#IGNORE HOW I DRAW PHOENIX. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.

[nebinarnagovnara]

(2/2) Edgeworth meets Wright for the first time

Part 1!

For the prompt of Narumitsu Week Day 5: Another Universe, here's part 2 of this comic for my Story Contest AU.

[Transcript]

The descriptions how the characters look are in the Intro post linked in the word "Story Contest AU" in the previous caption.

The comic is mostly monochrome in black and white, with slight color variation due to a filter.

Page 1:

Wright leans in to Edgeworth. "So," he starts, "See anything you like?" Edgeworth simply stares at him. Trucy, still holding the big painting, turns to Phoenix, "Daddy, can I have my burger?"

Edgeworth's empty stare of shock.

Edgeworth's empty stare of shock evolves into a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. The hand rises his glasses as he does so. "Of course," his train if thought begins.

"Um, sir...?" Wright questions him, "Uh." "Here you go sweetie," he hands his daughter a burger. She thanks him and adds, "I think you broke him." Meanwhile Edgeworth turned away from from them, his face in his hands, emanating a depressing aura while he is thinking, "Of course, it's the artist's daughter. Just what am I thinking? Embarrassing. I am so tired."

"Erm," Edgeworth turns back around to face Wright, his hand going through his hair, "My sincere apologies, but unfortunately I cannot afford original artworks at this time..." "Ah! Say no more!" Wright exclaims, his hand raising.

Page 2:

Wright is picking up a stack of papers from the table.

He hands Edgeworth the stack, grinning, while Trucy stares at Edgeworth from behind, munching on a burger. "Prints! Seven bucks. Go wild!" Wright tells Edgeworth.

Edgeworth starts going through the stack, his fingers dipping among the papers while thinking, "Ahh... Now I am expected to purchase something... I would feel incredibly bad if I left them hanging like this..."

His fingers stop, as he sees a glimpse of a Steel Samurai illustration.

"The Steel Samurai!!!" he yells in his mind as he stares wide eyed, sweating and blushing at his discovery.

"Do you sell more... Of this type?" Edgeworth asks, pulling the Steel Samurai illustration out of the pile. Trucy has her eyes on Wright now. "Ahh, no unfortunately..." he replies.

Edgeworth: "That's a shame." Wright: "To be clear, I did sell them at one con I was at... That one here is leftovers, haha." Edgeworth: "So you attend comic cons?" Wright: "Yeah, but mostly with a friend..." They continue going on and on while Trucy is eating her burger and her eyes swipe between them.

Page 3:

A panel of their hands, Edgeworth handing Wright the money bills. "Here you go," he says. "Thank you so much!" Wright replies. There are sparkles around them.

As Edgeworth is putting the print in his bag, Wright wishes him a nice day and he nods.

Edgeworth looks down and starts brooding. Wright looks at him questioningly.

"Here goes nothing," he thinks, pulling out a scrunched piece of paper from his pocket.

He hands Wright the paper. "A contest." Sweat drops roll down his face. Wright is surprised, and Trucy in her curious nature lifts herself up so she can try and peek the content of the paper.

Page 4:

Edgeworth is holding out the paper, blushing furiously and sweating. The focus is on him. He is surrounded by sparkles and cozy, dull lighting. "This is a flyer for an illustrated story contest. All the information is on it, if you wish to take a look... The contestants join in teams of two..." he begins to say.

Wright simply stares at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, also blushing. The focus is now on him, and he is the one surrounded by sparkles and cozy, dull lighting. Edgeworth continues, "I am a writer, Miles Edgeworth. Your artworks have piqued my interest... If you're interested..."

Wright nervously smiles at him, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nghh... There it is..." Edgeworth realizes to himself, "That look of pity..."

Trucy practically jumps in front of Wright. He jerks at her appearance. "That's so great!" she exclaims, smiling widely, "Perfect!"

Page 5:

"Daddy hasn't drawn in weeks!" she continues giddily, accentuating the 'weeks', those words sharply stabbing Wright's head. He freezes in shock. Edgeworth's hand twitches as Trucy quickly swipes the flyer away from him.

"It'll be so good for him!" Trucy says. Edgeworth stares dumbfounded at his now empty hand, and fixes up his bag on his shoulder.

Wright, exasperated, looks at his daughter, shoulders slouched, blushing from embarrassment. In return she turns on sparkly eyes and looks at him back.

Her gaze gets more intense and way sparklier, and Wright closes his eyes.

"Okay!" Wright declares, straightening up, one hand on his forehead, and another digging through his hoodie pocket. He repeats himself more quietly, "Okay." Trucy raises her arms in victory and grins.

"Listen, um, Mr. Edgeworth," Wright begins, smiling nervously, pulling out his old Nokia phone from his pocket, "I can't promise anything, but you did buy from me. You can give me your number and I can let you know by tomorrow. How does that sound?"

Page 6:

Edgeworth, with the back of his hand over his mouth, surprised, stares at him. "... That is amenable, yes." The answer he gives him is calm, but inside his mind, he is crying in excitement and relief, yelling "There is hope!" in all caps. The panel is filled with flashes and flickers.

Edgeworth is typing in his number in Wright's phone. "...Erm, forgive me, I didn't catch your name?" he asks.

"Oh! Phoenix Wright. Nice to meet ya," replies Wright.

"Likewise." As he says this, Edgeworth thinks, "What year is this phone from...?"

[End transcript]

[captain-pheonix]

Hello. I will call you Phoenix because that sounds very cool and you are cool and I platonically like you and enjoy your works.

Anyways I have come to request an all mercs + Pauling if you’re comfortable and want to write that. (If not maybe just Medic +whoever else you want to write for.) with a reader who has Schizophrenia? I’ve been going through some moments with it and the TF2 mercs are my comfort characters and your blog just feels nice.

If you aren’t comfortable with this feel free to block me or just ignore this ask entirely! Thank you very much!

A/n: GAHHH ILY PLATONICALLY TOO 🫶 ty for sending in a request, I’m so glad you enjoy my works! I try my best! I made sure I did some more extensive reasearch about schizophrenia/the real experience with it before I wrote this, please let me know if I should make some edits! (And other ppl reading this, also don’t be afraid to send an ask about making edits!)

Mercs + Pauling w/ reader w/ Schizophrenia (headcannons)

(Platonic or romantic!)

