#and I'm like 'what if I did a cute longer pixie look'

[polarfarina]

My undercut is getting SO long I've been thinking about cutting all my hair so it's basically not an undercut anymore. But my neck gets so sweaty... I can't decide

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Bit Slow Round These Parts

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2023 Wk 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - Mhok is about the most indulgent boyfriend on the planet. Why they dressed as 1930s gangsters for the wedding? I have no idea idea, but it’s adorable. IFYLITA mark 2? And they’re even dancing together using bits of the same steps that were used that show too. Cute nod.

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 6 of 10 - Everything but the kitchen sink includes lesbians apparently. Excellent. Carry on. Also a lot of filler about the sides. (Boring, stop that.) I wish the doctor were a little bit more of a multifaceted character (and less evil snakey), and that we had some of his backstory + Tharn. If we saw them as kids, having a longer true friendship, it would make Tharn’s attitude a little bit more sympathetic and forgiving.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - I like this show, but it’s awfully one-sided in the romance arena. I mean shouldn’t they be trying to support and make each other happy? Why does it always have to come from Him? Also, I’m constantly worried about the fact that Nail doesn’t eat any vegetables. His digestive track must be in serious distress. And if the boy is a bottom?! Look I have concerns is all I'm saying, I hope he's getting his fiber along with the dk. Meanwhile... Mom confrontation! Always fun.  

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 9 of 10 - Now I’m having a hard time keeping the twins straight. Who’s getting beat up for whom, what’s going on? No matter who, First caught himself a live one. I like those bits.

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 7 of 14 - I got little crumbs of my sides but not enough, and then they dropped the mpreg bomb. Kinda like blowing the BL diaper. Trash watch happening here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 5 of 12 - They are so cute. And mostly such good communicators. Except evil dad is evil! I didn’t have OffGun tango on my bingo card, but I'm happy to check it off. After making everyone sing, GMMTV is now making everyone dance. I much prefer it. Kiss came a bit out of nowhere. But it was sweet. 

A few minutes later...

Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 6fin - I don’t know, I feel like this just wasn’t good enough for the class of talent involved. Which means it’s mostly the story and script's fault. In the end I kinda just wanted Guy to get the guy.

In cluclusion:

A lack-luster story about a group of bakers coping with (mostly) a shoddy script that could not be saved by either the beauty nor the talent of the actors involved. It suffered for lack of narrative backbone and so did I. 6/10

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 8fin - Mai is an adorable clingy boyfriend, and that bit was kind of cute.

Summation:

Office clown, Jade, a manic pixie dream dork, is courted by the new intern, Mai. This show is right in my wheelhouse but it fell flat for me. I wish it had lived up to the concept behind the title (if nothing else). If we had done more of Jade‘s family and the reasons behind his self-worth struggles and self-acceptance issues, they might have been easier to bare. Without backstory, the show had no through line. In the end, Jade was a largely intolerable character, and Mai felt flat and lacking in personality. I was disappointed with this show, and I hope they don't blame the pair for the poor ratings. 6/10

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) 1626 ep 19 of 24 - Meh. So dull. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 10 - I’m not really interested in the late addition love triangle concept.

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 8 - a bit too frenetic and manic for me, this one. Glasses boy is best boy. But I’m kind of confused as to was actually going on with this show. Including whether I like it or not.

I Became the Main Role of a BL (Japan Sun Gaga) ep 1-3 - AKA BL Drama no Shuen ni Narimashita: Crank Up Hen - it should finish airing at the very beginning of the year, so I decided to wait and watch all 3 back-to-back. 

It's Airing But...

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Night Dream (Sat YT) 6 eps - It’s a pain to track down and I really didn’t like the first episode so… DNF  

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if safe.

Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) - horror, meh, tell me if it's worth my time?

It's done and I didn't, or we can't

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed with ep 1. Been told I shouldn't bother. So I won't.

Behind the Shadows (Korea movie) - This is a historical I was interested in, but I've been told they kill the gay so I'm OUT.

[INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have a spare day.

Crazy work load right now so no idea when that will be. (End of year is a bear for me.)

Honestly I'm gonna have an epic number of dnf's this year for me.

Next Week Looks Like This

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED). With the end of the year upon us I'll do an "announced for 2023 but never happened list" soon.

Also my best ofs are coming.

Don't think I'll do a stats round up this year, everything progressing as before.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

(Last week) - sorry, forgot to link it.

It's 2024 people! Round ups are coming!!!! Leave a comment or an ask, if you have something specific you want addressed.

[atlas-nsfw]

i'm on my hands and knees begging for more fairy content. there's something so hot to me about passing out while naked sunbathing, only to wake up to a lil q tip sized dick pumping in and out of you

You are so right for this. Might as well set this in Monster Ark too since the pixies are perfect for this. Cw: somno, drugging (pixie dust), public sex

After a long day at the beach, exhaustion took over. You had sprawled out in the sand to take a nap but with the help of the heat you took a much heavier sleep than intended. Such a silly mistake. You had to have known what would happen of you fell asleep half naked on a beach in a world full of creatures who wanted to fuck you.

Lucky for you the pixie Sifeldrin found you first. He flitted over, inspecting your sleeping body, the way your chest rose and fell. The sweat gathering on your flushed skin was worrisome. Not that Sifeldrin cared that much about your health but your smell would attract others soon and he didn’t want to share.

He stood on your chest, tapping his foot until he got an idea. With a wave of his hand, several beach trees and tall grass sprouted up to shade you. Next, he sprinkled you with the fine powder of his pixie dust to mask your scent and help you sleep longer.

Satisfied with the conditions, he got to work tugging off the scraps you called clothes. His little dick got hard as he found your hole. He spread you open with his hands, pressing his face into the hot flesh to lick at you. Humans always smelled so nice. He sucked and lapped and rubbed his dust all over youz

Eventually he was ready. He stopped eating you out long enough to push his cock into you. He thrusted viscously, unable to get enough of your hole. His little body slapped full force against your crotch, propelled by the force of his wings.

Laughter caught his ear and he looked up to see other pixies had gathered in the trees to watch. He gave them a good hiss, reminding them that he found you first. The distraction was enough to weaken the spell over you though.

You stirred, feeling the funny sensation between your legs. You peak down and see Sifeldren’s furious thrusting just in time to watch him bottom out. Warm blue cum shot inside you with a cute little splurt. It made your belly feel all warm. You couldn’t help but think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let Sife and his friends keep playing with your body a little longer.

I hope you like it! I had a little fairy design floating around for a while now. Here are som inspo pics I did up to try to capture Sifeldrin. His eyes should be monochrome with a sort of hexagonal pattern like bug eyes. He would be covered in light vines tattoos as well.

Taglist: @leitor-sonolento, @kittycatkandies

[wordy-little-witch]

Random Taurus x Sun headcanons bc I am so totally complete normal about these guys I promise

This is mostly my Angel Aura AU, where Sun is like a Star Nursery due to a series of unfortunate events preventing his growth into an Astral himself.

• Taurus has little to no concept of how romance works, but he has people he trusts to explain it. (At least, initially - he trusted Gemini, but they were horrible, then Lunar, who made him even more confused, then Jack+Dazzle who taught him via movies and cartoons, etc.)

• Taurus actually asked for Moon's blessing regarding courtship - when Moon asked if he was "asking permission", the Astral being shut that down quickly - "Sunrise is far brighter than anyone gives him credit for. He is his own person, and I will respect his decisions on the matter in full. I do not seek your permission, Moondrop - instead, I seek your blessing" ((it was at that moment Moon knew - this bull is a keeper))

• Sun is aro-spec. It takes a WHILE for him to develop feelings for people and it takes longer to realize what those feelings are. He didn't realize he was pining until he was in a Stage Three Daydream. ((He immediately screamed into the closest cushion))

• Dazzle calls Sun Mama. She calls Taurus Papa. Jack also calls Sun Mama, but he calls Taurus not-papa and he refuses to be corrected on either front. Solar is so tired.

• Taurus is simultaneously GREAT with kids and completely horrible with them. Yes, he will keep them happy, safe and well cared for. He will also spoil them completely rotten because he is also somewhat terrified of them (they're so small, he could break them on accident, help him- )

• Sun's gender is a technicality- he's a man in the way a slice of Kraft American Cheese is technically a cheese. This will not ever stop him from wearing and presenting however the heck he wants, though.

• Taurus once spent an entire night counting all of Sun's freckles (seventeen on his right cheek, thirteen on the left, but he has a scar there that may have covered more)

• Sun is the reigning CHAMPION of Mom-Friending people and also of pet names. Ironically, he doesn't give the tauran being any until around when they start dating, and even then it's generic things like "dear" or "darling"

• Taurus calls Sun Pixie frequently - at first it was similar to him calling Lunar Puck, then it stuck, especially after Dazzle and Jack forced him to watch the Tinkerbell movies. Sun is small, thin, spritely, cute, and full of contradictions. ((He doesn't often use pet names, opting instead for things like "little one" or "little [species/animal]" - he does occasionally drop smth like "my heart" or "my dearest love" to Sun to get the other flustered))

• Earth took the news arguably the best out of the entire family at face value, just a sweet "oh, congratulations!" She did, however, immediately message Monty to ask if his star power rifle would work on Astrals - just in case. (It didn't, but upon learning the situation, he started working on one that would)

• Taurus assisted in the Daycare one(1) time, and a kid immediately asked if he was gonna marry "mistah sunny 'cuz he got red pants 'n yous a bull". Despite the temporary crisis, Taurus decided that no, he did not care for child induced existential dread, thank you.

• Bloodmoon lives bc I decide what to do with this AU and they are comically protective of and respectful to Sun - they often try to sneak attack Taurus to "test his capabilities as a mate". He has yet to lose, and they're mildly salty about it.

• similarly, the other Astrals look a bit further into things upon Taurus getting involved romantically with one who is on their radar. Fortunately - or perhaps unfortunately - most of them adore Sun to pieces in a variety of ways. ((I'm debating making Leo flirt with Sun incessantly for funnies))

[citadelredlightdistrict]

Cortana Questions!

CE: Has a really cute look to her, body is kind of there, nice pixie cut, purple is a good look and gave her a real cyberpunk vibe really. This version established her useful but kind of sassy personality. Really do love the haircut honestly.

Halo 2: Still purple, but a bit more blue (anyone know why she became blue?), her hair is a bit longer, more a professional office vibe, a bit more substantial of a body, but still not a whole lot. A little cyber, but more physical looking than her original appearance. Boobs got a little bigger.

Halo 3: Much more substantial! She's almost more physical than digital now. Fully became a sexy blue hologram, her breasts are bigger, and her hair is better defined, maybe a little shorter than Halo 2's hair? Graphics improvement from Halo 2 to 3 is really noticeable, and this is also where we first start to get hints at Cortana's frail mental state. Though right now it's due to the Gravemind. Still boobs might not be bigger, but they are better defined.

Halo 4: Finally into 343, she's fully physical now, no seeing through her, she's basically just a blue human. Her mind is definitely not all there anymore, a little crazy, a little yandere, but hey it works with her. Hair is definitely shorter, and boobs no longer as perky, but now has nipples for some reason? Is Cortana actively trying to seduce John at this point? I feel like she intentionally made herself look like a naked woman.

Halo 5: From naked hero to fully clothed psycho, why did she put on clothes? Her hair now screams more "can I see your manager" than sexy love interest. Actually has physical elements to her body, but not in a sexy way, and can you still see her nipples through her armor? Fully in the yandere mode now, but the story doesn't really sell it here for me.

Yeah, this is purely for my curiosity, this has nothing to do with RPs. I'm just curios.

[siriannatan]

What if dragons hibernate? - ScfWhip

The title is just the idea that got me to write this. What of fWhip gest sleep when he's cold?

Scott had hard time paying any attention to Katherine's chatter about whatever problem she had with Pearl's fields. All his attention was on fWhip, sitting on his right, and slowly dozing off. He never noticed something like that before their seating arrangements changed - temporarily since they wer in Rivendell despite Katherine leading the meeting - and the count was not between his siblings but between Scott and Gem.

