#but it fits in very very well so i'm amused by the connection

[fictionadventurer]

The truth at the heart of the Santa Clause franchise is that jaded "realistic" adults need to embrace a sense of childlike wonder and believe in things beyond what logic and their senses tell them is possible. The stories work when they serve that theme--Scott learning to believe in his new role, Neil and Laura learning to believe in Santa, Carol learning to recapture her childhood belief in Santa, the teachers at the staff party getting to experience the Christmas miracle that recaptures their childhood experiences. For a story to fit in this franchise, it has to be about moving beyond a narrow idea of the world and embracing a fuller understanding of truth.

The stories that don't work are the ones that are about hiding the truth and telling lies. The North Pole storyline in the second movie fails because it's about Curtis and Bernard telling an elaborate lie to the other elves. The storyline in the third movie about keeping Carol's parents from finding out they're truly in the North Pole fails for the same reason.

Santa's North Pole workshop is a strange, unbelievable thing. It doesn't make sense according to a logical, adult view of the world. It doesn't need to be hidden. Adults are supposed to be encouraged to know the whole truth. It's supposed to be difficult to believe--but they should believe in it. Embracing truth--even truth that exceeds the bounds of human reason--is the theme at the heart of this franchise, which is why the films ring hollow when the story is about trying to hide that truth instead.

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: charles xavier, erik lehnsherr, logan howlett, marie lebeau, and peter maximoff

↳ warnings: x-man type violence maybe? nothing much

↳ notes: just some self indulgent headcanons about how the gang would deal with someone who hates skin on skin contact. this is based on my own personal experiences, so it might not cater to everyone. charles and erik are written to be more of themselves around the first class era, peter is himself as seen in apocalypse, and marie & logan are more set in the first movie's portrayal of them

↳ song: heavy metal lover—lady gaga

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 [𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐗]

• Oh this is not one bit of a problem for Charles

• He's never needed physical contact to connect with people. Whether that's because of his powers, or his 'natural charm' as he calls it, you aren't sure, but your strange request for no contact never seemed to put him off his friendship with you

• Charles has his own ways of bonding with you, no hugs or handshakes required. Instead of nudges used to alert the other of a particularly funny joke, he'd just send you flashes in your mind regarding the situation. The end result was always the same; with the both of you grinning at each other while the rest of the room was left to make their own assumptions as to what you were thinking about

• "Seriously, it's creepy when they do that. They could be talking about anything." Alex whispered to Hank one day as you and Charles stood across the room from each other, not caring if the Professor was able to hear him or not. The only sign that you were even talking was the occasional huff of laughter Charles would let out as you scrunched your nose up in a toothy grin

• "Oh, I wouldn't say that." Hanks eyes gleam from behind his glasses as he watches the two of his friends. "Charles tells me most of it is just really bad jokes, if you want to know."

• As if on cue, the spell between you and Charles breaks as you delve into a laughing fit, and Alex and Hank can't help but shake their heads at each other in slight amusement as they watch

• He does an excellent job at speaking for you when you can't quite explain to new people why you are the way you are—as long as you'll let him, of course

• Maybe it's because he's been in your head, or just because he knows you so well that he can say exactly what you're thinking before you even know it. And sometimes, he doesn't even need to explain much at all. One carefully worded sentence backed with that steady tone of his is enough to make even the most ignorant of people understand

• "No handshakes for them, please." Charles had found himself saying that sentence more times than he could count since getting to know you, but he never found himself growing tired of it; even when you eventually found the awkward courage to start speaking on your behalf. Especially when you started speaking on your behalf

• Charles is a very patient man, and he couldn't be happier than to wait for you to open up to the world like you had done for him, even if it does take a while

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫 [𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐨]

• I'm going to be completely honest with you. At first, Erik finds your habit of avoiding touch annoying

• It's a weakness in his eyes that you have every opportunity to avoid acquiring. He doesn't see the point in being afraid of something so miniscule

• When he first meets you, he's probably an asshole about it. Erik doesn't go out of his way to touch you on purpose, but he won't take extra steps to stop himself from doing so. If the back of his hand brushes against yours as he storms away from another one of Charles' annoying lectures? Then so be it. Who cares if you pull back from him like you've been burned, clutching your skin tightly as you glare at his retreating form

• It will take a while for Erik to begin to understand you, much like it does for him to understand a lot of things about the rest of the world. I won't say that he ever officially apologizes for his past behavior toward you, but he definitely drops hints that he does regret it

• "Never thought I'd live to hear the Erik Lehnsherr himself say sorry for something he did. Next you'll be telling me you've always liked humans." Your eyes were wide in faux surprise as you stared at him one day, looking like you had just heard the best news of your life. It was a good thing you and Erik had a much better relationship than when you had first met, otherwise he wouldn't have had a second thought about shutting you up

• "All I said was that maybe I maybe could have been a bit nicer to you." He sighed, already regretting this entire interaction

• "Oh, you're not getting off that easy." You were already scrambling for the door, completely missing the way Erik rolled his eyes and flicked his hand up in preparation. "Charles! Charles, you'll never believe what just happened—"

• He ended up using your belt buckle to drag you across the room before you could embarrass him any further

• Once he's warmed up to you, I'd like to think that he's definitely used the fact that lots of people wear rings and bracelets to his advantage to stop people from touching you at bars or in crowds

• He swears up and down he doesn't get attached to anyone, and especially not someone that associates with the X-Men of all groups, but you've definitely have had a few people look at their hands around you in confusion while he's around. Almost as if someone else had a say in their actions

• "Big softie."

• "You do know I could kill you if I wanted to."

• "I'd like to retract my last statement, please and thank you."

𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 [𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞]

• Logan doesn't give two shits about your strange request

• Not in the way that he ignores it like Erik, but rather in the way that he literally doesn't give a fuck if you want to be touched or not. He wasn't planning on touching you anyways, so it's not like he really has to think about it

• If anything, Logan is one of the only people who can even begin to understand your mindset. He's never been too fond of people just outright touching him without a warning first, especially if they were strangers, but that's what you get after being experimented on for years

• He'll have to get to both know and like you before he starts taking your words more seriously. Otherwise, all you're getting from him is a gruff noise of disinterest and a roll of his shoulders as he blows past you

• Or ar least that's what he'd like you to think

• "Watch it, pal." You barely had time to process what that noise was next to your ear before Logan was standing dangerously close to you. You were about to ask him to back away before you saw his hand up, and when you looked at his hand you saw it was closed around a strangers wrist; the likes of which was outreached in your direction and just about to make contact with you

• Logans rough tone and sharp glare had sent the fellow stumbling away with an apology, and left you standing there with a bewildered look on your face. It only grew larger when he refused to look at you afterward

• "Don't let it get to your head." Was all he huffed out in your general direction before walking off to continue the mission the both of you were on. Through the com's in your ears, you could hear the rest of the team asking you what was going on, and with a slow upward tick of your lip you finally answered

• "I think Wolverine here has gone a bit soft on my end guys."

• You were given the cold shoulder for the rest of the week by Logan, and every time he glared at you, you couldn't help but try to hold in laughter

• "See, this is why I'm not nice."

• "No no no I take it all back, I swear. You're so mean. You're the meanest, toughest person here, never done a good deed in your life—"

• "Shut the fuck up."

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 [𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞]

• She doesn't understand why you'd choose to have people not touch you

• For Marie, not being able to hug someone— to even so much as hold hands with the people she loved —is a curse. She wasn't such a fool to think that her mutation itself was the curse, Charles had managed to drill that thought out of her head a long while ago, but the side-effect that came with it would forever haunt her

• So when she found out that you actively took strides to make sure no one ever touched you (if possible), she was in disbelief

• "I just don't get it." She'd confessed to you out of the blue once. "How can you stand it? If I were you—"

• "But you're not." You cut her off and shrugged, voice devoid of any meanness or annoyance at the turn of conversation. "I get it. I must seem crazy to you. I'd imagine that you'd jump at the chance to be able to touch someone again. But that just isn't me. I can't stand the feeling of being touched. Makes me feel gross; inside and out. I don't ask you to understand it, just that you respect it. Yeah?"

• She had nodded slowly at you, not expecting the sudden explanation. It wasn't unwelcome, however. Quite the contrary. She'd rather understand you than stew in quiet confusion

• From that moment on, even if Marie thinks you're a little crazy in the head, she does her best to make sure that both herself and others take your wishes to heart

• You have to admit, it's nice having her look out for you. And it helps that she's one of the most powerful mutants on campus; one sideways look from her, and she could send anyone in the opposite direction from you if you need

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 [𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫]

• You're constantly having to remind him that you don't like people touching you

• It's not Peter's fault he forgets sometime. His brain is always going going going from one thing to the next. Thinking about the next mission, the quickest way to get from one end of the country to the other, how to beat that stupid kid at the arcade that keeps leaving him and his high scores in the dust—

• Okay so maybe he could do a bit of a better job of trying to listen

• "Peter, reach for the back of my neck again and I'm gonna break both of your legs." You didn't even have to turn around to know that he was itching to latch onto your neck, most likely to take you on a surprise trip a few states over. Or maybe just to the mall. He was spontaneous like that

• When you did manage to look up from your notebook and back at him, you found that Peter was already a good few feet away from you, holding up his hands with a deceivingly innocent smile; but respecting your wishes all the same

• "You sure you're not a secret nun or something?" He poked fun at the way you refused to let anyone touch you, even going as far to squint at you in an unconvinced manner. You ignored his clear misunderstanding of nuns to snort in amusement

• "No."

• "Could have fooled me, babe."

• He sped away before you had the chance to throw your papers at his head

• Peter's probably the kind of guy to constantly tease you to your face, but the moment you're not in sight and someone's ragging on you, he'll shut them down. He's done it many times to stray students in the hallways of the school who talk just a little too loud about your personal boundaries

• "I'm just saying, man, they're a little weird. The other day, I asked to borrow a pencil, and they threw it at me. While standing less than a foot away. It's just strange—"

• Less than a second later, the student was sent falling to the floor over his shoelaces, which were suspiciously tied together in contrast to moments ago when they had been placed in neat little bows

• The only sign that this hadn't been a freak accident was the telltale burst of wind that sped by the student and their friend, a faint laugh following in its wake

[secriden]

You know what makes me soooo excited for the next phase of Fadel and Style's relationship? It's that they will finally slot into the CORRECT relationship dynamics because this whole time, it's been flipped.

From the beginning, something felt off, and I think it's because Style's true desire is to be pursued. We are shown this pretty much in Style's introduction when he blatantly puts his body on display with the Crop Top Stretch. Style wants to be approached, wants to be propositioned, wants to be desired. Also, remember how he initially flirts with Fadel when his only motivation was his own attraction? He pinned the Heart Burger badge onto his chest to create an opportunity for Fadel to put his hands on Style's body.

Of course Fadel wasn't pursuing Style; was in fact, actively trying to get away (for reasons OTHER than a lack of physical attraction to Style), so it is the plot that has to drive our lovebirds together using Kant's request and partly Style's own desire to get some revenge.

But throughout their interactions, we constantly see glimpses of Style's desire to be pursued: every single time Fadel even shows a HINT of wanting Style, he immediately falls pliant, like he can't wait to let Fadel take the reins. And nothing shows this more clearly than the absolutely blissed out look on Style's face in Ep 4 when he thinks Fadel has finally admitted that he wants Style.

(Fucking hell, just look at how dazed and almost euphoric Style looks here? It's like Style has been starving for the barest hint that Fadel truly wants him.)

Which is also why we've gotten so many fake outs. Because although Fadel IS attracted to Style (Ep 2 made that...abundantly clear), he isn’t remotely ready to pursue anyone. Not only is Fadel nursing a broken heart, barely beating, he also has very justified suspicions about Style’s connection to Kant and Style's unnatural persistence.

So it's Style that has to pursue - he dodges Fadel's footsteps, and bullies his way into Fadel's life; but in between the frustration and annoyance, Fadel's walls begin to crack. And I think it's SO COOL that the first significant evidence we have of Fadel's walls crumbling is because Style puts his body on display for Fadel. Because Fadel responded to something that was naturally part of the way Style operates before he even met Fadel. And there are other, more compelling reasons why I think Fadel begins to fall for Style, but that's not really the point I'm trying to make here.

When Fadel said "If I like you, I'll do the pursuing", it wasn't just to get Style to back off. Because now that Fadel has finally chosen to explore something real with Style, we are seeing Fadel's words in action. I know some people have said Fadel's switch to flirting so blatantly with Style in Ep 4's gym scene came out of left field, but I think it may well be confirmation that this was always the dynamic they were meant to be in. Fadel likes pursuing and Style likes being pursued. They fit, they match, they're perfectly compatible.

(Fadel looks almost faintly amused by how "flustered" Style is. Because he doesn't know that Style is actually afraid of him - why would he, when Style has evidenced zero fear so far? So this comes across like Style is getting shy in response to Fadel's unexpected and more overt approach. And possibly this is Fadel starting to remember how much he enjoys the chasing.)

Unfortunately, Kant's revelation is going to screw allll of this up. But, we are finally going to see glimpses of how they work when they're aligned correctly in their dynamics! And while it will take a journey (and oh, it will be gloriously painful, won't it?), our boys are finally on the road to something lasting and I am sooo glad we get to come along for the ride. <3

[writingoddess1125]

Just a Peak- 👀

Crack-Head Headcanon

You accidently see the guys naked

Spicy Themes 🔥 including oral 18+

Buggy, Mihawk, Crocodile, Shanks,

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Also a quick side note for everyone, This took forever since I had to do actual math! I looked at ALL of these damn characters and their height then based off of Odas fucking drawings figure out how their anatomy would lay in how he drew pants. Was it excessive- Absolutely 💯 was it worth it IDK

Buggy

• You all had been drinking on the ship, it was a fun party in all honesty. Buggy of course wanting to be flashing and show off how fun he was. Buggy who was fairly well drunk stumbled out for some reason you didnt hear-

• You stumbled out to potentially puke over the rails, However when you did you saw your Captian standing there clearly having finished relieving himself and now simply too drunk to put himself away as he stared out over the open ocean.

