#SUMO (Gold Type)

[gundamfight]

[peskellence]

DBH - Fuck 💓 Marry 💓 Kill 💓

Cap. Allen ◇ Hank ◇ Carl

😏✌🏻

You know what? I really want to say marry Carl. For similar gold digging motivations as established with Kamski. I can't do it, though. My wallet remains full of lint, as for today the heart wins.

*CRASHES THROUGH WINDOW IN PURSUIT OF THE 'MARRY HANK' OPTION LIKE I'M CONNOR IN RUSSIAN ROULETTE*

I haven't really got an elaboration for this, I just think he's neat. Great character. God knows he deserves some happiness after everything that's happened—also I want to be Sumo's stepmother.

Fuck Captain Allen because he is objectively attractive. Not really my type, per sé, but I wouldn't say no. I have given special hugs to some far less desirable characters in these fmk escapades

Kill Carl, not because I don't think he's cool, but because he's halfway to high fiving the reaper anyway—so I can sort of justify the pillow deployment. I will make an effort to become his friend before this. Perhaps then I can still cut in on a chunk of that yummy, yummy inheritance (sorry, leo)

[millidew]

hits blue with the beam that makes him into a gen 1 pokemon that got new evolutions in gen 2 and 7 (dex entries and extra stuff under cut)

because im normal i made dex entries for both versions of the game

Okiddo (ookido+kiddo), the Rascal/Rowdy/Kid Bully Pokémon, normal type, 1'2", evolves @ lvl 18:

Red: It loves to roughhouse with other Pokémon, most often picking fights with the one it sees as its rival. However, it’s a sore loser. Blue: It chooses another Pokémon as its rival and challenges it over and over again. Unfortunately, it’s also a sore loser.

inspo: rby/frlg blue, eevee, jolteon, purrloin

its shiny would replace the purple with rivazul's blue

Rivazul (rival+azul), the Competition Pokémon, fighting-normal type, 2'7", evolves at lvl 30 if there’s another fighting type pokemon in your party:

Gold: This prideful Pokémon will test prospective trainers with surprise attacks. If its rival has also been caught, it will force its trainer to battle its rival's trainer until they win. Silver: This observant Pokémon has an eye for potential and seeks out powerful trainers. If its rival in battle disappears, it will track it down.

inspo: pokemas blue, jolteon, zangoose, floragato

green shiny to reference the green/blue name debate ofc

this one looks the least like hgss blue...if i could capture the feeling of a leather jacket i would

Rivally (rival+ally, shameless silvally ripoff), the Trainer Pokémon, fighting-normal type, 4'11":

Sun: No longer obsessed with victory, it trains other Pokémon for friendly competition. However, it still refuses to go easy on any opponent in order to maintain its strength. Moon: Although it now helps train other Pokémon instead of pushing them aside, don’t expect it to go easy on anyone. It gets bored fighting weak opponents.

inspo: sumo/frlg/pokemas blue, meowscarada, zeraora, lycanroc, liepard

its shiny would be green colored to match blue's bright green capris

the Trainer category is a ref to his pokespe self's title

not too happy with this design since it doesn't feel very gen 7-ish

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Could I mayhaps ask for your thoughts on each of the Box Legendary Pokemon?

*cracks knuckles* SURE! let's do this

Gold and Silver: I actually don't feel suuuuper too strongly about Ho-oh and Lugia, tbh--though i will say they both have more solid designs than. A Lot of other johto Pokemon imo LMAO. I liked Lugia a lot when I was a kid and that affection has waned a bit as I got older but I do still think it's cool. They both have pretty solid lore as far as Legendaries go, I'm just not particularly attached to 'em...something like a Legends Johto game really has the potential to do something cool with 'em (I feel like with Ho-oh especially) and I do kinda hope we eventually get to see that.

Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald: MY HOMEEEEE Hoenn box Legendary trio sooo near and dear to me...Ruby was my first game Groudon was my first Legendary but I think he's kind of just ok. I like Kyogre a lot more and I Love Rayquaza, definitely a long time favorite Legendary...they're really just a solid trio of Pokemon with some really cool designs and concepts at play, and I like the new lore and forms ORAS gave 'em. Kyogre's Pokemon Pinball boss fight kicks ass to this day and im not kidding.

Diamond, Pearl, Platinum: MY DEAR LATE MIDDLE SCHOOL/EARLY HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS I thinkkkk as a trio I think I might like Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina the best...Legendaries I never tire of seeing. Palkia is one of my all time favs, gazing so lovingly at my giant Palkia plush ive had for some 15 odd years...Giratina is too, honestly, Giratina fucking Rules (though I actually don't like its Origin form very much and never had...I'm an Altered Form Giratina girlie.) They're just all super solid designs and for Dialga and Palkia especially they really feel like perfect embodiments of The Game Theyre the Cover Of. Also I love Origin Form Dialga and Palkia sorry. Theyre my precious ugly as fuck horses.

Black, White, BW2: WELL. THESE MIGHT TRULY BE THE BEST ONES. Zekrom/Reshiram/Kyurem are not my favorite Trio, but together just everything they represent is so cool. One day we WILL see that Original Dragon so HELP ME GOD. I'm more impartial to Zekrom (i played Black and White 2) but it still has such a striking design, I have to say. Reshiram is an especially beautiful Pokemon and definitely one of my favorites. I have. So Many Reshiram cards and plushes HJFDJGDF And well some people don't like Black and White Kyurem for whatever reason, but well i simply have to say they have been making me crazy since high school and the concept of Pokemon Fusion Really in The Game will never not be fucking bonkers slash POS. i LOVE White Kyurem (go figure.) THATS MY FUCKIN FREEEAK

X & Y: i don't. like X & Y very much 🥴 I wish I liked Xerneas more but something about its design is just kind of lacking some 'oomph' ro me. It doesn't feel like a strong poster child for the Fairy type's debut. Despite everything Yveltal does go hard as fucking hell though I still like it a lot. I named the one I caught in Y HELLRAISER back in college and I was shocked they let me name it that.

Sun, Moon, Ultra Sun/Moon: ok nevermind scratch what I said about DPP Sun and Moon have my favorite Legendary Trio for absolute certain. GOD I WISH SUMO/USUM WERE BETTER GAMES!!!!! SOLGALEO LUNALA AND NECROZMA ARE ALL SO FUCKING COOOOL!!!!! DUSK MANE NECROZMA AND DAWN WINGS NECROZMA ARE SO FUCKING COOOL!!!!!!!!! NECROZMA FUCKING EATS THEM FOR POWER. Just in general fantastic designs all around, and it's so cool that Solgaleo and Lunala are Legendaries That Evolve.also i played Moon/UM but I have grown deeply fond of Solgaleo over the last year or so. As if it's my fault he looks like...no, I shant say.

Sword and Shield: I don't like SWSH very much either 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴which is a shame because Zacien and Zamazenta have really cool concepts and designs!! I love their old tattered beat up forms, I love that theyre siblings 🥺I love that the one that isnt Your box legendary goes with Hop, that's so so sweet and so so cool. I just wish SWSH had more of a..........yknow. story. to do anything else of any substance with them. Cool Legendaries in bad games...sad!

