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#this is where difficulties with height differences gets you
blujaydoodles · 1 year
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well this was SUPPOSED to be a mistletoe doodle but I got distracted and ended up spoofing a corny romance novel cover instead, oops
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poisonlove · 4 months
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can you write a fem reader x tara fic where reader is anika’s best friend or sister or something and anika wants to introduce reader to the group
Oh yes, I really like the idea, haha. I just hope you like what I've come up with. Sorry for the delay, but sooner or later, I'll write every request. 😊
The night we met | t.c
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tara carpenter x reader
"Excuse me, sorry," I uttered with difficulty, trying to navigate through the crowd.
I found myself at the fraternity party in New York, immersed in the atmosphere of loud music and an air filled with a mix of sweat and grass. It was Halloween, and the guys were dressed up, adding a touch of eccentricity to the party. The noise of laughter and music served as a background as I struggled to make my way through the crowd, eager to reach my destination amid the festive chaos.
I released a sigh of relief as I made my way through the crowd, and finally, in the center of the party I saw a familiar scene. My best friend, Anika, was sitting on a small couch with a girl. It was clear that she was Anika's girlfriend considering how Anika had her legs stretched over hers, and the girl's hand was absentmindedly caressing Anika's leg.
I approached with a smile, happy to have found my destination amidst all the festive chaos.
"Hey," I said smiling at my best friend. Anika gave me a beautiful smile as soon as our eyes met.
"Mindy... this is y/n, my best friend," Anika introduced, pointing in my direction. "y/n, this is Mindy, my girlfriend," she announced, smiling broadly and giving a playful look to her girlfriend.
"Pleasure to meet you," I said in a loud voice, trying to make myself heard amidst the party's noise.
"The pleasure is mine," Mindy replied with a smile, looking at me with curious eyes.
"Cute costume," she noted immediately, looking me up and down with a mischievous smile. "Certainly... frightening," she added laughing under her breath.
"Thank you," I replied, slightly embarrassed. Perhaps Harry Potter wasn't the most suitable choice for this situation, now that I think about it.
"I'm going... going to get something to drink," I said, leaning toward Anika, who nodded in agreement.
I made my way through the crowd again, heading towards the drink counter a few meters away. While walking, a girl who was dancing accidentally elbowed me, making me lose my balance and collide with someone.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I immediately said after regaining my balance, looking up to apologize to the person I had bumped into.
When my eyes met hers, I was mesmerized. Before me stood a girl dressed as a pirate, with brown hair cascading to her shoulders.
"Don't worry, it's fine," she said calmly, indicating that she was unharmed by our collision. Her eyes, glazed from alcohol, analyzed me more closely.
I responded with a slightly embarrassed smile.
The girl with a smile on her face approached me even more causing my heartbeat to quicken. The height difference between us became evident as we looked into each other's eyes. Her presence, heightened by the festive atmosphere and the effect of alcohol, created an aura of curiosity and excitement.
The pirate, tilting her head, raised her hands to my face. With a confident and gentle gesture, she adjusted my round glasses.
"There you go, much better," she said laughing softly.
"TARA!"
The voice resonated in the chaos of the party and I immediately turned my gaze towards the sound. I saw Tara turning, revealing her well-defined jaw, upturned nose, and full lips.
"Everything okay?" Mindy asked, directing the question to Tara and showing a slight concern as I turned to see.
Tara's brown eyes turned back in my direction, radiant with brightness and fascination. "Let's go get something to drink, Pottah," she said, smiling widely, and a slight giggle escaped when she pronounced "Potter" with an English accent.
"That's what I wanted to do, Elizabeth Swann," I replied, amused.
Tara raised an eyebrow with curiosity, her scrutinizing gaze fixed on me. "Swann?" she asked with genuine curiosity. "Oh... it was a reference to Pirates of the Caribbean, you know... like a matching costume to your pirate outfit,"
I was grateful that the room was relatively dark, allowing me to conceal my embarrassment.
Tara chuckled softly. "Got it, I was teasing you." She raised a hand, shaking it timidly while she spoke.
"Could I have another?" she asked the person behind the counter, genuinely smiling. It was only then that I realized Tara already had a glass in her hand.
"There's none left," the guy behind the counter replied.
And that's when a certain guy approached with a flirtatious smile. "Hey beauties... I'm Edward," the guy said, but he only looked at Tara. "Y/n," I said, annoyed. "Tara," the girl replied with a smile on her lips.
My eyes rolled slightly without making a sound.
"In the kitchen, there's something to drink... if you want," Edward affirmed, giving me a dazzling smile t
Tara and i along with Edward, made our way to the kitchen to get something to drink. As I took a sip, the strong, bitter taste of alcohol made me scrunch up my nose. Meanwhile, Edward was openly flirting with Tara, creating a tense and uncomfortable atmosphere that made me wish I were elsewhere.
The guy put an arm around Tara's waist, causing clear discomfort to the brunette.
It was clear that the guy wanted to take Tara upstairs. With a pleading look, Tara asked me to help her in that embarrassing situation. Her expression reflected a mixture of discomfort and hope as she sought a way out of that embarrassing situation.
"Hey!" I said seriously, putting my hand on Edward's arm.
The guy, obviously tipsy, looked at me confused, smiling mischievously. "If you want to come too, I won't complain," he chuckled quietly.
"Let go of Tara," I said seriously, tightening my lips at the disgusting proposition. "She doesn't want to," I added, shooting a glance at the pirate.
"Potter..." Edward muttered weakly. "I'll make her change her mind," he concluded, smiling.
"Tara! Let's go home," Anika intervened, looking at the guy attentively.
"He won't let her go," I said nervously, noticing how Tara looked at me with bright eyes, perhaps trying to hold back tears.
"Tara stays here," a guy intervened. Mindy was next to him.
a statuesque cowboy.
I raised an eyebrow in confusion thinking that maybe he was the pirate girl's boyfriend.
"Come on, Chad... we just want to have some fun," the guy said, his face red from alcohol.
"She stays here," the guy reiterated seriously, approaching the stairs.
Edward, climbing two steps, made Tara lose her balance, clearly not wanting to follow him. The sudden movement surprised her, and her expression reflected a combination of fear and disorientation as she tried to maintain stability. Edward's firm grip on her arm seemed more like an attempt to drag her than a supportive gesture, adding an element of constraint to the embarrassing situation Tara found herself in.
Tara grimaced, trying to hide the pain as Edward insisted on dragging her up the stairs.
In the blink of an eye, the situation escalated as Chad grabbed Edward by the shirt, attempting to force him to step down. Edward, trying to retaliate, eventually let go of Tara. With a swift motion, the pirate sought refuge in my arms, trying to regain balance after the unexpected turmoil. The tension in the air was palpable as gazes clashed, with Tara still a bit disheveled but clearly grateful to have escaped from that unwanted aggression.
"Take her outside," Anika said seriously. Without saying anything, I found myself walking with Tara against my body toward the exit of the house.
Outside, silence reigned supreme, broken only by the occasional passing car. The starry sky shone, and the full moon illuminated the night. The cold made Tara shiver slightly, enveloped in the quiet of the evening.
"Are you okay?" I asked with concern.
Tara looked at me, smiling and nodding.
I decided to take off my tunic, a sort of jacket I was wearing, and offered it to her. In short sleeves and jeans, I noticed the cold was starting to be felt a bit.
"Take this, it might help you warm up," I suggested, offering my tunic to Tara in the hope that it could give her at least some comfort.
Tara raised the corners of her lips, putting on the coat I had given her and looking at me with a grateful expression.
She swayed slowly towards me, resting her hands on my shirt. Her gaze was directed at me with her chin slightly lifted. A mixture of vulnerability and gratitude reflected in her eyes.
"Thank you," she said timidly.
My cheeks tinged with red due to the proximity, and Tara smiled sweetly. With a sloppy attempt, the girl tried to stand on tiptoe, causing a laugh from me for her effort.
Tara pouted, but it was amusing to see the slightly tipsy girl.
Tara's hands moved gently on my face, removing my glasses.