• You now knew why Buggy was so damn confident all the time...

• Thicccc, easy 8 inches flaccid and fit so well in his gloved hands it damn near looked picturesque.

• Have you ever seen a pretty cock!? When are cock pretty!? It's literally a perfect shape and color, with nicely trimmed ocean blue curls at the base.

Mihawk

• "AHH!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Buggy screamed as he caught you staring- His face as red as his nose as he quickly tried to tuck himself away with sloppy hands.

• You quickly doing a U-Turn back into the hull of the ship- Face as red as a cherry and the image now seared into your brain.

Crocodile

• Being acquainted with Mihawk definitely had its benefits, in case really good drinks and the Bartender giving you free drinks cause they were hitting on The famous pirate!

• Mihawk had disapeared around 4 drinks ago, so you walled out of the bar to see if you could spot him. Turning the corner you spot him, but he definitely wasn't alone.

• There he was with thay flirty Bartender, her on her knees sucking him off. He looked mildly bored as well as he glanced down at her- However you couldn't help but stare when you saw her pull back for air.

• Long a solid 9+ inches , A bit thin for what you expected but clearly he made up for it in length. Pale, Slender, curved ever so slightly and thick hair at the base.

• You now understood the wide walk-

• Seeing the young female Bartender taking him fully into her mouth once mkre with a deep blush. Her nose pressed against the thick layer of black hair at the base- You see his eyes go up from the Bartender right to you

• His eyes met yours and he smirked- Like he was amused you had caught him this way, or that he was turned on by this possibly.

• Your face burned as he stared such strong eye contact with you. Quickly you snapped from your thoughts and hurried back into the bar. Finishing your drink quietly as the memory played in your mind.

• When Mihawk returned he sat next to you, not saying a work but you felt his eyes following you.

• Being a secretary was hard- being one for a famed dangerous pirate was harder- and then there was Crocodile

• He was a very picky and meticulous man that you knew better then to displease. So you had gotten his clothes from the cleaner (sands a bitch to wash out) and was dropping them off at his current residence. You had a key anyway so you walked right in, not expecting him there anyway.

• You were dead wrong however- Walking in it seemed Crocodile had just left the shower and didn't bother with a towel either. Stepping out steaming and having water running down his form.

• He was a big man (8ft3in -253 cm) you knew that... however you never connected it how that would translate in terms of.. his other anatomy however this just didn't seem fair!

Shanks

• It was easy 11 inches, the size of some people's forearm! Paired with it being very girthy it looked more like a weapon then an organ

• Paired with the lazy mess of wavy black curls at the base he clearly didn't bother taming.

• His eyes locking on your shocked face and how red you looked. A noise similar to that of a chuckle leaving him as he didn't even bother closing his robe.

• "Come here-" He said, taking a drag from his cigar and waving you to come back in... it seemed you would have a much closer look now-

• It had been a eventful day- A successful treasure hunt were the whole crew had pulled in a few billion berries for their own pocket. So you had all celebrated, Getting far too drunk in a short amount of time- Paired with delicious food.

• You still feeling buzzed you decided to drift off to get some rest before you got totally shitfaced

• Walking into one of the near by rooms to get some rest, the alcohol still making you fuzzy you realized far too late you'd stepped into the Captian's Quarters- and Far far too late into noticing their was your Captian half undressed clearly about to retire himself.

• A lovely white and pink member laying at a easy 8 in flacid and a forest of untamable red curls are the base of his cock that just lead your eyes there and only to there.

• He blinked at you surprised before cracking one of his signature smiles-

• "You okay Darling?" He said with a laugh, seeing your face so red and shocked.

• A twinkle in his eyes as he gestured for you to come fully inside.

• "Seems something has caught your eye, why don't we close up that door and talk about it?~" He said with a smirk. You nodding and closing the door behind you with a shy smile.

• Now how could you refuse that?

[james-is-here]

I lovingly blame @belladonna6-6-6 for it since I run ideas by them and something was said to get the gears working and here's what it produced along with the photos in the header

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Tags: After Met Gala, drunk horny Felix, blowjob (Mn receiving), implied subspace, riding, implied hyung kink (it's used a lot), implied exhibitionism (and brief mention of Hemsworth and Eddie Redmayne 🫢), Subby Felix is called Pixie.

The whole night you couldn't stop glancing at your boy. He was so pretty, so elegant, so adorable.

Those were your thoughts, you couldn't stop appreciating the fact that you had someone as ethereal as the Lee Felix.

Now Felix on the other hand....

You were fitted with a red victorian style coat on top of a navy blue shirt with the same flower lace as Hyunjin and Felix. Your coat was left open and hugging your waist was a matching red corset -You didn't even tell anyone you liked corsets, Tommy just knew- and your bottoms were white and Felix found you...Well, to put it simply, he wanted to jump you when he first saw your look.

He found you so hot, you looked amazing in the corset and the coat. Your look stood out among the boys but in a good way, he couldn't stop hugging and holding you.

And you thought you were obsessed with his waist.

When leaving the Met, you literally had to grab him and hand him to another member cause he wouldn't leave you. You were a secret relationship outside the group, Felix's horniness was gonna expose you both.

At the hotel, Felix didn't let you go to your room. immediately pulling you to his. "No, Felix-" "Hyung~!" He dragged out, pulling on your hand when you stopped, you were just standing there as he barely used his strength to drag you. The most that moved was your shoulder. "Felix." "What?" He pouted, stopping his pulling and looking up at you, the slightly taller heals on your shoes making you taller.

"You are very much drunk, don't know why me and Chan let you in the first place, but I'm not going to do this." "Please Hyung?" He begged and you realized he's using the honorific a lot more than usual. "Felix...are you here?" "Yes, Hyung." "No, I mean Felix not Pixie."

He pouts, swinging your connected hands back and forth while staring down at the floor. "Pixie, don't pout." You tell him, sighing as you pull him along instead and to his room.

After shutting the door, you push him lightly onto the door and he giggles, wrapping his arms around your neck before you grab his wrists and remove his arms. "Mnie..." "Pixie, come on-" "I couldn't stop thinking about you~ So sexy with the corset...Did you not think of me?" He pouts, swinging his hands around to fight your gentle grip around his wrists.

"Of course I did, you look so cute and pretty, Pixie." "And?" You laugh lightly, watching him toss his hands back down to his sides when he finally realizes getting out of your grip to touch you was inevitable. "And? What do you mean? I was thinking how adorable and beautiful you looked. Was thinking how much I love you and your looks." "Those...Those are pure thoughts." "Oh, really now?" You laugh, completely amused as you let him go and walk into the main room.

"You're teasin' me." His small murmur was slurred and you chuckle again. "Okay, What did you think about?" You turn back around, gently pulling off your coat and laying it across the little bench at the end of the bed. "You." You snicker, shaking your head and sitting on the bed. "Well I got that much but what else?"

He sluggishly took off his coat and he tossed it from the entrance of the small hallway to the door and you caught it as it veered off its path and draped it with yours. "Careful, Pixie." He huffed, walking up to you and straddling your lap. "I was thinking how good you look in corsets. How much I wanted to take it off you. How much I really really wanted to steal you away."

A smirk grew on your lips as your hands place themselves on his thighs, the white fabric of his dress pants squeezing them tightly and your a little surprised that they haven't ripped by accident when he straddled you.

"Anything else? Why did you want to steal me away?" "I just...really wanted to kiss you." His hand moved from your shoulder to your face, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip as he stared, smearing the rosy gloss that your surprised lasted all night. "Really?" Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes, watching as he seems to almost be in a trance as he hums out a response.

"Would you still just be staring at my lips if I said the gloss that was used was my cherry gloss?" "Seriously?" "Yup." "No I wouldn't." He leaned forward, finally crashing your lips together as he immediately starts biting your lips, he's always been addicted to your cherry gloss and instead of wearing it himself he'd rather lick it off your lips. Which he was addicted to just as much as the gloss.

You bite his bottom lip in return, sliding your tongue into his mouth and sliding it along his, claiming his mouth to draw a moan out of him. "Pent up?" You pull back slightly, lips still practically pressed against his. "Fuck, Hyung, please, you have no idea." He crashes his lips back into yours, his hips going to grind down on you but it was futile and he whines, pulling back and looking down. "What?" "Pants too tight." He huffs. "I was gonna force you to undress anyway, these fits are too good to be soiled."

He whines, wrapping his arms around your neck. "I don't wanna move..." "Then don't."

You scoot back on the bed, readjusting before turning to the side and laying him on the bed, laying between his legs. You start kissing along his neck, smearing gloss along the column of his neck, biting softly under the top of his jaw, biting next to his adam's apple, biting under his ear and everywhere else. You loved kissing neck, getting him to squirm and whine. Your addiction for kissing his neck has almost gotten you in trouble but honestly it's worth it to make your boy weak.

His whines eventually turn into moans and you lean back. He looks up at you with glossy eyes, his neck covered in blooming bruises and his hair messed up slightly from his squirming. "Awe, there's my Pixie~" You coo, voice deep as you leave a kiss to his lips and reach down to undo his pants before stopping, dragging your hands down his thighs, stopping to palm his straining hard on causing him to arch his back and throw his head back, hips bucking up for more friction.

"Fuck~ Hyung, Please." You chuckle darkly and drag you hands further down, pulling his knees to bend next to your sides before moving to his shoes. Once they're off along with his sock, you move back to his pants button, gently pulling them as he lifts his hips and you pull them off, reaching behind you to lay them with the coats.

"Hyung~" He whines, reaching out for you and pouting. "Too slow." "I'm trying to be gentle with these fits, darling, be patient." You unbutton his shirt, barely getting half way when he grabs your arms and uses some momentum and strength to flip your position, now comfortably able to grind down onto your straining arousal this time.

He unhooks the corset hooks at the front, patting your waist for you to arch your back so he can slide it off. "Ah, don't toss." You stop him and he sighs, turning around to place it in the stool.

As he unbuttons your shirt, you finish undoing his, slipping it off his shoulders and arms before placing it next to you. You sit up, letting Felix slip your shirt off of you and grab both to place with the rest of the pieces.

The only garment that remains is your pants and both of your boxers. "Being so patient, baby." You pull him down and kiss him, your left hand moving to the back of his head to take out his hair and braids as his hands trace along your torso.

You pull back, lifting both hands to comb through his hair once it was all undone. It was so soft and long, so pretty. You comb your fingers through again before scratching his scalp, pulling a moan from him as he drops his head onto your shoulder, gently rocking his hips along yours.

He groans, undoing your pants and pulling them down, both of you finally stripped as Felix straddled you again and his grinding began again but at a faster pace. "Finally." He moaned breathlessly as he connected your lips, immediately licking into your mouth to fight with your tongue. He knew you'd win but he loves the struggle.

You roll back over, trapping him below you. "Yes, finally, you horny baby. Could you be any more impatient for me to fuck you?" "Yes, I need you, Hyung, please." "Don't worry, Pixie, okay? I got you."

He huffs and you smile. "What?" "I wanted to suck you off." He pouts which makes you laugh. "Don't cry now."

You lay on your back again and he moves between your legs, unable to resist as he leans down to kiss your stomach, kissing the tones muscles and leaving a few small marks as he pulls down the waistband of your boxers, hissing when the cold air hits your hard cock.

His small hand wraps around you and brings your tip to his mouth, giving it a couple kitten licks before dragging his tongue from the base to your tip. His lips wrap around your tip and his tongue licks around your tip before lowering further down onto your length. "Fuck, Pixie, so good." You praise and he whines, pleased that he's making you feel good.

He starts to gently suck you off, content with finally having you in his mouth. "Have you been wanting me in your mouth all night, Pixie?" He looks up at you and you can tell just by his eyes. His oral fixation has almost gotten you in trouble before but you can't be mad at him for it, his mouth is so good.

His bobbing has gotten quicker and his tongue licks along a vein as he hollows his cheeks. "Fuck, Lix, I'm gonna cum soon." He hums, wanting exactly that as he moves his hands to your thighs and takes more of you, your tip reaching the back of his throat and he swallows around you, his tongue swirling around you wherever he could reach before your releasing down his throat. He pulls up, catching some of it on his tongue before he pulls off you, sticking out his tongue a little to show you before he swallows it and shows you his empty mouth.

"You drive me crazy, baby." You smile when he giggles softly and you lift him up and into your lap, sitting back on the headboard.

He wraps his arms around your neck and he leans forward to kiss you. Sometimes you forget how clingy he is when he's had alcohol but you don't mind, you love to hold him when he is, sexual or not.

Without pulling away he manages to reach back, raising himself up just enough to line you up with his entrance and he sinks down fully. You pull back, your protest dying on your tongue when you moan with Felix when you slide in with no resistance. "Fuck, Felix, how- Shit." You can't even get your words out as you groan and grip his hips. "May have...prepped in the bathroom..." "Fuck Felix, you are a slut, aren't you?" "Yes. F' you, only you." He moans, lifting off you before sinking down again.

"Is that how you got turned on? Fucking yourself with your little fingers in the met bathroom? Bet you got excited when someone else walked in." "H-Hemsworth Hyung came in...a-and w-when I finished I-I saw the actor Eddie." He says shyly, hiding his face in your shoulder. "Oh, really?" He whines but his hips move, bouncing on your dick slowly.

One of your arms wrapped around him, holding him close to you at his lower back as your free hand holds onto his thigh. He moans wantonly into your shoulder and his angle lets you leave wet kisses along his neck before you lean back, reaching a hand up to the back of his head and pulling him back by his hair to connect your lips, letting him play with your tongue.

