#first pool noodle and the favorite pool noodle

[censoredhysteria]

tadaaa a redraw from 2023!! i really like it

below is the old drawing vvvvvv

[jackhues]

it's not hate... | oscar piastri

note: okay so i was bored and i got a random inspiration i hope y'all like this <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

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faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser & logansargeant

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youruser: gang's back together 🤘

pinned youruser: welcome back to america @/logansargeant glad you could join us! -> user: i love how she seems sarcastic but i know babes is so happy he's back

user: logan living out his frat dreams

user: this would be logan daily if he didn't go into racing

user: wait i'm confused... who's this? -> user: y/n y/ln! from what we know, her and logan are best friends since they were born or something. she finished her undergrad, but i think she's doing law school now (?)

user: i ship -> user: ew

y/bffsuser: not pictured is the entire drink falling out -> logansargeant: it wasn't my fault! she moved her head -> youruser: yeah okay, blame the woman -> logansargeant: i blame when she's wrong. and you are. -> user: stop they're so sibling

yourmomsig: aw no one posted the pic of y/n falling off the bed during the fight -> youruser: MOM! -> logansargeant: i tried but she stole my phone -> user: well we know who the favorite child is now

y/bffsuser: @/yourprivuser no photo creds -> user: IS THAT Y/N'S PRIVATE USER???!!! I NEED TO BE ACCEPTER NOWWW this comment thread has been deleted

oscarpiastri has requested yourprivuser!

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y/bffspodcast

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y/bffspodcast: surprise episode out now! take a listen for exclusive deets on logan's love life, his best friends, and the time he almost became a dad to a baby crocodile

tagged: logansargeant

user: i'm sorry, logan did WHAT NOW?

user: A CROCODILE?? -> user: well he does live in florida

user: it's a crime that y/n and oscar haven't met before. i need the irl best and the f1 bestie to get together and spill tea on logan -> oscarpiastri: well we might have to change that this weekend -> user: OSCAR??!! PLEASE DO IT! I BEG!

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Y/BFFS PODCAST - TRANSMISSION timestamp: 4:40-8:23

y/bff: i mean, you've known y/n your whole life, right?

logan: my whole life, yup. like, i was maybe only a few hours old when i saw her for the first time. you already know this, but like we have the same birthday, december 31st 2000. and we're also born at the same time, in the same hospital, literally right across the hall from each other.

YB: same time? like seriously? how did i not know that?

LS: *laughs* i mean, same time. down to the minute, at least. it's why we call each other 'twin', we're born at the same time. and like our parent knew each other and joked that we might be born on the same day... little did they know

YB: *laughing* that's insane. oh my gosh, and you guys have just been best friends since then. i love that. i assume you're the one who's got all the younger high school stories about her. i got some college ones, but you have the real gold mine, don't you?

LS: i've got my fair share of our insane stories, yeah

YB: mind sharing one?

LS: i'm trying to think of one that's not absolutely insane... oh okay! so one time, we were in the pool, it was summer, and then y/n just stops trying to murder me with the pool noodle and goes still. i'm confused as hell, so i'm trying to see what she's doing but she tells me to shut up. she's watching the bushes around the pool, so i swim to the edge of the pool next to her, and the two of us are just watching the bushes. i have no idea what's going on, but y/n's waiting for something. and then, a baby croc starts walking out of it, and it's so small, but like it's mom was nowhere. we didn't know what to do. and y/n *laughs* y/n goes, "oh we have to adopt it". i'm like what? but she just start spiraling "oh we're his parents now. he just saw us. what if the mom died? i don't know how to feed a baby croc? but i have to learn, it's my baby croc now." finally she calms down, and we get everything sorted out, but she cried when we had to leave the baby crocodile. adopted it and all within three seconds of seeing it

YB: *laughing* i'm dead, oh my god that sounds like her though. that's so fucking funny, she made you a crocodile dad!

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Y/N ADJUSTED HER SUNGLASSES, the Miami sun nearly blinding her as she walked towards the paddock. Next to her, her racer best friend, Logan Sargeant, nearly skipped along next to her. She could feel his excitement at being able to race so close to home again, and it honestly helped lift her own spirits.

Logan smiled and waved at some cameras and fans nearby, grinning brightly and taking the time to stop and sign some stuff. Once the fans had trickled away, Logan made his way back to his best friend, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked, turning his head away from the cameras so they couldn't read his lips.

"I'm great," she promised.

"It's not too late to change your mind," he reminded her. "We can say you were sick, or you weren't feeling well, or you just forgot, or-"

"-That I have diarrhea?" Y/N grinned a little. "You know, all of your solutions to this thing seem to involve me just running away or ignoring it."

"I mean, it's how you take on most of life," he shrugged.

"I've never felt more called out in life," she rolled her eyes. "Look, we've got a plan. I head over to the garage first, take a few pics, then say 'oh I have to go. I haven't even been to Williams' garage yet'. I've got this Logie, I promise. Besides, I don't even hate him. If I did, there would be a lot more violence threatened and swearing involved. I also would've blocked him."

Logan didn't look necessarily convinced, but he didn't argue either. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "If you need anything, send me a 911 text. I'll be on standby the entire time, I swear."

Y/N smiled at the boy, waving goodbye as she dropped him off to the Williams garage.

"I know you'll be there," she smiled. "It's what we do. Be there for each other."

MEANWHILE, IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE, the Aussie driver was pacing back and forth, turning back to the entrance every few seconds.

"Yeah, great job at being subtle, Osc," Lando Norris, his teammate, commented sarcastically. "Who're you even waiting for?"

"Y/N," Oscar answered simply.

Normally, he'd engage in banter with his Brit teammate, but he was too nervous to give answers longer than a few words. He was finally going to see Y/N, in person. Not on the other side of a screen, not a flash of hair that ran away too quickly, not a caller ID he'd see on Logan's phone all too often. After all these years, he was finally going to be able to see her, face to face.

He had to admit, he did seem a little pathetic trying to contact her. But the DM he'd sent years ago on her public account had never gone through. And he'd left it, thinking maybe they weren't meant to know each other, simply to know of each other.

But then he'd seen her private instagram, with so few followers, he knew that she wouldn't be able to miss it. But maybe she didn't use it, or maybe it was an old account, but he had no luck on that account either.

He finally mustered the courage to ask Logan for her number and just reach out. He was surprised and a little shocked she said yeah, but he was in too deep now to change his mind.

"Oooh, who's Y/N?" Lando teased. "Is she a girlfriend?"

Oscar whipped his head towards his teammate, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Why are you a literal child?" he asked. "Y/N's a friend. Well, she's a friend of Logan's. His best friend. And everyone found out the two of us never met each other, and they went crazy saying we have to meet and whatnot. So I invited her here to take a few pictures."

Lando tilted his head, almost as if he was dissecting the truth behind Oscar's words.

"Logan? Logan Sargeant's best friend? Her name's Y/N?"

"Yes, Lando. And everyone says I'm his best friend in racing, so we have to meet or something."

"Alright, I believe you," Lando decided. "Call me when she gets here, I want to take pictures with her too."

"Sure," Oscar answered nonchalantly.

Turns out, there was no need to call him over, because a second after he'd said that, she walked in.

Oscar stared at her as she looked around the garage, her eyes drinking in just how different it was from the Williams' garage that she was used to.

Lando made a noise between a snort and a laugh, causing Oscar to glare at him.

"No, nothing," Lando nodded to himself, ignoring Oscar's silent question. He cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting across the garage, "Y/N!"

Her head whipped over to the sound of her name, her posture relaxing the slightest bit as she realized it was only Lando and Oscar and not some random person. She didn't exactly know them, never even met them, but she knew enough of them to be a little comfortable.

She smiled slightly as she reached them, "Hey. How are you guys?"

Lando looked to Oscar, who simply stared at Y/N, before decided to take the reigns. "We're good, thanks for asking. I'm Lando, my friend here is Oscar, and I assume you already know that."

"Yeah, I watch enough F1 to know that," she smiled, falling into easy conversation with the Brit.

"Well it's nice to know you didn't take an invitation from a man who's name you didn't know," Lando joked. "That's what I call important information."

"I went a step further and made sure he was known by a friend of mine," Y/N continued the banter. "My best friend." She turned to acknowledge Oscar, "Logan spoke highly of you for a long time now. It's nice to finally be able to meet you."

"Yeah, same," he nodded. "I mean, Logan's spoke a lot about you too. All the time. He still does. It's nice to meet you too."

Oscar resisted the urge to close his eyes and curse himself out.

Y/N didn't seem to mind his stuttering and stumbling. In fact, her posture seemed to straighten out a bit, and her smile turned a little bit more warm.

She was beginning to realize that no matter how bad Logan had gotten it, Oscar was human too. He was new to this, and he probably had someone defending him the way she defended Logan. Maybe she was a little harsh on him. She just didn't like how it wasn't fair.

It was why she wanted to be a lawyer. She wanted to try and make things fair for people.

But in defending Logan with her entire heart and soul... she was being unfair to Oscar. She could try and be nice. It's only for a few minutes. After that, she could go back to avoiding him.

"So, how do you wanna do the pictures?" Y/N asked. "We should get them done now, I might have to leave early if my laptop doesn't work. I have a few assignments due."

