#I MISSED SOMETHING SO OBVIOUS AAAA

[paapasmurf]

IM FCKN PISSEDOFF I MISSED THAT PAPA SMURFS SHOULD HAVE BROWN BEARD AND NOT WHITE AAAGGHHHH

¿Crees que podrás dibujar algún arte conmovedor de padre e hijo entre Papá Pitufo y Pitufo Torpe?

EN PRIMER LUGAR. NO SE LLAMA TORPE, SE LLAMA TONTÍN. ODIO K LA NUEVA SERIE DOBLADA LES CAMBIARA NOMBRES AAAGH

Hice esto, sirve?

[hecksupremechips]

I think the best way to describe my feelings about aini is like if you were craving this specific meal from some distant restaurant you haven’t been to in ages and you try to replicate it on your own and it actually tastes decently good but then you get to eat the original again and you’re like “oh god what the hell I’ve been making garbage this whole time why did I think I could beat the original”

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

on school reunion, the krillatane leader eats a kid , bc as it says, she was an orphan... "there's no one to miss you" on rise of the cybermen, the cybus industries take homeless people as their test experiments. there is no one to mourn these deaths but the audience.

[anantaru]

aventurine smut headcanons pretty please miss yoru <333

cw. [ex]plicit, dom aventurine, rough, a little filthy, fem! reader

a/n. i couldn't stop typing aaaa I love this man, he is so attractive guys giggles

without dissembling the obvious, aventurine was crazy, because he could go on for hours and hours if you wanted him to, always seeking for more.

he was insatiable, uncontrollable when he first sinks himself into your heat and moans out embarrassingly loud to show you what exactly you're doing to him.

his head falls back when you watch him gulp down the assembled saliva in his mouth, his adams apple jostling as he presses his slicked cock back into you, greedily stuffing you full.

this time, it's faster, weaved in need, and aventurine tends to ask you too, wants to know if it feels good as you nod at him weakly, arching your back just enough to keep his cock slotted where it was while sensations race back through your quivering skin.

you were swarmed on how good it felt, speechless as your mouth hangs open the moment he finds a good pace for the both of you, thrusting deep and deep and deep into you, claiming you with the thickness of his girth.

"show me how much of a messy girl you are," only aventurine could say something this filthy with a casualness in utter contrast, particularly while placing his hands under your hips to arch you the way he had found to be the most immaculate— so he can feel you tighten, wrap and suck on his shaft with your warm, wet cunt engulfing him fully.

"f-faster," you babble, "go faster," and he chuckles at your sweet eagerness, "surely that's what you need, sweetheart?"  as he raises an eyebrow before burying his face into your hair, a groan ruminating over the thin layer of skin on your neck as he does exactly what you told him to do.

and remember, he was seriously crazy, his cock remorselessly whacking your insides, rubbing without surcease over your sore walls like he knows you needed him to.

messes of spit ooze down each corner of your mouth as you're being practically thrown back and forth the bed, your jaw slacked open as you attempt to moan out something, anything would do, but the continuous blows and pressures on your pussy had suddenly taken over your bodily functions.

"you're close, i can feel it," aventurine slurs messily into your mouth before lapping through your lips with his tongue. he did it so eagerly he almost missed and hit your chin a little, the notable, coarse sounds of your pussy being filled and pleasured adding to the sensation.

"i just need you to hang on, yeah?" the wanton knots in your lower stomach untwisted a whole lot quicker than he'd originally expect them to, but undoubtedly, he doesn't mind watching the fruits of his labor glow into a flowering fancy.

who would've thought that aventurine would make you cum that fast? naturally, he did. he expected it.

that's all that can happen when you take into account just how thick his girth would push through each crevice of your walls, at once and immediate— his temperate shaft crossing your creamy walls like he was trying to corrupt you.

pop, and the knots in your stomach begin to explode, and all you can do was cry out through a strained jaw when he fucks you through it, your addicting juices gushing over his shaft and pelvis, filthily dribbling down his balls as you claim him with your arousal, the white substance clinging on his skin like the sweetest, stickiest honey.

"oh my," he sighs dreamily, "you're way too generous, dear," a satisfied grin glittering over the small dimples on his cheeks.

such excess of your fluids have certainly hugged his ego tight, aventurine will make sure to never forget savoring this moment even in his memories and dreams.

the sheer feeling of his hands meeting your body brought forth additional sparks of emotions that pressed to the surface of your skin, changing the temperature of your complete frame.

your pussy squelches and throbs around him obscenely loud, the only reason for it being just how helplessly wet he made you in this short period, granted that you knew that he'd fuck you the entire night if you so desired it.

and oh, how well he fucked you, how desperately he massages your juices over your walls like he saw it as a sick challenge to unravel you faster each time.

hot to his movements, you tiredly wrap your arms around him while laying all but spent against the bed— but aventurine doesn't stop here, while naturally, his thrusts had switched into deep grinds instead, a level slower, but still being able to feel up your staggeringly hot splotches.

for one searing, hot second, he listens to your tremulous heaves. his hand slides from your hips to your face as to drag his thumb over the tears coated cheeks, holding you delicately in clear contrast to his rough demeanor in bed.

"you're so pretty, fuck, so damn pretty," aventurine spills his deep feelings for you into this, into the jellylike utterance of his words— and do not misunderstand, because he was still crazy, touch starved of you.

but now, his touch was tender, cushiony as how you'd imagine clouds to be.

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[badaseyebags]

private lessons ⋆｡°✩ chapter 2 ⟢

fluffy, suggestive, smut in upcoming chapters

word count: 3k+ (phew)

warnings: very obvious power dynamics, just some making out, a bit of begging, lots of praise, lots of pet names, BADA CALLS HERSELF MOMMY!!!! aaaa

author’s note: i’m back 😳 i’m sorry that this took much longer then i expected, pls don’t block me 😞 i hope this is readable and not too disappointing @-@ i promise there’s actual smut coming soon! feel free to leave some feedback/suggestions! thank you so much for reading ♡ -booger 🍞

with one last glance in the mirror you gathered the remainder of your courage and slipped on your shoes, grabbing your purse with shaky hands. why were you so nervous? it’s not like you’re going over to her house to get bent over. you’re simply going to get tutored. unfortunately you remind yourself why you’re in this position in the first place, due to your lack of concentration during her classes. you sigh shaking your head, applying a second coat your favourite lipgloss nonetheless, just for good measures! was it too much? was it obvious you put in a little more effort than you usually do? would she notice? why would she? and why do you even care so much in the first place? she’s just a teacher after all..

she had texted you the address and you realised she actually lived a bit further, which is probably why she offered to come pick you up in the first place, not wanting to inconvenience her any further you politely refused. maybe you were starting to regret it knowing it’ll take a long time to get there by bus, and you’ll most likely be late.. late to your first ever tutoring class, what a great way to start. woohoo!

you put your headphones on, making your way into the bus and finding an empty seat all the way in the back. that way you could have some privacy to collect yourself before you meet her. actually.. that wasn’t really working and you began getting more nervous so you decided to pull out your notebook to mindlessly doodle for the time being. it turned out quite cute you thought to yourself, staring at the sketch, imagining those two figures kissing were you and her. oh no, you’re doing it again. you and your stupid imagination! and that’s not even the first time you caught yourself doing something so silly. you close your notebook shoving it back into your bag, just a few stops away from your destination. phew. time to actually collect yourself!

with wobbly knees you make your way to her apartment, palms sweaty as you smooth them over your skirt. 10 minutes, you’re 10 minutes late.. would she notice? she’s having a day off that she sacrificed specifically to help you, and you dare come late? oh no, you’re definitely screwed. you start panicking as guilt washes over you, practicing your apology in your head, accidentally ringing her doorbell in the process. fuck. you didn’t mean to do that just yet, you weren’t ready. if you’re fast enough you can just ru-

you heard the door nob turning, soon revealing a tall slim figure in front of you. “oh miss y/n! you decided to show up after all, and here i thought you didn’t need my help anymore” she teases giving you a half smile making your heart jump, not only due to you being late, but because of how effortlessly attractive she looked with her two toned hair tied back into a messy loose braid, complimenting her light blue button up paired with some slacks. not to mention the sound of her half groggy voice calling out your name and the way it slid past her lips so smoothly.

“h-hello mrs. lee i am so sorry for being late! i didn’t”before you could finish your apology she chuckled, shaking her head. “no need to apologise sweetie, i was just teasing a little. come on in, make yourself at home.” you blink up at her, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. you just greeted her and messed up? damn already? was it because she called you sweetie?! god, you’re hopeless.

“i won’t bite.” she chuckled again, walking into her apartment leaving you with no choice but to follow behind her, timidly shutting the door as you entered. you swore you could hear her quietly mumble something under her breath, but you decided it was your twisted mind playing tricks on you once again. for the sake of your sanity. “here here, have a seat. care for some tea? coffee perhaps?” she pulls out a chair for you and this small gesture alone has your heart fluttering for no reason. you look down shyly, taking a seat and avoiding her gaze. “i..uh.. anything is fine, thank you.” you mumble trying not to keep yourself composed. she smiles nodding as she reaches for the jar of instant coffee. “i haven’t had my coffee yet, since i wasn’t sure if you’d like to drink some with me. do you like yours with milk, sugar?” was she calling you sugar or was she asking you whether or not you wanted sugar in your coffee? …and she waited for you to have coffee? yeah, as if. you need to stop being delusional. “miss y/n?” she glanced back at you knocking you of out your prolonged silence. “i-i would like both please.. i like my coffee s-sweet” you close your eyes in embarrassment as another stutter leaves your clumsy lips. you swear you never stutter. she chuckles in response as she prepares your drink. “we are quite the opposite, i prefer mine black.” she gives you a soft smile, sitting down across from you, setting your drink in front of you. you mutter a shy thank you as your hands reach for the spoon, mixing some sugar into the warm beverage. “oh that’s nothing, i usually make really good coffee but my coffee machine broke recently so.. instant coffee will have to do for now.” you nod quickly, fingers gripping the handle and side of the cup. “that’s fine! any coffee is good! i actually prefer instant it’s not like i know much about coffee anyways-” your lips are faster then your brain causing you to blurt out such a fact about you, which only made her smile wider. “oh we really are opposites, maybe i could change your mind once i make you a proper cup, hm?” you blush nodding fast in agreement, did that mean you’d be seeing her more then just this one time? you try to calm your nerves by bringing the cup to your lips, taking a little sip. maybe it’s better to keep your mouth busy so you don’t end up embarrassing yourself even more.

“so y/n… just how much experience do you really have?” she also brings her own cup to her lips, eyes fixated on yours. your eyes widen, the coffee you tried swallowing getting stuck in the back of your throat at her question, resulting you in coughing out loud making her put her cup down and lean towards you in worry. “are you alright sweetie? was it too hot? did it burn you?” you cover your mouth, calming yourself down as you shake your head noticing bada is very professional and calm despite asking such a personal question.

maybe you are too shy after all and you should be more open when it comes to talking about your sex life. people do it all the time, it’s totally natural. you hear others talk about it all the time. but then again why would she ask you such a private question out of nowhere? maybe she’s just a very social person, this is how adults talk and there shouldn’t be shame. it’s not like you ever talked about sexual things with anyone, but you know others do. like with their friends, parents, therapists, lovers.. you just need to get over the embarrassment and step out of your shell, you could learn a lot from her, be as mature as she is, even when it comes to such topics. she sure wouldn’t judge you no matter what, she’s a teacher after all. “i’m fine! i’m just.. not too good at talking about such topics.. but i… well…i don’t have much experience… none at all actually. that’s really embarrassing to admit. others my age have already done so.. many times.. maybe i am really slow or something..” you chew on your bottom lip, struggling to keep your head up to look at her, choosing to look into your cup instead. if you could see your own reflection in the coffee you’re sure your face would be beet red by now. that’s when bada herself chokes a little as your unexpected response.

you totally misinterpreted what she was asking. she was asking about your experience on the subject she was supposed to tutor you on, not your sexual experience. did she give you the wrong impression? was she being too obvious with her interest in you? were her flirting attempts not as subtle as she attempted? no way, with how empty headed you are they probably flew right past you, she thought. well.. it’s not like she wasn’t curious about that in the first place, but she wouldn’t have asked so suddenly. however, she didn’t have the heart to embarrass you like that by correcting you and telling you that you misunderstood her question.

she just cleared her throat and went along with it. was she willing to risk it all? this made her want to corrupt you even more, but she can’t. not yet. you made her lose her composure. she needed to fix that and get back in charge. she won’t let it, let you, fluster her. “sweetie..there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. that’s exactly what i’m here for.” she decided to test out the waters, see if you were as submissive and truly empty minded around her as she painted you to be. her hand was itching to get a feel of your skin, she was struggling to fight it. she needs to take this slow she reminds herself, she doesn’t want to scare you away. but it seems like you’re already falling into her trap. your eyes instantly snap up to meet hers, to make sure weather you heard her correctly.

