#A lot of it makes me cringe really really badly still

[elegomez]

this might be an unpopular opinion, but the thing is I don't actually care if people wearing whatever the hell wear in public do feel sexy/turned on by it. I don't think it's unethical to be turned on in public, and I don't think the standard should be "is this thing you're doing sexually arousing to you or others", it should be "are you harassing other people in public". And wearing revealing clothing or collars or leashes is not harassing anyone else.

[dukeofriven]

I don't know are you sure there's just always going to be another Dave? Really? REALLY?

there will always be another dave strider but there will never be another terezi, there will never be another kanaya, there will never be another aradia, there will never be another jade harley. so many of the women in homestuck blatantly go against expectation and are so wonderfully unique for it

[glossgojo]

long hair // jake sim x reader smut

busanking photo credit edited by me

MDNI: oral fem recieving, pu$$y drunk jake, teasing jake, dom jake, sub AFAB reader, pet names (princess, baby, angel cuz y/n makes me cringe sometimes), long haired jake bias wrecked me at fate plus, lemme know if u want a part two i could go on and on ab <3

“step away from the scissors.” your voice came out a lot more stern and harsh than you intended but it had its own effect, jake sharply turning away from the mirror and setting down the offending tool and moving toward you ready to apologize and grovel like he should.

“princess the company said it’s getting too long, just a little off won’t hurt right?” his arms looped around your waist, tugging you towards him and pouting down at you. the bathroom of the hotel you were staying for the night was connected to your shared room, did he really think you’d let him get away with it so easily? at least now you were out of the crime scene, closer to bed where you could lull him to sleep. you wouldn’t concede to his whining or whatever the fuck the company wanted.

“no you-no it’s perfect as it is.” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, wide and round as you looked up at him pitifully. as if you hadn’t just demanded he set down the scissors.

“you can do it for me, just an inch baby please?” his hands were lingering, tracing the back of your spine, thumb brushing against the small sliver of skin on your hip that your low rise skirt exposed. he was hypnotizing you, getting his way slowly and you hated that he was still sweaty with his hair styled from the concert. his voice gravelly from use and you wanted nothing but to give in to him. and he could see you were conceding from how your wide pretty eyes fluttered from his touch, how your hand absent mindedly bunched up the material of his shirt.

“nuh uh, it’s your hair you can do whatever you want to it, i won’t partake in a crime.” you pouted and attempted to stomp away, his finger hooking under the band of your skirt .

“don’t be mad angel, at least tell me why it would be so bad.” he turns you by the hips towards him, standing less close than before but still close enough to smell his maddening cologne mixed with sweat. even his sweat smelled good to you, you were a goner. a lost cause.

“are you fishing for compliments jake sim?” you narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and jake’s eyes unabashedly trailed to your now propped up cleavage. you fought an eye roll at his actions, was he insecure after the show? like thousands of girls weren’t screaming their lungs out when he raked his long hair back.

“no besides that you think it looks good, do i not look good in shorter hair?” so your pretty boy was actually a bit insecure. maybe you shouldn’t have been so dramatic. he was the hottest man you’d ever seen and not to mention you were in love with him, if he was bald you’d still find him attractive.

“of course you do…it’s just…it’s like my anchor.” you mumbled out the last bit, eyes looking away from him as your cheeks heated. really you’d been thinking about it since you saw the scissors.

“your anchor?” jake was actually confused by you, he wasn’t teasing you and the realization made you blush more. maybe you were more perverted than you thought.

“you know when my mind is being blown having something to hold onto helps.” and how badly you would miss having something to hold onto as jake’s nose and mouth pressed against where you needed him most and made you see stars.

jake’s furrowed brows of confusion eased out as his expression morphed into a smug smile. oh god you were fucked now. “is that right baby? i can’t take that away from you can i?” he was smiling like a cat that had gotten its toy, walking closer to you as you stepped back, arms uncrossing as your legs hit the back of the bed. you almost fell backwards from the surprise of it and instead braced yourselves against his solid chest. looking up at him then was a recipe for disaster as his dark eyes narrowed and laser focused on your lips. were they always this puffy? had you been gnawing at them? his poor baby all stressed about his hair.

“ake-“ you warned, a little terrified by the look in his eyes and also too turned on to stop him. you knew that look, it always ended with you passing out from exhaustion and him still not being done after you lost count of how many rounds, orgasms, screams of his name.

“come on baby, i gotta see it to believe it.” he bit his lip at your small hands feebly pressed against his pecs. you were sure you were soaked below, you’d never live it down. his leg slotted between yours, pushing up against your underwear, wearing a skirt was another cause for jake to lose his composure very quickly.

“please-“ your soft voice didn’t need to say much more, as his hands pushed you down, kneeling in front of you as you now sat on the bed. his head between your legs faster than you could grasp what was happening. his veined hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, your knee highs only covered the skin visible to the world, the rest for his pleasure. he loved when you wore skirts, but it made him unrulier. you still remembered when you wore a particularly short one and you both fucked in the green room before a show.

“pretty baby, how could i take anything from you?” you squirmed in his hold, the vibrations from his deep voice against your inner thighs made you even needier. his soft lips pressed to the sensitive skin.

“jake-.” his left hand pressed your hip down as you bucked in his hold, his tongue teasing the edge of your underwear not delving under the fabric where you needed him.

“what do ya need baby?” he loved hearing you say it, confirming you were just as gone as him.

“your mouth please.” and that was enough for him, usually he wanted specifics but tonight he wanted to taste the sweet scent that was already teasing his senses. he pressed a adoring kiss against your clothed core before weaving his arms under your thighs and pulling you against him, one of your legs was resting on his shoulders now the other spread for him to slot into.

he kissed at your underwear not giving up the chance to tease you, “so wet already baby.” jake could feel himself grow hard in his pants, losing himself slowly to your taste.

he couldn’t take much more teasing himself any more as he pulled your underwear off you, shoving up your skirt and inspecting your pretty cunt under the dim beside lamp light. his second favorite girl shone in the light, red and puffy and slick with need. you squirmed from his attention, feeling ashamed from his eye contact and he quickly dove in, giving into the meal in front of him. his thick tongue purposefully collected your slick before circling your perked up clit. you whined at the contact, hands flying to his hair and the smug fucker smiled against you. despite your whines you were purposefully grinding against his mouth, his soft pillowy lips kissing you slowly.

“taste so sweet, need more.” he was already drunk off you, tongue licking up everything he could as his nose clumsily bumped against your clit making you clutch his dark strands a bit tighter. he noticed that, now surging so his sharp nose grinded against your clit. your fingers twitched as the obscene sound of his devouring of you filled the air. he was sloppy and in a craze, eating you like you were his last meal on earth. your quiet sighs were music to his ears and the taste of your ichor staining the back of his teeth made his head dizzy. his eyes fluttered closed as he hummed against your cunt, like he’d taken a bite of his favorite ice cream. one of his hands left your hip and traveled down to your inner thigh. the cold of his rings made you shiver in his hold.

it was all too much, he kissed against your folds, sloppily making out with your cunt as two of his lithe fingers entered you, curling up and filling you instantly. you clenched around him as more slick poured out of you, jake quickly drinking it in and pulling more out of you. his mouth moved fervently against you, tongue delving into where his fingers drew moans of his name from you. he fucked and stretched you out, never quite letting you get where you needed. the combination of his nose, fingers, and mouth made you reach your climax closer than ever. his fingers moved in and out you, you embarrassingly kept pouring out straight into his mouth and clenching around his fingers. as he felt you getting closer he removed his fingers, pulling you flat against his face as his tongue fucked you instead, his nose bumping your clit as he moved back and forth and making you scream his name as you came hard on his tongue. all he could breath was you, hear was you, taste was you, his eyes fervently looking at each piece of you, his hands roaming the plush of your thighs. jake thought he could die happily between your legs.

once your back had stopped arching and your mind came back to earth you realized your needy boyfriend was still lapping at your juices, your sensitive cunt making you whine at his touch. you shoved at his forehead with your fingers still in his hair, a few strands of his long bangs fell into his face with his chin and lips shining in the light from your wetness and you felt yourself grow hot at the image. you were so glad you told him to put down the scissors.

“come on baby one more, can’t get enough of your taste.” he licked his fingers clean, eyes shuttering close as he moaned at the taste. you clenched on air as your pussy drunk boyfriend begged for another round. you knew it was never just one more round, it would be at least four with you falling asleep with his dick inside you.

“but what about cutting your hair?” you wanted him to admit defeat and his eyes shone at your words, smile lifting his puffy lips.

“princess i meant it when i said i’d never take anything away from you.” he smiled wide at you that puppy smile that was entirely too endearing and you almost forgot he was still between your legs. you whined a bit at his words, thankful and a little bit dazed from how insane his statement was. yeah you lost the bratty attitude pretty fast, you’d go for as many rounds as he needed, because you needed it too.

