#cuz why not?
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LOOKBOOK #2: Urban Pulse
JURAJ wears
Look A: Blue Sweater | Red Shades | Cargo Pants
Look B: Aviator Jacket | Jeans | Shoes
DANIYAL wears:
Look A: Top | Pants | Sneakers
Look B: Shades | Leather Jacket | Jeans | Leather Shoes
CREATORS:
@xiuminuwu, @pralinesims, @serenity-cc, @sentate, @missvalentine142,
@its-adrienpastel, @wyattssims, @jius-sims, @gorillax3-cc, @mmsims (TYSM! for your CCs <3)
#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#simblr#sims 4 male sims#sims 4 male#ts4 male#showusyoursims#sims 4 lookbook#ts4 male lookbook#sims lookbook#lookbook#Juraj#Daniyal#magazine type lookbook#story within a lookbook#cuz why not?
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Kris: Susie, You've been a cardboard box for Halloween once, right?
Susie: Yea, so?
Kris: Wanna do it again?
Susie:
Susie: What do you have in mind?
(later, at the Neighborhood)
Kris: Hey Noelle, I brought something for you.
*Kris puts down the "package" in front of Noelle
Noelle: Oh! Uhh, thanks! but christmas is still two months away, isn't it? This better not be one of your pranks again, Kris!
*I'm being genuine. ❤️ *Just open it.
Noelle: Well, if you say so!
*She reaches down for the "package".
*Then suddenly! Four limbs burst out of the sides of each box, and Susie pops her head out of the front!
Noelle: AAAH!
Susie: Sup, Noelle.
*Susie lets out a hearty laugh
Noelle: Dammit Susie, i wasn't expecting you to team up with Kris! It's not fair at all!
*She puts her hand on her mouth, covering the laughter a bit.
Noelle, Internal monolouge: She's so pretty...
Noelle: How am I supposed to prank you two back now?
Susie: Uh, Kris? I don't think i can get up. Please help.
*Sorry Noelle, but i had to. ❤️ *Go get Berdly, then.
Susie: Noelle ple-
Noelle, smirking: Oh, I will! And when we're done, you're gonna regret ever pranking me!
Susie: Guys-
*It's on, Antlers ❤️
Susie: GUYS HELP-
#susie deltarune#kris deltarune#noelle holiday#noelle deltarune#kris dreemurr#deltarune#I HC Kris Nicknaming Noelle “Antlers”#Cuz why not?#Also it took them an hour to find the perfect box.
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Sasha Waybright heterochromia, but she gets it in a really stupid way (Marcy accidentally nailing her in the eye with a shopping bag full of Monsters)
#amphibia#sasha waybright#marcy wu#sasharcy#cuz why not?#if u dont know that is basically how david bowie got his heterochromia lol
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Sleep Mode (Without the Buttons)
Happy (late TvT) birthday to @starrysupercell! I wrote a Barley x Ash ficlet for my wonderful tumblr pal, but it's a bit short for ao3, so I figured I'd post it here!
Context: I have a little story brewing in my head, about Barley accidentally making a wish around Gene and becoming human for a bit! This is the first time he ever goes to sleep as a human. (I might post more about human Barley sometime in the future, but for now, this is all I have XD).
Enjoy!
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Ash knows what it's like to share a bed with a warm body.
Several warm bodies, even, what with the way his parents crammed him and his siblings into one room back when he was a wee lad.
But none of them were Barley.
And none of them were as fidgety as Barley.
"Bon?" he finally says as Barley rolls over for the fourth time in just as many minutes. "If ye ain't comfy I can sleep on the couch."
"Ah, no. It's fine," comes the hushed reply. From the sound of Barley's voice, he's facing away from him again.
Ash gives a non-committal hum in response, sliding an arm under his pillow as he gets settled again.
"I just feel like I'm doing it wrong."
"Hn?" It takes a moment for his bleary mind to process. "...Sleepin'?"
"Yes! I don't know what I could be missing. I'm worn out from the workday, I'm wearing comfortable sleepwear, I've even been trying to close my eyes and keep still." Ash feels a shift in the bed as Barley adjusts himself. "But I still don't feel any closer to falling asleep."
"Yeah? Well—" Ash stifles a yawn. "You're nae doin' anythin' wrong, f'that's all yer worried aboot."
"No?"
"No. Sometimes ye just dinnae fall asleep." Ash sighs.
"Oh," Barley whispers. "That's..."
