has swiped it off of the counter that morning after you left. It was old and you had been complaining about having to get a new one sometime. The back sticker had completely peeled off, so he wandered a bit until he found other containers that looked similar. It was going well until he realized all of the packaging looked exactly the same. He looked around in a panic.

“Hey, hi. I need some help,” he said, waving as an employee made eye contact with him.

“How can I help you, love?”

“Sorry. I’m shopping for my partner and I can’t figure out which color they use.”

“Is this theirs?” She reached out for the blush compact in his hand. He nodded and let her take it.

“Well, it doesn’t say the color. Would you remember if you saw it?”

“I hope so but I don’t know.”

“That’s alright. We can look together.” She popped it open.

“Do me a favor?” She asked. Bokuto nodded.

“Stick your finger out and rub it like this over what’s left in the container.” She demonstrated. He did as he was told, holding up his now pink finger with wide eyes. “Now gently swipe it on your wrist.”

He did as he was told and stared down at the color.

“Does this help?” he asked. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the color. It was the same beautiful flushed shade as your cheeks. Gosh, he wanted to run to you and rub his wrist all over your face.

“Yes, it does. It’s called a swatch. Now we can try to find a matching color.”

“Swatch…” he repeated, staring as the employee picked out several different blush shades and set them out on the counter. One by one, she swatched them on his arm, muttering “I think it needs to be warmer toned” or “a little less sparkly.” Bokuto had no idea there were so many shades of pink.

“Here! Does this one look right?” The woman pointed at a swatch directly next to the original one. It was a dim, rosy shade that he could picture perfectly on your face.

“Hey! That’s it. That was like magic. Thank you so much.” He grinned and grabbed the color out of her hands.

“Sir,” she said, cringing a bit but clearly amused. “You have to take a boxed one. The one in your hand is display only.” Bokuto’s mouth opened in an understanding ‘o’ and he carefully pulled one of the same name off the shelf.

“Is this right?” He shoved the side of the box with the shade name in the woman’s face. She smiled and nodded.

“Is there anything else you need?”

Bokuto looked down at his list. You had included the incredibly vague descriptions of “eyeshadow” and “perfume,” with two question marks next to it.

“The stuff that goes on your eyes?” he said, cringing a bit at his ignorance.

“Shadow or liner?” the worker asked.

“Shadow.”

“Do they have a particular brand that they like?”

“I don’t really know.”

“Let’s look together, hon. We’ll find a nice palette for them.”

She led him over to a large display with several different . . . palettes?

“Do they have this one already?” She handed Bokuto a small rectangle covered in pink velvet. Bokuto’s face screwed up in concentration as he tried to picture your makeup display. You had a different palette that was the same fuzzy texture as this one, but if he remembered right it was a different color.

“I don’t think so.”

“I’d go with this one, then. It’s great quality and a decent price. They’ll love it.” She handed him an unopened box and Bokuto smiled to himself. He had never seen you with pink eyeshadow before but he couldn’t wait. Maybe you could try it out on him.

“Anything else on your list, dear?” she asked. Bokuto nodded and showed it to her. “Ah, lovely. Any particular price range?”

“As long as it’s nice, I don’t mind.”

“Your partner is a lucky individual. How about I show you a few good brands and you choose the scent?”

“Ooh, yes! I want to smell them all.”

The woman chuckled and led him to a display.

“I’ll show you some good ones, I promise.”

Before Bokuto knew it there were at least ten little bottles in front of him and he was alternating between wrists, sniffing back and forth and trying to decide between his favorite two.

“This one smells so familiar, I can’t figure it out. It also has the prettier bottle.” He sniffed the other wrist. “This one is nice too. I think I like the other one? But I’m not sure. What do you think?” He shoved his hands into the worker’s face. She laughed and politely smelled each.

“The first one is really lovely. I love them both, but that seems to be the one you’re drawn to.”

“That’s right. Good idea. I think this one, then. I like it.”

He just hoped you would too.

Bokuto braced himself as you carefully peeled off the red wrapping paper, revealing the small box underneath.

“A box! Thanks, Bo. It’s perfect,” you said with a smile. Bokuto laughed and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“No, silly. Open it.” You pulled the box apart and your eyes widened as you pulled out each gift. Bokuto’s heart raced.

“Bo, this is my shade!” You held up the little blush box, a stunned smile on your face.

“I did get it right?” Bokuto bounced on the couch and let out a relieved laugh. “Thank goodness. I had to look at so many and wanted to make sure I got it. My entire arm was pink.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Was that the night we thought you had a rash?” He smiled bashfully.

“Maaaybe.”

“Bo!”

“I didn’t want to ruin the surprise! Finish opening your gift.”

“Okay, okay.” You pulled out the eyeshadow next. “Oh my god, Bo, how did you know I liked this brand?”

“I knew you had that other fuzzy one. This is a different color, right? I can take it back if you already have it.”

“No, no, bubs, I have the purple one. You got it exactly.”

“Thank goodness. It has pink in there and I want to see you wear it. You never wear the pink in the other one.”

“Aw, I didn’t know you liked the colors. I’ll definitely wear it. What’s this last one?” You pulled out the perfume and unboxed it, spraying it on your wrist and smelling it. Your eyes closed and you let out a sigh.

“What? Oh god, what’s wrong?”

“Bo,” you said. Your eyes were a little teary. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry, do you hate it? I can take it back.”

“No, babes, it’s perfect. I just. Wow. It smells just like my favorite flower. It’s beautiful.” You hugged him back and smelled your wrist again. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“I thought it smelled familiar. I didn’t even realize. I guess I just knew it smelled right for you.” He chuckled and buried his head against your neck.

You sat there for a moment, wrapped around each other, breathing in each other and the smell of your new perfume. Bokuto didn’t seem to understand it, but he was perfect. He knew you better than you realized. It felt so good to feel seen. Even when you thought nobody noticed your little habits and your favorite things, he was there, taking note in his big dumb brain and making sure he never forgot a thing you liked. He was perfect.

“I love you,” he muttered into your neck. You dug your head against his shoulder and smiled through teary eyes.

“I love you too.”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou fluff

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izumi-fanclub · 3 years

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A3! Translation: Chikage R Card “Emerald Palette” [Spice is the best]

On this episode of “How will Chikage convince director out on a date this time?” White Day edition

TV “Good morning.

We have an upcoming special White Day program for today.”

Chikage

(That reminds me, it must be that time of year already.)

“We’ll be introducing you all to a variety of famous chocolate brands~!”

“Everyone appreciates expensive chocolate after all.”

“But nowadays, chocolates are getting more and more diverse――...”

Taichi

Is that how it is~ I gotta write this info down!

Kazunari

The packaging on those chocos look so chic!

Juza

Pralines, bonbons....... they all look tasty.

Muku

This’ll help me choose what to give back to director-san!

Taichi

There’s a lot more than just chocolate~! I’m already worrying bout all these choices...!

Itaru

What about you, senpai? What’s your game plan in returning the favor to director-san?

Chikage

I’m thinking maybe something with spices or curry.

Tsuzuru

Still as consistent as ever.

Muku

It’s nice to know someone’s tastes from your common interests!

Kazunari

Chika-chon's got the upperhand, I’m jealous~.

Chikage

(…But it’s kind of the same thing every year.)

(It’s good to mix things up every now and then.....)

Boss

Good work. Utsuki, prepare a summary of what we’ve discussed at the meeting.

Chikage

Understood.

Colleague A

Giving return gifts for White Day is something we gotta worry about every year, isn’t it~?

Colleague B

You’re screwed if you don’t have a plan by now.

Colleague A

It’s gonna be a big deal if you forget something like this....

Chikage

(White Day’s the talk of the town over here too...)

Colleague A

Ah, Utsuki-san, good work today.

Colleague B

Speaking of, what will your return gift be, Utsuki-san?

Some high-end accessories?

Colleague A

He probably rented out a cruise ship for dinner!

Colleague B

No, no, I feel like he bought some luxury cosmetics!

Colleague A

It’s cooler to reserve a mini theater...

Chikage

….. Do I really give off that kind of vibe?

Colleague A

Well, Utsuki-san you’ve been abroad for a long time, I figured you’d get something grand as a return gift.

Chikage

They don’t have White Day culture over there, so I got no plans.

Colleague B

Aah, figures.

Chikage

(Besides, high-end brands and private reservations would be a turn off to director-san...)

Colleague C

Excuse me. Utsuki-san, may I have a word with you?

Chikage

(Part 2)

Izumi

Come on in.

Chikage

Do you have a minute?

Izumi

Chikage-san? What’s the matter?

Chikage

I’d like to talk about spices with director-san.

Izumi

Sounds good. Then by all means.

Chikage

Pardon the intrusion.

Actually, I was asked to give my opinion on an upcoming spice store by someone in charge of another department.

Izumi

Heh, I’d love to go if it’s possible!

Chikage

I’ve been wondering about something though.

Izumi

And that is?

Chikage

The store’s located at a popular marketplace that attracts a lot of female customers.

It’s no surprise that people like us wouldn’t hesitate to go in, but I’m sure women would be the minority in that store, right?

Izumi

It’s true that you don’t usually go in there to do some window shopping......

(But if it were me, I’d enter in a heartbeat....)

Chikage

That’s why considering the circumstances, I’d like to ask a woman’s view on how to attract more of the female demographic.

Izumi

I see......

That’s right, hold on a sec.

Chikage

…...?

A bottle?

Izumi

I figured it’d be a good container for spices. It looked so cute that I fell in love at first sight.

Wouldn’t it look colorful and pretty if you put spices in it and line it up on a shelf?

Chikage

I get it. Spices come in unusual shapes and bright colors, after all.

Maybe I can arrange them for the interior design.

Izumi

All that matters to me is that I can use it for curry.

