#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK THO I LOVE GETTING THEM

[moonstruckme]

I am once again humbly requesting more Prince Sirius, especially smut💜💜💜whatever floats your boat tho, it’s always a joy to read what you write

Thank you lovely! So this was gonna be smut but then I decided to dial it back haha, hope you enjoy <3

cw: we're gonna call this PG-13—while there is no smut, there are sexual undertones, so read at your own discretion

prince!Sirius x princess!reader ♡ 763 words

Sirius’ mouth is warm and welcoming, soft where his hands are rough. He bunches his fingers in the fabric of your dress, grasping you closer like he’s worried you’ll slip away. You have no intention of going anywhere. 

The kiss turns frantic fast, Sirius urging you backwards and you tripping over your feet until he hoists you up, your thighs locking around his hips like they’ve done it a thousand times. The many gauzy layers of your dress’ skirts bunch between your stomachs and flare out at your sides. 

Sirius presses you into the wall. The friction makes a low, needy sound rise in your throat. Your eyes open in surprise at yourself, sure that he’s going to laugh at you. You can see the pained crease between his brows as he makes a similar sound back, his hips pushing up against yours. 

“Fuck,” he rasps. “You really are the sweetest fucking thing.” 

A little laugh stumbles out of you, delirious. “Not very princely language.” 

“Always so caught up in titles.” Sirius nips at your bottom lip. “You can be the polite one, sweetheart, how about that?” 

You clutch at the back of his head, fingers tangling in dark, silken hair as he kisses down your throat. “I’m not very good at that,” you pant. 

Sirius’ hand slips beneath your dress, navigating expertly through the layers of fabric to find the soft underside of your thigh. He hefts you up. “You’ll learn.” 

It’s not just kissing, then. You gasp into his mouth as his fingers tease the hem of your underwear, adding to the mess you can already feel pooling in the fabric. Sirius holds one of your buttcheeks in his hand, the other cupping your face as if to soothe you. His thumb sweeps over your cheek, a question to be read in the touch. Is this okay? Do you like this, do you want to stop? Are you happy? 

You open your mouth further to his and attempt to answer them all. 

He calls you the sweetest names. Lovely, gorgeous, sweetheart. All ones you’ve heard before, though you tried to ignore them then. They were only playful flirting, fodder for the flames in your cheeks. Now, though…something about the way Sirius says them now, murmured like prayers into your mouth, makes them feel real. He says your name in a voice slow like honey. 

By the time you’ve built up the confidence to seek out the beauty mark you’ve often spotted peeking from the collar of his shirt, Sirius is kneading the dough of your asscheek in his hand, squeezing each time you rock into each other. 

“Sirius,” you breathe. 

“Hm?” He nibbles your earlobe. “What, darling?” 

That’s a new one. “Shouldn’t we…” 

“Oh, no. Let’s not.” 

“But the show—” 

“I don’t care about the show.” 

“And our families.” 

“Can we not,” he asks, kissing your neck enticingly, “talk about your grandmother right now? Or my mother, preferably.” 

You make a soft sound, gripping his shoulder. “They’re gonna come find us.” 

“Shhh.” 

“They’re gonna be so angry.” 

“I won’t let them be angry with you,” Sirius promises. His mouth moves down to your clavicle, warm and distracting. “You’re the princess. I’m the wicked, corrupting prince.” 

He gives you a brief scrape of teeth as though to prove it, and you gasp, clutching him tighter instinctively. 

“Sirius,” you plead. 

“Don’t worry, lovely. I won’t get you into trouble.” 

“If they don’t find us, the press will—” 

“Lucky them.” 

“—and that would be even worse.” 

With a low, reluctant sound you’d laugh at him for under any other circumstances, Sirius stops kissing you. He raises his head to look you in the eyes. You’re surprised to find that familiar dove grey obscured nearly entirely by dark pupils. He licks his swollen lips. 

“You want to go back?” he asks, sincerely. 

“No,” you admit. “I just don’t want to get in trouble. Either of us.” 