With a smile on my lips, I watched as the girl pushed her glasses up on her head, looking at me curiously. My smile faded when I saw Tara lean forward, eager to press her lips to mine.
"Tara... you're drunk," I said, smiling amusedly. "And I'm a girl," I clarified, not wanting Tara in her state to overlook the situation.
For heaven's sake, I was gay, but I didn't want to kiss a drunk straight girl.
"And so what? I've noticed," she replied, smiling, biting her lower lip. "I just want to kiss you," she affirmed, amused.
Her hand caressed the lightning-shaped scar on my forehead. "You're extremely sexy with this costume," she murmured.
"You have a boyfriend," I said with a slightly irritated tone, remembering a certain Chad. Tara gave a wide smile, shaking her head. "I don't have a boyfriend," she said amusedly.
"In any case, you're drunk," I reiterate, amused, sensing how Tara smelled of alcohol and most likely a perfume."Maybe you can give me a kiss when you're conscious of your actions," I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
"Pottah, kiss your Hermione," she blurted out with a smile on her lips, and I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Actually, it's Ginny," I said, smiling slightly. "Whatever it is," mumbled Tara.
"Another time," I added, smiling at her amusing behavior.
Tara sighs loudly and leans against my chest, wrapping her arms around my body in search of warmth. My eyes curiously scanned the exit of the house, but the smile faded from my face when I saw Anika's eyes looking at me mischievously from a distance. Her girlfriend did the same, and the only one confused was the guy next to them.
Oh, crap. I'm in for an unpleasant interrogation.
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emy-222 · 2 months
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Sunrise | Hiccup Haddock
Hiccup Haddock Masterlist
Summary: An early morning ride turns into a race between you and Hiccup.
Pairing(s): Hiccup Haddock x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Heights
Notes:
Reader is a dragon rider
Readers dragon is never specified
Take place on Dragons Edge
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Hiccup makes handling dragons look easy.
It’s not.
It seems that Dragon Hunters have a never ending schedule that makes your life difficult.
All you wanted to do was sit outside your hut (that you spent far too much time trying to decide where to place) and enjoy the beautiful view with your dragon or your boyfriend.
Easier said than done.
When your boyfriend is Hiccup Haddock who has devoted most of his life to protecting dragons, free time doesn’t come often.
Hiccups values are part of the reason you fell so hard for him, but sometimes it seems to take from your relationship.
Laying in your bed thinking all of this over in your head is not a great start to your morning.
So, you climbed out of your bed and threw on some clothes.
You whistled as a sort of wake up call to your dragon who was sleeping soundly.
Your dragon groaned and moaned barely opening one eye to look at you. This was their way of saying, “Do you know what time it is?”
You scoffed under your breath completely aware they could still hear it, "Don't worry, I haven't lost track of the time. Let's go for a ride, just you and me." You moved to get their saddle as they moved around loudly in protest.
"Weren't you the one who wanted to start doing this?" You bring up the time Hiccup mentioned that he and Toothless go for early morning rides often and your dragon looked at you as if to say, "We should do that!"
Your dragon let out a regretful moan in response.
You threw the heavy saddle over their back with little difficulty.
"Come on, if you really don't like it, we'll end it early."
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The dragon you were talking to earlier versus the one you're on now would make anybody else think they were two different dragons.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" You teased, watching your dragon close their eyes at the feeling of the wind hitting their face.
They snorted and suddenly dropped a few feet in the air.
You let a shriek and it took you a few moments to realize that you weren't falling anymore.
"Not funny." You grounded your teeth a little.
All your dragon did in response was laugh.
Just when you got over the shock in your body did a familiar voice startle you.
“Good morning, milady!”
Turning your head to peer over your shoulder, you make eye contact with the voice, returning his wide grin with your own.
“Good morning!” You laugh, only needing to wait a minute more before Hiccup and Toothless were right beside you.
Your own dragon and Toothless exchanged greetings as you and Hiccup chatted.
“Didn’t expect to see you out so early. Something on your mind?” Hiccup questioned
You shook your head, grin never faltering, “Just wanted some fresh air, before everyone wakes up. But it seems someone is up.”
Hiccup chuckled, “Oh, you know, just out looking for some adventure. Right, bud?” Toothless grumbled in agreement.
“Adventure, you say? Well, do share with the group.” Your tone is playful.
Hiccup waved his hand in dismal, “Unfortunately, me and Toothless have seen quite enough adventure for one day. But, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing our stories to you, milady.”
“You’re all out of adventure for the day? Don’t say that, Snotlouts not even up yet.”
Hiccup's laugh echoed around you.
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"So this is where you run off to hm?" You teased sitting down on what you believed to be a watch tower. Now realizing it was Hiccup's camouflage hideout.
Hiccup scoffed playfully, "I don't run off anywhere."
"You're right, you fly." You added
Both Hiccup and your dragon rolled their eyes but Toothless let out a snort of amusement.
"At this point he barely walks himself anywhere, isn't that right?" You looked over at Toothless, who happily humored you.
"All right, all right. I guess I won't take you on any morning rides anymore bud." Hiccup voiced looking a little smug.
Toothless no longer looked amused.
"Nothing to say Toothless?" Hiccup poked, earning a glare from the Nightfury.
"Don't worry, Toothless. If he doesn't take you on any morning flights, I will." You whispered loud enough for the other two to hear you, earning a protest from both.
Toothless let out a laugh and hopped around in satisfaction.
Your dragon made out loud noises of detestment and even went as far as glaring at Toothless.
"What?" You addressed the cranky dragon, "Do you know how hard it was to get you out of the hut this morning? I'm sure Toothless wouldn't make it so hard for me?" You teased.
"Now wait a minute, who said you could steal my dragon?" Hiccup said
"Your dragon." You replied and heard Toothless agree behind you.
Hiccup's mouth opened but no words came out.
You were too busy soaking in the satisfaction you felt from Hiccup's response. You didn't notice your dragon make its way over to you until they knocked you over with their head.
"Hey!" You shrieked as your dragon "attacked" you.
You could hear Hiccups laugh in the background and Toothless' sound of surprise.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry, I was just teasing!" Finally they let up looking satisfied with themselves.
"Like rider, like dragon." Hiccup commented
You scoffed, "Says you."
Hiccup leaned back against a rock, "Says me." He agreed.
You lean back against your dragon and shook your head.
After a few moments of comfortable silence you reopen the conversation, "Any news from Johann?"
Hiccup sighed, "No. I know he's scouting almost as much as us but it's as if they've gone completely underground."
"Maybe they finally feel defeated. With the more people we meet and become friends with, the more unpopular the dragon hunters get." You add
"Maybe. Or they're planning their next ambush on a new dragon. I feel uneasy with how quiet they've been." Hiccup confides
"We'll keep looking Hiccup. Once we find them we'll stop whatever they're doing, just like we've done before."
Hiccup nods in agreement.
You find a way to bring up your next sentence, "While the dragon hunters are quiet maybe.. we could spend some time to enjoy it." At Hiccup's confused face, you continue, "It's been a long time since we've hung out together, just the two of us."
"We're hanging out together right now?" Hiccup says.
"I know. But just the two of us." You repeat
"Oh. Oh." Hiccup understands
"I know everything has been chaotic, I was just wondering since we seem to finally have some downtime. It'd be beneficial spending it doing something other than talking about the dragon hunters." You explain
"No, you're right. It has been a while since we've hung out, just the two of us. What were you thinking?" Hiccup asked
"I don't know, I wasn't even sure if you wanted to so I didn't really think about what." You say
"You think I wouldn't want to hang out with you? Of course I'd want to hang out with just the two of us, I enjoy your company more than anyone else." Hiccup says
You smile genuinely, "I've been wanting to go down on the beach and examine the shells, see if I could find any fossils or something. How about that?"
Hiccup grins, "Yeah, that sounds really fun."
Your smile grows and you stand up feeling high on adrenaline, "Come on. The others we'll be up soon and we don't want them setting the edge on fire before breakfast again." You offer your hand to Hiccup.
"No we don't." Hiccup takes your hand, "Thank you milady."
"So..race you back to the edge!" You hop on your dragons back.