But it's good for aesthetic purposes, I think it’ll catch women’s interest once they walk into the store.

Chikage

I guess the first thing to do is to make it look good. Star anise and pink pepper are pretty eye-catching.

Izumi

That’d be good! And to top it off, we should――...

---

Chikage

Thank you. You’ve been a great help.

Izumi

You’re welcome. I had fun!

Chikage

By the way,

What are you planning to put in that new container you bought?

Izumi

I don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll put in something nice since I’m going out of my way to fill it up.

Chikage

Is that so......

Izumi

Woah.... I’m in a heaven of spices...!

Chikage

It’s such a spectacle to see them lined up on the shelves like this.

Izumi

Thanks for taking the time to invite me to the pre-opening!

Chikage

The person in charge of this place also wanted to thank director-san for the wonderful idea.

Izumi

I’m glad I could help you.

The colorful spices contrast well against the white walls! I’m sure it’d attract a lot of female customers.

Chikage

That’s right. They also got some rare spices here, so go check them out.

Izumi

Sure!

Why don’t we add some of this to curry? It’d go well with this one too!

Chikage

Sounds great to me.

Izumi

Ah, they even have vanilla here.

Chikage

Oh, that reminds me, there was vanilla in the butter chicken curry you made the other day too.

Izumi

You even noticed that!?

Chikage

….....

Izumi

….? What is it?

Chikage

Nothing, I just thought you sound like you’re having fun.

Izumi

Fufu, you look like you’re having fun too, Chikage-san.

Chikage

…... Really? Must be director-san's fault and not the spices.

Izumi

Eh?

Chikage

Does this spark some joy in you?

Izumi

Yeah, a whole lot actually!

Chikage

...... I knew you'd enjoy this a lot.

Hey Director-san. Can I choose spices to put in your container as my thank you?

Izumi

Are you sure?

Chikage

Of course.

(…... I hope you enjoy White Day.)

Story Clear!

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esmeiolanthe · 3 years

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Row homes

So I’ve decided to build a whole ‘hood from scratch. I want a unified look, with a limited color palette. I want that unified look to be vintage-ish, preferably 1950′s and before. These restrictions make building a real challenge, which I am enjoying.

While looking at vintage floor plans and such, I have come to find that I really like Art Deco (c. 1910-1939) as an architectural style, and especially Art Moderne/Streamline Moderne (1930s-1940s). I had previously built rowhomes in a different style, but after deciding on a basic look for the ‘hood, I had to redo them.

They look really good.

Here is a picture from on the center lot. You can see that even on the lot, the other two houses flow into this one seamlessly. Click the picture to enlarge it if you don’t believe me!

More pictures below the cut, because I like showing off. Click on pictures for a closer look. Sorry, couldn’t get captions to work.

The row houses look pretty darn good from ‘hood view, too!

I do eventually want to default replace the mailbox and trash can, but finding a good default replacement for the mailbox is hard. I’d like something that looks more urban, perhaps even like a mail slot or a box that hangs on the wall by the door. Maybe I’ll find one someday.

Or even learn to make my own. I’ve finally got copy/paste recolors figured out after just 15 years, after all!

Here is the top (fourth) floor. Two bedrooms (requiring Inaccessable Beds if you want a double bed in there), a Jack-and-Jill bathroom, and a small room that could be for sewing, or storage, or laundry, or whatever. Probably not another bathroom because it has two windows in it, but you never know.

Here is the third floor. There are three bedrooms, two of which can hold double beds. Or at least, there are three rooms. They could be for painting, or music lessons, or whatever, I guess.

Here is the second floor. Two rooms and a half bath. The room across the front of the house would be a weird shaped bedroom, but maybe for kids or something?

Here is the first/ground floor. The game thinks it’s the second floor because of how it’s coded to read basements, and technically it isn’t on the ground, because of the basement.

There’s a kitchen, an “airlock” of sorts for entering the house (is that called a vestibule?), and a ladder to the basement. The stairs are open underneath, so any of the under-the-stairs items could fit in there. The ladder is still usable even with an under-the-stairs item there, so I can pretend there’s a trapdoor in the closet floor, or a door in the back of the shelf, or something like that. (Looks weird, but it works.)

The ladder may be usable with other under-the-stairs options, but I haven’t tried.

There is a full basement. I am building this as a functional basement which is also intended as a bomb shelter because it is for an apocalypse game. There’s room for up to two bunk beds and a card table with two chairs (not placed). Note that the usable area of each floor is 8x8 or less and the house is raised off the ground, making it apoca-legal. I don’t know if basements are apocalegal, but I don’t care. It’s easier to take away the ladder and fill in one floor tile to make the basement inaccessable than it is to build a basement on an already-existing lot.

There’s a chemical toilet, in case you need to pee while hiding from bombs. There’s a (decorative) washer and dryer. I fully intend to recolor this functional laundry detergent at some point in the next decade so I can have a working laundry room. (All the functional machines out there are too modern for my taste.)

The little square of swimming pool hidden in the foundation is so the water overhaul mod works. This particular lot is not in view of any water, but this is intended to be cloned for row houses to go in multiple spots, some of which might be in view of water. It’s just easier to put it in right from the start.

This is what the back of the house looks like. I intend to fence in the backyard, but not yet, since I want to shrink a copy of the lot. Then I can fit a 1x3 version backed up against a 1x2 version and perfectly fill a [whatever]x5 space.

I will be building (or rather, adapting) corner and side lots to match, so that I can go around the whole block with fairly small lots. I prefer to play small lots.

Here is a picture of the front room. You can see how I have thoughtfully placed outlets that do exactly nothing, but they look nice and are in places where they might logically be handy. There are a minimum of two outlets in all rooms except the bathrooms.

The green part in the corner is the outside curved step poking in. I can’t move it without making the front look awful. Flooring and rugs won’t cover it, either. Fortunately, furniture does, so this is a great spot for a piano, bookcase, refrigerator, or anything else that hides the floor anyway.

I am proud of the overall look of the place. I am especially proud of the attention to detail with the light switches. See how the switch by the door “controls” two lights? (It’s really just decorative.) One is the kitchen light, and one is the back porch light! I am so clever!

I’ve got them at the bottom of the staircases too. It is completely ridiculous how proud I am of this.

This table and lamp combo is not a permanent fixture. It deliberately doesn’t go with anything and doesn’t fit the personality of any of the sims who might live here. It’s just here to remind me to put a lamp at the top of the stairs on the fourth floor so you can turn off the stair light and still find your way in to whatever room you want. I even put an outlet on the wall, which you can only just barely see. I am proud of that, too.

So there you have it -- what’s been keeping me amused lately. I have been having such fun with this. Seriously, I spent probably 30-45 very happy minutes getting the light switches and outlets juuuust right.

#sims 2 #building

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underimagines · 4 years

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Commission - A Day Out

Mob/Mafiatale!Asgore, Chara, and Sans Part 2 to THIS commission!

“After recovering over the next few weeks/months/whatever and slowly turning into a full on Boss Monster, they go out on their first date. How does their evening go?”

Fandom: Mobtale/Mafiatale Pairings: Asgore/Reader, Sans/Reader, Chara/Reader Length: 3k (1k per Scenario) Rating: T+

For @jainwolfe! Thank you for commissioning me once more!

Mob/Mafiatale-Asgore:

“Is this what it feels like to be royalty?” You laughed nervously, twirling a lock of hair around your clawed finger. “Being watched all the time?”

Asgore gave you a soft smile but sighed all the same. “I can’t say that it’s not similar. How are you feeling? If you want to go back home, then…”

“No!” You said it quickly, too quickly, then took a breath and tried again, “No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just got to get my bearings first.”

He nodded understandingly. “Take your time.”

This was a unique situation, and it called for patience, which Asgore had plenty of. He watched you shuffle in place for a moment, brushing your paws over your furry snout. You pushed the tuft of fur hanging between your floppy ears out of your eyes and gave a deep, shuddering sigh.

It was strange, seeing you like this. You looked so much like him. And Toriel. But he could still see you, under all that fur and fluff. Especially when you gave him that awkward, lopsided smile he knew so well.

“Alright, I think I’m good.”

“We’ll take it slow.” He offered you his hand, gently. You took it, with only a moments hesitation. But that was okay. No matter how much time you needed in order to deal with this, he would be there by your side. This time, he’d be there for you.

This time, he’d be able to protect you.

Hand-in-hand, you stepped out of the store and back into the streets. You flinched under the glaring sunlight beaming down from the bright blue sky. It was a beautiful day, but to you it just felt like way too much. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen.

“So, where are we off to today?” You asked quietly, leaning into his side as you made your way down the sidewalk. You kept your eyes pinned to the ground, too nervous to look up and see if anyone was looking at you again. Asgore carefully shifted the bag full of freshly baked bread on his free arm, to check the list he’d made.

“We have to stop by the florist to get some more seeds for the garden.” He tucked the little piece of paper away and glanced down at you, smiling. “What do you think we might need more of? I’ve had my eye on some sunflower seeds for a while.”

“Sunflowers are fine.” You replied in a small voice.

Asgore sighed to himself. He looked forward to the days when you would be able to talk with him again, without fear of drawing attention to yourself.

But he understood your reluctance. Even now, there were Monsters and humans alike watching you walk down the street together, their eyes following your every movements and their jaws slack in awe. He wanted to ask them, politely of course, to keep their eyes to themselves.

Ever since what had happened had happened, rumors had been flying through the city streets.

He led you quietly down the streets, your arm tucked against his own, shoulders pressed together like sardines in a can.

The florist was open, thankfully. And from the looks of it, there weren’t many customers at the moment. Which was lucky for both of you, because neither of you wanted to deal with a crowd right now.

Asgore looked down at you, a soft smile creasing his face as he placed a hand on your elbow. “If you’d rather wait outside, I’d be okay with that.”

