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sinsandsweetness · 8 months

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“consequences” - part 4 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)

part 1, 2, and 3

pairing- (Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content, age gap, smut, needy + desperate reader, sneaky sex, almost getting caught, unprotected p in v, light choking, mutual pining, cream pie, poorly proofread. wc 3.9k

notes- i know this took forever, so thank you all for the patience. i rewrote this like three or four times because i just wasn’t as happy with it as i am with the first three parts. i’m pretty happy with it now but I feel it isn’t as playful as the first three. regardless, please tell me what you think:) comments and reblogs are always incredibly appreciated and your feedback means a lot to me <3 enjoy!

3 weeks.

That’s how long it took you to break him. Since that day up in your room, during the barbecue. When he was insistent on showing you how much better he could take care of you than anyone else could. 3 weeks from then is when you finally broke him. And who’d have thought it’d be in your own home, with your dad passed out on the main floor. Unaware of the downright filth happening upstairs in your bedroom. Filth that if he ever found out, would send him into cardiac arrest. Though you’re always careful, and to you, the risk is definitely worth the reward.

But it’s not like you haven’t had a couple close calls. Stolen kisses and flirty glances can’t go unnoticed forever. Your father hasn’t ever said anything. Even when he can see Rick’s hands on your waist, lingering a minute too long. Or the way you always sit right next to him. Pressed up as close as humanly possible. Practically in his lap. Well... sometimes actually in his lap. Your father’s not stupid. But, he’s also not exactly the most confrontational man. And he’s never actually caught you. There’s been no real confirmation of his suspicions. Until today that is.

After a long day of work at your dads construction site, Rick arrives at your house before any of the others. Freshly showered with a case of beer. It’s just you and him in the kitchen. Making small talk as he tries to pretend there isn’t a band of tension pulling the two of you closer and closer with every meaningless question.

“Didn’t know you were coming over,” you say, chopping up some vegetables on a cutting board. Glancing up at Rick who can’t seem to look you in the eyes. Distracted by the tiny little outfit you have on. A skirt, despite the brisk weather. A tight, fitted long sleeve that’s pushing your breasts together in the most enticing way possible. No bra. Clearly. And then there’s the best part. The part he keeps glancing down at while licking his lips and taking in a deep breath. Your thigh highs. White knit thigh high socks that make him want to pin you up against the counter and fuck you then and there.

“I uh- your dad told us to come for some drinks,” he looks up at you again, this time you’re leaning against the island, brushing your hands together to dry them off.

“So… where’s my dad then?” You ask, stepping even closer to the man. Too close, you realize at the hitch of his breath.

It’s been a really long 3 weeks.

“Uh- I imagine he got sidetracked. I know Maggie was looking for him. Probably caught up in conversation.”

“And Shane? Daryl?”

“On their way.”

“Hmm.” You hum. You’re right in front of him now. You can smell his cologne and the shampoo he uses. Damp curls forming at the base of his neck. Casual black jeans on, and a simple grey tee shirt. He places the case of beer right next to you on the counter, stepping in close so he’s pressed up against you. Trapped between his warm body and the cool marble.

You stay like that for a moment. Both of your minds going back to the night last week that you snuck out. To what happened in that truck. But more importantly what didn’t happen. What you’ve been praying would happen for weeks.

Finally he leans in, pressing a sweet little kiss to the corner of your lips before dipping lower. Breathing in your perfume.

“Missed you,” he admits into your neck. The warmth of his breath sends little pinpricks down your arms.

You breath in a quiet gasp when he kisses your neck. Warm, soft lips making their way down to your collarbone. His hands on either side of your waist, planting you against the counter.

God, you want him so bad it hurts.

Your hand goes to the back of his neck, pulling him up so his lips are forced against yours. Kissing him with the same fervor and necessity that had been building all month. Since that very first kiss in your dads garage. Since that day at the barbecue when Rick took you upstairs and showed you how much better he is at making your legs shake than Shane. Since the pool party, the day you were a complete tease and they all knew it. When Rick decided to take you down to the pool shed and teach you a lesson. You had no idea fingers could even feel that good. But Rick’s do. Everything Rick does, feels good to you.

And then, there was the night last week. The one that both of you have been thinking about every hour since.

You’d snuck out your bedroom window just to see him. To go for a drive and park on the side of the road. You kissed him til your lips were swollen and your panties were soaking through.

You know he’s wanted you from the very start. When he first met your dad and started coming over. Well before you’d ever kissed him. Showed interest in him. But that night, it hit him. How much he wants you to himself. How much he loves being alone with you. Just you. But no matter how tempted he may have seemed, he still refused to break the agreement. He still wouldn’t fuck you.

Yet.

“Rick-“ you gasp against his lips as he pulls you up onto the counter, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Skirt riding up to expose your lacy panties. You can feel him against you. How badly he wants you. How hard he is for you. How hard he’s been every night since the night you snuck out to see him. Touching himself to the thought of you, wishing he’d just fucked you then, on the side of the highway in the dead of night. Just you and him and the stars acting as the only witnesses to your risky little love affair.

“Want you,” you say against his lips, his hand starting to gently wrap around the front of your throat. His other arm pulls you in by the waist so you’re completely flush with his chest.

“Want you so bad,”

But before he can mumble a response into your mouth, both of you hear the garage door open. You both freeze. Eyes going wide, you slide off the counter, immediately pulling your skirt back to an appropriate length. Rick rubs a hand over his face, turning the other direction. Giving you a moment of privacy to get yourself situated and to deal with the tent in the front of his jeans.

Your father walks in first.

You can't even look at him. Blush so very apparent on your pretty face as you look down at the cutting board, pretending to be occupied with the assortment of vegetables. Daryl and Shane head straight for the fridge. Only giving you a smirk of acknowledgment as their gaze is darting in between you and Rick.

Your father notices. The way you won’t look him in the eye. The way Rick is nervously running a hand through his hair and how his eyes keep darting over to you. He sees it. He’s not stupid. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t say anything. He just stalks over and slaps Rick on the back with a, “thanks man, really needed this after the week we’ve had.”

Rick nods in agreement, taking a sip of the bottle your father just handed him. Rick looks over at you. Something unspoken behind his eyes that you can’t quite make out. Yeah, it’s been a long week indeed.

You don’t stay downstairs long. When Shane and your father start getting all loud and rowdy in the living room, the empty bottles of their fifth beers being knocked over onto the hardwood as their play fight begins, that’s when you decide to head upstairs with a quick wave, “g’night.” Rick is the only one who catches it. Nodding back at you as you climbed the stairs. Watching you sway your hips with every step. Skirt so short that the bottom of your ass cheeks are on full display.

You try sleeping. But every time you close your eyes you see Rick. That night in his truck. Straddling his waist and unbuckling his belt. The way he kissed you so deep. Filled with so much lust. So much need. You’d never felt that before. And even though he told you exactly how bad he wanted you, he didn’t have to. You could feel it. With every touch. Every kiss. That’s why it surprised you when you tried to go all the way and he still wanted to stop you.

“Not like this. I can’t- I'm… we’re not doin’ it like this.”

“Why?” You were out of breath, still trying at his belt but his hand came down to stop you, firmly calling your name. Grabbing your full attention to his stormy blues.

“We’re on the side of the road for christs sake. It should be- fuck. We should be at home in a real bed. Not sneaking around in some beater pickup in the middle of nowhere-”

“Rick-”

“No.”

“This is perfect.” You tried to assure him.

He sighed and pulled your forehead against his, catching your lips before mumbling, “You’re perfect.”

“I want this. I want you.”

“I know. And you have no idea how badly I want this too. But I can’t. I just- we can’t.”

He still made you come. Regardless of the fact that he wouldn’t fuck you. He wasn’t going to let you go home without a proper orgasm.

But you needed more. Needed him.

And now, laying in bed, reliving the scene in your head with your hands trailing down to your panties, you’re soaking right through. Your stomach doing backflips at the memory of his hands roaming your body in the dark.

With a frustrated groan, you sit up. Fuck. A cold shower is what you really need.

You get up and open your bedroom door, immediately met with the sight of Rick on the top step of the stairs. He’s got his index pressed to his lips when he sees you. Telling you to be quiet. Hush.

He’s smiling behind his hand. Dropping it as he reaches your bedroom door. He brings his arm up to the doorway, leaning on it. Other hand sporting a half empty bottle of beer. You wonder how many he’s had.

“They’re all passed out on the couch aren’t they?” You ask, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway. Arms only inches from his chest.

“How’d you guess?”

“Well… it’s quiet, for one,” you turn around and head to your bed, sitting down and waiting for him to follow.

He does.

“And two… you’re here.” You say.

“I am.”

He sits down. A quiet moment passes and he takes another swig of beer before placing the bottle on your nightstand.

“Y’know, if you really don’t wanna sleep with me, you should probably stop inviting yourself into my bedroom. It’s sending some pretty mixed signals.”

He chuckles at your comment. “Mixed signals huh?” His hand goes to your leg, tracing the band of your thigh highs. You’re no longer wearing your skirt. Just panties, socks and an ex-boyfriend's baggy tee shirt.

“Yeah,”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing about you, sweetheart,” his hand makes its way up your thigh. His palm is rough against your smooth skin, the attention sending a jolt straight between your legs.

“How so?”

“Shane? Daryl?” He says it like it’s obvious. You fooling around with the other best friends.

“That’s different.” You look up at him now, the tiniest scowl on your face.

“How so?” His tone is soft but it’s clear he’s mocking you.

You open your mouth to respond but something stops you. Deep breath. You’re looking at his lips now. And he knows it.

“I wanted you, y’know. They’re fun and all but…“ you swallow. You need Rick. From the very start it’s been pretty obvious that you like him best. Always sitting next to him, as close as you can get. There’s just something different about Rick. The way he makes you feel. The way he was so quick to claim you. How he’s possessive and attentive and so insanely infatuated by you. It’s just… different. You can’t explain it.

“But what?” His nose is nearly touching yours at this point. One hand on your thigh and the other one reaching for your face. Thumb running across your jaw as you lean in.

You’re voice is quiet when you finally speak.

“I want you.”

He lips graze yours and you have a feeling that he heard you this time. Like, really fucking heard you. Not just the words leaving your mouth, but everything else that you’re trying to say. The way your heart is beating fast and you’re breathing is all shallowed. How he can see every nervous little tic that goes through you as he leans in to kiss you.

So he gives in. Reluctantly of course. If asking, “you sure about this?,” while peeling your panties down your legs is considered reluctant. Or worriedly whispering that “we could get caught,” while tossing your shirt across the room and leaning down to suckle at your breasts, nipping and sucking a few little love bites where no one else will see but him. Because that’s so very reluctant of him.

His hands are wrapped around your waist as he kisses down your stomach. Soft lips making their way down between your legs, propping one of your legs up and kissing your inner thigh. He takes his time, biting your leg and dragging his teeth down your sensitive skin. The action makes you whine, hands going straight to his curls.

“Rick just- c’mon,”

“Why don’t you just lay back and look pretty, huh?”

“Rick-” you’re on fire. Need pulsing through your bloodstream with every touch. His hands are holding your hips to the mattress, preventing them from squirming around. The featherlight kisses he’s peppering over your clit are bordering on the side of torture. You know he’s just trying to take his time. To savour the feeling and drag it on. Make it last and make it special. But he doesn’t realize how badly you need him to push your knees to your chest and fuck you til you’re a moaning mess.

“Rick.” You tug on his hair, trying to get him to just fuck you already. You’ve been waiting over a month for this. And judging by the arousal dripping onto your pink, cotton sheets, you definitely don’t need the foreplay.

“Maybe you’d get what you want if you used your manners a little more. Ever thought of that?” He looks up at you. And despite his words, he follows the hand urging him to come up and kiss your lips. To replace his shoulders with his hips in between your legs.