“it would be such a pity if you left without learning anything.. wouldn’t that make me a bad teacher, hm?” she furrows her brows in faux sympathy as her hand finally reaches out, gently cupping your cheek making you look up at her. you gasp at the sudden contact and your current situation. “oh y-yeah… i’m here to be tutored-“ you try to avoid her gaze, once again looking down in embarrassment. your nervousness made you think of studying again, which is the reason she invited you over. right? you must be totally misunderstanding this. you’re just being delusional, you tell yourself.

despite you both sitting down she visibly towered over you, not just in her height, but in her presence alone. you could feel her knees ever so gently pressing against your own if you weren’t trying so hard to distract yourself.

was she sitting so close to you from the start?

she scoffs in amusement, her lips forming a fake frown. “oh you poor little thing.. you really thought i wouldn’t notice the way you look at me during class? that i can’t see right through that pretty little head of yours? you’re a smart girl y/n, we both know you don’t actually have a issue with learning..” your cheeks heat up as you’re forced to meet her gaze that looks more intimidating then ever. she just exposed you. she knew it this whole time. you didn’t think your crush on her was that visible. your lips part to speak but no words come out making her grin. her thumb slides past your bottom lip ever so gently, almost knocking the air out your lungs. “i think.. you could do so much better, all you need is just a little motivation.” she hovers over you, her thumb now reaching the corner of your lips, collecting the remainder of coffee and bringing it up to her own lips. her eyes flutter shut momentarily, licking her thumb clean and savouring the flavour with a hum. “so sweet indeed..” she hooks her pointer finger under your chin, making you look up at her. chuckling softly she leans in further, her thumb stroking just below your bottom lip as her eyes trail from your eyes to your lips and back. “are you gonna let me have a taste, doll?”

you gulp, your own eyes focused on her lips, slowly nodding as you look up at her. “now now, wouldn’t that be too easy?” she leans in closer, lips near your ear. “you’ll have to be a good girl and ask for it.” your mouth goes completely dry as you gulp. your hands clutch a fist full of your skirt, tension so thick it could cut air separating you two. you mutter under your breath, scared your voice will betray you. “mrs. lee.. could you.. umm.. can you kiss me?” you shut your eyes tight, hoping she would kiss you then and there. instead you only hear a dry chuckle.

you open your eyes, attention on her as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear, confusion painted on your face. “thats not how a good girl asks. not even a please? now that’s not very polite, is it? i’m starting to think you don’t deserve it.” you whine shaking your head. “no no i’m sorry! please… please kiss me?” you look up at her desperately. “aww you want a kiss that bad?” she coos cupping your cheek, smirking at the heat of it against her hand. you nod fast, leaning into her touch, totally submitting to her.

“use your words, tell mommy what you want.” she raises her brow, waiting for you to finally say it. your cheeks feel like they’re on fire now, heart beating faster then before as you stumble over your own words. “m-mommy?” you shyly repeat after her, eyes widening, cheeks painted red. you could see the shift in her eyes, and the way it affected her.

she closes her eyes for a little, biting her lip almost as if she’s savouring the sound of your voice calling her that. “how fucking cute.” she rests her thumb against your bottom lip, softly pulling it down. “doing such a good job begging mommy for a kiss…” you close your eyes tightly at her praise, almost whining from such a small action. she leans in, her lips just a few millimetres away from your own. you could feel her breath against your lips, covering your skin in goosebumps. she keeps one of her hands against your cheek, while the other rests against the top of the chair you’re sitting on. she gives your cheek a soft stroke before finally connecting both of your lips.

her soft plump lips smashing against yours felt like a reward. it felt like they were on fire, the way your lips burnt when she pressed her own against them. her fingers against your skin were so gentle, tracing the outline of your cheek, barely touching your skin as if you were made of glass. her lips were telling a different story as her kisses only deepened. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so you loosely griped the fabric of her blouse. she felt you fidgeting and decided to slide one of her hands down to reach for your hand, giving them a soft squeeze before wrapping them around her neck. this gave her the opportunity to drag her hands down your body as she scooped you up in her arms. without breaking the kiss she lifted you and placed you on the table next to her, making you wrap your arms around her tighter. she experimentally dragged her tongue against your bottom lip so gently, your lips parted in surprise. she smirked sneaking her tongue inside your parted lips that granted her access. you let out a little whimper at the feeling of your tongues gliding against each other. you could almost taste the bitterness of the coffee aftertaste mixing with your sweet one and for once, it was delicious. you were everything she wanted and she wanted.. needed more. eager to be closer to you, one of her hands slid down your thigh, slightly parting them as she pushed herself in between, she just couldn’t get enough. with one of her large hands hand stroking the outer side of your thigh, and other one playing with your hair you couldn’t help but shiver in her touch. it was like she was devouring you whole. your body feeling so soft and tiny pressed up against hers. it was driving her insane. she pulled away breathing heavy, admiring your flushed face and slightly messed up hair, remainders of your lipstick smeared all over your lips as you look at her with what she could only describe as hearts in your eyes.

fuck, she’s so screwed. she knows it’s over for her. you wrapped her around your pretty little finger and you didn’t even know about it. heck, you didn’t even have to do anything. you submit to her so easily and that was more then she needed. there’s no way she could just return to just being your teacher, she had to make you hers. you pout slightly as she pulls away, already reaching for her, wanting to feel her lips against yours again. you got her heart beating as hard as she made yours. subconsciously shivering in her arms. as she leans in placing gentle pecks on your lips followed by your cheeks, so much more gentle and affectionate then she was just moments ago. “mommy has to stop before she gets too greedy..” she breathes out as she cleans your messed up lips with her thumb, knowing what she meant you nod, still leaning into her touch. she pressed a final kiss to your lips before pulling you into her embrace, your head in her chest, hands soothing your back.

“let me drive you home precious, it’s way too late for you to be going out on your own.” she gently pats your head, before she realises. “you didn’t bring any jacket with you?” you shake your head at her question, once again fidgeting with your skirt, slightly swinging your feet back and forth as they dangled off the table. “i’m not letting you leave like this.” you blush looking up at her as she brings you her sweater that is much bigger on you then it is on her. she taps your arms signalling you to raise them which you do, making her smile as she dresses you up. “how cute..” she admires you for a moment, fighting back the urge to squeeze you in her arms before offering you her hand which you accept as she helps you off the table. unable to keep her hands off you, she’s smoothing her hands over your clothes in attempt to fix them. “are you ready to go, pretty girl?” she pecks your nose, grabbing her keys as she grabs your hand. you giggle nodding as your heart flutters at her treatment, clinging onto her arm, letting you guide you to her car.

of course she opened the door for you and closed it after you sat down before she got in herself. of course she told you to keep the sweater because she wants to see you in it more often. of course she told you to keep this a secret as she pecked your forehead goodbye. of course your head was filled with nothing but her as you laid in your bed, wearing nothing but her sweater as you drifted into slumber, hoping you could see her even in your dreams, the scenes from earlier on repeat. you were starting to really look forward to these private lessons..

[lighthouseshepard]

uhhh you asked for asks???

srry i feel so self conscious rn

clingy human john!! do with that what you will :D

i love ur writing so much btw, like three of ur works are in my comfort fic bookmark collection 💖💖💖

WHAT IF I CRIED SJHFfj. thank you so much ;_; your art srsly sustains me 💖💖

and thank you for the ask AAAA! this was really fun to write out!! it got... a bit away from me length-wise. but i just really love clingy human john <3

He senses the hands poised and waiting on each side of him before he even opens the fridge.

John was never one for subtlety. He was crafty, certainly, and intricately aware of his own innate cunning to get what he wanted, often to the annoyance and detriment of everyone around him. Manipulation by default carried its own brand of skillful deception, an artform of hiding partial truths in favor of what you wanted others to believe instead. But rarely did it require him to be totally discreet in those aims - and even now when he had grown so far beyond the king he used to be, his lack of remaining subtle in every single act grew with him.

"John," Arthur says slowly. "Can I open the refrigerator, please?"

Those arms wrap around him before the sentence is even fully out of his mouth. John holds him loosely as he comes to stand just behind him, draped like so much heavy wool, the differences in their heights never more apparent than when he rested his chin atop Arthur's head. 

"I don't know," John muses thoughtfully, "can you?"

Arthur sighs, fighting helplessly against the curve of a smile. "It's only been five minutes since I got up," he recalls. "I told you I was coming back soon enough."

"Mhm," comes the indifferent hum. His breath stirs a few wayward strands of swept back hair. John's own long black curls had spilled over his shoulder, tickling the side of Arthur's cheek. "I missed you, though."

"Five minutes," he emphasizes, attempting and failing to reach up and grip the refridgerator's handle. "You couldn't wait for me that long?"

"I got bored," says John nonchalantly. "It's too cold in there."

"What do those things have in common, exactly?" he asks airily, giving into a grin.

Rolled eyes go unnoticed as John hugs him tighter, chest pressed against his back. "The heating is out," he clarifies as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I was impatient waiting for you to come back. You're the warmest thing in the house right now, ergo, I came to find you."

"I see." He nods sagely. "Ever the survivalist. Wouldn't want you to freeze to death. May I have my hand back, please?"

"Can I have it when you're done?"

"Yes, John, Jesus Christ," Arthur laughs, the sound dancing joyfully around the tiny kitchen. "I just need a moment."

With a grumble, he relents, releasing the left hand only. Arthur's other remains solidly trapped under the reach of John's left arm, fingers brushing the backs of scarred knuckles absentmindedly. It grounds as much as it distracts, and when he's finally able to open the door and stand sightlessly in front of the cool draft wafting out, he forgets entirely what he was going to make.

"What are you looking for?" John asks him, unconsciously mirroring the thought. His chin hasn't moved. Every miniscule movement of Arthur's he matches, the two of them swaying imperceptibly in place. 

"Something to eat, clearly," he says drily. "Any suggestions?"

John shifts briefly to put both palms on either side of his waist, feeling the curve there. "Something fattening," he recommends. "It's still like grasping a slip of tissue paper."

Arthur huffs, but doesn't give in to the gentle ribbing. "I'm trying, alright? I’ve a lot to make up for."

"Try harder. More of you means more for me to hang onto."

It had been this way ever since they'd gained him the body both had worked so hard to achieve. From day one John had clung to him like someone starved of affection his entire life - and in all aspects of the phrase, he very much was. Out in public they tended to keep a lower profile, relying on the indiscretion of linked pinky fingers when walking or shoulders bumped playfully against one another, but rarely did it satisfy their longing for the comfort of simple touch. At home, safe from prying glances and safe in each other, John followed him almost everywhere he could. Usually his excuses were believable enough for Arthur to concede to them, but after a while John gave up pretending altogether. 