He felt so full, so good as you angle your hips, bringing your knees up and thrust your hips up to meet his hips when he sinks down. "Fuck, right there, Hyung. Please." He begs when you hit his prostate dead on and continue to do so. "Fuck." He breaths out as he sits up, propping himself up on your chest.

He thought you looked as attractive, your sharp eyes looking over his fucked out face and your lips parted slightly as you let out small groans and gasps. Felix looked just as good, his hair all over the place, sticking to his forehead and his eyes were dilated, blown wide. His face flushed red and his mouth wide open as moans fall from his kiss swollen red lips.

Leaning forward again, he hovers over your lips for a moment before taking your bottom lip between his lips, licking and sucking before kissing you properly, firm and a bit messy as his hips stutter and slowly lose momentum. "You close, Pixie?" "S-So close, Hyung, don't stop, please don't stop."

You struggle but eventually make it to your back with out slowing down to much, Felix still holding himself up on your chest as you place your hands on his ass, spreading them before fucking up into him, pulling a yelp from him before he's leaning down and biting your shoulder causing you to hiss slightly. You repeatedly hit his prostate and the feeling of your hands moving to grip his hips in a bruising grip had him moaning into your shoulder.

A few more thrusts and his cum releases onto your stomach and his chest, his gummy walls squeeze you tight and you cumming in him, slowing down your trusts as you finish your release. "N-No...H-Hyungie, don't s-stop...s' close." His voice is quiet and meek and you realize just what has happened.

You gently roll over to lay him on his back, pulling out and brushing his hair away from his face. "Hey~ Pixie, you with me?" He whines softly and you sigh, quickly finding your boxers and rushing to the bathroom and rushing back to Felix to clean him up with a warm cloth.

He's still not back when you finish cleaning up and you sigh softly, moving to his suitcase and pulling out one of your hoodies and a pair of sweats that you are now realizing he stole from you since they were your size. You put the sweats on and put his boxers and your hoodie on him before getting both of you under the blankets.

You pull him onto your chest, pulling the hood onto his head and holding him close and tight, rubbing his back and whispering soft praises.

When he comes back, he buries his face into you neck, his hand balling up in the sweater sleeve as he tried to get closer to you. "Pixie?" He whines, moving his hand up to your collar bone. "Hey Baby. You okay?" "Yeah..." His voice is quiet with him buried into your neck. "I don't like it." He pouts and you chuckle as your left hand moves to the back of his head, lightly squeezing the back of his neck before rubbing his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Pixie."

His left arm moves to wrap around your waist and you pull him closer. "Sleep now." He mumbles and you can't help but laugh. "Okay, tiny, we can sleep now." He picks his head up slightly and kisses your jaw. You smile, pulling him impossibly closer and kissing his cheek before closing your eyes to sleep with your baby in your arms.

[aventurineswife]

Home Is Wherever I'm With You

Summary: In a quiet morning at their shared apartment, Kaveh tends to his plants with meticulous care while Aventurine relaxes with a tablet, engaged in his usual mischief. You, the anchor between them, enjoy the rare peace of their domestic harmony. Despite their contrasting personalities—Kaveh’s perfectionism and idealism, Aventurine’s strategic risk-taking—there’s an undeniable connection that binds the three of you. Through lighthearted banter and moments of quiet comfort, the day unfolds as a reminder of the peace and warmth you've found in each other’s company.

Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Aventurine, Domestic, Slice of Life, Found Family, Lighthearted Banter, Relaxed Atmosphere.

The morning sun streamed through the large windows of the cozy apartment, casting soft rays of light across the room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending perfectly with the subtle floral aroma of the nearby plants that Kaveh had meticulously arranged. The apartment, nestled in a quiet neighborhood, was a haven of tranquility, far from the chaos of the world outside. It was a rare moment of peace for all three of them.

Kaveh, ever the perfectionist, was tending to the plants with a gentle hand, his hair slightly disheveled but still managing to carry an air of elegance. His eyes were soft as he hummed a tune, lost in the rhythm of his gardening. His clothes were simple yet refined, his characteristic cape draped elegantly over his shoulders, adding a touch of flair to his otherwise casual appearance.

Aventurine, on the other hand, lounged on the couch, a devil-may-care grin on his face as he tapped away on his tablet. His eyes were focused on the screen, but there was a glint of mischief in them, even in this calm domestic setting. He was dressed in his usual extravagant attire, his dark green, gold-accented shirt a stark contrast to Kaveh’s more subdued outfit. His long overcoat, rolled up sleeves revealing gold rings, and peacock feather earring completed his look. Despite his eccentricity, there was a relaxed ease to his presence today, a rare break from his usual high-stakes dealings.

You, the one who bound them together, sat at the small kitchen table, sipping your tea. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight before you—Kaveh’s delicate care for the plants, Aventurine’s casual arrogance yet undeniable charm. It was a strange blend of personalities, but it worked. The two of them, so vastly different in their ways, had become a home to you.

“Aventurine,” Kaveh called, looking up from his plants. “Could you please not play those games on your tablet so early? You’ll start strategizing all over again, and I’d rather not be caught up in one of your schemes this morning.”

Aventurine’s smile widened, knowing full well that Kaveh was teasing him. “Oh, Kaveh, you wound me. I’m just checking on some investments,” he replied, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “I’ve been very careful with the way I handle things lately. You know, no more dangerous gambles—just safe bets.”

Kaveh raised an eyebrow, his red eyes glinting with amusement. “Safe bets? With you? I highly doubt it.”

Aventurine shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Who says I can't be cautious sometimes? But fine, I’ll put it away.” He turned his attention back to you, his voice lowering to a softer tone. “How’s your tea? I made sure it was just the right temperature this time.”

You chuckled, setting your cup down. “It's perfect. Thank you, Aventurine.”

Kaveh shook his head but smiled fondly. “I swear, you two treat each other like royalty, even when we’re just in the house.”

The lighthearted banter continued, a warm, comfortable rhythm between the three of you. In this shared space, you found a rare blend of personalities that somehow fit together seamlessly. Kaveh’s idealism and compassion, Aventurine’s strategic mind and calculated risk-taking, and your quiet presence—each of you brought something essential to the relationship.

As the morning stretched on, the three of you settled into your respective roles. Kaveh, ever the caring soul, continued to tend to the plants, occasionally sharing bits of architectural wisdom or offering critiques on the latest blueprints. Aventurine, despite his outward flamboyance, took a moment to check on you, making sure you were comfortable and offering you the occasional wink or sly comment, his usual playful nature shining through.

There were moments of silence, too—comfortable pauses where nothing needed to be said. Aventurine would adjust his glasses, his eyes flicking toward you, a silent question in them. You’d respond with a slight nod, and Kaveh would catch the subtle exchange, his smile softening as he continued to hum.

Eventually, the day wound down to a quiet evening. Kaveh, exhausted from his work but still driven by his ideals, collapsed onto the couch next to Aventurine, who had, for once, put aside his tablet and leaned back into the cushions with a relaxed sigh. You sat between them, your hand resting gently on both of theirs, feeling the pulse of connection between the three of you.

“This,” Kaveh said, a rare softness in his voice, “is what I need more of—peace.”

Aventurine gave a low chuckle, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “You’ve got a funny way of finding it, Kaveh, but I suppose this counts as peaceful enough.”

You smiled, resting your head against Kaveh’s shoulder as Aventurine reached for the wine bottle nearby. The evening stretched on, a quiet and comforting end to a day filled with warmth, laughter, and the knowledge that no matter the chaos outside, you three had found something special in each other.

And in the end, wasn’t that all the gamble was really about?

[astrologylunadream]

What They Want For This Connection🔮🌠(Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream again!!🌌🖤 This will be a reading of your person and what they want in this connection, so let's see~♡ hope you find your message😇

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the your person and your connection, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🖤

Pile 1🦋

Pile 2💜

Pile 3🐦

Pile 4🎮

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 🌌

Pile 1🦋

Sign energy: Amusement park, Mind, Psychic, Structure, Children, 2nd house, Libra, Eros, 9th house 1st house, 😷🔪♊❌

🔮Your person's energy: Ohh we have some interesting energy for my pile 1's person. Your person has a bright and innocent approach to life, they tend to do things without thinking first. Their curiosity has no bounds, and they prefer to be free of restraints mentally and emotionally. They are very Intuitive aswell as spiritual, especially when it comes to love and partnerships. Taurus, Libra, Sagittarius and Aries energy especially Venus is coming through for them.💗 Your person has a childlike wonder for the things that peak their interest, and they love having fun.😁 Childish in a good way. I love their vibrant and lighthearted energy omgg They may speak their every thought or say what they are thinking often. Alsooo this person does not like communication all that much lol it's not for them. For some of you your person may really not like geminis😭😂😂😂 Oh my gosh maybe they had a bad experience with geminis or placements with that sign °•° They might be annoyed with people who can communicate so Intellectually or witty with a sharp mind as this person only rushes into things without thinking it through often. This person likes new things and prefers to learn as they go, they brush off mistakes and keep going.

🌌What they want for this connection: Perfectionist, 1st house, Under, Competition, Wild, Taurus, Cancer, Mars, 12th house, South node, ⚔🟪🎥🧍‍♂️ Omg my pile 1's there is some heavy Aries energy in this connection you guys could have a composite chart filled with this sign or over all mars energy.🔥 Definite yes on feelings from this person, they want to touch you, hold you and have you all to themselves. The chemistry is through the roof with this person! They want to put up a fight for this connection, just know that what you and them have is under their protection for real😍 They wanna keep this special connection between you both safe and cared for, they will push away any threats to this connection my pile 1's!! Now your person is a little needy when it comes to your energy, they want to control my pile 1's a little. Though they are very passionate and possessive they are also very particular in everything you do, like the way you dress or the activities you are into. Your person wants you both to be your best together and strive for perfection in eachother's eyes. They don't like not knowing what you're up to my pile 1's I'm getting that in order for this connection to work there can't be any hidden motives between you guys.😳 They want to have full awareness of what you are doing most of the time and your needs and wants for the connection as well. That's what they want my pile 1's!!

🔊 Messages from your person: I have fantasies about you, Hold on to me, I warned you, Would you let me? I wish I had you (Omg omg so cute my pile 1's☺🌠) Extra cards: Thighs, Together, Broken, Lies, Commitment, Lilith, Vertex, 3rd house, North node (They see a wild rollercoaster with you guys in the future, some crazy adventures for you both <3)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the butterfly emoji~🦋 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🎶

Pile 2💜

Sign energy: Audience, Year, Order, Chiron, Height, Air, Vertex, Sagittarius, Cancer, Venus, 👊🛎💡🆚️

🔮Your person's energy: Okaaay for this pile your person could be a Cancer venus!! Air venus is also likely, or any of those sign placements including Sagittarius! Your person attracts others easily like it just happens, they may have decided to live this year wild and adventurously unlike the past years. Your person may be taller in height or have a noticable height. This is someone who is healing emotionally, they have had to fend off others from damaging their feelings and harming their energy.🖤🩹 They may have noticable knuckles or hands, may make fists a lot out of frustration or defense. This person is very soothing and sweet when they aren't being provoked, for some of you they may be in a choir or conduct for a band (I just got that vibe) or service job like waiter/waitress, something higher end. They are very protective over others who are vulnerable emotionally and they hate when conflict arises without rationality.⚔

🌌What they want for this connection: Tease, Thighs, Present, Art, Luck, 11th house, Mars, Pluto, 4th house, Lilith, 🌠👀🧣🪓 Omg there is a lot of passion and understanding from this person, they hope for great things with this pile for sure.♡ I'm seeing comfort is a huge focus for them with you. They want to take care of you and this relationship, like I'm seeing them wrapping you up in a thick little scarf and hugging you tight🥺🧣😭💗 So cute wtf they just want to hold you so that no one can touch or hurt you. For some of you this person wants a married life with my pile 2!! They imagine waking up beside you, cooking together and teasing eachother in cute funny ways.🍳❤ This really is a sweet connection you guys have, and they know it by heart. They want you to be safe in the present right now as well as in the future, I'm also seeing that if some of you have toxic family members or close friends that your person wants you to cut them off if they are causing you pain. Your person can't stand seeing you get hurt, they won't have it without putting up a fight. Omg and your person really wants to give you little gifts and they see this connection as a gift itself from the universe.🥺💘🌠 They also have some hot fantasies about you in this connection omg seriously I won't go into too much detail but with mars and pluto they literally just wanna pull you by your thigh and make out with you this instant💋🤯🖤 They are obsessed with touch and emotional support within connection and that is all they want from you pile lovely pile 1 besides giving you everything💗

🔊 Messages from your person: My wounds won't heal, You're trying your best, Calm down, Things aren't going well, These days are meaningful (Aww they just want to tell you that you are slowly healing them and even when things are rough you shouldn't be worried because everything matters when they're with you.🥰) Extra cards: Tongue, Stress, Darling, Neck, Universe, Sagittarius, Virgo, Mars, North node, Venus (My god there is some heavy attraction for my pile 2's they wanna do some naughty things with you...🥵❗)

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the purple heart emoji~💜 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🎶

Pile 3🐦

Sign energy: Museum, Communication, Weapon, Danger, Text, Juno, 1st house, 11th house, 5th house, Water, 🗿🍦🎀🔦

🔮Your person's energy: Okk pile 3 your person is intellectual and online savvy for sure! I feel they enjoy discussing topics online and coming up with conflict resolutions. They are very perceptive and mature, there is definitely an older vibe even just mentally for this pile's person😁💫 Aquarius, Aries, Leo placements. They see technology as a source of power but also danger, it has many possibilities in their eyes. This could be someone who works in technical fields or even with artificial intelligence. For some of you this person could work for huge online companies like as google or twitter/x (OMG and this pile being the twitter bird symbol!! This is definitely a sign for my pile 3's). They are on their phone a lot, and for them, the most important factor in a partner is up front communication and emotional understanding. Now for a small amount in this pile I'm seeing someone who works a night shift, security guard possibly. They could work at a museum or have a job related to museums, I'm seeing someone very fascinated in historical objects and events. They may act cold or stoic on the surface, not showing much reaction. They probably think they are on a higher vibration than most lol, but they maybe right after all they are very smart and attractive mentally and physically.