"Wha-Hey! Wait a minute!" Hiccup calls after you hopping on Toothless' back, "That's not fair!"
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gabnills · 1 year
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Hello, I was thinking if you could write a fic about neteyam with a short omatikaya s/o. Just neteyam doing a lot of teasing on how the reader struggles to kiss him because of the height difference. Lots of fluff and make sure to take a break when you need to, don't forget to also stay hydrated 🥰🥰
I had to feel identified with this 😔 hope you like it
Fruit Neteyam X Short F!Omaticaya Reader
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-I could help you up there if you want
-I really don't know if you're really saying that to help me or to make fun of me- you were older than Neteyam by almost two years, but in your family the women had never been exactly tall, and on the other hand you understood that the entire Sully family was actually exceptionally tall. That wasn't help.
At this moment you were trying to get a fruit, the ones that were ripe and ready to eat had grown in the highest part of the tree, naturally you couldn't reach one of the branches to climb.
-I would never make fun of you dear- you obviously heard her amused tone although you couldn't see it, too focused on reaching that damn branch
-Tell that to someone who doesn't know you - you speak with difficulty trying too hard to stretch as much as you could
-I really think you could fall, let me help you
-I'm fine, also, if you help me I'll owe you a favor that I'm not sure I want to pay you
-Well, I'm not sure that you really don't want to.
You only say it to contradict me- there it is, from one moment to another you began to pay close attention to his voice and you took a false step, you felt the branch you were on and it began to creak, Neteyam also noticed it
-I don't think that's a good sign, better go down, we'll find another tree - you heard her voice worried down there and as carefully as possible you started to go down
-Well that didn't work, will you let me help you or do you prefer not to eat the fruit?
-I'm not in the mood for your games, it's late, let's go back for dinner before they notice we're not here - you walked away without looking back, because it was true, you were tired and what had happened before had irritated you even more
At dinner time you hadn't seen Neteyam anywhere and when his mother asked you if you knew where he was you answered no, you weren't in the mood to join him in whatever he was up to so when you finished dinner, You headed straight for your hammock in one of the trees in the village.
while you were walking to your bed, surrounded by the luminescent nature of the forest, you felt footsteps behind you, when you turned around you saw Neteyam holding a pair of large purple fruits in his hands, he looked at you with a tender pleading look, with puppy dog eyes shiny
-So that's what you were doing, your mom was looking for you at dinner
-I thought you hadn't noticed
-How could I not notice? -her gaze did not give way, he extended one of the fruits in your direction and you couldn't help but form a smile on your face and make a gesture to take it
-If you want it, then you owe me a favor - he take the fruit from your hands
-I didn't ask you to do it.
-So I'm not obligated to give it to you, besides you said so, my mom is looking for me - she turned around and began to walk slowly
-What do you want
-I knew it, I thought I had ruined my chance - he looked at you again the moment he heard your voice and practically ran towards you
-Could you kiss me? please? - those same puppy eyes when he was in front of you
-You could say that a long time ago, you didn't have to climb to the top of a tree
-You wouldn't have reached them anyway.
-Don't say anything anymore or you're seriously going to ruin it
Neteyam leaned a little towards you, you stood on your toes to reach his lips and he held you by the waist to give you balance, his soft lips met yours and you knew that the fruit could wait
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weenwrites · 4 months
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*sounds of crashing, fire alarm, smoke and chaos in other room, comes tumbling into your ask box falling on my face, quickly getting up and dusting self* hey there! How you doing? Wanted to ask for HC with TFP Soundwave, Megatron, WheelJack with human reader where they switch minds due to some relic or something? (it's temporary or till they get the relic to work again) how would they react? How would the whole thing go? Pretty sure Megatron won't be too pleased lol, established romantic relationship, they been together long enough to know a bit more about each other and be a bit vulnerable.
also a bit of a thing for Soundwave (extremely optional and can just be a line or two) , reader cares about and platonically loves laserpeak, this Minicon deserves love, also feel like it's a given that Soundwave would have a "must care about my child" s/o criteria (Soundwave is usually called a dad for his Minicons and I think they're (minus laserpeak) all dead in TFP? I hope they were just chilling somewhere cause I love these guys) like did you see how quickly he ran to his aid when he sent a distress signal when Ratchet had him pinned down? He didn't even spare a second to try to kill Jackie incase if that second made a difference if he survives or not.
*Magnus yelling in the other room about who did the mess* oh shit... OK thanks have great day byeee *proceeds to hightail it outta there before I get scolded for two hours* "THAT WAS AN AWESOME EXPLOSION BUT MAGY IS GONNA HAVE OUR HEADS" -Me "YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT BOTH OF THOSE.. GET IN LET'S GO"- Jackie
(lol ignore my stupid just hoping it'll get a laugh from you, laughs are good for you)
[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]
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Predaking
He hates this, he's very upset. He dislikes the feeling of being so small and weak, and he inadvertently throws a lot of insults your way without another thought. He'll sulk and sulk and sulk until you point out good things, like it'll be a good learning experience for the two of you, and it could possibly help yourselves better understand one another. Only then will he admit that he sees why you enjoy sitting on his shoulder so much.
Aside from feeling a thousand times smaller, another thing he hates about being so small is the great difficulty that comes with getting around on his own. With his altmode he was able to traverse the sky and land with ease, but now it takes eons to make it somewhere, and he hates it that he gets tired much quicker.
But on the positive side of things, he does take this as a learning experience, and he takes this time to see if somethings he thought about humans are true or if they aren't. Of course he could've just asked you about them, but he was a little shy about it. Some of his questions were about human food, and some are about your home. Speaking of your home, he's definitely poking around out of curiosity. He's gonna pat your mattress and try laying down on it, he's gonna look in your fridge and take a bite of a stick of butter because he thought that was food... He's sorta like a curious cat, minus all the knocking stuff off tables.
Of course after the entire ordeal has been resolved and whatnot, he'll finally truly understand what you go through on a day-to-day basis around him, and he'll respect that you have to deal with such hardships all on your own.
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Megatron
Yep. You're right. He's more than upset about this occurrence, and refuses to leave his habitation suite until shockwave finds a way to reverse it. He plans on letting Starscream command the decepticons while he plans on sulking in his room all day. With you in there with him. because he doesn't really want you going out and embarrassing him.
But if you wanna go out and see what it's like to be his height, it'll take a bit of convincing, but he'll allow you to go and walk around only for a bit. Surprisingly, there isn't any need to persuade him to come with you, he's coming on his own accord but only so he can keep an eye on things. It's certainly strange for him to sit on your—or... His? Shoulder? But he does it anyway because he hates feeling so small and weak—but that isn't to say that you are small and weak... He just feels very vulnerable in general.
Ironically, the rest of the Nemesis are a lot more scared about this than you'd expect. It's as if they're walking on eggshells around Megatron because the whole situation has got him in such a bad mood. And, if you have a good reputation aboard the Nemesis and treat everyone nicely, it's certainly baffling for everyone to see their high and mighty lord "Megatron" acting so nice. It's an unusual, but welcomed change.
After the entire ordeal, he certainly has a newfound respect for you. He hadn't realized how difficult and annoying it was to get around the Nemesis at such a small size. He tried climbing onto a table and it took him 30 minutes to get to the top. Not to mention he never truly understood the feeling of being ignored and overlooked the same way you do.
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Wheeljack
He isn't as upset about this as other two are, but he's still a bit annoyed. He feels like he's completely stripped of his freedom now, and he thinks that sucks. If he wants to go do something, you can bet he's gonna go do it no matter what he's told. Despite the fact he's like a million percent more fragile and squishy now, his lack of self-preservation remains all the same, and honestly don't be surprised if he agrees to let Miko help him sneak out.
But that aside, he wants you to experience what it's like being a cybertronian (minus the whole war-fighting thing, of course) but the team most likely wants you to stay in the base while they try to find a way to reverse what's happened. Still, that doesn't stop him from trying to teach you how to transform, much to everyone else's misfortune.
