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deepwoundsandfadedscars · 2 years

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#update: thought id do future me a favour and pack my lunch for tomorrow since i was already making myself somsthing to eat #wound up switching loads and folding laundry and now it's after 3 #so in an effort to help out future me i am just sapping energy from them #whoops #but i am now in bed and reading the latest update from a series I've been following since like. whumptober probably #but its made me very dispondent cause they wrote essentially the same thing i have sitting in my WiPs folder #they fleshed out their plot better but the character + injury and location + caretaking procedure are all the same #and even though i havent touched my WiP in months i was still holding on hope that I'd finish it some day #but reading this person's fic i can just feel my enthusiasm for my own fic dropping with every word #i tried to keep going hoping it'd divert from my own in some way but its just making me feel worse about myself 😭😭#i need to sleep its already almost 330 #kee speaks

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seethesin · 7 months

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wake up call

pairing: Hazel Callahan x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, hazel & reader are 18+, established relationship, college au, body worship, teasing, oral over clothing, orgasm denial/edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: i too have caught feelings for my favorite arsonist, hazel callahan 😔 have an uncharacteristically short, smutty fic while i work my thoughts out.

loosely based on this prompt. gif pack/gif credit. enjoy :)

"Baby, it's time to get up."

You're too busy trying to sleep off a migraine to pay attention to Hazel stirring in bed or what she has to say. Even with an eye mask on, any stray refraction of light is enough for a splitting pain to reverberate in your head. You should have drank more water and less tequila last night.

Hindsight was always 20/20.

You and Hazel had met your friends at Mary's, a local gay bar a mile from campus. The bouncers never commented on the fake IDs you thrust in their hands every weekend and barely bothered to check them as they ushered you inside. Your best guess? They'd take every dollar they could get.

It was a small, hole-in-the-wall establishment, but it was fun enough for the group of you to drink, dance, and sing desperately off-key. It was your usual meeting spot on Thursday and Friday nights—sometimes Saturdays if you and Hazel had the strength to get out of bed in the morning—where you all could gossip about your professors and peers. You don't remember much from last night, but you do remember grinding on Hazel after downing three tequila sodas while Isabel bitched about her Econ professor, Mr. Weber.

You were now facing the repercussions of your debaucherous, dehydrated actions.

"Babe," Hazel tries again. Her disembodied voice is farther away now, most likely in the bathroom next door. "You're going to be late for calculus."

Who the fuck convinced you to take Friday classes? Let alone actually attend them?

Oh right. It was Hazel.

At least both of you managed to find off-campus housing at the end of sophomore year. If you had to share a bathroom with an entire floor again, you would have hung yourself with dental floss.

"Professor Hoyt can eat my ass," you grunt, grabbing your pillow and smashing it into your face. The next part of your sentence is so garbled that you can't even understand yourself. You hear Hazel's footsteps reenter your bedroom as the mattress concaves next to you. The pillow is nudged off your face and stray beams of light bury themselves back into your eye mask.

"She better not." Her breath fans against your cheek as you feel her nip playfully at your skin. "That's all mine."

Hazel can't see your exaggerated eye roll, but she feels the grin growing across your face. She mirrors it eagerly, pressing sweet, soft kisses down your cheek. You feel her lips ghost down your jaw before gliding down your neck. You hum quietly, reflexively tilting your head to the side to expose more flesh to her.

Hazel notices and firmly bites at the base of your neck. You moan, caught off guard.

"I can just ask Isabel for the notes after she gets out of Econ." It comes out as a whine as you feel Hazel shift on top of you.

"Mhmm," she mocks, her hands creeping under your nightshirt. Gingerly, she tugs it up and over your head before shoving it towards her side of the bed.

Her hot mouth reconnects with your skin, trailing down your chest, and kissing just over the curve of your breast. Her lips sink lower, enveloping themselves around your nipple as she sucks. Her hands slide up and down your body reverently before resting on your waist. You mewl, rutting your hips forward.

"Haze," you breathe but she ignores you.

Her lips pull away from your breast, kissing across your chest to give short, equal treatment to its twin. Whatever she was trying to do had the opposite effect on you; there was no way you were leaving this apartment when your girlfriend was too busy devouring every inch of your body.

Hazel kisses wetly against your skin as she begins her descent down your abdomen. Suddenly, she halts. Her nose brushes your navel and her mouth hovers just over your loins. She's so close to where you want her and you vocalize your frustration with a growl. Hazel's thumbs hook under the waistband of your underwear as her head sinks lower.

"Use your words," she teases, voice husky as she snaps the elastic band back into your skin.

You whimper, shoving your hips closer to Hazel's face. If you weren't so hungover, you would have clamped your thighs against her cheeks and squeezed. Hazel had a thing for breathplay anyway; she would have loved it.

"Put your mouth on my pussy."

"Yes ma'am."