[spookierdeer]

OL EUA YUGQ G XGOYOT OT MXGVK PAOIK, OZ ZAXTY OTZU G MXGVK. NGVVE NGRRUCKKT! 🎃⚠️

(costume talk and yapping under the cut)

starting from back to the front:

stan and ford are handing out candy this year, stan dressed in his vampire costume and planning to scare kids and ford is wearing a mabel (turtleneck!) pumpkin sweater, about as festive as he's willing to dress up this year. ford was originally planning to hole himself up in his lab and work on data analysis or whatever nerd shit he has going on but stan invites him to help scare the hell out of kids. ford declines initially, better things to do, but after checking to see how stan's doing (badly), ford decides to help by bursting out of the bushes with a glowing laser gun, face cloaked in shadow. it's more fun than he expects or admits and he eventually fully joins stan.

soos and melody are trick or treating in a couple costume, soos as zelda and melody as link. melody wanted to cosplay link for awhile and you cannot convince me soos wouldn't jump at the chance to dress up as a badass anime elf princess who can fire lasers.

mabel, pacifica, and waddles are dressed as utena, anthy, and chu chu respectively. i have a headcanon that post working at the diner and slowly getting used to normal kid things, pacifica discovers anime. specifically shojo princess anime. she finds utena and loses her mind over it in private, with mabel eventually breaking down her walls and getting her to admit to the sin of liking anime. mabel gets pacifica to show her her favorites and mabel immediately insists they need to cosplay as utena and anthy for halloween, pacifica is a princess after all! (said in jest, but baby gay panic ensues on pacifica's end. mabel is pretty oblivious to her plight and doesn't realize why being pacifica's knight makes her feel so giddy until later on.)

dipper sees pacifica joining mabel as an excuse to flake out on trick or treating without being a total jerk, especially since they'll be joined by candy and grenda later. i know he's working on not trying to grow up too fast by the end of the series, but kids and teens are full of anxiety and doubts and i figure he would be pretty awkward about a lot of things still, even after learning otherwise. wirt doesn't want to dress up since the previous halloween ended with him in the unknown then waking up in the hospital, but greg still wants to go trick or treating. dipper tags along to help babysit greg despite it not really being necessary, wirt's just glad to have someone to chat with while he takes greg, especially someone who doesn't leap to finding him strange. greg is going as a ghost elephant and wirt assumes it's just the weird kid tradition of layering costumes over the years, but greg's logic is that he "died" as an elephant last year so now the elephant is a ghost. if wirt heard this he would probably end up freaked out, but kids are often more aware of things than expected. dipper is wearing wendy's hat since she traded with him at the end of the series.

putting wirt and greg in there could feel a little random, but these are my two favorite shows to watch during autumn and i associate them with each other. plus, it's otgw's ten year anniversary and it's so perfectly halloween, i think it makes enough sense to put them together. idk i love joy and whimsy, i am cringe and i am free.

i initally wanted to include other characters, candy, grenda, and wendy for sure but i was also considering coraline, wybie, and norman. felt way too complicated so maybe i'll draw something with those characters some other time.

[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a little suggestion 😔 Buuuttttt If you could…. could you write for human Ryuk for death note? You gotta hear me out though

You know what… I’m fine with this. I’ve always had Ryuk as one of my fav Death Note characters so why not? For real, for real… he’s so hot in this form! He went from badass and scary to precious hottie

Ryuk- Master of Trickery

Instead of Light, you’re his human and his notebook holder. Ryuk can’t deny that you’re interesting and he is gonna enjoy following you around through your time using his Death Note. In his Shinigami form, he doesn’t really notice how he looks and just excuses it. Suspecting you’ll be fine with him

But you’re curious what Ryuk really can do so when you two are finally alone in your bedroom. You ask Ryuk openly what powers he has, how Shinigami work and whilst Ryuk isn’t that enthusiastic since he considers it boring, he obliges

When he mentions he can transform into a human disguise, that lets him be visible to humans, besides you, as well. You immediately play with the fire that is Ryuk and ask him if he can demonstrate this shapeshifitng ability of his for you

Ryuk wasn’t planning on this when he dropped his notebook onto Earth… he’s been asked by his new human to transform for them? Well. He does it anyway since he suspects it may be fun to troll people with it so he puts his big clawed hand over your eyes

And in a flash. This monstrous yet unique shinigami is now an attractive tall man with pretty black lips and a style that matched the infamous detective, L. Your eyes sparkle with shock at your Shinigami’s transformation as Ryuk lets out a comment that he hasn’t redone this in such a long time

Ryuk noticed the way you gaze at him with surprise and awe, commenting snarky about it but mainly feeling his bare chested self, his baggy slightly undone trousers hugging his humanoid hips as both of you are impressed by the almost Frankenstein stitched patchy skin pieces on his body. He looks like a human but still… a Shinigami

Ryuk does decide to perform this feat again. Pranking you with it, he’ll transform into his human form then putting on a bunch of makeup, stealing the Death Note and pretend he isn’t Ryuk when you ask him. It’s hard to tell since he put a lot of heart into these types of pranks on you

Ryuk needs his apples, even in his human form, so people around him, who can now see him, find him odd for how much he is downing just normal red apples eagerly whilst you and him are at the grocery store

Ryuk cringes badly whenever anybody makes a mention that you and him must be a couple. He isn’t interested in any humans but damn god, he does enjoy the way you seem attracted to his human form. It’s a nice ego boost

Ryuk mainly transforms into his human form and heads out in public with you during your vile little plans to kill your targets as to stay on the back and do as you ask by not showing off his shinigami side, should you let your victims touch the notebook, but it’s not like he minds. He feels handsome like this

Ryuk also takes full advantage of all the girls who admire him in his human form, liking to annoy you by flirting and playing with humans that are drooling all over him. It’s nice, so entertaining and he won’t let you pull him away from it

Ryuk doesn’t use his human form transformation as much as one would suspect, from a guy like him. Mainly because he is too accustom to his Shinigami self that being human feels odd but it doesn’t mean he won’t do it to make you and other girls flaunter over him, for the fun of it

Ryuk does tease you a lot for finding his human form attractive… like, a lot, he doesn’t ever shut up about it. He’ll make you regret ever asking him to demonstrate his abilities… since well, that’s Ryuk

“Eh? What’s with that look… oh. You like the goods; my skin, my eyes, my hair, ‘mm? You’re just as nasty as those other humans. I enjoy it, keep looking”

[zwhoreo]

thoughts on headcanons on how luffy would be with a shy gf / trying to bring the girl he likes out of her shell / not be nervous around him???? i like to envision him being the initiator sometimes simply bc i myself am so ridiculously reserved… the idea of him and his partner balancing each other out / teaching each other to be more outgoing and free spirited vs less rambunctious and reckless…. it makes me v happy ALSO i hope its ok to send another ask so soon, i love ur work !!! @ v @ ;;; no rush or pressure to answer !! :’’>

hana!!! tysm for all the support, i rly appreciate it, I’m so glad you like my writing :’) you can send as many asks as you want!! i’m pretty busy with work/school prep rn so requests are taking me some time, but yess please never hesitate to submit one if you have an idea <333

coming out of your shell - luffy x f!reader headcanons

fluff

summary in request, how your dynamic might work with luffy if you’re a bit more reserved, how he helps you come out of your shell, and the kind of balance you two give each other in your relationship

words: ~750

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You love Luffy an indescribable amount, and somehow he loves you back tenfold.

This boy loves you so much that he rarely wants to be without you, sticking to you always, pulling you along with him everywhere, talking loudly in your face because he’s excited by the closeness

you’re intimidated by that love so much, you were a bit shy and didn’t know what to say

But god, there’s something about him that just changes you, makes you feel fuzzy on the inside. He calms you. You become comfortable around him so fast, eager to be in his arms

But sometimes it’s too much, his loudness. You’re trying to relax, have a break from the outside world, but here’s Luffy wriggling on top of you, so full of an energy you can’t believe, it’s all too endless.

“Hi, Lu…” you murmur softly in his mouth as he kisses you for the hundredth time.

At first it was hard, he’s so unlike you, he’s unlike anyone, really, that you’d ever met

You hadn’t imagined yourself ending up with this kind of intense extrovert

But Luffy knows you like quiet sometimes, and when you’re feeling tired and want some time to yourself, but if he really wants to hang out, you can say, “hey Lu, wanna take a nap?”

He’ll be so excited to come cuddle on top of you while you read or look out the window, going to sleep quickly, letting you soak in the comforting warmth of his body in stillness

Luffy is attached to you. If he goes somewhere, more often than not you’re along for the ride.

He squeezes your hand, his own so sweaty with excitement, running and dragging you along with him, wanting so badly for you to be as excited as he is.

He talks to people on the street, bouncing on his feet, voice loud and overflowing. You cringe at his boldness, many times, you can’t imagine acting like that.

But he’ll motion you over, and gush about how his new friend HAS to meet his beautiful and perfect and fun girlfriend, he’ll hug you and he’ll want you to talk to his friend and when your voice is small he pats your back and pulls you a little closer, he wants you to make lots of friends, just like he does, because it makes him happy and he wants you to be happy, too

And when you start to conversate, when your smile comes, he grins so proudly and afterwards he’ll reward you with a big, sloppy kiss

Because even though the concept of shyness greatly confuses him, he knows these types of things are big for you

When he wants you to speak, he’ll look at you, turning his head over his shoulder and making a small, giddy sound.