In complete honesty with himself, Arthur would never have turned him away, false reasons for wanting to be near him or not. He would drape himself over Arthur's neck while he played piano, something he knew tickled him enough to lose focus; he cared very little about this, only lamenting the stall of music. He would lay his head in his lap while John described the movie they were watching, eyes fluttering shut when wandering hands played with his hair, losing the plot entirely. A bed empty on one side soon became the two of them slotted neatly together, neither looking for anything more than someone to breathe next to, hold through the small hours of the morning. 

All those eons alone, Arthur thinks to himself as he reaches for the bread. All that time spent denied any tangible adoration or connection, unable to consider what that could even mean, too large in the scope of his unending dominion to conceive of something so plainly momentous as two hands coming together. No wonder he was ravenous. It must have felt like finally being let inside after staring for so long through the glass.

All that history behind him, and it only made him want to feel loved. In this, Arthur could resonate well.

"John?" he asks, setting the bagged loaf on the counter. John follows behind him, still wrapped. Arthur could have stood on his toes and had him walk them both across the room if he wanted to. 

"Hmm?"

"What's it like?"

John blinks drowsily. "What is what like?"

"Being able to touch, I mean. I know you had my hand, of course, but with your own body I imagine it's much different to experience humanity through."

John considers this as he watches the sandwich forming, not bothering to help as Arthur struggles to grab a plate over John's cemented grip. He'd mulled it over on multiple occasions, tried numerous ways to explain it. All his eloquence went out the window when faced with such a question, simple on its face but possessive of an entire linguistic ocean underneath.

His mouth opens, a half formed sentence lingering there, before promptly closing. Arthur winces at the tap of his jaw against the top of his head.

"Ouch?"

"Sorry."

He can't find the words. Perhaps he didn't need to. This source of physical consolation and the way he coveted it would have to be enough to make him understand. The sensation of fresh cotton clothing, skin warmed by the sun casting its narrow beam of light across the kitchen floor, muscles and joints and a collection of scars all silhouetted into a body he had once lived in, and now knew as well as his own: it's a humbling wonder. 

But Arthur sighs, and this description too leaves him. So instead he settles.

"It's nice," he says quietly, reveling in the sturdy softness within his reach that he would be forever grateful to share. "It's nice."

[hpowellsmith]

Ohh i have an ask about honor bound routes! I have no clue whether someone asked this already or not, but is there gonna be a RO who wouldn't want a poly relationship?

Also OH MY GOSHHH a creme thing in honor bound??? Hannah, youll bring the end of me one day i swear😭🤍 I've been missing Creme SO terribly aaaa

There is a definite point where a Creme MC can appear onscreen in Honor Bound! It's slightly specific, though. It'll be obvious, I think...

I might end up doing a Creme-related something but it's very up in the air at the moment!

Mild spoilers below about polyamory:

Some of the romanceable characters would enjoy being in a triad with the PC if the PC likes them both and their actions are compatible with romancing both characters in each pair. These pairs are:

Matia and Korzha

Savarel and Fiore

As for the others:

Raffi: would hypothetically be happy to be in a polyamorous romance, or a triad, with some of the other characters, but it's not something those characters would be into.

Raffi is also happy to be in an open/casual relationship in which the PC and/or Raffi sleeps with or gets close with other people who aren't the main cast.

Same for Matia.

For both of the above Raffi and Matia scenarios, the PC sleeping with/getting close with other people isn't going to be a major part of the game because of the time/space that would be needed for it.

Denario: is slightly complicated, because of the shape and outcomes of his storyline and there are some links here relating to him and polyamory; I think I won't know entirely how much it would be on the cards until I'm closer to the end of the draft.

Unlike some of the polyamorous characters in my other games, they don't get together independently if unromanced: they're not in mental/emotional places to do that without the PC's input.

(The polyamorous romances are also not intended as better/worse than the solo romances, just different. Each romance structure shows different facets of the characters and how they act in romantic situations.)

Thank you for the ask!

[bloggingboutburgers]

I just wanted to say thank you for making this blog and answering people's questions! My girlfriend is ace not aro, but we've still had a few (well-meaning) friends be confused about how it works. My best friend has told me that they don't understand how I am satisfied without sex, because to them it's one of the founding parts of a romantic relationship. I am definitely allo, but I know I don't have a "conventional" view of sex, since I have always believed you should be able to fully be satisfied by yourself, and that if you have someone who's willing to do anything it is more of a bonus. So I'm not really missing anything, we just do other things together that we are both comfortable with. It's so refreshing to see an account that not only talks about aro + ace representation, but also explains how relationships with aro/ace people work. It's also always nice to see more awareness for it. Stay well and take care of yourself <3

hfudijlgkdf Aaaa for real sometimes I let myself forget that for most orientations that aren't on the ace spectrum, sexual attraction = romantic attraction... TwT I was talking about it with some buddies today and ye it's definitely a headache at times how differently we see things and how something that can seem obvious to us takes so much education for other people.

With that said, reading about your experience makes me super happy too, considering both my partner and I are ace, and I've never had first-hand ace + allo partnerships experiences, nor do I personally know anyone who does. So, that may sound a bit silly coming from me, since I typically sound so assured of that in what I draw, but y'know, sometimes my doubts get the best of me (internalised anxiety from a lifetime of systemic allonormativity or downright aphobia can do that to ya I guess, in the end), so... Yeah, honestly, this makes me so happy to read, it makes me so relieved and hopeful.^^

Thank YOU for sharing it, and for taking the experience I share as a good thing too, I'll keep doing my best to show snippets of our life that can be helpful for other people to see what's possible in life, in a way^^ And I sincerely wish you guys the best!!

[kingslionheart]

I was rewatching 3x01 and 3x02 and I noticed some things that I don’t think I’d ever noticed before:

3x01

- When Alfred comes out of where Skade is being kept he looks at Uhtred for an insanely long time and doesn’t break eye contact until they hear Skade’s screams.

Now to 3x02 and all the pain that came with it…

- Uhtred kicks Alfred in the stomach and looks completely wrecked afterwards, almost as if it physically pains him to hurt his king in such a way (which it’s probably the case seeing how there are many instances in s3 where Uhtred looks visibly worried about Alfred’s health and he even voices his concerns on the matter to Beocca in 3x01). Moreover, it looks like he’s on the verge of tears (or maybe it’s just me?).

- There are tears (so many tears…) in Alfred’s eyes when he sits on the throne but it kinda seems to me as if he’s trying to stop himself from breaking down completely (which he definitely did off screen).

Anyway yeah, I’ve been rewatching some bits of s3 because I miss tlk and especially those two…

okay mental breakdown here we come!!

in 3×01 that moment is everything, even after uhtred spoke to him as skade was screaming, the way alfred turned towards him and stared at him with that much sadness in his expression??? for a second you see uhtred staring at him noticing that, and from that you could assume that uhtred asked him what was wrong after the scene cut. what would have alfred said? he would have lied most likely since we know from 3×06 that only then uhtred would have found out about what skade told him, but did uhtred insist in 3×01? did uhtred spent the night wondering what the hell happened in that cell?

about 3×02 those things are also as much fascinating to me AAAA uhtred was indeed on the verge of tears and that's obvious from the way throughout the whole episode and the next there's the personification of uhtred's conscience represented with leofric's body. leofric arrives to the point of telling uhtred that he deserved to die because of what he did, thus uhtred seemingly had suicidal thoughts for that (which is something considering the person uhtred is). for alfred it truly came all crashing down because deep down the man did trust uhtred despite everything and uhtred broke that trust completely, but the thing is that alfred knew that he had no one to blame but himself, HE WAS HEARTBROKEN AND IT WAS HIS OWN FAULT + we could also say that alfred was forced to face his feelings for uhtred after what happened, but i don't know how to elaborate that YET

[tunabesimpin]

"Tuna's got a beach party goin'? Sweet~" Eugenio said. "Dunno if Tsunotaru wants to go if I invite him, but just in case, I might wanna check if Sam's got some shrimp-colored swim trunks...Since I guess that's what I am to Floyd 'n he's gonna call me that the whole time." They had the passing thought to invite Albert, but it seemed he and Jade went out for a hiking trip that had been planned for a couple weeks. Tidus, though, would never miss an opportunity to hang out and observe what humans did for beach activities. Octavinelle seemed to have, for those needing, a dorm-colored set of trunks available, so when he didn't feel like swimming in his whale shark form, he had something to wear. "They have such interesting games and traditions! I'd have to look up where, but I heard some have a blindfolded watermelon smashing contest, 'Suikawari' I think it was called. I just wanna watch-I think I'd obliterate it on accident if I went all out. ^///^"

---

Despite inviting malleus along, it didn't take long for Eugenio to get separated and dragged off into some shenanigans. Grim, Ace and Deuce were already dragging him off into the sea to play.

It should've been obvious from the smirk on Aces face that he had something planned, but when doesn't he? It started out fine and dandy, the trio simply messing around with Yuu making use of the water guns lying around. Yet as they dipped farther off shore, something in the water seemed to shift.

The only warning sigh was a long shadow cast below the surface, but by the time Yuu realized Ace was swimming away, it was too late. "BAH~!" Floyd luanched out of the water lifting Yuu straight in the air. The hangtime wasn't long as Floyd quickly tossed Yuu back down into the water.

Meanwhile Tidus had caught sight of the whole event. Distant yelling at Ace was enough of a distraction to not see where the eelmer disappear to. Even if he wasn't the target, Tidus was not gonna stick around this close if it meant getting dunked!

---

AAAA THANK YOU FOR COMIN TO THE PARTY TRINKET!!! For some reason my brain didn't register Malleus until it was too late ToT so i hope a floyd centric story works too!! Idk if its in his character so i didnt write it, but i think it'd be funny if Tidus joined Floyd in bein silly, maybe he'd make giant splashes on unsuspecting friend XD!

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Anansi

Directory | Sapotis

Today was one of those rare days where Adrien could get out of home, and since it was Spring Break, they had decided to enjoy it by doing something fun.

And, as they made time before they went out for the fireworks, they were having fun playing videogames – like the dancing game Alya and Nino were starting right now.

“It's amazing you were able to come,” Marinette said as the music began to sound out. “Did your dad make a fuss?”

“Oh, he definitely objected at first,” Adrien said, smiling.

----

“Adrien, I forbid you from going out tonight. It's too dangerous,” Gabriel Agreste said, and Adrien smirked.

“Ah, Père. I thought you might say that,” he replied, turning to the bottles he had carefully prepared for this precise occasion. “Sidebar, have you seen my collection of hair dye?”

Gabriel looked, and Adrien's smirk grew as the man broke out into a sweat.

“I forget, what's your favorite color, père? I'm partial to pink.”

“Mon Dieu,” Gabriel muttered.

----

As Marinette giggled from Adrien's story, the song Nino and Alya had been dancing to was ending, and Nino decided to end on a high note.

“Big finish!” he said, and he made a ballet pose, causing the others to laugh.

“What is that?!” Adrien said before he also broke down laughing.

“Aw, shoot, did I miss the ballet?”

“Nora!” Alya said, turning to her elder sister, who was still wearing her fighting gear, all marked with the symbol of a spider in a circle. “Is your match over already?”

“First round: total knock out,” Nora said, hopping around. “Aaaas usual.”

“I'm sure that was fun to watch,” Alya replied, feeling bad for the people that had paid to see the fight.

“And I told you not to call me Nora in front of other people, p'tite sœur!” Nora admonished her.

“That's so laaaame.”

Nora turned to the others in the room.

“Name's Anansi, like the spider,” she said, pointing at the symbol on her helmet.

“Oh! Like you're really tricky in the ring? Like the legends?” Nino asked, only for Nora to put a confused face.

“Nah, man, I'm like a tank in the ring.”

“How is that like Anansi or a spider...” Adrien wondered.

“Why're you all still here?” Nora said, ignoring Adrien's comment while taking off her helmet. “Isn't it a school night?”

“It's Spring Break, actually,” Marinette pointed out.

“We're gonna see the fireworks from the Place de la Concorde ferris wheel,” Alya revealed.

“What?!” Nora suddenly shouted. “No way, it's too dangerous with everyone becoming Akumas!”

