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alwaysonthemend · 11 months

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Ménage a Quatre

Author’s Note: Requested by @ignite-my-fire , this fic was an absolute delight to write. It’s way longer than I had initially planned so sorry for the delay. I think this is the fic that’s officially making me go to hell but I’d say it’s fucking worth it because damn was this fun to write. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sorry for any typos/mistakes! Please note, there is no slash in this fic, as this is not Alabama. (I can make that joke because I was born there)

Summary: You’ve known the Kiszkas for practically their entire lives. Your friendship with them is a little unique given that you’ve slept with all three of them over the years, but you never made it official with any of them. You figure it’s just a matter of time before they find out the truth and you know that once they do, you’ll probably never hear from any of them ever again. They're just about to finish up the last leg of tour and you discover that it’s actually quite the opposite.

Content Warnings: Forgive me father for I have sinned. Foursome. Cussing, dirty talk, name calling, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, hand jobs, unprotected sex. Overall just very dirty. Needless to say, 18+ MINORS DNI (plz)

Word Count: 5056

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These situations were rarely ever simple. And yours is extra complicated given that you’d been friends with the Kiszka brothers for most of their lives. You’d met them all the way back in middle school when you’d shared a class with Sam. He had invited you over to his house to hang out and, as the years passed, you became good friends with Jake and Josh as well. You had been with them for all of it – from their first few band practices in the garage to Greta Van Fleet becoming famous. And somehow, they still considered you family, despite their newfound rockstar status.

It started, you suppose, with Sammy. Since you two are the same age, he’d always been the one that you considered yourself closest to. And sure, you couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, especially as he grew into the man he is now. And he’d always been the one that you figured you might have a shot with. He’d been your first kiss in the 8th grade, and he’d been the one to take your virginity after a drunken homecoming party your senior year. And though it had been incredible, and the two of you slept with each other a few more times that summer, you had never made it official.

Things changed though when you were a sophomore in college and Josh had come alone to visit you. The thing about Josh is that he always comes across as a little flirty, and you had never paid it any mind. But during that particular visit, the banter back and forth between the two of you had been at an all time high. Little touches of his would linger, and you would often catch him staring at you as you passed. Inevitably, you fell into bed with him – just as you had with Sam years before. It was incredible. Josh is a giving lover (just as you always assumed he’d be) and your time together that night haunted your dreams for months after he left. You’d always had a little crush on Sam, but suddenly you found yourself looking at Josh in a brand new light. You felt terribly guilty and chalked it up to the Kiszka charm and did your best to push the both of them from your mind.

And then came your graduation party. Josh, Jake, and Sam – along with all of your other friends and family were present. The night was full of excitement and catching up and plenty of alcohol to go around. You would blame that alcohol for a long time for what happened. Sleeping with the third Kiszka brother was, you insisted to yourself, merely a result of drinking way too much. Jake was nothing like Josh or Sam. He was dominant, commanding. And you loved every minute of it. His fingers were fucking magical, calloused and talented, and he had brought you to the edge so many times you had lost count. And as you laid there that night, head resting on his shoulder as he slept, you realized that you were completely, irrevocably, and utterly fucked.

Sleeping with your childhood best friend was one thing, but fucking both of his older brothers was a whole other problem. The guilt ate away at you, consuming your thoughts and souring any moment you shared with them. And the worst part of it was, you couldn’t really make yourself regret any of it. All three of them had given you nights that you would never forget, and any other man you tried to sleep with paled in comparison. You couldn’t even pleasure yourself without your mind drifting to those nights – imagining the way Sam thrust into powerfully, or the way Josh ate you out like a man starved, or the way Jake had stared into your eyes has he edged you for what felt like the millionth time. You’d had a taste of the talented Kiszka brothers, and you were hungry for me – no matter how wrong it was.

The years passed and, despite your best efforts, you slept with them all a handle of times each. And each and every time the guilt chipped away at you, eating away at your thoughts constantly. You never said a word to any of them about the whole situation, and as the years passed it got harder and harder to think of a way to bring it up to them. Eventually, you just accepted that one day they’d all find out and your friendship with the Kiszkas would be ruined forever and that there was nothing you could really do about it. The best you could do was enjoy each encounter as much as you could and be thankful while it lasted.

But things would soon change for all four of you. The release of the Battle at Garden’s Gate and the beginning of the Dreams in Gold Tour changed your world completely. The first leg had been brutal as you hardly got to see the boys at all. On one of the few instances in which they were all at home, taking a break, Sam had approached you with an offer you couldn’t refuse.

“Y/n,” He’d said one day whilst the two of you were sitting at the table eating a light lunch, “how would you feel about coming with us for this last leg of the tour?”

Your eyes had grown comically large and you stared at him.

“I mean, ya! I’d love to but… why?” You wrung your hands together, nervous. “I mean, I FaceTime you guys all the time. It’s not like we never get to talk when you’re on tour.”

“I know.” Sam had said, eyes staring at you intently. “But the truth is… I miss the way we used to be.” He glanced down, suddenly bashful. “I miss the nights we used to have together and I thought that maybe, if you were on tour with us, we could do it again.”

The panic that washed over you had been unlike anything you’d ever felt before. The back of your neck grew hot as the guilt that you thought you had escaped reared its ugly head ten fold. The fear must have shown on your face because Sam was quick to backtrack.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to! I… I just thought I’d ask.”

“It’s not that, Sammy. I want to. Of course I want to. It’s just…” You trailed off, desperately trying to come up with a reason other than the terrible truth. You couldn’t think of anything.

“Sam, there’s no way for me to tell you this without sounding like the worst fucking person on the planet, and I hope we can still be at least sort of friends after I tell you… but I understand if you decide against ever talking to me ever again because-”

“Y/n.” Sam silenced your rambling. “I know. We all know.”

You stared, unbelieving.

“Know what?” It couldn’t be true.

“Do you really think three brothers aren’t going to brag to each other about sleeping with the hottest fucking girl we know?” He laughed and took a sip of his drink. “Granted, we didn’t immediately know we all were talking about the same one but… once we did, none of us really cared.”

Your jaw fell open as you stared at him. Your brain was barely processing the words he was saying. They had known? All these years? And not one of them had thought to mention it to you…

“And… you’re all, you know… okay with it?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“Duh. I’m not the only one who wants you on tour with us. Josh and Jake both wholeheartedly want you there with us, too.” He watched your face morph from emotion to emotion – from panic, fear, confusion, and finally doubt. “I promise y/n. We’re all cool with it. I wouldn’t have asked you to come along with us if we all hadn’t talked about it first. So,” He spread his arms wide and grinned at you, “What'll it be, y/n?”

And that’s how you found yourself traveling the world with Greta Van Fleet, spending your nights partying with them and sleeping with them whenever they pleased. It was weird at first, having sex with each of them whilst knowing that they all knew, but eventually the oddness faded. Sam, Jake, and Josh were the handsomest fuckers to ever walk the planet, and you were lucky enough to be able to have all three of them. And to be honest, you were having the time of your fucking life.

As time passed, the whole situation began to feel a little less strange. Granted, your situation was anything but normal – but you found yourself and the Kiszkas enjoying life far more than you had been before. There was never any weirdness or animosity between you all – much to your relief. Even if one of them walked in on you with another, there were never any hard feelings. Usually just a smirk and an apology, often accompanied by a laugh as they exited the room. The life became normal – despite being so atypical, and time flew by. Before you all knew it, the tour was drawing to a close.

It was the night of the last show. The boys had absolutely killed it out on stage (just like they always did) but there had been something particularly special about their performance this time. Sam had looked downright ethereal out on stage, effortlessly playing the best he had all tour. Josh’s vocals had been heavenly, and the raw emotion that he was feeling at the end of the tour had been evident – making his singing even more powerful than usual. And Jake’s last Weight of Dreams solo had been mesmerizing, his mannerisms becoming practically feral by the end as he basically fucked his guitar on stage. By the end, you excused yourself to your hotel room, completely wound up after the show. You needed some relief, and you didn’t care which of them it was. At this point, you just needed whoever showed up at your door first. They all had their own spare key, so you were sure it was a race of who could get here first.

It was Jake that made it first. You heard the door unlock and he strode across the room quickly, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a hot kiss to your neck. He was still sweaty and warm against you, and you could easily feel his cock through his stage pants. You turned in his grasp to face him, pressing your lips to his in a needy kiss.

“You looked incredible out there tonight, Jakey.” You said between kisses. He chuckled as he detached himself from you to close the door behind himself.

“Thank you, y/n. Got myself a little worked up.” He turned back around and gave you a pointed grin.

“Oh?” You asked, walking slowly over to the bed. “Something I can help with?”

Jake let out a growl deep in his chest as he wasted no time in stripping his stage clothes, tossing them to the floor in a heap. He walked confidently over to you, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your head back to expose your throat.

“You know exactly what I need, sweet girl.” He released you. “Strip.” He ordered, and you quickly complied, almost falling over in your haste to rid yourself of your own clothes.

Once free of your clothes, you crawled onto the bed and leaned back, hair splayed out like a halo around your head. You let your legs fall apart, giving Jake a clear view of your glistening folds.

“Well then,” You said, eyes hooded and heart racing, “come and take it.”

Jake wasted no time before jumping onto the bed, the springs creaking as his weight settled. He dove between your thighs, licking a stripe up your pussy. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, uncaring if anyone heard you. Jake began to eat you out like he was a starving man given his first meal, and he quickly had you spewing curses and moans loudly. So loud, in fact, that neither of you heard the door to the room open and close.