"Right, yeah," Oscar nodded. "We can- uh-"

"The lighting's nice over there," Lando pointed out. "I'll take the picture of you guys."

"You don't wanna be in it?" Y/N asked.

"No, I'm alright," Lando smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not best friends with Logan, unlike you two. Besides, I'm pretty good with a camera."

Y/N frowned at the reminder that Lando was one of the drivers who wasn't friends with Logan. She quickly fixed her expression, but Oscar noticed (only because he'd has his eyes on her ever since she entered). He was tempted to ask her about it, but she smiled and his brain froze up.

"Alright then, let's take the picture."

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youruser

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youruser: miami, you were fun 🤍

tagged: logansargeant, landonorris, oscarpiastri

pinned youruser: to my haters: fuck you, i'm always proud of logan. no matter what. i chose him as my best friend and i'll choose him again every time. i'm just sad y'all have never loved someone so much to understand what it means to always be proud of them, no matter any outcome. he's my best friend, my brother, and the outcome of race isn't going to change that

pinned youruser: i heard there was a logan's besties meet up @/oscarpiastri -> oscarpiastri: oh yeah, did you end up making it? -> youruser: swipe to find out!

landonorris: same time next race 👀👀 -> youruser: wanna do my class for me?? -> landonorris: i will understand nothing. -> oscarpiastri: as if you understand anything ever -> landonorris: all grown up now, are you? -> oscarpiastri: shut up

mclaren: it was a pleasure having you stop by! next time, you should stay for longer! -> williamsracing: stop stealing her from us

williamsracing: loved having you around for the weekend!

alex_albon: wowwww, i didn't even make the cut this weekend -> youruser: all the pics i took of you were 0.5s -> alex_albon: thanks for showing some mercy

user: stop she looks so pretty

user: logan bestie meet up... but where's logan? -> user: getting attacked by a haas in his home race -> user: oof

user: TELL EM GIRL!

user: i want what she and logan have. like they'd DIE for each other

oscarpiastri: it was great to finally meet you! hopefully it's not the last time either -> user: boy please TRY to be subtle

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PART TWO

notes: i hope y'all liked this, don't forget to like + reblog! alsoo... comment on this part (not any others) if you want to be tagged, i might not respond but i'll add you to the taglist if you comment.

but my tags don't always work, so you might want to follow my writing tag 'naqia writes!' or the tag for this short series 'the bsf of my bsf! series' so they show up on your dash at some point :)

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Running Free

Wandanat x human pet!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha have been looking for a pet for some time, but they've had no luck until they meet you, will you be a good fit for their lives?

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ due to themes, MDNI, heavy pet play, human pets, abuse, violence, hurt/comfort

Authors notes: Bumble finally is trusted to run without running off :')

Your tail wags furiously as you stand at the back door, your brown and gray ears perked up in excitement. Natasha and Wanda have decided that today is the day you get to run off-leash in the backyard for the first time. The anticipation in the air makes you almost vibrate with eagerness.

"Ready, Bumble?" Wanda asks, her hand resting on the door handle. You bark softly, your body practically buzzing.

"Alright then," Natasha says with a smile. "Here we go.”

Wanda opens the door, and you shoot out like a bullet, your hands and feet pounding the grass as you dash across the yard. The sensation of freedom is exhilarating. You run in wide circles, your ears flapping and tail a blur of motion. You dart from one end of the yard to the other, sniffing every corner, and occasionally pause to dig at an interesting spot before taking off again.

Natasha watches from the pool, a relaxed smile on her face as she floats on a pool noodle. She keeps a watchful eye on you, ensuring your playful antics don't lead to trouble. Wanda stands near the patio, clapping her hands and cheering as you explore with boundless energy.

Your joy is infectious. You leap and bound, your athletic form a blur of brown and gray. You chase after butterflies, bark at birds, and roll in the grass, savoring the sheer pleasure of being free to move as you please. The backyard, with its lush greenery and wide-open space, feels like a vast playground just for you.

After a while, your pace begins to slow. You are panting heavily, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, but the happiness in your eyes is unmistakable. You make your way over to the pool, where Natasha has been keeping a close eye on you.

"Had enough fun for now, Bumble?" Natasha asks, reaching out to pat your head. Feeling just how warm you'd gotten from the summer sun at midday.

You give a happy bark, your tail wagging as you look at Natasha. With a final burst of energy, you leap into the pool, splashing water everywhere. Natasha laughs, moving aside to give you space as you paddle around, cooling off from your run. She doesn't stray too far as the pool gets deeper the further out you go.

Wanda walks over, chuckling at the sight of you swimming in the pool. "Looks like someone's discovered a new favorite spot," she says, leaning down to scratch you behind the ears.

You swim over to Natasha, who holds out her arms to help you out of the pool. As you climb out, shaking off the excess water, you lie down beside the pool, your head resting on Natasha's knee. “Good shake!” Natasha calls out. Wanda joins you, sitting on the edge of the pool and stroking your wet hair.

"You did great, Bumble," Wanda says softly, her voice filled with affection. "We’re so proud of you."

Your eyes close in contentment, your body relaxed and your breathing steady. This moment of freedom, of pure, unrestrained joy, has been everything you needed.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Under an Ipê tree - Lewis Hamilton

The three times your annual visit to Senna’s tomb brought something different

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Senna! Reader

warnings: mentions of death, mourning, AD 21', Lewis at Ferrari (rubbing salt into every open wound apparently)

wordcount: +1k

a/n: Not gonna lie, started this one with something in mind and it took a life of its own. I know Senna! Reader isn't everyone's cup of tea, so please, proceed with caution, because there is mention to real events and real emotions envolved with mourning. Also, AD 21', I'm sure as hell not over that, so here's another trigger warning.

a/n. 2: Those trees are how pink Ipês look in blossom, I know Brasil is not known for its colder months but those beauties come alive after the few cold weeks.

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Like most traditions it started without any intent on actually becoming a thing. You and Lewis would take a couple hours off on Wednesdays before the Brazilian GP every year, the destination a known one to everyone in the paddock. It was a journey you used to do by yourself until Lewis had been the brave, and first one, to ask you if he could tag along. He’d been to Senna’s tomb before, you knew that much, but the respect and adoration he held for your late father had you deciding he should be good company.

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“I swear I had never seen my mom angrier. Can you imagine her with the speaker at Interlagos shouting to everyone with an ear that I shouldn’t be racing and if anything happened Ayrton was to blame cause I wasn’t even old enough to be there” You told a laughing Lewis while remembering when your father faked an ID so he could sneak you to the track and teach you how to race in your brand new - Mclaren themed – kart. A Christmas gift he went out of his way to get to the famous Brazilian track circuit in time to open day.

“You know, my favorites snippets of his life are the ones you talk about, Sundays at the pool, ice cream dates, kart running without your mom knowing. Whenever someone talks about him it’s always about his wins, his hardships, his cars and battles … it’s almost as if he didn’t exist beyond formula 1, like we froze just a fraction of him and forgot all about the rest.” 

You smiled at him, you liked how Lewis never questioned your feelings towards f1’s out of this world idolatry on your father, mainly because at the end of the day, to your 8 year old past self, Ayrton was first and foremost “pai”, the dude that thought you not to be afraid by throwing you into the ocean when no one was looking, the one that cooked instant noodles for dinner in spite of your mom’s pleads, the one that constantly tried to show you that love is a feeling we should act upon in the present and never wait for a so promised tomorrow.

“He would’ve liked you I think… would’ve hated to race you, for sure. But as a person, he would have probably seen you as one of the good ones, pointing out bullshit, fighting fia every chance you get, protecting the guys back at the garage, focusing on racing and not talking, looking out for everyone.” You answered truthly, as he respectfully held his hands behind his back looking at the tomb stone, while you casually sat in the edge of the stone, almost too comfortable around the place from all the visits you’ve done over the years.

“I think you should meet Galisteu someday, she’ll have way more interesting stories about him to tell you than I do.” You absentmindedly noted, remembering all she’s told you about your father, this other side to him you never got the time to see.

“Nah… we’re our truest around kids, his best version was the one you got to see. Now, what was that time he sneaked a stray dog onto your apartment?” he asked while reaching for your shoulder so you both could walk along the path back to the car awaiting to take you both back.

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“I don’t think I really remember the sound of his voice” you sighed looking up at the Ipê tree just beside the tomb. You had shown Lewis a photo of what it looked like once in full blossom before, in the Brazilian winter, and he promised you he would eventually find the time to come see it in its full glory in late June.

The walk in the cemetery, the light hearted banter, him opening his heart on dreams and the future and the confessions you would eventually make to Lewis about Ayrton were part of the annual occurrence you had both unspokenly agreed on, but that one line seemed to have hit him hard enough he just motioned you to go on, no answers or remarks. 

“I mean, I know what his voice sounds like because there’s a thousand and one interviews with him, but I don’t think I can truly remember what he sounded like in real life … how he talked to me.” You explained it further, now looking at the Briton.

He engulfed you in a hug, the kind only he knew how, your tears leaving marks on his shoulders. You would rarely cry over anything related to your father, at least not in front of people anyway, but Lewis was… well, Lewis. You and Niki were the one who pushed, like hell, to sign him to Mercedes back in 2014 against everyone’s better judgment, and while you knew he would be every bit the driver and phenomenon he was, neither of you anticipated the friendship that came out of seeing him almost every GP you attended. A relationship that had crept its own way into your hearts, slowly allowing to see each other as something more than just good friends.