His twin sister of course didn't pay much attention to her brother. Paying full attention to the boring chatter. Scott was glad his neighbours had hard time accessing his empire and therefore little trouble with him. It made being neutral very easy.

But as Scott side eyed fWhip dozing off he remembered Pearl was one of his cherished allies. Shouldn't he pay some attention when someone has trouble with her? Another thing he noticed was that fWhip was even more bundled up than usually. And his usual were at least three layers of warm looking clothes.

His usual shirt was replaced by one that looked eve warmer and hidden under a new layer of thick knit sweater. His overcoat was now a warm practically winter coat. Longer, thicker, with fluffy lining. His scarf seemed to be replaced by a different, longer but still red one. And his googles were nowhere on him.

And he kept his tail and wings closer to himself. Usually he'd be taking as much space as possible with them. Now he was using his wings as weird portable blanket and constantly almost tripping on his tail. Holding onto his allies sleeves the few few times Scott saw him walking today. And constantly yawning.

He's never seen fWhip look so tired and not at all tired at once. It was almost cute. Almost. Too bad he knew the explosion gremlin the count actual was under all that.

He was about to ask if fWhip's okay when he felt something warm on his shoulder. fWhip was leaning on him and using him as a pillow. It did not look at all comfortable. And fWhip's horns were dangerously close to poking him.

In a bit of panic he glanced around the table. Aside from some amused, poorly concealed smiles there was no reaction to fWhip just falling asleep. Not even from Gem but she was at least nice enough to shot him and apologetic if tense smile.

Scott was fully aware he was new in the company, deciding to open his empire for the first time in hundreds of years rather recently. But this was a bit much. What was he supposed to do about a half-dragon using him as a pillow? Push him off? With a silent breath Scott did. fWhip barely reacted.

And not even five minutes later was back on Scott's shoulder. He tried it two more time, each to no avail so he just let the count be for the reminder of the meeting. That Scott was technically hosting even if Katherine was leading it. Something about her palace having pixie problems. His only hope was WRA taking their leader home when it ended.

They did not. "I'm very sorry about him," at least Gem decided to apologise. "It's impossible to wake him up when he's like that," oh, and an explanation, how generous. "fWhip can explain it better, all I know is that he doesn't like being cold."

But as annoyed as Scott was he was not about to kick fWhip out when he can barely function. And why lean on Scott if cold makes him sleepy? Having an affinity for ice magic he always ran a bit cold... "He can stay since I don't see him coursing trouble when like this," Scott shrugged and the wizard queen left, after another round of apologies.

And Scott was all alone with a cute sleeping half-dragon half-nuisance. And no idea what to do now. Maybe moving somewhere warm? And more comfortable... The way fWhip bend to rest on Scott did not look like a good position for one's spine. So with some difficulty he moved him the one of his smaller reading rooms. Ordering roaring fire and tea and snacks to be ready.

He had all intention of leaving fWhip alone to finish his nap but as he carried him the count grabbed his jacket and was refusing to let go and no amount of trying to pry it out his hands worked and the way he was holding onto it made it impossible to take off. So with a defeated sigh Scott stayed fWhip's pillow. Ordering his current paperwork stack to be brought in so he has something to do.

fWhip woke up still sleepy. A normal thing when cold was involved. In contrast to popular opinions non ice/snow dragons were not good with cold. fWhip for example got terribly sleepy when cold. So he really bundled up for the meeting in Rivendell...

Speaking of. It was suspiciously quiet when he woke up so he slowly forced his eyes open. He was no longer in Scott's freezing cold meeting room but in what looked like a small sitting room with a whole wall of bookshelves and a roaring fireplace. Cuddled up to something cold and breathing...

Upon that realisation he yelped and jumped back. He was cuddling up to the ice king of the elves. Mr handsome himself, Scott S. Major. Talk about making a good impression. He was lucky he wasn't an ice statue. "I am so sorry," fWhip instantly stood up.

Bad move after a long nap. He almost fell on the coffee table that was almost bending under all the snacks and papers on it. But he didn't...

To add to his shame Scott caught him and pulled him down to the couch. "It's okay, calm down," Scott rolled his eyes but a slight smirk was tugging at his lips. "But could you explain what made you so sleepy? Gem said something about you not handlin cold well," lucky for fWhip he didn't seem to annoyed. And good Sheep, fWhip better not be why his clothes were so rumpled in places.

"I'm part fire dragon so cold makes me sleepy. I'm once again very sorry for..." He started apologising again. Trying to come up with a polite way to excuse himself. Why must his brain stop working when Scott's involved?

"It's all okay, I'll now know for the future to better warm my meeting hall," Scott stopped him with a raised hand and a smile. "And it was a much more enjoyable to work on all that here than behind my desk," he added, pointing to the stack of papers.

"Oh..." Scott let out before yawning again. Why is he still so damn tired... Oh right, he stayed up late like four days in a row to work on his mansion's hearing in preparation for winter.

"You're welcome to stay the night, it is rather late by now," Scott offered in his endless, handsome, kindness.

So fWhip had dinner with Scott. Offering help with blowing up anything Scott wants blown up in exchange for his hospitality. Scott did say something about some tunnel, so fWhip was relieved something good would come out his blunder.

Elven food was very tasty. And the dessert almost as big part of it as the main. Now that he thought about it, Scott always had something tasty and sweet near him. It was rather cute considering his cold, calm and collected exterior that he liked sweets so much.

After the meal fWhip was showed to a guest room. With fire already roaring and warm change of clothes. And a plate of cookies. Scott was an excellent host. A warm bath was also available so fWhip took a very nice one.

Several hours later he could not for the life of him sleep. He was fed and warm despite the fire dying not too long ago. And damn tired but his dumb dragon brain was constantly bringing up images of Scott smiling with all his stupid jewelry nicely reflecting fire and... Scott was damn pleasant to cuddle and fWhip damn touch starved. Dragons were shockingly clingy when they found the one to be clingy about. And his dumb brain imprinted on Scott...

"Maybe a walk will help," fWhip huffed. The castle was bound to be cold. Maybe if he cooled down he'd finally sleep again.

So he grabbed his scarf, and went to explore a bit, hoping he'd not run into any guards. Not that a short walk should get him into any trouble if he did.

The empty halls were indeed cooler than his room. It was quite exciting to sneak about a little through the dark corridors, past massive doors. At least until he spotted light under one.

Should he check it? He wondered, looking about. No guards. Before he could make up his mind out walked Scott. His hair loose and not tied into his braid. In what had to be his sleep clothes and a fluffy robe. Candle floating by him and absolutely shocked to see fWhip.

"Everything okay?" The elf was first to speak. Why must he always be so good looking? Even right before going to bed.

"Had some trouble sleeping..." fWhip admitted, all the images of Scott holding him back in his mind. "So I decided to have a short walk to maybe cool down," he rambled with nervous chuckle. "Your castle's really beautiful..." He could not stop rambling and Scott was not stopping him. He should stop before he says something dumb. "Not as beautiful as you though..." And here it is, fWhip was ready to run back home. Cold and dark be damned. Why can't he control his dumb mouth?

He quickly mumbled out an apology and turned to leave but a cold hand around his wrist stopped him. "Did you mean it?" Scott's voice was tense as he asked. With a hint of something fWhip would not dare name.

"Of course I do...". fWhip sighed. Ready to be an ice statue. Or at the every least forever hated by Scott.

"I'm sorry then," Scott said and fWhip had no chance to ask what for.

He was turned around. Both of Scott's hand son his face guiding him into a better angle. All voice dying in his throat as Scott's cold lips connected with his.

Scott was kissing him.

As soon as the realisation hit fWhip kissed back. Hands instinctively grabbing at elves robes, pulling him closer. At some point his back hit a cold wall and he could swear his feet were few inches off the ground. The thought that Scott could so easily pick him up was very attractive.

"We should move somewhere more..." Scott breathed as they separated for air. Lips mere inches apart.

"Private?" fWhip offered, he had no idea what would happen if anyone caught them like that. If it were Gen she'd kill him but she was in her home, sleeping.

"Comfortable," Scott smirked and fWhip yelped as he was easily picked up. Knowing Scott could pick him was even hotter than the idea itself.

He was quickly carried to Scott's rather chilly but who cared about that bedroom. And...

Scott woke up pleasantly warm and with very pleasant ache all over his body. He did not stop at just kissing fWhip. And regretted none of it even if some marks would be hard for him to hide.

Speaking of the cutely handsome dragon count. He was still asleep. Cuddled up to Scott, wrapping them both in one wing. Absolutely adorable and covered in Scott's own marks.

If only there wasn't a knock on his door just as he was about to wake up his little princess with a kiss. "Yes?" Scott groaned as fWhip started to stir awake.

"Umm... King Sausage of mythland came for his brother but we cannot find count fWhip anywhere..." The poor servant informed as fWhip yawned in the most adorable way.

"Ask him please to wait until breakfast? I can find count fWhip," Scott told him and still gave fWhip his morning kiss.

Unfortunately fWhip did not let them be late for breakfast and left for his empire shortly after. "Come by whenever you have a need for a solid nap," Scott grinned as he waved the two brothers off. He definitely caught fWhip's ears getting a bit red at his comment.

[todomatsuno]

Art by @cavematsu and old au shared with @girlymatsu and @ichikos ! The run down is tottys wife passes away after giving birth to their son, and 8 months later we fuck and it’s bad for both of us.

Tw: maternal death, intoxication, implied abusive relationships, mutual pity sex, grief and child neglect

Christmas party

You look so much like her it's insane. Todomatsu can see the similarities to the point where the differences might as well not exist.

But they do, and you pale in her memory. Like a generic copy of Todomatsu's dead wife, which is probably why he always thought about you during work.

Not to keep you in his back pocket, you weren't an option and Todomatsu would never betray the love of his life. Not for you - not for the poor man's Dani.

Your lips aren't as full as her's were, but that lipstick shade is close enough. Your complexion a bit more cool, almost murky in comparison to Dani's warm hue. Your eyelashes are not as full, but you have less laugh lines.

Even though Todomatsu never thought of you as Dani, nor Dani as you but it was easy before to tell the difference. Your voice is higher than Dani's naturally low pitch, despite being the same weight your fat pooled almost equally in your upper and lower half while Dani's shape was more a pear than hourglass.

She didn't need this much mascara, and she didn't need glasses. Dani kept her hair styled in a cute pixie that took much longer than Todomatsu would ever expect to maintain.

Under the Christmas lights Todomatsu can see all of the differences, but in the face of the similarities they might as well not exist.

You're bursting out into laughter, spitting out a bit of alcohol at a joke Osomatsu made at Todomatsu's expense. Dani would've laughed like that too, Dani had laugh lines from the amount of unadulterated joy she felt, and Todomatsu can see the hint of your overbite and beyond that your tongue. It's color and shape... Todomatsu looks away feeling flustered.

"He used to be afraid of the dark too." You lean over and push Todomatsu by the shoulder with tears in your eyes, "What?! For real?!"

A beauty mark right next to your lip, one right under your eye. Dani's mirrored the positions exactly.

Todomatsu's known you for a long time but he's never met with you outside of work. Why would he when he was so happy and in love?

You'd given him advice to relay to Dani, you'd even given him some old baby clothes before the ultrasound revealed Matsumatsu's sex. You offered tips based on your own history with a heart condition and the hardships you faced when dying during pregnancy.

But you lived and Dani did not.

"That was such a long time ago, Osomatsu-niisan. I'm not like that anymore." Todomatsu looks away again but he can't keep his eyes off of you.

You're throwing back another shot of sake and Todomatsu takes a drink of his own after each one. You keep smiling and touching him, and Todomatsu wonders would it be alright just this once?

Do you want him?

Would you care if he pretended you were Dani? After all its only been eight months, surely you'd understand the pain Todomatsu's going through. It's so hard to lose the love of your life, and Todomatsu has needs...

If you'd be willing to help him, he'd make it worth your time?

