#Wom Crush

[cherryredstars]

Not sure if I’m doing this right since I’m new to tumbler :D but hi love ur writing followed you in an instant!

I was wondering if you could write something for a very low self esteem, inexperienced reader who goes to uni so is like 21 or something and is Miguel’s neighbor. They live in this building and their other neighbor is a rude lady who complains at the slightest Noise basically. she doesn’t dare bother Miguel but is always bothering the reader since reader can’t tell her to f off. Reader is just such sweet chubby lil cinnamon roll :(

Idk if I should have been less descriptive or more TvT; ?

Anyway hope you’re doing great :D don’t forget to hydrate ♥️

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Age Gap, Sexual Touching (With Clothes on), Slight Fluff

Summary: He helps you, you help him.

A/N: This is perfect, don’t worry, love!!!

Word Count: 2.4K (Not Edited)

This is most definitely going to leave you a crying wreck in your bathroom later.

Your nerves were already on high alert with finally becoming independent and moving out of the college dorms, that pesky exam and assignment you procrastinated on working on, and your job has been firing and hiring people left and right. The last thing you needed was your cranky old neighbor, (it is crazy to think that you once thought she was going to be a kind old woman who would give you cookies when she was lonely), to come banging on your door with a  list of complaints and reasons why she could get you evicted. You do not know what to do, never being in this type of situation before. Honestly, you do not even know about half the things this woman is accusing you of. 

You can only stand there, hand tightly holding the door open as you try not to cry from stress. In your head, you are counting in an effort to make sure your breaths are coming out evenly. The last thing you want is to have a panic attack and have your neighbor add the threat of a mental hospital to the list. You nod along weakly to what she says, letting out whispered apologies that only seem to make her angrier. 

“You useless teenagers and your need to ruin good things, don’t think I forgot when you tr-”

“Is there a problem here?”

His voice is deep and smooth, causing the both of you to jolt. You visibly relax when you turn your head to find Miguel standing outside his apartment door. He has just gotten back from work and running errands, his lab coat draped over his arm as he holds paper bags in his arms. His hair is slightly tousled from the autumn breeze, and a few strands of his black hair are scattered with grey. His sweater hugs his arms and torso in a way that is mouthwatering, and you quickly look away when his eyes meet yours.

Miguel is the only neighbor you really know. He had helped you the first time you moved in, hearing the way you struggled to bring some things up to your apartment. He offered to help, carrying in boxes faster than you could into your apartment. When you had gotten furniture, he was happy to come over and assemble it for you. He is so kind to you, offering to help with a leaking pipe or to answer any of your questions about how to do something. You might have grown a slight crush on your neighbor, something that slightly freaked you out when you realized because of the obvious age gap the two of you have. You have not even finished college yet and he is in his mid-thirties working in a big corporate lab. 

Miguel clears his throat and you look back at him. He stares at you expectantly, totally ignoring the stuttering woman who tries to answer his question. He is only ever interested in what you have to say. You flush under his intent gaze, quickly shaking your head. You do not want to cause more problems, and you definitely do not want to have your cranky neighbor form a bigger vendetta against you. 

Miguel’s eyebrow raises, definitely catching the anxious expression on your face. He hums dismissively after a minute, eyes lazily trailing back to the older woman. His nose scrunches up slightly at the sight of her and he looks away again as the woman stops trying to defend herself. Miguel shrugs, the paper bags rustling with their contents. He turns to face you, once again ignoring the older woman. 

“Then you wouldn’t mind helping me put away my groceries, right? Can’t get my keys with my hands full,” Miguel speaks in a lazy drawl. 

You are quick to nod your head in agreement, stepping out of your doorway and closing the door. The woman steps back, a displeased look on her face as she watches you walk over to Miguel. Miguel keeps his eyes trained on you, watching everything you do. You are shy when you smile up at him. With your back turned towards the old woman, you mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. His eyes instantly snap to your lips, intently studying your exaggerated words. His eyes seem to darken for a second before he blinks and it is gone. His eyes trail back up to your eyes and he tilts his head slightly down. 

“Keys are in my pants pocket.”

You quickly nod, whispering out an ‘okay’. Your face burns as you have to get closer to him to not knock into his arms. The angle is slightly awkward, your hands slip into his pants pocket and your face burns from having your hand so close to his…thing. As you try to find his keys, Miguel looks down at you with a heated look. He watches silently for a few minutes before looking back up and over your shoulder to the older woman. His face is masked in indifference, maintaining eye contact with her until she fidgets and turns away without saying a word. 

At the same time she walks into her own apartment, you make a sound of victory as you finally retrieve his keys. You dangle them in his face with a proud smile, and he gives you an amused smirk. He steps away from his apartment door, giving you room to step in front of him and unlock his door. As you insert the key, you feel Miguel press up against your back. His warmth seeps into your spine and you are quick to bite your tongue so you do not let out a squeal.  

His breath tickles your neck and ear, warm and slightly minty. “What did I tell you about standing up for yourself, hmm cariño?”

The question rumbles with his voice and you have to hold your breath in order to not make an embarrassing sound. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and instantly regret it. He has not moved his face yet, and you are a breath away from him. If you leaned forward the slightest bit, your noses would be touching. You gulp nervously, and Miguel’s eyes trail down to your lips once again. He lets out a deep hum as you lick them nervously. 

“I- she’s not that mean to me.” You whisper out in the older woman’s defense. You cannot help the way your lashes flutter as you try to meet his eyes. 

Miguel scoffs at your defense, finally backing away from you. He shifts his hold on the bags, freeing his hand to turn the doorknob. Your hand is still there, and your breath hitches when his large hand encompasses yours. His hand moves both yours and the doorknob, making a combined effort to open the door. You are still watching him from over your shoulder, mouth slightly opened in awe. Miguel looks down at you, something playful in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. 

“You’re blocking the doorway, cariño. The ice cream I got you is going to melt.”

Your blush returns from the pet name and you stutter out an apology as you rush inside his apartment. It’s warm, and you’re hit with the smell of him. You find the light switch and turn on the lights, flooding the whole place with a warm glow. Miguel follows you into the kitchen, placing the paper bags on the dining room table. He rummages through them, glaring at you when you try to grab one to start helping. His hands connect with something cold, and he pulls out a personal pint of ice cream. He hands it over to you and you turn it around to see the label. Your eyes instantly light up when you read the brand and flavor. Last week you had ranted to Miguel about how the grocery store did not have your favorite ice cream in stock as he was fixing a problem with your internet. The whole time he just hummed along, you did not actually think he was listening. 

He smiles softly at you as you beam up at him. He turns back to the groceries, sighing when he sees your hand reaching for the bags again. He turns to you with a bored expression. He gently removes your hands from the bag, telling you to go eat your ice cream before it melts. You grumble playfully under your breath, complaining about how you were supposed to be helping. He chuckles as he follows after you, getting a spoon out for you. 

“I thought the whole point was that I was supposed to help you put the groceries away, not eat them.” 

Your complaining is cut off by a yelp when Miguel grabs your waist. He lifts you up, putting you on top of the counter. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You squirm slightly from his proximity. 