Scarlet and Violet: WELL. THESE MAY ALSO BE THE BEST ONES AND I'LL SAY IT WITH MY WHOLE CHEST. god, just. WOW. I like them both a lot but I'm especially fond of Miraidon, to absolute bits. This really feels like the most realized version of a box art Legendary that really truly is a Character in its own right, you get to spend that whole game with your dragon, it well and truly Is Your Friend and it's just fantastic. Theyre endlessly charming and silly and conceptually just so fucking cool. They killed someone. My motorcycle that eats sandwiches. My BUDDY!!! I named my Miraidon Delta Accel :^)

[fierykitten2]

A bunch of my Pokémon in Violet. They weren’t behaving very well, especially Goose which is why its picture is just its arse. I think Lucifer was the most well-behaved, only thing is that meant it was in exactly the same location in almost the exact same pose as Celeste, my other Miraidon

If you’re wondering about the names

Spriggie the Modest Meowscarada - when SV was revealed, I used Spriggie as a shortening for Sprigatito and it stuck even though he was a Sprigatito for less than half a day

Char the Adamant Ceruledge - shortening of Charcadet

Knight the Quirky Iron Valiant - its species is based on knights (this is also why my spite-caught male Gardevoir is called Knight)

Cherry the Quiet Iron Leaves - one name I wanted to call it was Sakura, which means cherry blossom, so it’s a shortening of cherry blossom

Flame the Lax Hatterene (the only non-Gen 9 Pokémon here) - she has a Fire Tera type

Celeste the Quirky Miraidon - I like my middle name

Lucifer the Modest Miraidon - I’d just finished watching Lucifer when I caught it also it’s canonically a jerk

Stingray the Mild Wo-Chien - named after the pink machine in F-Zero (SNES) - the Fire Stingray

Fox the Impish Chien-Pao - named after the gold machine in F-Zero (SNES) - the Golden Fox

Goose the Gentle Ting-Lu - named after the green and yellow machine in F-Zero (SNES) - the Wild Goose

Falcon the Timid Chi-Yu - named after the blue machine in F-Zero (SNES) - the Blue Falcon

Wheel the Naughty Iron Treads (specifically the Titan) - it is a wheel

Santa (it says Bundle, that’s a mistake) the Modest Iron Bundle - it’s based on Santa

Sumo the Lonely Iron Hands - it’s based on sumo wrestlers

Techno the Relaxed Iron Jugulis - most jittery and led of the Paradox Pokémon, also I think it was the first one I caught in Area Zero

Flame the Bold Iron Moth - only Fire-type Paradox Pokémon (another win for Violet)

Sierra the Docile Iron Thorns - something about it makes me think of mountains

Bread the Timid Dachsbun - it is bread

Fang the Relaxed Mabosstiff - it doesn’t really have an obvious theme like the other two Paldean puppies so I named her after its fangs

Candle the Relaxed Houndstone - Greavard has a candle on it

[gertlushgaming]

Zool Redimensioned Review (PlayStation 4)

Our Zool Redimensioned Review (PlayStation 4) reintroduces the world to the Ninja of the Nth Dimension as he is back! Explore vibrant retro landscapes, discover hidden secrets, and take down menacing bosses in a modern reimagining of the classic action platforming adventure Zool.

Zool Redimensioned Review (PlayStation 4) Pros:

- Awesome graphics. -  296.6MB download size. - 25 trophies. - Platformer gameplay. - Display settings - zoom type. (Redimensioned/midpoint/wide 1992) and filter. - Can rebind controls. - Actions - jump, shoot, and slide/spin attack. - All new local multiplayer modes. - Assist settings - turbo fire, invincibility, low health, and infinite jumps. - Contrast setting. (standard/extra/original) - Original Zool has 3 difficulties - Easy, normal, and hard, with a  0 - 5 continues option. - Two game modes - Redimensioned and Ultimate Ninja modes. - Classic 90s-ass-sounding soundtrack. - Tutorial for the controls. - Redimensioned is the modernized version with a double jump and no need for Collectibles. - Ultimate Ninja mode is harder and the original version with no double jump and Collectibles are needed. - Collectibles to be found. - Levels are not always straightforward so you need and want to explore the path. - 90s atmosphere. - End of a level breakdown showing deaths, time taken, any medals earned, and Collectibles. - Finish a level by collecting the gold coin. - Level themes are brilliant from sweets to music. - Big boss battles showing the boss health bar. - Time and score are shown on the screen. - Levels are big enough to explore and find secrets. - Redimensioned has 7 areas with 4 levels in each - Sweet, Music, Fruit, Tool, Toy, Fair, and Sand. - Unlock level select once you finish a game mode and see your best time and Collectibles. - Checkpoints. - Tight controls. - Party mode has four game modes - Zools gold (collect the most items), Rool of Zool (hold the crown the longest) Balls Brawl (into ball into targets), and shuffle. - Beastipedia has all the details and images of enemies and characters. Zool Redimensioned Review (PlayStation 4) Cons: - Doesn't explain the difference between Redimensioned and Ultimate Ninja modes. - No Platinum trophy. - Doesn't have online multiplayer. - Hard to see what are enemies and what are items. - Invincibility has you constantly flashing making it hard to see yourself and use. - Cheats/assists disable trophies. Related Post: Shelter 3 Review (Steam) Zool Redimensioned: Official website. Developer: Sumo Digital Publisher: Secret Mode Store Links - PlayStation Read the full article

[meltedsatin]

Cindi, a gorgeous blond escort with a shimmering pink aluminum mini dress slit to her thigh, glossy hair, and long, tanned legs, was working at an elite agency called "Plastic Blondes." Her clients loved her slender, sexy figure. Across town, Venus, a muscular bodybuilder and wife of Shaniqua, was pumping iron at the gym when Shaniqua called Plastic Blondes with a special request...

"How much do I weigh?" Shaniqua asked the attendant over the phone. "150 pounds max for our Fembots, ma'am. They can't support more than that." Shaniqua grinned, well aware she tipped the scales at 230 pounds, nearly double that amount. "Perfect," she lied through her teeth. "Send one over."

Not long after, Cindi arrived at Shaniqua's mansion looking like a million bucks. But as soon as she stepped inside, alarm bells rang in her head. Shaniqua was enormous, a female sumo wrestler type, with a glower that spelled trouble. Cindi took a step back. "I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I must call the agency..." Quick as a flash, a huge paw grabbed Cindi's arm in an iron grip. She yelped in surprise and found herself soaring through the air, landing with an "oof" on the opulent bed. It was two king mattresses stacked together, covered in gold satin sheets and practically buried in plush pillows.

Shaniqua loomed over her, a sadistic gleam in her eye as she straddled the trapped escort. Cindi struggled and squealed beneath her bulk, the flimsy aluminum dress riding up to reveal more silky thigh. But she was no match for Shaniqua's weight as the big woman bore down on her. Cindi's legs kicked frantically, the dress shredding to her waist now. "Mmph! Get off!"

Shaniqua just laughed, her massive rump crushing Cindi's slender midsection. "Uh uh, you're not going anywhere until I get my money's worth, you scrawny little tramp." She reached down and ripped the rest of the dress away, leaving Cindi naked except for her heels. The blond girl fought to cover herself but Shaniqua easily pinned her wrists above her head.

"Now then," Shaniqua purred, grinding her prodigious posterior into Cindi's crotch. "Let's see what you're made of..." The Fembot's head lolled back, her round titties bouncing from the devastating weight. She was built to serve the whims of her heavier clients, but this was beyond anything in her programming.

[mixhifan]

Vi que mucha gente tiene esto así que (¿?)

Intro?

Lo importante está en la descripción, pero para ser mas específica:

Fandoms:

• Re-animator

• DC (JLI, Batman, Blue Beetle, Booster gold)

• Manwhas con titulos innecesariamente largos sobre tipos que murieron pero reencarnan y se convierten en el mega-super-archi-recetecontra espadachin mistico

• The Mentalist

• Dr Stone

• Attack of the killer tomatoes

Todo muy conciso por suerte

• Pokémon (Pokespe)

• Artrópodos (es un Fandom?)

