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goblinselfshippr · 9 months

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❤️Romantic f/o tag explanations+ links

(+Leviathan bc he used to be a romantic but he got switched) fair warning, I don’t keep up with all the shitty musician drama. Warning for medications/experiments/drugs in Albert’s part specifically(which I have moved to the very bottom past Leviathan for that reason).

Vergil- #❤️[A Thousand Years]

Pretty sure most people get this one, it’s the infamous Twilight wedding song. Everyone and their mom knows by this point that I’ve been shipping with this guy since I was like 10, and when you spend that much time writing/daydreaming about a guy it really does feel like we’ve been together for millennia. BUT did you know it is also based off of a wedding dance that I always thought about us doing? It’s a bit of a mashup between this video and this one

Cicero- #❤️[DWTC]

This is actually an acronym for Down With The Clown which is an ICP song… yeah… lol my parents should’ve known I was not gonna be a normal child when they blasted Riddlebox 25/8. Cicero’s entire playlist is mostly ICP because he is in fact an insane clown. I think originally his tag was going to be “My axe” or “chop chop slide” or something but obvs that’s violent and I figured I’d probably need to censor everything if I went with those. I wanted to keep them around 3 words or less, so the acronym was just faster (meanwhile Simeon’s tag exists)

Farkas- #❤️[Tír na nÓg]

*inhale* HOOO BOY this is both a song by Celtic Women and the fae world in Irish folklore. In the song, I’m pretty sure it’s about a warrior who is shipwrecked on an island and sees a faerie that looks like his wife who is trying to tempt him to stay safe with her on the island of Tír na nÓg. My S/Is are exclusively either fae or angels (sometimes both at the same time) but I figured Skyrim has a closer folklore to Norse and Irish and popular culture loves saying they are the same. So yeah, Tír na nÓg because he’s getting tempted by a pretty fae lol

Aizawa- #❤️[Mr. 10pm Bedtime]

This is a song by Girli (one of my top 10 faves) and I really feel like the chorus fits him shdndj especially “Baby, don't tell me you're too old To have a little bit of fun sometimes” and “So tell me one more time That I've been trashing your bedtime I hear you knock, knock, knock On the door and you let me know “Pipe down or you'll have to go!" “ like that is HIM. Our dynamic is very much “loud/flashy/extroverted” and “god I’m so tired introvert”

Levi- #❤️[Under the Willow]

Another lucky guy with a wedding dance. Willow by Jasmine Thompson (warning, the camera spins with the dancers for some ungodly reason so those parts might make you dizzy/motion sick bc it for sure makes me a little nauseous) it’s a really soft song and I kinda only picked it for him because of the line “Down by the water, under the willow Sits a lone ranger, minding the willow” but some of the other parts still fit him imo “If he had spoken, love would return Spoken inside, too soft to be heard” bc that man has a hard ass time conveying emotions. Yes he is blunt, but feelings are embarrassing. (Source: me wanting to disappear the moment I have them). It’s apparently based off of a fairytale called Under the Willow by Hans Christian Andersen

Wrecker- #❤️[Absolutely Smitten]

Dodie song because I was absolutely in my Dodie era with him SHCAKCAB It’s so cute and fun and just feels like him! Esp because it’s easy to imagine my s/i singing this about him (she is a performer) in the bar! I don’t really have a lot to say, these things just lined up. It was a hard tie between this one and Would You Be So Kind, but for me the shorter tags the better.

Simeon- #❤[Kannst du die Engel sehn?]

This is from Die Engel by Eisbrecher, the tag means “can you see the angels” really original i know lmao I love this band and this song(I am not in any means fluent in German, I can only flirt and order food), I have included a video with the English translation. It WASNT going to be five words long, but I felt like just “Die Engel” (The Angel) would NOT work because people wouldn’t understand its not die(English), it’s die(German) + be like “wow that’s a little harsh” 🤣 the full lyric is “Can you see the angels, they fall only for you” which is meant to allude to how Simeon does a LOT of shit he is not supposed to for the MC

Jafar- #❤️[Out of Body]

This is a song by Gorillaz that feels kind of like some sort of cult ritual at first. Allegedly it is about the sort of euphoria you feel dancing at a club or party. Idk feels a lil culty to me(<- has never been to a party). Another one I don’t really have much to say about, in my head it just fits. It’s fun and upbeat and a little crazy/foreboding because this guy is nuts ily tho bby

+Leviathan- #❤️[Break the Internet]

This is from Cyber Sex by Doja Cat exclusively because I didn’t know what the hell to use for him that wasn’t an anime OST song, and I like keeping the music theme. (Sorry bud) I was going to do something from Match to Water by Pierce the Veil(which I feel like is HIS song even if I don’t really feel romantically abt him as much), but I really couldn’t find anything short and snappy that I felt like fit him. And obviously the name of this song would not work on my sfw page 😅

Albert- #❤️[Mr. Doctor Man]

Song by Palaye Royal that has been stuck in my head for the past 6years (shoutout to my ex who introduced me to this band). It’s pretty heavy if you actually listen to the words (alludes to a doctor using illicit substances to cope with the trauma of the job). I’m not completely naïve to the fact that our guy Bertie is canonically a homicidal maniac who absolutely abuses his position to turn people into weird zombie demons or human hamburgers. His story is dark and I wanted his song to reflect that feeling. One of the more recent updates from the game’s creator actually shows a concept art of a kid Albert in some sort of medical testing facility, and I really felt like the song’s themes resonated with him

#goblinrambles #❤️[Break the Internet]

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yozzers · 3 years

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vexos hcs and random notes

ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned...

General

I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other

I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk

Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron

None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that

Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when they’re all gathered)

My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lync’s antics and Mylene less so but doesn’t lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment

Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like “hiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3″ bcs obv he wasn’t using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra)

Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexos’ ranks)

the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on

Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, Gus

Vexos being a “chance of death low but the chance is still there” type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the government

sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now

Spectra Phantom / Keith Fermin

[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy

think it’d be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesn’t recognize him bcs of his stupid get up

throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdos

Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other

Pre-Spectra; probably would’ve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about “do you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released forms”

this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my guts

mom isn’t dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didn’t know how to balance family and work, good for her

probably lives in another city now, and it’s a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they don’t see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways)

probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing

didn’t bleach his eyebrows bcs he didn’t want to harm the skin around there and he never thought he’d take the mask off around others, or about how stupid he’d look without the mask

please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then

daddy issues is truly the root of evil

Gus Grav

Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life

[canon?] was going on a route to being an “idol brawler”, because that’s kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.

Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together I’m making that a thing, if he didn’t join the Vexos he would’ve been an idol brawler

I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois ‘s post on that)

The hc of him being half human and Runo’s half brother is so good

Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt

not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrain’s Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint)

Shadow Prove

[handbook canon] a vestal nobleman

has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)

inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan

the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. They’re just Like That.

Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much

Considered running away from home several times

Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music

hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested

*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3*

You know how he doesn’t take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:

did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasn’t interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something that’d still be beneficial to the family?

joined to pursue a freedom he didn’t have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?

has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv he’s team clown, volt is team jester

incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human he’d be chinese, i’ve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is there

Mylene Ferrow

While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasn’t reached what she considers the top just yet...

[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought]

I like to think she’s closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. “annoying” to “endearingly annoying, you still aren’t getting special treatment though”

Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so they’re more of a “we hold each other at a distance, but we’re aware of out closeness which is enough for us”

Then its Spectra and then Gus in the “closest to Mylene” scale; she just straight up hates Gus and it’s mutual

whoever made the “Mylene and Spectra were exes” hc I think it’s really funny so I’m adding it here

terrible fashion, she’s the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Volt’s help, she just voiced what she generally wanted

Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought it’d make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)

Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks they’re basically the go-to duo matchup whenever they’re assigned work n it’d be cool

Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from

She’s grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesn’t really like him

I wish I had more to say about her... but It’s all relationship esque, i think in general she’s enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics

Lync Volan

[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether they’re still alive or not is...?

was part of the same area Volt is from

probably aware of each other but didn’t really know each other

you sound like you have mommy issues

came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature left

ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn

Volt Luster

[canon] he’s from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5ds’ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there

He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? I’d assume at youngest it’d be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)

has a neat collection of handmade jester dolls

lot more artistic than he seems

Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron

Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes?

#bakugan #croak

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my5hiningstars · 3 years

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@seokjinsel tagged me to post my top albums of 2020 (and i know there was no limit but i tried to cut it down to nine since that’s how many i posted last year) also in the time it has taken me to finish this post i was tagged by @floralminho too sjkdfh

idk who has been tagged but @silvertae, @yoon-river, @sapphicshawol if anyone wants to ✨

details under the cut!

Halsey - Manic (17th January, 2020)

every day i thank yoongi for featuring on this album and giving me a reason to listen to it. there was a week to a month at the start of lockdown (time meant nothing who knows) that this was just on repeat. it’s so well ordered as a full album which is So not expected from an album with So many singles and i Love it. some tracks i keep coming back to include: suga’s interlude (obv.), more, and still learning (but like, just listen to the whole album honestly)

BTS - Map of the Soul: 7 (21st February, 2020)

last year i absolutely adored mots: persona, and i guess this is almost kind of a repack? honestly as an Album if confuses me BUT i also loved so many of the new tracks i couldn’t leave it out. some top picks: ugh! (욱), we are bulletproof: the eternal, and filter (my top played bts song of 2020 on spotify oops)

5 Seconds of Summer - Calm (27th March, 2020)

listen lockdown was a weird time and i maybe had a brief 5sos Moment bc tbh it’s good pop! i listened to this whole album a bit, but i kind of whittled it down to the 8/12 songs i really liked (that are all on my top songs so i couldn’t Ignore it...). some of the favs are red desert, easier, and lover of mine

Day6 - The Book of Us: The Demon (11th May, 2020)

day6 literally have never released a bad song. it is actually impossible. a well constructed album top to bottom. musically interesting but never unpleasantly challenging? also yoon dowoon melting my heart with his vocal lines 🥺 what a band, what a group. i rec the whole thing but, let’s highlight day and night (해와 달처럼), love me or leave me, and afraid (also sungjin’s demo track for it i’m Still crying it’s so good)

Tomorrow x Together - The Dream Chapter: Eternity (18th May 2020)

i nearly picked txt’s other ep this year entirely bc i loved ghosting so much, but as a full set of tracks i like this one more. nothing could ever beat run away as a single, but can’t you see me did it’s very best. a quality sampling of what txt is capable of. picks: drama, can’t you see me?, and fairy of shampoo (wow txt’s SEO Sucks and their korean titles are so Long i’m not going to put them here)

Day6 (Even of Day) - The Book of Us: Gluon - Nothing Can Tear Us Apart (31st August, 2020)

it’s a perfect album. beautiful, amazing, chef’s kiss. i am a Sucker for a concept album in general but the way the story progresses with the denimalz interlude tracks is so Cute and Fun. it’s totally fine that it’s only 18min long bc i could listen on repeat for days on end. i adore every track but i’ll recommend the intro: landing, interludes ocean and forest, and Especially the outro: to be continued (just listen to the full album!)

Stray Kids - GO生 (GO Live)/IN生 (IN Life) (17th June/14th September, 2020)

i kinda fell off following skz for a bit after the I Am series ended and i wasn’t sure i’d ever get back into them, but then i saw chan’s arms and hyunjin’s Hair and something Snapped. (also the release of skz2020 with all the re-recorded ot8 tracks with those han vocals??) top tracks: god’s menu (神메뉴), ta (타), back door, any (아니) (so many so many any anything etc.)

Taemin - Never Gonna Dance Again: Acts 1 & 2 (7th September/9th November, 2020)

it’s not cheating if it really was released as a package... i maybe have a slight bias toward act 1, simply bc criminal is like, one of my top songs of 2020. that said i don’t think there is a single skip? the way he has grown consistently since debut while still keeping a certain taemin Flavour is so impressive. tracks i particularly love include criminal, clockwork and pansy (cries in shawol)

BTS - BE (20th November 2020)

i nearly considered paying $100 for this on my first listen i loved every single track so much. i was sceptical when i heard it was only 8 tracks (7+skit) but everything about it is beautifully Bangtan, but in a very fresh way for an official album. you really can feel the contribution of every single member to the production. stand-out tracks are blue & grey, dis-ease (병), and honestly i Still love dynamite.

Honourable Mentions: Twice - Eyes Wide Open (i didn’t listen to the album much bc i couldn’t Stop listening to i can’t stop me) GFRIEND - 回: Song of the Sirens (i love them and the shift in their style of singles since being affiliated with bh has been interesting?)

#tag games #mutuals #this only took me 2 hours it's fine #i've just been waiting to make this post all year jksdhfs #thank u both for the tags sjkd i was about to tag you rae when i saw the notif and had to change it #this is what i get for insisting i put links to everything in this post #as if y'all don't know how to use google #bangtan #day6 #shinee #taemin #txt #stray kids #twice #gfriend #those are the artists relevant to this blog kjsd #it's been a weird year for music i could have sworn there were so many more albums i loved this year #i guess i just Really Loved the ones i did #also there were some that didn't come out this year that i had on repeat #thank goodness harry styles came out in like the last week of 2019 or whatever like #oops it's a well produced pop album #also i listened to nfr a Lot but again it's a 2019 album so #THE TAGS BROKE I WOULD SCREAM IF IT WEREN'T 1AM IN THE MORNING #hopefully i fixed them but also rip

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reindeersweaters · 4 years

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Not Enough

SMUTWEEK : DAY ONE!

Prompt : In a Family Way

Words: 1565

Rating : M (obvs)

Canon compliant AU

Summary: Queen Anna overhears a conversation between several other women that causes her great concern over the state of her marriage.