Also in the millions of millions of years that he's existed, it has never been easier for him to squeeze into a small spot. With his acrobatic abilities (albeit dampened a little, due to your own strength) and your size? You bet he's milking this for all it's worth. He isn't afraid of climbing up onto things if he has to, or jumping off things because he's used to doing crazy stuff like that. You'll probably have to catch him more than once because he jumps down from a spot that's too high for a human body to escape from unscathed, so honestly at this point you should just keep holding him and bring him around with you as you would a pet.
Anyway, after all this he tries to stick up for your more and support you. I mean he already has ever since the two of you became a couple, but now that he knows how it feels to be overlooked and have so little freedom in your position, y'know.
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starbylers · 9 months
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Honestly and truly, one thing that makes me so confident in Byler is the quality of most anti takes being absolutely horrendous. And I’m not talking about the childish hate, I mean when they actually try and make a critical point about the show.
The other day I saw a Mlvn say that Bylers apparently think Mike is being too ‘normal’ by dating El, and we are wrong because El actually ‘goes against societal norms’…because she grew up being abused in the lab…and because Will grew up ‘normally’ (was not abused in lab) Mike being with Will would actually be the choice that ‘traps him in normalcy’... And then I saw another one say that Mike dating El isn’t conformity because El is considered a ‘threat to society’...because of her powers. Like 😭😭😭
It just made me think…wow. You’re telling me this is the grasp the opposing side have on the themes of the show, how those themes influence the characters, and how that all interacts within the social context of the time period? El is a girl. Will and Mike are both boys. It’s the 80s. Obviously the situation is more complicated and nuanced than just those facts, but it is truly not that hard to understand where conformity might come into play.
Like society is not oppressing Mike because he decided to date a female superhero 💀 meanwhile him growing up in an extremely homophobic place and time period maybe possibly definitely could lead to suppression of his sexuality and dating someone of the opposite sex rather than his 1000x more compatible same-sex friend because society would deem that immoral and wrong. Also yes, El does deal with mental health difficulties stemming from her childhood and it certainly impacts how she moves through the world, but again…what societal conventions and rules is Mike rejecting/not conforming to by dating a girl who happens to struggle with childhood trauma? No-one who we come across in the series finds anything strange about these two dating, in fact their feelings are suspected/expected by their friends before they even get together.
It’s wild that they think the height of nonconformism in 1980s small town America is having made-up superpowers…when a gay man is literally right there…and them also implying that El being traumatised makes her like, 'not-normal enough’ for her and Mike’s relationship to be considered subversive or something…sure is an opinion! A really awful one!
It’s like they’re conflating conformity with ‘everyday normalness’, and using fantasy elements and dramatic plots within the show to prove how different from regular reality/life the Mlvn pairing is, rather than understanding conformity (the theme spelled out for us in the show) for its actual definition—behaviour in accordance with socially accepted conventions.
Just saying if you ever worry that you think too deeply into Byler evidence…just remember that at least you’re actually thinking. The “worst” Byler take will always be a million times more carefully thought-out than the “best” anti take.
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masonyep · 3 months
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Hi! May I request an alphabet for Veneer x GN!Troll reader? I thought it would be adorable g/t stuff. You can do whatever alphabet you want, fluff sfw nsfw, :). Don’t feel pressured at all! ❤️❤️
Hey! Hope you like, enjoy, dear (sorry for any mistakes)
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¡Abc SFW!
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do They show affection?)
•↳In my head, Veneer is someone very clingy, always giving you kisses, and holding your palm, due to the (huge) height difference
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
•↳At first, Veneer, on Velvet's orders, would try to remain proud of himself, a little selfish and even snobbish. But he couldn't keep up the facade for long, he would soon loosen up and show who he really is.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
•↳He LOVES hugs!!! Because of his height, he wouldn't be able to hug you, but he would take you in the palm of his hand, take you to his cheek, making you hug his face
D-Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
•↳In my mind, he's not very good at these things, at most clean your room. When it comes to cooking, he is far away, he really doesn't know.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with ther partner, how would they do it)
•↳Lots of crying! he would sit down and talk openly, explaining why he was doing this situation, if it was because of Velvet, he would cry even more, he couldn't stand being away from the little one he loves
F-Fience(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
•↳I think Veneer would wait for some time before really wanting something as serious as this, because of his fame, you might feel a little uncomfortable (the press doesn't take it easy) you would be watched 24/7, so it's not a very good thing for you, right?
G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
•↳He takes the utmost care with your body, he understands how fragile you are. He is very attentive to your feelings too, always asking how your day was, how you are feeling, etc. He loves you, and loves you in every possible and impossible way.
H=Hugs (Do they like huge? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?).
•↳He is passionate about bringing you to his face, making you hug his cheek. He would like to wrap you in his arms, but unfortunately, the height difference gets in the way.
I = i love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
•↳Pretty quick, actually. He likes to show his love in words, as much as he loves to show it in gestures. One of your first encounters, you hear a slightly nervous whisper "... I Love you.."
J. Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do They do when they're jealous?)
•↳He's not that jealous, he actually has a lot of trust in you and himself. But when this feeling comes to the surface, it hinders the conversation, with anyone, it takes you to some other place as if nothing had happened
K-Kisses (What are ther kisses like? Where do they like te kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?!
•↳Veneer loves kissing your forehead, and your lips, even if he has a little difficulty. He loves being kissed on the lips and the back of the hand.
L-Little ones (low are they around children?)
•↳He likes them a lot, Veneer loves how pure and innocent they are, the way they play and are bouncy.
M-Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
•↳When you wake up, he caresses your head and whispers telling you to wake up, he admires you a little while you are drowsy
N-Night (How are nights spent with them?)
•↳A good exchange of caresses before bed, maybe read a book before falling asleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves to they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
•↳He would open up a long time after the relationship began. Especially about the whole Floyd thing, he feels ashamed and insecure about some aspects of his life.
P-Patience (How easily angered are they?)
•↳Veneer is a very patient boy, especially when it comes to you, he treats you with all the affection and patience possible.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember saout you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in sessing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
•↳EVERYTHING, he remembers every little detail you reveal to him, clothes or accessories you are wearing. He loves talking about his clothes, so he is very attentive
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
•↳Definitely proposal day! He got all confused and would definitely drop the ring many times (one of the times the ring fell, you caught it LOL)
S = Security (How protective are they? How icud they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
•↳OVER-PROTECTIVE. He takes great care of you, he hates leaving you alone in the dressing room at some of his shows, so he leaves you in the front row and maybe leaves a security guard near you
T-Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
•↳He would give you branded clothes, he would even give you money (???) and he would take you out, this boy It's a little weird, but he loves you, and that's all that matters
U- Ugly (What would he some had habits of theirs?)
•↳give you surprise kisses. This boy loves surprises and kisses at all times, why not mix the two things he likes most?
V=Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
•↳Veneer doesn't care much about it, but he is completely satisfied with you, your height, your little face everything is perfect for him
W-Whole (Would they be incomplete without you?)
•↳Totally! Who would he celebrate the end of a show with while watching romantic comedy films hugging each other like there was no tomorrow? This boy is lost without you!
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
•↳One time, you were napping, during one of the shows. Veneer had just come to the dressing room and saw you lying like a little sleeping baby. You wake up to LOTS of photos of you sleeping scattered across the floor. "I fell in love with a maniac-" you think
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
•↳Dating cut, this means a relationship without hugs and kisses, just through words and perhaps gifts. He hates this guy! People who don't like touches, and who find everything tacky, ah, he is disgusted by these types of people.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
•↳puts you on top of him (what looks like a small feather on top of his chest) until you sleep, after seeing you sleeping he can do the same. He wants to see you safe before anything else.