“God damn, she is a fucking sight to behold.” Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Josh’s voice. Jake detached himself from your dripping cunt, turning to give his twin a smirk.

“Don’t stop on my account, brother.” Josh said grinning, eyes still trained on your pussy. “Do you mind if I join in on the fun? It is the last show and all…”

They both were looking at you now, and neither of their gazes were demanding. Truly, it was your choice, and you knew that you could say ‘no’ without either of them becoming upset. You thought for a moment, weighing the idea in your mind. Though you’d been sharing them the whole time, none of you had ever crossed the line of sharing at the same time. But you’d be a big fat liar if you said you hadn’t imagined it before – secret, dirty dreams in which you got to have all three of them at once. And well, two out of three ain’t bad.

“I’d love for you to join.” You said, voice still a little shaky from Jake’s earlier attention.

“You sure?” Jake asked, placing a warm palm on your thigh. “It’s okay if you say no.”

“No hard feelings at all, love. Promise.” Josh added, giving you a sweet smile.

“I’m sure. Promise.” You echo Josh’s words and both of their smiles grow.

“Perfect.” Josh said, already beginning to step out of his jumpsuit. He lets it pool around his feet before stepping out of it and you can’t help but moan at the sight of him. Jake brings his mouth back down on your throbbing cunt, and you clench your eyes shut and groan loudly. You feel the bed dip next to you as Josh climbs in, leaning down to press wet kisses to your tits.

“Sammy’s gonna be so jealous that he’s missing out.” You sigh, fighting to keep your voice from cracking.

“Mmm. Probably.” Josh agrees, before swirling his tongue around one of your hard nipples. You moan loudly as Jake suckles on your clit for a moment before sitting up. His face is wet with your juices and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Do you want me to text him?” Jake asks quietly, and Josh sits up as well. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Jake hastily adds. “Two is one thing. All three might be the death of you.” He grins and Josh scoffs at him.

“There were probably a million better ways you could have phrased that.” You laugh at Josh’s comment and Jake gives you both a joking scowl.

“Yeah, probably.” You pause again, gathering your racing thoughts. This whole night is becoming a wet dream come true. “Text him, Jake.”

He nods and rises from the bed to extract his phone from the pile of clothes on the floor by the door. He taps his fingers quickly across the screen.

“He was waiting just down in the lobby bar.” He says, clicking his phone off and lying it back on top of his clothes. “He was gonna wait for his turn.” He chuckles as he returns to the bed.

It doesn’t take long for the door to open again, and Sam enters the room. His hair is framing his pretty face beautifully and you lick your lips at the sight of him.

“Hey, Sammy.” You whisper, eyes dark and chest flushed with excitement. He’s only wearing his stage pants and you can see his cock straining beneath them.

“Hey, y/n.” He says, walking over to the side of the bed.

The three brothers look to each other, eyes dancing back and forth amongst themselves, almost as if they’re carrying a conversation with each other. Knowing them and their close bonds, they probably are.

“Well,” Josh finally says, voice horse and gruff, “a menage a quatre it is, then.” He grins and Sam and Jake do the same, before all of their eyes turn to you. You gulp. You feel like prey, being stalked through the woods by a pack of wild animals. And in a sense, you are. This whole experience with them has been eye opening, as you’ve learned more about yourself and what you like than ever before. Sam, Josh, and Jake have given you a freedom that you’ve never had before, and one that you probably won’t have again.

‘Tonight, pretty girl,” Sammy whispers, “you’re ours.” He says, tracing a finger along the curve of your jaw.

“All ours, my dear.” Josh murmurs as he leans down, ghosting his lips over your skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Jake roughly grips the meat of one of your ass cheeks and squeezes, calloused fingers digging into your flesh.

“And you’re gonna fucking take it however we want it.” He says, eyes dark and sparkling.

You swallow thickly and nod your head wordlessly, senses already overwhelmed and every nerve in your body on fire. Sam slides his pants down and off him, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He climbs onto the bed and settles onto his knees by your feet. You turn your head to watch him, entranced by the grace of his movements. In your peripheral you see Josh’s curly head descend upon your skin, leaving wet, hot kisses on your neck. He nips and bites as he goes, drawing breathy little moans from you.

“So pretty like this, baby girl.” He says as he licks into your mouth, tongue plunging into you to explore. He swallows your moan as Sam takes over from Jake earlier, lapping between your folds and circling your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You whine, tossing your head back as Josh brings his mouth back to your tits while one hand tweaks your other nipple. He wraps his free hand around his cock and begins to fuck into his own hand.

“Such pretty noises.” He moans around your breast.

“Such pretty lips, too.” Jake says, sinking to his knees above your head, looking down on you as his hair falls around his face. “Bet they’d look so nice wrapped around my cock.”

“She’s a little slut for sucking cock, Jake.” Sam says, rising briefly from your cunt and your pussy clenches at the loss of stimulation.

Jake grips your jaw with his hand and forces it open before sliding his hard length into your waiting mouth. You relax your tongue and swallow him down deep as you can go and hollow your cheeks. He fucks into your mouth and you can only watch as his eyes fall closed and he throws his head back in pleasure.

Without warning, Sam plunges two fingers into you, stroking your walls with a ‘come here’ motion. You moan and almost choke around Jake’s cock, but you push through it and your eyes water with the effort. Your every sense is overwhelmed as Josh nips and bites at your tits. Jake’s moans and grunts as he fucks into your mouth are fucking pornographic and Sam’s fingers are quickly guiding you onto the edge.

You reach your right hand out blindly, finding Josh’s hand where he’s stroking himself. You swat it away, relying only on your peripheral to see. You begin to pump his cock for him instead and he lets out a loud groan.

“See that, Jake?” He says through clenched teeth. “Letting you fuck into her mouth and jacking me off at the same time… Such a talented little whore.”

You moan at his words and the vibration makes Jake moan as well. He pulls his cock from you and a string of saliva falls from your lips.

“Mmm.” He nods, brushing your sweaty hair from your forehead. “Such a good girl.” Jake observes you with dark eyes as you practically writhe on the bed. He can tell that you’re about to cum all over Sam’s fingers and yet you’re still giving Josh the handjob of his life.

“Cum for me, y/n.” Sam demands, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace. “Cum on my fingers.” And that’s all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap. Your hand drops from Josh’s dick as your mouth drops open and you let out a wail as you ride through the pleasure.

“Fucking gorgeous.” Josh whispers, watching you fall apart. When you finally come down, you're met with all the Kiszkas looking at you like you’re the only girl in the whole world. And to them, you are. You’re struck again by the craziness of the situation you’ve found yourself in, surrounded by the three most attractive men you’ve ever met, all willing to share in your pleasure.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Sam commands, snapping you back into the moment.

You scramble up from your lying down position and do as you're told, sinking to your hands and knees in the middle of the bed. It creaks loudly as you let your weight settle, making sure to stick your ass up in the air to give them a show.

“Always so fucking eager to please…” Jake mutters approvingly, giving your ass an appreciative squeeze before sliding underneath you on his back. In this position, his hard cock rests at attention between your breasts and his mouth is right beneath your dripping pussy. You rest your forearms on either side of his hips and lick his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you down so that you're sitting on his face. He plunges his tongue into you, moving in and out slowly.

Josh rises from his place by your side and scoots over so that he’s directly behind you. Sitting up on his knees, he fucks into his own hand lazily as he admires the sight of your ass up in the air.

“You ready for my cock, baby?” He asks and you nod.

He slides into you in one long thrust, moaning loudly as he bottoms out.

“Shit!” You cry, the feeling of his cock stretching you coupled with Jake’s tongue is fucking overwhelming.

“Jesus, look at you.” Sam says, coming to rest at Jake’s feet.

“Lemme suck you off, Sammy.” You moan, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“You guys hear that?” Sam says, chuckling darkly. “She wants to suck my cock.”

“Fuck, y/n,” Josh says, thrusting in and out of you. “You’re a fucking sight to behold. Jesus.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Sam sits up and you open your mouth and wrap your lips around him. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head as much as you can. The pleasure washing over you is so intense you can hardly focus and drool is falling from the corners of your lips, but you keep going.

Jake suckles on your clit and you yelp around Sam’s cock, and Josh squeezes your ass cheeks as he pistons his hips in and out of you. Beneath you, Jake begins sliding his cock between your breasts, – never once letting up with his tongue, but still in desperate need for his own release. The sounds you’re making are making him feel fucking feral.

Sam moans as you suck him off, and he tangles his fingers in your hair as he begins to fuck into your mouth in earnest. His cock hits the back of your throat and he groans loudly. You’re wound so tight you can hardly fucking stand it and your second orgasm is quickly overtaking you. You pull off Sam’s cock for a moment, wailing loudly.

“I’m gonna fucking cum. Oh fuck.” The moan that falls from your mouth as you cum for the second time is high pitched and needy, and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so drunk on pleasure. Your mouth falls open in a perfect ‘o,’ and Sam takes the opportunity to thrust his cock back between your lips again. Your pussy clenches around Josh’s cock, pulling a loud moan from him and Jake laps at your release. You can feel his dick twitch between your breasts and he moans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so fucking tight.” Josh says through clenched teeth, and his chest is flushed as he continues to fuck into you. Jake plunges his tongue back between your folds, mercilessly swirling your clit and you whine loudly, dancing on the edge between pain and pleasure. You’re so overstimulated and tears leak from your eyes, but none of them let up. You moan around Sam’s cock and he groans loudly.

