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rayven81194 · 2 months

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WOOO RANDOM DEATH FAMILY HEADCANONS

Lmao sorry pissa and death family nation for being somewhat inactive, take these headcanons that probably don’t align with canon as compensation

THIS IS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOT CONTENT CREATORS BTW

Not a single person in the Death Family is warm to touch and can often be cold before bed, their houses and nests are always somehow really warm and blanket full

Missa and Phil built a small shelf in the kitchen in the house at old spawn, Missa and Chayanne have filled it with cookbooks

Tallulah knows how to make perfume and because Missa has been away for a while, Tallulah has been making perfumes for him for when he gets back

Adding onto the last one, there have been lots of ‘failed attempts’, ie Tallulah was being nit picky with the scents and trying to figure out exactly what he likes

Missa will like anything and everything given to him, so long as it’s made with love

Phil, on the other hand, will like everything and anything given to him even if it’s given with hate, because he assumes the other has a connection to it (assumes they might just like things like he does)

When Missa first left on the old spawn Phil used to make small dinners for him that wouldn’t go bad for a while just in case Missa came back when he came back

Overtime, they would get more complex and put in the fridge with a note left for him

Every single meal, regardless of what it is, will have toast cut in the shape of Phil’s had with avocado making the green stripes, and another toast cut like a skull with blueberries for the details

Chayanne used to stress bake when his parents were gone, and that improved his skills in cooking really quickly

Tallulah walks extremely quietly, Chayanne picked this up and it scares Phil every time

Despite his parents vibes and all that, Chayanne refuses to wear black sweaters specifically, shirts are on thin ice and black k shorts or pants are a coin flip, this is because he doesn’t like flour showing on them when he doesn’t want to use an apron

Tallulah used to pick at her nails when nervous, but started picking at flowers instead and now her nails hurt if she scratches you

It doesn’t matter who you are, if you become apart of the Death Family, the first thing you’re taught is how to paint your nails

When Phil doesn’t have a bookmark with him and when his wings had healed enough, he would pluck a feather out and use it as a bookmark

Either Phil or Missa doggy ears pages in a book and genuinely can’t tell who, I just think one of them does even if they have a bookmark available

There are a shit ton of keychains on Phil’s bag, you give him one, it could be of anything (besides anything fed related), it’s going on that bag

Phil sometimes wishes he could proper speak bird, I guess, this is only so he could also flirt with and compliment Missa in another language like he does

Chayanne has crocs

When Tallulah cut her hair, she asked for a photo of Missa and mimicked his hairstyle

Whenever Missa is awake/goes to sleep with Phil, the eggs silently rejoice because those two hug each other extremely closely when they sleep

Despite Missa being gone for the longest time, when Phil didn’t come back on Mexican Independence Day, he developed a fear of him leaving him, like physically being far away when he didn’t know where he is and if he was okay, he understands now what Phil feels when he’s gone

Missa, because he’s the tallest between a bird man and children, will pick them up and spin them, even if only for a bit lmao he’s not strong

Adding onto that one, whenever Phil is too excited or stress or just overwhelmed with any emotions, Missa spins him around to help and it works for some reason

Phil started to spin himself in circles when overwhelmed and when Missa was gone

After the birdhouse and when Phil was physically alone, he used to sit by a crafting table with rocks and ores and make little figures of Chayanne, Tallulah and Missa, they weren’t the best and didn’t the proportions weren’t amazing, but he spent weeks on each one and added little faces with a marker

He left the Chayanne and Tallulah statues on their respective beds, with Missa beside the flower pot, hoping they would be replaced with the real people when he woke up

They never were, but Phil put them in the window upstairs once the eggs were back

When the eggs first went missing, Phil took out some cookbooks, and every single meal that looked frequently used/visited was made, and always left out for Missa

If they weren’t eaten, Phil would eat half of it for his dinner the next day, the other half in a fridge

He actually made Missa a fridge to put all these meal in and painted it to suit his vibes

The trash cans used to always filled with sticky notes because everyday, Phil would write ‘Dinner for you’ with a silly little doodle on it for Missa if he returned while sleeping

Tallulah writes in cursive

When Missa was gone, Phil used to write his name like Misƨa (second s is backwards) and make the tops each s look like half a heart, so it made a heart in his name

Missa picked up on this and always wrote Philza instead of Phil so he could put a heart with the z and a

Im bad at explaining so this is what I mean by their names:

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katesimblr · 11 months

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Italian restaurant

Part 2 of the Willow Creek make overs is an Italian Restauraunt. It has three floors, an open area where you can watch the pizza maker cooking, a private room where you can eat undisturbed with your family and a large room for couples in love and larger groups. In the basement there is a wine cellar for tastings and a small secret room reminiscent of Prohibition. Adjacent to the restaurant is a tiny bubbletea store. On the opposite side of the restaurant is a cozy but pre-stuffed multi-story bookstore and a two-story men's clothing store.

Thanks to all creators who made this house possible with their CC, like @13pumpkin31, @akuiyumi, @baufive, @billsscc, @tububsubub, @k-hippie, @kkbsmm, @LadyMoriel, @msteaqueen, @Pocci, @radioactivedotcom and many many more.

To see the other parts of the collection here.

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ceeplays · 5 months

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Favorite Default Replacements & Game Override Mods (Part 2 - Food & Kitchen, and World Overrides)

A compiled list of my favorite default replacement and override mods from the past year, plus a few classics that I just couldn't leave out. This is Part 2/3 of a collection of cc finds (links to the other parts below).

(More info and download links below the cut). ♥

Navigation: - Part 1: Object Overrides (here) - Part 3: Electronics & Font Replacements (here)

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Food & Kitchen Replacements:

@largetaytertots : (1) Coffee To-Go Cup @insimniacreations : (1) Infant Food Replacement @necrodogmtsands4s : (1) Pizza Retexture @oni28 - (1) ThrifTea Menu @littlbowbub : (1) High School Lunch, (2) ThrifTea menu, (3) Ice Cream Shop Menu, (4) Cafe Menu @hydrangeachainsaw : (1) High School Lunch (Kawaii Totoro Bento) @apricotrush : (1) Food Retexture Pack #1, (2) Food Retexture Pack #2 (Quick Meals), (3) Food Retexture Pack #3 (Lunch Recipes), (4) Pizza Party Retexture (All In-Game Pizzas), (5) Kitchenware Retexture, (6) Breakfast Food Overhaul (All In-Game Breakfast Foods) @channel4sims-cc : (1) Standard Cutting board, (2) Fridge Food Cutting board, (3) Baking Cutting Board (all 3 versions listed here replace different boards in the game, and can be used simultaneously), (4) Milk Bottle, (5) Coffee Bag, (6) High School Lunch (Korean Menu), (7) Pizza Mod, (8) Home Chef Hustle Pizzas @serkisyan : (1) Standard Cutting board (2) Toast Cutting board, (3) Baking Cutting board, (4) Vegetable Cutting board, (5) Wine Bottles, (6) Curry spices, Saffron & Pepper, (7) Salt & Pepper Shakers, (8) Coffee Bags, (9) Coffee To-Go Cup, (10) Cooking Pots, (11) Cooking Pans, (12) Kitchen Knife

World Overrides:

@melbrewer367 : (1) San Myshuno Apartment Hallways (this one is game. changing.) @lu-sims (original creator unknown) : (1) Background Buildings Replacement @ebonixsims : (1) San Myshuno Signs & Billboards, (2) University Coffee Stall (becomes starbucks) @wilderbees : (1) San Myshuno Bridge @alerionjkeee : (1) San Sequoia Bridge @miikocc : (1) Fluffy Clouds, (2) Kawaii Moon, (3) Pastel World @lotharihoe : (1) Out of the Dark, (2) Purple Skies, (3) Brighter Walls & Foundations, (4) Cubemap Remover @lady-moriel : (1) Clouds, (2) Plants, (3) Chesnut Ridge Clouds, (4) Flowers & Grass @bessy : (1) EA Cabinet Light & Shader @peacemaker-ic : (1) No Occluder Appliances @k-hippie : (1) Literally all the K-Mods @sims41ife : (1) Strangerville Retexture

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the end! ♥

#ceesfinds #ts4 default replacement #ts4 override #ts4overrides #ts4defaultreplacement #ts4 #thesims4 #simblr

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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Non-Human Whump Things

Content: Non-human whump, vampire whump, fairy whump, immortal whump, asphyxiation, gore, mouth whump, burns, drugging, forced to hurt, android whump, robot whump, [mentioned] autocannibalism, force feeding, [mentioned] caretaker-turned-whumpee, reluctant whumper, broken bones, waterboarding, giant whump.