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jaggedwolf · 21 days
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Kate x Lucy
when I started shipping it if I did: pilot episode kiss, ngl, where it establishes that they must already be on-and-off hooking up in between sniping at each other about classified information. Lucy just shows up at her apartment!
my thoughts: when I watched this show I was genuinely bewildered by how this CBS procedural NCIS spin-off....just has a whole-ass lesbian romcom happening in its first season? The S1 finale literally ends on them getting together via a grand gesture with the rest of the team cheering.
anyway, they're so fun! they hit a lot of dynamics I like - Lucy loves loudly and openly while Whistler is brittle and contained, they have tension with a history, the height difference is cute, and man, maybe for a different ship all the drama in 1B would've been too much, but for these two I loved it, and not just because Whistler made the best kicked puppy faces while pining hopelessly
my random headcanons on when they each realize they're gay is that Lucy realizes in middle school and Whistler realizes in college, not too long before Noah's death. Don't think anything in canon contradicts that
What makes me happy about them: they're so ridiculously fond of each other. The consistent hearteyes they aim at each other while engaging in tropey shenanigans and still being individually competent agents makes me very happy. When it comes to the relationship angst, I like that for them it's never closeted/sexuality angst but their very different personalities, the usual fwb-to-lovers difficulties, Whistler's big mistake, and working together. They've been no less delightful as an established relationship in S2 and S3 - I love how much the show loves them, they literally got a ficcy-as-hell undercover-as-couple subplot last episode with all the usual gimmicks
Oh, I also did not anticipate how much physical fighting this procedural would have, and as someone who always wants my faves to get wrecked, I have been very well-served. Lucy almost dying while undercover right after Kate crushes her heart! Whistler getting injured while they're broken up and Lucy yelling at her for it! Such good food. (Show, you can keep beating up Whistler every season, I will never complain.)
What makes me sad about them: Their families, and the resulting loneliness. Lucy talks about her sister and brothers like a youngest kid who used to be close to them but isn't any more, last ep she commented that she knew from a very young age that her parents would never throw her a big wedding like her brothers', the way she gets set off by "financially responsible" as a rationale + her family's money has implications there. Kate's confession of how she shut herself off from the world after Noah's death.
But I like that they know about these things for each other (the way Whistler goes "Right. Right." at Lucy's comment tells us they've talked about this before), and the way they're navigating around and disarming each other's landmines here
things done in fanfic that annoys me: I understand that this is the danger of stepping back into another blonde/brunette live-action f/f ship but I cannot deal with those epithets. Or "taller woman"/"shorter woman" either, all of it always makes the PoV character sound like she has a complex about hair or height. It is okay to use the characters' names, I promise.
things I look for in fanfic: .....I've become such a hipster about characterizations for these two. Lucy is the one who broods and contemplates her feelings, Kate is the one who acts without thinking and gets surprised by her own reactions. Whistler is the one with better work-life balance and hobbies, who moved from DC to Hawai'i and stayed there despite the former being way better for a fed career, who goes surfing every Saturday morning without bothering to be contactable by work, and Lucy is the one who describes her life as consisting solely of "work, gym, and [Whistler]" and sometimes does paperwork on the weekends.
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Gosh, I really have no other Lucy ships. For Whistler, I could 100% ship Whistler/Tennant if it was like, after the kids are grown. Why do they stand so close to each other in that 1x14 coffee conversation and say each other's full titles, or have Whistler demonstrate career-threatening levels of loyalty to Tennant, if not to make me contemplate this ship? I hope Sam Hanna's presence doesn't mean we don't get any Tennant-Whistler stuff this season.
My happily ever after for them: Just keep on being badass agents together and stay in Hawaii long-term. Don't really see them having kids, but I can totally see Lucy convincing Whistler of having a cat. ...Maybe get a shorter bed, does Lucy really have to climb that high every night XD.
who is the big spoon/little spoon: lmao I was going to make a comment about Lucy jetpacking because of course she does, but the bed comment reminded me that that they have 10 billion pillows on their bed. One weekend morning Lucy is going to sleepily think she's spooning Kate and find out she's actually hugging those pillows, having been abandoned for the Dreaded Ocean.
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: does sparring really count as non-sexual for them it might really be meals at home? They both cook, they enjoy a quiet night in after their truly hectic cases, and they can put on GBBO or one of Whistler's preferred history documentaries afterwards.
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ember-owlet · 1 month
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|| cg! dina x regressor! ellie headcanons ||
(or as we like to call ember's way of coping with the ending of the game after four years and wishing that they had stayed on the farm together) /j
content warnings: mentions of vent regression due to trauma ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))
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due to ellie's involuntary regression, dina would always have to be on alert around the house and farm. as long as JJ was somewhere safe and comfortable she'd be able to give her due attention to ellie, despite ellie desperately trying to force herself out of the headspace from guilt.
most of the time ellie's regression is due to her past traumas, bringing her to a heightened state of awareness and fear. however, dina is well equipped to bring down her little one when an episode arises, holding her close in her arms and grounding her; telling her that she's safe and no one will ever hurt her again.
dina doesn't mind at all being a motherly figure for her love despite the difficulties that come their way. wherever ellie goes, she goes.
one of the pair's favorite ways of grounding and reconnecting is through their shared love of music. there's no better musician to dina than listening to her baby play the guitar for her, and ellie thinks there's no prettier dancer in the world than her mama. dina would wrap her arms around ellie and sway with her gently, the two finding their own rythm to slow dance wherever they are, record player or not.
when ellie has time to unwind and voluntarily regress with dina she can be the silliest regressor ever. she loves to make her mama happy with jokes/puns that she used to tell joel. dina would always oblige, scrunching her face or rolling her eyes playfully at how awful they are.
these two unfortunately has zero filters when it comes to swearing. in this dynamic both the caregiver and the regressor are chronic pottymouths.
due to their height difference you can't tell me there wasn't at least one instance where ellie had put something that dina needed a little higher than she could reach in retaliation.
at this point in the story, despite her lighter headspace ellie still suppresses a lot of her thoughts and feelings. dina had found a nice middle by letting ellie doodle or write in her journal for her to look at later on to see what she needs.
however, as long as the topics aren't too heavy both of them love to rant and talk to each other about anything and everything.
ellie loves to talk about the things she's learned about dinosaurs, space, or the movies and comics she's scrounged up.
dina loves to talk about whatever is on her mind at the minute, her plans for the day or prospects of the future or past.
whenever dina is having a hard day where being her normal silly self is too much to handle ellie would put her arms around her mama, reminding her that they'll get through it together. she'd bring her drawings, snack foods and blankets to read outloud some of her favorite comics or bundle dina up to have them watch a movie together.
if dina ever takes the day for herself by leaving the farm she'd plan it far ahead of time, leaving little messages around their house and garden to make sure ellie is alright with JJ while she's gone. there would be cut fruit on the table and a prepped meal ready on the stove for the two to wake up to with a list of chores for the day and a note wishing them well and that she'll see her babies soon.
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cloudwhisper23 · 12 days
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We're moving right along, fam! Happy Grumbo Month! Thanks again to @grow-bettah for the prompts! (Had a bit of difficulty with this one, but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway!)
Day 8: Matching
Scar needed to borrow a suit. To look professional, he told Mumbo. He needed to look good, and since he and Mumbo were the same height, Mumbo was the best option to ask for help.
Mumbo was the best option to ask for help, honestly. He was very accustomed to wearing his suit, so it was only natural that Scar turned to him. Except, Scar wanted to borrow a suit. And Mumbo only had one.
He told Scar the issue, and Scar said it was no problem. Mumbo could borrow his clothes for a day.
So now, Mumbo was sitting on the floor holding his knees as Scar showed him different options. He was uncomfortable with all of them so far.
“Not to rag on your fashion sense, mate, but-“
“Do not finish that sentence, Mumbo.”
“Right.” Mumbo slouched, letting his legs finally stretch in front of him. “Do you have anything less over-the-top?”
“I do. I just figured that since your whole thing is…” Scar gestured at Mumbo. “Well, you’re always in the suit! I thought you’d want something fashionable.”
“Fashionable and over-the-top are not always the same thing, mate. But I think the word you meant was formal. And it’s not that I can’t be casual. I just like the suit better.”
“Okay. I know that, which is why I was trying to match to that.”
Mumbo shook his head. “It’s not quite the same thing.”
“So you want to try something more casual?”
“I may as well give it a shot,” Mumbo replied. “But don’t forget, Scar. I will need the suit back. I have a very important meeting tomorrow.”
“Yes, you need to be all professional for when you meet Grian. I know, I know.” Scar pulled out a green sweater. “How’s this?”
