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xstargirlslutx · 5 months

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Cock Warming || Theo Nott

Day 5 of Kinkmas

Kinkmas Masterlist

TW: grinding, slight exhibitionism, teasing, use of y/n, public sex, rough riding

Words: 1,171

You were sitting on Theo's lap in the common room, visiting with Pansy who sat adjacent on the other couch. Theo was reading a book, hardly paying attention to the conversation you two were having.

For a while, you and Pansy were just talking about school and the upcoming O.W.L.S., until she switched the topic and made you laugh. You shifted slightly as you giggled and repositioned yourself to be more comfortable.

You heard a heavy exhale behind you but it no mind, you were too busy laughing anyway.

"Oh Y/n, we really need to get the whole group together again, go out for butterbeers or something."

"Oh I know! We've all been so busy studying for the o.w.l.s., I've barely had time to do anything."

"Other than snogging Th-" You cough loudly,

"None of that either, mind you." Pansy smirked,

"Well you need to fix that then. Might help.. take the stress off before exams."

"You're talking as if I'm not here," Theo mumbled.

"That's because you're supposed to be reading obliviously since you insisted on staying with me all night."

"Note taken." He laughed,

"I think I'll run to the restroom real quick, before I piss myself." Pansy said, still laughing. She winked at you and walked down the hall.

As soon as she had disappeared Theo marked his place in his book and set it down on the couch.

"Maybe she's right darling.. It's been far too long."

"We've been far too busy."

"Well I'm here now." You shifted yourself to look at him better, he stifled a groan, "-Bella, you've got to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" You smirked, and he blew out from his mouth,

"Stay quiet."

"Wh-" Suddenly, Theo reached his hand down and undid his pants. It was only a matter of moments before he slid your panties to the side and sunk into you. "Ah- Theo-" You bit down on your lip at the lack of warning, "We can't here-"

"We're not." And he was right- technically. He didn't move one bit. Your skirt covered everything that was happening, but it didn't hide your face growing increasingly red. You could barely think straight, feeling so full of him. You missed it after so long, and you couldn't wait to be back up to your room with him later.

Pansy returned shortly after, with Draco, as well. You turned and buried your face in Theo's neck out of embarrassment, yet he was back to reading like nothing was happening. Except this time, he had one arm securely wrapped around your waist.

"Look who I found!" Pansy chimed, "He was doing nothing alone in his room so I thought he could hang out too."

"Perfect." You forced a smile. Immediately as Draco sat down he noticed something was off about you.

"Are you okay, y/n?" He asked,

"-Yes, yes of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I mean, it's a little cold all the way over there, isn't it? Don't you two want to come sit over here by the fire?"

"We're fine." Theo interjected, and Draco smirked knowingly.

"Very well."

"Um, so what do you guys think of that new professor?" Pansy asked, trying to change the subject.

"He's alright, bit of a downer in class though, won't let us talk to our friends until he's done with his lecture."

"Isn't that what most teachers would expect?"

"Maybe, but most of them have given up trying to quiet us down." You all laughed and Theo squeezed your hip. You mumbled an apology to him and reached back to play with his hair. He smiled slightly but kept his attention on the book.

The three of you talked for an hour longer, enjoying catching up after the chaos of the end of the school year. Theodore stayed a bystander, calming reading his book despite your attempts to arose him with your movements.

Eventually Pansy said, "I think I'm going to turn in guys, it's getting pretty late."

"Yea me too, we have an early practice before school tomorrow, I want to be well rested. Don't forget that either mate." Draco said, referring to Theo, almost knowing he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.

"Well goodnight guys, we need to hang out again soon, after exams." You smiled, and they waved goodnight before exiting the common room.

You glanced around to find there was nobody left except the two of you. "I could fall asleep like this you know? All warm and full.." You had almost forgotten he was still in you, simply feeling complete.

"Oh really? Hm.. well I don't know if I can let that happen yet.. You still need to fix what you did to me earlier."

Heat filled your cheeks once again and you decided to make a bold move. You shifted and spun yourself to face him, not once letting it slip out. "Mm.. Theo, you wanna do it here? We may as well.."

Theo loved it when you were like this, giving him your innocent eyes yet begging for the nastiest things.

"I thought you were embarrassed by this darling, what happened?" He smirked and set his book to the side.

"Shut up-" You rocked your hips back and forth, suddenly desperate for friction.

"Fuck tesoro, you want me to fuck you right here? Where somebody could catch us?"

"I don't care- they're all asleep.."

"So bad.." He gripped both of your hips and wasted no time fucking into you with short but rough thrusts.

"Fuck- Theo- Gods- Ah~" Your words were interrupted by his sporadic movements, hitting your cervix just right.

"Shh.. darling- don't- want to wake- anybody up- now.." Though he preached for you to be quieter, he was slowly coming undone himself, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mm.. Theo- I'm close."

"Fanculo, bambina, already?"

You whimpered and nodded quickly, and he sped up, slid a hand down under your skirt, and rubbed fast circles on your clit.

You fell apart above him and buried your face into his shoulder to mute the sounds that were bound to fall out of your mouth.

"Mm.. fuck yes-" He moaned and released just after you, only sliding in once more and then staying there.

"Could we- go back up to your dorm?" He asked, and you nodded and began climbing off him, but he pulled you back down onto him.

"Mm, no.." He stood up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping in the same position. "Good girl.."

The two of you made it back to your dorm room, and he laid you both down on the bed, keeping his dick in you the whole time.

"Can we stay like this tonight?" He asked, and you nodded nervously. "It's okay, darling, it'll be good I promise." He reached his hands and unbuttoned your shirt to make you more comfortable. "Just relax and go to sleep.. I know you're tired."

You nuzzled your head into his chest and quickly fell asleep, feeling full of him and as comfortable as ever.

#harry potter #kinkmas #slytherin #slytherin boys #smut #theodore nott

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pizzatowerconfessions · 2 months

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Since the confessions here have been kinda downers as of late I'm gonna confess something uplifting:

I love, love, love LOVE the "fake Peppino becomes real Peppino's brother and he's the best eldrich frog brother ever" headcanon. I mean, I've always loved it - it's such a sweet idea but since the reveal of Peppino's brother Maurice I have a whole new love for it because Maurice is... an absolute asshole. He does not vibe with me, I don't care if you headcanon him to be "nicer on the inside", "yes he's mean but he'll still protect his brother" or whatever. The relationship that Maurice has with his brother is not healthy, and I feel like his constant bullying really messed up Peppino both mentally and physically.