After all, aren’t you always offering to help Todomatsu out? His work, that he gratefully pushes off onto you, his child that he drops off in the early mornings so Todomatsu can sleep for at least an hour without wanting to smother the little bastard. Todomatsu let’s you give and give, and surely you want something in return.

You want him, right? For Todomatsu to repay your kindness, by letting you replace what he lost? That’s your goal, isn’t it?

Why else would you care so much? Isn’t the excuse, “I know how hard it is to lose someone,” a bit too lame? You’re divorced too, and for as long as Todomatsu’s known you, there’s this vibe of insecurity and over eagerness.

This time Todomatsu has something to give back. Maybe Todomatsu can repay you for everything you’ve done, he won’t ever promise you Dani’s place -but…can’t Todomatsu get what he really wants more than anything? You can stop doing the other favors if you need to, but this one is the most important.

Todomatsu has needs and you’re the only one left to fulfill them.

You're doubling over in laughter after Erina's pun. Dani would've shot a joke back thrice as funny without hesitation but you're choking trying to get your rebuttal out.

When you make eye contact with Todomatsu it terrifies him because that's not how his Dani smiled.

"I met your twin today at work, why didn't you tell me about her?" Todomatsu told Dani conversationally, she looked at him with confusion, "My twin?"

"Yeah another new recruite. You guys both have the same birthday and last name, it's almost as if you don't take me seriously or something."

Dani asked for the information and it turns out no, when she stared at your contact card she giggled and said, "Jesus Christ I can't expect you to remember me in a murder line up, could I?"

Simpson and Simplins. August 1st and August 2nd, in the same year too. That day when he learned these things about you Todomatsu automatically edited them in his memory so these aligned perfectly with his Dani.

Erina's talking again and Todomatsu's downing his 6th drink of the evening. He probably shouldn't have anymore.

"If you could have sex with one real person in all of history who would it be?"

The smell of gingerbread is gonna make Todomatsu sick, but jeez his dick is so hard thinking about the answer.

"My dead wife." Todomatsu's eyes begin to water and Osomatsu sucks in a breath next to Erina, he even starts scratching his cheek awkwardly. "Who died in childbirth eight months ago, I'd love to have sex with her one last time."

Just a few simple simple gestures and suddenly Dani is back in front of Todomatsu, alive and well with her swollen stomach and beautiful smile.

"My body still yearns for her." You snort immaturely next to Todomatsu, leaning over and Todomatsu slumps to the table.

"Lemme see her."

You slowly slurp from your shot glass, judging Dani critically, before swallowing the entire drink. "The ultimate downside of finding the one is she might die and leave you wanting." It's half bragging, half pure grief that has Todomatsu extending the phone towards you.

So you can see what you're being compared to. The perfection that was his Dani. You're drunk and when you finally wobble enough to sit up straight the first thing you slur is, "I pick your dead wife too."

What?

Todomatsu blanks, "She's so hot I want her to ruin me." You then snatch the phone from Todomatsu and show it to Erina, "Look how hot this dead girl is! If I knew how a threesome worked, boy say..."

You start pouring yourself another drink, but Todomatsu reaches out without thinking to stop you. He briefly tries to calculate if you're too drunk to make a move on, if it'd be wrong to try to take you home.

"What's wrong, Todomatsu-kun?" You ask, "I think you might've had enough tonight." Todomatsu gingerly pries the bottleneck from your hands.

"Don't worry, I'm actually faking this." You tell him with a wink which immediately lets Todomatsu know you've had too much. "Alright." He humors you while Osomatsu and Erina sneak off into their own little world.

"No, I definitely am." You look a lot more aware and less loopy than before. "In fact I can sound perfectly normal if I wanted to." That's a scary little trick. Your voice switches to its sober cadence.

"Are you lonely, Todomatsu-kun? I know I am these days."

Maybe Todomatsu was actually the drunk one because one moment you asked him a question, the next Todomatsu finds himself in his back on your bed.

When'd he get here, when did you take off his clothes? All Todomatsu can remember is a few disconnected sensations of pure ecstacy. Like a high he'd been chasing forever.

Todomatsu's Dani wouldn't have played coy for so long, she wouldn't have hinted at what she wanted. She wouldn't have used a joke to cover her desire.

Dani wasn't vulgar by any means, just open. She wanted Todomatsu and she let him know that without the confusion of subtly.

He can't close his eyes for this, not really. If Todomatsu closes his eyes then Dani disappears and all he'll be left with is your voice, and not her appearance.

You're beautiful in your own right, but you don't know how to touch Todomatsu like Dani could. He can still remember how she would drag her nails across his chest when she rode him. You're just clutching Todomatsu's shoulder with an unsteady grip, like you might push him away any second.

She's almost you, Todomatsu thinks when your nails hurt him. You're smiling - that's so it's familiar, your teeth catch your bottom lip just like his Dani's, and as Todomatsu lifts his pelvis you puff out like a gasp.

You say Todomatsu's name and he murmurs Danielle's. He can't look away, even as your head whips down in confusion.

"Hey?" Your voice isn't gentle, but even though it's clear you're offended you aren't shoving Todomatsu yet. You're still grinding so you can't be that mad.

"Don't call me by her name." Todomatsu shivers, so your voice can get that deep too? If he tries his best those dark freckles have their positioning flipped, and Todomatsu can pretend that the hints of your dark hair are actually a part of the ceiling.

Your glasses are pressing into Todomatsu's elbow where he's gonna keep them. You aren’t supposed to have those.

"I'm not her." Todomatsu blinks and he can't even see you anymore in his bleary vision.

"Todomatsu." You're losing your resolve quickly because Todomatsu remembers how much you loved it when he fucked you like this. "Keep up that energy, babe." Why didn’t you say it like how you’re supposed to?

Why did you say, “Please keep it up,” instead? Don’t you remember how you used to talk to Todomatsu?

Todomatsu hears your voice and corrects the mistake that goes through in ear out of the other, "I like that, Totty." Why would you say that, Dani? Of course you like that... oh Danielle... Does that feel good?

That whimper isn't right - and Todomatsu's lucky that he can't see a thing because he's sure the expression on your face doesn't match the mischievous, toothy little grin he's used to.

Todomatsu's grateful for the tears he can't wipe away, he's appreciative that your hips feel just a little lighter than before too.

When you were pregnant it was so hard to lift you like this. When you were - Todomatsu in a panic touched your stomach to make sure that little bastar- his son. Your son. Isn't there to kill you?

He sighs blissfully when he realizes your stomach is only padded with fat.

The noises he's making are harder to conceal, and you're not as passionate as before. "Please."

Todomatsu whines, "Don't make me beg, Dani." You snort, and that's his girl. Tease me, grab me by my hair and bite into my neck. Dominate me in every way, make me submit. Todomatsu's missed you so much, and he's been so good.

"C'mon now." You break the spell momentarily.

"That's not my name...This is getting uncomfortable," You still haven't stopped riding Todomatsu and he hasn't stopped pumping his pelvis into you.

"Could you actually at least not say her name?" You're mumbling something about trying to be understanding of his grief, but you're starting to feel bad.

"I know I'm not as pretty as she was, but can it just be me and you? Please?" You're cupping the bottom of Todomatsu's cheek, trying to wipe away his tears.

"You're making me feel worse than I already do." Todomatsu can hear what Dani would've say in his ears. This is getting pathetic all around, babe. If you're gonna sleep with someone else, at least do it properly. You can't triple cuck everyone involved and make it not weird.

Todomatsu swallows, trying to pick his next words carefully, he's being greedy and can tell he's not gonna get another shot at fucking Dani again.

You've finally stopped moving altogether, Todomatsu's tears have been dabbed from his cheeks and you look more terrified than he'd ever seen you at the office.

"No..." You suck in a breath, the absence of warmth will be missed but only briefly. "You're just as beautiful as she was I... you seriously look exactly like her, so I was being rude. I'm sorry."

Dani would've cussed Todomatsu out, she would've crashed her lips into his, and kissed him until he couldn't breathe. Dani didn't do jealousy, she knew she had Todomatsu wrapped around her finger and it took very little to regain his fleetingly wandering attention. That's what she did two years ago when you first showed up at the office. So Todomatsu wouldn't forget about her.

"You're not Danielle, and I know that." You settle next to Todomatsu to study the ceiling.

You're quiet.

"I don't want to be your band-aid."

That's bullshit. The selfishness in Todomatsu wants to scream hypocrite! Liar! Instead Todomatsu tilts his head up to look at your ceiling with you.

"Why not?" He asks softly so the rage in heart settles, "Isn't that the whole reason you're sleeping with me? Aren't you using me as your bandage?"

This line of thinking catches you off guard, "I wasn't imagining my ex." You defend yourself half heartedly, Todomatsu can tell you're picking your words carefully. "I didn't call you the wrong name." You don't even sound jealous.

"But you would've been here with anyone else since it's not as if you like me, or that I'm special to you." You roll over but don't kick Todomatsu out yet.

"You left your ex so you're lonely, and my wife was taken from me so now I'm lonely. Let's be each other's band-aids for tonight."

Todomatsu knows you've got one argument left in you and it's the same one he'd use in your position in order to hit under the belt.

Do you really think I'm okay with being her replacement?

No.

"Just say my name, okay?" That's such a pathetic request, and Todomatsu pitied you almost as he pities himself when you pull him ontop. "Don't call me Danielle, please." You're on the verge of tears, Todomatsu can hear just how vast that pit must be.

You sound so alone.

"I won't, Robin." You've looped your arms around Todomatsu's neck, and he kisses you tenderly when he slides between your thighs. Todomatsu understands his grief like he knows the back of his hand.

But this?

Todomatsu didn't expect to shift his attention from his own pain to the suffering of someone else. You're cautious in your neediness, like you're afraid that Todomatsu will say or do something that bruises you further. Your tongue is shy and skittish, your lips yield to Todomatsu's, you melt like snow under the warmth of his touch.

He hates having this much control. You feel so good wrapped around Todomatsu to the point where he could let you dissolve him. Swallow him whole until there's nothing left to give.

Todomatsu feels so alone.

The word slips out sincerely under Todomatsu's tongue, through his teeth and into your mouth. "Thank you so much for this." You pull away and Todomatsu murmurs them more into your neck, pressing a few kisses as he goes.

It feels so nice, so warm. "Thank you, Robin." Todomatsu pities you an incredible amount when the friction slicks, you really want to hear your name. "Thank you, Robin." You're squirming, and so much wetter.

If Todomatsu lifts your leg, you hold it there, if Todomatsu pins your hands you stay still. He can manipulate and control your body which is a freedom he's unaccustomed to. There's places to touch that Todomatsu's never felt before, new textures that he wants to explore, differences in anatomical variations. He wants to know more, to consume it. To bite, chew and swallow this novelty.

Dani wasn't submissive, Dani wasn't like this, and it's not Dani that Todomatsu is nailing to this bed. He's only been thinking of you - his Robin... No, Todomatsu tries to stake claim but it feels wrong. You're not his Robin. He doesn't own you, or can align himself with you in that regard. Todomatsu's heart still belongs in that urn sitting on the mantle of his living room. On that alter, with that picture, in the dust with his Danielle.

Danielle's Todomatsu is crying again, and you've just closed your eyes. You're ignoring Todomatsu's whimpers and sniffles, instead letting him bleed out in order to dress your own wounds.

"I love you?" You don't even sound convinced when you speak, Todomatsu can't tell if it's a poorly timed but legitimate confession, or if you're saying them in order to fulfill a fantasy.

"I love you too, Robin." Your eyes pop open wide, with the most lovely surprised smile, "You do?!" God, you ask so drunk and sweet that Todomatsu can't even feel guilty for lying.

"I always have." He plays along, that relief in your expression can't be wrong. "Ah! Th-thank you too then!"

You were wet before, and Todomatsu was enjoying fucking you but now, you're lying to Todomatsu and he's lying to you in turn. It's only been a few minutes but the sound of someone moaning his name, and saying so dishonestly honest 'I love you', while rolling their hips.