“Better.” Mumbo felt his shoulders sag with relief. “That will work, Scar.”
Later that day, Scar waited for Mumbo to return before giving him some bad news. “So, the meeting went poorly.”
“Okay.” Mumbo shifted slightly in the sweater. “Why are you wearing different clothes?”
Scar winced. “Well, when some people consider something to be terrible, they throw things. Things that make a mess and stain.”
“Oh, Scar!” Mumbo exclaimed. “What have you done?”
“I didn’t mean to, Mumbo! I’m sorry!”
“Now what am I supposed to wear tomorrow?” Mumbo buried his face in his hands. “I was meant to be making a good impression.”
“Well, I’ve done some research on this Grian guy, and I think a sweater would do just fine. That’s what he typically wears anyway.”
“I can’t just come in and steal the man’s style, Scar.”
“Well, it’s not stealing if it’s temporary. Besides, he’d probably see you as a fan, not a usurper. You already have the whole look with the mustache and the suit and everything. And he probably knows that too. It would be flattering!”
Mumbo sighed. “Fine then. What kind of sweater would you have me wear?”
Scar brightened. “I have just the one.”
Grian wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that Mumbo Jumbo was running late. Honestly, he thought the time and location he’d sent had been clear enough. Apparently not.
The judges didn’t seem to mind that Grian’s competition was running late, but then again, Grian was used to this sort of thing. Maybe they’d try and start right when Mumbo Jumbo got here. It certainly seemed like something they would do.
His fingers twitched toward the Creative inventory. Grian was too on edge, and they needed to get started. Buildswap wasn’t the only thing Grian needed to work on today. Where is he?
Just when Grian was preparing to call it, Mumbo appeared next to him, blabbing apologies. Grian cut him off immediately. “Where have you been?”
“Fashion emergency?” Mumbo scratched his neck.
“You were panicking about what to wear? Mumbo Jumbo, this is a build battle. Who cares what you’re wearing? The judges certainly don’t.” Grian shook his head, finally looking at the other man. “And-“
He fell silent, even as the judges grinned at each other. Grian blinked, expecting the red sweater to change into something else. Literally anything other than what it was.
“I had to borrow some clothes-” Mumbo started.
“We match,” Grian cut him off again.
There was another painful pause. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just get started.”
Mumbo nodded weakly, and the rest of the competition passed without incident. The conversation between them was somewhat stilted, but at the very least, the judges were able to help Grian warm up. This certainly was the man’s element, Mumbo noticed.
When Grian gave him a contact card to plan another session, Mumbo was just grateful that he was getting another chance. He hadn’t completely messed things up with Grian, at least. The man was willing to work with him again! That was something, right?
For the next Buildswap, Mumbo was ready. He’d gotten his suit cleaned, and the familiar material made him feel much more comfortable. He wasn’t even late this time!
Grian was noticeably absent though.
The two judges from last time didn’t seem too bothered by it, having their own discussion off to the side.
A tug at his sleeve made Mumbo jolt. “Something wrong?” Grian asked innocently.
“You weren’t here a moment ago.” Mumbo relaxed.
“Nah, I’ve been here the whole time. Invisibility just wore off.” Grian smiled cheekily. “Like my outfit?”
Mumbo glanced down at him. “What on earth…?”
Grian had an ill-fitting suit that mirrored Mumbo’s own suit, black with a red tie. “I guess we match again.” His smile widened. “What a strange coincidence.”
“That was an accident!”
“How do you know this wasn’t an accident?”
“The suit doesn’t even fit you,” Mumbo pointed out.
“Neither did the sweater. It seemed a bit tight on you,” Grian shot back, still smiling.
Mumbo’s eyebrows furrowed, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. He was grateful that was the moment when the judges decided to nudge them into starting.
He wasn’t sure what to think of the implications that Grian might’ve been checking him out.
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zoomzooomfast · 2 months
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So one of many parts of me explaining my sims HC's of how the sims universe is
Part One The Timeline
So Sims 3 is messy in the timeline because different worlds take place at different times so that will be noted when needed
The Sims 4 is similar in difficulty but also different because" it's an AU" so the Sims 4 is taken lightly on the timeline with parts that will be built upon later in explanation posts
the baseline of years are also based of the constant characters of the goths and the fact that sims 2 came out in 2004
-Sims 3 Twinbrook- between 1900-1910(The Curious brothers grandfather was a toddler)
-The Sims 3-Late 1950s-Early 60s
-Sims 3 Monte Vista, Roaring Heights -Late 60s-early 70s(The Montys and Capps are still young and growing a there families)
-Sims 3 Midnight Hollow, Lucky Palms, Moonlight falls-Mid 70s-early 80s(The Summerdreams are young adults, The Dreamers are young adults, Nervous Subject is a toddler)
-Sims 3 Aurora Skies -Some time during the early 80s (The Beaker siblings are alive and Loki is a child)
-The Sims 1- the late 80s-early 90s(The goths are adults and Cassy is a young child with out her brother Alex)
-Sims 3 Sunlit Tide-between 1986-1988( I know this is really specific but if the pleasant twins are between 14-16 in 2004 they had to be born between 1988-1990 and Mary-Sue and Daniel are on their honeymoon in Sunlit Tide. This also takes into account the theory that if The Sims 1 had a teen life stage Daniel would have been a teenager.)
-The sims 4 Horse Ranch and Cottage Living-Mid 90s-Late 90s (I put these two together earlier than The Sims 4 because Mortimer's aunt Agnus and her "Dead Husband" are elders)
-Sims 3 Dragon Valley-Mid 90s(John and Jennifer Burb are unmarried and Lucy isn't born yet)
-The Sims 2- 2004-05 (This is the baseline year with Bella being abducted in the Summer of 04 and then I am guessing the events of The Sims 2 take place between Summer 04 and then Summer 05 given the handful of pregnancies we know of and the fact that Seasons start in the winter with the exception of the Greenman who start the next spring)
-The Sims 4- the 2010s-Present ( Look at the game and tell me you don't think it takes place in the 2010s it might just be the fault of the game being stuck in 2014 in style)
-Sims 3 Lunar Lake- 2020s ( I just feel like its the vibe of Lunar Lakes plus if Mathilde Goth is the third goth child that would have had to be born after Belles abduction in the 2000s she would be a young adult now pretty much )
-Sims 3 into the future-"New World Hundreds of Years into the Future" (this is a direct quote from the back of the Disc)
Parts I want to but somewhere else on the timeline but I am not sure where I would
The Sims 4: My Wedding Stories- In My Wedding Stories Arnessa Thebe talks about how she misses her Aunt Queen and Uncle Eetion. And how her and her dad{Queen's Brother} would visit them time to time when she was a kid. So this just creates a wired gap I have yet to figure out yet.
Princess Cordelia Thebe- So still being on my Thebes issue. In the sims 4 in text it suggest that Princess Cordelia lived at least 100 or so before the events of the sims 4. But Arnessa is referred to as her Descendant which to me suggests more than 5 generations But I think that maybe Arnessa is like her great-great granddaughter. because in 100 year you don't really get decedents you get great-great grandkids. Maybe Cordelia never got to meet if she was older and had a kid or two.
If you read this whole thing WOW. If your wondering what I am on to come up with this much of a sims everything timeline my answer is hyperfixation and Cherry Slush Alani. I think its wild this is just my like baseline timeline to without any like actual headcanons besides estimated ages.
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jhynka · 1 year
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- from here on out
part 1 part 2 part 3
genre: fluff, angst with and without comfort, series
pairing: suguru niragi x reader
sypnosis: you enter the borderlands with your 4-year-old son, Hotaru, the only goal you have is to find your husband and brother except who knows how they've changed and what they've done while you were gone.
CW: unedited
AN: hello hello!!!! another fic back at you again (two fics in two days?? Impossible!) anyway here's a fic where chishiya is ur brother , you're married to niragi and you both have a son named hotaru! now its GUARANTEED that you will get a part 2 since i already have it and i just need to polish it. anyway yuh hope you enjoyyy happy reading!
