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walmarttrashbag · 5 months ago

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Day Of A Princess

Warnings: Swearing, Fight, Anger Issues

This is not not something I usually do but I thought it'd be fun to write for the night!

Today was gonna be a strange day for me.

I was gonna get my pre-teen tiara swapped out and be shoved into the crowd and it probably wouldn't be fun.

I was sadly a princess. Why? Cause that's just how it works!

I'm Princess Astrid Star, the one and only daughter and sole heiress to the Treasure Kingdom throne of King Cosmo and Queen Heavenly Star.

I'm not just a princess, I'm a space princess. I live on the planet Hespera and we're a combined kingdom of two.

If it was just my monarchy it would've been called the Interstellar Kingdom, but it's called Treasure Kingdom because my parents couldn't come up with any other name because we're combined with the Hellbent Kingdom of King Discord and Queen Wonder and their sons Prince Dusk and Prince Helios Flare who I strangely have yet to meet.

We're not the only kingdom though. There are two other other kingdoms. The Floral and Bubblegum Kingdom.

I'm not too sure what the Bubblegum Kingdom is all about, but I heard there was King Cake, Queen Pie, Princess Sugar, Princess Taffy, and Princess Cookie.

But for the Floral Kingdom, I displeasingly knew them. Especially Prince Sage. That freak has had a massive crush on me ever since we met and last night he sent me like the five hundred millionth letter ever. He's such a creep.

I looked into my mirror, and beside myself, I was looking at who I was. One of the Hespera princesses. My eyes were a light pink just like my mom's, and my hair was a silky seafoam green, like my dad's. There were small natural crystals in my hair. Mainly Sapphires and Rubies and gems like those.

I was wearing a rose-thorn dress, but I'd never wear it if f I didn't have to. The petals were at the top, masking my chest and stomach, and the thorns were on top of the actual dress, which was a beautiful light blue. It was curtesy of the Floral Kingdom.

My mom walked into my room. "Astrid, dear, are you done yet?" She questioned me. I turned and looked at her.

"Yes, Mom," I mumbled, turning back to place my tiara on. It was a constellation tiara, and it would be swapped for a new tiara in just a few minutes.

"Good. Come on now, we mustn't be late for your ceremony," She grabbed my arm and dragged me along out of my room through the hallway of the castle. We eventually got to the grand balcony, where I could see my friends down in the audience, cheering my name. I could see other people I didn't know too. It was a bit of a terrifying experience to be in this.

The trumpets sounded, and the audience went silent.

My father cleared his throat and began in a proper voice. "Welcome one, welcome all. I, King Cosmo Star of the Treasure Kingdom, have humbly announced my daughter is officially a teenager fit for her crown on this day of the summer months," Everyone began to clap for me, then stopped. "She, just like I, and my father before me, and his father before him, and his mother before him, and so on have all had this ceremony, and it is truly something beautiful to be held. Bring out the tiara," He ordered.

A group of butterflies fluttered in and were placed on my head, and just like that, my tiara was replaced with a new tiara. One that symbolized who I was gonna be now. Everyone clapped, and as soon as it started, the ceremony had been completed. It was faster than I thought it'd be.

I changed out of my dress and something more comfortable and my style. I changed into a cute short dress that was light pink with light blue stars stitched into it. I put my light green with bellberry patterned tights on. I put my dark blue earth-benders on and got my choker, grabbing my gossamer silk white cape and putting it on. I made sure my twinkle charm bracelets were on, put my embroidered black silk gloves on, and finally grabbed my scepter and shoved it in my heart backpack with my tiara, slinging it over my shoulder and running out of the castle to find my friends out there waiting for me!

There was Pippa Zip, my fairy friend who had beautiful glass wings, Zipper Sky, who was an elf who could brew potions and things like that, Nova Twinkle, who was a regular old human but had an enchanted necklace, and Roxy Comet, who was a sun-vampire who could be out in the sun for hours and never burn to death.

"Astrid!" Nova began. "Your ceremony rocked! Your dress was so pretty!" She complimented me, making me smile.

"Thank you, the Floral Kingdom made it just for my ceremony!" I responded excitedly, twirling around and happy it was over.

Pippa grimaced. "That means Prince Sage was probably breathing all over it just because he knew you'd be the princess wearing it," She commented, making us all shiver.

I stopped twirling, pressing my lips together. "Nasty," I replied, shaking my head. "Makes me regret even having that ceremony after thinking about that,"

Zipper piped up quickly. "Come on, let's ditch that thought and go hang out by Juniper's Lake," We all agreed and she used a spell that got us all there fast.

We all sat by the lake and talked about things.

"I've heard the Bubblegum Kingdom is gonna try to get some more land for more pegasus stables," Nova brought up.

"They have like the most pegasi in the world! Why on Earth would they need more?" Pippa questioned, looking at Roxy who shrugged.

"Maybe to house more to eventually give them away?" I suggested, and before Nova could say something to be a part of the conversation, a voice behind the girls commented.

"You're so naïve it's funny,"

The girls looked behind themselves to the voice, and there was a group of boys. A horned and winged demon in the front, a vampire by the demon, a werewolf by his other side, and a centaur behind the three.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking at the demon boy, getting a little defensive over myself.

"Psh, why should I tell you? You don't look anything special to me," He growled, his third eye closing as he crossed his arms.

"You know she's the Treasure Kingdom's princess, right? She could have you thrown in the dungeon!" Nova butt in, and the demon's smug smile turned into a surprised look.

"Really? Well, that doesn't bother me because I'm Treasure Kingdom's Prince. Prince Helios Flare," He addressed, suddenly flying up, swooping in, and grabbing my backpack.

"Hey!" I yelled, standing up quickly. "Give that back you jerk!"

Pippa and Roxy got into the air and chased around Helios as he laughed like a prick. Nova stayed by me and we watched them until Zipper used a spell on Helios making his charcoal skeleton wings feel like metal and have him drop to the ground, making him growl in pure rage.

"HEY!" He screamed at Zipper. Zipper, scared, giggled nervously before using a teleportation spell that took everyone but me. How thoughtful. Helios's friends ran off, and it was just us now. I was scared beyond belief because I didn't know how powerful this demon prince really was. Helios tried to fly, but the spell wasn't so easy to wear off, so he stood up and brushed himself off of dust and dirt, still holding my backpack in his pale hand. He walked over to me, a mean and menacing glare was burned into his eyes. "You have no one now. I could kick your ass if I wanted to, princess little shit," He swore, surprising me. I didn't like swearing, so I accidentally pushed him further into anger.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" I retorted, before my eyes widened in shock of what I said.

Helios's eyes became burning red with rage, fire began to erupt in a ring around us, and he punched me square in the face, making me fall and dirty up my pretty clothes. My nose hurt so bad as it gushed so much blood. I cupped it my nose to try to stop the heavy pour as tears welled up in my eyes. He threw my backpack at me. "Shut your fucking mouth next time or else it'll be a lot worse," He threatened, his eyes going back to their purple color and the ring of fire dying down, letting him walk away since his wings hurt to fly.

I began to cry, my hand full of blood and it staining my dress below. My friends came back with weapons and pain potions.

"Where is he?! I'm ready to kill him!" Zipper yelled, and the girls looked around. It was too late, and Helios was gone.

"Oh my lord! Astrid!" Pippa screamed. My friends circled me, their voices cutting into each other as they asked me what was wrong. I looked up and they all winced.

"You have a giant bruise on your nose..." Nova commented, and Roxy wiped the remaining blood from my nose.

I sniffed, my nose hurting so bad. "He punched me... He's so mean... I- Oh god, it hurts so much..." I cried out. Zipper rummaged through her bag and found a healing potion.

"Drink up, it'll make you feel nothing ever happened," She told me. I quickly drank the bottle up and my nose was healed instantly, and I took a deep breath, rubbing my eyes.

"Thank you. I'm kind of salty you all ditched me though," I told my friends, and they nodded.

"We left to grab things, and because Zipper was being a wuss," Roxy teased, making Zipper blush embarrassedly.

"He looked at me like he was gonna kill me! I had to prepare! I should've taken you with us, I'm sorry Astrid," Zipper rambled, looking down.

"It's okay. I'm better now because of your potion. Thanks for helping me," I thanked, and we all hugged each other.

"Come on, it's getting a little late," Pippa piped in, helping me up. I grabbed my backpack and placed it back on me, nodding.

"Yeah, it is. I hope I never see that jerk ever again," I mumbled, giggling a little bit. "He needs serious counseling,"

"Oh, definitely!" Nova nodded, and Zipper used the teleportation spell, teleporting everyone to their respective homes. I got home and was dropped onto my bed.

I looked out the window that was by my big old comfy bed and saw the wall and bridge that lead to the other side of Treasure Kingdom where the Flare Monarchy lived. I couldn't believe I had met my match in that way. He was a real mean teen, but I wasn't gonna snitch. I was too scared to do that.

If we meet again, I might just give him a piece of my mind.

Should I make a pt.2?