“Oh, c'mon! I'm not a baby, I've been living with Akumas for seven months now!” Alya complained, glaring at her sister. “Besides, I have Mom and Dad's permission, I don't have to listen to you!”

“Forget it, you're staying home, safe and sound, period!” Nora replied, before waving at the others. “Baguette, Cappy, and Billboard Boy can go though.”

“Oh, gee, thanks,” Nino sarcastically fired back.

“C'mon, what does Billboard Boy know about self defense?” Nora asked.

“Hey! I fence!” Adrien replied, defensively.

“And Baguette can't lift more than a bag of flour!”

“Hey! They're heavy!” Hell, they could easily weigh more than twenty kilos!

“And Cappy–”

“Okay, first of all, we're not gonna stop living our lives just because Hawkmoth is a butthole,” Nino interrupted her. “Second, I'd do anything to protect Alya! And third --”

He turned to present Alya, who made a pose, as if for a magazine.

“Alya's a Queen who can take care of herself!���

Giving Nino a look, as if measuring him, and sat on the kitchen table.

“Fine! Alya can go... if you beat me at arm wrestling.”

“Huh?” Alya said, but then the four of them looked at each other, and it was obvious they had had the same brainwave.

“Well, okay,” Nino said, as they all walked up to the table.

“Fine,” Alya added.

Nora looked at them, confused (again).

“Uhh, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Come at us, scrub,” the four of them said at the same time, ready to accept the challenge, as they put together their right hands and clasped Nora's.

And the fight started.

“4-on-1 is obviously cheating!” Nora exclaimed, straining with all her strength against the four teens'.

“Hey, you challenged us!” Alya pointed out as they forced Nora's hand back.

“It's completely unfair!”

“You think Akumas care about fair?!” Adrien shouted.

“We have to do what we can to keep ourselves safe, even if it's not fair!” Marinette followed.

“As long as we have each other, we can do anything!” Nino exclaimed.

“We're not ashamed of asking for help!” Alya finished, and the four of them pushed even harder.

“THAT'S LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP, BITCH!” they shouted, and with one last mighty push, they slammed Nora's hand against the table.

----

“Hmm... if I send off this Akuma, whose grudge includes my own son, I'll be directly contributing to putting Adrien in direct danger... but that Ring and Earrings would look so sick on me, so, off you go, little Akuma!”

Yeah, a great set of priorities.

----

BOOM!

Tikki looked up as a red star exploded in the sky, followed by a green one.

“Aren't the fireworks beautiful, Chloé?” she asked her bearer.

“As if!” the girl yelled. “I could've been in New York with Mommy right now, but my whole Spring Break is ruined because I have to stay here and be Scarlet Lady! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

She paused for a moment. The rules said she could not take the Earrings from their wielder... but there was nothing about getting the wielder to give them up themselves...

“There's still time,” she innocently suggested. “You could leave the Earrings with Marigold or Chat Noir for the week!”

“ha! As if they could match my brilliance, even temporarily!” Chloé replied.

Tikki mentally snapped her fingers.

Worth a shot.

----

The sky was illuminated by the beautiful fireworks, and the four friends, who were almost at the top of the loop, were looking up, fascinated.

“Look at that!” Marinette pointed out, as three fireworks exploded at the same time to form what resembled the French flag.

“Wow!” Adrien replied. This was the first time he had been able to watch one of these from somewhere that wasn't home, and he was enjoying it so much!

Alya and Nino, hand in hand, weren't even voicing their enthusiasm, but anyone that looked at them would have seen it quite clearly on their faces.

But then the wheel jerked, and sent Adrien to the floor.

“Ah, whoa!” Adrien shouted as he fell.

“What?” Alya asked, surprised.

“Aw, man, are we stuck?!” Nino asked as well, hugging his girlfriend.

“L-Look, over there!” Marinette said, pointing at the middle of the wheel: something was pinning it in position by using what looked like long lines of silk. One wouldn't have been enough, but there were so many that their combined strength was preventing the wheel from turning.

“A... super villain?” Nino asked, as Adrien looked out.

“A spider villain,” he answered.

“Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me!” Alya yelled, incensed. “AFTER ALL THAT GRIEF, YOU BECAME AN AKUMA, YOU STUPID–”

“Alya, don't attract her over here!” Marinette said, pulling her down to avoid being seen.

Too late, though, because the spider Akuma quickly climbed up to where they were, unhooked their car and brought it down to the ground, forcing them to hold onto whatever they could find to avoid getting hurt.

“Gotcha, my little flyweights! Yoink!” the Akuma said.

“Jesus Christ, Nora!” Alya yelled as the Akuma forced the door open.

“Nora's not here to protect you anymore!” the Akuma shouted, grabbing Nino with one of her six arms.

“Ah!”

“I'm Anansi, the Super-Spider!” the Akuma continued, pulling Nino out of the car.

“Guys! Guys!” Nino begged.

“C'mon, Alya, let's see you 'take care of yourself' without your friends to help you cheat!”

“What do you–”

And then Anansi fired her webs at Adrien and Marinette, trapping them into the car.

“Ahh!”

“Aw, gross!”

With both teens blocked, Anansi began to move away, but then jumped and struck the ferris wheel right in the middle.

“NO!”

“KYA!”

“This'll slow down M. Whiskers and the bugs!” the Akuma yelled as the ferris wheel fell from its place and began to slowly roll away.

“Aw, man, aw, man!” Alya yelled. “She's getting away with Nino, but I can't just leave you guys!”

“Go ahead, Alya!” Adrien replied, starting to pull on the spider web holding his left arm.

“We'll try and catch up!” Marinette added, also pulling off the web trapping her.

“Yeah, don't lose sight of Nino!”

“Are you sure?” Alya asked. “I can wait until–”

“IT'S FINE, PLEASE GO!” both of them yelled at her, intent on getting her away while they transformed.

“Uh, if you say so...” Alya replied, confused, before she did as bid and began to run after her Akumatized sister and her boyfriend.

Marinette and Adrien quickly began to pull on the silk threads, and while it was still sticky, they were able to get rid of it fast enough that it only took a couple of minutes before they were free.

“Ah, you know, I did promise Chat Noir I'd stay out of Akuma fights, so, I–I'll try to flag down a hero instead, yeah?” Marinette suggested, while rolling up the silk: if this thing survived the Miraculous Cure, perhaps she could try to use it as a material?

“G–Good idea! I'll uh, try to catch up with Alya and Nino! See ya!” Adrien replied, and both teens bolted to hide behind the closest alley.

----

“KYAAA!”

“RUN!”

“What's that about? So noisy,” Chloé complained.

“Chloé, it might be an Akuma!” Tikki suggested.

“No way, you don't know that,” the girl replied, but then Tikki looked at the street and her face turned to shock.

“C-Chloé! Look out!”

Chloé looked – and became shocked as well as she saw a loose ferris wheel rolling towards her!

“The ferris wheel!” she pointed out. Tikki could – just barely – see Sabrina, Lila, and someone that was probably Lila's mother holding onto each other, scared.

“It's going to crash into your dad's hotel!”

“And more importantly, my room! Spots On!”

“Ugh–” Tikki didn't even have the time to voice her insatisfaction as she became absorbed into the Earrings.

----

“Dammit, Nora, get your own boyfriend!” Alya shouted, seeing Nino hanging from a web that Anansi had crafted all over the Arc de Triomphe.

“Hey, babe,” she heard Nino say.

“Anansi, p'tite sœur! Now take a hike!”

“Wha–”

Alya didn't have the time to react before Anansi smacked her, sending her flying.

“Oh you bi–”

“Alya!”

A string suddenly coiled itself around her waist and pulled her to safety in Marigold's arms.

“Are you okay?!” the heroine asked with great worry.

“Yeah, thanks...”

“Hmph!” Scarlet Lady grumbled. “Leave this to the Hero of Paris, reporter gir–”

Then she actually saw the day's Akuma for the first time.

“Hey, little beetle!” the Akuma said with a grin.

“EEP! SPIDER LADY! LUCKY CHARM, LUCKY CHARM, LUCKY CHARM!”

As Chat Noir finally arrived, Marigold immediately started to go into planning mode.

“Okay, I'll run a distraction, Chat Noir will go for the hostage, and Scarlet Lady–”

“Welp, here you go Marimo– uh, Marigold,” Scarlet quickly interrupted, handing her the Lucky Charm while her Earrings began to beep, “good luck with that, I gotta, you know, recharge and stuff.”

“And then you'll come back, right?”

“Oh, I can't hear you, gotta turn back, byeeeee!” Scarlet said as she turned to run.

“And then you'll come back, right!?” Marigold yelled at the retreating back of the polka-dotted girl.

----

Unfortunately, the plan soon run into a snag.

“Uh, Honey Bee? I'm in a bit of a sticky situation,” Chat Noir asked, stuck to Anansi's web, as he looked down at the laughing Akuma. “That's some nightmare fuel right there.”

“Chat Noir!” Marigold yelled, still holding the Lucky Charm. “I have to make a trip, but I can't leave Chat defenseless! Lord knows I can't count on Scarlet!”

Alya looked down at the baton Chat Noir had dropped after getting trapped... and decided it was time to act.

“I'll do it.”

“Huh?!”

“I'll distract Anansi until you get back.”

“Are you sure?” Marigold asked. This was her elder sister, after all...

“No problem! I can even get back at my sister!” It didn't look like she minded, though. “For the greater good, of course.”

“Of course,” Marigold replied, a bit shocked.

----

Fortunately, using her top and the roofs allowed her to reach her destination, and after transforming back into her civilian self, she ran for her destination.

“Master Fu!” she said as she entered the parlor. “Chat Noir's about to lose his Ring, Scarlet Lady bailed, and I had to leave my best friend to hold off the Akuma!”

“Yikes!” the elder said, springing to his feet. “We have to take action!”

He picked up the Miraculous Box from its hideaway.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, pick an ally who can–”

“I'mma stop you right there cuz I need your Miraculous, Master!”

Fu had a brief look of shock, but nodded as he understood her intentions.

“Do you have someone in mind, Marinette?”

“I know the perfect person,” she replied, before turning to the Kwami of Protection with a n awkward gaze. “I hope you like interviews, Wayzz.”

“What's an interview?”

----

“Not so easy on your own, is it, Alya?” Anansi mocked her sister, who was huffing from the effort of keeping her at bay.

“It's easier when my opponent's so slow!” Alya yelled as she triggered the baton, hitting Anansi with the end of it.

“Ow! Why, you little–”

Anansi attempted to punch Alya with her three left fists, but before she could do that a thread coiled around the girl's waist once more, pulling her away.

“Alya!”

Marigold quickly pulled her away to somewhere where Anansi would be unable to see them.

“Did you see, did you see?! I got her good!” Alya cheered up.

“Uh, yes, I'm very proud,” Marigold replied.

While they were distracted, though, Anansi went back to her original target, the Cat Hero.

“It's just you and me, kitty-cat,” the Akuma said, grabbing his left arm with one hand, ready to steal the ring from him.

“You, me, and Cataclysm!” the hero replied, sticking his tongue at Anansi.

“And now we're pressed for time,” Marigold said, watching the events from below. “Do you still want to help your boyfriend?”

“Of course!” Alya exclaimed. “I'd do anything for Nino!”

Marigold pulled the ornate wooden box she had brought from Master Fu's.

“Alya Césaire, this is the Turtle Miraculous, which grants the power of Protection. You will use it for the greater good–”

Alya grabbed Marigold by the shoulders and began to shake her back and forth.

“Are you serious, this is a total dream come true AHHHHHH!”

“L-Let me finish!” Marigold complained.

----

After letting her finish, Alya picked the box and opened it, revealing a green bracelet and, with a flash of green, a small, floating turtle-like creature.

“Whoa, what's this thing?!” Alya asked.

“The word you're looking for is 'Kwami'. My name is Wayzz,” the Kwami of Protection replied.