“Please,” you breath out. If manners is all he wants, then you’re a lucky girl. You’d tell him whatever he wants to hear if it mean he’ll fuck you. “Please, please, just fuck me, just-”

“God, you’re such a brat,” he cuts you off with a kiss, you’re legs instinctively wrapping around his clothed torso. And the feeling of his denim against your bare clit isn’t helping your incredibly desperate situation.

You reach for his belt mid kiss and you can tell that his instincts are telling him to stop you. To tell you that you’re dad’s downstairs and that it’s wrong. But with his forehead pressed against yours, warm breath fanning over your lips he dips down to kiss your neck. He doesn’t stop you. He lets you unbuckle his belt and push his jeans down, enough to reach his cock, standing tall and eager. You tug on his tee shirt and he helps you take it off, throwing it onto the pile of both your clothes building on your floor. You pull him in close with your legs, knitted socks all soft against his bare back, almost locking him into place. Your hands are on his jaw, pulling him in as you bite his bottom lip, gently dragging it out and earning a groan. At the same time, he lines himself up with your aching cunt. He enters you slowly with a muffled moan. A gasp leaves your lips at the stretch. He’s much bigger than anyone you’ve been with. In length and in girth.

Once every thick inch is completely inside of you, he can tell that you need a minute. Your breath is caught in your throat as you adjust to his size.

Well, no going back now.

“You okay?” He asks in between kisses. Keeping his hips still as you get used to the feeling.

You nod, “Just- go slow, ok?”

You can’t help the moan that’s crawling up your throat when he does as you say. Slow, intentional movements in and out. Fuck he’s big. But fuck, does it ever feel good.

“You feel so good,” you tell him. You need to tell him. To let him know how much you love it. How much you needed it. Needed him. “Please don’t ever stop.”

His breathing is heavy. Pushing down the groans and sounds you so desperately wish he would let you hear. He’s trying so hard not to come. You’re so wet. So warm. So tight around his cock and so fucking pretty laying there underneath him. Moaning all sorts of praise.

“You’re so big,”

“Rick, yes.”

“Right there, please.”

“Feels so good,”

And your words add fuel to the fire burning inside of him. The way you’re holding onto his neck, legs locked behind his back. Lips parted in the long awaited bliss of being filled right up. Taking him so well. And he makes sure to tell you it, too.

“That’s it, baby. Doin’ so good,” he kisses you again, “taking me so well.”

There’s a lot of hands. Grabbing at arms, necks, hair, faces. Whatever either of you can reach as he snaps his hips against yours. He’s done going slow. His pace is making your back arch off the bed and guttural, almost pornographic noises start to pour from your lips. Swollen and rosy and constantly catching his with every opportunity.

“Shhhh-“ Rick brings a hand up to your face. Forehead still pressed agains yours as he covers your mouth. “Gonna wake em’ up if you keep making so much noise.”

That’s not the only reason he needs you to shut up. It’s true, but it’s not the only reason.

He can’t take it. Well, at least he doesn’t think he can.

When he pulls out, your eyes go wide. No. Don’t stop. Why the hell is he stopping?

“What- oh.” your head falls back to the pillow at the feeling of his tongue on your clit. His fingers already knuckle deep and curling upwards to hit your sweet spot. Those fucking sounds you’re making are driving him crazy. But at least he knows he can last a little longer this way. Maybe make you come before he fucks you again. A little less pressure to perform when you’re already dumb from his fingers. From his tongue. From the way he’s sucking on your clit and pushing up on your thigh, fingers driving into you so hard you could scream.

You have to cover your own mouth. You know you’re being too noisy. And you also know the last thing either of you want is for your father to wake up to the sound of his daughter getting finger fucked by his best friend. By his friend who’s at least 15 years older than you. The one he’s been suspicious of for a few weeks now, over analyzing the way he looks at you. The way he listens to you. The way he brings you up and asks what you’re up to. All of it. And then earlier. The flushed faces of guilt and embarrassment when he got home in the middle of your moment.

You don’t need any kind of interruption. Anything that might put off the thing you’ve been pining for so badly for so long. But you definitely don’t need the interruption to come hurling up the stairs, drunk and careless and ready to fight.

So you bite your lip til it bleeds. A hot wave of pleasure erupts from your core, and spreads through you like a wildfire. Fuck. Those damn fingers.

Before you can even catch your breath, while your muscles are still twitching from your orgasm, his forearms find their way to either side of your face and he pushes inside of you once again.

“Ohmygod,”

You’re soaking. Both of you can hear it. The sounds of your slick, wet cunt perfectly taking every single thrust. So wet. And all for him.

“Ohmygod,” you repeat, nails raking down his back as he lifts your leg over his shoulder, deepening the angle to something otherworldly. Heaven or paradise or whatever utopia you can think up, couldn’t even compare. Not to this. Not to him. The way his cock kisses your cervix with every snap of his hips. The way his hands are roaming over your body. Trying to touch every square inch he can. The way he’s whispering all that dirty praise, telling you how good you feel. How wet you are for him. How fucking perfect you are. For him. The way he kisses the leg propped up on his shoulder, leaning back to admire what a mess he’s made out of his best friends daughter. So pretty and perfect. All flushed and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat coating your chest. Eyes glossed over in complete and utter ecstasy.

Nothing can compare.

“Rick, I- I-” your voice keeps catching in your throat.

“What? What is it?”

“Rick I- uh,” Ricks thumb runs over your bottom lip, dragging it out.

“I’m gonna come.” Your voice is hushed but your words don’t go unnoticed. Your grip tightens on his shoulders as his long fingers make their way down your body, pushing down on your lower stomach. It’s an intense pressure, sweet and comforting and so fucking enraptured that it brings tears to your eyes.

“God, you’re so pretty. Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock. ” He coaxes it out of you. Sultry moans leave your lips as you both reach your climax. Locking your leg around his waist as he fills you with his seed. Dipping down to press a passionate kiss to your mouth. Tongue tracing your own as his hips stutter to a stop. Heavy breathing with your chests pressed together. Thigh muscles straining from the angle but you can’t find it in you to care. Too overwhelmed by such an incredible high.

He whispers your name against your lips.

“Yeah?” You’re out of breath, doe eyes glancing up at him like he’s some kind of god.

“You are so fucking perfect.”

You know that while he means it, it’s not what he really wants to say. As if it might scare you off if he speaks the truth. If he tells you what he’s really thinking. It won’t. But he doesn’t know that.

Slowly, he pulls out of you. You can’t help but wince at the loss of contact. Leaned back on his knees, Rick tucks himself back into his jeans, forgetting all about his belt at the hypnotic sight of his cum dripping out of you. Both of you too caught up in the moment to think about a condom. And too blissed out now to find it in yourselves to care. His fingers trace through the warm liquid. You find yourself flinching at the sensitivity when he brushes over your clit.

“I’ll uh- I’ll grab a washcloth. Just- stay here, ok?”

You smile up at him. So predictably sweet and caring and clearly starting to overthink as he comes down from his high. Mind racing with “what if’s” and the overwhelming fear that you might regret it. Regret him.

But you don’t.

“Wait,” you grab his arm as he starts to stand up, heading for the bathroom to clean you up. To take care of you.

“Can we go again?”

A flash of surprise and then a wave of relief washes over his face as he sits back down.

“Jesus, kid.” He smiles and settles back in between your legs.

Right where he belongs.

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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MILES MORALES 1610 (girlfriend day headcanons !)

he would definitely have set multiple reminders for that day, be it on his alarm or calendar (or both) and even though he'd remind himself of this day multiple times in the past, he still can't get rid of the anxiety and excitement of showing you just how much he appreciates you on that day :D

he'd've made several greetings in advanced, many of which were rejects and deleted, some of which were accidentally deleted and he had to retype all over again 😭

like how he was during your monthsary, he'd have stayed up all night trying to get the right words he wants to say across, but ultimately, he gets sidetracked and releases all his thoughts out through his sketches.

he listens to a playlist you two made together, and i like to think that he took his favorite lines from the songs you like the most and pieced together a message from there :>

weirdly enough, on the day itself, he acted quite low-key. he carried his sketch book with him everywhere you two went, though, and you caught him in the corner of your eye doodling or sketching something but you never got to see what it was.

though when the day was ending, miles wanted to take you out to dinner, with him paying, of course. you were a little confused because his signals were kinda mixed, but of course you went anyway.

you still watched miles draw on his sketch book the whole time, looking up at you every now and then with a big grin on his face and a hint of being flustered in his eyes and smile.

you wanted to know just what exactly your boyfriend's been up to, why he's been acting so quiet and isolated when he promised you he had a big surprise today.

and so, miles hands you his sketch book with a massive smile as you took it, thinking he was just drawing you on a whole page like he did for you before, but it turns out... this whole sketch book was dedicated to you. this was a sketch book miles kept from you for a whole year, you never noticed it was a different one, one he always meant to dedicate to you on this very day.

"i hope you're surprised... if not, well, it's okay. you know, i always find reasons to fall for you and just stop sketching for a second to admire every detail about you." he says as he glances over at you with a shy grin on his face. he chuckles a little to himself and plays around with a stray fry on his plate as he wonders whether this surprise was good enough or would even be memorable to you. "sounds cheesy, a little over the top, but i... i really wanted to show you just how much i pay attention to you, not just because i'm your boyfriend or i'm just naturally observant..." he remarked with a slight laugh as he gently placed his hand on top of yours. "...but it's because i love and want to love every bit of you as if i was falling for you all over again for the first time. will you... will you let me?"

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heartsteel-heartbeats · 5 months

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fellow kayn appreciator hi!!!! love how you write him :D could i please request platonic headcanons or like. general thoughts on how kayn would be as a friend to a gn!reader? whether they're also a performer or not is up to you but specifically they'd have met before kayn joined heartsteel. thank you and i hope life treats you kindly!! 💕

Platonic Kayn HCs

Reader is a performer, Pre-Heartsteel

(( I don’t think you guys actually know what you do to me whenever you compliment the way I write Kayn it has me doing the Markiplier “yippee! wahoo!! yeeee!!” )) ~ OBBY 💗

Being friends with Kayn includes lots of text messages from him. Sometimes you two text each other for hours, other times he has to run cause he’s busy. If you text him before he does after he says he has to do something, you’ll probably be speaking to Rhaast. There’s a 50/50 chance that he’ll stay and chat for a while or he’ll say he can’t chat cause he’s still working.

Sometimes he doesn’t get back to you for a few days. If you’re lucky, he’ll message you within hours. If it is taking him a few days, there’s a good chance you may need to check up on him. Sometimes he loses himself when he’s too focused on working.

On some nights, you two video call on Discord while you’re both working. You may or may not end up getting sidetracked by playing a video game together. FPS, horror, or survival horror. So games like Left 4 Dead, Dying Light, Lethal Company, and even Halo are up there. As long as there’s co-op, you’ll be playing. Sometimes, one of you will share your screen so the other can watch. Games like The Mortuary Assistant, Resident Evil, Alien: Isolation, and Outlast are pretty good.

Going to each other’s concerts isn’t always a guarantee, but both of you try. Not to mention, the paparazzi will be annoying to deal with once people start to realize one of you is at the other’s concert.

Kayn’s not against introducing you to Akali. There’s a good chance she’s heard of you and probably listens to some of your works, so it’s a win. And so, you, Kayn, and Akali are all in a group chat where you just kinda laugh at some hate comments each of you get. It’s especially funny when the thread just keeps going with people arguing. It’s very tempting to go and leave a comment in the argument just to see how it’d go, especially since Kayn would actually try to get you and Akali to say something. Luckily neither of you actually did it. Imagine the articles and posts on social media that would be made about it…

Since this is before Kayn joined Heartsteel, Kayn does sometimes send you some of his works. You know, the ones that were never made public. He knows you accept both him and Rhaast, so think of it as his appreciation for it. Sometimes Rhaast sends ones that Kayn didn’t send yet, but in return, he wants a sneak peek at one of your own.

