#and I still draw her when im bored

[potatowithinternet]

"oh, what was your first oc?" "lol everyone's first oc is always sooo embarrassing." "Everyone always has the same--"

MINE WAS A CHILD.

An autistic, nonverbal child that created God.

Do with that what you will.

[starry-bi-sky]

yall ever think Shen Yuan went through like, internet withdrawal after being transmigrated into Shen Qingqiu? Like, he's canonically a NEET shut-in who did nothing but spend his time online, you can't tell me that for the first week or first few weeks of being SQQ he wasn't twitchy.

Like, reaching instinctively to his pockets for a phone that wasn't there, having an obsessive itch in the back of his mind that he should check and see if X or Y novel or webcomic has updated -- only to realize he can't anymore and being irritated by it. Wanting to go and see if there's new posts about this or that, but again realizing that he can't.

When he's bored or uncomfortable or just feels like wanting to escape he tries to go for his phone to distract himself, but oops! Not there anymore, and now he has to find a new and different way to distract himself from his feelings. And going through system notifications, quests, etc only does so much.

And there's that Tetris Effect too. SQQ makes a mistake while writing and instinctively goes to backspace on it except hey-ho that's not a keyboard and now he just dipped his pinkie into a bottle of ink or on a still-drying letter.

With him scrambling to fix his reputation and learn how to be a peak lord, I think his abrupt cold-turkey from all things internet would just be another straw on the camel's back that he promptly Ignores until it goes away on its own after he acclimates to his new surroundings.

[emborami]

Hi so in case anyone was dying to know, this is what i think some of the cast of the terror would look like as animals :3 notes under cut

From left to right:

Crozier- Irish Terrier

Silna- Polar Bear

Goodsir- ryeland sheep (known for tasty mutton ;3)

Hickey- red fox

Franklin- old english game rooster

Fitzjames- red deer

I had fun coming up with them :) and I kinda wanna doodle some screencaps but with like a lil short sheep goodsir and his bestie the giant polar bear lady silence whom he thinks would love England. Or like hickey on his bullshit but with more flair bc he would have a fox body and tail to really fuck up that line of action

Anyways heres some closeups and sketches

[mylove-thresher]

hey I remember you

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Is this canon? Technically no.

Is it even In character? Absolutely not!

Do I care? Not really!

Locus is my blorbo and i can put him in annoying situations, like having a small squad of annoying but just-good-enough-to-not-kill-them Feds, if i want to

[wackywatchdotcom]

realizing just how LONG its been since ive posted a ragatha comic. i need to do that again its been too long despite the fact that i think most of my best work wrt tadc has been my ragatha stuff...

hey wait wtf i posted this and tumblr deleted like the last 12 tags. what the hell . that sucks. maybe i hit tag limit and it just didnt tell me or stop me from adding more tags...

[indigo6f00ff]

compilation of me bothering my gf while i am drawing

[sexybread-png]

hello everyone twt suspended me for a week (theres still 3-4 days left) so i have been a little bit bored but i figured i should post here anyways siiigghh

details under the cut

ok so the want of making an elphaba fashion exploration has been there since ive watched the movie but the urge really came to me after i explained to my friends how NOT masculine elphaba's outfit was in one of my drawings (i doodled the full outfit in the top right corner)

it really irked me when multiple comments were made abt how i was part of the ppl masculinizing cynthia's elphaba when i really put thought and effort into elphaba's fashion (as well as glinda's) in every drawing i make of her. like the cut of her sweater and the frills on her pants are very feminine-- pants are not inherently masculine (and neither are muscles but thats another conversation). i did want to explore her fashion with only pants to show how feminine pants outfits could be but i had admittedly not drawn her in as many skirts/dresses as glinda so i decided i should.

HOWEVER i do want to add. galinda's fashion is like. hyper fucking feminine. next to her, anyone would look less feminine... i mean she wears sm pink and bows and frills and shit... i find it a bit of a disservice to many artists for ppl to complain about elphaba's feminity compared to galinda's when they just dont wear the same kind of clothes.

okay a bit of a commentary not about my drawings at all but : theres also the comments on how ppl would never make galinda wear masc clothing when. thats simply not true a lot of ppl call her an egg even AND the movie versions of them are not the first. i suspect many ppl would use the same or similar hcs they had for other versions of gelphie and transfer them over. WHICH to be clear there is a problem of masculinizing black women in fandom and as an artist it is my responsibility to portray her with utmost respect. im not saying racial biases dont have a play in ppl's headcanons, but i do think excluding the history of the fandom of wicked from these hcs makes it... less true? less of a full truth maybe? do you know what i mean... as is the story of wicked, i think the issue is nuanced. also this might be only a twitter issue as people on twt do make things black and white often.

anyways! back to the fashion, im no expert either i just thought itd be nice to try my hand at it!!

oh and the other drawing well . shes just too effin cute man idk what else to tell u

[barcapix]

With the current scandal with Magui and Lando can you write where Magui is just a fake for him online, but he’s actually dating reader ?! Like he lets Magui thrive off attention just so he can keep dating reader and protect her from backlash plzzzz and ending where he hard launches their relationship I am sorry if it’s bad English

✮ Published to Private Eyes - Lando Norris

lando norris x fem!reader

sy: after some consideration, some encouragement, lando finally decides to make your relationship public; what better day to do it on new year’s eve.

a/n: this drama is mentally DRAINING (i also had to cram write this in an hour so if it’s not the best im sorry) and lastly happy new years to you all💞

warnings: not exactly time accurate! and there’s a huge time jump because i didn’t wanna drag it on and bore u guys. otherwise, no warnings.

masterlist

the air was fresh, albeit a little oppressive, in dubai for yours and your boyfriends short new years getaway.

you stumble into hilton hotel, bags on every shoulder and wrist, dropping them eagerly to the rooms floor.

lando, the perfect boyfriend he was, took up the offer to carry your bags up to the room but by the grimace on his face, he seemed to regret it.

“thank god,” he flopped onto the bed. “at last.”

you do the same, kicking up your feet onto the bed and laying down next to him. you draw delicate lines onto his back and weave your fingers through his hair.

lando hums in pleasure, slightly muffled by the pillows. he then rolled onto his side to face you, his smile boyish as ever.

“you know, i think my arms have permanently given up,” he teased, stretching exaggeratedly.

you laughed, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “serves you right from insisting in carrying all the bags. i told you i could help.”

“yeah, well,” he smacked his lips together, “what kind of boyfriend would i be then, hm?”

“clearly not any stronger. maybe you just don’t have such strong muscles as you say.” you chuckle, tracing innocent circles over his biceps.