He’ll squeeze your hand which of course he’s still holding, he wants to remind you that you’re safe

But you can balance him out, too. If he comes up to someone who you know doesn’t want to talk, if he’s bothering them and it’s clear on their face but Luffy doesn’t know, then you’ll gently pull him away into a hug and whisper, “hey, looks like they don’t want to talk right now…”

He’ll be a little disappointed but you’ve helped him understand stuff like this

Luffy LOVES adventures

He wants to take you on all of them, even when you’re scared or anxious

There’s that hand holding again, or maybe he’ll link his arm tightly with yours, knowing that the closeness of his body will make you feel safer, bolder

It does help, he’s infectious, invigorating. He’s inspiring in the way he charges ahead, and you want to feel so free like he seems to, always

So you try to be like him, going out of your comfort zone, finding joy in the things you fear

When you’re scared, he’ll hold you. He’ll lift you onto his back or press you close against his chest

And when it’s too dangerous, when your anxiety is right, you can hold his arm, tell him to please just stay with you, and he’s learned (probably the hard way) that sometimes you can be right about these things, you can see what he won’t

It’s a perfect balance, you and Luffy. An unlikely pair, two polar opposites, and yet you share so much, you fit so well. He loves you for that, and he’s going to help you, always

[sleepisapriviligethatidonthave]

Hello, for the megOP prompt thing, how about tfp Megatronus getting injured in a fight and Orion worrying about him? Lots of hurt/comfort? No pressure tho

You ask and you shall receive!

Orion walked briskly through the labyrinth that was the underbelly of the Pits, ignoring the stares of the other gladiators with practiced ease. He could feel his spark race inside its chamber as the words of the announcer still rang in his audials.

“Spinner and Gunner are closing in on our Champion, Gunner attacks from the side and Megatronus deflects- what’s this? Spinner comes from behind before Megatronus can react and stabs him in the lower back! If he hit the spinal strut, then this could spell the end for the reigning Champion of the Pits!”

He had abandoned his post in the Archives the moment he had heard those words over the grid and hit the road with a screech. At times like this, he cursed the distance between the two city-states.

As he rounded the last corner to Megatronus’ suite, he was met by one of the medics that worked in the Pits.

“How is he?” Orion blurted out before the bot had even registered his presence.

“What? Ah, yes, he’ll live. That sword did not puncture anything vital, so he’ll make a full recovery, granted that he doesn’t do anything stupid.” said the medic tiredly. Orion nodded, muttered his thanks, and ran the final stretch to the door of the habsuite.

He punched in the code and marched into the small berthroom where Megatronus rested. His spark squeezed painfully when his finally saw his lover.

The gladiator was laying on his front on the narrow berth, looking away from the door. A newly welded wound married the usually hidden protoform underneath the back armour. He growled, “I believe that I said not to be disturbed while I’m resting.”

“Not even by me?”

Megatronus immediately shot up at the familiar voice, pushing himself up on his forearms before scowling at the pain that shot through his frame. “Orion,” he choked out, a tad disbelieving, “you’re here.”

“Don’t sound so shocked. Did you really think that I wouldn’t come to you immediately?” he said and came closer to cup his lover’s faceplate in his servos. He looked so tired and dirty.

Megatronus nuzzled into the gentle servos, sighing in contentment. “I suppose I underestimated how much you worry for me.” he closed his optics and allowed his EM field to stretch out and envelop Orion, pulsing gratitude, and love. He frowned when he felt worry and hurt clash in his lover’s field.

He looked at the archivist who was staring at him, optics filled with sadness. “I told you not to fight in those matches.” Orion whispered, his voice shaking, making Megatronus stiffen. This had been a point of tension between the two of them for a while now. He never would have thought that he would frag up so badly as to prove his archivist right. He could only curse his himself for that failure. Megatronus felt his spark squeeze at the sight of those gorgeous blue optics fill with tears.

“Orion-“

“Do not Orion me, I told you that fighting more than you already had to was a bad idea and what did you do? You went ahead and did it anyways! You’ve been running yourself ragged, Megatronus! No amount of shanix is worth this!” Megatronus found himself cringing at the tirade. Orion was right, of course, like he usually was, but he still could not understand why he reacted so. He was no stranger to pain and suffering, what was one more scar in the name of his cause?

“Everything will be fine, my love. I have not sustained permanent damage and that is what matters in the end.” he tried soothing, but it only angered Orion even more, his plating flaring out as he pulled back his servos and threw them in the air.

“Megatronus, do you really think that just because the damage will not have longlasting effects, I will not worry about you? Every time you step into the Pits, I pray that you will return to me unharmed and all I get in return is you, throwing yourself into even more danger!” the gladiator could only stare in bewilderment as his beloved pored his spark out.

“Just because you can handle something, doesn’t mean that I or anyone else that cares about you will worry any less about you. I need you to understand that Megatronus.” Tears had begun to stream down the archivist’s faceplate, his frame shaking as he panted, trying to help his frame cool down.

For once, Megatronus found himself speechless. They stared at each other for a while, only the sound of Orion’s cooling systems breaking the heavy silence.

“I… I had now idea that my decisions were affecting you so much, Orion. I am so sorry beloved, for making you suffer unnecessary pain because of me.”

The archivist snorted and wiped away his tears, “You’re the one in pain, you fool.” he muttered and closed the distance between them, planting a kiss on the gladiator’s forehelm. “I just wish that you would listen to me when I try to talk some sense into you.”

It was Megatronus’ turn to let out a chuckle, only to wince in pain as the newly welded wound made its presence known. “I believe that it would be in my best interest that I start doing so from this moment onward.”

Orion’s rested their forehelms together, making his lover look into his optics, ”Promise?”

“I swear on my spark, beloved.” he said solemnly and took one of Orion’s servos into his own, kissing the back of it.

That seemed to be enough to quell the last of the archivist’s wrath. “Good. Now make me some space on the berth. I didn’t drive all the way here just to stand like a statue.” Megatronus let out a loud laugh, uncaring of the pain it caused him and pushed himself up some more, allowing Orion to lay beneath him.

Megatronus purred and laid his helm on his beloved’s chassis. Orion smiled and placed one servo on the back of the gladiator’s neck cables while the other one busied itself with petting the silver helm.

“I know that I do not say it to you nearly enough, but thank you, Orion Pax, for caring for me.”

Orion felt his frame fill with warmth. How could he stay mad at his lover when he was so earnest? “Rest, my Champion. We will talk more later.”

With that Megatronus allowed his frame to finally wind down, knowing that the most important mech in his life was right there, looking after him, protecting him. He fell into recharge, soothed by the feeling of his Orion’s spark, spinning in sync with his own.

I also posted it on AO3 for those interested in checking out my other works ^^

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58680121

[genericpuff]

Why is the art so unappealing in lore Olympus now Persephone looks like a highlighter and maybe it’s just me but the proportions like the fingers in arms are soul over the place I don’t think they used to be this bad. Am I just looking at it with nostalgia or am I crazy ?

Honestly, nostalgia does play a huge part in it, even to this day there are times I look back on old S1 panels and go-

Actually here's a great example that literally just happened yesterday in the ULO Discord that nearly had me on the floor LOL This is from Episode 70:

Like I didn't even believe that that was real until I was told what episode it was from and I was just. Astounded and flabbergasted. The over-shading of the blanket that just makes it look like a really bad edit. Insane.

And yeah, there are a lot of old panels that hit different now that the rose-colored glasses have been removed, crushed, and thrown into the trash compactor.

I think that's why it makes it all the more amusing when people come into my inbox and ask me "wait, why did you like LO to begin with?? It's always been ugly as shit, I think you're just romanticizing it" because like... there's something to be said about art and subjectivity, even if something is ugly to one person doesn't mean it isn't beautiful to someone else. It's why I try not to be too mean towards the fans of this comic for still enjoying it, because while I definitely have strong opinions about how "LO has gotten worse" and what kind of following Rachel has cultivated (cough cough), there are also just as equally valid arguments that LO has never begin good to begin with that I can't necessarily disagree with now that I'm looking back on it with a more critical eye.

That said, there's tons of media that I enjoy that is objectively awful. Like y'all, you don't need to take my opinions about a dumb pink x blue fantasy romance comic seriously, I like Starfox Adventures-

Like yeah it's a badly made rushed piece of shit that was developed right on the ass end of Rare's glory days and was really an original IP (Dinosaur Planet) that got Frankenstein'd into a Starfox game so it could "sell better" for Nintendo, but I don't give a fuck, I love Starfox Adventures and some day I wanna be in the top 10 speedrunner leaderboards for it, which I know doesn't mean much because no one is speedrunning Starfox, but I do and no one can take that away from me dammit-

Anyways. Lore Olympus has, in many regards, always had "bad art". But "bad art" can and should still be enjoyed by those who find joy in it.