"Bloody annoyin'? A pain in the arse?" He snorts.
"I was going to say inconvenient. But I suppose you're correct as well," Barley chuckles quietly.
"Hm."
The two of them fall silent for a moment.
"Is that something that happens to you often?" Barley pipes up again.
"Hm?"
"Not being able to sleep."
"Ah. Well." It's something Ash is all too familiar with. "Depends on how ye mean it. Sometimes I dinnae sleep till late coz I have more mess t'clean up than usual. Sometimes I dinnae sleep coz I just can't. Like you, right now. So, somewhat, I guess."
"Oh."
Ash can't tell what Barley's thinking. "S'not terrible. I make do with what I get."
"I suppose you do."
"...Mm." The bed creaks as Ash rolls over to stare at the ceiling. "But don't use me as an example of how ye should be taking care of yerself. I'm a terrible example."
Barley doesn't respond.
Ash turns his head.
In the darkness, he can just barely make out the outline of Barley's narrow shoulders.
If Ash really looked, he'd probably be able to see them rise and fall as he breathes. He'd probably be able to feel it, if he pressed a hand against his back. But the warmth settling under the covers with them is already more than enough, so Ash looks away, and settles for pulling his sheets a bit snugger around himself.
"You're not so terrible," Barley says, just as Ash thinks the conversation must have ended. "It's not as simple as I thought it'd be."
Ash blinks. "...Falling asleep?"
"Taking care of yourself, I mean. Being human at all is— it's—" Barley seems to cut himself off. "I'm sorry, I must be keeping you up, maybe I should move to the couch instead—"
"Bon."
Barley stops.
"C'mere." Ash rolls over, scooting over to loop his arms around his waist and pull him close. Barley makes a soft, surprised noise as he does. "S'this alright, Bon?"
He shifts a bit, but settles quick.
"Um, I— this... yes. Yes, more than alright."
Ash feels a hand cover his.
"Mm. Good." Barley smells like his soap. It suits him, because everything does. "Bein' human's a right chore sometimes. But it's not so bad. We're good at chores, you n' I."
"...We are, aren't we?" This close, Ash can hear the smile in his voice.
"We are," he affirms. "Now stop thinkin' so hard. I can hear it from out here."
That gets a snicker out of Barley, and Ash can feel the tension bleed from his shoulders as he finally relaxes.
"You ask the impossible of me, dear," Barley sighs. "But for you I will try. Goodnight, Ash."
"G'night, Bon. Sleep well."
#lumpywrites#brawl stars#brawl stars barley#brawl stars ash#keepers#human robotics#that'll be my tag for human barley#cuz why not?#when ash wakes up to go to work in the morning he will not be able to leave#he will be firmly clung to like the teddy bear#barley will be clinging to him like barnacle to ship
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Dance of Romance + Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple
Sounds difficult, doesn't it? 😂
Trying to warm-up and answer some of these older asks, but as usual got carried away a bit. 😅 There were so many options to take this one, Razzy, so I decided to make this the prequel to this one-shot I did for "Year of Bagginshield".
Please enjoy Bilbo and Thorin fake dating at Prim and Drogo's wedding.
“Chocolate or vanilla?”
“Oh Thorin. You should know me well enough by now.”
The taller boy smirked before sliding the chocolate cake over in front of Bilbo and taking the seat next to him.
“I at least want a bite.” Thorin demanded, reaching over with his fork. “It’s only fair since you sent me up to the table all alone.”
Bilbo huffed as he reached over to steal a piece of Thorin’s cake in return.
“Yes, I’m sure it was such a hard ship having all of my single cousins flirting with you.”
Thorin laughed. “They weren’t flirting. They all think I’m dating you.”
Bilbo froze and Thorin used it as an opportunity to steal another bite.
“The icing on the chocolate is amazing by the way.”
“I know! That’s why I requested it.” Bilbo complained, pulling his plate out of Thorin’s way.
His blue eyes twinkled in mirth, and Bilbo just about melted under such a gaze. Instead he stuffed his face with another forkful of cake.
“Well…that should at least keep my aunts off my back for the rest of the evening.” Bilbo commented, finally feeling brave enough to circle back to the ‘dating’ comment.
“And what do I get from pretending to be your boyfriend, Baggins?” Thorin drawled, absent-mindedly scrapping his fork against his plate.
“I’ll help you get the new bartender’s number at Bombur’s place.”
Thorin snorted. “The blonde with the sixpack? Not my type.”