Pauling:

- will have some guilt about how she works all the time and can’t be there for you

- might send some gifts and call you in between jobs/travel, asking how you’ve been, asking if now was a good time or if you needed a distraction

- as soon as she gets the chance to come see you, she takes it

- asks over and over if you’re okay, because it’s been keeping her anxious on her jobs

- she’ll comfort you with sweet words over the phone if you call her for help

- reminds you to take your meds

Scout:

- absolutely clueless

- buys into stereotypes

- “the voices” type shit

- this guy is gonna need a thorough explanation as to how you feel all the time

- probably asks you how you’re feeling all the time too

- might be a little too quick to do his sneak-attack hugs

- likes hugging you a lot, so that could offer some grounding if you’re having delusions/hallucinations

- words of affirmation 10/10

- expect a lot of words…

- speaking of a lot of words, need an auditory distraction? The scout-o-matic is here! (Only $69.99)

Soldier:

- clueless prick

- thinks you’re some spy or something

- it might take the entirety of the team to convince him otherwise and try to explain it to him with your help

- might also buy into the stereotypes

- if you say you hear or see something that man is going to run around screaming with his shovel trying to chase them off for you (believes they’re real, but only you have magic powers to see them or something)

Medic:

- #1 meds administer

- does not buy into stereotypes, since he may know something about it

- (fw researching you heavy)

- dude is taking notes as you’re straight up not having it

- jk he goes to comfort you if he can after a bit

- you WILL be staying in the infirmary with him (sorry I don’t make the rules)

- will look into techniques to help you

Demo:

- you already know he’s offering alcohol to take the edge off/distract

- you have tried many times to tell him that that will not work

- if you had alcohol with your meds things would not end well

- offers himself as a napping space for being really exhausted (I’d take him up on that)

- he might already be passed out when you go to ask if you two can nap

- might wanna just scootch in there

Heavy:

- will protect you from the bad things (or at least try)

- if someone hurt pookie that’s no good it will not do

- offers protective bear hugs if you need something/somewhere/someone to cuddle up to and be distracted/grounded

Pyro:

- if you’re describing what you see to them, or have in the past, they might try to draw them with good old fashioned crayons and printer paper

- also schizophrenic 😭

- huge empathy from them

- but uhm they might also just straight up not know they’re schizophrenic, so bro could just be like “same”

- alright enough Gen z talk from me (there can never be enough)

- even if just hanging out with them makes you feel more comfortable

Sniper:

- probably feels bad for you

- opts to hang out indoors if hallucinations/delusions are not fun outside

- comforts you when you think you see or hear something

Spy:

- if he’s attempting to be subtle you might expect some noise cancelling headphones and other helpful tools show up at your door

- if you need a break from certain rooms he’s definitely gonna offer his smoking room

- gets you pill organizers for your meds if that’s something you struggle with

- offers lots of gentle comfort

- let’s be honest, this guy was clueless before you started talking to him about it and what it was

- now he just wants to offer help

Engie:

- probably pities you a bit

- gives you that Texan hospitality but may take a bit to understand you better

- will 10/10 make you something if there’s something he can make to help and if it’s possible

- gonna try everything in his power to make your life easier

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Hopefully I did okay 😭 ty for sending in your request!!

[thatonechocogirl]

What's your thoughts on Brother Bear 2? Have you ever tried drawing Nita?

saw this ask and audibly gulped because it might be controversial but uhm

since i've been on here for like, nearly 5 years now, there's one secret i feel i have to share with you all:

..i did not care for brother bear 2. i'm not a fan of it.

AND BEFORE YOU BRING OUT YOUR PITCH FORKS JUST HEAR ME OUT OKAY

if you like the movie, THAT IS FINE!! this is just my personal opinion and my thoughts on the movie, so please don't let me change your feelings on the movie as i'm just simply sharing what i think of it because this person asked

i don't really like the plot. not sure why it shifted from a familial love plot in the first movie to romance in this one

to my first point, i don't think kenai needed a love interest AT THE MOMENT. does this mean i hate nita? absolutely not! i like her; but was she needed at the moment? no. personally, i think the sequel still should've been based around kenai and koda's relationship, especially after the events of the first movie and finding that kenai had killed koda's mother. however, i do think the plot we ultimately got would've worked for me IF koda was an adolescent in this movie, but it seems like he's still around the same age as the last movie.

denahi and sitka aren't mentioned ONCE? not even a "oh i remember when my brothers and I used to-" from kenai? just? no mention? (i do know that denahi wasn't shown in the sequel because his VA had passed away after the first movie and they wanted to respect that by not bringing him back)

kenai lowkey DID push aside koda to be with nita. like how are you gonna off bros mom, then ignore him for a duration of the movie just to talk to your crush and even at one point consider turning back into a human? not saying he shouldn't miss being human because that's a normal feeling, but actually consider changing back? kenai don't piss me off

"well, haven't you heard of the birds and the bees? 😏" get out

it really irks me how kenai and koda look in this movie. i get it's a sequel, and sequels are usually made at a different studio and with less budget, so obviously it's not gonna look EXACTLY the same as the first one. but still, the change is just, so off putting to me

speaking of change, kenai's voice actor; he went from being voiced by joaquin phoenix, to deadass derek shepherd. this voice change is also off-putting to me not because i don't like patrick dempsey, but i just, really like joaquin's voice more. it's somewhat soothing to me and scratches some part in my brain, his range for emotions is amazing and his voice was just so perfect for kenai's character (talented bastard). so i was a little disappointed he didn't come back in the sequel, but if i'm not wrong i think the reason why he didn't come back is because he was already working in another movie

i mean there's some parts of the movie i like. i GUESS i liked some of the scores, i liked the background art, you can definitely tell kenai LOVES koda regardless of anything; like the part where kenai was trying to find koda in the mountains, he was only screaming for koda the whole time. even when he heard nita's scream during the avalanche, he still screamed for koda after seeing he was with her. so some parts of the movie definitely had me saying "aww" and whatnot

overall, i'm just not a huge fan of it. couldn't really get into it

but who am i to say anything *sips sprite*

[confiaenanaa]

Hi!! Could you do one in which Em meets reader's parents and he's nervous they won't like him and keep asking reader how to dress, what to say or do??

nervous - eminem

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

masterlist

synopsis: Marshall's nervous about meeting Y/N's parents.