“A Kwami? You're what gives superheroes their powers, aren't you?” she asked, and Wayzz nodded.

“My, Marigold wasn't kidding about how bright you are!”

“No way, you talk about me?!” Alya exclaimed again, and Wayzz held his laugh at seeing Marigold's embarrassed face.

“H-Hurry up and transform!” she shouted.

“Eeeee! Okay, okay! Wayzz, SHELL ON!”

----

When the flash of light ended, the new heroine looked down at her costume, admiring everything.

“This is soooo cool!” she said, before turning back to Marigold. “Hey, where do you get Miraculouses?! How many are–”

“Focus!” Marigold interrupted the deluge of questions. “We have to save Nino before Chat Noir turns back! But first we need to locate our fearless leader.”

While the Turtle Heroine took the time to feel her new features – including her very fluffy hair – Marigold called Scarlet Lady on her top-phone.

Then the melody of Scarlet Lady's yo-yo began to ring right behind her.

“Of course,” she grumbled, irritated.

“Have you finished off the spider lady yet?” Scarlet Lady asked.

“Obviously not,” Marigold fired back.

“Well, hurry up!” Scarlet Lady ordered. “And who's she?!”

Our hero, the new heroine sarcastically thought.

Scarlet Lady ignored her and turned to Marigold.

“Uh, nice to meet you?” she asked, feeling awkward.

“Of course it is,” Scarlet Lady mumbled. “Bumbling bee! Where are you getting these Miraculouses, huh?!”

“As if I'd tell you,” Marigold said, dismissively.

“Scarlet Lady doesn't know where the Miraculouses come from but you do?” the Turtle Heroine asked, confused.

“Chat Noir too. Off the record.”

She wasn't sure of the reason, but she needed to ask.

“Why?”

Marigold gave her an 'Are you kidding me?' look.

“She can't be trusted with anything,” she replied, pointing at Scarlet Lady, “let alone secrets of that magnitude.”

“HEY!” Scarlet Lady yelled.

Nobody cared.

I'm starting to see that, she thought.

“How dare you–”

“Just use Lucky Charm already!” Marigold shouted, irritated.

----

This time, the object was a pair of boxing gloves, which Scarlet Lady immediately handed to Marigold.

“Here, go deal with the Akuma, worker bee,” she said, while Marigold just looked like she was done.

“Whu–?! You're not coming?!” the Turtle Heroine asked, shocked.

“Please, that's grunt work,” Scarlet Lady replied with a smug look. “Better get used to it, turtle head. That's your spot in the pecking order while I call the shots.”

“Please, you don't 'call' anything,” Marigold said, rolling her eyes.

Scarlet Lady ignored her.

“So, what dumb little name have you cooked up for yourself?”

She thought it over, and came up with the perfect combination.

“Koki Marina.”

“Hm, there's gotta be some way to make an insult out of it,” Scarlet Lady said, closing her eyes. “Give me time.”

And, with those words, the last remains of her respect for the 'heroine' completely vanished.

I'm going to write such an article about you!

----

Leaving the lazy girl behind them, Marigold and Koki Marina charged towards the Arc de Triomphe, ready to stop the Akuma before Chat Noir transformed back into his civilian identity.

“Hey Anansi!” Marigold yelled.

“Come at me, scrub!” Koki Marina challenged.

“Ooo, a new challenger?” the Akuma asked.

Immediately, Koki Marina began to attack the Akuma with a speed that was unlike what she was meant to represent, while Marigold began to extend her cord around the monument.

“Ugh!”

“Nyah, nyah!”

“This isn't kick boxing!” the Akuma complained.

“Anansi!” Marigold shouted, putting on the gloves. “One round! You win, you get our Miraculouses! I win, you release your prisoners!”

“Huh?” the Akuma asked, shocked.

“Pay attention, I challenge you!”

“Eeeeeeeeee...”

“Or, uh, Koki Marina challenges you,” she lamely added, as her cheer increased.

“EEEE!”

Marigold handed the gloves to Koki Marina, who got ready for the fight.

And began by dodging a punch that struck one of the Arc's pillars.

“Made ya look!” she taunted the Akuma.

“Nyah!”

“Over here!” she said over the next punch, which also hit another pillar.

“SHUT UP!”

“Too slow!” Koki Marina yelled as another attack hit another pillar.

“Hold STILL!”

And so they went for a minute, before Koki Marina noticed the small rocks starting to fall.

“Quit hiding in your shell, and fight back!” Anansi demanded, ignorant of what was about to come.

“Okay~” Koki Marina replied, leaning on the cord and pulling.

The Arc de Triomphe began to crumble down, and Anansi realized too late that she had fallen into a trap.

“Uhh–”

Marigold quickly pulled the hostages down and near Koki Marina, who used her ultimate technique.

“Shellter!”

A sphere of green hexagons surrounded the group, which was left safe as the monument fell to pieces around and above them, while the Akuma was not so lucky and got trapped.

The moment the Shellter was brought down, Chat Noir – just running out of time with his Cataclysm – and Marigold split off, while Koki Marina checked on Nino.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Y-Yeah,” he answered.

“Glad to hear it, handsome,” she said, grinning, in a flirty tone.

“Oh! Uh –” Nino floundered, while behind them Marigold had grabbed Chat Noir and got ready to throw him as if she were throwing a javelin.

“Ultimate Chat Noir Technique! Aim for the helmet!” the Cat Hero said, and Marigold shot him at the Akuma, finally destroying the object and freeing the corrupting butterfly.

“I, like, have a girlfriend?” Nino continued, flushing, and scratching the back of his head. “I mean, I'm flattered! But she's kind of the most amazing person ever, so–”

Koki Marina smiled, holding onto the instinct to laugh or thank Nino for his kind words towards her civilian self, and nodded.

“M-hm.”

Then Nino pulled out his cellphone.

“Do you mind being recorded for the Ladyblog?”

“Ooo, can I?!” Koki Marina asked Marigold, who just huffed in amusement.

“Keep it brief.”

While Nino filmed the new heroine, another person approached the group.

“Hellooo, the real hero is over here!” Scarlet Lady yelled, pointing at herself.

“I don't remember you trying to save me,” Nino deadpanned, wisely choosing to ignore her.

Paris' real heroes watched in happiness and a bit of amusement.

“Good pick, Goldie,” Chat Noir encouraged.

“I only surround myself with the best.” Then she felt a bit awkward. “Now I just gotta stop her from spilling all the Turtle's secrets.”

“See, it detaches!” Koki Marina said, posing for Nino's video. “I can put it on my arm and back!”

----

Finally pulling Koki Marina away – which was easy, as her bracelet was beeping – Marigold took her to an alley and had the girl return to her civilian form, ready to recover the Miraculous.

“Aww, you're taking my baby?” Alya pouted, holding Wayzz protectively in her hands.

“Don't make me regret you,” Marigold countered, and Alya let go with a sigh.

“Ah, just kidding. Part of me wants to make a fuss but I don't want to be as untrustworthy as Scarlet Lady.” She shook her head. “My poor blog needs a total rehaul.”

“Alya, your blog is a huge source of information,” Wayzz wisely pointed out. “I'm sure you could use that information for something good!”

Alya gasped.

“Like finding Hawkmoth!” she said, grabbing Wayzz again and rubbing her cheek against his. “Wayzz, you genius! Are you sure I can't keep you?!”

“No! Stop bonding RIGHT NOW!”

----

With everything back to normal, Marinette and Adrien managed to return from their hero selves and tracked down their friends, who were now being chaperoned by Nora.

“Hey! Is everyone okay?” Marinette asked.

“Woe is me!” Nino dramatically replied. “After all the power of friendship talk, only Alya came to save me!”

“Aw, geez,” Adrien complained.

“Relax, I'm just messing with you,” Nino said with a wink as he pulled his cellphone. “Alya, check this out, there was a new hero and I got footage for you–”

“Oh Nino that's soooo SWEET!” Alya shouted, jumping into her boyfriend's embrace and starting to kiss him.

“MMPH!” Nino said, not knowing whether to pull her closer or push her away, because... “A-Alya, Nora's watching, like, really watching!”

Given the 'overprotective sibling' glare he was getting targeted with, he had a reason to be wary.

As soon as Alya let her boyfriend go, Nora turned bashful for a moment.

“Hey, uh, sorry for losing my cool over the match,” she apologized. “I mean, even superheroes don't work alone! Why should you have to?”

Marinette and Adrien shared a look, and the teens let the fighter bring them into a hug.

“Hey, no big deal, right Anansi?” Adrien said.

“Hey, let's invite Nora to ice skate with us!” Nino suggested, and Alya nodded.

“Yeah I can't remember the last time we hung out!”

Nora pulled them closer.

“I'm gonna skate circles around you,” she said.

The teens wondered if they were going to have to deal with the same thing again.

“It's not a competition,” Nino pointed out.

----

After some time skating, everyone went back to their homes, and Alya checked her phone for the video Nino had made of her heroine self.

“Thanks so much for the footage, mon cœur!” she told Nino. “I've got a few things to finish up, try not to stay up too late! Night.”

And she hung up her phone.

Her two projects were on her table.

The first, a list of all the Akuma fights that had taken place since Stoneheart, and what Scarlet Lady had been actually seen doing during them.

The green, for the times she had actually helped, were a minority.

Most of them were purple, after what she presumed was Hawkmoth's color.

Every time she was heard insulting someone (usually Chat Noir or Marigold), it was blue.

Yellow was reserved for whenever someone new did more work than Scarlet Lady.

If she was late (which was quite common), the orange sticker let her find it.

And, finally, in deep red, the times where Scarlet Lady hadn't even bothered to show up.

The second project was a map.

She pulled a string and pinpointed the place and time where the latest Akuma had happened.

“Alright,” she said, tying the string to the tack on her home. “Where are you, motherfucker...”

She had not done much as of yet... but from now on, the hunt for Hawkmoth was ON.

----

Troublemaker

@zoe-oneesama Heyy, hope you like this!

Also, it's finally holiday time for me!

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face the music (chapter 11)

Music College Marvel AU - Chapter 11

!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, sinful thoughts, mentions of violence, general icky, lmk if i missed anything

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: aaaa sorry this took a couple days to get up. been crazy busy and tired with work stuff ugh. this isn't a super amazing chapter, but i wanted to get it out. i really struggled with this, the apartment scene got rewritten like 3 times lol. from here things really start rolling!! the song referenced in the revenge livestream is luxury problem by lunachicks!! not proof read - srry for any typos.

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You had been out all day, class, practice and then filming with Scott, Clint and Loki. This had been the pattern for the last week, and frankly you were exhausted. Any spare time you had, you spent sorting through paperwork or editing down the interviews. It was Friday, you had finally called a wrap on the filming and were ready to crash into bed. 

Loki hadn’t opted to stay out, something about going drinking with a ‘friend’ and probably being out for the night. You weren’t really one to pry into Loki’s private life, so you had tiredly bid him a goodnight. You knew Jane and Thor would be out, they had plans to visit Jane’s parents for the weekend. You had caught them packing up Thor’s truck early this morning when you departed for campus. 

The idea of being alone in the apartment? That thought was the only thing that had kept you going this afternoon. You were ready to snuggle up in bed, maybe watch some Netflix with some takeout and call it a night. Though, those plans flew out the window the moment you walked through the door. 

The sight of Bucky and Steve in your kitchen was not the cozy evening you had been anticipating 

“Hey darling! Want a beer?” Steve had called you from the over side of the island. You had only given the two of them a tired, confused look and sighed with a shrug of acceptance. 

“How did you get in?” You asked. More importantly, why were they here? Not that you were complaining, it was just unexpected. You had barely seen them all week, only at practices but even that was brief. You had heard Clint was doing his usual Friday rager, you had expected them to be there, not camping out in your kitchen. 

“Thor told us where the spare key was.” Steve replied, popping open the cap of a beer for you. You don’t even want to ask when or why they spoke to Thor. Instead, you head into your room to dump your belongings. You can hear the two boys chattering away as you place the paperwork on your desk, along with your laptop and abandon your bag at the foot of your bed. 