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🎶Musica🎶

• Virus

• Oingo Boingo

• Talking Heads

• Fake Type

• Los Redondos

• Vagabond Swing

• Sumo

personal

• Pescado rabioso

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• Soy chica

• Tengo 20

Fin

[thenixkat]

that's a bizarre way to start a romance also thanks to the Golden Boy anime I am aware that gold balls represent testicles dick gobbling granny curse… that girl is cis, she doesnt have a dick also they really keep changing this girl's panties to a thong in certain shots to show more ass getting neutered by a ghost and nearly raped and spayed by aliens is a really weird way to start a romance

cause to my knowledge this is intended to be like a scifi fantasy action romance the cursed boy cannot set foot inside a temple due to unholy forces tainting his soul

you really should have thought about that ma'am when you invited a cursed boy to yer temple home these kids are very goofy and i like their dynamic. unfortunately, why the fuck did we need that one fucking scene

grandma ghost legit stole this boy's dick and balls and cursed him to turn into a dick-gobbling granny weregranny

uh yeah ma'am you took down the talisman protecting yer shrine so yer new pal could enter yer house and you didnt put it back up there's an evil spirit visiting the house now that the temple is unprotected

why has the Flatwoods Monster been interpreted as a giant sumo wrester???? also aliens are spirits which yeah the Flatwoods Sumo wants their genitals yeah ghosts and aliens is the same type of being look at enough alien encounters/ufo sightings and its the same fucking shit as ghost encounters

i dont think the aliens know that he's down his junk girl manipulates boy's curse so he remains in control while its active and instead of turning into a were-dick munching granny he turns into a were-emo still with super biting powers so a weregranny-ling is a wereemo

unfortunately, boy cannot maintain wereemo form for long. its a strain on his insides yeah the aliens don't know that he got neutered. they assume he's got genitals to steal girl uses her brains to try and beat the Flatwoods Sumo i do really like the superpower combo of super granny speed and super granny biting powers

Flatwoods Sumo is a cheater girl lets the sumo punch her deeper into the wall trapping them in the shrine to get outside of the tori gate so she can get her friend out and reset the seal on the shrine to incinerate a fucker she is understandably very tired and passes out. unfortunately for boy, he transforms without her holding his curse at bay

also the weregranny transformation looks very painful

ok yeah other than that one fucking scene, I like it its silly, with nice art, and the characters are fun

just why the fuck did the mangaka need to include that one fucking scene instead of doing literally anything else for an alien abduction

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Adventures of the Hope Squad (Season 1) (Individual Parts)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Oj2wTH by TheFCguy On a world of so many villains and heroes, its hard to pay attention on what everyone is doing. There are many goods and many evils that are overshadowed. One of these evils is a corrupt organization called the Green Light Lab. The press knows little to nothing about them, and they take advantage of that. Besides having the most advanced technology on the whole world, all their experiments are cruel and immoral. They decided to take their nefarious plan a step further, and now, they are after the gems of virtues! Powerful artifacts that can grant many powers. Unfortunately for them, a group made of 5 heroes will stop them: Harry (A Rebel Traumatized Scientist), Zak (A Traumatized Demigod Jock, that deep down has a heart of gold), Amber (A half-fairy and half-human princess, that has a lot of inspirations on Disney movies), and our beloved Charlie and Kitty Nex (half-cosmic entities with the powers of controlling time and space). Will they be able of defeating the lab? Will Harry’s secrets break them apart? Will the Justice League allow them to handle this situation on their own? (Weekly Updates for Now) Words: 896, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Hopeverse Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Clarence (Cartoon), Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Original Child(ren) of Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne, Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Harry Wayne, Zak Miller, Amber Charm, Charles "Charlie" Nex, Katherine "Kitty" Nex, Jeff Randell, Clarence Wendle, Ryan "Sumo" Sumouski, Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne Relationships: Original Male Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) & Original Male Character(s), Bruce Wayne & Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: it's technically fanfiction, but there is so much original stuff it feels like it isn't, Superheroes, Supervillains, Fluff and Angst, Science Fiction, Sci-Fi, Horror, Fantasy, it's a bunch of stuff, I'm Bad At Tagging, Tags Are Hard, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Damian Wayne is Robin, Mythology - Freeform, Mythology References, Demigods, Small Towns, harry is traumatized, Zak is traumatized too, Amber is also traumatized, And so Are Charlie and Kitty, Batfamily (DCU) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/9Oj2wTH

[snowmoonandflower]

Chapter Notes | kachigaaru; to be worthy

you can read the newest chapter here!

Let's start of with some translations!

oyakata-sama

a traditional way to say "Master". I refer to Kagaya in prose as "master", however the character directly address him as oyakata-sama. This choice was made to distinguish other characters that are called master - for example, someone may call Akihito "Master" due to him being master of estate and a hashira, whereas oyakata-sama is reserved for the leader of the corps. Oyakata is traditionally used as a title for a father figure or provider. It's also very commonly used nowadays for sumo coaches.

nembutsu

also known in Chinese as nianfo, nembutsu is essentially a repetitive meditation in Pure Land Buddhism, commonly of the name of Amida Butsu (also known as Amitabha).

南・無・阿・弥・陀・仏 | namu amida butsu

one of the most common nembutsu - it essentially translates to "Praise Amida Butsu" or "I am aware of Amida Butsu" or even "I bow to Amida Butsu"

kyoudai sakazuki

a practice in which two people will swear over cups of sake to be sword brothers. the two people are not related, but after the practice, regard each other the same as true born family members. kyoudai means sibling to indicate the relationship - there are versions of this ceremony for parent-child relationships too. nowadays this is very commonly associated as a yakuza tradition or initiation.

shimuryoushin

also known as the brahmavihara, it is the four immeasurable virtues practiced and cultivated in Buddhism; loving-kindness or benevolence (mettā), compassion (karuṇā), empathetic joy (muditā), equanimity (upekkhā)

tsume-eri

the style of high western collar often seen in gakuran style uniforms. its the style of the demon slayer uniform.

tattsuke-hakama

the type of hakama worn for the corps' uniform where the bottom hem is bound into the kyahan shin guards.

umanori

essentially is means "horse-riding". umanori-hakama are divided/split hakama with two pant legs designed for riding horses. undivided hakama are full skirts with no pant legs and are worn over kimono, which can't accomodate a "split" or "divide".

keikogi

a type of garb commonly used for juudo or other martial arts practitioners. also known as a dougi or keigi. if you've ever seen a juudo match, they are likely wearing a keikogi.

waraji

traditional straw-woven sandals. similar to zoori, but because they are completed straw, they are significantly more flexible.

furisode

a long, flowing style of sleeve seen on kimono. generally furisode sleeves are considered formal and are reserved for young unmarried women (but not always!)

Next, a quick summary of the currently serving Hashira as of the beginning of Summer 1908.

Yanagizawa Yoriha

Dragon Hashira, 38 years old. She is the eldest serving hashira and de facto "leader" due to being in a position of seniority over the others. Has tanned skin marred with battle scars and shaved blond hair bar her side-swept bangs which cover her left eye and facial scarring. Has a very tall, muscular build.

Rengoku Shinjurou

Flame Hashira, 36 years old. Akihito's sworn brother. The Master of the Chrysanthemum Estate and Head of the Rengoku Family. He has lost himself to alcoholism since the death of his beloved wife, Ruka, one year ago. Unruly blonde hair with ends dipped in red, and vibrant red-and-gold eyes.

Urokodaki Ritsunoko

Water Hashira, 35 years old. She is Urokodaki Sakonji's only child and lives with Sen Watanobu at the Forest Estate. Long blue-black hair kept in a high tail, and bright sky blue eyes. She always wears a white kitsune mask with blue and red paint. She is Giyuu's master.

