#and i will be finishing them just to feel satisfied

[mwphisto]

LaDs: You have a High Libido

~ inspired by an anon’s ask!

~ all love interests included

Warning, this post contains: smut, 18+ content, mentions of sex, sweat, cum, bodily fluids, you get the idea.

Xavier

⭐️He is thrilled actually, because so does he

⭐️Don’t let the sleepy tendencies fool you, Xavier is ready to go whenever (and wherever) you are

⭐️You can push him past his limits, even out do him in the horny department, and he’ll still attempt to keep up

“Again?” You’re both breathless, cheeks red and bodies sweaty. The room reeks of sex and sweat, with the comforting mix of your perfume and his cologne. The sheets are damp with your combined fluids, a variety of them for that matter. Sweat, drool, cum… definitely a wash day tomorrow! “Yes, please. I still need you Xavier.” You’ve cum so many times you’ve lost count, poor cunt so puffy that it’s a miracle you can even feel anything down there. Still, it’s aching, throbbing with need, you need him again. “Sure, baby.” And he’s on you, a worn out smile on his lips as he showers your heated skin in wet kisses. You can — and will — go until sunrise

Rafayel

🎨Rafayel’s libido on a normal day is pretty decent, he’s down whenever you are and that’s… often

🎨It takes him some time to build his stamina… unless it’s ebb day. Lemurian heat cycles are something else.

🎨He breaks before you do, but all it takes is the off hand comment of “I’ll finish myself” and he’s ready to go

“You’re tired, Raf. I’ll just go take care of—“ tired be damned, he’s hauling his sweat slicked body up and pushing you down again. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.” His cheeks are a permanent crimson, pupils blown wide. Even if he is exhausted, his cock is still twitching at the sight of your ruined cunt. So much cum, arousal, all just leaking down your thighs. You’ve been going at it for two hours at this point, nonstop, barely a break between each round. Even if you didn’t mean too, you’re slowly training your lover to have a libido as high as yours. “It’s okay, re-really I can—shit!” He stops all complaints by shoving himself inside, one easy, slipper go. “I’m. Not. Stopping. Until you are satisfied, cutie.”

Zayne

🩺Zayne doesn’t quite know what to do with himself at first. He’s a tad bit overwhelmed by your high libido.

🩺Give him a little time, he’ll get used to it, and slowly realize his libido is pretty high up there too… just takes a couple weeks of separation and he’s ravenous

🩺Zayne controls the situation by edging you both, keeping the game going until you’re both exhausted

“Can’t cum yet, darling. Gotta hold it in.” It’s been an hour… maybe two? Possibly three. You’re not sure, nor do you care. You have Zayne wrapped around your finger… well maybe he had you wrapped around his finger but still. “P-please, Zayne! You’ve ruined it like…shit I can’t remember… seven times? Probably more…” what’s worse than being completely denied is having your orgasm ruined. He’s brought you to the edge, pushed you over, and then stood back and watched it fizzle out. Completely unsatisfying, your poor cunt twitching for more, a real one at that. “You’re doing so good for me though, the reward will be so good if you just…” a gentle motion with his fingers and you’re jerking into him. “…wait.”

Sylus

🍒He didn’t realize that your… eagerness could rub off on him so easily… or maybe he’s always been this way.

🍒Your high libido is damn near torture, considering you’re in Linkon and he’s in the N109 Zone… you’re always tied up with work, he’s always away for business…

🍒Even then, Sylus does try and make it so your time together isn’t entirely… sex. Doesn’t it always work? No.

“I swear all we do is fuck when we see eachother…” you’re giggling as you say it, laying on top of him, chest to chest. His slowly softening cock is begin to slip out of you, the copious amounts of release following. “Because it is all we do… you’re insatiable.” Sweaty and flushed, but still smug, Sylus is twirling your hair around his fingers. “Hey!” A smack lands on his sweaty shoulder and he’s laughing. “You’re one to talk, mister.” But Sylus isn’t letting you live it down that easily. “You made me this way… nothing but a greedy soul.” And just like that, you can feel him hardening again. He studies your expression, tear stained cheeks and flushed skin. So beautiful, even as your lips part in a little “o” as he fills you up.

Caleb

🪐You thought your libido was high… till Caleb finally stopped holding his feelings back

🪐He is on cloud nine when he finds out you’re just as horny as he is 24/7

🪐He’ll travel to and from Linkon if it means getting that pussy for the night. You have zero complaints either, other than maybe the fact that you wished he didn’t live so far

“You’re going to miss… miss…. Caleb!” His hips pound into you, every time you attempt to remind him about missing his train back to Skyhaven he just thrusts harder. “Such a weird way to say that I’m fucking you so damn good, I think a thank you is in order.” He’s nearly in your stomach and he has the audacity to be sassy. You give up on trying to remind him, as if you wouldn’t call off work the next day just to keep him tied down to your bed, balls deep like you had been so boldly begging him for over text a few hours earlier. You’re going to get a noise complaint, maybe even a notice from the city since you have your windows open. The room reeked of sex after all, you needed something to clear your fogged up heads.

[chunkitakii]

Omg I just read your NSFW for Luz and RAHHHHHHHHH how do you get him so good???? Like he was such a little shit and sexy in a way. I was wondering if you could do a prompt for him another NSFW prompt where we end up putting the little punk ass in his place, overstimulation and everything (maybe ending with him getting back at us) ty!!! Also fem reader pls? Remember to take your time

Lux Imperator/Mr. Ring-A-Ding NSFW P.t 2!!!

Part 1

OMG Thank you SO much!!! I tried so hard to get him as accurate as possible! Im so glad my work payed off :’) ANYWAY, I seen your little request and oh boy. I have never started writing so quick in my life. This was just so much fun to write!

But the thought of getting payback at Lux is so satisfying to think about. Him being a whiny, whimpering mess? YES PLEASE!

WARNING: This contains Overstimulation, blowjobs (Lux receiving), hints that reader is a female (Lux calls them Toots), and Lux being a whiney bastard.

I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS SO SORRY IF ITS ROUGH

(Pic not by me)

The next day you had to go to work with a pair of legs that couldn’t even work, thanks to Lux’s “rough housing” yesterday. You couldn’t even finish sweeping the floors in Lux’s theater room. You had to sit down for a break every once and a while. The soreness in your legs was too much to handle, as well as the other work Mr. Pye had given you that you couldn’t finish yesterday.

You could hear Lux’s laugh across the theater, snickering and chuckling as he watched you struggle with simple tasks. Gosh, what an asshole…

You couldn’t take this anymore. Every time Lux wants to play “patty cake,” it always ends with either you losing feeling in your legs, or you continuing the day with marks or bruises. Good thing this time there weren't any bites or bruises, that would be another thing blocking you from doing any work.

To be honest, you loved it when Lux gives you attention. He can be sweet and caring in bed. Lux made sure to take care of you after a long day of work. But there can be times when he just does it for his own benefit. For his own entertainment, much like the other night. Using you until you had nothing left to give, sucking you dry until you were nothing but a husk.

You would lay there for hours trying to catch your breath. All sweaty and shaky. Trying to regain your energy back after it was taken from you in pleasure. But oh, how it felt. You were sure you were on cloud nine. It felt delightful in the moment, but it had a hard price to pay. And today, you did not want to pay it.

So, today’s the day that you have had enough. You were tired of having Lux drain you dry just for his entertainment. You were sick of having to walk home with legs that couldn’t keep you up-right. Or bruises and cuts that leave you limping.

You were so sick of it, you just needed something to make you feel better. Something to make Lux pay for his actions. Something like revenge.

A couple of days had passed since then, and you had patiently waited for the right time. You had also waited until you had fully healed from that night's game of patty cake.

What had seemed to piss you off even more was that Lux either teased you from that night, or just straight up ignored your complaints. He teased how you wiggled and moaned underneath him from just his hands. And how you are just a baby for being so sensitive that night.