A/N: had a lot of fun writing this one! I know my chapters are short and stuff, but I hope that soon I'll be able to get one out that's super duper long for you guys!

Marshall had never imagined he’d be sitting on his bedroom floor, surrounded by piles of his best clothes and shoes, all for a girl. Well, not a girl; the girl. Y/N was his diamond, his crown jewel. He adored her in every way possible, which is why he was stressing so hard over meeting her parents. This was a very big deal to him; if her parents didn’t like him, what would come of the relationship? 

-Fuck it. 

That’s what he kept muttering to himself as he dialed Y/N’s number in his phone. It rang once, twice, three times, and finally…

-Hello?

-Hey baby.

-Oh, hey, Marsh! What’s up?

-So, I was picking out what I was gonna wear tonight when I realized that I have nothing!

-You’re so dramatic, you have a huge closet! You’ll find something in there.

She was right. He had a plethora of clothes in various styles. There had to be at least one decent outfit somewhere among the mass of fabric tainting the cleanliness of his bedroom. Sadly, he still thought none of it was good enough.

-I actually don’t. Nothing here is nice enough to wear to meet your parents.

-Marshall, my parents aren’t some strict, stick-up-the-ass, crazy people. They don’t really care about what you’re wearing as long as you don’t look homeless.

-Have you seen what I wear? I do look homeless!

-No… you look like a classy homeless man. There’s a difference.

-Baby, I’m serious. I’m real stressed here.

Y/N sighed at his apprehension. He truly was ridiculous at times. 

-What do you want me to do about it?

-Well, can you come over?

-Fine. Be there in 10.

Y/N hopped in her car after throwing on some clothes and took off. She herself needed to get ready, but that need not be mentioned. She’d figure it out. Once she pulled into his driveway, she saw him standing at the door, visibly anxious. Y/N stepped out of the car and greeted Marshall.

-Hey, baby.

-Hey. Help me please.

He sort of jogged up the stairs and led her to his bedroom. Y/N audibly gasped at the mess he’d made. Clothes strewn all over the floor, shoes on the table, perfumes thrown on his bed, the man was a wreck. 

-Good god.

-I know. I have a bit of a mess. But, ignore that. Can you help me pick everything?

-Yeah. Yeah, okay.

Marshall went through the mess finding outfit after outfit. Y/N said all of them were fine, but he wanted his outfit to be great. At this point, Y/N was saying they were great just to get him off her ass. She was running out of time to get ready. 

-Baby don’t lie to me! Tell me if the clothes are actually good, please.

Y/N groaned and stood up from her spot on the bed. She went over to the pile farthest from them and grabbed a nice shirt. Then, she went over to a pile of jeans on the other end of the floor and picked up a pair of jeans that were nice and hadn’t touched the floor yet. Next, she found the shoe pile and grabbed a matching pair of nice jordans and a nice smelling perfume in the pile next to them. She put it all together in front of Marshall and his jaw dropped slightly. 

-Wha… how did you…?

-Magic. Y/N shrugged. She finally went over to the closet and grabbed the nicest clothes she could find from the small and, quite frankly, lacking collection of clothes she kept at Marshall’s house.

-Wow, baby. You look… great.

Marshall looked like a man reborn; a phoenix reborn from the ashes. He was a new man. He looked classy and spiffed up. He wore nice jewelry and a nice watch, but not so nice as to draw attention or to gloat upon his success. 

-Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.

Y/N smiled as Marshall grabbed her hand and guided her to his car. She knew that her parents would love him no matter what, but she still liked teasing him and making him work for it. 

-Well, are we going?

[eod-agent-13-12]

Indefineable and the Future

There are just some things that don't fit into neat categories.

Content Warnings: Hurt/comfort, implications to parentification, struggles of women in STEM, self-esteem issues

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Agent Phoenix, Florian, walked into the safe house with caution. Their eyes looked around at the piles of components strewn about the room.

Schematics and graphs were left sticking out at the crevices of the mess.

"Dr. P? Are you here?" They entered inside, making sure to avoid knocking anything else. After all, they already did so much to ruin her work. It was only right they try to minimize the damage.

"I'm here, Phoenix. There's something going on with the way they implemented recursion in this function. I can't modify it the way I want it." Her voice came from the kitchen, prompting them to head there.

"If I sit listening you talk about the proofs right now, I'd doze off immediately." They shook their head, using their telekinesis to pull a chair closer and sat on it while placing a paper bag on the free counter. "Here. Please just ignore me. My handler took a day off for some reason."

"That 'some reason' is... Oh. Do you have a strained with them?"

"It's... complicated. I love them. But sometimes, it's hard to swallow that when you're acknowledging reality. Ma and practically everyone was in survival mode for a few years, you know?" They took off the ties putting up their hair to comb through them with their fingers. "While she did her best not to, there are still moments where even the older children acted like parents in the family. Sometimes, I'm confused if it was the typical responsibility of an older sibling or if it was because the adults..." They sighed, taking a glance at her screen. "That's a lot of code. When's the last time you ate?"

Heat rushed to her cheeks while they wordlessly 'looked through' the paper bag and passed a container to her. She gave them a thanks before taking a bite. "This is delicious, Phoenix."

"I got it from my ma. I find it fun to be a little helper sometimes. But... yeah. I'm scared of her. I know she loves me, you know?"

"Then what's the problem?"

"She endured so much for my sake. 'Quite an ambitious daughter you have.' 'She'd be better off a nurse.' 'She'll marry anyway so why bother letting her learn that much?' And then I left STEM just to be an agent? Just what can I even say? Did I just... throw everything away? Did I just toss everything they sacrificed for me for nothing? I can't face them, doc. I just can't."

"When I was making the implants, I wasn't exactly looking for someone to use it to cook, Phoenix. Or do any of the feats you did. But it was a pleasant surprise."

"But I didn't. You-"

"I know a thing or two about hearing whispers and gossip, Phoenix. And there's no one else I'd trust with the implant like you. The future doesn't seem as bleak with you in it, Phoenix. I'm sure your mother feels the same way."

"Would... would you have been fine if your robots wouldn't choose to remain as field agents, doc?"

"If they proved they could handle themselves, I suppose I could have been fine with it."