Smut Below The Cut! PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY!

“So, I heard something interesting this evening.” Anna said as she and Kristoff entered their chambers.

They had finished putting the children to sleep in their respective rooms, which had been a task after the exciting evening events of a dinner party, but now it was just the two of them.

“Oh?” Kristoff asked holding out his hand for her to use as a balance so she could pull off her shoes. “And what was that?”

“Lady Johannsen is going to have a baby in the spring.”

“Well how nice for them.” Kristoff nodded with a faint smile on his face. “I bet Lord Johannsen is very happy.”

“Mhmm.” Anna said reaching around to fiddle with the clasp of her necklace.

“And I’m sure Lady Johannsen was excited.”

“Mhmm.” She struggled to get the hook undone.

“Was there something else bothering you?” Kristoff asked her, his hands moving to help with the delicate chain.

“Well… Not particularly…”

“What is it, Anna?” He asked dropping a quick kiss to the base of her neck, admiring the goosebumps that broke out on his wife’s pale skin.

Secretly this was one of his favorite dresses because it left so much of her shoulders exposed. He loved seeing all her freckles in their immaculate glory.

“It’s just…” She continued. “When the pregnancy was announced there were several other ladies around me and they kept saying things that… well things that, frankly, I didn’t understand.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well…” A faint blush came to her cheeks. “Do… do you think there’s something wrong with the way we do things?”

“What do you mean?” Kristoff felt his brow furrow in confusion.

“I mean things… in here… in the bedroom.” Her cheeks were even pinker than before.

“Are you lodging a formal complaint?”

“No! Not at all! I mean, I enjoy what we do! I don’t want you to think I’m unsatisfied. I think you’re wonderful, as you well know! I mean… we have three children and I’m usually pretty vocal.”

“That you are.” Kristoff chuckled.

“I just… I guess it’s not very common… what we do.”

“Anna, what on earth are you talking about?”

“Well,” she went to sit on the edge of the bed and began removing her stockings, “some of the older ladies began talking about how… now that Lady Johannsen’s in a family way the… ‘spark’ will be gone.”

“Oh?” Kristoff said.

He came to kneel before her and help her take her stockings off slowly.

“Yes.” She breathed out a small sigh whenever his thumb brushed against her calf. “I guess once you have children… a lot of the desire goes away? Or at least, that seems to be the case for most people.”

“Not us?”

“Not us…” Anna sighed a little heavier as he moved to help her with the other leg. “I mean… I don’t feel that way… Do you?”

“No,” he leaned forward to place the smallest of kisses on the inside of her ankle, “if anything I want you more.”

“That’s what I said!” She exclaimed and Kristoff raised an eyebrow. “I mean not in those words, but I assured Lady Johannsen that a child only causes the love between a couple to grow! And then all the other women laughed at me. They actually laughed!”

“Well that’s rude.” He kissed up her leg a little more. “It’s remarkably disrespectful to laugh at a queen, I would think.”

“I just… I just got to wondering if maybe we were doing something wrong. To have a family and still desire one another the way we do. To still… burn so brightly for each other.”

Her eyes were dark as she looked at him, and familiar heat was coiling low in his belly.

“Well do you feel like I’m doing something wrong?” His lips had reached her knees at this point.

“No.” She whispered, still regarding him closely.

“How about now?” His lips trailed up her inner thighs.

“No!” The words came out more like a moan.

“Then what’s got you so worried?” He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs, rucking up her skirts as he went.

“I don’t remember.” She squirmed beneath him.

“If you ever want me to stop…” he gently teased her with his fingers over the top of her bloomers rubbing in wide, lazy circles. “You need only say so.”

“No!” She growled this time.

“Are you telling me ‘no’ you don’t want me to stop? Or are you telling me ‘no’ because you do want me to stop? I’m a little confused.” He pretended to be perplexed.

“Kristoff,” she growled, grasping the collar of the nice shirt he was wearing and jerking him up so she could smash her lips to his.

“That wasn’t a clear answer.” He smiled against her fervent mouth.

His fingers kept petting her over the fabric of her bloomers, become a bit more intentional in his teasing.

“Did you want me to stop, Anna?” He huffed against her mouth.

She mewled in reply.

“Well,” he nipped her bottom lip, “do you?”

Then she stood suddenly, surprising him. She turned him and pushed him back on the bed, and stepped out of her bloomers in a flash.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, feigning seriousness.

“What does it look like?” She began to undo his pants and jerk them down.

Kristoff threw back his head against their soft goose down blankets and groaned as she wrapped her mouth around his already hardening length.

“Looks like you’re too impatient to let me help you get undressed.” He said and then let out a hiss as she flicked her tongue over him and then released him with a pop.

“We’ll have time for that later.”

Then without any more warning she straddled his hips, her skirts flaring out around her and lowered herself onto him.

“Oh!” She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

His hands automatically fisted in the fabric at her hips.

“My god, Anna.” He groaned bucking his hips up a bit at the feel of her. “Please move.”

“Now who’s impatient?” She smirked at him, but then she began to rock against him.

He silently cursed her for not letting him take her clothes off, because he wasn’t getting the pleasure of touching her bare waist, or her magnificent breasts. There were so many layers in the way. He tried to sit up so he could kiss her exposed shoulders, leave a mark on her neck, but she pushed him back down.

“Anna.” He groaned, fingers going up to trail along her sensitive collarbones. “I want to feel you.”

“Later.” She shivered beneath his touch.

Then she began to rock against him faster, rolling her hips in a way that made him briefly forget his own name.

“Anna!” He sighed, reaching under her skirts to the only bit of skin he could reach and grasped her thighs tightly.

“I’m already so close, Kris.” She panted.

“Really?” He cocked his head when he looked at her.

“Mhmm.” She whined. “I guess I spent so much time thinking about you this evening it got me all riled up.”

“Well you know I love it when you’re all riled up.” He squeezed her thighs tightly and she giggled in response.

He took a moment to admire her in all her glory. Her regal gown. Her hair still carefully fashioned. The fancy earing’s she’d switched out at least six times swaying with her movements. Her crown still perched (albeit a bit crooked) atop her head. Her eyes bright as she looked down at him.

Ugh, and that bare neck.

He sat up quickly despite her earlier efforts to keep him laid flat and fastened his lips to her throat.

“Oh, Kristoff!” She gasped and pulled tight against him.

He knew she was just about to keen over the edge, and frankly, so was he. Usually he had more stamina, but the fact that she couldn’t even wait to take her dress off was doing things to him. The fact that she’d spent the evening thinking of him was enough to make his head swim. The fact that she could move her hips the way she did…

His hand slipped over to her center and his calloused fingers rubbed in precisely the right motion (he’d had years of practice, after all) to make her cry out and clutch him tightly. The feeling of her coming apart around him was enough to send him over the edge.

Briefly, he thought to whether or not it was strange that they still made each other burn so brightly. Was there something abnormal about them? No, he reasoned, this was just years of love, years of practice, and years of putting one another first.

Anna leaned her head against his shoulder as she caught her breath and he leaned over to kiss her fringe.

“Whew.” She sighed and sat upright to look into his eyes. “Well I’d say the spark’s still there, don’t you think?”

“I’d say so.” He murmured giving her a kiss.

“Here, help me out of this dress and we can go again.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” He chuckled. “I’m not as young as I once was.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?”

“Apparently.”

“Who knows, maybe we’ll make another baby?”

“Mmm, three’s not enough?”

“Nope.” She giggled.

“Didn’t think it would be.”

#kristanna smut week 2020 #fanfiction #kristanna #writing

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lunisims · 5 years

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You know how Pose Player just kinda of...sorts poses however it feels and it can be annoying to find a specific one? Well that bugged me. There’s a method to it’s madness though, so you can fix it to suit your needs by renaming the packages in s4studio. Now this could have already been obvious and I’m just an idiot. But I had never seen anyone write about it, so i thought I’d just make a little tutorial to help any one else who might not have realized you can change the way things appear in the Pose Player. Cuz I certainly didn’t for a while.

It’s not difficult, it’s just...a bit tedious. Worth it in the end though, I promise.

You’ll need:

Latest Version Sims 4 Studio [ x ]

Poses, obv. I get all mine from @ts4-poses

Pose Player [ x ]

Patience and a bit of time. If you know where to download those, lemme know, but I kinda just cultivated mine over the years.

(Tagging: @ts4-poses @maxismatchccworld @mmfinds @mmoutfitters to help spread this around!)

And that’s it. So *rosanna pansino voice* let’s get started!

1. GET ALL YOUR POSES INTO YOUR MODS FOLDER

If this is your first time dealing with mods and poses, here’s how it goes: Sims 4 has a Mods folder that all that good stuff goes into. Navigate to your Electronic Arts > Sims 4 > Mods folder and drop all your poses in there. Usually you’ll find it in your main drive folder (C Drive, D Drive, whatever) unless you intentionally put it elsewhere. You can make sub folders in your Mods folder. For organization’s sake, I stick my poses into their own folder just so I can find them easier

2. DOUBLE CLICK A POSE TO OPEN IT IN SIMS4STUDIO

Make sure you’ve downloaded and installed Sims 4 Studio. If you did, then you can double click a pose in your folder (or any package file for that matter. this is basically a package editing tutorial.) and it will pop open in Sims 4 Studio.

It’ll bring you to this screen.

See that section that says ‘name’? That is the name of the package as it appears IN GAME and that is what you want to rename. Renaming the file in the mods folder itself (a.ka. without opening sims4studio) doesn’t do anything other than change the way it appears in the Mods folder. Make sense?

3. RENAME YOUR POSE(S)

This is where the ‘organization’ part comes in.

Pose Player sorts things alphabetically in game, prioritizing poses with with letters in the title first, then poses with symbols. So, for example, if you have poses labeled as followed:

Amazing Posepack

Barely Amazing Posepack

[Amazing Posepack]

[Barely Amazing Posepack]

It’ll sort how it’s listed above. ‘Amazing’ and ‘Barely amazing’ first, then [amazing] and [barely amazing] after it, while still keeping the titles with symbols in it in alphabetical order.

I like to sort my poses by whether they’re story poses or model-type poses. I also further sort them by how many people are in the poses (couple, single, or group). I also opt to put that in Brackets because...idk. Looks more organized to me.

This is where your own creativity and sorting conventions come into play. You can mimic what I do, or come up with your own organization method.

For this pose I’m using by @simmerberlin I personally class it as a Storytelling pose with a single sim. So this is how I label it.

You can also change the Description right below it to help you further identify what you’re looking at. Super nifty when you have A LOT of similar poses. You can differentiate them with the description.

You can ALSO change the icon if you feel inclined to.

You can ALSO ALSO change the name and description of each pose in the package by clicking the ‘clips’ tab in the top right. This won’t change the order it appears in the pose pack itself, but, again, it allows you to make little descriptions for the pose and help you recognize them better in game.

4. SAVE. SAVE. SAVE. SAVE.

When you are done making your edits, SAVE by clicking the button in the bottom right of the window!

5. CHECK POSE PLAYER IN GAME.

If you’ve done the above properly, all your changes will be reflected in game in the Pose Player when you open it. I only did a few poses for the purposes of this tutorial, and here’s how it looks in game for me!

Ignore the random ‘rj couple pose’ in the middle. It’s somewhere else in my mod folder and i can’t find it for the life of me to remove it.

And that’s it! Have fun making you Pose Player super heckin’ organized and easy to look at ~

#sims tutorial #sims 4 tutorial #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 poses

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kutemouse · 4 years

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Paint Me Over

Disclaimer: I made and edited the gif I used for my header. That’s why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. The footage belongs to BTS and BigHit, it’s obvs from one of Yoongi’s live streams. I also pulled the pic below from that footage. Feel free to use however you like, just please give me credit for the edit. Thanks 💜

I got this request on my Twitter account from @TheGirlInTheFloppyHat⁷ who said, “Soft stans please don't attack me, but a good looking guy, in a beret, casually rolling up his sleeves and painting away is hot as hell!!! HOT AS HELL!! 🔥 🔥 🔥 (Also, Yoongi the Renaissance Painter... Someone please take up the FanFic idea! 🤭🙈)”

Obviously, this is me volunteering to take up the idea because I agree, it is HOT. AS. HELL. 😂 I replied and told them I’d tag them once it was finished. Hope you like! Enjoy! 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: SMUT! Oral (f. receiving) as in face-sitting, smutty sex, Yoongi being a whole-ass Renaissance snacc, paint

Word Count: 1,546

Summary: You and Yoongi live in a modest home somewhere in Renaissance Italy, with him trying to earn a living through art. Unfortunately, you keep distracting him even though that’s nowhere near your intentions.

I sat in the corner of the room, subtly risking a glance at him from the pages of my book. Yoongi was currently swirling his paint brush in the tin filled with the darker blue, lost in thought. “Are you quite alright?” I asked, prompting him to flick his gaze my way.

“I am, thank you,” he murmured, fingers tugging at his beret. I let him carry on, admiring the way his trousers hugged his legs as he moved between the canvas and paint. When he shoved his tunic sleeves up his arms, showing off the creamy skin of those hands I loved pressing my lips to, I swallowed hard.

“I can feel you staring,” his deep bass grumbled.

I whipped my gaze back to my book. “Sorry.”

I listened to the scratching sound of the brush spreading color over the canvas, reveling in the way Yoongi inhaled as he smeared blue onto white, and the way he exhaled as he pulled the brush away. Risking another peek at him, I watched as he straightened, dipping the brush in the paint once more, before bending down the work on the bottom half of what would be his latest masterpiece. Yoongi repeated this action multiple times, silently working as I looked on. His hands were what my eyes were drawn to most, however, his veins popping as his grip on the brush tightened and loosened. I had to press my fingers to my mouth to stop from gasping at the sight.