Immediately, Hazel's hands grope the meat of your ass, tugging you toward her. Her lips kiss against your clothed cunt, her tongue poking out to kitten lick against the fabric of your underwear.

You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as short, raspy moans push from your throat.

"Fuck yes," you sigh, wriggling your hips to steal more friction from Hazel's tongue. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten as heat radiates from between your legs. Your underwear is soaked from a combination of your slick and Hazel's saliva. You were embarrassed to admit it, but you were already nearing your first climax.

Apparently, Hazel has a sixth sense for impending orgasms because she realizes that too. Without another word, she detaches herself from your body. The bed creaks as she rolls off it. Her footsteps retreat to the other side of the room.

She's gone. You keen.

"Hazel, what the fuck?" Your thighs press together, rubbing feebly to try and salvage a lick of your previous pleasure. It's useless and you give up with a petulant huff.

The brunette chuckles from a distance, the sound growing louder as she returns to the bedroom. You rip your eye mask off, squinting for a full-fledged minute as your pupils adjust to the sunlight. After blinking feverishly, you stare at Hazel, now leaning into the doorway. A sheen of spittle and slick glows from her chin.

"You're up," she states obviously, her arms crossed over her chest. The way they press into her tits makes your mouth water.

"I've been up!"

She snickers.

"Good. Now you won't be late to calculus anymore."

#bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #lesbian #lgbtq #wlw #smut #fanfic #fanfiction

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chisatowo · 2 years

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I wanna create sketches of some of my concepts for fake splatoon weapons but also grrrr prop art

#rat rambles #mainly a brush idea that I fucking adore but dont wanna even try drawing fkfndhs #I just think that a sponge based brush would be a rly cool concept plus we DESPERATELY need more brushes #the sponge brush image I have in my head has a lil gimic for both its roll abd its flicks #basically its roll is a bit slower than inkbrush but when rolling through ink (regardless of team) it drastically reduces your ink usage #its flicks on the other hand are the slowest of the brushes but it basically has a direct and indirect splash #as in theres a very short range more traditional splash that is like a 2 shot #but theres also a longer range indirect splash radius thats like flicking a sponge with paint on it #the indirect splash does a lot less damage but it also makes the sponge brush have the most range counting the indirect splash #I imagine the splash is probably like a 5 shot but idk enough abt splatoon to gague a good range properly dnfmdjg #ngl I have no idea what sorta kit Id give it #burst bombs would probably have good synergy with it I think but also that might be too much I think?#taking 3 into consideration though the point marker could be fun with it I think #idk if itd be good per say but I could see it having use #I also have a few ideas for a pen or marker based brush but theyre less fleshed out #basically my main thought is fastest roll speed but slowest flicks but with each flick being a bit longer range and packing more of a punch #like Im imagining almost like sword beam like attacks but with more of an angle so like more forward range but less outward range #I also think that a fan brush based brush could be fun but I dont have like any real ideas for that one #I also have some ideas for a brella thats based on a bubble umbrella but I havent used brellas enough to rly feel qualified making it #like I think itd be neat if it had a slower shield regeneration and you cant shoot it but also had a move where you can basically raise the #sheild and shake the ink off as an attack thatd leave you vulnerable but idk how well thatd work in practice

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rabidbatboy · 3 months

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♱ GORE / FLESH / VISCERA ID PACK . . .

NAMES ; fester , leech , wound , butcher , grime , scum , blade , hound , molar , corpse , razor , mortis , revenant , spite , carcass , spike , danger , tooth , zomb , roadkill , carrion , killer , deadmeat , bones , brute , rib , rot , necro

PRNS ; squish / squishs , flesh / fleshs , meat / meats , gut / guts , blood / bloods , teeth / teeths , gore / gores , viser / viscera , skin / skins , squelch / squelchs , scab / scabs , sinew / sinews , entrail / entrails , slice / slices , wound / wounds , fester / festers , bone / bones , corpse / corpses , intestine / intestines

TiTLES ; the one covered in guts , the bloody thing , the one whose entrails fell out , the sickening thing , [X] gorey mess , the pile of flesh , the pit of squirming meat , [X] who rips flesh , [X] who tears skin , the festering meat , [X] twisted mutilation , the thing of nightmares , the one dripping blood , [X] whose body is rotting , the living corpse

iDENTiTiES ; goreboy/goregirl , goreimagic , gorebeing , slashgoreic , caeduerine , visceralexic , bloodimric , bloodcovic , visceraesic , gorelexic , intestinaesic , goremc , fleshboy/fleshgirl , woundthing , goremeatian , gendergore , meatboy , bloodgender , meatabyss , fleshlexic , fleshgoregender , fleshthing , viscerarian

🦇 ——— REQ BY ; @alphabet-mafia-collective

[ PT: gore/flesh/viscera id pack

names;

prns;

titles;

identities; (links)

requested by; @/alphabet-mafia-collective / END PT]