On that topic, you’ve kept up to date with what his old band has been up to, both before and after he was no longer a part of it. It wasn’t on purpose, it just shows up on your recommended time to time. There was some discourse, and then after Kayn was no longer there, things seemed to take a bit of a turn for the worst for both him and the band. The band was struggling and Kayn’s reputation crashed. Him not releasing his songs to the public didn’t help, but he had his reasons for that. You were in no position to pry, so all you can really do is continue supporting him.

The idea for a collab was always up there even if you’re running solo or not, but it never actually happens because Kayn and Rhaast always have drafts piled up. Rhaast just thinks it’d be pretty fun to do. But seriously, they do need to finish up their own works. A collab is the last thing he needs to add to his list right now.

Sometimes invites you to liven up an alley he found, or a wall in an abandoned building. If you have an idea for his idea, say it. He knows if you’ve got something in mind anyway, so it’d be better to just say it because he’d pester you about it. You’ll probably even notice he brings a little sketchbook sometimes. Also, those spray paints were totally not Akali’s. If you have paint as well, he’ll be taking those too. If you find some missing, you know who to interrogate. Don’t expect him to admit it though.

If you’re the one inviting him, he doesn’t mind if he just watches or pitches in an idea or two. Knowing him, he won’t always just sit and watch. He also doesn’t want you holding back on your artistic ability, so please, go all out and experiment if you have to. Not giving it your all, especially in front of him, is almost insulting to him.

Do you guys get caught? Maybe sometimes. The chase is always fun though. Well, maybe not all the time, but you can still look back at the memory and laugh a bit.

Kayn has one or two of your songs in his little private playlist. Will he ever tell you? Nope.

Sometimes the media goes overboard with your relationship with him. It’d be nice to debunk all of their theories and speculations, but Kayn insisted you let them go at it cause it’s funny. Admittedly, it was. Every small thing was “a hint.” There are some that take some “signs” differently and start wars between both of your fans. Still rather entertaining, but it did feel more concerning. Some fans can be pretty crazy. Usually, those little wars fix themselves within a few weeks if you’re lucky. Maybe months.

If it does come to it, Kayn won’t stop you from posting something in response to hopefully calm things down. Hell, he might even make a post himself. His wording might be a bit aggressive though.

#heartsteel #obby’s scripts!#i feel like some of this is suggesting they like each other 🧍#also sorry if it’s kinda shorter than how much i usually type #league of legends #league of legends heartsteel #heartsteel kayn #lol kayn #shieda kayn #kayn x reader #kayn #league of legends x reader #league of legends rhaast #rhaast

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semisolidmind · 1 year

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what made bad end wukong fall in love with the reader?

she wasn't scared of him.

at least, not at first.

so i imagine that reader (who gets isekaid to ancient china with no memory of her past life) meets the monkeys back when they're still just funny lil troublemakers, fighting the celestial realm and causing mischief. perhaps one day, wukong is bored and decides to disguise himself as a normal monkey to mess with some village folk. knowing they'd all just run in fear from the monkey king, being a normal monkey gives him some leeway to get into more mischief with fewer consequences. macaque, ever his loyal shadow, goes along with him.

oddly enough, macaque meets her first.

perhaps he got more than he bargained for while stealing and got attacked by a dog whilst in normal monkey form. he (literally) runs into reader, who's returning from foraging in the forest. she saves him, much to his chagrin, picking him up and shooing away the dog. not wanting to ruin his cover, macaque keeps up his disguise. she'll just...bandage him up and let him go, and that'll be the end of it, right?

she takes him back to the house of the moderately wealthy family she's staying with (she's sorta a maid servant to pay for her lodging), setting him down gently on the small table in her quarters while she goes to get her medical supplies. he helps himself to some of the fruit from her basket while he waits. she comes back with strips of cloth and a bowl of water, along with some medicinal salves.

she speaks to him in gentle tones to coax him into coming closer, and macaque, who even in this form heals quickly, uses magic to slow his healing process. he's curious about what she'll do. whenever he flinches or spooks (playing the part of a scared monkey), she waits for him to come back to her, gently encouraging him and never raising her voice (which he appreciates immensely).

macaque, touch-starved nerd that he is, doesn't push her away. he realizes how easily he could just...turn back into his true form and scare her, ending this whole charade, but...he doesn't really want to. she's being very gentle with him, and he's enjoying it (not that he'll ever say it).

reader, once she's finished, scratches him softly, praising him for being a good patient. after that, she allows him to take more fruit, opens the door that leads out into the forest, and waves him goodbye as he goes. when macaque gets back to wukong, he...leaves some parts of his little sidetrack out. no need to bring trouble to her door when all she did was help him.

he continues to visit her in his normal monkey form, showing up when the family is away and hanging around reader while she does her chores. she talks to him, lets him climb on her shoulders, and feeds him whenever he visits. macaque is enjoying the attention, and soaks in the calm atmosphere that's often lacking on flower fruit mountain. he begins seriously considering revealing himself as a demon, if only to stop having to disguise himself.

macaque's dissapearances are interesting enough to get wukong's attention. where is his second-in-command going? what could be so interesting that he'd forgo pillaging and troublemaking?

wukong transforms into a fly to follow macaque. he's a bit confused when he arrives at the house, but quickly catches on when he sees a monkey that can only be macaque sitting with a young woman as she repairs a basket. oho, so his second has a crush, does he? that's hilarious! wukong takes a guess at what happened that day at the market during the time he and macaque split up. he wouldn't normally care if macaque wanted to hang around with a human, but this one seems interesting (if only because she seems so...average).

soooo, why not play this game too?

"Oh, hello there," reader says. "Are you this one's friend? Heard about the free food, I bet."

wukong shifts into the form of a normal monkey, playing the part and approaching cautiously, curiously. he sees macaque freeze at the sight of him, and he smirks. he isn't sure why mac wanted to keep this girl a secret, but he's gonna find out.

so, he jumps up on the porch beside reader. she greets him kindly.

"Yeah," wukong and macaque think simultaneously. "Something like that."

the evening goes fairly well considering. though macaque attempts to put himself between reader and wukong every chance he gets, the king makes an effort to get in his way whenever he can. he pretends at being another adorable, playful monkey; hanging off her shoulder, weaving in between her feet as she walks, stealing food...

yet she never gets angry at him, and that catches his attention. wukong's being annoying and terrible, and reader is taking everything in stride. she's more patient than he expected.

"Hah! I think I'm starting to get it." he laughs to himself.

meanwhile, macaque hasn't stopped glaring daggers at him the entire evening.

the monkeys leave later that night, sent off with a wave by reader. the monkey king confronts his general as they travel through the forest.

"So. When were you planning on telling me about her?" his tone seems casual, but there's a sinister undertone that immediately puts macaque on edge.

"Didn't think you'd care, to be honest," he attempts to keep his tone cool, but it's too late. wukong has already seen right through him.

macaque doesn't immediately share his friend's laughter. if he shows his true self to reader, he wants it to be on his terms, in a way that won't terrify her. he doesn't want to give up her company just because wukong wants a laugh.

"Y'know, I'm starting to like her," wukong muses.

"Maybe next time we can transform back and scare her." he cackles. "That'll be funny, won't it? See how she feels about having the Monkey King and his right hand man over for dinner!"

"Sure," macaque chuckles, attempting to hide his nervousness. he starts to plan on how he'll reveal himself, and how to do so without wukong's interference.

—

the next time he visits reader, she's sitting at her table having dinner. macaque watches from the treeline, wreathed in shadows. he left while wukong was having a meeting with some of the other generals, hoping that it'd buy him enough time to explain the situation to reader before wukong could notice him missing.

he isn't sure what the best way of approaching her would be. if he goes up to her now, as a demon, she might be scared and try to run. if he goes as a monkey and then turns into a demon before her eyes, the same. she's only ever known him as her little companion though, he reasons, so he may have to lead with that and hope she understands.

macaque prays that this isn't the end of their companionship.

he transforms into the monkey that reader recognizes, jumping out onto the porch and in through the open doorway. when he goes up to her, reader greets him kindly, as she always does.

"Hello there," she says. "I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been? Not getting into too much trouble, I hope?"

'You have no idea.' macaque thinks. he allows her to gently scratch him under his ears, leaning into it. he'd like to stay like this, but...he has to let her know.

so he backs away until he has enough space, takes a deep breath, and allows his form to change. he hears reader gasp softly as he grows and shifts, his clothing appearing as well. when he's finished, he raises his gaze to reader.

she's taken aback, pressed against the wall and staring at him with wide eyes. her breaths come a little quicker.

but she hasn't screamed. hasn't thrown her dishes at him or called for help. no, she just seems a bit stunned. perhaps she thinks he'll attack her if she moves.

he supposes he should introduce himself.

"My name is Macaque. The Six-Eared Macaque, to be precise." he sighs. he hangs his head slightly, closing his eyes.

"I apologize for tricking you, but after you helped me that day at the market I simply wanted to know more about you. I've come to value your company and hope that my true nature does not change your opinion of me." he finishes, raising his eyes and letting out a breath. he can feel heat in his cheeks, and he hopes his manners will cover how nervous he is.

reader says nothing for a moment. she's having a hard time processing, but she supposes she shouldn't be too surprised. demons disguise themselves in order to get close to humans all the time. she can only hope her little friend doesn't have a gruesome fate planned for her.

"I–" she stutters. "I suppose I should fix another plate, huh? Or do you prefer fruit in this form as well?"

a tense moment of silence passes.

and macaque can't help the laugh that bubbles forth.

this woman might be the death of him, he thinks.

"I wouldn't mind a plate, honestly," macaque says fondly through his laughter. "You have questions, I'm sure. I'll...I'll do my best to answer what I can."

the two spend a few hours talking. macaque tells reader about flower fruit mountain, keeping the true nature of his family and fellow soldiers vague. as much as he'd like to tell her everything, it'd only put her in danger. he especially can't tell her the truth about–

"Aw, you told her without me? And you didn't invite me to dinner? I'm hurt, bud."

macaque freezes. he and reader turn to look at the figure emerging from the darkness of the treeline, whose loose posture and languidly sweeping tail can't hide the menacing aura radiating off him. even reader can sense she's in the presence of something powerful, though the approaching demon has forgone his armor in favor of simple clothing. macaque notices that he'd hidden his tell-tale facial markings as well.

"I thought we agreed we'd tell her together?" the new demon muses as he steps into the room. he plops himself down at the end of the table, putting himself between reader and macaque.

"It's really not fair. You didn't even introduce me! Your best friend and brother! And here I thought you knew better," the ginger-haired monkey admonishes, sending a teasing look in macaque's direction. his dark haired companion glares back silently.

the way his king's personality brightens doesn't fool him for a moment.

"Who is–" reader starts.

"My name is Wukong!" he says jovially, taking her hands in his. "It's nice to be able to actually talk to you now! And here I was worried my brother's careless reveal would make you afraid. It's good to see that's not the case!"

reader takes a moment before the realization sets in. she can tell by macaque's tense posture and mannerisms that it'd be best if she treads lightly here.

"Are...Are you the monkey from last time? Would you like some dinner as well?"

Wukong smiles and nods. "Yes, yes I am! I'm glad you remember me. And I'd love to join you for dinner! Has brother told you about our home yet?"

—

macaque spends the rest of the evening walking on eggshells, waiting for the moment he'll have to jump in to save reader. but that moment never comes. wukong is acting like the perfect guest. he's being even more polite than when his fellow demon sovereigns visit, and they actually have power.

that's saying nothing of how utterly charming the monkey king is being, macaque thinks bitterly. he's been cracking jokes and flirting with reader, and it's working on getting her guard down. macaque is kicking himself for not mentioning how two-faced his "brother" can be earlier.

however...wukong hasn't shown any signs of annoyance or impatience. aside from a smug look whenever he gets reader to laugh, he hasn't given macaque any signal to drop the good guy act.

is he...is the monkey king not planning on hurting or scaring her? but...no. no, he must have some angle he's playing at. he's gotta be waiting for something, but what? for reader to say the wrong thing? for her to show some sign of "disrespect" that he can punish her for? why does wukong keep playing the respectful dinner guest after everything he's hinted at doing?

it's only after macaque really looks over at wukong does he get his answer.

the monkey king is listening intently to a story reader is telling, smiling softly and leaning toward her. his tail curls slowly, contentedly behind him. his eyes are focused entirely on reader, and macaque can see how dilated his pupils are as he watches her speak.