“He’s proud of you, wherever he is. I know that much” He whispered, leaving a soft kiss to your temple and bringing you even closer to his body.

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“He would’ve crashed into Verstappen back in 2021, wouldn’t he?” He prompted out of nowhere, gazing seriously at the tomb as you observed him pondering over the possible outcomes of a race that, like a ghost, had been following him nonstop, specially with the São Paulo GP fast approaching and with it his chances of securing his 8th title, two races before the end of the season.

“Start another Senna vs. Prost ?! ” You thought out loud, trying to read into his expressions and mannerisms, a talent of his you weren’t quite as good.

“Maybe I should’ve done it”

“You’re not like that Lew. You’re you and no one, not a single person, wants someone else” Your exasperation clear in your voice, hands reaching for his chin as his eyes locked into yours and he nodded, an unspoken agreement between the two of you, one you had to hammer into his head from time to time, that he may have Ayrton as his idol but he was just as much of an icon to the sport, and to a million of kids out there.

“On Sunday you’re going to reach that top step in your red suit, fulfill Ayrton’s dream and claim a championship for Ferrari. You. Not him, nor anyone else” and come the end of the race, he did just that. Smiling down at the sea of people in a mix of old Mercedes merchs and new Ferrari ones, dedicating his trophy to all the other people who believed in the impossible with him. 

[divinecrimson]

Ni-Ik as your husband…

FEM READER

-lots of hugs and kisses.

I feel like niki is the type to randomly come behind you and hug you from behind no matter what your doing. Cooking, cleaning, dancing… he wouldn’t care so expect hugs.

As for kisses I think he’d be the type to understand you love forehead kisses and always give you one before bed.

-gives flowers and gifts randomly.

Niki would totally be the type to pick you up from work with a boquete of your favorite flowers. Dressed in a tux and ready to take you on a date. No matter the occasion he’d always show how much he loves you with gifts. Even jewelry that he gets from modeling or just randomly going to the Prada store to buy a few necklaces and bracelets.

-massages…

Niki would love to massage your legs and back. And back rubs are a must. He understands you are tired from work and missing him all day. Even when your on your period expect back rubs and massages. He wants to sooth your pain and if that means he needs to rub your feet until you fall asleep, then so be it.

-flirty and annoying.

Even if your asleep after a stressful night he’d wake you up with a ton of kisses and sweet words. Wether it be something like “good morning baby” or even “look at how pretty you are..” even though you get annoyed by it because you just woke up, you still love the feeling of how he treats you like a Princess or prince. Niki would be the type to laugh at you slipping into the pool or saying a few dumb things. He’d point it out and laugh but as soon as you look like a kicked over puppy, he’s apologizing and being so sweet.

-cuddles…

Niki loves to cuddle. He even has a small schedule after work when you guys just cuddle. And since he tracks your period so he can understand how you feel better, the cuddles never end. Though his body Carrie’s a lot of heat he still needs your warmth to sleep correctly at night.

-cooks.

Although niki isn’t the greatest cook he will still try to cook for you. Making takoyaki or even noodles he values your opinion. If you tell him it’s great and your face doesn’t show it, he’d throw it away after you beg him not to. He likes to be perfect for you even though you tell him you already live him the way he is and you’d rather him not change.

-walks.

After begging him to let you just relax becuase you have a free weekend, he doesn’t like to sit around so walking it is. He likes walk with you. Holding your hands and looking at the rings on your finger that he bought you. Maybe he will never tell you but he likes being seen with you. His pride and joy is so happy letting the world know he’s yours and your his.

-Tattoos.

Niki is the type to get a tattoo without thinking about how you feel first. He showed up one day with a small tattoo on the left side of his back that said ‘what’s hers is hers’ and you weren’t happy at first. Even though you always loved the idea of that tattoo on his skin, you didn’t want him to ruin his body for you. Yet he took the tattoo idea you had and got it three days later. It looked pretty in his tanned skin and you couldn’t lie. Your face turned red and he smothered you in happy kisses.

PT.2?????

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Jason Todd/Frank Castle ship manifesto and rec list!

For @dc-marvel-crossovers Pool Noodle Party.

These two are both scary motherfuckers when they want to be. Between the guns and the vengeance — yeah, the surface-level similarities are clear. But they’re also people whose core motivations are a) loss and b) a sense of justice. They lost faith in the ability of others to protect the people they love, and so they decided to do it themselves. They get a lot of shit from the other vigilantes in their respective circles for their methods of doing so; I think the lack of judgment coming from the other person would absolutely draw them together.

And at first glance, I think they can both easily be written off as angry characters, but both of them have a massive soft, caring streak under all that Kevlar and grumbling. It comes out mostly in the way they look out for (and fight on behalf of) the innocent — women, children, dogs… they’re both natural caretakers, but they’re rarely allowed to express it, and I think that caretaking is a huge part of what I love about the idea of their dynamic. They only allow themselves to be soft and to be taken care of because they’re with someone who also respects their strength.

Fic recs! Most of this tag belongs to the amazing @mightymightygnomepriest and @bittercape! Please go check out their work if you want more of this pairing — every one of their fics is great, not just the ones I’m quoting here.

forever trusting who we are by @bittercape - like I said, it’s the caretaking for me! This is peak softness, and I love the lived-in feel of the unspoken communication that comes from a long term relationship.

The rhythm of checking and mending gear is a familiar one, and Jason is comforted by the hiss of the whetstone against an already-sharp blade, as familiar as breathing.

Slightly less familiar is the way Frank leans against him when he comes back from packing up their gear. His weight is heavy against Jason’s back, seeking contact like a big cat.

can’t start a fire without a spark by @mightymightygnomepriest - Frank is literally in the rain trying to rescue a puppy in this. It’s so ridiculously endearing. There’s also caretaking (of course) and some sexy sexy sex.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason catches sight of a calendar. He wonders if he’s been a good enough boy this year that Santa’s delivered him a dilf.

Probably not.

Even if We’re Just Dancing in the Dark by @daddyswickedqueen - a remix of the previous fic on the list, but god damn I love Sagacity’s take on this premise. The inner voices of both characters are so well done.

There’s a low laugh that could, in other meteorological conditions, make Jason shiver. Right now it’s too fucking cold and wet to tell.

Jason stays right where he is. This goddamn puppy is going to be warm and dry tonight or he’s going to commit war crimes. Again.

Parting is all we know of Heaven, (—and all we need of Hell.) by llamallamaduck - Witcher fusion! I know very little about the Witcher fandom but was able to follow without problems, and the glimpse at the world was more than enough to have me wanting more. Great characterizations.

“I’ve been around for a while, kid,” says the Witcher, shifting. Automatically, Jason’s eyes snap to track the movement. You can’t not pay attention to that shit. He’s not even making any threatening gestures; he’s rubbing his temples with one hand and is propped up by the other. Nevertheless, Jason wants to curl his shoulders, bare his teeth and show he’s not easy prey.

Make This Easy by @thepartyresponsible - it has once again been 0 days since somebody in the crossover server recced a TPR fic, and for good reason. Significantly darker than the others on this list; this is not a happy story. But it involves one of my favorite descriptions of Jason of all time:

There’s some kind of predator under his skin, the same way there’s one under Frank’s. Maybe this kid’s teeth run a little closer to the surface, but Frank still recognizes his own. It’s just weird as hell to find someone like him caged up in a body like that. He wonders if that’s what he looked like in his early twenties, some unholy mashup of empty eyes and soft edges, baby fat barely lingering on a body already smelted into a weapon.

He was never that pretty, but Russo used to be. Maybe that burning match energy is something boys like them learn early. Self-immolation as a form of self-protection. Nobody’s going to get their hands on them if they’re already on fire.

[happypedrohours]

Choose 1, or 2 or 3 (or all of them) from the following lists and send them to fellow Happy Pedro Hours partakers to get to know them better and to have a good laugh!! (We kindly remind you of the Tumblr etiquette back in the day which is that if you receive an ask, it's customary to send one back to the person so they get to answer one (or two or three) themselves)

Don't forget to tag all your replies #happypedrohours !!

June 22nd updates: added questions to Would you rather and Get to know me lists, new Either Or list at the bottom of the post

Would you rather list

Have mint ice cream or chocolate gelato

Have blackberry sherbet or lemon popsicle

Drink Coca Cola or Pepsi

Eat a pizza with mushroom or pineapple on it

Spend one day in a spaceship or one day on an icebreaker

Visit Mars or Saturn?

Live in a little cottage surrounded by frog pond or fields of horses?

Road trip through the US or Australia?

Spend a day wearing no make up or wearing too small shoes?

Learn how to make sushi or noodles?

Eat a hamburger dipped in chocolate or fries dipped in fluff?

Hike an active volcano or a rainforest during a storm?

Cuddle a bear cub or a litter of baby squirrels?

Go on the Orient Express or trek to Victoria Falls?

Sleep under the stars by a swamp or in a hammock hanging from a cliff?

Have universal respect or unlimited power?

Swim in a pool full of Nutella or a pool full of maple syrup?

Spend a week in the forest or a night in a real haunted house?