“No!” Your grip on his arm tightened. “I mean. I want to stay with you. Please.”

He sighed, in relief more than anything. “Okay.”

As the door swung open, the florist perked up from behind the counter. “Hello! How can I help…”

Their voice trailed off as they stared at the two of you, wide-eyed and frozen. You wondered what you looked like to them. The King of Monsterkind, and his Boss Monster hybrid partner. What a freak-show.

“Why don’t you go look at some of the flowers?” Asgore whispered softly against your ear. “While I conduct the business side of things?”

“Okay.” Reluctantly, you unwound yourself from his embrace and headed over to the aisles of flowers and plants lining the walls, while Asgore straightened his shoulders and headed towards the counter.

You were nervous at first, being away from his side. Though the distance was small, it took everything in you not to just run back to hiding behind him.

But as you traversed the aisles of flowers, you found yourself beginning to relax. The atmosphere of the flower shop was extremely comforting. All the scents, colors, and different kinds of plants made you feel safe. Like you were walking through a giant garden. It reminded you of home, and the garden that you and Asgore had planted together.

You stopped in front of a pot of Amaryllis flowers and looked over the tag. Each one had the meaning of the flowers written on them.

“Worth beyond beauty.” That struck a chord with you. As a human, you’d considered yourself okay looking. But now, as a Boss Monster, your appearance was something you were having the biggest troubles getting used to.

You didn’t notice Asgore approaching you until his shadow stretched over the section of shelf you were standing at.

“Do you like those flowers?” He asked gently, leaning in to place his chin against your shoulder. “Amaryllis, yes?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help but blush because of how close he was. “They’re very pretty.”

“Then I’ll buy them for you.”

You turned with a gasp. “No, you don’t have to!”

“I want to.”

You fidgeted in place, nervously, but eventually gave in and let Asgore take the plant up front.

As you walked out of the florist, arm-in-arm, you clutched the little pot of flowers close.

Maybe one day, you’d be able to view yourself in the same way that people viewed the Amaryllis.

With worth beyond the boundary of beauty.

Mob/Mafiatale-Sans:

“Sans, I feel like everyone is staring at me.”

He glanced up, to see you tugging at your hat, trying to pull it down over your face. Your other hand was wound with his own, fingers intertwined. You glanced around nervously, shrinking beneath the curious stares and open-mouthed gawking of the nosy crowds.

Too nosy, he thought to himself.

“can you blame them?” He shrugged, giving you one of his signature lazy, lopsided smiles. He quickly added a wink when he saw the hesitation in your eyes. “they’ve probably never seen anyone as beautiful as you before.”

“Sans—!” Your cheekbones flushed a pleasant pink color, which you quickly hid beneath gloved hands. “Shut up, you know that I’m not…”

You shifted your weight a little, staring hard at the ground. Your tail swept across the sidewalk, thumping against the concrete anxiously.

“not what? cute? adorable? amazing? because i’d hafta disagree there.”

Maybe humans thought you looked a little weird. But Sans had never seen a more beautiful skeleton…whatever you were. Not a normal skeleton, definitely. But strong, with spines and claws, and big sharp fangs. Even for someone made entirely out of bone, you exuded raw power.

But beneath all that, he still saw you. He saw it in your smile, and the way you blushed, and how you’d fidget nervously. He heard it in your voice. He watched it surface when you walked, how you sat, how you did just about anything. Even in this new, strange body, he knew you were still the you that he’d fallen in love with.

And to him, that was beautiful.

“i’ll always love you a skele-ton.”

You bit back a snort, and the edges of your lips curled back in a smile.

He grinned, knowing that he’d gotten you there.

“what? don’t tell me you don’t like my ribbin’ anymore?”

“Sans, please.”

“tibia-honest, maybe you’re right. these ones are getting a little stale. i’ll have to think up some new ones, but it’ll be hard to marrow it down.”

You shoved his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes. The gleaming multicolored lights danced in your sockets as you grimaced at his terrible humor. Which, of course, only made him smile even wider and give you a playful shrug.

“y’know what my brotha’ always says. i’m a real numb-skull.”

“You are.” You smiled. “But you’re my numb-skull.”

Now it was his turn to flush, the pink color dancing across his cheeks for just a moment.

“yeah, i really am. n’i couldn’t be happier ‘bout it.”

As you walked down the street, side-by-side, he reached for your hand. Sans wasn’t usually a big PDA type of guy, but today, he was feelin’ kinda bold. Hand-holding bold.

You paused as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. Now that you were mostly skeleton, the feeling was so different from when you were a human. There was no soft skin against hard bone. You were the same now.

And it was oddly comforting, in a way.

“so, whatcha wanna do today?”

“Mm.” You scratched your chin in thought. “I’m not sure. It’s been a while since I was out. Is there anything good happening around town right now?”

“nah.” Sans actually had no clue, but he wasn’t about to put in the effort to go investigating. “say, how about we stop by grillby’s? my treat.”

“Sans, we always go to Grillby’s!” You said it with annoyance, but there was still a smile on your face.

“what’s not to love? good food, spending time with friends, a warm atmosphere.” He looked up at you and winked lazily. “it’s perfect for dates.”

“Papyrus would say otherwise.” You teased him, gently nudging his shoulder with your own.

“that’s because paps has too delicate of a palette.” Sans shrugged again. “y’know, i think he secretly likes grillby’s. he’s just too stubborn to admit it.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night!”

You giggled as he led you down the street to his favorite restaurant. He kept the small-talk up the entire way. It was a nice break from all the staring and strange looks you were getting. Having Sans there with you was the biggest distraction you could have asked for.

But as you reached the doorway, you found yourself hesitating.

Sans turned, his hand on the knob. He looked up at you, a bit of worry creasing his features. “something wrong, babe?”

“I just…” You tucked a strange of ectoplasmic hair behind your nonexistent ear. “How will everyone react, seeing me like this? I look so weird now. And different. What if they think I’m creepy? What if they’re intimidated because I’m a Boss Monster? What if—”

“hey, hey! slow down.” Sans held his hands up, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his skull. All that anxiety was starting to affect him, too. “you know these guys. they’d never speak ill of ya. more than likely, they’ll all just be happy to see that you made it out okay.”

“How can you be so sure?” Your claws tightened in the fabric of your blouse, and he could see the tension in your shaking hands.

“because, i’m a regular. have been for a long time now. i know grillby’s like the back of my hand.” As he spoke, he lifted up his free hand, and offered it to you. “just trust me. everything’s gonna be okay. i promise.”

Sans wasn’t big on promises he wasn’t sure that he’d end up keeping. But this was one that you both knew that he would.

After a moment’s hesitation, your expression grew determined. “Okay. I trust you.”

His grin widened as you slipped your hand into his own. The sensation of bone against bone was strange, but also oddly comforting somehow. Human, skeleton, Boss Monster. He didn’t care what form you took. He loved you all the same.

Hand-in-hand, he led you into Grillby’s, knowing that this place would never let him down.

And he’d never let you down, either.

Adult!Mob/Mafiatale-Chara:

“This is a bad idea.”

They couldn’t help but agree with you.

Chara was not the kind of person who liked to stray far from home. But it had been a while since you’d last been on a date together, and they weren’t willing to let you stay at home and mope over your predicament any longer. You needed to get out, both of your shell, and out of the house.

Still, as you walked down the streets, side-by-side, they weren’t oblivious to the stares you were receiving. It was understandable, given your new form. A side-effect of the transformation process over-going your soul. Chara didn’t find it nearly as inconvenient as you seemed to, however.

Pinpointing what exactly you had become after those weeks in the hospital was difficult. You weren’t exactly human. But not entirely Monster either. Some sort of mix of both. If they were still a child, Chara would have had no doubt that they would have been jealous of you. But now that they’d grown considerably, both emotionally and physically, they found themself pitying you instead.

But you didn’t deserve that.

They watched you duck your head, trying hard to ignore the way people were gawking at you as you sluggishly made your way down the street.

Chara sighed and slid their hand down to meet yours. With a gentle squeeze, and a soft smile, they assured you of their presence. Satisfaction followed, watching the tension drain from your face, as you returned their sentiment with a squeeze of your own.

“Things are going to be okay.” They mumbled gently, trying to assure both you and themself. “We will get through this, together.”

“I know.” You sighed. “It’s just hard, getting used to all these…”

You lifted your free hand, clenching and un-clenching your clawed fingers into fists. “Changes.”

“If it’s any consolation, I would give anything to be in your position right now.” Ah, that wasn’t the right thing to say. They watched you flinch, and quickly followed up with, “Not what you underwent, of course, but. To know what it’s like to be part Monster. It’s always been a dream of mine.”

“It’s not much different from being a human.” You admitted, rubbing the back of your neck self-consciously. “I’m just a little fluffier.”

Their smile quirked up at the edges. Well, you weren’t wrong about that. Thick waves of fur decorated your body, stretching all the way down to a swishing, spade-tipped tail that dragged across the ground as you walked. Your claws were sharp and dark, and they could see your long fangs sinking into your lower lip as you chewed on it nervously.

“Well, I think you’re beautiful.” They said, softly.

Your long, deer-like ears pinned back against your head as your cheeks flushed a pleasant pink color. You tried to wave them off. “You’re just saying that.”

“I might be, but I mean it.” They squeezed your hand again, tighter this time. “You are incredible. Your determination, your willpower, your beauty. All of them intrigue me, in so many ways. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do…it’s just.”

Chara tilted their head to the side. “Just what? Is that I’ve said it, not enough?”

“No! No. I mean.” You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just something I’m still getting used to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” They assured you, rubbing a thumb across the web of your palm. “No matter what happens, I’ll be by your side.”

“Chara…” Your ruby eyes shimmered with un-fallen tears. “Thank you.”

They smiled, gently, before returning their attention to the streets around you. “Where do you want to go today?”