“You can help me by sitting prettily and keeping me company. Tell me about your day.” 

He pulls away then, returning to the dining room table and carrying a bag to the counter next to you. Your eyes are still bashful as you watch him, quietly opening your ice cream and beginning to eat it. Miguel starts to pull contents from the bag and looks over at you expectantly. Hesitantly, you begin to go through your day, easing into it the more you talk. You speak between bites of ice cream, half paying attention to Miguel as he walks around the kitchen to place things in their proper places. Occasionally, he looks over at you as you speak, his eyes trained on the way you place the spoon in your mouth and lick at the delicious treat. 

You are almost done when he puts the last thing away. He walks over to you as you continue talking absentmindedly, just finished slipping the spoon out of your mouth again. You stop talking when Miguel’s eyes drop to your mouth, his thumb coming up the swipe at your lower lip. When he pulls it away, a bit of melted ice cream is stuck to his skin. His eyes meet yours again when he brings it to his mouth, licking it away. He hums in appreciation for the taste. 

Your mouth drops open with a gasp as you watch, eyes trained on the pink muscle. You watch as his lips form a sly smile, and you blush as you look back into his eyes. But his eyes are still trained on your parted mouth, eyes dilated and hungry. He leans forward slightly, hand returning to rub at your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. He is not kissing you exactly, only sucking on your lip until it is swollen and red. He gives it a small nip before he pulls away, his hands falling to rub your thighs. It causes a small whimper to escape your mouth and Miguel basks in the noise. 

His hand seeps closer and closer to the area between your thighs, grabbing the carton of ice cream and moving it to the side. His hands hastily return to the area between your thighs, fingers brushing against your center. Your breath hitches and you look down to where his hands are. Your attention is snapped away when his gravelly voice meets your ears. 

“Continue with the story, querida. You don’t sound like you finished.”

You stutter over your words, the topic of conversation blanking from your mind. Miguel chuckles knowingly, his fingers continuing to brush up and down until they land on your clothed bud. He presses into it hard enough so you can feel it through the fabric of your pants and panties, gently reminding you where you left off. You nod nervously, hands snapping up to meet his shoulders as you feel wetness rushing into your panties. You stutter and choke on your words, eyes shutting as you rotate your hips sloppily into his hand. The movement is jerky, and you feel slightly embarrassed at how painfully obvious it is that no one has ever touched you like this before. But Miguel seems to like it, likes the idea that you’re untouched and he is the only person who has seen you like this. 

It gets even better when you make those soft noises, cutting yourself off and having to be reminded about what you were saying. Miguel continues his hand movements, pressing into you and rubbing and stroking. Your wetness has seeped through your panties, dampening the material of your leggings. If you were not lost in how good it feels, you would have been grossed out and uncomfortable. A weak call of his name escapes you and Miguel looks up from your cunt to look at your face. He hums in acknowledgement, watching as you try to pull his face closer to yours in a kiss. 

He swiftly avoids it, and you would have curled into yourself at the blunt rejection if you did not become distracted by his mouth suck and licking along your neck and jaw. Your mouth falls open with a moan, head leaning back to give him more room. He groans against your skin, fingers pressing tight circles to your clit. With a few hard circles, your back arches and your hold on him tightens. Gasping moans leave you and you feel the band in you snap, releasing more wetness into your panties as you finish. Miguel pulls his head away from your neck, keeping his fingers to your bud as you ride out the orgasm. Once you slump back down, he pulls his hands away. As you catch your breath, Miguel cleans up the mess on the counter. He reaches over, closing your melted ice cream and putting the spoon in the sink. 

You are still in a daze when he pushes the warm container in your hands, his own hands gentle as he lifts you off the counter. Your eyes are glossy in after-lust as he gently guides you out of his apartment and into yours. His warm hand leaves the small of your back, massaging your sides before he whispers a thank you into your ear for your help. You are only pulled completely out of your daze when you hear your door lock and close as Miguel leaves. You turn to look at the door, cheeks blazing as you clutch tightly onto your ice cream.

You are totally getting a noise complaint for that old woman tomorrow.

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a/n: shsusbsihsw i can’t— this idea has been plaguing my mind 😭

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“A Duel For Your Hand.”

warning(s): swearing

summary: mizu knew you ever since she was a child. you two were friends, and she grew feelings for you. one day, you had to move. until one day, you saw her again, and complained to her about how your father was marrying you off to some noble.

mizu x fem!childhood crush!reader

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Long ago, when you were just a young lady, you befriended a child just your age. An outcast, but you still talked to her. Your father was a swordsman, and one that has received a blade from Master Eiji. Your father respected Eiji, often times still visiting the old man for memories and to train with him.

You were never really close to your father, but you were close to Eiji. Often times, when your father was away for business, you’d be staying with Eiji and helping alongside him here and there.

One day, you ran all the way to Master Eiji’s place to show him something cool that your father had given you. You opened the door, only to find another child around your age, a little bit shorter, holding large iron tongs while Eiji was doing his thing.

“Master Eiji, guess what my papa got me!—“ You looked over at the other child, who was staring at you very closely and almost surprised. What’s a pretty, young lady like you doing here? You were dressed nice and seemed to be far too delicate to be around sharp blades.

Eiji held up his finger, then motioned for the child to hand him the tongs. “I see you have ran all the way from your home to show me…let me guess, another hair pin?” You eagerly nodded, running over to his side and squealing about the gift your father had given you after he had returned home from whatever business he had.

“So..who are you?” You curiously asked as you turned around to face the child, who was still looking at you in awe. You noticed her blue eyes, which seemed to be so clear and mesmerizing. They were like the color of the water—so blue and pretty.. Noticing that she was staring, she cleared her throat.

“M-Mizu. Uh, I’m just staying here..” Mizu said as she scratched the back of her neck. Oh god, was she falling for you already? Well, why wouldn’t anyone—you’re so pretty and you look like an angel in her eyes.

Days turned into months. Then months turned into years. Each time that you could go down to Master Eiji’s place, you’d always be a ball of sunshine with something to talk about. Whether if it’s some hair pin your father gave to you, or a new skill you learned, you’d always talk about it to Mizu. That was until you had to move away.

Here you are, mumbling and grumbling in the cold weather while stomping your feet in the snow. Now you were a grown woman, and one that was forced to learn all the arts of being a ‘perfect wife’. You threw the charms in your hair and the hairpins to the ground, frustrated that your father had set you up with a dumb, old nobleman. You had to excuse yourself from the room and immediately ran outside to attempt to calm yourself.

“Damn, angry much?” A voice spoke out from behind you. You turned around, your first instinct was to throw one of your hairpins at the person. But they caught it with two fingers, just inches away from their eyes behind those tinted glasses. The person smirked, pulling down the tinted glasses to reveal their blue eyes. “My god, is this the treatment I get when I finally find you again?”