...what?

macaque can't believe it. there's no way.

does...does sun wukong have a crush?

his fear is confirmed when the king makes a comment on reader's story, making her laugh. wukong's smile, still horribly gentle, widens and his fur puffs up a little in happiness.

macaque feels dread pool in his stomach.

his dear mortal friend is in more danger than he thought.

#bad end wukong #this is the longest thing ive written in a while #i wanted to show how calm this setup was at the beginning #jttw macaque x reader #jttw sun wukong x reader

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Hi! I saw you're doing Shazam requests and wanted to request smth with Billy Batson. Reader absent-mindedly calls him a pet name for the 1st time and how he would react to it while reader is just being casual about it after being told about what they just called him. tysm and have a nice day!

‘Mind passing me the remote babe? I wanna see if there’s anything good on so that we can watch for later tonight.’

Billy was just about to hand you the remote when he froze in place, his mind asphyxiated on the term of endearment you’ve called him just now. Maybe you had accidentally mistaken his name for babe? Sure it was a stupid thought process but surly you weren’t referring to him that way…were you? It was silly to think that such a word had him doing mental gymnastics but considering how long it took for him to find his place within the family and only having recently just accepted Rosa as his mother. Billy was still fairly new when it came to receiving love and even newer in echoing that love back.

So much so that even when faced with being called an term of endearment, Billy was practically a deer in headlights, unable to do anything due to his inexperience with the sort of thing. It didn’t make him uncomfortable per day, it just made him a loss for words in what would be deemed the appropriate response without him coming across as though he hated it; which he didn’t but then again Billy wasn’t certain how to process his emotions half of the time, so needless to say the boy was feeling a little lost within the accumulated chaos of every little thing going off within himself all at once that it was near enough impossible to make heads or tails of it.

‘Babe? You sure you didn’t mean to say Billy but just got sidetracked to babe…somehow?’ Billy cringed at how stupid he sounded as it squeaked and croaked out of sheer awkwardness but you could only see this as Billy being his adorable self. ‘No, I made no mistake in calling you babe,’ you told him blatantly, ‘but unless you find being called any sort of pet name not your thing then just say so and I’ll stop. Your comfortability shouldn’t take the backseat just because of it, you’re thoughts on certain things matter Billy and I don’t want to put you in situations that only enforce that feeling of uncomfortableness.’ You added.

‘No!’ Billy says, a little louder then normal, before making a secondary attempt in conveying how he felt. ‘I mean no, I don’t mind you calling me that, that’s not my issue, I just wanted to make sure I heard you right instead of assuming.’ He admits, ‘If anything I find it really nice, it gives me a sense of belonging, you know…with you. It gives me a sense of relief, a reminder that at the end of the day, I’m yours and that you made a home in your heart just for me.’ He chuckles, feeling a little bit self conscious, ‘how cheesy is that? To know you’ve got such a hold on me that you’ve become a home i never could’ve dream of having.’

With your heart heavy and hurting for him for everything he has endured, you reached a hand to grasp his own tightly as you could to reassure him that you were very much real, and not the figment of his vivid imagination that he believed you to be in response to his deep desire for companionship. ‘That’s not cheesy at all Billy,’ you stated, ‘in fact it’s beautiful that you think that way but if anyone should be appreciative of the other, it should be me because you have a beautiful soul Billy, one that has bared witness to many a wrongdoing against it and yet remains unchanged by it all.’

You moved to press a comforting kiss to his cheek, feeling the best of his skin against your lips. ‘Sure it’s a little hardened on the edges but, to me, that’s only made it even more beautiful and I’m just glad I get to be the one to love it unconditionally.’ Billy heaved a heavy and uneven sigh as he brushes something from the corner of his eyes with the back of his free hand, looking to you with a sense of vulnerability, ‘thank you, for loving me.’ He whispered. ‘Loving you comes as easy to me as as breathing, baby.’ You whispered back, resting your head against his shoulder.

#dc imagine #dc imagines #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fic #dc fanfic #Shazam imagine #Shazam imagines #Shazam x reader #Shazam x you #Shazam fic #Shazam fanfiction #Billy batson imagine #Billy batson imagines #Billy batson x reader #Billy batson x you #Billy batson fic #Billy batson fanfic

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blockgamepirate · 2 years

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Rewatching MCC1 with the context of what came before it really makes me gain such a new appreciation for the event.

So for context, I have this plan to rewatch all of Techno’s Minecraft competitions, which I kinda started out of order with MC Ultimate but now I’ve actually gone back to try and watch them in chronological order.

I finished rewatching all of Techno’s Minecraft Mondays (and some individual weeks from other people’s POVs too) and I got kind of sidetracked out of curiosity and even checked out the first week of Minecraft Saturdays, which I had heard people talking about many many times as the improved replacement for Minecraft Monday but that I’d never watched before. (Nestor’s winning POV was great, every other POV I watched was extremely meh).

(I also knew that Techno had watched MCS and hadn’t been impressed and honestly was kinda rude about how bluntly he expressed his disinterest in joining the event despite being personally invited to participate by the main organiser, so I wanted to see for myself if it was called for. I still think he was pretty rude about it, but it’s not like he was wrong.)

Anyway, for the sake of completionism, I’m also of course watching Phil’s POV of MCC1, even though Techno isn’t even in it except for the very end when they sneak him into the call.

And I just gotta say, the start of the event is SO fun to watch because at first you can TELL that at least three of the people on the team are kind of tired of Minecraft competitions and how disappointing they keep turning out and they seem so bored with the whole idea that I’m not even entirely sure why they bothered to show up for this one. Phil was JUST in a Minecraft Saturday the literal day before this where he quit mid-event and just went back to playing hardcore for the rest of the stream. I think they might just be here to like hang out with each other tbh. The stream starts with zero hype for the actual event, they’re all just hanging out and memeing and barely paying attention.

And when the countdown starts they’re immediately just SO put off by the ding sound and like dreading having to listen to it for one and a half minutes and you can just hear them all bracing for another annoying event with a lot of annoying nonsense they’ll have to deal with that at least they can make fun of for content. I mean Phil was hyping up the Noxcrew the whole time, talking about how Terra Swoop Force is the best thing ever, but even he seems a bit like “oh no”.

And then the music starts.

And then the sun goes down.

And the laser show begins.

And you can FEEL the whole team internally going “oh“

Just the sudden realisation of wait this event is gonna AWESOME actually what the fuck??

Like after ALL the cheap ass scuffed shit in MCM, and MCS having an extremely rocky start, and both of those events frankly just not having any kind of sense of presentation or fanfare to match the level of hype that they were trying to evoke, basically having the same level of showmanship as your average Hypixel lobby on an average day...

For this obscure event that was barely advertised, that most of the streamers themselves only heard about as they were invited to it, that had no hype going in, for it to go THIS HARD on the sheer spectacle, out of nowhere...

It’s just a great thing to watch.

There’s just no comparison, frankly. MCC is just infinitely cooler than any of the events that came before it. Or after it, to be honest.

We take so much for granted nowadays.

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▲ Subway to Stardew - Ingo 10-Heart Event ▲

This plays after getting at least 10 hearts with Ingo and entering the Railroad after 7PM.

We made a few assets for this event! You can see the uncropped abandoned junction + stargazing maps and full Jirachi visual below! There's also some commentary on the process of making this event under the read-more!

Ingo’s 10-heart event was really fun to put together! And quite the process as well.

It really was! The idea of a stargazing date with Ingo was actually one of the first few event ideas we came up with... but it only really existed in imagery. We knew we wanted to have Ingo and the farmer stargaze atop an abandoned train car, but we weren't quite confident in how the event would play out exactly until quite recently (I actually only got the inspiration on how to finish it about 3 days ago! It sat partially done up until the Bidoof scene for a few months!).

During the idea phase, we were stumped on what to do for a 10-hearted event. Now I’m not the best when it comes to writing romance or dating scripts so when we came up with a stargazing event idea…. Let's say…. The draft sat dormant for about a week or two and I went off to write the other heart events or help with asset creating in between.

It underwent a lot of revisions after the draft was made, the original didn't even have Emmet come in at all! I didn't get the idea to make Emmet eavesdrop (super obviously intruding as per the manga) during Ingo's date until after I finished Ingo's 8-heart event. Ingo's 8-heart event was originally quite bare-bones itself, consisting of just a confession that you could either accept or reject and ends with a single line about getting teased by Emmet and Elesa (which is mostly there to write around the idea of dating both twins at the same time... it would be too hard to implement... in this mod they both have no idea how the other feels and their overall lack of communication comes into play in the 6-heart events). I wanted the idea of a library confession to be a little more interesting and specific to Ingo, so I decided to let him get blackmailed by the kids out of his sweet tooth. From there, I wanted to show exactly why Ingo would want to keep his love life a secret from Emmet for as long as possible- he's a menace. Station Stewardess Kade's area of expertise is angst so the original draft focused more on the stress of work... we ended up having more than enough events regarding that and how hard it is for the twins in the valley, so I tried my best to steer it more towards the cheesy romance that the vanilla 10 heart events tend to focus on. After everything, I thought Ingo needed some fluff and time to just enjoy himself with the person he loves while being himself at full-steam (along with Emmet... this is the first event where his engine is at full capacity for his usual antics). Ingo still does have a tendency to talk about his job, but I tried to change things to have him infodump about his interests (trains, Pokémon, and battling!) to show that- despite the challenges on the tracks ahead of him- he does truly enjoy his line of work!

Which helped spark many ideas! Especially with the telling of Jirachi! (I loved Pokémon and The Wish Maker)

Ingo is dedicated to his profession as a Battle Facility Head because he has an interest in Pokémon. We wanted to lean into how ideal he would be if he were tasked with spreading his knowledge in a land where Pokémon relations aren't commonplace. His memory would be great for kickstarting the creation of a Pokédex... Anyways! He really does appreciate the vastness of space and tends to become sidetracked. I was hoping to convey that during his infodump on Jirachi!

Jirachi itself was drawn by me (Station Stewardess Kade) while the background, clean-up, and amazing pixel shading were done by Station Steward Thylak! This is one of my favorite parts of this event! And they truly brought Jirachi to life that I would never be able to do. (Background-wise.. and pixel art-wise.)

Thank you to Station Stewardess Kade for drawing them! The drafts were really fun to see and polish up!! I've become more confident in my shading and pixel art because of this project!

So here are some early drafts of Jirachi and my poor first attempt at this pixel art. As well as a sketch draft of trying to visualize the event.

I ended up making the farmer leaning on Ingo visual into a map! It was originally going to be a visual like Jirachi's, but a whole event with two frames for all of Ingo's infodumping wouldn't be very immersive... It would be hard to add in things like the usual 10-heart event kisses and animations. They were originally going to sit and look up at the stars but..... farmer animations are finicky. The game does not like making the farmer sit in events if not from the side... even then, I can't do anything about the shadows not being in the right place. If I try to add in any other sitting frames for the farmer, they turn into a bowling pin.

The original Jirachi drawings were actually too big for a Stardew map so I had to resize them using the dimensions of Sebastian's mountain scene as a reference (I didn't realize that his 10-heart event has special handling that forces the camera to be zoomed out at the max setting to properly frame the entire map until it was too late... Oh well! I'm happy with the pan effect I added to counter that!). The final background/Millennium Comet takes inspiration from the comet in Maru's event!

Funny enough while Jirachi was currently being drawn, Pokémas had just recently released the Tate and Liza Sync Pair event - Twin Stars Far Apart (I got Tate and Jirachi as a Sync Pair pull!)