And in LO's case, the world it existed in when it launched was a lot smaller than it is now - more specifically, the world of Webtoons. We can look back and see how 'bad' LO looks and reads now because there are genuinely way better comics surrounding it. It was unique and refreshing and experimental back then... now it's just "that stupid blue and pink comic for horny teenagers".

In most cases I would consider that "cringing in hindsight" feeling a good thing because normally it means something has grown and that it seeming "bad" in hindsight would mean that it's outgrown itself and moved onto bigger things. But LO has the more unique problem of "its current stuff is shit and it's making us want the old stuff more, even if the old stuff wasn't good either". In that regard, LO is closer to being like Harry Potter. Remember when The Cursed Child came out at the height of Rowling being exposed for being a TERF and even people who liked Harry Potter didn't like The Cursed Child because it was just objectively worse overall (with or without Rowling's bullshit attached)? It made a lot of people go back and re-read / rewatch Harry Potter with a more objective lens and go "wait a minute guys, I think we only adored these books so much because we were 12 when we read them". Often times it's the good memories we have surrounding certain things that make us have the opinion about them that we do.

Of course, LO is definitely not as politically weaponized as Harry Potter is, so that's where that comparison ends. But my point is that LO is definitely in a situation where it's been riding off the same privileges it had back in 2018 - having an 'experimental' art style while also utilizing tropes and characters that were VERY popular at the time (remember that 2017-18 was when Tumblr was at its height of H x P "Hades was a chill accountant guy who wore socks and sandals and didn't cheat on his wife like Zeus did" fantasizing) - and thinks that those same tricks and tropes will still work today.

Because of this, the art in LO really, really hasn't aged well, even the stuff that we look back on fondly. But I think it's the panels that we specifically think of when remembering "old LO" - the ones that stuck in our memories the most - that are the ones that make us miss or just not care about the panels that don't look good (the panels that make people question why we ever liked it to begin with).

We liked it because of how it made us feel to look at panels like these-

Those genuinely wonderful panels that we think back on the most don't exist separately from the bad panels, they exist in spite of them. Even if we can look back on panels like these and pick out problems in the lineart or the proportions or the color travelling outside of the lines, that can't and shouldn't change how those panels made us feel at some point or another. And that's why when people ask me "why were you even into LO in the first place" I don't have any one answer, because I can't fully explain how something made me feel to justify why it's good to someone who can see from the outside - without rose-colored glasses - that it evidently isn't. It's very much a "you had to be there" type of thing.

Unfortunately, nowadays even the 'best' LO panels in S3 still don't come close to what the S1 panels accomplished - because for many of us, the rose-colored glasses are gone, we can't appreciate the good among the bad because we know now how bad it truly is and so the good just feels like wasted attempts at trying to recreate something it can no longer be. It "came back wrong" so to speak.

LO came back just regular. But our journey to resurrecting it changed us to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to us. Sorry dude.

This is still probably one of my favorite panels out of the entirety of S3 for being as close to "old LO" as I've seen since S2, and even it feels like a mistake, an accident, how could a panel like this exist in S3 when so much of it is a dumpster fire? It's like a flower growing in the ruins of an apocalyptic wasteland.

But wasn't that always the case? Isn't that 'always' what LO has been, since the very beginning? A poorly cobbled together mess of writing and panels that, every now and then, manages to leave an impression that makes you feel something? Did we ever truly know LO? Or have we just been relying entirely on an idea of it that we've built up in our heads that when it does do exactly what it's evidently always done (even if not made apparent until looking back on it in hindsight) we think it "came back wrong"?

[romanarose]

Such a Needy Little Thing

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Javier and his boots. That's the fic.

Warnings: Rough, but lots of communication and consideration for reader. use of daddy and kitten that made me cringe a bit XD (i kept thinking of NOT NOW KITTEN, DADDYS BUSY!), mildest of petplay but like not really? Insinuated PIV and smut latter. ending can infer use of belt or not . Boot riding, humping, licking, boot on coochie.

Immersivity: Reader is fem, dresses very feminine. Mentions of hair but I think it's inclusive of all hair types, if not just lmk.

700 words.

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Javier threw you by your hair onto the floor and slammed the door behind you. You tumble onto the rug, one he picked out especially for you. He spent hours finding something plush and soft for your knees but wouldn’t give you rug burn. He was thoughtful like that.

“Dirty little thing, teasing me at work in the little dress.” Javi chastises, but when you kneel in front of him, sat back on your legs and look up, he can’t help but smile at how cute you are. He caresses your head, and you hum and nuzzle against him. “Such a naughty kitty… pretty little girl wanna get fucked?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes sir.”

He likes the honorifics.

“Gonna have to earn it.” Javi bends over, gripping your face until your lips made a little ‘O’. “I want you to grind your wet little cunt on my boot and beg me to fuck you.”

This, you could work with. You were in a dress so that was easy to work with. Javier liked how cute and innocent you looked in dresses, even when doing dirty things. “Underwear on or off?”

“On. Can’t be letting you get too dirty, can I?”

You loved how he always cared for your comfort and safety. Just as you’re told, you straddle hs black boot, lowering your pussy until the tip slid against your clit, making you shutter. Javier chuckles. 

“Cheating little minx, I didn’t say you could get off.”

You obey, getting on his boot and humping away, mewling and whimpering like the needy little thing you were.

“Such a good kitten.” Javi praises you, patting your hair softly to not mess anything up. Javier appreciated how much care you put into your appearance, and had respect for that. “Dirty girl just needs her daddy doesn't she?”

“Yes” You whine, grinding on him, feeling your underwear soaking and you were sure it was getting on his shiny, polished boots. “Please fuck me, Javier, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” You wrap your arms around his leg, clinging to him for security and stability as you debase yourself for him. “I’m so wet, I need you, only you…”

“Kitten needs her daddy to fuck her silly?”

You nod against his thigh, edging yourself slowly closer to that high, but you dare not tip over. Your dress flutters around your legs with each movement.

Tears prickle at your eyes, heat flushing over your whole body and even sweat at your hairline, evidence of your desire for him. “Daddy, please.” You choke a sob, still refusing to cry but needing him so badly.

“Oooooh, poor little thing… don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, always will. Get off.”

Excited, you pry yourself off him and make a move towards the bed, but Javier stops you. “Now, now, kitten, you have to clean up your mess first.”

For a moment you’re confused, desire and need clouding you, but when he points to his boot, you see wetness. Ah.

You get on your hands and knees, swaying your butt as your crawl towards him and keep eye contact. Little kitten licks on his boot, tasting the leather and your own juices on him, a tangy and stark combination. Sure to keep you back arches for him, you wiggle your booty as you give a final, long lick to the shiney black boot.

“All clean, daddy.”

Javier towers above, tall and handsome. His nose is beautifully arched and you admire the way his hair lays. It was getting a little long, slight hints of curls breaking out at the ends. His mustache was your favorite, even better when it was soaking wet.

“Such a good girl…” Javier hums above you, motioning you to lay on the floor, which you obey immediately. “But such a needy girl… what am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me?” You say hopefully with a broad smile.

Javier’s chuckle is fond and genuine. “Maybe…” Then, he takes his boot covered foot and places it between your legs, pressing down on your still-clothes cunt. From your back, you look up at him and christ he’s tall like this. Broad as all hell, it’s like the whole room is just Javi. He undoes his belt. “Or maybe I need to teach a naughty kitty how to behave.”

You can’t help but buck your hips, grinding against the ridged soles.

Javier takes the belt off in one swift pull, making it snap.

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Thank you so much for reading!!! This was just a quick thing that came to me this morning as I was still half alseep lol. YES I LIKE FEET OKAY. Kinda want a part 2 with steve LOL

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[goodolddumbbanana]

Ruin you two-faced little shit!!! Am I the only one who sees Ruin is acting right now? Does anyone see it too???

When he interacts with Nexus, he seems still in his polite annoying facade. But when he talks with Dark Sun, he immediately switches to UwU please don't hurt me 🥺🥺🥺 baby.

And the way he asks Dark Sun for one day off just to rest? Sus...

From what I see, He is trying to manipulate Dark Sun, trying to make Dark Sun feel pity for him. Because at the end of the episode, Dark Sun asks Nexus to treat Ruin better, really proving how annoying Dark Sun saw Nexus treated Ruin.

And the way he acts so much like Sun (proving his help for Nexus, leaving Nexus alone with amounts of supplies, acting both nonchalant and polite mixing with little anxious when interacting with people?

Dark Sun even still claims himself as Sun? And ask Ruin to call him Sun? (yes babygirl, you are Sun, you are still Sun!!), that means, he still has some levels of empathy for Ruin, someone just like him before, was treated badly by a Moon, or Nexus now.

(I love that he still thinks of Nexus as Moon. Like sure buddy, choose whatever name you like. You still is a piece of shit like before.)

And I love that Dark Sun still holds a little bit of morality compared to Nexus, the one who not only lost it, but also actively became worse on purpose.

And with Nexus.... Haizzz, I am lost at words.

That dude went from my favourite character to this.... Baby man. (I still love him though, I'm .... Trying to trust the progress but it is really hard here man!!!)