“Sexy and available? Whatever was I thinking…”
“I’ll settle for a dance though?”
Bilbo blinked in shock as his brain went into overdrive trying to determine Thorin’s motives. However, the more he thought about it, the more he had to question whether it was possible for Thorin to like him back.
“A dance? Why?” He asked, his throat impossibly dry.
Thorin smirked as he pulled Bilbo to his feet. “Because that’s what boyfriends do.”
Bilbo’s heart was thundering. So much so, he feared it might just give out. What was happening right now? Bilbo wasn’t even completely aware of the song as he went along with Thorin’s movements easily. The hand on his hip searing its touch into his flesh. He forced himself to make eye contact and not focus on the icing he wanted to lick off the corner of Thorin’s mouth.
“I want the big bedroom.” Thorin announced quite suddenly.
It was enough to give Bilbo whiplash trying to determine what exactly he was talking about when it dawned on him. A quick glance over to Bilbo’s aunts, looking right at them and cooing, was confirmation enough, and Bilbo felt oddly cold at the realization. This was still a part of the act.
“You’re the worst.” Bilbo smirked.
However, he realized a small amount of bitterness had seeped in by the surprise in Thorin’s eyes.
“Come on, Baggins.” Thorin scoffed with a roll of his perfectly blue eyes. “You know it makes more sense with all of my workout equipment.”
Bilbo stared at him for a long moment before heaving a drawn sigh.
“I’m going to put my head on your shoulder now, and you’re going to lay yours on top of my head, got it?”
Thorin flinched just a bit, getting out of rhythm. “What?”
Bilbo bent forward ever so slowly doing exactly what he said he was going to. Pushing their bodies closer. Hesitantly, he felt Thorin follow through on his part, putting them in the perfect position for Bilbo to whisper in his ear.
“I’ll do it. On one condition.”
Thorin snorted softly. “You clearly don’t get the concept of ‘owing a favor’ do you?”
“You have to call me Bilbo from now on. We’re not in uni anymore. We’re about to move into a flat together. I think it’s deserving.”
Thorin huffed a laugh that tickled the hairs at the back of Bilbo’s neck leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Fine. Bilbo it is.”
Bilbo squeezed his eyes closed knowing Thorin couldn’t see and willed away any potential fondness he had for this man. He would make his peace in settling for Thorin’s ‘best friend’ and that would be that. As the song ended, Bilbo pulled back, schooling his features back to teasing even if he could feel the mistiness at the corners of his eyes.
“Come on. You didn’t let me finish my cake.” Bilbo complained.
Thorin laughed as he let his arms fall until he was merely grasping Bilbo’s hand.
“How rude of me.”
“Yes, well, I’ve learned you can’t help it sometimes.”
Thorin bumped Bilbo’s shoulder with his, nearly sending the smaller man flying and causing him to squawk indignantly while Thorin just stood there smirking.
“Oh, Bilbo Dear!”
Bilbo looked up to see his Aunt Mirabella running towards him. He gave Thorin a pleading look, and while he had to roll his blue eyes, Thorin moved his arm to Bilbo’s hip, pulling him in close.
“Isn’t it such a beautiful wedding?” Mirabella sighed dreamily.
“Yes, I think Drogo is going to be very good for Prim.” Bilbo remarked looking up at the happy couple fondly.
“He’s just a lovely lad.” Mirabella cooed, laying her hand on Bilbo’s arm. “Not unlike your new beau…”
“Auntie Mira, please.” Bilbo whined.
“Now none of that! We were all very delighted to see you actually brought someone and so handsome too.”
Bilbo thought he might just die, especially when Thorin tightened his grip just slightly as he thanked his aunt.
“Here, this is for you two.” She stated pressing money into Bilbo’s hands. More accurately, a hundred.
“Aunt Mira! What in the world?!” Bilbo gasped.
“You two just got a place together, right? Or at least that’s what Prim said. Gorby and I want to help you two get started so if you need anything please don’t hesitate to call. So lovely to see you again, Dear.”
With that, Bilbo and Thorin were left gaping at the crisp bill in their hands.
“So maybe it would be within our benefit to milk this ‘fake boyfriend’ thing out a little longer.” Thorin remarked.
“Thorin? Are you actually suggesting we take advantage of my relatives in such a dishonest way?” Bilbo paused for only a second before a wicked grin stole across his face. “Because my Great-Aunt Pansy has no kids to spoil and I’m still a little bitter about the time she told me I looked like a ferret as a kid.”