“Do you think…” You hesitated a moment before continuing, “Do you think that café is open? The one we both like.”

“We can always check.”

Thank goodness you did, because it was open. And with very little customers, to boot. Which meant that you wouldn’t be getting as many stares as you were out here.

Chara led you into the tiny establishment and pointed towards a booth settled in the corner-most area of the café. “Let’s sit there.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “I’ll go save our spot.”

You didn’t like leaving their side, but once you settled into the dark little corner, you found yourself relaxing. It was nice and secluded here. No one could see you, and you couldn’t see anyone else. Just Chara, at the counter, giving your regular orders to the very flustered looking barista Monster.

Afterwards, they came to join you, sliding into the seat opposite yours with a smile on their face.

“What’s up with that smile?” You couldn’t help but ask. It looked mischievous, like they were planning something.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” They waved you off, but you couldn’t help but feel like there was something more to it.

A few minutes later, the barista made her way around the counter, and approached your booth, with a drink in both of her hands, and a tray on her third.

She set down each drink in front of you, and then turned to you with a wide smile. “Happy Birthday, dear!”

You blinked in confusion as she set down a very fancy, delicious looking volcano cake in front of you.

“But, it’s not…”

“Thank you.” Chara interjected. “We’ll take it from here.”

The barista winked and turned away to return to her post.

You looked up at your partner in disbelief. “Did you lie about it being my birthday, just to get us free dessert?”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” They didn’t even wait, just unsheathed their fork and scooped up a sizeable bite of the delicious chocolate pastry. “You’ve been reborn, after all. This is your birthday.”

“Well, I…” Damn, they weren’t wrong. Still felt like it was wrong, though. “Fine, but this is my Re-Birthday, okay? I’m still celebrating my human birthday, too.”

They shrugged. “That’s fine with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but finally began to dig into your “birthday” cake.

Maybe today wasn’t so bad, after all.

#commission #adulttale #mobtale #mafiatale #asgore dreemurr #sans #chara #x reader #scenario #romantic #angst #body horror #long post #mod mellow #queued post

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hup123hup123slapslap · 4 years

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yes pls post all the tips and tricks for adhd + depression management. literally all of them. pls.

oh shit, ok, let me try

pick and choose depending on your space and your budget, obvs. I have a big room now, thankfully, but these organizing tips are still useful even if you don’t, I think.

(it’s long and I’m full of thoughts so buckle up)

1) Empty space is space you’re gonna fill. Bad clutter is gonna get in all of those empty places. Don’t have too many empty spaces! You want shelves, tables, and drawers.

Chairs, though, are just higher places to pile things that don’t have a designated Spot. (obviously you can have chairs but if you don’t need them don’t keep them around to fill space). If you have a chair/couch/ect. that you don’t use very often, keep a box or a basket underneath it if possible, and plop that thing down on the seat if you feel it in your bones that you’re gonna start piling shit onto that thing soon. Because then that spot is Occupied (sometimes that won’t stop you, but sometimes it will!)

IKEA stuff is the shit. Furinno shelves are surprisingly cute and sturdy. Try to check for furniture sales whenever you’re bored - bonus points for bookmarking certain websites and keeping them in a folder in your bookmarks. The Honey browser extension is also nice for keeping an eye on sales!

2) For the love of everything I know it’s So Hard and it’s daunting, but keep things separate. THAT goes on THIS shelf and THIS shelf ONLY! You’re going to put things in the wrong spot. Obviously. But you’ll know when you do, and that’s what is important! That way, when your brain decides to work, you can look at a shelf and go ‘hey that doesn’t belong there!’ and then you can put it back. I know I get clutter blinders if the boundaries aren’t clear.

Small storage - Boxes are for things you don’t use very often, because they have a lid and a lid is a very dangerous extra step. Baskets? those are for things you need more often. Try to get a bunch of different kinds or colors so you can start associating those containers with the items they contain. Drawers are all the same. A drawer with PINK drawer dividers instead of BLUE ones? Well, that’s the drawer with the pens!

Put decorations near your designated boxes, baskets, ect. It’s an extra marker of recognition when the blue box next to the dragon figurine holds all the tape. You’ll want to leave the tape on the table. You’ll want to. But it belongs in the dragon’s hoard and that’s really where you should put it.

You need to work with your own brain. Your sense of theming and pairing is the most important thing. I have my extra phone charger in the same basket as my dogs’ spare collars. This is something only I can fathom, and even if I cannot put it into words or justify it, I know where both of those things are and where they belong. FUCK logic.

Cubby shelves are literally so nice and are worth the investment if you can, imo. They’re rigid, yet flexible. It’s a designated divider that you can customize. Some of my cubbies have full, color-coded baskets. Some of them have smaller boxes with their decorations.

If you have bookshelves, dedicate the bottom shelf for storage. It’s hard to see stuff on the bottom shelf, and that shelf gets real dusty real quick, so just put boxes there.

3) Have. Extra. Trash cans. Taking the trash out is Difficult. Having extra trash cans might make it seem like you’ll be taking out more trash but you can stagger it differently and not overwhelm yourself or your single trash can. On a good day you can take all the trash bags out. On a bad day you don’t have to take any out, and none of them will be overflowing! I personally have 5 trash cans.

I have a small one near my bed for regular trash, and a big one near my bed for bottles. Yeah, we have a bin for bottles in the garage, but the odds of me walking down there, let alone walking down there and remembering to take the bottle, are slim to none. Special bin, in my room. Yeah, I could put that bin somewhere else, but if I can reach it from my bed, it’s Ultra Convenient because that’s when I’m at my most relaxed/lazy/demotivated and also when I’m most likely to be enjoying my soda

I have a big one near my desk, for desk-related trash, and a small one near my printer for miscellaneous stuff.

My last big one is my favorite. That one is for the big trash. The crap that fill your trash can up almost immediately? Put that in a Special trash can tucked away somewhere. It’ll fill up quickly, but you use it less, and save the space in your regular trash cans.

Bonus points if you break down your boxes and tuck them behind that trash can.

4) Have. Multiple. Hampers. Doing laundry sucks and there’s always SO MUCH. Separating colors from black and white clothes is not viable for me, and maybe it isn’t for you. So separate them in a different way!

I have a big clothes hamper, and two hampers in the corners of my closet. One is for towels and stuff. One is for bedding.

bonus tip: idk how some people only have one set of bedding, because it is impossible for me to imagine a day I would have the kind of consistent energy to strip my bed, wash the shit, and put it back on. Have at least 2 sets of everything. It’s worth it, seriously.

5) Adhesive hooks! Adhesive shelves! Literally it is so nice to have convenience without anxiety. It is hard to commit to putting a piece of furniture somewhere. It’s extremely hard to commit to putting wall shelves somewhere. So just fucking slap something to the wall and call it a day! You can create bonus shelves on anything, and are not limited to the ability to drill, hoorah!

They also make adhesive holders that go underneath tables! My paper towels are hanging neatly under my desk instead of being the bane of my existence by taking up valuable table space.

6) It is important to remember that your space is for you, and not just a place that needs to hold your things. It is SO much easier to keep a room looking nice if you think it looks nice at the beginning. I know that sounds obvious, but honestly, it’s not. The default of your room should not be tidy. The default of your room should be, holy shit I love the way this looks! And not in a way that is minimalist and beautiful and photo-worthy. In a way that is meaningful to you.

I don’t read physical books that much anymore, but I still have a ton of them because they make me happy! Figurines aren’t clutter, they are important items. I have marimos, faux succulents, and faux flowers. Are they useful? No. But they go a long way towards making me smile. Keep the little ‘clutter-y’ shit that makes you happy! It’ll keep you from making more clutter because you don’t want to cover up/take away from the cute stuff.

Vinyl wall decals can go anywhere! Just food for thought! I don’t feel bad about keeping my closet doors open anymore because my shitty drawers look lovely with their decals on them

Keeping a color palette is hard but it feels really nice. Even when my room is a mess it’s a mess that matches in a way that I like, and then I don’t get caught up in feeling like shit. My room has the color profile of a pre-teen girl’s room. But that’s what I like, so I don’t care if it’s tacky or too bright.

If you start to enjoy your room/your space, you’ll start to buy yourselves little “treat yourself” presents that are long-term beneficial! Take that, brain, I’ve schooled you. I can produce short term dopamine by depression-buying that adorable basket, but then I can use that basket forever!

I really hope I was helpful, even though I’m a ramble-y mess. I’ve really been trying to get my room under control, and all the obnoxious “JUST DO IT!” articles on the subject are so unhelpful to me. Finding little things that help me has made me feel so much better day to day, and genuinely seemed impossible a few years ago.

#the ace whiner #organizing tips from a certified mess!#i'll try to add on if i remember more but these are the main ones #grinningprettylikeadevil #sorry if this is impossible to read #walls of text make my head swim too #but i also talk a fucking lot and have no way to control this lol

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notveryglittery · 4 years

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in which they decorate

summary: what’s holiday decorating without a little gossip? ships: romantic creativisleep (roman/remy) (mentioned brotherly prinxiety, mentioned pining moxiety) word count: 1k / warnings: flirting, kissing. author’s note: hi hi !! my first prompt for @sanderssidescelebrations 2019: decorating for the holidays!!

this takes place in my Patton Has Two Hands au which is currently not posted but i hope you like this little side story from it!! and shout out to @shesavampirequeen for picking the numbers that combined this prompt + ship + au <3

read on ao3 | read more of my holiday prompts

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“I miss the ocean,” Remy said without looking up from his canvas.

“You moved away from the coast, like, forty three years ago.”

“Yeah, surprise, I’ve been sixty one all this time.”

“With the amount of coffee you drink, probably.”

“Ro!” Remy screeched, scandalized. “I don’t have to be here helping you decorate, you know!”