*updated list*

Always have to tell the truth or always have to lie?

Run your tongue down a NYC sidewalk or press your tongue into a stranger's nostril?

Be in the real-life version of "The Walking Dead" or "American Horror Story"?

Have the hiccups for the rest of your life or always feel like you're about to sneeze but can't?

Use sandpaper as toilet paper or hot sauce as eye drops?

Be sticky for the rest of your life or be itchy for the rest of your life?

Pedro Boys edition

Would would win in a hand-to-hand fight? Dave York or Din Djarin?

Who's the better parents? Din Djarin or Mrs Flores?

Who would win the race? Frankie Morales or Din Djarin (Razor Crest edition, no space jump allowed)

Who would win in a fight? Oberyn Martell or Marcus Moreno?

Who the better cuddler during wintertime? Javi G or Marcus P?

Who's the grumpiest when they show up at their surprise birthday party? Joel or Javi P?

Who has more fashion sense? Javi G or Oberyn Martell?

Who has the best aim with a gun? Joel or Dave York?

Who has the scariest intimidating scowl? Javi P or Joel?

Who is better at reading bedtime stories? Din or Marcus Moreno?

Who’s the best movie night buddy? Dieter or Javi G?

Who’s the best at barbecuing? Frankie or Joel?

Who would win in a eating contest? Marcus P or Max Philips?

Get to know you list

If you could go back to any time period, where would you like to go and why?

What's your favorite color and the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of it?

If you could be transported in any fictional universe, where would you go?

What's a song that reminds you of your favorite season?

Do you read books and if yes, what's your favorite genre?

Do you cook and what's your favorite dish to make?

What's the one place in the world you have always dreamed of visiting?

What is the first concert you attended to?

What did you want to be when you were small?

What’s your favorite swear word (in any language) and why?

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

What was/is your favorite subject in school?

If you could only wear one color for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?

Who was your first celebrity crush?

What’s a weird smell that you really enjoy?

Do you have a favorite kind of flower?

Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Do you collect anything?

*updated list*

What color is your toothbrush?

What's your favorite summer activity?

What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten?

What's the sexiest animal?

What is the worst job you could have?

If you could paint anything, what would you paint?

Who is your favorite cartoon character?

Who's your favorite superhero and why?

*New category*

Either or

Museum or carnival?

Horror movie or romcom?

Tea or coffee?

Friends or How I Met Your Mother?

Cat or dog?

Left side or right side of the bed?

Bath or shower?

Paintings or sculptures?

Summertime or wintertime?

Hugs or kisses?

Apple juice or orange juice?

Unicorn or mermaid?

Apple or Android?

Netflix or Disney+?

Instagram or TikTok?

Cereal or toast?

Burger or tacos?

Dinosaurs or dragons?

Greek mythology or Egyption mythology?

New York City or Los Angeles?

Crossword puzzles or jigsaw puzzle?

[kwanisms]

Better than Origami

summary: you decided to teach your boyfriend the meaning of the word patience.

pairing: virgin!beomgyu x (f)reader

warnings: smut (minors dni), dry humping, use of restraints, whiny Beomgyu, (slightly) sub!Beomgyu, slight dom!Reader (but don't look too closely lol)

wc: 1.8k

a/n: I have no explanation. it happened in a dream. I’m sorry not sorry lol pls be gentle with me. I've never written something like this or for txt before

[23:04]

“Baby, please,” your boyfriend breathed, wrists straining against the black leather cuffs currently wrapped around them. Your eyes traveled from his bound wrists up the silver chain that connected to your headboard, effectively restraining him and preventing him from using his hands. Despite your eyes wandering, you didn’t stop moving your hips, slowly grinding against your boyfriend’s clothed erection.

When Beomgyu had texted you earlier that night to let you know he was going to stop by to visit you after practice, you knew exactly what was going to happen. He’d been acting a little impatient lately, pushing his boundaries with you. It wasn’t like you weren’t receptive to his actions. You’d wanted to sleep with him for a while now but it was his idea to go slow in the first place.

Seeing as he’d never been with anyone sexually before, Beomgyu was hesitant to be intimate with you, feeling as if he couldn’t compare to anyone you’d been with previously. You assured him that your past didn’t matter and that no matter what, you’d make sure that your first time together was special, not just because it would be your first time together but because you wanted him to have a good first experience with sex, a luxury most didn’t get to experience.

Lately, however, he kept putting you through this rollercoaster. Whenever things weren't progressing fast enough for him, he’d push the boundaries he’d set himself forcing you to pull back and remind him that this was his idea in the first place. It always ended with the both of you equally frustrated.

You decided this time you would be prepared and maybe even teach him a little patience.

You’d chosen to wear one of your favorite pieces of lingerie, one you knew would drive him insane; a little black lace and mesh ensemble with matching thong and a pair of black thigh high stockings. Over the delicate material, you’d chosen to wear an oversized sweater to hide the sinful nature. The night had started as it usually did when Beomgyu showed up at your door with a bag of your favorite takeout.

The two of you had settled on your couch, eating noodles, drinking cola, and watching a movie. As if it was routine, after eating, you settled next to him, leaning into his side as your eyes stayed transfixed on the TV screen. As the story progressed, your positions shifted until he was leaning against the armrest of your sofa, you laying on top with your cheek pressed against his chest as one of his hands was placed on the small of your back while the other carefully combed through your hair with his fingers.

You felt his lips press small, soft kisses against your head as he continued to play with your hair. You were sure he was trying to draw your attention from the movie but you weren’t going to give in so easily.

Or so you thought because moments later, you were straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and his tongue in your mouth. It wasn’t long after that you dragged him to your bedroom, pushing him onto your bed to enact your plan.

The look of surprise on his face was one you’d remember for a while as you managed to catch him off guard and lock one of his hands in the restraints you’d installed on your bed frame long before you started dating. With one of his hands restrained, it was much easier to catch his free one and lock it away while he watched you with wide eyes.

The way he pulled against the restraints and whined as you climbed off him and moved to stand at the foot of your bed had heat pooling in the pit of your stomach. The sight of your normally much larger and stronger boyfriend restrained to your bed and completely at your mercy made you feel… powerful. He could do nothing but watch as you slowly removed your sweater, showing off the lingerie you’d worn underneath the thick pink fleece. A complete contrast, much like you.

He’d whimpered as you slowly crawled onto the bed towards him, straddling his lap as your face stopped inches from his. He’d pleaded with you to let him go, to let him touch you. You’d leaned over to your nightstand and pulled open the bottom drawer, pulling out something you’d used a handful of times on yourself and sat back up, enjoying the way Beomgyu’s eyes trailed down to what you held in your hands, eyes moving back up to look at you. He begged you to let him go again but instead you took his chin in your hand and carefully shoved the clean, unused cloth in his mouth, stopping his pleading.

“I’m going to teach you the importance of patience.”

That was almost an hour ago. You’d teased him, touching yourself in front of him while he was forced to watch. He’d spent the better part of 20 minutes trying to break the restraints but ultimately gave in when he realized that it wasn’t some cheap set you’d bought at a sex shop but a work of craftmanship you’d special ordered online through an independent creator.

After edging yourself, and essentially your boyfriend, for some time, you moved, slipping off your panties and straddled his lap again, hands working to undo the ties of his sweatpants. You didn’t remove them however. Instead, you settled on his lap, hands moving up his stomach and stopping at his chest before moving up to remove the gag.

“Please let me touch you,” he whined, his voice hoarse from having the cloth shoved in his mouth for nearly an hour. You leaned away, grabbing the bottle of water on your bedside table and unscrewed the cap. You gently took his chin in your hand and held the bottle to his lips, helping him drink the clear liquid. Replacing the cap, you set the bottle back on the table before returning your attention to him.

“You haven’t earned it,” you replied, moving your hips slowly, the fabric of his pants pressing against your clit, the friction was mouthwatering, the heat radiating off his body making you want more. Your hands cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss, lips moving slowly and deliberately against his.

You pulled back only a fraction of an inch, pressing your forehead against his. “Please,” he begged again. “I promise I’ll be good,” he whimpered, his hips now moving to meet yours. “Hmm,” you hummed, continuing to grind against him, pleasure coursing through your body at the sensation.

“You’ll be good?” You asked in an almost mockingly sweet tone. Beomgyu nodded fervently, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin as he looked up at you through his lashes. “I promise,” he moaned, hips bucking up into you. You rolled your hips, pressing down on him harder and a low moan escaping your lips. “Please, baby. Let me touch you. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise,” he whined, pulling against the cuffs. “Please, please, please,” he moaned.

You continued to grind against him, the wet patch on his sweats growing as your arousal spread across the material. You carded your fingers through his hair, kissing him sweetly as you could feel your orgasm approaching. “Y/N,” he murmured against your lips. “Baby, please.”

You shook your head. “No,” you answered simply. “Just be a good boy and cum for me,” you replied, rolling your hips against him, earning another low moan from him. “I wanna cum inside you,” he whispered but you shook your head again. “No,” you said, smiling against his lips. “You haven’t earned that.” Beomgyu let out a loud moan as he felt his own release approaching.

“I’m gonna—” he groaned and you nodded, forehead pressed against his. “I know,” you replied. “I know baby, let go. Cum for me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, a deep moan falling from his lips as his climax washed over him, coming in his pants as your own orgasm hit you and your hips stilled, coming undone on top of him with a whine.