🌌What they want for this connection: Prove, One and only, Cook, Moon, Pleasure, Lilith, Vertex, Gemini, 🌁🚺⚖🎰 Alright my pile 3's your person really wants a base for this connection, they wanna be sure where this is headed with you both and know exactly what will come of it. Your person does desire a feminine energy from this pile, they may feel drawn the idea of you being the "perfect housewife" for them. I don't think this person fantasizes about this connection a whole lot but what I do see is they definitely looking into the long term of this connection. Your person is considering this as a contract partnership, and they actually deep down believe in fate when it comes to this connection with you my pile 3's🥺💓 I just think they are really drawn to your feminine side like the thought of you cooking, nurturing and pleasing them they find that incredibly hard to resist. They may want to go over the pros and cons with this relationship to you, and they wanna make sure you guys are both on the same page.✔ But this person does want all the many possibilities for this connection such as emotional support, positive mental stimulation and supportive conversations, there's even some wants from you they try to resist the thought of💋😈 Let's just say they want some special pleasures from this connection aswell but only after stable committment and when the time is right.

🔊 Messages from your person: It's all chemical, What's wrong? You should smile more, You can't look me in the eye, I want your lips on mine (Omg😳) Extra cards: Destruction, In, Want, Night, South node, Air, Virgo, 4th house, 6th house, 8th house (Wtf your person has some hidden desires they wanna let out with you at night...🤯🥵)

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the blue bird emoji~🐦 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🎶

Pile 4🎮

Sign energy: 5th house, Sight, Entertainment, Song, First impression, Mars, Moon, 7th house, Venus, 5th house, 🔇🌁🧱🎪

🔮Your person's energy: I'm getting a soft masculine energy but also some very fun and daring vibes from this pile's person. So many signs coming out omg Aries, Scorpio or Cancer, Libra, Taurus, Leo energy. You may have met them at a concert or some place entertaining, festival, dance, karaoke, club, bar, ect. There may be a song that reminds you of this person, it could have played when you guys first met. There could be a period of no contact for some of you with this person. Youtuber/streamer vibes, they may play games for a living, or that may be how you met them through it🎮 I'm getting devine masculine energy from your person but they could be either genders that's the vibe I'm getting. Regardless they have a nice fusion of masculine and feminine qualities, you may have saw them as very aesthetically pleasing and pretty at first glance, lol this is so random but for some of you met this person as a carnival/circus🎪🎠🎡😂😂 Help- maybe it resonates for someone in this pile. This person is very physically pleasing to you even just in a platonic sense you just find them very pretty and pleasing to the eye. They are fun to be around and probably have a lot of friends I feel like they make a great friend. Oh for some of you they burned the bridge on this connection😥 You or them may have blocked the other for whatever reason.

🌌What they want for this connection: On, At last, Stomache, Target, Empty, Water, Cancer, Aquarius, 5th house, 9th house, 🏩🦄🔙🤍 Ohh wait a minute for some of you it's their goal to date you, like make you theirs. They just want emotional connection with you at the end of the day, I'm seeing them taking your hand and saying "don't go", maybe some of you left this connection or are drifting away from it. They may want to "take you back", maybe they thought you were once theirs at one point but then there were mixed signals. They want to be in contact with you still, they always loved you even if it wasn't in a romantic sense. Just pure admiration for my pile 4's.🥺💖 They may seem like the type to want a "casual" relationship but for this connection it means a lot more. I think they are worried there could be a target on your backs for this relationship, like I'm getting jealous friends who don't have someone to party with anymore all because you two are in a committed relationship. Omg your person may have had wild friends that engaged in parties or night life with them, for some of you they may have been a player/fboy/fgirl. And now that your person is loyal to someone their friends think it's taking away from their fun.😒😤 They desire a connection with you even at the most friendship because they just love being around you and connecting with you.💓💓💓 I think they realize what you two have is special, they may wish to go back to all the memories they had with you guys. They want to be around you, and this connection may have felt empty until they gained knowledge on the situation.💡 It's their mission to experience everything they can with you, just in case there's no other chances.

🔊 Messages from your person: I love you, You know the truth, I want to kiss you against the wall, They're against us, I told myself to quit (Yep there's bad people who don't like the thought of you guys committing to eachother but your person is like noo I want you😣💞) Extra cards: Waist, Practice, Walk, Twin flame, Yellow, Mars, Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Venus, (This could be a twin flame connection for some of my pile 4's <3)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!🖤

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the controller emoji~🎮 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading🎶

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Thanks for reading! \(*^w^)/💌 -Lunadream <3

[snoopyhq]

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ ARCANE CHARACTERS AND THEIR POKÉMON TEAMS !!!

includes: viktor // jayce // mel // caitlyn // vi // jinx // ekko

a/n: if you guys want a part two with any of the other characters, feel free to lmk which ones :D !!! i had a lot of fun with this, and it kind of went into a whole AU direction with all my ramblings. oops!

tagging @anexcellentshot <3

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VIKTOR

For his team, I wanted a collection of 'mons that would kill it in a steampunk themed show, so here we are!

GOLURK

Its lore centers around it being an ancient Pokémon built by an ancient civilization, so not much is known about it

To me, this Pokémon would be perfect for Viktor due to its aura of mystery and its creation by human hands

It also fits well with Viktor's arc when he becomes the Arcane Herald (glowing eyes, larger stature, commanding presence, associations with otherwordly abilities)

LUXRAY

I'm a firm believer in the fact that Viktor is a cat person, so of COURSE he gets a feline Pokémon

Luxray is an electric type cat. Need I say more?

Viktor's Luxray hisses at anyone who looks at him wrong. It's very funny. A total lapcat and demands his attention at all times

Everyone else who isn't Viktor can get fucked

KLEFKI

END KLEFKI HATE 2025

Why do people hate Klefki?! Being so serious right now btw... like are they just allergic to fun and whimsy or what. IDGAF if its just a key that became a Pokémon, it's one of my faves forever and always

Anyways. As for its relevance to Viktor, I see it as sort of being a good assistant for him in the lab and such. Carries his keys, yes, but also his tools for him

ALAKAZAM

I'm pretty sure it's the most intelligent Pokémon, and Viktor is a whole genuis

The dots connect!

Alakazam likes watching Viktor work on his various projects, and it oftens plays chess with him. A very intellectually stimulating experience for them both. The score currently is very close, although whose ahead, we'll never know :-)

GALARIAN CORSOLA

OK SO ORIGIN STORY !!!

We know Viktor grew up in the Undercity, and where he was shown had a river with cave systems nearby. I believe him and Corsola found each other the same fateful day he met Rio

They see each other as kindred spirits, having suffered in the environment they were dealt. Viktor is protective of his Corsola, and caring for it makes him feel a sense of accomplishment

Very bittersweet

MAGEARNA

A Pokémon that was also built by human hands, specifically by scientists according to its lore

It also has an ability that makes it a wonderful caretaker of people

That falls in line with Viktor's motivation to use Hextech to improve the lives of the less fortunate, and this Pokémon fits his aesthetic so well. I think Magearna is a wonderful way to end his team with :3

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JAYCE

His character grew on me. Jayce Talis, you should've been born into a shoujo, not forced to shounen </3

TIMBURR

Very helpful fella to have around a lab! Construction sites! Factories! That's the Talis family specialty!

His first Pokémon, and the two often played with wooden building blocks and LEGOs in his childhood

Specifically choosing the first evolution because I can see Jayce's Timburr growing alongside him in the craft and one day evolving into a Gurdurr, and perhaps even a Conkeldurr

Or maybe it can stay a baby, who knows?

HERDIER

Looks like Heimerdinger. I am GREATLY amused by this

Is the Talis family dog, and followed Jayce when he went off to the Academy

Always sighing like its got bills to pay but that's because it has to watch over Jayce away from home 😭 Get him a martini (dog-friendly) and a long vacation ASAP

Big theme of family and Pokémon with Jayce here hehe

TINKATUFF

Another great Pokémon to help Jayce out with his endeavors!

This one has the most attitude of his team, and only helps with extremely ambitious, daring projects

It wants to improve, and taking up easy shortcuts is an insult

Overall, a diva

He loves it anyways, and always makes sure to express his appreciation because its efforts DO pay off handsomely

DARMANITAN

Jayce works in a forge at some point in the series, so having a Darmanitan with him just fits

It can withstand the high temperatures and has the muscle to help him out

I was debating between this fella and Heatmor but I like Darmanitan's rotund look better, sorry Heatmor

CARBINK

Very mystical Pokémon. Parallels the Mage that saved Jayce and Ximena when he was a child

Also resembles a Hextech crystal lowkey

MELMETAL

I think it's SO funny that it has "Mel" in its name

Also, more continuation of Pokémon that can dabble in craftsmanship

Evolved from a Meltan that snuck into his luggage when he was moving to the Academy district and refused to leave

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ MEL

I wanted a team that serves both cunt AND power, so here is Mel's team! Looking for a transparent BG, full-body picture of her was actually so hard. What the flip. I thought it'd be in her Arcane Fandom Page Gallery, but it wasn't. AUGH

DELPHOX

Fox motif

Also a mystical one too, since its lore states that its burn marks were used in divination long ago

Mel being a mage means she can connect with her Delphox on a deeper level

KOMMO-O

Noxians are people who value raw, physical strength

Ambessa is canonically a warmonger. Mel having a fighting type Pokémon like Kommo-o goes well with that lore

It's powerful, dual-type with DRAGON, and just radiates aura

Also, its scale patterns and her braids can sort of match in style and it also works with Mel's gold accents!

UMBREON

Evolved from her Eevee

It happened around the time Mel left home for Piltover for the first time. Their bond runs deep

Hates being confined to a Pokéball, so it roams out and about at all times

SNEASEL

Devious Troublemaker #1

Smart AND sneaky

It's resourceful with its wits and stealth, like Mel

Tolerates her Fezandipiti

FEZANDIPITI

Devious Troublemaker #2

Abuses its pretty privilege to get away with EVERYTHING (it works)

Best buds with her Sneasel

INDEEDEE

A Pokémon that "never leaves its trainer's side", so it makes sure she stays taken care of and GOD KNOWS she deserves a break

Secretary Pokémon basically

Keeps tracks of her papers, blueprints, speeches, and council talking points

Hovers over her during the duration of those meetings and makes sure she's comfortable

Also really, really good at snooping around and finding out the most incriminating secrets. Memorized everything to the letter

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ CAITLYN

Firm believer that she would be a competitive player in a modern world.

FROSLASS

Cold as hell (figuratively AND metaphorically)

Just like Caitlyn

It's a feminine Pokémon and it's TERRIFYING, I love creepy/non-conventional Pokémon lore

Highkey judgemental. Has purposefully iced out a council membor on more than one occasion. Thinks they're useless

SINISTEA

They're kind of twinning. Tell me you guys see the vision too

Like... same side part and everything !!!

Tea parties and they're both the prettiest princesses. They also talk about the best way to 'get rid of' Salo. It's great

Caitlyn never utilizes her Sinistea in battle. It follows her around instead, offers an off-putting vibe to the function

YUNGOOS

Yes, this is because of the mongoose comment

Also I think it's really funny that you have these elegant and put-together Pokémon on her team, and then there's this guy

Bites ankles

DECIDUEYE

She's a sharpshooter and so is Decidueye

Had it since it was a wee Rowlet, and the runt of its litter (nestmates? flock? i don't know bird terminology)

With her in every shooting competition and practice she attends

Her ace Pokémon. They're so in sync, she doesn't even need to voice moves aloud anymore

GROWLITHE

Enforcer ☹️

CORVISQUIRE

It's intelligent, even compared to other bird Pokémon similar to it

Also has that air of innate curiosity

Caitlyn had her whole detective thing in Season One of the show, so her having a curious corvisquire on her team makes sense to me

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ VI

If Vi has no lovers, I'm DEAD!!! Literally became one of my favorites the second she showed up one screen. I’m also the eldest sibling so maybe I connect to those characters more… Choso from Jujutsu Kaisen is another absolute faves of mine.

URSHIFU (RAPID STRIKE STYLE)

Matches her boxing fighting style

Very focused and disciplined

Her go-to sparring partner

LOKIX

A good kicker is needed to balance out a team of mostly fist-to-fists combat

Makes sure she does not skip leg day

Not that Vi would ever but it's nice to have someone look after her like an elder sibling for once

ALCREMIE

Similar to Caitlyn having Yungoos on her team, I find it funny to have Alcremie be the contrats on Vi's team

Her calling Caitlyn "cupcake" all the time? Please

Vi dotes on her Alcremie

First Pokémon she caught that wasn't in the Undercity, so it's a little bit of a primadonna, but who cares? It's adorable

Head chef of the team because picturing this little 1'00" Pokémon bustle around a kitchen area and whipping up delicacies makes me laugh

RIOLU

The youngest on the team and has the most to prove

Or at least, that's Riolu's mindset

Follows her Urshifu around like a little shadow, eager to learn and become the strongest of 'em all

Will evolve into a Lucario one day

CHARMELEON

Complements her color palette

I firmly believe she would choose a fire-type starter in any game route

Also has an insatiable fighting spirit, which I believe can be properly nurtured with Vi as its trainer and the rest of her team

Pairs up with her Riolu the most during sparring practices

ALOLAN MAROWAK

Both Vi and Marowak lost their mothers at a young age

Both watched their mothers die, even if the circumstances were slightly different

Not having a Cubone that evolved into a Marowak on her team would've been such a missed opportunity

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ JINX

Her team was the first one I finished putting together in my Google Docs. Very happy with how this one turned out.