Declawing a catperson.

Forcing an android's creator (caretaker) to kill them.

Pulling out a vampire's fangs.

Abandoning a robot in the rain.

Shattering a catperson's ankles so they're forced to crawl like an actual cat.

Tearing off a fairy's wings.

Hanging an immortal by the neck.

Waterboarding/drowning a robot.

Using a tiny whumpee as a stress ball.

Restraining a vampire with silver.

Training a giant for a circus act.

Keeping an android's nerve sensors on during maintenence/a fix.

Stabbing a vampire's caretaker so they can feed.

Cooking bits of an immortal whumpee's body into food (bonus points if they then have to eat it later on)

Docking a catperson's tail.

Feeding a vampire human food (won't do much but it'll taste horrible)

Tying a tiny whumpee up with rubber bands because they've got nothing else small enough. Perhaps they just want to see how many rubber bands it takes to make their little body explode like they do with watermelons.

Lock an immortal in a room during a heatwave (highly recommend Heat Wave (Part 1) and Heat Wave (Part 2) from the K&J series by @whumpsday if that's something you're into!)

Locking a catperson outside at night.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenarios #whump prompts #whumpee #robot whumpee #immortal whumpee #non human whumpee #vampire whump #fairy whump #tiny whumpee #caretaker turned whumpee

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udretlnea · 1 year

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In the Court of the Creator

Prompts: Inspired by Minecraft!Reader by @fandomshenanigans, Wardens in the Chasm idea by @mists-reading-nook & Alt!+OG!Reader by @questionotmystopit

Summary: You are brought before the Divine Creator after getting caught in the Chasm. However, before your fate is sealed they suddenly take an interest in your appearance, but why?

A/N: Originally there was supposed to be a two-page short comic serving as the introduction, but during the creative process I realized that 1) I was staying up too late that I simply couldn’t get my body to cooperate in drawing it, and 2) the end result was…not ideal to me; thus I had to scrap it and go ahead with just the story. If you’re wondering what I was doing…yeah it was all of that planning, writing, and internal discussion. Anyway, here’s the piece I was able to finally write and I hope you all enjoy it! (Normally I keep their gender ambiguous, but I really, really wanna write a male reader. Oh, and there’s that 100-follower event I’m cooking...my, I’m gonna be quite busy!)

TW: Precision F-word strike.

Words: 2.3 k

Proofread by: @soleillunne

It was cold inside the lifeless, marble halls of Celestia. Your wrists were beginning to chafe with how tight the cuffs were; you tried to rub them together to try to loosen them, but it was in vain. Defeated, you merely continued trudging ahead of your captor.

“Keep moving,” a dignified female voice behind you ordered. You suppressed an eye roll. “We’ll be inside the throne room shortly. There, the Creator of Teyvat will judge you, imposter.”

There were those words again. Creator. Imposter. Words that you were familiar with after hearing them countless times ever since you found yourself trapped here with no way back home. How many times did you recite a prayer to this God of Gods hoping for some miracle to show you a way back? How many times did you catch people throwing you dirty looks, muttering about you being gifted for looking like their god; they stopped after you decided to wear a blindfold. Only the truly envious ones had the gall to call you an imposter.

You didn't care about that. You just wanted to sell your potions and find a way back to your beloved Minecraft world.

“Halt! We’ve arrived.” Your recollection is interrupted by the sudden command. You shake your head. Your eyebrows raised at the impossibly huge set of doors. On either side were some kind of giant robots with a single menacing orange eye. They were adorned with miniature white tree branches on their shoulders. Both of them peered down at you as if silently judging your sins.

Your jailer stepped towards them; she was a tall female with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, and wore a navy coat-no, that’s called a tailcoat. She made a salute to the robot closest to her; it made a rumbling noise before it signaled to the other one. They both turned and pushed open the doors. The hinges groaned like phantoms singing in an opera.

“Alright, let’s go,” said Ponytail.

The throne room was sparsely decorated, but the translucent floor that resembled the night sky made up for that. You instinctively looked up and couldn't help but lower your jaw in awe; up in the ceiling was a painting of a humongous figure draped in a white cloak with gold accents. There were stars on and around the body. Their arms were outstretched like they were expecting a hug.

You looked forward and felt your breath hitch. In the distance was a hooded figure sitting on a throne with two others standing on either side. Behind it was the open sky; there were no windows, meaning one could jump from there and fall from a great height.

Okay, that’s enough intrusive thoughts.

You got close enough that you observed the people standing in front of the throne. To your left was a young woman with antlers and salmon-pink shoulder-length hair. She wore a dark red and black crop top and skirt; she had bright teal eyes with ovoid pupils. To your right was a tall beautiful woman with short hair with blue accents at the end; she wore a dark bodysuit with silver accents and a white fur coat draped over her back. A rather shiny bracelet was on her right wrist.

In her hand was your staff; it was a green metallic stick with a small cylinder protruding from the top with an orange square block inserted in between. They stared at you two as you stopped in front of them.

“As per protocol, I will begin listing off the crimes the guilty party has committed.” Antlers said with neutrality. She opened a scroll she was holding and cleared her throat. “According to eyewitness reports, you have been selling dangerous items to civilians with powerful effects without a legal permit. Furthermore, you entered a highly dangerous and closed-off area in Liyue, witnessed a highly confidential location, and put the lives of several miners in danger.”

You felt some measure of indignancy swell within you. “Hey come on! It’s not my fault I spawned a Deep Dark biome. My staff was broken and I needed components to fix it. When I heard of a mine just west of Liyue, I didn’t realize it was closed off. Furthermore, my staff…went haywire because of some weird energy down there that infected it which ended up creating that biome.”

“There were a couple Millileth stationed there. Was it not obvious?” Blue stated coldly.

“Of-of course, but I was worried about the consequences if I didn’t fix my staff,” you sigh inwardly. You lick your lips. “And I didn’t know those miners were there. Also, if they ran into a strange new area without any common sense, then that’s on them not me.”

“So you admit to being in the Chasm, but you do not deny that you were selling contraband?” Antlers recounted in a controlled voice.

“I didn’t know how things operated in Liyue! I keep telling you that I’m not from here!” You were starting to feel a headache coming on, and the conversation hadn’t lasted five minutes! “Besides, I only sold to those who were desperate AND rich enough to buy my wares. Also, I only gave some potions of instant healing to those who brought their sick family members; I would never give potions that could harm anyone, I’m not a bad guy!”

Antlers opened her mouth, but a noise beside her made her pause.

Blue hummed. “Your staff. It is most peculiar. I’ve never seen Thaumaturgy like this before. Spill. Who are you, truly? Being some ordinary person with the creator’s face is one thing, but having access to dangerous magic as this is another.”

“If I told you, would you let me go?” You asked hotly.

“Depends on a number of factors like if this correlates to Abyssal magic, but in reality you’ll probably get a lighter sentence like a lifetime sentence in jail. It’s a much better alternative than getting executed, if you like enclosed spaces that is.”

“Wow. That’s so generous of you. Let me think about-no,” you said flatly. There was no telling what Minecraft logic would do here when something as basic as the elements were used for practical use.

“Hm. A shame. It appears we’re gonna have to execute you after all.” You feel hands behind you grip your shoulders. You try to throw Ponytail off, but blue glowing ropes suddenly spawned and wrapped your legs and arms.

This…couldn’t be it! You had a home to get back to, a cat to pet and feed! So many projects would be unrealized if you died here!

“Hold.” A new voice spoke up. It took you a second to realize it was the figure on the throne. They snapped their fingers and pointed at Blue, then at you. Blue nodded and the bracelet on her right glowed; the ropes on your body disappeared and Ponytail released her grip on you.

The creator stepped down from their throne towards you. You try to back away, but Ponytail puts a hand on your shoulder and you pause; you do your best not to tremble at how this all-powerful being was looking at you despite not seeing their eyes.

“Look at me.” They say commandingly in an ethereal and firm tone. You do. And in genuine awe. The power this being was radiating was so immense that it was almost suffocating. You felt as if you were an ant, and the more you scrutinized this person, the more you slowly realized your place.

Wait a minute, something’s not right. you think to yourself. You leaned forward so that you could see under his hood somewhat better. You could make out some of their features, and if you squinted you could’ve sworn they looked familiar. Huh, is it me or does this person look like me…! Oh. No way.

You suppress a growing sense of unease building up in your stomach. Your eyebrows comically raise themselves, and to your amusement so do the creator’s.

‘What the heck?’ you both mouth simultaneously. Whether through interest or impulse, the creator stepped down from their throne and stood in front of you. You stood straight. Slowly, the creator reached for their hood; it fell from their head. A chorus of gasps filled the room with one of them being your own. Nobody dared to breathe, fearful that it could break the moment.