“shut up.” he stifled a laugh.

you propped up on your elbow, leaning closer as you ghosted over his lips. lando pulled you closer from your lower back, your lips touching briefly before your phone pinged.

you turned your head away, although you didn’t move. you search aimlessly on the bed for your phone, finally grasping onto it.

“oh come on..” lando groaned, planting sloppy kisses on the side of your face. “you can check those later love, just kiss me.”

you ignored him, the notification shining brightly across your screen.

your heart sank slightly as you read it, the reality of your relationship’s secrecy creeping back in. it was such a stark contrast to moments like these, where everything felt perfect, simple, and yours.

:‘magui_corceiro added to her story.’

the story was a balcony picture of her in dubai, adding fuel to the pr stunt her and lando agreed to.

lando craned his neck up, as you shown him her recent story. he sighed, letting his head fall back onto the bed. “i don’t even know why i agreed to it in the first place.”

you did, though. after his last breakup with luisa, speculation stated that the hatred tore them two apart, and lando didn’t want the same with you.

it was a couple months into dating when he’d explained it to you, after the media and press were pressuring further into his private life. it was all about keeping you away from the spotlight—the drama, the journalists and tabloid rumours.

thankfully, he offered the faux girlfriend part to magui, a woman who you nor lando particularly adored.

she wanted fame, he wanted coverage.

but still, it didn’t make it any easier, knowing that the world theorised lando was with somebody else.

“she really can’t help herself huh? not even an hour within landing here.” you murmured, lying back beside him.

“she lives for the attention,” he said, voice tinted with frustration. “but god, i hate that it means people don’t know the truth.”

he turned his head to look at you, his eyes tracing your features in the dim hotel light. your eyes reflected the churning of your stomach, and he knew how much you were affected by it.

“i hate that it hurts you,” he admitted softly, almost too quietly. “i see it, even when you don’t say anything. and it kills me.”

he curled his fingers around yours absentmindedly. “i hate that i can’t post you. brag about you.”

“it’s for the right reasons though lan,” you sighed dismally. “it’s saves both you and me trouble.”

“i know. i just wish i could show you off like the others do, no? it kinda gets me jealous.”

you smiled softly, even as a pang of melancholy hit your chest. “besides that, you do enough bragging in private. that’s all that matters to me.”

lando turned to face you again, his expression softening. “your giving me more reasons to scrap this whole privacy thing y’know. your way to good to me, seriously.”

“well, someone has to be.” you gave him a nudge and he chuckled; rolling over to pin you beneath him. his breath was sickly warm against your skin, but it was somewhat soothingly comfortable.

“now you can make it up to me from earlier,” he rasped, taking his thumb across your cheek. you hummed, pretending to consider it.

“i guess you deserve a little something.”

…

new year’s eve night arrives, and you and lando scramble up countless flights of stairs to reach the rooftop.

the pair of you and a few friends decided to host a monumental countdown celebration for tonight, something that’s become an annual thing—only for the five of you.

“jesus christ, how many stairs are there?!” lando stops halfway and pants. he clutched onto his side and leant against the railing.

you, also breathless, pause for a moment. “it’s a good thing your not a footballer—could you imagine?”

“uh-oh, norris down and collapsed at minute 4’.” you mimic and swallow down an eruption of giggles. lando rolled his eyes, slowly climbing the remaining stairs.

“your nasty. maybe you don’t deserve my new years special kiss tonight.” he says childishly.

“special? oh baby, who said i wanted one?”

lando crossed his arms, putting on a somewhat frightful pout. “fine! i hope you know ill hold you to that.”

“i do know, now come on! we’ll miss ed’s pre celebration!” you encourage, as that gets you both sprinting to the top.

you reach the end of the seemingly infinite staircases, pushing the door to reveal a hoard of people gathering at the rooftop.

the night was sombre, the sky painted jet black and matte. there were barely any sightings of stars, just the glow from a nearby firewood lightening up the space.

“didn’t you say it was just gonna be.. the five of us?” you whisper up to him. you scan around again at the swarms of people huddled in groups, and it was definitely more than just five.

“yeah i thought it was,” lando muttered back, guiding you through the crowd. “im guessing ed got drunk and mistakenly invited the whole building.”

he leads you to a clearing in the corner, with tom, ed and alissa all perched round a small table with drinks in their hold.

lando exclaims a deafening, “hey guys!” whilst trying to outplay the thunderous music from the speaker.

“oh hey you!” alisa greets and pulls you into a tight embrace. “gosh ive missed you so much! i have so much to tell you.”

she didn’t even give you time to part your lips, leading you away to chat in a more private space.

tom and ed shake their heads, unbelieving that they didn’t even get to approach hello’s to you.

“you alright man?” one of them asked as lando succinctly nodded back.

lando took a seat on the edge of a lounge chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his phone resting in his hands. ed and tom flanked him, their interest piqued by whatever he was contemplating.

“i think im gonna do it,” lando said at last, sighing as though it was a ton of weight off his shoulders.

ed leaned in, keeping his voice low. “do what?”

lando glanced over at your direction, watching you laugh and something alisa was showing you on her phone. a genuine smile tugged at his lips before he turned back to them. “post her.”

“wait seriously? like what online? after all that happened before..” tom blinked, caught off guard.

“yeah,” lando replied firmly. “im sick of this whole thing with magui.. taking the position of my girlfriend when y/n, she’s, just sitting in the background. it’s not right.”

the two men exchanged nervous glances, then turning back to him. “you know what’s gonna happen though.” tom snorted.

ed chimed in, “people are gonna lose it. half of them will praise her, and the other half…”

“will probably lose their minds.” tom finished. “are you sure your ready to go through it all again?”

lando nodded, tapping his fingers on the back on his phone. “im positive. i have to stop letting the media meddle with my life y’know? i care about her, and i want people to know that.”

ed smirked, resting his hands on the back of his head. “alright then boss. show them your committed.”

“hard launch it, post it, and throw your phone into the ocean.” tom bounced back which made all three of them laugh.

“your not helping mate,” lando shook his head.

“just saying,” tom countered, “if your gonna do it, do it p-”

“what are you lot scheming about now?” alissa perched over, catching the tail of the conversation—her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

tom and ed quickly straightened up their posture, choking down a ridiculous amount of alcohol and looking anywhere but her.

lando scrambled with his phone, standing up quick enough for his spine to crack. “nothing.”

“uh-huh, sure. i think you three made that real obvious.” she laughed playfully, motioning to their shift in demeanour.

“well, get your asses moving guys! the countdowns starting soon.” she took tom by his jacket as ed followed.

you also got up, but lando stayed in his spot. “you coming lan?”

he hesitated, rubbing his sweaty palms on his trousers .“we’ll catch up with them. can we talk?”

you turned back to the others, as they were already making their way over to the opposite side of the rooftop.

lando led you closer to the railing, the city below stretching out like something out of a postcard. the buildings were displaying soft shimmers of colour, the air thermal and fervent.

he stood behind you, his tepid breath tickling your exposed neck. his arms were held protectively around your waist, as you both looked out to dubai’s skyline.