BOMBIRDIER

The word "bomb" is kinda in the name

AND that fuckass bird is an asshole, according to it's Pokédex entry

I think it's hilarious, and fits Jinx's antics very well, especially with her first scene after the timeskip in season one

PANCHAM

The Pokedex entry for this one says it finds a Pangoro to look up to and trains relentlessly to get stronger like its mentor

Very much a reflection of how Isha looks (looked) up to Jinx, and wanted to be like her :')

NICKIT

Only surviving kit in the litter of Silco's Theivul

Naturally, it became Jinx’s Pokémon

Messes with her Espurr all the time. Gets lightly scolded, pretends to feel bad, and gets right back to it when her back is turned

Brings her scraps of metal and other shiny valuables it nicked (haha!) from unsuspecting citizens

HISUIAN TYPHLOSION

NOT A GOOD YEAR FOR MY BOY TYPHLOSION

Justice for him for REAL.

But anyways. Colorful flames, extravagant, explosions. It basically spells itself out

Keeps her Nickit in check when it gets too rough with her Espurr

INFERNAPE

Her signature calling card is the graffiti monkey

Her monkey bomb/gadgets !!! Motifs...

The most disciplined of her Pokémon

ESPURR

Look at it and tell me it isn't experiencing the horrors(tm) and the voices(tm) at all times

I think Jinx could see herself in it in a way, and having Espurr on her team is kind of a grounding experience for both of them

They save each other

This lil guy is her PRIDE AND JOY ok

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ EKKO

Ekko deserves the entire world and more, I'm being so serious right now. Ekko 4 President.

DRILBUR

Little guy who just enjoys digging. Yeah, put him on the team

Would be very helpful for finding trinkets that Ekko could bring to Benzo's (in a happier timeline, they continue spending their days like this)

When the canon events happen, its role now becomes finding/forming tunnels and escape routes

NOCTOWL

Scout in the air

Goes along with Ekko's owl motif :D

Caitlyn already had Decidueye, and I feel like a tougher, more rugged looking Pokémon like a Noctowl fits the boy savior better

His team is a lot of earthy tones I've realized

Undercity Represent 🗣️🗣️🗣️

CELEBI

Ekko's connection with time, the four seconds, etc. etc.

Celebi is a time traveling Pokémon. It's perfect :3

I think he's the only character with a mythical Pokémon on his team, and you know what? He deserves it. Big Ekko fan! He can have a mythical Pokémon, as a treat

HOUNDOOM

If aura farming was a Pokémon

Looks tough, is an even tougher fighter

The rear-guard of his team. It looks out for the other ones and makes sure they all get to safety whenever it's brought along during one of Ekko's missions

Acts as a heater for the others and Ekko himself

Completely chill with letting Noctowl perch on its back

SKWOVET

Ok hear me out, this is the comedic effect guy

I headcanon that he pulls a Meowth in the anime and taught himself to speak human. NOT for the pursuit of romance this time, but for the pursuit of gossip

One of the tiniest ones recorded, so it sneaks around really easily

Like Mel's Indeedee, it gathers talk and whispers that otherwise would not see the light of day, and relays it all back to Ekko

It keeps him up to date on movements of other political factions and certain people (Jinx)

Has grown spoiled on all the treats it gets fed from being really damn good at its job

KROOKODILE

Found by Ekko during one of his explorations underground with his Drilbur

Battled against his Drilbur, and then his Houndoom when they broke up into the surface

Was eventually caught, and now goes on side quests with Ekko's Drilbur

Gives Ekko some peace of mind knowing that Drilbur has a bigger, more formidable friend watching out for it

Totes the coolest, rivalling Houndoom in levels of chillness

[igglemouse]

So I learn right away what Pascal meant that he had a new house...he meant it was bought and ready to be moved in the next day, just waiting! So, that very Sunday morning we move in and leave most of the old stuff behind, some of it will be coming over, but new place, new start, right? Yeah, so, it is a lot bigger, and I can at least confirm that the bathroom, the one connected to the master bedroom, works and although it is a new place we will have the same routines. I'm not sure if I've ever caught him shaving though, not sure if I prefer him clean or with a bit of fluff on his chin.

And the new kitchen is...well, look at it! It's a massive improvement and it definitely needs to be because a nice kitchen will always be my top priority. A whole island to work with, plenty of counter space, and just enough room to where I'm not accidentally bumping into anything. I can't wait to get settled into and make use of all my new space but for now, I'll keep things simple and whip up an apple salad because again, we don't have much here for today, so the new fridge is empty so it is a very keep it simple stupid kind of day.

The apple salad must be good because we absolutely tear right though it, leaving nothing in our bowls, and while it doesn't take much to make a good salad other than fresh ingredients I'm proud of it all the same. Pascal finishes a little after me and finally asks the question that he was holding back all morning. "What do you think about the place? Room to grow?"

"Yeah definitely! A lot more spacious," I reply and glance around. The dining room is more spacious too and I just love love love the window into the kitchen. This place is not a mansion but it is more than I could ever have imagined. I was just a poor girl from Selva who lived day by day.

"Yeah, its wider," Pascal leans back a little in his chair, clearly happy that I'm happy with his decision. "Room enough for Flora to run wild in, I hope!" and there is a sparkle in his eye when he he says that, pride? I hope so! I really do hope he loves her as much as I do.

"Are we already imagining her kick a ball around, then?" I tease, wanting to see how much of her future has he imagined. We all do it, don't we? See our children as future doctors or teachers or even world leaders, and it's good to see him doing the same. For my entire pregnancy there was this nagging feeling that I was carrying her all on my own but he has given me little hints that he's also invested. In his own way, I suppose.

"Just saying!" He laughs and shrugs. "Kids like to run around and that last place was more like a pad. Not enough room for children."

"You keep using the plural?" My brow raises and my voice is tinted with some amusement.

"Well..." he starts and I know exactly where he's headed with this. I brace myself for it, hearing the words before he even speaks them. "Another wouldn't be a bad thing, right?"

"No! Not at all!" I push out quickly but the surprise in my voice is clear. "I just...didn't expect you'd want another?" My head tilts as I take in the man before me. Has the birth of Flora matured him? Perhaps gave him a new outlook on life? He's always been so casual and indifferent that it does shock me that he's throwing around the idea of child #2 so easily.

"Why not?" he shrugs again as if this was always the plan.

"Because..." I hesitate because I do have something else on my mind. If we do have another baby will I be doing 99% of the work? Well, with two it would be double the work, wouldn't it? "It's not that easy for me, you know? You just ummm, you know, do your part and I have to bring it into the world and then I gain all this weight too and-"

"Oh no no no, I'm not saying now! I'm just saying, you know, whenever you're ready! I'm just putting it out there that I'd like it, you know, and if you need a fitness coach who better than me?"

"If it happens, it happens!" I settle on that for now because honestly, I don't want Flora to be an only child. As for the weight thing I Can only laugh. "Alright coach! Just put me on a diet and workout plan then!"

So it's decided, she will have a younger sibling someday, but for right now she is the precious only child. It's incredible how this tiny little girl with her little fingers and toes and hands and eyes and coos has already taken up so much of my thoughts, attention, and my love. She's my entire world and I will not rush through a single moment of this. I'll enjoy it all. Even the crying and endless diaper changing, they are all moments I will try my best to cherish.

I do catch myself thinking about Anthony, my 'dad'. Should I tell him about Flora? I could write a letter and let him know she exists I guess or does he even deserve to know? It's not like he'll ever meet her as he's going to spend his life behind bars. When I look at her little face and drown in her innocent eyes the idea of him being connected to her feels wrong. Why let the shadow of him fall over this bright little life? The past should stay where it's at, in the past, and she, my little Flora, is the present.

After feeding and taking care of Flora I dive right into working on my body. Pascal is here, of course, but he's not overbearing. He's keeping with his own routine which is some light stretching and yoga which allows me to lose this weight at my own pace and yes, I do need to lose it. The truth of the matter is, Pascal is who he says he is, a future superstar with the potential of being an all time GOAT, or so I'm told. This means other women will be throwing themselves at him and I admit to feeling a little insecure about my body right now.

This gym by the way is all in black because Pascal calls it the 'no nonsense' room. It's a work in progress, but so is everything in this house.

This house has sooo many rooms and thankfully it's more than enough for not just a growing family but for me to have my own media creation room. It too is a work in prgoress but honestly it means so much to me. If you recall, Pascal wants me to focus on being a mother and seemingly even discouraged me from working and so him having this room ready to go for me to pursue my new SimTube dreams shows that not only are we not going to fight about this in the future but that maybe he will support it as well.

I'm super eager to get started and so I jump right into it with my first video being about tofu tacos. Okay, yeah, that's not the most exciting dish to feature but I followed my gut and this is what I want to eat for tonight so that's what's getting cooked. It's also simple and its something I know very well and while it might not be the most exciting first video it's something. It's a start!

Hopefully, Ray can help me with a bit of a boost to get things going. I'm not expecting fame or fortune and it doesn't need to make me rich. I just want enough to say I cook for a living and I'm happy to share my passion with those who want to learn and watch. Explaining recipes and teaching a bit of my culture at the same time. It's a chance to create, connect, and cook, what's not to love?

But just when I thought I was settling into my new life and my new home and hopefully new routines a ghost of the past shows up at my door.

It was Candela. Yes, that Candela. The one person I never thought I'd see again and yet here she was standing on my new doorstep as if she were expected. I froze, taking a moment to take her in, the hair, the new tattoos, and that confident smirk on her lips. I knew then she hadn't changed much, she carried with her the same confidence and aura pushed off her her and...oh, I was staring and she was staring right back.

"Well?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "Am I going to stand out here all day or...?"

"O-oh, right!" I stammer, quickly fumbling and stepping aside to motion her in.

So I show Candela around the new place a bit but there really isn't much to see yet. Empty walls and bare floors, space waiting to filled with touch and love and memories and purpose. Pascal and I will make it a home but for now it's just a blank canvas. Still, Candela is impressed, nodding along as I point things out.

Eventually, we settled at the dining table, that one piece of furniture that is needed day one, and we start to catch up. It doesn't take me long to discover that a lot has changed with her actually. For one, she's married now, the ring on her finger evidence of that, and I try to picture it and hope that she has tied the knot to a better man than the last one.

So I ask about her story and she dives in and I'm reminded of just how complicated life is.

"You know, I slid right out of there?" she says, quietly, speaking of the moment both of our lives changed. "No one expected it of me, they thought I was devastated, manic, and I played the part well because I had to. No one could believe I killed him, of course, why would they? Everyone thought I Was obsessed with simoleons so why kill the man who was going to give me the good life?" She speaks so calculated, so pragmatic, so Candela, but there is some pride there in her voice. As if it was all part of some grand scheme.

Honestly, I do believe her. Candela comes off that way, you know? A woman seeking luxury and one who would not accept anything less. She's the kind of person who marries rich and not out of love because she can, because it is her right, and judging by the size of the ring on her finger I wonder about this new man she's tied herself to. She's not flaunting it, I should add, but still it sparkles with every movement of her hand, each glimmer a reminder of who she is at her core.

"What about me? A-anyone still looking for me?" My voice falters with the weight of the question as it is an answer I've always wondered about. I've pushed that fear away because its hard to live with that kind of paranoia and yet still...

"Your father played his part well too," she says, her tone soft now, reflective. "He made sure no one could suspect anyone else. Most people think he put you into hiding as retaliation or something, so they couldn't consider you. To most, you were just some lost girl, one among many, no one is looking for you."

"Oh..." I manage to say, caught a little off guard, all this time I had this fear that the past would catch up to me and it looks like it hasn't even started to search.

"You saved many lives when you killed that pendejo. Including mine. I owe you for that one."

"O-oh, all in a day's work I guess!" I try to joke, though it comes to shaky. "I suppose I should don a cape?" It's a dark joke, I know, but it's easier to deflect than dwell. I've spent so much time trying to ignore my past and try not to think on the night I killed a man even if it were in self-defense, but the weight of it lingers on me even now. I push the conversation to another direction. "So, you live here in Oasis Springs too?"

"It's not been that long actually," Candela says. "I was living in Ciudad Enamorada for a while but the hubby thought it better to leave that country entirely after the baby-"

"You are a mom too!?" I blurt out, unable to hold back my shock.

"You're a mom too!?!" she fires back immediately, just as shocked but grinning as wide as possible. The surprise in both of our voices clear but turns into a shared laughter.

We settle in, chatting about our children, and I learn quickly she has a little girl too! It's funny how the conversation shift into planned playdates. "You know, I don't even live that far away so that definitely will happen!" I am wondering how she found me but then I remember she had been trying to call me and so...I wonder what that is about but the idea of our little girls playing together is an idea I can get behind.

So umm...yeah...today was certainly a day. I love Candela, I really do, and if there is one part of my past returning to me it is definitely her...

Frida Varela - Next Episode 9.2

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HSR 2.6 Quest Thoughts (Spoilers)

(Partially another Dan Heng love post -Resident Dan Heng Enjoyer /hj)

I liked how compact the cast and overall plot is! Definitely easier to follow the events and new characters, which was only a whole 2 of them, which I personally appreciated.

Rappa's backstory adding a tragic context surrounding her behavior and personality hit me harder than I anticipated. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but her being tied so closely to Dr. Primitive didn't even cross my mind prior, but it makes so much sense in hindsight. I was moved by her. I already liked her a lot before but the quest added to that as well. Also Master Shura was interesting to me. He was the "person in a questionable organization that actually questioned the morals of the organization" but the way he was handled intrigued me. Rather than a straightforward immoral -> moral type mindset, he concludes that morality is "a hypocritical and superficial concept" before killing Umbra Headmistress. He's better than the others there but he came across as more tragic in the end, which I find to be an approach that has me thinking about it after. Overall it's cool to see how connected Rappa is to the situation.