It was a fun coincidence! We wanted this event to be fluffy with a tinge of bittersweetness/impending doom from alluding to Ingo getting sent to Hisui in the future... Jirachi didn't relate to that much but then Pokémas decided to split another pair of twins apart!

Now we have also made a custom map! I made the area map while Thylak did any cleanup and adjustments, and also did the custom map for the actual stargazing bit. It was my first time using Tiled! Below are some of the map processes.

Kade is really good at planning out map layouts! I was surprised at how quickly she learned how to use Tiled! The bush that the Bidoof disappears into was added on a whim. It was originally going to disappear into the bush to the right but... I got impatient waiting for it to walk all the way over there. Our events are long enough already.

We have some events in mind, that will have assets just like this - we truly want to put in the work and effort for this mod, there’s only so much story you can tell when using plain vanilla maps. This is honestly one of my favorite events I have worked on with Thylak, and I’m excited about what else is in store! (*Gives big hug to Thylak*)

I'm really happy with how this event turned out too! Thank you to Kade for coming up with the ideas and scripts for me to polish! You do so much!! The other events may take a while to finish as we need to make more maps and assets, but we hope you like seeing them! We don't quite have a script or know how Emmet's events will play out yet exactly, but they should be fun if Ingo's event process is anything to go by!

We also want everyone to know (this was brought up and mentioned in the Tumblr comments of the last Ingo Heart event we posted)

We are aware that not everyone will want to date the twins in this mod! The main focus of the mod is to rebuild the railroad but to also enjoy the characters that are Ingo and Emmet through both Canon and some Fanon interpretations! Even though we are following the basic Stardew Valley format when it comes to villagers (Bachelors and Bachelorettes) we plan to after the first initial release of the mod make a Platonic Relationship version! Many of the heart events will have to be redone during that time! (Ingo mostly… Emmet is easy to do)

Yes... I had a more clear idea of how Emmet's heart progression would go when starting to make this mod (he's slow to trust people and is iffy on the farmer until 6-hearts in but then gets verrrry attached to his best friend) but weren't quite sure what a particularly meaningful friendship with Ingo would go. Since we were referencing the vanilla Stardew Valley events/heart progressions for Ingo, his development is more romantic in nature. When we do create full-platonic routes for the twins, Ingo's progression will need a complete overhaul while Emmet will only need changes from 8-hearts onwards.

We truly want this mod to be enjoyable for those of you who don’t want to date or are uncomfortable with the notion of dating a fictional character (Myself and Thylak are okay with this since we created OCs/Self Inserts and we create and share stories with each other, during our time working on the mod)

We do know a lot of people project onto submas and would prefer there to be platonic options when playing their heart progressions! Even without that, I feel like a platonic route for Ingo is much needed since playing with the intent to romance Emmet alone is a bit awkward at the moment (I personally don't have much of a choice since I need to code and debug all of the events anyways, but I still feel bad betraying Emmet! He doesn't like sharing!).

The focus is actually the story of Ingo and Emmet being in Stardew Valley. And that can be told either through the Dating Route or the future Platonic Route.

If anyone has any ideas or input regarding how they would want a Platonic Route with Ingo to go, please feel free to share them with us! We have... no idea how that will play out just yet.

For now, though we have the basic Stardew Dating Vanilla format, and on the future track’s ahead a Platonic Relationship format.

With all that said, we look forward to sharing more about the mod. I hope you enjoy the process breakdown.

Thank you for reading! We hope you enjoy what we're conducting!

- ▷ Station Steward Thylak and ◁ Station Stewardess Kade

#submas #pokemon #stardew valley #sdv mods #Ingo #Emmet #Nobori #Kudari #subway to stardew #subway to stardew terminal station #events #station steward shenanigans

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ad0rebrial · 1 month

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I just really loved your Ashley Campbell date thing, and might I ask for more Ashley love? The vision I had was her favorite things to do with reader (preferably a reader with long hair)

YAAAAAY ANOTHER REQUESTTTT!!!!! IM SMILING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!

It is true, we do need more Ashley love and I’m here to provide it! Thank you so much for requesting this!

EDIT:TUMBLR ACTED STUPID AND NOW I HAVE TO START ALL OVER ON THIS.

Ashley Campbell’s favorite things to do with her S/o.

Number one - Sleepovers! Ash’s one favorite thing to do with you is have sleepovers with you. The sleepovers may seem very classic, but you both make it very fun for each other! the night before the sleepover you two gather up crap tons of snacks and drinks just to eat them all while binge-watching some of your favorite TV shows and movies. not only that you two also play some board games for hours on end, talk about people from your school, and even braid each other's hair! as adores your hair so she makes sure to style your hair very nicely and she’s very happy that your hair is pretty long because now she can do lots more stuff with it!you too must try to pull all-nighters every single time you have a sleepover it’s whether to pull an all-nighter or go to sleep around five in the morning and sleep for half of the day.

Number 2 - Walking To Class Together! you both have a daily morning routine at school before the bell rings you two will wait for each other at one another’s locker every morning just so that you both can walk to class together or whichever class you both share! it’s unbearably obvious that you two are a couple due to you both holding hands while you speed walk down the halls of the school and head to your class even if you two don’t share the same class you still walk each other to class and go your separate ways until class of yours finally occurs. It’s like you both attached to the hip!

Number three - Shopping! Ash loves shopping and she loves you too so put that together and you got a fun time on your hands shopping with Ash is like getting spoiled because she will buy you whatever you want and if you’re behind a few dollars on something that you do want to buy, she will lend you some of her money just so that you can buy it for yourself despite the arguments that you may have because of her doing this she still does it for you just to see you happy even though you don’t really appreciate her spending her money on you just because you didn’t have enough money to spend on your own, but you do appreciate her effort and making you happy and allowing you to get something that you wanted in the mall and swear that you’ll pay her back, she tells you not to do so! Not to mention, she loves your hair. She have long hair herself, but she just loves yours as soon as she saw it she immediately fell in love with your hair. It just looks so lovely so why might get some accessories for it?

Number four - Taking a Walk! this one may sound boring but trust me it’s not boring in the slightest with the two of you as two will be walking with one another holding hands and chatting about everything! This ranges from how your morning went and just talking about random things that pop inside your head that you would like to share with the other person for whatever reason. The other can rant over something and the other will listen carefully and pay attention to what they are saying. sometimes you both get sidetracked and end up. I’m doing more than just walking around the town. Sometimes you find yourself getting a bite to eat or just running off to the park!

Number 5 - Dates! Ash loves herself some good dates with you! She enjoys your company so why wouldn’t she enjoy going on dates with you? Ash considers whenever the both of you hang out it’s a date she can’t help but automatically think that every single time you find yourself hanging out with another or having a sleepover or anything that involves you two spending time together she just thinks that it’s lo date that you are going on!

Number 6 - picnics! ash loves herself a good picnic with you normally one of you would be in charge of the drinks and the other will be in charge of the snacks. That’s usually how it goes for when you are having picnics. You pick a nice lovely day to go on a lovely picnic with one another to just get out in the sun and enjoy yourselves just having each other‘s company and eating some nice snacks and having a nice cool drink to go along with it!

overall, Ash can’t help but love you dearly she finds herself craving your company and your love almost every single day she’s attached to you by the hip and you know it her love for you continues to grow and consistently does so there’s nothing that she can do to control it either nor does she want to. She loves everything about you and she loves spending time with you every single chance that she gets to spend time with you, she takes it immediately in a heartbeat. It’s the fact that she loves you completely from inside and out. She loves your hair how long and lovely it looks. She loves your eyes and she could stare into them for ages and ages, she loves your sense of style because it’s so unique. She loves everything about you and she shall continue to do so.

I’m so happy that I got another request. It makes my day when I receive request from you guys and I know that had to return my gratitude to you guys! I hope this request meets your expectations and thank you so much again for requesting! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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(purify our misfit ways tag | AO3)

When he wakes up, Eddie’s stretched out next to him, still clutching his book, snoring a little. Steve waits for the panicky feeling to come back, looking at Eddie and looking at the way the morning sun is bright on his skin, but it never hits. It’s just Eddie. Strange, clever, funny, kind.

It’s weird to think how Steve hasn’t known him all that long, but it already feels like Eddie’s a part of him now. More a part of him than high school or prom king or Scoops Ahoy; maybe about the same as monsters and a backyard pool that he doesn’t ever use anymore.

He feels kind of dumb, not noticing something like that about himself. He thinks it’s probably not the kind of thing that comes out of nowhere, but he doesn’t like thinking about anything he might’ve missed in the past.

It’s not like it matters, probably, because Eddie hadn’t been offering anything last night, so it’s just Steve here by himself in this. It sucks, because if he’s going to have a big gay revelation, he should at least get to fool around with a guy about it. Maybe he can still do that, though—there are bars and stuff, right? He lies there for a little while, just looking at Eddie, trying to remember every stray rumor he’s ever heard about homosexual lifestyles. He’d never thought it would be important to know, but he guesses now he’s got to learn all the rules.

Obviously he can still go with girls, or at least he will as soon as this dry spell’s over; it just seems like kind of a waste not to try this new thing out, now that he knows it’s an option. Maybe it’s easier with guys or something. Guys usually want sex more than girls, right? So it seems like it would probably be pretty simple to get laid, if you knew for sure a guy liked other guys and you wouldn’t get decked for asking.

Would Eddie deck him for asking?

Steve’s stomach picks this moment to remind him that this is a lot of complicated thinking to take place before breakfast, and he eases off the bed. It’s not like they’re even touching or anything, so it’s not that difficult to get up without waking Eddie.

He stands there for a second, just looking at the way Eddie shifts a little to stretch into the warm place where Steve used to be.

Steve’s shirt looks and smells like it was dragged through a bush, which isn’t too far from the truth, so he swaps it out for a shirt he finds on the floor which doesn’t smell too bad. It smells a little bit like Eddie, actually, which is kind of cool. That’s probably a benefit of dating a guy that he’d never thought of before—getting to wear his clothes, or getting him to wear yours. Well, maybe some girls wore their boyfriends’ shirts, but not as regular clothing, and it’s not like Steve ever got to wear his girlfriends’ stuff.

He leaves before he can get sidetracked thinking about that too much, and runs right into an old guy making coffee in the kitchenette.

“Uh,” he says.

The old guy looks him up and down, and Steve’s heart starts to pound. If his dad had caught some guy coming out of his bedroom, wearing his shirt…

“Sit yourself down, have something to eat,” says the older guy. “You can call me Wayne. I’m Eddie’s uncle.”

“Yessir,” Steve says, automatically, and sits down.

Wayne grimaces, and Steve realizes that he’s seen that same expression on Eddie’s face. “None of that, now. Just Wayne’ll be fine. You okay with cereal, son?”

“Cereal’s great, Wayne,” says Steve. Being polite to parents—or, well, parent-type people—is like muscle memory at this point. He used to be good at this. “Really appreciate it, thanks. I’m Steve Harrington.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Steve Harrington. Hope I didn’t interrupt you running out on Eddie.”

“Running—um, no sir. I mean, Wayne. It’s not like that, I swear.”

Steve feels like he’s been bracing for a punch to the jaw and suddenly he’s getting his knee kicked out from under him. So far, being into guys is turning out to be a lot like being into girls: getting cornered by stern parent-type people wanting to know his intentions and assuming the worst, while Steve pretends like he wasn’t thinking what he was thinking a few minutes ago.

He takes the cheerios that Wayne hands him and tries his most winning, parent-pleasing smile. “I’m a friend of Eddie’s who got a little too tired to drive last night, so he let me stay over.”

Wayne snorts. “Heard that one before. Okay, Steve Harrington, I’ve got to get to my shift. Help yourself to coffee, and you better not leave before saying goodbye to my boy.”

“Yessir,” says Steve.