“what’s up?” you asked, noticing the way he was unusually quiet. a shaky breath escaped his lips, as he exhaled deeply.

“do you remember what we were talking about a few days ago? when i said that i hated not being able to post you and stuff..”

you nodded, trying to follow his thought process.

he looked at you, his face soft yet serious. “i wanted to do that next year. so in,” he took a brief glance at his watch. “three minutes.”

“but what about the media, what will they say?”an immense part of you wanted the same thing, but the fear of the unknown still lingered.

“i don’t care, fuck them,” he discarded your words. “i’m over it. all of it. the pretending, the stupid fake stuff with magui. i don’t care what people say anymore. i just want them to know it’s you.”

“are you sure? it’s a big commitment lando,” you whispered, barely audible. he hooked his finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“im sure. for once, im actually thinking straight.”

the brunette pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling swiftly through his photos, stopping at one from earlier this evening—him kissing your cheek, smiles blazing with the city glowing behind you.

he showed it to you, grinning impossibly wide. “is this okay? it’s one of my favourites.”

you bit your lip, your heart thudding. “yeah. it’s perfect.”

that’s all he needed to hear. with no hesitation, the photo gleamed onto his instagram story—captioning it simply:

‘2025: us❤️’

you let out a disbelieving laugh, as he tossed his phone onto a chair behind. “magui isn’t gonna be happy about that.”

“im sure she can find somebody else,” he laughed with you, hungrily kissing your neck. “it’s me and you remember?”

the countdown began in the distance, your friends’ voices joining the chorus.

“ten… nine…”

he spun you around, his eyes searching every highlight of yours.

“eight… seven…”

lando brushed a few stray hairs from your face, with his hands exploring every part of your skin.

“six… five…”

“your absolutely mental,” you shook your head, but you couldn’t wipe the smile of your face if you tried.

“four… three…”

“but im yours.” he replied, cupping your face.

“two… one!”

the sky illuminated with a ray of insquite colours, displaying the joy and happiness that your chest was full of. cheers erupted all around you, but you couldn’t focus on anything else but him.

lando seized the minor gap between you, crashing his lips onto yours with such urgency that stole your breath. your arms snaked around the nape of his neck, kissing him back with the same intensity.

his lips parted yours to graze your bottom lip, the kiss raw and full of certainty that he wanted to seal with you as a start of a new beginning.

your phone blew up instantly, but the fireworks drowned out the sound. lando pulled back only the slightest, his body still tangled with your own.

“this year,” he said husky, his voice just for you, “it’s all about us.”

from behind, alisa’s voice rang out. “lando! oh my god, did you actually—”

ed let out a sharp whoop, tom joining into the chorus of clapping. “he actually did it! maybe he’s not such a pussy after all.”

lando grinned, still only keeping his focus on you. one last time, he pulled you back into his arms as the fireworks continued to burst above. “a promise is a promise, my love.”

[l0vedrvgg]

some of my success stories cuz giving more advice is boring

before knowing about the law:

1-shifting when i was 5 using imagination

2-manifesting a dimple on my right cheek when i was 7 by affirming and imagining

after knowing about the law using imagination and affirming:

1-erased two memories by imagining my memories in a computer and i replayed that memory and deleted it ( i can remember that i deleted it but i dont remember what happened)

2- (A TEST) was reading a neville book and the part was about how he told the audience to imagine climbing a ladder and that they will really climb it and so i did climb a ladder in the next week when i completely forgot what i even imagined

3-wanted an electric milk frother but couldnt find any in my country so i imagined it and my mom bought it for me after 2 days

4-never gaining weight no matter how much i eat by affirming that food doesnt affect my body and that i only gain or lose weight when i want to

5-i hated when someone had my password so i robotically affirmed that my mom always forgets my password until i fell asleep and now 3 years later she still forgets it that she gave up

6-was sick for 2 years and each doctor told me smth different so whenever i felt the symptoms i affirmed “im healthy physically and mentally” until they went away and i only did that for two times and thankfully they never came back

7-wavycaqe made a story asking her followers to send their photos cuz shes gonna draw them so i sent mine and imagined that she drew me and forgot about it AND SHE DID OMG (she posted a video of the drawing)

using subliminals:

fuller lips, upturned eyes, long hair, long legs, bigger nail beds, compliments.

i also moved cities when i visited a city last year and i rlly liked it and i decided im gonna live here and randomly this year we moved there( we werent even planning to)

these are what i can remember rn im just manifesting that my manifestations are always instant(they are most of the time but yk)

[rist-ix]

Redesigning Aisha's transformation because oh my god

PLEASE rainbow just let her wear green. Thoughts n comparison under cut

My thoughts on rainbow's compulsion to Make Aisha Blue is well known, so I’m not gonna repeat that rant here. But OH MY GOD, if you really HAVE to drill home that her powers are water-based, please at least commit to it. Don’t just paint her cyan and call it a day.

I think what bothers me the most about the outfit is that it feels really incoherent. We've got knee high boots, white socks that go just a couple inches higher than the boots, and then we get some kind of leotard??? With a half open skirt layer that ends well above her shorts, and doesn’t really do anything except flare out her silhouette a little I guess.

It's not a flowy, watery dress, it’s not a sporty look to kick ass in, the only thing really going on here is a couple thicker rim lines to divide the undefined blob of color that is her outfit. The boots look sturdy and kind of mundane, the socks are Just There, the leotard is very busy and undefined, like a 10-year-old's ballet costume.

I'm not really a character designer, but I hang around enough of them that I can kinda tell the patterns are not fulfilling much of a function, nor guiding the eye in a particularly clever way. Her hair feels kind of like an afterthought, just trailing behind her without much fanfare, which I find sad, given Aisha's original iconic wavy locks.

The wings, I’m ignoring. I can only take so much.

To throw in a positive note into my ranting: something the design does do well is center a lot of focus on the torso and head. Since the boots are uniform in color and very smooth, the high density of detail in the leotard and face draws more attention upwards, where all the gesturing and facial expressions are happening. Plus, while the outfit itself is a blob of samy colors, the brightness does make it contrast well with Aisha's skin, so at least the outlines of the outfit are clear and readable. They also make it melt into the background a bit, but that might just be a poor composition choice so im not blaming the character design.

No that ive gotten that out of my system: I'm not gonna pretend I am being any smarter with my redesign. A big weak point is doublessly that the eye is drawn downwards instead of up, and the top is kinda boring and plain. Texturing is not my strong suit.

Here's my thought process behind it:

Green.