“You’re such a good whore for us, y/n. So fucking good.” You whine deep in your throat and clench your eyes shut. Between Josh’s cock and Jake’s tongue – not to mention the sounds that Sam is making, you feel like you could fucking explode.

“So good.” Josh pants. “And all ours.”

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Sam throws his head back and that’s all the warning you get before his release spills down your throat. You greedily swallow it all down and milk him for all he’s got. He pulls his cock from you with a pop and falls back against the headboard.

The sound of his release sends you spiraling into a third orgasm, this one quick and sharp and without warning. You wail loudly as it crashes over you, and you clench hard around Josh.

“Jesus, mama. Shit! So fucking tight. Gonna fucking cum. So fucking close.” His thrusts are sloppy and erratic, and it isn’t long before he reaches his own release, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. The sound that falls from his lips is sinful, and your eyes roll back as Jake continues to eat you out. Jake is desperately rutting his dick up between your tits and you can tell he’s on the edge, but he’s not going to let himself fall off that crest without making you cum one more time. You need it so badly and your whole body feels like it’s on fucking fire.

“Come on, y/n.” Sam encourages, voice silky smooth. “One more.”

“You can do it, pretty girl. Come on. Let us see you fall apart one more time.” Josh says between shaky breaths, pulling his soft cock from your pussy.

You’re spewing profanities and whines and you're wailing their names as the coil in your belly somehow begins to tighten again. You have no idea what you’re saying and your vision is beginning to go black around the edges. With one last swirl of his tongue around your clit, Jake has you falling apart for the fourth time. Your eyes roll back in your head and you scream as you cum. You’re a babbling mess and the sight and sound of you makes Jake finally come apart himself. Ropes upon ropes of his cum paint your chest as he ruts his cock against your smooth skin and he moans your name loudly.

“Fuck, y/n!” He cries as he finally comes down from his high. He slides out from under you and you collapse onto the bed, completely and utterly spent.

Josh rises from the bed and hooks one arm beneath your knees and the other around your waist. He lifts you gently and Sam pulls the covers down to the foot of the bed. Josh lays you gingerly onto your back and wipes your hair from your face. You crack your eyes open at him.

“Hey, mama.” He says with a sweet smile. “You okay?”

You just hum and close your eyes again. Jake rises to grab a washcloth from the bathroom. He runs it under the warm water of the sink and brings it back over to the bed while Sam goes to grab you a glass of water. Jake cleans you up carefully, wiping the evidence of the night's activities from your skin. Josh helps you sit up and Sammy brings the glass to your lips and you take large, greedy gulps of it. When you’re finished, he places it on the nightstand.

“You did so good for us, baby.” Jake says, voice almost a whisper.

“So fucking good.” Josh murmurs as well, reaching down to grab his jumpsuit off the floor. He steps back into it and pulls it up, not bothering to zip it all the way. Jake does the same, pulling his pants on and grabbing his jacket and phone.

“Get some rest.” He says.

“Think I’m gonna sleep for a week.” You say tiredly, and the three of them laugh. “You were right, Jakey. All three of you was definitely the death of me.”

“A valiant and noble death, m’lady.” Josh says with a dramatic bow. You giggle at his perpetual goofiness.

“You guys have a good night.” Sam says, crawling into the bed and pulling the covers over you both. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“You better.” Jake says and points a finger at him. “She needs some good rest.”

“You kids be good.” Josh says, following Jake to the door to the hotel room. “I’ll have breakfast delivered to her in the morning.”

“What about me?” Sam said and you laughed at the indignation in his voice.

“You’re a big kid, Sammy boy.” Josh laughs and Jake rolls his eyes at the both of them. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

The twins both give you soft, matching smiles before turning to open the door.

“Thank you.” You tell them.

Jake gives you a cheeky grin and a salute.

“Any time.” And with that, he disappears out the door.

“The pleasure was all mine, good lady.” Josh bowed once more and followed Jake, softly closing the door behind him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam says, extending his arm to turn off the light before settling back down.

“You kidding me?” You ask, lying your head down and practically sinking into the bed. “That was a wet dream come true.”

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rainymoodlet · 1 year

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I'm excited to see posts about your reboot of your bachelor gp! I was wondering if I could hear about your Hadley Family, they seem cool from the posts I have seen ajsjfjf

awwh, hi there jingles! 💛✨ it's so good to hear from you again! i missed you a lot during my hiatus okay, i love seein' your name back in my notifs! thank you for givin' me an excuse to talk about the hadleys: they helped me fall back in love w the sims and i adore them!

the hadleys, plus tia + her family, are thirteen strong and four generations deep! it began when i was limited to playing on my mac with minimal cc, and thus, steven hadley was born. i wanted to start from uni and see where the game would lead me - the game spawned rangi as one of her dorm roomies, and from there it was history.

steven hadley (middle, rory's great-grandma) pictured w her twin daughters selene (left) & luna (right), rory's great-aunts

steven and rangi were thick as thieves. they would prank each other's toilets, autonomously buzzer each other, and kiss and canoodle just as much. when i tell you these sims showed me the delight of autonomous sim romances! even if they're little lines of code, they genuinely loved one another.

rangi kealoha (the green ghost who i forgot to take solo pics of oh god) is headcanon'd into the universe as makoa's cousin (maternal), and the two of them moved to sulani after they graduated college. they had their baby boy blue very early (before they graduated) thanks to rangi's family aspiration, and their twin daughters selene and luna followed shortly after: they took the kids to selvadorada when they all aged up (they were all abt 4 days apart in age bc i was very impatient on my mac lmao) and were married at the top of a temple!

simeon silversweater and blue hadley, tia's parents and rory's grandparents

because i'm impatient as hell, the hadleys developed a tradition of their heirs leaving home once they aged up into a teen (because i was not dealing with children and teens goin to school all at once on a tiny little macbook) and blue moved out to live with his godmother, lilith pleasant (who was hot af, steven's best friend, and just died in-game rip) in glimmerbrook.

fascinated by magic and spells since his youth (he befriended dolphins in sulani and would stay up "reading under the covers" for ages), blue was exhaustive in his search for a way to the magic realm. once he got there, he was determined to become a spellcaster: and simeon silversweater, though reluctant and certainly irritated by this plucky newcomer, hesitantly agreed to turn him into one.

and then blue developed a crush on him when he aged up and i let it play out because i'm a dirty, dirty sinner.

(the glows around them are their immortality overlays! blue worked tirelessly to craft perfect potions of immortality for himself and his lover: seeing as his dad just passed in-game, he's kinda regretting not making some for his parents dfhkld)

circe hadley and tristan, rory's aunt and uncle & carolina (left) and rango (right), rory's cousins.

circe hadley was blue and simeon's firstborn: same gender couples can have genetic babies in my game with no questions, bc it's the sims. she was originally going to be the third generation's heir before i went back to blue and simeon's household and discovered tia. (her original randomized name before i retrograded it to tiamat)

circe followed hadley tradition and moved to strangerville when she aged up. i wanted to play through all the packs i hadn't bothered with in my first few playthroughs! circe met tristan (her now-husband whose last name i forget woops) when she was gathering information for the strangerville mystery - he was a military agent at the time.

(yes he was also a young adult at the time they met i'm a piece of trash)

the two of them saved strangerville together (alongside jess sigworth and erwin pries) and moved to brindleton bay to start a family. their daughter carolina (left, firstborn) and their son rango (right, secondborn) were the first great-grandbabies of the hadley legacy, and rangi was able to meet them both before he passed. 🥺

needless to say, i am very excited to explore the new family-themed pack with these guys! i loved my not-so-berry family, but playing the game fully sandboxed within the realm of the hadleys was such a fun and inspiring way to get me back to what i loved about gameplay as a kid (long before reshades and screenshots and edits), and for that i will love them so so so much.

thank you again for asking me about my babies 🥺 you're always so kind and so thoughtful!

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YESYESYES TELL US ABOUT YOUR OCS PLEASEEEEEE <:DDD

ok this is message is from me whos about to post this after typing all of it. there is . A Lot here so im gonna put it under a readmore but the copious amount of infodumping is just what i do when people ask about my ocs... hope this isnt too long or overwhelming to read lol..