They finished tying their hair up as they reclined on the chair with a subtle smile. "... Thank you. I'm sorry-"

"I'm not hearing it, Phoenix. If you want to make it up to me, how about listening to me for a couple of hours?"

"Deal!"

A small conspiratorial smile graced Dr. Prism's face as she started describing the lines of code and typing comments, noticing how easily they fell asleep.

She knew how much they needed the nap.

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[moon932]

I genuinely think that Gumshoe x Miles is an underrated ship in Ace Attorney. Don’t get me wrong, I understand the appeal of Phoenix and Miles, hell I enjoy reading the fics and browsing the tags. But I think so many focus on just those two. Focus on how well they ought to know each other, and completely miss out on the other relationships within the games. Platonic or not.

(more of my thoughts under the cut)

In the games it’s said and shown multiple times that Gumshoe and Miles have a close relationship. If you ignore the generalization of Gumshoe in the later games, which is a tragedy because Gumshoe was a really interesting character in this first game. He had more dimension, and if he was done right he could’ve portrayed a really interesting viewpoint that isn’t looked at that often. One that touches on how the people within the police system view it. Not to mention how this topic will always be an important thing to discuss, for those who rely on said system and those who work within and alongside it.

But I digress this post isn’t about that.

What this post is about, is that there is a lot more depth to Gumshoe and Miles relationship than I think both the games and fandom give it credit for. There is a trust there that I honestly think run deeper than the one portrayed by Phoenix and Miles. The fact that they’ve worked closely together for years before the first game starts. The fact that in the Investigation games we get a glimpse of how their dynamic works from Miles pov, which yeah we get it in the third game but there’s something more to it in the Investigations games in my opinion. Also in the DLC of the first game, the fact that Gumshoe left Miles the brochure for that lunch place, will always make me smile. It’s the fact that it was such a natural thing, a simple “hey I know you aren’t doing well, here’s a thing I think you might like.”

Not to mention that Gumshoe was the only one who knew Miles was alive during That Year? No one seems to actually talk about that. Putting aside what I think the letter meant, the fact that not even Franziska, Miles’s sister knew if he was alive or not. But Gumshoe knew? Guys. Guys.

Again, I get the draw of Wrightworth. I do, I was also very attached to the ship when I first got into the franchise and fandom. But I do think that there is something to be said about the other relationships portrayed in game that aren’t overly stated.

If this post was shit I’m sorry, please forgive any errors I’ll work on fixing grammar another day. Maybe I’ll also talk about my opinion of langworth if anyone is interested in that.

[wizengamot-chiefwarlock]

But Ron had grabbed Harry's forearm and pulled the back of Harry's hand up level with his eyes. There was a pause, during which he stared at the words carved into the skin, then, looking sick, he released Harry. 'I thought you said she was just giving you lines?' Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix- Chapter 13

idk why i suddenly had the urge to draw this scene. i suppose it's because it's such a climax of a moment in which Ron realises that Harry is straight up being tortured by Ms. Ugly Pink Toad Bitch.

(also, please ignore how Harry's left arm is fading away into nothingness. i was too lazy to finish it)

inked in version~

[oodlyenough]

4-2 turnabout corner

alright finished this case and i guess i'm doing case review posts now. i'm playing this for the first time so no spoilers for future stuff please:

this was pretty fun! and for the most part the problem-solving remained coherent, so that was nice. i feel like i never got any answers about the hit and run though...? i kept expecting it to be more relevant in the end and it just never was. i guess we had no time for that because we had to talk about trucy's panties for the three billionth time

but it was the first case with trucy and first real chance to see apollo do anything, and they're pretty fun. i like unsettling baby genius trucy. even if she totally stole my glory in court because i personally had also figured this out, catch up apollo, stop thinking like a normal person

apollo as the long-suffering straightman is more entertaining than i expected. the dynamic he has with the wrights is pretty funny, just like constantly ganged up on and bamboozled by their double act. poor apollo bawling after trucy fake kidnaps herself lmfao oh buddy

beanix cracks me up. it's so easy to wind apollo up and everyone does it with gusto. i think like 80% of what he says to apollo at any given time is a lie. it's a very funny dynamic to me lmao, "if anything i see you more as a BOTHER figure". i keep thinking of a text post i saw on here, i can't even remember if it was talking about AA specifically or just fandom in general, but talking about how fandom tends to ignore the existence of relationships besides "literal family" or "lovers", and ended with "normalize coworkers". anyway i think about "normalize coworkers" like every time apollo and phoenix interact.

the game is definitely inviting me to question his integrity at all times but the thing is i like phoenix more than anyone else in this game and it's not close, so...

i said it in other posts but adult ema rules!!! i love cranky sarcastic women. related to the point above, i really appreciate having her there as the other tie to the trilogy, and as someone who knew phoenix from before and is loyal to him. same girl same.

i also like klavier, he's fun. i'm curious to know what his deal is since it's not at all apparent why he's doing any of this to me, he doesn't seem to hold any grudge on kristoph's behalf. (what, he just likes law? a normal motivation? in my AA??? is that allowed)

on more negative notes:

i could really have done without an entire running gag for the entire case being about panties and panty snatching and especially a 15 year old telling me about her panties like every line of dialogue. i get that the "joke" is that it's meant to be weird and uncomfortable and apollo is uncomfortable. but like. christ lmao free me

the alcoholic phoenix jokes are not it for me, man! feels sleazy and uncomfortable and i know the game is never even going to like. treat it seriously. they can't even say the word wine. i can excuse weird cryptid phoenix who speaks in riddles and is generally kind of an asshole but i draw the line at "alcoholic single father". fuck off lmao.

in general, a lot of the stuff they're doing with phoenix here so far is, like, tolerable to me only inasmuch as i've been spoiled for it and i also can approach it as a sort of midpoint; i know most people don't like aa5+6, and my opinion may change a bit after i play them, but right now the idea of the series ending here, with washed out (alcoholic????) loser phoenix is so bleak and depressing, and falls into a lot of sequel media tropes i find tired. you often see franchises end their original run on a high note only to follow it up years later with a sequel that's like "but it was all for nought, everyone went their separate ways and Our Hero kind of sucks now". if i'd played this unspoiled in whatever year it was it came out i'd've been so pissed lmao

[film-in-my-soul]

#30 please.