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userpeggycarter · 6 months

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🎵 Elmo is his name-O. [Sesame Street] is the street Elmo lives on. 🎵 Elmo is 3 years old. Elmo believes in taking care of Elmo, and a balanced diet, and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if Elmo's face is a little puffy, Elmo will put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. Elmo can do a thousand now. After Elmo removes the ice pack Elmo uses a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower Elmo uses a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. Then Elmo applies an herb-mint facial masque which Elmo leaves on for 10 minutes while Elmo prepares the rest of Elmo's routine. Elmo always uses an aftershave lotion with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older. Then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing protective lotion. There is an idea of an Elmo. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real Elmo. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though Elmo can hide Elmo's cold gaze, and you can scratch Elmo's back and feel fur grazing your flesh, and maybe you can even sense your and Elmo's lifestyles are probably comparable... Elmo simply is not there.

@pscentral event 20 😈 antagonists

@lgbtqcreators battleship bingo 🚢 media from North America

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buntress · 8 months

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༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- ℤ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕖 𝕀𝔻 ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕜 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Zombie ID Pack]

Req By :: Anon

TW :: Death + Gore, FR slur (Rhymes with Leak)

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Names]

Ash(er) // Arius // Bane // Brain // Clay // Corpse // Coffin // Doom // Echo // Frank(ie) // Ghost // Ghoul(ia) // Grave // Grim(m) // Hunter // Husk // Mona // Muerto // Necro(s) // Nyx // Rob // Rot // Saifu // Shade // Shadow // Shaun // Six // Skull // Slug // Tank // Thorne // Vex // Wren // Z // Zack // Zed // Zeke // Zob // Zon

Note :: As some of these names are from various cultures, please be mindful when picking a name for yourself! Do your research and such <3

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Pronouns]

Blood / Bloods / Bloodself || Bo / Bones / Boneself || Coff / Coffin / Coffins / Coffinself || Cor / Corpse / Corpses / Corpseself || Corr / Corrupt / Corrupts / Corruptself || Craw / Crawl / Crawls / Crawlself || Dea / Dead / Deads / Deadself || Decay / Decayed / Decays / Decayself || Di / Dir / Dirt / Dirtself || Freak / Freaks / Freakself || Ghou / Ghoul / Ghouls / Ghoulself || Gore / Gores / Goreself || Grim / Grime / Grimeself || Gut / Guts / Gutself || It / Its / Itself || Li / Lich / Lichs / Lichself || Nec / Necro / Necrom / Necroself || Rot / Rots / Rotself || Un / Dead / Undeadself || Zomb / Zombie / Zombies / Zombieself || 🧟 / 🧟s / 🧟self || 🪦 / 🪦s / 🪦self || ⚰️ / ⚰️s / ⚰️self || 🧠 / 🧠s / 🧠self || 🍖 / 🍖s / 🍖self

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- 𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Titles]

The Undead // One With Rotted Flesh // Zomb Who Came From The Earth // It Who Craves Flesh // The Living Corpse // Living Dead Girl // He Of Grime and Death // The Decaying Ghoul // The Risen Dead // The Infected // Hy Who Is Bitten // The Living Dead // Thon Of Putrid Remains // The Scourged // The Walker // The Rotted Zombie // Kie Of Rotted Remains // It Who Craves Brains

Note :: All pronouns can be replaced w/ your preferred pronouns!

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- 𝕃𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕤 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Labels]

// Aldercormangic // Aldercorpse // Bloodzombic // Corpsegender (HQ Flag) // Cutezombigoran // Deadboygender // Deadthing // Deaissmic // Deathing // Decomgender // Draugrgender // Fouscizte // Fuzzetix // Genderanimate // Genderverval // Genderzombie // Ghoulexic // Ghoulfrilled // Gravedeux // Gravelexic // Incordycepic // Livingdeadboygender // Lovizomb // Malizomb // Mortemgender // Neu/Fem/Mascdead // Notzombie // Zombie Omninoun // Zombie4Zombie // Zombiecoric // Zombiecorngender // Zombiegender // Zombieic // Zombieish // Zombiespiderman // Zombiething // ZOMBiN // Zombmedix // Zombnurse // Zombun/pup/catgender // Zomflodernic // Zomidolic // Zomroyalty

Note :: The first letter of each term is a link to that term!