As the door swings shut behind Wayne, the words heard that one before ping-pong around Steve’s brain. Does that mean—it could just be a turn of phrase, or it could mean that Eddie’s—that there have been—

Wayne didn’t seem all that surprised to see a boy coming out of Eddie’s bedroom. It’s not solid proof of anything, but Steve’s worked with less. And now that he’s got most of a bowl of cheerios in him, he’s pretty confident that even if Eddie’s not interested, it’s not like Eddie’ll take a swing at him or anything. Plus, Robin would definitely take Steve’s side in this, and it’s not like Eddie’s going to ditch Robin too.

Huh. That’s another good thing about this whole situation, he realizes: it’ll be something he has in common with Robin. She’s probably going to be stoked to hear it. And he still likes girls too, so that’s double the things they have in common.

He washes up and grabs a mug that reads ROANE COUNTY 4-H FAIR ‘77 from a shelf. It has a llama wearing a hat on it. He’s just pouring a nice hot cup of coffee when he hears shuffling footsteps from the direction of the bedroom.

Eddie’s standing there, still barefoot and in boxers, looking sleepy and confused with one side of his hair all messed up. Steve feels a little shot of adrenaline go through him, just a nice little buzz, like the feeling he always got before a swim meet or a basketball game. Not nerves, exactly, just his body letting him know it’s go time, that there’s something big coming up just ahead, right in front of him.

“Hey,” he says.

#and now for a version of eddie that has absolutely none of the experience I've been talking about in the meta stuff #mostly due to having a more contentious relationship with his own sexuality than I usually write for him #nothing is set in stone! nothing is immutable!#also. this is my ongoing attempt at writing steve as a teenage boy who is not incredibly emotionally stable or prone to self-examination #fic: purify our misfit ways #this fic is wrapping up REAL soon #like. probably within 12 hours soon.

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birlwrites · 9 months

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somthing that annoys me SO MUCH about a lot of Regulus fics (other than how many of them are jegulus. seriously so many of their plots look so interesting but i just can't read jegulus it Reallly doesn't do it for me) is how in almost every single one, Regulus has no friends. not a single one. and the authors always just sort of add him on to the end of the marauders and call it done. SO, I just wanted to say that I appreciate it a lot that in ttdl (and career goals) you gave Regulus FRIENDS!! I like that you've given the Slytherins personalities beyond "Evil" and "Bully," even the ones that are Bullies and will be Evil! (Regulus' camaraderie with the quidditch team my BELOVED. the group celebration after the winning game in ttdl? that heart stopping moment in career goals: tyrant when Megan fell off her broom and Regulus was so worried? His protective thoughts about her ex. 'my second year'? Geoff being Dad? Theophania? (her matching hair ribbons with Megan and Emma was soo cute (nothing to do with Regulus but jsyk I really liked that detail)) Travers (i can't remember his first name but i appreciate him anyways) I totally just got sidetracked but <3<3<3 REGULUS HAS FRIENDS!!)

ok SAME. regulus is another character, like james and lily, who is very easy to reduce down to like. 1-2 canon moments and a couple of character traits, and i think a lot of the 'regulus doesn't have his own friends' fics are also the ones that tend to infantilize regulus and/or just make him someone who exists to Be Saved (by either james or sirius, usually)

which!! i cannot stress enough!! is easy to write. there's a reason these fics are all over the place. if regulus doesn't have his own friends, then you don't need to figure out who they are or what their personalities are like or how they impact him and his relationships with the marauders (who tend to be the focal point of the story). simple casts of characters make things simple. that's valid as a writing choice.

however. GIVE THE BOY SOME GODDAMN FRIENDS. i s2g it's like canon lily. she just has the convenient muggle sister (bad relationship), snape (bad relationship, also he's in love with her which reinforces lily as Romantic Interest™ instead of a person), james (canonically, they apparently seem to be on bad terms until lily finally gives in and starts dating him, which, yuck), and harry (so lily can die for him!!)

(more ranting and the joys of regulus with friends under the cut)

whereas regulus, in contrast, tends to have walburga (bad relationship), sirius (estrangement), MAYBE narcissa (who is usually older than him by enough that she's already graduated from hogwarts), and james (JEGULUS)

there is absolutely no way that the entire house of slytherin was a complete monolith of asshole death eaters And Then Regulus, and personally i find it very dull as a narrative choice - even if it's a house full of asshole death eaters, regulus has been living with these people since the age of eleven. he's on a sports team. he has friends.

but i think frequently the reason he doesn't is because that makes it easy for him to be a damsel in distress who gets saved, insert jegulus, and when regulus gets swooped out of that Horrible Nasty Dungeon Full Of Slytherins, it doesn't leave any inconvenient loose ends, because he doesn't have any personal connections. the marauders (primarily sirius and james) never have to learn how to interact with regulus's friends. they can comfortably continue to be super anti-slytherin because regulus isn't 'like the rest of them,' so he's not REEEEEALLY a slytherin :)

(and regulus not being friends with any of the Asshole Death Eaters also conveniently makes him a very Pure character who has only ever been a victim and doesn't introduce any complex or nuanced moral questions to the narrative)

in general i just really hate when regulus is treated as an appendage of one of the marauders, and it happens all the time. that was a big driving force behind writing ttdl in the first place. i'm tired of regulus getting saved sjflsghjsgjkdhkjsf and i'm tired of him just being characterized however is convenient to the marauders

and i do STRONGLY BELIEVE that regulus had friends. maybe he wasn't ✨super popular✨ like ✨sirius and james✨ but like?? that's not a requirement to have friends???

and the slytherin quidditch team is a SLYTHERIN. TEAM. they are going to be both aggressively competitive (regarding the other teams) and AGGRESSIVELY TEAM-ORIENTED (because that's how you fucking wIN). ambition does not mean 'everyone for themself' (we don't have time to get into That canon theme) and IF SOMEONE DOESN'T PLAY WELL WITH OTHERS, THEY ARE HURTING SLYTHERIN'S CHANCES AT WINNING. IT IS A TEAM SPORT.

and like!! they have early morning practices together!! they eat breakfast together because Nobody Else Is Awake!! they work together and they respond viciously if one of them gets hurt and they have BONDED. regulus thinks of himself as being a little bit isolated from the rest of the team but that is the result of HIS OWN ISSUES WITH SELF WORTH and *REGARDLESS* OF THAT, HE STILL IS PERFECTLY AWARE THAT THEY'RE ALL FRIENDS

plus regulus is so much more fun with friends. he needs an outlet for all that drama. he wrote an incredibly elegant 'fuck you' note in a fake locket that he bothered to stash in the basin - LIKE???? HE COULD HAVE JUST TAKEN THE REAL LOCKET AND BLOWN UP THE CAVE???????

and i love regulus being best friends with barty because barty is similarly dramatic and they make the best team. especially when it comes to taking down people they hate. i LOVE the idea of them meeting in first year and both of them immediately going 'ok. mine now' and they are just choosing each other relentlessly from the beginning - and i ESPECIALLY love it because of the difference in their backgrounds, which makes them complete opposites on the surface but the same underneath (which i am a huge fan of as a character dynamic in general alghksgjhkjsdkf, you can see it all over the place in ttdl)

anyway im a huge proponent of 'give regulus his own life instead of just putting him in convenient stasis until the marauders show up.' even if you DO intend to have him sort of merge with the marauders and end up in a relationship with james, it'll be so much more interesting if regulus has his own history and social circle that the marauders have to reckon with, and it puts him on much more equal footing in that relationship, instead of just having it be 'savior/saved'

#i mean when you think about it sirius only really had the three close friends canonically #admittedly they were a lil codependent but Still #hashtag regulus was more popular than sirius at school it's just that nobody ever told harry that #dark lord wip #should i make an inbox tag #im laughing over the notion of regulus being the regina george of hogwarts The Whole Time #and just. nobody ever mentioned it because it ~wasn't relevant to harry's journey~

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fontasticcrablettes · 5 months

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@adeptarcanist

…Problem: now I need to see Raine x the Wonder Chef. Maybe he’s drawn to her unique spirit of culinary experimentation, the only person in the world capable of appreciating the wonder behind the inedible food……. …or maybe he’s just succumbing to that instinct of horrified fascination with a train wreck.

Well have I got good news for you. The answer to "Which of those crack ships I mentioned is the one that I myself have written?" is in fact, Raine x Wonder Chef. I have the original Word file, which helpfully recorded the exact date it was created, so I can tell you that I wrote this at the age of 15 at 1:44 AM (it was probably a school night):

Genis yawned and sat up in bed, wondering why he was awake. He rubbed his eyes, looked around his room, and realized Raine’s bed was empty. Huh, that was odd. Raine was usually a deep sleeper, and rarely got up in the night.

He remembered when he was little and used to sneak out of the house at night with Lloyd, and Raine just snored as he crept out the creaky door. Her arms would hang off the side of her bed, blankets kicked to the floor, book she’d been reading before bed resting under her cheek.

But now she was missing, and he was a bit concerned. He crawled out of bed, noticing the open window with the ocean visible in the distance, illuminated by the full moon. Perhaps it was the sound of crashing waves and the smell of fish and salt that had woken Raine up, although they’d been in Palmacosta for a few days so she should be used to it by now.

Well, if Raine was up, too, then he didn't know how many of them were actually asleep. Colette had been in bed resting all evening after the fight with Kilia, and Lloyd had diligently sat by her side. Whenever Genis poked his head in, she was always awake, staring blankly at the ceiling or chatting with Lloyd. He’d always tell her to go to sleep, but she’d just smile and say she wasn’t tired yet.

Genis left the room, seeing Kratos and Lloyd’s room door open. They were probably out training somewhere. The question was, where was Raine? He walked down the stairs to the main room, looking around.

Wait...was that voices? Yes! He heard something coming from the kitchen! It sounded like Raine’s voice, too, from the sound of things. Happy to find her but dreading what she might be doing in the kitchen, Genis approached the closed door and listened, wondering who she could be talking to.

“It’s so large!” Raine was saying. “I’ve never seen one quite this size before.”

“Yes, I know,” a male voice Genis didn’t recognize said. “I’m quite proud of it.”

"I've seen one before, of course, but a more average size, you know?”

“Yeah, I’ve never met anyone else with one this big before. It makes me feel special! Do you want to touch it?”

“Oh, could I?”

“Go ahead!”

The was a pause. “Wow, it’s so smooth. And the shaft is so thick! Is it even practical?”

“Well, it’s really more for show, if you know what I mean. But we’re really getting sidetracked.”

“Yes, I know. I’ve cleared the table, just like you asked.”

“Ah, good. We’ll need plenty of room to make our magic.”

“Magic, hm? I know a thing or two about magic...”

They were quiet for a bit, and Genis overheard the clank of a pot and shuffling things around. He was very confused about this conversation, but didn’t want to interrupt.

“Ok,” the man said. “Now you just need to take off – oh! Very nice!”

“Yes,” Raine said, uncertainty in her voice. “But I don’t know...I think they’re too small.”

“Nonsense. Just look at them! So round and smooth, the skin so white and soft...they’re perfect. I want to just put my mouth around them - lick and bite them.”

Raine laughed. “Oh, you’re just saying that. But is it warm enough yet? I feel a bit wet.”

“That’s because it’s so steamy. But yes, I think everything’s ready.”

“Oh, I’m rather excited. I’ve only done this a couple times and I’ve never been very good.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you. Are you ready? First, this goes in here...”

Genis was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Without knocking, he burst into the room, a bit afraid of what he would find. “S-Sis! What are you...?”

Raine and the Wonder Chef looked up at him, standing over a boiling pot of water. The Wonder Chef had two onions in his hands, his giant fork leaning against the counter.

“Genis?” Raine asked. “What are you doing up?”

“Uh, I saw that you weren’t there and wondered where you went....”

“Oh,” she said. “The Wonder Chef was trying to show me how to make a soup. I wanted to surprise you and Lloyd tomorrow for dinner.”

“O-oh. I’ll just...head back to bed now...” Feeling a bit embarrassed at his outburst, he darted out of the kitchen and headed back upstairs.

“Your brother’s so cute!” the Wonder Chef said after Genis was gone.