Staring back at you was your own face, even down to the jawline. You open your mouth.

“What the fuck?”

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After much discussion that took all day, it was declared by the creator that you would be staying with them under house arrest; you would be supervised by some handpicked acolytes all day. At night, the creator themself would look after you. Luckily, the idea seemed to satisfy the acolytes and no more questions about you were thrown; time would tell if this new protocol needed more polishing.

It was night, and currently, you were sitting in the garden watching a swarm of crystalflies float about. They were pretty to look at already, but they glowed so mesmerizingly at night. You took a deep breath and sighed peacefully.

Then, you felt a presence beside you. You turned your head. It was the creator- you They had their hood off; their hair was long, jet black, and tied in a ponytail. They possessed dark purple eyes with slit pupils; tiny white dots danced in their iris like twinkling stars. Two strands of hair rested on either side of their shoulders. They rested their hands in their lap.

“Hey, you got room for one more?” You simply shrug, uncaring for another presence, but happy that you had company. After another pause, they spoke again. “You…good?”

“Oh yeah, I avoided being thrown into a dark cell and left to rot. Or worse. I’m actually grateful we came up with that story about me being your sibling,” you told him.

“Of course! I’m not so arrogant as to believe that I’m the only version in this multiverse to exist. There have to be others like me out there, and those who weren’t so lucky to be gifted godlike powers the moment they teleported here.” Creator!You looked at you with sudden curiosity. “How did you get here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah, that. Well, you see I was trying to build a portal to the Aether-wait, do you know what Minecraft is?” When they nod you snapped your fingers. “I kept experimenting with different blocks using my command block until I got one working. And being the genius that I was, I decided to test it out myself. I didn’t realize it was a one-way trip until the portal behind me immediately closed. The rest is history.”

“I see…it must be terrifying being in an unknown world having to learn how things work.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth. The slimes are so different from back home. I miss how square everything used to be.”

“Er, apologies for bringing down the mood. That was not my intention.” You wave them off understandingly. They clear their throat, eager to change the subject. “Anyway, have you been keeping up with the news from the multiverse?”

You shake your head. “No. I mean, I didn’t know one could do that.”

“I have my ways of checking, and I encourage you to read up. Knowledge is power after all. I can show you some tomorrow.” They smile and cross their arms. However, it quickly turned upside down. “Apparently, someone went and stole multiple universes from this multiverse.”

“...You mean, someone stole multiple different versions of Teyvat…?” Creator!You nodded. That’s unbelievable! Did you happen to catch how many they took?”

“If I recall correctly, it was exactly 168. Luckily, after a while, they were all put back in their places.”

“Is that number significant?” They shrug before dropping the subject entirely.

The conversation pauses for a moment as the two of you find something else to discuss.

Creator!You huffed. “By the way, what…what should I call you? Because it’s going to be confusing if someone calls for one of us when we’re in the same room. Plus, the ancient manuscripts already refer to ME when it uses our name.”

You laugh excitedly. “Aw man, I was waiting for this moment! I’ve always wanted to change my name to Yu, like Y-U.”

“That sounds adequate, but you’re gonna need a surname too,” said Creator!You. “What about…Nakayama?”

“Nakayama Yu…it has a nice ring to it. I like it! Alright, I’m gonna use that!”

They made an approving noise. “I’m pleased you like it so much. So…you wanna shake hands to, I don’t know, make it official?”

“Sure!” You stuck out an open hand. “I’m Nakayama Yu. It’s a pleasure to meet you, me!”

“Likewise!” They took it and you both shook firmly. You give a breathy chuckle.

It was nighttime, but the air wasn’t cold. You instinctively rubbed at your wrists, as if double-checking there weren’t any cuffs. You chatted away with yourself until you felt sleepy; you went to your guest room, immediately flopped on the bed, and started snoring.

#sagau #genshin self aware #yelan sagau #genshin imagines #yanfei sagau #self aware genshin #jean sagau #genshin fanfic

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acciocriativity · 10 months

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The Cat and The fox III - PSH & JWY - TCTF SERIES

(Pictures aren't mine, credits for the original creators)

Pairing: hybridcat!seonghwa x reader x hybridfox!wooyoung (non-romantic)

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings/tags: mentions of abuse and trauma (not explicited); hurt/comfort; happy "ending"; hybrid au; hybrid series

WC: 2,7 K

N/A: This is the official ending of The Cat and The Fox, BUT if you guys are interested, I'm all for making little snipts of the past and the future for this story with your requests!

Ateez Masterlist

The Cat and The Fox I

The Cat and The Fox II

Seonghwa was the kitty and Wooyoung was the foxy. It took me a while to get to the introductions, since they could barely look at me, even less talk to me.

Some would dare say they were some of the easiest people to live with, but that would be a false statement of a selfish person. They were the hardest roommates to live with for the same reasons, one could say the opposite.

They didn’t ask for a single thing, not even a drop of water.

“Of course, I’m sure, you can just grab what you want”.

The both of them looked at each other before looking at the table full of the different side dishes, fried chicken and the two bowls full of rice in front of them. Then, finally, they moved slowly for the chopsticks.

“Thank you, we’ll eat well”, Seonghwa said and both took a bite of the steaming rice.

That was the first time I heard his voice. It was a sharp contrast to his soft and shy demeanor and he himself seemed shocked to hear it, or maybe he was shocked he actually said something, since his eyes went big, and he recoiled on the chair.

He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the uninteresting table cloth while my eyes were on him, he was clearly tense as his fluffy gray ears were glued to his black hair. So I looked down to my own untouched food and started to eat too.

I tried to be more discreet as I looked over to Wooyoung. It was a weird sight to see Wooyoung, who as a fox had zero shame, be this meek as a human, no, in his human form. Both of them seemed embarrassed, and I thought at first it was just because I saw them naked, which sure, who wouldn’t be dying inside at that situation? But as soon as I looked his way, he seemed to recoil in his seat like he wanted to become smaller and invisible, and I got a glimpse of his tail hugging his own waist.

That was really the same person that just demanded space for himself on my lap as a fox?

If I ever find those moth—

“It’s delicious, thank you for the food and… for everything else”, Seonghwa was the first to spoke up, yet he didn’t look up to me.

Seonghwa as a cat did seem more quiet and calm since the beginning, but he wasn’t like this after being comfortable in the house. They clearly rather their animal forms, but then, why they don’t… shift?

“Yes, the food is excellent, thank you” Wooyoung said something for the first time.

“Well, thank you, I try to cook most days when I’m back from work”, I said as I smiled at them.

His voice was less deep, yet it sounded raspy like Seonghwa’s, and it was clear that they didn’t use it for some time, but I kept this and every other observation to myself.

“Try these two together”, I said as I grabbed one bite of the kimchi and put on Seonghwa’s bowl, then one bite of the rice cake right beside it. I did the same for Wooyoung.

The air seemed less tense around us after that moment, but as I went to sleep that night, I couldn’t call any of that progress.

They were so quiet that an easily distracted person could forget they were in the room

I had to go to work in the morning, but as soon as I got back, it was like I was all alone again. The house was spotless and the blood on the carpet disappeared, it was like nothing happened yesterday. However, the smell of food cooking was unmistakable.

“Seonghwa? Wooyoung?”, I called in a soft tone. I already learned the lesson of not screaming in the house, not even when I’m trying to catch their attention.

There was no response.

I knew at least one of them had to be in the kitchen, but they weren’t on speaking terms quite yet. When I showed them where I left breakfast and lunch for them, I got soft thank you’s again, but nothing more.

My steps announced my presence to the whole house, so at least they would know to expect me soon. It was clear they got easily scared by anything, really.

I went to my room first, left my bags on the bed and went to take a shower. The hot shower helped clear my mind of my current worries. I couldn’t bring my stress over to them, when they were so on edge around the house, yet there was still a big chunk of work waiting for me after dinner.

When I stepped a foot into the hallway, the house was silent as it was before, and I debated calling both of them again, but decided against it. They’d show up when they wanted to, and they’d talk to me when they wanted to. It was hard to keep that in mind, but their decisions deserved that respect and patience.

“Hmm, exc-”

I gasped as my soul almost left my body. I turned around to Wooyoung, just two steps away from me. His face went pale, and his eyes were wide, as he looked around, and I noticed how his tail was around his waist again.

“I’m… I am so sorry, I did not mean to scare you”, he gestured non-stop with his hands. “I wanted to… I just thought that you, no, miss, I-”

I didn’t try to interrupt him, not when that was the most he ever talked to me, I only smiled, a reassurance smile I hoped, as I nodded along.