“Aw, babe,” Roman cooed, abandoning the shelf where he’d been hanging stockings. “I wasn’t calling you old or anything, just… Wise. Beyond your age.”

Remy tilted back and away from Roman’s reaching hands before he could sink his fingers into Remy’s hair. If Roman so much as got one scalp scritch in, Remy would cave. “Ah-ah, I don’t think so. You’re banned from kisses.”

“Babe!” Roman repeated, sounding this time more desperate.

“Maybe I’ll forgive you if you get me something to drink.”

“Apple spiced tea coming right up!”

“That is not—” Remy sighed as Roman bolted out of the living room and into the kitchen.

He took a moment to eye the piece he’d been working on. It was directly inspired by the sunset happening outside the window he was facing. There were a lot of prime spots for painting but this particular set up in the Amparo household was definitely one of his favorites. The palette suited the siblings well, with its reds, oranges, and purples; even the cotton candy pink clouds were reminiscent of Patton, who was basically married to Virgil. Or they would have been, if either of them even had an idea of what feelings were; they were worse than his brother which was really saying something. Remy sighed. The paint was taking longer to dry than he would have liked but that was only because he was feeling especially impatient. To be honest, it was taking about as long as it normally did; Remy just wanted to finish already so that he could be cuddling with Roman in front of the fireplace, watching some cheesy Hallmark movie.

And speaking of…

His favorite mug was placed on the table beside his supplies and then Roman followed, draping himself over Remy’s shoulders.

“It’s looking really nice,” Roman said, “the mountains especially.”

Remy squinted. He’d thought the mountains were the worst part so far, not sharp or realistic enough in comparison to the bright colors. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Roman promised enthusiastically, “against the rest of it being kinda soft and dreamy, they pull it together by being a solid focus.”

Remy closed his eyes for a moment and then reopened them, trying to see it from Roman’s point of view. While the lines on the peaks weren’t as clean as he wanted, he supposed they did still help with the divide between earth and sky.

“However,” Roman said suddenly, “there are much prettier things you could be looking at right now.”

Remy smirked, turning so that he could side-eye Roman. He was just opening his mouth to suggest “you?” when Roman took Remy’s face in his hands and directed his gaze towards the wall Roman had been decorating before they’d gotten distracted.

“Look at how I set up the candles this year!”

Alright, not exactly what Remy expected, but he could work with it. He got up from his seat, Roman’s hands falling away. Humming appreciatively, Remy fished his phone out of his pocket and snapped a couple of photos from various angles. The colors of each candle corresponded with the stocking they were set closest to; from deep red (Autumn Wreath) to white (North Pole) to green (Magical Frosted Forest).

“Who do you think comes up with these names?” Remy asked, picking up a brown one called Mountain Lodge.

“Half of these are gifts from Patton to—”

“Wait, let me guess,” Remy interrupted.

“Yup,” Roman said, laughing. “I keep hoping they’ll get it together since they’re literally rooming together now but alas!” He swooned against the wall, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “I continue to be the only functional gay in this family.”

“It’s Christmas time, hon, not April Fool’s.”

“Excuse you!”

“Alright,” Remy said, shrugging, putting the candle back and setting his phone down with it as well. He made for the front door, as if truly excusing himself.

“Stop that,” Roman whined, catching Remy by the wrist. “It’s cold outside,” he paused long enough to pull Remy’s hand to his lips, where he pressed a kiss to his palm. “You don’t have a jacket on,” he continued, trailing kisses up Remy’s arm now. “I’d have to get your temperature back up somehow,” he let go just long enough to wrap his arm around Remy’s waist, pulling him close. “Not that I think either of us would complain about that.”

Remy didn’t hesitate, one hand reaching up to bury itself into Roman’s hair, just as their lips met. He tasted slightly of peppermint hot chocolate. If Remy let himself think too much about it, about Roman and his warm skin and barely there freckles and the gold in his hazel eyes, well. He’d be hopelessly soft which simply would not do.

He pulled back, smiling as he did so. “You set the candles beautifully,” he murmured, “though I’d agree that there are much prettier things to be looking at.”

It looked like Roman was about to ask or maybe try to turn it back on Remy which simply would not do. Lightning quick, he removed himself completely from Roman’s embrace, and returned to the shelf. He grabbed his phone and waved it in Roman’s direction, who was looking spectacularly put out.

“These photos on the school’s Instagram page,” Remy said decidedly. “What do you think, darling, should I encourage our classmates to share their own holiday decorations?”

“I’m breaking up with you,” Roman declared.

“I can’t believe we made it through an entire relationship before Virgil’s even come to terms with his feelings for Patton.”

Like the flip of a switch, Roman was off ranting again about his oblivious brother. Remy watched him with a blatantly fond expression and figured he could deal with living inland if it meant having the cutest boy in the world to keep him company.

#sanders sides fan fiction #creativisleep #roman sanders #remy sanders #sanders sides celebrations #dani writes #sanders sides celebrations 2019

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way-veee · 4 years

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yān yǔ

pt. 3

today you had to go grocery shopping.

you and wayv were going to go out and buy ingredients for a filmed dinner making segment. the segment started at four, and you were to be taking notes the whole time. what a great way to spend an afternoon.

it was just around lunch time, so you decide to go out and get something to eat before you have to leave. the confides of your quarters were crushing, you couldn’t stand the structured day schedule for one more minute.

you knew a ramen place close-ish by,and it sounded like a nice break from everything.

you were more than excited to leave as you stick to the corners of the halls not wanting to explain yourself to any managers.

you thought you were alone on your adventure outside, but you were sadly mistaken. xiaojun, lucas and winwin were following you from behind. they saw you leave and being presidents of the we hate y/n club, they had to follow you to see what you were doing.

you round the corner and open the door, you feel the fresh air on your face and rejoice.

“hey!” lucas yells in a bird like voice. “where are you going!”

you jump, startled again. god, this day was supposed to be fun. “ i was just going out.”

they look confused.

“alone?” winwin says. it was like the whole concept of independence was new to him.

you nod looking at these boys. then you remembered the promise you made to yourself.

“i.. i’m going to a ramen place for lunch. would you like to come?” you muster up your best relaxed smile.

“no,” xiaojun says.

“yeah that sounds boring.” lucas replies.

winwin just looks at you with a face of disgust and you assume he means no as well.

you were so glad you were a nice person.

“when you guys usually go out how many guards do you need with you?”

they look you in the eyes now, aware of what you’re doing.

“we need at least two at all times, if there’s filming then we bring over 10 people.” lucas replies.

“ i know it’s not my place to say this, but even if you wont tell me i know you guys want to be alone outside. no one wants to be caged up.”

they know you’re right. but they also know that the’re rules that they need to follow.

“you shouldn’t be caged up. do you hear me?”

they stay quiet. maybe they shouldn't have talked to you at all.

“im going,” you say sternly. “you should come.”

then you walk off, breaking your facade and breathing heavily from fear. if they tell on you you’d be off this report immediately and would probably be fired.

but for some reason you know that they won’t.

“were you actually gonna follow her!” winwin yells at lucas.

“well, yea for a second i was.”

“why!” winwin whispers yells still not wanting to be caught and hurried back into their rooms.

“you know she’s right,” xiaojun says, serious.

winwin quiets, you were right. then lucas begins to speak

“listen, i know that we hate her and she’s annoying and a bunch of other things, but i still think we should go with her. we won’t get another chance like this for a while.”

“i want to go too,” xiaojun says, siding with lucas.

xiaojuns pleading eyes completely destroy whatever counter argument winwin has.

“fine,” he says, a hint of excitement in the back of his throat. “but if she sells us off to sasaengs or tries to kill us, it’s on you guys.”

“im gonna put on my travel pants!” lucas yells galloping back to his room.

when they catch up to you, you were relieved, excited and a little bit confused on why lucas kept on talking about “travel pants”

you stay silent and let them talk in hushed tones. this was an alliance between you both and you didn’t want to wreck it.

when you get to the ramen place you speak to the waiter in hushed chinese for a table in the back.

“i forgot she could do that,” winwin says to the boys, saddened by the lost prospect of talking about you while you were with them.

you get a table at the back, the boys sit facing the wall side, just so no one would notice them.

they were surprised that no one had discovered them yet. was going out really that easy?

“i’ll get one of those please, “ you say to the waiter.

“and i’ll get a ramen bowl with shrimp, tofu, green beans and rice.” lucas says with a dazzling smile on his face.

“um, the tofu and rice are part of a separate meal, so what you ordered would be enough for three people, are you sure you don’t want something else?”

lucas eyes the waiter definitely not impressed. “i know what i said.” he never blinks once. the waiter gives up with an indignant huff and walks back to relay the orders to the chefs.

“xiaojun what drink did you order?” you question, inspecting his brownish drink.

he triumphantly lifts up his glass and says, “this is pepsi, coca cola, sprite and fanta!”

you vomit in your mouth, that sounds so disgusting. “why... why do drink that?”

“well, i really like all of those drinks and it would be gross to order 4 drinks at once, so one day i thought, hey why don’t i put them together?”

he gestures proudly to his drink. so proud in fact that he lifts it up for you to look at it but instead spills it all over your sweater.

you stand up gasping, “my sweater!”

“oh my gosh im sorry!” xiaojun yells embarrassed.

“do you have a change of clothes or something?” lucas says concerned at your shirt stained brown.

“i could go back to my room, but that’s far and i-”

“miss?” the same waiter says snooping in on the conversation. “we might have something for you in the back?” he gestures past the kitchen and you of course follow him not wanting to sit in a carbonated sweater.

“that sack was ugly anyways” winwin snickers as you leave.

xiaojun and lucas nod, both agreeing.

was this all they had? it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what you normally wore when reporting. it was tight and dark blue with buttons.

you weren’t about to leave your lunch because of three- no, one drink crazy idol.

you walk out and sit back down. they had just brought out your ramen and you start to eat it.

you feel them all staring at you. this wasn’t some movie where you wore a winter color palette and let your hair down and all the guys fall for you.