Not me overanalyzing the funny pizza game haha wheee

I like the diverse interpretations of fake Peppino in general. As far as I know, there is minimal official lore and we don't see much of his personality outside of what we see in the games so sky's the limit with interpretations. He can be a monstrous velociraptor horror, innocent frog creature, or funny slime man it's all cool and valid to me. However you interpret him I will always love him being Peppino's sweet and supportive brother because I like to think he would fill the gap in Peppino's heart that always wanted a sibling that didn't make him feel like an utter failure every minute of his life.

Not me overanalyzing the funny pizza game part 2 electric boogaloo

Fake Peppino should yeet Maurice into the depths of hell lol

Additionally, anyone who makes fan-made Spaghetti family members who love and support Peppino... I love you so much (platonically). Give Peppino the familial love and support he needs, this dude deserves all the best <3

#pizza tower #pizza tower peppino #pizza tower fake peppino #pizza tower maurice

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indy829 · 5 months

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Just watched Wes Anderson's Asteroid City (2023) and enjoyed all of the sartorial homages to mid-century Hollywood by costume designer Mileno Canonero, especially with Grace Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor, and Marilyn Monroe.

First up, we have the Edith Head-designed crisp white halter top and pistachio green pencil skirt ensemble cinched at the waist with a white belt that Kelly wore in Rear Window (1954). They even have Scarlett Johansson wearing a bracelet on the same wrist that Kelly wore her chunky charm bracelet. Even more bonus points for having Scarlett with a cocktail in-hand while wearing this outfit.

And then there's the floral dress that Johansson is seen wearing that is adorned with hand-painted pink and green cactus flowers. The floral design, along with the sleeveless bodice, quarter buttons that bifurcate said bodice, and jewel neckline encircled by a strand of tight-fitting pearls, really hammers home the Rear Window outfit Canonero wanted to reference. The main difference between the dresses is that while Johanssen has pink and green cactus flowers to match the desert setting of the film, Kelly's flowers are a golden yellow. These dresses are also both worn during the most action-oriented scenes in their respective films.

There are loads of Old Hollywood actresses Asteroid City could have referenced, so why Kelly? Well, Rear Window is largely a tale about the voyeurism displayed by the charcater portrayed by Jimmy Stewart. In Rear Window, the audience becomes complicit in that voyeurism as well. Asteroid City utilizes the lateral camera movements and dollhouse set designs favored by Wes Anderson to convey a sense of voyeurism, especially when the characters portrayed by Johannson and Jason Schwartzman are gazing into each other's (side) windows.

In these scenes, a couple of other mid-century actresses are referenced. While Johannson's outfits are mostly Grace Kelly-inspired, her hair and makeup are more decidedly Elizabeth Taylor, especially with how the latter looks in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958).

Could this be a reference to the fact that the playwright charcater portrayed by Edward Norton in AC is heavily-patterned after real-life playwright Tennessee Williams who wrote Cat on a Hot Tin Roof? Is the pressured stream-of-consciousness dialogue that Anderson has been favoring lately imitating that of Tennessee Williams characters who are always bursting at the seams to reveal their hidden truths?

And finally, the last 50s actress I saw a reference to was also a bit of a downer. TW for self-harm/suicide.

Johansson portrays an actress in the film and often runs her scenes and lines with Jason Schwartzman's charcater. In one such scene, she is pantomiming overdosing in her bathtub. The most noticeable prop is a comically large bottle of Chanel No. 5 perfume placed on a stool nearby. Why is this relevant? Chanel No. 5 was the purpoted favorite of Marilyn Monroe (though some reports that her actual favorite was Floris Rose Geranium, but the cultural image we have of her today is tied closely to Chanel).

I'm still trying to wrap my head around this scene. It seems that the film at large is a satire of/homage to 1950s Hollywood. Maybe this scene was a parody of the glamorous tragedy of the era that we as a culture still fetishize. Maybe it's a critique on how cruel the voyeurism of audiences and filmmakers can be especially with films like Blonde (2022).

The character herself, an actress who is considered glamorous but also complicated to work with being brought out to a remote desert locale brings to mind Marilyn Monroe filming The Misfits (1961) in the northern Nevada desert.

All-in-all, I enjoyed this latest outing with Wes Anderson and really admired how much thought and precision was put in by the likes of Mileno Canonero. I know that there are probably a ton of other references and homages I didn't mention here, but these are just a few impressions based off of my initial viewing last night.

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justdontaskme · 2 years

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Stand By Me (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

A/N: Finally have the next part to this fic, which also happened to incorporate this request. Not entirely happy with it, but hope it was worth the wait!

Being back in Barcelona was a nice change of pace. It was a real roller coaster of emotions when you were in England. There was so much to be proud of to see the state of women’s soccer today. The energy in the host country of the Euros was invigorating, and seeing so many of your friends proudly representing their countries was a joy to watch.

But with that came the reminder that you and Alexia were missing out on your own national team appearances. Not being able to play was a huge downer, but the two of you leant on each other through the journey. Eventually, things started to change.

In all honesty, things have been rough between you and Alexia since the Spanish team’s exit from the competition and it continued to get worse throughout preseason training.

You didn’t blame your girlfriend for her frustrations surrounding her injury, but as you were there to support her, she was getting very testy. You didn’t know if her boredom was getting to her, or maybe she was jealous you were able to actually get back on the pitch.

Every day you’d come home from practice, attend to her, cook, and clean. Then fight with Alexia over the smallest things. It was almost as if you couldn’t do anything without annoying Alexia lately.

Most of the fights came from Alexia pushing herself too hard or teetering on her limits. You were always trying to get her reel back just a fraction, and she'd get upset and tell you to go away.

There were little arguments here and there, but nothing too bad. Luckily, you were able to escape for a few hours a day for preseason training with your club teammates. That time away seemed to help you keep your head on straight and keep the passive aggressive comments Alexia would send your way from getting to you.