Thank you for asking :3

30. Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

I was wracking my brain to answer this one and then remembered that I have an abandoned WIPs folder I could pull from. The last one in that folder that was touched was my Febuwhump prompts from all the way back in 2023. I had them all planned out and everything. Even wrote a few! So, in honor of that, I'll drop the first one that was part of that collection, as well as mention the last true fic I was going to write. It was a Hangman/Rooster psychic AU. Hangman was going to have psychic powers that he could control, but upon saving Rooster and shaking hands, a psychic bond is formed. Now, anytime Rooster thinks of Hangman, Hangman can feel/hear what Rooster is thinking. Hangman, of course, does not know this, that it's Rooster he's hearing, or it's him that Rooster is thinking about when he... does things, but boy, when he finds out, it was gonna be interesting.

Writer Ask Game!

[Hangster - Touch-starved Jake snapping at Bradley not to touch him even though he wants it. Under the cut]

Jake aches.

There’s a rawness to his skin that makes it feel two sizes two small, pulling taunt over his bones and making him antsy. When he smirks, all false promises and painstaking confidence, he feels like his face may split apart from it with how tight everything is. If it comes off as more of a gritting of teeth, either no one can tell, or they’re too polite to mention.

He did just save the day, after all.

At least, that’s what everyone keeps telling him. And he knows it’s true, knows in the marrow of his bones (the same ones that feel like they’re buzzing) that he’d been the difference between a party and empty caskets. It just doesn’t stop the aching.

It intensifies every time; bending over the pool table and punching the cue ball with vicious precision, he catches a glimpse of Payboy and Fanback, practically glued to one another as they lean on the wall next to the jukebox, heads tilted together, ears touching. Or when Bob hesitantly reaches out a hand to tug Phoenix along with him toward the bar to get refills on their drinks as they switch players.

It’s impossible to ignore when Rooster saunters up to the piano with a stranger on his arm and tugs them onto his lap to bang around some keys and make them laugh, a head falling back on his shoulder.

Jake’s toothpick snaps between his suddenly grinding teeth, and the full-body throb transforms into a yawning pit of nothing. His skin is a void, it doesn’t exist; he doesn’t exist. Even as they call his name, his call sign, raise another toast in drunken honor, Jake “Hangman” Seresin is no longer there, no tether to keep himself inside a body that is splitting itself apart at the invisible seams and blowing away like ash.

There’s a hand coming down between his shoulder blades, not smacking or shocking (though it’s more of the delay at feeling it than from it not being a surprise), and the sensation of slamming back into a physical form is like a vacuum.

Jake doesn’t mean to, because it weakness to do so, but he jolts away from it, the too much all-at-once mismatch of want and hate at the touch forcing him away from it.

Rooster’s just lucky Jake hadn’t sung. Regardless, he binks slowly, hand held up between them, fingers splayed at the unexpected response. Jake swallows down the sharpness rising with a smirk, thin enough at the edges to cut.

He reaches out with his pool stick and knocks it into Rooster’s hand, knocking it away.

“Gettin’ a bit familiar there, aren’t we Rooster?” It’s a miracle that Jake’s voice comes out drawled and amused rather than tight with the tension he’s sure is visible in his shoulders.

Watching the furrowed confusion form between Rooster’s eyes is just as gut-wrenching as watching him draw back fully, taking Jake’s taunt to heart.

Jake can’t help watching it, tracing the distances as it grows inch after inch, the lingering warmth of Rooster’s palm on his back, burning, asking Jake to call it back.

It will hurt either way, Jake figures. To have it or to have to let it go once he’s got it.

So he bites the inside of his mouth, smirks harder somehow, and says nothing at all.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Could I request Ao no Exorcist Lucifer relationship headcanons with my OC? Please and thank you!

Name:  Selma Irene Starling

Aliases:  Irena

Name Meaning:  God’s helmet/Peace

Gender:  Female

Height:  5’1”

Species:  Half angel/half human

Personality:  Patient, kind, selfless, optimistic, creative, trustworthy, steadfast, wise, righteous, intelligent, empathetic, hardworking, passionate, encouraging, respectful, caring, humble, sincere, imaginative, quiet, independent, strong-willed, observant, and honest.

Describe character:  Pure, peacemaker, reliable, integrity, reverent and charitable.

Likes:  Chocolate pudding, long sleeved shirts, art, botany, note taking, environmental science, listening to music, vegetable gardening, collecting recipes, puzzles, nature, libraries and fried dough.

Dislikes:  Cruelty, arrogance, crowds, loud noises, seafood, killing, ignorance, dishonesty, arguing, negativity.

Alignment: Good

Hobbies:  Reading, crocheting, baking, cooking, crafting, drawing.

Flaws/Weaknesses:  Worrying, overworking, isolation.

Strengths:  Family and friends, positivity, uplifting words, helping others.

Age:  28 physically, 100+ mentally

Skills:  Problem solving

Weapons:  Sword, sickle, sling 

Birthday:  December 28

Body type: Average

Appearance:  Shoulder-length curly, light blue/brown hair tied in a braid, ultramarine and turquoise eyes.

Hairstyles:  Different kinds of braids

Extra:  Phoenix companion.  Is diagnosed with Arthritis in her hands and legs. Untidy hair, Insomniac, has a scar on her right and left leg and light skin tone. Naps in random places.

Hello dear! Thanks for requesting!

This is the first time i try to write for an OC, so let's see how it goes!

Let me know what you think!

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When Lucifer first met Irena, he did not trust her at all.

She is half angel after all.

But upon noticing how frustrating she got struggling to stand on her feet and difficulty to hold weapons, he let down his guard a bit.

He talked to Irena, with a kind and understanding tone - he knew all too well how terrible it is to have a sick body.

Oddly enough they bonded over the difficulties of living.

Of course, for her it wasn't as bad as it was for him - her body wasn't decaying - but still, the frustration and the bitterness to be this way brought those two close.

Lucifer tried his best to find an elixir for himself and some kind of relief for Irena.

He did put part of his research team to aid Irena.

She was very, very grateful to him and always treated him team with kindness.

Her positive and sweet attitude towards his underlings, made Lucifer fall for her.

Irena was kind to everyone, she didn't butt in on his goal directly, she actually understood and respected his goals.