“What… what is this about?” You asked, approaching the kitchen cautiously. Bucky has his forearms braced against the island surface, skin bicep bulging against the short sleeve of his shirt. You turn your attention to your beer before they catch you staring too long. 

“We knew you were super busy this week, so we wanted to do something nice for you! We ordered takeout, should be here soon.” Steve explains, shoulder bumping against Bucky’s. 

They had wanted to do something nice for you? That made your stomach flutter a bit. This week had been a bit hellish, and other than Sharon doing some mercy missions to the coffee shop, no one had noticed your exhaustion. You had barely seen the boys, yet they had noticed. You suddenly felt a bit bad for not seeing them as much, when it was obvious they wer epaying attention and looking out for you. 

“You’re not going to Clint’s party?” You ask, taking a swig of your beer. Clint had invited you earlier, but you had declined saying you were too tired. You were sure you’d get all the gossip from Sharon later. You still had to ask her about this… thing… between her and Clint. You had noticed them talking and laughing together. Scott had even mentioned that Sharon had visited him at the frat. 

“Nah. Might be best to sit it out this time, considering how awful the last party was.” Steve replied, attention turned to his phone as he tracked the delivery driver who seemed to be pulling into the apartment complex. 

You arched an eyebrow at his words, awful? You had thought - despite Sharon being punched and your meltdown - that it had gone well. Maybe only because you ended up cuddling with the both of them. Did he think that was what made it awful? Had you entirely misread that situation? He had been eager to flirt with you during revenge plan practices - even turning up at your apartment now. It all felt muddled up in your head. You’d blame it on the exhaustion. 

As if Bucky can sense your worry, he pushes off the island to walk around to your side. You smile at him softly as he approaches. You didn’t know how he managed to pick up on the slightest changes of your mood so easily, but it was comforting to know that he cared. 

“We’ll find a movie to watch while Steve gets the food.” Bucky says to you, a hand on your back to guide you into the lounge. You don’t protest, instead sitting onto the couch next to him. Bucky’s hand snakes around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You rest your head on his shoulder with a sigh, ready to debate movie choices. 

*

Empty takeout boxes and beer bottles line your coffee table, the finished movie long forgotten. One beer had turned into two, which had quickly turned into a few more. The three of you sat around the lounge chatting and laughing. Any exhaustion or anxiety from earlier was long forgotten. 

Steve sat on the other side of the couch from you, fiddling with a deck of cards. He had insisted on some drinking game which never came to be, instead showing off all his different shuffling techniques. Bucky was sitting on the floor, back to the TV. He had been digging through Thor and Jane’s movie and game collection, occasionally making judgemental comments on their taste. Thor and Jane were definitely the action-movie-romance type, whereas Bucky was more rom-com to fantasy-adventure style. You found it cute, Bucky Barnes, a softie at heart. 

“Surely Thor has one of those stupid drinking card games? You know the one that’s like ‘who is the last person you kissed’ and you answer or take a shot.” Steve rambles, cards flying between his hands. You screw up your face, swallowing the mouthful of beer you had just taken. 

“How sleazy do you think Thor is?” You laugh, Bucky seemingly sharing your sentiment as he laughs along with you. 

“I dunno, I just heard he’s a big party guy.” Steve replies sheepishly. You could understand where that assumption came from. Thor was pretty notorious in your friend group for downing an unbelievable amount of alcohol and getting into mischief. He had mainly settled down since meeting Jane, but sometimes they got up to trouble together, 

“Those games don’t work with three people, you need like, at least ten.” Bucky cuts in, placing the last movie back into the cabinet. You hum in agreement, tapping your fingernails against the glass of the bottle. 

“Steve, who was the last person you kissed? Bucky? Wow, what a surprise.” You add sarcastically with a giggle, which makes Bucky chuckle and Steve groans in embarrassment. 

“You’re never gonna guess who the last person I kissed was,” Bucky cuts in, laughing harder. 

“Ha. Ha. You’re both soo funny.” Steve grumbles, you nudge his thigh lightly with your foot. He ignores you, still flicking the cards between his fingers. You examine the side of his face, the way his brows are drawn into a look of concentration. 

“Who was the last person you kissed, Siren?” Bucky asks. You rip your eyes away from Steve, arching an eyebrow at Bucky, exhaling out of your nose sharply.

“I don’t know, probably my ex.” You say, tone suddenly less amused. You take a swig from your bottle to hide your reaction. 

Bucky frowns a bit, Steve stiffening. You had never asked Bucky if he had told Steve about your story. Judging by the way Steve had clenched his jaw, hands stilling… he must know. You had never explicitly told Bucky to not tell Steve, nor did you mind. You just wondered how he reacted, what he thought of you. You hated that somehow, now and forever it was always drilled into your brain that you were weak for what had happened. You didn’t want Steve to perceive you that way. You doubt he would, Bucky never treated you differently. 

“Not a fun answer, sorry.” You say with a nervous laugh, trying to break the tension. Bucky shifts uncomfortably, as if regretting his question. You open your mouth to comfort him - to tell him it’s fine. But Steve speaks up instead. 

“You should kiss me instead.” Steve suddenly says. You turn, giving him a bewildered look. 

“What?” You cough out. Was he trying to cover for the awkward tension? Make Bucky feel better by making himself the fool of the situation? 

“So you have a fun answer, for drinking games.” He continues, looking up to meet your gaze with a cheeky smile. Oh. He was joking. Obviously. You try to cover the blush that has flooded your cheeks by taking another swig from your drink. Obviously he was joking. There's still a small prick of hurt in your chest, that he would joke about that. Maybe a part of you would’ve said yes, even if it was absurd. Your tipsy brain liked the attractive boys in your apartment, was that so much of a crime? 

“How many drinks have you had?” You laugh, trying to hide your own embarrassment. 

“Probably too many to be playing a drinking game.” Bucky teases, eyes focused directly on Steve. You wonder if Bucky was also upset by that comment, considering Steve was his boyfriend. They had discussed their poly nature with you before, but you never thought they looked at you in that way. They saw you as a friend, one they sometimes flirted with… and cuddled in bed with? God, you were confused. 

Steve opens his mouth to continue to joke around, but Bucky’s phone starts ringing. He frowns at the screen, glancing up at Steve with an annoyed expression. 

“It’s Clint, should we take bets on what’s gone wrong? I swear we can’t leave for one night.” He grumbles, picking up the call and walking into the kitchen. Steve hums as he thinks, you watching as he drums his fingers on his thigh. 

“Some fresher has probably put a hole in the wall.” Steve says to you, while you shake your head. 

“Why wouldn’t he just tell you when you got back? I think it’s going to be something to do with Sam and Wanda.” You suggest. You could imagine how the world would spiral if Sam and Wanda had a fight, the two of them clung to each other at parties. Even if they weren’t official, everyone knew. 

“Oh, yeah? Maybe Natasha’s had another one of her meltdowns.” Steve chuckles, you roll your eyes. 

“I swear she hates me.” You mutter, finishing the last of your bottle with a sigh. 

“I wouldn’t take it personally, she hates everyone.” Steve laughs, neatly shuffling the cards back into a stack. You watch his fingers as he slides the cards back into the cardboard pack. 

“Except for Yelena.” You cut in, Steve nods with a hum.

“Lets pray that Kate never breaks up with her, god could you imagine that?” Steve laughs, looking up at you. 

“God, Kate would be dead, like, instantly.” You giggle. 

The two of you pause when Bucky comes back into the room, a worried frown across his face. Something bad must have happened, Bucky didn’t often look as dressed as he did at that moment. You slide your empty bottle onto the table. 

“What happened?” You ask, turning so you’re facing him. Bucky sighs, running his hand through his hair. You had noticed he did that when he was stressed about something, a nervous thing. You suddenly have the strong urge to reach out and comfort him. 

“Walker. He turned up uninvited, started smashing shit. He was just looking for a fight.” Bucky sighs. You now understand why he was so on edge. John Walking, ruining everything per usual. You are suddenly glad you decided you were too tired for the party. Enduring him on campus was bad enough. 

“Shit. Is everyone okay?” You ask, standing. Steve rubs his face, making a noise of disbelief. 

“Apparently Natasha gave him hell. They managed to kick him out but he smashed up some of the stuff in the kitchen.” Bucky chuckles a bit, you can tell he’s trying to de-escalate any stress that might surface. 

“We should probably head back then.” Steve sighs, standing. You glance between the two boys. 

“Do you want me to come?” You offer, stepping closer to Bucky. He shakes his head, sending a long look at Steve who frowns. You’d learnt some of the silent looks they gave each other, and that was definitely a ‘we’ll talk later’ look. 

“What?” You question, did something worse happen that they were hiding from you? 

“I didn’t want to say anything… but he was looking for you. Sounds like he got drunk and decided to get revenge about the suspension shit. Probably best if you stayed home, just in case he comes back.” Bucky grumbles, you feel Steve move closer.

“Oh.” Is all you can manage. You feel numb. Exhausted. Too tired to spiral into the worry that information brought up. Steve reaches out, bundling you into his chest for a hug. 

“Just a few more days until the revenge plan. It’s gonna be alright, darling.” He murmurs into your hair as you wrap your arms around him in return. 

“I know…” You sigh. “Text me when you get back and stay safe, please.” 

You unfurl yourself from Steve, but are quickly pulled into a hug by Bucky. 

“We will.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

*

Sneaking onto campus was easy, thanks to some of the buildings being open all hours. Security didn’t really question your small group as you slipped out of the 24 hour study areas, down the hall into the practice hallway. 

You had stashed most of the instruments and gear you would need earlier in the day. You had decided that sneaking around campus with a bunch of live streaming equipment and instruments wouldn’t be super inconspicuous. 

Nerves had been biting at you all day, squeezing your chest and making you feel sick. Some of the others shared your stress, while some like Scott and Clint seemed to be having a great time. Steve and Bucky would send you reassuring glances, as well as gentle touches to ground you when they sensed your anxiety got the better of you. 

Everything was set up, Clint and Scott were fiddling with the last of the live stream setup. Sharon was warming up her voice, MJ and Peter muttering between each other, Steve and Bucky hanging by the drum set. Loki was guarding the door with his usual scowl. 

You had laughed nervously when Clint and Scott had shoved a couch in front of the door, stacking a couple chairs on top as a barricade. It was almost guaranteed that the administration would see the stream as soon as it went live. The barricade would buy you a couple extra minutes before security barged in. 

You let out a long exhale as Clint and Scott motioned that they were going live. Everyone quickly shifted into place as you tapped the microphone to make sure it was on and ready. A few words of encouragement were thrown around as Scott counted you down. One deep breath and you were speaking. 

“We’re live streaming today because we need your help.” You start, looking past the microphone into the camera. 

“In the description, comments and also in the title of this livestream you can find a link. This link will lead you to a video, as well as a petition. All we ask is that you watch the video and sign the petition. You can watch the video now, or you can keep watching the livestream and watch it afterwards. 

The petition we are presenting is to have our fellow classmate John Walker suspended from campus and face repercussions for his actions. John has displayed a pattern of violent behavior which has been ignored by College Administration as well as the Board. It is also a high possibility that they have both been paid off to allow John to keep his spot in the College.

In the video we have interviewed a group of victims, all of which are asking for the College and John Walker to take accountability. This video also includes my own personal experience with not only John - who attacked me - but also with the College. Not only was I denied a spot to testify at John’s suspension meeting, but the Head of the College, Tony Stark, implied that I had invited the violence against me. 

There are more details in the video, as well as documents detailing all of these experiences with John and the Board attached to the petition. Please check them both out, in the meantime we’re going to play you a song!” 

You turn back to the group with a nervous smile, Bucky nodding as he taps his drumsticks together to count you down. 

“This song is dedicated to John Walker, thank you.” You speak into the mic with a nervous smile. 