Sen Watanobu

Ice Hashira, 29 years old. He was once the tsuguko of Urokodaki Shouhaku, who was Sakonji's elder brother. After Shouhaku's death, he was too young to inherit his title, so continued training under Ritsunoko until promotion. Lives with her at the Forest Estate. Wavy navy hair kept in a low tail, and sad blue eyes.

Kakutani Akihito

Wind Hashira, 35 years old. Shinjurou's sworn brother. Master of the Spring Estate and Head of the Kakutani Family. Long, straight black hair with green eyes, the picture of nobility. Although he is older than Watanobu, he was promoted after the boy, making Watanobu his senior in rank - despite this he commonly sits with Yoriha and Shinjurou out of respect for his seniority in age and circumstance.

Himejima Gyoumei

Stone Hashira, 20 years old. A former monk turned demon slayer. He lives with Yanagizawa Yoriha at the Steel Estate. You should know this guy :')

Kakutani Yoake

Crane Hashira, 15 years old. Heir to the Spring Estate and daughter of the last Wind Hashira, Kakutani Atsuhito. Very long black hair kept in a low dolphin tail, gold eyes. She is the youngest currently serving hashira and the only practitioner of her esoteric breathing art.

Uzui Tengen

Sound Hashira, 16 years old. A former shinobi turned demon slayer. You should also know this guy :')

And that's all for now!

[roodle-things]

Dark-Type Specialists: Karen, Sydney, Grimsley, Nanu, Marnie, + Piers aesthetics for @ferje-flamsburg I hope you like them!!

[gundamfight]

[iirulancorrino]

Some might argue that many sports require specific, even freakish, body types for participants to excel. One must be tall to play professional basketball, bulky to play certain positions in professional football, obese to compete in sumo wrestling, light and tiny to race horses. However, unlike athletes in those other sports, the world's best female gymnasts are children. The showdown for the gold medal in the 1992 Olympics pitted two fifteen-year-olds—both 4 feet 6 inches tall, one 70 pounds, the other 69 pounds—against each other. The sport has evolved to the point where only children can excel. The difficult tricks require a child's small, lean, limber body. One physician says today's gymnastics puts bodies under "unusual biometric stresses that are more designed for monkeys." There is no place anymore in elite women's gymnastics for women. If horse racing, for example, required children as jockeys in order to survive as a sport, and if those children were training eight hours a day at the track under the supervision of screaming trainers, and if the children were already used up by the sport before they turned twenty, their malnourished bodies a mess of broken bones and torn muscles—wouldn't there be an outcry? Wouldn't somebody suggest this was a violation of child labor laws, if not outright child abuse? But there is little outcry about gymnastics, perhaps because the sport's amateur status suggests that the athletes are competing for fun. And perhaps because the girls seem so cute. We want to believe that they are what they seem to be, extraordinarily gifted girls who happen to be small. They spring onto our TV screens—their size makes them the perfect television athletes—free of the sticky issues of power, sexual orientation and aggression that encumber most other female athletes...In a modern sports world grappling with the changing role of women, from the front offices to the playing fields, gymnasts are beacons of simplicity and innocence.

Joan Ryan, Little Girls in Pretty Boxes: The Making and Breaking of Elite Gymnasts and Figure Skaters

[writers-worst-nightmare]

I don’t dance

Fluffvember: day one

Pairing(s): Technoblade x reader

Warning(s): no editing done (very poor grammar and spelling mistakes)

Type of fic: fluff, kinda reverse comfort

Words: 3,029

Requested?: No

Request are always open!

A/N: I hope I wrote Technoblade right! I really am a sumo for him and feel like I would always let him down from the glory that he is if I wrote him!

Song you two are singing

Techno was a quiet person.

Not shy but quiet.

He rarely talked but when he did his voice was smooth like honey rolling off the tongue or as sharp as the blade of a sword.

He oftentimes shared his option about the government in the open. Making him known for his chaotic and loud personality. But nobody except you got to hear the soft side of him. The soft and gentle side of him.

The side of him that put his hair into a ponytail because he knows that Michael loves to see his scars and piglin features. The side of him that bought you everything gold because he had some fascination with you wearing it. Whenever you would wear the stuff he gave you he would plaster a large and rare smile on his face.

Oh, yeah, this man smiled a ton.

But he only smiles for the people that he trust with the most. The people who are close to him. The people who really know him.

And you—being his significant other—know him very well.

You knew that he always looked up to Eret. Especially since he betrayed everyone. And that he why he wears a long draping cap. You know the side of him that always has wide and open arms waiting for somebody to cuddle him. You know the side of him that shared mythology tales that can venture on for days on end. You knew the side of him that never did care for his family.

And you couldn’t blame him.

Tommy betrayed him

Wilbur died

Philza killed Wilbur

And Fundy joined Las Nevada’s with Quackity.

It was hard for the men to get his head wrapped around everything. So sometimes he had to take a break from life. And that break was you.

“Hello babyyy!!” You cheered. A smile on your face. You were baking some food for him. Techno chuckled and closed the door behind him. He had on a golden crown that stick up, nothing too sparkly like some of his crowns that he wore. Instead of his formal attire that consists fo the long draping cap and white undershirt with a large buckle and pirate like pants. Techno today wore a very casual outfit that you had given him a few days ago as a surprise. The outfit consist of a long sleeved white collard shirt. The cuffs of the shirt had dark colored buttons on them. The collar of the shirt was connected at the front with two thin silver chains. Over the long white shirt he wore a plain black shirt sleeved shirt. The collar still shoving and sleeves out in the open. And over that he had on a black jacket with the L’manburg flag on it. The collar of the white  shirt and cuffs were still visible. The jacket was left open (you guessed it got a little warmer when the sun was out in the air). There was a triangle shaped necklace that was short but not so short that it didn’t hide underneath the white collared shirt. It was a black crystal that the two of you found on the second date you guys went on. You had a dark pink blush crystal that is connected to a wired necklace. This time the black crystal was connected to a silver chain similar to the chains connecting the collar in the front of his shirt. He had on a thin black belt with a silver buckle to hold up his skinny black jeans that (surprisingly) had no holes in them. He was wearing black combat boots to at he was untying right now. The socks he was wearing were some Christmas socks that were fuzzy and thick.

You smiled at him.

“I like your socks.” You commented. Pinning tit eh socks that did not match his outfit. Techno rolled his eyes before grunting slightly.

“Do you have my clothes ready?” He asked. You nodded your head ‘yes’ and pointed to the stool where a pile of clothes had been set by you.

“They are fresh out of the dryer.”

“Nice and warm!”

Techno stated in awe before slipping off his belt and pants. You looked back behind you but quickly got flustered and stared down at the food in front of you. You stirred the pasta that was in the bucket. Techno slipped on a pair of baggy black pants. He took off his necklace and gently laid it down on the kitchen table. Focusing on it and having flashbacks of the pay for a few seconds Techno let a content sigh and took off his jacket and short sleeved black shirt. He unattached the silver chains and unbuttoned his long sleeved white collard shirt. He pulled over his head a loose white shirt that had puffed sleeves. There was a drawstring cross in the front of his shirt. He took off his crown. Turning around he went to the kitchen area where you were and hugged you from behind.

“Hey baby...” Techno’s sweet and dark voice rang in your ears as he places soft kisses on your neck. You giggled, turning around and facing the man.

”Hello Tech! How are the farms going?” You questioned. Techno placed his head on your shoulder and let out a long sigh.

“Stressful...I wish I can be like Schlatt and get rich off of being handsome...” you mumbled. His voice slightly muffled by being buried in the crook of your neck. You for wed slightly and rubbed his back in a comforting sort of way.