Please. Please just give her her color back.

Green means she is still clearly visible, even in blue-toned water, and it contrasts nicely with her pink morphix particles. Green evokes calm ponds, lilypads, feathery algae and tropical lakes. Green is dynamic, fresh, durable, organic. With green as the main color, and pink as the tiny highlight, you have enough room in the color pallete to invest some nice, bright blues for her wings. Harmonic enough to the greens to seem connected, but different enough to pop.

The rest i didn't put a lot thought into, ill admit. I wanted to make her boots beefier in their silhuoette, and i think having these semi-transparent legwarmer looking things would add a nice bit of secondary motion to her step. Trailing after her a little bit, bouncing when she stomps her foot down, and so on and so on. Aisha is sporty, competitive and loves dancing, so I wanted something sleek enough that it wouldn't slow her down, and flowy enough that it would make for good follow-through animations.

The wings are where i put most of the water theme. Dragonfly-wing shaped, because again, PONDS!!! and slightly curved downward to look like cresting waves. Plus, the water coustics to serve as the dividers between those individual fragments in insect wings.

Is this a design that would fit into a winx club reboot? Probably not.

BUT! Is it a design that doesnt make me think of chorine-poisoned swimming pools? fuck yea

[beastyeastfreak]

Your smut headcanons for the beasts, please.

As you wish!

Warnings and tags: Smut(obviously), gender neutral reader, ambiguous genitalia for the reader, binding, aphrodisiac, mild-ish yandere behavior, predator prey dynamic, penetration

Written pre silent salt and hollyberry awakening

(release already silent salt so i can write about grinding on some armor 😔)

Mystic flour

🌾 - No doubt, her drive is probably the lowest out of the beasts. Mystic flour sees most if not all indulgence as meaningless and wasteful, but nothing is impossible.

🌾 - Make no mistake, she wants you to work for her attention. She despises those who took advantage of her through wishes. If she sees that you are making a conscious effort to show your love for her, she’ll return it.

🌾 - She will probably be the one giving 9 times out of 10. She’s elegant with each movement, she’ll guide your hands above your head and pepper small kisses along your neck while her other hand sneaks between your legs. She’ll give soft commands, expecting you to follow without a second thought.

🌾 - She wants to hear what you want, hear you plead for it, hear you use her titles with reverence as she brings you closer. If she thinks you haven’t begged enough for her presence she’ll pull it away watch you become more and more desperate. She’ll use this against you later if she gets jealous or you do something wrong. She’ll ask if you need a reminder, a hand will rest on your hip as her cold presence stands behind you.

🌾 - When you finally unravel, she’ll let you ride through it while she leaves a mark or two thats sure to last but she expects you to keep it hidden so no one gets any ideas. She’ll draw a bath for you two and soak for a bit before returning to her duties.

Burning spice

🏜️ - All im saying is you have to be an actual freak to be with him because he will get bored very quickly if you’re not willing to get creative.

🏜️ - He is dominating, but he doesn’t want someone who will immediately bow down and let him do whatever. He wants a fight, he wants you to kick and claw at him and hit him with whatever you got so he can watch it fade, as long as you’re consenting of course.

🏜️ - His favourite time to have sex would probably be right after destroying another village, when the adrenaline is still in his system and he’s still hot from the sun and fighting. He tells you of the enemies he had slain and the buildings pillaged while your face is planted in a pillow and your back is arched. Afterwards the both of you can tend to each other, and you can tell him about your day.

🏜️ - Occasionally he lets you loose, he tells you that if you want to leave then go but if he finds you, and he will, then you know whats coming. The other spices avoid you like the plague as you venture out, his presence lingers on you. It doesn’t matter if you leave then spice kingdom or head to the farthest corner of earthbread, he finds you, he screws you as a reward for entertaining him and then he brings you back.

🏜️- if you survive through that though, the aftercare is the second best part. He’ll have the both of you spend the rest of the day relaxing in comfortable fabrics, being served luxurious foods and drinks by servants. And he’ll only raise his voice a little bit when the food isn’t to his liking so you can relax.

Eternal sugar

🌷 - Eternal sugar loves to indulge and guide her partners to indulge with her. To her, the most romantic thing she can do is break down your walls and let you feel pleasure like she wants you to.

🌷 - With your knowledge, she’ll occasionally give you an aphrodisiac. She’ll watch as you slowly get closer to her, responding to each little movement, twitching your hips if her touch finds itself to close to your thighs. Soon becoming a writhing, grinding mass in need of her touch, which she happily delivers. Treating you like a poor thing in need of help as if she did not cause it.

🌷 - She’ll pull you into her lap on a cloud where the two of you can be alone, removing your clothes at a pace that would be torture if it didn’t feel so good as she coos that happiness is earned slowly. She’d let your hands roam over her before allowing you to remove her clothing too. The two of you laying against eachother, legs intertwined lazily and stomachs brushing against each other as your lips intertwine.

🌷 - But if you’re offering to pleasure her… Who is she to say no? She’ll let you slide down until your face is between her legs, crooning how you were so kind as to give the bringer of happiness pleasure. Softly moaning as you appease the warmth pooling within her. And when you’re done she pulls you close, wrapping you in feathers and giving you promises of gifts beyond your imagination.

🌷 - Even after intimacy, she’ll still lavish you. She’ll invite you to sit in her lap while she feeds you sweet treats. Treat you like a monarch, especially if others are watching, cant let you go with someone else after an experience like that. Shes the only one who can make you happy like that…

Shadow Milk

🃏 - I like to imagine Shadow Milk is one to change his form a lot when he wants to sleep with his partner. Its an acting exercise to him. Imagine, you’re out walking and you hear his voice behind you, a deviously teasing tone lacing it and you turn to see him as a completely different person, maybe even of a different gender if you’re into that. When you try to call him out he acts confused and begins to flirt with you. He knows you in and out so very commonly you give in to his antics.

🃏 - He definitely likes to play submissive, its even better if you’re not as powerful as him. He enjoys pretending he’s defenceless, letting you get on top of him while he grins and muses how strong you are. Sometimes he follows through with that, he’ll let you pin him down and screw him to completion.

🃏 - Occasionally though, you’ll find yourself panting over him as your climax brews in your stomach when slowly puppet strings curl around your wrists and legs hanging you so you couldn’t move. He’ll sit up and begin to take the lead, grinning his sharp teeth as you were now the helpless one.

🃏 - Just because he likes to play the weaker one, doesn’t mean he wont immediately jump at the opportunity to make himself the one in charge, Especially if he becomes jealous. He’ll see you speaking to someone, them showing just a bit too much interest in you. You’ll feel strings that aren’t there tighten around you and if you dont leave then he makes an appearance, making the other person go away and then getting you alone, theres no grin on his face or funny jokes, just anger that someone would think of having you as he stuffs you and screws you stupid.