What an ass…

The day went by, and you were finishing up organizing film reels. Mr. Pye had asked if you could reorganize them as he went off to bed, probably just so he could give you something to do. You didn’t mind. It just fastened to time for you to give your attack.

Putting the last film up, you made sure to be as quiet as you can. You turned off the light off the storage room, removing any and all light within it. The only source of light that was through the open door from the lighting from the hallway. Lux needs light for strength and power. He was i. the body of a literal toon, defeating him would be close to impossible.

But you don't want to kill him, no. You just want to make him weak and helpless, much like the night he made you weak and helpless. Too weak to move from the large amounts of pleasure he had given you.

You just wanted to give the same treatment to him. To show what it's like to put on someone else’s shoes…

“Hey Lux? Can yoh come jn the storage room!…” You called out the door, trying to reel him into the dark room with you.

After a short second, you could hear the tippy taps of his shoes coming closer into the room. Instantly, you quickly but quietly hid behind the door.

“Yes, Sunshine? Need any help on something?” You hear him speak around the corner of the room. With a couple of more steps, he was now fully into the room.

“Gee willikers…Looks like you need help with the lights too-”

Slam! You slammed the door shut behind Lux. Sealing you and Lux in a room with absolutely no light. You can faintly hear Lux let out a quiet ‘eep!’

But the weird thing is Luz still had sort of glowed even in the pitch black room. Just like a cartoon in a film, the white part of Lux’s eyes glowed.

That's new.

Although you had to quickly knock yourself out of the thought and into what you were here to accomplish.

Without a second to spare, you launched yourself on top of him, Grabbing him and lifting him up lightly just for a moment before pushing Lux on top of a nearby table. Lux let out a soft huff noise as his toon body hit the hard surface. As his body hjt the table, a soft squeaky noise was heard. Much like a chew toy.

Lux looked at you in shock and disbelief, staring up at you as you towered over him with a hand on his torso, keeping him down.

“Woah-ho there sunshine, aggressive much?” He questioned, a smile creeped on his face. It wasn’t a warm smile, but a smile that held such cockyness. You knew he wasn’t taking this seriously.

You settled yourself in between his legs, glaring down at him through the darkness. You didn’t know if he could even see you or not, but it didn’t matter. You pressed down your hand upon Lux’s chest, putting more pressure. Not trying to hurt him, but to try and test the waters.

Lux let out a grunt from the pressure, he instinctively wrapped a hand around your arm to try and relieve it. But to his surprise, you didn't budge, not one bit. Lux can feel himself become weak in strength, no doubt it was because of the pitch black room he was in. The lack of light made him become weak.

“What are you trying to pull here? Was it because I didn’t let you win in a game of chess? Well i'm sorry to tell you, you're just not good at strategy.” Lux chuckled out, but you could hear it in his laugh and voice that he was uneasy. Unsure what you are trying to do to him, let’s see if you can try and keep it that way.

“It is not because of chess, but consider this payback…”

“W-Wait a…minute!” Lux pleaded, trying to get you to get off of him just for a moment. The room was filled with nothing but his desperate moans, the shuffling in the dark room, and the wet sounds of your mouth upon his regions.

You don’t know how long you have been here, but revenge still burns hot within you. You wanted to make him pay for that night. It has been working so far. Lux’s whines and cries were music to your ears, proving to you that what you are doing is good. Way too good is Lux’s eyes.

Lux can’t even form any words beyond this point. Throwing out words that can't be comprehended, he doesn’t even know what he is saying himself. The only thing that he could do was moan and holler your name like it was the only thing he could say. It was all pornographic really. But oh how you loved every bit of it. You thought that you should make this a routine.

If you counted correctly, you have made him spill his seed over 10 times. It should be torture for him, but he's a cartoon, he can handle it. And by the look upon his face, he seems to be enjoying it…For the most part…

“Sweet Pea…Pl-ease, I don't think I have anything left in me!” Lux pleaded as his body shakes in pleasure. He was then followed by his own whines filling his mouth. His back arches upward and his hips thrust away from you. “Please, just for a moment. I can't take it anymore!…I need a break, I-mmh…need… light!”

Lux knew that he was weak, he could feel it. He didn’t know what your little, devilish brain was doing, but he couldn’t last another round of your hot, lovely mouth on his joy-stick. He needed light to regain his strength, but you stripped him from that.

Before he can move away, you positioned both of your hands on his hips and ground him to the table, preventing him from moving anymore. His legs twitched on your shoulders. Trying to either push you away for a breather or to pull you in closer.

From the goodness of your heart, you granted him that break. Slowly, you lifted your head and detached yourself off of him. Saliva and residue of his cum was the only thing that connected your mouth and his region.

You can hear Lux pant in relief, and his body relaxed. With the strength that he had, he lifted his head to look down at you.

“Finall-”

“You remember that night of patty cake?…hm?…” You cutted Lux off, waiting for his response. You wanted to jog back his memory of the night so it didn't seem like you did all of this for nothing. And hopefully Lux can at least learn a lesson.

You can see Lux’s tired eyes go from a confused state to a shock one. His breath hitched and he put on a worried smile. “Oh, That night. I was just trying to loosen some tight gears you had, that's all!”

“Lux, I wanted you to stop for a while so I can continue working.”

“That’s not what your body told me- Ah!…”

You re-attached your mouth back onto Lux once more, it seems that he did not learn his lesson just yet. A couple more rounds should do…

After a couple of hours of pumping and sucking him dry, you had finally called it quits. You were tired, your jaw and arms becoming sore. And Lux couldn’t even form not one thought in his mind. Which scared you because right now he didn’t even form any words.

You got up from the table and made your way through the dark room and to the light switch. Now, you saw Lux and all of his glory, and your hard work too.

He laid there, twitchy and sweaty. He had cartoon stars and birds flying in a circle above his head. His smile was all wobbly, and his toonish eyes were now twisting in swirls. The mess below him was a different story. But it nonetheless brought pride within you.

You brought some towels to clean Lux and everything else up before you put on his pants for him. You were pissed about the whole patty cake incident, but you weren’t pissed enough to just leave him there. You still cared for him.

You then softly picked Lux up, and brought him into a room with a window. It was nighttime, and the moon was full. Good enough to give him his strength back.

You laid him down where the moon beamed down on. You can faintly hear him sigh blissfully as he bathes in the moonlight. Soon, he gained enough consciousness to now form sentences. “So you’ve learned your lesson to be gentle next time?” You said, Lux could hear the smirk in your voice.

He gave out a soft grumble before speaking. “I wasn’t that rough on you, I think you’ve over exaggerated a little toots…” He argued, still soaking in the moonlight.

You chuckled at him, “You're a toon, you’ll get over it.” You simply stated before turning your back to him to get yourself cleaned up. But before you could reach the door, Lux spoke up once more. His voice still spent, but the venom in his voice was still present. “You're right, I am a toon…” Lux muttered out before snapping his fingers. You were about to throw some snarky comeback at him. But you were pushed back into a nearby wall.

Just by the snap of his fingers, Lux had gained back all of his strength. The process of him being an incoherent mess was no longer present. It was like all of your work in making him pay was just thrown out the window.

Lux also gained more than his strength, he gained the ability to grow more than 5 feet. Now towering over you with his new height. Maybe this was the same power he had when he had shown up in the theater, intimidating and huge.

You can feel how small you were just by staring up at him. Your kneese became weak and your throat became dry. His face held such cockyness, like he did when he played patty cake that night. You can hear a dark chuckle bubble in his toonish throat.

“My turnnnn~!” Lux sang maliciously, chilling you to your core. Chanting his turn like this was some sort of game to him. You're hoping Mr. Pye doesn’t have anything for you to do this week, because you are going to be stuck in bed for the next few days.

ANOTHER HEADCANNON, this mf can go for days if he had a light source and a will.

He can’t take you seriously even if you are trying to get payback to him. That will probably cause him to be TWICE as hard. Your just provoking him anyway LOLOL.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Second Chance - Chapter 20

Masterlist

Warning: fluff, grief, cuteness overload, reader is very smart and Yelena finds it hot, kissing, teasing, hickies. everyone loves to pick on Yelena

Word Count: 4.8k

Note: A lied. In honor of Thunderbolts* here is the next chapter of Second Chance.