“Awww...I’m sorry Tech...Why don’t we distract ourselves by undoing that braid of yours and eating some dinner?” You suggested. Techno nodded into the crook of your neck and pulled away slowly. You smiled in a comforting sort of way. “Go sit on the couch. I will get the pasta ready for you!” You exclaimed happily. Techno smirked and went to the living room. Sighing to yourself you got the pasta and poured it out on the plate. Pouring some sauce and cheese on both of your plates (although you put a little more pasta in Techno’s plate since he has had a stressful day). Getting the two plates you hummed happily as Technoblade sat down on the floor in front of the couch. You took the plate with more pasta in it and handed it to Techno. There was a fork in their. You preferred a spoon. All the flavor goes into it and it ends up being delicious. You took your plate and set it beside you on the couch. You looked down at Techno’s light pink hair and pulled it into your lap. Techno leaned back and placed his head on you lap. You smiled in celebration and gently pulled Techno’s hair out of a braid. Once your weaved it out and it got down freely Technoblade plopped his happy self right next to you. Throwing a arm over you. You turned on the TV and went to YouTube Music. You pulled up your playlist and started playing it. Techno hummed along to some of the songs that played as he ate his spaghetti. You ate also.

By the time that both of you were done eating it seemed as though Techno had calmed down. You took both of Techno and your plates and put them in the dishwasher. When you put them in the dishwasher had been filled. So you got in the cupboards and got one of the pods to put in the dishwasher. You put it in the little box area that it goes in. Hitting ‘start’ and then closing the door the dishwasher buzzed with a silent noise. It wasn’t a annoying noise. But a silent and peaceful noise. Humming the words to the song that was playing you smiled at Technoblade and went in front of him. Pulling him up you laughed as his stumbled to his feet. Blinking his beautiful black eyes in condition at you you prompted the idea.

”Wanna dance?” You asked. Techno looked tacked aback as he stared at you.

“What? Dancing? Me?!”

*song starts here*

Hey, oh! Play ball!

“Yes you!” You giggled. Technoblade rolled his eyes.

“I can’t dance...”

”You just move your feet!”

You smiled widely as Techno gave you a weirded out look.

Oh, oh, hey

You started taking Techno’s hand and pulling him closer. “I know you got it in you.” You teased.

”Is that a comment or a threat?” Techno asked. Tilting his head to the side. You laughed out loud. Your laughter following the log cabin.

”Whatever you want to take it as Baby...” You cooed. Technoblade rolled his eyes at the common pet name. Not that he didn’t like it so to speak. He liked the name. But it was just like...

Now?

He never danced and he didn’t like dancing. He prefers to listen to music and songs and let his mind wonder to the astrology and stars.

Speaking of...

Techno looked up. The roof of your guy’s house was completely made out of glass (at least the kitchen portion) and it was one level from the kitchen and the living room (both right next to each other) after that the house steeped up to more levels. The stars shone brightly overhead and he lightly chuckled to himself.

Hey, hey, woo!

”Whats so funny?!” You demanded.

“The sight is...it’s amazing...” Technoblade mumbled. You had to agree. The sight was amazing. Stars littered the night sky

“Not as amazing as you!~” you peppered Techno with a kiss on the cheeks. Technoblade’s face heated up as he held the place where you gave him a short and sweet peck.

“Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing”

You started softly singing. Techno laughed out loud.

“First dancing and now baseball?” Technoblade joked. His arms flailing in the air. A silent way of saying I-give-up-trying-at-this-point. You sucked in your cheeks as he joked about you.

“Just wait...” You demanded. Smirking slightly as Technoblade stared at you with wide eyes.

“I don’t like that look on your face…”

”You shouldn’t!”

Yeah

You took Technoblade by the hand and tried to dance with him. Techno widened his eyes as you tried to dance with him.

“I have told you before I don’t dance!”

Technoblade argued. Pulling away from your hand. You groaned

“I'll show you that it's one and the same Baseball, dancin', same game It's easy Step up to the plate Start swingin'”

You challenged. Starting to sing again. Techno blade rolled his eyes as you backed away from him and started moving some furniture away from the living room or away form the ‘dance floor’ that you have made in under a few minutes. Technoblade pushed away some more furniture in a attempt to help whatever you were trying to do.

“I wanna play ball now, and that's all This is what I do It ain't no dance that you can show me (Hey, hey, hey) Yeah”

Technoblade said. Sliding across the living room and breaking apart from the dance room. You started to cartwheel across to Techno with a goofy smile on your face.

“You’ll never know”

You starting suggesting. Holding out your hand for Technoblade to hold it

“Oh, I know“

Technoblade cut you off and reassured you at the same time as he twisted his torso and started to leave for his bedroom. You pulled him back by the shirt.

“If you never try”

You finished your statement. Blocking him from going to his bedroom. Techno snorted and went across the living room.

“There's just one little thing That stops me every time, yeah”

Technoblade tried to reason. Spinning around to face you. You gave him a I-am-not-believing-anything-you-say look before you grabbed his hand and spin around. Technoblade let go of your hand and groaned loudly.

“Come on!”

You encouraged stubbornly. Grabbing Technoblade’s arm and pulling him in for a swing dance. Techno managed to twist out of your grasp and head to the bedroom once more.

“I don't dance”

Technoblade repeated. You rushed towards your boyfriend and came behind him. Jumping on his back.

“I know you can”

You said. Getting off of Techno’s back and turning towards him. Dragging him to the living room and trying to swing dance again with the pink haired man.

“Not a chance, no”

Technobalde declined your offer. You took this as a challenge (because you take everything as a challenge). As Technoblade came to the doorway of your room once again you slid in his way.

“If I can do this, well You can do that”

You coaxed sliding from side to side as you recreated the dance you wanted to do with him by yourself. Technoblade felt tempted to hit you but he knew better then to do that. Some of the voices in his head told him not to. So he did what the Blood God’s wanted.

“But I don't dance”

He said again. Placing a hand on your shoulders. You shrugged his large hands off of you and grabbed his left hand. Turning around you managed to spin yourself around and drag Technoblade into the living room.

“Hit it outta the park”

You sang on the top of your lungs. You knew that Technoblade didn’t actually care that he was dancing. It was more or less playful bickering then anything. The two of you felt like young teens once again.

“I don't dance I say you can There's not a chance, oh Slide home, you score Swingin' on the dance floor”

You both sung together. You took his hands and he took yours. You both swing danced together. He grabbed you and brought you closer. He kissed you like it was his first and last time kissing you. You kissed back and smiled slightly.

“Who said they couldn’t dance again?” You teased. Technoblade shrugged his shoulders with a playful glint in his eyes.

”I don’t know. Maybe the handsome man that will one day sweep you off your feet?”

”Oh will he now?”

”Yup!”

”Then prove it..”

“I don't dance, no Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing I got to just do my thing Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Two-steppin', now you're up to bat Bases loaded, do your dance It's easy Take your best shot Just hit it!”

You laughed loud loud as Techno picked you up and tossed you in the air. You felt weightless as if you were flying through mid-air. Technoblade laughed as well. Catching you in the safety of his arms. Smiling down at you with a proud full look in his eyes.

“Told you!”

“I've got what it takes playin' my game So you better spin that pitch you're gonna throw me, yeah I'll show you how I swing You'll never know Oh, I know If you never try There's just one little thing That stops me every time Yeah Come on!”

Technoblade twirled you around. You grabbed ahold of him after the spin and smiled a wide smile. Techno smoked back at you. A true smile. A smile that carried you off your feet. A smile that you hoped to see one day as he wears it out in public eye. You grabbed his left arm and right arm. Bringing it close to your chest and out again you did the same to the right side.

“I don't dance I know you can Not a chance, no, no If I can do this, well You can do that But I don't dance Hit it outta the park!”