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thirsthourdemon · 4 years ago

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Headcanon on their online platforms but mainly on Twitch, onlyfans stuff, patreon, tumblr

Includes: Demon bros + undateablesss

Genre: Crack, Fluff and slight smut

Warnings: NSFW mentions

||Lucifer

-He didn’t have a big online presence because he was active, no no

-He had an online presence cause everyone always sees him on Diavolo s pictures and such so for a time they shared an audience

-One time Diavolo and Barbatos were doing a thing where they read a book aloud for some sort of game

-Diavolo kind of recorded that for a little bit

-ASMR I TELL YOU

-People liked it so much they suggested for “the one with the deep cold voice”, luci, to do asmr on youtube or something

-He doesn’t know what an Onlyfans is however he does have a patreon.

-Diavolo was interested in the idea and discussed it with him

-HE BLEW UP CAUSE EVERYONE WAS FREAKING OUT OVER HOW AMAZING HIS VOICE WAS OF COURSE! 😡

-His fandom consists of either people who are interested in what he reads or...Horny people who get off at how proper and low his voice is

-His profile picture is a picture of him with his head cropped out where he’s fixing his gloves

-Luci isnt like super famous but he has a loyal fanbase that appreciates him a lot also lots of simps with daddy issues

-He was confused as to why someone would ask him to be their father

-He gets the daddy kink but why???

-Last post: A picture MC took where he’s holding a whip cause mammon fucked something up 🙂

||Mammon

-Bold of us to assume he didn’t already have one

-You already know why he’s on here.

-He has random content but he mainly got his audience since he kind of tried modeling thing for a while. It was for a big brand on their new jock type jackets

-Mammon really wanted cash at that time and he got the thing over and done with making him a couple more grims richer

-The photographers told him they could transfer the pictures though! So he just saved his pictures because “Who wouldn’t want a picture of THE mammon?”

-That gave him the idea

-His audience? Whoreknee

-They even accept the fact that his captions for some pictures are “You should be honored you get pictures of me”

-He posts that with a blushing face half of the time HAHAHAHA

-Levi found it and just laughed at the pictures

-Surprisingly enough the pictures were actually well taken because MC was forced into em

-His most popular picture was the one with him was actually a picture that the brothers took of him tucking in what appeared to be goldie on a seperate MINI BED WITH A SMALL TOY LAMP BESIDE IT

-He did a QnA for his followers to celebrate on his instagram

-PFFTT He got so many questions about Goldie

-Was dubbed “Goldie’s Daddy” after that

-Last post: A picture of him wearing the new Luxury brand jacket he got and his keys in front of his car with the caption “Daddy’s going for a ride”

||Leviathan

-I’ve always head canon that Levi knows how to draw digital emotes. Like he just picked it up cause he wanted to make fanart of him in henry together 😔

-Also has a red bubble or an etsy where he sells some prints and stickers of fanart 👀

-He went on twitch since there were so many TSL streamers there who just played games while they discussed theories as well

-Levi is an emote artist and while he draws he sometimes just discusses the theories with his fellow Yucky Otakus

-He’s the type to really interact with everyone even though he barely does that in real life

-Sometimes though when he gets packages that fans sent or ones that he ordered he’d stream unboxing them.

-He hates showing his face? Oh dont worry He’s wearing a facemask and all that

-His fandom is genuinely into him. Like they actually like him as a person but kinda once got into a scandal on gatekeeping

-He took a break for a bit but he kind of said sorry and everyone just forgave him because he isn’t really the type to do drama and it was just that one instance-

-Overall loved by the community due to how chill he is and how invested he is on fan theories

-He has a twitter btw and lemme tell you it’s just threads and threads of discussions

-Whenever he does stream unboxing videos though and he shows his shelves everyone freaks out how he has EVERY FUCKING VOLUME OF EVERY ANIME AND GAME

-People sometimes ask him personal questions and he tries his best to try to answer them but he shows a face where he looks uncomfy

-Everyone just bullies anyone who makes him uncomfy giving his fanbase a very protective reputation

-Last post: “Unboxing fanmail L8er @ 10pm LOL CYA GUYS XD”

||Satan

-He has a tumblr. You cant tell me he doesn’t have one.

-He had tumblr like back in the old day though like when porn was still available here.

-Get this...He’s known all through out the academia blogs. He INVENTED Academia

-Satan has 1 blog and that’s it. It’s his main blog and he just posts pictures of the book cover and does essays, reviews or sometimes he writes the ending he wanted to happen.

-Dont get me wrong he has a patreon but only because people loved getting more exclusive takes of stuff like his book notes on certain pages or sometimes his notes and thoughts on Artistic Erotica

-Probably has a Ko-Fi because he though he needed it after most of the blogs he followed had it

-He thinks it should be “Table of Content” and not “Masterlist” so he uses just that

-Profile picture is him wearing his signature washed out green grandma sweater while he has a book in hand and a cup of earl grey on his table

-People go to him falling in love with his aesthetic and Book reviews but they stay in love with him because he is big on one on one discussions actually

-He goes for one on one voice calls where he just...He talks to you about any book of your choosing

-Fans send him tea but he knows better than to eat something a stranger gives so he makes beel take a taste first sometimes but ultimately scolds the boy when he takes too much

-He wasn’t supposed to have merch but everyone liked the idea of small packages (More like letters) that really do look old and vintage

-He usually only give those to the people who pay for the top tier stuff

-It usually contains 1 type of tea, a letter he wrote for them himself and a bookmark with his name stamped on it

-He got the stamp custom made ❤️

-Last post: (Insert 5k word essay)

This is what I thought of Edgar Allan Poe’s “A cask of Amatillado”

Playlist: (Insert soft classic Music playlist on Spotify)

Tea: Black Currant

||Asmodeus

-ONLY FANS THROUGH AND THROUGH

-Is a brand influencer as well

-The brand ambassador of this pretty well known semi-luxury skin care brand

-His devilgram? Perfectly made by his PR team which is just him and solomon

-Before I move onto the NSFW stuff I want to emphasize how Beautiful his instagram is and his aesthetic

-His aesthetic is romantic/sexual tension/Unparalleled beauty

-Also a make up brand influencer and has his own make up line

-something along the lines of “The Devil’s box of charms 🖤”

-The type to DG live whenever he’s just showing off the make up look he did or the outfit he got

-The house of lamentation may have PR packages stacking up due to how most of them have an online influence but out of 10 boxes 7 of them would be for Asmo

-OKAY NOW ONTO NSFW STUFF

-Lemme tell you this...He has a specific drawer and space in his closet just for the sexy outfits he has.

-The demon’s onlyfans has pictures of him just teasing his audience where he’s wearing a black skintight get up and his bulge is showing

-Nudes are for mid and top tiers

-His fandom loves seeing in stocking and chokers

-“The choker is from etsy and here’s the link to their shop~”

-He doesnt completely show his body but...Him in suggestive clothing gets everyone pre cumming

-His fandom is just filled with simps 😔

-He loves them and blows a kiss towards the camera everytime he ends a live

-Probably has had a scandal or 4

-Posted an Ahegao once and everyone lost it

-Has been the face for Ahegaos ever since

-Belle delphine who?

-Definitely tik tok famous too 😎

-Has memorized all of Doja Cat’s songs

-Last post: “Hope you guys are ready for tonight’s session~ 😈” With a picture of him in an Fuchsia and black themed lingerie set. A collar with a bell on it.

-Bonus: One time Solomon summoned him while he was taking pictures and he was still in his lingerie set. 😛

||Beelzebub

-Was originally inspired by Mukbangs Channels so he did them on youtube too

-You get his Mukbangs on your recommended, You subscribe because of his cute and funny reactions whenever someone in the backgrounds is astounded to how much he’s eating

-Everyone knew beel as a cute guy who just does Mukbangs and loves to eat

-He once did a fridge raid and ended up eating everything in the fridge

-That was THE MOST CHAOTIC VIDEO on his channel cause you can just see luci and MC trying to make him stop

-He eventually got a patreon because mammon told him people will give him more money for food like that and to be honest he made a patreon but mammon takes care of it from time to time

-Oh you knew him as this sweet beautiful boy who just likes eating? hERe HavE sOmE WorKOUt pICs

-His body got everyone thirsty or may I say Starving

-S I M P S everywhere

-His patreon content is just him making small videos eating or pictures of him being all sweaty from the gym 😛💦

-“DADDY BWDONMXMSKC PLEASE FEED US”

-“Eh? You should feed me instead” *opens his mouth*

-Fans send him lots of boxes of weird food to see his reaction sometimes

-Did the fire noodle challenge a bit late but everyone is surprised to how he isn’t giving the reaction like they expected him

-Spice tolerance? Unmatched

-His fandom is either “UwU Beel please eat try this!” Or “Daddy Please FEED US WITH YOUR DELICIOUS THIGHS! 😩🥵💦💦💦”

-He does the service where he sends you his body building pictures except he isn’t sending them, Mammon is.