And he keeps telling himself he doesn't care about anything... I started to think what happened with Nexus may be related to Negative power, cuz Nexus has shown a lot of weird symptoms when he jumped in the portal before, like having headaches or error in his system when he first woke up...

I hope Nexus doesn't do the ' I am Monster Now' roleplay with Solar or ask him to join Nexus because it will be very cringe...

The idea that Nexus only thinks of Solar as his only brother makes me sick in the stomach. (Plz show don't go in the direction.... I prayed 2 months ago and I would prayed again.)

Guess they will meet soon. I honestly want to see how Sun and Nexus interact more than with Solar, seeing how even Sun's name comes out of Nexus'mouth makes Nexus sick in the stomach.

It really feels like for me Nexus is actively ignoring Sun. Like from doesn't want to say Sun's name, to the point rather analyze the code that makes Sun (hardcode, really hard) more than just kippnad Sun.

Like with Moon, he wants to pick a fight, to prove himself as superior (ironically he now really resembles Eclipse.)

With Earth, he shares a little bit of guilt for what he has caused, and throws it all away after that. He doesn't think Earth understands him, and With Lunar, he kinda hates him cuz Lunar really has not treated Nexus very well in the past.

But Sun... The name only says it out loud make him vomit? The only person that makes him that reactive is Moon...

I don't know... Maybe I am still attracted to Sun and Nexus brotherhood, that I still have hope that Nexus holds a little piece of love for Sun.

Maybe I am delulu.

Maybe the show will end up with Solar save Nexus...

But if that happens, I think I will puke

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

MORE OF ME COMPLAINING ABOUT THE FANDOM

- i’ve seen so many ppl consider andromeda and sirius leaving from their family as an act of love for their muggle born partners. i don’t really like that ESP for sirius. it really downplays their morals and what they fought for.

- why is regulus the forth marauder? where tf did peter go

- if i see one more piece of content that makes sirius leaving the house of black about regulus im going to lose it. “ b-b-but how could he leave his baby brother🥺” that little baby brother was apart of a supremacist terrorist cult let’s be for real

-making characters like lily or remus in ships with those deatheaters assholes is WILD.

-andromeda is everything you want regulus to be give this girl the credit she deserves

-fanon regulus is cringe as hell. you all just took over characters story’s to make it his. he sucked.

-the moment someone brings up that a new ship/hdcs don’t make sense and ppl say “nothing is the hp universe makes sense” i lose a year off my life. let’s use our little heads and figure out that even in a fantastical world. things.can.still.make.sense.with.the.plotline.

- some of the regulus/evan/barty and whatever ways fans are like the WHINIEST fandom i have ever seen. can’t take any (valid btw) criticism on their weird little fetishes and act like they’re being oppressed when people don’t like the same thing as them. not all of you guys obv but a LOT

- “if you don’t like it just scroll” no? some things are objectively wrong and bad and should be discussed grow up

-this fandom is turning into a booktok porn addiction fandom

-a fandom is a place of discussion. people not liking fictional characters and talking about it is not going to kill you

-james’s character got dumbed down so BADLY by all the jegulus nonsense like james being kind of a simp in canon was because his love for LILY was pure and strong. they have a whole ass prophecy.

-making every character queer isn’t doing what you think it’s doing. and frankly idgaf if you make this character queer if that character is a horrible person. doesn’t make them more likable or interesting.

-there is a deep rooted issue of misogyny in this fandom.

-saying that jegulus is not going against lily as a character is not true. fanon regulus is literally lily but like racist. jegulus is literally jily.

-lily evans can love james potter and still be a strong character these two are not linked at all

-dorlene/jily/wolfstar where the sanest ships in the fandom. maybe add rose killer on there cus frankly since it doesn’t change much the characters or storyline it’s okay

-remember when regulus was ace? why did that get completely forgotten

-some of the fancasts did irreparable damage to people’s brains. because hot doesn’t mean better person

-james potter would punch most of the people you ship him with

- jegulus fics where harry is there kid and lily is a surrgate/barely in the pic is CRAZY

-mary is so sexualized? like why

- sirius was canonically better looking than regulus lol

-the black family can be explored so much more besides just the regulus glaze

-REGULUS BARELY CONTRIBUTED TO VOLDMORT BEING DEFEATEDDDDS PLEASE

- some of the new sapphic ships are actually good. nobleflower is very interesting.

[luveline]

hi could i request tasm!peter x autistic!reader? or x miguel, i just got excited when i saw you write for autistic readers i’ve never had that

thank u for ur request!! gentle disclaimer that im not autistic so my frame of ref is based on people i know or what ive read about, please forgive me in case of any inauthenticities <3

Miguel doesn't have much in the way of personal effects, but he has a small glass sphere that rests near one of his monitors in the lab. He occasionally uses it as a paperweight, the milky way inside sparkling in the downtime lighting. 

You're moving it aside to grab up some of his paperwork —to help, he assumes, because you love feeling helpful— when you lose your grip and drop it. It hits the workbench with a sound that makes you cringe, rolling along the bench and over the edge. 

It hits the floor, splintering into a hundred different pieces with an earache-prompting crash. 

Your hands instantly fly to your ears. You take a step back and narrowly avoid splitting open the sole of your shoes on a big chunk of glass.

Miguel's relieved when you don't hurt yourself. Your hands stay cemented to your ears, eyes scrunched closed and shoulders tight, waiting for another sound. He brushes a piece of glass aside and approaches you slowly. 

"You're alright," he says, his fingertips splaying over your elbow. 

You lean forward.

"It's fine. There won't be another loud noise." 

You shake your head side to side but don't speak. Miguel reads it as a correction of his assumption. While he imagines another loud sound would be less than ideal for you, it's not the full reason you've covered your ears. 

Miguel doesn't know what to do, so he guesses. He hooks the leg of a nearby chair with his ankle and yanks it forward to sit you down. That doesn't help (it may even have made things worse). He crouches in front of you.

"What do you need, cariño?" He enthuses his tone with as much softness as it will hold. These days, that isn't a lot, but it's enough for you to peel apart your eyelashes. "Tienes que decirme, ay? You have to tell me." 

"I don't know," you say. 

"Better or worse if I'm touching you?" 

You swallow around nothing. Slowly, you drop your hands to your collar, clenching and unclenching your fists. "It's okay. Sorry, it's not bad." Your hands flop to your lap. "Ah, I smashed your ball. I'm so sorry, I'll get you a new one, I promise." 

"Don't worry about it." 

"But you like it?" you say unsurely.

"I'm a little more worried about you." 

"Why?" You clench your fists again. "Miguel, I know I reacted badly, but I still broke your stuff, you can be mad with me." 

"You didn't react badly," he says. Different than some, sure. He isn't bothered by your response unless you're bothered. He certainly isn't angry about the paperweight.

"You aren't mad?" you ask softly. 

"If I got mad at you for being a dummy I'd be mad all the time." 

"You are mad all the time." 

"Watch it."

Despite what you've said, the loud noise has you unsettled. Your hands continue to clench and unclench, the skin of your knuckles thinning, shaking just a little. Miguel touches your shoulder briefly as he stands, leaving you by the workbench to search the cast iron table that houses the saw. He pulls the drawer forward quietly and grabs the thing he'd been looking for —a pair of noise dampening ear muffs. 

"Would these help?" he asks, offering them to you.

You shake your head even as you take them. "I already heard it, it won't just go away–"

"It doesn't need to go away that fast. Take your time. We'll just sit here." 

You stretch the ear muffs but don't put them on. "I'm really sorry." 

"Don't be stupid," he says. "It's just glass. I can get a new one for five dollars at the pawn shop." 

"You don't look like someone who shops at a pawn shop." 

Miguel takes the ear muffs from you and places them gently over your ears. They don't smother every sound; he's sure you can still hear him as he says, "That's dumb." 

"You're bullying me." 

He puts a finger over his lips. "Quiet." 

You close your eyes, wrap your arms around your waist, and settle down. Your thumbs rub frantically at your elbows for a few minutes until they slow, and your quirked brows relax into a line. You don't rush yourself into feeling better. Miguel wouldn't have it any other way. 

When you're back to a baseline, you rub your face bashfully and point your shoe at the glass covered floor, ear muffs around your neck. "You didn't want to clean it up?" you ask. 

Miguel pretends his attention can't be torn from the blueprints in front of him. He hadn't wanted to make any more noise for you. 

"What, you get to smash it but not clean it?" he asks. He laughs at his own joke. "I have a robot for that." 

You mumble something scornful under your breath and lean over him to grab the paperwork you'd originally intended to complete before your disaster. "Summon the robot. I'll put the defenders back on." 

"You sure?" 

You smile at him gently. "Positive." 

[rambyol]

BEAR WITH ME HERE!

Maybe it’s just me but Bruce Wayne in the Telltale games has a very ‘feminine’ look to him and I mean that in the broadest sense.

(I’m sort of struggling with how to go about this because masculinity and femininity are vague terms that carry a lot of nuance with them so take this with a grain of salt.)