OMG OK ok so i collectively call all my oc stuff "wttu" (welcome to the universe) but i have 2 seperate oc universes (i have a lot of ocs) ones called godsworld and ones called newsworld. newsworld is really random & spotaneous & where i dump all my silly ocs and godsworld is the more coherent one with a solid storyline & worldbuilding. i feel like talking about godsworld ocs right now so that's what ill do ! ok so quick synopsis. godsworld is a multiverse comprised of many dimensions, all created by three gods named time, choice, and destiny. magic is real and common and magicians have existed since the beginning of time. there's also a few very special super magical very powrful beings / demigods called all-seers which were specifically "blessed"(idk how else to put it) by the gods. these are the 4 all-seers as of godsworlds present:

(sorry for the doodles im drawing these as i type) william and miso were created by the gods and given allseer powers later in life and around 200 years later the same thing happened to gertrude and mitchell after they met william and miso (yeah these guys are like ancient immortal people i call them the four immortals) anyways that's like the ancient stuff lore so now let's get to the main stuff the main storyline of godsworld centers around a kid named tobias , and a guy named cremini finding out they're going to be the next two allseers, mainly because of their connections to tobias' late father (and creminis ex classmate ex roomate and sort of ex boyrfriend) Larry.

and like. that's kinda where the lore and worldbuilding part gets vauge because the present is kind of just these guys having adventures and doing fun stuff while honing their magic skills. there's still a little more to talk about though.

after living out his childhood in a town called santerton, tobias went to live in a magical sanctuary in a dimension that the four immortals made and where miso and william live called the Home(creative i know) where he met 3 other guys around his age that are now his besties ;

parker is royalty from a dimension that's still in the 1800s (hes pretty smug and arrogant both bc of his upbringing and also just because that's his personality), carson is a city kid from a dimension that's still in the 90's (he's a pretty chill guy despite his circumstances and the oldest out of all 4), and daniel's from a remote fishing town in a dimension that's somewhere in the 2010s (who ironically, loves fishing and is also just really energetic and hearty in general). on the other hand, cremini, after finishing college at a very prestigious school for time and dimension studies that mitchell teaches at and fulfilling his childhood dream of time traveling and then accidentally throwing himself into a white void Because Emotions, met. this guy.

his name is dylan. and he is now cremini's boyfriend and they live together. he loves books and reading (which he gained a love for after gertrude [who is a librarian] helped him with pushing through his dyslexia). honestly idk what else to type, that's kinda just the general gist of the main characters in godsworld but there is like a lot of lore and history and a solid timeline with lots of stories and characters in the whole world of godsworld as well as a lot of worldbuilding stuff that i didnt touch on so i think the fact that this is a relatively consice recap says. a lot. anyways if you read down to here i genuinely appreciate it and um please dont hesitate to ask more ocs questions wether that be in my asks or dms or whatever <3

#crumling #wttu: godsworld #<- tag for godsworld since i actually made a real post about it yipee #oc stuff #<-ill chnange this once i think of a better tag lol...

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yes yes !! it is i, squirrel anon!! i've just been lurking around every month or so and saw you had a few gaps on not posting so i wasn't sure if you were that active anymore !! (glad you still are active though)

i'm doing great! i'm not sure if i ever revealed my age group?? (oh well) college apps have been quite stressful and the thought of after hs scares me 😭 jacob and i are still together! i actually gave him a nickname cobbie bc i was like why not with tbz jacob too HAHAH. i was supposed to visit my family in the north so i can experience snow again but sadly they said the tickets were too expensive ㅠㅠ. how are you? any life changing events? oh remember about my new year's resolution last year? i've made it to 8k!! while i've been slacking a bit i'm so proud of myself :D

oh no was whisper bad? i mean i watched and listened to the song but like i don't remember anything at all 😭 thought it was an average kpop song i guess... still love tbz though !! but yes i did watch wednesday! ever since i saw the trailer i promised myself to watch it... and i finished watching it in the same day... i also love one of the actors tyler 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i haven't really seen any special stages (• •;) aside from that one han jisung part and yuna stage. i hope you know what i'm talking about HAHAH.

awww i'm so glad my message made you happier! hope you're having a good day cherry <3 (btw idk if the spacing is going to be weird for you? but the spacing on here seems so wide 😭) -🐿️

haha i wouldn't say... i'm too active on here :') like i'm pretty much out of material to post for now until i finish one of my long wips or until tbz's comeback next month magically sucks me back into the fandom LOL

ohh are you an 05 liner then? ah i figured as much!! college apps are indeed a stressful time and picking a major even more so 😭 the fear is understandable, i guess it's kinda hard to picture your life until you get there? hopefully it'll be a smooth transition for you! aHHH that's good that you and jacob are still together!!! omg you nicknamed him cobbie HAHA that's cute, does he know tbz at all? and yeahh everything is so expensive these days, i hope you do get to visit family and experience snow again one day!! it's been a fairly warm winter here so far so it hasn't snowed much, but it's been soooo gloomy all the time 😔 oooh your resolution was clearing photos right?!? 8k is decent progress!! i probably said i had like 2k last year but... here we are at 7.5k this year (it's the many concerts i went to... i wanna keep svt and ateez on my phone forever, they're beauuutiful HAHA)

i'm doing well but life is kinda boring atm 😅 hmm in terms of life changing events... i got a job!! also did a bit of travelling and went to 8 kpop concerts within the past 6 months, and a few of them were life changing (skz, svt, ateez). also started a kpop album/merch collection which was unintentional but... here's where my newly earned money is going LMAO

whisper was... well, i think they were going for thrill ride 2.0 but it didn't meet expectations? i personally didn't like the song and thought that the concepts they teased weren't really related to the song 🥲 but hopefully next month's comeback will be better!! ahh i still have not watched wednesday but... will start... one of these days :') ooh is the actor you're talking about hunter doohan? just googled him rn LOL. the only thing i know related to the show is that emma myers is a huge svt fan HAHA. and yeahhHH i know that stage, the one with han's iconic hockey uniform that everyone went Wild over!!

and dw the spacing looks fine!! not surprised that it might look weird bc tumblr always does things like that, also i think they went through a recent update? things are a bit wonky HAHA. anywayyy hope you're having a good day too and that everything goes well with college apps and acceptances!! <3

#🐿️ anon #ask

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nonstoplover · 3 years

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passing grey clouds ~ jensen ackles

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pairing: jensen ackles x female reader

summary: at an 'end of college' party, his negative thoughts regarding their age gap come back and cloud over his head – leaving it to her to chase these clouds away once and for all.

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warnings: age gap (he's 43, she's in her early 20s), + cheesiness and mostly fluffiness at its finest, not proof read, i'm not a native english speaker

a/n: okay so i usually don't like writing with men who got a wife and a lovely family – and honestly i'm such a fan of the ackles family, everyone included. i love danneel, their kids are so adorable and they are this absolutely perfect family in my eyes. but i just had to write this after the thought occured one fine evening. i mean no disrespect to any of the ackles though.

It all begins when they both finish their drinks and he offers to get the two of them another fill. She leans back against the wall she's been standing next to and watches her boyfriend right until he disappears in the crowd of college students.

Then her eyes move around the room, catching sight of a couple people – mainly girls – looking at Jensen move across the room just like she's done. (y/n) tilts her head, trying to read their expressions – are they checking him out, thinking about how attractive he is, are they staring because it's Jensen freaking Ackles, or are they judging them, well, more precisely her for dating someone this much older? Someone who's also super famous?

It's not like she truly cares, whichever is the answer. If they're drooling over him because of either his looks or his fame, she out of all people can perfectly understand. God, she's been doing that every time she saw him ever since they first met. She doesn't blame anyone for doing the same. It's often still too hard to comprehend what a man like him is doing with someone like her.

And if they're indeed judgemental, it's their problem, not hers. She knows exactly what she feels, she knows what the man truly means to her, even if others can't understand it – she knows that she's not only with him for his popularity and money. And what's most important, he doesn't think that either – he knows exactly what is between them, and that's more than enough.

In the past year – since they've gone public about their relationship – (y/n)'s gotten used to all of this. Hell, they've been to award shows and premieres together, and on a couple dates in public places. Even if they try to keep it on the low and share as little of their life as they can, it's inevitable to get articles, comments written about them.

Luckily he has this talent of making her worries disappear, seemingly with nothing but a flick of his wrist, like some kind of a magic trick.

(y/n)'s been trying to convince him that she doesn't mind missing this party, that she'd much rather spend the evening with him, back at his or her place doing literally nothing, than at this party, without him. But he was unpersuadable – he told her that she deserves a night out, to have fun and be amongst the people who's graduated now just like she has. After the crazy amount of studying and all the exams she's finally free, and she has to celebrate it properly.

She eventually agreed, under one condition – he's coming with her. It's not like she's going to enjoy it fully if he's not there. And why would she spend the precious time she could be spending with him, without him? Jensen reluctantly conceded and so now they're here at said party.

He looks breathtaking and by far she couldn't keep her hands off him, clinging into him no matter how hard he first tried to object, saying that she should go spend time with her friends instead. Though it's not like he's not enjoying the attention she gives him – he's been almost as clingy as her ever since he's given in to her.

"Hey, (y/n)!" a voice wakes her from her thoughts as she's still staring off in the distance, at the place she's last seen Jensen before the crowd swallowed him on his way to the bar.

She blinks, shaking her head to get back to reality as she moves her glance to the guy standing next to her. At first she doesn't recognise him, and she frowns, searching her mind of any memory of him. Then he raises his hand and runs his fingers through his hair, and the movement just seems so familiar, as if she's seen it multiple times already.

"Oh, Matt, hi!" (y/n) giggles when her mind catches up. "At first I didn't recognise you without your glasses."

He lets out a laugh, and she ponders over how interesting is the outstanding difference only a pair of glasses can mean. Then her thoughts wander to how Jensen would look wearing them, searching up photos in her mind of the rare occasion he's worn one. She has to bite back a chuckle when one in particular comes up in front of her inner eyes, and instead she makes herself focus on the boy standing next to her, who's just asking her how she's feeling.

Jensen leans back against the counter as he's waiting for the bartender to get their drinks and let's his eyes take in the scene. As the crowd moves like waves of the ocean, he catches sight of his girlfriend. She's giggling, her whole face lighting up with joy and he takes a moment to just admire her – she looks purely angelic. How did he ever deserve a woman as amazing as her?