Todomatsu cums faster than he thought he would, and the second he does he breaks into a sob as he lies to you one more time, "I love you Robin." A major betrayal, and Todomatsu realizes with a jump he didn't use protection. Todomatsu cheated on the love of his life tonight and he didn't even use a condom.

You could get pregnant - Todomatsu could lose you too, he could kill you just like he killed his Dani. Todomatsu settles onto your chest, heaving hard to suppress the urge to hyperventilate. He won't throw up if he can find your heartbeat.

Todomatsu is driven by logic, there's nothing to he done at this point, if you're pregnant you'll get an abortion. He won't let you die.

Todomatsu nuzzles you until he locates your pulse. With an ear pressed Todomatsu stops choking, he stops writhing and his breathing stabilizes.

It'll be alright, Todomatsu won't make the same mistake twice. He won't.

_____________

This marriage is out of convenience since you seem hell bent on getting another kid. "Y'know, I'm kinda scared you never actually wanted to sleep with me. You just wanted to get pregnant."

Todomatsu's frustrated a bit since you only talk about the children, and work. He doesn't know a thing about you other than you love babies.

"I wouldn't have done that when I could just steal my cutie pie." You bow raspberries on Matsumatsu - Touhimatsu's cheeks. It's gonna take time getting used to, but Todomatsu is getting better at remembering his baby's new name.

Your toddler pokes Todomatsu's one year old son, then demands kisses of her own. The three of you are really affectionate, Todomatsu thinks with

envy. Over the months Touhimatsu's has become brighter of a child, now smiling at Todomatsu more than ever. He began crying and calling for mama so often you told Todomatsu you weren't leaving your son by himself.

Your son.

You claimed Touhimatsu as flesh and blood for months now, and he's come to love you as his primary caregiver. You sing to him, feed him, play, nap, change him and do all the little things Todomatsu was too tired to do with a smile. You look like his mother too, there's no denying that fact. Your physical appearance aside, the care you show for Touhimatsu is the exact amount you show for Vivi.

Touhimatsu is loved more as your son than he ever was by Todomatsu alone.

"Touuuhibibabyy!" You're singing one of your silly songs, and Vivi joins you, then Touhimatsu babbles along. The three of you start singing some love song you altered the lyrics to be appropriate for familial love.

This picnic is peaceful, the breeze is nice, Todomatsu's two children are laughing while you play a game of peakaboo, and everything feels wonderful. Todomatsu hopes the bittersweet taste will leave him soon, but for now he's glad he can witness this family. One day Todomatsu will feel apart of it by choice.

One day Todomatsu knows he'll feel happy that this is his life, one without conditions, or Dani's death as a prerequisite. One day Todomatsu will say, "I'm happy to be alive, and I love my family." and he'll mean it with his whole heart.

But for today, Danielle's Todomatsu sits with her on that mantle, in the urn, between the ribs of her shrine. He's smiling for her right now, but soon Todomatsu will smile for himself.

[eventheodds]

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity? 27. What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

a headcanon meme i can no longer find...

@angelictyphoon

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

I was originally going to go with photography, especially since it has such a rich history, and very likely the SEEDS ships would have as much about that history as possible, including the various cameras and gear, or the schematics of these cameras and other picture and video equipment, but I'm going with fashion instead.

I'm always amused at how, in the beginning, Meryl would always gripe about her work and how she was hoping to get something nice as compensation—like a Gucci or Prada bag, because even on a hostile alien planet, <insert "you can't fight crime if you ain't cute" meme here.>

She dresses pretty feminine compared to Milly's state of dress but then that shifts when things start really going sideways further in TriMax, but she's always loved the history of fashion and she'd be the sort to look through fashion-centric magazines and books, probably would have, at one point, cut out images on things she liked and made some kind of vision board—because she'd totally make a vision board of her goals and what she wanted. And what would have started out as something she'd enjoy perusing as a pass-time became her delving further into Earth's history on fashion around the world, across time and different cultures, how trends came and went, what materials were most popular, etc.

Despite her shift in careers at the end of TriMax into journalism, she'd talk someone's ear off about fashion and what her favourite eras would be, if given the chance to wear clothing from those decades.

Among her favourites would be the late 70s and the early to mid 90s. Especially, with the latter, the tights and short dresses and knee-high boots. And with the bob/pixie cut she likes to sport would go well with the 90s look.

27. What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

This would have been while working for the Bernardelli Insurance Agency, and said present was gifted by a colleague that she didn't really speak to all that much aside from cordial office chatter.

Their gift to Meryl had been a picture frame—which was rather nice—but the comment they had made didn't sit well with her which was regarding her family, or the lack of family photos on her desk. Whereas with Milly, the entire office could see those photographs pinned to and around Milly's desk like some tapestry, and Meryl didn't like how she was being compared to by this colleague for not having photographs of anyone on her desk as all her other colleagues had.

In very Meryl fashion, she accepted his gift with a tight smile and when she knew his back was turned, flipped him double birds and stuck out her tongue.

She had then placed the empty frame in the drawer of her desk and it was never seen again as those offices don't exist anymore. That frame was probably ground to dust, along with everything else in the area. Oops...

[a-tale-of-legends]

You know I feel like I'm just giving the Legendverse rivals longer hair as time goes on. If not that then I'm cutting it.

Blue is pretty much the same as it's always been so I'm not counting him. Same hors for Hugh cause idk what the fuck to do with that hair anyway....same for Barry.

Wally ends up growing out his hair slightly, being able to put it into a tiny ponytail. Silver's hair also grew out compared to his he had it in hgss ( it was only up to his neck, now it's down his back). He switches from leaving it out or having a ponytail. He might have an undercut I have yet to decide.

Bianca cut her hair a bit. She either leaves it in a bob, puts it in a ponytail or she cuts it into a cute pixie cut. Cheren, after some encouragement, grew out his hair. He wears it in a low ponytail with an orangish red bow. N did a spur of the moment hair cut after looking in the mirror too long ( feared he looked too much like Ghetsis). Jazz( the twins mom) helped him cut it properly. He now doesn't hate his hair being long, but really likes it short so he's keeping it for now.

Hau I feel his hair stays relatively the same. Well, I can see his hair growing longer, but not super long. Gladion on the other hand grows out his hair a lot and keeps it in a ponytail or messy bun ( bun usually seen in his Aether Foundation wear). Lillie is not a rival but I'm gonna talk about her anyway. Her hair has changed s lot over the years. During her time in Kanto and for usum she actually cuts her hair with an undercut and adopts a more alt fashion akin to her brother. As they get older she probably grows it out again but keeps the blue streak in her hair. Her longer hair is in a cute braid.

....okay I'll be honest, I haven't thought that far with the XY and Swsh rivals. Shauna I can see growing it out ever so slightly, and changing the style of her hair. But Trevor and Tierno I have no clue. For the swsh rivals I haven't thought past Bede growing out his hair, wearing it in a low ponytail+ bow like Cheren but the ponytail kinda goes over his shoulders + one of his eyes being covered by the hair cause why not. Marnie and Hop are kinda difficult for me to pin down right now. I've seen lots of fanart of them as adults but I'm not 100% sure for me though. So they're a work in progress.

So yeah! Most of the Legendverse rivals end up either growing out or cutting their hair. Makes sense, time has passed so they all might want some change, but it kinda funny to me that hair growth or haircuts are the default for me it seems lol.

[lakesbian]

with the obligatory disclaimer that these ratings pertain to my opinions on these peoples reads of his design and not of their artstyles or artistic abilities themselves:

i like the nose and the mandatory curly black hair is there but he looks too heterosexual and okay with being alive. scans as some generic normal highschooler instead of something with something unfixably wrong w him. that's john-paul. 3/10

drawings that are extremely informative as to the artists opinion on his morality. i like the slightly longer hair but it's not curly. the expression is cute and the littleguyness is good also but hes overall serving manic pixie evil straight boy and not gayass with something wrong with him. humbly requesting that people stop giving him this one generic dress shirt. he wouldn't wear that. 3/10, could be higher if the shirt was gayer

hair isn't curly but it's at least wavy. he looks like a little freak (this is very good). automatic bonus point applied for the background aisha. sufficiently gay and stupid little shirt design. puckish but the obligatory haunted doll look in the eyes is still there. appropriately childish looking too, he's distinctly a little guy. he would like this one because he would think it makes him look cool (and aisha is there). 8/10

creative and fun experimentation with alec's outfit is always an automatic bonus point even if he wouldnt actually wear it. love the design here. again not black curly hair but still understanding the importance of giving him Fancy Little Outfits and thats helping to carry some of his Energy. i can see how this is a regent someone could have in their mind palace. 6/10, would be higher with appropriate hair

at first i was like "love the fake armor abs on the obviously teensy guy thats really good" but then i opened the full image and saw they draw taylor like this

so now i'm scared maybe they're supposed to be real abs? no they probably aren't. they probably aren't. we at least have black hair this time, and of the ideal alec length, but not curly. nice classic gay poofy little outfit and i always enjoy the more simplistic mask designs 4 him. it's a little strange designwise that the shirt is cropped short enough to show midriff but 7/10 overall for the general pose & costuming carrying his Energy (<- choosing to believe the abs are fake on purpose) (theres another drawing they did of taylor where she looks really endearingly lanky and freaky so idk whats going on w the other one. the thigh gap and cutesy pose...please)

a classic. so close to curly, so close. right general shape and length though. almost feels a little too perfect--i like how the first 7/10 is like...fairly conventionally attractive/what Would be deemed a pretty boy, but is distinctly sort of exhausted and sunken looking. some clear eyebags & more haunted-freaque looking eyes could bump this up to a solid 9/10 or mayhaps even a 10/10. outfit could do with some more visible poof but theres not much visible, to be fair to it. maybe the sleeves are gay as hell i wouldnt know i cant see them. good coronet design i definitely think thats basically what its like. i do like how pensive he is. 7/10 ijust wish he was less healthy looking

sorry this one is kind of hard to see so small but ive comitted to the bit of just posting the gallery screenshots at this point. youve probably seen this one in full its old. this is a very 2014-era regent but i think it carries charm. we have a Curly Haired Regent! and he's unpleasantly pale and his costume is all poofy and he's got moles/beauty marks [confetti noises]. and again, automatic bonus point for aisha being there. he is NOT taller than her and this is a [scared] you guys think aisha is that lightskinned? moment but, like, overall feels like a very charming encapsulation of their dynamic in the book. i'm always a little mixed on this alec because it's not at all how he looks To Me but there are all the necessary ingredience in there. and i do enjoy how the artist achieved their goal of trying 2 emulate oldschool comic vibes. feels like the style undersiders Should be drawn in and maybe thats it feels True To The Boy to me. 8/10 honestly. it's true to the boy! its not the boy in My mind palace but it is the boy. which is funny because:

the local brockton bay wards are going to have a homophobic slur to say about this one. curly black hair. 10/10

thats john-paul. 2/10 at least he looks bored and theres a puppet motif

automatic bonus point for aisha and a cute aisha at that and i like the crown but the outfit, as in many cases, feels too generic-masc-suit-y. nice to see him happy but honestly just does not capture how Fifteen he is enough--not enough baby fat. 4/10 some of the necessary ingredience are there but i think the design needs a few more gos to scan coherently as him instead of a stunt double with less chronic depression. that is a good aisha though

had to zoom all the way in to see this one. That is John-Paul. Brown hair. Short brown hair. Generic masc suit. I would guess this was accord fanart before alec if i didn't see the grue in the bg and the scepter. beautiful artstyle and painting but 0/10 who is that

i should rate every drawing of alec on the worm wiki by how faggy it is

[me1ancho1y-b1iss]

Her Robin and His Little Ladybug Ch. 2

 Ao3                  Chapter 1          Chapter 2 

As soon as Marinette spoke it set off absolute chaos, everyone started talking at once, asking questions and demanding answers from the small girl. Eventually Bruce, now as Batman, spoke up. 