That voice. It was Mizu! Absolutely delighted, you immediately gasped and ran over to her, immediately tackling her into the snow while hugging her tightly. She chuckled, hand on your back while you wrapped your arms around her waist while wailing. “I missed you so much! Oh my god, you can’t believe the bullshit my father is putting me through!” Mizu only smiled, sitting up against a tree while you sat in front of her, complaining and wailing about how your father’s trying to marry you off to some man! That part made her a tad bit pissed off. A beautiful woman like yourself being married off to someone certainly not worth your time? Fuck no. Is she going to duel this guy to perhaps steal you away instead? Yep.

“Seems like you want out of this, right?” She said after you finally stopped complaining, now just curled up beside her and leaning against her arm. You nodded immediately. You now just noticed she has grown. You used to be taller, but now she’s the taller one! And my god are her hands—wait, are you growing feelings again? “I want to see this man. I’m going to kill him, you’re not marrying some snobby asshole today.”

Much to your annoyance, Mizu had fought her way through your guards and marched on into the estate with ease. You followed after her, trying to get the guards to stand down but they won’t and Mizu ends up knocking a few of them off. More mess for the cleaners to deal with. Until she kicks down the door to the room your father and that suitor was in. “My god, this is the guy? You couldn’t even find a suitable man for your daughter?” Mizu groaned, rubbing her temples in annoyance before she pointed her blade at the guy. “I want to duel you. For her hand, of course. Don’t worry, your loss will be swift and it won’t hurt all that much considering how you have no real talent.”

“You? Some beggar boy against me? Princess, do you have any idea how stupid you are?!” The man yelled, standing up and kicking over the table. Your father glared at you, also yelling at you how unladylike it is so choose white trash over a real man.

Ah, that ticked Mizu off, and you already had a feeling this guy was about to get his ass whooped.

Nothing better than to sit on a rock in your backyard, watching in amusement how your drunk, clearly reeking of alcohol and a snobbish piece of trash of a suitor was holding a sword against Mizu. Mizu stood there, circling the man carefully while her blade was pointed right at him, waiting for him to strike.

One, two, three You counted down, and Mizu strikes just as you hit three. You watched very intently, leaning forward as Mizu absolutely decimated that poor man. “Beat his ass!” You loudly yelled to cheer on Mizu, in which you received a slap on the back of your head by your father, who wasn’t at all happy. Mizu glanced over at you and smirked, determined to win your hand in marriage.

“Got you,” Mizu casually said as she swung her leg out and tripped the man, making him fall face first into the snow while the tip of her blade rests right beside his head. He groaned in pain as his body collided into the snow and grunted, yelling about how Mizu was no man, but a monster from hell.

“You did it! I mean, of course you did!” You loudly shouted as you ran over to her side, pulling her into a big hug while she wrapped one arm around your waist. You looked up at her, finding a small smile on her lips before she kissed your forehead.

“You’re mine now, Princess.”

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a/n: sishwjsibesjhsbs

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Propaganda

Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.

Pola Negri (The Wildcat, Men, A Woman Commands)—Legally obliged to submit her as she's from Poland, but also it is one of the greatest stars of silent film, both in Hollywood and Europe, so she has to be here. The og femme fatale and a fenomenal dramatic actress. And just so hot in this 1920s vamp style. Obviously her career slowed down in America with the introduction of sound movies, because of her accent and low voice. I'd say her voice is so much hotter thanks to that, but I'm just a simple simp. But then she made movies in Germany, and after the war she was even offered Gloria Swanson's role in "Sunset Boulevard'' but she declined. She was probably bisexual as after romances with Charlie Chaplin and Rudolf Valentino in the 20s, since the 1940s she lived with her 'female friend'.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Sophia Loren:

She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65

im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty

OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)

One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.

Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances

Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.

JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL

Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.

Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.

Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳

Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.

Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.

Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.

She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.

On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."

Pola Negri:

A tempestuous green-eyed vamp of the silent screen, she tantalized with both her onscreen and offscreen romances. Rocked a Polish accent - well, once there was sound! A true proficient at promoting herself and using all possible tools to do so - from a dead Rudolf Valentino to a cheetah named Teddy, the latter of which she brought to a press conference.

First European actress to be contracted by Hollywood! She survived poverty and illness to become The Queen of Tragedy, she divorced a count to date stars like Charlie Chaplin and Rudolph Valentino, then spent the rest of her life living with Margaret West in what could have been a romantic relationship.

I don't have much to say about her actual career, personal life, etc. but I just need everyone to see how hauntingly beautiful her face is. I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since the first time I saw her LOL like its pretty clear why she was such a star

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I want to ruin ya'lls day like I further ruined mine by realising this.

In the chrous towards the end, when Till is looking back on Ivan and round 6, Luka doing his manipulation spell and the screens blasting ivan, the lyrics talk about being :

"oh, in a blink, gone

Forget everything and just enjoy

Oh in a blink, gone, dont miss this moment

Im telling you blink gone"

It literally summarises Ivan and his actions for Till.

In round 6, Ivan saw Till stopped singing and in a blink kissed him, got shot and any regrets he may have had were gone in a blink as Till finally saw him- he sacrificed everything, but enjoyed that split second of knowing his love was safe, for now, and he'd been seen.

For Till, in a blink (even if a long one, cause he was his eyes closed for a long while during that scene until Ivan got shot up) Ivan was gone, dead with one little smile before he drops.

And IT HURTS THAT HE LOOKS UP AT LUKA AND SEES IVAN WHEN ITS THOSE LYRICS BEING SUNG TOO

"Im telling you blink, gone

Dont regret these moments

The clock goes tick tock."

Is symbolix to me too because!

Till regrets it, and ironically, while Luka is imitating Ivan to hurt Till, it feels like Ivan IS there saying "dont regret that moment" and to go on win- because thats what he wants. But Till DOES regret it, because Ivan was his best friend- they were still close, even with his crush on Mizi.

But Luka distorts it somewhat too, because he ISN'T Ivan, but knows Ivan is his weakness. He looks coldly at Till, knowing he's wom because he's got his weakness. His regret.

AND IVAN, even if dead and not real in this scene, he looks sad and knowing- resigned even when overlapped by Luka imitating him.

Because Ivan is not cruel to Till, not in moments that matter- or at least not intentionally. Ivan knew more than anyone that this was all doomed. His love for Till was doomed, and so was his sacrifice.

Till is emotion and Till is so achingly bright and passionate. He could never just get over such a thing like Ivan's death and how it happened.

But it feels like Ivan is truly there, looking solemnly at Till, resigned knowing that Till will not win this- because like Till not looking at him or being with him was his sorrow, Till's is that Ivan died and left him- feelings platonic or not.

The moment Till recalled round 6 and Ivan was the moment he was doomed to lose. It was the moment Luka secured his win.

The clock goes tick tock is like the countdown to the inevitable.

Till's death.

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was billy a nirvana guy

Yeah definitely. Theres some nirvana tracks on the WoM playlist I'm making for him, I think he would really vibe with their stuff and I also hc he had a little bit of a crush on Kurt Cobain. That crush is also the reason Stu grew out his hair in junior high.

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Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

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"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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[thegamingcatmom]

I just got back in my twilight phase and discovered your blog, so I was wondering if MC ever got transformed into a vampire in the sisters universe, who would be the one transforming her? I feel like the obvious choice would be tanya, but a part of me thinks that irina trying to kill MC, but accidently turning her would fit the level of unhinged they are. But also if turned into a vampire, how do you think the sisters would react to MC being stronger AND possibly hotter?