Then, as he follows her gaze only a moment later, he sees the guy standing next to her. The one that's probably making her giggle. Jensen blinks, gulps, then clears his throat and while trying hard to pretend he doesn't feel the way his heart clenches, watches on.

He's never been one to often feel insecure, but ever since he's met this girl, it has happened on multiple occasions. And it's not that he feels like he's not enough, as a man, as a romantic partner, not even as an actor – no, he just feels like for her it might not be enough. She's never said so, never even implied, but he still can't help thinking about it.

This is where she belongs. Amongst people her age, who are at the same stage in their lives as she is. Life should be like this for her – attending college parties or later work parties, with guys more or less her age (and he means a couple years of a difference at most) coming to chat her up. She's supposed to be going on dates with anyone she might be interested in, and trying to find the one for her – all in her age group.

She has to find a boyfriend who's her age, and not as old as him – she deserves better than this. This being a possible pressure his age might cause. If he wants marriage and even kids, he needs to hurry a bit more. Well, a lot more than she does. (y/n) has her whole life ahead of her, she can wait with settling down and starting a family until she's older – even if she waits ten or fifteen years, she'll still be good to go, whilst him? He's soon running out of time to do all that. If he wants to do it without being the age of a grandpa, at least.

And how's it gonna be when they grow older? When he eventually dies? She'll still be quite young even if he lives a reasonable age – but with many wasted years behind she could've spent with enjoying her life to the fullest doing things people her age do, with people who probably won't be gone that much sooner than her.

There's a genuine possibility that he will get ill, some old-age disease that leads to her having to take care of him like some nurse, spending her days making sure he, an old man has everything he needs.

With dark thoughts clouding over his head he grabs the two drinks the bartender has just placed on the counter next to him and strolls back to the other side of the room. He hands (y/n) her drink and she gives him an absentminded kiss on the cheek while still paying attention to Matt's story.

If she'd known how funny the guy is, she would've probably talked with him more, before the lecture they had together on Wednesdays had started.

When finishing his story he looks at the newly arrived man expectantly, (y/n) takes the chance and introduces the two. "Matt, this is my boyfriend, Jensen. Honey, this is Matt, we had Psychology together."

They shake hands and politely greet each other, saying the usual good to meet you's and sporting friendly smiles.

"Great job with Supernatural, loved the show," Matt nods at the older man.

"Thanks, appreciate it!" Jensen smiles a bit wider, but (y/n) can still sense that something's off.

They start making small talk about it – well, mainly Matt explaining what he thinks about the TV series, telling little stories related to it. He definitely can talk a lot, she mentally notes as she smiles joyously at the two of them.

Listening to them she subconsciously glances at Jensen, instantly noticing how his facial expression looks somewhat strange – as if the curiosity and small smile he's looking at Matt with is somewhat forced. Jensen never forces a smile at a fan, he loves hearing them tell their thoughts about the show. (y/n) places her drink in her other hand, letting her now free fingers move down and intertwine with his, her eyes back on Matt as she listens to his story.

Her boyfriend tenses up for a second, she can feel the twitch of his fingers against the back of her hand before they soften again, letting go of whatever has caused the tension in him, and he moves a little bit to make the positioning of their hands more comfortable for both of them. It's such a natural act that it calms her mind – right until his pointer finger starts drumming a light rhythm on her skin. He never does that.

Eventually her fellow freshly graduated, now used to be college student ends the conversation – excusing himself after catching sight of another friend he's wanted to talk to. Matt leaves, and (y/n) can finally place all her attention on Jensen. She turns so she's leaning against the wall with one shoulder for support, facing him as she brings the cup to her lips to take a sip of her drink. "What is it?"

Her boyfriend only shrugs, not saying a word, instead he just mirrors her actions and takes a gulp.

"I can see something's bothering you, Jay. Tell me," she shifts closer to him, even though they've been standing pretty close already. Their arms fully press into the other's, and she mindlessly starts moving her thumb against the back of his hand – one simple and instinctive motive to try and calm his mind of whatever he's thinking about.

Nonetheless Jensen can't make himself say the words – it's bad enough he's ruining her whole life, why should he ruin this one night too that was supposed to be nothing but fun? She's here to celebrate, to enjoy the freedom that finally came, to have fun, and not to get reminded by him of the fact that she should be with someone else.

(y/n) sighs, rolling her eyes playfully at his stubbornness, then she presses a soft kiss against his lips. Just as he responds to it and kisses her back, slightly reluctant but still with passion – he could never resist her no matter how moody he felt –, she leans back, and pushing herself off the wall, makes her way towards the door, pulling him behind her by his hand.

Neither of them says a word as they're walking down the small hill the building is upon, right to the lakeside. (y/n) enjoys the sudden quiet, only gentle murmurs coming from the party, the loud music and the chatter of people taming down to a comfortable volume.

She sways lightly to the sound, right next to him as they stand staring at the dark surface of the water, purposely bumping into his side every once in a while and slowly sipping on her drink. An occasional waiting glance is flashed his way, their eyes always connecting without difficulty as he's constantly looking at her.

"You're not gonna leave me alone until I tell you, am I right?" Jensen sighs eventually.

"Nope," she answers, popping the 'p', then letting go of his hand she sits down on the grass below their feet.

He follows suit, copying her movements in half a second, immediately reaching for her hand as he's seated on the ground – he wants to, no, has to feel her skin under his skin. His fingers feel too cold, too empty without hers to hold.

The night is crispy and clear, the almost full moon shining down at them brightly – even stars are visible, despite the light pollution of the city. The air's cold just enough to cool their hot and slightly sweaty skins, but not to make them feel chilly. For a few minutes they silently watch the blades of grass bow to the force of the faint breeze moving around them.

Eventually, he lets out another sigh and speaks up, with uncertainty apparent in his voice. He opens his heart, telling her everything that's been on his mind since he's gone to get those drinks.

For (y/n), it feels like a tiny heartbreak hearing his words. Hell, she already knew that sometimes it bothered him – her not being with a guy her age –, they've already had conversations about it in the past years they've been together, but she never knew it affected him this much.

"How long have you been feeling like this?"

"Long enough to know I'm right," Jensen shrugs, she can feel his arm moving against hers even without looking.

"And what if you're not?" (y/n) finally turns her head his way, just in time to catch the glare he sends her. "What?"

"You know that I am, (y/n/n), don't pretend."

"You might be right in some of the things you've said, but definitely not all, this is what I know," she corrects him.

He keeps on looking at her with obvious disbelief, making her sigh. "Look, Jensen. I'm not wasting my time with you like you phrased it, because I love you and I love being with you. It'll never be a waste of time," the girl grips his hand even tighter, moving her other to surround his reassuringly.

When she sees him open his lips to object, (y/n)'s swift to continue speaking. "I'm also not missing out on all the fun, because you mean all the fun to me and with you, I experience things, adventures I wouldn't even think of otherwise."

His lips curve into a tiny smile – one so small that not everyone would even be able to notice it, but knowing him as well as she does, she can easily spot it. She takes it as a good sign, but knows that it's not enough to make him get rid of the negative thoughts, it's obvious in the way he looks away from her that his smile is only momentary.

"I know there will be times when it will be hard, but hasn't I proved to you enough that I don't mind? Even if I have to take care of you when you get old, I don't mind. And I know you're thinking about me being a widow in the future, but who cares about it right now? We still have so much time until then. Or it might not even be true. What if something happens and I'm the first one to die?"

The look in his eyes darken once more, his expression growing sour. (y/n) mentioning death – and especially her own – isn't helping the situation, it just makes him worry and sulk for a totally different reason.

Knowing exactly that it didn't make him any happier – but it's something that she had to address –, she goes to change the subject to something lighter. "Would you want to start a family with me?" (y/n) smiles brightly at her boyfriend, speaking with a teasing tone in her voice as she addresses the next thing he mentioned.

His eyes flicker back to hers, not being able to decide if she's joking or if she's serious. Letting out a chuckle of disbelief, he keeps on staring at her, waiting for her to crack and join in his laughter – but that never comes. He quietens down, examining her closely, but she doesn't even blink.

"What do you mean?" Jensen mumbles a minute or so later.

"All I'm saying is that I don't mind settling down and have my own family now," (y/n) shrugs with a grin still playing on her lips. "As long as it means I can have you forever and have kids that are half you half me run around our house," she adds giggling – successfully drawing a gentle, but honest laugh out of him as well.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. Anyway, it's not like I'm fifteen or anything, it's not illegal, you know, for me to get married and become a mom at this age. I won't be a teen mom either or throw my life away because of our marriage and kids. Other people my age do the same."

Jensen feels his heart flutter and the blood rush to his face hearing her words. It's as if he's dreaming – he has to fight the urge to pinch himself to make sure he's not. She talks about it so nonchalantly, as if they're only discussing the weather, when on the other side of the conversation, he feels completely speechless.

"Will you marry me?" he blurts out, the words leaving him before he can think them over, his eyes widening slightly only a moment later as they catch up to his mind.

(y/n) erupts in giggles once again, taken aback by his abruptness.

"What? I'm serious," he insists, the grin on his face so wide it splits his face in two. There's no sign of his previous moodiness anymore – he's all cheery and radiant. "I don't have a ring at the moment, but I mean it. I wanna be with you forever, and I want to make this official."

Her sounds of joy calm down and settle into a dazzling smile that's similar to his in broadness.