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Entering the borderlands with your 4-year-old son wasn't easy. The both of you were at the pediatrician for his regular checkups while your husband was outside waiting with your take-outs. Birds chirped outside the hospital window with the amazing sight of Shibuya down below, citizens resembled little ants of differing colors, walking diagonally across the streets and collecting together in small groups at entrances of establishments.
The doctor spoke while measuring Hotaru’s height, “How are you these days Mrs.Niragi?’ she said still focused on the tiny numbers on the scale, smiling at your son. “Hotaru grew 3 inches since his last appointment! he's growing quite fast for his age, also starting to look a bit more like his father.” she teased, turning to face you as you gaze out the window.
You look back at her and Hotaru. “We’ve been great lately, Hotaru’s getting straight A’s at school, my husband recently got promoted, and my brother is about to graduate med school! Thankfully, everything just seems to have fit into place for the family.’ You replied, reminiscing on the past few weeks with a smile.
Your smile didn't last for long however, a glowing object suddenly appeared in the sky, causing the three of you in the room to acknowledge it. It grew larger and larger in the sky till you realized it was a missile-like object. Fireworks appeared confusing all of you. The three of you panicked and ran to the lower floors for protection. A loud bang was all that was heard until it was just a black void of darkness. You could only hope your family was safe and sound.
You awoke as Hotaru shook your body for any sign of life. Your surroundings were silent, eerie, and covered with the scent of gasoline in the air. “Mommy, Mommy! Everyone’s gone, I cant find Daddy or the doctor!” Hotaru said crying. You cupped his cheeks and assured him that everything would be alright.
The both of you walked around the abandoned, wrecked streets, trying to find another human being, and trying to escape. Eventually, a middle-aged man came running toward the two of you, his face planted with fright.
“Woman, it's not safe for you and your son here. Take these, the Beach will find a use for these when you get there. You both will be safe there. There's no time left for me.” the man said, handing you a few playing cards. Two of hearts, 4 of clubs, 7 of spades, and 6 of diamonds. He ran away again but stopped when a red laser from the sky shot him dead middle. The traumatizing sight for both of you sent shivers down your spine.
The two of you found a building with electricity and entered, still wondering what ‘the Beach’ was or where it is. You saw a small group of people, all of them looking like they know each other.
“Hello,” You said weakly. “do you guys know where everyone went?”. They all looked at you with pity, a woman in sunglasses couldn't even bother.
“A child,” A young girl with dreadlocks approached you. “I’m Kuina, I didn't know a child could be transported into the borderlands. Did you just arrive?” You nodded in response. The conversation was interrupted by a speaker suddenly bursting at full volume, with water suddenly cascading around you.
GAME RESGESTRATION CLOSED. THERE ARE NINE PARTICIPANTS. THE GAME IS ABOUT TO COMMENCE. DIFFICULTY: 4 OF DIAMONDS. GAME: LIGHT BULB.
The speaker continued to explain the rules of the game set before you. The words went from one ear to the other with the panic you felt, yet you only understood that you just have to figure out which switch opened the bulb inside the smaller room in the setting. The water flowed in quicker, causing you to have to carry Hotaru.
“I have an idea.” you blurted shakily. “Since we can only try one switch while the door is open, lets test a random one now. If it doesn't turn on, let's close the door and open another one for a while, then we touch the bulb for heat to see if it is switched on or not. If it's hot, then the answer is the switch we just pulled. If it's cold, then the answer is the final remaining switch.” You explained in a hurry, wanting to get out of the drowning water around you.
The 7 other people executed the plan successfully, leaving all but one woman who touched the wire on her own alive. Hotaru clung to you for safety, being frightened by the sharp wires around him. Kuina helped both of you exit, and offered you a ride to a sanctuary together with the rest of the players.
In the car, the other players introduced themselves kindly, except for the woman in the sunglasses called ‘An’ by the players.
“My name is YN Niragi, it's a pleasure to meet you all,” You said, “Hotaru, introduce yourself to the others” you guided your son in a whisper. “Hello, I’m Hotaru Niragi, I'm happy to meet you all.” He said blankly, tired of everything he’s been through for the day.
“Niragi?” An questioned, looking at Tatta and Kuina with glances you aren't sure what the meanings are. “You must be married I assume? If so, what's your maiden name?” She followed, looking at the front mirror to see you.
“Yes, I am. My name used to be Chishiya, why do you ask?” You said, with your head still low. An glanced at the Kuina and Tatta who had frightened faces, and Arisu who remained confused and quiet. “Things are going to get juicy at the Beach.” she replied smugly.
You arrived at a resort still holding onto your son, the only family you seem to have left. Kuina stayed with you, bringing you to someone she said ‘you might want to meet’. The three of you walked to the back of the resort, overhearing party music and people shouting from the inside, Hotaru was about to fall asleep when you see someone in the distance. Your brother?
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distantlaughter · 5 months
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‘The thrill of racing is not the speed but the feeling of driving on the edge’: Nico Rosberg
originally written 30 December 2017 by Mark Bailey for The Guardian (x)
The F1 world champion on meditation, British etiquette and retiring at 31.
My first memory is of seeing Ayrton Senna in his yellow helmet as he raced his McLaren through the Monaco tunnel. I was three years old. We were staying on a friend’s boat near the chicane and at 8am I heard the roar of the car’s V10 engine fly past during warm-up, so I ran outside. The sound was unbelievable.
My dad was also a racing driver, but my personality is closer to my mum’s. My racing style expressed that a little bit because my dad [Keke Rosberg, the 1982 F1 world champion] was a completely crazy guy in a race car, always over the limits, whereas I was much more controlled and smooth.
I like to meditate every day. It helps me grow as a human being and to learn about myself – why we are jealous, why we get angry, why we all have relationship difficulties with our parents and partners – so you can understand those feelings and act more adequately.
The thrill of racing is not the speed but the feeling of driving on the edge. The first time in the car, you think: “Oh my God, this speed is crazy.” But after five laps it becomes normal. It is more about driving so close to perfection and getting perfection out of the car. It is exciting to know you have taken a corner better than anybody else in the world.
I have always been afraid of heights. You’ll never see me bungee jumping.
When I won the F1 world title in Abu Dhabi last year we stole the pit board and took it to a disco. We had this big sign saying “Nico World Champion” at our table all night – just to make sure we kept a low profile.
My future is now a blank sheet. Retiring in my early 30s is awesome, but it is not easy after focusing on one goal for 20 years with everything dictated and planned. I now need to learn how to set my own rhythms and discipline my days.
I want to explore the world of innovation. I have always been passionate about technology and engineering. I like cars, electric bikes and drones. I am planning a trip to Silicon Valley to see what is out there and to make some connections.
As a driver I had to be as light as possible so I studied nutrition and went full-on extreme. I am committed to staying healthy in retirement. We have a little veggie garden at home. But once a week I love a margherita pizza.
I really admire British etiquette. When there is a queue you wait and nobody passes. When you are on the road someone stops 1km away and blinks their lights to politely say you can come past. It’s a bit different to where I come from.
I can ride a unicycle and juggle at the same time. We used to do a lot of reaction training to prepare for races, so that became my secret skill.
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teal-fiend · 5 months
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doctor's visit
Doctor’s Visit
The pred goes into the doctor's at a clinic that they haven’t been to before, so their information isn’t up to date. They talk about the fact that they’re a pred and what that means for them in terms of health.
“Have you ever really discussed your status as a pred before?”
“No, I guess I haven’t.”
“Alright, well I’ll explain to you the situation, and what it means for you to be a predator medically.
In layman terms, you have a condition that is present in approximately 0.2% of the population. It usually manifests in the patients early 20s - which is around your age - and speaking of which, when did you have your first prey?”
“I think I was 18 actually” “Oh, you’re an early bloomer it seems. How long did you have cravings before then?”
“Uhh, it was pretty much around the same time I think. After I started wanting to eat prey I did it soon after.”
“Interesting..” the doctor said, “many predators are able to ignore their cravings initially, waiting months or years even before they act on them. Of course some people don’t get cravings until later into their life as well - would you say that you have difficulty managing cravings?”
“I think so, I mean, It’s pretty much impossible to ignore.”
The doctor typed a note into the pred’s file
“On that note, how often do you consume prey?”