In that case:

Welcome to my blog! :3

Right off the bat: Irina cannot be trusted alone with MC at this point in time, that´s true. But it´s not gonna stay like that forever. She´ll come around sooner or later (more later though), so the chances of MC getting turned because Irina actually tried to finish the job are pretty slim. But I can see where you´re coming from and I love that yall´s minds are coming up with possible scenarios for the Unholy Trinity and their, uh...chosen one. 🤭

With that said-

It´s difficult to say who´s gonna turn her, as it depends on everything that leads up to that moment. And it´s gonna be a while yet before we even get to that moment. I don´t plan anything I write beforehand. I simply go with what feels right, so I´ll know who´s gonna turn MC when it gets to that. 😅

However, I´ve been working on a lil something for a bit now (yes, the something that´s supposed to make yall suffer), sort of like an alternate ending to The Sisters. Like, yknow how some games have multiple endings? There´s the good ending, the hidden one, and the bad one.

Well, consider my WIP the bad one. 😅

BUT: It might shine some light into everyone´s motives, especially when it comes to the whole turning thing.

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As for the sisters´ reactions to vampire!MC?

...I mean-

So, not rly any different from now. LMAO.

It´s true though: They might not realize it yet (well, except for Tanya lol) but, to them, MC´s already-

I´m actually gonna take a page out of Edward´s (well, SM´s lol) book here:

MC´s always gonna be their MC, just a lot less fragile. ;3

Like yknow, I don´t think there´s all that much that would change for them. Ofc it´s gonna be nice when they won´t have to worry about accidently crushing MC when hugging her anymore (Kate´s bear hugs can be rather suffocating, it has to be said), but when it comes to attraction? I don´t think they could possibly be any more smitten with MC. Or else they might actually eat her up, lmao.

So, it´s not gonna be an overly sexual first reaction, if that´s what you´re asking. It´s more like they´re completely in awe of what they´re seeing, almost like they´re not quite sure what they´re seeing is even real. Because, at that point, all of them have been through a lot, right? All those months (perhaps even years, I haven´t decided yet) of madness and longing and arguments and more longing and fighting and some more madness and then longing again and-

By the end of The Sisters, it will have been one hell of a ride for everyone involved. So, seeing everything finally come full circle when their chosen one joins them in their shared forever? I don't think words could truly capture their feelings, tbh.

However, something I find quite funny to think about:

I reckon it´s gonna be MC who turns into the horndog this time, lmao. As a newborn, there´s only gonna be two things on her mind when she first opens her eyes to this new world:

blood

sex

That´s gonna be all she cares about. And, somehow, I think she´s gonna try and go for the latter first because duh, look at that gorgeous wom-

Wait, there´s another-

And another-

Jesus, can you imagine?? Poor MC, completely driven by her instincts. Instincts she just doesn´t know how to deal with yet. Her brain´s gonna melt. She´s gonna melt. This is too much, she is but a newborn-

And the sisters? They couldn´t be more delighted at that display. For them, it´s like watching a baby take its first step. I mean, they´re literally ancient. And MC´s so young, she´s a baby. YKNOW WHAT I´M SAYING??

Sugar Momma mode activated.

KSBJFKASKBFASKF

Honestly though, that´s kinda how I envision it. The sisters are beyond mature, and MC just can´t cope with any of it. She´ll need the sisters to guide her, show her how it´s done. She´ll also need them to soothe that inner beast of hers that keeps telling her stuff that totally contradicts with what she´s actually thinking-

And then MC goes about actually jumping their bones, only for them to-

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Tanya: "Ah, ah...first we must get that thirst of yours under control, my love."

Kate: "I hate myself for this but, for once, I gotta agree with the spoilsport. One craving now, the other craving later. But God, you´re so sexy when you´re-"

Irina: "As Tanya said...we wouldn´t want you losing your pretty head halfway through and risk half of Alaska´s population being drained by noon, would we, maličký?"

MC, who hasn´t understood a word after "thirst": 🩸👁️👄👁️🩸

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YKNOW???

But I also kinda HC that, in the world of vampires, with age comes status. All vampires have this inner beast that´s responsible for their more primal behavior and instinctive reactions in certain situations. Such as coming face to face with an elder. And MC´s got three of them.

Lord have mercy on that poor girl. We all wanna be her, let´s face it.

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Thanks a lot for your ask! 💋

[pinkarachnia]

Not even an anime review

I’m just thinking about these lesbians again. Still going to use the tag though.

So I watched the contrapoints video about twilight and it’s got me thinking about Sweet Blue Flowers again. Specifically, I’m fixated on this one scene, where “prince of the school” character Yasuko Sugimoto is at home with her family and her older sister calls her a bisexual and Sugimoto, clearly offended, gets up and leaves to go to her room.

I’ve been stewing on this after having some time to think on the contrapoints video because of its discussion of typical heteronormative gender roles in relationships, and because of what this accusation means for Sugimoto and what her sister is actually accusing her of.

For those who haven’t watched the anime or read the manga, Sugimoto is a character with a complex internal struggle going on. At her all-girls school she’s occupying the role of the handsome girl acting as the kind of male surrogate and she’s fawned over by a lot of her schoolmates who frequently vie for her attention and affection. She embraces this role and will often flirt back, and at one point in the plot pursues a relationship with one of the main characters, Fumi Manjoume. The bisexual scene happens when she introduces Fumi to her family as her girlfriend.

It’s more complicated because throughout this plot, it’s revealed that Sugimoto has long been yearning for a relationship with Masanori Kagami, a male teacher at her school who is engaged to another of her sisters (not the one who calls her bi). Sugimoto does not broadcast this information about herself and largely keeps it hidden. It’s the fact that she keeps this relationship hidden when juxtaposed with how she projects herself in public that I find fascinating and it’s key to why she’s so offended at being called bisexual.

Sugimoto is confronted by the two sides of her that are in conflict; her confident, dominant and masculine Prince persona who maintains a kind of position of power through her popularity and reputation, and the side of her who yearns for someone unattainable for whom she wants to be seen as a woman and a potential lover.

In her dynamic with Kagami, Sugimoto isn’t in the position of power; she doesn’t get to choose her partner like she does when she’s at school, she’s the one who wants to be chosen. And it’s clear that her feelings for Kagami are hurting her - with his wedding looming and no apparent changes to their dynamic, it seems highly unlikely that her feelings are going to be reciprocated, but even when she starts a relationship with Manjoume, those feelings don’t go away.

I think it’s because she holds onto these feelings despite how they’re clearly bad for her that makes this Sugimoto feel like the more authentic one. It makes the face she wears at school feel like an act, like she’s performing a role, and in considering why she would play this character it seems like it can only be for herself. It doesn’t seem like anyone else really benefits from it, unless all her fans getting to have a crush on her counts as a benefit.