"I want to wake up to the sight of you sleeping next to me every single morning, in our bed, in our house," he continues. "I know it's corny, but I can't help being the sentimental old man I am."

(y/n) playfully slaps his upper arm, gently pushing him further away from her within the same movement for the thing he's just said. Jensen already expects it to happen so he immediately reacts, and reaching out with his free hand, he grabs hers before she can withdraw it, pulling her into his body in one simple motion.

She falls against his chest laughing, the air leaving her lungs in a soft puff. After a glance down at her face to check he hasn't been too rough he joins in her laughter.

"I wanna wake up every morning next to you, too," (y/n) answers a couple long, happy seconds later.

Their eyes connect and revel in the sparkling of the other's, communicating without words.

Suddenly a thought pops up in her head and she bites back a giggle as she speaks up again. "But without a ring don't expect me to say yes."

They burst out laughing at the exact same moment, with Jensen nodding away, making a mental note to take her to choose a ring the next day – already planning how to properly ask her because as good of a story this will be for their kids and grandkids, she deserves something more unique and grand.

And as he's watching her laugh so free and blissful, there's only one thing on his mind. God, tomorrow can't come soon enough.

.::the end::.

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miraclespin · 2 years

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Well uh i always have a self-indulgent au up my sleeve

Basically the premise is that everything up to cyan rose and jack meeting is the same except the three of them see smoke rising from the village and rush back to check it out. Turns out false alarm someone’s house caught fire but they’ve sorted it out now. Clover never comes to the village because he tripped on some stairs and died. Anyways

The twins meet the other kaitos and they play together for a couple years before the phantom thieves disappear for no reason one day. The twins are confused but they eventually move on

Years pass and rose decides she wants to get a college education bc fuck it everyone’s getting jobs and nothing’s going on in the village. The elders agree only bc nothing’s really gone down these past few years and they trust cyan to keep her safe, so the two move to the city

A couple months later they pass by a tv store with the news on screen and hold on doesn’t that white haired phantom thief look a lot like that one kid we met years ago who then vanished into thin air. The news reports that the thief is going to target a nearby museum next and rose, like any sane kid with magical powers proposes they break into the museum to meet up with joker. Cyan vehemently refuses.

They break into the museum. Shenanigans ensue

Tripping on the stairs and dying; precisely what Clover deserves. ✨💜

Anywho, this AU's premise leaves a nice jumping off point for all kinds of scenarios. Addressing what I've been given, this would age them up well beyond what they're depicted as in canon (which is never explicitly stated, but generally implied through Joker's type casting that they're all roughly in their early to mid-teens- certainly minors, and below most countries' legal drinking ages, considering how they're always given orange juice in scenes where other, more clearly adult characters are drinking wine), but still conceptually it's interesting! I tend to prefer what I've inferred as canon ages myself, though, because it's generally more interesting (and admittedly entertaining) to think of them as a bunch of idiotic, asshole teenagers running around with no supervision, appalling all and sundry.

I'm not the least bit sure how these shenanigans would pan out, though. Do Rose and Cyan get wrapped up into the thievery business themselves? One of them, both of them? How good of friends were they with the thieves as children, and with Jack specifically? I have a feeling that Rose and Queen would get along well; King might or might not rub Cyan the wrong way the same way he did Jack, though, because even at a tender age, Cyan is a temperamental wannabe edgelord, and King is, quite frankly, a little bit of a dick. As much as Cyan seems to find Jack annoying at times, he'd probably commiserate with Jack about King's borderline bullying and talking down to Jack, which in and of itself was probably an attempt at playful ribbing (at least after a while) that absolutely did not land at all.

#Kaitou Joker #Mysterious Joker #Joker/Jack #Rose #Cyan/Shadow #Shadow Joker #AU #AUs #Clover Fucking Dies ✨💜

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woulddieforperrytheplatypus · 3 years

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*spoilers for infinity War/endgame* Because technically Phineas and Ferb Is in the same universe of the MCU, does that mean that before the Avengers undid Thanos snap some of the PnF crew died? Imagine Doof Dying, Perry living but still visit his tower every day bc he misses him. Or Phineas and Ferb Dying, and Candace trying to bust them Just to rember they're gone.

WAIT THAT’S SO SAD O_O

I can’t stop thinking about what would happen if Heinz died. Perry would absolutely keep coming back to the tower even though there’s no scheme to thwart. Sometimes he’d run into Vanessa, who’s mourning just like he is. Her dad may drive her up the wall sometimes, but she still loved him and she would have to have a lot of regrets about how rocky their relationship had been at times. And assuming the squirrel powering Norm up didn’t die, he’d have the whole penthouse to himself for the first time. I don’t know if it’s in Norm’s programming to be genuinely sad, but I have to think that over five years of only finding companionship in Perry and Vanessa’s visits, he’d have to lose the cheerful air he always has.

In fact, I think a lot of OWCA and LOVEMUFFIN would be fucked up. Only about 25% of nemesis pairs would survive, and 50% of evil scientists and agents would be left without their nemesis. There would have to be a lot of rearranging, and depending on what happens to the OWCA/LOVEMUFFIN member ratio, some agents might be without a job or some might have to double up. Can you imagine Perry taking on two evil scientists every day while he’s mourning the loss of his best friends?

And then when his day at work is done, he’d have two choices: he could go to Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc and not be met with Heinz’s self-assured monologuing, or he could go to the Flynn-Fletchers (it would be difficult to call it “home” now) and constantly be reminded that his boys are gone. I would like to think that both Linda and Lawrence get to stick around, but they’re no substitute for Phineas and Ferb.

Much like Perry’s dream in Phineas and Ferb Get Busted, Candace would be heartbroken. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself if she wasn’t busting the boys. It really is the only thing she’d focused on all summer, and if they just up and disappeared one day, she’d be so lost. I have to imagine that either Stacy or Jeremy would also get snapped away -- the odds that all three would live would be slim to none -- so she’d also be mourning the loss of at least one of the closest friends. Assuming one of them survived, I imagine she’d lean on them for support more than anyone, but they’d be dealing with losses in their own family, too -- they both have at least one parent and a younger sister; I imagine at least one person in their family wouldn’t make it.

I think Candace would really hold a grudge against Perry at first because he reminds her of them. Perry’s used to her being rude -- and it’s not exactly a one-sided thing -- but never to this extent, and I think he’d take that as a sign that maybe he shouldn’t come home. He doesn’t want to sleep in Phineas and Ferb’s empty beds, anyway. It would make it easy to embrace a second nemesis at OWCA, even if he feels numb the whole time, but he’d still need somewhere to go when he’s not working, and I think he might make himself at home at DEI, at least at night when he needs somewhere to sleep. He’d be careful not to disturb anything because even though he knows Heinz is gone, he can’t stop hoping that maybe one day he’ll come back, and Perry doesn’t want to move anything for when that day comes. Even after five years, whenever he pays DEI a visit, he touches nothing but the coffee maker and the bed.

I think eventually, though, Candace and Perry would have to be reunited. It’s a small town; they can’t stay away from each other for long. Maybe it’s Perry who takes initiative, going back home for the first time after a month just to see how everyone’s doing. Obviously everyone’s still broken up about it, but it’s been long enough that people have to start moving on and living their lives without their loved ones, no matter how much it hurts. I don’t think Perry would have gone home to see Candace, but I think once he did, he wouldn’t want to leave. And for once, I think Candace wouldn’t want him to leave, either. Yes, Perry reminds her of the boys, but so does everything and everyone else. But having him disappear within days of the boys turning to dust just left another hole in the household, and it helps to have back the only one who misses them like she does.

I think the gang would absolutely fall apart. They had nothing in common before Phineas and Ferb brought them together that summer, and with them gone, there’s no one to unite them anymore. I don’t think it would be a conscious decision, but I think they’d slowly stop spending time together and that eventually it would be almost like that summer never happened. I even think Buford would stop bullying Baljeet, even as a friend, because it just feels wrong now. They wouldn’t know how to cope without Phineas and Ferb, and it would tear everything apart.

I think the Fireside Girls would grow closer, though. I think Isabella would become much more focused on getting her patches because it’s something to take her mind off the pain and she wouldn’t have to think about the fact that she never got to tell Phineas about her crush, and I think the girls who survived would know what she was doing and they would do their best to help her. I think there’d be a lot of heart-to-hearts and a lot of tears, and maybe they’d expand their duties to try to help others who are struggling the same way they are, even if the best they can offer is some sort of distraction.

And as heartbreaking as it is to think about what would happen when they’re all gone, I can’t even imagine what would happen when they come back. Maybe Perry’s at DEI with 21-year-old Vanessa -- a whole ass adult now -- and Norm, sitting together quietly or reminiscing about the past and bam, Heinz appears in the middle of his lab. I think that might be the first time anyone ever sees Perry cry -- and I mean full-on sobbing; he’s been waiting for this day for five years but he never actually thought it would happen. It would be such a nice, happy reunion, and I can’t even imagine how much it would mean to Heinz to know that Perry stuck around for five whole years waiting for him when he knows that everyone else has abandoned him the first chance they got.

And then they’ve notice how loud the tower is and how busy the streets are and they’d realize that Heinz isn’t the only one who came back, and Perry would give Heinz a big hug before running out the door to see if Phineas and Ferb came home. Heinz wouldn’t understand at first -- why would Perry wait around for five years just to leave within 10 minutes of Heinz coming back? -- but Perry had spent enough time with Vanessa lately for her to know that he has a family back home. That would just make Heinz feel even better. Perry lost his two boys and he still spent so much time here.