Thorin laughed before gesturing before him. “Lead the way.”
***
Prim and Drogo watched from the dancefloor as Bilbo enthusiastically began to introduce everyone to his ‘boyfriend’. She knew sending her mom over there with money would work.
“How exactly is getting them to fake date going to get them together?” Drogo laughed before kissing her cheek.
“Because it’s the next step up.” Prim rolled her eyes. “You saw them both out there a second ago. Thorin is positively enamored with my stupid, blind cousin. I give it a year before they’re shagging.”
“Whatever you say, Love.” Drogo hummed.
Prim unfortunately underestimated the stubbornness of both of them so when they finally announced they were dating in five years, Prim felt like punching Bilbo in the nose was a pretty understandable response after dealing with her smug husband for that long.
#sunny's drabbles#the hobbit#bagginshield#bilbo and thorin take advantage of a misunderstanding#cuz why not?#prim just shipped them way to hard
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Tried using the new charcoal pencils I got, had to draw Hux to test it out
My art style changes a lot everytime, jeez
#armitage hux#general hux#romm's art#star wars#sketch#traditional art#just a random post#cuz why not?
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Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 2: Librarian AU/Professor AU
Thanks for the feedback, peeps! Hope you guys enjoy the ficlet. And Idk why this is a 1940s setting. It just is I guess lol. ❤️ 📚
Falling for You (👈 ao3)
Sherlock flipped a page, then another, then another. He shoved that book aside, discarding it among many others in a growing pile, then picked up another one nearby. Taking a pencil from behind his ear, he scribbled a note or two on his pad of paper, humming quietly to himself. He was admittedly rather engrossed, and didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching. Not until she made her presence more than clear.
“Not again!”
Head tilting up from where he sat on the floor, Sherlock took in the sight of the university’s librarian, Miss Molly Hooper, and she was in rare form. Particularly because she was towering over him.
“Ah, Miss Hooper, good after-“
“Professor Holmes, I do hope you’re going to pick up that mess properly this time!” Her little arms crossed sternly over her middle.
Sherlock glanced at the pile of books strewn about all around him on the floor. “I’ve always picked up the books.”
Molly tilted her head. “Yes, but with no care whatsoever to the Dewey decimal system. Every time you come in here I end up with students unable to find what they’re looking for. And I find that you leave an absolute mess in whatever area you’ve been in. I’ve even found books turned backwards on the shelf!”
Sherlock stood with a little grunt, straightening his suit jacket. “Well, I suppose sometimes I am in a bit of a rush. Lesson planning, and all that. Chemistry class won’t teach itself, you know.” Pausing, he gave her a once over. “Why, Miss Hooper, what a smart looking hairstyle that is. You’ve had it trimmed a bit, haven’t you? And freshly curled?” He threw in a little wink.
Molly’s cheeks flushed pink, but she kept her lips trained in a tight line and tilted her chin up sternly. “I have, though it’s certainly no concern of yours. Now, if you’re finished, I’d like to get these put away.”
When he made no protest, Molly began picking some of the books up and checking the bindings to set them in their places on the shelf. But when she tried to move around the pile on the floor though, she stepped on the edge of one of the books and her heel slipped out from under her.
The second she lost her balance, Sherlock’s arm instinctively looped around her waist, holding her steady while bracing them with his other hand against the bookshelf.
Molly stared back at him, wide eyed and panting, and it occurred to him that they were practically nose to nose.
“Th-thank you,” she stammered.
“For creating a death trap on the floor?”
She sputtered out a laugh, her eyes suddenly shimmering. “For catching me.”
“My pleasure.”
And it really was.
Sherlock realized that his grip around her waist had not loosened. In fact, with each passing second he was only becoming increasingly aware of how it felt to hold her so close. The way she fit so naturally against him…
“I think I’m alright now.”
Sherlock cleared his throat, remembering himself and releasing his hold while stepping back. “I’ll pick these up. Don’t trouble yourself.”
“If you insist.” Molly straightened her cardigan and smoothed some hair behind her ear. “But I’d better find them all in order.”
Sherlock gave her an unabashedly flirtatious smile. “If they’re not… you know where to find me.”
Molly held his gaze for a moment before turning and finally walking away oh so slowly, and Sherlock could have sworn that every click of her heels and sway of her hips was by very calculated design. He certainly couldn’t take his eyes off her until she rounded the corner and went back to her desk.