Also Mr. Reca is fun! Him being a Memokeeper and showing off the range of abilities/themes for those in the Garden of Recollection make me look forward to any potential Memokeeper characters in the future.

Having a quest go more into depth of Boothill was also nice! Seeing our Galaxy Rangers be expanded on a bit more is something I'm always happy to see. Hearing Nick mentioned by name made me lose it LOL, watch me break down in tears the moment his daughter is too. The sequence of him "falling" into the association's ideals made me more aware of how invested I am in his identity and goals. He made himself a living memorial of everyone he'd lost and the thought of him losing that unsettled me, so that section really got me the more I was made to think about it.

I appreciated how Robin explicitely notes that she still didn't have a "better answer" to the debate about the bird. Rather than having some answer at the end of the Penacony quest, she still has to think about it, and considering the complexities of that topic, I appreciate that it's treated as such by the characters.

Overall, the themes about evolution, ambition, identity, and individuality feel very fitting with Penacony and HSR as a whole. In a universe where there are billions of tragedies across the galaxies, where many factions and beliefs are born, clash, and either carry on or fade away, where dramas play out under the spotlight or in the darkest recesses of space, this is just another small anecdote in history's tapestry, and yet, to those involved, it's important. And in the end, that matters.

With that out of the way, now look at these pictures of Dan Heng (most of them of him saying "bana")

(Look at his small smile!!!)

(You go give the bare minimum, King!!!)

I play in the Japanese dub, so it's amusing to hear Ito Kent's take of a usually monotone Dan Heng being forced to say bana, bana in that serious monotone ToT

[wary-taru]

Well,you gave me a free pass and we all know what your specialty is;

Please tell me about Master Cyclonis 🙏

The level of glee and happiness and serotonin and dopamine I received is unfathomable, I'm like a nerd finally getting to answer the question they always wanted others to ask about lol

Cyclonis is obviously a dear character to me, I don't perceive her the same way the majority of her fanbase does, I see a girl with ridiculous amounts of potential and greatness yes, but also an incredibly smart and lonely kid that was born to inherent a position of power a young age.

I believe that her lineage is of bloodline of witches that ruled cyclonia through the ages all the way back to ancient mages and the old forgotten Atmos, directly connected to the manipulation of crystal energy and sorcery, all of them were, Cyclonis in particular has an affinity for lightning or raw unrestrained energy in general.

Her sensitivity to crystal magic is incredible, we see her connect with any crystal like a breeze, a second nature

I won't lie that I'm fascinated by the possibilities of her prowess! They're endless! I also want to know what her weaknesses are, what hurts her deeply emotionally and what's her disadvantage in fights?

I have a few hunches for one, she's not a physical fighter that much is obvious and I'm guessing that living up to become a great mage is something she's always hoping to maintain that title of Master for, something that Piper challenges her on.

Transforming crystals into different types in a flash without effort she's a true Master!

Her motivations aren't exactly clear, she wants to follow the same path her grandmother seemed to want to achieve, that is Cyclonia being the sole ruler of the Atmos, she actually got to have that even if it didn't last. Makes me wonder what her new goal would be, to try again? a new goal entirely? who knows could even be to understand where it all of it started, the atmos and crystals themselves.

A villain like no other, being so young I couldn't help but empathize with her, were things a bit different, were she given a different path to follow would she take it, if she did then who would she become, I sense that the story was going to eventually destroy her or she'd end up doing it herself and it didn't sit right with me, I think she deserves better.

If we already consider her strong then have no doubt that I know she'd be even stronger when she's older I wish to see it someday.

Now onto her design and personality!

Her mannerism and way of being are a favorite of mine, I can tell that whoever animated her loved this character as well because it shows.

Everytime she appears she takes the spotlight and that's a good piece of writing in itself even with such little episode appearances.

She's efficient, she's intelligent, she's often amused by a good challenge, she's innovative, she does have a darker sense of humor that is very fitting. She's so wickedly smart but a bit of a goof whenever around the storm hawks for too long haha! love to see it, I like to believe it's because they all share similar ages!

She blends both common wordplay and old fashioned terms into her speech patterns, which I love, she's introverted but confident in her actions and that's very admirable. Her voice is a favorite detail of mine, Lenore Zann's raspy voice is always a win. 💕

She does tend to have a tendency to become irritated when things don't go her way but its a seething type of anger that she'll wait for the right moment to unleash. Cyclonis has an overall vibe of mysterious, and stalking like a black panther, whenever she means business she doesn't hold back at all.

I don't believe that she enjoys bloodshed or attempts murder via her surbordinates all willy nilly, everything has a purpose, she chose to get things done and quickly because her patience yet again runs out quickly a times, for example in the payback episode when she planned to blow up the Condor with the team inside in a quick and easy manner, they wouldn't even know, it'd be the least painful method in her eyes and even then it was because any other method hadn't worked and she prefers not to waste her own time on fighting the storm hawks directly.

I also dont believe that she'd mentally torture anyone if she's in someone's mind it's to prove a point or obtain a goal, by using suzy lu to get to the storm hawks was a quick and easy action and suzy doesn't remember the event;

Meddling into Piper's mind as we observed served for a way to have her interact with Piper without restrain or interruptions, this energy seemed a bit painful to the one affected yes, but not for Cyclonis personal dark pleasure.

She's not heartless that's my point, I dont personally like villains that are true evil per say, that enjoy hurting for the sake of it.

Her design is a mix of sharp edges and cutenness because her outfit tends to make her seem bigger than she actually is, I love it so much.

Her attire is one that's always slightly changing throughout the shows in subtle ways, it never has her outside of her usual brooding colors. which by the way her colors have the cyclonian red but that's where it ends, she then has purples and bluish greens onto her cloak that tell her apart as the leader.

Cyclonis has a straight nasal bridge that I find so charming to draw, it makes her more unique!

Her eye and hair color was something that I took interest in pretty early other members of the storm hawks for example pop out, their eyes dont match with their hair but complement it! In her case both are the same color only that when it becomes satured her hair is mostly black, we only see her true haircolor when light hits it, its another unique characteristic that I really enjoy.

her iconic feathers who could forget, they're the most obvious part of her design, the show likes to remember its audience of bird symbolism and yet never elaborated on it, I appreciate the feathers added to her design an animalistic physical trait in fashion form its so fun!

Her weapon was always the coolest thing to me as a kid, like a bunch of bird talons grabbing a crystal with focus yet again another animal trait incorporated into her design, it moves to her will, and she reconstructs it so easely isn't she cool hehe. A family heirloom it seems! since it works as a staff but its actually more of a kings specter/wand! The cleverness of this weapon always having a back up crystal on the other end is so good.

I probably have more to add but I cant think of it for now, if you have specific questions about her I'm willing to try and answer them 💜 thank you for asking this one! I'm very grateful

[rubykgrant]

OK, my thoughts about the final season of RVB! If you haven't seen it yet, warning for SPOILERS!

In general, I thought it was alright. The good parts were GOOD, but it felt kind of rushed, and a few things were disappointing. Certain parts I wish had been different, but I'm glad it exists. Watching it with lots of cool people made it fun, and it had a decent enough ending for what it was... though, after so many years, so many characters, just so MUCH of a story, I wish things had been a little MORE. It was a shame it was so short and rushed. I'm still glad the people who worked on it got it done, and we were all able to see it.

So. Actual thoughts on different bits...

I'm somebody who enjoys seasons 15-16-17, so while it will always be real in my heart, if they HAD to do a ret-con, having a spoof with a Retro Convention was VERY funny. Kai would absolutely milk her relation to Grif for some attention. I thought it was weird that Dylan was there, but she was a convention host? I feel like it would have made more sense for her to be one of the people asking questions about where the Reds and Blues went (y'know, like she ACTUALLY DID in 15). Oh well.

Things were very rushed... if this had been a more full season (or, in my perfect world, a story split into 2, so we get 19 and 20 out of it. I'm sorry, it just bugs my brain when something ends on a 9 instead of a 10. that's a ME problem), there could have been more of a Big Reveal about Tucker being the Meta. HOWEVER, since things were very condensed, I can appreciate how amusing it is to have Epsilon info-dump the plot to every body.

I did get a chuckle out of Epsilon being a "recorded prediction program" and not the true AI, and he decided to just be an obnoxious little youtuber. Like, that was so awful, it was AWESOME. It is also something that would have made Alpha Church super ticked off, which is very fitting. Good job Epsilon, 10 out of 10~

I was so happy to see Sheila and Lopez! Mechanical love lives on. It was a bit meh seeing the Reds act like they don't care about Caboose (we've been there, done that), but some of the funny bits that followed and Simmons getting Sarge interested by bribing him with Blue Defeat saved it (listen, these guys have been insisting they hate each other for 2 decades, but they can literally not live without each other. let them just admit they are ALL FRIENDS). Grif ranting was excellent.

No Donut is some major BS! Look, I get it, we stole the spot-light in 16-17, he was the time-god's most specialest pink princess and a harbinger of death, it can be intimidating to include something so powerful after trying to erase all that from existence... but come on. With all the important call-backs and connections 19 made with previous seasons, AND having the ending be in Blood Gulch? DONUT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE AND HE SHOULD HAVE THROWN THE AI UNIT. No, I mean it, imagine the thing gets knocked really far away, maybe from an explosion, and Donut throws it clear across the canyon, because you KNOW he can! This time instead of it being a grenade that kills Tex, she catches the unit, tra-la-la, it all comes together. I'm sorry, Simmons doing the cool sports-ball throw was fun, but... Donut. DONUT!

Alright, moving on. It felt a little awkward that Wash is yet again hurt, and nobody is there with him? Oh wait, Doc is there, except no he isn't. Listen. Listen. I love plural Wash. I also love the idea of him genuinely having an emotional connection with Doc, because it DOES make sense; when Wash kid-napped him, Doc just kept making all his sarcastic little comments the whole time, and it tricked Wash into having real conversations with him. I honestly think that if Doc hadn't been with them, Wash wouldn't have been so open to the idea of finally settling down after his Villain Moment. They also both have a lot in common with AI incidents, and again, Villain Moments. I'm just annoyed that the Pacifist and the Original Bad Boy evidently died. Off screen. Give me back my purple boys. If we need to have Wash Not Be Around for a while, have him and Carolina go off to track down Hargrove or something. Maybe they went to two different locations, and Wash gets back to the others first, so we still get Carolina to the rescue.

Anyway, the plot! There was a lot of funny bits when it came to looking for Tucker, getting into the ship with the "video call security", and Niner being there! Hooray! I am... a little disappointed about WHY and HOW Tucker is a "villain". Obviously, I can't picture him being legit EVIL, but the idea that he's just the physical puppet being controlled by the AI isn't very... good. I understand how it was explained, sure, but still. I know I keep rambling about my own thoughts for alternate scenarios, but I can't help it! I just don't like when Sigma (or Omega) are just plain EVIL, for no reason. They've always been more complicated than that (the Meta wanted to be HUMAN, remember. and Omega even told Epsilon "I'll be here if you need me". they are definitely different kinds of harsh and intense, but they aren't the Murder AI or the Evil AI). I don't like that Tucker is being tortured into doing what they say... a more subtle manipulation, the Fragments not only convincing Tucker but also themselves that they NEED to do all this to get Alpha back, is very intriguing. After Epsilon Deconstructed, the Fragments lost their Memories. They just know they aren't complete. Tucker just knows he wants to talk to his best friend again.

If it needs another push to make it more insidious, I'd buy that Meta suit being a trap to begin with; Hargrove probably had that thing rigged to make it into a trap for anybody that wore it, so they'd have this subliminal inclination to collect all the AI, and kill anybody in their way. Something-something forgetting what your motives are, and only caring about the GOAL. Tucker and the Fragments ALL need to remember who they are and why they want the Alpha; it isn't about being a weapon. If there was more of a fake-out/reveal of Tucker being the Meta, maybe with a false hint of it being Felix with the orange/black colors, a sign that Tucker is still in there would be him getting close to killing everybody... but he backs off each time.

Speaking of killing... Sarge. Oh, Sarge. I will admit that, just from a thematic point of view, yes- it works to have a Sarge death. I don't care for it being Tucker that did it, or that Donut isn't there to share the moment as well. Matt Hullum acted the HECK out of that scene, though. In fact, the whole bit of Sarge running back to save Caboose, and trapping Tucker with a bubble shield, was AWESOME. I didn't want Sarge to die... but he went out wearing his red armor, and told Grif and Simmons he cared about them. It was sad, but it was well done. In my perfect world, we just THINK he died, but then at the end it is revealed he's still alive! How? Well, Doc gave him CPR! Doc isn't dead either, that is integral you see. I'm not sure of Sarge going "Hurgh Bleh" would have been better or WORSE. Well, heck. I wish he wasn't dead, but as much as I hate it, I... didn't totally hate it?

I kind of wish Simmons had more of a break-down over it. I wanna see him lose his temper. OR, he acts so quiet and cold, it is just UNNERVING. Then Grif helps snap him out of it. Let's be real, those two are so co-dependant, it ain't even funny. I appreciate Simmons telling Grif he is officially free to leave, and the conversation of "Come with me" leading to Simmons saying he wants to see this through, and Grif agreeing to come along was good. Simmons has aspired to be an impressive soldier from the beginning, and Grif has just wanted to be DONE. In the end, they meet in the middle.

I may be a sappy Grimmons person, but I can say, as objectively as possible, they should NOT be separated at the end. Grif and Simmons are literally the introduction to the series. They were the first two characters we see, they have been side by side almost CONSTANTLY, they are always bickering but they are also each other's favorite person. I don't even mean in a shippy way, it is just a fact. To have them say good-bye and just leave each other is honestly out of character (we saw that before, remember, in 15; Grif got so guilty about it, Simmons came to the realization that opposites attract, and they finally had to admit they missed each other. it was a WHOLE THING). I think it would have worked if, after telling Grif he's free to leave at the end, Simmons waits minute, then starts following him-

Grif; What are you doing?