“ENOUGH.”  Bruce demanded of everyone in the room. 

Silence was all that remained where if a pin was dropped it could be heard. Both parties, Marinette and the bats stared at each other, until Bruce finally spoke again. 

“Who are you?” he asked Marinette. 

“I believe I asked a question first” Marinette smarted back. Jason snorted as Damian glared at her. 

“Answer our questions harlot.” Damian spoke as he glared at her. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” 

Dick or rather Nightwing now, spoke next. “Come on baby bird, be nice, we don't know her and she doesn’t look like she knows us.” 

“That’s exactly the point Grayson! We don’t know her, or how she appeared in the cave!” Damian grimaced as he glanced back at Dick. 

“Codenames, baby bird.” Dick muttered 

Hi! I’m Nightwing! OMG, you're so cute and tiny! You're in the batcave, this is Robin, that's Red Hood, over there is Red Robin, standing there with the death glare is Batman, and finally sitting at the batcomputer in the wheelchair is Oracle!”  

“Uhh… Hi.” Marinette waved. Dick visibly cooed at her while the rest of the bats just stood there. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m from Paris, France.” She said as if that would answer all their  questions. 

Realization spread on Bruce's face as he realized what happened. He realized that this must be the work of the Akumas the league was investigating. 

“You said you’re from Paris, correct? Batman asked Marinette. At her nod he continued. “So this must be the work of an Akuma” 

Marinette nodded. “The last thing I heard before I was transported here was a loud voice yelling, that people should treasure their relationships and that people should be able to have soulmates… or something like that, I don't really know, I wasn’t really paying attention as I was suddenly transported here with no warning.” she muttered the last part under breath but the bats still heard her. 

After around five seconds of total silence, Jason started cackling loudly. “You, tiny little pixie is apparently Demon Spawn’s soulmate. Yeah, I doubt that…” Jason spoke, and started laughing again. 

After Jason said that, all of the rest of the bats realized what she said and started snickering, except for Bruce and Damian, who just stood in front of Marinette with his mouth wide open gaping at her. 

Dick asked a question next. “Wait, what’s an Akuma, and if it's powerful enough to actually locate someone’s soulmate and send them here, Why doesn’t the league know about this? Dick asked, looking back at Bruce. 

“The league is aware of the situation. It’s on a need to know basis, and only certain members are aware. Wonder Women, Superman, Aqua Man and myself are the ones aware as the situation is extremely delicate and dangerous. 

Paris has their own heros, that have been handling the situation extremely well and there has been no need to interfere. Wonder Woman has gone out and has spoken to the heroes. They are aware that if they need any help that can contact the justice league and we will send out a member to help aid them.” 

When Bruce was done speaking, the rest of the bats were sort of shocked they weren’t aware of anything happening Paris this year or any year at all. 

Barbara immediately put it into the Batcomputer and pulled up one of Marinette’s old fights. As Marinette watched the fight with the rest of the bat’s, she cringed. She remembered the fight, perhaps she remembered it too well. It was her third battle with Evillustrator. Nathaniel managed to remember that he could draw whatever he wanted. 

He turned all of Paris into a war zone. He managed to draw himself an all powerful army with a stock supply of weapons. The battle lasted almost a full day and was one of the most lethal with over 1 million dead. The second deadliest behind Syren. 

As the video ended all the people in the room turned to marinette with a shocked look on their faces. 

Dick was the first to speak. “You deal with this all the time?” he whispered in a scared tone 

“Usually they’re not that bad. That was the second deadliest attack Paris ever had, the first being Syren. All of the effects of the damage is reversed by the ‘miraculous ladybug,’ Ladybug, the main hero announces that after she broke the object where the akuma was hidden. As soon as she throws up her ‘lucky charm’ and says that phrase all damage from the attack gets reversed.” 

“What a Lucky charm? You said it helps clear all the damage, so what does it do?” Tim spoke next. 

Marinette nodded as she said, “ The Lucky Charm is something that Ladybug calls on during the battle. It’s usually just a seemingly random object, but as soon as she calls on it the battle usually doesn’t last any longer than three minutes.” 

“What are the other heroes' powers?” Tim asked again. 

“Chat Noir has the power of destruction, just as ladybug has the power of creation. All Chat Noir has to do is simply say ‘cataclysm’ and he's able to destroy anything he touches.” 

Again all the bats, except for Batman himself, started at Marinette, with wide eyes. 

“How old are the heroes’ because to me they don’t look to be any older than the demon spawn’s age. Also how long has this been going on? Jason asked of Marinette, in a demanding tone. 

“All anyone can do is speculate the ages, due to the magic, but many say they have to be around 18 - 20 years old.” Marinette said in a rather confident voice

“And how long has this been happening?” Jason asked again in a tone that made Marinette take an unconscious step back. 

“A-about four years.” Marinette said, with her voice trembling a little bit. 

“So the heroes would have been about 13- 15 give or take when they first started given the assumptions are correct…?” 

At her nod, Jason started pacing back and forth yelling, “FUCKING HELL, what the fuck they’re kids, they were babies when they started and they have to deal with the saving the fucking world every fucking week. I admit I was young too when I started, but it was my own choice and I got FUCKING killed for it!” 

‘That’s why he has such a tainted soul, it absolutely reeks of destruction and creation magic, I’ll have to talk to Tikki later to see if we can get rid of it’ Marinette thought wisely. 

“B, why in the everloving hell did you let fucking kids fight in a goddamn war alone?!” Jason yelled at Bruce while still pacing the floor of the batcave. 

“Hood, they are only one able to fight in these battle, no matter what we do, we would not be able to fight, the best we do is investigate the villain. 

Hawkmoth, the super terrorist, is the one creating the akamus. We find him, we stop the akumas.”

“You mean we just sit here while these kids are out fighting and there’s absolutely nothing we can do?” Tim spoke up, finally finding the courage to speak. 

Batman simply shook his head.

A/N: ok, so like I have five chapters of this posted on ao3 if you want to read it there, (im taking a minute to post it on tumblr bc im lazy. ok) Also I swear I’m working on chapter 6, i'm just stuck on a particular scene and its taking a minute to figure out how I want to transition. on a side note this fic is honestly just something that my brain decided it would be a good idea to write at 2am so like don't expect too much.  (sorry for the rant)

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[the-fiction-witch]

Playing with your hair

REAL LIFE

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I sat on the sofa flicking though the channels on the tv, the blanket around me tightly, our cat cosmos sat on the other half of the sofa, I picked up my big polar bear mug having the last few sweet drops of my cup of tea. The warm log burner flickering at my feet, the sky darkening outside. I wanted another cup but I glanced to the clock on the wall above the dinning table, Thomas will be home soon so I won't bother to make another cup Thomas will want a coffee or a tea when he gets home and he'll likely be home soon he was only going on a photoshoot today. 

I heard the sounds of his motorbike revving down the street, Cosmos jumped off the sofa and headed towards his usual perk on the windowsill looking out to the driveway watching for then Thomas' bike would return to the drive way, I heard the noise much longer and it suddenly stopped I smiled holding my mug closer as I heard the door open and cosmos started meowing "Y/n?" He called 

"Hi Thomas" I called back "Coffee?" 

"Ohh you are an angel" He smiled "Yes please"

"Coming right up" I smiled getting up and going to the kitchen while he got all his gear off in the hall "How was the shoot?" I asked 

"Alright, got some nice shots and such." he shrugs "How was your day angel?"

"I watched a whole game of thrones season"

"Awww, we both had a good day" 

"Yeah we did, Cosmos is still pissed at you by the way"

"You where the one that made me take him"

"Yes because I'm here all day and you go places, so if he's mad at you it's easier to deal with then him being mad at me"

"I know, I'm sorry cosmos. Mummy made me take you to the vet. I didn't want to mummy made me do it"

"Nope he's still pissed at you" I giggled 

"Just mad I'm the one who took him"

"And because you have what he doesn't"

"That's a good point" He says leaning on the kitchen door and I had a little bit of a heart attack "what?"

"What... what has happened to your hair?"

"Ohh they curled it for the shoot"

"Hu...."

"Is it okay? or do you want me to go wash my hair and put it back to normal?"

"No, I like it. You look cute" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss and handing him his coffee 

"Aww thank you angel" He smiled giving my lips a little kiss "what do i look like?"

"Like a pixie"

".... thanks?"

"I like pixies" 

"You are so mean to me sometimes" he sighed heading back to the living room with his coffee

"What! I like pixies!" I smiled 

"That doesn't mean you should call your boyfriend one" He sighed

"Would you rather I called you sexy?" I giggled following him and cuddling him from behind 

"I would" he smirked "Id rather you call me sexy all the time?"

"You are sexy all the time"

"Aww thank you angel, so do you like my hair?"

"Very much," I smiled tugging them along to the staircase and up to our bedroom, he smirked excitedly as I pushed him in our bed and then went around to my side and climbed in "movie time" I giggled

"Ooh... I thought we where gonna, have fun?"

"Maybe later' I smiled

"Alright angel, movie time" he smiled tucking the covers around us both and getting cosy cuddled up together as we picked a movie out on netflix, I smiled nuzzling into Thomas' chest as usual he smiled holding me close to him often giving my head kisses. I moved my hand up to his neck which didn't even attract his attention and as I did I moved my hand to gently play with the little locks on the edge of his hair, playing with the spring of his curls giggling all the while, "what are you up to?" He laughs noticing my giggles

"Playing with your hair"

He shot me a questionable look before he sighed and moved to lay on his back but still see the tv, with his head in my lap "go nuts"

"Yay! Thank you Thomas" I giggled sitting and winding my fingers around his curls, gently playing with his hair as we watched the movie cosmos wondered in and sat on the window sill a while later, until Thomas spoke up

"Oww" he complained as I had clearly moved to hard or something

"Sorry Thomas"

"Am I to take it you like my hair like this?"

"It's fun, and new"

"Is it now? Maybe... It's my turn for a little fun" he smirked giving my thighs some kisses

"Oh? What sort of fun?"

"You'll find out angel" he smirked moving to kneel infront of me giving my lips a gentle kiss, I happily kissed back my hands instantly migrating back to playing with his hair as we passionately kissed, he pulled back and bit his lip a little before moving the covers away from me, he knelt down and yanked me down the bed so my head was on the pillow making me giggle like crazy as he now sat between my legs he smirked at me as he began pressing kisses up my legs I giggled Innocently the higher he got till he moved my dress and began kissing my panties "this sort of fun what you want?" He asked

"Yes please"

"Alright angel" he winked pulling my panties off my legs with his teeth he pushed my thighs apart and moved close he attacked my clit with kisses and licks, making sure to kiss every inch that he could of me, he focused his attention in my clit, licking, kissing and sucking, as he pushed his two long fingers inside me gently and slowly finger fucking me in time with his kisses I gasped and groaned feeling the bubbles of pleasure it caused me, holding his hair and twisting my fingers around the curls like a 80's movie girl would around a phone cord playing with his hair all the time he kissed me, often tugging on it when I wanted him to go faster or slower, I knew I was getting close and so did he so he became more mercilous I tugged his hair often to make him slow but he ignored me, I tightened my thighs around his head and pulled his hair hard as I hit my orgasum, he smirked against me and let me ride it out before he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand "happy angel?"

"Very happy" I smirked grabbing his shirt and flipping us over so he laid on the bed he smirked immediately picking up in what I was doing to him, I undid his jeans and Agressively pulled them off his legs along with his boxers revealing his hard six inch cock, his hand went to the draw but I stopped him "not tonight" I smiled making him look very excited, as I moved over him and slowly slipped down till he was as deep inside me as possible

"Ughh fuck angel!" He groans twitching and grinding as he got settled "you hardly ever let me go raw, somebody must really like my hair" he smirked trying to kiss me but I pushed him back resting my hand on his stomach and bouncing moving my hips so he moved from just the very tip to his base over and over he held my neck pulling my head to rest on his, the other on my butt. I went quickly already feeling how close he was "fuck angel! I love when you ride me y/n!" He groans lost in his own world a little I smirked and pulled his head to nuzzle with my breasts which me was very happy to do so, and it let me play around with his hair some more until he moved up hard and grabbed my hips finishing as deep inside me as possible slightly leaving a hiki in my breasts where he didn't wanna moan "... I love you angel"

"Love you too Thomas" I giggled letting him pull out and we both collapsed on our own sides of the bed just as we did I heard a pop up on the tv netflix was asking if we where still watching

"Ohh fuck off netflix we were busy" he smirked turning the tv off "so? I take it you like when I curl my hair then?"