“you look even worse!” winwin exclaims, not impressed.

“it’s better than the sack” xiaojun shrugs.

“is it?” lucas says looking at xiaojun “is it really?”

“hey im sitting right here,” you say while waving your hands.

they didn’t seem to mind at all.

the rest of lunch went surprisingly well, lucas ate enough for four people when you decided to give him the rest of your bowl. and the insults at each other became jokes and teasing.

the boys couldn’t believe it. they were actually enjoying your company. people usually wouldn’t talk bad about idols to their faces, but you really didn’t care. your company was refreshing.

not to mention the way you looked in the shirt you had to wear. you actually looked pretty not wearing a sack shirt. it was quite surprising.

“we better go back,” you say looking at your wristwatch. “filming starts in under an hour.”

you look at the boys. they looked like they could stay there forever. they looked so normal and happy like when you had seen them the other night.

“and action!”

“okay!” kun yells at the boys with a giddy smile. “we have to find the ten items we want in 3 minutes, then we’ll choose the dish according to the rules of the game.”

the boys break out into indistinct crazy conversations as the bright lights of the grocery store and camera crew illuminate their foundation padded faces.

you watched admiringly from behind the camera. they were wearing new clothes again, probably some that they’d never wear again. but at least they looked happy, or happier than they had been in restricting suits.

“one two thr-” before kun can finish counting hendery and ten breakout into a run down the grocery store aisles completely ignoring kun’s authority as a leader. you chuckle.

you had to give it to them, they were really funny on camera and entertaining to watch. you understood now why so many people liked them.

then the camera goes zooming past you as the other boys break away running to find food for the challenge. you scribble down more notes back with the film crew.

the boys were energetic. if there was a more powerful word than energetic i’d use it right now, the boys were driven by the prospect of food and nothing could derail them. they are after all young men.

“aah!” lucas yells, you gasp, had he hurt himself or fell?

then you see him run by with three loaves of bread in his hands and at least four cans of beans in his pockets. ten then follows yelling at lucas that he took his beans.

the rest of the grocery store segment had much more chaos and yelling like before.

the youngest members teamed up against the oldest and they stole all of their chicken and seaweed. then ten and lucas also sided with the younger members so it was really just them yelling and stealing food items from kun and winwin.

at one point hendery decided to do a back flip down the aisles which ended surprisingly well, but then lucas tried and knocked off a whole shelf of rice which he then had to clean up.

when it was over you hadn't written many notes down because you couldn't draw your eyes away from them. you were inexplicably drawn to them and their personalities.

you also found them quite entertaining.

“y/n did you write down that i did a back flip!” hendery says out of breath running up to you.

you nod slowly, “i did, good job with that by the way.”

“thanks” hendery says while pushing his sweaty hair out of his face.

‘i’ve been practicing on a chair and on my bed and then i just run really fast and do an air somersault. you know?”

you look at him in shock, was he okay? but then you remembered, no, he’s just a member of wayv. that was reason enough for you.

you took a separate car to the kitchen where the boys were gonna be filming at. it made you sad, you kind of missed their presences, even if it just was them pestering you.

when you finally got to the restaurant they gave you a chair to sit on as you watched them.

they had the food laid out on the table and they were gonna make scallion pancakes and congee. it was a weird combo but they insisted on making it.

you enjoyed the filming, watching the boys joke around and horribly make food.

at one point you see one of their managers try to signal at winwin to move. for some reason he wanted winwin on the sides not in the center?

but winwin didn’t see the gesture, or ignored it. either way he stayed in the middle.

it was fine by you, the boys looked unconcerned by winwin’s presence so why should it matter.

the show ended with the boys trying to eat their creations but laughing too much and then having to throw it out because it wouldn’t unstick from the pans.

as lucas walks away to get changed he whispers “im glad we ate at lunch because i don’t think that food was even edible.”

you look at lucas who was trying to actually have a nice conversation with you.

“good thing you ate enough for four people,” you joke.

then you look behind lucas’s shoulder to see the manager sternly talking to winwin. winwin looks visibly upset, but the manager wouldn’t stop. it was probably about the incident earlier.

lucas follows your eyes and his face falls. “y/n, don’t.”

but the second the manager stops talking, winwin runs away and you follow. you had to see if he was okay.

lucas doesn’t try to stop you anymore. he just goes and get changed. stuff like this has happened before. what could he do about it?

you follow him. he doesn’t run for much longer and stops, sitting in one of the many dark hallways of the building.

he’s crunched on the ground crying. winwin has always been visibly strong and outgoing. now he’s not.

you don’t know what to say or do so you just sit beside him on the ground, listening to his shallow breathing.

he looks up at you after some time.

“i should’ve just moved.”

his eyes were red and wet from crying. that was no way to treat another human being. you couldn't do anything right know, but you wanted to yell and curse at all of the managers at SM.

winwin’s hand was atop his knee and you slowly put your hand on top of his. he stops shaking almost immediately and you just sit there with him.

“i’m afraid they’re gonna get rid of me again.”

you didn’t know if he was talking to you, or just in general. so you just listened.

“i don’t know what to do anymore.”

you can hear him start to cry again.

“why don’t they like me?”

you wondered how many times the boys have been upset or cried like this. you wondered how many hours or days were spent hating their management. it made you sick.

you grasp winwin’s hand a little tighter. then wipe the tears off of his soft cheeks.

“i like you” you say smiling at him.

“no you don’t” he says through his knees.

“i do. you’re a talented person, and you’re nice. i couldn’t hate you if i wanted too.”

“you’re lying” he says. but then he grips your hand even tighter in the dark hallway and you smile.

when you arrive back to the boys they immediately ask winwin so many questions. they were so concerned about him.

it made you happy to see people care about other people in such a way.

“thank you.” xiaojun whispers while walking by you. apparently he can give up hating you for a second to thank you. that made you happy too.

after some hugs and hushed words kun approaches you.

“so y/n. we had an idea, can you help us with it?”

“umm, probably? can you tell me what it is?”

kun smiles a short smile in the hallway of the building.

“it has to do with an article, us and our company-”

“i’m in.” you say automatically.

pt. 4

#wayv #wayvlucas #lucas #wayvten #yangyang #wiaojun #kun #winwin #wayv hendery #wayv au #fanfictionwayv #smutwayv

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For the fic excerpt if you're still interested: warm

Oh, this one was fun. I’m a big fan of the word warm and yet in five tabs I currently have active for fics, I’ve only found one so far where I use the word. Here’s an excerpt from the first in a series of Doctor Who fics that I’m working on that covers Yaz, Graham, and Ryan post Timeless Children, “i miss the days of a life still permanent”.

“Now, I don’t know anything about paint.” Graham is peering at some paint chips. “But I do know how to sew a curtain. Do you know anything about paint?”

“Not really.” Yaz pulls a color palette swatch out of the array in front of them. “But I mean, d’you really need to know anything about paint to know what colors you’d like?”

“No idea.” Graham compares Yaz’s palette with his. “I think the curtains are probably contingent on the paint color though, aren’t they?”

“Probably. I dunno. I’ve never bought my own flat.”

“It’s been a while since I bought one on my own. Grace liked tapestries, so I didn’t have to think much about wall color.”

“Why didn’t you ask Ryan?”

“The man doesn’t care about colors, or curtains. I’m gonna take him out with me to pick out some new furniture, though, he can pick out a credenza like nobody’s business.”

“…do you even want a credenza?”

“I dunno. But I know Ryan’s got good taste.” Graham goes to put the palette back, hesitates, pulls it back, and then finally puts it back on the shelf. “How goes the job hunt?”

Yaz shrugs awkwardly. “Believe it or not, I’m not… especially qualified for anything.”

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Graham shoots her one of those soft and pleasant grins he gives her sometimes. “You’re plenty qualified for anything. You and Ryan both, told him the same thing. Just gotta find somebody to hire you and then they’ll find out how qualified and capable you lot are.”

Yaz swallows.

“How’re you handling this so well?” she asks.

Graham smiles ruefully. “I’m not.” He sticks his hands in his pockets. “I mean, it’s something else, isn’t it? You’ve a bedroom in a time traveling spaceship where the floor warms up when you get out of bed, and then suddenly all you’ve got is your regular bedroom where the nightstand’s all dusty and your curtains are tattered.” He sighs. “Something’s gotta change, and I can’t change what I really want to change, so, y’know, I’ve got to work with what I’ve got.”

Yaz nudges his shoulder with hers. “You’ve got us. And you don’t have to be all, you know. Friendly granddad about it. You can have a hard time, too.”

Graham’s smile is a little wan now, but still fond. “Yeah, I know. Thanks for the reminder, though.” It’s his turn to nudge her shoulder. “You think of me as a friendly granddad, eh?”

Yaz sniffs. “Don’t know that I said that.”

“You can consider it getting a start on all that nice stuff I said about you a few weeks ago.”

Thank you for the question! For anyone reading this, due to the general strain of my life right now I thought it’d be fun if people sent me a random word and I would find it in one of the WIPs I’m working on right now and post an excerpt of it containing that word, so join in on the fun, please.

#doctor who #Anonymous #doctor who fic #ocean's fic #ocean speaks #ocean talks about fic #ocean answers asks

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this-is-a-podcast-fanblog · 5 years

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Juniverse Retail AU

this post was too good not to turn into a fic, so I got permission from @acadieum and @rae-kl and went off.

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He’s at that point in his shift where nothing is real, his feet have lost feeling, and every single soccer mom with fake blonde hair has decided to descend on his location at once.