-Manager Mammon 😎 Gets a half of the profit

-Can I just...BeelProbablyHasnevergottenintoanyscandalbuthasalotofhaterssayingthefansonlylikehimforhishandsomefaceandgreatbodyandnicevoicebutlikewhatiswrongwithlikinghimbecauseofthosethings?Itisntbadtolikethatstuffatall

-Last post: “🍙 Thank you to @(Your Username) for the Onigiri! I finished the whole batch! Please send more food”

||Belphegor

-Sleep Guru

-Im sorry but I cant see him having any other social media aside from tumblr, twitter and Devilgram

-Belphie barely checks his phone but he has tumblr because apparently there’s a thing called the SandMan’s Box Community

-It’s like LootCrate, a subscription service that gives you stuff like Comfy Pillow sheets and tea for better sleeping

-This even gives you something like sleeping masks or ear muffs.

-The community is well...nocturnal

-His ask box is always full of his 100+ mutuals who just discuss stuff with him

-Whenever he actually does try to type online he makes articles about the best sleep positions or stuff like that

-His fandom is just loving mutuals who sleep and take care of each other

-They have a discord server where it just plays soft music to help everyone sleep

-Last post: “Humans aren’t so bad when they’re asleep”

||Luke and Simeon

-He has a big following on twitch where he just bakes sweets in his cute little hat and-

-Clearly you can tell I follow him on twitch

-The type of twitch streamer that no one hates on because why would you? He is literally just baking and cute comments

-Sometimes he streams with Simeon and everyone loves both of them

-When people give money they dont give “money” no no...they call donating headpats

-Luke is just so adorable that everyone just...

-“Angel Lulu’s Protection Squad⭐️”

-He got famous when he...He doesnt want to call it a collab but He made a lot of sweets and gave them to beel so everyone freaked out and thought

-THE SWEET BOY THAT EATS A LOT AND THE ANGELIC CHILD THAT MAKES SWEETS A LOT ARE FRIENDS?!

-He is now pissed that everyone thinks they’re friends 😠

-Basically his fans started making dishes and candy inspired by him

-Sometimes they send it in and Simeon has to confiscate some because

-“Im sorry, guys. You are all really sweet and I know that you mean well but Luke isn’t allowed much sweets yet”

-No one ever EVER lewds luke

-Fortunately Luke’s fandom has the least amount of pedophiles because everyone drives them away the moment they try something

-Whenever luke does fan mail/unboxing videos people just adore how Simeon places a glass of water at the table below the camera and the scissors or cutter he uses is child proof

-Even though Luke is the main person on his account everyone also notices Simeon.

-How couldn’t they? He looked like he wanted to make everyone in the audience live a better life

-Add that with luke’s wholesome baking and BOOM! You are now ready for a better life🌟

-Last post: It’s a picture of Luke shyly showing of his new batch of sun and moon shaped sugar cookies. “Sun and Moon. Tune in later at 3 pm to see how we made these!”

||Solomon

-He barely posts but he helps asmodeus with his stuff

-Too busy with anything else but helps out when things get interesting

-Proposes Ideas for Asmo sometimes when the demon doesn’t know what to wear for a live or a story

-Laughs at Asmo sometimes when he gets into scandals and drama

-Happy cameraman ❤️

-People follow him because 1.) He’s hot 2.) The fans ship him with Asmodeus

-Last Post: “When will you learn 🙂”

||Diavolo

-He is a vlogger~ Not a very active vlogger but a vlogger nonetheless

-He films anything he can but he’s more known on tik tok and devilgram rather than twitch or youtube

-People have been thirsting for him ever since and no one can convince me that they dont just shamelessly call him daddy whenever he goes on live

-Barbatos makes sure however that whenever it isnt appropriate anymore that he would tell diavolo to turn the camera off

-Wranggled Luci into his mess and now everyone knows the face of that one dude who just reads documents

-Everyone lowkey ships them

-Diavolo is the type to take a picture of a big meeting or a retreat out of instinct to just document his life

-He actually didnt know about vloggers before but he just liked the thought of documenting it

-Everyone picks up “Master” vibes as they say from him hehehe

-He doesnt have an Onlyfans or patreon 😔😔😔

-I honestly would have subscribed to his services

-Last post: “Barbatos made a delicious meal for us at the retreat today” Along with a picture of the Beautiful Demon Delicacy Spread in the table.

Taglist: No one yet (Please be part of the taglist for more content like this ☹️ It’s getting really discouraging)

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yesvaldemarharder · 5 years ago

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Lucio x Fem! Thicc! Reader

A/N: Now look, I’ve noticed Lucio has a lot of hate these days. Not sure what has been said but if you do tell me. I’m curious. Also, I write mainly female reader and dabble in gender neutral reader.. Don’t be upset (if you’re a guy) if I don’t write male reader.. to be honest it’s like trying to make a clear homosexual guy date a girl. It just doesn’t work out.

I have no problem with male readers I just can’t write them..nor can I write ‘smol’ reader. It’s kinda annoying but that’s a personal problem of mine.

Anyway, my master list for my request on this fandom is at my other account, Yandereinmyguts, if anyone is curious. I will also be post Yandere simulator males x fem reader on this account because the fandom needs... “better written oneshots.” (Sorry..)

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Let’s get to it, if you have a problem find another account to waste your time on.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: Idk but more than two thousand perhaps

Pairing: Lucio x Thicc Reader

EDIT: As much as I love Nadia, Julian, Asra, Muriel, and Portia (if you Request her I can’t do any smut on her..I love her like a friend not a lover) imma have to mainly post for the courtiers cause they got me hooked. They need more oneshots on them.

NON: I haven’t really gotten far in play throughs due to being a poor hoe so don’t come here with any spoilers. I know the characters I just haven’t been playing the game like that.

Don’t come here being salty either because I would gladly fuck all of the courtiers. Don’t kink shame me because that’s also a kink of mine.

The girl’s (e/c) eye twitched in a clear form of irritation as she sat on the fountain, a rather large book in her (s/c) hands as the water settled calmly. What irritated her was the bright eyes on her from the male sprawled out in front of her, watching her like a cat watched some mouse. With a glare she closed to book quickly with a soft slam before looking down at the ground where the male laid lazily before he started grinning a sharp grin at her.

“Is there something you need Count Lucio...”

She spoke, clear aggravation in her voice. It was one thing for them to be bound to each other, yeah but it was another for him to always stare at her. Those crimson eyes widening in mock surprise as the blonde shot up in a sitting position from his previous laying one in the green lush grass. His golden hand over his chest as he gave a dramatic gasp.

“H-Huh? Why’d you say it like you were annoyed? I’m only trying to appreciate ‘second hand beauty’!”

He countered and for a second she stopped, a slight look of confusion on her face as she stared down from the area she’d been sitting setting the book by her well rounded thigh to which his crimson eyes followed for a split second before looking back to her. The (s/c) girl forced herself not to let out a snarky reply but crossed her arms over her breast instead.

Now the Count’s face was a bit pink as he dropped his hand to his side catching Mercedes and Melchior’s attention for only a second before the precious pups lost interest and went back to running around the large gardens.

“And Count..what do you mean by that?”

She asked with an unimpressed gaze and he simply gave a charming smirk before standing up, his hand on his thigh as he pushed himself up from the grass before dusting off his mainly white suit. With confidence he strides over to her form and seats next to her.

He’s close, close enough to feel her larger thigh against his own smaller but strong one, the coolness of his nearly see-through body mixing with her everlasting warmth. Her (e/c) eyes follow him and each step he takes and he gives a low purr that nearly makes her shiver.

“Well I’m the most best looking man around so you can’t be the first. That’s why you’re the second.”

The girl finally lets out a soft snort uncrossing her arms as she looking away tilting her head in a way where he can get a good look at her strong smooth neck and the tantalizing choker that hugged it. She grabs her book again tooling it in between her careful fingers as she opens it once more, her thumb pressed against the corner of the papers searching for the page she had been on previously ignoring the blonde next to her.

“Count, once again. I am I female so I don’t think that statement makes sense. Thank you though.”

She hums before her eyes widened, a firm hand touches her face, his thumb and pointer finger on her cheeks shocking her with that same electricity she had felt the first time they touched and a shudder ran down her back. With a gentle but persistent pull he turns her head back to him and they’re only centimeters away. His eyes hooded looking at her smooth soft lips as she blushes a bit too darkly.

“Then you’re the cutest woman, how about that? Just look at those eyes and those oh-so soft lips. If I wanted to, would you allow me the pleasure to kiss you?”

He speaks lowly and even though he seems confident she can clearly see the blush on his light cheeks and it almost makes her giggle. However, hearing such words completely threw her for a loop, she knew he watched her but never expected him to act out. Ah, two could play at such a game.

With a hum she pushed his hand away and for a second his flirtatious lips formed a pout which quickly formed into a arch of confusion when she stood up kicking her wedges off into the grass with a dull thud, the jewels on her ankles glistening and jiggling with each step she took as she approached him once more. His body rigid as she playfully ran a painted nail from his naked collarbone up to his chin making him look at her again before planting herself in his lap, the bold action making him jump quite noticeably as she grinned wrapping her arms around his neck.

They’re close, awfully close to the point where her front pressed so firmly against him that she had to put her now naked feet in the fountain, cool water tickling her smooth (s/c) feet, the ankle bracelet around it glistening as water and sunlight clashed causing a beautiful shine.