Normally, he didn’t let me watch him work. Yoongi preferred for me to see the finished product, but as we’d had such little time together since his art started becoming popular, he relented and let me sit in on this painting’s creation. The only other time I’ve been allowed in the same room with him while he’s working is when I’m the one sitting for the portrait, and even then, I never got to see his process until now.

Yoongi finally sighed and set the brush down, his pale arms and smock now splattered with small droplets of blue paint. “You haven’t turned a page for nearly an hour,” he mused, looking at me with hooded eyes.

I opened my mouth to apologize once more, but he crossed the room and smothered my words with his soft mouth. “Never mind,” he murmured against my lips. “I was distracted, anyway. Your mere presence is a hindrance.”

“I can leave,” I muttered, attempting to turn away.

“No,” he growled, the sound low in his throat. “I want you to stay. Need you to stay.”

My eyes grew wide as he pulled me upright, his dark eyes boring into mine as he slid his hands around my waist. “Don’t be scared, my love.”

I shook my head. “I’m not scared,” I said breathlessly. Truthfully, I wasn’t. I was entranced… had been for the entire time I watched him work.

Yoongi reached around me and began loosening the ties of my dress, pressing his lips to the skin of my neck as he worked the strings loose. I sighed into his touch, trembling as he peeled the layer from my body, letting the fabric pool around my feet. He groaned at the sight of me just in my linen kirtle and corset. “Turn,” he ordered, and I spun. His nimble fingers worked at the knots keeping my corset together, skillfully undoing them the way he’d done so many times before. Yet I still shivered every time I felt his fingers touch my bare skin, trailing over my neck and shoulder as his other hand loosened the corset strings to the point where he was able to lift the piece of clothing over my head and toss it in the corner.

I spun around, becoming painfully aware of the fact that he was still fully dressed. I tugged at the hem of his tunic and he smirked as he pulled it off. “Impatient tonight, are we?”

Biting my lip in response, I fumbled with the ties at his trousers and yanked them down to his ankles, kissing down his torso as I did so. Yoongi groaned loudly as my tongue flicked out, tasting the skin of his creamy pale thighs. I lingered there, pressing the flat of my tongue against his skin, licking my way upwards. “Enough,” he grunted.

Smirking, I refused to listen, doing the same to his other thigh. He growled and grasped my hands, yanking me upright. “I said enough teasing.” I shivered, his husky voice going straight to my already dampening core. Yoongi reached down and grasped the hem of my kirtle, pulling it over my head in one swift move, making me gasp as the cool air hit my naked form. My nipples instantly hardened, and Yoongi sat back, devouring me with his eyes.

“You know, no matter how much I paint, you are still the most beautiful work of art I’ve ever seen.”

I felt a blush creep its way up my cheeks, and reached up to cover my face with my hands. Yoongi grabbed my wrists, pulling me so close I could feel his breath over my face. “None of that,” he murmured.

Yoongi led me to the bed in the corner and lay me down, nudging my thighs apart with a knee before he lay between my legs, his hard, throbbing length pressing against my folds. He rocked back and forth, the tip rubbing deliciously against my clit, and I cried out from the intense pleasure that shot through me.

He silenced me with a deep, passionate kiss, shoving his tongue into my cavern. I wrapped my lips around the muscle, sucking slightly, knowing it would drive him crazy. He let out an appreciative grunt and thrust his hips into mine, forcing a gasp from me.

He lifted his hips, the sudden loss of pressure making me whine, but he pressed a finger against my lips, shushing me. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” Yoongi said, deftly flipping us over so I straddled him. He grasped my thighs and guided me to the point where my core sat right above his perfect, pink mouth. Lifting his head, he licked a strip from the bottom of my folds to my clit, eliciting a loud moan from me. I began panting as he continued his handiwork, skillfully tonguing at me from every delicious angle, finally shoving the muscle as deep as he could go, making me cry out. He went between that and sucking fervently at my clit, and I felt my thighs begin to tremble as he worked me to my breaking point. “Yoongi,” I gasped. “I’m gonna… I mean, I’m going to-”

He groaned at my words, the vibration going straight into my core and pushing me over the edge. I cried out, my moans whiny and loud, as I released onto his tongue, panting his name as I came down from my high. “Yoongi… Yoongi…”

Only letting me have a second to breath, Yoongi speedily flipped us over once more, lying between my legs and pressing his hard, thick length into me before I had time to figure out what was happening. I felt my muscles stretching to accommodate him, relishing in the way my walls clenched around him and made him squinch his eyes shut as he bottomed out. “Ready?” he asked, letting his facial features relax into a smile.

I nodded. Yoongi wasted no more time, thrusting in and out of me at an insanely fast pace, using one hand to hold my hips still and the other to tightly grip the round flesh of my ass. I knew there’d be bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow, but at this moment, I didn’t care if I wouldn’t be able to walk. All I knew is I wanted him, I wanted him from the second he picked up his brush, and finally our bodies were melding together as one.

“Harder,” I hissed, scraping my nails down his back.

He obliged, speeding up to a pounding pace. I could hardly breath or feel anything but him inside me, thrusting in and out, the sudden, intense pressure of him inside me coupled with that same pressure abruptly releasing giving me nothing but raw, acute pleasure. I felt the muscles around my core and the bottom of my spine tightening, preparing for a second release. Yoongi’s grunts were coming out loud and frequent, letting me know he too was close. “C’mon sweetheart, let me feel you,” he moaned, and that was all it took to send me over the edge once more, my muscles completely contracting around him as they shook, clenching and unclenching.

He kept going, pushing me through my high, sweat making the tips of his soft, dark hair damp. Finally, Yoongi let out a low, deep grunt and pushed deep into me. I could feel him twitching, releasing everything he had deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me, both of us trying hard to catch our breath as we came down.

After a moment, he pulled out of me and rolled over onto his side. Yoongi smirked as he panted, his face still shiny with perspiration. “Maybe I should let you watch me paint more often.”

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oldtumblhurgoyf · 4 years

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Chicken Ramen Recipe

So I looked at like 4 different recipes and just sort of compiled them all into one, picking the bits I felt I’d like most as well as what was actually available at the store. It’s simmering on the stove now and smells delicious, plus the broth tastes pretty good to me so far. Though I haven’t actually eaten it yet (that will be later tonight).

I think total prep time for me so far has been just under 2 hours, but about half of that was either waiting for water to boil for the ramen eggs or cooking chicken/letting the broth simmer for about 20 minutes. You could cut this prep time down a bit by not cooking the chicken first. Instead, you would cut off the raw meat into bits and then toss it in after you’ve added the chicken broth (and all the other stuff that goes in at that points), letting it cook while the pot simmers there.

Also worth noting you could totally do an even bigger batch of this, it would still only take about 2 hours, and you’ve got a few meals ready to go throughout the week. Just have to heat up the broth and prep the noodles.

Ingredients:

4 chicken thighs, with skin, on the bone 3 TBSP miso 1 TBSP oil 1 onion 4 oz shiitake mushrooms, stems removed 1/2 cup soy sauce (this and the water are the only things I actually measured, everything else was eye-balled and then I just tasted the broth and adjusted) 1/2 to 3/4 lbs bok choy (I think I ended up using a little over a pound) 4 cups chicken broth 1 cup water 1 TBSP chili sauce 4 cloves minced garlic 1 TBSP fresh grated ginger root

Instructions:

First, if you want ramen eggs to go with this, prep this first part anywhere from a few hours ahead, to the day before. For best results, let them marinate over night.

Mix 1/4 cup soy sauce with like, iunno 2 TBSP of miso. The actually recipe I have says to use 1/4 cup rice vinegar or mirin, not miso. But I don’t have those things so... and lastly, 3/4 cup water. Mix that all together and set aside. Also my container didn’t allow me to fully submerge 6 eggs with this much, so I doubled up on everything. If you only do like 2 or maybe 3 eggs in probably a tall glass (or individual cups?), this is probably plenty.

Bring a pot of water to a soft boil and (gently, with a slotted spoon) toss in however many ramen eggs you want. Let them go for 7 minutes, then remove and put in an ice bath for 3 minutes. From there, carefully peel them and put them in the marinade you made above. Set in a fridge for up to 12 hours. You can keep the eggs for up to 3 days in a fridge, but if you do that you’ll want to transfer them out of the marinade and into a dry air tight container.

Now for the actual ramen.

I started with my chicken thighs. Took my ramen pot and put it on the stove with that 1 TBSP of oil and let it heat up a bit (med-hi heat). Plopped the thighs down skin side down in the bottom of the pot and let that fry. Added some salt and pepper and then just made sure they didn’t get stuck to the bottom of the pot. Flipped ‘em after about ten minutes and went another ten minutes. Then I removed them to a plate.

The pot now has some chicken grease and oil and bits of fried chicken in the bottom. Toss your onions (I diced them, but all the recipes I saw showed bigger chunks, so do what you want there) on top of all that and scrape the bottom a bit to get all that flavor intermingling. Sweat the onions for about 5 minutes.

Then you toss the mushrooms and miso in with that. I quartered my mushrooms (my wife doesn’t like mushrooms so she should be able to avoid them more easily this way, otherwise I would have diced them as well). Let that fry in with the onions for about 3 more minutes.

Then we toss in the garlic and ginger. It only needs to be in there about 30 seconds to a minute. Just enough time to get aromatic. After this we toss in almost everything else.

The soy sauce, chili sauce, water, and chicken broth all goes in now. Bring this concoction to a simmer and let it go for about 15 to 20 minutes. While it does that...

Take two forks and shred up your chicken that you’ve had set aside. And if you’re like me you’ll now see that your heat was a bit too high so this chicken isn’t cooked all the way through. No worries. Shred off what you can then toss it all back in the pot. After about 15 minutes you can fish out those bones and pick the rest off them. Stir in your bok choy and let it go just 3 more minutes.

Now if you aren’t eating any right away, let this stuff cool off and keep in the fridge in air tight container for about a week.

Whenever you do want to eat it, heat your noodles as recommended on the package (if using instant noodles as I’m stuck doing this time around, obvs I’m not using the flavoring packet that came with them and I’m also going to make sure they’re just a little bit under-done. They’ll finish in my broth and hopefully not get soggy). Put it a bowl and ladle your hot broth over top of it. Warm one of those ramen eggs (preferably briefly in your broth) then cut it in half and add to the bowl. I’m going to serve mine with a sheet of nori, some green onions diced and sprinkled on top, as well as some poppy seeds sprinkled on top.

Note that if the broth is too salty or spicy for you (do a taste test before you put the bok choy in), you can stir in 1 tsp of sugar to cut those flavors and taste again. Do this until it tastes how you like, just a tsp at a time, well-incorporated.

Also note that you can totally sub in things you like or specific types of like miso or chili sauce or whatever that you prefer. My miso of choice here was “mild and sweet.” Instead of miso you could use mirin or rice vinegar or even sake (about 1/4 cup), or one recipe called for 1 TBSP fish sauce and 2 TBSP oyster sauce instead. You could toss in carrots or other veggies. You could add a lime wedge or cilantro when you plate at the end instead of things like nori and poppy seeds. Switch from chicken broth to some other stock and this probably works just as well as a base for a beef or seafood ramen. Like it’s just versatile and easy to mess with. Tweak things and use what you have and what you know you like.

@sumguyhunglow

#food #ramen #I'm pretty happy with this broth currently #like it's better than I expected #maybe a bit salty #but for me that's fine #and that was before I added the bok choy so

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snelbz · 5 years

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“Has anyone ever told you that your face doesn’t match your personality? You seem so graceful and beautiful until you open your mouth.” Rowaelin OBVS

Another tag team by @tacmc and myself! A fabulous prompt from @highqueenofelfhame that started as one thing and ended up as smut. Oops. 🤷🏽‍♀️🙃😅

Aelin stared at the reflection of herself in the empty room full of mirrors. Her hair was pulled back into a harsh bun at the base of her head and the tight tank and shorts showed off every curve she had, unlike the other girls in her class, with their flat chests and lack of hips. The music began and she lost herself to the elaborate sound as she began to dance.

As soon as she began, she felt free. She always had, when she danced. It was her escape in every sense of the word. When she danced, it was just her and the music and the bliss that filled her very core.

She had fallen in love with dancing at a young age, always watching her mother’s company practice and perform. She joined the first chance she could get, immediately taking to it like it was the blood in her veins, and it had been her entire life since then.

One of the double doors slammed open, distracting Aelin from the pirouette she was in and she fell to the floor.

The guy that had strutted through the door froze. His green eyes grew wide as he pulled down the sweat drenched hood of his sweatshirt, revealing ruffled, damp silver hair. He pulled the earbuds out of his ears as he said, “Shit. Are you okay?”

Aelin snapped her head towards him, her breathing heavy. “Can you not read?”

The handsome stranger raised an eyebrow. “Very well actually.”

“Oh,” she said, climbing to her feet. “So you just aren’t observant of your surroundings?”

The stranger didn’t say anything as his eyes roved her body. She grabbed her hoodie off the bench nearby and pulled it on, zipping it as she made her way to the doors he was standing in front of.

She yanked open the door to reveal a handwritten sign proclaiming “Closed for Private Practice, Please DO NOT ENTER”.

The stranger clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. His calmness drove Aelin mad as they sized up one another, the words written on the door lingering between them.

Finally, he said, “Has anyone ever told you that your face doesn’t match your personality? You seem so graceful and beautiful until you open your mouth.”

Aelin was fuming. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an ass?”

“You surely wouldn’t be the first, but I’d rather you call me other things,” he said, a smirk on his lips.

“Ugh,” Aelin groaned and let the door fall from her grasp. She made her way over to the sound system in the corner and began unplugging her phone and charger.