Honestly, you felt great compared to yesterday. Maybe it had to do with the extra hydration, the laughter shared between everyone, or waking up in Yelena’s arms, but you felt refreshed. You woke up, untangled yourself from Yelena, and went downstairs. Not even Laura was up. So you started breakfast. Sunday morning was for scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, and fresh orange juice. Plus coffee for the adults. It wasn’t long before Laura entered. “This is a surprise,” you smiled.

“I felt good,” you shrugged, and finished mixing the pancake batter. Once you were satisfied. “I have to take advantage of the good days.” Laura nodded.

“We have some fresh fruit that will go well with those pancakes.” You smiled. You were glad that Laura allowed you the space to cook without trying to take it from you.

Soon enough, the smell of food brought each family member out. Bucky and Nat were the first. The couple grabbed some pancakes and bacon and thanked you with a smile. Next was Copper and Lila. Laura ensured there was at least some fruit on their plate before sending them to the table to do their homework. They were supposed to get it done before this weekend. After them, it was Yelena. It seemed impossible not to look at her, and your heart flips. Her braid was a little messy. Her sleepwear was big on her frame, but she looked at peace.

The blonde walked over to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you flush to her chest. “Morning, baby,” you whispered. “Coffee is ready.” She kissed the back of your neck and removed herself from you. You sadly missed her warmth. You built a small plate for her, and she took it while she passed to eat breakfast with Natasha and Bucky. Finally, Clint emerged with Nate on his shoulders.

“I think you are getting too big for this, buddy,” the archer said, placing his youngest on the counter. You smiled and poured him coffee. “Thank you.”

“Alright, it’s homework time for you, too,” Laura said, handing Nate a bowl of yogurt topped with fresh fruit. Nate groaned.

“I don’t wanna.” He complained.

“Then you should have done it when I told you to,” Laura smiled and pinched her youngest on the cheek. Now that everyone was fed, you made your plate and cup of coffee.

“Come on, bud,” you said to Nate. “Let’s see if we can tackle this homework together.” He sighed, jumped off the counter, and joined his siblings at the table.

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Yelena was sure her coffee and food had gone cold. Her eyes were trained on you. It amazed her how easily you fit in with this part of her life. You moved around the kitchen and immediately jumped in to help the kids with their homework. You were explaining a math problem to Cooper. The eldest Barton struggled with the subject, but from the looks and sounds of it, you were explaining it in a way that he understood. Gods, you were driving her insane. She thought these feelings of having a family and leaving the fighting died in the Red Room. But you were waking them inside her. To make matters worse, she had only just met you.

Once Copper focused on his assignment, your eyes found her. You winked, and a playful smirk was on your face. Such a fucking tease. A sharp flick to her cheek pulled her out of her less-than-PG thoughts. “Stop that,” Natasha said. “You are eye fucking.” Yelena huffed and took a sip of the coffee. Thankfully, it was still warm.

“Please, I have walked in on you and Bucky.” The super soldier shrugged.

“You should have knocked,” Yelena rolled her eyes and dug into the food you cooked. It was unfair how good you were in the kitchen, even though your body struggled to eat.

“Have you spoken to Melina?” Natasha asked after a few beats of her food. The mention of her adoptive mother caused Yelena to cringe. When she was in Iowa, Melina called her twice and texted her, which she ignored. “By that face, I guess that is a no,” Natasha chuckled. “She needs to talk to you.”

“And why can’t you talk to her?” Yelena countered. Natasha held her gaze before finishing her coffee.

“I have, but she clearly needs something from you that I can’t provide.” Yelena dropped it as she heard the bitter tone in Natasha’s voice. While the relationship between her sister and Melina was better, it was still complicated. There was a level of distrust buried deep in Natasha, which Yelena couldn’t 100% fault her for. Everything about her family from Russia was so overly complicated. Sometimes, it was easier to forget about all the wrong. Sighing, Yelena nodded.

“I will call her after breakfast.” Natasha seemed content with that answer, but soon a playful smirk appeared on her sister’s face. “What is that look?”

“Nothing,” she said. Yelena glared at her sister.

“It is not nothing,” she mimicked her sister’s American accent. “Say it.” Natasha shrugged and leaned back against the couch. She was looking at you with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Have you told Melina and Alexei about her yet?”

“No,” Yelena said. It wasn’t like she was keeping you a secret. Hell, she invited you to Iowa, but telling her adoptive parents was complicated for her. The Bartons saw her as a hero, an Avenger, while Melina and Alexei knew her as the child prodigy of the Red Room.

“Scared of the shovel talk Alexei will give her,” Bucky said.

“No. That man is an idiot.” She wasn’t afraid of Alexei scaring you off due to a shovel talk. The man stood like a tank but was a softie at heart. She was scared you would finally see how much of a monster she was.

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Yelena disappeared to the Bartons’ home office. Unfortunately, Melina had problems with the database she designed to track all the Widows. It was malfunctioning slightly. Hopefully, it would be a simple fix as she entered the code she wrote. It aimed to help them see what Widows were still under Dreykov’s control. It seemed never-ending. Especially with the Blip, they lost so much time.

Suddenly, her vision was obstructed by hands covering her eyes. “Guess who?” Your voice tickled her ear. Yelena pretended to think.

“Mhm,” she thought. “Lucky?” You gasped and dropped your hands.

“Unbelievable,” Yelena chuckled and spun around in the chair. Her hands went to rest behind your thighs that weren’t covered by your sleep shorts. You looked beautiful like this - relaxed, happy, and not worried about tomorrow.

“It is unbelievable you are jealous of a dog,” you shrugged.

“I was wondering where you ran off, too,” you said, taking a small step forward to play with the hairs at the base of Yelena’s neck. She felt her tense muscles relax against you. It was unfair how much your touch and voice affected her. “I thought you ran away without me,” she said.

“I would never,” Yelena said seriously while she looked up at you. You chuckled, tracing the slope of her nose with your finger before glancing at the laptop behind her.

“Are you busy or can I steal you?” You asked. Yelena looked at the computer and wrestled with two halves of herself. On one hand, she wanted to be a good daughter and fix what Melina needed. It was up to her to free them all. It could wash all the blood she shed. The other half, she wanted to be selfish. She tried to choose for herself. “Yelena,” the blonde turned her attention back to you. “If you are busy, I can wait.”

You could wait, you told her. But you were feeling good today - how many days would you have left? Yelena smiled. “It can wait. What do you have planned?” For once, she chose herself and not her duty.

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Your plan was a combination of your idea and the Barton kids. Since it was your last day in Iowa, they wanted to take you to the playground. They described it as a wooden jungle gym that Tony bought for them. Honestly, it was nice seeing the billionaire care about the family of those on the team. The more you learned about him, the different image you created in your head.

Yelena left quickly after breakfast. Natasha told you she was working on something for their adoptive mother. Honestly, you were okay with it. It gave you time to hang out with Bucky and Natasha. You learned that Natasha liked to fluster the super soldier. You enjoyed listening to Bucky talk about the 40s.

By lunch, Yelena remained locked away in Barton’s office. To you, that would not do. One, she needed a break; two, you would not stand for her to work all day on your last day here. You packed a little picnic and told the kids to get ready to go. Convincing Yelena wasn’t hard. After getting changed, you followed the kids to the playground hand and hand with Lucky by your side. As the playground came into view, the kids took off running, as did Lucky.

Yelena brought you to a small clearing and spread the picnic blanket. “So,” she said once you were both sitting down comfortably. “What did you pack?” You smiled.

“See for yourself,” you watched the blonde go through the basket. First were the small sandwiches—you made enough for you, her, and the kids. The second thing was a bowl of fruit that was left over from breakfast. The last thing was a container of mac and cheese. Lila told you it was Yelena’s favorite, with a little hot sauce, which you also packed.

“Is this for me?” The blonde asked.