Phineas and Ferb would be so disoriented. One second they’re building a giant disco ball, the next they’re standing in an empty yard with no friends, tools, or disco balls in sight. They’d head inside to ask their parents if they knew where Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet went, and their parents would start crying because the boys are back! After all this time, their boys are finally home! and Phineas and Ferb wouldn’t understand why they’re suddenly being given the biggest bear hugs of all time but they wouldn’t protest. And then Perry would run through the door, almost like he somehow magically knew he’d find them, and he’d stay by their side all day, only leaving (after a day full of snuggles, obviously) to go back and visit Heinz. OWCA and LOVEMUFFIN would have a lot to sort out, so he’d hopefully get at least the next couple days off to spend with his family -- both the Flynn-Fletcher family and the Doofenshmirtz family.

Candace would probably be at school -- she’d be 20, after all, and probably at a college dorm a ways away from home. Maybe shed get a call from her mom, sobbing, telling her that her brothers are back. Or maybe someone in her dorm would start screaming and telling everyone who will listen that her dad is alive and her dad’s been dead for five years and this is the best news she’s ever gotten, and soon the entire school (and probably the entire world) is on their phone calling around to see if their own families and friends are okay. The phone lines wouldn’t even be able to handle all this, and the streets would be a wreck with people trying to get to their loved ones.

And can you imagine what it would be like for Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet to see them again? They’d be 13-15 years old at this point, and Phineas and Ferb would still be in elementary school. The boys may be mature for their age, but I have to imagine the five-year age difference would create a major rift in their friendship if they tried to go back to where they used to be. If Isabella still had remnants of a crush on Phineas, it would probably stop the moment she remembered that he’s just a little kid, and she’d have to figure out how to cope knowing that her former best friend (and first crush) is back but that they’re at such different standings in life now. Hell, Phineas and Ferb are probably closer to Little Suzy Johnson’s age than to Isabella, Buford, and Baljeet’s. I think it would really mess with Phineas and Ferb to see their friends so much older and more mature, especially because to them, they’d just been kids building crazy things the day before.

Once again, I think the Fireside Girls would be fine. They probably would have taken in some of the Lil-Sparks-turned-Fireside-Girls like Melissa (not Chase) into their troop to make up for lost members, so the varying ages would be nothing new; they’d just be happy to have their friends back.

tl;dr I think the snap would be heartbreaking and the reunion would be bittersweet and this is the woRST ASK I’VE EVER GOTTEN AND NOW I’M GONNA CRY IN A CORNER FOR A FEW HOURS /j

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freddieslater · 4 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Joe West x Martin Stein (The Flash)

Requested by @light-miracles

Hearing the name was the first thing that tipped Joe off. When Barry said it while talking about Firestorm, he thought surely not.

Surely it's a different Martin Stein, somehow. He can't quite tell if he was hoping he was right or not, but he convinced himself he was, that it's all just a big coincidence.

But here he is, and there's Martin. Standing across from him in the Cortex of S.T.A.R. Labs. Despite it being well over a decade or so, he knows immediately that it's him.

Martin shifts slightly, eyes down, focused on nothing particularly interesting as the team talks away, unaware that neither of them are in their little bubble.

He saw him, Joe knows. They looked right at each other the second he walked into the room. He watched Martin's eyes widen behind those same glasses, the look of utter bewilderment on his face. And in came Barry and Iris and the rest of the team, going straight into introductions and figuring out a game plan.

Joe thinks it's a good thing; it gives him time to wrap his head around this properly, think through what to say when he gets the chance. But no matter what runs through his mind, nothing feels right. Nothing eases the twisting, churning mixture of feelings he's got going on inside of him right now.

"Joe?" Barry asks at last, snapping him out of his daze, dragging his eyes over to meet his slightly concerned gaze. "Does that sound okay?"

In all truth, Joe has no idea what the hell Barry just said. His eyes dart off to the left.

"Uh, what? Sorry, didn't catch that last part."

Martin's eyes flick to him for the second time since he walked in.

"I asked if you could stay here with Stein, make sure everything's okay here while we head out to catch the Meta," Barry repeats gently, and Joe's aware that he's gonna get a few questions about this later.

For now, he nods. "Yeah, yeah, of course. Just be back soon, alright? There's only so long I can stay away before Singh comes back to revoke captain from me."

Barry laughs at that. He promises, and he, Cisco, and Ralph head out while Caitlin and Iris relocate to the lab in the back of the room to go over what they have so far on one of their other cases.

Leaving just him and Martin. Alone again.

Martin clears his throat and Joe lifts an eyebrow an inch, watching him, waiting with this annoying little flutter in his chest.

"So..." Martin starts uncertaintly, but he's looking at him, right in his eyes. "It's been quite a long time, hasn't it?"

Joe makes a quiet noise at that, half a snort, half a chuckle. "I guess forty-six years is a long time, yeah, you could say that."

Martin falters, as if he thought maybe he wouldn't remember. Or at least wouldn't know how long in exact numbers.

He draws in a deep breath, then nods.

"Things have certainly..." he lifts a hand to gesture at him, letting it fall back to his side a second later, "...changed. I hear you're a detective now."

"Well, I was majoring in law when we met, that shouldn't be all that surprising," Joe points out.

Martin smiles. It almost feels forced. Sad.

"It's not. I'm happy for you," he says, sincere. "And rather proud. Working part-time out of a lab? I thought you once said that science just 'wasn't your thing'."

"Oh, it's still not." Joe shakes his head, making a face as he glances around. "I'm just here to help out with the arrests and legal side of things, and because of Iris."

He stops after he says it. It hadn't really processed in his mind before it left his mouth. Martin's still wearing that smile, nodding now. He's got that look in his eyes; he always used to get it before, when he was trying to hide something.

"Yes. Iris. Your daughter. She's rather lovely. And a lot like you, from what I've seen."

"Well..." Joe shrugs. "I did raise her alone from the age of eleven. Guess some things just sort of stuck."

There's a flicker of surprise in Martin's expression. He doesn't comment on it, doesn't ask. Joe's admittedly a little relieved. Telling him about Francine just isn't a conversation they need to be having right now.

"I imagine you're incredibly proud of her," Martin says. "You should be. She's been nothing but kind to me since I got here. Very intelligent. Would make an excellent detective as well."

"Yeah, that's what she said when she wanted to sign up. I talked her out of it."

Martin nods, as if that makes complete sense to him. There's a glint in his eyes.

"You did say you'd never let your child go through the same tedious process as you did," he says. "It's good to see not everything is different now."

Joe hums in the back of his throat. He swallows and waves a hand vaguely at him.

"And--hey, I heard you have a kid, too. A daughter? Caitlin talks a lot about her. They went to some college together, I think?"

Martin nods again, though looks a little thrown. "Yes. They did. Lily is rather fond of her."

"And... her mother sounds lovely."

Caitlin's mentioned her a couple times as well from what he can remember of the snippets of casual conversation. Just little things about going with Lily for family dinners.

The comment definitely catches Martin by surprise. Joe doesn't really know what he's expecting, but he hates that a little part of him is waiting with so much anticipation and dread, already regretting saying it at all.

"Yes," Martin says again, then shakes his head, clearing his throat. "Yes, she is rather extraordinary. A brilliant mother, too."

That same part of Joe sinks. It's just a little stab in his chest, nothing too painful, but still enough.

He presses his lips into what he can muster of a smile. "That's good. I'm happy for the two of you."

Something seems to register. Martin rubs at his jaw with his left hand. It's an old habit, a nervous tick he used to have and apparently still does, and that's why it takes Joe a moment to notice the lack of a ring.

His eyes widen a touch in realization before Martin even speaks. He wasn't going to say anything about it himself; like he said, things have changed since they knew each other. For all he knew, feelings and a whole lot more could have as well.

"Clarissa and I are no longer together," Martin tells him. He pauses, lifts his eyes to meet his. "We divorced a few years back. After I told her the truth."

The truth. "Oh," Joe says slowly.

"It was for the best," Martin says, shrugging. "I loved her more than anything, but..."

"But you weren't being honest with yourself," Joe fills in the blanks.

Martin stares at him. "Precisely."

They both know, the unspoken thing between them, desperately calling out for one of them to just acknowledge it.

Rehearsing possible lines in his head hasn't done him any good. It's like there's this giant elephant just sitting in the corner of the room and they're both supposed to pretend it's not there. But Joe's never really been all that great at ignoring things.

"I feel like I should be apologizing," he says, chuckling nervously.

Martin's brow furrows. "For what?"

Joe tilts his head and softens his voice. "You know what. All of it. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head now, trying to find the right words to explain.

"You weren't the one who ended things between us, Joe," Martin says quietly. "If anything, I should be the sorry one."

"No, I shouldn't have pushed you like I did," he says. "I got too caught up in it all. I thought that everything would magically be perfect after college."

"You can't blame yourself for liking the idea of a perfect world or wanting to get a little lost in a romance."

Joe just shakes his head again, pressing his lips together, a knot pulling tight in his stomach.

"I was the one who pushed you away, remember?" Martin points out, stepping closer. His hands are moving as he talks, palms up, like he always used to do. "I shouldn't have, I know that now, but I got scared."

"Of course you were scared," Joe scoffs, gesturing around them. "The world was terrifying back then--still is! Our entire relationship was against the law and every second day there was some news story about people like us dying."