“What are you doing?”

She turned her head to see the man still standing there, watching her, his head slightly tilted to the side.

“What does it look like?” She asked. “I’m leaving. The studio is yours.” She went to grab her bag, but turned as she passed him. She didn’t expect him to have taken a step towards her and she was nearly pressed up against his solid chest. Breathlessly, she ask “What were you even doing in here?”

It was a logical question. The large, open dance studio in the gym at the University of Orynth was the only thing occupying the 4th floor, save for a small locker room across the hall. It even overlooked the rest of the gym through a two-way mirror.

“I just came to take out the garbage,” he said, gesturing to the bin in the corner. “Took a part time job here.”

Aelin raised a golden brow as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The relaxed gesture almost frustrated her more.

“Well, take out the garbage then,” she said, a bite to her voice. “And, when you’re done with that, the mirrors could use cleaning.”

He smiled, not moving from his position. “Anything else?”

The question caught her off guard. She was expecting more snap, more bite. The sincerity in his voice, so different from his light posture, made her stop as she took a single step back. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was enjoying the little game they were playing.

She said, with just a little less sass, “The floors have become pretty dull. My pointe shoes keep getting caught. They could use a wax.”

“And?” He hadn’t taken a step back, no. He’d taken a step forward.

Aelin swallowed and looked up into his pine green eyes. She took her lip between her teeth and watched as his eyes tracked the gesture. “There are a few bulbs that need to be replaced.”

“Is that all?” His voice came out as a purr.

Aelin’s heart felt like it may come out of her chest, for an altogether different reason than dancing, and nodded her head.

“As you wish,” was all he said.

He didn’t move.

Nor did she.

“I’m Aelin,” she blurted, for lack of anything better to say.

“Rowan,” he said, quietly, in response.

They weren’t far apart, now. She could scent the mint coming off his breath, the warmth of it nearly felt against her forehead.

As if sensing her thoughts, he took another step toward her, his fingers brushing lightly against her own.

It was madness.

They didn’t even know each other.

Yet, Aelin felt a pull toward him, both within her chest and between her legs.

Abruptly, she asked, “What time is it?”

To Rowan’s credit, he didn’t step back or show much surprise to the sudden question. He just flicked his eyes to the clock behind her, above the wall of mirrors. “9:17. Why?”

“Because I have the studio booked for forty-three more minutes.” Rowan’s tongue peeked out, wetting his lip. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

His dark brows slightly furrowed as he asked, “What? No, I-.”

Another word didn’t leave his lips before Aelin’s own we’re crashing upon them. He was surprised for only a second, before a hand clutched the back of head and an arm snaked around her waist. He kissed her with as much fervor as she did him, and before she knew it, she felt her back pressed against the cold, reflective glass of the mirror.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue danced idly around her own. A soft grunt came out of him as she nipped at his bottom lip, and something inside of her was unleashed.

Calloused fingers slip down her arm, down her side, down her thigh, and she almost found herself begging for those fingers to be elsewhere.

She kissed a line down his chin and began to pepper kisses over the stubble of his jaw. She followed the strong column of his throat, stopping to bite his skin, sucking and licking the hurt away right after. He groaned lightly and she began to grind against him. His hands moved from her thighs to her ass, and he ground his fingers into the supple flesh as he pressed his hardening length against her core.

Aelin let out a soft gasp, not entirely caused by the surprise of the size of him. No, he was pressing against her most sensitive spot and if he kept it up, she was going to explode, taking every inch of him without a second thought.

But the handle on the door began to shake, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Rowan quickly set her down and her feet landed silently on the floor. The only sound in the room was the door futilely being pushed from the outside and their heavy breathing. After a moment, the shaking stopped and silence settled in the room. Aelin took one glance at Rowan, found him already staring and they were instantly upon each other again, this time immediately tearing at each other’s clothes.

Rowan’s hoodie had been thrown across the room and Aelin’s soon followed. He lifted her tank top off her body and she was able to get his shirt off before he pulled her bra down, her breast popping out and his mouth closing around a pert nipple.

She gasped and her hand slid into his silver hair.

His hand reached up, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. She whimpered as he brought his teeth down and tugged lightly.

The second his mouth left her breast, she dropped to her knees and began to work his pants down his legs. His cock sprang out, and though her mouth went dry and at the sight of him, arousal was pooling between her legs.

With a tentative lick to the tip, she gripped his substantial length at the base. One of his fists was balled up at his side, and when Aelin glanced up, she saw the fingers of his other hand were rubbing over his lips, a look of pure desire in his green eyes as he stared down at her on her knees.

Keeping her eyes on his, she lifted his cock and, from base to tip, gave him one long, flat lick up the underside, pausing to swirl her tongue around the head. Rowan’s chest was heaving as Aelin reached for the balled fist at his side and placed it on the back of her head.

Instantaneously, his fingers were knotted in her hair. He gripped it tightly and she looked up at him.

“Do you want me in your mouth, princess?” he asked, voice low with desire.

She nodded, rubbing the head of his cock against her lips, opening to take just the tip in and lightly suck.

The primal, guttural noise that left Rowan’s lips was almost enough to make Aelin come on the spot, but instead, she bobbed her head and took as much of him into her mouth as she could. When he bumped the back of her throat she moaned and his hand tightened in her hair. She moaned again.

“Do you like when I pull your hair, baby?”

She nodded.

“Answer me with my cock in your mouth.”

Aelin hummed her agreement and watched as Rowan’s eyes rolled back into his head. She had begun to move on him again when he said, “Do you want to touch yourself, Aelin?”

The sound of her name from his lips was excruciating enough, but she moaned again in confirmation.

She had no idea what was happening. This wasn’t her, and yet, she wanted it. She wanted him. This stranger, who she hadn’t known until minutes before. She wasn’t sure if she believed in love at first sight, but whatever the hell this was, she believed in it. She could only nod.

“Let me see.”

She shifted her shorts to the side, revealing red lace. The growl that left him at the sight had her plunging her fingers inside herself. The moan that ripped from her had him groaning and plunging his other hand into her hair and thrusting deeper into her mouth, into her throat.

Gods, she was wet. She was so unbelievably wet and so, so turned on.

The throbbing, the ache, between her legs had her nearly paralyzed. She wanted to lie back on the wooden floorboards and let him roam her body until she was nothing but a whirlwind of bliss and pleasure.

With her other hand, Aelin reached up and gripped him at the base. She worked her mouth in time with her hand and before she knew it, Rowan on his knees with her, his mouth crashing against her own. He laid her back against the floor and kissed down her body, stopping when he reached the top of her shorts. Green eyes gazing through lashes, he looked up at her as he kissed just below her stomach and began to pull her shorts and underwear off. He pressed kisses to her hip bones and then so close to where she needed him at the apex of her legs, before moving to her thighs where he began to bite and suck. Aelin squirmed, one hand latching into his hair as she tried to maneuver his lips where she craved him. With a breathy chuckle against her sex, he pressed a kiss to her and opened her folds with one long lick.

The sound that came from Aelin was not human. Her eyes fluttered shut, and right as she was on the edge of climaxing, his tongue trailed slowly, slowly up her body.

Rowan pressed a kiss to Aelin’s brow and breathed, “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

She only shook her head. “I don’t want this. I need this.”

It was true. Though her break up with Chaol had been mutual, it had still been painful. It had been over two years and he had moved on and was married with a baby on the way, and though Aelin was happy for him, she hadn’t been with anyone else, hadn’t wanted to. Until an unfamiliar set of green eyes roved over her body and ignited something that had been long slumbering.

With bright eyes, Rowan pushed himself into her. The primal man that was just standing in front of her was gone and replaced by a gentle, but strong, lover. His eyes stayed connected with hers and his hips thrust into her own. Aelin didn’t waiver, didn’t take her eyes away. He reached up his hand and brushed away a strand of golden hair.

“Aelin,” he breathed, and it wasn’t her name but a prayer, a blessing, an urgent, wild plea. His elbows rested on both sides of her head as he pressed his lips against hers, his hips snapping into her own. Her own hands roamed down his back, following the tattoo that flowed down his side and torso. He hitched her leg around his hip and with his next thrust, he hit the spot Aelin had begun to believe was a myth and a legend.

With a cry, Aelin threw her head back and began to writhe beneath him. She was so close. He’d brought her so close to the edge and stopped so many times, that she thought she may actually combust if he did it again. With a whimper, she said, “Rowan, please.”

His name leaving her lips was an unleashing.

He picked her up and pressed her back against the mirror as his hips slammed into unrelenting pace. His lips dragged down her throat, his teeth scraping as they went.

Her voice was hoarse as she whispered his name, her body shaking as her long nails clawed into the tanned skin of his back.

She clung to him as her body fell into utter euphoria.

She was still spiraling into utter bliss when she noticed his thrusts becoming much more demanding, picking up pace and the quiet groans that left his lips as he said, “No condom.”

Her face was buried in his neck as she said, “I’m on the pill.”

And that was that.

Rowan pressed her hips against the mirror as he fucked her harder than he had yet. One hand snaked up and wrapped around her throat as he squeezed lightly. Aelin’s head was thrown back as she fell over the edge one last time, Rowan following right after, as he spilled himself inside of her.

They stared at each other for a long while, while their breathing went from heavy and ragged to soft and shaky.

Aelin smiled, laughing softly up at him. Not because what they had just done was humorous, but because what they had just done was pure insanity.

She didn’t know him.

But she sure as hell wanted to.

He is pressed a soft kiss to her lips and began to pull out, but Aelin tightened her legs around his waist. “What, uhm, what time are you off work?”

He blushed and rubbed a hand down the back of his neck. “I don’t actually work for the gym. I was actually coming up here to do stretches, but I didn’t see your sign.” Aelin threw her head back and laughed. “So,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “I guess I’m free now, if you’re asking.”

She grinned. “I am asking.”

A light sparked in his eyes as if saying that he wanted to stay right where they were, but he nodded, his smile making her blush from the beauty of it. “Good.”

#university au #throne of ashes and beauty #tacmc #throne of ashes and beauty x tacmc collab #rowawlin #tog #highqueenofelfhame #the emilee tag #Rowaelin smut

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talix18 · 5 years

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November 3

Today begins with the time change back to EST, a Fleetwood Mac concert two hours away in Philly, and a head cold. I went to bed at ?? o'clock, woke up at 5:something AM, ate some leftover Halloween sugar, and put myself back to sleep. It's now 10:30 and I've finally made my way out of bed. My intentions are to pace myself and nap so that I'm still awake for the drive home from Philly, but this day's start is not encouraging. I've eaten some pizza for breakfast, so I'm thinking of taking some Excedrin or cold medicine, which will add yet another variable to this consciousness management equation.

I'm saying it's a head cold, but really it's just congestion and a headache. I'll see what's in the medicine cabinet when the cat gets off my lap.

Yes, I've become that sad middle-aged lady in the office with no husband, no kids, and two cats. I know that there are pros and cons in all of these choices, and I know just about the same number of people who are happy with their families as people who are either struggling as single parents with young kids or in unhappy relationships and really, there are no guarantees anywhere. The goal, as Sinead O'Connor put it back in the 80s, is to not want what I haven't got. But that has never been my MO.

Almost every decision I've ever made (or failed to make) has been about giving myself the maximum possible outs. I've never been good at commitment – I've always wanted room to move and now that I have it, I have absolutely no idea what to do with it. I've got all the freedom and independence to make grand gestures and absolutely no idea what to do next.

There's this saying in my specific 12-Step program that says something like “working this thing will give you a life beyond your wildest dreams” and I have a lot of issues with that. (Of course, because I am a philosophizer and an addict, justifying and rationalizing all the livelong day.) My wildest dreams include being in a loving relationship and being Stevie Nicks, so clearly I'm falling short.

So I think, well, maybe that “life beyond your wildest dreams” stuff means living like a productive member of society instead of sleeping in abandominiums. Having a job and a bank account and paying bills. Maybe my bottom wasn't low enough to make the life I have now seem remarkable. I've seen how using addicts live – when every decision is literally about getting and using and finding ways and means to get more. I got clean at 27 and I had very little to lose because I didn't have anything of my own. I was just about to start making some incredibly bad decisions when I got a DWI and a year's suspended jail sentence and was scared straight. I was still living at Mom's and going to grad school.

Maybe my dreams are too outrageous. I have a friend who celebrated 25 years recently and realized that she is living her best life. She has a job that she worked hard for and cares about, is married to a man who adores her, has two rescued dogs, and has a good relationship with her grown daughter. Why are my dreams on such a different scale? I have no ability to want things in any correct proportion. I can't play a damn instrument and haven't sung with anyone in public since I got clean – maybe touring with Fleetwood Mac is aiming a little high. How about I start with taking guitar lessons that don't cause me sleep-disrupting pain? That seems like a reasonable place to start.

Then there are my world travel dreams, many of which I've been lucky enough to live out. I went to India, for gods' sake. Not that long ago. That was amazing and surreal. And one of those things that really is a gift from the Universe, like my job and my house. I got the job I have because my father took my resume in to work and back then, the government had an Outstanding Scholar Program. Because I had excellent grades (despite having graduated from college ten+ years earlier), I was hired at one grade and automatically promoted several more within my first three years, where I've leveled off and received modest within-grade step increases at regular intervals since. I make more money than I ever though I would working a nine-to-five job; enough to put some away for retirement and still have enough to have a life now (like seeing Fleetwood Mac twice in one year or international travel). That alone puts me at a higher standard of living than most of the damn world.