Other iterations of Bruce have always made him masculine and he is still in this game but idk, there’s this feminine aura to him, mainly his facial expressions, and how comfortable he is expressing emotion (when safe to do so). Masculinity and stoicism are associated with each other the same way femininity and emotional expressiveness are. And now I don’t mean to say a man being expressive with his face automatically makes him feminine.

In Bruce’s case, when you play him as a good, compassionate, and curious person rather than a cruel, cold, and calculated one, he (naturally) has this softness to him.

In this Universe, like in many, he’s the billionaire playboy and wealth is at times associated with innocence because of how it can protect you from the cruel reality of the world.

This might be a dumb/cringe comparison but you know whenever a female character comes from wealth/royalty their mostly, if not always, portrayed as innocent, naive, ‘must be shielded at all costs’ etc., (like Disney Princesses if we’re really trying to stretch this) but with male characters it’s their arrogant, pretentious, have a superiority complex (that is if they’re intended to be portrayed badly); Bruce is sort of treated with that ‘must be protected’ mentality—we see how Alfred shields him from the reality of his family, and how Bruce naively assumes he isn’t “corrupted” by money. And upon learning such a devastating truth he, IN SPITE OF IT chooses to continue his DUTY as Batman and I think that drive born out of compassion and atonement reaffirms that feminine aura for me.

[daniyummy]

PART TWO! I'm sorry this took so long, I've had no motivation. But here I am, anyways, this will have fluff, angst and a twinge of smut. CW: Unprotected sex. (Assume you're on the pill)

Part 1 | Part 2

Happy reading!

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You saw it. Of course you did. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of people tagged you. Did you feel bad? No, you were in the right. But, did you miss him? Yeah, really badly. You wanted to go to his apartment and tell him all the things you've been think since he posted that a few days ago.

You wanted an apology in person. Not on a Instagram post. Yet it took balls to do that. Post publicly that you were an asshole to your ex-girlfriend? Sure, you wanted an in person apology, but you were glad that he at least apologized for being an ass. You still loved him. But you didn't know if he moved on already. You didn't know what to do.

Or, did you know what to do?

Were you being a coward? 100%. Hell, you've been staring at the post religiously, it's become a part of your routine. So it was no surprise when you went to scroll you "accidentally" liked it. You quickly unliked it, praying Colby didn't get the notification. You knew he did, but hopefully he missed it. Little did you know, he's been staring at his inbox waiting for that one notification from you. His heart jumped out of his chest once he saw it. He sat up in his bed and nearly tripped well running downstairs to find Sam.

"Sam! She saw it!" Colby screamed, Sam flinched. "Lower your voice, dude." He mumbled, then looked confused. "Who saw what?" Sam looked at him with furrowed brows. "Y/N. Aka the love of my life." Colby held his phone out Sam looked and scrolled to find the notification, his eyes widening. "You think she's still into you? Also, that was cheesy as fuck." Sam cringed, Colby rolled his eyes. "Shut up, it's true. I don't know if she still feels that way.. " He sighed.

"If she liked it, it meant she saw it. She would've ignored it and blocked you if she didn't." Sam says, looking at his friend, a little concern behind his gaze. "Don't wait for her to come to you, one: she won't, two: it makes you seem like a dick who thinks you're above bring the first one to apologise first. But...if you apologise first, you seem desperate." Sam shrugs, Colby looks at him and furrows his eyebrows. "I am desperate.."

"Jesus Christ Colby.." Sam sighs, a slight smile on his face, Colby raised his hands on defense. "What? You told me you wanted me to be more honest with you!" Colby points to Sam, he chuckles softly. "Whatever. You gonna go see her..?" Sam asks, the concern returning. "I want to..I miss her. I'm an idiot for a losing girl like her." He replies, Sam nodded. Colby looked at him in faux shock. "You weren't supposed to agree, you dick!" Colby smacks the back of Sam's head. "They were your words!" Sam argues.

Colby rolled his eyes before grabbing his keys. "I'm going to see her.." He walks to the door before Sam calls out to him. "Use protection!" He teases, Colby grins. "She likes it raw." Colby counters, Sam makes a gagging noise. "Gross, man...I didn't need to know that.." Sam mumbles as Colby leaves to his car.

Colbys drive was quiet, his hands sweaty as he grips the steering wheel, his breath shaky as he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment. He steps out, picking up the flowers he got at the store before driving to your apartment. Colby walks towards to elevator, clicking the button he had multiple times. Walking towards the door he has multiple times. Knocking three times. Preparing for you to open the door. The first thought that came to his mind when you did was

How he forgot how beautiful you are.

You stare at him in shock, and maybe a little pent up anger. "Colby? What the hell are you doing here?" Colby just stares, until he eventually gathering himself. "I-I wanted to apologise..in person. Not like a coward online." His voice is shaky, something you've never seen happen to Colby. He's usually so confident. Not nervous. Like he's confessing to his crush in middle school. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I realize now how much of a dick I was to you. You deserved better. You still deserve better. I never had a serious relationship, one I was monogamous in. That's not an excuse for how shitty I treated you. You don't have to forgive me, but I love you, and want to try again. I under-"

Colbys cut off by your lips pressed against his, his eyes widen before he kissed you back, this wasn't like your usually rough and sloppy kiss with him, he's gentle, loving. He sets the flowers down and pulls your body against his, you pull him in your apartment and he kicks the door closed. He picks you and carries you to your room. Something he's down multiple times, but this is different. Colby gently lays you on your bed, kissing and nipping at your neck.

You watch as he slowly removes your clothes, kissing every inch of your exposed skin. Colby runs his cold hands down your side, you shiver as you gets goosebumps, he chuckles and kissing your forehead softly. "Sorry, darling.." He looks at you, noticing how impatient you look, he smiles and settles between your legs, kitten licking your thighs, moving towards your heat, before, finally, he drags his tongue down your eager cunt.

You moan, Colbys eyes on yours as he continues licking at your pussy, sucking at your clit, lapping your juices like it's his favourite meal. His cock strains against his pants as he hears your moans and whimpers, he speeds up his movements. Colby notices your moans become needy and he smiles. "Cum on my tongue, love. Wan' to taste how good I make you feel." He mumbled into your cunt, and at his words, your body shudders with your orgasm, which he eagerly laps up. Colby slowly comes to a stop, he stands up and takes off his clothes before settling into missionary.

"You want this?" He looks at you, making sure you're okay. You nod quickly, he smiles, but wants to be sure. "I need words, baby." He kisses the corner of your mouth. "Please Colby...I need you.." Your voice barely above a whisper, he kisses you as he slowly pushes his cock into your cunt, you gasp, you forgot how big he was. Colby bottoms out, not moving until you tell him he can, once you nod, he slowly starts thrusting, the thrusts deep and deliberate, you look at him as you realize..

He's making love to you.

Colby Brock, who would usually fuck like a dog, thinking with just his dick, is thinking with his heart and head. He's not being rough. You like this. "So good, sweetheart. You feel so good." You felt that coil in your stomach at his words, you look at him, your eyes needy. "Colby I'm going to cum.." You moan, he kisses your neck and thrusts faster, his hands lazily playing with your tits. "Me too, darling." Colby groans and kisses you as he feels you clench around his cock, he's thrusts become a little sloppy as he fills your pussy with his cum, you finish just after he does.

He pulls out and stands up, throwing his boxers on before walking out of the room, you watch in shock, thinking he was just going to leave. Until he comes back with a damp cloth, a few snacks and some water, he cleans you up gently, like he's afraid he'll break you, he puts his shirt on you, finding a pair of his boxers you "accidentally" kept to slip them on you. before setting the snacks in front of you. "Thought you were tired, so we'll shower in the morning. But thought we could watch a show, eat snacks and sleep." Colby kisses your lips softly, cuddling you.

"Can we watch Brooklyn nine nine?" You ask, he smiles. "Of course we can. I'm still sorry for being a dick." Colby cuddle closer to you. "I'm not going to say its fine, cause it's not, but just work on it. I forgive you." You smile.

You two talk a little, watch the show and eat snacks, before you fall asleep on his chest, he smiles and takes a picture. He posts it on Instagram with the caption "My girl."

Which gets thousands, maybe millions of likes and comments saying how happy they are for him. Colby smiles and kisses your forehead before letting sleep take him.

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Finally got part two done! Hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you have any feedback, and feel free to leave requests!

-★⋆Dani⋆★-

[a-regular-amount-of-spiders]

Into The Night(Wing) Ch 1

Ao3

18+ Minors DNI

This is a bad idea, but it’s also the best idea out of his vast selection of bad ideas. Dick is already tense when he drops down on the roof behind you. Watching carefully as you gracefully spin to face him, standing casually on the landing. You jut out your hip and tilt your head.

“Well hey there pretty bird? To what do I owe the pleasure?” You hop down to walk closer, but keep your distance. He knows that he can’t afford to arrest you right now, but you do not.

“I need a favor.” It takes more effort than he’d like to not cringe. Owing you a favor is likely to end in you stealing something you ordinarily wouldn’t be able to get your hands on.