"Very much" i giggled nuzzling into his chest

"Good, because it takes an hour and a curling iron"

"..... Well that can fuck off." I said back

[yelenayena]

Love Game part 1

Pairing: Yelena x fem!reader

Genre: Lemon, non!AU

A/N: This is my very first fanfic. Sorry if it's bad, but I hope you like and enjoy reading this story. The period in this story is after Pixis visited Yelena to talk abt that she met Eren secretly. I'm poor at grammar, and this is the first story I have written in English, so I’m sorry if they're a lot of mistakes I made in my writing. Feel free to give me some advice in English so I can learn and write better in the future 💜

Summary: You live in the same house as Yelena in Paradis as a maid. You adore Yelena, but you thought she wasn't attracted to you at all. The day after she talked with Pixis on the balcony, she eventually talks to you and tries to tease you.

Warning: Smut, +18!!

Imagine if you work as a maid in the house where Yelena lived in Paradis. Idk guys, but my head is full of imagination, picturing Yelena having an affair with a cute maid. I think it’ll be a naughty sweet story for Yelena to have fun with her maid, with you, when she lived in the great house as her prison cell. So let's begin the story!

It’s been a while since you were working as a servant in the great house, especially to watch over a special prisoner, Yelena. Of course, this job was recommended by the Garrison Commander, Dot Pixis, and you took this offer because the salary is worth it.

The house is on the outskirts of the Trost District. It's a beautiful country house with nice scenery, but the atmosphere isn't as beautiful as the place. It’s always bitterly cold and rigid, with several military soldiers who hold a gun in their arms to guard the house.

One time you cleaned the window, you were talking to yourself that you were admiring the view outside the window. You didn't realize her presence behind your back. She then replied to your words and said, “the panorama may be nice, but it doesn't mean anything if I was kept in custody. It feels like I chained to the guard here,” she walked away and left you in that room. It was the first words she has ever said to you.

You know she’s an outsider. You know she came from far away, a place where your people call it as ‘enemies of the Eldian’. You heard the rumors about her, some say she's an enemy, some say she's an ally. That’s why her movements were extremely restricted and she was guarded by soldiers strictly.

After working in that house for months and keeping an eye on her, you no longer cared about the rumors. Instead, you put an interest in her. Who can ignore the big-beauty-badass queen who has 6’7” in height? Her presence had a strong impact on you, but you can only admire her from a distance. You are just a servant, and she doesn't seem attracted to you.

The day after you saw Yelena talked to Pixis on the balcony. It’s still early in the morning, and you're ready to clean the house. You entered the living room, you found her sitting on the ladderback chair near the window. You were surprised she was inside the room, she leaned against her chin while she was seeing the view out there. She barely talks to you, even when you smiled at her, she barely smiles back. You don't really mind her conduct, you just want to focus on your work. But sometimes, you feel so sorry for her because she looks so lonely, you also wonder what she was thinking about.

You didn't say anything to her but tidy up the books on the table immediately in the living room. One of the things you already know about her is, she likes to read books. You place the books on the bookshelf, then you clean up the table with a napkin.

“I wonder why a young and beautiful girl like you want to do a dirty job like that.” You heard the voice, and it came from her mouth. You widened your eyes, you were shocked because she talked to you so suddenly.

You turned your body to stare at her, “what you said dirty work, I say it's a noble work,” you replied. “I help you to live conveniently in this house."

“With a big salary?” she asked, skepticism painting her tone.

With a surprised look on your face, you sighed and smiled, “well, you're right at the point, but I need to make a lot of money to survive in this cruel world. Now, with all due respect, let me continue my work, Ma’am.” You try to focus on your work again, but you can't help your mind with curiosity, how can she know about the salary, did Pixis tell her? That damned old-baldy man!

“Where do you come from?” she asked you again. Without turning the body, “Trost District is my hometown,” you answered.

“What do you usually do on your day off?” although she asked you several questions, she looked at you expressionlessly. You turn your body again, “are you investigating me?” you asked carefully.

“No. I’m bored and I just need someone to talk to,” she replied quickly. “The guards never answer my question, so maybe you can be my company,” she told you.

You felt an odd vibration on your body after you listened to her last words. You also felt delighted that finally, she wants to talk to you. Later if she can be your comrade, perhaps you can ask her what the world is like outside the wall, something you're very curious about.

“I usually go to my parents’ house to take them out for lunch or dinner, I love having quality time with them,” you replied.

With her big beautiful dark blue eyes, she stared in amazement at you. “That’s weird,” she said.

After you heard her words, you can't hold yourself not to giggle, “I’m sorry for my attitude,” you spoke with great difficulty when you were still giggling. “But your words are very contrary to the facial expression you've shown to me."

“It’s strange. I didn't feel offended by your attitude because you're so cute when giggling,” then she gave you a little smile.

To be continued...

Preview part 2:

Yelena: I always wonder, are you dating someone?

You: N- no.

Yelena: Then mind if I give you a goodnight kiss?

See you tomorrow! :)

NEXT

[polyamorousmisanthrope]

📷I took five minutes to vacuum my closet the other day. It was part of my routine cleaning, no big deal. It was just a quick thing to check off on my cleaning list. I removed some boxes of stuff in the bottom, a few pairs of slippers, and vacuumed. I replaced the stuff and went on with my---

No. I didn't.

No, I looked at the bottom of the closet in a state of shock and burst out laughing.

I have spent a large portion of my life trying to get organized. When I was a child, "cleaning my room" really did mean tossing everything I could think of where to put it in a closet so that it looked tidy when Mom poked her head in. I was the child with the cubby under the desk in grade school so stuffed with papers and junk that it was simply impossible to add or find anything.

This level of disorganization bothered and embarrassed me. It really hurt and made me feel like a failure.

As a teenager, my backpack also became a mess of papers, random items, books, and paraphernalia (no, not that kind. In many ways, I was hopelessly square)

As an adult, it wasn't much better. My desk was full of bills to be paid, papers I didn't want to face, things that were vaguely sentimental but not enough to display anywhere. My closet?

That was still the place where I hid stuff I didn't have a place for but wanted the room at least to appear a little tidy.

How long from a stuffed closet to a tidy closet?

It took about thirty years.

I wasted a lot of that time, though. I addressed it in cycles. "Starting now, I'm finally going to get organized!" I'd spend several hours a day over a few weeks cleaning, organizing, and playing possessions Tetris with my home. After a month or so, know what? The house would look great!

Then, inevitably, the house would no longer look great. I'd clean the kitchen well enough to prevent food poisoning, but more than that? Not so much.

Ever done that? C'mon, it's okay. We all have.

Being tidy over time is all about consistent action.

You can, indeed, get the house clean with heroic effort, just as you can work really hard to train for an athletic event.

The problem comes in when you do something intense for a short period. As I mentioned in my last post, heroic effort is unsustainable.

Several of my favorite housekeeping systems (Flylady and Unfuck Your Habitat) talk about starting very small – shining your sink or making your bed. They are so right!

It's not about getting tidied or organized quickly. It's about developing consistent habits. For a lot of people, that's enough.

But for some…

Executive dysfunction can interfere with consistency.

If you have organizational or distraction issues, habits may not be enough. Autism, ADHD, and a host of other neurodivergent issues centered around executive dysfunction make it hard to do things that seem pretty obvious to the neurotypical person. What? You need to wash the dishes after a meal? No kidding. Go do it!

As I was writing this article, I broke for dinner. Guess what is in my sink right now?

I thought about it, got up, scrubbed the pan a little, realized it needed to soak some more, and sat back down here to write. Sure, sure, I'll get to it after I finish this, no biggie. But if my sink was full of dishes other than that pan, if I had laundry on my sofa, a desk drawer full of unaddressed bills, and my phone beeping that I needed to get up and get my car to the garage to get the brakes done, would I be getting back to that pan in any reasonable amount of time?

*Hollow laugh*

People with executive dysfunction issues can find their problems painful.

Maybe some people laugh and think it's cute to be disorganized. It never felt cute to me. It hurt because I had a hard time doing what I wanted to do. I was utterly desperate to get my life under control. Completely and utterly desperate from the time I was nine years old. That's a heavy load.

Jokes about executive dysfunction aren't cute.

I know the whole "squirrel!" joke about distractibility is mean to make people feel better and okay with themselves. I never wanted to be okay with chaos. I wanted the chaos to stop. It hurt. It interfered with accomplishing what I wanted to. It was exhausting. It used up time I wanted to spend on other things. I wanted a clean canvas so that when I jumped from obsession to obsession to obsession, I could feel like I was using that time intelligently rather than as a distraction from things that were bothering me.

Late fees, court cases, and lost jobs aren't cute, either.

There's an ADHD vlogger that I really like named Jessica McCabe. She's brilliant and adorable, and being a little bit of the manic pixie thing is part of her brand. It gets people to listen to broad issues of executive dysfunction. People will accept and listen to that stuff sometimes and find it palatable if someone is small and young and cute. (She's a LOT older than her looks or mannerisms would indicate, by the way).

So, the brilliant part. Quite sure McCabe knows what she's doing with that because sometimes she drops the adorable thing. The pain of being disorganized or having a hard time directing attention is very, very clear. If she weren't so cute, it would be unlikely as many people would listen to the important things she is saying. There's more to her than cute by a long shot. (And don't get me started on the sexism of it).

But that whole "cute" thing about disorganization. It's not so cute when unpaid bills land you in court. That has happened to me. With money in the BANK, that has happened to me! (Or without money. *shrugs* That, too). It's not cute when you have to buy a car at interest rates that are close to what you'd pay on a credit card. Yeah, that's happened, too. That we're in good financial shape now is a miracle.

There is a cultural narrative of *giggle* *giggle* "I'm so distractable!" to try to ameliorate the pain of being disorganized. Know what? It's not funny. It hurts.

Proscriptive solutions won't work.

I use a Bullet Journal just about with the out-of-the-box method that Ryder Carrol posted in that first video he did about it. I tried it, and it clicked.

Know what wouldn't have clicked? Someone making me do it when I was fifteen.

This is where you, if you have problems with executive dysfunction, might wonder if I can provide an answer for you. Know what? I can't.

I can say, "You need a Bullet Journal." I mean, I'll think it. I wouldn't say it. Know why? It won't necessarily work for you.

What I will say is that you need to find methods that work for you.

"Okay, smartybrat," I hear you cry, "if you can't offer a solution, what do I do?"

Create systems that support you

This is going to look different depending on how you think. Does a beepy reminder go bing! and prompt you to do stuff? Do you like to have a menu of tasks that you choose from depending on how easily they grab your attention in the moment?

What primes you to take action?

What plans have you followed through on (c'mon, you do have some if you're alive past 20), and what about them made you feel good?

My husband doesn't use a Bullet Journal. He plans his day using a calendar app. If there's an interrupt to a task, he'll move it to another free time. When you first try this, I strongly encourage you to multiply your estimation of task time by at least four until you get good at estimating how long something will take. If you have executive dysfunction issues you're struggling with, I'd bet at least a nickel that you're not good at estimating how long things take yet.

What stops you from taking action? Can you remove the interrupts?

A simple example would be to take the dirty clothes hamper's lid off if that's enough to discourage you from tossing your clothes in the hamper. Still, I'm not talking about "Tips 'n Tricks" here. I hate tips 'n tricks! They're like taking a Tylenol when you cut off your leg. You need to extrapolate that to life systems to support how you want to live.

Your system is useless until you define "good enough."