I receive:

Catharsis from emulating a position of power

Your love and attention

A girlfriend

You receive:

A crush on me

So when she’s told she’s bisexual it’s a bit more than an “I know what you are” moment. From the sister’s perspective it might just mean “I know you like/d that guy though”, but for Sugimoto it challenges her perception of herself. If she was a lesbian then she would only be her confident self, beloved by all, but the bisexual Sugimoto is hiding and wounded and masking her grief.

I don’t know whether I think this conflict bleeds into Sugimoto’s perception of the masculine and feminine self and I feel like it might be unfair to chalk all this up to internalised misogyny, but it’s a possibility. It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that the version of herself she’s proud of is the one that displays her more masculine traits, gets cast to play men in the school play, and romances women, where the side she rejects wants to be perceived as a woman by an adult man. It’s entirely possible that she hides this because she’s just embarrassed to be the one doing the yearning and not because she’s embarrassed to be acting in the kind of role typically assigned to women in heteronormative romance dynamics, but I think it could be either or both.

I think that’s more or less all my thoughts out of my system. If you took the time to read it then cool, thanks! I don’t think I’m saying anything too groundbreaking or deeply insightful here but I needed to eject this from my brain so I can be normal again.

Next I’ll write a real review I promise.

[yohohonabottle]

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I know when I'm unwanted.

Lifting a gloved hand from his flower bouquet, Pirin carefully sweeps it to tuck a loose strand of snowy hair behind his ear. The motion feels far too jittery and awkward for his own comfort. Stay strong. Don't falter. Tempestuous emotions crackle like high-intesity electricity, brewing just beneath the suraface, ready to tear their way through. 

Anger, throbbing old grief, pulsating fear of loosing anew the one thing he holds most dear–A kind friend and her accepting family–dull but hammering pain at being scorned at every turn, exhaustion– Don't you dare falter now. 

Stay brave, for Rosa. 

Keep smiling. 

(..when will it end... ?)  The pretty, lovely, meek smile stays on his lips as Alsa and the kids come closer and he offers them a happy wave in greetings. An affable 'Hello!' offered their way as the blond pangolin wraps her arms around his husband's hulking and muscular form in a tight hug that....could possibly crush bones. Potentially.

The pretty, lovely, meek smile stays on his lips as Alsa and the kids come closer and he offers them a happy wave in greetings. An affable 'Hello!' offered their way as the blond pangolin wraps her arms around his husband's hulking and muscular form in a tight hug that....could possibly crush bones. Potentially.

The lively kids, six in total, gather together with curious, bright eyes, looking up at him in fascination. However what they chatter one over the other in excited rapid-fire heap is difficult to parse, leaving the poor 'wife' overwheled and struggling to answer. At most, Pirin only manages to pick up on scattered few bits and pieces of some questions and compliments. Or comments. 

'What's you name?', 'You're so pretty!', 'How did ___ Soren?', 'Are you ____ clan?', 'What clan ___ from?', 'Big brother Soren ____ you very much ___!', 'How did ___ -im?', 'You look ____...' 

—"I–Well.. Not..sure?? No....???" Getting a word in very quickly proves to be neigh impossible along with keeping up. It doesn't help that he's generally the type to think over his answers and words carefully, needing a moment to fully mull over each question. The current barrage of endless words only serves to add to his agitation and inner conflict. Oh stars, they're so chatty–And fast, I can't–-- 

((*FwheeEep-click-RRrrin*! Can you come over?)) –A pearl-haired woman calls from a distance, wings folded one over the other in front of her, hidden by large, long, disjointed sleeves. 

Ears twitching, the young child hums with a disappointed pout, eyes still glued onto the forests at the mountain's foot, riding on the wind current and relishing his fur being swayed. 

But the call of the winds and their embrace... 

((Coming, mama!))–The boy thrills back, a hint of a growl or whine, evidently wanting to stay longer. Better to not thin her patience...

Clicking his teeth, he bats his leathery wings and rises up higher into the air, spinning swiftly as he does, then lets himself 'fall' back. Only to barrel roll and flare them out, cutting through the air like an arrow as he whooshes, flying low to the ground.

The mother's clear eyes widen with raised delicate brows in surprise, letting out a short and sharp worried '*Ep!*' ((Careful!)) as she watches her son perform the risky maneuver then another, quieter, when he passes right by. The gale makes her braided hair and dress lift and sway, ruffling them. 

Gleeful laughter meets her, the sound gentle and melodiously clear as windchimes singing. Landing onto his feet and looking back at his mother from over his shoulder with cheeky amusement in his pearlescent eyes, the young son clicks his jaws playfully at her light scowl. 'I saw your smile.' 

–'Is he okay?' 'Alsa..? I think Pirin froze...' 

'Don't worry, Karun, Ayşe. He's just reminiscing.' –

((*FwheeEep*, you should take your human skin, my song. There will be guests at home this evening.)) –The woman coos warmly in soft voice, the large ears atop her head receding away to be replaced by human ones on the sides. Unfolding her arms, she gingerly attaches a pair of copper teardrop earrings with beaded tassels dangling from them. Her child only makes a surly grimace but quietly changes form–

Where once was an albino long tailed-bat, stood a young boy dressed in embroidered black yukata-like sleeveless garment. He opens his mouth to question, but pauses as a chorus of familiar whistling calls echo near. A surprised and irritated growling chirp escapes him as he's tackled by a large brown-furred bat, that quickly turns to a deep snarl, and he kicks out roughly at the idiot holding him down with playful grip. 

—"Get off Vladmire, you dumb oaf!" --The smaller, younger child hisses. It makes the other laugh heartily before gently swatting at him back with a half-reverted wing, rich baritone pitched in feigned disapproval. In the background, their mother looks at them with a look of displeased unamusement, hands on her full hips as she tuts at their mock-scuffle and insults exchanged back and forth. 

—"Come now, brat, is this how you greet your older brother?"  Unfazed by the chiding, the younger sibling glares up at him with a deep frown and then punches at his shoulder angrily, going for the collarbone but gets easily blocked. Little Pirin's retort when he lashes is sharp and biting through gritted teeth, but doesn't bother the other. 

—"Yes, if my brother keeps tackling me–For no reason, out of the sky– for the millionth time this week!" 

Now fully transformed into human-like appearance, Vladimir merely rolls his light-brown eyes with a lopsided smirk. "It's not millionth. It's the fifth this week since I came back home, Vanyo."

('Um..I think we might have triggered a memory.' 'Woow, look at his eyes–They're so dull! Like grey rainclouds!' '..more like silver to me.')

And before Pirin could snap back after sitting up, a smaller ball of dark-brown curly fur lands right onto him with cheerful squeaky voice, yells 'Vanyaaa!', knocking the wind out of him.

A boy with dark-brown eyes and freckles, slightly younger than him, lays sprawled over him horizontally with body curled to give him a tight hug, happily laughing. Little arms wrapped around him, the younger boy seems to never run out of breath as he launches into excited rapid paced chattering right away. 

—"I saw some pretty white birds with Vlado, Maya and Kallina while flying up the summit! They were big with huuuge drooping beaks! (Good thing Kalli was asleep though, she would've wailed so loud.) Maya said they're little blue herons--Young ones! I wanted to-"  

Poor Vaya simply gazes up at the setting heavens with a deadpan of pure tired misery, not even trying to escape from the hug or sit up again. Meanwhile their elder sibling rises to his feet with a chuckle and shake of his head, shooing the chatterbox. 