“Well, I would like some,” you laughed.

“Mhm,” she hummed. “I will think about sharing.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Thank you, detka.” She kissed you softly.

“Of course. You deserve it.” Before she could protest, you took a bowl out and grabbed the mac and cheese from her. “I’m hungry.” You pivoted the conversation. Yelena smiled, but her eyes gave her away. Every day, you would tell her how much she deserved someone to care for her. She deserved happiness, love, and light. Even though her taste in mac and cheese was something to be desired. You cringed your nose at the hot sauce on her mac and cheese portion. “Dr. Carpenter called me,” you told her after moments of peace. She looked at you intentionally. “He wants me to start the new round of treatment instead of taking a break.” Yelena frowned.

“How do you feel about that?” You shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. I was excited for a break, but I trust him if he wants me to move forward.” Yelena took your free hand and rubbed her thumb across it. “I am a little nervous,” you whispered. I don’t know how this will affect me.”

“You are not alone, though,” she said. “I am here and so is Stark.” You smiled.

“I know,” you squeezed her hand. “I start tomorrow.” Yelena nodded. Thankfully, she dropped it and focused on the food you provided. Once you both were done, you cuddled against the blonde and watched the kids play.

“Thank you for coming,” Yelena whispered, kissing your forehead.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you said back. “I love it here.” Your face was pressed into the crook of her neck. You kissed the skin you could reach without entirely pulling away from her. You could feel her breath hitch, and it made you smile. It was a little mean, but you felt so powerful when she became affected by you. How could you not? A Black Widow, an Avenger, was weak to you. You sucked a mark on her neck. The groan she let out made your stomach dip.

Carefully, she grabbed your chin and forced you to look at her. Her touch was gentle yet firm. Her green eyes were dark, but you weren’t scared. “Careful, sweetheart,” she mumbled. “Do not start something you do not wish to finish.” Her lips ghosted against yours, and you moved to kiss her, but she refused to kiss you, still holding you in place. A soft whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it. Yelena smirked. “Takoy nuzhdayushchiysya (so needy).”

Finally, she kissed you. She kept it tamed due to being outside and in front of the kids, but God above you wanted to deepen it, forgo anything deemed unacceptable. She was weak to you, but you were weak to her. She was a drug that you were addicted to. Suddenly, Yelena yelped and ended the kiss. She rubbed her ear and glared at her sister, who appeared with Bucky, Clint, and Laura. “Keep it PG, children.” Yelena secretly flipped off her sister. Natasha tisked. “Come on, Belova,” she said. “You’re up,” Yelena mumbled something in Russian but stood up. She helped you stand and followed the group.

You shouldn’t be surprised that they added a knife-throwing range on the back of the playground. Even the three Barton kids gathered to watch the competition between Natasha and Clint vs. Bucky and Yelena. From your understanding, the targets were divided into points. The closer to the center, the more points you received. However, they staggered the targets. If you hit the furthest target, your points were tripled. Laura was in charge of keeping score.

It was a close match. Natasha would hit a bullseye on the second target, and Bucky would copy. Clint hit the first target, and Yelena followed suit. It was fun to watch, but your mind couldn’t help but try to find a mathematical way to figure it out.

Math was simple. Math was dependable. All you needed was the distance from the starting point to the target, average speed, and the knife’s balance. Observing Yelena, her grip on the knife changed depending on what target she was aiming at. She held it by the handle for another one and by the blade if it was the closest one. Interesting.

So you would need to solve for R - the number of rotations required to hit the target. The formula danced in your head.

R = w*t = w * d/v. Simplified, the formula would be R = w*d/v.

The knife Natasha threw at the first target rotated 2 times per second, with the target only being 5 meters away. If you threw the knife at 10 m/s, you would only need one rotation. R = 2.5/10 = 1.

Other factors, like wind, sunlight, and the knife’s weight, would be harder to factor in, but it was close.

The competition ended with Clint and Natasha winning by 2 points. “Can I try?” Everyone looked at you, obviously shocked.

“Go for it detka,” Yelena said. You smiled at the blonde and walked over to the starting point. Three knives were waiting for you.

“I can move it closer.” Clint offered. You glared at the man and picked up the knife, which caused him to shrink back.

“Careful, babe,” Laura laughed. “Never tell a woman what to do with a knife in her hand.” You looked at the knife in your hand and tested the weight. One rotation was all you needed, if your math was correct. You aimed at the target and threw it. The knife hit it, but not the bullseye. You frowned and picked up the second. So your math was correct, but your aim was the problem. The second knife hit the bullseye, but not the center. You huffed and bit your lip. The third and final knife his dead center.

“Eh, not bad,” you turned to look at the group. They were stunned into silence beside Yelena. Her green eyes were dark again, looking you up and down. It made your body head up. “What?” You questioned. “Do I have something on my face?”

“How the hell did you do that?” Natasha asked and pointed to the target. You looked at the older Black Widow, then back at the target.

“It’s basic math,” you sighed when they remained quiet. I calculated the distance between the target and how many rotations I would need,” you shrugged. It’s a little iffy with the sun and wind, but I made it work.”

Bucky whistled. “Damn, remind me never to piss you off.” You laughed.

“Don’t play me in pool then.” It was a simple statement that you thought would amount to nothing. You weren’t expecting to be led back to the Bartons’ house and down to the basement - a fully renovated basement with a massive movie screen and a mini bar. Yelena told you the basement project was a present from Kate. Everyone seemed to be spoiling the Barton kids. You needed to step up on your Auntie duties. You could take Lila and Cooper swimming with sharks. But you weren’t sure how happy Laura would be about that.

You took a pool stick off the wall while Clint racked the balls. The archer was your first opponent. “Do you want to break it?” You asked him as you put the chalk on the tip.

“Ladies, first,” you rolled your eyes but set up. Everyone filed into the room. Yelena was behind the bar making tisked for the kids, but you could feel her eyes on you. Laura made some popcorn while Bucky and Natasha leaned up against the wall. You swore you saw Natasha pass a ten-dollar bill to her boyfriend.

You broke the balls—not sinking any, but that was okay. It was your plan of action. It allowed Clint to sink two stripe balls back to back, but he missed his third. So you were solid.

Pool held a special place in your heart. It reminded you of your college days of sneaking into a bar you weren’t old enough to be in and beating men double your age for 20-100 bucks. Chelsie and you would play for hours at an old mom-and-pop restaurant. The owner allowed you to play and provided all the fires you could eat if you helped him each year during tax season.

But your love for the simple game came from your mom. She told you stories of how she would hustle men at bars to earn extra bucks. It wasn’t her intention to teach her 6-year-old, but you had a knack for it.

It helped that you saw the table as a coordinate plan. It was a simple chalkboard - the table became a grid. Each pocket a fixed point and every ball a coordinate. It wasn’t a randomness they become vectors and trajectories. You could sketch invisible lines in your head: a triangle from a cue ball to the rail to the target.

The entire game was a mental game of geometry. “Pocking the 8,” you told him. The game wasn’t close. You made two shots back to back and ‘missed’ the next. This allowed Clint to get one more shot, and then you ran away with the game. But the shot you called wasn’t going to be easy. There were a few balls in the way, but you weren’t worried. Smiling, you took your stance and hit the cue ball.

It was a trick shot as your aim was at the wall, not the ball. Even though you were 95% sure the ball would go in, you were still impressed when you landed it. Clint shook his head with a laugh. “How did you do that?” You shrugged and began gathering the balls to re-rack.

“It’s simple geometry,” you smiled at the others. “Whose next?”

Maybe it was a little mean and a major ego bust that you were able to best a few Avengers, but you needed the few wins life would give you. However, Yelena was a challenge. She was shoot for shoot with you. Maybe it was a dirty play, but you had to rely on a different tactic. Flirting. Sometimes you had to go low to keep your winning streak alive. Small touches. Playful smirks. She leaned over the table while she took her shot.