The music starts around you, Steve taking the lead with the electric guitar and Bucky hitting on the drums. Sharon and you both start on vocals, MJ on the bass doing the backup vocals when needed. The song is an easy pace at the start, you know later it will become a lot faster as the punk rock elements come in. You had chosen this song specifically because it had a lot of energy to it, as well as having some pointed lyrics. 

You’re thankful for the music, feeling some of the stress and anxiety drain from your body as your focus on the performance. 

The music fades slightly as it is your turn to solo the lyrics. The section wasn’t super hard, just required you to belt a bit which Sharon wasn’t as good at. You had the breath work to propel your voice quite loudly, whereas Sharon leaned more soft-girl indie these days. 

Isn’t it hard when you're spoiled rotten?

Got another luxury problem problem!

As you were belting, the music comes back in fast. Sharon and MJ come in helping with the vocals. As you’re singing, you catch Loki making worried gestures at Scott and Clint. You can see the seats and couches pressed up against the door rattling, like someone is trying to push inside the room. 

You send a worried glance in Steve’s direction. Despite being concentrated on his guitar, he sends a nod of acknowledgement to you. The door could burst open at any moment, security pouring in and shutting it down before the song was finished. The song wasn’t super important, it was more to just keep the livestream running and grabbing as much traction as possible. 

Even though I'm alright

I like to sit and pity myself because it hurts

As if on cue, as the vocal drop out for the instrumental section, the door finally pushes open. The chairs stacked on the couch clatter to the ground as the couch is shoved out of the way. Loki dodges out of the way of some security, ducking behind the camera with Scott and Clint. 

Stark walks in, alongside a group of security. He sighs, motioning for the security to drag Scott, Clint and Loki out. They give the security some trouble, slipping out of their grasp and laughing at their serious faces. 

“Ah, The Head of College has decided to join us!” You announce into the microphone, over the guitar and drums. You don’t know where you found this confidence, maybe it was just the music fueling your rage. 

“Shut it down now, you’ve had your fun!” Stark shouts over the music, attempting to grab the camera. He’s shoved away by Scott, who is still running circles around security. 

“Tell me, Mr. Stark. Are you also taking bribes like the Board?” You ask with a grin. Stark gives you an exasperated sigh, grabbing the camera. The tripod slips, knocking the camera sideways. You would still be in the footage, except from a low angle on the floor and sideways. The audio is still going through clearly, the instrumental coming to an end as Sharon takes over your singing section, seeing that you’re occupied. 

What do you do when they're all after you?

What can you say? Your life is shit today!

“That’s enough!” Stark shouts, stepping onto the stage. He attempts to grab the guitar from Steve, but he just dodges, continuing to play. You stand in Stark’s way, blocking him from Peter and Bucky as he continues on his warpath. Sharon and MJ are still screaming into the mic, grinning as they enjoy the scene playing out. 

“We tried discussing this with you in private, but I guess we had to get your attention another way.” You say in a singsong voice, laughing as he snatches the mic from you and marches off the stage. 

“Turn it off!” He snaps at some of the security, who look between each other in confusion. 

You idols idolize you, all you friends despise you

Your life is shit, cuz you’re living it!

Moving back to the main microphone, you continue singing with Sharon as the lyrical section comes to an end. The security guards have given up on trying to catch the boys, instead fighting to unplug the livestream from the power plugs. 

As the song draws to a close, you snatch the mic from its stand, departing the stage to crouch in front of the toppled over camera. 

“Remember to watch the video and sign the petition!” You say with a grin, before you’re roughly grabbed by security who haul you towards the door. Chaos ensues as the last of the livestream captures the shouting and scuffle as you are all thrown from the practice room. One of the security pulls a plug and the livestream goes dead. 

“Sorry Peter, we’re definitely getting suspended.” You sigh to the boy, who just sheepishly smiles at you in return.

[flygefisk]

OOOO OK YOU ASKED FOR PEOPLE TO ASK ABT YOUR DRAGONS IM SO DOWN, so much so im going off anon for this shit /pos gods im obsessed with howl and synder rn, the writing was phenomenal!!! Since on my side fr is doing its maintenance thingy I cannot look at your lair, but id looove to know more about them!!

Like for example, is there any more about Syndor you can lore drop about? Is he a regular ol guy (species wise) or a lil something else?

Oh and Howl!!! Im sorry if its obvious and I just missed it cause its late but what is she?? It sounds like shes some sort of badass zombie but Id love to know

OH AND i am in fact very curious about the most recent anciets you got, they are so so cool!! I adore gentle giant characters, hugging the big ladies finger rn <333 I unfortuantly dont have a lot of ideas for names for either, but the sea monster is giving me K, A, or M vibe names, ones that sound sing songy to speak!

aaaa thank u!! i have. No confidence in my writing tbh so i very much appreciate it <3

syndor, biologically, is a very average dragon. he's just been through some stuff. he is trying very hard to keep his past in the past. after all, his present is so wonderful.

howl's meant to be a little bit unfathomable, so fair! but they're not a zombie- the body they're in is totally alive. mortal, even. it bleeds! it hungers! i guess they were reincarnated, but with more intent.

i had written more about what howl was before their death but didn't like the pacing, so i scrapped it. the tl;dr version is she was a girl (who was actually transmasc/genderqueer in an era where that was not an option), murdered by a suitor. a wild god found the body, found the wild thing that was howl, and gave it a new life. their initial story + the scrapped portion is under the cut if you want the whole thing!

howl and syndor are kinda two sides of the same coin- howl is completely free from its past, living in the present, happy. i'm not sure how much they remember of their last life. syndor, though, is hiding from his past, it sits like a shackle holding him back. he lives in the present, not out of the joy of life, but because he can never go back and feels he doesn't have a future.

they're good for each other like that. syndor helps howl navigate a new world, howl helps syndor find his own way.

tbh i was kinda thinking calypso for her! iiii haven't had a lot of time to think about either of them tbh, its been. a rough week asfsds

once, long ago, there was a girl. this girl was a farmer's daughter, loved by all in the village for her kindness and beauty.

the girl had many suitors. carpenters, merchants, knights, all loved the girl. she never courted any, though. her father hoped she would marry, find some wealthy husband who could support her, and was always quietly disappointed when she turned them away at the door.

the girl knew what she was supposed to do. she often spent time with the other girls in the village, laughing at their talk of boys and secret kisses and nights spent hidden away together. she knew she was meant to marry a man and have his children and clean his home.

to the girl, this sounded like hell on earth.

the girl had something she was hiding- something that lived within her, something wild and angry, that she could not describe. the something rioted against the idea of being a housewife, reviled the thought of motherhood.

its snarls and howls grew louder and louder with every suitor. she was sure that one day, the something would eat her alive.

-

once, long ago, there was a prince. this prince enjoyed traveling his country, meeting folks from all walks of life, giving gifts that, to him, were pocket change, and, to his subjects, were life-changing. it would be easy to assume this habit made the prince a kind man.

the prince met the farmer's daughter, and was struck by her beauty. he took her polite smile and sweet laughter as acceptance of his courtship.

the prince gave the girl and her family lavish gifts- jewelry, silken gowns, bottles of fine wine each costing more than her home. the girl's parents were overjoyed, of course. they would be nobility, if she married the prince, rich beyond their wildest dreams.

the wild something in the girl howled every time she saw the prince. it snarled when he kissed her hand, screeched when he placed another golden chain round her neck.

she imagined its teeth gnawing at her bones, so full of hatred it tore its own skin with sharp fangs and claws. she imagined her own mouth full of fangs like that. she imagined those teeth tearing into the prince's throat. ripping out his honeyed words. clawing out his selfish eyes. staining that fine silk and velvet with dark blood.

how sweet that would be.

-

once, long ago, there was a farmer. he had a daughter, a kind and beautiful girl loved by all who met her. and his daughter had a suitor, a prince who loved the girl.

the farmer loved his daughter, and wanted her to be happy. he felt that she was unhappy sometimes, though she always wore a sweet smile, and he felt it was due to their lifestyle. he was certain if she married the prince, she would be happy. safe from poor harvests and harsh winters. warm, well-fed, and happy.

the prince came calling one day, while the girl was out, so the farmer happily told him where she had gone. the farmer hoped today would be the day the prince proposed.

the girl was picking berries along the creek- she loved walking in the forest, listening to the sounds of the wind and birds and insects rather than the incessant chatter of the village. quiet and peaceful. the wild something was angrier than it had ever been, but it seemed calmer in the forest.

until her quiet afternoon was interrupted. the prince on his white horse, his voice so loud and vain and self-obsessed. the girl's father had been right, the prince had come to ask the girl to marry him. again.

no, she said, for the dozenth time. the wild something growled. he asked again, insistent and irritating. the wild something snarled. again and again he asked, until it was more of a command than a question, and the wild something howled and bit and clawed until it leapt from her throat, her sweet voice full of rage as she rejected him once and for all.

the flash of metal, the tearing of fabric, of skin. the spilling of blood.

she died with his blood under her nails.

-

once, long ago, there was a god. it was a wild, ancient god, one of blood and lust and life. a forest god.

the god scented blood on the air, civilized blood. it cared little for civilized folks, as most gods do. it cared little whether they lived or died. but it was a curious god, so it tracked the scent, bounding on deers' hooves to its source.

the god's paws left no tracks in the bloodsoaked earth around the creature's remains. it touched the weapon buried in the thing's stomach, ran its talons over the strange covering it wore, brushed a bit of hair from its face. the god considered the creature for a moment: its face contorted in rage, its hands and coverings stained dark. there was another scent here, under the obvious blood and rot, one even more familiar to the god.

a wild something, indescribable even to the god of such things, coiled around the body that was once its own. it stared up at the god, its teeth bared. the god raised its head and howled in its many voices, joined soon by the wolves and coyotes and hawks and hares of the forest, in a mournful harmony of all wild things.

the something howled too, until its song became a scream, letting loose all the sorrow and love and rage of a life that would never have been enough.

the forest went silent. the god lowered its head and nuzzled the something, like a doe to her fawn, like a bear to her cub. wild things understand each other. they understand the cycle, that nothing lasts forever and nothing really dies. the god understood the something's desperate plea, no need for words.

another chance.

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once, not so long ago, there was a man. he walked through an overgrown forest, dirt on his hands and his shovel. he loved walking in the forest, listening to the sounds of nature. it was calming.

he paused near a burbling creek to wash the sweat from his face. he sighed in grim satisfaction- tired, sore, numb. but it was over.

the man realized, after staring into the water for long minutes, that something was different. wrong. the forest was silent here. his eye was drawn to a large stone behind him- half his height or more, veined with black and glittering white patches. on its face, a handprint made of something dark.

a strange impulse took over, something wild within him, and he began to dig.

a scraping sound. crumbling earth. cracking twigs. then, light. sunlight. warm and bright and so welcome after so long in the dirt.

the creature reached out from its grave. its hands- long, clawed, discolored- shook as it pulled itself up. it blinked against the morning light, yawned as though waking from a long nap.

it almost didn't notice the man with the shovel. he stared at it, his expression unreadable. it ignored him, letting the world wash over it: a cool breeze on its face, the sound of the water, of birds and insects, of wind through the leaves, the cloying scent of dark earth giving way to flowers and trees.

finally, the man held out a hand- blistered, covered in soil- and the creature let him pull it from the earth.

the man removed his cloak, wrapping it around the creature's broad shoulders. it rubbed the fabric between its clawed fingers- soft, warm, dark like good soil- and smiled. it should have been frightening, with its sharp teeth, but the man just smiled back.

wild things understand each other.