You spun Technoblade around. Techno dipped low and loses you hard on your lips. The crown fell down as you kicked it out of the way in a spiral of emotions. Glad to finally be in the arms of a man who truly loved you and truly trusted you. The man of your dreams no less. You took part from Techno for only a second to turn on the led lights and let them flash slowly so neither you nor Technoblade will have a stroke. How kind of you. You though humorously as you went back to Technoblade. The lights added to the affect as your voices bounced off the walls in glee and happiness.

“I don't dance I say you can There's not a chance, oh, no Slide home, you score Swingin' on the dance floor I don't dance, no Lean back, tuck it in, take a chance Swing it out, spin around, do the dance I wanna play ball, not dancehall I'm makin' a triple, not a curtain call I can prove it to you 'til you know it's true 'Cause I can swing it, I can bring it to the diamond too You're talkin' a lot Show me what you got Stop, swing! Hey! C'mon, swing it like this (Yeah) (Drr) Oh Swing! (C'mon) Jitterbug, brrr (Just like that) da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da That's what I mean That's how you swing“

Technoblade let out a laugh. Not a evil laugh. A real laugh. A laugh that he had never shown you before. His pale and pink spotted skin flowed the the flashing lights and brought out his features and pointed jawline.

“You make a good pitch, but I don't believe I say you can I know I can't I don't dance You can do it I don't dance, no Nothin' to it Atta boy, atta boy, yeah Hey, batter, batter, hey, batter, batter, what? One, two, three, four, everybody swing Come on! I don't dance I know you can Not a chance, no, no”

You were once again lifted in mid-air as Technoblade threw you like a Italian does with Pizza. His large and strong arms caught you once again. You smiled widely as you swung again. Dancing along with the system of the music that played in the background.

“If I can do this, well You can do that But I don't dance Hit it outta the park! I don't dance I say you can There's not a chance, oh Slide home, you score Swingin' on the dance floor I don't dance, no”

[angelisverba]

come out, come out wherever you are

in which y/n agrees to do something really stupid, and harry is a bit of a shit

word count: 5k

pairing: vampire!h and y/n (different au from my other vamp!h fics, though)

warnings: drug use, mentions of drinking and alcohol, mentions of blood (duh, he’s a vampire). 

author’s note: okay so i know that i put vampire!h in the pairing, but this h is a wierd succubus x demon x vampire mix where he can feed off the emotions he wants to?? i’ll explain it in the story. enjoy your reading :)

She shouldn’t have agreed to play hide and seek in a cornfield.

At night.

During a full moon. 

On Halloween.

Y/n’s logic always disappeared when she was… under the influence. Whether that be with alcohol or other sorts of… fun substances. That was not to say that she was an alcoholic, or a drug addict, she just… hated to be a party popper. When her roommate invited her to college parties, she didn’t say no to the red solo cup because she knew that some way or another, she would end up giving in by the end of the night. Or when it was just her and her closest friends passing around  a freshly rolled joint, she didn’t say no because she didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Plus, it didn’t hurt that she enjoyed it… most of the time. 

This? This was not one of those times.

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Josephine, her roommate, had barged into her room with a smile over her lips as the brightness of her phone lit up her face from the bottom up, casting spooky shadows since y/n’s room was dark and she was falling asleep. 

“Y/n, look!” She said, turning the phone so beams that felt like they came from hell illuminated y/n’s pinched face, marks from her pillow decorating the place above her lip. She mumbled something, and Josephine kept speaking, “Travis just sent me an invitation to one of the frat’s Halloween parties! Come with me, it’s gonna be so much fun!”

And to get her to leave her room, she agreed. She must have, because the next morning as she was getting ready for her 10 a.m. literature class, she was bombarded with a series of costume ideas and questions about what was considered cheesy or overdone. Josephine had made it clear that it was okay that they didn’t match, especially because of their differences in clothing choices. Jo was more risqué, and y/n liked to dress in what she felt comfortable in. 

It didn’t take her a long time to figure out what she was going to go as for Halloween. That same morning, just before she walked into class, y/n stopped to stare at a framed art print in the hallway. 

La Belle Dame sans Merci by John Keats was a poem that she knew by heart, and the painting was one that she could get lost in for hours. Stopping to stare at it before walking into class was not an unusual occurrence for her, but that time an idea came to her, almost like it was written in the long locks of her red hair. 

Y/n would go as a Victorian princess. The dresses had always fascinated her, with the intricate lace details and elegant rippled of muslin fabric that flounced in a puff around the hips of Countess, or trailed behind the average cottage girl as she frolicked in fields full of daisies. She could picture it in her mind, and it made her giddy to know that there was a possibility she could look as pretty as one of the poet’s muses. She spent the entirety of the class switching from writing notes to browsing the five pages worth of gowns on Amazon, looking for something pretty yet within her price range. 

By the end of the period she’d had what she wanted in her cart. A baby-blue wisp of a dress with intricate lace detailing at the neckline that curved like the top-hald of a heart to cup her breasts. The sleeves bunched around her arms mid-bicep, and scrunched again around her wrists, the transparent fabric looking as if her arms were wrapped in the sky. Built in ribbing created a corset that added an extra curve to her waist to make way for the heaps of fabric that exploded from her hips and cascaded down to the floor like the foaming spray of a waterfall. 

It fit like a dream. When it arrived a few days before the party she dropped everything she was doing to try it on. The moment Josephine patted her shoulder to tell her that she was finished zipping up the back, y/n twirled around in the limited space of their dorm room to see herself in the narrow mirror at the end of her bed. 

Every penny she had spent on it was worth it. Sure, it was snug around the bust and refrained her lungs from expanding the extra millimeter they needed, but it made her feel… nice. Pretty. She liked the way it cinched her waist, how her wrists looked dainty covered in the lacy ends of the sleeves, and the way her breasts looked… accentuated by the frilly detail. 

Jo had squealed once she had a full look at her friend, and wouldn’t stop talking about how good they were going to look walking in together. She was going as Cat-Woman, complete with the latex suit, boots, mask, and all. She looked every bit as fantastic as y/n, only on opposite ends of the Halloween costume spectrum. 

Building up to the day of the party, the pair talked make-up and hair details, both of which Josephine would be taking care of because she was better at them. At one point, y/n thinks she even dreamt about making a grand-entrance, boys and girls gawking at how amazing she looked, and the most handsome guy stepping forth to profess his undying love for her. 

Which wasn't really how it went the night of, but she attained the same satisfaction. 

The party was located a little ways away from the city, at a plantation-style frat house in-front of a huge cornfield. Carved pumpkins with candles illuminating them from the inside out lined the pathway up to the front-doors, the trees nearby created crunchy pathways of orange and yellow leaves, and the moon was out; yawning tiredly, but glowing an eerie yellow color over the scene. 

It looked like the opening scene of a horror film. 

Y/n did receive a lot of stares, though. Most of them were from guys whose beady little eyes pointed straight to her chest, and the ones she got from girls were on the nastier side of envy. She could tell. But, oddly enough, she liked the attention. 

Josephine y/n’s hand and led her through the mass of costumed-bodies. There was a variety of ‘sexy’ professions (the usual: nurses, cops, cowgirls, and school girls) and those that come from fandoms (Hogwarts’s students, Eleven from Stranger Things, Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction, multiple heroes from the Avengers) or those that came for shits and giggles (T-rex blow-up costumes with tiny hands, Joe Exotic, sumo-wrestlers, those things that sway outside car-dealerships, and even a Trojan condom packet). There was a lot to see, and honestly, it was beginning to overwhelm y/n.