Raine just sighed and shook her head. “He can be rather overprotective at times.”

The Wonder Chef just shrugged. “Now, where were we?”

Raine smiled and leaned against him, ripping his chef’s hat off and winding her fingers through his blonde hair. His hands slid across her chest and over her shoulders, pushed her robe off and it fell to the floor.

“You tell me,” she whispered in his ear and drew back before he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

#nightfoot writes things #i mean the ship is obvious #as determined by the Tales of Sexychef poll #Symphonia Wonder Chef is objectively the sexiest chef

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stargazer-sims · 2 months

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happy valentine's day! ❤️ sending all my love and i hope you feel appreciated not only today but every day 💐

if you're still taking asks for the love day otp questions, how about 🍭 🫦 🍰 🍫 for eden & haru?

Hey! 👋🏼 Yes, I’m still working my way through all the ones I've gotten recently. I got sidetracked from my inbox by building and CC-making, so now I'm trying to catch up.

And thanks for the message. I do feel appreciated in certain parts of my life (and not so much in others). I hope you're feeling appreciated in as many aspects of your life as possible, too!

Eden Seong & Sakuharu Abe

🍭What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?

Their biggest point of contention is their security guy, Frankie. Eden understands why Haru wants and needs a security person (and driver, interpreter & babysitter), but he doesn't think Frankie necessarily needs to be at the house when Haru isn't there. It's not that Eden dislikes Frankie. He actually likes him quite a lot and considers him a friend, and he thinks it's nice to have company around the house sometimes. Eden's problem is that he knows there's almost nothing for Frankie to do when Haru is away. For Eden, it's like having an unemployed roommate, and as much as he likes Frankie, he kind of wishes Frankie had his own place.

Haru, on the other hand, thinks Frankie is there to protect Eden as well as the property. Neither Eden nor Frankie are totally convinced the property needs more than the security cameras when Haru isn't there, and they don't think Eden really needs protection either. But, they know how anxious Haru can be, and how stuck on an idea he can get when he's anxious, so they both humour him.

Frankie is getting paid regardless of whether Haru is there or not, so he certainly doesn't complain about it, even if Eden sometimes does.

🫦What's something seemingly innocent that the other does, says or wears that turns the other on?

For Haru, it's Eden's figure skating costumes. Eden doesn't really think anything of it because the costumes are part of the performance aspect of the sport and it's totally normal for him to wear something fancy (and often form-fitting) for a competition, but the sight of Eden in his costumes makes Haru think less than pure and innocent thoughts.

For Eden, it's one of Haru's t-shirts that has a slogan of questionable appropriateness. In the category of shirts with bad Engiish translations, this one says love carrot in an orange and green design. Eden finds it amusing, and likes to tease Haru about his "love carrot". It took Haru a minute to get the joke, but now he understands it perhaps a bit too well.

🍰 What is 'their song'? Officially or unofficially.

In the context of the story, their "official" song is "Broken Parts" (a song that Haru wrote for Eden).

As for real life songs, it's "Beautiful Life" by Bebe Rexha

bonus: Eden skates to this song in a program collaboratively choreographed by himself, Nikolai and Haru. He talks Nikolai into letting Haru provide some input because Haru is a better than average dancer and wants more choreography experience. Haru learns a lot about figure skating in general and skating choreo in particular during the process.

🍫 Who is more likely to steal the other's clothes? What are their favorite items to steal?

They're each equally likely to steal the other's clothes. Haru is a little bigger than Eden, but Eden is way more muscular than Haru, so anything tight or form-fitting doesn't work very well, but they're close enough in size that they can wear most of one another's casual clothes. When they're together, they'll routinely wear each other's sweatpants, t-shirts, shorts and hoodies. When Haru is on the road, he leaves a hoodie behind for Eden, and Eden has also stolen a hat of Haru's that he likes to wear to practice, and one might find Eden's mysteriously "lost" Chinese Zodiac bracelet on Haru's wrist.

#sapphire answers #oc asks #Eden Seong #Sakuharu Abe #stargazersims

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bramble-scramble · 10 months

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I was going to send this ask earlier, but I got sidetracked by life.

I hope you're enjoying my Phandrow playlist as I am! I hope I did your story justice, and I actually wanted to tell you why I chose certain songs for this ship. Now, a good portion is self-explanatory (Phantom of the Opera, Edgar Allan Poe, dramatic love songs via Dracula and the Addams Family), but it's the very first four songs that I believe are truly the embodiment of "Of Curses and Verses".

The Gloom - a ballad of sorts about depression, describing a person who lives in the gloom. This is the introduction to Woodrow AND Phantom, two different characters who find each other within the shadows of their misfortune.

Disappear - a tragic and heartbreaking love song that holds on to whatever spark of hope (ha!) is left. Like The Gloom, Disappear is Phantom and Woodrow spilling their hearts out to each other while hanging out inside the fallen moon in Pallette Prime. They're both very unlucky in life and they reach out to each other, desiring to be understood yet worried about the limited amount of time they have.

The Dark Ones - Now this one is more of an fan interpretation, as this song is a combination of Phantom's quote, "...and damn the consequences", and Woodrow's overwhelming urge to write his poetry shown through creeping nightmares. The Dark Ones tempt our sad boi poet into giving up his creative abstinence and relish in its misfortune. Also, I imagined this as an animatic where the embodiment of unluckiness, in the form of Phantom, seduces Woodrow and thus driving him into madness a la running into the woods. 👉👈

The Dawn - The bittersweet end of the story. Things have been somewhat better, both lovers are still depressed and yet there's a sense of freedom between them. Their love didn't die with the Gloom, and they both live for each other as they comfort each other through their worst times.

I swear, every time I think about "Of Curses and Verses" or Phandrow in general, these two become more and more like a Gothic novel couple.

Oh I totally getcha, "Side-tracked by life" is the story of my... well, my life, lol

But YES, I appreciate all this so much- you really seem to understand the appeal of them as a couple in the same way I do, and what I was trying to do in the fanfic. Rest assured the playlist will serve me as plenty of inspiration in the future, for both drawings and fics :D Because I will be obsessed with them forever even if Phantom comes back in the Rayman DLC and looks directly in the camera and says "By the way, I met Woodrow. Can't stand him." I WILL STILL MAKE IT WORK. I BELIEVE

And by the way, when I get back to Music of the Night, it definitely focuses more on the monstrous/dark temptation aspect... it's a shame I'm going on a trip this weekend because I actually want to write more RIGHT NOW

#mario rpgs #mario plus rabbids #mario + rabbids #alter answers #phandrow

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ruinaimagines · 1 year

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Any silly little Xiao headcanons? It doesn’t have to be anything specific I just really love reading your work. You’re very very talented ^^

Thank you! And yes you may. Xiao is just so pretty.. Sorry for my absence! As I said, I've been dealing with medical stuff. At long last I got a diagnosis! Sadly it’s something chronic BUT there’s treatment so looking forward to that.

Xiao General Headcanons:

To people who do not know her well, Xiao can come off as very distant and calloused. This especially tends to be people’s first interpretation of her when they meet her while working. A Liu Association Director as unmovable and determined as can be.

She doesn't want to come off as rude though. Direct, maybe, but appreciative. She is aware of her reputation and to make up for this, especially in everyday settings, she tries to be as respectful as possible.

But because of her tone this can come across as forceful in a way. Not because it’s fake, but like it’s more a command than anything. When she says to the grocery clerk, “Have a good day.” It doesn’t sound like a suggestion, it sounds like her saying “You WILL have a good day.”

Very passive aggressive in an accidental way. This is especially represented in last minute sticky notes scrambled out for other Liu Association members to see. She worries that people will take it in the wrong way, but instead her subordinates just find it funny.

Struggles with figuring out how technology works. Not in the grandma way, but in a way that makes things a bit more difficult if she’s out of her comfort zone. She’ll continue trying to fix things herself though until someone steps in or she finds a solution.

I feel like if she’s guiding or teaching someone it would have to be through physically showing whatever it is. It’s not that she can’t explain what they need to do, but when she does it’s often very complex and not very processible information. She is aware of this, so she tries to help others through other ways.

Avoids people she knows if she sees them in public, especially if they’re from work. It isn’t as though she doesn’t like them or talking to them, it’s just that it's in a different setting and formality and she has no clue what to expect. She often has a goal in mind for what she’s doing when she’s out of the house and she doesn’t want to be sidetracked.

I feel like Xiao would like going to concerts. The kind with bright colorful lights and where everyone is just enjoying themselves alongside the music. She goes there for the atmosphere. You hardly ever have so many strangers just so loose and relaxed in the city, it’s a nice change of pace.

Speaking of said concerts, she doesn’t really go based on what artist is playing, just whatever will be the funnest. Because of this, she ends up experiencing all types of genres than she didn’t even know before. Some of the songs she in particular ends up liking 100% get played in the car, and often people are very surprised with her music taste.

Doesn’t really have a sense of style. Now hear me out, this does not mean she dresses bad or looks bad in any means, we all know that’s not true. However, her closet is just filled with the same colored clothes (typically black or gray) with little variation. You got the 4 suits, and maybe some sweaters, but that’s about it.

She’s a morning person and doesn’t really like taking naps, but has grown really efficient at them. Being in the Liu association especially when it comes to tough combat situations means that getting rest can be quite difficult most of the time, so she’s learned how to very quickly fall asleep.

A light sleeper when she’s napping as one would need to be in potentially dangerous situations, or in areas where you might be needed to immediately jump into responding. It’s never a satisfying or fulfilling sleep though.

She has a huge collection of various board games that are shoved away in a cabinet in her house. Every time there is a mission that causes her to relocate to some place temporarily, in free time she’ll visit any stores that sell any physical games.

Often she’ll leave particular ones she thinks have an interesting concept at work for employees to play if they’re interested. Sometimes being an association member means working a lot of overtime, so at the very least they have some type of entertainment.

Always has to have something to do, very much always on the go. If there isn’t something planned or an idea she has in mind, she feels lazy. This helps keep her energy levels high. That said, has a low social battery, so much of what she does are tasks on her own, or with people she is close with.

Unfortunately this can come with some additional stress, even though she considers the pros better than the cons. She’s actually pretty good with finding ways with managing this though, and often sets up regular meetings with an acupuncturist whom she finds helps with her mood.

Regularly keeps her workplace stocked with caffeine for her and other people. Whether it’s through tea, coffee, or some other drink it will honestly be more difficult to find something that is uncaffeinated. Anyone is open to helping themselves.

She feels really bad when she has to bring bad news to her colleagues, and will attempt to tread carefully when breaking it to them. There’s a lot in her head she’d like to say, but she just can’t really find the words to say them. I think those that are often working with her know the sorrow she feels, they can see it in her eyes.

When holidays come around in the office she doesn’t participate too much in them. You can typically find her sitting to herself, maybe with Lowell. That said, there is one thing that has become absolute tradition: she brings the food. Something about the way she bakes treats is iconic amongst the Liu South Section.

Whenever it’s someone’s birthday she gets a card for them and leaves a little note. As she isn’t the best with expression, the note isn’t really special, but what is are the small doodles she often leaves behind. They aren’t particularly good but that’s what makes them adored and loved.

She doesn’t actually understand why her little drawings have become such a favorable thing among her colleagues. She’s not really an artist and she did them in like a couple minutes, yet here they are showing off to each other their cards.

Wants to get better at cooking, for as good as she is at baking and decorating, making actual meals.. Well she can make food of the same type. Xiao just doesn’t really have experience in making other types of food, and she wants to expand that skill.

Really loves knitted stuff in particular?? Something about it is cozy. In winter especially there are often a lot of knitted plushies like deers and she has to resist the urge to buy them, because she knows she won’t be able to stop once she starts.

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Always Meant to be | Ch.2

► ► notes: Here I am again, bringing you more of Ruggie x Reader in Pokemon AU. Enjoy.