He knew she had some immense power, but he still rather have Irena out of the battlefield and more by his side.

Lucifer absolutely loves how Irena cares for his decaying body. Gently bandaging and changing the IV's.

Meanwhile Irena did not mind at all taking care of him and preferred to stay out of the battlefield - all the violence and brute action were not her cup of tea.

Of course, push comes to shove, she could and would defend herself with the help of her phoenix.

Lucifer made a room for her and another one for her hobbies inside the illuminati HQ.

Why two rooms? Because sometimes, when the pain wasn't so unbearable, Lucifer liked to stay with her.

It wasn't everyone that could meet with Irena either. Only a handful of people could interact with her.

Irena found this restriction a bit upsetting, but, Lucifer insisted it was for her safety - getting too close with foot soldiers are not good. They die, they betray. She would get hurt.

Needless to say he is overprotective of her. He treats Irena like her heart is made of glass.

So he is also very sweet and loving with her.

Lucifer loves to braid her hair whenever he can - it brings him a strange sense of calmness.

He doesn't underestimate her though. He knows she is great at seeing answers and paths no one else can see.

So he often asks her input on his plans.

Despite participating in the making of the plans, Lucifer doesn't let Irena participate actively on the execution, because it usually involves some kind murdering or torturing in the end.

All in all, He loves her a lot by her kindness and selfless atitude, but Lucifer treats her hear with utmost care, as if it is made of glass.

Irena adores Lucifer's devotion to those close to him, not only her, but his underlings too. She sees him as a poor soul trapped in a sickly body.

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Thank you for reading! i hope this is of your liking!

[rollercoasterwords]

A little snippet from the next chapter please 🙏

I love this fic so much, I can’t wait for the next chapters!

sure <3

“What’s wrong with Potter?” he mutters, voice purposely lowered considering the flimsiness of the door. Lupin keeps his hands steady, letting the spell finish its work. “The last time this happened,” he says, grimly, “James’s dad was killed. He still blames himself for it.” Sirius frowns. He knows the story of how Fleamont Potter died—he was executed by Lord Voldemort, the day the Order of the Phoenix was defeated in battle and driven underground. “Why would he blame himself?” Sirius asks, “Wasn’t he, like, eight?” Lupin freezes, for a moment, as if only just realising what he’s said. Then he draws back, ignoring the question, eyes fixed on the hastily-healed wound.

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Phoenix Quill's Inktober: Day 4, the Ocean Witch

She wields two wands at once, making it easier to make sea typhoons by spinning the water. She can make "reverse typhoons" to hold herself up in the water, leave the water, or reach higher places. People say she ends up looking like a sea goddess, she is flattered, but refuses the title.

Her wands are made out of coral rich in magic when alive, even after being broken off it's body, the magic lasts in the wands for 7 to 24 years, she also uses chemical treatment on her wands to preserve the magic, giving them a durability of about 47 years. The magic inside these wands is important for two things; when she uses spells, instead of only extracting her magic, she can preserve her mana by having the wand contribute, the second reason is to have a wider arrange of spells possible, certain types of magic can't do certain types of spells, which is the forte of witches, making spells with magic that isn't native to yours.

(Collecting coral, please mermaid no disturb)

Despite not being a sea creature, she is pretty good at talking with them, she has a Al Tinnin, Kelpie, the capricorn spirit, the pisces spirit, the aquarius spirit, a Terrible Dogfish, at her disposal. Her dream is to aqquire a Kraken, Leviathan or Jörmungandr.

What she looks like when she comes out of the water:

I spent most of the day ignoring the thought of coming up with her but then I said "fuck it, I'll just make her because I have too, I won't think about making it any good" and I ended up enjoying it??? And I felt creative and got the juices flowing, anyway I was happy about that, I may change her in the future but considering that before drawing her I was like "ugh ok Im gonna make a cool design with no lore to make this quicker" but I still somehow made lore shows how excited I got, this is why I love inktober, man

[ratgirlhime]

ron delite thief of my heart

[chronomally]

Family curse

[winchesterandpie]

Done waiting

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

Word Count: 1621

Warnings: Very self-indulgent, major insecurities, lots of fluff/comfort

A/N: I really appreciate the support on the other Rooster fics I've been posting--you guys are making it fun to post! This is based on a post that tumblr won't let me link, though I think it was originally intended to have a more goofy tone, so my apologies. Nonetheless, I enjoyed writing it! Without further ado, here you go!

You had been best friends with Rooster since you met in the Top Gun program. Somewhere along the line, you’d fallen in love with him. If you were someone else, you might have told him. However, you were well aware that he couldn’t feel the same, so you never said anything.

It was easier to ignore after Top Gun, when you were both on distant assignments and only able to text or call occasionally. Now, summoned back to Top Gun, for a mission they wouldn’t tell you about until you arrived, you were terrified. For yourself, sure, but also for Rooster. The fear for him was what had your feelings threatening to bubble over.

You needed to get it under control tonight, before the training started. Unfortunately, Rooster was making that difficult.

“Hey, are you okay, Hawk?” The man himself nudged your shoulder, snapping you back to awareness

“Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.” You flashed a tight smile before taking a swig of your drink.

“‘Bout what?”

“They’ve called us all back here. It’s gotta be something serious, I just can’t figure out what.”

“I’m sure they’ll tell us tomorrow. No sense in worrying just yet.”

“Who said I was worried, Roose?”

“Please, I know you. Your eyebrows draw together here,” he said, lifting his hand to touch the spot between them, “and they lift just a little.”

“It’s that obvious, huh?” you chuckled.

“Just to me.” Rooster’s half-smile matched yours. “C’mon, let’s go for a walk. We can catch up.”

“So, how was overseas? Meet anyone special?” you asked once you were out of the Hard Deck.

He laughed, leaning into you to stay upright. “No, no, nothing like that.”

“Oh, I find that hard to believe, big guy. They weren’t swooning over your every flex?” you teased.

“I’ll have you know I don’t just go around flexing.”

“Mmhmm, whatever you say.”

“What about you, then?” Rooster grinned, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What about me?”

“Meet anybody lately?”

“Nah, that was never my thing.” You brushed it off, dropping your gaze. You hadn’t had anyone interested in you before, and you weren’t going to start moping about it now. Certainly you weren’t planning to tell Bradley anything about it. Instead, you turned it back to him once again. “Really? No crushes, no dates, nothing?”