But he stopped trying. He gulped while playing with his own fingers, looking over my shoulders, but never to me.

“You just wanted to… say that dinner was ready? To call me over to the kitchen?”.

He nodded in an eager way while barely meeting my eyes for a second, then turning to his room.

I didn’t notice the door half open, nor did I hear the light creek of the wood when it opened. It was that moment I released how good they were at being invisible.

“So, let’s go downstairs together then?, I asked as I smiled, and his attention was on me again.

I saw the way his lips curled up, before it faded to a neutral expression. He nodded.

“It smells delicious. Did you both make it or one of you likes to cook more than the other?”, I asked as I walked down first without looking back at him.

Even when we walked, I only heard my footsteps. There were two beats of silence before he answered.

“Seonghwa-hyung and I made it, but he does not cook often”.

There was this smile on his voice, even he hid it off his expression. He sounded happy, and proud and I couldn’t hold my own happiness.

“Oh, speaking of him, is he going to come eat soon?”, I asked as I looked over to him, waiting by the stairs.

Wooyoung looked to the kitchen. The door wide open, yet not a single sound came from it for a few seconds. Then, soft steps reached my ears. A second later, Seonghwa’s flustered face was out, the rest of his body hiding.

“Hm, yes, I will. I was just checking to see if the food was still warm”, he stumbled a bit over his words and disappeared again.

I noticed the table was already set, which left me without nothing to help them with.

“It was really sweet of you both to make dinner for us, thank you”.

A big noise came out of the kitchen, almost like a pair of chopsticks hit the metal of the sink from a high place.

“I’ll go help him, please, take a sit. We want to thank you for your kindness”, Wooyoung said in such a confident tone and a small smile on his face that surprised me a little, but he immediately walked over there as if he didn’t notice himself.

Maybe I could call that some progress.

They were so polite and so respectful

I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

It’s been great 4 days up until now, and they were becoming more and more open as time went by, but something never changed. It was in the way that they spoke, that they moved around the house, even when they sat on the couch. I noticed it all yesterday, the first weekend I was home the whole day. It was perfect. The perfect posture, the perfect tone, the perfect way to walk. It was unsettling, it seemed like they were never relaxed. Again, another perfect opposite of their animal form, it seemed.

I couldn’t make myself ask anything, it would cause more bad than good, but I also couldn’t let those thoughts go. However owned them, maybe still own them, did this, all of it. It was frustrating because I knew that 4 days could not erase it, nothing could erase it, but I wanted to so much.

“That one”, Seonghwa said it at last in that soft tone of voice.

Now the roughness was almost completely gone of their voices, which was a relief, and I liked to think that they looked more healthy now. The slight glance of their bodies I took 5 days ago told me enough about the amount of food they had these past… days? Weeks? I hoped it wasn’t months.

“Are you sure?”, I said it while finishing the popcorn in the kitchen.

It was still hard not to be loud when speaking and the fact that they could perfectly hear me this far if I whispered was still unsettling, but the hardest of them all was to pay attention to make sure I understood what they said.

“Yes, I won rock, paper, scissors, he can not complain”.

I was almost sure I heard Wooyoung complaining right after that, and Seonghwa shushed him quickly.

I came into the living room with two of the three bowls of popcorn that I made for us.

“Here we go”, I gave them theirs and hurried into the kitchen to grab mine.

The silence was understandable since we were paying attention to the screen, now on the 9:56 minute mark of the first Narnia movie, but there was a palpable distance between them and me. The couch wasn’t that big, yet they seemed to leaned away so our shoulders and thighs wouldn’t touch for a moment.

“What do you both think until now?”, I whispered while glancing at both of their faces.

It was fascinating to watch how their eyes brighten up to a scene or how they would be tense from another, reacting like a real open book. I knew the movie by heart anyway, so it wasn’t like I’d lost the plot.

“I wish something like this existed in real life”, Wooyoung whispered with focused eyes on the screen.

“Then the witch would also be real too”, I said.

“There’s people like her already in real life”, Seonghwa said, and I couldn’t do anything other than nod. “But they have a chance against her, right?”

“They do, they have a lot of people, I mean, animals that are going to help them throughout this”, I said while giggling at my own mistake.

“Hey, when did you watch this for the first time?”, Wooyoung turned to me, catching me off guard.

“Hm, I don’t know, when I was 9? I just remember being young”.

He simply nodded and turned back to the TV. Was that supposed to make sense? Seonghwalooked over at me with a small smile.

“They seem a little like hybrids, don’t you think? The only thing is that we don’t speak like that”, he said.

It felt like my mind was blown away. It was true that study with hybrid weren’t news, it came close to a century ago, but back then, nothing was a “success” as it is now. The topic of hybrids has been in people’s lives for a while, but it never occurred to me, it could be related.

“Does that offend you in any way? The similarities, I mean, if it was an inspiration”.

“No, if anything it would be nice to have that much freedom”, Seonghwa’s comment left a bitter taste in my mouth, and I’d be willing to bet they felt the same.

“Maybe you could, you know? There are a lot of different ways a hybrid could live now, there’s…”

The way both looked at me made me shut up. They knew that I was going to say “new laws”. It was everywhere a few months ago when the four new protection-laws for hybrids came into force, but my knowledge ended where the public information ended. I couldn’t know if it was something to be happy about or not, and by the way they looked at each other, it wasn’t.

“If there’s anything that I can do to help the both of you…”, I saw Seonghwa getting ready to interrupted me, but I kept going. “…even if it’s hard, I’ll do it, I promise”, I extended both my pinkies at them.

Wooyoung took my hand at the blink of an eye. “Do you really? Even if t means that we do not have anywhere to go?”, he looked at me with those big brown teary eyes and his voice trembled a little.

Were they worried about that all this time? That I would throw them out?

“Of course, you can stay as long as you both want, didn’t I say that before? I never wanted to make you both stay unwilling though, you both can come and go whenever, haven’t I said that?, I said in a whispered tone, looking into Wooyoung’s eyes

I was scared of ruining that fragile vulnerability that he put was on my hands and I wanted them to believe me, because it was true, and it was clear that I wasn’t as clear the first time.

So I wrapped my hand around his slowly. “I’ll do anything to make sure that you both are going to be okay from now on, is that clear?, I looked from Wooyoung to Seonghwa, who just held out his pinky to me.

“Yes”, Seonghwa answered out loud.

Wooyoung did in his own way. He hugged me to his best ability, considering our position on the couch and the fact that our pinkies didn’t leave each other. I opened my free arm to create some space for Seonghwa, a silent request that he could deny if he wanted to.

He threw himself at us.

“That’s the Seonghwa and Wooyoung that I’ve met and missed dearly”, I said as I attempted to play with their soft hair without touching their ears, which was no easy task since they didn’t stop moving for a second.

Seonghwa looked up from his spot on my arm. “Did you?”, it was like some of the brightness in his eyes came back alive.

“I did, I guess you both give some good cuddles”, I shrugged as I smiled back at him and I felt Wooyoung’s head moving from the spot on my shoulders.

“It was all I needed to know”, Wooyoung said, and before I could ask , I felt his fluffy bright red tail hugging my waist. “You’re locked now”, he whispered like it was a threat and Seonghwa laughed.

“I guess I am”, I tried to play pretend with them, but I couldn’t hold back a smile.

Their proximity wasn’t weird for a second, if anything, I caught myself relaxing right after that moment. Then, only then, I remembered we were supposed to watch the TV and my eyes went back to it.

“Shit, we lost one of the best parts…”

“Can we start from the beginning?”, Seonghwa asked and nested himself on me to get more comfortable.

“We have time, right?”, Wooyoung said from that one same self-claimed spot on my shoulders, and there were still some doubts by the sound of his voice.

“Right, we do have a lot of time from now on”, I said as held tighter onto both of them and I felt the smiles on my skin that they tried to hide, but the ears gave them away while I did my best not to squeal because of how cute it was.

I didn’t care, I didn’t really have to think about it, they were worth the hardships that would come my way, and I’d prove that to them.

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( ⭐️ ) 𑁥౿ ⊹ ‧₊˚ reimouness intro so you know about the creator because why not !!

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Hello nice to meet you, you can call me Reimou i'm happy you're reading this meaning you want to know about me !!

