#just something fun

[cinnybunsims]

🌺 new sim cutest hair @zynoox 🩵

[otherxagnela]

Behind Blood Splattered Silver Screen Au

Alastor: My idiot hack of a movie director *affectionately*

Vox:

Random Sinner: YEAH HIS NEWEST MOVIES SUCK!

Alastor: *twists head* Who said that?

Random Sinner: ...

Alastor: I asked - WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT!?

[batwynn]

Having fun with glowy eyes!

[deadbranch]

Alex Keller takes a swallow of champagne as he scans the gallery.

She's standing in front of an Albrecht Dürer in a dress of stunningly fine emerald silk. The skin from her nape to an inch above the slope of her lower back is almost completely exposed to the world.

Art standing in judgement of art, she shifts her weight from one stilettoed heel to the other.

He finishes his flute and swaps it for another as a caterer passes to his right.

Here we go.

As he approaches, she's completely at ease, as though she were expecting him.

An offhand jest passes over his lips, something about finally arriving in the Emerald City.

She rolls her eyes, but her nipples immediately harden, straining visibly under the silky green fabric. He smiles.

"Took you long enough," she mutters.

He swallows a sip hastily, bubbles burning more than the previous draught. He licks the inside margin of his lips.

"To what?"

"To find me," she replies just above a whisper. She points to some vague detail in the painting, as though explaining something to the interloper. He nods his head and extends a hand to gesture toward another part of the work.

Alex's words hesitate on his tongue. Obessesive mission preparation always gives a false sense of familiarity. Comfort even. Something's wrong here.

"I'm not your enemy. Despite what you've been made to believe," she continues, lifting the flute to her lips. It's then that he realizes she's pretending to drink.

"I don't--"

"Listen. In eight minutes, I'll act inebriated. You'll put your hand at my waist, as though helping me. I'll lead us out of here before the tenth minute. "

"What happens in ten?" He swallows, trying hard to maintain a relaxed posture.

She turns her head to face him, feigning laughter.

"It'll be best to find out from the papers in the morning."

At a loss, he asks the obvious question.

"Where will we go?"

"Your hotel room."

He lifts his flute, then lowers it again, uncertain for the first time in months.

"How did you--"

"Eleventh floor of the Paloma. Incredible view of the arts district. Your superiors were generous this time."

He glances at his watch as casually as he can muster. Four minutes.

"What...will we do until the news breaks tomorrow?"

She turns to face him fully, sliding a hand up the lapel of his tuxedo.

"I'm sure we'll think of some way to fill the time."

ALEX KELLER MASTERLIST

[clockworkreapers]

merry crisis from ya beans

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Reader Cooking for the Group: Syzoth

As respectful as he is, if he was romancing you, he probably wouldn't tell you that he can't stomach human food. He would take a bite and force it down with the others, especially Kung Lao watching him because he more than anyone knows Syzoth can't - he told him himself.

You (noticing that his plate has barely been touched): Do you not like it, Sy? I can make something else for you.

Syzoth: It's good. I am just not all that hungry.

It's not until he makes an excuse to leave, feeling sick does Johnny tell you the truth.

Johnny: Babygirl can't stomach human food. I hope he went outside because I don't want to be the one to explain to their landlord why the bathroom has been melted.

You'd wait for him to finish, not sure you can do much for him. And when he does, looking ill, you'd pull him away from the others and take him to the living room where you would let him rest in your lap.

You (running your fingers through his hair): Why didn't you tell me you couldn't stomach human food?

Syzoth: I did not want to insult you or your hospitality.

You: I feel bad, only because you forced yourself to eat it when you knew it would make you sick. I'd rather you tell me next time.

Syzoth: That I will do.

You lean down and kiss his head.

You: Good to hear.

[spyder-fyre]

Zolu Incorrect Quotes P4

*Zoro is crying after a breakup*

Luffy: There there Zoro.

Zoro, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Luffy: Great question-