–('Alsa, Soren? Do you think Pirin has siblings?' 'They're..not around anymore, Taruk...' 'Oh. ..What happened to them, Iraj?' '....')–

—"Iyan–Let your older brother breathe, yea?" There's a serious edge to his lighthearted tone, reaching to peel the boy from his 'dead-inside' older brother, who simply heaves a long-suffering sigh of faux melancholy. Iyan, however, refuses to let go. Those tanned gangly arms prove to be surprisingly strong, stubbornly squeezing like a python. 

((Why did I let mame see me...?)) –Vladimir's snowy-haired younger brother whines in a low, pitifully drawn out miserable whistle, ending in a huff. ((Just end my suffering..)) 

Scoffing at his dramatic, defeatist complaining– The older brother hums back, slightly less humorous this time. ((No need to be dramatic, y'know.)) Then his tone shifts to stern as he looks back at Iyan, grip a little bit more firm, brooking no argument. 

—"Iyan. That's enough."  —"Mmh! Nooo!"

('Will he be okay and wake up?' 'He's fine.')–

((*FwheeEep*! Are you okay?!)) —A gruff and light soprano voice thrills in worry, making the ghostly-skinned frail boy wince. An auburn furred bat lands and skids, a light-ginger smaller one clinging onto her back. The auburn, thickly callous and wavy fur turns to unruly hair– the bat now a young woman about in her early twenties, rushes over to the two with their most youngest sibling still on her back. 

—"Yeah, he's fine Mamaya. Iyan just overwhelmed 'im 's all."–The brown-haired man mutters back, still trying to peel the stubbornly clinging kid off, the carpal-bone choker around his jugular and red paint catching in the afternoon sun. "No need to flutter, Ioan isn't the frail, glass-fragile wee bebe anymore." The strawberry-blond toddler on Maya's back yawns but doesn't stir much.

—"Pirin..? Are you alright?" –A warm and fruity, ringing soprano inquires in concern, the endless rowdy chatter gone away. A small but callous, warm, tanned hand resting on his shoulder. The gril's blazing eyes looking at him with gentle friendliness akin to a mother's or a sister. 

It's enough to snap the newlywed 'wife' out of his trance and back to the present. Blinking, the slim young man notices how hard his gloved hands are clutching at the flowers, like a lifeline. The trail of wetness on his left cheek that has grown cold helps his frayed mind put two and two together. 

Great, as if our union being arranged and the wedding wasn't– 

—"Sorry for this." He wipes the lone tear away and hurries to put on a jovial, if subtly shaky, reassuring smile. –"It's..A lot to take in, being married and the wedding itself. I guess–I guess I got a little emotional for a moment there."  And then Pirin's tone turns lighthearted as he jokes with "I'm not a crier, I swear!" before smoothly segueing into redirecting their attention away from himself, right back onto the current festive occasion. Before the pangolin Mauler teen or any of the children could further dig in. 

"I think I need a quick breather, you all should probably be heading for the feast at Leaping cricket. Your table is 2– closer to the window in the top left corner, not quite smack-dab in the room's center, but close enough. You'll see little signs with each of your names on it.

Ask one of the staff and they'll show you." A little bit of chattiness to show mirth, weave off the glimpse of sorrow. "I'll catch up with you in a bit, ok?"

A word of affirmation as comfort, wait...

Alsa blinks at the change but doesn't question it or the meek explanation her brother's partner gives her and the kids. A bright and warmly welcoming, friendly grin of pure child-like happiness spreads on her sunny round face as she takes his words fully at face-value. 

—"Oh, okay." –She lets her gauntled hand fall away from the man's boney shoulder, smile turning sheepish at waving off his silly jest about crying easily. In truth, the Uru clan's primary chieftain didn't mind it one bit. It's okay to cry, be sad or scared, or angry in her eyes. Better than holding it all in and silently gritting your teeth as you suffer alone.

"No, no, it's fine! We get it, don't worry! We'll see you at the table! Take your time, alright? Catch you later, Pirin!" 

And with that, offering an apologetic and thankful nod, the fragile-looking groom disappears like a phantom. It's like he was a mirage... After a few moments, the blond's caramel face suddenly pales then twists into one of unsure and uneasy confusion, leaf-like ears flattening back slightly, her brown-scaled tail going stiff like an exclamation mark. 

—"He's-!" I can't believe I missed this!

Snapping her head to look up at Soren, she finds her older brother meeting her gaze with a quiet 'Finally figured it out?' unimpressed deadpan on his rectangular face, furry arms crossed over his chest. Not bothered in the least. The corners of his lips are ever so subtly upturned in amusement. 

—"Yep." The kids look up at the two of them with expressions of pure bafflement and curiosity, not understanding what's going on. Their eyes dart back and forth between Soren and Alsa, ears perked to full attention.

—"You knew?! Why didn't you tell me???" 

—"It's not hard to guess. Not like his smell is subtle." —"Okay but–Why didn't I catch it, then?"

—"Too busy watching us and being overexcited, for example?" 

Poor Alsa is left stumped for a nice minute, blinking dumbly and glancing back where Pirin once stood, then back at her sibling. The little smile playing on the half-bear teen's mouth turns to a smirk as he watches her, leaning back on his wooden club. For the very first time, his dear sister–The biggest yapper in their family, always buzzing about something and never running out of breath or energy– is utterly at a loss. 

—"..And you're...not worried? At all, Soren?" He snorts. Honestly, you're worrying too much. There's not much that the blood-sucker can do–-The second he tries, it'd be over. 

—"Why should I be, exactly?" It's nostalgic, really. It's like they're little again and pops is recalling the legend as a ghost story at the campfire before bedtime. It appears Alsa still hasn't shaken off her fear from back then.  And neither has he changed his own answer. If it comes down to it, he'd snap that thing's frail little twig of a neck or crack its pretty skull open like a wanderfruit or coconut. 

His dark brown eyes glance back at where the vampire stood moments ago, the scent trail and perfume-like cologne still fresh on the air. The warrior's smile falls away, his attention turning back to his clan as one of the kiddos speaks up; A little anthropomorphic black panther girl– Emre. The child Alsa had recently found wandering the Boneyard and welcomed into their little group of adopted orphans. 

Lost, abandoned, unwanted children. 

Young ones that have nowhere to go. 

Just like he and his sister before getting taken in by pops. 

—"Um..Alsa? Soren? What are you talking about? Is there something wrong with Pirin? Is he....Is he a bad man..?"

Alsa, ever the naive optimist that always assumes the best for every new face she meets, is quick to jump-in. To reassure. Even if she has no idea if the other's intentions that she's vouching for to be the best truly are as pure they as in her eyes. Soren firmly keeps his tongue behind his teeth, jaw clenched. 

—"Oh no! No, he's not!" How do you know? Before the fiery-eyed pangolin could go on and back herself into a corner or give false hopes, the dark-brown haired vigilant fighter cuts in to bring the talk to an end. What he gives Emre and the other youngsters of their humble clan, is a truth and sure promise. 