“What’s wrong Count? Why so shy now? Do you not still want a kiss from these ‘oh-so soft lips’?”

She teased as he started to blush, crimson lacing his cheeks all the way up to his ears. She smiles innocently before leaning in, laying a kiss on the corner of his mouth, just barely missing his slight gaped mouth. Curiously his hands lay against her thighs rubbing them to see the boundaries she most likely had. A stern glare found his face as she wiggled her hips firmly against his making him let out a low growl. His pants were definitely tighter than the were a couple minutes ago.

“I don’t like being teased (y/n).. and yes, I still want to kiss you.”

He spoke quickly breath hitching when soft lips connected with his earlobe nibbling on the sensitive flesh. His arms hugged her now, his normal and metal hand on each of her asscheeks squeezing the large masses loving the shudder she let off. Her warm breath dusted over his skin.

“Just a kiss though? Lucio?”

She purred before a sharp yelp left her lips and a slap wrung in the air for a second. Her ass letting off a ripple as he rubbed the now warmed ass. His clawed hand digging up and under her clothes, under her silky underwear and pinching her flesh as she buried her head in his shoulder. This time he was the one in her ear, voice low and obviously suggestive.

“If you’re offering so willingly, then I’d love to do more. So much more. Are you giving me permission?”

He asked once more before pulling the fabric of the front of her v neck shirt down licking a fine line from her cleavage to her chin making her tilt her head up more as he kissed and nibbles along her skin. Clearly he was getting greedy, his human hand squeezing her thigh once more as his metal one toyed with her asscheek. She couldn’t trust her voice as he rolled his hips, a semi hard bulge rubbing her through her thin pants as she gave a nod finally confirming the permission he wanted.

Her hands moved up to his hair, hands lacing in silky blonde locks tugging lightly as he purred. Their faces were both red, excitement flooding their veins as Lucio forced himself to not take them both back in the cold water behind him. For so long now he wanted her against him, to feel her body against his own and now that he had that he really didn’t want to mess it up. He didn’t Ben care if they did it here, he’d gladly hold her legs as she bounce in his lap or send them both forward to the ground and continue from there, it didn’t matter to him.

No one usually stepped out of the palace at this time anyway.

His real hand moved to the front of her fitted clothes and cupped it causing her to gasp and arch against him, his eyes casting up as she tossed her head back a little.

“L-Lucio~”

She gave a weak moan as his thumb rubbed over her clit. He could feel the heat coming off her right here, he could also notice how damp she felt and for a second he shivered all over. It’s really been so long since he’s done this but he refused to mess this up. Once again he was in her ear now pushing that hand into her clothes, hand twisting to tap her hard nun holding her tightly as she arched and jumped a little in his lap.

“I want to kiss you here too. You’re so wet already do I really excite you that much or are you just really sensitive?”

He hums before a rich chuckle fills her ear.

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll treat you good (y/n).”

He promised before tackling her, a startled yelp leaving her lips when her feet left the water splashing them and when her back hit the ground. Not too hard though as his arms support her, her bright (e/c) eyes stare up into his crimson ones and for a second they simply stay like that. He’s watching her looking for any discomfort and for a second it takes her a while to notice. Then she gives a soft smile reaching up and cupping his cheek to which he flinched at the shock that came from it before he nuzzles her hand, moving his own to hold hers.

He takes her hand kissing along her knuckles before kissing the inside of her wrist as she simply watches him with awe.

“I love you.”

It’s a whisper but it’s firm as well and it catches him off guard completely, he opens his eyes; which he didn’t even noticed he closed to look at her once more. They’re flushed so closed together but he acts like he didn’t hear it.

“W-What? What did you say?”

The girl now blushes looking to her side, the many plants and rays on sunlight filling her vision as she tries to avoid his prying eyes but with him on top of her and so close that’s hard to do. Every time her head moves away from his he follows growing frustrated eventually leaning down biting down on his exposed neck.

“A-ah!”

She yips and he sucks on the wet flesh making the skin turn a different shade, he nips at the flesh as his hands grip the back of her thighs that twitch at the feeling.

“Tell me, (y/n). I just want to hear you say it again. Stop being stubborn..”

He grumbled against her throat and she pouts hands finding his hair again catching his attention immediately, he slowly looks back up and she pulls him into a hard heated kiss. He feels his eyes hood and watches as hers close a light moan leaving his throat as he licks her lips asking for permission and pressing his tongue into her wet mouth the second she opens.

His hands are pulling at her fabrics and she moans into his mouth as she lifts her hips letting he tug them down her thighs. He pulls away slowly, saliva stringing them together as they pant against each other breathless and wet.

“I-I love you.”

She whimpers as he kisses her cheek then her forehead to shush her somewhat. That kiss said everything he needed to know.

He pulled back some more looking down at her thighs freezing when he notices the thigh high stocks she has on along with a silky lace garter belt that hugged her hips a bit too nicely. Lucio suddenly feels his pants tighten a LOT more.

His hands freeze on the spot as his face turns red all over, some would think he’s sick but he’s so flustered and honestly even though she’s blushing too she can’t help but wants to call him cute. To be honest though she had forgot she even had them on, so if he was going to have a malfunction if some sort she’d have to apologize after they finished. (Y/n) tightened her legs around him again and the blonde jerked looking up to her only to see the blushing girl give him a smug smile. He pouted before tugging off her pants tossing them aside not caring where they landed pushing her back down when she tried to bicker about it.

“Stay still, don’t move (y/n). Babygirl.”

He orders and she feels her thighs quiver at his rough tone, for a split second she imagines him in his goat form getting ready to pounce and fuck he open and the thought has her reviving but she keeps it to herself biting her lip. That lip caught in those pearly white teeth as he grunted softly. He strips her before lifting her top showing the frilly lace bra that matches the things below and he’s honestly hasn’t felt so hard. The last time he was this excited was a while ago when he was alive and Nadia decided to top him. However, that is another story which he doesn’t want to think about with (y/n). He wasn’t for Nadia anymore, not like she wanted him anyway.

He reaches before her and pulls the garment out tossing it as well releasing her smooth (b/s) (s/c) breast leaning down to kiss them purring when she arched against his face with a high pitched moan.

With a wet pop he lets go and pulls back once again to open his pants giving a sigh of relief when he’s somewhat free. His underwear is bulging out, the fabric soaking wet with precum that made the girl gulp licking her lips. He pulls down the fabric and literally keens when the female purrs, her foot on his cock. The meaty rod stiff between her toes as he grabs her calv panting heavily as his precum drips down his cock along her toes.

“It’s pretty wide, you’re so excited hum? Want to see how my pussy spreads around it Lucio? Want to stretch me open Count?~”

She grinned and he grabbed her foot roughly pushing it up grabbing her other foot pulling her making her yelp as he pulled her closer. He quickly tears open her belt breaking the lace and straps and for a second she actually worries, sweat gathering over her skin. She was only teasing him...and he’s this riled. She shivers when a cool breeze rushes over her glistening pussy and shivers some more when he moves down to it.

It’s so messy, her natural lubricant dripping down between her lips and her hole twitching in anticipation. Her clit is hard and sensitive to the touch and knowing that Lucio blows a gust of wind over it that has he whimpering. She can even get herself to lean up for a second but when she does she’s on the ground again with a loud cry falling from her lips and her wide hips jerking closing around his head. His mouth closed around her clit, tongue tickling the underside as his golden hand pressed against her hole, juices running down the armor and just the site had him ready to burst.

He groaned, he really wanted to eat her out. However they always had time, he could do it later. Lucio pulled her legs open again and scooted close. (Y/n) lifted her head, (h/c) (h/l) hair messy, cheeks dark red, and skin sweaty and then he sunk into her as she let out a loud keen which he groaned at. His cock surrounded in her tunnel; warm, wet, and tight. Her legs tightened around him again and he leaned down again kissing her his cock pressing deep and rubbing along her cervix.

Every noise she made he swallowed greedily as he started with a slow pace first rolling his hips carefully before quickening his strokes. Soon he couldn’t control himself and nor could she. His hands held hers to the ground pinning them down to the green grass licking their fingers together as his balls slapped against her ass, his mouth all over her. He left hickies everywhere he could and with her mind so flooded with lust she couldn’t tell him where he could and couldn’t put them. He marked up her neck, collarbone, chest, chin and even left a couple behind her ears as she called out for him.

Her legs tight around his hips and bucking against him matching his pace, her juices squirting out all over his cock and pants with each thrust.

She cried out when he abused her g spot, her eyes wide in shock as he stared down at her. His hair hanging in his face, sweat covering the locks and his cheeks pink, eyes dark and bright at the same time as though he was looking deep into her soul as he searched her insides. He really looked like a demon and damn did she love it.

They were making a lot of noise but even if someone came out he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop showing how much he loved her, how much he wanted her, wanted to be with her. No, if anything he would force himself to go harder to fuck her sloppy trembling pussy open until she creamed so hard it sent her into an alternate universe of some sort.

He watched her, letting out grunts and groans as she shuddered and twitched and finally she let out another cry and wiggled, thighs moving on their on now as they trembled and shook uncontrollably. Her orgasm crashing so hard that he had to quickly pull out and cum on her stomach. She milked him would be another way to say it.