“Well, I…” It was his time to duck his head, catching your attention. “Not--”

“Uh uh, what was that?”

“What was what?” He turned toward you, stopping in the sand.

“You hesitated! There’s definitely someone.” Despite your teasing, his clear interest in someone hit you like a punch in the gut.

“Who said there was someone?” he deflected.

“Please, I know you,” you parroted his words from earlier.

“Fine, alright,” he admitted with a sigh. “There is someone I like.”

“Ooh, and the whole Navy is full of broken hearts for it.” Your heart was among them. “When did that start? Have you said anything to them?”

“I’ve been dropping the most insanely obvious hints for a few years now.” He started walking again, his shoulders drooping ever so slightly before he spoke again. “No response from her.”

“Ok, but what you think is obvious isn’t always actually obvious. You’re sure she would pick up on it?” Quietly, you told yourself that Rooster was your best friend. If this was how he would be happy, you resigned yourself to helping him win over his mystery crush.

“Phoenix said she could see it from a mile away.”

“You told Phoenix before me?” That stung.

“No, she saw it happen. Came up to me to tease me afterward.” It stung less, but the ache in your chest didn’t lessen with it.

“She sounds a little stupid, no offense.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, not stupid. She’s quite smart, actually. Just a bit dense.” 

The undeniable fondness in his voice hurt. You had never been under any illusion that he would be interested in you. Bradley was so far out of your league in every way that mattered. Given time, you knew you would get better at acting. Perhaps you would even get past your feelings for him.

“Maybe you just need to be more obvious?” you suggested.

“How would I do that?”

“I don’t know, maybe just say it to her. Maybe ‘Hey, I love you,’ or something like that.”

“Not a bad idea,” he acknowledged before turning to address you by your name. Your real name, not your callsign. “Hey, I love you.”

“Exactly like that.” You swallowed the hurt of knowing he wouldn’t ever mean that about you no matter how much you wished he would. “Now just tell it to her. And let me know how it goes.” You bumped his shoulder with yours.

“Wow.”

“And y’know, if she still doesn’t get it, she’s too dumb for you, Roose.”

He said your name again.

You wished he would stop. Stop making you melt with just his voice. Stop making you feel things you knew better than to feel. Stop making you wonder if he might just reciprocate. Stop making you wish for what might be.

“What?”

“Do you really not know?” he asked, his face scrunching in confusion.

“Know what? You’re not making any sense.”

“Hawk, it’s you. I love you.”

You laughed incredulously and something like anger grew in his face. Still, you shook your head as you started off down the beach again. “No, no you don’t.”

He stood there for a second, stunned, before jogging after you. “What the hell do you mean I don’t?”

“I mean you don’t love me. You can’t…” You cut yourself off, trying not to cry. “You can’t love me.” 

The anger in his face creased into concern when he heard the sob you choked off. His arms opened, reaching for you. You went to him without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him as you tried to force your shoulders not to shake. His hand held the back of your head, keeping you secure against him. Bradley’s breathing was deep and even, something you used to slow your own gasping breaths. He held you for a long minute, even after you calmed.

“Why can’t I love you?” he asked quietly.

“Why would anyone?” you returned his question with another. “Especially you. You’re… everything--brilliant, talented, funny, gorgeous, kind, everything--and I… I’m just me. You could have anyone you wanted and I just don’t see how you could want me.”

He squeezed you tighter for a minute before he pulled back to look at you. You avoided his gaze, still sniffling a little. His hand moved to your chin, gently encouraging you to lift your head. After a moment, you did, bringing your eyes to his briefly.

“Sweetheart, I--”

You cut him off with a hand over his mouth. “If you’re going to keep talking, I want you to be sure you mean it. I had a guy ask me out as a joke once and I don’t think I could handle it if you did that to me too.”

Bradley took hold of your wrist, moving your hand so it rested over his heart. “I promise you, I would never do that.” He waited for you to nod before he continued. “I do love you. I have since you gave me that old record.”

“Really? That was all the way back when we were in Top Gun.” When you chuckled weakly, his lips tilted up into a half-smile.

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to work up to asking you out since then. Better late than never, I guess.”

“Technically, you still haven’t.” You might have winked at him if you didn’t still feel raw. As it was, you managed a teasing tone that broadened his grin.

“You’re absolutely right. Allow me to rectify that mistake.” Bradley tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear. This time when he said your name, delicious shivers ran down your spine. “Let me take you on a date?”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”  You felt warm as he looked at you in the moonlight. Perhaps it was the reflection of that light that seemed to glow in his eyes that made you braver. “I love you too, Bradley.”

“Yeah?” Shyness colored his tone--a rarity for him.

“Since you found me that time on the beach. You know which one.” You smiled, watching his hazel eyes. “I… I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have laughed.”

“Hey, no, it’s okay. I understand,” he reassured immediately. “I wish you knew how amazing you are, but until then, can you trust me to believe it for both of us?”

“There’s no one on this earth I trust more than you,” you said, your gaze turning a little uncertain after a moment. “You might have to remind me once in a while, though.”

He pulled you back into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaning his cheek there. “I’ll remind you as often as you need for as long as you let me.”

You were fighting tears again, this time wondering how you had possibly gotten so lucky. Bradley didn’t say anything, just held you close. He let you be the one to pull back, and you tucked yourself into his side for the walk back to his car.

“So, about that date,” you started, grinning up at him. “What are you thinking?”

“Well, I was thinking we could make dinner, get ice cream, the whole nine yards.”

“When are you gonna pick me up, sunshine?”

“Same as always, sweetheart,” he squeezed you closer by the shoulders, kissing your forehead. “6 sharp from the locker room after whatever their training is tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me neither.”

[hederasgarden]

Little Games

This story is a little more risque than I normally write so please read the warnings carefully. Likes are wonderful, but reblogs and comments feed the muse. 

Summary: Miles knows it’s wrong to watch you but he just can’t help himself.  Pairing: Miles Miller (Bad Times a the El Royale) x F!Reader 

Word Count: 1.4K Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. Consensual voyeurism (although Miles doesn’t know that at first), m and f masturbation and explicit sexual content. A/N: Thank you @callsign-phoenix for reading this over and @callsignhurricane for the beautiful header!