Neither one of you said anything as you came down from your highs until Beomgyu finally spoke.

“P-please let me go,” he breathed. You nodded, still panting heavily as you moved to release the cuffs from the chains. Had your head been clearer, you would have felt that he was still hard under you. Had your head been clearer, you should have realized that releasing him was the wrong thing to do.

The moment his left hand was released, you felt his fingers close in around your throat, using his body to push you back onto the mattress and pin you under him. “Beom—” you started but he squeezed your throat. “You really think I’m going to let you get away with that shit you just pulled?” He asked, his voice deeper and his tone dark. “Oh no, baby,” he breathed. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

He was much stronger than you were but you weren’t going to give up control that easily. “I thought you were going to be a good boy,” you cooed, looking up at him innocently. “This isn’t what good boys do,” you added softly. Beomgyu groaned, hand releasing your throat as his head dropped, face falling into your chest. “Why do you always have to do that?” He whined.

You smiled sweetly. “Because you fold better than origami,” you joked as you sat up under him, moving a hand up to stroke his hair. Beomgyu looked up at you. “Yah!” He whined, pouting at you. Your lips quirked up into a smile. “What?” You asked, moving to brush the hair on his forehead back. “Are you telling me you didn’t just give in because I gave you goo-goo eyes?” You asked. Beomgyu rolled his eyes, pressing a light kiss to your collar.

“I can’t help it that you’ve wormed your way into my heart and I’m so whipped for you,” he said softly, lips still against your skin. Your lips spread into a wide grin. “Awww baby,” you cooed, taking his face in your hands and squishing his cheeks. “You’re so cute,” you continued to coo at him. He stared at you, unimpressed. “I take it back,” he said, voice muffled from your squishing his cheeks.

He tried to pull away but you wrapped your legs around him, thighs squeezing him. “No!” You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him as he tried to sit upright. He gave in with a laugh, falling forward from your body weighing him down. “You win, I guess,” he said, rolling his eyes but a smirk on his face.

You kissed him quickly before pulling back to look at him. “Like I said,” you replied with a smirk.

“Better than origami.”

[randomfoggytiger]

The X-Files 30th Anniversary

Day 7: 30th Anniversary Extravaganza

Today, I'm thanking The X-Files community for bringing me across a wonderful show-- its amazing cast and writers and fans-- and inspiring me to get back on my own creative hobbyhorse.

My Thanks

Being a part of a collective who want to celebrate this show and others' creative endeavors with heartfelt good wishes has been exciting, fun... and humbling.

My special thanks to the many people who welcomed me with open arms and contribute to this space, even if it's "simply" (but it's never just anything, is it?) answering asks or reblogging or even liking a random post that passed from one blog to another.

There are too many to list, so I'll just chat about my most remembered moments:

@baronessblixen, for being so kind and encouraging that you drew me out of the anon shadows; for liking what I create; for giving me a logical mind to bounce my ideas off of in asks; and for inadvertently teaching me the joy of appreciating animal videos (and convincing me, along with Vavie, to watch Return to Me.)

@dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, for our cherished Duchovny talks; for your heart and your amazingly detailed dedication; for your artbook that I prize dearly; and for your warmth and good humor.

@suitablyaggrieved, for your spectacular and refreshing meta takes; for persevering in your creative works and this fandom; and for sharing the progress pics of your beautiful X-Files themed sweater.

@welsharcher, for being my mini Kermit-loving pool noodle~ (I love brightening your day as much as your messages brighten mine); for your gifs and posts that make my heart soar; and for our shared, priceless sense of humor.

@agent-troi, for being a solidly intelligent third party to the Pre-S1 Mulder Singleton Club; for your hilarious hashtags and great insights; and for your amazing fic output.

@mondfuchs/@annablume, for swapping XF fic recs in my early Tumblr days; and for making my year by drawing my little boopy-tongued tiger in Mulder's arms to celebrate our collective birthday (post here. Still makes me sappy thinking about it~.)

@amplifyme, for returning to Tumblr and giving me a chance to meet you; for sharing your excellent BATB series (in general and Nan Dibble in particular); and for sharing your thoughts as you slowly peel back the psyche of Vincent and the worlds Above and Below.

@demon-fetal-harvest, for being one of the first to die over my Scully Les Miserables amv (it's one of my favorites I love to rewatch; and I think of you every time I do); and for your hilarious reblogs and even more hilarious tags.

@xxsksxxx and @two-microscopes for being the first to reblog and like during a rough time. I'll cherish that moment forever~.

@medicaldoctordana, for being cool and creative and driven; and for hating the mainstream MBTI system as much as I do (and for your philosophy recs-- will get around to them someday.)

@ibringyouasong89, for being my fellow warrior in the trenches. We're new of acquaintance, but I think this will be a beauuuuuuuuuutiful friendship~. ;))))

@writingwell, @enigmaticdrblockhead, and @perpetually-weirdening, @spidey-is-tired, @cyb3rpeach, @scullys-scalpel, @frogsmulder, @teenie-xf, @dreamingofscully, @freckleslikestars, @cecilysass, @slippinmickeys, @gabby-msr, @thatfragilecapricorn30, @television-overload, @pianogirlxf @mollybecameanengineer, and @settle-down-frohike for being mutually supportive and welcoming. The world is both large and small; and I'm glad my path was able to intersect with yours.

And thank you to the silent-but-always-theres who take the time to drop in and give my posts the time of day~: @samucabd, @sonictacocat, @kiivitaja, @freckleslikestars, @nimlurks, @redteekal, @mindibindi, @marinas5099, @chavisory, @sizzlingempathspybat, @enigmaticxbee, @inflappible, @metamayou, @invidiosa, @txcb1013, @dytttt, @borogirl, @agentbluefox, @agentwhalesong, and ALL OF YOU. I can't tag anymore because Tumblr is tapping me out; but I include you-- yes, you-- in this as well.

My Projects

While The X-Files turned 30, my fandom experience turned (a little over) a year old! Wow, time does fly when you're... speed typing out multiple essays worth of fic rec lists, meta analyses, and personality typing posts (or even wrangling a video editor, compressor, and uncooperative Tumblr site to upload an amv.)

My full list of accomplishments can be found here; but these are a few highlights that were standouts to me personally:

My First Fic

randomfoggytiger’s Son of Egypt (Prince of Egypt twist on television-overload's what if: Samantha adopted and raised William.)

Fic Rec Lists

Meet the Mulders

Creepy and Cozy Cabins  

Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing 

Car Wrekt 

S9 Mulder Stays or Returns While the Mytharc Barrels On

Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part I) 

Poll Results Fic: 1st Place- Scully Injured but In-Charge

Poll Results Fic: 2nd Place- Cleaning Out the Vineyard House

Poll Results Fic: 3rd Place-- Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder

The Field Where I Fix-It Fic-ed

Analysis Posts

Arcadia Analysis: Scully Was Enjoying Herself Immensely 

Never Again: An Intensive Essay (and its paired twin: Never Again and Fear)

One Son: An Intense, One-Shot Analysis of “You’re Making This Personal”  

The Mulder Family In-Depth (Part VI): Talitha Cumi and Tena's Lies

S5 Is a Pretty Dark Time for Mulder

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part VII): Mulder, Maggie, Melissa, and the Snake

Mulder Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn? 

Scully Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn?

Mulder and Dreams

Milagro In-Depth (Part II): Loneliness Is a Choice and Lamps Go Dark

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas In-Depth: Full Analysis

Scully Is the Conduit Conductor and Mulder Is the Dancer

How Scully Taught Mulder to Hug

Mulder and Dreams

CSM Inflicted Insanity On the Syndicate

Fire and False Romance, Ice and Love

All IVF Roads Lead Away from The Unnatural and to Millennium 

Jungian Personality Typing Posts

{{Extraction: Proving Mulder Is an INTP, Not an INFJ/INFP}} 

SCULLY, The Enigmatic ISTJ

XF Fanvids/AMVs

Les Miserables AMV: Scully's Solo

The Muppets AMV: Drivin’ Right Along

Fiddler on the Roof AMV: Mulder and Samantha

Bonus Content (Fandom Adjacent)--

React: "Return to Me" from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs

Personality Typing: Return to Me

HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY, XF!

And cheers to all~!

Enjoy!

[paradoxcase]

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

Pash interacting with folks from the House is some of my favorite stuff in this book. I still love Corona's rejoinder of 'Boobs, and hair, AND a hell of a sword hand' to her. :-) As to the Fourth House skull, might it be because what amounts to child soldiers play a somewhat important role in the chapter, and the Fourth was known for child soldiers?

@forgetfulfish:

I feel like the skulls in Nona tie back to the poem at the start of the book. So four is for Fidelity.

All the ones that don't match a character make sense when matched to the poem but maybe I'm reaching

Ok, so:

Chapter 4: Seventh skull (Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies)

This was the chapter where Hot Sauce noticed someone watching the school and the Angel looked hung over. Hot Sauce also asked Nona to look out for people when she walked Noodle, but this wasn't the chapter where she pretends to radio Corona. Honesty also talked about getting his job to steal air conditioners. I'm not seeing it unless it's a reference to the Angel looking tired? Or maybe it's because Nona and the kids had a conversation about whether or not she was beautiful

Chapter 11: Fifth skull (Five for tradition and debts to the dead)

Nona acted out her pool dream with Camilla, Pyrrha told Nona she'd gone to the park (and killed the people in the cages, but Nona doesn't find this out until later) and seen Hot Sauce there, and BOE interrupted breakfast and took them to see We Suffer (which actually happens in the next chapter). Maybe the people who died at the park count as debts to the dead?