However, things were starting to build, and you were sure they were going to reach a breaking point sooner or later. With preseason over and the regular season starting, things were starting to ramp up. You’d been cleared to play, now that your ankle injury had healed completely. It did bother you slightly that she hadn’t said much to you about your return, but you moved on from that to avoid any drama.

When you got back from training, you were drained, but kept up with the normal day-to-day routine. After preparing a late lunch for both you and Alexia, you set out to help her to the table. Alba had taken Alexia to physio and rehab for her knee today, so you could only bet she was just as exhausted as you.

The two of you ate mostly in silence. She only hummed in acknowledgement as you tried to update her on everyone’s form and upcoming plans. You got the feeling that she was trying to avoid all of this.

Eventually the two of you moved to the couch to relax. You had tried to sit next to her, so you could throw an arm over her shoulder, but she had shrugged you off. A little hurt, you scooted over to the other end of the couch. Alexia looked unaffected.

As the two of you were watching, she mentioned wanting something sweet, already halfway out of her seat.

"Let me get it for you," you said, quickly jumping up to help her.

"I can get it myself," she snapped.

"I'm just trying to help, Ale," you replied, shrinking away a little at her tone.

"Well maybe I don't need your help. You're always around and I literally have no space. Everywhere I turn you're there. Everytime I try to do anything, you do it for me. I'm not a child,” she ranted.

"I just don't want you to hurt yourself by pushing too hard. I know what you're going through," and that was apparently not what she wanted to hear because it set her off.

"No, no you don't!” she yelled, her head shaking back and forth. “I have to push myself because I need to get back on the field as soon as possible. My team needs me.”

“I understand that, but it won’t help anyone if your recovery gets pushed back due to strain,” you tried reasoning with her, your own frustrations starting to bubble through.

“That’s the thing, you don’t understand, Y/N! The U.S. qualified without you!" she shouted at you.

You recoiled at her words. The implications that you were so easily replaceable was hard to hear, especially from someone who usually championed you. While it was true that the United States won their qualifying tournament without too many problems, it hurt that she even suggested you were not needed.

Ever since your ankle injury a few months back, you had this nagging feeling that the last camp you had attended for the United States was your final one. The country was drowning in talent and as Alexia pointed out, you weren't exactly needed. You hadn't started since the World Cup and really felt like Vlatko was moving the team in a direction where you weren't a piece of the puzzle.

Each time a roster was about to drop lately, you would sit by anxiously, waiting for a call that wouldn’t come. But you tried not to let that hurt linger for long because you had to stay strong for your girlfriend, who was navigating unknown territory with her injury.

While your heart was cracking at her words, you chanced a look in her direction. She was looking anywhere but at you, but it didn’t look like she even realized the hurt she had inflicted.

That was your breaking point. You were here doing your best to help Alexia throughout her recovery. You'd been loving, caring, supportive, and most importantly patient.

Now, here she was throwing one of your biggest insecurities in your face. It hurt. You did your best to clear your throat, to stop any cries or hurtful words from escaping. With a shake of your head, you turned on your heels, grabbing your keys and wallet, and stormed out of the house.

The slamming of the door woke Alexia up from her anger-clouded mind. Her heavy breathing slowed, as she replayed the fight in her head. Seeing the house empty and finally processing what she had said had her crumbling as she fell back onto the couch.

Awful didn’t even begin to describe how she was feeling in the moment. Her eyes watered as she started to mentally reprimand herself for allowing things to get to this point. She knew things hadn’t been easy lately, but everytime she tried to fix it, her mind would pivot and shut down or attack you for no reason.

Alexia quickly sent out two texts to you. One saying she was sorry and another asking where you were going. With the phone on the table, she waited to hear back from you. She sat there all alone with her thoughts about how horrible she’d been to you.

It had been hours since you had left, and Alexia had yet to move from her spot on the couch since you walked out. She was beginning to worry as it was now pretty late into the night.

Rarely did you ever leave your phone unanswered, especially if she was trying to get a hold of you. But all of her phone calls had gone to voicemail and all her texts were read without a reply.

As her worry escalated, she started reaching out to your club teammates. None of them had heard from you or seen you since practice earlier that day. Alexia didn’t go into any details about the fight between the two of you, just asked if anyone knew where you were.

They all responded in the negative, and she nearly froze when they asked what was going on. She didn’t know what the team knew about your relationship. Whenever Alexia visited the team, whether it be training or gamedays, things seemed okay. Maybe a little strained, but nothing the team felt the need to worry about.

Running out of options, Alexia bit her lip and called the one person who would normally know about you. The only thing Alexia was scared of was the hell she would face when your best friend learned of what she had said to you.

"Hola," Leila answered the phone, her cheery demeanor as present as ever. When her greeting was met with silence, the brunette began to worry, “Ale?”

"Have you talked to Y/N?" she went straight to the point, as her worry for you was beginning to take over.

"I talked to her yesterday. Why? Is something the matter?" her voice a little higher as she realized something must be wrong.

Alexia broke down and spilled to Leila everything that had happened. All the arguing and passive aggressive comments that led to the blowout where you had now been missing for over six hours.

"Ale, I didn’t know things had gotten so bad between you two," the tone in which Leila said her name, made Alexia feel so guilty and ashamed. She knew that even though Leila had moved to Manchester, the two of you were still close and told each other everything. If Leila didn't know about your fights, Alexia would bet no one did.

The fact that you kept quiet about all this made her feel even worse. All you did was be understanding and patient and she had been nothing but terse and short.

It was no excuse, but the lack of football threw Alexia’s life out of balance, and she didn’t know how to handle it. Apparently, the only thing she could think of was to take it out on you. And now that she realized what she had been doing, she hated herself.

"What if she doesn't come back?" Alexia asked, her voice small and meek as her doubts plagued her mind.

"If you really have to ask if she's coming back, then you must not know her like I thought you did," Leila said, pausing to see if Alexia had something to add. "She loves you more than anything, Ale. She just needs time. If anyone knows what you’re going through, it’s her."