—"There's an old legend Pops used to tell us long ago about some nameless 'bats'. I'll tell you later when we get back home." 

—"Soren! That's too scary! They won't be able to sleep!" –The clan chieftain whines indignantly with a pout, short eyebrows creased together and cheeks puffed, hands on her hips. Her brother merely shrugs nonchalantly with a light smirk, waving off her complaint dismissively. 

—"It's just a silly ghost story, Alsa. It's not as bad as you're making it out to be." Despite the 'phantom' from it being real. "You're being a scaredy-cat."  —"No I'm not! Just because you don't find something scary, doesn't mean it isn't!" The younger Mauler swats at him with a hand and he calmly blocks the 'attack', muttering back in semi-teasing tone of his light baritone voice that could be almost mistaken as a sing-song chirp. 

—"I can say the same. Just 'cause you're spooked by something, doesn't mean it actually is." And so, the eldest tribe member carries on to steer the conversation elsewhere. This little refuting back and forth banter can go for eternity-–Every time he brings up a point, his adoptive sister would quip with an emotion-driven argument to counter it and he would retort back rationally in turn. The same song and dance the heart and mind have time and time again. 

No point in dragging it out. 

"..You should go to the inn, I'll go fetch 'my wife'." 

—"Wait, you're not coming?" –A puzzled look of surprise flashes over Alsa's petite visage as he steers her and the kids gently but firmly, herding them towards one of the lodges down the beaten dusty path. "Where are you going?" The hanging sign with a jumping green cricket playing a violin comes closer into view, the merry laughter from the inn ringing clearly. 

—"Home to have a chat with him. It won't be very sunny so we won't ruin your fun by talking here. Don't worry, we'll be fine." 

—"Soren--?" A light nudge, encouraging them to step through the door and join the celebration without looking back, accompanied by a playful jest directed to her. Lighthearted and sassy, affectionate reassurance. A quick squeeze to her shoulders.

"Besides, this is your first time in Alkali. I'm sure you'd be itching to check out town without my constant sulking and nagging." Alsa still doesn't seem convinced, eying him with slight apprehension but doesn't argue as the eight of them step into the main room where the banquet is. The loudness of the music, merry laughter and chatter, and clatter of utensils is enough to drown out their voices. 

—"You won't be alone anyway. Everything's fine." This is starting to feel like a deliberate move, but the pangolin-girl only makes a small unsure 'mmhm..' in response, ears slightly falling back against her hardy, messy sunny-blond short hair. The kids have already turned their attention to the jolly and cozy atmosphere, looking around inquisitively before spotting a familiar face and darting over, weaving through the crowd on the small dancefloor between the columns of long-tables. 

Antandra quietly stood guard over in her corner, watching her daughter animatedly converse with the Lightbearer man. Her white-spotted black ears twitch at the light cheerful ruckus and she lifts her golden gaze to see the Uru clan kids chattering and playing with Koko. For a brief second, the shield-wielding wavy-haired woman and the young warrior's eyes meet, thick brows knitting together in mildly concerned furrow at the youth's silent request. 

Keep my siblings safe. 

Mutedly, she gives him a nod.  Looking back over her shoulder for a second, Alsa's lips thin. 

Soren is gone. 

Heaving a sigh, the chieftain turns her blazing eyes to look on ahead and strides over to Antandra, Satrana and Koko's table. Dejected and exasperated, small hands ball into fists. 

So. 

Satrana and her mother were right.  Soren wasn't happy with his wedding, wasn't happy–-Isn't happy-–with his bride, now wife. The only reason he agreed to attend this ceremony to begin with and said 'yes' to the pastor's question, is because of them, his clan and adoptive family. 

Not for himself, because he's found love. 

But for her and the kids–-To not dash their hopes and joy, to not let them down and disappoint. Yet again their stoic protector has put them above his own wants and needs as first and foremost, gritting his teeth and simply getting it done. 

Like he has always done.

I really can't understand you sometimes. 

     I know you do it for my and the kids' sake. 

                                      But I still just don't get it. 

When will you think about yourself, for once?

[forabeatofadrum]

Re: WIP game, I will always want to hear about Glee+CO crossover. What songs are they singing? Does Simon get to impress Baz with his surprisingly good voice? Is there a mashup? Are there outfits?!?!

Christina I saw this message a few days ago, got overwhelmed, forgot about it... BUT I AM BACK.

Lil reminder, since it's been a while: due to a magickal misshap, Simon and Baz end up in Dalton Academy during season 2 of Glee. But Glee is also an actual TV show in the WOM and Baz is secretly a huge Klainer 12, so they're very confused as to how they got here. So they need to lay low, try to find a way back home, and they shouldn't slip up by admitting that Glee is a fictional world because it would throw the Glee world into chaos! Meanwhile, Kurt and Blaine need to deal with these two weirdos showing up and they seem to be the only ones who realise something is wrong, since they are the only ones who can see the door that leads to Simon and Baz's Watford room, which has mysteriously transported to Dalton. THAT while Kurt is also navigating his crush on Blaine and Blaine is.... forming a (misguided) crush..... on BAZ.

And YES Simon will sing and YES Baz will swoon over it and lose his goddamn mind. I actually don't really have any songs in mind for them. Also, it takes place in the Dalton era of Klaine, so it'd be fucking amazing to have Simon as some sort of honorary Warbler. Christina, imagine Simon and Baz is Dalton blazers. (Unfortunately, the Warblers don't really do silly outfits, like the New Directions, so maybe there will be no more silly outfits.)

I haven't given a lot of thoughts about the songs yet but I do want them to live the Glee life. They're in the Glee universe. They WILL get spontanous ideas to break out into song, although if I remember correctly, Baz isn't the best singer. BUT NEITHER WAS MIKE CHANG.

God, there should be mash-ups.

... And that's what you missed on Glee.

[windy-trickster]

Ooo, Yeah the crush!! :D

Did Amdala end up telling you anything else about it, Cervin? :O???

"She did." "Her n a me is Lustr a. She's this J a de blood wom a n who I don't entirely like a t the moment. But I suppose I h a ve no pl a ce to t a lk when it's A md a l a's pusher in pl a y a nd not mine." "A md a l a is horns over heels for this girl and I c a n't underst a nd why she is."

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

(iv)

Harddeeerr~~~

Wh-What!?

Oooooh, hit me HARDER daddy~~~!

You...You FREAK!!

*BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM*

!!!!???

*Immediately after his previous onslaught of attacks, Mikihiko, freaked out by how unphased and...weirdly pleased Kuripa is by it, launches ANOTHER even more INTENSE barrage of attacks at rapid speed at Kuripa, sending his blood splattering EVERYWHERE, ripping apart his clothes and severely damaging the entire room they stand in! And yet...!

Is that it!? COME ON YOU LIMP-DICKED TWINK, I GOT MORE IN ME!

*BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM* *BAM* *WHACK* *THUMP* *POW* *THUD* *SLAP* *BOP* *BONK* *BANG* *PING* *NUU-WOM*

WHYYYYYY!!?