I could skip the next two or three times I need to vacuum my closet, and I wouldn't care. If I get to it every year or so, it's absolutely good enough. "Good enough" means I address my paperwork file once a week and clear it out. I don't have to do it every day unless I feel like it. "Good enough" is walking for five minutes on the hour around my living room until I get my 10,000 steps in. I don't have to walk for three miles unless I want to. "Good enough" is spreading up the bed and tossing the shams at the head. I don't have to bounce a quarter off the damn thing unless I get a wild hare to do that sometimes. Don't give yourself an image of perfection you have to attain, or you'll do nothing.

It's okay for "good enough" to change

Remember how it took thirty years to get to vacuuming a closet? There was a time when that chore wasn't on the "good enough" list, and ya know what? That's fine. Have your "good enough" be slightly, but only slightly, ahead of what you're currently doing if you want to make improvements. Incremental improvements over time, and I mean decades, are pretty dramatic when you look back.

Good enough can stay good enough

My exercise parameters have me getting in an average of 10,000 steps a day as measured over a month. That is never going to change. If the Spirit moves me, I'll do more. But I'm not going to keep raising the bar over and over and over. This is it. I'm good. I'm maintaining.

It takes decades to get your life in order. What small thing will you do today?

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-One

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I pour dog food into Whisky's bowl, hearing his little paws smack against the floor as he rushes into the kitchen, his collar rattling and his excited panting greeting me when I feel his tongue licking at my arm.

"Good morning." I say to him, patting at his head before he starts eating. 

Once he's finished I'm picking him up as  Nikki comes in, scratching another thing off his to-do list. 

When he steps by me I grab at his hand to stop him and he shakes his head. 

"Nah, I don't need dog hair on me, babe." He grins, dodging me and I follow him. 

"But, daddy, look at this cute little face." I hold the puppy out to him, giving my best puppy dog eyes and Nikki raises a brow. 

"Whisky, tell mommy she can't call me 'daddy' because it'll make me wanna do stuff to her that I don't have time to do right now." He warns, grabbing his packed suit case. 

"We're about to leave for a couple months, Nikki, and he'll be at obedience school. At least hold him for a minute so he won't forget we love him." I suggest and Nikki blinks at me. "I'll give you a blowjob on the way to the airport." I add. 

"Aww, boy, am I gonna miss you!" He takes the happy little Whisky from me and holds him, kissing at his head and calling him a "good boy." "Viv, he's gonna be the best lookin' little stud muffin in that place." He tells me. 

"Speaking of which, maybe they'll figure out a way to combat the humping." I say and Nikki looks at me.

"We're not getting him fixed."

"Are we going to breed him or something?" 

"No, I just don't wanna take his balls, Viv. He's a man's man. He's a good boy. Not a good 'kinda/sorta' boy." 

"He's gonna be more prone to hump anything and everything, and pee on everything more than normal and it'll be a struggle to take him anywhere with other dogs because he'll wanna misbehave."

"Exactly, it'll be like me as a dog." He explains with a smile. "Just look at him, babe. He wants to be just like daddy." 

"Okay, well, if he isn't fixed as soon as he can be, daddy isn't allowed to even breathe the same air as mommy until he gets neutered." I take Whisky back and Nikki cuts his eyes at me. 

"You use your pussy as a like a 'get out of jail free' card anytime you want something and it's annoying." He tells me and I raise my brows. 

"If it's so annoying, why haven't you just put your foot down already?" I ask him, putting Whisky back down on the floor. 

"Because I like the fear of never getting between your legs again. It's thrilling." He jokes and I roll my eyes. 

"Shut up and pack." I chuckle, nudge at him. 

"I'm packed." He states. 

"Four shirts, two pairs of pants, and a Bowie record, isn't 'packed', Nikki." 

"It is when you have money to buy everything else when you get to your destination." He states. 

I ignore him and grab my suit case, about to pack my own stuff. 

When I come back from my closet, two of my bikinis I only wear at home are already laying in the bottom of my suitcase and I look at Nikki, picking the neon pink and bright purple bathing suits up. 

"I already told you earlier, I'm not bringing these, Nikki." I tell him. 

"Why not?"

"The top barely covers my nipples and my boobs spill out, and the bottoms aren't much better."

"But I bought those for you." He reminds me.

"And I like wearing them here, when nobody else is around." 

"At least pack them just in case." 

"Nikki--"

"--Don't argue, Viv. Trust me, you're gonna want them." He says. 

"Fine." I give in, packing them, and my more modest bikinis, before packing clothes and essentials. 

When I come back with pads and tampons, there's articles of lingerie I've never seen before.

"Nikki." I look at him, holding up a scarlett red number with ribbons that criss-cross down the back and tie in a bow where the base of my spine should go. "Are you up to something?" 

"What?" 

"What are you planning?" I ask him and he scrunches his face up. 

"Nothing, baby, I just thought you'd look pretty in that while I'm knocking your hips lose." He shrugs casually. 

"You hate me wearing lingerie while we're fooling around because it interferes with your ability to see everything." I point out.

"Just accept it. And pack it. Because you'll want it." He mumbles. 

"I know you're up to something, Sixx." I accuse him and he shakes his head. 

"No, I'm not up to anything." He denies.

"Skimpy swimsuits, expensive lingerie, sketchy phone calls with Fred...you're up to something."

"Nope. I'm just looking forward to all the time we're gonna spend together on this tour, is all." He shrugs. 

"Mhmm." I sarcastically let out, doubtfully. 

"I mean, if you wanna spend our anniversary--which lands on our day off--with the guys, our opening band, and screaming fans then that's cool, too, I guess." He shrugs. 

"Oh, shit, we have our anniversary this month?"

I might have remembered our anniversary had I been able to wear my wedding ring but it'd gone missing at that point, and I had no clue where it was. 

And neither did Nikki, honestly. 

"I'm not even gonna say anything about you forgetting our anniversary because I've secretly forgotten our anniversary and your birthday every year until someone reminded me a couple weeks in advance, so..." He smiles innocently and I raise a brow. 

Whisky's picked up a couple hours later and Nikki and I are off to the airport without a moment to waste the second our driver pulls up. 

And then the clothes come off.

We don't even notice we're at the airport until the door is flying open to reveal Fred. 

"Get dressed and c'mon, guys, we're running late." He urges as Nikki marks up my neck with his teeth, causing me to laugh at Fred's face turning red in aggravation.

He slams the door shut and I hear them open the trunk to grab our bags and I hum out, smiling when Nikki presses his lips to mine. 

"We gotta go." I breathe out, moving off of him and he groans. "We can do plenty of this in the hotel." I motion between us, buckling my bra, and he smirks. 

"...And on the plane, and on the bus on the way to the show, and backstage, and during Tommy's drum solo, and after the show." He says slyly, pressing a trail of kisses up my arm to my shoulder. 

"Exactly, so, get dressed." I mumble against his lips when he kisses me again. 

Once we're done, we get out of the car and board the plane. 

The stewardesses are gorgeous blondes, which doesn't surprise me, because if Vince has any say in what their female help looks like, they're going to be blonde. 

"Guys, we need a picture!" Tansy insists. 

"Tansy--"

"--I want one." She interrupts Fred, her blue eyes silently begging, and he gives in. 

Morbid reality was that Tansy didn't expect to live much longer, and she wanted to take as many pictures as possible for us to remember her by.

No one really expected Nikki to live much longer, either, of course they never told me that until it was obvious he was crashing.

Once we get the picture taken and take off, it only takes ten minutes before Tommy and Nikki are snorting zombie dust like it's pixie stick powder, and demanding alcohol. 

"You guys need to stay as sober as possible for the show!" Doc argues when Nikki calls him an "asshole" for not giving him a whole bottle of whiskey. 

"We'll be fine like we always are, man, just fucking--"

"--Nikki, please, sit down." I gently tug at his arm when he stands as if he's about to march to Doc and start throwing punches. 

He just glares down at me. 

"Please, baby." I ask him, really, really not wanting to deal with a messed up Nikki Sixx before their show even begins. 

He just stares at Doc before plopping back down beside me, lingering in and out of focus. 

As if it can't get any worse, when we land, there's a slew of groupies waiting in the airport. 

Which we only realize this when we're in their sight and they start in out of nowhere. 

And, of course, ignoring Fred's orders--made from the motivation to keep the guys protected and out of trouble, which is why they hired him--Tommy and Vince gladly accept every single woman throwing herself at them, from the comfort of the bathroom. 

The "Girls, Girls, Girls" tour was nicknamed the "Airport Blowjob Tour" because at every airport we came to, and I mean literally every airport, groupies were like Hornets swarming the place with all the motivation in the world to simply blow the band. 

A few of them would make multiple trips to multiple airports, following the guys wherever city they flew to. 

I admired their passion. 

Some of them were more dedicated to trying to blow my husband than I was. 

Which said a lot because I was pretty dedicated. 

"It's hot as satan's balls out here." Nikki groans when we step off the tour bus after leaving the airport. 

"We're in the middle of Arizona, babe." I remind him. 

He just looks at me from behind his sunglasses. 

"What?" I ask as we head to the hotel's building. 

"Nothing." He shakes his head, opening the door to the lobby, letting me walk in first. 

Doc gets everyone checked in, before I'm getting a shower and getting ready for tonight while Nikki and Tommy dick around. 

By the time we all meet at bus to head to the venue, Fred's got the backstage IDs ready for the road crew and Tansy and I. 

"Here." Fred puts the lanyard over my head with my picture on it, under it reading "Vivian, 6½".

"Thank you." I tell him, climbing in to see Nikki already sitting down, bottle of Jack in his hand as he hands Tommy a lighter for his cigarette.

I'm slightly startled, feeling Vince suddenly throw his arm around me, causing me to stop in my tracks.

"I want a drink. I'm gonna hide in the bathroom and you're gonna sneak it to me." He tells me in my ear and I look at him.

Before I can say, "hell no", I can tell he's desperate. 

"Please, Viv. My nerves are eating me alive right now and I can't drink anything without them jumping on me about it." He nods to Nikki and Tommy who aren't paying attention in the slightest. 

"Vince--"

"C'mon, move it." Doc nudges at Vince's back to get us to hurry up and sit down so he can get by. 

"Fine, gimme a couple minutes." I mumble to Vince before walking to Nikki, sitting down beside him. 

Vince goes to the bathroom, and Emi and Donna sit in front of me and Nikki as Mick sits with Tommy.

Within a few minutes, I'm actively attempting to slyly sneak Nikki's bottle of Jack back to the bathroom after Nikki abandons it to comment on this month's issue of Hustler Magazine with Tommy. 

I tuck the bottle into my purse, well...the best I can, at least. 

"Baby, can you let me out so I can go use the bathroom." I sweetly ask Nikki, and he doesn't even look at me as he responds: "Sure, babe" and stands up, pointing at a girl in the magazine and going "there's no way she's actually able to do that, that's gotta be edited", and I roll my eyes. I wish he wouldn't look at magazines like that, but it's a lost cause if I try to ask him not to, so I just ignore it the best I can and try to tell myself he doesn't look at them because I'm not good enough or something. 

He just looks at them because guys just like looking at naked girls in explicit positions. 

By the time I get to the bathroom, Vince is snatching the bottle from me as I lock the door behind me, crossing my arms in the small bathroom as he takes a long drink of it. 

"You're welcome." I state to him, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

"Did I thank you?" He smartly asks and I raise my brows. 

"Umm, you should. I'm risking getting an earful from Nikki if he finds out I'm giving his singer--who's on a court mandated sobriety streak--liquor." I blink at him and he rolls his eyes. 

"Oh, please, if he or Tommy were in my shoes they would've put sobriety aside two weeks after it was in place and never would have looked back." He scoffs out. 

I don't argue because it's true. 

"Be nice." Is all I say and he looks at me pointedly. 

"C'mon, Viv, you know it's true. And if it were one of them that got in that wreck with Razzle, and they got caught drinking afterward, nobody would blink an eye because they're Nikki and Tommy."

"Vince, that's not true." I try to tell him.