And just like that, Alexia was quickly reminded of how the last few years had been plagued with injury after injury. Always just barely managing to keep you off the pitch. It was never anything completely serious, but you were never one hundred percent, seeing less and less minutes in games.

Each training session and game was followed by lots of recovery and rehab. Your playing time had been managed carefully each time, your skill and experience still a huge asset to the team.

She then remembered how little fanfare you had received from her upon finally returning to the starting lineup. It was a huge step for you in your latest injury journey, and she was too busy moping around to celebrate your achievement properly.

“I am the worst girlfriend,” Alexia stated, facepalming herself for all the oversight in her relationship.

“After everything you just told me, I’m not going to argue with you on that,” Leila said, her tone only slightly joking. “Listen, Ale. I have to go soon. I texted her but she still hasn't responded and I don't know if she will. So please text me when you hear back from her."

"I will. I'm sorry, Leila."

"Save the apologies for Y/N,” Leila told her. “And just promise me that you'll do right by her. That girl doesn’t deserve this."

"Promise," Ale said, her determination to apologize and mend your relationship at an all time high.

"Okay, goodnight Ale. I really hope you can fix this."

“Me too,” Ale said in lieu of goodbye, already planning in her head what she wanted to say to you.

****

It was long after dark when you finally returned home. When you had stormed out earlier, you had no idea where you were going. There was no destination in mind. You wandered aimlessly, hopping on and off trains. You needed to get away and clear your head. And you think you did.

The lights were off, so you assumed that Alexia had retired to your shared bedroom for the night. As quietly as you could, you made your way into the kitchen, wanting to get some water before bed.

When you passed by the living room, you noticed a lump on the couch. Turning on the light, you found Alexia sound asleep. Knowing that it probably wasn’t the most comfortable place for her to sleep right now, you bent down to lift her, being mindful of her injured leg.

The rustling must have woken her up.

“Mi amor? Is that you?” Alexia sleepily asked, her eyes blinking as she tried to rid herself of sleep.

"I'm just moving you to the bed," you said, helping her to your shared bedroom slowly.

It was quiet as the two of you made your way over to the bed. Carefully, you lowered her until she was lying flat, her head hitting the pillow softly.

“Can we talk?” she whispered.

“Not tonight, Alexia. Get some sleep,” you told her, lifting the thin blanket to cover her body.

Before you could turn to flee the room, she grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks. “I’m sorry,” she tried desperately.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you tried to hold it all in. "Please, not tonight," you pleaded with her until she finally resigned and let you go.

Before you could leave, one of her hands went up to hold the side of your face, "I love you.”

"Goodnight,” you said, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. Without another word or even a look back, you left the room, making yourself comfortable on the bed in the spare room. There you were thrown into a long cycle of tossing back and forth, lucky if you were able to get a few hours of sleep in.

****

The next morning, Alexia was already in the kitchen when you woke up, a cup of coffee waiting for you. Her body was hunched over the table from where she sat until she heard you coming out of the spare room.

You shouldered your backpack, heading to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

Alexia stood there patiently, extending the freshly brewed cup to you as a peace offering. Her whole body relaxed as you grabbed it from her and took a sip.

"Can we talk now?" she asked, almost afraid of your answer.

A part of you was ready to skip practice and say yes. You had a lot of time to think yesterday and last night. And you thought you were going to be ready, but when you finally saw her face, you knew you needed a little more time.

"I have to get to training,” you responded, but immediately jumped in at her frown, “but after?"

She nodded sadly.

Not wanting her too down on herself, one hand tilted her chin up until she was looking at the soft smile on your face. "Thank you for my coffee," you pressed a kiss to the side of her head before walking out.

The gesture had its desired effect as Alexia felt a sense of hope. It made her feel a little lighter, but the feeling was short-lived as a wave of anxiety flooded through her. She was now afraid of messing things up again.

After practice you were exhausted, but you were determined to keep your word to Alexia. So, you trudged your way into the apartment, dropping your bag by the couch, and heading to your shared bedroom. You leant against the doorframe watching as Alexia fidgeted on the bed.

Knocking quietly, you get her attention. “Can I come in?”

Alexia nodded quickly, gesturing to the bed, which you took her up on. You sat in front of her, a good distance between the two of you, much more than there usually would be.

The silence was nearly unbearable. This wasn’t normal, and neither of you knew what to do or where to start.

“Where did you go last night?” she asked you, her voice barely above a whisper as she played with the bottom of her shirt.

“I was at Eli’s,” you admitted, really hoping she wasn’t upset at that. While you were close with her family, you never wanted to feel like you were overstepping a boundary.

“My mama?”

“Yeah, uh, is that okay?” you were nervous about her answer.

It never occurred to Alexia to ask her mom if she had heard from you. Alba, maybe, but not her mother. It didn’t bother her. It was more of a surprise. Deep down, she actually loved that you sought out her mother for comfort. It meant you saw her family as your own, which she always believed but it was nice to be reminded of.

“Why didn’t you tell me you went there?”

Her voice wasn’t accusing, but rubbed you the wrong way, “I just needed a minute away.”

“From me?”

“I don’t want to fight, Ale,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.

“I’m not trying to fight, mi amor,” she reached out to grab your hands, “I want to know.”

You sighed. You never intended to end up at Eli’s house, but when you did, the older woman had welcomed you with open arms. She had validated your feelings of frustration and hurt, and also expressed her disappointment in her daughter.

Throughout it all, she also managed to come off neutral, which made you feel safe to vent. Aside from maybe you and Alba, this woman probably knew you best, so she knew that her daughter couldn’t have been the easiest to deal with.

After your venting session, Eli had made sure you knew how much she appreciated everything you had been doing for her daughter. She made you feel valued and seen, and it was exactly what you needed.

“I needed someone to help me out of my head. Eli let me be me. I didn’t have to hide,” you confessed.

Alexia took a moment to ponder what you had just said. There was a lot said in what wasn’t said, and she picked up on it.

“I know I have been terrible to you,” she started to say, her words slow as if carefully chosen and thought out, “but I want to fix that. You’ve been so worried about me, that there hasn’t been any time for us to focus on you.”

“It’s okay,” you said, your initial reaction to avoid conflict jumping in.