Sirius softens. His hand draws down the length of your thigh, a calming touch that has no clue of the ache it worsens in your core. “Okay.” His voice is tender. “Let me have five more minutes with you, and then we’ll go back. Can you give me that?” 

He waits for you to answer. Between his hand underneath your skirt, the bitten, sore feeling of your lips, and how Sirius looks with his collar all askew, it’s a losing battle. You’re not even sure if you’d want to win. 

You bring your mouth back to his, tunneling your fingers into the hair at his nape. “Five more minutes.”

[vssail]

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Soo... you coming?

Yeah, yeah, I know what you want to answer me. "I don't like crowded places". You're lucky I'm a genius.

If we can't go to the cinema, we can celebrate Joe Wright's 2005 Pride and Prejudice aniversary at my place!

I got the movie on DVD. I know we could watch it directly on TV, but this way it feels more real, you know? With the 2005 vibe and everything. And I already bought like a lot, lot, LOT of popcorns. All flavors imaginable. So, you have to come now, unless you want me to die trying to eat all these popcorns by myself.

You better be at my door at seven, Todd.

(Please, come.)

(...)

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Re: Soo... you coming?

You're terrible. But sweet. Let's leave it at adorably terrible.

Give me five minutes to get there.

(You didn't have to do all that for me. But I appreciate it. Thank you.)

J

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: New recipe

Alfred revealed to me the recipe of the brownies that you loved so much. I'm cooking them right now. If you get here quickly, you could be the tester.

And again, thank you for the other night. I had a great time. We should do it again. Chicken run turns 25 this year, if you need inspiration for the next movie.

J

P.S. Don't. Make. Jokes. About. The. Apron.

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Re: New recipe

[jason todd on a ripped batman apron.jpg]

Muehehehe

(...)

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Delete the pictures.

You have 30 minutes to delete them. Don't ask me what will happen if you don't.

J

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Mission Accomplished

Okay, okay, I deleted them. The only thing left of those pic is the one I printed and framed. I have it in a safe, so no one will be able to see it (unless they know my birthday).

Tho I must warn you someone may have hacked my phone before I got to delete them. I think so because an unknown number sent me a paypal payment and told me to get more pictures. Creepy.

Don't worry, I won't take more pictures. I am the only one that deserves to see that side of you ;)

(...)

P.S. You up for movie night tomorrow?

From: Jason Todd

To: (...)

Subject: Re: Mission Accomplished

I'm taking the food, there are some brownies left. I can make something else if you want. Maybe I can cook dinner before we watch the movie? Alf handed me another recipe, I could try it with you.

I'm taking an apron. Black. No pictures.

J

From: Jason Todd

To: Tim Drake

Subject: You're dead

Prepare your last words.

From: (...)

To: Jason Todd

Subject: Re: Re: Mission Accomplished

Awesome! I really love it when you go full Gordon Ramsey, like really, your cooking skills never fail to surprise me. Sometimes I think about kidnapping you so you cook for me everyday, but I back off when I remember you hide guns in the toaster.

Oooh I searched through my dad's old DVD's collection and I have a full list of films that we HAVE TO watch! Not gonna lie, the options could be better - but I want to keep the DVD thing. It's like our thing <3

[top best films to watch with jay - millenial dad edition.pdf]

We could do a Final destination marathon. I think another one is coming out this year so the timing is perfect!

(I know, no crowded rooms. I'll just get it somehow, don't worry.)

See you tomorrow, Todd :)

(...)

From: Tim Drake

To: (...)

Subject: Calm your dog

Yeah, I know, I'm sorry for hacking your phone. I was curious about who was Jason talking to through e-mails in this day and age. The picture was there and I couldn't let it go, yk? Now, I would appreciate if you talked with him to calm him down. I'm afraid his threat may not be as light as I thought it was.

Please, be quick. I think I'm hearing things in my appartment.

T. D.

[ninetyminutes]

saw the hockey au tag and had to come scream about it. lorne is a scrappy third line winger for sure but everyone knows his real talent is helping the coaching staff figure out the power play. dick ebersol is goalie, chevy is star first line center with dan on his wing

Oooo you’ve opened a can of worms in my brain. If I were to write this, which I will not be, this is what I think I would lean towards.