“No,” exclaims the woman in front of him, rapping her long-nailed hands down onto the counter, “I told you, I can only use products that are gluten free, vegan, free of dyes and parabens, free of natural pigments, and lack fiber.” Her roots need to meet this perfect touch-up Juno just got in stock. He could give her so much help if she’d just be nice and let him.

“Yeah, lady, this is a Sephora.” Juno rubs his eyes and resists the urge to look at the clock. “Everything we’ve got in here has dye or natural pigments. If you don’t like what we’ve got, check Lush at the other end of the mall.”

The woman huffs, props up her sunglasses. “I want to speak to your manager.”

“I am the manager.”

She storms out, already whipping out her cellphone to give his location a bad review. Juno doesn’t care. He honestly doesn’t care about anything at this point.

“Cheer up, boss!” says Rita over the Rita-sized box she’s carrying to the dumpster. The front reads Unleash Your Inner Artist palettes. “We only got two hours left!”

Juno huffs. “Yep. Two hours.” He can see someone winding through the aisles towards his help desk. Instantly he is awash with that rush of overwhelming rage that fills him whenever he has to actually do his job and assist someone. I am so not paid enough for this. “Hey, how can I.... help you...”

The person standing in front of Juno’s counter is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. His dark brown eyes are expertly framed with green eyeshadow, his full lips lined with a matte color just a few shades darker than his tan skin. He arches one stunning brow and Juno almost melts. “Excuse me,” says the man. “Do you happen to have this foundation in shade 290?”

It’s the most seductive thing anyone’s ever said to him. “Uh, uh maybe,” stammers Juno, “Let me check in the back?”

“Thank you. I would appreciate that.”

Thank you, I would appreciate that. God, his voice is so hot. Juno grabs a bottle from the back room and brings it back. “That’s $35,” he says.

“Alright.” The man reaches into his purse for a credit card but doesn’t hand it over just yet. Instead, his eyes sweep once over Juno’s face. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” he says.

“Yeah, uh, I used to be one of the makeover artists, but just got moved to manager, not sure how.” He laughs and then wishes he hadn’t. A blush creeps over his face, but the man is smiling.

“I see. Are you here every day?”

“Pretty much. We’re short on managers right now.”

“Ah.” He hands over his card. “Well, maybe I’ll see you again sometime...” His eyes dart down to the nametag. “Juno.”

Juno is as much of a mess as a red lipstick spilled in a white Valentino bag. “Uh, uh yeah! Maybe! That’d be great, so here’s your receipt, have a nice day? Have a nice day.” He drops the receipt. “God, I’m sorry. Hey, uh, what’s your name?”

“Call me Rose.” Rose picks up the receipt and tucks it neatly into his bag. “All my friends do.”

And he saunters away, taking most of Juno’s heart with him.

Rose visits again a few days later. He says he’s just picking up a bottle of nail polish, but ends up standing by the shelf as Juno restocks. They chat for half an hour. After Rose is gone, Juno realizes he must have counted inventory wrong, because the shelf he just filled with what was supposed to be twenty blending sponges is only nineteen blending sponges.

But he thinks nothing more of it after he gets another sponge from storage, and the next day Rose visits again. And again, a few days after that. They talk about makeup at first, but then about themselves, and the things they like, and the way they live.

“I’m just doing this to pay rent, save up some cash.” Juno explains. “I wanna go back to school, get a degree in criminal justice.”

“I didn’t take you for a lawyer.”

“I was thinking more like a detective, actually. Private investigator or something. How about you?”

“Oh, I’m between jobs at the moment.” Rose doesn’t quite meet his eyes on that line. He’s a man of mystery just as much as he’s a man of glitter highlighter. And damn he kills that glitter highlighter.

It’s nice, for a while, having someone to visit him at work and someone he can flirt with when shifts get slow. But then a few problems arise.

The first is that Juno gets distracted by Rose, and doesn’t service his other customers as well. Which is fine, because he has other employees and, thank god, he has Rita, and all of them are very capable of handling the store without Juno. But they complain about it plenty.

The next problem is brought to his attention by Rita herself: “Boss, have you ever noticed that this tall guy uses a new credit card each time he comes in here... an’ none of ‘em have the name Rose?”

And once he notices that, he notices another problem: makeup goes missing when Rose visits him. Like, a lot of makeup.

“That’s nice eyeliner you’ve got today,” Juno tells Rose. “It’s Maybelline?”

“Maybe.”

“Neat. On a totally unrelated note, half of our Maybelline shipping vanished last week.”

“Hmm, how unusual,” muses Rose with a straight face. “You know Juno, I’ve been thinking...”

He doesn’t get to say what he’s been thinking, because at that moment a screaming toddler smashing up the perfume aisle demands a manager’s attention.

The next time Juno sees Rose, he’s wearing dark red nail polish the same color as the ones Juno was reshelving last time they spoke. But he’s brought Juno a smoothie from the mall cafeteria, and there’s a smile on his gorgeous face, and Juno decides to let it slide.

“I’ve been thinking,” Rose says. “Perhaps one day we could meet up outside of your work.”

Juno’s heart flip-flops. “Oh?”

“Certainly. I could - well. Buy you lunch, for example - because you see, Juno...” He fidgets with a spare thread on his jacket. “I’d like to spend time with you, somewhere that isn’t also full of flouresents and stress.”

Juno laughs a little at that. “Yeah, sure,” he says. “I’ll think about it.”

Rose grins, those sharp teeth flashing behind black lips. Juno’s pretty sure he’s just signed up for a date with a criminal.

“May I ask you something?” asks Rose one day while Juno’s filling in ledgers. The store is closed, but Juno can’t bring himself to kick Rose out.

“Shoot.”

“Do you like working here?”

He snorts. “Want the honest answer or the cute one?”

“I’d hope you can always be honest with me.”

Juno thinks about that for a moment. He sets down the pen and turns his head to see Rose’s eyes better. “I don’t like it,” he says, “that the only way I can pay my rent is to come to this store and give up a small piece of my humanity. You know?”

Rose nods, like he really does know. “I...I may have an idea,” he says. There’s caution in his words. “In my line of work, I’m, shall we say, self-employed. Reliant on myself for financial stability. But recently I’ve begun to consider taking on a partner. I wondered if you would be interested.”

It’s all he can do not to say “Hell yes” and sign up there on the spot. Instead he ducks back to the ledger to hide his blush and says, “Oh yeah? What’s your line of work?”

“I suppose I can tell you more when I take you out to lunch.” And Rose winks with his eyeliner wings sharp enough to cut.

They don’t end up going out to lunch.

“Did you hear?” asks Rita as soon as Juno walks into the door for his shift the next day. She drags him to the back room, practically bouncing foot to foot; and once they’re out of earshot of the customers, she says, “Your friend Mistah Rose got ARRESTED!”

“Wh-what?”

“Yeah! Mall cops nabbed ‘im with five thousand dollars of designer merch after he left visiting you yesterday! An’ you wanna know the real kicker?” She leans in closer. “He got away. No one knows where he is now!”

“Oh.” Juno’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to process all of this information at once. “That’s... I wish I could say that’s surprising.”

What he means is, he wishes he could say he isn’t crushed.

He was right about Rose, but it’s worse. He might never see Rose again. And it’s still worse: they came so, so close to having something, it’s just so unfair.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go tell the others!” Rita skips off, leaving Juno alone with his emotions, office files, and a clutter of still-boxed makeup. He sits down at his desk, just to think for a minute before going onto the floor.

And that’s when he sees the note.

“Juno:

By this point you’ve likely uncovered the truth. What you haven’t surmised from the security footage and accounts of your workers, I will trust to your inner detective to piece together.

Where do I begin? You are wasted as a makeup manager. The world deserves to be seen by you, and suddenly I wonder if I could be the person to show it to you, even if I am no longer the person you think I am. If you still want to take me up on my previous offer, hold out hope. I’m sure we’ll meet again.

I’ll be counting down the minutes until we do.

Signed,

Peter Nureyev

Master Thief.”

And sealed with a red lipstick kiss.

#if i wake up tomorrow and my inbox is full of angry james charles fans i'm throwing myself out a window #all of the brand and trend teasing is meant to be lightly poking fun #there are so many makeup jokes in here #props if someone understands literally any of them #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #peter nureyev #rita #jupeter #au

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mothershadow · 6 years

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Glassed Sorrows

A story I made for Wattpad. It's a soft angst that's supposed to be more wholesome than sad.

Includes:

Reaper & Life by @renrink

Goth by @nekophy

Geno by @loverofpiggies

My Wattpad

“Okay Geno, I’m off to work!” The grim reaper called out, only to be met with silence. He let out a sigh and walked over to the old fireplace, taking down a small white vase from the shelf there. It was a shiny ivory color with beautiful red etching, writing out the name ‘Geno’.

Reaper fixed the red scarf that hung loosely around his neck as he hugged the container that held the dust remains of his now deceased husband. Hugs always seemed to bring him some form of comfort, but he couldn't deny they also felt empty and hollow. He missed his beloved husband.

“Life invited me over again…” I don’t want to go, but she’s really worried. Everyone is…” Reaper stated, carefully putting the vase back in its place. Since Geno’s death, he’s been wanting to do nothing but stay in his home alone. Goth by then had moved out and married Palette, but visits from time to time to make sure Reaper was doing okay.

Reaper’s friends understood and gave him plenty of time to grieve. Gaster was even nice enough to give him a few days off. Of course, being the grim reaper, he had to go back to work after a bit. Unfortunately, Reaper was having trouble moving on and his best friend, Life, had been pestering him for a while to pay her a visit.

Reaper thought for a minute before speaking to the vase again. “Maybe I should. I mean, she’s only trying to help so I guess I can stop by..” he muttered before heading out. “I’ll be back later. Love ya, Gen!”

Silence.