🃏 - Then treating the whole ordeal as a fun little experience when its all said and done, returning to a chipper voice as he takes care of you. You find that whoever you were speaking to is now mysteriously missing… had he always had a puppet that looked like that person?..

[lizzyiii]

just wondering 👉🏼👈🏼 when the next update of his lady love will be? i’m just so excited for the next chapter im OBSESSED with the story 👻

I'm so sorry I took this long, I've been having a mental block with this

His Lady Love (9)

pairing | aemond targaryen x vampire!mikaelson!reader

taglist | to be added to the taglist just add your username to this DOC

word count | 3,8k words

summary | finally you make your return back to king's landing and reunite with aemond

tags | hurt/comfort,

note | I'm so sorry I took so long

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated ✨

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

The storm had raged for a week, battering the old farmstead with rain and howling winds. Inside, the small prince had finally begun to show signs of recovery. Jaehaerys, once pale and on the verge of death, now had the flush of life back in his cheeks, thanks to the small doses of your ancient vampire blood. His eyes, once glazed and distant, now held a quiet strength. Despite his reserved nature, the boy had grown fond of you in his own way, calling you “munās”

The crumbling farm had served its purpose. Though it was no Red Keep, the rations you had scavenged from Tym’s meager cupboards had been enough to sustain the both of you. Tym, the unfortunate soul whose blood had been your own sustenance, now lay rotting in a closet—his death no more significant than a footnote in a much larger story. The smell of his decaying body was thick in the air, but it hardly bothered you. In your long life, you had smelled far worse.

Outside, the rain had finally ceased. The journey back to King’s Landing would be dangerous, but necessary. You could already envision the uproar awaiting your and Jaehaerys’ return. Let them fret; it was no concern of yours.

You gathered what little provisions were left and tucked them into a satchel, slinging it over your shoulder. The food wasn’t for you, of course, but for the prince. He would need his strength if he was to survive the coming days. As you approached Jaehaerys, he looked up at you with a small, fleeting smile—a gesture that melted your dead heart. Without a word, you draped a thick cloak over his shoulders, pulling the hood low to hide his silver Targaryen hair. The last thing you needed was to draw unwanted attention on the road.

The air was damp and heavy as you stepped outside, the smell of wet earth mingling with the distant scent of the ocean. You hoisted the boy onto your horse, his small frame easily fitting in front of you. The skies were still dark, but the rain had stopped for now. With a flick of the reins, the horse began its slow trot down the muddy path.

As you approached the towering walls of King’s Landing, the familiar stench of sweat and desperation thickened in the air. Your grip on Jaehaerys tightened, pulling him closer to you as your sharp senses took in the chaotic scene ahead. The streets swarmed with restless peasants, their voices a cacophony of rage and despair, echoing through the narrow alleyways that led to the Red Keep.

You focused, your hearing tuning into the mob’s cries. They were angry, starved. "Food! Bread!" they screamed, their desperation palpable. The realization struck you almost immediately—Rhaenyra must have sealed off the city. No traders, no merchants, no supplies flowing in. It was a power play, of course. She sought to starve out the opposition within her rightful walls, but it was the smallfolk who suffered most. Typical.

But it was what you saw next that made even your blood freeze.

Through the throngs of people, a procession of white cloaks—Kingsguard—marched proudly through the streets, their armor gleaming in the dimming light of dusk. In their hands, they bore a horrifying trophy: the severed head of a red dragon. Melys, you thought, the Red Queen, her crimson scales dulling in death.

The thought of Daemon’s dragon, Caraxes, crossed your mind briefly, but you dismissed it just as quickly. Daemon was not so easily felled. He was a force of chaos, relentless and unyielding. But Rhaenys... She had fought valiantly for her kin. It had to be her. Aegon had slain her and had the audacity to parade her dragon’s head as if it were some twisted victory.

The crowd grew louder, their protests turning to angry shouts as they watched the grotesque display. You could feel the fear rising among them, but it was overshadowed by the hunger—both for food and for rebellion. The city was on the brink, and Aegon was playing with fire.

Jaehaerys stirred slightly in your arms, oblivious to the grim spectacle unfolding before you. He was innocent in all this, yet he would soon be thrust into the heart of this brutal war. With a final glance at the dragon’s severed head, you urged your horse forward, pulling the hood of Jaehaerys’ cloak lower to shield his Targaryen features. The mob surged around you, but you moved through it like a shadow, unseen and unstoppable.

As you slipped through the shadowed alleys and hidden paths of King’s Landing, the weight of Jaehaerys in your arms was a reminder of just how fragile human life could be. The streets were filled with chaos, but to you, it was nothing. In six hundred years, you had perfected the art of moving unseen, a phantom in the night.

It wasn’t hard to imagine how those men, Daemon had sent, had managed to infiltrate these halls. It was almost laughably easy for you to slip past the guards. They were easily distracted, and you had no trouble avoiding detection.

Your thoughts kept drifting to Aemond, his sharp, striking features, the single violet eye that gleamed with intelligence and ruthlessness. You yearned for him in a way that surprised even you. In all your centuries of existence, through the rise and fall of empires, you had never felt this way about anyone. Aemond had a way of stirring something deep within you—a hunger, not for blood, but for him.

It was strange to admit, even to yourself, but you loved him. In your immortal life, you had seen love twisted and turned into something vile, something manipulative and fleeting. But with Aemond, it was different. His ambition, his fire, even his darkness—those were things you understood, things you were drawn to.

Still, love would have to wait. For now, your priority was Jaehaerys, the boy asleep in your arms, his silver hair tucked away beneath the hood you had wrapped around him. You glided through the hidden corridors of the Red Keep with ease, your steps silent, your presence undetected.

Helaena’s chambers were quiet when you arrived, the door slightly ajar as if awaiting your return. You pushed it open gently, stepping inside to the dimly lit room. Helaena was sitting by the window, her eyes distant and unfocused, lost in her thoughts.

You frowned noticing the dark circles beneath her eyes as the frown that tugged on her lips. “Helaena,” you whispered softly, moving toward her.

Her gaze shifted slowly, her violet eyes blinking as if pulling her from a dream. When she saw Jaehaerys in your arms, her expression changed—a flicker of recognition, of hope. Her lips parted, a gasp escaping her as she stood from her chair.

Helaena breathed out your name softly, her voice fragile, as if uttering it too loudly might cause you to vanish. She rose from her chair, her steps tentative, as if unsure whether you were real or some apparition conjured by her grief. Her eyes glistened with tears, her hands trembling as she reached for you.