Reimou ⭐️ — I'm 15 was born on the 28 December, i'm black (Congolese, French and Egyptian) my pronouns are she / her

On this page you will mainly find content about shifting // law of assumption // void state and about my journey for the void state as i am very close to my goal, my success story will come soon because i said so !! (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）💗

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Likes ⭐️ — pink, hime gyaru, forest, sea, countryside landscape, sharks, jellyfish, cats, dogs, birds, mouse, rats, pretty clothes, pretty lingerie, cute manga covers, sunset, the moon, sunrise, the sky at night with stars, spicy food, plushies, jjba, Beastars, Given, demon slayer, tokyo revengers, mob100, jjk, spyxfamily, junji ito collection, Ghibli movies, k drama, Boa, Tame Impala, breakcore, classical music, Mitsiki, Tv girl, Yoasobi, Twice, New jeans, Wonder girls, non dualism even if it's still confusing to me, Dharma religions scriptures (i'm Hindu 💗)

Hobbies ⭐️ — drawing, painting, cooking, baking, taking a walk, scripting (I love making new scripts everyday), journaling, napping, reading, piano

DNI ⭐️ — law of assumption antis (y'all are literally wasting time hating), weird yaoi reader/yuri reader (I had my phase please but leave me alone) Porn/Nsfw accs, racists, homophobic, transphobic , any religions hater, sexists, misogynistic, supporter of isr**l

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aperrywilliams · 2 years

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Home (Spencer Reid x Gn!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gn!Reader.

Summary: Reader gets a call from JJ saying that the last case hit Spencer hard. So Reader is determined to make Spencer feel at home when he returns.

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Mention of Mexico, Cat Adams, and Spencer’s PTSD.

A/N: This one is based on this request. A little comfort and fluff to start Monday. Have a great week, everyone! Do you want to be added to the taglist? Go HERE

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Thursday afternoon found you in the grocery store. You decided it was time to make a proper meal at home. After a week full of take-out, you craved some different.

This pattern usually happens when your boyfriend Spencer is away for a case. You don’t feel like cooking for yourself, so you prefer to order some Chinese and eat on the couch while watching a soap opera on TV.

The informal and relaxed routine at home doesn’t prevent you from worrying about Spencer, though. You usually talk to or text him at night when he is on cases, but sometimes you get only radio static. You know he can be busy, so you try not to freak out, but after what happened in Mexico, it’s difficult not picturing the worst. You still remember like it was yesterday when Emily called you to tell you what happened. At some point, you really thought you would lose Spencer locked in Milburn.

Walking down the aisles, you were about to stop to grab some vegetables when your phone went off. You took it out of your jeans pocket and saw JJ’s name on the screen. Your stomach immediately clenched. Last night you hadn’t been able to talk to Spencer, and during the day, he didn’t answer the text you wrote him in the morning. Nervously, you pressed the green button.

“Hello? JJ?”

“Hi (Y/N). I’m sorry if you are busy right now. Can you talk?” JJ questioned. The knot in your stomach tightened.

“Uh- It’s okay. I - I can talk. Is something wrong? Is Spencer okay?” You hastened to ask.

“Yes! He’s fine. We just landed, and we‘re going to the case debriefing. I’m calling you because this one was pretty intense for Spence. And I know he won’t admit it, but I’m worried; I have seen some of his PTSD since yesterday. I just wanted you to know,” JJ explained.

“Oh. Okay. I get it. Thanks, JJ. For letting me know. The case? Was related to Mexico?”

“Not quite, but the unsub acted pretty much like Cat Adams. I think that triggered his initial discomfort,” JJ told you.

Your poor Spencer. It took him months to appease the nightmares. He usually woke up screaming and crying. When it started, you didn’t know how to help him, but with time, you learned how to soothe him so he could relax in your arms and fall asleep again.

After hanging up, you started to move faster. Spencer would be at home in an hour and a half top, and you knew how exhausted your boyfriend would look. Plus, the information JJ gave you was enough reason for you to do something about it.

The keys jingle in the lock alerted you that Spencer was at home. You were chopping some vegetables and putting them in the pan. You wanted to stop your doing and rush to hug him, but you knew better.

Spencer needed at least some minutes to realize he wasn’t at the BAU or catching monsters anymore, so you kept cooking, trying to act normal.

You heard the thud of his go-bag on the floor. The slow and heavy steps cracking on the wooden floor were another clue of the weightiness he must have held on his shoulders. You smiled at him when he was at your sight in the kitchen.

“Hey, handsome,” you greeted. Spencer looked at you with a weary expression on his face.

“Hey,” he responded, leaning on the door frame whit arms crossed over his chest as he tried to conceal the exhaustion. Averting your gaze, he attempted to evade any question you would have. There wasn’t a hug; there wasn’t a loving kiss.

Surely you would notice something wasn’t okay, but his voice was gone, and his body didn’t let him move.

You just turned off the oven and walked to him without saying anything. He still didn’t want to see you. Tugging one of his arms to unfold, you opened your arms and hugged him. Spencer hugged you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“You are home, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” you mumbled, tenderly caressing his scalp. A muffled sob escaped his lips.

“I’ve missed you. I didn’t even reply to your text. I’m sorry,” Spencer sobbed.

“I’ve missed you too, Spencer. But you are here now; it’s all that matters. Do you want to talk about it?” He knew what you were asking. Spencer shook his head, not leaving his right spot on your neck. Being in your arms and smelling your scent was the only thing grounding him right now.

“It’s okay; you don’t have to talk now, but you need to eat, though,” you asserted.

“I’m not hungry,” he refuted, parting from your embrace. His glassy eyes only added more exhaustion to his face.

“Baby, please. I’m sure you didn’t eat the past few days properly,” you guessed.

“I just want to go to bed,” Spencer mumbled, briefly rubbing his palms over his eyes. Your hand came to rest on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

“Tunnel vision?” You asked. He nodded, blinking several times. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the hallway, where the light was dimmer than in the kitchen.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you get a bath, change your pajama, and then decide if you want to eat something before bed.”

Spencer considered your words and shrugged.

“Okay.”

You led him to the bathroom. Spencer’s brows furrowed when he saw the room littered with aromatic candles. He could smell the faint scent of lavender from the candles mixed with vanilla from the bubbling water in the tub.

“How did you-” Spencer wanted to ask. You smiled at him, pecking his lips as your hands working on his clothes.

“Let me take care of you, okay?” You asked, removing his tie.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to. I’ll be okay,” he told you, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“I don’t have to, but I want to. Please?” A kiss on his cheek accompanied your request.

Spencer sighed. It was always difficult to accept that he needed to be cared for too.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

As you helped him to get rid of his clothes, you could feel how his body gave up. He barely raised his arms so you could take his undershirt off. When he was fully naked, you helped him to step into the bathtub. Once the warm water enveloped his body, he let out a contented sigh. With eyes closed, his head rested on the edge of the tub.

Spencer seemed lost in thought when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw you with the shampoo bottle in your hands.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked. You chuckled.

“Not this time. I already told you, love. I’m going to take care of you. Now close your eyes, baby; I’m going to wash your hair.”

Gently, you massaged his scalp, spreading the lather over his curls, then rinsed them. Spencer looked so relaxed that you were sure he had fallen asleep at some point.

When you were done, you soaped his body and gave it the same attention you paid to his hair.

Spencer opened his eyes and looked at you adoringly. Your gaze met his, and you chuckled.

“What?” you asked playfully.

“I love you,” he said.

“Wait till you see what I made for dinner,” you joked.

Once ready, you left him alone to take his time getting out of the tub and drying off. You left one of his pajamas on the bed and went to the kitchen to finish dinner.

When Spencer was ready and shown in the living, a plate of his favorite meal was waiting on the table. Only the lights of the lamps were on so as not to have the place too bright. You knew about his photo-sensitivity and didn’t want to give him a headache.

A smile spread across his face when he saw the table.

“I told you,” you reminded him. “Come, love. It will do you good to eat something.”

You guys sat across from each other, and Spencer’s appetite seemed to have whetted because not ten minutes had passed, and his plate was nearly empty. Neither of you spoke during that time. But it wasn’t an awkward silence. Instead, it was nice to be able to enjoy each other’s company.

After sipping some of his water, Spencer cleared his throat.

“The unsub was doing the same thing Cat did to me,” he murmured. Your gaze moved from your plate to his eyes.

Spencer was looking at you with those kicked puppy eyes.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Did you catch him?”

“Catch her. Yes, we did. But it wasn’t easy, and I wasn’t much help either. I felt so useless (Y/N). I can’t believe it still affects me this much,” Spencer confessed, averting your gaze.

You took his hand across the table so he would look at you again.

“Spencer, love. You have every right to be affected by this. What happened to you is not something that will go away overnight. And maybe not in a year, or maybe never. But you’ve been strong enough to face it and continue your life. That’s what matters. And if there are days that are better than others, no one can blame you for that. And I’m sure the team understands that. Don’t torture yourself with those thoughts.”