WOOOON'T!?

YOOOOUUU!?

DDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!??

AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! BLERHEHGOEOUFISMNEIXGHCSKGDGHHH!!!

*Kuripa only cackles in the wake of being pounded into a blood and fleshy paste, making weird noises as his face is thrown around like pizza dough, undermining any of Mikihiko's efforts and leaving him desperate, screaming and AFRAID!

Haah...! Haaah...!

*Mikihiko, having to thrust out his own arms, gets utterly exhausted as his attacks fail over and over again. And yet even when flattened against the wall, Kuripa just stands up again.

Alright...Now...it's MY turn...

*CREAK!* *CRAAACCK!!*

!!!!????

Oops...I brokeded it...

*With barely any effort, Kuripa reaches a broken hand out, wraps his fingers around Petty Jr's body...and crushes it in his bare hands, dissecting the beast.

Aah...a-ah...agh...!

You get it now, right? You NEVER stood a chance...!

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!* *POOOOW!*

!!!!!!?????

*What happened next can only be described as Kuripa volleyballing Mikihiko around the room! He punches and kicks him so hard and fast that he bounces off the walls and repeatedly flies back to get a knuckle to the face. His bones crack, his body bleeds and he is snapped around every painful way imaginable until he lands flat on his back on the floor.

Your hubris has failed you Mikihiko Koyasunaga...!

No! NO NO! WAIT! WAAAAIT!

*SLAAM!* *CRUUUNCH!*

EEGGH! GEEGH! *CHOKE!*

*CRUNCH...!* *CRUNCH...!* *CRUNCH...!*

*With his foot raised, Kuripa looms over Mikihiko and stomps so forcefully on his head that his already battered face is reduced to a nearly mushy mess, barely holding together. The still-alive Zetsubou mastermind is then repeatedly stomped by Kuripa, who wears a cold expression all the while.

...!

Heeegh...eeegh...!

*Kuripa reaches down and grabs Mikihiko's flattened head, lifting it up with one hand and prying open his eyelids so that the puppeteer is forced to look at him in his twisted and enraged eyes.

If you think this is going to stop at me giving you the most painful death that you couldn't even imagine, then you're as idiotic as I thought you were...

I don't care how long it takes me...! When I'm done with you, I'm going to track down everything that you created and everything you value...and destroy it...! I will wipe every trace of your existence from this REALITY if I have to! ANYTHING to remove your cum stain of a name from an otherwise decent world!

ACK!!?

*SMAAAASH!*

*Not being even remotely gentle, Kuripa slams Mikihiko's skull as he switches his hand. He strides to the window that was shattered during the fight, and then slams Mikihiko's body into it to break it open. Hovering him above the drop, he shows his vanquished opponent the factory's array of machinery and sentries.

ALIVE!: Part 2.

[WARNING: This chapter contains obscenely graphic depictions of violence, even more than compared to other chapters. Viewer discretion is advised.]

Huuugh! Ggh!

*With no choice but to back off after seeing his robot friend get totalled and his accompanying soldiers murdered, Mikihiko retreats into nearby parts of the factory to recover.

Aagh...Dammit...

*Having already had his face pounded in a bit, he stares at his shaking, bleeding palms.

That BASTARD! Who the hell does he think he is!?

Your worst nightmare~ Boo!

AGH!

*WHAAMMM!*

UAGGHH!?

*Kuripa descends down from above, hanging upside-down from a ladder. He surprises Mikihiko, then yet again punches him in the face.

I told you already...! You're not gonna escape me. Beats and Hoes can break my bones, but I'll break twice as many...!

GRAAGH!

*KA-POW!*

GAGH!

*Kuripa yet again parries a hefty attack from Petty Jr. launching it back towards its puppetmaster.

GRRGH! Never relent!

...!

Tch!

*CRAAASH!*

*Kuripa is attacked by Petty Jr. yet again, as it launches itself using Mikihiko as leverage. Kuripa easily sidesteps the next punch that it throws as its fist swells up. To Mikihiko's horror and rage, he then grabs the monster by the arm and, with a powerful pull, punches the puppet so hard that its neck breaks and it launches into the wall.

PETTY JR!?

Are you ever gonna get it through your sick little head that your big teddy bear is nothing to me...!?

*As Petty Jr. stands up again, and as Mikihiko straights it's neck out manually, the blonde puppeteer turns and scowls at the green haired beast.

Oh no...I'm afraid you misunderstand me...I was prepared just in case by ambush plan went south thanks to a fucker like you, and I only backed off so that we would be on more equal footing.

Tell me...You didn't think Petty and Petty Jr. were the ONLY puppets I had, right?

Huh?

*CLICK!*

*As Kuripa steps forward, a loud clicking noise signifies the arrival of three regular-sized dolls that pop up from a hidden compartment in the wall to his left.

What the-!?

FIRE!

*PTCHOOO!*

GRRRGH!

*Kuripa snaps his body back and limbos low enough to avoid being blasted from a set of laser beams that fire from these dolls mouths! Once they stop to recharge, he snaps back up again and slices them all into two with his sword!

Kehahaha...! Perfect...!

HRRAAGH!

*SMAAASSH!*

*When Kuripa, and Mikihiko, with Petty Jr. fly at one another, their combined punches destroy everything in their path. Mikihiko continues to strike Kuripa's face with a series of ineffective punches that Kuripa casually stops with his broken hand.

Are you Zetsubou dickheads just incapable of listening!? This toy is NOTHING to me!

Oh I can hear perfectly fine...! But there's more to my dear than meets the eye!

*POOOW!*

GRGH!? AGCK!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!

*WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!* *WHAM!*

[fallen-in-love-suggestion]

Fhwjwb,,, you

[miscellaneous-item]

God i here so many guys talking about how their girlfriends talk to much and how they just go on and on and im just like.. what? When girls talk and their eyes light up with happiness or passion or harden cause their venting to you, trusting you to accept them, my heart just- and maybe you dont exactly care about what shes talking about, but you get an excuse to just look at her and listen to her voice, and take in all her details and fuck i love girls

[idk-books]

To the woman who works in the book shop

I really fancy you. That’s a crude opening but I thought I’d get straight to the point. I know it’s ridiculous; I know nothing about you other than that you like whales and you’re hot oh, and very good at your job.

I’ve starting ‘popping in’ all the time on the off chance that I’ll see you but always with the slight fear that I will see you and you’ll realise my intentions. I’m desperate for you to notice me but terrified you will. Does that make sense?

I spend far too much time imagining scenarios where I strike up a witty conversation which ends in me asking for your number and/or to go for coffee. Obviously these things will never happen but it doesn’t stop me from dreaming.

You probably don’t remember the few times we’ve had brief conversations when I’ve actually bought something. I really hope you don’t remember how I linger around the tills waiting until I know you’ll definitely be the one to serve me. I remember all of them and always wish I was braver, more confident, or a man who could ask someone out without the fear of being the ‘predatory lesbian’.

I don’t know what it is, there’s something about you that makes me want to know you more.

[candypieee]

I want to exist in her world