“Oh, is that so?” You purr, catching on quickly, as you always do. Taking your new-found immunity to get in his space. Your fingers trailing down the front of his suit. He grabs your wrist tightly, unwilling to lose control over the situation.

“Yes. I need you to steal something for me.” Dick bites out the words, holding onto his annoyance with a vice. This is an inconvenience and nothing more. That’s what it has to be. Your face softens slightly, and he wants so badly to hate you for it. Hates the way you observe him.

“Is everything alright, Nightwing?” Your voice is like honey, gentle where he wants it to be teasing and cruel. It almost sounds like you care, and he really hopes you’re trying to manipulate him because that’s a lot better than the alternative.

“Everything is fine.” He dismisses, letting go of your wrist and stepping away, the sly curiosity has returned. “Sionis has a heavily guarded weapons cache and I need a thief that won’t hold onto them.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Ahhh, well, what’s in it for me?” You purse your lips “What if I go through all this trouble and you just arrest me anyways?” You have a taunting lilt to your voice, a faux concern. You move as you talk, loose black clothing draped over your body like ink. A shadow moving through the light.

“You don’t, but people are going to get hurt and given how much money you give away I’m going to assume you don’t want to see a city block get leveled” He replies flatly, because the real answer is that you know him, but if he says that out loud you’ll never let it go. Given the smile stretching across your face and the laugh chiming in the air, you know what he means anyways.

“Oh, does the pretty bird trust me? A petty thief? My, maybe that’s payment alone” You’re still laughing.

“Fuck off” He scoffs, maintaining his neutral expression despite the heat in his chest.

“Only if you say please” You shoot back quickly. He rolls his eyes, and relaxes a bit. If you were going to say no, you would have been long gone. In the few years he’s known you, he’s never known you to spend any amount of time in a conversation you weren’t interested in. Much to his eternal suffering and inconvenience. He waves you closer, pulling up a screen with his gauntlet.

“Here’s the plan, I’ll create a distraction-” He starts to explain, glad that if nothing else you were an attentive listener. He’s less glad that you saw fit to lean into his side so he felt your warmth and the subsequent loss of it when you stepped away.

“I’ll case the area, and find you when I’m ready.” you say, oddly serious. “Make sure you know more details by the time I do.” You wink at him, and he places a hand on his chest in false offense.

“What, is my preliminary investigation not good enough for you?” He leans in towards you, tugging one of the many strips of fabric on the front of your outfit. “They seem good enough when I’m investigating you, afterall how many times have I caught you?” He says, close to your ear, but far enough that you could easily step away if you wanted to.

“How many times have you missed me entirely? How would you even know?” You follow the movement, hand laying over his as you step back, pulling them along in a ghost of a dance.

“I’m sure I’d hear about it on the news.” He follows you, no longer directly holding on as you hop up on the railing again, with a flair that only comes from acrobatic experience. He follows suit, only one upping you slightly with a flair of his own.

“Not if I’m stealing from someone too rich to notice, which is mostly who I steal from mind you.” You hop from one building to the next, barely even looking as you bend and twist, like gravity can’t touch you. He follows your strange dance, the momentum of it flowing through him.

“Is that so? You should tell me all about it. Preferably into a recorder.” He knows his tone is light and amused, but cannot bring himself to maintain a guarded tone.

“Oh? Looking for evidence on me pretty bird?” You laugh, bounding through the city, voice echoing in the alleyways. “Promise to hold it against me?”

“Only in a court of law, dear thief” His laugh joins hers, and he almost forgets he’s not supposed to enjoy your company. It’s time to end the conversation. “I have to get going” He calls, stopping on one of the rooftops. You stop as well, on the one next to him.

“Tired already? I’d have thought you had more stamina?” There’s a strange undertone to what you’re saying. He refuses to assess it.

“Some of us have jobs, instead of stealing.” Is the only response he offers, a reminder to both of you. He is a hero, and you a thief. Your relationship starts and ends there. He doesn’t acknowledge the flinch, and leaps away before he can discern if it's from surprise or hurt. He doesn’t know what he’d do if it was the latter, so he doesn’t think about it. He really, really doesn’t.

Hopefully you wouldn’t do anything to make him regret this collaboration.

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This was the first thought through Dick’s mind as he shoved his window open and tumbled into his bed. He rolls onto his back, sliding the curtains shut with one hand and fumbling with his suit using the other. He doesn’t even get it down his arms, just opening it enough to get his hand under the waist of his underwear, finally getting pressure in his aching cock. He lets out a pathetic noise, hips canting up into his palm, turning his head to press his sweaty face against the pillow. He’s already desperate, and has been for hours. Ever since he met with you on the roof he’s been both grateful and deeply resentful of his cup. On one hand, Nightwing wasn’t fighting crime with an obvious hard on. On the other, there was nothing he could do to give himself any relief until his suit was off.

Your name tumbles out of his mouth, along with a few choice insults. He swears he could hear your confused hum. Can picture the cute way you tilt your head like you know exactly what you’re doing, all fake innocence. Controlling the conversation however you please.

“God-” His throat felt like a vice “What the fuck is wrong with you-”

He’d just needed you to help intercept a shipment for Sionis. You agreed more easily than he had expected, and he’d made the mistake of letting his guard down. As such, when you’d tossed him into the wall of a roof entrance on that second meeting he hadn’t been remotely prepared. Of course it had been too much to hope that you would be normal for once.

He wraps his dry glove around himself, grunting at the abrasive texture of it on sensitive skin. He remembers how you’d pinned his wrists, slotting a thigh between his as you greeted him.

“Fu-ck, saying my name like that, you- mhm”

You’d all but purred his name in his ear as you asked for details like you didn’t have the line of your body pressed against him. He’d managed to maintain his composure, if barely. He’d given a cocky smirk, relaying the mission details like your warmth against him wasn’t sending blood south.

He whines as he remembers you whispering in his ear. Oh, aren’t you such a good boy, pretty bird.

“You talk like you own me-” He sighs your name again “then leave me like this.”

Your breath ghosting over his ear, hand squeezing his hip. Then, of course, someone screamed for help. You’d pushed him towards the sound, Go do your job pretty bird, and sent him on his way, touch lingering. The fantasy version of you conjured in his head smiles, saying well all you had to do was ask for help, pretty bird.

Now, Dick knew he had a thing for adrenaline. Normally it wasn’t an issue on the job if he wasn’t so worked up, but if he was worked up then a bit of adrenaline almost guaranteed he’d be staying that way. So, in line with his typical luck, he’d been busy running around Blüdhaven all fucking night, blood pumping, trying not to embarrass himself, especially since you kept casually dropping in to help. Your smooth voice teasing and entirely unhelpful over the coms.

“Teasing me all night.” Shit, is he crying? He feels pathetic, but can’t stop nearly rubbing himself raw, unable to even begin to take his hand off himself. You’re so cute when you’re flustered. So easy for me. He’s decidedly crying. He runs the rough pad of his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, hips stuttering and tears flowing. God if anyone saw him like this- Dick thinks he’d rather die, so why can’t he just calm down? You’re such a sweet, desperate bird. How pathetic. “I’m not- I’m not-” Desperate? That’s a lie. He wishes he could believe he wasn’t pathetic. “I’m not sweet.” He bites out, words breathy, said into the empty, silent room. Great, he’s talking to his fantasy. The shame welling in his chest does absolutely nothing to deter the tight hold he has on himself. Honestly, to his greater shame, it only adds to the warmth in his belly.

All this to say, Dick was long past reasonable thought. He could practically hear your voice in his ear still, as he pictured what you might say, or better might do if you saw him like this. Sounds painful, pretty bird, you should treat yourself better. Only I can break you. With the image of you kneeling over him with a condescending smirk in mind, he struggles against his own suit, trying to gain more room to maneuver, his hand trapped down by the tight outfit. As he manages to shimmy out of it, he reaches his hand up, skating it across a sluggishly bleeding cut on his shoulder to make his glove slicker, shoving his uniform down to his thighs so he can plant his feet and fuck up into his bloody glove. He thinks of the little compliments you’d give him, voice impressed, but still almost mocking. Gorgeous as you sound, you need to quiet yourself, before your neighbors file a complaint. He shoves the fingers of his free hand in his mouth, the taste of leather, blood, and his own precum bursting over his tongue. He almost bites his own damn fingers off. Easy birdie, you’re doing so well. So good for me.

He’s babbling, he knows it, but nothing intelligible, certainly not with his own hand flitting between his throat and his mouth, the pressure feeling divine. ‘Yes, I’m good for you, please, please let me cum, I need to-’ Why is he asking permission? He imagines your clever fingers on him, wondering how you’d kiss. Would you be as domineering as you were in the field? Or would you yield to him? Would those sharp edges soften under his hands? His grip tightens as he imagines it, that smirk dropping as your mouth falls open, soft lips closing around his fingers. Or maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe you’d stick your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, refusing to let him even touch you as you did what you pleased. His hand speeds up, and he swears he can hear you saying his name through the haze of pleasure, fall apart for me, Nightwing, and the sound undoes him, white streaks painting his chest and hand.