Simmons; Coming with you. What the hell else would I do?

And that is that, wherever they do, they're together. Also, Kai shows up and HUGS HER BRO, come on, please!

Now, as a sappy Grimmons person, they should have just gone through with it. It has been more than 20 years. Seriously. We all know it. People who don't even care about the ship know it. Just commit to the freaking bit. Stop being cowards. Let them hold hands, or hug, or gently bump the visor of their helmets together, SOMETHING. Show them taking a walk on the beach together, all lovey-dovey. We deserve some emotional satisfaction after a 2 decade queer-bait slow-burn. JUST DO IT.

Sigh... OK, that is out of my system.

My absolute FAVORITE thing in 19 was Tex. She was so freaking PERFECT. I love Caboose telling the unit a story, his way of bringing her back, because that was how he talked to Epsilon. It was so sweet. When they asked Caboose why he brought her back instead of Church, he told them- "Because I wanted to win". Listen, Caboose LOVES Church, but he knows what is up. It was hilarious to see her go through the teleporter to get her black armor back. I absolutely ADORED her saying she's NOT a "failure" anymore, because she's not just based on the Director's memories of losing his wife, she's also got the memories of the guys who REMEMBER HER KICKING THEIR ASSES. 100 percent, Tex return was the best. Her reuniting with Church was also very sweet... the only thing I would have liked more would be the other Fragments showing up in there, so they can all be together (and Church gives Theta a hug; he doesn't even need his memories yet, he just knows he loves Theta).

I didn't care much for deleting the Fragments at the end, but I get the "reasoning". Like, sure. Fine. In my perfect world, Caboose gives the unit to Carolina, so someday, when they're all "ready to wake up again", she can see her family. Wash taking the fall to alert Carolina was both kinda wonky, but also very funny, and hey- it got her there! Again, I don't know why she wasn't there with Wash from the beginning. Also, just. A few characters being dead, and most of the others splitting up at the end... nah. They all need to live together and be friends and be happy and be OK! Like, come on. They've had a lot of "endings" in this series that were bitter-sweet, or kind of sad. I know life doesn't always have a happily ever after... but just once, give them that.

OH, and ANOTHER THING; if things had been just slightly different, if both the Fragments and Tucker sort of "forgot" who they are, the way to remind Tucker should have been JUNIOR. Heck, maybe Carolina was off finding Tucker's kid, and when they come back Junior gets his dad to remember who he really is... but the suit is still controlling him, forcing him to fight. I just want a happy Tucker family reunion. Give that kid his daddy back. Even if Junior isn't there for the big conflict, he should have shown up at the end, with Tucker promising they won't be separated again.

Well, that sure was a lot! The final season was a lot, in a short amount of time! Again, I wish certain things were different, but I'm happy I could see it. Even after everything, all the good and bad parts, I know that it still isn't "the end". I've got a lot of ideas for stories, and so do many other fans out there. I know people are going to keep sharing their thoughts, creating their art, telling their stories... because a universe without stories? That's just empty space.

Bow-chicka-Bye Now!

[nocek]

i've been getting into rogue/gambit lately and i'm wondering if you have any thoughts on who they'd be as petvengers! (pet-x-men?) porcupine rogue? platypus rogue (poison claws)? cat remy?

apologies if this is totally irrelevant to your interests lol

I'm so sorry for the late answer. I'm bad at asks >.< I only ever notice them at desktop which I rarely use >.<

TBH I'm not that knowledgeable about xmen and choosing the animal was always the hardest part 😅

But lack of knowledge would never stop me when we can go on vibes alone :D

tbh for Rouge we can go two ways based on powers. So taking the powers would go the poison route but all that comes to my mind is blue ringed octopus and that tiny green uber poisonous frog i cant remember the name of. But both of those dont translate well to petvengers. I'm mostly keeping with mammals and occasional birbs. Speaking of birbs the utilizing of absorbed powers is kinda mimicking so parrot? or maybe a raven.

But on the other hand I like the way you think with porcupine. No touchy extravaganza here. Except idk how to draw that. Although porcupines aren't spikey all over like hedgehogs. So maybe I can draw the needles (are they called that?) more in the back a bit like a very deadly peacock lol

sorry for a rambly train of thought but I guess I just talked myself into it lol

But now back to Gambit. I so want to make him a bird. No reason besides would look cool throwing cards around XD also hilarious to have wings and still doing card tricks which require ridiculous amounts of hand dexterity.

but besides me amusing myself idk more serious approach would be maybe connecting more beck to new orleans? I guess there should be a lot of cool birds in Louisiana swamps? because the obvious default animal other that that is gator lol and nah, won't look good.

oh! Otter!? They surely live nearby and that goes close to your idea of cat which is also fitting but is tad bit more local

what do you think? Sorry I'll post it to crowdsource the ideas and feedback a bit here and I'll try to find time during xmas to draw them. It's been a while since I've drawn petvengers and it's time to remedy that ;)

I don't know them super well so prompts for anything about them are also very welcome!

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

WIP sneak peek | Eve of Battle

Alright, I fully admit that I have no idea what brought this on, save for a conversation with @ruralnorth, and an apparent lack of patience to wait to get to the sequel for The Wanderer that all but insisted I write this scene down, and do it now. 😅 Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'm sharing it, given that I'm still not entirely settled on this particular version being the way things will go, but...here it is? I couldn't seem to help myself when it came to drowning in my feels, so I suppose it might be only fitting that I attempt to take at least some of you down with me? (affectionately of course!)

Warnings: spoilers for my existing WIP's canon regarding my OC Tilda and her connection to a few main characters, the fact that the story contains an OC in and of itself, also liberties taken with exploring orc (excuse me...uruk) culture surrounding battles and preparations for them. I'm literally just having fun with this one, guys, potential canon inaccuracies and all.

“Well?  What do you think?”

Biting down on her lower lip, Tilda attempts to suppress a laugh, the fierceness of Bain’s garb rising in direct odds with the amusement glinting so clearly behind his gaze.  His smile is as it always is, despite the grave nature of what it is they are preparing to do.  Bold.  Unwavering.  So very sure of their survival, no matter the odds stacked against them.

By contrast, Tilda cannot seem to stop herself from picturing every single one of the numerous possible ways things might go awry, and she knows that she would be a fool if she tries to pretend her companion’s antics, such as they are, are anything short of a relief.

“I think you look—”

“Dashing?  Heroic?  Invincible?”

“I was going to say you look like you—like you belong here.”

And he does.  Whatever armor he had cobbled together to fit his lanky frame seems to blend seamlessly with cloth, chainmail, and—him, the serrated blades he favors rest comfortably in a worn leather belt cinched about his waist.  The united impact of these realities seem to make him stand taller, somehow.  As though he has grown stronger simply by the act of donning the garb, alone.

For a moment, Tilda marvels over that singular fact.  She wonders if she might ever find the same sort of transformation for herself.

Some sort of indication of those inner thoughts must show upon her features, for Bain’s glinting eyes suddenly grow uncharacteristically serious.  Almost—concerned.  And before she might make any attempt at rectifying this, Bain is stepping forward.  Closing the distance between them, and reaching for her hand to pull her to her feet in next to no time at all.

“Bain, what are you—”

“Come with me.”

“But what are we—”

“Just come.”

Powerless to do anything other than comply, Tilda follows along in Bain’s wake as he leads her through the camp to a tent ordinarily reserved for larger gatherings at its center.  She hesitates a bit, before entering, but Bain seems to anticipate this, pulling her forward, and through the partially opened flap with hardly any effort at all.

The sight that meets her as soon as she enters has her steps faltering once more, and Bain moves ahead to thread his way toward the tent’s center while she remains, for a moment, frozen in place.  All around her, the uruk are gathered in twos and threes, engaging in hushed conversation, or simply sitting in comfortable silence, but every last one of them has something nearly identical to the next.

Those with hair possess a thin braid, woven with something Tilda cannot quite recognize, and those without it bear an intricate webbing of darkened marks tracing the skin of their hands and forearms as well.

It takes only a moment for comprehension to dawn.  For her to realize that the braid she had noted in Bain’s hair, situated just near the temple, and placed behind his ear must have come from this.  A ritual, of sorts, that the uruk must have been using for centuries, before heading off to battles that none of them had ever known for a certainty they could win.

The reality is nearly palpable despite not a word of it being spoken aloud.  Tilda can read it so very clearly in the faces of all of those gathered around the tent’s perimeter.  It is a thing that can nearly be felt in the very air that surrounds them.  Tangible.  Eternal.  Sacred.

It is a thing Tilda knows, somehow, that she can never be worthy of.  Not after all that she has done.  Not after the singular mistake she knows without a doubt will define her, even long after her bones have turned to dust.

What the uruk have maintained over the ages—what Bain himself has accepted and been granted, here, is a thing that she will never have the opportunity to possess.  And why would she?  

She was a fool.  Her mother had tried to warn her, but she had not listened, and now?  

Now all hope of atoning for that foolishness, had died.  Her mother had died.

And Tilda had been, for all intents and purposes, alone since that woman had drawn her last breath.

“Tilda?”

Bain’s voice reaches her as though through a dense fog, and Tilda struggles to claw her way back to the present, and out of the darkness of her own thoughts.  Her breath catches in her throat, and her cheeks blaze as she realizes the eyes of nearly everyone in the tent are now fixed directly upon her.

Panic grips her in a vice, squeezing around her heart so fiercely that it nearly borders upon pain, and it is not long before Tilda is backtracking.  Scrambling to get back to the entrance of the tent, because she cannot possibly remain inside—

Pushed forward by the need to remove herself from this obvious display of camaraderie—from a thing she knows she could never possibly earn on her own—she continues moving.  Continues backing away, even in spite of the worry that flares in Bain’s expressions he watches her go.

It is not until her back bumps against something solid, or rather, someone, that she is forced to cease her frantic movements, the hands that fly to her shoulders to keep her steady in the wake of the collision eventually turning her so that she might look their owner in the eye.

Adar.

“You should stay.”

The declaration is hardly an order, spoken softly enough for Tilda to know with certainty that, should she truly wish to, she may still depart.  Although one of Adar’s hands still lingers upon her shoulder, the touch is gentle, and should she wish to pull away, she knows, somehow, that he will make no move to stop her.

It has never been more clear to her that the person standing before her possesses an almost uncanny ability to sense the direction of her thoughts.  That he knows, on some level, what she must be feeling, almost before she can come to the same conclusion on her own.

Unsure whether to be unnerved over that fact, or appreciative, Tilda spends a moment wavering in her indecision.  She rocks back on her heels, and Adar’s hand falls from her shoulder, to rest, once again, at his side.

Still entirely doubtful that she deserves to be here, she very nearly gives in to her initial urge to flee, but something holds her back.  Something that she cannot fully understand or explain.  And then another voice is speaking at her back, causing her to turn back toward the interior of the tent once more.

“Come, child.  Come sit.”

Augrith’s hand curves around Tilda’s to pull her forward, back into the tent, the grip firm.  Inescapable, and yet not anywhere close to causing any pain.  A glance back at Adar shows him following, albeit at a distance, his expression unreadable to her, as it always has been, before.

Left with little other choice, Tilda follows as Augrith leads her to the center of the tent.  She follows as the uruk pulls her toward a small, open space, and guides her to take a seat.

Crouching down and folding her legs beneath her, Tilda tries to cast aside her own uncertainty.  Her doubt.  Whatever lingering feeling that remains inside her mind, all but demanding that she retreat from this gesture of acceptance with everything she has.

Even though she can practically feel the presence of that—that voice—the one that haunts her waking and sleeping hours, uncoiling from dormancy, sensing the chance to intervene, Tilda does what she can to resist.  She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, aware that Augrith is watching her every move.

Insidious, she can sense what the voice is preparing to say almost before it speaks, and she knows she would be a fool to pretend that she does not feel the coils of dread that wind about her heart in response.

“There is nothing for you here, Tilda.  Whatever these creatures are doing to make you feel as though you belong, you will never be anything other than mine.”

Forcing her eyes open and tightening her jaw, she wills the voice away as best she can.  Tries to ignore the way it seems to creep through her veins, until her skin goes cold.  

Hardly blind to Augrith’s raised brow, Tilda does what she can to ensure her expression is neutral.  She ignores Adar’s gaze on her from where he moves to sit at her side, knowing that he will sense what it is she contends with, whether she wishes him to or not.

Desperate to focus upon the present, rather than succumbing to guilt over past mistakes, she straightens where she sits.  Her eyes meet Augrith’s earnest gaze, and she manages a singular, steadying breath.  

For a moment, she fears the voice will address her again, pushing past the barriers she’d hastily erected to keep it at bay, but as the minutes pass, she finds only silence.  And as she exhales again in a heady rush of relief, she once again becomes aware of the presence of Adar’s hand coming to rest upon her shoulder.

“You do not have to do this,” He says, holding her gaze for only a moment, before turning to glance at the varied tools Augrith is sifting through, a clear indication, to him at least, of what is to come, even if Tilda does not recognize it fully, herself, “No one will find fault with you if you refuse.”

“What—what is this, exactly?”

“It is our custom,” Augrith explains, the words once again garnering Tilda’s attention, the weight behind them unmistakable, even in spite of her own doubts regarding her worthiness to hear them, “A means of protecting one another—our family—in the only way we can.”

“Are they enchantments?”

“They are much more than that, child.  And you must understand that before we begin.  Your father is right.  You do not have to do this if you do not feel you are ready.”