You gently placed Jaehaerys in her arms, watching as she clung to him with a desperation that broke your heart. Her tears flowed freely as she kissed his sleeping face, her maternal love rekindled in the boy’s presence. For a moment, the weight of the world lifted from her, her sorrow held at bay by the soft rise and fall of her son’s breathing.

"I knew you weren't dead," she whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with conviction.

A frown creased your brow, confusion settling over you like a fog. "Why would you think that, Helaena?" you asked softly, your concern growing as you saw the pain etched into her delicate features.

Helaena’s gaze dropped to Jaehaerys as she gently rocked him in her arms, her sorrow palpable in the silence that followed. "Three dead Kingsguard, your carriage burnt to ash... what were we to think?" Her voice cracked as she spoke, the words heavy with the weight of grief she had been carrying.

The shock hit you like a dagger to the chest. Your eyes widened in disbelief. "My carriage... burnt?" The last time you had seen it, it had been intact. And worse, Aemond—he must have thought you perished in the flames.

You could feel the fear rising in you, not for yourself, but for him. What had Aemond been thinking all this time? The very thought of him mourning you sent a pang of sadness through your heart.

You swallowed the rising tide of emotion, forcing a smile to reassure Helaena, though it felt strained and unnatural. Your hand rested gently atop hers, offering comfort the way you always had, with a tender touch and a steady heart. "I am fine, my Queen," you said, your voice soft but firm, hoping your words could ease some of the burden that weighed on her. "Jaehaerys is fine. We are both safe, and that is all that matters now."

Helaena looked up at you, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, and for a moment, she seemed to believe you. But you could see the remnants of her anguish still clinging to her, a shadow she could not shake.

Seeing Helaena in such a state—it wounded you, though you could never let it show. You had centuries of practice hiding your own grief, your own longing. But now, with Aemond believing you dead, you felt the familiar weight of sorrow creeping back in.

You had to find him. He needed to know you were alive.

"I have to find Aemond," you murmured, the urgency in your voice betraying the calm you had tried to maintain.

Helaena’s eyes snapped to you, her sorrow deepening as she spoke softly, "He’s changed."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Helaena hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her words. "The battle at Rook’s Rest," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "He brought down both Rhaenys and Aegon."

You flinched, a ripple of shock running through you. "He killed Aegon?" Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke. Despite Aegon’s many flaws, despite his cruelty, he was still Aemond's brother. How could Aemond have done such a thing?

Helaena shook her head, her expression mournful, weighed down by grief. "No. He didn’t kill him, but he might as well have. Aegon is burnt beyond recognition... A shadow of himself now."

The words hung heavy in the air, and you struggled to grasp them. "Why?" you whispered, more to yourself than to Helaena. How could Aemond, the man you loved, have let things go so far?

Helaena’s gaze softened, and she pressed another kiss to Jaehaerys' forehead, her voice filled with a melancholy acceptance. "Aegon’s taunts… his cruel words… Perhaps he had enough of being belittled, of being treated as lesser, when in truth, he has always been the stronger of the two."

You could see the weariness in Helaena’s eyes, the understanding of how deep the rift had grown between her brothers. But what you couldn’t understand was how much Aemond had changed in just a week. The man you knew, the one you loved, was fierce and proud, yes, but he had always been measured, calculating. To hear that he had snapped so violently, even against his own kin—it worried you.

But you had to see him. You couldn’t wait any longer.

Without another word, you turned toward the door, your mind already racing with thoughts of Aemond—of the man he had been, and the man he might be now.

Aemond was riding a dangerous high, the taste of victory bitter on his tongue. He had dealt with Aegon—though not as thoroughly as he would have preferred. Aegon still lived, if one could call it living. Burnt beyond recognition, a husk of his former self, barely clinging to life. But it didn’t matter. Aegon was no longer a threat to him, and now, Aemond stood as Prince Regent. His mother’s protests were of no consequence to him anymore. She had forsaken him, after all. Turned her back on him, chosen Aegon despite everything. Well, now he would forsake her.

He clenched his fists tightly as he forced his thoughts away from her disappointment, her judgment. It wasn’t Alicent's rebuke that tormented him now. No, when he allowed his mind to drift, when the battlefield fell quiet and the bloodlust faded, his thoughts always, always came back to you.

And that was a pain he could not bear. The sharp sting in his chest that came whenever he remembered your face, your voice, the way your eyes looked at him with a softness no one else could offer. That softness had been his anchor in a world of chaos, and now it was gone. You were gone. Aemond clenched his jaw, forcing the memories back down, but they refused to be silenced.

You haunted him.

So he clung to the one thing that had never failed him: anger. The rage burned hotter and clearer than any sorrow ever could. Vengeance had always been his closest companion, and now it was the only thing he had left to keep him standing. It was easier to drown in that fire, to let the heat scorch away the grief, than to face the aching emptiness your death had left behind.

Because to truly feel the weight of his heartache—to allow himself to grieve—would be a descent into madness. It would be a slow, deliberate suicide. And Aemond Targaryen would not be destroyed by sorrow. He had survived too much for that.

His face was a mask of cold determination, but inside, the wound you left was bleeding still. Anger was a salve, not a cure, but it was the only thing keeping him alive.

As long as he was angry, he couldn’t be sad. And as long as he avoided sadness, he wouldn’t have to confront the truth: that without you, something in him had already died.

Aemond made his way to his chambers, eager to escape the oppressive weight of the castle and the relentless thoughts swirling in his mind. His steps were heavy, and though he had embraced the cold edge of his anger, exhaustion tugged at the edges of his resolve. He needed a moment, just a fleeting break from the burdens of regency and family strife.

But as he pushed open the door, his breath caught in his throat. Standing in the center of his room, with their back turned, was a figure he knew too well. His entire body froze, heart pounding so violently it hurt. His mind, sharp and disciplined, rebelled against the sight before him. It couldn't be real. It shouldn't be real.

Aemond's throat tightened, and he rubbed his eye, the patch over the other itching against his skin as if willing this cruel vision away. His breaths became shallow, harsh gasps escaping him as the figure turned.

And there you were.

The eyes he had dreamt of, that he had mourned for, were looking back at him, alive with warmth and familiarity. "Aemond," you murmured softly, your voice like a balm to his tormented soul.

He stumbled back, his chest heaving with the effort to contain the surge of emotion ripping through him. You moved toward him, your hands reaching out as if to soothe, but he flinched. The pain in your eyes mirrored his own, though he couldn't understand why. He had believed you dead, and now you stood before him. But his mind, ever cautious, doubted the reality before him.

"You're not real," he choked out, the words leaving his lips like a prayer, desperate and broken.

You faltered for a moment, your face contorting with an expression of pain. But it wasn’t for you—it was for him. "I am real, Aemond," you said firmly, your voice unwavering even as his trembled. Then, softer, you added, "As real as the sun and stars, my love."