Not only was it slightly disorienting to see everyone disguised, the interior itself was something to look at. Chandeliers and velvet sofas, gold lamps and fancy carpets and curtains. The epitome of privilege. She felt trampled, every once a while there was a tug on the ends of her dress. 

“How about a shot to start off the night, y/n?” Josephine asked her, hooking a latex coated arm around hers. The music was a rumble on the backs of their heads, shaking them through and through as some nameless rapper sang of drugs, sex, and money. What it always came down to. 

She agreed, and took the plastic shot cup. On normal nights, she would’ve usually required some type of coaxing, but not then. Y/n was almost looking for the hangover the next morning. She wanted fun. 

Three shots later and her fingers were dragging in front of her face. Her knees were wobbly and cheeks tinged with spirits. Everything was funny and if you asked her what two plus two was she’d tell you five. There was a new swagger in her step, and some might say that was the influenced hand-eye coordination, but to her it was newfound confidence. She felt good, she looked good, and she was having a damn good time. Laughing, making the best conversation she’d ever made, and when Jo suggested they go dance, she danced the best she’d ever had.

And sure, she was drunk out of her mind. A light weight. Everything was under a glamourized rose filter. It only made sense that the crowd parted like the Red Sea at God’s feet. 

Y/n’s lungs stopped working the moment her eyes locked with his. 

He was her counterpart. Literally. 

Dressed in a navy blue Victorian prince’s suit decked in gold trim and gold medals pinned to the breast. The tan pants that hugged his muscular thighs like they were made just for him, and his hair was slicked back. Jaw a sharp, smug line that worked as he popped a piece of pink bubblegum between his molars. A gleam of appreciation sparking in the forest of his eyes as they raked a path on her figure.  

It was like the work around them stopped, put on pause by some higher power so they could relish the moment of their discovery. What was that shit called? Divine Intervention? The millisecond before and after and between the time Eve’s teeth sunk into the taught skin of that forbidden red apple, and the snake’s tongue slithered out to see her. He was a stranger to y/n, but it seemed as if the feeling he stirred deep in the core of her being was one she’d always known, one from a past life. Besides her, Jo stopped doing whatever lucrative dance she was doing to see what had caught her friend’s attention. Y/n stood, tongue dry, feet glued to the ground as the handsome stranger approached her, a clear path in front of him. 

Then, he takes one step  forward and whatever conversation he had been involved with before was no longer of importance. Besides her, Jo stopped doing whatever lucrative dance she was doing to see what had caught her friend’s attention. Y/n stood, tongue dry, feet glued to the ground as the handsome stranger approached her, a clear path in front of him. 

“Oh,” Jo huffed in her ear, “he’s hot.”

“I-Is he?...” Y/n’s question died on her tongue.

“Coming right for you, girl. Good luck,” Jo pressed a kiss to her cheek and disappeared in the crowd. 

The stranger stops closer than she would have thought him to; a finger away from her nose, and when he spoke, she could feel the vibrations of his speech through her breasts where they nearly grazed his chest. 

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met before... princess?” His voice is deep, raspy and filled with grooves like the bark on a tree. He mocks a bow (given their costumes) and their nose touch before he straightens again. Up close, y/n can see the flecks of gold in his eyes, and she hopes her mouth doesn’t stink (it probably does, given the alcohol she’d had). A chilled palm grips her bicep, and the fabric of her sleeve sinks under his touch, “Would you like to get off this shitty dance floor and speak somewhere else?” He asks her. 

Her heart is pounding and she wonders if he can hear it because she certainly can, rushing in a taunting, roaring stream past her eardrums. Y/n nodded her agreement; yes, she did want to speak with him. A thrum of warmth comes from where he holds her, and he tugs her so that she’s standing in front of him, her back touching his chest as he pushes her through the crowd. 

Her fingers shake as she lifts the fabric of her dress to avoid tripping, and her saliva goes thick. Not because of what might happen, but because the man who ripped her bicep tenderly, like she was made of the most fragile china, was the most good-looking man she had ever seen. Her mind ran images of things to compare him to, and almost all of them were of the Greek statues put up in museums for all to admire. 

He leads her past the crowd and the kitchen where everyone was making drinks, past the wrap around stairs on the inside of the house, and even past the calmer sitting areas where couples were making out or groups of friends passed a smoking joint. He leads her right through the open back doors of the house so they faced the seemingly endless cornfield and the barn that was a speck behind it. The deck was less populated than the couches where kids smoked weed, but y/n guessed that it wasn’t to his liking because instead of turning off to the side so they could have a much less strained… conversation, he continued to walk- this time standing beside her instead of behind her. 

Grass crunched under their feet as they got closer to the stalks of corn. Confused, y/n spared a glance to what she was leaving, and then to him. He stared straight ahead, but she caught his eyes flickering in her direction, and a smirk quirking cockily on his lips before they returned to the yawning face of the moon. 

There was a short wooden fence separating the house from the cornfield that reached her hip, and he stopped there. 

“Finally,” he sighed, “Some peace and quiet.” He makes a gesture to the fence, and pops his gum. 

Dizzied, the tequila still in her head, she watches his tongue gather the gum back into his mouth, his lips shining with his own spit. Y/n doesn’t register that the movement towards the fence was his way of telling her to take a seat on the wooden bars. 

“C’mere,” he murmured. Placing his hands on her waist, he lifted her up so she could sit on the wooden fence, and her hands went to his wrists instinctively, trying to keep herself steady. 

Suddenly out of breath, her eyes shot straight up to his. There’s no way he can’t hear my heart right now, she thinks. He’s so close to her, his breath on her face. He smelled like pink bubblegum, cologne, and a liquor much more sophisticated than what she had to drink. His eyes held the same spell that she felt she was under. 

“What’s your name?” He asked, his hands still on her waist. He didn’t look like he was in a rush to step away from her, and that was okay because she didn’t want him to. 

“Y/n,” she whispered. It was physically impossible to raise her voice any louder. The stupid corset was making it harder for her to breathe, along with the added pressure of being in his presence. “You?”

“Prince Harry, at your service,” he smiled then, and y/n got a glimpse of shockingly sharp canines. They had to be fake. Longer than most in length, and she swore she saw one of those cartoonish-diamond glitter at the knife-like tips of his teeth. 

She pointed to his mouth and said, “Are you a vampire prince?”

He looked at her strangely, his brows furrowing and his tongue running along the inside of his cheeks. Then, he laughed. “Something like that.” 

“I-” She was gonna say something along the lines of ‘I think you’re a very good looking vampire prince’ until he cut her off.

“How about we play a game?” One of his hands lifted from her waist, and she let go to steady herself by grabbing onto the plant. Y/n hoped that her dress wasn’t getting dirty, but the moment that Harry brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear it flew out the window. 

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into his touch like a purring kitten. She blamed her blatant carelessness on the alcohol. “A game?”

“Yes, y/n. A game,” he muttered, watching the way her eyes twitched under her eyelids. 

“Which game?” Her eyes fluttered open again, and her breasts pushed against the corset as she took a deep breath, “I thought you wanted to talk?”

“Oh,”he glanced down, to her lips and for half a second, to the repressed mounds of her tits,  “I promise the conversation is going to be much more interesting after a game of hide and seek.” 

“Where would we even play t-that?”

“Right,” he pinched her chin with two fingers so that her lips smushed together, and gently tilted her head towards the field of corn. “There.” 

That’s how she found herself, running for her life in the middle of a corn maze, at night, on Halloween. 

What had started off as her giggling and running had soon into a panting, scared-shit-less run for no reason. Maybe it was because she just couldn’t get Harry off of her tail, or maybe it was that she was running with no direction into a cornfield she was sure was lost in. Maybe it was a combination of all those things. 

Harry yelled, “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” and it only made her want to cry. 