There is no censure behind the words.  Not even the barest hint that if she withdraws, she will be judged.  A glance at those gathered around them mirrors that reality, and Tilda finds herself momentarily caught in a maelstrom of emotion she had never once expected to feel.

Where before she may have felt uncertainty, now she is aware of something that is entirely different.  If it is not determination, then it is something that is very close to it.

Whether she wishes to give consent to this for that sense of belonging she so craves, or as a means of silencing the voice that plagues her every step for good, she cannot tell.  But Tilda can feel her sudden desire to move forward straightening her spine and shoulders.  Giving strength to her very will.

And it is that strength that allows her to proceed.

“I am ready.”

A low murmur moves through those that have gathered around them, equal parts curious, and almost—approving?  Truthfully, Tilda cannot fully tell.  But before she can devote too much energy into pondering that lack of understanding, she finds herself startling as Bain comes to sit cross-legged on her other side.

“What are you doing?”

“Well I can hardly let you have all the fun, now can I?” Her friend quips, the connection with their companions implied by the braid he already wears clearly not enough to stop him from seeking this, as well, “Where you go, I go.”

“Bain—”

“Where you go, I go.”

The familiarity of the promise has Tilda’s throat tightening with emotion, the reality of it yet another thing that she hardly feels she could ever deserve.  Regardless of that doubt, however, she is also aware of a newfound sort of determination to continue forward.  To plunge, head-first, into this ritual in hopes of finding the belonging she seems to so fervently desire.  

Again, her gaze shifts to meet Adar’s, searching in some way for confirmation that this is right.  That it is permitted.  And although his expression is still, as ever, indecipherable, Tilda does not miss the unmistakable surety behind the singular word he grants Augrith as she prepares to settle herself to her task.

“Begin.”

[downtoncoquetteroach]

Notes: First of all I'm truly sorry for taking so long on this chapter, the AO3 curse is very real that's all I'll say. I'm already working on the fifth chapter so I'll do anything I can to post it asap. This was such fun to write I hope you have a blast too. Thank you for reading ⭐

TW: Swearing, a little bit of angst, cum mentions and lots of ugly sweaters.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter Four: ✨You don't have to whisper ✨

Y/n was late, the train was almost leaving Hogsmeade station and she was nowhere to be seen, Neville was nervously taping his feet, looking out through the window, waiting for her but nothing. Maybe it was a setup, she wasn't really going to her grandma's and the invitation to stay with them for the holidays was a joke, no, no, she was really his friend (his best friend actually) and she wouldn't do that. But then again why such a cool, nice, beautiful girl would hang out with him? No, he shouldn't be doubting her, their connection was real, she really cared for him. He closed his eyes, repeating calming memories from the past months with y/n and telling himself that everything will be okay. Then suddenly the door opened. It was Y/n all agitated and without breath

Neville! I thought I lost you oh Godric, I'm so glad I found you!

She sat right beside him and put her hand over his while smiling and looking at him with such relief it made him smile back, while he started to relax a bit, the door opened again, Fred Weasley appeared and Neville's heart stopped.

Fred was about to say something while catching his breath too but his smile faded when he saw y/n's hand over Neville's. Y/n seemed oblivious to all of this, more focused on calming herself and not surprised at all by the redhead presence. Fred sat in front of them and while he did that, George got in too, taking a seat beside his twin and saying hi to Neville.

Neville felt a tension building in his stomach as Fred spoke looking at him directly

So, this is where the fun never ends? What are you two up to?

As you very well know, we were barely able to catch the train, so, not much - y/n responded, finally removing her hand away from Neville's.

Y/n took off her scarf and her hair got stuck on her bracelet, while she was trying to fix it Neville noticed a couple of hickeys on her neck. He inmeadetly looked down at his shoes and felt an urgent necessity to run away but he didn't knew exactly why. Fred spoke again, this time with a bit of anger on his voice

So, shouldn't you be with the other toddlers Longbottom?

Wtf, his just a year younger- y/n snapped at him- and he can be wherever he wants - she was visibly pissed

Oh don't worry his always like this -George said - he has an old man complex, he found a long hair on his nose on Tuesday and suddenly he feels like his in charge of everyone -George intervention was kinda amusing but he was giving his twin a warning look.

I should go - Neville stood up but y/n took his hand again

No! You don't have to

I- It's not that, I -I have to give something to Ginny, see you when we got to London.

Neville squeezed her hand giving her a soft reassurance smile and left the compartment.

Her gaze followed him until the door was closed again and then she finally encounter Fred's eyes, his right eyebrow was almost reaching his hair line

So? - he asked - what's the meaning of this?

Meaning of what?

Holding hands with the child and what was that about London?

He's just a year younger, you don't have to be so ridiculous about it! and he's my friend and I invited him home for Christmas.

WHAT!?

Ok that's my cue to go - George got up and left the room too.

Am I not allowed to have friends or?

He's not a friend, he's clearly in love with you.

He is not!

You bet he his

How do you know?

I saw it all over his face just a minute ago sweetheart

You know, jealousy doesn't fit you Weasley

Well you don't fit with him

You are so immature

And you are so naive

Why are you like this?!

Because you invited him for Christmas

So what?! You are acting like a jealous boyfriend!

Well I Am your boyfriend!

What?! You haven't even asked me, you haven't even spoke to me in months!

I don't have to ask! I was literally just inside you! You still have my cum on your socks!

Harry Potter had opened the carriage door in that very moment and he looked incredible shocked, a red blush crawling over his face, he was frozen but then finally said

Okay I was just looking for Neville but, what's another trauma, right? Merry Christmas both of you.

Y/n saw him leaving with her mouth open, the hole situation was out of control. She needed space so she got up and left to hide in the toilet forever while Fred was rolling over his seat, laughing so hard she thought he will die.

Neville finally found Luna and Ginny and while he entered their compartment he finally ask them out loud

Okay, how do you know when you are in love?

Ginny grew the biggest smile on her face and exclaimed while pointing her finger at him:

I knew it!

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The first days at y/n's grandma were as happy and cozy as they could imagine, full of cookies and hot chocolate, listening her stories of the wild youth she had with her husband. Y/n's Grandpa was death but her grandma looked as in love with him as if it was the first day of their marriage. Neville had been concerned about meeting her because he thought everyone's grandma was just like his but he couldn't have been more wrong. She was incredibly affectionate towards him, she had allowed him to check on his husband record collection and even danced with him every night before heading to bed. They shared tea and talked endlessly about the plants in her garden while walking slowly hanging on his arm.

Y/n seemed pleased, as if she had guessed they would get along so well, but they had been a little more quiet among each other's company since the incident on the train, so y/n decided to talk to him that night instead of squirming on her bed overthinking.

She got up and went to the guests room, knocking on his door, getting no response. She insisted but nothing happened, so she considered going back to her room but she couldn't stand the uncertainty so she just opened the door and got inside.

It was dark and Neville was sleeping so she jumped on the bed and woke him up. He looked surprised but instead of sending her away he opened the blankets, letting her in.

They were laying down face to face when he whispered

Are you ok?

You don't have to whisper, my grandma is kinda deaf and her room is downstairs, so don't worry

Oh, ok - Neville continued whispering without noticing and they both laughed for a while until y/n said

I thought you were mad at me

Why would I be?

I don't know, that thing on the train, Fred was such a wanker

Oh, that, uhm no, it's ok, i just didn't knew you were back together or something

We are not, I mean we weren't even together in the first place..., its complicated

That's why you didn't tell me?

No! I, it was all so sudden, we didn't spoke before that day, I swear.

You don't have to swear, I mean you are entitled to your own secrets and all

No, Its not a secret, we kinda fixed things before leaving Hogwarts but, on the train we fought again so, I don't know, I told you, its complicated

So, you were not speaking and then you hooked up and then you fought ?

Ugh it's sounds so stupid when you put it like that

Neville laughed

Why are you fighting now?

Uhm, you, actually

Yeah, I had a feeling he didn't liked me that much anymore

He's just being stupid, don't worry it's not your fault

But why? What did I did to him?

Ahm...well, he's sorta jealous of you

Neville's face went pale, y/n even noticed despise the darkness of the room

But it's really not your fault Neville, besides, we are not a couple, at least not yet and I don't even know if we will ever be...

Y/n went silent, lost in her own thoughts, she looked really pretty, Neville talked without thinking

I don't even know how he could be jealous of me, I mean, compared to him I am nothing

Y/n snapped back to reality and frown her eyebrows in disbelief

How can you said that Neville you are as good as anyone, no, really, I mean you are kind and cool and smart and thoughtful and

Oh that sounds so menacing for someone like Fred -Neville laughed a little bitterly

Are you serious right now? Any girl would be lucky to have you

I don't see a line, but, you don't have to say those things, its ok, just leave it, I get it

No, you really don't, and I'm not saying it to be polite, he has every reason to be jealous of you

She suddenly realized what she had just implied, they went silent again and just stared at each other, Neville's heart was racing when he raised his hand and gently pulled her hair out of her face.

Y/n felt his finger caressing her cheek and her stomach flipped, his eyes were roaming her features with such longing she felt breathtaking. Neville gulped and the bravery that had taken control over his body, abandoned him in an instant, he retrieved his hand and sighed.

Y/n broke the tension realizing she haven't told him about the surprise for the weekend

Neville are you ready for the big event this weekend?

Christmas?

No! Tomorrow I'll take you to a real muggle party.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some are related to our posts, some are just twst-related; mostly short ones today.

Starting with a couple very sweet ones..!

Anonymous asked:

Have you guys seen @ao3feed-twistedwonderland's pinned post for July 2024? There is something there that might be interesting to see. Dw, it's good!

Ahhh this is so cool! 😭❤️❤️❤️ Thank you very much for letting us know! And thanks to whoever is running the page/submitting works 🥹

Katsu was very hesitant about sharing this work, so I am very happy that it was received so well.

Anonymous asked:

I love your Touhou crossover!! I immediately liked and retweeted it the second I saw it on my timeline. It's so cute! Please know all your hard work feeding the fandom—your art, Katsu's writing, taking the time to respond to everyone—is very much seen and appreciated!

Anon, this is very kind of you, thank you so much 😔💖💖💖!!

About the Touhou drawing, even though it really underperformed, it did the thing that I really love about obscure crossovers: there were some people who connected the dots and went “ah!”. It ended up being a drawing for a very specific audience lol But I am extremely happy that those who liked it did like it, including you! It means a lot that we still get support on stuff that doesn’t necessarily click with a lot of people.

Katsu said it the other day, but I’ll say it too: we really don’t want to seem ungrateful because all the support we receive is honestly insane and we’re really happy that we could be this self-indulgent about stuff that we post. It motivates both of us a lot, and I feel like no matter how much I thank you all, it’ll never feel like I’ve said it enough time to express just how much we appreciate it properly.

So yeah. Cheesiness aside, as long as it’s fun, let’s keep doing it.

Anonymous asked:

You should definitely draw greenhill getting caught watching porn by gregory (not forcing tho)! Btw I'm in love with your art

I really should, Anon. I want to draw them more, and to be honest I’d love to sketch something for every hc about them that I wrote lol Maybe one day…

Thank you so much for your kind words!! <3

Anonymous asked:

out of all the bottoms who do you think the twins would team up to noncon together

Any of them. They don’t discriminate 😇

Realistically though, those who are the most likely to get Tweel’d are Riddle (if Floyd is in a mood to share, of course), Idia (ultimate victim…better catch him first though), Jamil (another ultimate victim of fishies specifically) and probably Deuce… can’t really explain the last one, he just seem to be a magnet for trouble.

Anonymous asked:

so, moray eels tend to have multiple partners, have you considered a Jade x char x Floyd poly ship? And I’m not talking about a v one either. The idea of Jade and Floyd fighting for dominance is sorta amusing.

I’m pretty sure I talked about this before, but I can’t find the post right now, so I’ll answer again!

Jade and Floyd are interesting because even though they act together a lot of times, they don’t really like being “a set” to each other, so I guess whether they would do something like this or not really depends on a lot of stuff. I do love to sandwich one character between them, and I tend to do it with Idia because of course I do lol But it still doesn’t feel like a poly ship to me, more like two creeps harassing poor guy because he amuses them…

I agree that it would be an interesting dynamic to see Jade and Floyd fighting for a piece of meat someone else’s attention because it would showcase their pettier side, like two kids hissing at each other. But in practice, I don’t really know who would fit to be that one person these two would fight for like that 🤔 They are too good at minding their business when it comes to each other’s love affairs.

I’m waiting for an epiphany on this one.

Anonymous asked:

When you say the freshmen used Idia to satisfy their urges, do you mean they assaulted him on the regular orrr…?

(this is related to this post)

Pretty much! It wouldn’t always end up with them having sex with Idia, but they would still do a lot of sexual stuff: rubbing against him, touching him, humping him, etc.

They used Idia’s hair for that a bunch of times too. 😔

Anonymous asked:

I feel embarrassed when I keep sending so many asks about Silver lol 😭 but your recent post about mob/subs for twst has reminded me again of something I used to think about on the DAILY!!

I loooove the idea of Silver being attacked by fae mobs from the valley sososo much, whether it's just some shopkeeper taking out their long lasting hatred for humans on him, or nobles from the castle overruling Lilia's power to demand that Silver attend them for the night... Ughhhh I think about it so much. He wants to unite humans and fae for peace so badly, but it's FUN to imagine him being a frequent victim of all that fantasy racism UGH UGH

He's not even uncomfortable with the things they want him to do or the ways they try to humiliate him, even though they want him to be.. He's just sad and confused by why they hate him and trying his best to be good so they change their mind 😭

This is a hot idea, Anon! Silver is very good at being a good boy trying to please others, even if they’re clearly just trying to belittle and abuse him. Of course he would tolerate anything, of course he would patiently do anything they ask him to do because changing their minds and appeasing them would be this important to him.

They would probably be shocked by just how much this boy is willing to do.