Spencer squeezed your hand appreciatively.

“You’re right. Sometimes it’s hard to see and accept, though,” Spencer recognized.

You huffed playfully.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept that I’m usually right, but you should get used to it.”

Spencer’s face turned red and shocked.

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant when I said that - I mean, what I wanted to say was that the hard part was-” Spencer stuttered. You started to laugh.

“I know what you meant, Spencer. I’m messing with you.”

Spencer eased then and laughed. It was a genuine laugh. Mission accomplished.

After dinner, you guys moved over to the couch.

You were sitting, and Spencer was lying with his head on your lap while you played with his hair, something you knew he loved very much. A playlist that both of you liked was playing over the speakers.

From the moment you saw him walk in tonight, only now could you tell that Spencer was utterly relaxed. After telling you what happened in the last case and how much it had affected him, it seemed like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

And so it was. Spencer could only repeat to himself how lucky he was to have you by his side. No one had ever put so much effort into these kinds of details towards him before.

Spencer had never felt so blessed to be able to come to his home and truly feel like it was home to him. That happened when you came into his life.

“How are you feeling?” You asked in a whisper so as not to scare him. He turned to see you.

“Like at home,” he answered.

“Well, indeed, you are home, baby.” you joked. Spencer chuckled, and his eyes began to sparkle.

“It wasn’t like that before, though,” he stated. Spencer sat on the couch to get a better look at you. You frowned.

“I mean that this space wouldn’t feel like home if you weren’t here. It would be just four walls with some rooms and furniture.”

Your cheeks flushed at his admission.

“Oh, please, are you suggesting that I’m so loud that I fill up spaces?” You tried to joke to hide how flustered you felt, averting his gaze. Spencer tilted up your chin with his fingers.

“Hey, I’m serious. What you did for me today, and what you have done for me since we met, only makes me fall more in love with you every day. And asking you to move in with me was the best thing I’ve ever done. For now,” he winked at you, and you grinned.

“Are you saying there are better things to come?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“If it’s by your side, I’m sure it will. I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered, leaning in so he could kiss you.

“I love you too, Spencer Reid,” you said, closing the gap between you and letting his lips capture yours.

It was a sweet kiss where Spencer showed you how important you were to him. You reciprocated in the same way, conveying your feelings as well.

This was the life you wanted. Next to whom you were sure was the love of your life.

The man who had hidden a velvet box with an engagement ring in his sock drawer.

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aroworlds · 4 months

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Pride Patch Patterns: January 2024

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prestigeforsims · 10 months

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★ about me

Hello <3

My name is Prestige and I’m 20 years old enjoying a future lifestyle through my sims. I’m currently in college studying Business Entrepreneurship with a minor in Interior Design. Activities I do on my spare time is pilates, binge-watching on Netflix, tapping into love island, cook, and do selfcare. I’ve been simming since I was 12 years old starting out with Sims 3. Since then, I can’t seem to let it go. My gameplay style is exquisite and aesthetically pleasing for my soft simmers to enjoy.

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better in-game lighting mod | sunblind lighting mod | khippie k | cashmere gshade preset | serene gshade preset

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★ tiktok ➝ @prestigesims

★ youtube ➝ prestigesims

★ twitter ➝ @prestigeforsims

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katesimblr · 1 year

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Cyber Harbor

The Cyber Harbor is an industrial site with a cyberpunk style apartment and small bar. The apartment is on three levels and has two bedrooms, a large fitness area and a basketball court. There are secret rooms and corridors. There is also a simple bar for those who want to play with the mod live in buissness by littlemssam.

It's not all functional but most of it is. All basic things like cooking, sleeping, showering work. I wish you a lot of fun with it and if you publish screenshots I would be very happy about a link to see your cool photos.

Thanks to all creators who made this house possible with their CC, like @akuiyumi, @animefemme69, @baufive, @chicklet, @k-hippie, @kkbsmm, @meinkatz, @radioactivedotcom, @thetrashisoutcc and many many more.

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onepiece-oc-archives · 7 months

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Oda-approved questions to help build your OC

If you head to the One Piece Wiki page of the Straw Hats and take a look at the Miscellaneous section, you'll find a lot of trivia questions about the Straw Hats that Eiichiro Oda, the creator of One Piece, has answered in the Q&A portion attached to some manga chapters, called an SBS. I like to call those answers "Straw Hat Fun Facts" and I love them, because they work really well if you want to flesh out your OC and give them a bit more life and depth.

So, even if you're not planning on making your OC a Straw Hat, these questions might still be helpful for you to think about.

The way I'm gonna structure this post for the sake of avoiding spoilers is I'm gonna list all current LA Straw Hats with their facts and all future confirmed Straw Hats will have their facts mentioned without their name, if it makes sense to mention them. That way you can avoid duplicates within the crew if you want to do that and still have no clue about who's gonna join. I'm also gonna comment on how the various fun facts apply to the live action adaptation wherever applicable.

If you're looking for people's birthdays, I'm gonna make another post about them, don't you worry. But you won't find them here.

Animal Resemblances

Luffy: Monkey

Zoro: Shark/Tiger

Nami: Cat

Usopp: Armadillo/Chameleon

Sanji: Duck/Bighorn Sheep

Others: Reindeer, Red Panda, Crane, Falcon, Bull, Rhinoceros, Horse, Giraffe, Whale Shark, Bear

I don't think any of them were mentioned or referenced just yet in the live action, aside from Luffy's name having the word Monkey in it, but that doesn't count. I'm pretty sure we'll get some hints in the future though since these just have such great potential for easter eggs.

Specific Numbers

Now, this is a category that's a bit more complicated because each Straw Hat has at least two signature numbers, for very different reasons. Everyone has a main number based on when they joined, with Luffy being number 1. The second number is the same but it skips Luffy, making Zoro number 1, but this version is rarely used, if ever at all. Then there's the possibility of a Straw Hat getting a number assigned to them based on a pun, whether that be based on their name, their devil fruit, or something entirely different. I'll explain pun numbers in a bracket.

Luffy: 01, 56 (go-mu)

Zoro: 02/01

Nami: 03/02, 73 (na-mi)

Usopp: 04/03

Sani: 05/04, 32 (san-ji), 59 (ko-kku = cook)

Others: 06/05 - 10/09, 110, 87, 26, 43

Now, you may ask: "Evie, I wanna have a pun number for my OC, how do they work?" I got you, buddy. You can make your own pun numbers using a technique called goroawase, using this handy chart I made based on a Wikipedia chart. Everything I added is in (brackets) and consists of variants that would technically be possible due to my own understanding of goroawase, but might not be commonly used.

On a very basic level, all you have to do to create your pun number is to grab the readings from this table and glue them together. I took some work off your shoulders by adding the phonetic changes you can use, indicated by the arrows. You can also only use the first syllable of a reading or add or remove an n at the end of readings that end in vowels or n's. As you can see whith Sanji's ko-kku, you can duplicate consonants, and you can also turn short vowels into long vowels (tsu -> tsū, for example), both for spelling reasons. If you need to transcribe a c, either use an s or a k (or whatever else fits), depending on the pronunciation.

Here are some examples with my OCs:

Cora: 96 (ko-ra) or 25510 (a-ka-i-to - would be very unusual due to its number of digits, but I think I'll use this as a plot device in a future fic!)

Luna: 67 (lu-na/ru-na)

Inari: 576 (i-na-ri) or 53 (ka-mi)

Create away!

Specific Colors

This was in the live action! And I think we'll definitely see something similar again later.

You can't really see it that well but here are Luffy, Nami and Zoro lit up in their respective colors - red, orange and green respectively! I tried to take a better screenshot but, alas, Netflix will not let me.

Luffy: red (aka)

Zoro: green (midori)

Nami: orange (orenjī)

Usopp: yellow (kiiro)

Sanji: blue (ao)

Others: pink (pinku), purple (murasaki), light blue (mizuiro), white (shiro), black (kuro), ochre (ōdoiro)

As you can see, we pretty much have the whole rainbow here, which makes picking a unique color for your OC pretty hard, BUT it's completely allowed to use different shades of the same color (see: blue vs light blue), which is why I listed the Japanese color names for you. I did some digging and it turns out that these are the names of some of Japan's traditional colors. Those traditional colors don’t always match up with what my impression of the character's color is, BUT I made this handy little graphic for you:

In case there are any animal-related characters around and for those of you who like describing smells in their fanfic (me too, me too), this might be very useful!