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sacrifesse · 6 months

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🎀🔪 ⋆˙⟡♡ CUTESY HORROR iD PACK 〰️

╰┈┈➤ REQUESTED BY ANON ｡

— NAMES : cutie , cutesse , cutette , horroresse , horrorette , eldritche , eldritchesse , eldritchette , ouija , pinky , pinkie , pinkette , pinkesse , sacrifesse , massacrette , massacresse , kille , killette , killesse , celeste , glory, glorie , glorette , gloresse , gorey , gorie , gorette , goresse , melanie , glinda , glenda , circe , morticia , raven , ravenna , raventte , ravenesse , adam , blade , bladie , bladette , bladesse , igor , jekyll , hide , lucifer , poe , wren , wednesday , lulu , jinx , lacey , lacesse , lacette , murdesse , murdette , reaper , reaperesse , reaperette

— PRONOUNS : cute/cutes/cuteself , horror/horrors/horrorself , eldritch/eldritches/eldritcheself , ouija/ouijas/ouijaself , pink/pinks/pinkself , massacre/massacres/massacreself , kill/kills/killself , glory/glories/glorieself , gore/gores/goreself , mortician/morticians/morticianself , raven/ravens/ravenself , blade/blades/bladeself , jinx/jinxes/jinxeself , lace/laces/laceself , murder/murders/murderself

— TiTLES : the cutesy abomination , death’s favorite sweetheart , the horrific cutie , the one of bows, lace, and vanishing without a trace , the one of cute skirts and bloodshed , (pronoun) who causes a massacre with a single smile , the killer in pink , the purest killer , (pronoun) who mails (pronoun) torn out heart in an envelope sealed with a kiss , (pronoun) who reapplies (pronoun) lipstick after every murder , the cutest killer

— GENDERS : cuvocafacadic , meatcutehoardic , rottenplumgender , sweetwistin , romiecideca/romiecidica , grinreapergender , cuteguro/cutehorror , 🎀🦇emojic , elecutehorroric , omnidoll , reaperess , reapence , reaparch , luvorelita , deathcute , horrorangel , horroriune , laceldritchity , maidegravic , plaguecute , horrormaiden , mollisdeathgender , dollvoid , doll o’ flesh , pasteluvlettergothic , holycannibal , 🎀🥩emojic , horrorfacadic

pt: cutesy horror id pack

requested by anon /end pt.

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crumblita · 4 months

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npt/id pack for zombies?

zombie id pack

names : zomb( ita / ina / lita ) , ghoul( ette / ita ) , corps( ie ) , stitch( es / y / ie ) , muerto / muerta , mort( e ) , flesh , revenant , ghoul , grave( stone ) , carl , resurrect( ion ) , vertebrae , apparition , appendix , morgue( tte / sse ) , morbid , morb( ette / esse ) , dearil , emily , emilee , nikolai , merle , mist( y ) , necro , morbid , slash( ette / esse ) , frail( ita / esse / ette ) , tomb , grim

pronouns : dead / deads , undead / undeads , zomb / zombs , zomb / zombie , zombie / zombies , rot / rots , blood / bloods , death / deaths , corpse / corpses , hurt / hurts , scar / scars , rip / rips , ki / kill , kill / kills , rotten / rottens , rot / rotten , bone / bones , undead / undeads , lurk / lurks , grave / graves , coffin / coffins , fright / frights , tomb / tombs

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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TWITTER SUCKS! > twenty-eight! kiss the girl

synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.

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a/n: more lore and jieun getting roasted to the ground. she about to become a pack of roasted peanuts💅🏻 (idk don’t ask).

fun fact! i’ve been to HYBE before. well not go in HYBE but I have stood outside HYBE before and I must say it’s really nice.

you have never felt this nervous. your fingers gripping the ends of your sleeveless. you were about to meet ENHYPEN. the people who helped heal you from your horrible breakup. god, you were terrified of messing up.

you walked up the steps and through the revolving door (yes, HYBE has a revolving door. like what is this a hotel??). there was a receptionist so you were about to walk up to them and tell them about it but someone pops out of nowhere.

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“oh? noona.” jungwon says. you turned around and you gasp. this was yang jungwon in flesh. you nearly yelped in excitement but you should definitely not act like a crazy fan. also they really meant it when they said camera never does idols justice. jungwon looked way more prettier in real life.

“jungwon.” the younger boy smiles.

“heeseung hyung has been so nervous about today. he kept straightening his shirt and making sure his hair was-” he chuckles. “ah, you should just meet him. follow me!”

you glanced at the staff at the reception and jungwon notices.

“don’t worry. you are with us, i’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“yeah but shouldn’t I get a pass? surely, I can’t just enter the building like this.” jungwon pouts.

“okay, maybe I should call the manager down here.” he dials for the manager and enhypen’s manager comes down. there was a slight administrative work but it was settled quickly. though…the manager kinda did have to lie about you were being a new staff but it was for a good cause so who cares.

jungwon opens the door for you and walked in. the others quickly took notice of you and you felt overwhelmed.

“noona, you’re really pretty in real life.” jake says. it earns a smack from sunghoon.

“yah yah, heeseung hyung’s girl. you should know the bro code.” sunghoon says.

“i’m just complimenting her. is it wrong to compliment someone?”