“No, it’s not okay. I’m really sorry, mi amor,” her tone was genuine, “for everything. For how I have been acting, for what I said last night. I didn’t mean it.”

“What you said hurt a lot,” you admitted, pulling your hands away.

“I know, I know. And I’m sorry. I said things I knew would hurt you because I was hurting and angry with myself, and you didn’t deserve that,” she said, scooting closer until your legs were touching, but keeping her hands to herself. “You have always been one of the best people I know, and the U.S. national team would be lucky to have you.”

“Really?” you hated how much doubt had been plaguing your mind around your national career.

“Of course. Like I’ve always said, you will always be one of the best in my books,” Alexia took a risk as a hand went up to your face, cupping your cheek gently, “If the U.S. can’t see and appreciate your talent, then they are stupid and it’s their loss. Like I have been these last few weeks.”

“Thank you for saying that,” you said, slightly leaning into her touch.

“I mean it. I am so lucky to have you, and I will never take you for granted again. You are the love of my life,” Alexia said, her heart on her sleeve and her eyes boring into yours, “and I am going to remind you of this whenever I can.”

You nodded your head in acknowledgement.

“Will you take a nap with me?” you asked, letting her know that for now while things were not forgotten, she was forgiven.

Alexia answered by immediately falling into your open arms with so much relief.

“Te amo, mi amor,” Alexia stated, tilting her head up just enough to press soft, but reassuring kiss onto your awaiting lips. “Por siempre y para siempre.”

Even though there was still a lot of making up to do, both of you felt better at finally addressing the issue. There would always be ups and downs in your relationship, but you were both in it for the long haul. Together, you were two were stronger, and you would continue to walk in life next to one another, hand in hand.

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso x reader

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lizzzzzsimp · 1 year

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❤︎𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖❤︎

Part 1 part 2

Toxic Shoto Todoroki x femreader x Kirishima

Warnings: Angst, smut, jealousy, revenge, purposely jealousy, toxic Shoto, toxic relationship, not good smut, non consensual smut, angry sex, fake dating?, mistakes, depression, dougebag Shoto, charming Eijiro.(not proofread)

Notes: I told you shit would get real, make sure you've check out part one before you continue, hope you like kirishima! This part is a bit shorter then the other one soz, hopefully the next part is longer😅

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"𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈"

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Next day - Monday ~

I walked with Kirishima to class who wasn't the best chocie as I was avoiding Sero and Denki because I don't think I could talk to them after yesterday. Kiri was calm though, very thoughtful and kind, not to mention funny. I all ways loved spending time with Eijiro, it was a lot different then how other boys treat me, he reminded me of my best friend when I was younger. When we got to class Mina eyes lit up and she dragged me over to where Jiro was in the back of the class room, leaving Kirishima confused ase he walked over to Bakugo.

"I. Have. A. Great. Idea!" Mina squiled. "It's to early for this Mina..." Jiro tridly looked up at use. "Let's just get this over with.." I had to agree with Jiro, it was to early for one of Mina's 'master plans'. "You guys are such demmy downers, Anyways I know how to get Todoroki to stop ignoring you!" "Shoto hasn't been ignoring me" "you've been complaining about him ignoring you for 3 days, you even had a mentle break down about it when I tried to show you a new album I found" Jiro face could only be described as pissed. "OK so maybe I've been a bit down in the dumps lately" I said sheepishly. "A Bit! You had a mental break down in the common area because you heard Sero and Denki tell Todoroki to break up with you!" "How do you know about that!" "Denki couldn't keep his mouth shut"

Jiro was about to put her headphones back on when she asked "Why do you need me for your plan anyways?" "for moral support and if we need a back up plan, something like that" "ugh fine I'll listen" "Great! Now the plan:make Todoroki Jealous!" I could only give her a puzzled look. "it'll be easy just act all lovey dovey with Kirishima and then BAM a jealous Todoroki!" "Why Kirishima!?" "because you guys have the most chemistry~" Mina looked at me with a smug face as she wiggled her eyebrows, I hate when she wiggles her eyebrows. I couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks so I turned around to hide my face from the two girls.

"umm I heard my name?" I looked up to see Kirishima I front of me, a hand behind his head and a smirk that could make any girl blush. "Eijiro great! We need you for a plan" Mina informed him about the plan as I stared into his ruby eyes. "so all I have to do is act like I'm dating y/n like flirting and hand holding and shit" "uhum" Mina nodded "well I should always help someone in need, it's is the manly thing to do but that only if its OK with you y/n" he turned to look at me which caught me off guard "huh-Oh yeah I'm..fine...with it" Jiro gave me nudge, she must have noticed I was distracted but from that little performance who wouldn't. "well if you will Princess~" he offered his hand for me to take which I did, a small blush spreading across me cheek. We walked over to Bakugo hand in hand which he definitely noticed. "I- you know what I'm not gonna ask" "come on Bakubro, we were talking about a gaming tornument tonight in my room and I was just wondering if I could invite my Princess!" my bluch spread further "yeah invite who you want I don't care! God" Kirishima laughed at his freidns reaction and I smiled until I heard the classroom door open.

I looked over and noticed Shoto had just walked in with Sero shortly being him. It took him a while to notice Kirishima and I holding hands but when he did his reaction was priceless. He stiffened and stop in his traces, his eyes where noticble focused on our hands and his fist clenched. Sero had stop aswell, silencing himself due to confusion so he followed Shoto's eyes to mine and Kirishima had s interlocked. I could feel the smirk on Mina face and Jiro's little smile pleasently surprised at Mina successful plan. Kirishima tightened his grip on my hand making me look up at him, he himself had a soft smirk due to the success which caused me to smile widley enjoying this feeling of my friends joy.

In a matter of seconds the bell went off telling us to take our seats as school had started for the day. For the whole first period I could feel Shoto's stare daggers at me. Then we had training, I uaslly do it with Shoto but today Kirishima was my partner. Lunch came around fairly quick and I sat with Mina, Kiri and Bakugo which wasn't necessarily new as I usually sit with them or Shoto. Last lesson of the day and Shoto was glaring at me and then I was walking to the dorms with Kirishima in hand.