It shocked him and he let out a weak whimper as he cummed, her own dribbled out of her pussy leaking into the ground and with fascination he watched as she moaned softly trying to stop her shaking, grabbing her legs and holding them which only ended up presenting her wrecked pussy to him some more and he watched intensely before licking his lips slowly.

He slowly leaned down and licked a fine line from her asshole, feeling it twitch, to her clit and she jumped so hard that it seemed as though she didn’t want it. It was the overstimulation and as much as she wanted it she just couldn’t at the moment. A shaky hand found his wet hair and she weakly pushed on his head making him glance up at her with a smirk and sharp eyes as she shook her head.

“I-I can’t Lucio, m-my body-mhm~”

She cut herself off with a pitiful moan as he purred against her clit and then bit down on it a little. He then came up kissing her softly pressing his fingers inside her spent fuck hole grinning at the loud cry she let out as his fingers curled pressing firmly against her bladder.

“Shh, kitten. Let me take care of you. Daddy’s got you.~”

And she went quiet shaking, blushing brightly but spreading her legs some more making him blush again but smile as well.

Sorry if that was a mess, I really needed to post that and I get lazy quickly so it had to be done.

I hope you guys liked it though!

-A

#lucio the goat #count lucio #the arcana #arcana game #x reader #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #lucio x reader #thicc reader

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shenlongshao · 5 years ago

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GGS Redesign Analysis: Zato=One

Hello!^_^ Welcome to the continuation of my redesign analysis of the Guilty Gear characters. Here is the links to the previous ones if you haven’t seen them. https://shenlongshao.tumblr.com/post/189263935197/gg-strive-thoughts-part-3 and https://shenlongshao.tumblr.com/post/190417510842/ggs-redesign-analysis-faust The latest trailer for Guilty Gear Strive reveals two legacy characters; Millia Rage and Zato! Most of us aren’t really surprised when thinking about the past character reveals. Since Tumblr is a bit weird with image posting for me, I’m doing the pair separately instead of together starting with Zato. ZATO=ONE ----------------- The reactions for Zato’s reveal has mostly been positive with saying how handsome he looks and his extra muscles. Although there’s still the comment of “just like Potemkin, he looks exactly the same.” He didn’t receive a huge redesign, but there are some noticeable tweaks to his look, especially when compared to the past, starting with GG: The Missing Link.

Zato’s design has the mixture of being timeless and mysterious with a hint of style. His long blonde hair is sleeked backward with the exception of a single strand that lays on the side of his face. A red blindfold with a black belt covers his eyes, which is the most unique aspect of his look, since it perfectly displays Zato doesn’t have his eyesight. A leather choker is worn around his neck and a sleeveless, spandex bodysuit that conveys of his alluring charm and his occupation as the leader of the Assassin’s Guild. His form-fitting leather arm warmers displays his dandyism philosophy while his combat boots creates an air of a commanding presence. Finishing the look is a simple black belt around his waist. This fits his storyline of how in the past, Zato’s harsh upbringing forces him to adapt the traits of being shrewd, ruthless, and cunning. In exchange of being recognized as a valuable member of the Assassin’s Guild, he performed a life-threatening ritual in exchange of a great power called a Forbidden Beast. For Zato, he gained the ability to manipulate shadows(a.k.a his partner Eddie). There is still hints of his caring and compassionate side, especially to those like Millia and Venom. But Zato’s pride and greed for power lead to his demise with Eddie taking over his body. Although his design isn’t as detailed as many of the other characters, I still think it’s iconic. The style of his clothing reminds of the 90s Marvel style of designing characters wearing spandex in 1 or 2 color schemes. In GGX, his look didn’t really change except for an additional hair strand resting on the other side of his face. The biggest story development is in GGXRD SIGN when the Conclave used the art of resurrection on him(as a test subject since their true purpose was to revive Justice), but has almost no emotion except for wanting to protect Millia. Thus, he received some minor tweaks to his design.

The first is the belt securing his red blindfold is no longer a standard one. This time it’s a clip buckle type belt, which gives a more stylish look. In the center of his chest and on the hand part of his arm warmers is a decorative, light gray emblem that shows some elegance. There’s another small, but noticeable change; the belt around his waist.

There’s more detail like the holes around the strap and the center of belt having a hint of silver along with the yellowish-gold trim. The belt itself is also a bit larger as it rests around his hips instead of the waist. Zato’s primary colors is black with some red. But this time, there’s some gray added so let’s look at the color personality for each. Color Personality for Black: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-black.html Prestige and power are important to you. You are independent, strong-willed and determined and like to be in control of yourself and situations. You may appear intimidating to even your closest colleagues and friends, with an authoritarian, demanding and dictatorial attitude. With a personality color black, you may be looking for protection from any negativity that surrounds you. You may wish to create an aura of mystery and intrigue, as in the sexy black negligee. You are methodical in your work, making sure everything is completed as required, down to the last detail. Color Personality of Red: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-red.html You are action oriented and physically active - sex is a necessity to you - you have strong survival instincts.With a favorite color red, you like to be the center of attention - in fact all reds crave attention - other people are drawn to the vitality and sense of excitement you emit. You are ambitious and competitive and like to be the winner - you are achievement orientated and second place is not good enough for you. With you it is all or nothing. You usually gain the respect of others quite easily with your practical and grounded attitude and ability to set boundaries. Lovers of red are the explorers and pioneers of the world, the entrepreneurs and builders who like to be first in discovering new physical realms. You do not procrastinate - you never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.You are a hard worker when you have a personality color red, and you specifically enjoy physical labor and working with your hands. Red people can be aggressive and easy to anger, often exhibiting a violent temper - this is negative passion and energy. You flare up instantaneously but calm down quite quickly once you get it out of your system and then forget it ever happened - you do not hold a grudge. You have a strong need for power and control which is connected to your basic survival instincts. Color Personality of Gray: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-gray.html If this is your favorite color, you are neutral about life, often to the point of being indifferent. If you love gray, you are trying to protect yourself from the chaotic outside world, even to the point of isolating yourself from others, leaving you with the feeling that you don't really fit in or belong anywhere. Being a personality color gray, you are attracted to this neutral, non-emotional color as it controls and contains your energy - you just don't show excitement or enthusiasm about anything much in your life. With a personality color gray you may be a self-sufficient, unemotional dedicated worker in your business life and a lonely indecisive person in your private life. These describe Zato well, especially in his current state of how gray applies to him. Now to look at his GG Strive design starting his face.

Zato’s hairstyle is asymmetrical instead of sleeked back like in the previous GG games, enhancing his already handsome features. The design of the blindfold and belt concealing his eyes is the same, though there is the engraved emblem on its center. Here is a link to see the image bigger to see it along with other details. https://i.imgur.com/z0tlG4I.png You can also see in closer view how Zato’s attire is a tactical stealth bodysuit instead of the traditional, sleeveless spandex from before. There’s brown straps acting as the trim of where the sleeves would begin along with some armor panels on his body. His choker is replaced as a buckle that connects the tactical bodysuit and the collar is slightly loose. Now to see a full body of his design.

This also better illustrates how what he’s wearing is a tactical bodysuit because the lines present on his upper thighs, the belt straps, the detail added on his arm warmers, and his new belt resting on his hips. Besides it also being brown, there’s the addition of pockets on each side. There’s also something written in the back from this next picture below.

I added arrows to point his belt, the detail on the back of his bodysuit, and his boots. Due to the picture quality, it’s currently somewhat hard to see what it says. But some of the letters are obviously “Mill-X”(not sure of the letter after M, but looks like an “i”). His boots is also a different style of it having straps instead of red shoe strings to tie the combat boots in the front. Although Zato always have been combat ready, the tactical stealth bodysuit conveys extra preparation of whatever will happen next along with his role in the Assassin’s Guild. I notice there’s some brown added to his color scheme, so let’s look at the meaning of it.~ Color Personality of Brown: https://www.empower-yourself-with-color-psychology.com/personality-color-brown.html If you are a personality color brown, you are sensual, warm and supportive. Others are comfortable in your presence and find it easy to open up to and confide in you. You are hard-working, industrious and reliable. You take life seriously but have a subtle dry sense of humor. You tend not to be carefree and spontaneous. You prefer to know exactly what is going on before you commit - no surprise parties for you! You feel uncomfortable about losing control but will work hard to change a situation that seems unjust or unfair. You have a strong need for security and a sense of belonging, which is why your family is so important to you. You can be quite contemplative, working out problems and becoming quite absorbed until you find a solution. Considering what Zato’s character development may lead to and the path of regaining and renewing his emotions and himself as a person. Despite seemingly lost all sense of feeling, his love for Millia triggers the part of him that’s caring and protective so I think more of Zato’s traits may be shown. Brown perfectly displays this aspect of him along with complimenting black. Zato’s redesign is mainly a tweak to his established look rather than a complete change. Although I’m surprised he didn’t wear the coat like in Revelator, I’m glad the essence of his design is kept. Sometimes, a radical redesign isn’t necessary, especially if it’s not going to be as good or better than the original. I think his look is perfect. Rating: S + + +(Dandy!~) Honorable mention is his Forbidden Beast name “Eddie”. Although Eddie’s form is typically a demon, he is a shadow parasite that can shape-shift in various forms. So instead I think it’s more accurate to say he morphed into his current look rather than “redesigned”. This post is super late, but next time will be the redesign analysis of Millia Rage!^_^

#guilty gear strive #guilty gear #zato #zato=one #character analysis

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galemalio · 7 years ago

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A Rite of Passage with Abuelito Hector

You know how Zuko from ATLA always has a life-changing adventure with every member of the gAang?