“it’s not wrong, it’s just that everytime you compliment someone. they just take it as you’re flirting with them.” jay says. jake was about to argue but he stops himself before pouting.

ni-ki turns to look at heeseung. “hyung, are you not going to greet her?”

“uh-” he clears his throat. “yeah. hi (name).”

you smiled, “hi heeseung.”

heeseung could feel his heart racing. your smile was pretty and he liked it. he wanted to see it more often.

“heeseung, you have an interview so you need to change and get your makeup done.” jieun enters the room. she realises you were there. she glares at you.

“and who might you be?” jieun gives you a fake smile. one that you could clearly tell was sarcastic and fake.

“she’s a new staff member.” jungwon explains. he points to your ID card.

“her? please don’t me she’s part of the fashion team or makeup team. she can’t even plan her outfit and makeup right.” jieun says. sunoo rolls his eyes.

“i’m sorry but judging by your outfit choice today…” he scans her outfit. “yeah, you look like a hot mess. not stylish at all. aren’t you supposed to be our stylist?”

jieun scoffs, “I am a makeup artist not a fashion designer.”

“your foundation is caked up. better remove it, you look like a ghost.” sunoo sasses. jieun stomps her feet and leaves the room.

“damn, is she always like this?”

“with sunoo mainly.” sunghoon says.

“we don’t waste our energy on her because we find her annoying. sunoo does the roasting most of the times. he enjoys seeing her storm off.” jay shrugs.

“anyways, noona. are you and heeseung hyung going to have a date? a company date?” ni-ki smirks. heeseung shoves the younger boy.

“no. it’s a friendly date.”

oh it’s a friendly date. you dressed up nicely for nothing?

jay pulls heeseung aside.

“noona, how about we reach you how to do ‘drunk-dazed’?” jake suggests.

“in a skirt?” you say. jake flushes.

“uh, okay maybe not ‘drunk-dazed’. what about umm..”

“whoops too bad. sorry! I’ll take (name)’s time now!” heeseung grabs your hands and pulls you away from the boys. he quickly leaves the room with you.

“first step complete!” sunoo clasps.

“are you going to get mae and subin here?” sunghoon asks jay.

“should we? I think (name) noona might get suspicious though.”

“who cares if she gets suspicious. she’s going to literally find out hyung likes her and they both have feelings for each other.” sunghoon says.

“sunghoon hyung is right. we should get mae and subin here. they know her best.” jungwon says.

“alright, if leader nim says so.” jay says.

in a matter of 15-20 minutes later, mae and subin appeared at the practice room.

“where they fucking?” mae says upon entering the room. subin smacks her arm.

“unnie, that’s not nice of you to say that. she and heeseung oppa are just chatting.” subin says.

jay stares right at mae and swore his heart leaps. which was weird because he has never had this happen before. sure, he had crushes but something about mae was getting to him.

“hey bud, you’re drooling.” jake nudges. jay rolls his eyes.

“I am not. anyways, hyung and noona went to the rooftop cafe. it’s famous up there for date spots between staff and idols.”

“oooo is there mint choco in the cafe?” subin asks. sunoo gasps.

“you’re a true sunoo stan.” he goes to hug her. subin freezes. mae snorts.

back to you and heeseung. he hands his card to the cashier and pays for the drinks.

“so…what did you and jay talk about?”

“nothing, he’s just teasing me. that’s all.”

“oh. that’s umm sweet?”

heeseung chuckles, “really?”

“I mean you guys have been friends for 7 years now. you guys practically like siblings. teasing is only a common thing in a friendship.”

“so you, mae and subin tease each other a lot?”

“only recently when-” you paused. were you about to expose your feelings for him? what if you do tell him though…what could happen.

“only when?”

“i started to have a crush on you.” you whispered the last part. heeseung tilts his head.

“i’m sorry, I couldn’t catch the last part.”

“you. I have a crush on you.” you blushed after admitting it. heeseung’s jaw drops.

“order for lee heeseung!” the barista calls out.

“i-” he stood up. “I’ll get our order. one second.”

you mumbling and smacking from somewhere and you spot a familiar sweater that subin loved wearing. that’s when your eyes widened, the other boys and your friends were listening in. mae realises you had seen them so she drags the others away. heeseung places the tray on the table.

“umm, i’m sorry i dumped a whole big bomb on you. I shouldn’t have expose my feelings for you when we quite literally just met in person-”

what you did not expect was for lee heeseung, your bias, your crush and the man you liked, to kiss you. heeseung places a finger under your chin to tilt your head up so he could kiss you easier. you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. only a couple of seconds later, heeseung pulls away.