It took him no time at all to decide that a few of those books would simply have to be placed out of order after all.
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*Open Starter*
It felt like only as though a few short hours had passed since he had ventured out into the wilderness beyond his home earlier that morning, and already the sun had dipped far below the horizon plunging everything in a thick veil of darkness. Link had already begun making the long trek back home when a curious sound reached his pointed ears.
Sounded like... someone angrily talking to themselves before a loud 'THUD' reverberated through the once quiet forest. Without even a moment of hesitation the young hero's feet had already begun carrying him towards the source, only slowing as a distant figure came into view.
"Hey!! You alright over there?"
#open starter#cuz why not?#my DMs are also open so feel free to shoot me a message if you want a thread#I will warn you though#I am EXTREMELY rusty
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How old? & wanna text?
I will not be telling my age for safety and sure we can text 😁
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Me personally could just live off these candies and be good 4life /j
Me loves sour patch kids (even if a lot of people I knew hated them lol)
Love these too, them good (in my opinion)
And Skittles :) 👍
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SUPPORT AI ART, STORIES, OR MOVIES IN ANY WAY!!!
That being said, I was inspired by Blaze Animates's video of using AI to write a spyro movie better than what was released in the lost archives (which, wow what a doosie)
So, I used AI to write me a script for Cars 4, and uh.... it's something
#Pixar cars#Cars#Cars fandom#cars 4 apparently#i really want to see what miss Thorne looks like#lightning mcqueen#cruz ramirez#cars 2006#cars 3#racing#disney#pixar movies#ai#ai script#if yall want to improve on this you can#i just wanted a good laugh more than anything#also i wish it could've explained the outcast racers a bit better#and maybe thrown in jackson storm#cuz why not?#floorsauce#carsauce#aisauce
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ficlet about a sleep-deprived mando below the cut:
The Mandalorian could deal with difficult bounties. The ones who put up a fight before being frozen in carbonite. He was used to it.
This time, though, his patience had been worn out. He had been on a long streak, hunting bounties after bounties with barely any breaks in between.
The Mandalorian was now pacing back and forth in the cargo hold of his ship. He was irritated, his hands were curled into fists at his sides. Short exhales and inhales were being picked up by his helmet’s vocoder.
The air within the helmet was hot, too hot. It was suffocating. A thin layer of sweat was covering his reddened skin. The Mandalorian abruptly stopped his pacing and stood still. He tried to get his breathing under control again.
His breathing exercise brought little to no comfort or soothing. He rolled his neck and shoulders before stepping towards the refresher. Only when the door which separated the cargo hold from the refresher had slid close did the Mandalorian remove his helmet. Despite his frustration, he carefully put it on the sink.
He almost did not recognise the reflection of himself on the tiny mirror above the sink. His jaw was clenched, his gums ached as a response to his teeth grinding. The Mandalorian removed his gloves and placed them with as much care on top of his helmet. He brought his naked hands to his jaw, massaging the skin, soothing the tightness and pain of his jaw away. His unkempt beard scratched the skin of his hands, when was the last time that he had shaved? He could not remember.
The artificial light of the refresher was harsh on his eyes. The Mandalorian had to squint, trying to shield his tired eyes from the unwelcoming light. The dark circles below his brown eyes were another reminder of his fatigue. His middle fingers massaging the sensitive skin was soothing, at least. He needed rest, a good night of sleep. He could not remember when he had a good night of restful sleep either.
His pointing fingers joined his middle fingers and made their way up his nose and in-between his furrowed brows, erasing any signs of irritability in the process. His four fingers then separated in groups of two before going opposite ways across his forehead. The Mandalorian gestured his hands down his temples before making them cross over his cheeks and letting them rest on each side of his nose.
With a sigh, his hands dropped from his face and he reopened his eyes. Exhaustion was still visible on his face but the anger was gone. The Mandalorian turned the faucet on and gathered some water in his cupped hands before splashing it on his face. The cold water was refreshing on his skin, reinvigorating his senses. He appreciated the softness of the towel as he patted his face dry.
He exited the refresher and turned the lights off. He covered his mouth with one hand as a yawn went up his throat. His steps were heavy and dragged on the floor made of durasteel. His eyelids threatened to close above his eyes with each step.
Once the door enclosing his cot slid up, he climbed up in it. The mattress flattened under his weight, it was not a thick mattress nor was it comfortable.