[lonely-pcp]

helloo I recently came across your blog and theres smth I’ve been wanting to know. A few years back, I’ve been told by a few spirit workers nearly the same thing that theres an entity (possibly grey/dark alignment) that’s been trying to reach out to me. I got suspicious as I had a dream about the entity back then and started researching on it but I kinda forgot about it due to my studies. Is there any chance that the entity could still be around ? and as I’m new to spirit work how do I try to communicate? Theres no pressure whether you answer or not but i hope you have a great day/night !😁

AAAA sorry anon that I’m so late! I was gonna answer this a long time ago but I unfortunately forgot to save the draft… I have more experience now (both with tumblr and spirit work!) that I can hopefully help you out with this if you’re still wondering.

so… first things first! I think you’re definitely doing the right thing by reaching out to readers and asking more experienced practitioners about this subject. I think there could very well be a spirit around you if you’re getting the same answer from multiple readers. That’s definitely a sign not to be ignored.

Determining whether spirits are around can be difficult, because they don’t always manifest in obvious ways. A lot of the time you have to be observant and put in effort on your side too.

you mentioned that this spirit has communicated in the past through dreams, so a good thing to do is simply ask for an appearance in your dreams as a confirmation that the spirit would like to hang around. You probably won’t remember the dream, so dream journaling is ESSENTIAL to this communication method.

also, I forgot to say this, but please don’t do any of this if the spirit is extremely hostile or violent! If that’s the case here then I’d recommend banishing them or something to avoid negative consequences of having that energy around. Black arts alignment is DEFINITELY to be avoided for a beginner so maybe don’t try these things if any of your readings have mentioned black arts.

Please let me know if there’s anything I missed regarding this topic! It’s like almost my bedtime and I’m almost about to keyboard smash lolz

[earlysunshines]

"I love you when we only have a few minutes together" UARGH THAT HURT omg I missed you </3

aahdg that this tension the stolen glances hnm the way your write about the all the memories and emotions coming back hnmnm

alas this answer may feel broken cause i've been reading it separately on work breaks and just noting down what I want to say so sorry in advance jshssk but this one.. has been on my mind all day

OH first meet scene waitup

LIKEURGH THIS you know what you do and I love to read it, i don't remember the word but you said it on that dani fic but this thing minji says is "I hope this seat isnt taken" it being the same saying from the past, like it is a cherished memorie for minji too aaakshrgrhj

like the way you put some light angst "(there were more nights that stung.)" udggdjlet them be happy 😭😭

ok, talking this as a whole i love this build up where they are becoming obvious to others but not themselves like the interaction in front of cameras, the longing interactions, hanni pointing it out something even the bunnies noticed, it start to become too casual for them because they did it on the past but all this tension together aaaa🧍🧍

love that hanni is being the intermediator (?) like knowing her im sure she is observing it all and would even plot something with danielle cause they are like that

DONT omg not the throwback in memories nightmare dream idk

ok so, as someone who unhealthy does this shutting down emotions too I know very well how it bottles up, and having someone who can read you easily is.. scary. the anxiety of worrying them too? yeah it feels different being the one to read about it but it is a food talk

"her touch is softer now, more tender, more vulnerable"AHGR😭😭🤸🤸🏃🚶

im so happy you made this little part about the members seeing minji n yn and they explaining it all after aurgrh omg this one made my heart ache

really liked this one, as always, all the unspoken tension the longing the light angst, it all being kinda a fated thing, ah 😮‍💨😮‍💨good. all your pining ones have a special place to my heart cause it makes me wanna do flips all over from excitement

yeah I think that's it, have a good weekend ahead! :) 🫶

-🤟anon!

YAYAYAYAYYYYY I LOVE YOUR REAPONSES KM YIPPPEEE YIPPEPEE

lowk i nibbled w this one i think i did better w emotions this time i mean i tried?-?:!2

and don’t worry if your responses seem this or that i just love them regardless💔💔💔💔😿😿😿😿lock in at work!!

yes i loooove giving reader and member deja vu they’re never gonna know peace god bless and idk i tried so hard to make it angsty but my best angsty fic is prob the dani one LOL

RIGHT hanni is the median and then it’s another. one of those everyone knows it but them type tropes and UGH they’re so in love i need to die

i also bottle things up 😭😭i fear… anyways that’s not important yes han and dani always plotting don’t ever let them out of sight yes yes and the members getting a whole story time was not originally in plan but it fit so i added it

i liked writing this one bc it was like idk a lot of emotion but that also made it hard to write bc i’m not good w non fluff things bc i have to start thinking a lil hard and i have like five braincells rn my neurons don’t even work correctly like

THANK YOU FOR THE REPSINSE I ALWAYS LOOK FORWAD TO YOURS😭😭😭I LOBBB thank u have a great weekend!!!

[zestyaahbutler]

AAAA!!! Thank you so much for the tag @nuclearforest <3

there are no requirements for the number of folks that can tag, but if you are tagged: know that the person who tagged you wants you to share three of your favorite lines/descriptions/scenes that you're written.

Since I haven't posted alot of my work, here are my wips that I am too shy to polish and post in full! Some may be a tad nsfw! :)

3. Small Lotte and Walter Oneshot called Nächtlicher Rauch

She was going to get up soon. Just not when the bed cradled every part of her body perfectly. The sheets of the mattress that rubbed up against her cheek felt like heaven. Just when she noticed this, she also felt something tickle the hand she had just put down. It was soft. It was his hair. His locks were the color of ink. Her own hair resembled his yet it was somehow more interesting. Her fingers twirled small strands around her index finger, pulling it away and letting it fall back down. Her aimless activity continued. Careful to not let her indulgences be known, she avoided any knots. She looked back to his sleeping expression to see a single string out of order with his part. Being the German she is, an urge to get it back in order pushed her to get it back in place. Just when her hand was hovering over his face, the most peculiar thing occurred. A smile. It wasn’t obvious but it was certainly there. The corners of his lips that twitched up went back into place. It couldn’t have been a coincidence. She just had to test him once more. Combing some of the hair to reveal the left side of his face, she went in for her attack. Slow and tortuously she inched closer till she blew a soft breeze onto the back of his left ear which trailed down to his neck. Walter sat up like a rocket.

“You aren’t very good at acting,” Lotte commented bluntly. He covered the part she had blown on as if it was an open wound. The hand was too distracted to cover any of the deep blush that had formed in his cheeks

“Apparently so” he admitted with a sigh. Even if it was just a second, the sensation of what Lotte did seemed to linger.

“Do you have anything to say?” The German girl questioned. The question puzzled him till he pieced the missing word she had forgotten. 

“Maybe, would you care explaining whatever it was that you were doing earlier?” His wording suggested an exchange if she managed to admit what she was up to before. 

“I was checking if you were asleep… or dead”

“That’s…that’s bullshit,” He scoffed.

“Oh so I should just let you die and not help you?”

2. Walter oneshot with him meeting a rather mysterious prostitute

He wasn’t in the city for a mission, to grab cigarettes, or even fetch Arthur something. Instead it was for a much more selfish want. A want to have a woman for his most basic needs. His neck stiffened and almost cramped at the idea of running into anyone he possibly knew on his journey to find a brothel but knew the thought was highly unlikely to come to fruition. Walter while deeply entrenched in his own thoughts came to a stop at an intersection in which cars were currently passing through. It was enough time for his anxiety to push his hand into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Muscle memory served him well and before he was aware, the paper-wrapped tobacco sat between his lips. As final part of his routine he went to light it. Just as he finished igniting it, a figure formed in the corner of his eye. 

A young woman, rather petite with ghostly pale locks that coiled and curved all the way down to her hips. The length of her hair gave him plenty of an excuse to analyze the generous bosom that was hugged by an emerald blouse down to the black calve-length skirt which complimented the shape of her birthing hips. 

Rather impressed with the form, a sift of smoke escaped him. 

“You like what you see?” A soft voice bothered. He quickly locked up to see the pale eyes of that woman staring at him. An apology crossed his mind before he swatted it. 

“I do,” he admitted, a smirk forming as he pinched the cigarette and took it away for a much deeper breath out. She flashed him a smile of approval to how honest he was with her. “What about you?” 

“Hmmm, you aren’t bad.” Her tone was coy and laced with sarcasm. He chuckled a little at this, dropping his current activity to the ground before putting it out by grinding it under his shoe. 

“That right?” She shook her head yes. The cars pass and the two make their way across the street, continuing to walk alongside each other. 

Alucard x the queen smut snipbit (i wrote this long ago as part of the initial joke so its not super polished but I love some of the parts, it would take place in 1945).

“It’s sufficient,” He assured, his large hands went up to take hold of her hips. No pulling, just cradling them in place while she had him pinned down. She could feel her insides flutter, this was in no way how his usual handling of her went. “Now that you have me trapped, I can’t help but wonder what you have in store for me~” Alucard sounded like how velvet would feel. It pleaded for her next move or words. He furthered this by letting his thumbs graze over her sides. His palms practically took up the entirety of her hips. His eyes traced themselves around what he was groping and up to the white blouse that hugged her bosom. “Do you feel like I’ve been teasing you too much?” He adored how such a small woman had such power over him. She could have him in the palm of her hand, yet she only asked for his company. Her kindness was unimportant but he wouldn’t know how to live without it if it was ever taken away from him. He loved his gentle Elizabeth but also wanted to remind her of what he really is. “As a princess, you have a right to do whatever you please to me.” 

“Alucard..” she could only whisper. His innuendo did not fall short on her in the slightest.

Thanks for letting me throw up some of my sins nuclear! I appreciate being included in this :D I look forward to seeing everyone else's stuff.

sitting here to myself reading old works and drafts only to get obliterated by what I thought was a super well written scene and now I wanna spread that joy in a tag game.

there are no requirements for the number of folks that can tag, but if you are tagged: know that the person who tagged you wants you to share three of your favorite lines/descriptions/scenes that you're written.

wanna give it a try? @rotten-hearts-sharp-teeth @hellogreyeyedathena @neet0 @corvidcrybaby @zestyaahbutler

3.

The minute parting of her lips and ruby red dust on her cheeks burn her expression into his memory and he knows that he’ll savor it over and over again. A big bad wolf and his sweet little bunny, living in their cottage in the woods with a floor of wildflowers. Better yet, it’ll be the same little spot that Briar teaches their kids the magic to weaving branches with flowers and Barrett will get to sit and watch over them, alert for threats to keep them safe. That’s almost as strong an urge as the hunt, now, and he wonders how he could ever deny it. He’d lay his life down for this woman without a second thought.

(May Day Celebration, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks Rotten)

2.

He follows not long after, trailing just far enough behind he can enjoy the way her skin seems to glow in the humid air before she takes a couple long strides and flings herself off the end of the dock. Contrary to his training and previously rigid life, he just dumps his clothes in a pile beside hers and follows her lead: taking wide strides until he reaches the end of the dock and vaults himself into the air, landing with a splash that swamps over her just as she surfaces.

Even then she laughs and they chase each other throughout the lake, strokes and splashes kicking up ripples that disturb the view of heaven overhead. He feels young again with her, cool water caressing his skin and giving him the illusion that, for one night, it was just them in their prime and all the privacy in the world in all the ways he’d craved before the violence of his life dragged him in.

(Midnight Dip, Claire/Hans, OCxCanon)

“No!” Briar squeezes his hand in hers, taking him seriously. “I’m knitting so we can curl up in it together. It's warmer that way.”

1.

His eyebrows push together and he wrinkles his nose at her, seriously questioning her judgement, before he gives up and decides it’s at least in his favor for now. “Are you knitting that blanket so that you can stay warm without me?” He cracks a dry smirk at his own joke.

“If you insist,” he says, smile falling back into neutrality.

"You're not going to make me leave soon, are you?" Briar’s hand in her knitting tightens.

It’s Barrett’s turn to squeeze the hand he holds. "No, you'll always have a spot in my den, bunny."

In Briar’s ears, the sound of the television drowns out and her heartbeat picks up. Her sweater and the half-made blanket in her lap are stiflingly hot and yet not warm enough. It leaves her fingers twitching and her gaze searching Barrett’s calm face. "Don't say that or I may never leave."

"All the more reason for me to say it over and over again."

(Dreams, Briar/Barrett, OCxOC, thanks again Rotten!)