You sank the winning shot and straightened up. “Told you,” you smirked. “I know my way around a pool table.” You put your stick back. “I would bleed men dry with bets.” Natasha walked behind Yelena.

“I think you broke my sister,” she smacked the blonde on the back of her head. It snapped her out of whatever slump she was in.

“Dinner is ready,” Laura called from the stairs. She left to start the food before the final game. The basement cleared out one by one until it was just you and Yelena. Her green eyes followed you as you approached the pool stick in her hand. You took it easily from her.

“You know,” you smirked. “This is the quietest I’ve seen you.” You put the pool stick back and walked back over. Suddenly, Yelena pinned you to the pool table. The edge pushed into your back, but the pain wasn’t on your mind when her lips were on your neck. “Shit,” you stuttered and gripped onto her shoulder.

“I have been trying to control myself,” she bite down hard, no doubt leaving a mark you’d get shit for. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”

“Lena,” you moaned, back arching as her hand slid underneath your shirt. “Please.” You weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Hell, all rational thought left your brain. You were seconds from letting her fuck you against the pool table.

“Please, what, baby?” Yelena chuckled against your skin. Tell me what you want. I would give you anything; you have to ask.” You were thankful that she held onto your waist, or your legs would have given out. “Fucking beautiful.” Yup. Your first time with Yelena would be up against a pool table in Barton’s basement. You were okay with that.

Then the basement door opened. “Get your tongues out of each other’s mouths and come eat food,” Natasha’s voice called out. Yelena groaned against your skin.

“Come on,” you giggled and patted her back. “The last thing I want is for your sister to see you with your hand down my pants.” You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and gently pushed her away. Before she could complain, you grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs. Natasha smirked as you walked by her.

“Nice artwork you got there,” she teased, pointing to your neck. You shrugged.

“The chemo makes me bruise easily.” You grabbed a plate from Laura, who was also trying to hide her smile but failing. “I didn’t know I was dating a vampire.” Yelena gasped.

“Were you not the one to say you like to claim what is yours?” A chorus of ��ew’s came from the dining room table. You were sure you heard Copper yell, ‘Get a room, ' which Yelena mumbled, ‘I wish.’ Yeah, you were going to miss it.

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Dinner was dragged out. Laura made a quick, easy dinner, but everyone ate it slowly. It seemed like no one wanted this weekend to end. Finally, you were packing up your room and saying goodbye to the Bartons. You gave the biggest hug to Lila, Nate, and Cooper, and told the eldest two you would take them swimming with sharks (out of earshot of Laura). Clint told you to call him if you needed anything and kissed you on the top of your head. Then it was Laura. The mother of three held you tight, then cupped your face in your hands. “I will see you again,” she said with such belief that you believed her. You held onto her wrist with one hand, unable to make a promise you weren’t sure you could keep. “And remember what I told you.”

“We are family,” you whispered.

“Yes, we are,” she pulled you in for one more hug. “Stay strong, sweet girl, you got this.” You blew out a deep breath and nodded against her. It hurt to pull yourself out of her arms and follow Yelena, Bucky, and Natasha onto the jet. Luckily, Bucky and Natasha took the cockpit, so you followed Yelena to the seats. She made sure your bags were put away, then buckled in. “Natasha is a -,” she paused when she looked at you and saw tears in your eyes.

“Nothin’,” you tried to push the tears away, but they fell down your cheek. “Uh, Laura reminds me of my mom, so I uh-” you blew a raspberry out. “Sorry, this is so stupid.” You pushed the palms of your hands to your eyes.

“It is not stupid,” Yelena gently pulled your hands away. Can you tell me about her? Your mom, I mean.”

“Really?” you asked. Yelena nodded and kissed some of the tears away. “Well, she was my best friend.” And, you thought, I wish she could have met you.

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Back at the tower, you put your stuff in your living room and said hello to Wanda before heading down to Tony’s lap. You watched Tony move around his space with music blasting, unaware you were there. It gave you a chance to observe him. This was the man the media and the world couldn’t see or refused to acknowledge. The man behind Iron Man, Stark Industries, and the Avengers. The human behind everything. You remembered you witnessed a college protest against Stark Industries and their involvement in the construction of weapons that were killing innocent people. You were proud to witness the peaceful protest then, but now you understand that war and fighting are complicated. There were no winners when blood was shed. Sometimes you forget that a different Tony met your mom at a different point in her life. “Hey kiddo,” Tony said as he finally saw you, and FRIDAY turned down the music. The billionaire hugged you quickly. “How are the Mormons? How are you feeling?” His eyes scanned you over.

“Iowa was good,” you said, walking over to one of the bean bags and dropping down on one. I got sick—just once, though, which honestly is not bad considering everything. Did Dr. Carpenter call you?” The man shook his head and sat next to you. He wants me not to skip a week and continue with the new treatment plan.”

“How do you feel about that?” Yelena asked you the same question. Sighing, you shrugged.

“I trust him,” you said. “So I’ll do it, but I would have liked a break.” Before he could say more, you fished a piece of paper from your pocket. “Here,” you handed it to him. “I finished it on the way home.” You closed your eyes as he looked at the sketch of the Black Widow suit you designed.

You’ve been staring at it for so long that you could draw it with your eyes closed. The most significant change from their original suit was functionality over style. It was lightweight and had armor similar to the Black Panther nanosuit. To you, it made sense with all of the physical hand-to-hand combat they experienced. There were subtle red undertones for Natasha, and Yelena had white. The Black Widow symbol was removed. Their boots allowed for more noise-dampening and better climbing. The signature Widow Bites were sleeker, now integrated directly into their gloves.

“These are incredible,” you opened your eyes as you heard him stand up suddenly. “We can start building them today. I may have to reach out to Shuri, but we can start with the basics,” you giggled at the man’s excitement. “Do you want to help? Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

“Nope,” you stood up. “Right where I want to be.” His smile was infectious.

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You weren’t sure how Tony could work such long hours in the lab. A headache was forming from all the lights and screens. But you were able to make good progress before Kate came running in. Tony was able to hide the project. “Are you good at darts?” The archer. You pointed to yourself. “Yes, you. Yelena said you were amazing at the pool. Do those kills translate to darts?”

“Uh,” you dragged out. “Kind of.” Darts were okay. Not your favorite game, but bars were more likely to have a dart board due to space.

“Amazing,” Kate clapped her hands together. “Alright, Stark, you’re coming too. It’s game time.” Tony huffed and rolled your eyes.

“Come on,” Tony said to you. “Before reinforcements come down.” You were so confused, but you followed him out of the lab. It was how you found yourself at a dart tournament between the Avengers. It was held outside at the covered heated patio. Music was playing. Tony was behind the bar serving drinks, and when you weren’t playing, Yelena held you hostage with her arms around your waist.

It seemed wild that this was your life now. Months and years spent alone, now you were surrounded by so much love.

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[idrellegames]

When would be an appropriate point to open a blog for my story? I plotted my whole story, got the story down, finished 95 percent of the code, started writing a little, and now I just need to fully figure out the rest of my cast (procrastination 😬). I'm a little confused when and tbh... how lol. Been questioning myself a lot. I want to start early to build a fanbase, but I also don't want to lead anyone on. You've been around a while, so I feel like you know your stuff.

So, there's really no right or wrong answer to this kind of thing.

But I think the most important thing is that you need a substantial demo and to know exactly what your vision is for your game before you start to build an audience. Don't build a fandom before you have something for them to be a fan of—story summaries, character introductions, and all that kind of stuff is well and good, but if players don't have something to play, you're setting them (and yourself) up for disappointment.

You need to have a demo that is functional, substantial, and gives the player a solid idea of what your game is about and how it is going to play. You need enough material that what they can play is satisfying and leaves them wanting more.

I think you also can't underestimate the impact a growing audience has on your work, and how excitement over in-development ideas can influence you in ways that will ultimately harm your game. The audience doesn't know what you want or what your vision is, only you do. Know exactly what you're creating so you can stand firm on your ideas.