He drifts hazily for who knows how long, before he pushes himself up. He looks down at himself, feeling sore and a bit disgusted at the mess. He strips off the rest of his uniform, putting it aside to wash tomorrow morning, using gauze pads from the open med kit on his nightstand to clean himself up, and taking care of the wounds that he-. God he used his own blood to get himself off, and Dick groans as he somehow finds the will to be embarrassed over it. He stumbles to the bathroom, glancing at the debauched man in the mirror before- Fuck

Fuck no- is that? He sees his com in his ear, and hurriedly checks it. It’s definitely on, which is not good. At the very least, your line is dead, so maybe you’d turned it off before you heard anything. Or more likely, and the thought makes him want to curl up and cry, you’d heard him start and turned it off. Worst case you’d listened and heard him say your name and- had that been your actual voice? Dick really couldn’t be sure. So as he got into the shower he decided to take a page from his family's book and pretend like it never happened, and never acknowledge this again. That and to be twice as paranoid for the next time.

Dick steps into the shower, turning it as hot as it would go, momentarily lamenting that he can’t actually just melt away in embarrassment. He feels sore and bone tired as the water rushes over him, closing his eyes and breathing in the steam. He tries very hard not to think about it, but can’t help himself. Shame wells up in his chest, a familiar feeling, as he pictures you listening. Had you been out in the city or already home? He leans against the wall, water stinging at the abrasions on his skin, pain and embarrassment sending arousal down his spine. He bites his lip, muttering to himself. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

He washes his hair, and his body, ignoring his half hard dick as he does. He’s better than that, really he is. Except what if you’d listened to the whole thing? He’d said your name pretty early on, which may as well have been an invitation. You’d always been flirtatious with him. He’d never exactly dissuaded that behavior either. He barely knew anything beyond your name, but the way you flew was addicting. You had done some sort of gymnastics or performing in the past, showing off almost as much as he did. Giving him an excuse to lean into those skills. He wondered what it would be like to fly with you, instead of next to you. Your arms in his, strong grip on his forearms, trusting him-

He has to stop. The thought of you trusting him, giving in to him in any way made him hard again. He swore, he really was absolutely ruined at this point. It was hard to imagine you yielding though, more likely you’d let him think he was in charge, only to flip him on his back and tell him to behave. His other palm slams against the wall, to stop it from drifting towards his-

You would be gentle, but uncompromising. You never swayed in your thoughts. It’s why he’d had to give up on redeeming you. You wouldn’t stop doing what you wanted, and he couldn’t accept it. Even if the thought of you stealing barely even bothers him anymore, and really he’d worked with much worse people. Is actively friends with people who’ve committed far worse crimes.

Dating is different though. He’d eventually, or he’d want to, bring you into his home. He knows himself, he knows he wouldn’t just be able to hook up and leave. He’d keep going back to her like the idiot he was, drawn into that eternal spiral. God he’d definitely hurt your feelings the other night. Of course he had, after weaving through the night with her and then leaving like that, it can hardly be a surprise. He doesn’t deserve to be touching himself to the thought of you after that. Nevermind that he’d already done so.

While his embarrassment did absolutely nothing to deter him, guilt was a more powerful foe. It beat him easily, as he turned the water off, towling himself dry more aggressively than necessary. He’d tried to put her in her place, labeling her a thief. Labeling her as lesser in an effort to create distance and the worst part is he didn’t even have the decency to maintain that distance. He gave into her every time she approached him, and then hurt her with a cold goodbye soon after.

Dick pulls on soft clothing, stripping his bed, unable to run from his own thoughts. He likes her, a lot more than he has any right to. Certainly more than he wants to. She's frustrating, taunting, always out of reach right until he needs someone to be nearby. He wishes he was more like batman for once. Batman saw the crime, the criminal. Was able to arrest Selina plenty of times. Nightwing always saw the person, whether he wanted to or not. He’d never caught his thief successfully and probably never would at this point. He wishes they had met differently. That he had arrested her that night, but instead, he had been helped. He makes a clean bed, curling in on himself under a soft blanket. He wishes she was next to him. He wishes she would hold him, and absolve his guilt. --------------------------

He dreams of the first time you met. It wasn’t long after Spyral. His family was mad at him and he was just lonely and angry and really not coping well. He was hitting harder, and getting hit more. It was the end of the night and it had started raining- and Dick really despises the rain. He’d slipped, and it wouldn’t have been a big deal because he can catch himself, but your hand caught his. He hadn’t even heard you, and still rarely ever does. You pulled him back up, opening an umbrella over his head. You’d seemed wary, but he hadn’t found out why until later. Your voice was soft, gentle. You’d asked if he was hurt. Asked if he was okay with being touched.

For some reason it was the asking that got to him the most. He’d nodded and you’d pulled him into a gentle hug - how long had it been?- resting your head on top of his. There was no judgment, only a quiet question. “Would you like to talk about it, anything else, or just stay here awhile?”

He just shook his head, carefully wrapping his arms around your waist. You were so soft and warm. You smelled nice, it filled his senses, distracting him from the rain pattering around him. He breathed deeply, relaxing into it. Hating himself a little bit for being like this near a stranger, but he really hadn’t had anyone else offer in way too long. He didn’t even notice that his phone was out of his pocket, before it was pressed against his ear. You had pulled away, pressing the umbrella in one hand, and the phone in his other, pushing it so he could hear Wally’s confused voice. He’d been so startled he hadn’t seen where you’d gone, let alone how you’d even opened his phone to being with, or found it.

Wally had come over. When Dick asked what you had said, apparently you’d only told him to “come take care of your bird. He’s sad.” Which, he didn’t quite know how to feel about. But Wally had brought pizza, and a hug, and didn’t say anything when Dick fell apart in the living room. You had been so kind, and he’d wanted to thank you. None of his gratitude stopped the feeling of betrayal when the next time he saw you, you were stealing. He’d been angry, so angry that he’d pursued you for the better part of the night. He never thanked you, and you never brought it up. Never used it against him, even when he insulted you. He’s grateful he wasn’t able to catch you that night, but he’d gotten close enough to know that you were certainly the same person. Of course you’d thrown him off a roof right after he got that close, which is perhaps fair.

He had been too angry then, to pay close attention to how you moved. Unfortunately he had thought about it extensively after. -------------------------------------------------------------------

Dick didn’t want to care about you. But every time he stopped being angry, every time he needed a hug, or to talk. You somehow ended up standing next to him. Never pushing, but never leaving him alone when he didn’t want to be. You also stayed well out of his way the nights he did want to be alone. The nights where he just wanted to sink into Nightwing, and forget about Dick Grayson.

Why couldn’t you just be a thief?

Chapter 2

[atla-confessions]

"...projecting the Zutara dynamic onto Zukka..."

I am sorry, how is that even possible? Sokka and Katara are very different characters, with different personalities, different personal subplots, different stories of relationship with Zuko. Even if the shippers (both zutara and zukka) make water siblings OOC, Katara and Sokka still don't resemble each other at all, and also have nothing in common with the canon sibling character.

Haven't read a lot of zukka fics – do they really have plots where Sokka is totally miserable in his marriage and has to be saved from his abusive canon spouse (Suki, I suppose?) by a knight in shining armor Zuko? Do they have plots where quiet obedient Sokka is hated and constantly bossed around by his family and his whole village, forced to do all the work for everyone, until saint Zuko shows up to save him from boring laundry and mending clothes and neverending cooking? Do they have plots where Sokka is so tired of being nice to everyone and always pretending to be happy regardless of the shit happening around/with him, and Zuko is the only one who allows him to unleash his hate on the world, which is somehow the true Sokka's character? Because, despite having a limited knowledge about zutara dynamic as well, I've seen the things listed above pretty often in fics about Zuko and Katara, and literally never – in fics about Zuko and Sokka. I also haven't seen the catacombs scene or "The Southern Raiders" rewritten in any way with Sokka in Katara's place. Do such things even exist? Are they popular? Seems not, but I am not an expert, so if you know this stuff, please share, I need to cringe sometimes.

Also the overall zutara attitude looks like something "this pairing should be canon, look how meaningful it is, it carries the whole narrative, all the themes, all the symbolism, they are destined for each other, etc.", while zukka is more like "these two both can be very smart and very stupid, and it's fun imagining them together". So zukka doesn't even need dynamic from zutara, it will just be of no use.

If you were talking about ambassador-of-the-water-tribe-in-the-fire-nation or fire-lord's-consort or arranged-marriage type of things, I am sorry, no pairing "owns" that. Similar things might exist for any pairing where one of participants is royal and the other is an important foreigner. Or are you referring to wedding necklaces? Katara is not the only one who is allowed to wear it. I understand that zutara became popular earlier and zukka later, but it doesn't mean projecting. If these plots/tropes – not a dynamic, but at least all this stuff I have seen in both pairings – work well (or very badly) for zutara, they work just as well (or as badly) for zukka. Seriously, two characters in the pairing marrying each other is not something that haven't existed before Atla.

If you meant something that I haven't mentioned here, please, tell me what you were talking about because I am really confused with this phrase of yours.

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