My house also sort of fell in my lap. I had just moved back to Mom's after moving out of a friend's house – she had recently gotten engaged and he had moved in. They got a new puppy, so I took the cat and moved back into the basement. One of my friends' mom's is a real estate agent and told her to see if I was thinking about buying. I wasn't, but I was in my 30s and my cat did not get along with my mom's cats, so it was time to consider a living situation. I had been gifted stock in a utility by my mother's second husband's parents when I was a kid; that money was more than enough for a down payment on this tiny house next to the state park. I was about to get one of those automatic grade increases at work and could afford the mortgage and utilities: voila! Home ownership. Only some of the factors that came together to make that happen were within my control. I've seen people stuck in relationships because they can't afford to support themselves. I've seen people move from spare room to spare room because they can't afford a place on their own. I always wanted a place to live where I'd have enough room for all my stuff and no one could kick me out. (Except the bank, obvs.) I have that and have had it for damn near 15 years.

Maybe my life has been so good for so long that I don't even notice it anymore. There are very few things I have to if I don't want to do them. Just that is a huge freedom.

India happened because I had recently gotten back in touch with a women I'd met when she did PT on my first bad shoulder. She was also a yoga teacher and I'd taken some classes with her, but our schedules stopped syncing and we hadn't seen each other in a while. I responded to one of her emails offering a new class and about a week later, she asked if I wanted to join her for an evening of kirtan. I said sure, and on our way to Annapolis, as we caught each other up on our lives, she mentioned that she might be going to India with the founder of the yoga tradition she practices. “I want to go to India!” I said before even realizing it was true, and she said “Come with us!”

Now I am not a person of spontaneity. I'm not a compulsive researcher, either, but finding out in October about a possible trip to India in January is not way out of my comfort zone. For one thing, I'm a terrible flier. I'm not sure if it's the stress of airport security or being trapped in a steel tube in the sky with strangers, but anytime air travel is involved, my anxiety levels start off near the top of the chart. And this meant flying halfway around the world to a completely foreign country, although with a group that would handle all of the hotel and travel arrangements. It was the best opportunity to go somewhere I'd probably never go on my own.

And to my surprise, my reaction wasn't “I can't do that!” It was “What would stop me from being able to do that?” I had just enough vacation saved, just enough money saved, and a mom willing to take care of my cats while I was gone. I applied for a visa and got the recommended vaccinations and found myself in Mumbai in January of '18. That was a dream I didn't even know I had until it happened.

And it was almost everything I wanted it to be. My own personal eat, meditate, and have sex for the first time in two years. All that was missing was meeting an elephant. (I'll make sure the pictures of me on a camel and of a monkey on me are included at some point.) It wasn't included on our tour (which took us from Vrindivan to Rishikesh), but we added a few days on to the end and went to the Taj Mahal. I still can't believe that happened and I have pictures to prove it did. I know there are many tourist attractions that don't live up to the hype, but trust me when I tell you that the Taj Mahal is worth going out of your way for. Our first views of it were from a distance and looked exactly life every picture you've ever seen, but as I walked toward it and the perspective changed as we got closer...it was overwhelming. The white marble of the building is inlaid with stone of every color and...the artistry is literally breath-taking. We went to a workshop where, according to our travel guide, the descendants of the craftspeople who built the mausoleum still worked creating marble pieces today, several of which made their way home with me. Those Indian people see us white folk coming and I was happy to leave several hundred of my American dollars behind with them.

And that is just sliding onto the edge of today's word count. I wonder how long it will be before I see this taking any kind of shape. I know the whole point of this exercise is just to get the words out, but I'm not sure how long I can do this without repeating myself. Would I be easier if I made something up? You'd think I could wring 10K words out of each decade I've been alive, but even I know that most of them just aren't that interesting.

#f**k fifty #nanowrimo

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utopianparadoxist · 6 years

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Dialectic Identity? Thoughts on Fozzer, the Page of Heart:

OK this is gonna be shorter than Marvus obvs but Fozzer DID give me a good amount to think about, so here goes

Fozzer outright identifying as a dialectical materialist is exciting for a couple reasons. There’s a lot one could say about dialectics and Paradox Space in general (I’ve been trying to write that script for about a year) but here I want to focus on the Materialist half of that, because it immediately reminded me a lot of @arrghus’ idea of the notional/material divide between aspects.

Ever since the Extended Zodiac, we’ve been wondering if the way the Aspect wheel is laid out might suggest some relationships between Aspects, either original to Homestuck, mirroring the relationships the Signs share in the traditional Zodiac wheel, or some combination of both.

Arrghus’ essay series proposes a model for how those relationships might work, at least in part. I’d suggest checking it out for the full picture, but here I want to focus on the divide I find clearest and most compelling: That between the Ideal/Notional Aspects and the Material/Physical ones.

The gist is this: The top five Aspects (Mind, Hope, Breath, Life, and Light) are more closely aligned with the World of Ideas, and so those bound to them tend to be more concerned with the ideal, abstract, and imaginary. The bottom five (Void, Doom, Blood, Rage, and Heart) are more closely tied to the material, physical, and real.

If you’ve seen my prior writing on Homestuck, you might note that this dovetails easily with Gnosticism’s old cosmology of reality as divided between an imaginary world of Light and a physical world of Darkness. That said, this isn’t a hard binary--Blood obviously refers to some concepts as well as physical experience, and Breath obviously links to some things that happen in physicality, even if those elements are by definition elusive and insubstantial.

Space and Time are an even split, as much conceptual law to be deciphered as they are physical element of reality to be experienced. It could well be that this reflects most strongly in the perspectives those Bound to each Aspect are given to, as opposed to an underlying reality of the Aspects themselves, and in any case all twelve Aspects are necessary to describe a full picture of reality.

One of the most exciting possibilities this model raises for me is the idea of Aspect “Mirroring”, which is essentially a different kind of relationship Aspects can have. Aspects that are Mirror each other vertically, for example, might express the same ideas through the filter of the Ideal vs. the Material--reflecting the hermetic/magical principle of “As above, so below”.

Heart and Light are a pretty good way to express the relationship between vertically mirrored Aspects, as it turns out. Consider:

In Gnosticism, “Light” refers to directly to Information/Ideas, as the world of Light is the world of the imaginary. This is where “Platonic Ideals” live--the perfect imaginary version of any object, from which all physical manifestations of that object are derived.

Humanity gains the ability to access this world, the self-aware conciousness necessary to think, when the Goddess of Wisdom Sophia descends from that realm and imbues us with her Light--the light of curiosity, of wisdom, of the power to know. The light of the soul.

In this way, we can think of the Soul--the Heart--of living beings as their inner Light, expressed throughout their lives in the realm of physicality. And we can think of Light/Ideas as abstract concepts, that can only enter reality proper through the doorways created by the self-expression of individuals, as enabled by their soul.

There are a lot of ideas and concepts that Dirk’s soul seems consistently inclined to express onto reality. The shades, the concept of “being a Bro”, the idea of the Hard Anime Dude, Stoicism, the pervasive homoeroticism innate to the Greek ideals he’s generally shaped by, etc.

The clearest example of this might be his sword, which is itself a physical object seemingly ripped directly out of the “fake” (read: imaginary) world of anime. An idea, made physical, through the sheer expression of will manifested by Dirk’s soul.

This is what makes his katana so powerful:

It’s quite near to being a physical expression of our collective idea of the “Perfect Sword”, much like Bro sets an impossible ideal of “Perfect Manhood” that Dave wrestles with living up to. This might give you an idea of some of the more direct ways Heart’s conceptual toolbox could be exploited or weaponized.

The point here is that just expressing the idea of a “Bro” is extremely important to Dirk, and expressing the idea of “Cats” is similarly important to Nepeta and Meulin.

In the same way, Fozzer seems like an acutely intense expression of a political Persona. A philosophical idea, expressed in the physical world as an intense commitment to an associated identity. His shovel is an expression of that identity, much the same way Dirk’s katana or Nepeta’s claws are expressions of theirs.

But then again, Fozzer’s identity ain’t exactly stable, is it?

Before we talk about The Thing That Happens, we should note that as much as Fozzer seems to genuinely believe in his communist philosophy, he mostly seems interested in it as a means for self-expression, rather than an actual political movement with direct goals and results he’s looking to achieve.

And even though he’s very intense and earnest about it, Fozzer seems inclined to exploit his own identity in somewhat self-serving ways. Unintentionally or no, he more or less uses his ideological speechifying to conscript the Reader into doing work for him, therefore inviting the reader to Serve him through Heart, for Fozzer’s own benefit.

This, coupled with his strongly noted cowardice, leads me to consider him a Page. But my real point here is that even if a lot of us here on Tumblr find Fozzer’s ideology appealing, Fozzer seems less invested in ideology proper than with the identity it comes with--and even here, Fozzer isn’t exactly being portrayed as unambiguously Good and Correct.

Even if he’s preferable to the alternative. Sigh.

Let’s talk about the thing.

[WORLDBUILDING INTERMISSION]

So the biggest surprise of this friendsim was that we stumbled onto what’s basically a swell of Scratch energy just...hanging out under Absence Park, apparently?

Which is. A lot. This energy resets our conversation with Fozzer and changes his personality, which we’ll get into in a minute, but first I want to speculate: How the hell does this thing exist at all, and what does it even mean? There’s a couple of possibilities.

Since this is essentially Time-coded Scratch energy we’re dealing with, @blindrapture pointed out that it could have something to do with the Handmaid, which I’d expand to include Lord English--and though I doubt it’s directly linked to Scratch himself, since he’s not too associated with Time the way the former two are, he may be aware of or able to use this...”glitch” in reality.

It’s also possible this is a natural consequence of a Scratch, and pockets of leftover Scratch energy like these are present in some locations of Post-Scratch worlds. For that matter, it could be a consequence of John’s retcon powers, which act like the scratch in some ways and might have had consequences we don’t yet fully understand.

Finally, given the language, I suspect that the hole in Absence Park is actually just a hole into the Void, leading to the Furthest Ring, much like Roxy’s windows. This Scratch energy seems to have entered the Furthest Ring, and is presumably writhing there until circumstances allow it to vent out through this particular entrance to reality.

What are the implications? Who knows. If this is a hole into the Void, then this is another avenue through which Hiveswap’s cast might be able to exit Alternia and find a new world.

If the Scratch outbursts are recurring enough, then we have at least one way for our heroes to “Time Travel” and basically save scum to try and achieve optimal desires results, like saving a troll friend who gets killed by going back in time for example.

That’s probably the biggest takeaway to me, because having a way to time travel built into Hiveswap’s text already makes me that much more sure that no matter what kind of carnage and brutality our beloved troll friends get subjected to, we’re ultimately headed towards a happy ending where probably nobody dies-- I can reasonably see the possibility that even antagonistic figures like Ardata and even Trizza could be saved, under these circumstances.

Ok back to Fozzer.

So the thing about “Post-Scratch” Fozzer is that I feel he’s being dismissed somewhat due to his admittedly unsavory politics. This still strikes me as a very genuine and direct expression of Fozzer’s Classpect inclinations.

Fozzer is still taking a very materialist view of reality here, for example--he’s interested in the actual physical history of how this system evolved, and considers understanding that history necessary to understanding society.

And however he disagrees with you, his instinctual response is the same. He storms off after verbally thrashing the Reader, but its interesting that he does it the same way both times: By imposing identities onto the Reader. Hilariously, Fozzer is unwittingly owning alternate versions of himself, too, and unwittingly inviting self-owns is basically the core of the Knight/Page aesthetic.

So really, Fozzer’s core personality is much the same--what’s taken place is a binary flip in the persona he relates to the world with. In one reality, he conveys the ideas of the hopeful revolutionary underclass.

In the other, he projects the identity of a happy and willing member for the Empire’s war-machine--the joyful slave, the pain of his own exploitation cushioned by a strong sense of societal purpose and identity. Note how the shovel easily parses as a strong symbol of this identity, too--a triumphant tool with which to serve the empire, rather than an ironic symbol of oppression.

I don’t think we should be hasty in assuming one Fozzer is more real than the other, even if we’re inclined to like one of them more. Especially since Fozzer works in Absence Park and seems familiar with these lights, meaning these scratch shifts might have been happening to him for a while.

The two Fozzers give us a fascinating window into the nuances of Heart, and indeed we’ve been told this sort of splintering of self can be common to the Heartbound by Calliope. Their opposing ideologies present us with a self-contained dialectic, in fact.

A dialectic at its core is a search for truth carried out by contrasting and comparing two diametrically opposed ideas, which in Hegel’s dialetic at least are defined as the Thesis and Anti-Thesis, respectively.

In Hegel’s understanding of the term, we can only truly understand an individual idea (say: Fozzer) by examining the tensions and similarities between these two opposed perspectives.

And these tensions are usually resolved not by one winning out over the other, but by achieving a Synthesis that combines he best traits of both.

Maybe because of that, I find the fact that we can only “win” by embracing the “Happy Slave” Fozzer unnerving. It’s hard to say how Fozzer’s path will evolve going forward, but given how central the idea of conflicting opposites is to his expression of his Classpect, I highly doubt we’ve seen the last of “Comrade” Fozzer.

So, I guess we’ll just have to see how it goes?

[Closing disclaimer: I’m not entirely sure how different Marxism’s Dialectic Materialist approach is from Hegel’s Dialectics. For instance, I’m unsure if it also uses the “Thesis”, “Anti-Thesis”, “Synthesis” model Hegel describes, or if I’m accidentally mixing the two.

@gamblignant8 on the Perfectly Generic Podcast described Dialectic Materialism as being Hegel’s Dialectic applied with a focus on physical reality, mixed with an analysis of humanity’s historical evolution on the physical plain.

Cursory Wikipedia research seems to bear this out, with Marx even describing Dialectic Materialism as simply the opposite of Hegel’s more philosophical and idealistic take on the idea, which Marx regarded as full of “Mysticism”. As a Hopebound more comfortable with the ideal than the material myself, I suppose its no surprise I find Hegel’s dialectics more immediately approachable and comfortable, for now.