My one regret in starting my blog when I did (which albeit was for a completely different game, Wayfarer as it is conceptualized now didn't exist when I made this blog) is that I announced too many characters too soon. If I was doing this over again, I would keep my mouth shut about any upcoming characters, especially companions, until they were actually in the game—even if it meant that no one knows who they can and cannot romance.

Companion/RO lists are the number one marketing tool for IF games on tumblr, but in practice this only works for a small number of games with a very specific structure. If these characters are not in the game from the first chapter, don't say anything about them. Don't hint. Don't announce. Don't offer information. Keep it blind.

Development is always, always, always going to take longer than you expect.

Trust your gut instinct. Keep more things to yourself than you think you need to. It's better to let future updates surprise your playerbase than to let hype for a future character or moment lead to disappointment when it ends up taking you a while to get there.

Good luck!

[sacabambaspisu]

Itadori makes you ginger chicken meatballs!

word count: 0.4k, fluff

a/n: requests open (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

“Gahh.. I'm hungry..” You whined, body sprawled out on Itadori’s bed as you looked at him with those silly puppy eyes.

“Oh, I can cook something for you! Do you have anything in mind?” Itadori smiled while squatting down beside the bed, running his fingers through your hair. “Mmm.. I want something savory..” you sighed out, relaxing with his touch.

“Hum.. Ginger chicken meatballs?” You immediately perk up hearing that, using your arms for support to pick yourself up. “Hell yeah I want that!” He chuckles at your excitement and gets up, lending out his hand towards you. “Let's make it then!”

Holding his hand, he walks with you to the kitchen. He grabs an apron and puts it on himself, running his fingers through his hair whilst showing off a little. “Let the greatest, Itadori Yuuji, be your chef for tonight!”

You giggle at his antics, watching over him intently while he prepares the ingredients: Ground chicken, finely chopped green onions, ginger paste, egg yolks, salt and pepper.

He puts all the ingredients in a bowl, using twice as much ginger. Mixing them well and kneading it with his hands, you can't help but notice that he does have nice hands.

“Hm? What's wrong?” Itadori asked curiously, snapping you back to reality. “Oh– nothing!” You laughed, a hint of nervousness in your voice but he brushes it off and laughs with you.

After kneading the ingredients together, he made sure to wash his hands before grabbing a spoon so he could shape the meatballs. “Can I help too?” You asked him, he smiled at you, “Sure, let's go together with the power of romanceeee!” he joked, making you giggle and gently punched his shoulder with your hand.

Tossing the meatballs to a pot, and all that's left is to make the soup and boil them. Just being beside Itadori already made you happy enough, he really is the best.

– –

“Time to eat!” you both exclaimed cheerfully, just looking at the food is already making you drool. Using your chopsticks, you grab a meatball from the pot, blowing on it before putting it in your mouth. “Mm! It tathes so goof.. (it tastes so good..)”

“You should chew before you speak!” he scolded you gently, letting out a muffled chuckle from you. You continued chewing on the meatball, savoring the flavors from it.

“You're a pretty good chef, Yuuji!” You smiled gleefully at him, “Heh–Thanks!” You can see a faint blush on his cheeks, cute!

– –

Finishing the well-deserved meal, Itadori laid back with his arms for support as you're drinking the last few sips of your water. “Oh yeah, I ever taught Fushiguro how to make these meatballs too. We should invite him and Kugisaki to eat sometime!”

You smiled at the idea, nodding. “Yeah, it would be fun.” Letting out a sigh as you rubbed your belly, feeling full and satisfied. Suddenly, Itadori lets out a burp.

“What the.. Hey!–”

“Sorry!”

[blackstargazer]

mid-story line tag

(10 lines from the middle of 10 fics & tagging 10 people)

Run, do not walk to @shyinsunlight’s lines. You’re in for a treat! (Thank you for tagging me ♥️)

In no particular order, because I am a chaos goblin:

XIV. Temperance

“What did I say about your hands, mon tigre?” A shaky, frantic voice ripped through Barty. “I haven't moved them—I—I swear.” Orion raised a brow before giving a sing-song reply, “But you did. And what did I tell you I would do?” Barty thought back to those tender kisses along his neck, “You said you would punish me.”

Bat Out of Hell

“Are you going to take my life like you promised?” “Reply hazy, try again.” Sirius answered, then tossed the ball to Barty who caught it one handed. “I suppose a better question would be,” Sirius purred as he sauntered over toward the younger man, winding his index fingers through Barty’s belt loops and tugging him forward so their hips were flush, “do you want me to?”

Undisclosed Desires

“That’s the difference between you and James and me and Barty. You and James live in this fun little bubble where you never share your true feelings.” “Yes, we do!” Sirius denied. “Not really. You, in particular, are afraid of judgment and have held back your desires—your wants—for fear of disrupting the status quo. And I can only surmise that James does the same. Either that or he’s incredibly boring and has never had an impure thought better left in his perfect little head.” Regulus pouted. Sirius’ smirk grew, and he tutted as his waves crashed against his cheeks. “Oh Reggie, I assure you, James is far from an angel . Do you want to know a secret?”

Arcadian Sunset

“When the devil comes knocking, you be sure to tell him I send my regards.”

Cowboy Killer

“Don’t tell me you’re done already.” Remus whispered, crimson lining his teeth as he worked his way up to Sirius’ ear, “Are you gonna come in your pants like a teenager? I thought you could handle a rough ride, darling. You wouldn’t want to ruin those fancy fucking pants, now, would you?”

Wild Things

"You know what your problem is?" Barty said as he took an impossible step closer, so their chests were touching, and Regulus had to look up even further, "You spend so much time stuck in the past that you're missing your present, your future. You're scared, Regulus, because you've been burned before. You're scared that you'll be burned again. So frightened that you're missing what's right in front of you."

XX. Judgment

“I don’t conform to anything—I would have thought you had known that by now.” Barty countered. Orion tutted as he stopped his rotation and stepped behind Barty, so their faces were directed toward the camera. A firm hand gripped Barty’s left hip, and the right hand of his father wrapped around a pliable throat as he purred gospel into his ear, “ahhh, but you do pet. You mold yourself into the image they expect to see when they look at you.” “And what do they expect to see?” Barty moaned out as Orion’s slender fingers traced along the barred throat. “Deviance, frivolity, anarchy.” Sirius watched as his father looked directly at him through the screen, paying no mind to the boy in front of him apart from the gentle caresses against his skin, and Sirius burned. “You refuse to look inward toward the reality of who you are—what you are—finding only a verboten, sinful, rancid soul and judging what you see through their lens, rather than your own.”

Waiting for the Spark

Regulus’ fingers began to ache; he was certain they were probably bleeding from how quickly he was typing and the force Regulus exerted onto each key, desperate to finish but knowing he was barely halfway. He idly thought about the sheer will James Potter was exuding as he managed to keep his cock up this whole time, barely satisfied by the clenching of Regulus’ center.

Broad-Shouldered Beasts

“No, no, no—I took your wings.” Betrayal marred his features, and he stepped back away from the angel. “Oh—Evan. Stop. I just told you I can change you back. I just wanted you to enjoy this for a moment. To see what you’ve missed.” “What I miss is my wings, Pandora . Give. Them. Back.” An impish smile rose to her face, “Not until you stop, take a look around, hear the sounds of the earth, smell the roses, taste the rainbow, feel mortality.”

Through the Looking Glass

“Sirius—he—Sirius cannot lose you again. It will break him—and he—he’s come so far, Regulus. These few months with you have been the happiest I’ve seen him in—well—since first year. And it would damage him beyond repair if you—he’ll take you however he can get you—in whatever way you feel most comfortable with. Be it brothers or—“ James’ wrist rolled in the air as he searched for another label that would be appropriate.

Please don’t feel pressured to participate if I tag you, and if you’ve already been tagged for this before—send me the link so I can read your lines 🙏

@andwaitforthespark @faeries-withspirits @snarky-magpie @wormvirtues @galaxoshine @bradleysass @astracoreiisblog @havocpusher @plumsmadness @star-liit

[lazyrezi]

Aaaand we have more!!!