Tentatively, he reached out, his hand shaking as he brushed your cheek. The soft warmth of your skin against his palm sent a shock through him. His lone eye stung with tears as he leaned closer, feeling the truth of your presence in the softness of your flesh. And when you leaned into his touch, his entire world seemed to shift.

The sob broke from his chest, raw and aching, as he pulled you into his arms with a fierce desperation. He crushed you against his chest, his face buried in your hair, inhaling the scent he had feared he would never experience again. It was real. You were real. His hands trembled as they tightened around you, holding you as if you might slip away once more.

"You're real," he whispered, the words tumbling from his lips in a reverent chant, as if saying it enough times would make it an undeniable truth. "You're alive."

Tears streamed freely down his face as he clung to you, the walls he had built around his heart crumbling in your presence. You had returned to him, and in this moment, the weight of the world, the rage, the grief—it all faded away in the warmth of your embrace. He whispered your name like a prayer, his chest shaking with the sobs he could no longer control.

The two of you had eventually found your way onto Aemond's bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as if afraid you might vanish if he loosened his grip. The moonlight spilled softly through the window, casting a gentle glow over the room, but all that mattered in this moment was the warmth of his body beneath yours. You lay on top of him, your noses touching, your breaths mingling in the quiet stillness of the night.

And yet, he only stared at you, his eye searching your face as if trying to memorize every inch, every detail. It felt like an eternity before he finally spoke.

"I don’t understand how," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, the confusion and longing in his eye clear as he tried to reconcile your presence with the grief he had been drowning in.

You lifted your head slightly, his gaze following your every movement. Gently, you brought a finger to trail down his scar, your touch soft and comforting. His eye fluttered shut at the sensation, as if the weight of the world lifted momentarily under your fingertips.

"Helaena told me what was believed," you began, your voice steady as you prepared to weave the lie once more. "But the truth is, our carriage was ambushed. The Kingsguard were killed." You paused, then continued with conviction, "I escaped with Jaehaerys. My intent was to return."

His eye opened slowly, a flicker of something vulnerable passing through his gaze as he asked in a voice that was unusually soft, "Why did it take so long?"

"The prince fell ill on the journey. My only priority was his health, not how quickly we could return," you explained, your lips pressing together in a thin line. "I'm sorry it took so long," you added, guilt weighing your words, though the truth of your ordeal remained hidden beneath layers of carefully constructed deception.

Aemond's expression softened as you rested your head back against him, in the crook of his neck where you could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong. "You're here now," he whispered, his voice filled with relief. It seemed as if that was all that mattered to him in this moment.

The silence between you lingered, a peaceful reprieve from the chaos that awaited outside these walls. But after a while, he spoke again, his voice barely breaking the quiet. "I'm Prince Regent now."

You already knew, of course. Helaena had told you, but you wanted to hear it from him. "Helaena told me what happened to Aegon," you said slowly, choosing your words carefully. You had to know the truth, not from Helaena’s recounting but from Aemond himself. You needed to understand what had happened, why he had done what he did.

There was a pause, a silence that stretched on too long before he finally spoke. "He was not supposed to be there. At Rook’s Rest," he said, his voice low and distant, as if recounting a memory he wanted to forget.

Your hand rested on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you. "What happened, Aemond?" you asked, your tone soft but insistent, though part of you dreaded hearing the answer.

Aemond’s face hardened, his eye staring up at the ceiling, his jaw clenched. "Aegon got what he deserved," he said flatly, his tone almost indifferent. "He was unfit to rule. Unworthy to sit the throne."

His words hit you like a stone sinking into a well, and though you had expected them, it still hurt. Aegon was not a good man. He was cruel, selfish, and unfit to lead, but knowing that Aemond had taken such drastic action—it was a bitter pill to swallow. The world was better without Aegon’s reign, and yet the weight of Aemond’s decision loomed over you.

You studied his face, searching for any hint of remorse, of conflict. "Was it worth it?" you asked quietly, though you weren’t sure you wanted the answer.

Aemond didn’t respond. He simply stared at the ceiling, his silence speaking louder than any words could. And you didn’t push him. You knew Aemond better than anyone; his guilt, his anger, and his desire for power all warred within him.

So you lay there, your hand on his chest, letting the silence stretch on, knowing that in time, perhaps, the answers would come. But for now, you were content to simply be there with him.

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[kxsagi]

something kinda funny happened to me recently and i immediately thought about rin and your fics, so i'll send it as a req!! i hope you dont find it uncomfortable.

to sum up: ppl usually perceive me as a "nerdy and smart girl" (as in, "top of the class" kind of smart) bc of my looks but in reality i couldnt care less about paying attention to something if its not abt a topic im interested in lol. WHICH RESULTED IN ME RANKING 20 OUT OF 23 STUDENTS in everything but english. it doesn't bother me at all bc. well. i was expecting it. but my classmates are always shocked somehow.

anyways, i immediately thought about my dear rinnie, bc i think thats the kind of situation that poor boy would experience, since everyone in bllk sees him as an academically smart guy bc hes fluent in english, failingto realizethat my boy does NAWT cate about anything other than eng and soccer. . so! my req is basically just a fic where both rin and reader end up in the bottom of the rankings in everything but english (they were the only ones to ace it) and the others are like "?!?!?!" bc i think it would be rlly funny!! feel free to do it in any way you like! tyy! BTW SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS I HOPE IT DOESNT SOUND CONFUSING

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫”

a/n: OMG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS REQUEST BC i have a male coworker in his 20’s who looks like a geeked out nerd, like kind of skinny, glasses, black hair, asian. and my mom told me to talk to him to potentially gain connections bc i’m academic and i was still in high school at the time so i asked him about college and he said “oh yeah, i dropped out like… 3 times. i just didn’t have the drive because i attended raves instead of lectures” don’t let looks fool you 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

for context, all the blue lock characters attend the same high school lol

title is a beabadobee reference bc i love her idc

(art credits go to immmso_ko on twitter)

in a cruel twist of fate, or maybe divine comedy, you and rin itoshi have somehow landed in the bottom tier of your class rankings. 

not just “average.” not “middle of the pack.” no. we're talking rank 21 and 22 out of 23. (it would’ve been 22 and 23, but shoutout to that one guy who never came to class and failed on principle. king.) 

the only subject you both aced? english. 

english was your salvation. your shared pride. your mutual delusion. you’d both walked out of that test with the smug confidence of people who knew the word “juxtaposition” and weren’t afraid to use it. and it paid off with perfect scores. 

but everything else? absolute academic carnage. 

math: rin got bored halfway through and started drawing soccer formations in the margins. 

science: you answered every question based on vague memories of a documentary you half-watched two years ago. 

history: you just… didn’t. rin got distracted by a headline about international players and spiral notebooked into a wikipedia hole mid-exam. 

and when the results were posted, the classroom erupted. 