It’s a slow day when you check into the El Royale. Miles is half asleep at the front desk, chin resting on his hand as he struggles to hold his head up and pay attention to the nightly news playing on the tv. His eyes gradually start to close until the sound of your voice snaps him out of it. He stands abruptly, blinking rapidly while tugging at the hem of his uniform. 

You’re wearing a pretty dress and give him a kind smile. There’s something familiar about you that he can’t quite place. Maybe it’s the color of your eyes or the slope of your nose. He feels like he’s seen you before. 

You listen patiently through the speech he’s required to give, nodding along sweetly. When he asks for your room choice you specifically request one on the Nevada side, a manicured nail tapping on the map to indicate your selection. He likes how you smile, making sure to look him in the eyes and actually listen. So many guests that stay at the hotel are rude or in a hurry but not you. You watch him like he’s the most important man in the room. It makes him feel good. Seen. 

“Thank you for your help, Miles,” you tell him, straightening out his crooked name badge.

Miles can feel himself flush at your praise and he nods, not trusting himself to speak. You don’t seem to mind his shyness, watching him with a fond look. When you leave, his gaze strays to the sway of your hips. You’re beautiful though not in the flashy way a lot of the women who came here were. It’s an understated beauty, one that draws him in and makes him feel comfortable. 

He spends most of the next hour thinking about you with a dreamy little sigh. He wonders what you’re doing in the room. If you're comfortable. Maybe you need more towels or perhaps another blanket. It got cold here at night. Miles doesn’t want to disturb you though. No, that would be rude. 

You must be tired after a long day. He imagines you’ve slipped off your black heels and discarded your jewelry by now. Maybe you’re already in your pajamas. He just knows you’d look pretty in anything you wore…

A little peek wouldn’t hurt he reasons. Just to make sure you were safe and comfortable. You’d never even know he was there. He promises himself he’ll be quick, trying to ignore that guilty feeling as he creeps along. Miles has never been tempted to look into a room he hasn’t been told to film before but there is something special about you. He likes to think you wouldn’t mind either.

When Miles turns the corner and looks into your room he’s unprepared for what he finds. 

You're naked and spread out on the bed, angled perfectly for him to see exactly what you're doing to yourself. You move slowly, dragging two fingers through your folds before working up to that bundle of nerves hiding at the apex of your slit. You rub your fingers there in a circular motion, hips lifting off the bed. The moan you make goes straight to his dick and he swallows hard, hands clenched into fists at his side. 

Miles knows it's wrong to keep watching but he can't make himself look away. He loves how your eyes flutter as you plunge your fingers in and out of yourself slowly, toes curling when you hit the right spot. He can hear how wet you are through the speaker. It’s obscene and it makes his mouth water. He wishes he could smell you, taste you even. He imagines what it'd feel like to be inside you, warm and tight. The way you'd moan his name and clutch him close. 

"Fuck," he whispers, fumbling to get a hand in his pants, his whole body burning with need. 

It feels like he might die if he doesn’t touch himself. He grasps his cock and matches your rhythm, squeezing and pumping his length in time with your fingers. You sigh and pluck one nipple and then the other, massaging your breast while your other finger circles your clit furiously. Your mouth forms a perfect O as you come with a cry. Miles follows a second after, spilling into his hand and panting hard. 

After the rush of pleasure leaves his body, guilt creeps in. Miles closes his eyes, ashamed. When he opens them you’re still lying there, naked and on display for him. Beautiful. He doesn’t understand how something that feels so good could be a sin. How the joy you brought yourself could be so bad, but he knows in his heart of hearts what just happened was wrong. It’s another mark against him in God’s book.

He grimaces, his hands sticky with rapidly cooling cum. Miles cleans himself up the best he can with a handkerchief in his pocket and tucks himself away. When he washes up and returns to the front desk there’s still a flush on his skin. Every time he closes his eyes he sees you and it makes his stomach clench. He already knows he’s going back to watch you again. You’re here for the whole week. He’s done so much bad in his life and hurt so many people. When he looks at you he can forget that for just a moment. 

If he was a braver or better man he might try to talk to you. Ask you to join him for a nightcap but he’s not. He works here after all and there’s so much blood on his hands. He doesn’t want to sully you. It’s better he just watches. 

As if his thoughts have summoned you, Miles looks up and finds you walking towards the front desk. There’s a spring in your step, your pretty dress swishing around your legs. He knows now what you’re hiding beneath your clothes, how your face looks twisted up in pleasure. His cock twitches, an ache springing to life again at the base of his spine. Miles clears his throat, voice a touch too high when he greets you. 

“Evening,” you return, resting your elbows on the counter. 

You’re close enough that he can smell your perfume, something light and floral. There's a hint of something muskier too. He drops his gaze to your hands. Would they still taste like you, he wonders? For a long moment, Miles just stares at them. When you say his name softly again he looks up and pulls at the collar of his shirt. 

“Can I help you with something, ma’am?”

“I came to see if you enjoyed the show.”

Miles freezes, an icy feeling washing over his body. His heart thumps long and loud against his chest. You couldn’t possibly know, could you? 

“The show?” He questions, voice cracking. 

“I know you were watching me, Miles,” you say, leaning even closer. You bite your lip and grin. “I used to work here. I know what the employees get up to when there are guests.”

When Miles opens his mouth the only sound that escapes is a wheeze. You tilt your head and suddenly he sees what he didn’t before. He recognizes you. You were one of the cart girls that worked the lobby when he first started. He remembers you were sweet even then but you’d left shortly after he joined the staff. You look so different standing in front of him now, bold and sure of yourself. 

“I see you remember me now,” you tell him. “I was so happy to find you still working here. I thought about you from time to time after I left.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Miles stammers. 

“It’s okay, really. I wanted you to watch. Hoped you might even join me.”

"Uhhh," he replies dumbly, grunting when you reach for his tie to pull him closer. 

"That's alright," you purr. "I don't actually need you to talk. I have other plans for that mouth if you're interested."

Miles feels lightheaded, his whole body charged like a live wire. 

"Yes," Miles manages to push out, his entire face on fire. 

Hesitantly he reaches out and touches the back of your hand. Your skin is soft and he licks his lips, watching yours part with a grin. 

"Well come on then. We can make a little video of our own," you tell him with a wink.