“don’t doubt yourself, I like you as much as you do.” he pecks your forehead.

splash

a gasp was heard after you heard a cup fall to the ground. when you and heeseung turned back to the sound, you realised it was jieun. her fist was clenched, she runs. probably to inform the other staff of you and heeseung. both you and heeseung turned to each other, there was a knowing look that both of you knew.

you had to stop jieun and expose her

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astrum-aetherium · 9 months

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hi dear

no because i love anything domestic and mundane and with henry even more.

you know those sweet little things. like washing the dishes, drying them, cooking, glances across the room, reading quietly together, falling asleep on his lap, oh and if i saw one of those small smiles adorning his lips i would never stop grinning ( or sobbing) while looking at him ( honest id love to see what he'd do if he saw me staring at him with a big smile upon seeing one of his smiles). i so so so need this.

im violently sobbing rn

-A

i, too, am immensely fond of domesticity and the simple things, specifically applied to a character as cool and otherwise indifferent as henry. it's very mellowing, so tender, and comforting beyond all comprehension. i wholeheartedly love the few ideas you've pitched in the request, they're marvelous. let me see what i can conjure up on the basis thereof.

doing the dishes for him after a long, taxing day; knowing he is merely situated in the adjacent room, working; being reassured of the fact by the waft of smoke curling its way into the kitchen. washing mugs that previously harbored tea he'd made for you, precisely the way you like it; drying plates that were previously used to serve a meal you'd brought from home for the two of you, a loving gesture he appreciated so much he couldn't help but press a gratuitous kiss into your forehead, specifically because he had been so busy lately he couldn't even bring himself to cook. but there you were, swooping in, and saving him from the brink of giving up on himself once more.

finishing up the dishes and tiredly lowering yourself into his couch with a book as he sits at his desk in the same room and continues working on something so tremendously important to him. flicking through the pages placidly, calmly, at utter peace — lighting yourself a cigarette when and if you feel like it, having wordlessly snuck one from the pack of luckies lain by his dominant hand. indirectly and passively listening to how he breathes, how his pen scratches ink into the firm paper, how he turns over book pages of his own and sighs every now and again with a heaviness that awakens sympathy in you. all the while, you read, immersed in either a story to get your mind off of your studies or matching henry in productivity by reading something on the curriculum.

soon enough, he would rise, and flick off the desktop lamp — thereby marking his work time done for now. without detaching your eyes from your book, you'd know that his would be looking for you, only because mere moments later, you'd feel his tired, large frame sinking into the very same couch you're curled up on. he would gently grab hold of your legs and place them on his lap, tenderly caressing them through the dark tights posing a barrier between his digits and your bare flesh. you'd sigh, then, laying your book aside — only to be met with a mellow, soft glance exuding from him. he'd smile upon having locked eyes with you, albeit lightly — tiredly. that smile would simultaneously cause your heart to swell and bleed, aware of how much relief your presence provides him but also due to the bitter recognition of how much he needs said relief in the first place due to constantly being burdened and plagued by his studies, his environment, and his problems.

"read that to me, please," he'd request, then, nodding at the book you will have lowered in your lap. "and come a little closer, if you'd like."

because of his kind, meager proposition, you'd be propped against his shoulder, his arms tenderly encasing your body, in no time. you'd be lowly reading to him, regardless of whether he is familiar with the content of the book or not; he would merely delight in listening to the velvety, quiet flow of your voice. every now and again, his lukewarm fingertips would drift across the stretch of your arm, your waist, or your legs — whatever he will be holding onto. once you would end up falling asleep on him in this way, he would slowly lull you into a more comfortable position, and then light himself a cigarette — descending into contemplation and worry once more, ready for yet another sleepless night, which would merely be sweetened by your warm and comforting presence asleep in his grasp.

#henry winter imagine #henry winter x reader #henry winter thirst #indulgent thoughts #astrum asks #i went off on this one okay oops #i need this very badly though #like wow wow wow craving this carnally #all i need is tenderness and domesticity #mr winter i NEED you #please let me have this #godddddddddddddd

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danosrosegarden · 10 months

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Angel (Part One) - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Contains: mentions/descriptions of sex work (reader is a sex worker), toxic relationships, and smoking. Also, reader's gender is never mentioned, but they are bisexual (it is a very minor detail).

Note: this is my big series I've had planned out for a long time, and I'm so excited to finally release chapter one! A disclaimer: I do not intend to disrespect sex work with the reader's situation here. They are unhappy with their work and have had negative experiences in the past. This is not the experience of all sex workers, simply just one fictional story. I also want to make it clear: Angel Eddie is based off Paul Dano's 2022 interpretation of The Riddler, but will have minor differences.

It was the sort of bleak, frosty rain that splashed through your skin and absorbed into your bones, the bitterly icy water leaking drop by drop into your marrow. Your skin was prickled with goosebumps as you shivered through the cloud-soaked night.

He was just another client. God, how you tried to convince yourself Marshall was just another client. It broiled in your brain and screamed in your blood...he was just another client. But what other client had you lived with for five months? What other client held you ever so gently when the dark void of night fell and you felt the festering handprints of the past gripping your hips? There would never be another one like him.