"You know today was pretty fun, I would doing it again if that alright with you Princess~" I had only slight gotten use to the nickname but I still had a soft blush on my face. "I would like that" I slowly snuggled up to his arm, something I only did with Shoto on cold days. Kirishima stop walking and turned to look at me, he lifted a hand under my chime making me face him, "I want you to know that if you don't get Todoroki to stop ignoring you then we and keep going until he does, ok?" a small smile spread across my face "thanks" "anything for you, Now to the dorms, I'm getting hungry" just on cue Kiri's stomach grumbled which made me giggle.

Two days later - Thursday ~

Me and Kirishima have been acting all lovey dovey and not one new reaction out of Shoto, I was beyond pissed. I flopped down on the couch next to Eijiro due to frustrate, "what's wrong Princess?". "Your little act not working on your Boyfriend" Bakugo interrupted, "yeah...." as much as I hated his tone he was right. "well guess we'll just have to amp up our act, there party tonight at 1-B's dorm and Sero said he was tacking Todoroki there to 'cool off', it might be the final push we need to get him to stop Pebble~" I looked up to him, eyes filled with the same determination as his. "well Bakubro want to come with us" we both steared at Bakugo who was sitting on another couch, he look conflicted but then settled on an answer "fine, but Only because I want to see icyhot explode".

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We all meet ate the front door, Bakugo and Kirishima both had similar outfits, jeans, t-shirt and trainers. I on the other hand had a skirt, trainer with fish nets and a cropped graphic tee(or whatever you want idc). "wow you are killing it y/n, umm where are you guys going anyways" Mina has found us near the door. "we where going to the party at 1-B!" Kiri look proud as he new Mina would catch on, which she did and gave us an knowing smirk "well you guys enjoy~" and with that we left.

I walked in with Kiri, hand in hand and Bakugo trialling behind. The loud music, bright lights and the amount of people chatting consumed my senses which made Kirishima's grip on my hand tieten as to not lose me. We spend most our time chatting with people from 1-B (mostly Tetsutetsu) and drinking until some mentioned Seven Minutes In Heaven. Bakugo had retreat to the kitchen upon hearing this while I slowly tugged Kirishima toward the small group that had former in the middle of the common area.

Kirishima and I had both added a small trinket into a beanie that was being based around along with everyone else. After a couple rounds later it was my turn to pick something from the beanie, I searched around for a while till I felt something cold and I grabbed it. On closer inspection it was a metal shark key chain, "that's mine.." I look up to see Kirishima take the key chain out my hand and lead me to a near by closet. "What are the chances" I added which made Kiri chuckle as he ooend the closest door and let me through.

Before I could take a step in a cold hand grabbed my wrist, "we need to talk". I didn't need to turn around to know who that was but I did anyways. Behind me was Shoto Todoroki and he was pissed. "I need to talk to you" he repeated, much more stern. Kirishima lean back against the door and nodded slightly as if he was allowing Shoto to drag me away, which he did. He dragged me all the ways to his room in the 1-A dorms ignoring my reluctant wines, pushing me in and locking the door.

"What. The. Fuck. Do You Think Your Doing?!" his voice raised due to anger. "Nothing, I was just playing seven minutes in heaven with my friend, it not like we were gonna do anything" I put on my best innocent voice, to give him a taste of his own medicine. I could see the anger bubble in his eyes as I sat down on the edge of his bed. "Fuck You!" I tired to put on a shocked face but it just looked really fake. "You've been acting like a bitch this whole week! whoring you self out to any man, wearing those skimpy outfits and... Worst of all... You've practical been throwing yourself onto Kirishima like you're some little slut" I'll admit, this shocked me, actually shocked me. Never before has Shoto been this vulgar when describing someone, let alone me! Shoto had approached me, both hands on either side of my body, face right next to mine, lips grazing over my ear "it's like you asking for a punishment~".

He started to kiss down my neck, sucking and leaving his marks in the process. "You never wore those outfits when you where out with me" I could barely make out what he was saying as he had murmured it against my neck. "You never asked-" "And Kirishima Did!" he moved to look me straight in the eyes "No! I was-" "Then What The Fuck!" he started pushing me down onto the bed and slowly climbed on top. "You just wanted other men's attention, didn't you?" a small fire lit inside me, a need to fight back, "it's not like you gave me any" it sounded more pathetic then I indedent. "You know I gave you the option more then once in the last week, but no just because we where having a argument you didn't want to" his hands started to remove my clothes as he trailed more kisses down my body. "only cause you weren't-uhhm-weren't taking it seriously" trying to conceal my moans came to a fail as one escaped mid sentence.

Shoto's smirk spread wide across his face, his finger only grazed across my pussy for a second. As much as I want to just talk to Shoto about the argument my body betrayed me as moans escaped and cunt trembled "such a slut~, I bet Kirishima enjoyed this" "we didnt-" a moan escaped as Shoto's long finger entered me. "I bet he loved your moans, the way you squished him, the way your cunt drippled down onto him" "Shoto please!" I just really wanted him to shut up, all these lies where making me feel uncomfortable. He removed his finger but quickly replaced them with his cock "I bet he loved the taste of you" Shoto licked his finger before he began to thrust in and out.

"Talking about people who would enjoy this-" tears started to form due to pleasure "-I bet Harumi would love to be in your place~" I wasn't expecting that, my facial expression went from pleasure to shock in a matter of seconds however Shoto hadn't noticed. He continued to thrust without mercy. "Shot-o... S-top!" my tears of pleasure where replaced with tears of sadness as my mind spiraled into a state of despair. "I can just imagine her pretty pussy clench around me~" "plea-se Shoto sto-p!" "we've only just be-gan though baby~" either he couldn't tell I wasn't enjoying this or he didn't care, either way made my tears double.

When we both caught our realise the room went silent, no moans, no bed creackes, no skin-on-skin, just the sound of our breathless pants. Shoto had gone to get a wash cloth to clean up whilst I tried to regain composer. Whilst he was cleaning up I think he noticed how my tears hadn't stopped, a tinged of regret flashed over his eyes but before he could say anything I regained enough strength to leave. I sat up and grabbed the nearest shirt which happen to be Shoto's, it was big enough to act like a dress on me. When I was done buttoning it up enough I started to leave his room, wabbling and bumping into things as I left.