Chapter 15: Seventh skull again

The first appearance of the car with the grille, and Hot Sauce told everyone that the broadcast was happening. This was the day that Camilla failed to come get Nona, so she stayed and fell asleep and Hot Sauce told her about her past and Nona told Hot Sauce (presumably) that she was dying. I guess Nona herself is blossoming and dying here

Chapter 18: Eighth skull (Eight for salvation no matter the cost)

This was the chapter where Nona got shot in the head twice and Hot Sauce declared her out of the gang, and Pash killed a bunch of people and all that jazz. Nothing particularly religious seems to be going on here, and I'm not actually sure what "salvation" means in the context of John's necromancy religion, since it doesn't have a concept of someone dying for other people's sins and John doesn't believe there's anything on the other side of the River, so it can't mean getting there. I guess in the more practical sense of "salvation" of the lives of the characters who can still die, they had to take some risks to do that here?

Chapter 26: Fourth skull (Four for fidelity, facing ahead)

When Hot Sauce let Nona back into the gang again, so yeah, fidelity works here. Or child soldiers, although if I were picking a chapter to reference child soldiers, I would probably pick the one where Hot Sauce told Nona her backstory of being a child soldier (which had a Seventh skull)

Just looking at the chapter images and not reading ahead, it looks like all the other skulls are associated with characters who are actually in this book

[wickedsick]

UU Week 2024, Day 5: Favorite Arc

This one was hard.

Ragnarok has good moments, but it removes Fuuko for a really long time.

Unmove has some of my favorite slice-of-life, but like with everything in 101, it feels a bit too fast to be my favorite.

In the end, I came back to Old Reliable- Summer.

Summer arc is probably the most self-contained arc in the series. There's only a few big changes to the roster (Untruth getting moved to Mui, Feng being removed from the board), and it's not dependent on the rest of the series like, say, Spring.

Instead, Summer is about two things. Some of the best fights in the series, and the best mini-cast.

Undead Unluck has a few 'mini-casts'- Team Buroja, Team France, and Team China.

We don't really get to see much of Buroja interacting, and everyone on Team France is on the same side, but China is a bunch of screwed-up people colliding with each other like forks in a garbage disposal and I love it.

Shen was the 'third wheel' for the first two arcs before bowing out in Unrepair and Autumn, but Summer brings him and Mui back into the forefront in a big way. It's his flashback, his mentor, his worldview- and eventually, his death.

Now, back to the best fights in the series. There's two fights this arc, and they're both a 1vEveryone. Feng vs Andy, Shen, Fuuko, and Mui, and Summer vs the above + Top, Chikara, and Tatiana.

The only other real instance of an extended 1vE is Ragnarok, and Sun's just not the same as Feng.

Feng's almost manic energy throughout the fight makes him an utter delight. He figures out how to counter Andy after Autumn, assuring the audience that the Book Boost did not suddenly make Andy more powerful than everyone else- it just expanded his kit.

As the fight continues, we get the biggest death in UU- and Shen's subsequent revival.

I have so much to say about Feng, but let's move on to Summer itself. After Feng is dealt with, we have to take out the big firework dragon- and that's when Top, Tati, and Chikara come in.

Most other UMA are a smaller effort. Even Spring and Sick eventually came down to one-on-one.

Summer is an example of a bunch of people coming together to take down a big boss, and it works.

The eventual destruction of Summer serves double duty- for one, it shows just how well some abilities can stack together, and two, it shows the flaws in Feng's philosophy.

Feng would not have been able to beat Summer. There is literally not a single thing he could've done to beat Phase 2- because he doesn't have the necessary skills.

But then again, Tatiana doesn't have the necessary skills to solo summer either. Nor does Andy or Shen.

But when you combine everyone's abilities, Summer becomes a complete joke. He gets bent around like a pool noodle, frozen before using a single attack, and killed by a blast that, last we saw, didn't even take out Creed or Feng. Feng's philosophy of individual might would have hit a big fat wall even if he did somehow win against everyone.

Summer has something to say, and it says it. It says it in the language of dislocated elbows, and fireworks, and free-falling makeouts, and it says it loud.

[spicyviren]

After reading the case for Viren connecting with the Star Arcanum and him having visions because of it, I made myself a beautiful tinfoil hat.

Humor this giant spaghetti noodle:

This is a vision of Claudia performing Infantis Sanguine.

Viren is initially pulled out of his catatonic state when he sees Claudia wade into the water to retrieve the prison and immediately recalls her walking into a red sea. And this would track with his premonition, but the giant orb in the sky and the approaching wave are missing.

Entertaining the idea that this is indeed a vision of the future and not purely metaphorical elements of Viren's own mind, exactly what is the orb in the sky? An eclipse, a dark star, a black hole?

A full moon?

Vision Claudia drags her legs through the water, which trails red behind her (BLOODUH).

IRL, she's squeezing her blood into black pentapus ink...

...and Terry explicitly remarks on it.

The wave I'm less sure about. Aaravos repeatedly invokes the rising sun as kind of harbinger of Viren's death, so my semi-joking, semi-serious idea is that Claudia finds a loophole by somehow managing to prolong the night or otherwise block out the influence of the sun. So first thought was eclipse which, looking at Viren's nightmare revelation, uh-check!!

AND THEN cursory research confirms that the increased gravitational pull of a sun and moon aligned causes bigger waves called spring tide and I was like, yes very good for me that science is on my side for this magical made up scenario in which the rules are made up and the points don't matter!

SO! Wave is there because SCIENCE says so. But also, eh, kinda looks like sound waves! Like, a nice tableau of Claudia chanting the words of a spell in a pool of her own blood to save her father's life.

An additional element which further convinces me that Viren is having Star Primal-type visions is that child Claudia only skips on one side of Viren's footprints, foreshadowing her losing a leg.

I think the biggest question about Infantis Sanguine is whether or not "the sacrifice" is just some blood or all of the blood, and therefore, whether or not it's something Claudia would be able to do and walk away from using herself as The Sacrifice. Alternatively, she does carry with her a blue flower which begins to fall apart into the water, which if I really wanted to, I could maaaaybe buy as representing Sparklepuff (as sacrifice) or as Viren himself (who is also falling apart and dying lol). Could totally be something else though.

As I'm writing this, I'm realizing I don't know the exact cause of Viren's horror at Infantis Sanguine - if it's simply the prospect of using any part of his children as a spell component, or, more plausibly to me, that he's simply operating under the reasonable assumption that "sacrifice" in this context = death.

Generally, I tend to believe that Aaravos doesn't straight up lie, but I do think he obscures a lot by simple implication and is happy to sit back while people stumble through a maze of their own incorrect interpretation. Things Aaravos never says are, "you must kill the homunculus" and, "one of your children must die so that you can live." The only time Aaravos explicitly talks about death and dying is in relation to Viren himself (and even then, he throws in mysterious stuff about death in tandem with the sun rising).

What he DOES say is this: And I will show you how to use every drop of his living essence to restore your own life...AND your future.

I'll admit that I'm reaching a bit here, but the fact that Aaravos is invoking the future with regard to Sparklepuff's living essence (as opposed to Sparklepuff's magical essence) does kind of hint to me that Sparklepuff wouldn't necessarily die as sacrifice. Which might also explain (what I perceived to be) Aaravos's rather muted response to Viren's refusal at what could essentially be a magical blood transfusion.

Last bit to add - the pentapus and ATLA by extension. This isn't my favorite thing to bring up because a lot of the time I feel like TDP is a bit in ATLA's shadow (but they DO keep making references...) so tossing in a tenuous but relevant nod to a character stealing a literal celestial body from the sky AND a solar eclipse blocking out the power of the sun.

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Movie Night

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, unprotected sex, slight masturbation, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), language, dirty talk. MINORS DNI.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Josh, has an idea for a film. And your the star.

Hi girlies! Welcome to my first post on this blog. We know Josh is a film guy, so I wanted to play off of that. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Bajabule,

-Ken

Will this rain ever stop? You asked yourself as you made your way home from an exhausting day of work. You sighed softly as you came to a red light. You leaned your head back on the headrest and closed your eyes.

The memories of your day projected in the darkness of your closed eyes, replaying all the stressful moments.  The office wasn't always so bad, but your boss, Rick, had a stick up his ass all day, and had you do all the grunt work. A honk from the car behind you released you from your pity party. You hit the gas and continued your short drive home.

As you pulled into the driveway, you dreaded walking to the door in the rain. You had left your umbrella at home in your rush to leave that morning. Thankfully, your parking situation at work included a parking garage with an enclosed walkway to the building. You didn't have that luxury here.

You gathered your things and prepared to make the run to the house, but before you opened the car door, you noticed Josh walking towards you with your umbrella opened up over his head. You let out a soft laugh as he came to the door and flashed you his award-winning smile through the window. You smiled back and pulled the handle of the door.