Ever since Hector moved in to the Rivera household (more than physically), every Rivera always, always had one crazy adventure with abuelito Hector.

Victoria Rivera

One time Hector accompanied Tia Victoria in the market place for the weekly shopping. Unfortunately, the paparazzi are there, once they knew that “the Hector” frequent the plaza. They were too persistent and too many for Victoria’s boot. Hector straight up lifted her up in his arms and went streetrat a la parkour out of there.

After passing through the streets like a rollercoaster and vaulting up the fire escape, he lost them.

She eventually got over the shock as they stood on top of a building. A crossed Victoria voiced her displeasure by stomping her sturdy Rivera boot on his foot. She’s an old lady for crying out loud.

Although... it had been fun (which she’ll only admit in the deepest, darkest recesses of her bones). But never, ever again.

Julio Rivera

He and Hector went out for a walk, mainly because Hector wanted to know more about his yerno.

Only they ran into a ginormous cow alebrije that had trespassed into someone’s property.

The property owner wanted it whipped to go away but Hector didn’t want that (”Pobre vaca.”). In fact, he has another idea.

Years ago when he tried to disguise himself as an alebrije, he studied how they behave and move. After going into the trouble of getting a certain kind of musk (from people Julio is too nervous to even trust wholeheartedly), Hector put a drop on himself and tried to lure it away with a mate-dance.

It almost worked until Julio, who was watching from afar, accidentally spilled the bottle of musk all over himself.

Needless to say, a blind man could follow Julio’s path of cow rampage. But they did got the cow out of the property unharmed.

Long story short, it turned into the “Erumpent Scene in Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them”.

It was proof of their bond that Hector never told anyone because Julio is too embarrassed to even tell anyone that he accidentally seduced a cow.

Oscar and Felipe Riveras

It all started with the twins tinkering with installing a shoe on a watch. After glancing at Imelda’s choker, he asked, “Why not make a choker watch instead? That way people can just toss their head up and ask, ‘what time is it?’”

Imelda kicked them out of the house “for errands” because she knew, she just knew that the twins were thinking about her as soon as they roared with laughter. And yes, she can be that petty as their sister. And yes, she also threw Hector out with the twins.

When they came back, it was past sun down. And one of them is covered with paint and feathers. The other pair is holding what looked like another crazy invention.

“It’s a long story,“ Hector asked with the most familiar sheepiest grins.

Imelda still stood on the doorway, arms folded. “Try me.”

“Mi amor, my paint is drying fast!“

It turned out, Oscar and Felipe tried to do the “Wright Brothers” act and Hector acted as the crash test dummy counterweight/pilot of their flying machine.

Rosita Rivera

Rosita doesn’t only have a touch in shoemaking and gardening. Her love and care also flourished in the things she baked. So it was no surprised when she was asked to be part of the baking team for some high-class party because they’re going to make a giant cake.

Hector accompanied her to the kitchen where they’re baking and he doesn’t want to mess it up. So he watched from a corner, keeping his hands to himself because he knew his bad luck is already rubbing its palms together.

Rosita was so preoccupied with the baking rush, she never noticed that abuelito is missing until the party has began. She searched him high and low. Until there were screams and sounds of high-brow skeletons fainting.

Turns out something was happening to the grand cake that they had baked. It was giving birth.

Gasping and clawing it’s way out of the icing and bread was Abuelito Hector.

Luckily he escaped security. None of them wanted to ruin their fancy-schmancy suits with buttercream.

(Hector would later tell her, that while dodging from hurrying kitchen staff, he had tripped backwards into the batter before it was put into the oven. He wasn’t harmed but it was HOT and suffocating. It knocked him out and when he woke up, he didn’t know where he was and he panicked. That would explain why he looked half like a candyland zombie.)

The One Time It Didn’t Lead to a Crazy Adventure

Hector and Victoria was too late in returning her book to the library. By the time they got there (after mishaps that happened to Hector), it was closed.

He looked at one of the windows. He knew he could pop out his arm, shoot it like an arrow and unlock the fire escape from above. He knew he could break in, return the book and with his drawing skills, forge the librarian’s penmanship with the small recording that needs to be done. He knew Victoria is proud of never having a fine in the library and this is his to make up for the mishaps that hindered them in the first place.

But he didn’t.

Just because he could break in and forge, doesn’t mean he felt good about it. He likes showing off, he’s a performer. He could be the cool abuelito doing something rebellious and not really that harmful bending of rules.

But this would become one more secret to hide from Imelda, one more thing that Imelda wouldn’t agree.

And he had learned enough from the past of being an irresponsible tonto.

So he took a deep breath, turned his back at the library and apologized to Victoria.

He did offer to pay the fine though.

Imelda Rivera

They did have one crazy adventure but Imelda keeps it under wraps as the stern matriarch of the family. Ask Hector and his face would just split into this smug but silly grin.

Coco Rivera

For their father-daughter time, they went to a luchador convention. And ended up joining the amateur wrestling tag team. Hector still didn’t want to believe his sweet, angelic Coco has anything to do with it.

No one wanted to smackdown an elderly lady. But a skinny, gangly skeleton that looks like a young man of perfect health? Hoo boy. No holds barred. Luckily Luchadora Coco has a special move she learned from Miguel.

When they got home, Coco was beaming and Hector is looking a little worse for wear.

Elena Rivera

This one didn’t just happen spontaneously. Being a bit superstitious, she ended up with a superstitious dilemma and she knew who just might help.

“Take me to a witch doctor,“ she bluntly said to Hector.

“What-“

“You almost know everyone. Take me to the one you know or I’ll find one myself.“

Hector didn’t like the idea. It doesn’t seem like something Imelda will agree with. But better someone he knows.

Fortunately, the witch doctor’s payment was light for his services. He only asked for Hector’s belt pouch.

"Why?” he asked, feeling he should know better than to ask but at the same time, terribly curious.

The witch doctor just grinned. “It’s too far from you to really become a piece of you. Yet near enough to know your 90 years of strife.“

Elena side-eyed her abuelito. She never thought about his life in the Land of the Dead before he got back with Mama Imelda.

Everyone Else

Whenever one of the next Riveras would go out with Hector, the rest would give lucky charms or bandages or small emergency items. “Just in case,” they would emphasized.

Miguel Rivera

It was an adventure that surpassed, bombed and obliterated the record for all crazy adventures in the Rivera family history.

#not taken seriously #coco headcanons #can be considered a shitpost

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sapphicscholar · 7 years ago

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I know you've kind of done this already in Tabula Rasa, but could you maybe write a fic where some of the Superfriends end up in a parallel Earth where all of the Superfriends (or at least most, I'd love to see another version of evil Alex for sure. Maybe a version of her who became evil even without working for a xenophobic DEO? IDK) are evil? (This prompt may or may not be inspired by my annoyance at the plot of the crossover...)

I just posted it to AO3!

A/N:Ugh yes, we can all be annoyed at the crossover… Since I already did an actual evil alternate universe in Tabula Rasa, I went full on campy evil for this one (think Lucy Diamond in DEBS) that’s largely inspired by my earlier musings here. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and sorry it took me a while to get to it! I’m finally going through some old prompt requests now that I’ve got a bit of time in these quiet few days at work.

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“Not again,” Alex hissed as the monitors flickered to black before flashing back up now covered in full color, high resolution photos of her from high school: black choker around her neck, black vest on, striped tie looped around the waist of her low-rise jeans, and some heavy black eyeliner to top off the whole punk rock aesthetic.

“You’ve got company headed up in 5,” James informed her, ignoring the litany of increasingly obscene threats crackling through his earpiece.

“Then get your little boyfriend on the phone and tell him to knock it the fuck off,” Alex growled, waiting for the inevitable refutation of their relationship, the insistence that they “don’t do labels.”

Even as he protested, James dialed Winn.

“Hello?” Winn answered, the poorly disguised snicker proof enough that he was behind the hack.

“C’mon man, we let Lucy have her heist last night without issue. Let Alex back into the system.”

“You’re getting off too easily,” Winn huffed.

“And I can guarantee you won’t get off at all tonight if you don’t call this off,” James threatened.

“You’re the worst.”

“Nah, I don’t think so.”

“You know how much shit I’m gonna get from Vasquez if I give in this quickly?”

“What if we promise not to ruin their date night with Lucy this week?”

Winn paused, deliberating for a few minutes. “That I can work with.”

“Thanks, man.”

“See you tonight?”

“My place or yours?”

“James!” Alex growled, her voice startling him.

“Mine,” he quickly answered Winn, hanging up to refocus his attention on Alex. “You should be back in any second now.”