Luckly for me no one was in the halls as I made my way down to my room. When I got close enough to my bed my whole body crashed on me and i flopped onto my mattress and cozy blankets. My dreams where filled with 'what if' senarious which I could have only considered as a nightmare.

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i-write-hurt-not-comfort · 1 year

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good evening, diabolik lovers fandom. today i would like to talk about kou and his history of drug use again, because i found something interesting while digging around some Romanian history.

content warning under the cut for discussions of the Romanian orphan crisis and, of course, drugs/addiction.

so we all know how kou used drugs as a kid, right? yeah, if you forgot, here's our two canon confirmations.

the first is from kou's MB manga prequel, and the second is from ruki's lost eden maniac prologue, as translated by @dialovers-translations.

as highlighted by the translator, it's highly likely that what kou/ruki are discussing is related to drugs, being distributed around the orphanages in the Romanian orphan crisis. if you're not familiar with this and the conditions in such orphanages, i suggest reading the wikipedia article briefly.

at one point in this article, it's mentioned that especially in the late 1980s/early 1990s, a substance known as "aurolac" was being distributed and abused both on the street and within these orphanages. the emergence of aurolac as a substance of abuse is highlighted in this article as beginning in the 1980s.

aurolac is a type of paint used specifically by Romanian orphans as an inhalant to produce a high - euphoric, a buzz, etc, though with serious health consequences attached. you can read more about this here and here. though these articles are more recently, the use of aurolac does date back to around the time the mukami's would've been around these streets/orphanages.

solvent abuse isn't exactly rare and is quite common even in the western world, particularly with teenagers due to ease of accessibility and whatnot. i think it's interesting that this aurolac is almost certainly what kou is using, especially when it looks like he's being handed a sniffing bag in this panel.

it's also interesting that children underground, a documentary regarding this issue from early 2000s, shows that aurolac can be addictive and often children/adults using it can be very stuck in this cycle.

this is probably what ruki is referring to when he says people ruined themselves with it. and kou saying he'll only use a little... my baby, that's not how it goes. it's not that easy.

seriously, i love the fact ruki probably stopped kou from spiralling into drug addiction. but with all that aside, i think it's interesting that rejet was onto something with this. maybe it's my dumb drugs fascinated brain but i'm super excited to finally know what drug kou was probably using as a kid.

how does this relate to kou as an adult, you ask? wow that's such a great question. let me talk about it real quick.

obviously given the trauma which kou endured (sexual and physical abuse) it's no surprise whatsoever he sought out substances to deal with that. aurolac is described to have a numbing feeling, and well...

i'd always headcanoned kou as using uppers like cocaine and mdma, but if he was using aurolac as a kid, maybe he'd be seeking out downers more so. heroin addict kou is staring at me right now. maybe i was onto something with that.

anyway, i hope someone else found this anywhere near as interesting as i did. if you have any further questions PLEASE ask me.

#diabolik lovers #kou mukami #// drugs #i hope someone sees me in the tag and thinks goddammit she's talking about kou and drugs again #rejet handed me a character who canonically abused drugs as a kid and I'm making everybody else's problem #yes i'm going to write a fic about this

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Ohh enthir is one of your babygirls? Please tell us more! I'm oddly attached to that bastard

Uh oh, my secrets. My deep dark secrets.

So, I accidentally developed A Thing for Enthir during the process of writing "Liminal Bridges", in which he's just an overall prank-playing, smooth-talking, blackmailing bastard man.

But then I decided "Haha, y'know what would be fun? Writing some smut! I bet he's a horny guy." And the person I ship with him the most at the moment is Urag (because uptight grump/chaotic prankster, hello wonderful dynamic). So the spirit overtook me and I slammed out some smut in a fit of passion, only to reach the end of it and realize "WOW Enthir has serious issues and this is depressing as hell...." Smut ended on a total downer note and now I just want to write a slowburn between the two of them and get my little claws into that man's brain. With what time, you may ask? Exactly my problem.

Anyways, I'll include some Enthir snippets from Liminal Bridges below the cut, both the published stuff and some unpublished stuff:

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As it turned out, Enthir was only half-helping decorate. He dumped the snowberries on a table on the opposite side of the hall, earning a sour look from Nirya as she began to incorporate them into the table setting. He beckoned for Talvas to follow him back out of the hall, sauntering unhurriedly down the left wing of the college.

“Are you one of the scholars?” Talvas asked, falling into step beside him.

“Not really.”

“Oh.” The way he said it made Talvas think he wasn’t really a student, either. Now he was too afraid to ask. “So, what did you need help with?”

“Gathering some ingredients.” He looked up at Talvas with a grin. “I want to pull a little prank on Urag. All in good fun, of course.”

A pang of nervousness soured Talvas’ gut. He immediately regretted offering his help. “You won’t… hurt him, will you?”

“Of course not!” Enthir barked. “Urag is a good friend. He’s also…” He made a vague hand gesture. “A tight-ass.” He stopped abruptly in front of a narrow door, fiddling with a set of keys hooked to his belt. “I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“He seems more scary than anything,” Talvas admitted, feeling guilty for saying so.

Enthir let out a gravelly laugh. “He’d like you to think he’s scary. Truth is, he’s got a real soft underbelly.” He pulled a long slender key from the ring, sliding it into the lock with a satisfied sight. “Alchemy supply closet, if you were wondering.” He turned the key and Talvas heard the tumblers click into place.

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“Well, well, well… Young Master Fathryon,” came a familiar, gravelly voice. “Did you lose your way?”

Talvas’s blood turned to ice.

Standing in the archway of the stairwell, wearing a thick coat and a shit-eating grin was none other than Enthir.

“I believe that’s… Miss Maryon’s room, isn’t it?” he said.

“What are you doing here?” Talvas fired back, his voice quivering. “It’s a bit late, isn’t it?”

“Well, I live here,” Enthir replied, speaking slowly as if Talvas were simple. “Just up there.” He pointed up the stairs. “And as for the hour, I’m returning from an activity that I assume you were also partaking in.” He grinned. “Except I wasn’t with a student.”