What I’m saying here is, take everything I’ve written about dialectic materialism here with a grain of salt: I’m trying to do my homework and make sure I have the facts straight, but it turns out philosophy can get hard to sum up, especially when you’re trying to reconcile it with a fantasy metaphysics system. Feel free to clarify if I’ve messed details up. ]

#Homestuck #fozzer velyes #fozzer #Hiveswap #Hiveswap Friendsim #My MSPA Analysis #Gnosticism #Heart #Light #Persona #Dialectics #Dialectic Materialism

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xo-dailypier-blog · 5 years

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Hey People!

It’s been such a long time since I’ve posted anything. But can you guys blame me? It’s been such a snore fest in Santa Monica, I almost just left you guys to you own devices to let you find out all the dirt by yourselves. But we couldn’t have that, can we?

Anyways, while I don’t have a complete recap of the things going on (not that theirs anything interesting), you guys have sent me your BURNING CHLAMYDIA-LIKE questions that have piqued by interests.

I would say things in this town are getting set in motion, but only time will tell…

But before we get into the questions, two things:

1.) Everyone take a moment to say Happy Mother’s Day to QUEEN Phobe! Hopefully she’s been picking up her child from daycare. Am I right, guys?

Hopefully you guys said HMD to your Mo -- Oh, Yikes ... um Moving on...

2.) Congratulations are in order! You guys voted and our Hottie of the Moment has been chosen…

It’s none other than: Jason “Daddy” Sorrentino! With his ripped bod, and killer smile, Daddy Sorrentino has captured the hearts of Santa Monica one day at a time. I didn’t vote for him (I was torn between him and Daddy Lancaster, so I sat this one out), but it’s really no surprise. I mean, have you seen him? Ugh, soy hott.

When asked about his Award Winning Hotness, Daddy had this to say:

“Everyone wanted to know what I’d do if I didn’t win, guess we’ll never know” (Jason Sorrentino, 2019).

... We love original quotes ..... Anyways! Let’s A some Q’s, yeah?

Q: singordie94 asked...

What is the Lipton on Myles Bennett and Julian Stark? The people are talking about seeing them at a bar eye fucking each other? What’s going on, DP?

A: Hey singordie94,

Sighhh, Shark Boy and Lava Top. Ok, so as we know, Myles gets pegged. Very progressive, love that for him. Now, the RUMOR (keyword) is that he ditched the strap and tried out the real thing with one Julian Stark. This, allegedly, happened a few months back according to sources close to the subject(s). Sadly, I honestly don’t believe this, this just sounds like fan fiction. Myles has a loving girl friend back home in Texas. It is PREPOSTEROUS to think our little sea critter would be a LIAR. I mean, could you guys really imagine OUR Myles letting Julian go snorkeling in HIS (chocolate) sea? HANG TEN in his boygina? Go KOWABUNGA in that ass??? (Let’s be honest, if this actually happened, there is no way anyone would actually believe that Myles was on top, we’ve seen him in his sea-diving-catsuit-thing, and … momma’s thicc with it). Anyways, I guess I’ll keep an eye on them just in case. But Myles just isn’t the type to cheat/leave his southern belle crying into the butter she has to churn for supper in the middle of her Amish village. (I’m assuming everyone in Texas is Amish. Look, I don’t know what the fuck goes on there, and honestly? I don’t care). Bottom line (tehehehe) is that Myles has his true love, the deep blue sea, and CHRIST as his main priorities, nothing more. Thanks for the question, singordie94, I’ll keep an eye out for ZESTY activity, but don’t hold your breath (like Myles did when he deep throated Julian, ALLEGEDLY).

Q: AshersBabyMomma asked...

Can we get an Aldridge update?

A: Well, AshersBabyMomma (cute name btw),

Keeping up with the Aldridge’s has been pretty dull this season.

Alex is, naturally, chasing after Award Winning Hottie, Jason. Their tumultuous relationship is one I’ll have to keep an eye on. You would think they were together by the way they interact, one minute their woohoo-ing in the back of an Uber and the next they need space? Maybe they should just call it quits? And apparently Alex was seen getting cozy with Logan Lancaster. I’m told that there was some serious flirting going on???? I heard that Jason totally came up in conversation too, and Logan called him like, a pussy, or something? (Fighting Words!!!) Whatever he said the two laughed about it, as they continued vibing. And to be honest? I kind of ship it. I mean I am obviously the president of the SorrentinHOEs, but ya girl Alex needs some stability. And hello??? Logan is as stable as they come! Daddy Sorrentino might be perfect at everything else, but maybe he should sit on the bench when it comes to Alex, Logan is scoring too high for him to keep up. #LoLex

Crackhead Asher is one that keeps getting written in about, though. A little bird told me, well, several little birds have told me that they’ve seen a guy (with a striking resemblance to our fav) out with several different guys since he’s been here in Santa Monica. I feel like Asher is a little fruity but is this something he would keep from his family? His twin? I feel like they would care less about this and more about his trips to San Diego to buy METH. The Quality Kind. Hmm, I suppose I’ll have to set up cameras inside his house, too, just to see if this story checks out. I’ll keep you posted.

The only Aldridge that matters is the MATRIARCH herself, Alegenda Aldridge. When she PUMPED IT into Santa Monica in kitten heels (because only SLUTS wear stilettos) I knew that she would be the saving grace of this DEMONIC town. We Stan Alegenda in this household, which is why If you use code SharkTop with your next purchase at Blush Boutique — The Anti-Fashionova, you’ll get 10% off, courtesy of The Daily Pier. Go on and immerse yourselves in the most sanctified of garmets, those floor length khaki skirts aren’t gonna wear themselves! Let’s hope that Alegenda does not fall into the EVIL clutches that have her siblings, and let’s hope that she can, instead, EXERCISE the DEMONS on her siblings KNEECAPS.

But honestly, who am I kidding. I enjoy her efforts, but in this town? She’ll probably be smoking the same crack rock as Asher by the end of the month. Tragic. I’ll keep you posted, AshersBabyMomma.

Q: dddonewiththebullshit asked...

I KNOW THAT JAMIE FUCKING CARTER READS THIS FUCKING BLOG AND I JUST WANT HIM TO FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVE HAD IT UP TO MOTHER FUCKING HERE WITH HIS GOD DAMNED NOISE. HE IS THE MOST INCONSIDERATE NEIGHBOR EVER!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIM CONSTANTLY WAKING UP MY PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE HES CONSTANTLY BRINGING THE ENTIRETY OF SANTA MONICA BACK TO HIS PLACE TO BANG THE FUCK OUT OF THEM LOUD ENOUGH FOR THE ENITRE BLOCK TO HEAR, AND NOW I HAVE TO HEAR HIM FIGHTING WITH SOME TWINK!!!!!!!!!! ABOUT SOME FUCKING!!!!! PAINT!!!!!!! BRUSHES!!!!!!! HE DOESNT DESERVE RIGHTS, AND I WANT HIM DEAD. #ELECTRICCHAIR

A: I…. Hello?

This is the only negative thing I’ve gotten about Jamie since I’ve started following him. If hoards of you thirst buckets aren’t writing in about want to “operate his ride” then you’re saying how he looks like a math teacher and you’d like to show him an acute angle (with your legs). Wait, is that last part just me? Yikes, this is awkward. Anyways, it’s true. Jamie and Mackenzie Westwood (the twink in question) dated for like 5 months, and when Mac ended things (because Jamie couldn’t commit) he packed his things and left. Apparently he forgot his paint brushes after his departure so he tried to BREAK INTO Jamie’s house and take them. And I guess they got into a fight. Based on the voice memos I got, it got pretty intense. Some people wrote in asking if Jamie got shot.

Yeah he got shot … with love. The repressed feeling jumped out! This whole fight was laced with PASSION and I was waiting for them to rip each other’s clothes off and wake up your puppy (again). They TOTES still love each other. I mean hello??? Amazon Prime is right there and you choose to commit grand theft PAINTBRUSH on a random night, Mackenzie???? Give me a BREAK!

I just hope that this doesn’t interfere with his work, and like, distract him while he’s operating a ride. Wouldn’t want him to ALSO cause a major accident which could kill people. #shade

I guess the final question I got a lot is what couple(s) I ship. And off the top of my head, my top 5 are ... Hmmm, I’ll have to say:

Well obvs, #LoLex

June Armstrong and an Exterminator. The Doll has roaches, and it’s fucking GROSS!!! Someone said she’s become acquainted with them and knows them by name. What a CREEP. Get an exterminator girl, know him by name. And while we’re on the topic of June, The Doll. I see right through her “innocent act”, I heard she hid a razor blade in her mouth in High School, and when she got into a fight one time, she SLICED her opponent. People who went to school with June contact me, and give me the scoop on this.

OLIVA AND DIANA ARE THE LESBIAN POWER COUPLE WE NEED!! I DONT NEED TO ELABORATE ON THIS, MAKE IT HAPPEN LADIES.

(and 5, I guess) And I am torn between Wes/Diana and Wes/Iris. You see, Diana and Wes have history and just thinking about them and all that they’ve been through, the fact that they can find solace through each other’s arms just …. sorry I need a moment.

But Wes and Iris, it’s just … ugh … the flavors. Both of their pasts have been pretty hard, and I would love to see Iris in a happy relationship. Especially after that Sebastian guy (don’t ask).

So these are MY to watch list, lets hope something becomes of it!

And with that, that concludes my comeback post, I guess. Hope you didn’t fall asleep reading this. And if you managed to to not be mentioned in this post, don’t you worry, this is only just the beginning.

xo, DP

#dp recap #drug mention tw

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the-insomniac-cat · 5 years

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(my photo edit- this is the cover I gave this story on Wattpad- ’Gold Gerbera’ is my a/c name there)

Shamelessly re-blogging my 2018 post-Infinity War + post AV4 fic of Loki and Thor meeting up- because lots of us still hurt. (obvs. no Endgame spoilers!)

I wrote it in June 2018, and I just assumed that Thanos would be defeated in AV4 somehow.

Hope you enjoy it.

Hell, hope you read it :)

“I’m There”

Thor is honouring Loki, commemorating his death, praying as he did for Odin in Ragnarok. Loki finds him there, takes him for a walk and they talk about Ragnarok, and Infinity War, their past and what happens to Loki next.

Word Count- 2100+

It had been nine days since the fall of Thanos. The Avengers had said their goodbyes to the others who'd fought, and then retired to Stark Tower.

They had not had time to pause during the war, to reflect or process all the horror around them, or digest the difficult decisions that had had to be made. Their time together like this, afterwards, was essential and, though they tried to keep it feeling casual they all knew that sometimes, meetings could be more jovial than was really warranted. No matter. Debriefs, official and otherwise, had been done. Time together, drinks and reminiscing over the past. Eventually it could be delayed no longer- the days to split up and go their separate ways arrived. And, as those who still had homes went back to them, Thor sat on a cliff alone. In Norway.

He sat, quite relieved to be on his own at last, on a clifftop overlooking the sea. It was late evening. He had spent the last hour clearing a space and building an small pile of stones. It had a large stone at the bottom, and rose by smaller and smaller stones, till a pebble and barely a ball of grit sat on the top. He had placed blades of flowering grass around it, and arranged shells into the shape of two horns. When he was ready, he knelt down. Once comfortable, he prayed;

"Loki, I bid you take your place in the halls of Valhalla Where thine enemies have been vanquished Where the brave shall live Forever Nor....."

...another voice joined in from behind him, "Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death."

Thor knew, though didn't believe, who this was. It wasn't the first time that he had been interrupted whilst praying this way. He turned, slowly...

Loki stood there, looking down at him, his eyes smiling, green and clear.

"Hello brother," Loki smiled.

Thor stared. He knew that this must not be true. He watched. It could only have taken a few moments but as he looked over his brother, soaking in every detail, it seemed much longer.

"Loki..." he said, barely above a whisper.

Loki stood in a familiar, simple black suit. His arms hung at his sides, his palms slowly turning towards Thor.

"Walk with me, brother," he said.

Thor lifted himself off the ground and, hesitating, not taking his eyes off him, he walked towards Loki. Loki grinned and nodded, and the two of them turned to walk along the cliff, Loki with his long hands in his pockets.

His heart racing, Thor tried to act normally, and tried to pretend that he could take all this in his stride. So he sniffed loudly, coughed, ostensibly wiping his mouth across his wrist. Loki just looked ahead and smiled, full knowing what Thor was doing.

For a while, the only sound was from waves sweeping the beach below.

"Why did you come here?" Loki asked, at last.

"This is where our fath.... where Odin left us. And.. and he said to remember this place."

Loki looked down and swallowed, noticing how Thor had thought it might hurt him to call Odin his father. Very thoughtful of him, very discerning, he thought. But nothing could upset him now, and the usual jolt in the heart that such a thing would have caused before, didn't come.

"I was... I was thinking of you. I've missed you, Loki," Thor slowed down his pace, letting Loki walk ahead a little, "I am missing you." FInally, tears.

"I know." Loki smiled smiled back at him, tilting his head, "It's been hard for you. I have watched, you know."

Loki's grin: a smile, a chuckle. ‘Here he is!’ thought Thor, ‘Here's my brother! Making light of matters of sentiment!’

"Eh eh. Come on! I haven't finished with you yet." Loki signalled to Thor over his shoulder, "Come along."

The two strolled on, till they came to the rock where they'd sat with Odin before his spirit had ascended. Not speaking of what it was, they looked first at it and then each other, eyes meeting, and Thor realised where they were and smiled back at Loki. They took their seats and watched the kittiwakes as they swooped across the water, farther out to sea.