It was strange, really. Y/n didn’t know where this fear was coming from, it started out with them actually having fun, the tips of his fingers tugging at the fabric of the skirt before he let her run a bit, calling out how he was going to get her, how he was gonna catch the princess and she was giggling, turning to see him disappear when she turned. 

Then he went quiet. The footsteps stopped. And his tone of voice dropped to something much more… sinister. 

“Come out, little one,” he said, a clear whisper poured directly into her ear. 

Y/n turned, and she felt him getting closer so she tried to run faster. But she was getting so, so tired, and it felt like she couldn’t get any air into her lungs. All she knew then was the moon, with her tired face, and the intimidating, tall stalks of corn. 

Harry supposes that he’s doing her a favor. A lot of people wish they could run through a field wearing a dress like the one y/n has on. He was a bit of a shit, sure, setting her up for failure given he had abilities that she did not possess, but, he knew just as he knew the sky is blue- that she liked and wanted to walk into the corn field. Now, it wasn’t because Harry happens to be really good at reading people, no.

As an empath- one of the terms in the fine print of the being he was- he was able to connect into the funnel between her veins, the curved out thrum of what she was feeling. The witches he knew compared it to reading an aura, but it was much more than that. There was no need for interpretation of colors because it was like he was her, feeling what she was feeling. And she liked it.

Up until, of course, he switched up his game. 

After a few minutes of running around and playing with her like she was a mouse, Harry decided that he wanted to scare her. He wanted to give her a taste of himself. He wanted her to be scared- to not like him. Because he was something that shouldn’t be liked. It was a sick thing, really, that he happened to be so good looking when he was a literal monster. Harry fucking drank human blood. He wasn’t something that should be thought of as Greek statues. 

The part of him that remained human throughout the years felt bad for doing this to her. But, he had to. It made him feel better when he sunk his teeth into a victim’s skin. Almost like… he’d warned them, and it was their fault that they hadn’t taken the signal.

A scarecrow loomed overhead, and her lungs were running out of air, so he decided to go ahead and make his final jump on her. 

When y/n broke through the final turn to reach the very small clearing in the center of the field where a scarecrow stood in between a few bales of hay, she felt his breath at the back of her throat, and her knees buckled. 

She’d never really been much a screamer during a jump scare. Instead, she sucked her breath in, really loud and sudden, and because she was having such a hard time breathing, that instinctually breath caused black dots to litter her vision and suddenly those weak knees contributed to a faint. 

Harry caught her, and picked her up, huffing a small laugh to himself as he laid her across the piles of hay. 

She really was a sight to see. Flushed, hair a mess from all her running. Her lips were dewy and her waterline was agitated, he could see the moisture in the place where her eyelashes sprouted. 

With a few pats to the cheek, her eyes fluttered open, he was still hovering over her. Harry did not make a move to scoot back. 

“You’re awake, princess,” he said, smirking.

Y/n blinked, her eyes wide, and… gasped when Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek. His lips were cool against her heated cheek, and the curved ends of his slicked back hair tickled her chin. 

“You chased me,” she gulped, “for a long time.”

“Yes, I did. And you liked it. Didn’t you, little one?” He allowed the tip of his nose to follow the line of her jaw, testing the waters. She liked it, he could feel the shudders it sent to her heart in his bones. 

“I did.” Her eyes furrowed at her own admission. Why was she being so carefree? Why was she allowing herself to continue to stay in this cornfield? What was stopping her from questioning further what the fuck was going on? Her attraction, and his implied interest, that’s what.

Harry’s tongue slipped out of his mouth, and licked at her jaw before he placed another kiss to it, “Good. What do you say we have some more fun?” “What kind of fun?” Her head titled, and he was given direct access to what he wanted. Her neck. The column of her throat was pulsing with the beat of her heart, and the veins he could almost taste criss-crossed beneath her skin. 

“Fun is fun, pet. But if you must know, the kind of fun I’m talking about involves a lot of mouth to mouth,” He moved so his face was directly in front of hers again, and his palm gripped her waist beneath him. Unconscioslu, her legs parted and Harry had more space to slide both of his thighs between hers, one of his knees resting on the bales of hay she rested on. 

Y/n was no longer worried about the state of her dress, but rather, where his mouth would land, and where she would put her hands. Her eyes bounced between his, but they struggled to remain still under his intense hold. “O-okay. I’d like that.” 

“The prettiest princess I’ve ever seen,” he mumbled into the hollow underneath her jaw. And it was true. He’d seen a lot of royalty all throughout his wretched life, and none of them had been as pretty as she was. He felt a shiver of arousal go through her at the same time the air came fresh into his lungs, and it felt like he was going to explode from the inside out. 

“I think you’re the most handsome prince I’ve ever seen.” 

Y/n wanted to slap a hand over her mouth the moment those words left her lips, but Harry only chuckled and the vibrations felt heavenly against her skin. 

“You've been seeing other princes’, little one?” Harry teased, his mouth tracing their words against her lips. He pressed forward and kissed her; just a peck, testing. Again, she liked it. 

“No, just you,” she shivered. Her words were coming out in pants now. The fabri of her dress was too thick and too abundant to allow for any frisky actions, but his mouth was enough. One of his fingers was running over the tops of her breasts. Her mouth opened, she wanted more. Harry tasted of pink bubble gum. She wondered where it went. 

He chuckled and kissed her once more. “Then how do you know you know I’m the most handsome?” 

“I just do,” she said, arching into his touch. His finger was hooking into her sleeve, and he let it snap into her skin. 

“You do?” He licked her bottom hip, and she whined. This game, whatever it was, she wanted it to be over. It was too much for her to handle. 

“Yeah,” y/n said in a dreamy, far-off voice. “I mean, yes. Yes.”

Harry relished in what she felt, and soon enough, his cock twitched in his trousers. He never let himself become… involved in his meals emotions, but it was different with her. She was tender, and sweet. Willing and not a nuisance that he drowned out before biting. 

“Am I handsome enough... for you to let me bite you?” And that was another thing. 

Harry never asked for permission. Y/n was drunk enough that she’d wake up the next morning and think that he was just some kinky dude who’d left a sick hickey on her throat, as all of his ‘victims’ were, but still. Harry had asked for permission. 

“Bite me?” She was confused, head fuzzy with the same feeling that was heating in her groin. The lacy knickers she wore were probably soaked through. The bale on her bum was beginning to hurt. 

“Yes, princess. Bite, right,” he licked a stripe right where her pulse was the strongest to accentuate his intentions. “Here.”

“Okay, Harry.” 

He was handsome. And she was horny (with a mix of other things), she didn’t see a reason to say no. 

“Thank you, pet.” 

It was the same as it always was. Harry nuzzled into the spot, sniffing like a dog meeting a new friend, and with no preamble, he bit into her. The tips of his teeth pierced her flesh, and he allowed them to retract once the blood started to flow. When the first drop touched his tongue, he groaned. She was good, one of the best he’d ever had, and the heady flavor was just as sweet as she was. He was so caught up in his own satisfaction that he didn’t notice the moment her hands bunched the fabric of his suit from the late 1700s into fists, or her body going tense before he slowly relaxed, her heartbeat an irregular mix as she decided whether or not she should be panicking. 

But, he knew that she continued to enjoy what she was doing. 

“H-harry, I-”  She went limp in his arms, and the small squeak that left her mouth was the mermaid’s song that enchanted Harry. 

He knew this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see her again. 

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hi! happy halloween babies! or better yet, happy harryween! i hope you enjoyed this peice, it was for sure out of my comfort zone and something new for me. if you haven’t yet, please check out my fanfic on wattpad in which harry owns a more aesthetic version of playboy mag. you can read it here.