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You kept saying it over and over again, today wasn’t ruined at all. You and Ruggie continued to walk towards your houses in silence. Ruggie kept looking ahead quietly while you couldn’t take your eyes off the flower he had just handed you. How did he know this was your favorite flower? When did you ever tell someone this was your favorite, and how did Rugbert Bluecheese get this information?? Maybe Ruggie paid more attention to you than you thought, or maybe he was just extremely good at guessing.

The thought of the day not being ruined was tossed out the window as you entered your house. Your parents bombarded you with questions about how the event was, what it was like, which pokemon did you choose, what did the other kids get. You didn’t want to talk about it; tears began to well in your eyes as you ran upstairs to your room.

You were thankful your parents were as understanding as they were. Seeing you run upstairs, they decided to let you have time to decompress before trying to pry more into your day. You were laying on your bed facing your ceiling, lightly tossing your fox squishmallow into the air right above you when you heard your mom knock on the door.

“Honey, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. You can come down if you would like to sit at the table or I can bring it up to you in your room, whatever you would like. It doesn’t matter to me,” she said softly outside your door.

You appreciated her more than she would ever know; your friends’ mom never let them eat dinner in their rooms when they were stressed out. You knew this because you had heard the complaints time and time again while still in school.

“Okay, sounds good! I’ll come downstairs in a few minutes,” you shouted back to her.

You heard your mom’s gentle footsteps fade as she made her way downstairs. You put your squishmallow back into its safe spot, right under your blanket next to your pillow. You tapped it a few times as if saying “nighty, night” and left your room.

Downstairs smelt amazing, you were confused how you couldn’t smell your mom’s cooking from your room. As you walked further into the dining room, you saw your mom had already set the table and your dad was making your mom a plate of food. Your parents’ dynamic may seem weird to others, but you knew by the small gestures your dad always did for your mom that he truly loved her. He would go out of his way to give her the world, even if she didn’t ask for it. You hoped you would find a love like that one day, but for now no one matched your standards.

“This food looks so good!” you said delightfully as you and your parents began to eat dinner. There was nothing more comforting after having a long day than enjoying your mom’s cooking. You knew your parents would eventually ask you about your day, so you gathered your thoughts as you ate to make sure you explained what happened.

Your dad started asking questions first. “So what happened, hun?”

You sighed and began your explanation. “Well, I was going to be on time… but I really wanted to take a short walk through the gardens. I figured seeing the flowers would make me feel better because I started having anxiety the more I walked towards the lab.”

Your dad nodded and said, “Yes, you always did love the gardens. Did you lose track of time while there? Sometimes I get lost when I look into your mother’s eyes.” Your dad chuckled as he continued eating while your mom just rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Aha, no,” you laughed. “I actually got sidetracked by Ruggie Bluecheese. He and I chatted while I was at the gardens.” You knew chatting wasn’t exactly how the conversation went with Ruggie. It was more like two old people bickering back and forth- that’s how it felt talking to Ruggie, constant bickering.

“Oh, Ruggie, that young man is pretty swell. He is always such a hard worker,” your dad began to boast. “Ya know, he always comes over to help me bring in groceries from the store, and he never shies away from helping me out with any yard work.”

Listening to your dad made your ears start to burn. You could feel your blood starting to boil, but why? The sound of Ruggie’s name and hearing your dad praise him must’ve made you go insane.

Just as you thought the Ruggie compliments were over, your mom suddenly chimed in. “You’re so right, dear! He is such a respectable, young man. I love how well mannered he is, and he is so well-rounded! His grandmother really is raising a gentleman,” she said smiling.

You sat there looking at both of your parents, looking at them both back and forth. Why on Earth are they sitting here talking about Ruggie. Rugbert Bluecheese. Rugbert. Blue. Cheese. It really felt as if you could never get away from him. He was consistently in your vision, no matter where you went. You couldn’t even escape him at your own dinner table. At this point, not only were your ears on fire, but so was your face. This caught your mother’s attention quickly.

“Oh, hun! You’re blushing?! Wait-,” she said, motioning for your father to look at your face. “Do you like Mr. Ruggie? He would definitely be a good match for you in my opinion, someone who would care-”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” you shouted to her, cutting her off mid sentence. You felt bad for shouting, but you couldn’t take hearing anymore of that.

Your parents looked surprised by your reaction and decided that they would drop the Ruggie conversation. It was clear you didn’t want to continue it, and they respected that.

You all finished your meal and turned in for the night.

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A month had gone by since you left the lab that day, no pokemon in hand. It had made you somewhat saddened. You watched as your friends all started on their Pokemon journey; all of them aspiring to be the very best. You wanted so badly for it to be your turn. You knew Professor Oak told you he would bring you back a pokemon once he returned from Lavender Town, but it had been 3 weeks already since he left. You didn’t know when he planned to come back. All he did was send you postcards, writing to you about the amazing time he was having and to “not fret” over the starter pokemon situation.

You got dressed for the day and mosied downstairs. Your dad was already gone for work, and your mom was in the living room cleaning. She motioned for you to come to her while she vacuumed.

“CAN YOU GO TO VIRIDIAN CITY AND PICK UP A PACKAGE FOR ME TODAY?” she shouted over the loud vacuum.

You nodded and headed out the door.

You took the path to Viridian City that was clear and fenced off. The fencing made sure no wild pokemon got on the path while those without pokemon traveled. You were forced to take this route, though you longed to take the path full of pokemon sounds, tall grass, and the unknown.

After a while, you finally made your way into the city. It was much larger than your quaint hometown. You knew that this wasn’t even the biggest city in the region, but coming here always made you feel so small.

The PokeMart wasn’t too far into the city, and since you had been here a few times before, you knew exactly which way to go to get there the fastest. You made your way down the paths and walked into the store.

At no shock to yourself, your eyes noticed him again as you entered. Why is Rugbert always there?

He was there buying what looked to be items for his grandmother- an assortment of her favorite candies, crossword puzzles, and prescription bags. You waited in line behind him, hoping he didn’t notice you come in. As he waved his goodbye to the cashier, the cashier greeted you by name. He was sure to notice you now.

You smiled shyly at the cashier and gave her your information to pick up your mom’s package. She swiftly gathered the small package and handed it off to you, nodding to you as she assisted the next customer.

You walked towards the door only to see Mr. Rugbert Bluecheese, himself, waiting by the door for you. You kept walking and tried to avoid any interactions with him, you just wanted to go back home. He quickly grabbed the door before you could and held it open for you as you walked out.

You smiled at him, but didn’t say thank you. Wasn’t a smile enough? It should be enough for him, right? No, it wasn’t.

Ruggie frowned at you with his arms out, “No thank you, question mark?” He stood there, waiting for you to respond.

You chuffed at his question and glared at him standing in his stupid pose. “Sorry, Rugbert,” you said sarcastically. “Didn’t see you there.”

He put his arms down and chuckled at your response. He seemed pleased this time, maybe he was coming around to your jokes. Or maybe, he felt bad for you and your poor sense of humor.

“Did your grandma send you here? My mom wanted me to tell her she needs her recipe for tater tot casserole when she has a chance to write it down,” you said to him.

Before Ruggie could give you an answer, you both heard a lot of bustling behind you. You both turned to see the back half of a Nidoran run into the tall grass. Ruggie immediately looked at you with large eyes. You knew this wasn’t going to end well.

“No, RUGBERT- DON’T,” you said strictly.

He gave you his signature mischievous grin, raised his eyebrows, and said, “I am going to get a pokemon today, whether you like it or not.”

“Ruggie, the professor said-”

“FORGET THE PROFESSOR?!” he shouted. “Why should I have to wait for him, maybe I can get the little guy to like me. I will be a good trainer, I know it- I just need a pokemon.”

You listened to his words, and for once, he made sense to you. You, too, wanted to start your trainer journey. All you needed was a pokemon, maybe this was your chance to get one. You figured you would get the pokemon to like you more anyway, so why not rub it in his face now.

You watched as Ruggie ran into the tall grass after the Nidoran. You could hear your mother’s words. Don’t rush in and choose a pokemon… And that is exactly what you were about to do. Sometimes being spontaneous has its advantages.

You tucked your mom’s package into your shoulder bag and made your way into the grass, following behind Ruggie. You could hear a lot of commotion in front of Ruggie as you both kept walking through the tall grass. A small clearing showed two small Nidorans being swarmed by a group of Spearows.

Ruggie looked at you like a puppy who just saw a large bone at a pet store. You knew exactly what he was saying from the way he looked at you. He wanted to help them, but he needed your assistance.

You began to think of a plan in your head, and as the words started to leave your mouth- so did Ruggie from the tall grass. He was heading into the clearing, straight to the Nidorans in need of saving.

“RUGGIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” you yelled at him.

Ruggie must’ve not heard you, or he just flat out ignored you because he didn’t turn around. You watched as he swatted at the Spearows, trying to get closer to the Nidorans. You noticed one was laying over top of the other, as if it was already attempting to shield it from the Spearows.

Ruggie finally got to the Nidorans, while you stood in shock trying to figure out what more you could do to help. The only thing you had were a few berries, a map, and your mom’s package in your shoulder bag.

You watched, your jaw dropping in the process, as Ruggie got down and shielded both Nidorans from the group of Spearows- taking all the physical attacks for them.

You fumbled in your bag, looked on the ground- searching for anything you could that might be of use. The lightbulb in your head went off- what is in your mom’s package? Maybe what she ordered could be useful??

You rushed to open your mom’s package, almost dropping it as you got it out of the bag. Once opened, you unwrapped the package and screamed at the top of your lungs, “YES!!!” It was a bottle of repellent.

You immediately used the repellent and threw it at the group of Spearows, watching them stop their attacks on Ruggie and disperse into the sky. You ran to Ruggie’s side, grabbed his arm, and said, “Come on, we have to hurry!”

You both scooped up the Nidorans and ran out of the tall grass back into the city.

Once out of the grass, you both were out of breath and tried your best to catch it. You quickly looked over the two Nidorans. Ruggie’s seemed to be fine, even though it was the one who was acting as a shield. Yours, on the other hand, had a huge gash on its back leg that was bleeding.

You weren’t sure what to do, but looked up at Ruggie. He seemed determined and focused as you watched him rip his shirt sleeve off and use it to make a bandage over the bleeding wound.

“We have to get this one to a hospital quickly. The wound looks pretty deep,” he said.

You both ran through the streets, taking all the turns you needed until you finally reached your destination. You ran inside the hospital and explained the situation to Nurse Joy at the counter. She quickly and carefully took the Nidoran from your hands and rushed him to the back for treatment.

You turned around and found Ruggie sitting with the other Nidoran. It looked confused and seemed like it was on edge. Honestly though, can you blame the poor pokemon? After all that, you were pretty shaken up yourself.

You sat down beside Ruggie as you both waited for Nurse Joy to come back. You both tried to comfort the Nidoran in Ruggie’s arms, patting its head and giving it gentle pets and scratches.

After what seemed like forever, Nurse Joy finally came back out from the treatment area- holding the wounded Nidoran in hand. You breathed a sigh of relief, thank god it was okay.

Nurse Joy walked over to you happily. “This one is going to be alright! The wound will take a few days to heal fully, but until then there shouldn’t be any issues with your pokemon.”

“Nurse Joy, we found these two out in the wild. What do we do with them?” you asked.

“Dear, what do you mean what do you do with them?” she asked, confused.

“She means- do we just put them back out there or what? We can’t let that little guy out there alone while it’s not healed,” Ruggie said.

Nurse Joy giggled before responding. “Why, you keep them of course! It seems like they both are fond of you and seem to already feel at home in your arms if you ask me.”

You both sat there dumbfounded. You finally did it. You got your starter pokemon. Nurse Joy handed you the wounded Nidoran and walked back to her desk.

Ruggie laughed, “See, I told you I was getting a pokemon today whether you liked it or not. For saving me back there, I won’t ever mention how I got my pokemon before you actually got yours.”

You smiled, looking down at your new companion. You didn’t even care about what Ruggie just said. You were so happy having your own pokemon finally, no matter how you got it.

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