"Whatever Nikki says, goes. Whatever Nikki wants, he gets. He's the one that put the band together which means his say is the final say, and same with Tommy because he's close with Nikki and Nikki backs him up." 

I can't say anything. 

"And you're not even arguing because you know as well as everyone else that it's true. It's Nikki and Tommy and nobody else fucking matters. Certainly not the washed up singer that nearly killed their careers." 

He hands me the bottle back and I rub my lips together. 

"Thanks." He mumbles before sliding past me to open the door and leave. 

I put the lid back on the bottle and hide it back in my purse before I go back to Nikki and put the bottle back, undetected, my mind reeling over what Vince said. 

It was clear there was a disconnect between Nikki, Tommy, and Vince after Razzle died, and it just got worse and worse as the years went by.

Tommy and Nikki, notorious "Terror Twins" got into more shit than anyone else around us, combined. 

The deepest shit Vince got into was that wreck, and after that he quit a majority of his bullshit on making life for everyone around him, difficult by acting up, and just started moving in silence. 

He'd have his petty moments, but for the most part, he would lay low and leave Tommy and Nikki to raise hell and embarrass the band and their team. 

I could tell he was bothered by the fact that he made a mistake that Nikki or Tommy had a higher chance of making at the time, and because of that, he was kicked out of their little club. 

And the fact that Tommy and Nikki got away with absolutely everything, got to him the most. 

I admit, Vince should have served more time for the Razzle tragedy, but he still had to live knowing Hanoi Rocks was no more, knowing he let fans down, knowing he gutted Razzle's friends, family, band and fans, and knowing--although accidental--he was partly to blame for one of his friends' deaths. 

But Nikki and Tommy didn't give a fuck what they did, who they did it to, why they did it, how they did it, or whether they meant to do it or not. 

And they didn't care because they would always get away with it. 

Always. 

Vince was tempted to tell me about Vanity, but decided not to because he didn't want to hear shit from Nikki, but also because he'd rather me find out from a place of genuine concern. 

Not just him blurting it to me in order to spite Nikki and finally make sure there was something he didn't get away with doing. 

My lips pull into a wide grin as I cover my mouth before a loud shriek can fall past my lips and alert everyone outside the bathroom of the venue, what's going on in here. 

Nikki continues to slide his hot, warm tongue against my clit as I grind in rhythm with his mouth. 

Just as I'm about to come, someone's banging on the door. 

"C'mon, guys!" It's Fred. "Nikki, you're on in, like, two minutes!"

"Got it!" I reply for him, being that his mouth is busy, and Nikki just grins up at me, causing my third orgasm to begin to build. 

"Nikki, dude, we gotta go!" Tommy calls from the other side of the door. 

Just as I'm coming, the door is unlocked with Fred's key, and I'm too shell shocked to try to get away from Nikki. 

We both just look at Doc, Fred, and Rich Fischer, who are nearly fuming. 

"Fred, what the fuck is wrong?" Nikki snaps as I pull my dress back down, my face burning bright red as I try to fix my hair and my lipstick, and ignore my cum running down my legs. 

"You're about to be late for your first show of this tour over some pussy, that's what the fuck is wrong. Get out there." Doc snaps at him. 

"Wait." I say, taking my crucifix off, handing it to him. 

He takes it with a sly little grin, looking at me before clasping it around his neck for good luck on the first show. 

"Thanks, Viv." He tells me, kissing my cheek before he heads to stage. 

I follow after him, but Doc grabs at my arm, gently, to stop me. 

"What?" I ask him, still embarrassed from earlier. 

"You're not going to be too big of a distraction, are you?" He asks me and I raise my brows. 

"Excuse me?"

"Anytime he's late, Vivian, it's either linked to you or heroin, and he's off smack so he's gonna be onto you more." He explains. 

"We've been married for four years, Doc, and I've never been a 'distraction'. What the hell are you talking about?" I ask. 

He just lets out a breath. 

"Just don't let this happen again." He tells me and I exhale, rolling my jaw. 

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." I assure him, feeling like I've just been scolded by my freaking mother.

"Good." 

Did I mention that Mötley was in their prime and Doc was considerably paranoid of someone throwing a wrench in the machine that was Mötley Crüe? 

Once the show is finished, the guys are given masks for hyperventilation, their sweaty, liquor purging bodies slumped.

After they calm down, it starts. 

"Alright, where we going?" Tommy asks Nikki, punching lightly at his shoulder as Vince is about to get a shower to get the sweat off of him. 

"Strip club, probably." Nikki pants out, drinking a bottle of water in 20 seconds, handing it to me when he's finished. "What about you, Mick, you coming this time?" Nikki asks him and Mick shrugs. 

"Doesn't really matter to me." He states.

"Guys, you want food?" Fred offers, sticking his head in the dressing room. 

"Yes." We all say and he chuckles. 

"Alright, we're on it." He assures us.

"You're not getting a shower?" I ask Nikki and he shakes his head. 

"Nope." He replies and I wrinkle my nose. 

"As long as you shower before you get in the bed with me." I say to him and he smirks. 

"There's two beds in the room." He reminds me. 

I blink at him, blankly. 

"Don't even play like that." I tell him and he chuckles. 

"Don't be a baby, Sixx." He says as he nudges at me and I exaggeratingly move away from him. 

"No, stop." I try to hide my smile as he just gets closer to me again, so I move some more, only causing him to follow. "Nikki, chill out." I say, seeing the look in his eyes: he's up to no good. "Nikki, don't!" 

He's suddenly tugging me into his lap, his sweaty, soaked clothing pressing to my back, causing me to squeal as he tickles at my sides, and I scream out in laughter as I get that nostalgic feeling I felt when I realized I first loved him, and would rather die than go without being with him forever. 

We weren't arguing, we weren't trying to hurt each other, we were getting closer and closer to how we were when we first got married. 

There was no heroin, there was no blatant meanness...we were just starting to learn to be in love with each other again.

I, completely overlooking blatant signs and red flags, figured, "we made it through his heroin addiction, we're making it through fame and public scrutiny, we're getting stronger and stronger and back to normal...mom was wrong, and we can handle anything."

And that was the problem: I felt too fucking secure. 

Hearing and knowing about all these rockstars cheating on their significant others, and I felt prideful that Nikki might've been an asshole, but he'd never do such a thing to me. 

I was beginning to have an arrogance about it.

And that's the thing about us when we get arrogant: God, or the universe, or Karma--whatever we believe--humbles us. 

And I thought all of them had gotten together and made a plan to humble me to absolute hell. 

[thegreatfanblog]

Okay so I have a fic request that's a little more personal but I think has the potential to maybe be cute! I'm a woman with short hair (pixie short. have had it like this for over 8 years) and I love it and I'm a pretty confident person. But I have these little self conscious moments thinking about how guys might not be into me because of my short hair. Maybe a fic where a fem reader has short hair for whatever reason and is having a moment of insecurity/self doubt and orlo reassures them? :,)

hi!!!! sorry for the late response! i really hope you enjoy it.

“Stupid fucking girl,” the Lady said as she dragged you through the hall, drawing the wary gaze of your fellow serfs. You panicked.

“Please, please, my lady, what did I do wrong?”

You honestly did not know. Last your mind was coherent, you were collecting silverware from the cupboards for dinner as you had been ordered. Her grasp tightened and you gasped out in pain.

“Don’t know?” she laughed, a shrill noise escaping her throat as she pulled you along. “We’ll see about that.”

She yanked you further down the hall, bursting into the living room the Emperor and his court were currently inhabiting. You fell hard as she shoved you to the floor, incidentally right at the Emperor’s feet. Scrambling to kneel, you snapped your eyes to the ground, and waited.

“The fuck is happening?” he questioned sharply at the Lady. She pointed petulantly at yourself. You strained to watch her movements out of the corner of your eye.

“I just caught this skank stealing silverware from the kitchen!”

She crossed her arms cockily, her mind returning to showing off her prey to the Emperor.

“What the fuck does that have to do with me? Hm? Get the fuck out.”

The Lady’s face was crestfallen, her heels stuttered backwards as if she had been shoved. She bowed, and did as told, tail between her legs. The Emperor sighed. He turned to you.

“Give me whatever stupid fucking silverware you stole.”

You reached your hand into your apron pocket, it returned empty.

“Apologies, your excellency,” you swallowed, “however I seemed to have dropped them when the Lady surprised me.”

He nodded.

“Someone bring me a pair of scissors,” ordered the Emperor. You heart stopped dead in your chest. He was going to murder you, in front of all of these nobles, for something you hadn’t even done. He leaned down to speak lowly to you. You pushed back the urge to flinch away.

“You probably didn’t do anything, but you’re just a serf, so,” he cheerily explained, zero pity to be found. “I don’t really care if you did it or not.”

Your breath grew shaky at his words and you started hyperventilating as the scissors were passed to him. You froze.

He raised them out of your view, as your eyes were still firmly pointed towards the ground. You barely felt the brush against your hair until the sharp snip of the scissors drew your attention.

Your hair.

The Emperor clipped away, giggling gleefully alongside the rest of the room. You were in shock. You sat motionless atop your folded feet beneath you. Fat tears slipped down your cheeks.

Your skin itched at all the loose hair chopped from your head, falling downwards and gathering all over your skin and clothes. He stopped.

“Stand up.”

You hesitated.

“Stand. UP.”

And you scrambled to find purchase upon your feet. You stumbled and almost fell again, causing the room to break out in laughter. As you finally stood tall and steady, the Emperor circled you.

“Good enough,” he stated plainly. “Now get the fuck out.”

You bowed and then bolted from the room, the giggles and guffaws nipping at your skirts as you did so.

In the hallway you were alone save a few guards at the door that eyed you pitifully. Hastily, you moved further away from their gazes that burned in a different way from the Lords’ and Ladies’. You slowed slightly, finally coming to a dead stop a moment before you were to enter the sight of a large mirror hanging on the wall of the palace. Did you want to know? Yes, you found the answer quickly and stepped into view.

Oh. Were the Emperor not the Emperor, he would have made an excellent barber, you thought. You hair was chopped fairly short from the sides, with the top of it only slightly longer than it. It was a very good boys cut. It was... okay you supposed, save for the fact you were not a boy and he had taken something integral to your personhood from you. The tears welling up in your eyes were barely noticed as you gazed at the mirror silently. You supposed they began to fall because-

“Pl-please don’t cry.”

Your head snapped to the left where the voice originated. Fuck: it was Count Orlo. You hastily wiped at the tears you were surprised to find, and he took a step forward. An awkward silence followed.

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head to convey your thoughts, as if you had outwardly consoled him, saying “It wasn’t your fault.” The Count wrung his hands together, biting his lips in worry.

“You look -I mean- you look rather nice?” The end of the sentence trailed off in a question, and you found more tears slipping out in response as you silently stared at his feet.

“No! No! I meant it!” Count Orlo quickly said, waving his hands. “It really suits you and I think you look rather p-pretty.”

You glanced up, incredulously, taking in his appearance to gage whether he was lying to you or not. His cheeks were tinged pink, and his hands clenched at his sides. You came to the conclusion that the Count was being honest. You again wiped at your tears.

“Th-thank you sir,” you feebly responded, staring at him with wide teary eyes. He jumped slightly when you spoke, but he found himself staring back. The Count again stepped forward, as if drawn towards you. He lifted a hand to your shoulder, where he brushed some of the excess hair off absentmindedly. The Count stared at his hand instead of your eyes. You stared at him as he began to speak.

“It... could be diff-“

A loud crash from the other side of the palace caused the both of you to jump away, breathing heavily. The Count’s head shot in the direction behind him, where both of you had assumedly came from. You nervously fixed your skirt.

Still looking at the hallway, he began again.

“It could be different, if you wanted.”

Another crash sounded and he started backing that way, glancing back at you. He picked up speed slightly.

“Find me after dinner tomorrow!”

And he was off, hurrying down the hallway, no doubt to fix whatever had been broken. In a way.

You played with your short hair distractedly.