"Here was the beginning of the end," Thor looked thoughtfully at the empty space between them, where Odin had once sat. "Hela, Ragnarok, the war. We threw Asgard away. Lost so many. SO much blood, brother. So much blood shed through ALL our lives.”

Loki sat quietly, soberly following Thor’s every word. His brother was fidgetting, getting flustered. He continued, “How are you....how are you able to even be here? -Everyone thought you would go to Helheim.”

Loki raised his eyebrows at this.

“I just mean. Ugh! What with all your twists and turns! Huh!" Thor turned to Loki, "I guess there is forgiveness after all."

"No, brother, there isn't,"

"Wh...what? You mean... what?" Thor began to panic. Had Loki come to say goodbye, before sinking to the land of the dishonourable dead? He gulped, tried to catch a breath, "NO! No that can't be. By the Gods! Not that place. There must be forgiveness, Loki. You can't go there. You can't be lost.."

"It's ALL. RIGHT." Loki held his hand a little above Thor's arm, then gently, "it's all... right.. I've not been judged unworthy. There is no forgiveness, but there is redemption. I've come here to say goodbye, dear brother, but also to thank you."

Thor's eyes were screwed up against tears and confusion, "Thank me? But.. wha ? What for? I only ever belittled you. I was unfair so often, Loki..."

"You gave me a chance when I needed it most. It's because of you, your actions, your decisions, that I am with our mother and father now.”

It was not lost on Thor's ears that Loki had acknowledged their parents. Loki continued:

"I was jealous at times, and my rage pushed you all away. But I always loved you. And when you said that Asgard was the people, I knew that you truly were their king at last. And I knew what I had to do for you. I knew then that I would die, if necessary, to save them. It was you, brother it was always you. I had to do what I could to get you all out of Asgard alive. "

"SO I WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR DYING?"

"NO!" Loki ached to reassure him, "No," he repeated, gently, smiling, "No, I made the decision. It came to me that if I bundled up all the power that I'd used badly in the past, then I could do it. I reached down into myself and pulled together all my power and knew that I could use it again, this time for a good thing. And it worked. It did hurt, but it worked. That's how I survived the vaults. That's how I got out after bringing Surtur's head to the Everlasting Flame. -I got out because I needed to. I willed it. I wasn't afraid."

"And the Tesseract? What of that? That led Thanos to us!"

"No. I took the Tesseract because I knew its power. I knew it could be a powerful weapon AGAINST Thanos:- he was already on his way. Heimdall had seen him. He spoke to me of it, on Bifrost, as we herded the people towards the ship. I hadn't known the size of HIS ship though. I hadn't known what was on board it, either. I thought he might come to us somewhere on land. I never thought he would attack us there. I didn't know Heimdall had seen him there."

Thor was looking down at his feet, mulling over Loki’s words. Gulls swooped low and snatched away the silence.

"But," he began quietly, as Loki leaned in to hear him, "But did you know that Thanos would kill you?" Tears again, dreading Loki's answer.

"I knew Thanos of old, "Loki explained, "He caught me when I fell into the abyss. And although he showed me more worlds and more knowledge than I would ever have seen had I stayed on Asgard, his price was high. I suffered, and I knew that he would make every being in the universe suffer. I KNEW that he would take half of everything," Loki paused, "and," -waiting for Thor to look up at him- "there were TWO princes of Asgard..... so I knew he would want one of us."

Thor stared at him. He was just grasping how Loki had achieved his redemption. He had won it, as so often redemption is won, with a sacrifice. But had saving Thor really been enough? Enough to balance Loki's book? All those deaths? Injuries? Insults? Suffering?

Loki could hear his thoughts. "No," he smiled, "As much as I see my beloved brother's virtues, I don't think my saving just you would have helped in the great scheme of things!" Thor grinned. "Our actions, though, saved civilisations. And you were better to lead the Avengers, so you had to live. Would they have trusted me? Would anyone on Midgard? In a way, I died for having made them doubt me, through the terrible things I did in New York - I died for my past. I died for you, and I died for the future. That saved me. And without you, I wouldn't have done that."

Loki stood. "Thank you, Thor."

Thor and Loki locked eyes. Then Thor realised that Loki had just done something he hadn't done since they'd been boys together, playing chase in the corridors of Asgard's Royal Palace: he had used his name. He stood and went to hug him, just remembering at the last second that this was impossible. Loki nodded. Yes, he had wanted to as well.

"I have to go." Loki looked out across the sea.

Thor saw the sea breeze catch Loki's hair again. A tiny glimpse of hope stirred him once more: if Loki weren't really here, how can his hair move in the wind?

Loki turned, "It's because your mind adds in all the little details," he said, "That's why, if you look, I have a shadow, as well! Clever, isn't it?" He grinned.

Thor stared, amazed. He looked down and, sure enough, Loki was somehow casting a shadow. The ground that the shadow fell onto was real. But the shadow was not.

"Huh! Thor thought, "Well in all my centuries, I never knew that."

He looked up to witness an aquamarine swirl where Loki had been standing. It was spinning and changing to emerald, then gold. He fell back, afraid.

As the light cleared, Loki was there, resplendant, transformed. He was now dressed in clothes worthy of a hallowed place. But as he was no longer in danger, he needed no armour. Instead, he was robed in knee length black velvet, with Norse patterns around the edges, embroidered in sparkling gold thread. Jewels glistened around the collar. A twisting belt hung loosely around his hips. Long boots, in fresh, polished, black leather reached, with twisting patterns, to the ground. His black hair was longer now, falling past his shoulderblades, it was thick, neat and glossy in the evening sun. Above it, and fitting for a Prince, there sat a crown. Short sided, silver, and curled into a pattern showing the branches of Yggdrasil. His skin, not so pale now, clear and -to Thor's amazement- seeming so full of health and life. His eyes sparkled nothing but love.

"Goodbye, brother," he said, peacefully, smiling. He winked as he turned to walk towards the cliff edge.

"WAIT!" shouted Thor, "PLEASE!"

Loki turned, still smiling, and playfully rolled his eyes. "Always the last word, Thor?"

"Wait." Thor repeated, trying to remember what he was going to say. "Will I see you again? Will I see mother and father? Will I.. will I see you again?"

"There is a palace there," Loki nodded, "And a large refrectory. It has a long, dressed, table where everyone feasts. Our parents are keeping a place for you, near the top of it. You'll see." he grinned, then turned back to continue walking.

"AND YOU? LOKI! LOKI, WHAT OF YOU?!"

Loki looked back over his shoulder.

"I'M THERE, THOR!" he called, then, gently, "I'm there." He smiled.

He turned to walk towards the sea, where instead of stopping at the edge of the cliff, he continued, his feet seemingly stepping out onto air.

Thor stood, looking on, as his brother's image faded, paler and paler, then burst again into vibrant green crystals and gold tipped orbs, rising, up, up and up, spreading out into the darkening sky, till the cloud of jewels lost itself among the stars

.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Reference for old Norse funeral prayers: http://www.angelfire.com/folk/oldways/norseprayer.html

#fanfic #my fanfic #Loki #Thor

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seojvns · 5 years

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everything you didn’t care to know about seojun yoon.

basic statistics.

full name: seojun yoon.

nickname: jun, junnie, seo.

how'd they get it?: they’re just... variations of his name...

age: twenty one.

date of birth: april 27th.

zodiac: taurus.

gender: male.

sexual orientation: pansexual.

when did they realize this?: around the age he started being interested in people. it’s never been something he’s struggled with, it’s jus how things were/are.

nationality: american.

hometown: daejeon, south korea.

current residence: cortland, wisconsin.

occupation: freelance photographer.

for how long?: umm, probably since high school?? he started out doing it for free, to build his resume, and over time he began building it into something he could actually make money from. not much, but !! getting paid for doing something he loves?? really couldn’t ask for more than that.

do they like his/her job?: obvs!!! does he wish he could have a lot more clients?? ya, but he’s patient and he’s got the time.

salary: mm, depends on the job but probably anywhere from $150-250/job.

family.

any significant ancestors?: ummmm, no.

grandparents (describe relationship): he was really close to his grandmother, on his mom’s side, who passed away a few years ago. he’s close to his grandfather from that side too, but he’s a bit old fashioned in his views and sometimes conversations are... not really something he can take much from. but he likes his company, and overall they have a good relationship. his grandparents on his father’s side both died before he really got a chance to even know them.

aunts/uncles (describe relationship): there’s definitely a distance. when he was younger, he’d see more of them, and his cousins too, but as he grew up... it became less of a tradition his parents and his aunts/uncles bothered to keep up with. he sees them at family gatherings, usually around holidays, but that’s about it.

parents (describe relationship): there’s a lot of distance between him and his parents. his father’s always been distant, even at a young age he wasn’t very invested in seojun. but he’d buy him things, assuming that was a decent enough way to show his ‘love,’ but it only made seojun resentful of the money he tried to use in an attempt to get out of actually caring or showing interest. his mother, on the other hand, cared. but only when he was young. from the time he was adopted, at age five, until about eleven. after that she became more disinterested in him. she also started nitpicking him a lot?? like no snacks, finding a poem and critiquing it, etc. support wasn’t something he was given, which is why he’s become such a desperate lil people pleaser.

are they still together?: yes, yep.

what is the character's family life like: it was really lonely growing up, cause even if everyone was home they’d all be off doing their own things. usually seojun was in his room writing, or out exploring and taking photos. he probably would’ve found his way to his hobbies regardless, but their neglect definitely encouraged him to explore them in a way he might not have done much sooner.

what does their family love most about them?: hmm, probably his manners. he’s a good boy and he’d never embarrass them or anything when they drag him to events or parties, so, yeah!

hate?: they see him as too shy, and lacking of a personality, but really that’s just because they’ve kind of made him feel like he should just keep quiet and do what he’s told :/ and that’s exactly what he does.

does the family have a specific set of values?: his parents are very much the type of people who want everything to look perfect on the outside, and not care much about how they actually are on the inside.

what would their family be described like by another person?: reserved, well put together, successful.

have they ever had any pets?: he did! he had a dog, a samoyed, which he got from his parents for his seventh birthday. his name was ghost,, original, i know!

what happened to them?: he died a few years ago :/ it was a rly rough time for jun, who basically had him throughout his entire childhood.

relationships.

are they a virgin?: umm, nope.

how did they lose it?: i’m embarrassed just thinkin abt it.

have they ever cheated on a partner?: never would he ever!!!

has a partner ever cheated on them?: probably.

how did they react?: better question - did he ever find out? doubtful.

who was their first crush?: hard to say :/ he gets a new crush everyday :/

are they in any kind of romantic relationship?: no!!

how serious/relaxed is it?: hmph.

describe the relationship with their current partner: this is... pointless...

how did they meet?: why ask so many questions based on the POTENTIAL of him bein in a relationship...

who made the first move?: prob not seojun in any situation ... he’s not very bold

how does your character truly feel about their partner?: this.... is so redundant...

when did they realize this?: thank u, next!

who is your characters closest friend?: minnie uwu

how did they meet?: umm they’ve been bffs for as long as seojun can remember okay!!! so how they met is just one of those things he doesn’t... rly remember bc it feels like he’s known her his WHOLE entire life, u know??

why do they get along so well?: because they’re both cute and soft and they just vibe together well ok,, why question these things?? there’s been so many late nights up talking about anything n everything, so many heartbreaks that she’s been there for, so many adventures they’ve had n have yet to have... she’s his other half!!! <333

describe relationship with any other significant friends: adrian’s one of the most important ppl to him ?? like ever?? cause he’s jun’s best friend but also a lot more than that. even though they can’t seem to get things right, he’s always gonna have feels for adrian. kian......... gross where do i even begin!!!! seojun would literally die for kian. he’s more than his roomie ok seojun’s so disgustingly attached that no matter what kian did he’d never leave his side lmao #dedicated. jiwon is who seojun would be if he could choose his life sjfsfks she’s jus so,, uwu perfect n everything he aspires to be. he LUVS her even tho she can lowkey be a lil scary?? not in like a way that he’s legit scared but like... she can be intimidating a lil bit. rt if u agree

favorites.

favorite foods: sushi, korean fried chicken, fries.

least favorite food: black licorice, celery.

favorite colors: pale yellow and light pink.

least favorite color: whatever the fuck u call the color blue that tumblr chose for the new bg color fksdjfs

music: pop, r&b.

literature: mysteries!!

smell: honeysuckles, bonfires, fresh bread.

feeling: affection uwu

season: autumn.

pets: dogs, but... he loves cats too :/

place: hmm, he’s really drawn to the woods?? like when he was younger he’d go into the woods with his camera and a book and just spend all fucking day out there. there’s something really peaceful about it ?? and there’s just so much to experience... the woods jus make him soft, k??

favorite sport(s): huh

possession this character values most: his camera!!!!!!!! his journals filled with poems about everyone he knows.

why is it so important to them?: um, his camera is p obvious?? his poetry filled journals, well, that’s p obvious too. he doesn’t want to forget how he felt in the moments where he was inspired to write whatever he wrote.

physical characteristics.

height: 5′8′‘.

weight: 130 lbs.

body build: slim.

eye color: brown.

glasses or contact lenses?: contact lenses, but sometimes he’ll wear his glasses when he’s feelin’ lazy.

hair color: naturally it’s black, but he prob keeps it either light pink or blond.

scent: tbh idk what to answer for this, describing someone’s natural scent... hard.

voice: he’s got a soft voice :/

mannerisms: says ‘um’ and ‘uh’ too much, whining about nothing, watching anything/everything with subtitles, turns the tab on a soda can sideways.

style: comfy clothing mostly?? like loose fitting tops and form fitting bottoms.

how do they walk?: like a fucking model tbh???