So I hear your Dick Ebersol as goalie but I think John Belushi is definitely also giving goalie vibes. Especially with how temperamental he is, like goalies are so weird and often times like to be left alone. I’m picturing him as some sort of hybrid goalie, like take Tuukka Rask’s anger and Ilya Bryzgalov’s sort of quirkiness with maybe a bit of Marc-Andre Fleury’s notoriety as a jokester and maybe a bit of his unpredictability—I’m looking at Fleury’s flying poke-checks in particular. He definitely leaves the crease a lot and it gives Lorne a heart attack every time. Maybe before their first game he leaves the rink and misses warmups and then just doesn’t show up until literally they’re about to take the ice.

If we’re making this a brand new professional team (idk what level we’re thinking), then David Tebet is definitely the General Manager (GM) for the team. Lore wise I’m thinking something along the lines of that baseball movie Major League where the owner of the baseball team wanted the team to fail.

Dick Ebersol could be like the Assistant GM or an Assistant Coach who used to play as a goalie. I can see him being sort of stuck between the corporate business world and the day-to-day operations with the team. He’s giving Kelly McCrimmon vibes, which is super obscure so I’ll elaborate. McCrimmon is the current GM of the Vegas Golden Knights, but before that there was a time where he was both the Head Coach and GM of an SJHL team (he was also their bus driver for a brief stint but that’s not important). I’m thinking something along the lines of this where Dick is the Assistant GM and also an Assistant Coach of the team.

More under the cut because I wrote wayyyyy too much

Lorne Michaels is in a bit of a weird spot because he’s not a part of the cast but he makes appearances. So it really depends on what the writer wants to write. You could make him a Head Coach, the Captain of the team, or he could be this weird Coach/Player hybrid if you don’t mind bending the rules a little. Like maybe he started as a player in the preseason or maybe this is his first season coaching in general and so being Head Coach is like being thrown off the deep end. And maybe he doesn’t play unless they know a particular game could use his particular skill set. Or maybe he only jumps on the ice when they’re down and they really need a goal and he’s got this play in his head only he can really execute.

Lorne and Chevy were responsible for writing almost half of the sketches in the entire first SNL season. The episodes that won them Emmy’s? Chevy and Lorne were almost solely responsible for coming up with a lot of the sketches. So I can totally see them being paired up a lot in the ice, but I feel like Lorne would rarely score goals. Like he’s just got a fuck ton of assists, both credited or uncredited maybe. But in general, I can definitely see him as a top line center whose best skill is drawing up plays and stuff, like he’s a mastermind. He runs the timeouts.

I totally agree that Lorne’s better as a coach, like every knows that’s what he’d be the best at because the things he comes up with are phenomenal. He definitely spends way too much time watching film like immediately after a game he pulls out the iPad and watches the film (like he does after SNL episodes). And I can’t help but think back to that time Lorne beat up those protesters who were trying to attack a host at a live show or in the movie when he rushed to Leo’s side when he was fighting the security guards, so even though Lorne doesn’t like confrontation and he’s certainly not known for being someone who fights often, he has no problem fighting people to protect his people. Lorne would definitely have been involved in player scouting and acquisitions before the season began.

Chevy is a top line forward for sure. Probably has the most goals on the team, is egotistical, and he definitely chirps a lot. He’ll get into fights on occasion, but he never throws the first punch. It’s definitely his mouth that gets him in trouble.

I can totally see Danny being on Chevy’s line but he also lowkey gives defenseman vibes. Definitely calls Lorne “Coach” (like he calls him Boss in the movie). Pretty easy going, definitely the jokester on the team. I think you could put him on a line with anyone and they’d have chemistry.

Michael O’Donoghue is a defenseman for sure (I think). He chirps just as much if not more so than Chevy, but doesn’t get into nearly as many riffs with opposing players. My guess is others tend to step in before things get too serious or maybe his chirps are so big brained and clever that they make players uncomfortable just as much as they do angry.