The bones beneath my skin - why. Whyhyyyyyyye how. How. How did NOONE talk about this one? WHY is everyone sleeping on this book???? Do me a favour if you're reading this which means you are infact capable of reading, READ FHIS BOOK!

I personally devoured it in two days and it only took me that long because I was actively trying to savour it. And when i finished, I immediately reread it. I will probably reread it again in the near future instead of reading the many untouched books on my nightstand table but what can you do, the heart wants what it wants

AND MY HEART WANTS MY FOUND FAMILY ON THE RUN, ALIENS, GRIEF, LOVE, HUMANITY, THE FREAKIN' SHEER DEDICATION AND DEVOTION ohmgod

Man the devotion is what gets me. I would also go to the ends of the world for Artemis. I'm not usually fan of kid characters and I meaaaaan is Art technically reaaaaallly a kid? I think so? Kinda? Whatever. But Art works. Never met a character named Art i didn't love

This is a wholesome story, the main guy is just having A DAY phew he is going through it and hilarity ensues and love blossoms (and so do flowers) and it's great. I honestly think it's one of the best written most cohesive and satisfying story tj klune has written yet. And the romance!!! Aw my heart!!! It's not nearly as ridiculous or outrageous or weird as his other pairings, honestly very tame for tj klune but it works. Everything about this book works for me 1000/10 READ IT ALREADY IF YOU HAVEN'T YET

Somewhere beyond the sea - hope no one takes this to heart. I am merely an idiot who spends all her money on books and then sometimes doesn't even like them

I didn't like this one

Aaaaa

Why

I dont even know

I get it! I love the message! I am here for it!!! The story itself was.... kinda lackluster? Much like the first one in this series (is it a series now?) Listen. I don't know what makes my stupid brain go haywire. Sometimes a book can have everything going for it and it just doesn't hit. Now don't get me wrong! It wasn't a bad book. Any book by tj klune is better than most. I always feel very safe reading his stories if that makes any sense at all. Safe doesn't always mean I get obsessed though. And this one ... unfortunately didn't make me crazy. It was very sweet. And also tragic of course. But also for the life of me I cannot actually remember what happened?? Was it just... things almost happened and went wrong and then they didn't? Because I never find that very satisfying narratively speaking. Like. If something is set up to go wrong, you have to follow through AND THEN make it right. This just felt to me like tj klune loved the characters too much to actually put them through the shit. The shit being the narrative. Maybe I'm remembering wrong, I read it pretty much when it came out last year and haven't touched it since so. I don't know. If you liked the house in the cerulean sea you will like this one. I ... also wasn't that big of a fan of that one so this tracks 6/10

Tj klune books ranked by me based on pure vibes, re-read potential, angst to humor ratio and MY OBJECTIVELY CORRECT OPINION:

Tales of Verania - LISTEN! LISTEN!!! These books are insane and I don't even know if I mean it in a good way tbh. The characters are all on crack. It's both corny (HAH if you know you know) and raunchy. YES the humour is a bit out there and sometimes the sex scenes/jokes are almost too much for my virgin eyes. Are these books "good"? You're asking the wrong question! They're fun and you WILL have fun reading them!!! It's very self-aware, tongue in cheek also sometimes a little too cheesy for my liking.

Oh, also, there are lesbian and emo dragons and magic and monologuing villains and a prophecy because OF COURSE THERE IS. These books will not change your life, but they will make you laugh and maybe cringe and feel. I am thinking about rereading it for the vibes. 10/10 would recommend BUT ONLY if you can get silly with it!!! No doom and gloom!!! (Okay, maybe a little doom and gloom....)

Green creek - ANGST. WEREWOLVES. GAY POSSESIVE WEREWOLVES. FOUND FAMILY

(weird age gap relationships I'm so sorry I hate it too and I hate how easy it would have been to just not do that but oh well)

MORE ANGST.

It's been a minute since I have read these books but oh boy they had me in a chokehold for MONTHS. Full disclaimer I have not read the last book AND STILL I am fully confident in recommending these books.

Ngl there is more weird shit in these books than I care to list. IT DOESN'T MATTER. If the tales of verania characters are on crack then these ones are living in a straight up soap opera. People leave. They hold grudges. THEY HAVE AMNESIA? They have enemies as well. Buildings blow up, people die ohymgod the melodrama never ends and. That is. SO FUN. albeit a different kind of fun but still. Fun times all around. I have finished reading these books and immediately reread them which should tell you everything you need to know. 10000/10

The extraordinaries - imagine you're watching a movie where a scene is coming up that just gives you THE WORST second hand embarrassment - now imagine it isn't a scene in a movie, it's three books and it's every page of all three books. Just sheer unadulterated second hand embarrassment.

Now if you look inside yourself you might find that your feelings are misplaced. The main guy isn't embarrassed and neither should you be! Life is all about falling on your ass and making an idiot out of yourself in the process and it's okay! It's okay. At least that's what I kept telling myself while reading these books.

No, but in all seriousness. These books are good fun. The greatest thing about tj klune is that he will take ANY theme and make it gay. We have gay superheroes. Gay werewolves. Gay magical beings. Gay ghosts! I as someone who regularly wonders why the media I am consuming isn't more gay, am a fan. I want him to do it all. Gay cowboys! Gay astronauts! GIMME IT.

These books I will not reread because I fear I might just die from the second hand embarrassment. It's so bad. But! It's also good! Educational fun. Wholesome love. Some minimal melodrama. 7/10

Oookay. Time for the stand alone books!

The house in the cerulean sea - okay don't hate me but this ain't my favourite. It's everyone else's tho! So I'm sure there is something to it. I think this is what you think of first when you hear tj klune - everyone knows this one, everyone loves it. It's like the popular kid in school. I, as a stubborn contrarian cannot abide this.

Still there is a lot going for this one. It takes you on a journey in a way a book should. And I personally love old gays being in big gay love so I can't complain.

But I will nonetheless.

So the thing about this book is that it's very innocent. And there isn't much angst just a minor misunderstanding that is pretty much quickly resolved. The big confrontation at the end is also quickly squashed by *checks notes* people talking to each other? I mean. It's nice! I would like it to work like that irl. In stories however.... I like a little more angst and anguish personally. There are also a lot of kid characters in this one which is FINE tj klune is actually pretty good at writing kids realistically (even special magical kids) but it's just not for me. I say that but I will be buying the sequel next month so jokes on me. The whole book was just a little too on the nose for my liking but it's still a very cosy read. Also someone pointed this out but WHY is this book so British? None of his other books are set in Britain and this one is set in a magical world so what's up with that?

Despite all my complaints I have reread this book twice. I don't know either. 8/10

In the lives of puppets - first tj klune book I have ever read and seeing as I have since then read everything written by this man I think you know this one is a good one. IT'S SO GOOD. It has everything!! Robots. Found family (families always find each other in tj klune stories). Asexual main guy. ROAD TRIP. Wholesome fun and existential crises for the price of one! 9/10 docked a point only because I don't think I'll be rereading it again. Also the romance was a bit weird BUT! It did grow on me. Like mould.

Under the whispering door - you would think this one would be an easy 10/10. Doomed love story (also gay 'cause of course it's gay), lessons about redeeming yourself, coffee shop and ghosts and and. Honestly it's been a minute since I've read this one. But what I remember is the ending.

Call me pessimistic but I don't think love should bring you back from the dead SORRY. IMMA SAY IT. Main guy should have stayed dead! Think like "the love was there, it didn't save anyone but it was there" vibes. Expect! Here it did save someone! Ridiculous concept! I buy ghost dogs but I WILL draw the line at being brought back from the dead. (The dog isn't brought back in case you're wondering). And it's such a shame because I really like the themes about death and redeeming yourself and it has such good potential! Unfortunately it suffers a serious case of not-working-for-me. Listen can I explain to you why this book didn't hit the same as the rest? Noo. All I know is that I read this book and immediately forgot about it. And unlike the house in the cerulean sea it looks like so did everyone else. Seriously tho. Anyone a big fan of this one? 6/10.