“Not dating my ass.” Alex continued trying to circumvent the active hack until suddenly it disappeared, the screens flashing back to the museum security feed she’d been trying to overwrite when Winn and Vasquez decided to play their little prank. “I’m back.”

“Good. You’ve got about two minutes.”

“Only need one.”

“That’s my girl,” Maggie chimed in, her voice barely audible over the sound of her motorcycle roaring to life.

“Always.”

“Now who’s being gross?” James teased, following Maggie’s location through her motorcycle’s GPS tracker.

“Still you,” came Alex and Maggie’s voices in unison.

“And we’re…clear!” Alex cheered, slinging the long cardboard tube over her back, wiping the keyboard even though she was wearing gloves, and bolting for the back exit where the security cameras were still under repair.

“Three, two, one,” James counted down, watching as Alex and Maggie’s blinking red GPS lights got closer and closer together.

“Hey babe,” Alex rasped, throwing on the spare helmet and straddling the back of Maggie’s bike. “Take me home. You know how I get after a good heist.”

“You still have to come here first!” James yelled, hoping he wouldn’t have to go over in the middle of the night to interrupt them…again.

“I’m thinking diamonds,” Lucy mused, her teeth nipping at Vasquez’s earlobes and her hips grinding down into their lap.

“Mm, yeah?” Vasquez asked, not trying particularly hard to pay much attention to their girlfriend’s words. At this stage, they were always just ideas, liable to change with a moment’s notice—often to thwart Alex’s latest ploy. They were just grateful that the rivalry had turned (mainly) friendly over the years. Back before Alex started dating Maggie, the two had been at each other’s throats, more often focused on ruining the other’s heists than on actually accomplishing anything themselves. But now that Alex had a “mission statement,” which Lucy loved to scoff at, even though she liked to boast about how she operated within her own code of honor, they’d come to an uneasy truce that involved more playful attempts at sabotage that rarely turned violent these days.

“Can you two not do that in the van?” Winn whined. “This is my space—my sacred space.”

“You said that about your lab too,” Vasquez pointed out.

“Yeah, Schott, you only get one. Pick wisely.”

“Just don’t—keep your clothes on, alright?”

“No promises.”

“Why do I tolerate you two?”

“Because otherwise you’d be sitting in a lab full of perfect inventions without the daring to go use them yourself?” Vasquez offered.

“You’d have this van all rigged for surveillance with no one to watch for?” Lucy chimed in.

“You’d know how to make targeted explosions and decoys and holograms but never see them put to their best uses?”

“You’d—”

“Okay! Okay, I get it. You two are the muscle.”

“And the looks.”

“And the courage.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” Vasquez said, shaking their head. “C’mon, who would actually know enough about computers to hack me if you left?”

“I guess,” Winn sighed melodramatically. “So you said diamonds…want me to start looking up possible targets?”

“I know just the one.”

“That so?”

Lucy nodded. “Oh yeah. She has more money than anyone in National City—just enough for some forcible sharing, I think.”

“Love the way you think,” Vasquez said, placing a kiss on Lucy’s cheek.

“Wait. You’re gonna try to rob Cat and Astra?” Winn asked, his mouth gaping.

“What? No, I don’t have a death wish,” Lucy laughed. “Besides, they’re already fighting the good fight.”

“Ah yes, that Lucy Lane patented code of honor.”

Holding two fingers up, Vasquez repeated in a military-esque monotone: “Criminals with honor do not harm or steal from other criminals with honor.”

“Damn straight.”

“And so how do you justify messing with Alex?” Winn asked.

“That sense of honor is still new. And these days I don’t harm her—just inconvenience her.”

“Fine,” Winn gave in. “But who’s richer than Cat and Astra?”

“Lena Luthor.”

—

The next morning, Alex carefully brushed away a speck of almost imperceptible dust from the broad shoulders of James’ suit jacket, watching in the mirror as he straightened his jacket and tightened the knot of his tie just a hair. Maggie handed him his phone and gun once Alex got his cufflinks fastened.

With a charming (and perfectly disarming) smile and wink, James slung the tube over his shoulder. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck when you look like that,” Maggie teased, swatting at James as he walked toward the front door, putting an extra swing in his step and letting out a deep laugh at the teasing wolf whistles and catcalls Alex and Maggie sent his way.

“We’ll be in the area if you need us, alright?” Alex added, her expression morphing into a more serious one.

“I know you’ve got my back, Alex.”

“Always.”

Within half an hour, James’ town car pulled up in front of the buyer’s restored nineteenth-century brownstone where he’d agreed to meet them—the hominess of it all somehow helping their genteel clientele to assuage their guilt over purchasing stolen artwork.

“Mr. Kent?” a middle-aged woman answered the door.

“At your service,” James replied with a small dip of his head and an easy smile that had her cheeks flushing a faint pink. “Can I ask your name?”

“Oh, I’m not the one you want to see.”

“On the contrary. You’re the very first one I’ve seen, which must make you someone worth knowing.” James smiled as any sense of wariness dissipated, the woman clearly charmed by him.

“I’m Katarina. I work for Morgan Edge.”

“Well it is my deepest pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Yes, I, uh, yes,” she stammered, mumbling her way through a few pleasantries before finally guiding him out of the entrance room. “Come right this way.” He followed her through a long hallway until they reached the home office in the back.

“Mr. Edge, it’s so nice to meet in person,” James greeted the man.

“I see you brought my newest acquisition.”

Right to business apparently, James thought. “I did. I assume you’ll want to see it first.”

As he pulled the tube over his shoulders, Katarina returned, a small mug clutched in her hands. “I brought your espresso.”

“Thank you,” James said, his deep voice rumbling over the disgruntled huff of Morgan’s complaints about her always interrupting his meetings. He paused for a moment to sip at it. “Always better to enjoy while it’s hot,” he added by way of explanation. “And it is excellent, Katarina.”

“Well, if you ever find yourself in need of a fix…”

“You’ll be the first person I call.” Sensing Morgan’s growing frustration, he turned back to the tube, slipping on a pair of gloves to pull out the painting.

Morgan leaned in closely, magnifying glass in hand as he inspected a few areas—always the same ones, James thought to himself, almost disappointed by the predictability of it all. After several long minutes, Morgan nodded. “It will be the perfect piece for my study.”

“And now it’s my turn to inspect.” James carefully rolled the painting up once more and stuck it back in the tube.

“Of course.” Morgan handed over a briefcase full to the rim with stacks of bills before turning back to his desk. With the painting strapped to his back for safekeeping, James checked the totals, then ran the special detecting pen Alex had invented to find fake money by scanning the chemical makeup of the ink and paper over the edges of the bills.

When Morgan turned again, already demanding to know what the holdup was, he found a gun pointed between his eyes. “And what do you think you’re doing?” he growled. “In my own home? I’ll have the police here before you can even think of pulling that trigger.”

“Oh, I don’t think you will. At least not when you’re buying stolen art and trying to pay me with counterfeit bills.”

“They’re perfectly real,” Morgan scoffed, pulling out one of top stacks.

“No, no.” Shaking his head, James pulled out the stacks beneath it. “The rest of it.”

Looking slightly inconvenienced but not at all abashed about having been caught, Morgan unlocked his safe and pulled out another briefcase, which James inspected thoroughly. Finally convinced that they were real, James added the top layer of real bills from the other briefcase to the new one—“for the trouble you put me through”—and handed off the painting, slowly backing out of the room, gun still pointed at the man until he was out of sight.

—

“Deal’s done,” came James’ voice through the intercom once he was safe in the town car again. “You need backup?”

“Nah, this part is the easiest,” Maggie answered, grinning over at Alex, who was leaning heavily against the wall of the warehouse, barely stifling her tired yawns. “Looks like I wore you out last night, babe.”

“More like Lucy did,” Alex huffed. “I’m so sick of having to deal with the added stress of her shit.”

“Oh please, you two keep each other sharp.”

Before their bickering could escalate—or turn into the heated makeup sex they favored—they heard the door creak open, and Alex smiled as Maggie greeted the first man through the door in perfect Spanish. They never used names, but she still felt close to him, a level of loyalty she afforded to very few of her other clients.

“I believe we have something that belongs to you,” she said, switching back to English when the rest of the group joined them.

“Already?”

“We’re nothing if not efficient,” Alex chimed in.

“Why?” one of the women in the group asked. She was new, Maggie noted, and rightfully suspicious of a gift that seemed to come with no strings attached.

“I don’t take kindly to my country profiting off of stolen artwork. I’m simply…expediting the process of repatriation.”

The woman scoffed. “And your country is okay with this?”

“Was yours when we stole the art in the first place?”

“And there are no strings attached?”

“Ah, well, I do like a nice bottle of wine—I’m partial to reds, and my partner here likes a dry wine.”

“Anything for you,” the man from before added, tipping his head to Maggie before taking the tube from her. “As always, thank you.”

“Anytime.”

—

“Have I mentioned lately how much I love having shapeshifters for friends?” Kara asked, throwing an arm around J’onn’s shoulders and reaching a hand out to M’gann. “Because I really, really do.”