what are their nervous tics: he’s blushing 99% of the time tbh,, nose scrunches, averting his gaze

usual body posture: umm, i’d say he’s got p good posture?? idk,,

preferred clothing.

underwear: boxer briefs babey!

shirts: loose!! t-shirts, flannels, hoodies. anything oversized.

pants: usually black jeans, like, 9 times out of 10.

skirts: nah.

jackets: more oversized shit.

shoes: prob jus black boots?

accessories: earrings, rings, make up. make up isn’t an accessory rly but i dunno where else to put that so yayuh that’s a thing.

formal wear: umm he’s a classic black suit kinda guy, prob w a bowtie, idk.

sleeping wear: t-shirts and boxer briefs,, do ppl ... actually have real pajamas? like in real life?

swimming wear: swim trunks ig?? weird question but ok.

intellectual/mental/personality attributes and attitudes.

did they go to school?: ya, duh.

where?: west bridge!!!

what did they learn?: he’s studying photography :-)

what were their grades like?: uh, they’re alright... could be better... he wants to do better but his focus is usually just... anywhere but where it should be. so he procrastinates, and turns in things late a lot, and still is trying to do better.

native language: korean.

do they know any other languages?: english.

how smart are they?: not... very... both book smart and street smart.

what is their strengths?: creativity, generosity, compassion.

weaknesses?: time management, insecurity, awareness.

character's short-term goals in life: don’t go to jail, pass all classes.

character's long-term goals in life: have a lil photography studio and live happily ever after uwu

how does your character see themselves?: umm, he’s self aware enough to know that he’s kind of sheepish?? he feels like he’s probably awkward in,, so many situations, rip, but he tries his best to not be too weird skfjs

how does your character believe they are perceived by others?: as a soft boy who wants to be everyone’s friend?? hopefully??

how self-confident is your character?: UM LOL NOT AT ALL

what makes their self-confidence waver?: everything,, he just never feels like he’s good enough?? prob because of his mom’s nitpicking, his parents’ lack of interest generally, and the fact that he just has a low self esteem overall.

what would embarrass your character the most?: being put on the spot about anything, having too much attention, falling for someone who doesn’t like him.

how does your character feel about love: he!! loves love!!! he rly thinks that there’s someone out there for everyone... maybe not in a ~soulmates~ sense, but he thinks that companionship is a big part of happiness.

about crime: he doesn’t commit crimes... often... but if he does it’s because he can be talked into almost anything.

people of a different sexuality?: loves everyone, thanks.

different nationality/race?: loves everyone, thanks.

how does your character show affection/love?: listening to them n remembering things they’re told, hand holding, doing literally anything they ask.

how does your character handle grief? not well. especially in the case of manon, which has left him with a terrible sleeping pattern and the heavy feeling of guilt.

what are they like when they cry?: prob like really dramatic,, like cry a lot while curled up in his bed under the covers kinda cry.

what can make them cry?: betrayal, loss, anxiousness, stress.

how does your character handle physical pain?: not well, he probably whines a lot and pouts even more.

emotional pain?: even worse. he’s so forgiving that even if someone hurt him emotionally, he’d forgive them, but he’d probably be lowkey sad (but in a self blame kind of way) about it for awhile.

is your character typically a leader or a follower?: big time follower.

what kind of energy level does your character typically display?: soft, upbeat,

describe their sense of humor: prob either lame or softly sarcastic.

hobbies: takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them, watching shows instead of studying.

talents: ...takin pics, writing poems, making playlists for people that’ll never hear them...

extremely unskilled at: focusing! and sports.

if any, what musical instruments can they play?: piano :-)

emotional characteristics.

how does the character relate to others?: through soft interactions and deep conversations. he’s pretty honest and open, so if someone asks him something, or even just talks to him, chances are he’s being as open with them as he would be with his close friends.

how does the character deal with anger?: not well, but when he’s angry, he’s usually more upset than angry? and he wants to resolve things as quickly as possible, otherwise he’s stressed abt it until it’s fixed.

with sadness?: listens to sad music and cries in the shower. drama queen.

with conflict?: he’s always the first to apologize.

with change?: he’s actually pretty adaptable for the most part?? but if it were like a major change, maybe not as good.

with loss?: ummm, could be better!! probably gets a lil distant when he’s dealing with a loss.

what does your character want out of life?: happiness :/

what would your character like to change in his/her life?: the whole manon thing JFKLSF

what motivates your character?: his future, or at least the ideal future he has in mind for himself.

what frightens your character?: the fact that they could get caught for covering up a murder perhaps??? terrifying.

are they afraid of the dark?: ...yes, but he acts like he isn’t cause he’s embarrassed.

death?: not really?? like he doesn’t WANT to die or anything, but he’s not afraid of death.

what makes your character happy?: listening to good music, giving people things that make him think of them, the photo editing process.

sad?: being alone, the fact that his parents never care to check up on him, films where the main couple doesn’t end up together.

angry?: people being rude to his friends, being lied to, unnecessarily passive aggressive people.

aroused?: neck kisses, being called baby, someone who’s rly direct and just kind of... does what they want skjfsl

annoyed?: people who speak over other people.

guilty?: covering up a potential murder, turning things in late, lying.

is your character judgmental of others?: no. even if he doesn’t agree with their opinions/things they do he still tries to refrain from judgment.

is your character generous or stingy?: generous af.

is your character generally polite or rude?: polite!! angel boy.

optimistic or pessimistic?: optimistic.

introvert or extrovert?: lil bit of both??

daredevil or cautious?: cautious.

logical or emotional?: emotional lmao.

disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: he thinks he’s methodical and neat but he’s actually disorderly and messy.

would they rather be working or relaxing?: working, even though he thinks he’d rather be chillin he’s kind of terrible at doing nothing.

how do they feel about animals?: um... he loves them?? he’s the kind of person that’d accidentally let a raccoon in his house and let it stay.

what is their best quality?: his sincerity.

what is their biggest flaw?: how trusting he is.

#sjflskf what do i even tag this as #about.#u kno those myspace surveys ppl used to do #like in bulletin boards?#that's kinda what this felt like #v relaxing

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nonsimsical · 5 years

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50 Questions for Bobbie please :D

1. how old is your sim?

“I am all 22 years of awesomness!” *giggles*

2. when is your sim’s birthday?

“June 3rd.”

3. what is your sim’s zodiac sign?

“What is that centaur one?” *gasps and snaps her fingers* “Sagittarius! Yaaaas!”

4. what is your sim’s ethnicity?

“Pft, idek. I guess we can say I’m Asian or ‘oriental’, but I don’t like that word because it reminds me of Top Ramen. I never knew my parents.”

5. does your sim have any nicknames?

“Bob, Boobie,” *rolls her eyes* “Baby Bop, for those that knew me when I was little.. I was like, obsessed with Barney. I still have a stuffed Barney,” *snickers* “My cat sleeps with it now.”

6. do they have a job? if so what is it?

“Yup, I love makin’ it rain.” *winks* “I’m a mechanic.”

7. where does your sim live?

“I live in a renovated space above my shop.”

8. who does your sim live with?

“My cat, Salami.”

9. what environment did your sims grow up in? (i.e strict, loving, cold etc.)

“Mm…” *blows out a puff of air* “I suppose, strict? I grew up mostly in foster homes until I was 16 and was adopted by some pretty amazing people.”

10. what are your sim’s favourite foods?

“I love all food. It’s like, GET IN MY BELLUH!” *laughs* “Deep fried is where my heart lives though.”

11. what is your sim’s favourite drink?

“Pepsi, but I also drink water and iced tea.” *holds up her hand* “Sugar, no lemon!”

12. if they have one what is your sim’s favourite colour?

*points to her hair and laughs* “Blue, obvs. And every shade of blue you can think of. Except for Periwinkle Blue ‘cause that shit is just depressive.”

13. does your sim believe in any cliches? (i.e love at first sight)

“Sure, I mean, I believe in mythical creatures so why not throw in some cliches, too. I personally just haven’t experienced any of them.. yet.” *winks, biting her bottom lip*

14. what is your sim’s sexuality?

“Hm, I guess Bi-curious? Is that still a thing?” *giggles* “I mean, I’m pretty much straight, but like… I don’t actually have the experience to tell you whether I like the peen or not.”

15. what is your sim’s gender identity?

“She/Her/Female.”

16. is your sim type a or type b?

“I don’t care much for those kinds of tests. I’m me, okay.”

17. is your sim introverted or extroverted?

“I’m pretty extroverted.”

18. is your sim neurotypical or neurodivergent?

“What? Hold on,” *hands up index finger* “Lemme google this… okay, so… I don’t think my way is the right way. It is for me, but I mean, that doesn’t mean it is for everyone. However, I’m not autistic either.. so… I’d say I’m neuroBobbiegent.” *giggles*

19. is your sim a pet person? if so what is their favourite animal?

“Yes, I love animals, but I only have the one cat. I thought about getting another pet, but I’m not sure how Sal would take to that.”

20. does your sim have a best friend?

“Jesus.” *grins and winks*

21. what is (/was) your sim’s favourite school subject?

“Art,” *points to her arms* “As you can see it’s still a pretty big part of my life.”

22. is/was your sim a high, mid or low achiever in school?

“I suppose you could say I was a high achiever. I wanted to achieve something when I left the Phillips’ home and I knew good grades, and having teacher recommendations, would help me with that.”

23. are they planning to go or have they already been to college? if so, what would be or what was their major?

“I went to community college, much to my parents dismay,” *snickers* “I had a partial scholarship to Collins College in Tempe, Arizona, but I wasn’t ready to leave the home I felt I just found.. so, community college it was. Then I went to a trade school. I love cars and I love working with my hands.”

24. what are your sims political beliefs? (if they have them)

“Politics,” *sighs* “Shit is stressful.”

25. what is one thing your sims wants to do before they die?

“Have sex.” *throws her head back laughing loudly* “I’m still a virgin.”

26. does your sim have a favourite tv show (cable) and/or movie?

“Bones.”

27. is your sim a netflix viewer? if so what are their top 3 shows.

“Only 3? What kind of blasphemy is this,” *sighs* “Okay, 3.. well, Bones would of been number one but they took that off of there, bastids, so.. my number one would be The Walking Dead and number two … hmm.. I suppose would be Criminal Minds. The third show is..” *frowns* “Oh, the Scream TV series. I love scary movies.”

28. does your sim like books? if so what’s their favourite one?

“I love books, but I don’t necessarily have a favorite.”

29. does your sim enjoy video games, if so what is their favourite one and do they play on pc or console?

“I do and I play on a console. My computer is shit and is used strictly for work, e-mailing and online shopping. I love games like Call of Duty: Black Ops, The Witcher, Fallout 4, Skyrim, Alice Madness Returns that’s all I play mostly on the PS4. I also like the Just Dance shit, too, for the Wii.”

30. what is your sim’s personal style?

“Comfortable with some sexy.”

31. does your sim have a lucky charm?

“I am the lucky charm,” *winks* “Nah, but really - I don’t have one.”

32. is your sim religious?

“I’m Agnostic.”

33. what kind of music does your sim listen to and who is their favourite artist?

“I listen to all kinds, but mostly I’d say rock and things that would fall under that Genre.”

34. is your sim a festive person? if so what’s their favourite holiday?

“Besides my birthday?” *laughs* “I guess Thankgiving, because.. well.. food.” *raises her eyebrows* “I also love the Fourth of July.”

35. what is your sim’s favourite type of weather?

“Summer.”

36. does your sim prefer to start fights or finish them?

“I finish them. I don’t care for that drama bullshit, save that for the adolescents and small minded. Come at me with that shit and I’ll throat punch you.”

37. does your sim have a dream job?

“I get to work on cars for a living, that to me is a dream job.”

38. does your sim have any siblings?

“Like, blood related? If I do, I don’t know about them.”

39. does your sim get along with their family?

“I love my adoptive parents. They’re my best friends.”

40. what is your sims favourite hobby?

“You mean besides flicking the bean?” *snorts, covering her mouth* “Just kidding, sort of. Um, cars. I love them.”

41. what does your sim look for in a romantic partner?

“Someone that makes me feel alive. Like, 7 years from now when we’re fat, with grey hair and have morning breath that could wipe out a third world country, I can still wake up next to them and have butterflies.”

42. what is a secret about your sim?

“Um… that’s a hard one, actually. I’m practically an open book.” *purses her lips* “I suppose, though I don’t make it a secret, but it’s not something I advertise either, that me being a virgin is about the only thing that most people don’t know right away. Or like, if at all.”

43. what is a wish your sim has?

“Hmm… nothing comes to mind, right now.”

44. what is a flaw your sim has?

“One of my foster Mom’s once told me that my sense of humor isn’t perceived well by others…” *raises an eyebrow* “I told her they should probably just get on my level.”

45. how do others generally perceive your sim?

“That I’m a total babe,” *winks* “I was told once if I was a fruit, I’d be called FINEapple and I’m okay with that.”

46. Does your sim have a greatest achievement? If so what is it?

“Owning my own auto shop is a pretty great achievement, I feel. And I have a permanent mailing address,” *laughs* “I mean, I’ll still travel because I love it, but it’s nice to know I have some place I can call home.”

47. If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret?

“I have no regrets. I’m not perfect by any means, but I use my mistakes as lessons I need to learn and I don’t make them again.”

48. does your sim have a favourite emoji?

“I use the one that only has eyes, no mouth, I feel it speaks volumes and I connect with it on a spiritual level.”

49. does your sim use simstagram? if so what’s their @?

“Nope, but I’m considering making a twitter.”

50. what is the last text your sim sent (and who did they text)?

“I WILL CUT YOU!” *throws her head back and snorts* “I sent it to Jesus. That’s right, ya’ll, I’m friends with Jesus.”

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