I’m not sure if I see Jane as a forward or defenseman, but I can definitely see her on a line with Garrett.

Gilda would be a forward that they could put on any line like she’s just got great chemistry with everyone. I think I can see her being one of the fastest skaters on the team, too.

Laraine is a forward, I think. Idk much about her but maybe she enjoys being on Danny’s line or something?

Rosie is a total wild card for me. I think Lorne would bring her on as an Assistant Coach, but I’m really open to hearing what other people think.

I feel like Neil has gotta be an Equipment Manager. He’s totally lost and has little to no clue what’s going on, but things get done somehow thanks to him and the other staff. He once got an assist as an Equipment Manager on the bench during the game (see clips on YouTube for what I mean) and everyone screamed and cheered for him.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

pov: you are charles xavier and you have been invited onto asteroid m

bonus:

[wildstar25]

MiqoMarch Day 29 - Smile

Just imagine what's around the bend~

ft. @eriyu @nhaneh @improvised-finish @quicksilver-ink @zylphiacrowley & @khajiitclaws

[wardingshout]

HI UM HELLO???? WHAT THE WHAT HI WHY ARE DIVAS SUDDENLY FOLLOWING ME BACK 😭😭😭 I literally love your art so much it’s so cozy and comforting and nostalgic 😭

ALSO HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY???? I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS FILLED WITH JOY AND WHIMSY ‼️‼️

As a hello and bday gift I present to you the sillies!!

I hope you don’t mind I used one of your works as a pose reference,, my brain is in shock and cannot come up with poses because why are multiple people I look up to aware of my existence 😭 i love your page please don’t get taken by the anti joy and whimsy bird …

HOLD ON HOLD ON HOLD ON I NEED TO SUPPORT MYSELF ON A WALL HOLY SHIT!!!!!!! I'VE BEEN LOOKING AT THIS ALL MORNING AND EVERY TIME I TRY TO FORMULATE A REPLY I NEED TO PACE AROUND MY ROOM REAL QUICK I'M SO EXCITED;;;;,,, art that makes me gushingly slap my hands over my face repeatedly!!!!!! 😭😭💖💖💖

AND THANK YOU I'VE BEEN HAVING SUCH FUN DAYS RECENTLY 💖💖💖💖💖

but also how could you be shocked, your art is so absolutely amazing!!!!! your art style is so beautiful and your attention to detail is insane!!!!! everything has such a nice feeling of texture to it and your colours make me run in circles frfr!!!! AND LIKE. it's actually getting a little embarrassing how many times I've paused myself in this reply bc I keep staring at them and gushing 🥹🥹💕💕💖💕

[ferngle]

Your art is very crunch-munchy, may I request an engi to nom on?

you may!!! however- i am dog ass at drawing engi. so these might be alittle bitter.

[filialdisciple]

Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!

It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.

So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.

The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.

However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.

Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.

He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.

For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.

"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"

The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."

"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"

The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."

The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.

It snowballs from there.

All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.

The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.

Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!

On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.

Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.

Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.

It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.

The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.

And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.

%%%

Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.

'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.

"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.

Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."

He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!

"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.

Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—

"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."

—?????

"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.

"Yup. It's going to be great."

"No."

"'No'?"

Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.

...

...Oh no.

"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.

"...Sect Leader?"

Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!

The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.

"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."

Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"

Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.

If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.

And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.

((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))

"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.

But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!

"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"

[hasello]

hello i love your short quill sonic au OH MY GOD????

also my friend wnated me to tell u they love ur cousins au:3!!! hes a tmnt fan hehe

very happy to hear so!! 🩷🌸

sending a lot of love to him, then!! I’m glad you guys enjoy my stuff 🥺🩷

[buglaur]

she's live

now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3

[nami-moittli]

I think you like Leah

…A little

[residentialsinyomakai]

Yokai to Human Form Tidbit

Ok so there's human designs/ forms for Caspian's yokai friends 1, for fun, and 2, cause there's some situations where it's convenient/just better to have some in human forms (EX: Whisper coming to Caspian's choir concerts and conferences bc his parents are. fairly absent). Everyone has their own opinions on it and stuff and in this post I'ma talk about Baddinyan's!!