"My hero!" you exclaimed as he held his free hand out to you, lifting you out of the car.

"I saw your umbrella when I came home and figured you'd need some assistance. We don't want to ruin that beautiful hair you work so hard on." He winked and twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

You nudged him softly in his side as you both made your way to the front door. He hummed in amusement. He opened the door and stretched his arm out towards the opening.

"M'lady."

You giggled, stepping inside. "Thank you, sir."

As you slipped your shoes off by the door, you raised your head and took a deep breath. "Mmm. Something smells good."

Josh was shaking the rain off the umbrella before putting it in the holder. "I hope you like it. Just a little something. Steak, asparagus, mashed potatoes, and a side of noodles." He closed the door and stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.  "Oh, and I got your favorite  blackberry sorbet for dessert."

"Hmm. Something simple." Your voice was laced with sarcasm. You let your eyes wander across his face. You always felt so relaxed and safe looking in his eyes; they were like deep pools of melted chocolate.  Protected by his long, beautiful lashes that you were always envious of. Your eyes drifted lower to his perfect mouth. His lips so plush and glossy from him licking them. Hiding behind them was his 1000-watt smile with a tiny gap in his front teeth that always gave you butterflies.

"I'm glad I'm home," you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubbed small circles on the small of your back as he tilted his head towards yours, resting it gently.

"Me too, love." He whispered so softly you almost missed it. You could have stayed just like that with him for the rest of the night. But you felt your stomach give a little rumble, reminding you that the yogurt you had for lunch was not there anymore.

"Is the food done? I'm starved." You lifted your head to look back up at him, giving a small smile. He huffed a laugh from his nose.

"Why don't you go get into something a little more comfortable, and I'll finish up in the kitchen." He pressed his lips to your forehead and sent you on your way with a little smack on your ass as you headed to the bedroom, giggling wildly.

........

"Dinner was fantastic, babe," You said as you ran your fingers through his loose curls. Yoy both were laying on the couch, Josh laying between your legs so his head rested on your chest. He aimlessly flipped through the TV channels looking for something, but didn’t know what.

"It really was, wasn't it?" he hummed as he closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the attention you were giving him. He sighed as he opened his eyes again, returning to his channel surfing. He huffed, disappointed there was nothing worth watching.

"Modern TV is depressing." He sat up and turned to face you. He snaked his hands around your waist and pulled you into his lap. He buried his face into your neck and whimpered. You fought the laugh from escaping your lips.

"What's the matter, darling?" you asked, feeling a shiver wash over you as his warm breath tickled your neck. You slipped your hands around his neck, pressing your chest flush with his. He lifted his head to look at you, his nose just barely brushing yours.

"I could make a great movie. With substance. With passion." His eyes shimmered with longing. You felt the pull of a frown at the corners of your lips. It always hurt you that Josh gave up his dream to start a band with his brothers. You knew he loved being the front man of the group, but you also knew he was just a little heartbroken about putting his dreams on hold.

"I know you could. And I know you will someday." You closed the distance and connected your mouth to his. He put his hands to your cheeks and pulled away so he could talk.

"I love you. You know that?" His lips softly brushed yours as he spoke. You felt your cheeks start to burn crimson beneath his hands. You nodded in acknowledgment.

"I love you too, Josh." A small smirk pulled at his lips. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip as he bit his. His eyes met yours again as he pulled you in for another kiss; this one a little more firey. He slipped his tongue over your lips, asking for entry. You parted them as permission, and let his tongue find yours. He tasted like strawberry soda and weed from the joint you two had smoked after dinner.

He let a hand wonder down your neck and found your breasts. He palmed them over your shirt and moaned softly against your lips. The noise he made had your clit throbbing. You moved your hips slowly over his growing erection forming in his pants. His hands found your hips and his fingers dug in firmly. He guided you as you moved against him, lips and tongues still exploring each other. His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. You pulled away long enough to let him remove it and toss it carelessly on the floor.

His lips hungrily found your exposed clavicle, nipping and sucking. You leaned your head back, biting your lip as you took in the sensation. He worked his way to your breasts, giving each nipple a suck. You moaned as your eyes rolled back slightly.

"Fuck Josh...that feels amazing." You couldn't see his it, but you knew a proud smile was beaming on his face. He gently laid you back so your head was on the arm rest, and you were off his lap. He marked a trail from your sternum to your navel with his tongue, making you shiver as goosebumps rose to the surface. Your body was screaming, your clit aching. You needed him. You sat up to turn the attention on him, but you were met with his hands grabbing your wrists, forcing you back down. As he held your hands above your head, you gasped at the quickness of it.

He met your eyes with a devious smirk. "You're going to stay right there, mama. Until I tell you to move."

You swallowed hard, a protest forming on your lips. He arched his brow in warning. You swallowed your complaints and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting softly. You moaned and bucked your hips towards him. He sat back up, laughing.

"Calm down, baby. You'll get what you need. Don't I always take care of my girl?" He didn't wait for you to answer. He released your wrists, but you didn't dare move. He noticed and gave an approving smile. "That's my girl. Such a good listener." His fingers hooked on your shorts and started to pull them off. You lifted up so he could remove them. He threw them with your shirt, and sat back looking at you silently. You squirmed, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze.

"What?" you asked meekly, looking at anything but him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, drinking you in. You could see his brain working as he contemplated something. He looked to the TV and then his eyes met yours. He looked nervous.

He cleared his throat. "So... remember when I said I could make a great movie?"

You nodded, not seeing how that conversation applied to you being naked and vulnerable on the couch.

"Well....what if I made one now?"

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you tried to understand what he meant. "What do you mean?"

"Like, what if we made a sex tape?" His eyes were focused on his hands as he asked. He peeked up at you through his lashes, anxiously waiting on your response. You felt shocked. But it made sense for him to want to do this. You bounced it around for a few minutes, chewing on your lip. He let out a breath, like he had been holding it. You sat up to meet him and smiled. "Okay."

His eyes lit up as he leaned in to kiss you. He pulled away and quickly jumped off the couch. "Josh?" You called in a stern voice. He looked at you with raised brows. You could see the disappointment on his face, thinking you had changed your mind. "This is just for us," you finished, a soft smile on your lips. He let out a laugh.

"Of course, mama. This is all for us." He winked as he disappeared around the corner. He appeared a few minutes later with his camera and tripod. You watched in amusement as he set everything up. You could see how excited he was, looking through the view finder then moving the tripod a few inches back. Making sure he had the best angle. He rubbed his hands together, pushing the red button on top of the camera. "Alright. We are rolling." He walked back to the couch and reclaimed his spot.

He leaned into you and found your lips again. You tugged at his shirt, signaling you wanted it gone. He obliged, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it into the pile forming on the floor. You bit your lip as your eyes scanned his torso. You were hungry for him. You gently grabbed the back if his neck as you leaned back, pulling him on top of you. He placed his hands on both sides of you, holding himself up over you.

He leaned in and planted soft kisses down your neck. He lifted a hand and ran it down your body, eventually snaking it between you to find your heat. He slipped his middle finger through your folds with ease. "You're so wet for me,” he breathed in your ear. You let out a small whimper as your fingers dug into the skin of his bare back. He moaned against your neck, letting his finger tease your opening. He lifted his head to look at you. "Does my pretty girl want to feel my fingers inside her wet pussy?" You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Yes. Please Josh."

He smiled and licked your bottom lip before plunging his finger inside you. Your hips lifted from the couch. After he pumped a few times, he added a second finger. You could feel yourself clenching around him. He sat up, his fingers still inside you. "Sit up." He demanded, softness surrounded the edges of his words. You did as you were told. He removed his fingers once your feet were touching the floor.

He opened his mouth as he brought his fingers to it. You could see the wetness on them as his tongue wrapped around them before putting them in his mouth. He moaned, removing them with a pop. "You taste like candy." Your eyes never left his mouth as he licked his lips. Your breathing was heavy, and you could feel your heartbeat between your legs. You squeezed them together to try to soothe the throbbing.

He moved from the couch, getting on his knees in front of you. He rubbed your thighs. "Open for me, baby." You spread your legs for him. He hummed as he glanced at your warm center, flicking his eyes up to you. "So pretty." He kissed the inside of your thighs, switching from side to side. He moved forward and you felt his nose graze your clit. You jumped at the contact. He lifted his head and smiled. "Just remember to smile at the camera, princess."

You glanced up at the camera, a flashing red light blinking slowly, letting you know it was capturing the sinful things going on. You felt butterflies at the thought. Josh brought you back to the present by running his warm tongue up your slit, and flicking your clit before wrapping his lips around it. You whimpered as you threaded your fingers through his curls, tugging gently. He moaned, vibrating your clit. He looked up at you through his lashes as he ran his tongue on the underside of your clit. His finger was resting at your entrance begging for entry.

You let out loud moans as you felt the heat of the fire starting to burn in your chest. He slipped his finger inside you and started pumping it in and out of you, never neglecting your swollen bundle of nerves. You tried to keep your eyes open so you could watch him work, but when he added his second finger, the fire in your chest spread to the rest of your body. "J-Josh....I'm gonna....cum." He removed his mouth, replacing it with the thumb of his free hand.

"Yeah mama. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers. I want to feel it."