“Please,” Talvas whispered. The panic was back, threatening to consume him from the inside out. “Please don’t tell anyone. It was a mistake.”

“Hmm, that’s an awfully avoidable mistake.” Enthir shrugged. “But don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone…” He turned, as if preparing to walk away, but then paused, looking over his shoulder with a casual lift of his brow. “If you agree to do something for me.”

Talvas’s jaw flapped open and closed for a moment, his voice stolen by disbelief. “Are you… blackmailing me?”

“Heavens no!” Enthir barked, and Talvas flinched. The mer wasn’t exactly being quiet. “It’s just a little errand.” He smiled and his face looked rather like that of a toad in the harsh light of the magicka font. “But it’s late, or… early. And you don’t look so good. Meet me in town tomorrow at the Frozen Hearth Inn. Dinner time. We can talk there.” He offered a dramatic bow before fully turning to stroll up the stairs. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Master Fathryon.”

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Talvas wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but as Enthir lit the wall sconces with a wave of his hand, the room he found himself in was not at all remarkable. It contained a few bookshelves crammed with mismatched books, journals, and loose leafs of paper bound haphazardly in twine. There were at least six trunks of varying sizes that he could count, all elaborately locked and warded. In the center of the room sat a sturdy wooden desk littered with scrolls and journals, a single chair on one side, two on the other.

“Please, have a seat,” Enthir said, motioning to one of the two chairs. He rounded the desk and began to clear away some of the clutter.

“What is this place?” Talvas asked as he lowered himself into the chair.

“My office.”

“Why is it at the inn and not at the college?”

Enthir paused mid-tidy to give him a withering look. “I can’t tell if you’re playing dumb, or if you really are that stupid.”

Talvas prickled, pinning Enthir with his most indignant scowl.

“Oh, Mother Mara, you were serious.” Enthir let out a tremendous sigh, stepping over to one of the packed bookshelves to shove more contents onto its overcrowded shelves. “Even before our lovely new Arch-Mage came along, I’ve guarded my work from prying eyes. My colleagues and I have an understanding as to my role at the college. But still, one can never be too careful. And, as the expression goes, never shit where you eat.”

“I’m not familiar with that expression.”

“Of course you’re not.” Enthir returned to the desk and sat down, folding his hands pleasantly in front of him. “Please, eat. Before it gets cold.”

“Just tell me what you want from me and let’s get this over with.”

“Eat,” Enthir said again, and it somehow managed to sound like a threat.

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Anyways, I'll probably post that smut eventually, but for now I'm just passing around a google doc between friends like it's a middle school notebook.

Thanks for indulging me!

#topsy's asks #topsy writes #enthir #skyrim fanfiction #talvas fathryon

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tau1tvec · 1 year

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hey, maybe you have some advice..but how do you make your gameplay pictures so beautiful? The colours, your sims faces don't look awkward even if they aren't posed, the interior/setting always matches the vibe. Your game looks so so beautiful! Every time I'm playing for fun and take screenshots I feel good. But then I see all those posts on my dash and begin to feel bad about my own.. I want to make my game look magical too. You inspire me to play the game again, every one of your posts is so magical to me and also captures the beauty of gameplay itself. Sorry if this is too much/confusing

Okay, I’m gonna use this ask as an opportunity to be real with you, and anyone else who’s reading who also needs to hear this.

I know it’s common for everyone who’s asked this to be like, “oh no nonny, don’t do that, don’t compare your stuff to other ppl’s stuff, you’re fine the way you are,” and that’s all well meaning and sweet, but sadly this is the real world and society sucks. ✨

Despite how good it is to hear that what and how you do things shouldn’t matter, it doesn’t change the fact that social media doesn’t really care about that, and isn’t built around that mindset. In general, not comparing yourself or your work to others is incredibly difficult to do. Even I do it occasionally, impenetrable self-esteem isn’t a thing, it’s something that’s fragile and easily broken, sometimes without our ever even knowing until it’s too late. So I realized the best way to look at it, is to remove some of the negativity from it.

Controversial take, as a creative, comparing your work to others doesn’t always have to be a downer experience… it can be good, and enlightening even. The great thing about consuming media is that it can do so much for us, the appreciator, like bring us joy, bring us sadness, start a conversation, or stir inspiration, that last bit especially.

Lean into those inspirations, and no I don’t just mean other sims content. Rewatch your favorite old movies, replay your favorite old games, start a Pinterest board, go through some old family photos, create a Spotify playlist that transports you somewhere you’d rather be. Examine them, study them, focus on the colors, the lighting, the textures, there’s formulas in all kinds of media, even your mom’s old Polaroids, aim to create your own.

Learning is a never-ending journey. You can never learn enough about anything. There are so many tutorials on YouTube, and hell, even on here, if you feel like you’ve got somewhere you can improve, don’t be ashamed to do so, and change is good, bc the great thing about change is that you can do it again, and again, and that’s totally okay. Don’t be set in your ways when it comes to content creativity, it’s too beautiful a hobby for there to be any one way to be.

I think the one reason why I love Simblr so much over all other sims communities, is bc everyone here does things their own way, and everyone ( at least I hope ) appreciates each other for that. This adds variety to my dash, and makes it all the more enjoyable to look at. My game looks the way it does bc that’s how I see it in my head. I’m heavily influenced by Hayao Miyazaki, Guillermo del Torro, and old 90’s movies. I lean into the bright colors, I lean into the ideal big kitchen, I lean into the excessive neon lights, and I lean into the cringe dialogue, bc that’s what brings me joy, and that’s what brings me nostalgia.

The Sims itself brings me joy and nostalgia too, and that’s why first and foremost I enjoy playing it, lol, everything else… having a space online to share it with others who also enjoy playing it is just an added bonus.

Now as for the funky faces, there are mods out there that minimize the awkward grin, whether they still work idk tho.

You can also try putting a little more space between the bottom of your sim’s nose and their top lip, it might look weird in CAS, but this will help avoid a lot of the wonkiness from the over-exaggerated smiles in-game.

Learning to love sims for all their quirks, bad animations, and goofiness is also a good tip. 😆

#asks #anon #sorry this is long #help

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