So fun little fact he does Not Like being human. This is mostly for body dysphoria adjacent feelings, like all of a sudden he has different hair, no fur, different ear placement, etc. The 'phantom limb' thing tends to happen with his tails, too, which is trippy and kinda uncomfortable. He also hates that a lot of his senses are dulled. smell, hearing, sight (especially in the dark), it makes everything feel kinda hazy and causes him to be a lot more stressed about everything.

Idk maybe I just think it's kinda funny to see a character thrown into a whole new form and reasonably be like. what. the hell this sucks. His easygoing (nice way of me saying his lazy ahh) and usually pretty chill/surprisingly level-headed mood is def worsened when he's constantly feeling skin that doesn't technically belong to him. A form he shouldn't really have.

As a result, he's oftentimes irritable and anxious in this form, with some days being better than others. He typically avoids having to use it unless he needs to though, and refuses to take his glasses off for anything. Has to be bribed with a Chocobar to enma forbid go out in public. He's also less used to it than most due to his extreme aversion to it. He just hates it and everything is physically gross and cloudy and nothing's in the right place and he can't explain why.

Badude, on the other hand, doesn't mind being human! It feels more similar to his body than it does for Baddinyan, and is kind of a fun change of pace every now and then. He's Baddinyan's like. closest friend besides Caspian in this AU, so he's typically who's convincing him to not kill everyone in the room and/or take off the stupid leaf in public lol. Their convos can sometimes go like

"C'mon, it's just until we get outta the store. Don't get your non-existent tails in a twist-"

"Shut up and do nyot remind me right nyeow."

"(Oh it's like. that kind of day whoopsies) Mbmb, we can ditch these nerds and go look at the candy isle or somethin' for a bit..?"

He stinks at comforting people or anything like that but tries. Sometimes. idiots

I'm working on references, but all I have to say about their designs for now is vitiligo Black-Mexican Baddinyan and Mexican-Japanese Badude CANON!!! See you for now! :) Have a radtastical day out there, don't implode or get rocks thrown into your inbox!! (again for some of you...)

[sycobyte]

Your durgetash art is sooosososo insanely good. Since you asked for inspo ideas, maybe durge and gortash dressed up fancy for a ball?

Gortash is always in charge of their wardrobe and Durge just wears whatever is presented to him even though he thinks the life and customs of patriars are stupid.

(+ Gortash would definitely have matching outfits tailored for them)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Do you have any cherik fics recs set in the comics? Or at least not set in X-men first class

my rec list is very small for i don't really read fanfics and i only really read things when they're recc'd to me HOWEVER i do have a Very Small collection for you (descending by word count). under the cut cause the descriptions got long by accident Oops

1.) [EXPLICIT, READ WARNINGS BEFOREHAND] Chimera, by Andraste (Word Count: 1,304)

(Takes place in the Ultimate X-Men (2001) timeline) I can't really describe this fic adequately without telling the whole thing or accidentally doing an analysis on it: while it doesn't have a strict plot, calling it PWP isn't too accurate in my opinion either. The smut in this fic- in my reading- isn't meant to be erotic in the typical way we approach NSFW in fanfiction, but if I start to go in-depth on what that means this post is just going to be dissecting everything line-for-line LOL. The best way I suppose I can describe the premise of this fic is a "grim" scenario based around Charles reworking Erik's mind and keeping him "docile", and Erik catching on to what's been happening to him. This fic explores how Erik wants Charles to "atone" and confront the consequences for this meddling.

2.) As If Nothing Happened, by joshriku (Word Count: 3,289)

(Takes place amidst X-Men Unlimited (1993) #1) This fic expands on the X-Men Unlimited tidbit where Charles is rescued by a """"mysterious"""" figure (who we later learn is Erik in UXM 309) during the snowstorm he, Scott, and Ororo were entrapped by. Very domestic and "warm" and sprinkled with beautiful, playful back-and-forths, and is a joy to revisit if you want something cozy.