“It’ll do,” thought the Mandalorian. “It always has.”
The darkness of the small area was easy on his eyes which he was thankful for. He removed each piece of his armour, drowsiness evident in his movements as he did so. He may have been exhausted, ready to let his body plunge into rest but he refused to be neglectful towards his armour and put each piece on the shelves surrounding his bed instead of kicking them out of the cot. The loud clattering as they would’ve dropped on the floor would have not been appreciated anyway.
The Mandalorian left his flight suit on. He preferred it that way, it brought a sense of comfort and safety. In his line of work, being out for a few hours was dangerous. His ship was protected, he would know immediately if anyone was trying to break in but the thick layer of fabric prevented him from being too vulnerable to the elements. Even though the beskar his armour was made of was way more efficient at protecting him than fabric.
The Mandalorian finally let his head drop on his single pillow and instantly felt the waves of exhaustion crashing over him. He let them drift him away, submerging him away from reality and bringing him to the land of rest and darkness.
Dreams rarely accompanied his sleep but for the rare times they did, he liked to write down what he could remember. Below his pillow was a thin notebook, pages scribbled with incoherent sentences, urgently written down before the remaining flashes of his dreams would fade away as his brain woke up fully, pressing him with more important matters.
The Mandalorian may be an excellent bounty hunter who was feared by many. The armour, and more importantly, the helmet that he had made the promise to never remove in front of anyone may help hide the weaknesses of his humanity. The dark t-shaped visor prevented anyone from seeing the windows of his soul. Yet, there was no denying that the Mandalorian was still a human under all of that beskar and humans needed rest. He could not neglect himself and his health if he wanted to upkeep his reputation as a bounty hunter.
It wasn’t long before the Mandalorian’s breathing deepened. His lips parted slightly, allowing soft snores to breach them. His body welcomed sleep by letting go of the tension remaining in its limbs and muscles. His thoughts were quieted down as darkness absorbed them.
Fortunately for him, the galaxy will grant him a few hours of undisturbed sleep. The Bounty Hunter’s Guild could wait, his Creed could wait. Hell, the galaxy could even grant the Mandalorian’s yet-to-be-captured bounties some rest as well. Whatever would happen in this wide and unruly galaxy while his body and soul were asleep was beyond his scope and should stay that way.
AO3 link.
#din djarin#mando#the mandalorian#this has been sitting in my draft for weeks#was supposed to be smut but turned into a self care fic instead#cuz why not?#my writing#letmandosleep2k23
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canonically ophelia is isaac’s niece btw 😚
#a bit of lore for u#ive decided to just TALK about my ocs#cuz why not?#isaac's sister is a model and she has three kids#ophelia is the youngest#also ophelia is very good at textiles they loves sewing!!!#also a very goofy character who overshares when they are nervous#s: ophelia
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i wanna share some tickle headcanons of mine but idk what character i should start off with.
ill do both lee and ler and c or cc hcs, note; pls specify if you want c or cc in ur ask :D
pls send a character in my inbox, and ill write and share some headcanons with you lot :D
ps; the character doesnt matter, but some i might only do a few hcs for since i either 1. dont watch them that much or 2. dont rly know much abt them. but you are more than welcome to send in whoever you want :D
-slime
#slimey-thinks#slimey-headcanons#ill even start working on some headcanons for my persona#cuz why not?
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Rift Fate Stats cuz this is what we’re doing now :)
Rift Code : Alienation
2 Shields
Ability - Fae Magic
All stats raise sharply upon getting lower than 50% hp and is healed to full.
Typing - Fairy / Ghost
Moveset -
Geomancy
Hidden Power (Fire)
Hypnosis
Ominous Wind
She’s got great special attack and speed, her health is alright, and her defensive abilities are a bit more on the poor side.
Honestly? She’s a stall battle most likely HAHAHA. I like to torture others what can I say? But it also fits with her personality, she rather not fight unless she sees a need too and always tries to up her Pokémon’s stats. Also yes, I know Geomancy is Xernaus’s signature move but I wanted to give her a fairy stat raising move and the only other move raised the TARGET’S stats so.
The Hidden Power is coverage for her steel weakness, so don’t rely on your steel types. Yeah girl is going to put you to sleep a lot so :), bring the chesto berries or a pokemon with an ability that doesn’t fall asleep, or set up uproar lol. This is probably unbalanced as FUCK but like- it’s not ever gonna be an actual fight you can play so who cares lol.
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