“Once every three days or so,” 
The doctor looked surprised, “well, that is within the normal range, however, once a week is standard. Every 1-2 days is considered too often, and 3 weeks apart is too few. Do you eat supplementary foods?” “Like, just normal food?”
“Yes”
“Sometimes, but mostly I just rely on prey.”
“Okay, well I suppose this isn’t an issue now, but if you were to move to an area with a higher predator population, you might be required to rely more on supplements, since at the moment you’re consuming more than double the average amount of prey. Do you know about maintaining your territory? That’s to say, do you have a relationship with preds in the region?”
“Yeah, I have like 4 hectares around where I live where it’s my designated hunting area.
“Do you smoke or drink?”
“Sometimes” “Sometimes to both?” “Yeah,”
“How often?” “About once a week or less.”
“Alright, You might want to be careful, because preds are at higher risk of developing heart issues. Related to the diet and stress of hunting, there are avenues that you can take if you’re looking into quitting. I’ll send you an email if that’s okay.”
“Sure”
“Okay, what else… hm… how about I check your vitals?”
The doctor checked the blood pressure and heart rate of the pred, and then their height and weight
“Have you eaten recently? Prey, specifically” the doctor asked
“Yes, yesterday”
“The measurement might be a bit off then.. I’ll note that down, but perhaps you can try to time it differently on your next visit.”
“ Also, You’re missing your tetanus shot, so we could do that afterwards if you’d like. A nurse will do that for you, not me. But in the meantime, do you have any questions or anything else you’d like to go over?”
“Um, I don’t think so.” “Alright then, see you next time.”
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sanguineterrain · 2 years
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Go Easy - Bucky Barnes
For @real-jane 's healing hands challenge! I chose to write a healing from skin hunger/allowing themselves to be touched piece. Congrats Kate! ❤️
Word count: 719
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader 
Pure fluff 🥰
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You didn't often find yourself awake at this hour. Sometimes missions left you with excess adrenaline, which could make it hard to sleep later on. But you were never without company. Working in the Avengers tower often came with night owl tendencies. Tonight was no different. 
The gym lights were on, and there was only one person who'd be up at four AM, tearing up punching bags like his life depended on it. 
"Can't sleep?"
Boom! The bag flew off the chain.
"Tony just replaced those," you added, trying to lighten those looming, tight shoulders. It didn't work. 
Bucky Barnes had been down here every night since the first night you started coming down, almost a year ago. His knuckles were raw, the serum already working double-time to heal over the scrapes. Gingerly, you took the tape from the bench, waiting until he finished hanging the next bag to offer it. 
Bucky shook his head. 
"'S fine."
"You're bleeding," like he didn't know. 
"Doesn't hurt."
"Bucky," and he stopped, turning his body towards you. You set down the tape. 
"Did you try any calmer activities before coming down to beat the shit out of sandbags?"
"Needed to clear my head."
"You need to take care of yourself," you corrected. "Have you told Dr. Cho about your sleeping? The difficulty concentrating?"
Bucky stiffened, drawing himself to his full height. You didn't waver. 
"Yes."
"And?"
"She thinks the serum increased my requirement for contact."
And that was it. He returned to throwing punches, each one harder than the last. You winced every time his fist connected with the bag, until finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You stepped next to him, and Bucky caught himself before the next punch so he didn't send you flying. You put a hand on the bag, blocking him. 
"Y/N, come on. This is how I manage stress."
"Well, it's not working very well, is it?"
You gently closed your thumb and middle fingers around his wrist and tugged until Bucky followed you to the sink basin. There, you wet a washcloth, wringing it out. 
"What're—"
As soon as the cloth touched his forehead, Bucky quieted. You dabbed it over his temples and cheeks to cool him down, then wiped the spots of blood on his hands. You set down the cloth and reached forward, placing both hands on the back of Bucky's neck. 
"Okay?" you checked and he nodded. 
Slowly you drew small circles at the base of his skull. Then you moved forward, under his ears, to his jaw, where you brushed his skin in light strokes. 
Bucky's breath hitched, lids growing heavy. His head leaned forward and you eased him into your neck, scratching at his scalp, inhaling his soap and sweat. 
"C'mon," you murmured, moving your hips closer. "Touch me, it's okay."
His big hands crept to your waist. Bucky hesitated with his metal fingers. You continued brushing his face, both hands cupping his jaw, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. 
"That's good," you hummed as Bucky slowly pulled you closer, melding your body to his. "Good, Bucky, good."
"I don't… I shouldn't…"
"You deserve this," you reminded, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "You deserve to be touched kindly."
Bucky shuddered. One hand was on your spine, the other in the curve of your waist. 
"Been a long time, hmm?"
"Yeah," he whispered, still afraid the walls were listening. 
You wrapped your arms around his neck, lifting your leg to fit it over his hip. Bucky’s gaze grew unfocused. 
"Dr. Cho suggested maybe I… I get a pet or something."
You hummed, rubbing between those broad shoulders, feeling him sag as the tension dissipated. 
"Pet would be good. Maybe a cat?"
His arms tightened around you. 
"Maybe. I dunno."
"You know, it's not one or the other, Bucky. You can have the cat and you can have me."
He looked up at you, eyes wide, pleading. 
Don't give yourself to me. You don't know what you're doing. 
You smiled, resting your forehead against his.
"As long as you want me."
"What if—" he licked his lips, swallowing. "What if I want you for a long time?" 
"Then you've got me for a long time."
"I do," he confessed. "I want."
You brushed your lips over his brow bone. 
"I'm here."
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the-wild-candy · 2 years
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Are you on the right path?
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💜 Mini pick-a-card reading 💜
ᨳ Credits to the creative anon for this pac idea + pinterest for the quotes
ᨳ How to pick a pile : If you have trouble choosing a pile then close your eyes, take a deep breath and the first pile you see after opening your eyes will have your answer.
ᨳ This is for entertainment purposes only. Take what resonates, leave what doesn't.
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Pile 1
"I have always been someone who looks too deep into something or someone. That's because I realised from a young age that's there is always more than what meets the eye."
page of cups - the tower - eight of wands
You're getting there.
Open yourself to new ideas, especially intuitively. Embrace the unexpected changes you might come across. If you know what you want, go after it. Follow what you desire. For those of you who are going through a rough patch, try seeing things from a different perspective. Be persistent. Believe that it's possible. The old ways are no longer useful. Change is important. It's time to replace foundations of the past with something more genuine. Something which will serve you better. If you choose to do so, and even still, you may experience rapid growth all of a sudden. Difficulties are/will be over soon. Be patient and wait for what's about to come.
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Pile 2
Listen to the silence, it's telling the truth.
Knight of swords - six of swords - chariot
Yes.
You are impulsive. Swift to act upon something and so eager to take action. You don't really know how to stay in one place because well, you get bored easily. Defend yourself when you need to and be brave in the face of opposition. You are on your journey to create a balance. It won't be easy, it never is. Sometimes, it's better to admit defeat than to suffer continuously. Be less harsh on yourself, if you do that of course. If you need to step away from people, do that. This pile is extremely positive (acc to the question at hand), although with the six of swords we did see some strife in your past but followed by the chariot, it's clear that you are driving your own path forward. You have a goal and you must meet it, without any hesitation to where it will lead.
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Pile 3
"We destroy the things we fear; sometimes, some of us are afraid of love, afraid that it leaves us vulnerable, exposed and open, afraid that it may destroy us, and so we destroy instead".
Two of swords - seven of swords - four of wands
I was seeing a baby duck while channeling the messages for this pile. I feel like many of you aren't aware of what you want. You follow the crowd. It's like walking where the wind takes you. You have to make a choice. You are indecisive, therefore, you are walking on a path simply because you have to. Find the purpose. There will be no path if you don't choose to carve one out for yourself. The past was to learn a lesson. Consider rethinking the people you trust. Running through the backdoor won't make finding the destination any easier. Although, with the four of wands falling out, I do feel like you'll find the right path for you and it will definitely be celebrated. But this won't mean that the path you desire is complete yet. Take pauses in between the times you achieve greater heights.
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