3.) [EXPLICIT, READ WARNINGS BEFOREHAND] Behind Closed Minds by f3armgneto (Word Count: 4,914)

(No specific verse or timeline) Honorable Mention Is Honorable i gotta include the fic that was written for me... i wasn't sure if you were looking for explicitly-stated comicverse fics only but i needed to do an honorable mention..... the art this fic's based off of is meant to be comicverse so surely that must count... Premise is essentially that Charles accidentally telepathically peeps on Erik showering and is incapable of moving beyond the instance without "proper resolution". Meanwhile on Erik's end, fully aware he'd been spied upon, thinks of a "countermeasure" to Charles' voyeurism (spoilers: it's more of a reward than a deterrent).

4.) it's going to be a long, long time, by joshriku

(Takes places amidst Krakoa period around AXE Judgment and X-Men Red) A series of events between Charles and Erik following the latter leaving to retire on Arakko. My summary does a poor job on highlighting the chemistry, dialogue, and longing between Erik and Charles in this: I can only beg you to give the fic some time to read it.

5.) not so tragic, my love- it's this dream, it's this sun, by joshriku

(Takes place post-gala/beginning-of-post of the Krakoa period, diverges from X-men: From The Ashes (2024)) Erik has Charles stay with him on Island M after the fall of Krakoa. It's no surprise Charles isn't doing so well mentally after losing everything, but- amidst the facsimile of some domestic joys- Erik wrangles with Charles' depression and anguish, the professor having long lost the light in his spirit to help his fellow mutants readjust after the downfall. (Guest Starring: Jean Grey who has a wonderfully written interaction with Charles- though this fic In Its Entirety is wonderfully written...)

when i was looking through my bookmarks i hadn't realized literally like. half of my rec list was written by joshriku AJLVKEJALK BUT THEM'S THE WORKS i owe them my life for getting charles and erik's voices, thoughts, and actions down so wonderfully. i hadn't read Number 5 in a while and i'm grateful for the excuse to do so: it's probably my favorite of their works that i have listed here, so if you read any of these fics i greatly suggest that one

if you read any of these at all tho i hope you enjoy them !!

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Wake up brain bb

Content warning: ¿romantic? Snf

Imagine Sapnap and George slow dancing, like at a wedding or for Dream's music video, and Sapnap just starts tickling George and he has to shove his face in his neck/shoulder to muffle himself

the way i know this ask is almost a year old now bc it was sent around when the uieud video came out……….. so uh….. happy birthday??

on a real note thank you for waiting so long lmao, i am getting there slowly but surely 😤☝️

but either way, i still love this idea so much :((( bc snf are definitely the type to slow dance all sweetly together just for fun, especially in a situation like the set of the music video when they’re getting sleepier towards the end of the day

i can just picture them getting clingy after the long day of shooting, soft music playing as people finish up, and they find a moment where george can pull sap in by his shoulders and hug him tight, sapnap reciprocating with his arms around his waist and swaying side to side with the music, and eventually sapnap’s hands slip under george’s suit jacket and onto his sides over his shirt, his thumbs pressing in and rubbing side to side, and george just. starts giggling.

sapnap is confused for a second, but it all starts making sense when george’s face flushes red and he squirms, refuses to make eye contact, looks down at sapnap’s hands, etc etc. sapnap pushes further, wiggling his fingers against george’s sides just to hear him squeal, and that’s the exact moment someone decides to walk past them, startling george and making him feel even more embarrassed

he decides hiding his face is his only option– considering the only other thing he could do is stop sapnap, and why would he do that when the butterflies swirling in his tummy makes him feel so warm and sapnap’s arms feel so safe?– so he buries his face in the crook of sap’s neck, tightening his arms around his shoulders so he can’t pull away, letting out his cute muffled giggles/squeaks/whines as sapnap’s hands continue to explore under his jacket

sap only goes for so long, not wanting to put too much strain on george when hes so sleepy and giddy, and knowing they should help pack up so they could get home and actually get in bed, so eventually he slows the tickles to a stop, making sure to coo at george about how unbelievably cute he is while he could still whisper it in his ear

but, to the delight of both of them, there would be plenty more of those tickles awaiting george as soon as they arrived back home <33

[itskaist]

Vibrating over that crossed out handler. Does Ortega remind him of his Farm handler or was his handler another person that was deeply important to him?