These are all of the Straw Hats' specific colors (top row) according to the overview of Japanese traditional colors I linked for you above, their color names underlined with my perception of what color Oda might actually have been referring to, in modern terms. As for the grey names beneath orange and pink, those are the traditional colors from the overview that I used to replace the romanized English colors, based on what the first translation that popped up was. The columns directly underneath are a selection of different shades of the same color, also with their names. It just goes to show that you have a huge variety of colors to choose from for your OC - Japan's traditional colors alone are about 1,000 different colors and you can definitely play with hex codes some more. So, go wild!

Specific Smells

Luffy: meat

Zoro: steel (and probably blood, let’s be honest)

Nami: mikan (tangerines, essentially) and money

Usopp: gunpowder

I'd say everyone smells of the sea at least a little bit, realistically speaking, since they are pirates.

Sanji: cigarettes and seafood (and I'm willing to bet he wears some type of cologne or aftershave or something)

Favourite Type of Island and Season

Luffy: summer but he also loves snow, basically everywhere with meat

Zoro: autumn on an autumn island

Nami: summer on a spring island

Usopp: summer on an autumn island

Favourite Food

Sanji: a spoilery gag, so get creative!

We either directly see some of these in the live action or can easily guess.

Luffy: any kind of meat

Zoro: white rice (specifically in the shape of onigiri aka rice balls), sea beast meat, any food that compliments sake (though he's also pretty fond of beer, at least in the live action)

Nami: mikans (tangerines) and most other fruits

Usopp: pike from an autumn island and other fish of the season

Sanji: spicy sea food pasta, food that compliments black tea

Others: not really relevant but maybe interesting; cotton candy, chocolate, sweet stuff in general, sandwiches, not-too-sweet cakes, food that compliments coffee, basically anything that you can find at McDonald's, curry, mozoku seaweed with vinegar and fruits

Basically, Sanji gets to juggle around a whole lot of different flavours and cultural influences - and he does it really well and finds a way to make everything special, by the way! He generally favors the ladies in his cooking though.

Least Favourite Food

Even Sanji can't make them like everything. Their reasons for not liking something are very different, so they probably still eat it, especially if it's used in something Sanji prepared because he's their cook

Luffy: Cherry pie

Zoro: Chocolate (yes, chocolate! Adds a lot more depth to the scene of him eating Rika's rice balls, doesn't it?) - it's too sweet

Nami: orangette (candied orange peels) - she prefers actual fruit

Usopp: mushrooms - he got sick once

Sanji: konjac (Japanese konjac gel is usually made by mixing flour from the konjac plant with seaweed; it pretty much tastes like nothing and is used mainly for its texture) - it's not nutritious

Others: anything spicy, chewing gum, marshmallows, lemons, parfait

As a Family

This is part of the reason why Oda said there would be no romances within the crew in canon - but this is fandom, he has no power here. Feel free to ignore any of these roles and substitute canon with your own

Luffy: fourth son

Zoro: first son

Nami: daughter

Usopp: third son

Sanji: second son

Others: another child, parents and grandparents

Real-world Nationalities

Now, this is interesting, because these played a part in how the Straw Hats were cast for the live action!

Luffy: Brazilian (Mexican in the live action)

Zoro: Japanese

Nami: Swedish (her actress is American, but she was kept as white)

Usopp: unspecified African (his actor is Jamaican-American, so it sort of checks out)

Sanji: French (Sanji's actor is very international, but he's not French - I do believe Sanji is still supposed to be at least part French in the live action though, at least he still has an affinity for the language and he may very well have grown up multilingual)

Others: Canadian, Russian, American, Austrian, Indian

Inner Brain

Basically: What are the five words their brain/subconscious circles around?

Luffy: meat, meat, meat, meat, pirate king

Zoro: sword, sword, strength, train, sleep

Nami: money, money, money, money, beauty

Usopp: warrior, lies, lies, run, run

Suited Flower

Sanji: You guessed it, it's a spoiler-y gag. But, to summarize, he thinks about cooking and women

These were actually answered by one of the voice actresses for the anime (except for Luffy and Zoro's alternates) but they're Oda-approved! I know fanfic writers love flower language, so rejoice!

Luffy: cosmos, sunflower

Zoro: thistle, wisteria

Nami: sunflower

Usopp: daisy

Sanji: delphinium

Others: tulip, casablanca, anemone, rose, peony

Blood Type

-> this is a topic for another post since it's more of a life fact than a fun fact, isn't it? Maybe, I'll put the blood types in with the birthdays and make a sort of Straw Hat info post?

How often do they bathe?

Bathe, not shower, I would assume. Zoro showers after training... right?

Luffy: once a week

Zoro: once a week

Nami: every day

Usopp: once every three days

Sanji: every day

Typical Hours of Sleep

The only reference to this we have in the live action is Zoro's habit of napping. An interesting thing to note is that the Straw Hats' sleep schedules largely coincide in just such a way that someone is always awake - except for during one hour. Maybe this really is a coincidence or maybe this is a habit they built while travelling together. They do still have night watches though, I believe. But that means there's usually always someone to keep the night watch company :)

Luffy: no set time, but usually sleeps around 5 hours

Zoro: 4am to 7am (3 hours) + naps

Nami: 11pm to 7am (8 hours)

Usopp: 1am to 8am (7 hours)

Sanji: 12am to 5am (5 hours)

In conclusion, more than half of the crew has no idea what a healthy sleep schedule is. This is a pattern that's gonna continue, by the way...

Suitable Careers

Basically what careers they would have if they weren't pirates. Their actual careers in-universe also don't count.

Luffy: firefighter

Zoro: police officer (I will not accept this slander)

Nami: childcare worker

Usopp: graphic designer

Sanji: beauty salon worker

Others: elementary school teacher, cabin attendant, pilot, detective, train station attendant

Cooking Specialities

What are they best at cooking? According to Usopp in the live action, none of the guys besides Sanji can even boil water, so I'm willing to assume Sanji may have taught them a little. A lot. Not Luffy though. He's still a disaster.

Luffy: raw meat on a plate

Zoro: sashimi - a dish consisting of variously cut raw fish and meat

Nami: roasted duck with mikan sauce

Usopp: fish and chips

Sanji: literally anything, but he prefers seafood

Who would win a 50m sprint?

Only the current Straw Hats count here.

Fifth: Nami

Fourth: Usopp (he's already fairly fast, mind you)

Third: Zoro, slowed down because he got lost (but I still don’t think he could beat the people ranked higher than him, I'm sorry, Oda)

Second: Luffy

First: Sanji

Alcohol Tolerance

Another very useful one for fanfics! Tolerance doesn't equal how much they like drinking, by the way. I'd be willing to bet that the Straw Hats' alcohol tolerances got toned down in the live action, or at least Zoro's, judging by him stating how he woke up under a table once. With his manga-level tolerance, he would have had to drink gallons worth of alcoholic beverages before that happened. Still, I think the ranking holds up.

Fifth: Luffy

Fourth: Usopp

Third: Sanji

Second: Nami

First: Zoro

And finally one last bit that doesn't really fit anywhere else:

Sanji is currently the most qualified to give the crew a haircut. This makes sense if you read about his alternative career choice earlier and due to him generally putting a lot of thought into appearances.

So, that's it! Hope these help you!

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece oc #opla oc #no spoilers #topic: basics

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milaswriting · 10 months

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Hey lovely creator 👋🏾

I was wondering maybe you could try making a RO masterlist we’re you’ll be able to collect ask responding to questions about RO’s in different scenarios from “past ask” or “current ask”

This make it easier to for new members to get a feel of the ROs and make it easier for you to not have to worry about already addressed questions.

I have no idea if someone asked before or not but I was wondering! what are the ROs love languages and eeks that are a big NO for them?

(Your story is captivating I love when I fall in the hands of a Novel where I can’t help but love each Ro making it impossible for me to have favorites🫂even if I can’t all have them they will have their own MC that will love and cherish them.)

Hello! Like a navigation page? I can totally do that sometime this week.

A’s love language is acts of service, I headcanon that they share oranges with the mc and give them their half first. And regularly send texts like ‘text me when you get home x’ and ‘make sure you eat x’

I’d say that B’s love language is quality time x words of affirmation. I think B cherishes all the time that they spend with people, and they love making memories. They’re also great at throwing in compliments, they’re just a great talker overall.

K’s is quality time too. I think in their own head they’d think it’s physical touch, but then they’ll fall in love and think that they really love spending time with someone. Especially having comfortable silences with one another where it’s just nice being in each other’s presence.

I think P’s is a mixture of physical touch and acts of service. They love hand-holding, but if the person they’re with isn’t particularly a fan of that then just being close to that person is enough for P. Alsoo, they just like being really helping: cooking, doing unexpected stuff that their lover will like etc.