“Whatever we can do to help Lena’s shelter—just say the word,” J’onn said.

“As long as you never say a word, then we’ll be just fine.”

“I still don’t see why the girl won’t let her good deeds be known,” M’gann mused, letting go of Kara’s hand to settle back in behind the bar.

“It’s harder to blackmail rich bad guys when you’re not invited around anymore because the Luthor last name has lost all meaning.”

“You’re the one that collects half the dirt with your powers, though.”

“But I wouldn’t know where to go digging if it weren’t for Lena’s first steps. Plus, you know how she enjoys siphoning off Luthor Corp funds. It’d be less fun if she had to spend her own money.”

“You know we’re mindreaders, right?” J’onn asked, arching an eyebrow at Kara.

“You can’t read mine,” Kara countered.

“No,” M’gann admitted, “but we know that your little girlfriend donates half of her personal income to charities every year.”

Kara groaned. “Don’t tell her you know, okay? She doesn’t want people knowing about it—once people know, it ruins it for her.”

“Whatever you say…”

“It’s not like you want people to know you’ve been volunteering to keep her refugee center running either.”

“No one would willingly enter a center run in part by a White Martian, especially one who shapeshifts to steal and infiltrate the local police units.”

“And you think that they’d send their kids off to play with a Luthor?”

“Point taken.”

“Anyway, are you two coming over for dinner tonight?”

“Not tonight, sorry,” J’onn apologized. “We’re a little short-staffed at the bar, and you know how Friday nights can get.”

“But next time, we promise,” M’gann added, reaching over to give Kara a hug before she left.

—

“We should really get going,” Astra sighed, even as she lifted her arms to allow her shirt to be removed. “Wouldn’t want to be late.” Her breath hitched at the feeling of teeth nipping at her neck and nimble fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of her black pants.

“She’s not my niece,” Cat shrugged. “Besides, I’ve always preferred to be fashionably late.”

“And yet if I’m just a minute late for dinner…”

“I. Do. Not. Wait.” Cat declared, punctuating her words with harder bites, wishing she could leave some kind of mark on that flawless skin.

“I always make it worth your while, though,” Astra drawled, easily flipping them so that Cat was on her back, her breathing ragged and her chest flushed a faint pink.

“Last night you didn’t.”

“Last night I had the chance to sabotage the newest oil pipeline, darling. I don’t complain when your work comes first.” Astra’s fingers trailed up Cat’s thighs, gently pushing up the hem of her dress.

“I know, I know. It’s just a shame—you know my fingers, talented as they might be, just don’t compare to your tongue.”

“Well, why don’t we get dressed for dinner with Kara, and when we get back, I’ll make it up to you threefold.”

“I suppose I could be amenable to those terms if you let us take the car to dinner tonight.”

“But flying is so environmentally friendly.”

“It’s windy.”

“I’ll shield you.”

“We drive a hybrid.”

“Fine,” Astra finally relented.

—

Looking around the table, Kara couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her friends and family all gathered together, laughing as Maggie regaled them with tales of Alex’s latest misadventures with Lucy, Vasquez, and Winn. As much as Alex complained about the lot of them, she knew better than to believe that she truly hated them. After all, it had been Lucy and Alex who’d willingly put aside their differences to bring down Non when Astra’s life was in jeopardy, then again when Max Lord came for Kara herself. Plus, she doubted that Alex would voluntarily spend hours sifting through childhood photos of someone she truly despised, even if she was looking only for the most embarrassing ones.

“What matters,” Alex finally cut in when it seemed like Maggie was just one step away from pulling out the photos for a show and tell, “is that we made it out just fine.”

“Which is why we’re letting Lucy have her little date night tonight without any interruptions from us.”

The laughter that filled the room was soon cut off as both Kara and Astra sprung to their feet.

“We have company,” Astra hissed. Within moments, everyone in the room had at least one weapon drawn, all of which were pointed at the intruder that Astra whisked in through the balcony window and unceremoniously threw to the floor.

“Lucy?” Alex gasped, seeing the telltale full body black leather suit she wore when she went out on her little cat burglary missions.

“The hell, Danvers? I thought you were gonna let me have my date night.”

“Since when is your date night crashing my family dinner?”

“Since when is Luthor family?”

“Since she started dating me,” Kara just about growled, crossing her arms and stepping protectively in front of Lena. “And if you’re here to hurt her, you’re gonna have to fight your way through each and every one of us first.”

“And you know better than to touch my sister,” Alex added, her tone sharp as she let her gaze flick pointedly to the gun in her hand.

“Since when do you protect the rich?” Lucy asked, turning her attention to Maggie, figuring she was the best bet for an ally—she had the whole Robin Hood schtick down to an art.

“When the rich are giving more money away than I could even if I managed a heist every day.” Lena began to object, but Maggie waved off her protests. “Alex hacked into your accounts the first time she found you and her sister in bed together. Be lucky that’s all we found.”

“If you’re so charitable, why have you been ordering millions of dollars’ worth of diamonds?” Lucy demanded.

“Most of them will be sent back to the communities they were stolen from,” Lena huffed. “I might be a villain—”

“Hardly,” Maggie scoffed. “Blackmailing the worst of your one-percenter pals with your girlfriend, stealing from your family’s evil company—they hardly make you a villain.”

Lena just rolled her eyes. “Fine. But, since the surprise is sort of ruined now…” Turning to face Kara, Lena dropped down to one knee. “Kara Danvers, the months I’ve spent with you have been some of the best ones of my life. There’s no one I’d rather extort and blackmail with than you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes!” Kara gasped, dropping down to her knees as well and pulling Lena into a passionate kiss that may well have gone on much too long to be appropriate in front of family, friends, and intruders were it not for the loud whooshing sound and the way the whole floor seemed to shake.

“The hell did you bring with you, Lane?” Alex growled.

“It wasn’t—” But Lucy didn’t have time to finish her thoughts before a large silvery portal opened up, and doppelgangers of Kara, Alex, Maggie, and Winn thumped to the floor, looking more than a little taken aback at the sight of so many people and weapons surrounding them.

“Who are you?” Kara finally demanded, glaring at the intruders, letting her eyes burn red.

“Um, I think we’re you…from another Earth—Earth-38 to be specific,” the new Kara volunteered. “We were over on Earth-1 helping out some friends, but we had to leave in a hurry, and I think maybe we set up the breech incorrectly…”

“No shit,” Alex growled, looking closely at her Earth-38 counterpart and refusing to lower her weapon.

At that moment, Lucy’s earpiece crackled to life with Vasquez and Winn’s worried questions. “I’m up in the apartment…whole story there. But, uh, we’ve got company, and I think you’re gonna want to see this.”

—

Earth-38 Winn scoffed at his doppelganger, having found himself increasingly disgusted as he heard him joking about heists and devious inventions. “How could you? After everything that happened with our dad?”

“After everything that happened, how could you not?” his evil counterpart shot back. “You watched him lose everything—his career, his money, his inventions, his wife, his love for life, his desire to live. How can you justify sitting back and doing nothing to avenge him?”

“Somehow I don’t think a murderer losing his love of life while he rots in prison really rises to the level of vengeance-worthy crimes against humanity.”

“Prison?”

“For murder.”

“What do you mean? He didn’t do anything. He let his boss take credit for his inventions, rolled over each and every time until he had nothing worth fighting for, nothing worth living for.”

Winn stood there blinking. “I…that—that’s not what happened on my Earth.”

—

Across the room, Maggie and Alex sat together, watching as their Kara and Winn worked with the other Earth’s more tech-oriented folks to try to make sure that any new breeches wouldn’t send them to yet another Earth that might be even less friendly toward them.

“You didn’t seem surprised that your doppelganger isn’t the paragon of virtue,” Maggie noted.

“I’m not.”

“Why’s that?”

Alex shrugged. “I’m not Kara. I’ve killed before, and I likely will again. I do the things that need to be done. I’ve never been a saint.”

“But you’re no villain.”

“But to have lost things like that…this Alex had both of her parents taken away and was left with another girl who had lost her whole world, who didn’t get a loving, supportive family to raise her. Instead she was left with me—some bitter teenage rebel who wanted nothing more than to see this world pay for its crimes.” Alex shook her head; it was impressive that they’d ended up as decent as they had. Sure, her counterpart had stolen and lied, but she’d never descended to murder or kidnapping or anything of that nature. She suspected Kara had something to do with it; even if this version of Supergirl was willing to claim power in a way hers never had, was willing to kill when it came down to it in a fight, she still fought for justice, still fought for good.

Regarding Maggie, Alex added, “You’re not exactly stunned yourself.”

“If I didn’t have an aunt to take me in, of course I’d have turned to petty theft. Plus, Robin Hood was my favorite Disney movie…”

Alex laughed. “I guess even here you’ve got a pretty deep-rooted sense of justice.”

“Yeah. And here you’ve got an undercut,” Maggie added, veering them toward lighter topics. “It’s pretty hot.”

“I really hope you’re not suggesting some threesome.”

With a loud bark of a laugh, Maggie shook her head. “Not in the slightest. Just, you know, if you ever wanted to change up your look…”

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