Cross-out? What cross-out? ;)

Haha, good spot! Referencing some easter eggs over here. And thank you for asking! <33

Again, got long. I simply cannot shut up about My Favourite Fucked Up Guy.

Yeahhhh, so. Josiah is very emotionally un-self-aware. Emotions, patterns of behaviour, cycles of abuse, he wasn't ever taught any of this. Even after he escaped, his priority was survival, his priority was not getting caught again; learning how to hide; learning how to function like a human being on a very 'make money, buy stuff, eat, make decisions, talk to people' level. And he's still very much stuck in this survival mode. This intense of a trauma will do that to you. Especially if he never talked about it to anybody, there never was anybody who would take him by the hand and say 'hey, what happened to you? that's not normal. that was fucked up and no one should have ever behaved towards you like that.' So to him, the Farm is the baseline Normal, and anything new he learns gets added on top of that. Even with his time as Sidestep, and then returning as a villain, foundations might have been shaken but not yet cracked.

With all this in mind, the patterns of life at the Farm are very much burned deeply into him. They are the earliest foundations of his reality, what he studied and replicated as he came into his own personhood. That includes patterns of relationships. Since he was a cuckoo, I don't think he was able to socialize much with other Regenes; especially adding the still-kind-of-uncertain Sidestep's special status there. Doubly so because of the cuckoo's education in blending in with human culture, I imagine that extra efforts would be extended that they do not internalize those lessons and try to replicate them in the Farm's social context. Isolating them more than others. Being trained by handlers and having to rely solely on them. Remember your place as only Tool, not Person.

And so that, that is Josiah's most formative relationship. In the psychodynamic branch of psychology, there is what's fancily called 'object relations theory' or more precisely, the theory of relationship to the Object. 'Object' specifically being the Mother, and how the relationship to one's mother (or any other primary caretaker) in the earliest days and years of life, and the type of attachment style developed towards her, will determine or at least heavily influence any future attachment styles to all other people in one's life. Whoof! That's a lot of fancy words to simply say that you replicate in your life what you've learned the earliest, and the earlier you learned something the harder it is to change later; because everything that you built atop it would have to be disrupted as well - and that, you know, is what builds up your entire identity as a person.

So. Josiah's earliest relationships, really the only relationships that he had, were with handlers. And that duology is what is very much burned into his brain. There is Person, and there is Tool. Master and slave. The one being provided for, and the one providing. Even after he escaped, all of his later relationships would follow this pattern to some extent, almost always with him falling back into the role of the Tool. Be useful, be needed, prove your worth, provide. If you're needed, you can't be rejected. If you provide, you will be rewarded (with affection, resources, safety). Not anything that would be in any way conscious, mind you. That was simply the only thing he knew. He latched onto the Rangers because that was the easiest group that he could offer something of himself to. He latched onto Ortega because he was the leader, and he dealt out assignments, and judged worth. So it was a priority to be judged by him, accepted by him. Even as they got closer as friends and then question-mark-something-more, Josiah was still very much stuck in the mode of providing, and unfortunately, that was also what held him back from commiting, from trying. Because he didn't believe that in that sort of a relationship, he would be able to provide much of anything at all. And Ortega would be disappointed, and grow bored with him, and their friendship would suffer from it too, and as such his position among the Rangers, and--

…Yeahhh. In his role as the villain, this time, Josiah positions himself as the Person. As the Master. He's the one giving out orders and making decisions now. And it is so empowering, and so thrilling, and-- if he ever realized that he is becoming a handler himself, he would shut down. Just like he does when he realizes that he's hurt the Puppet same as Shroud had hurt her, that he hadn't left his learned Regene patterns at all.

Whoof. Yeah. A lot, a lot of learning still ahead of him. A lot of terrifying realizations, a lot of having to question the reality you took for granted and a restructuring of identity. I'm curious who he will be on the other side of that.