[cyberspacebear]

i have also fallen down the niche pipeline of being obsessed with both hivemind and the yard you are not alone 💌 i also think that riley and graydon would mesh so well with the yard if they ever had them on (tho maybe 6 would be too many ppl so if one of the boys missed an episode . i've thought abt this a lot)

YES thank you. i need the hivemind guest ep so bad it is hurting me. i was in the dustiest ass channel of the yard discord pleading for it

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the ask prompt game...

Spirk #17 to distract

"Report," Kirk ordered. The word buzzed low against Spock's ear, quiet and audibly tense.

"Less than two minutes until they reach our location, Captain," Spock replied promptly. "Commander Scott will need at least another eight before the transporter is operable again." His voice was equally hush, despite their perceived solitude. He had seen carelessness take far too many lives during his time in Starfleet; he would not allow it to take his captain as well - and, illogically, Spock could not quite dispense of the phantom sensation of eyes on the back of his neck.

"We'll need to bluff it," Kirk decided, looking grim.

His gaze was strangely intense against Spock, full of rioting emotion, and, almost, Spock wished to look away. He did not. Instead, he nodded, holding steady eye contact.

The odds, Spock knew, that Kirk's gambit - whatever it may be - would succeed were... poor. The guards had, after all, seen their faces. But Kirk would keep fighting right until the bitter end, and Spock, of course, would be right beside him.

Solemn, he vowed, "I shall follow your lead," though he knew Kirk would not have doubted it. Still, the unnecessary words were well worth the way the tension around Kirk's eyes melted away, the somber set of his mouth slipping instead into a golden-edged smile.

Almost wonderingly, a soft chuckle fell from those lips, incongruous in their surroundings and entirely treasured. "What would I do without you?" Kirk asked, reaching up to exert gentle pressure on Spock's bicep.

I pray you never need find out, Spock made to say, getting only so far as drawing in breath before the sound of distant footsteps drew them both from their quiet moment, snuffing the words before they could take shape. "Eighteen seconds," he said instead, after rapidly adjusting his calculations. Faster than anticipated.

Kirk nodded, some unreadable emotion hiding in the soft crease between his brows.

"Forgive me, Mr. Spock," Kirk said softly, and Spock did not have time to question what he meant before Kirk was pulling him down by his shirt, dragging their lips together with great urgency.

Quite suddenly, Spock found that his mind was entirely blank. Strange heat flickered through his whole form, and his universe narrowed to only Kirk, all soft and human-warm, who was pressed flush to his chest and kissing him.

One, then two seconds stuttered by in which Spock thought no thoughts at all, struck utterly motionless in the face of such unexpected attentions. He only felt, swept away by the sensation of pliant lips against his own and warm fingers stroking through his hair, gently mussing.

The very first thought to break to the surface was simply, Jim. A wave of emotion flooded in with it, astonishment and affection sweeping over him in such quantities that he felt nearly lightheaded.

The second was, We will be caught, and Spock jolted as something near to panic rose up inside his gullet, urging him to take Jim into his arms and run.

The third, however, was not his own; it was pressed into his katra from the outside by Jim's careful fingers, his clever mind slipping easily past Spock's shields. Play along, he said, projecting deliberate calm through their connection. Still, Jim was unpracticed in telepathic arts, and beneath that false serenity Spock could feel a tangle of guilt and determination, bitter and writhing.

The truth came to Spock in one fell swoop.

Jim's gambit... was this.

His lips and his hands, which pressed themselves so tenderly to Spock's skin, were not for him.

It was not love which had drawn his captain into his arms, but mere utility. Jim had realized what Spock had not: though they could not hide themselves, they could, perhaps, distract from themselves.

Two men attempting to look inconspicuous would only draw suspicion. Two men locked in a romantic embrace, however, may be overlooked - or even deliberately ignored. Few were comfortable with looking closely at the private passions of strangers, and fewer still would see reason to. Those searching for them, Spock hoped, would not. There would be no logic in halting an escape attempt solely for a kiss, after all.

Therefore, in order to escape unnoticed, they must be convincing.

They must seem, to any observers, to be completely and entirely immersed in one another, with no care for anything going on in their surroundings, and no fear of discovery.

Two lives, purchased with a kiss.

It was entirely logical, then, for Spock to part his lips, inviting Jim's tongue to dip inside of the wet cave of his mouth and meeting it with his own. If a groan rumbled deep within his chest, it could surely only help their cause; there was no need to swallow it down.

This disguise would, Spock observed as Jim's tongue flicked gently at his mouth, be far easier to maintain than it had any right to be.

It was a terribly simple matter for a man in love to behave as though he were a man in love.

The difficult part, then, would be remembering that it was a ruse. Already, heat bubbled deep within Spock, aching want suffusing his every neuron. Every faint brush of flesh sent golden tendrils of telepathic energy sparking across his skin, and it was all Spock could manage to hold himself back from pressing hungry fingers to Jim's meldpoints and sinking into that wonderfully enticing mind.

Instead, Spock slipped a hand beneath the hem of Jim's shirt, rucking up the cloth until he was tracing patterns across a smooth expanse of golden skin. He flexed his hand, allowing his nails to scratch carefully along Jim's spine, and did not permit himself to consider reaching upwards, to Jim's face - or worse: downwards, beyond the waistband of his pants.

He wondered if Jim would have chosen this, had he known how very much Spock wanted.

Perhaps it was selfish of Spock to allow it.

Still, he could not force himself away - not when Jim's life was at stake. The kiss was his lifeline, and so the kiss must remain.

The touch of their minds, however, did nothing to aid Jim. It was solely for Spock's benefit, taken from Jim without his knowledge or intent.

That, Spock could end.

If Jim was to unknowingly place himself into the hands of someone who wanted more than he would wish to give, then Spock would take it upon himself to be his protector - even if the one he must protect against was himself.

And so, Spock opened himself to every offered touch, and girded his mind against every stray thought, until not a single wisp of golden energy could find its way past his defenses.

When Jim's thigh nudged its way between Spock's legs, Spock spread his stance wider, allowing him to press closer, and did not let himself feel. His hands grasped and squeezed at the soft flesh beneath them, drawing quiet gasps from a pink-flushed throat, and no pleasant hum buzzed against his fingertips, carrying with it the flavor of human emotion. Jim nipped at his lips and pet at his hair, and Spock pressed every scrap of yearning deep down within himself to where they couldn't emerge.

Eyes closed and spirit aching, Spock kissed him.

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from this ask game

[ohnoitsz1m]

Halflife ponies. Btw.

A warning to any MLP enjoyers: if this ends up on derpibooru or any similar site I'll gnaw you into splinters like a cheap plastic dog toy. I'm on the DNP lists under animatorfun and I'll request a new link for this blog specifically if I havw to. Please stop reuploading my shit 💀

Edit: i forgot to reenable the layer with Gordon's glasses it's so over. I was wondering why she looked weird oughhgggh

Edit2: fixed gordon <3

[raffi-cat]

hivewing sketches/studies i did a little bit ago trying to figure out how to draw them

[anastacialy]

alright as much as everyone (including me) has been nitpicking and critiquing season three of bridgerton i have to hand them one thing and that's no other season has made me this insane

[tinyfantasminha]

👍

[starryluminary]

FINALLYYYYY GOD. THIS TOOK 2 WEEKS TO BEAT

Reached 30 tags so here’s the rest of my thoughts:

AND I PLAYED FOR ANOTHER TEN HOURS. IT NEVER ENDED

but yes. despite all that whining I did have a blast with brothership

I want to play through it again. I feel like this is the kind of game that needs a second play through to digest it properly

Ok that’s it. Glad I finished l. Goodnight folks

[buttercupshands]

friend gift acquired

the whole gang is hereeeeeee

[fingertipsmp3]

Okay I’m adding two more resolutions for 2025. I am exclusively mood-reading books, which means no TBR and no regimented planned reading, and I am also refusing to wear anything I don’t want to wear