You forgot how long you had been wandering the streets after Marshall kicked you out. There were times before when he would come home drunk and angry, yelling at you to get the fuck out of his sight. He would remember how used you were and want you gone. But there was a feeling burning inside of your gut, the flames licking the flesh of your stomach. The burning feeling this was the final time. He wouldn't have you back. You weren't sure what you expected, exactly...tears? A screaming match? Shattered glass? Tearing through his apartment and your shared memories, eyes scorching red with searing hot acrimony? You weren't sure. What ended up being was the rain-slicked streets of Gotham and the air around you soaked with a thick sheet of silence.

You searched the roads for an awning...any swath of dryness would do. You just wanted a cigarette, that's all. You adjusted your bag's strap on your shoulder and thought about the contents as the frigid rain continued to slice into your skin. Three packs of menthol cigarettes, your ID and debit card, and a couple hundred dollars in twenties. You couldn't remember if the money was yours or Marshall's. You couldn't be asked to give a fuck. You had grabbed it off the kitchen counter as Marshall screamed and tore the place apart. So what, you had seen a different client while staying with him? You didn't know things were so official that he would get so upset. You needed the money. You had to pay half the bills somehow, after all. Who cared now? You were out and on your own. That's all that mattered.

You spotted the car from across the street in the empty parking lot of Josephine's. God, you hadn't been to Josephine's in years. You wondered if she still had a special original pastry of the month. You wondered how disappointed she would be if she saw how far you had fallen away from yourself.

You felt as if you were morphing back into yourself when you had first started as you made your way across the street. Back when you would approach men in cars, girls at clubs, people anywhere, any time. You were hungry for experience, determined to scratch an abundance of notches on your bedpost. Maybe through taking on more and more clients, you could find something resembling self-worth if you held it in a certain light. It never did work, but that wouldn't stop you from trying again.

You knocked on the car window and waited.

It didn't roll down. You tried again.

The man sitting inside was startled by the noise, jumping in his seat and staring at you with wide, bloodshot eyes. His hair reached past his ears and was frazzled at the ends. He stared at you for a few more seconds before a gravelly bark came from him.

"What."

"Roll your window down."

Reluctantly, the man rolled down his window, continuing to peer deep into your eyes as you bent down to his window's height.

"Can I get in?" you tried. You knew you were being stupid, but you were past the point of caring about much of anything anymore.

"I'm not letting you in," the man said curtly.

For God's sake, could you catch any kind of break tonight?

"Please. It's raining hard, and I was just kicked out of my apartment. I have nowhere to go," you begged.

The man rolled his window up, and you felt the stitches of your heart tear apart. You felt as though you had run out of chances. A street cat who had run out of lives. With your heart split into two, your blood running rimy, and your bones shaking in your skin, you knelt down next to the strangers car and cried. You had never felt more lost in the wind than now, with even the sounds of your broken snivels drowned out by the pouring rain.

The sound of the car door opening and slamming shut made you jump. The man from inside the car popped the trunk and rifled through it for a moment before pulling out a clear umbrella. He shut the trunk and walked over to you, opening the umbrella and kneeling beside you.

"Here."

It was small enough to where only one person would fit under it. With a trembling hand, you took it from him. An instantaneous burst of laughter exploded from your chest as you felt the relief from the rain. The man jumped again at the sound of your laugh.

"What?"

You shook your head, coughing and strangling your laughter. "I'm very happy to not get rained on anymore, I guess. I've been out here for awhile."

The man nodded and ran a hand through his hair. You sat in silence for a moment before a wave of newfound warmth and confidence crashed over you.

"My name is Y/N."

The man looked down at his shoes.

"You don't have to tell me your name. But I wanted to say thank you for the umbrella. And for sitting here with me, I guess. Tonight has been...rough. It's nice to have a little bit of company."

"My name is Edward."

You peered at his features: the strong bump of his nose, the freckles dotting his cheeks, the violet bags tugging at the skin underneath his eyes, the pout of his thin lips. He was interesting to view.

"Hi, Edward."

He said nothing.

In the middle of this downcast, hopeless evening, something inside you was whispering that you had found peace. And maybe it was just for tonight. Maybe it was just for as long as Edward would stay with you beside his car in Josephine's parking lot. But it felt warmer than Marshall's touch. It felt safer than having to sit through his drunken outbursts. It was quiet, which you weren't used to in your life, but it was warm. Safe. Good.

You rested your chin on your knees and closed your eyes, letting the last drops of rain fall from your soaked clothes as Edward sat up and opened the car door for you.

"You can get in, if you'd like."

#Eli's writing #Danonation #Paul Dano #Edward Nashton #The Riddler #The Batman #Edward Nashton x reader #The Riddler x reader #Edward Nashton x you #The Riddler x you #Edward Nashton x Y/N #The Riddler x Y/N

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wolv2077 · 2 months

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⚒️WIP Whenever...