-Time Skip-

After work, Reaper teleported to Life’s garden. He remembered when this place used to calm him and became a nice little sanctuary for him to escape work. Now it did nothing to bring him joy. “Sans! It’s so good to see you. How are you holding up?” Life asked carefully. Reaper nodded.

“Fine. Sorry, I’ve been dead on my end.” he joked, though instead of laughter he only felt a pang of pain. Life noticed this and frowned a bit before shaking it off.

“Don’t you worry, I know this has been hard for you. Which is why I wanted to see you.” She said rather cheerfully, waving him over to a small table with a tea set on it. Reaper sighed and followed, sitting on the spare seat.

After a few moments reaper spoke up. “So.. why did you want to see me so badly?” He asked, taking a sip of his tea.

“Sorry for being blunt on this. I know it’s been very difficult for you losing Geno, and I don’t blame you of course. Losing a loved one hurts and I know you aren’t exactly used to it.” Reaper flinched slightly at the mention of Geno’s death. She was right, the only other time he experienced death with the people he cared about what with Life. But she came back, Geno cant.

“Lately I’ve been studying mortals and researching how they get through grief. I thought maybe one of their traditions or methods could help.” Life suggested. Reaper felt very uncomfortable with this, but knowing life, he knew she was only trying to help.

“I don’t know Life…” he admitted, but life wasn’t ready to give up yet.

“Sans, you’re not used to this sort of loss. I do recommend some help with something like this.” Reaper couldn’t argue with her on that. Thinking about it, he figured the way he’s been handling Geno’s death wasn’t exactly healthy. With a sigh, he agreed and let her continue.

Life smiled lightly and began explaining what she had learned. “When mortals die a lot of times their loved ones cremate the bodies, turning them to ash. Sometimes they keep them in vases like the one you keep Geno’s dust in and others spread the ashes on a place or item the person loved.” She explained.

“However, I found a few creative methods mortals use to keep the ashes.” Reaper raised an eyebrow, unsure of what she was getting at. “A few had decided to use the ashes to create glass art. With your permission, of course, I could use my fire magic and turn Geno’s dust into another glass lily or anything you’d like.” Reaper frowned slightly, not sure of the idea. He thought about it a bit and seeing he did miss having the glass lily Life made him a long time ago.

“Okay..”

-Time Skip-

Reaper was fidgeting with Geno’s scarf. He smiled, remembering how his husband used to do that all the time when he was nervous or anxious. He loved his little quirks. His little huffs of anger, the way his face scrunched up slightly whenever Reaper kissed his nose. They way he loved being in the company of others and his slight fear of knives and the dark.

“Sans?” Reaper jumped slightly, realizing he zoned out. Standing up and looking over at Life, seeing her hold Geno’s vase. However, instead of his dust, the vase held a beautiful stain-glass Lily. It was shiny and sparkling in the sun, showing its white petals with bright red tips and a healthy green stem.

Reaper took the vase from Life’s hands, smiling for the first time in a long time at the sight of it. “It’s beautiful Life. It reminds me so much, Geno.” Life smiled at his reaction, knowing how much he loved it. “After making the lily, there was still some more dust left so I thought of making you this..” She hummed, taking out a small box, giving it to Reaper.

-Time Skip-

“Dad?” Goth called out, walking into his old childhood home. Looking around, he spotted the vase that used to hold his mom’s dust and instead of seeing the stained-glass flower.

“Goth! You made it!” Reaper said cheerfully, seeing his now-grown son after quite a while. Walking over he gave him a big hug.

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re doing better.” He stated, hugging his father back. Reaper nodded, letting his son sit on the couch. “So this is the flower you were telling me about? Life has really outdone herself, it’s beautiful.” Goth commented as Reaper left to go get something in the other room.

“She really has. I’m grateful for it, as well as this.” Reaper replied as he came back with the same box Life had given him. Placing it in his son's lap, he sat next to Goth and waited for him to open it. Goth looked at him and the box for a moment before opening it amazed at its contents.

Inside was two beautifully crafted stained glass clips in the shape of small Gaster Blasters, one slightly smaller than the other. “Dad they’re amazing! Life made them?” He asked, grabbing the smaller one.

Reaper nodded and grabbed the other one. “She wanted us to have something to always keep with us since we can’t exactly take the flower around. It’s a way of keeping your mother with us.”

“Thanks, dad, and thank Life too for making these! I’m sure mom would have loved it.”

#fanfic #afterdeath #geno #goth #reaper #writing #story

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$50 vs $4 Watercolors

This my Sparklers is the product of two of my favorite things; eagle-eyed art shopping and the lust for artistic experimentation. A little while ago I was scavaging the clearance section at my local Michaels, and I stumbled upon some 5 ml. Winsor & Newton Professional watercolor tubes for a little over $1 each. Upon double-checking the stickers and noticing the cheapest one was originally priced at $9.99 (the most expensive was originally priced $14.99!), I knew they were coming home with me! (And for the record I got all four unique colors they had; if there had been more I certainly would've grabbed them too!) Once I had them home and swatched out, I, of course, wanted to put them to the test to see as I'm sure many of my fellow tight-pocketed artists do, are these tiny tubes really any better than the cheaper mid-range stuff? So I color matched as closely as I could with the watercolors I had, and naturally, since it was the biggest set, the Arteza set of 60 watercolors ended up being my best bet. Technically, at least right now, you can't buy the Arteza tubes individually, so I did the math and even leaned on the high end to place them at about $1 per tube. But even if I'd paid the $40 price Amazon puts on the set, that would still have been cheaper than these four tubes, and it certainly would've been cheaper than a larger set (12, 24, etc.) of most any "professional" quality paints. Unfortunately, I could only match by color similarity, as I did check and none of the pigments match between the Arteza paints and the four Winsor & Newton ones I had. The closest "match" was that the pigment for the yellow in the Arteza set that I picked out is often used as a substitute for the pigment in the yellow Winsor & Newton paint. So I acknowledge you can't really judge the comparison based on color alone here, but then again I figured even if I could match pigments the colors may still turn out differently based on formula or manufacturing process. Still, I tried to create both paintings as similarly as possible, but we'll talk more about that in a second. Now, before I go on I want you to really take a look at the two Polaroids and decide for yourself which side you think was made with the more expensive paints. Really consider what it is about each one that makes you think it's one or the other. Got your choice? Good! Moment of truth; the painting on the left was made with the Arteza watercolors; the one on the right with Winsor & Newton! It was odd though; maybe I'm just used to the cheaper stuff, but I felt like I had an easier time painting the Arteza one than the W&N one. To be fair, the yellowish-green color from W&N (Green Gold, if anyone cares) did lean more on the yellow side than the match I picked from Arteza, which didn't help. (I really could have benefitted from some sort of cool color in that palette.) The W&N paints were definitely more transparent, and yet it took more to water down the color when/if I needed to, which I have mixed feelings about. But again, maybe I'm just used to cheaper stuff and so I'm not used to the traditional properties of more expensive paint. Something I noticed about the W&N paints that I found interesting though, was that they did seem to dry more slowly than the Arteza paints. Drying time with watercolors usually depends on the paper; 100% cotton in particular usually dries more slowly and absorbs the paint more evenly. The thing is that I used the same cellulose paper for both of these; Canson XL watercolor paper. And So my conclusion is that, for whatever reason, the W&N formula just dries more slowly. This makes sense if you consider the drying "issues" I mentioned when I did my Review/First Impression piece on the Arteza paints. To summarize: when the Arteza paints dry on a palette, they dry pretty extremely so. This makes me wonder if you were to mix some glycerin and/or honey into them if they would also dry more slowly on the paper. Whatever the case, I did notice the W&N paints also seemed to layer nicely with thicker concentrations of paint, but the layers underneath wanted to reactivate almost too easily with more watery layers on top, and you can probably spot some instances of that. This was, however, very useful when I decided I wanted to add another layer of yellow to the sky to darken it up. No harsh water lines! The sun/glare spot on both I made by placing an old circular sticker where I wanted it, so I can't comment on the lifting abilities of either brand of paints, but because of how the grass/plants lead into the spot, as well as some other areas, I will say that both kinds blend pretty nicely and similarly. The W&N paints just have the added benefit of drying more slowly, which allows for more blending time. Ultimately, I have to say both paints have their pros and cons, at least as far as I can tell. But my question going into this was more so if I felt like the professional quality paints were really worth all the extra money (when you don't find them for very good clearance prices). And I'll be honest, my answer is no. Now, granted, professional-quality paints--not just watercolor--due tend to be more lightfast/long-lasting, and if you're not like me and not used to using the cheaper stuff that end of the day just behaves differently no matter how you slice it, there's nothing wrong with using the more expensive stuff if you can afford to and that's what you like. There are benefits there. It's just for me, at this point in my artist career, I'm just as happy with more amateur level supplies that, in my experience, work just as well for what I like to do with them. Of course, every case is different. Arteza has more or less made a name for themselves at this point for being less expensive but still decent quality. Not all other options will work out as nicely by comparison. And just as well, even among different professional quality brands, you may have a preference based on your own personal taste. That's just the way things are. So in conclusion: The Winsor and Newton watercolors are definitely nice, but I'm not convinced these four tiny tubes would've been worth $50+ if I'd had to pay full retail price for them. For that kind of money, I'm just as happy with 60 colors from Arteza and a little leftover for something else. What about you, dear reader? Based on the artwork, do you think the paints used on the right are worth over $50? Next up, I plan on revisiting another supply that I recently expanded my collection of also thanks to some shelf-clearing clearance prices at Michaels, and I'm also working on a couple of particularly special/exciting projects that I'm eager to share, so stay tuned for all that. Oh, and of course we are officially in Inktober-Prep Season, so there may be some things coming up later this month in regards to that. I have to say, I'm practically chomping at the bit for Inktober this year based on my plans so far. ____ Artwork © me, MysticSparkleWings ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble | Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram

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