#ask #ro asks

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joyful-witch · 7 months

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Besties I strongly dislike Scott Cawthon but the fnaf movie was good and I’m annoyed that it was good. Like. The joy I felt watching the movie (and also cried like twice cus it hit way too close to home as an older sibling) is unparalleled. But also. Scott Cawthon is an awful person and supports people who want me dead? And also doesn’t believe women should have the right to basic medical care? And. My feelings are so conflicting rn. I want to separate my love for the series from Scott Cawthon. But if I did that I wouldn’t be any better than HP fans.

I think it’s okay to have these complicated feelings and talk about them. I’m still trying to figure it out myself?

I guess the big difference between JKR and Scott is that he avoids talking about his opinions and the only reason we know these things is due to his voting record and who he gives money to (which btw I don’t believe donating to lgbt charities makes up for voting for the party that wants to commit genocide against us. It’s still shitty. Like yay he’s donating to the Trevor project but also. Damn voting for these people that want us to not have rights and don’t want us to be alive really hurts).

He is still actively harming the community. Even if he isn’t outwardly spewing hateful rhetoric (unless he’s gotten worse. Or unless his opinions have rapidly changed over the past couple of years. If so please feel free to correct me, just not without sources).

But his series has basically transcended his control. It’s not controlled by him. It’s controlled by the fans. Half the shit that’s canon now wouldn’t be canon without the fans and it’s this big collaborative effort and that’s what’s so beautiful about it. Unlike jkr whose views and specifically racism are baked into her properties.

But he still gets money from it.

And he could be using that money to support some really awful people.

Idk. It’s complicated.

I don’t like or support Scott Cawthon. But I love fnaf. I grew up with it. I love the community. And it really influenced my love for horror media. And gods this movie was great. I had such a good time watching it.

I don’t know what point I’m trying to get at.

I guess I’m just sorta venting.

It sucks loving something when it’s creator who actively gains money from it supports some truly awful people.

I want to be able to put my feelings aside so I can joyfully rant about this movie without mentioning “gosh I wish Scott wasn’t involved” but that obviously isn’t the case.

I don’t expect any response to this post. Im just sorta putting my feelings out there into the void. And if someone relates I hope they know they aren’t alone.

And if you’re gonna say something hateful or something that outwardly supports conservatives I will gladly block you. There is no excusing the active genocide being perpetrated by the Republican Party against the queer community, but more specifically trans people. And if you support that then you can gladly get the fuck off my page. I will not tolerate bigotry.

Also don’t harass anyone mentioned in this post. I really don’t want their fans to harass me and don’t want them to have a reason to. I’m not very popular but last time I posted about Scott I got a bunch of death threats from a bunch of middle aged white men and trolling teenagers. And I do not have the mental capacity to deal with that right now. I’m dealing with a nasty bout of Covid and a nicely sized second degree burn from a cooking accident on top of my chronic illness I don’t need to be harassed.

K thanks bye

#fandom posting #TW Harry Potter mention #TW Scott cawthon #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #kind of?#idk it’s established quickly he’s an older brother but still #anyhow #fuck Scott cawthon #but the movie was good #vent post #tw jkr mention #TW genocide mention #TW republicans mention #trans rights #trans rights are human rights #my post

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trainwreck

pairing: choi lia x gn!reader

summary: sometimes, relationships are meant to end

genres: angst, lovers to exes!au, good ending?

wc: 1,1k

tw: lia is a bad girlfriend, swearing

notes: hello everyone! this fic is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics (ignore the mentions of a dress and 'boy'), banner made by me on canva. also!! idk if you'll notice, but this one is also based on two other songs from anne-marie c: happy reading!

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“I can’t do this anymore.”

You meant to say this for a while now, and today was the day you finally gathered the courage to verbalize the thought.

“What do you mean?”

The words that flew past her lips were nonchalant, like she was completely relaxed. Sitting up, she had her arms and legs crossed and a seemingly emotionless face. At least, that was the face you knew she made when unimpressed.

“I mean… that I want to break up with you.”

In contrast, you were so nervous you could feel your heart hammer in your chest, and sweat was running down the sides of your face. Her reaction didn’t ease you either.

“Okay.”

Was it all you meant to her? After everything, it looked like it didn’t faze her at all. Saying you weren’t hurt would be a lie.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“What? Did you think I’d get on my knees begging you to stay? If you want to leave, go, the door’s wide open” she stated as she gestured towards the front door of her apartment. “I’ll wait for you to come back. Cause I know you will eventually. You know what? I give you two weeks at most.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did those hostile yet detached words really left her lips effortlessly?

You grabbed your bag and left her place without delay, whispering to yourself: “I won’t.”

Choi Lia has been an important person in your life, yes.

You loved her intensely and sincerely for many months, but soon, mostly thanks to your friends, you started to acknowledge the little details. Minimal at first, but, over time, they grew bigger until you couldn’t ignore them anymore.

She’d look into your phone whenever you’d leave the room without it, subtly mock you in front of her friends, cancel numerous dates to go to parties instead, order take-away when she was aware you cooked for her…

You always put up with it because you loved her, but letting her go, albeit painful, was the best thing you could’ve done for your own health.

Called up my friends, took their advice Put on a dress, I'm out tonight I can't believe I said goodbye Oh yeah, this time you know, I finally let you go, yeah

It had been three days since you put an end to the relationship. Of course your friends would take you out on a Friday night.

The party was chill. There were around twenty people, refreshing cocktails, good background music and board games.

Lia didn’t come to mind once, much to the delight of your dear friends.

You actually made some new acquaintances, which was nice.

Spending more time with your friends, they saw the difference in your behavior.

“You look happier, Y/N,” one of them informed you.

“You smile and laugh more, you seem more alive,” another one added.

You felt it, too. You felt free from her. Her claws. Her grip on you.

I don't know why you thought that I'd be sheddin' a tear When I'm chillin' at the party, and I'm glad you're not here And I don't know what to say, but the pain disappeared And I'm sorry Bet you think I'm a trainwreck, upset Friday night, layin' lonely in my bed Truth is, boy, I'm so fuckin' happy Without you

Life went on.

A month later, Lia was on her couch, a drink in hand. It was dark in her apartment.

“Why haven't they come back already?”

She was fidgeting, her lips pressed together and her brows furrowed.

“They should’ve been back by now.”

Her phone rang in the deafening silence, making her flinch. Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Of course, Y/N would call instead of coming unannounced.”

She answered the phone with a confident smirk, ready to hear your begging.

“I put all your stuff in a bag. Do you have a moment this week so we could trade?”

Lia’s smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

“Also, don’t forget to give me back the keys to my place. I feel uneasy knowing you still have them. Not like you came often, anyway.”

It was her turn to be too stunned to speak. How could you be so apathetic? It wasn’t like you to use this tone when talking to her. She stared at the wall with an open mouth.

“I’ll wait for your message, then. Hanging up.”

Before Lia could protest, the call was over. She sat there, not moving for a while, thoughts twirling in her mind.

So pour yourself another drink Sit on your couch and overthink In all your lies and arrogance, I've been alright, you know So glad you let me go, yeah

Your ex-girlfriend finally gave you a time and place to meet. Without much surprise, it was at her place. Seeing her again after so long was not as painful as you thought it would be—not as painful as Lia hoped it would be.

She had to face the fact you changed. You weren’t the easily manipulated, sweetly naive and blindly in love person anymore. Much to her dismay.

“Here,” you handed her the bag, expecting another one in return.

Instead, she took a step back and offered for you to come in. “Want something to drink?”

“No?” With furrowed brows, you crossed your arms. “Give me back my stuff, please.”

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

You tilted your head, tapping your chin with your free index finger. “As a matter-of-fact, no, I don’t. I just want my stuff and leave this place forever.”

“Well… I…” Not finding anything concrete to say, she sighed loudly.

Reluctantly, she grabbed the bag from the ground behind her and put the handle on your outstretched hand, before taking hers out of your other hand.

“You don’t mind me checking, right?”

She slowly shook her head, eyes unfocused, even if you didn’t wait for her approval. The key was there, that was all you cared about. Wait, no, there was a cute outfit you forgot about, too.

You thanked her and left. She called out for you, but you didn’t turn around. “Erase my number!”

It wasn’t said with a negative tone, but Lia took it like a stab in the back. Which was really audacious coming from her.

She just couldn’t believe you left her without a second thought and didn’t come back like she was convinced you would.

And now we're at the final stop And I'm the one that's gettin' off I know you hope I'm cryin', but I'm doin' just fine

She was now part of your past. Unerasable, of course, but peaceful.

thanks for reading! feedback is always appreciated :) masterlist

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