Cyberpunk 2077 Mods

Honestly nothing major right now. I got off my ass and started porting an older outfit over to ArchiveXL (thx bean-chan for the help). I'll refit it to some of the popular fem body mods in the process. ETA ~ 1 week.

New Cyberpunk 2077 Modding Tool

I spent most of my time these past few days working on a "Photomode to AMM convertor".

The idea is: 1. Drag in any Cyberpunk photomode animation file 2. Click the magic button 3. You'll get a complete AMM pose mod thats NexusMods-ready. It'll build and pack all the required files (workspot, lua etc) for you.

It's ugly as shit and super unfinished but currently it's able to read animation files from the game. It can't do anything beyond that though. The goal is to flesh it out over the next few weeks. Motivation While I like creating mods, some parts of the process is tedious & repetitive. I think its better to have tools that automate grunt work like incrementing id's, adding entries and managing file paths so that you have more time to do fun, creative stuff. ETA ~ 2-4 weeks because i'm addicted to bg3 again. -- Thanks @wanderingaldecaldo for the tag (and anyone who tagged me prior)

#stuff im working on #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 modding #wip whenever #cyberpunk tool wip #wolvmods

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rabidbatboy · 5 months

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ID PACKS LIST

🥊 ANIMALS

scary dogcat pack

spider pack

bat pack

mutt pack

🥊 MEDIA

scene kid ghostface pack

saw movies pack

dark alice in wonderland pack

resident evil pack

slasher pack

fight club pack

🥊 OTHER

religious rural gothic pack

vampire reaper pack

carnivorous eerie angel pack

masc loser pack

knife/blade pack

fem loser pack

murderous victorian gentleman pack

biohazard pack

flesh/gore/viscera pack

#id pack #identity pack #npt #npt list #title ideas #title suggestions #title list #name ideas #name suggestions #name list #pronoun suggestions #pronoun ideas #pronoun list

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marzmud · 2 years

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Maxis Makeovers: The Noble Vampires

A completely vanilla/cc-free makeover of Maxis' gallery household "The Noble Vampires," featuring Vlad Bloodvein, Elle DeVampiro, and Inna Cents.

Search origin id: marzmud or #TTTP to find them on the gallery! view full sized preview

More pictures, pack requirements, and tray files beneath the cut.

Historical simmers could probably better tell you how limiting EA content is when it comes to period pieces, so, rather than time-accurate attire, Vlad and Elle have what I like to call "vaguely historical maxis chic." Perhaps they hail from the EAteen hundreds. What time period is that? Who's to say. 😉 (On the other hand, Inna's fashion is simply a bit old fashioned and reserved.) All three have fleshed out likes and dislikes, but no sexual orientation preferences. I did not change their original traits or aspirations.

Outfit previews from left to right: Inna, Elle, Vlad.

Packs used:

Get to Work, Get Together, City Living, Seasons, Get Famous, Discover University, Eco Lifestyle, Cottage Living, High School Years, Spa Day, Vampires, Parenthood, Realm of Magic, Journey to Batuu, My Wedding Stories, Werewolves, Luxury Party, Spooky Stuff, Romantic Garden, Vintage Glamour, Laundry Day, Paranormal, Moonlight Chic.

DOWNLOAD: tray files @ sfs (no ads) mirror: patreon (always free)

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#ts4 #sims 4 #maxis match #ts4cc #s4cc #ts4 vanilla #sim download #sim dump #townie makeovers #premades #Vlad Bloodvein #Elle DeVampiro #Inna Cents #cc: sims #TTTP

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bekandrew · 5 months

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Delta Portrait

A portrait of my Sabbat Tzimisce pack priest, Delta in their very extra clothes. Oil on Canvas. Print available: https://bekandrew.artstation.com/store/art_posters/OQ4RM/delta-portrait [Alt ID: Oil painting portrait of a humanoid monster with purpleish pale skin warped to have long thin fingers , two sets of eyes, an extra mouth on the neck, extra long tongue, sharp pointed teeth, carved capital Delta in the forehead, a stylized spiked ankh sabbat symbol on the chest, and a flesh braid which holds back the long mane of black hair. They also have a crown of short antler-like bone horns and are wearing a low-V opening leather jumpsuit and trenchcoat with finger armor and chain hand jewelry. The tips of the claw rings have blood the monster licks off. End ID.]

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marzipanrose · 8 months

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you know what type of business Id make if I had stupid money? a doll company that specializes in everything except 12 in female fashion dolls.

12th scale guys? sure!

Fashion packs for 12th scale girls& guys? absolutely!

12th scale dioramas and furniture? you bet your ass!

articulated pets? yes yes yes!

basically everything that not a priority for mattel/mga/hasbro... give people a opportunity to really flesh out their doll worlds at playline prices.

#dolls #dollblr

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