Even just remembering it makes him sick to his stomach. The fear that was instilled in him. In Martin. They always tried to push it away, focus on the good between them. But it was harder, and the secrecy didn't help.

Martin stops in front of him. The look on his face is so familiar, it reminds him that not everything has changed. The way he's looking at him. A small comfort settles in his chest.

"That's why I had thought that what I was doing for the best. Ending things for both our sakes before it even really started. But--"

Martin shakes his head, his mouth stretching up into that smile. His shoulder sink and he sighs.

"I still regret it," he says. "To this very day. I thought that that day was the last I would ever see you, and I've spent forty-six years since wishing it had gone differently. I never wanted to lose you from my life."

Joe's biting his cheek so hard he worries it might bleed. He breathes slowly, his eyes stinging, and he blinks, glancing away from him.

"Yeah, that was the part I hated the most," he says, his voice tight and straining to his own ears. The pain is finally sinking back in after being ignored for all those years, and it's a lot heavier than he thought it would be.

"I really did love you, you know," Martin says softly.

Joe nods, biting harder. He meets his gaze again, and it's taking everything in him.

"I know," he tells him, sincere. He never doubted it, not really. "I loved you, too."

Neither of them knows what to say now. It's like they've torn the barely healed skin off of an old wound, ripping it open to bleed out all over again. The elephant is gone.

"Hey, dad?"

Joe's eyes widen and he quickly blinks, looking over at Caitlin's makeshift lab to see Iris peering out out of the doorway. It was easy to forget they were only separated by two panes of glass with no actual door.

"Yeah, baby?" he asks, hoping that she didn't notice.

"Would you be able to do a coffee run for us?" she asks, and smiles widely. "Please?"

Relief sinks in. She seems blissfully unaware of anything that just happened, her attention clearly caught up in the work.

He chuckles, and nods. "Yeah, sure. But, uh..."

He glances at Martin, uncertain. Martin smiles back at him and shrugs.

"I'll come with you. I doubt anyone's going to attack me in the middle of a coffee shop."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that, we've seen stranger," Joe says, and Iris agreez.

Martin's smile widens. "I'll have to take my chances then. Believe me, I need some fresh air, as lovely as this place is."

"Great!" Iris says. "Oh, and could you maybe throw in a croissant or something? Cait's hungry and threatened to eat me."

"Hey! You're the one who said that!"

Joe shakes his head at them, rolling his eyes. He gestures to the entrance and starts walking, Martin going with him.

"Be back soon!" Iris calls to them.

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tomyo · 4 years

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The 10 year change of JK and Anime style

My latest watch in my quarantine marathon has been KyouSougigi, a 2011 anime that's bombastic and quirky. The world was so hyperactive, I thought it was a gainax (the trigger part) project.

But as the main character Koto had pulled out her weapon decorated with two big plush mascot straps, I was suddenly catapulted into a hyperstate of nostalgia. I never thought a phone strap would be nostalgic.

I'd like to pause a minute just to show off my beloved phone that I used at that time:

Granted, I didn't use these accessories yet. I desperately wanted anime phone straps since 2005 but bizarrely I didn't get one until 2011 when my pucho included a small dragonfruit character who didn't make it very long. However, in 2012, I was a new city living college student with no limitations and I. Went. Ham. Fake food, squishy bread, and stuffed plush, I had it all. My phone was now properly twice it's weight in charms. I was living to the then dream of every JK Gal wannabe.

The world changes so unexpectedly in only 7 or 8 years.

Life does, that's not a boomer complaint. But the 180 in Japanase High Schoolers is something I don't think an 18 year old me would have considered. The image I had grown alongside was that of was short skirts, bleached hair, tons of accessories, bright colors, cardigans, long statement nails and as previously talked about, excessively decorated (flip) phones. Excessive is a good word for it. Even though the looming influence of smartphones phased away the strap loop, bags were still prime keychain holders and decoden phone cases where a trending style. Things did change with tech changes but this had been a general look for nearly 15 years. And yet, here we are now.

First of all I'd like to point out there's very few High School centric anime out right now. Especially not many in the last 3 years (albeit I refreshed myself by skimming Crunchyroll). This isn't so much that anime doesn't use high school age protagonists going into high school, but that school has little in effect of the story. The only notable example of HS anime in 2020 have been Fruits Basket, A Certain Scientific Railgun, Kaguya-Sama, and Eikouken, the first two happen to also be visually cemented in previous eras. So let's look at the other two as well as BNHA since it technically is also a school anime. Character design isn't uniform but it's pretty subdued. In all three of these, nearly every character wears their uniform to dress code standard. Out of the whole BHN cast, Bakugo is the only one to wear his uniform differently, aside from that I'd only consider Denki and Kirashina to have flashy hair. Now this isn't to say that characters don't personalize themselves but rarely is it in focal ways. Style seems to has been delagated to exclusively footwear, backpacks, and sometimes headwear. Again, no one really does a flashy design for hair. There isn't a lot of curling or dyed hair (even if it's colorful, it may still be their natural hair color) and styling is kept to simple ponytails. Every so often a character my wear an alternative pair of shoes or tights instead of knee highs but the only really expression is their backpacks. In some ways that's funny because it was previously one of the uniform elements. The school standard duffle seems to have been replaced by stylish bags, something that could be overlooked depending on how often they're worn (not that often).

If I had to describe how high school life is portrayed now, it's mature. Minimalism is, well, a big thing. When I see JK life, it tends to have a clean look, class president like almost, the appeal seems to be a contrast in the white of the blouse against a dark blue or black. Shows don't seem to want to break a jewelish natural pallette. Also track, track seems really big right now in high school stories, don't ask me why. I think another part of this is that the shoujo norm of light hearted stories focused on fashion and boyfriends seems to now be more about bittersweet dramas. The full blown pastel romantic comedy has a lot of niche focus, wotakei for example. Where naming all the 'I'm a high school girl with one major quirk and this is my wild romance with my boyfriend with wacky hijinks and extreme reactions' shows would be hard to do during the era I was in high school, it's hard to think of many now.

In a similar way, I feel the atmosphere of animation has evolved. Let me start by saying anime is gorgeous now. Backgrounds are paintings, sakuga is everywhere and it's been so long since wispy hair detail meant garrish lines. That being said, my one boomer comment is maybe that it's too good. The statement that "Anime looks amazing but also seems to always be in the same style." could be applied to both ends of the 2010s. Kyoto animation had been the studio, popularizing school girls doing cute things, their style of moe character design, and a style of referential that had to be seen (this also was something brought to further focus by makoto shinkai). Anime almost seemed to suddenly elevate with more carefully drawn backgrounds and honed use of lighting effects. After effects in the digital of anime used to go absolutely unused or where extremely forefront. You can really feel the differences in series like Toradora, Gurren Laggan, Anohana. They were just so polished. Unfortunately, we kept trying to polish. Every major series sans shonen has gone deep into polish but it's removed a lot of the edges in the process. Fruits Basket had a distinctive style that was kept through to it's first anime but is completely gone in the remake for something that's more generic.

I'm applying some tunnel vision to this but anime has veered more mature and graceful. Like the inverse of the JK girl from the flashy gal look to the mature and uniform, anime has flipped from bombastic and expressive to gorgeous but retrained. It wasn't just the plush straps that was so nostalgic in Kyousougiga (remember when this was the whole point?) But the cartoonish designs and secure personality of the characters. It's hard to fully put my finger fully on what it is but that loud personality doesn't seem to be around much anymore. The spectrum seems stuck to very distinct flavours of Deep Introspection or Comedic Dumbassery in terms of personality. The majority of the former can almost be stressful, the character is almost always troubled by the state of their situation. The early 2010s almost felt unburdened in their burdens. For instance, Koto is trapped in a magical world, all she wants is to get home and the world is kinda hostile to her. Even still, she is smiling, goofing, and even has a friendly relationship with her foes. It's a 'This sucks!' not as much as 'This isn't good..'. Studio Trigger, the part of Gainax that popularized that rouge-ish goofy cast has been somewhat of the only one to keep that up. Even then they lost that energy a little bit with Kiznaiver and Darling in the Franxx. Of course, this is also all processed through my experience now as an adult who has a lot more concerns. The taste of nostalgia is so sweet, I can almost feel youth flow back into me at the sight of a feature phone. Even as I try to finish this long detour from my anime watch, the urge to recapture that feeling of being 17 is a powerful drug. Its a mixture of a lot of senses, the feeling of wearing my mock school uniform and using a big purse like a school duffle, learning pixiv, becoming a little more stylish but still keeping an eye on Japanese fashion, becoming a little more independent and active in my interests, and the untroubled comfort of my desires. It's funny that 17, a defining year in my life, happens to be the same year this came out. All in that year, I took piano classes, learned how to use a DSLR camera, started to cosplay, and began to learn Japanese. It was the year I stopped being an outcast without trying to be someone, the year I saw my first concert, the year I learned about Boba and BB cream, the year I was really infatuated with this guy but probably also my female friend, the year I became to determined to get dual citizenship (goodbye to that chance), the year I started on tumblr, it was just a year that I knew who I wanted to be. I've actually come near around to that feeling again recently so I won't let the nostalgia haunt me too much. But man, I'm really for late 00s fashion to come back. I want the cute accessories back, the cheesy photos you'd take and share for fun, and for thrown together looks.

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