“WAIT. RIN?! RIN ITOSHI?!” 

someone physically grabbed him by the sleeve. “bro. you’re like. fluent in english. i thought you were smart?!” 

rin stared at them, face completely blank. “i am.” 

“YOU’RE 22ND!!” 

“in english?” 

“NO. OVERALL.” 

“… okay. but in english?” 

he had a point. it was the only thing that mattered. 

you slinked over beside him, matching his blank expression. “hey. i’m 21st.” 

he looked at you. “you’re better at literature than me.” 

“damn right.” 

behind you, chaos brewed. karasu paced like a man discovering the earth was flat. bachira was cry-laughing, gripping isagi like he’d seen a ghost. otoya just kept whispering “no way. no way. no way.” like he was having an existential breakdown over his fantasy of rin being the dark, brooding honor student. 

“this is a scam,” reo muttered from the side. “i thought rin was our secret weapon for test prep. i was gonna ask him to tutor me in math.” 

rin tilted his head. “why would i do that?” 

“you got a 12%.” 

“i don’t need math to score goals.” 

“… you didn’t even attempt question two.” 

“it was too many words.” 

you nodded solemnly beside him. “same. too many triangles. immediate shut down.” 

someone behind you whispered, “this is actually worse than when nagi slept through the finals.” 

but you and rin? unfazed. you were both already planning how to celebrate your dual top scores in english. (you were thinking milk tea. he was thinking silence. compromise: milk tea in silence.) 

you sipped your drink later that afternoon with the confidence of two people who fully accepted their intellectual limitations, so long as they didn’t apply to soccer or essays on animal farm. 

“this doesn’t bother you?” you asked, curious. 

“not really,” he replied. “they’re just shocked because i don’t talk much. so they assume i’m smart.” 

“right?! same! they see glasses and a quiet demeanor and suddenly expect perfect grades.” 

he nodded slowly. “people are stupid.” 

you toasted your drink to that. “cheers to mediocrity, king.” 

and rin, for the first time that day, cracked the smallest smirk. “except in english.” 

“except in english,” you agreed, dead serious. 

the only subject that mattered. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[marvelkiddie]

Cheeky hands

Based on this request

You loved drawing pretty pictures for mommy was one of your favorite activities, she always loved them and placed them on the fridge door or in her office by her desk that always made your little heart fill with pride, that’s what you were up to today, drawing a beautiful picture making sure to use every crayon that you owned, when you remembered mommy had some fancy glitter pens in her room, grabbing your drawing with you, you walked down the hall from your room to your mommy’s and started looking for the fancy pens, they weren’t where you last saw them so you had to start snooping around to find them, mommy’s room was always very tidy everything was in its place so you made sure to look around very carefully, you looked in the closet, in the bathroom for some reason, under the bed, in her vanity but no sign of the pens, you were about to leave when you noticed that you forgot to look in one place silly me! you said to yourself as you made your way to the nightstand next to mommy’s bed, where did mommy put them? mommy has candy in here!? a boring book hmm some rings you looked through the drawers giving up on finding the pens when your little eye caught sight of something bright pink and funny looking in that moment Wanda got in the room, you hadn’t notice her presence before so she spoke softly asking what you were doing just looking for your fancy glitter pens mommy but can’t find them you said Wanda walked in to get the pens from her purse when she noticed what you were holding y/n! what are you doing with that!? You can’t take mommy’s things without asking, snooping around in mommy’s room is very naughty! she yelled at you and took the pink toy from your hands your lips were quivering and you looked down at the floor im sorry mommy I didn’t mean to be bad, you sounded so upset and looked so sad that Wanda calmed herself down and walked your way, honey im sorry for yelling at you it’s just this is not a toy I mean it is but not for little girls like you, you looked up at her with teary eyes then who is it for? Wanda sighed knowing that you wouldn’t ignore this so she came up with the best answer she could in the moment this is a toy for mommies sometimes we need to have a little toy to keep us company what for? you pushed hmm hey how about we go downstairs and have some cookies huh? you nodded but didn’t move but how does your toy work what does it do? i wanna play too Wanda thought cookies would do the trick but she knew you were very curious all the time and this wouldn’t be the exception hmm mommy will show you but just one time okay? but you can’t ever take mommy’s things again specially her toys got it? yes mommy she took the toy and suddenly it started buzzing and vibrating you let out a squeaky giggle when she pressed it on your leg up and down it’s tickling me! you said between giggles and Wanda turned it off standing up to leave until you said do you use it to feel ticklish mommy? she turned to you and sighed putting her hands on her hips yes pumpkin sometimes I have some tickling that needs to get taken care of and my toy helps me now please let’s go get some cookies and do something else please and thank you baby okay mama you said as you stood up and grabbed her hands on but the idea of the tickle toy was still in your little head Wanda could sense your curiosity creeping up so she made a mental note to put her toy in a safer place out of your reach and all her other toys as well.

[spideyson-stuff]

I like to think that Peter is a genius, but also just a 14 years old

Like, he LOVES helping Pepper with the "boring" press problems, and he had in fact already given several good ideas on what to do to make Sl even more popular, he can create several incredible inventions and fabulous studies that are taught in colleges and revolutionary theories in less than 1 week.

But one day Tony will find him on the couch playing "Dress to Impress" on his tablet while listening to Sabrina Carpenter "Taste" at full volume on headphones and getting angry about having lost 10 times in a row

And then suddenly Tony and Pepper remember that even though Peter had created a revolutionary way to increase the company's profits 3 days ago he's still a silly teenager that deserves some time to himself

(Plus, Pepper steals Peter from Tony's lab sometimes to help her with agency issues with social media because Peter is Gen Z and knows how it works)

Pepper has seen Peter surrounded by papers with various drawings of clothes, suits, project sheets and book pages, she honestly didn't know if he was simply doing whatever came to mind for inspiration or if he was summoning some kind of supernatural paper demon

One day Tony walked into Peter's room and saw a pile of romance mangas, im the moment he tried to open one Peter pulled it out of his hand as if his life depended on it and said it was nothing important

Tony thought for a moment that it was pornography but one day he secretly saw them when Peter wasn't home and discovered that they were just teeth-rotting romance Peter was just embarrassed because there were a lot of kisses in the book, and slightly sensual scenes that Tony honestly doesn't think are really sensual

To top it off, one day they both found a book of sketches that Peter had before he met Tony and used it to design his first suit, they found several ideas for suits but they also had some sexual drawings of people touching and kissing each other, it was honestly so sweet that it didn't even seem sexual so they decided to pretend they didn't see it or Peter would probably never be able to look them in the eye again