His encouragement was enough to send you over the edge. You screamed curses and his name as your body exploded. His mouth was on you again as his fingers helped ease you down. He lapped you up, not wanting to miss a drop, and slowly removed his fingers. He sat up and leaned into you. When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips.

"That was incredibly sexy." He peppered kisses down your neck. "Can I fuck you?" he softly asked, sex coating his words. You legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled his face up to yours. You kissed him deeply and sighed into him. Pulling away, you stoked his cheek with your thumb.

"Please" was all you whispered. A low growl escaped him as he stood up and swung your legs so you were laying. He quickly pulled his sweatpants and boxers to his ankles, freeing his now hard cock.

You watched as a stand of spit fell from his mouth and landed perfectly on the head of his cock. Fuck. You couldn't help but to sneak a hand down to your wetness and glide a finger over your clit. You watched him run his hand up and down his shaft a few times before he stopped completely.

"OH!" He turned on his heel and headed for the camera. You sat up to try and see what he was up to.

After a few moments, he turned around with the camera hanging from a strap around his neck. You started at him quizzically, not understanding. He smiled as he strode back to you. "I want to get the money shots." You giggled as he climbed between your legs. He held the camera in one hand while he lined his cock up with your entrance with the other.

"Are you ready, my little movie star?" he said from behind the camera. You looked at him through the lens and nodded, a smirk on your face. He aimed the camera down to the action, and slowly entered you. You moaned, letting him know he could go deeper. He wasted no time and filled you to the brim. You both let out little cries as he started pumping in and out of you gently. You leaned your head back into the arm rest and closed your eyes.

He quickened his pace, grunting on every in thrust. You opened your eyes to find his watching you. His brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted.

"You look so fucking sexy fucking me," you said, your hands reaching to run over his chest, a light sheen of sweat forming on it. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw at your words. His arm reached out and hooked under your leg, pulling it up to rest on his shoulder while moving his hand to rest on your hip for support.

The camera in his other hand was bouncing wildly but still capturing the delicious sight of his cock thrusting inside of you, glistening with your juices every time he pulled out. He dug his fingers into your hip and moaned. "Fuck, mama. I'm so close."

You could feel that same fire from before starting to reignite. You watched his face. He was trying to hold back so you could finish first. He was breathing quickly, his chest rising and falling fast. He pulled his free hand from you and rested his thumb back on your clit, rubbing soft circles. You screamed his name as he pounded into you, the veins in his arms becoming visible. You felt the build up coming to a head. "Look at me." you gasped. He opened his eyes and they found yours. He was whimpering and whispering your name. The begging in his eyes was like gasoline. You felt your body catch fire as you came for the second time.

He was right behind you. Your cunt tightening around him sent him over. He thrusted hard into you. You felt his warmness explode in you, the sensation adding to your climax. As you both came down from your high, he focused the camera on your cunt. He slowly pulled his cock out of you, letting his mess spill out. "Mm. Fuck. Thats so hot." He scanned it up your body, resting it at your breasts for a moment, then stopping on your face. Your cheeks rosy with lust, you gave a shy, exhausted smile. "And that's a wrap." He pushed the red button to stop the recording.

He leaned over to set the camera on the coffee table, then leaned down to give you a small peck. "I'll be right back, doll." He came back shortly with a warm rag and cleaned you up. He grabbed your shirt and helped you slip it over your head. After he put his sweatpants on, he sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and sighed contently. He kissed the top of your head. "I think that could win an Emmy." You could hear his smile. You laughed and slapped his leg gently. He chuckled and kissed your head again. "I can't wait to watch that with you and without you. You're my personal porn star."

You sat up and rolled your eyes at him. He kissed your nose then stood up. "You relax, I'll make us some popcorn, and you can pick out any of these movies. I'll suffer for you." He smiled and turned towards the kitchen. You covered up with the blanket laying on the back of the couch. You grabbed the remote and started flipping though the channels. Oh. Napoleon Dynamite. You thought to yourself with a smile. Josh's favorite movie. You heard the muffled sounds of popcorn popping as you sat back and pressed play. You loved movie nights.

[peachesofteal]

“Noodles.” He sounds unimpressed but you can tell that somewhere in there, is veiled curiosity.

“Yeah. Like soup. It’s delicious.” You assure him. He never eats with you, choosing to observe you and your eating habits from a distance as you bite and chew your hunger away. At first, it weirded you out, the way he watched you eat. Now, it’s just become a part of your life with him. You grab a bottle of siracha and squeeze an ungodly amount into your bowl, using chopsticks to fold the noodles through the broth and stirring the spicy condiment thoroughly. “Would you like to try? I promise, it’s good.” you hold a bite up over the bowl to make sure it doesn’t drip. He shakes his head no and you slurp them into your mouth with a shrug. He seriously doesn’t like noodles? You shift your weight on the stool. “Do you eat at all?” 

“I have no need for mortal sustenance, however that does not mean I’ve not eaten.” 

“Okay. So like, what’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten? A favorite food?” some broth dribbles down your chin and you hastily wipe it away. His lips twist into their signature crescent moon smirk before he’s standing over you, wrapping his long fingers around your hand holding the chopsticks. Your bowl of ramen is suddenly way less interesting as he leans you backwards, one hand cradling your hip. His thumb strokes barely-there circles on the inside of your thigh and saliva pools in your mouth. Goosebumps erupt across your skin while your heart slams inside your chest, the need to pull him close to you and press your mouth to his thrumming in your blood. You feel the cool point of his nose skimming up your jaw, his breath sweet as his lips finds your ear. 

“You are the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” 

[volivolition]

25 Emoji Asks

🧭 How would you describe yourself, using only the pictures you already have saved to your device? 🍱 If you made a hypothetical to-do list, about how many tasks would there be listed for you right now? 🏹 If you were asked to infodump about something, what topic would you talk about? 🕊️ What's a piece of art that is meaningful or left a lasting impression on you? 🪶 What's the prettiest/coolest sounding word you know? 🔭 Do you have a favorite constellation? 📜 What's the first memory you think of when you think of the word [asker fill in the blank]? 🪡 What's a skill you have that you're really proud of? ☔ Tell about a small, good thing that's happened today or recently? 🌺 If someone handed you a bouquet of flowers, what flowers would you most appreciate getting? ☄️ Do you have a favorite stuffed animal? 💓 What fictional character would you most like a hug from, and would it be a comfortable hug? 💫 Choose one of the following objects to have: Mini bubble wand, sparkly d20 with a flower inside, small ceramic sleeping kitty, tiny jar of pastel paper stars, pull-back racecar toy, clicky frog-themed glitter pen, starry connected collar pins. 💥 If you had to battle the person asking this, what weapons would you both use? (ex: swords, pool noodles, nerf guns, rap) 🍂 What's your favorite curse word? 🌻 If you could have any food in the world right now, what would you want to have? 🌫️ Share a secret/confession, but replace each letter with an asterisk (ex: * **** ***.) 🪟 Is there a time you remember feeling comfortable or at home? 👥 What's a trait that you share with one of your blorbos? 🩹 Have you had any injuries with a funny or amusing story behind them? 🎇 What's a song that makes you feel confident, cool, or happy? 🍵 Do you have a night or bedtime routine? 🕯️ What is your strongest sense? (sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch) 💨 What's your preferred method of transportation? (ex: walking, rollerskating, train) 🌐 What's your favorite and least favorite chore?

[princessozera]

"Would you mind being a nude model for me?" (Mammon)

No smut or other shenanigans! MC is just a very tired art student who needs some anatomy practice.

>Implied relationship

Word Count: 709

GN MC (They/Them, 3rd ppov)

Mammon is quick to accept and also agrees to the time that MC chooses for them to meet up in his room. However, the anxiety sets in as soon as MC walks away to their own room for the night. 

He’s a famous model! He’s been posing nude for longer than MC’s been alive, so really there shouldn’t be any reason for him to be nervous. This is Mammon’s area of expertise, companies pay him millions for the honor of using his image. This image wasn’t even going to be seen by anyone other than him and MC. 

Yet, in the week leading up to the modeling session, Mammon began tagging along to Beel’s nightly workout and holding himself to standards even stricter than the ones given to him by the modeling agency. There were no snack runs or midnight rendezvous for some hell’s noodles. He didn’t even steal one of Asmo’s cupcakes, and ignored everyone’s complaints about him only offering protein and variety salads on his cooking day. 

When MC shows up at Mammon’s door on saturday, they immediately notice the pull of his muscles and how prominent his veins were, despite being relaxed. They drop their sketchbook on the pool table and walk out, only to come back a few minutes later with a backpack full of snacks and arms full of water bottles. Ignoring every complaint about his endurance and “industry standards”, MC refused to even pick up their pencil until Mammon drank a full water bottle and ate a cup of his favorite ramen noodles. Once he’s properly hydrated, they talk about what kind of pose he should take, MC ‘conveniently’ being turned around as Mammon strips down.

Mammon takes his bedsheets and loosely drapes them around himself, in a crude mimic of his angel form. He poses across from one of the spotlights hanging over his bed, hoping the light could give a cool halo effect. While MC was looking away again, he also made sure to stick his butt out a little bit, to make it look good. 

For all of his years working as a fashionmodel, it didn’t do much to prepare him to be an art model. Mammon is soon thankful he chose a spot near the pool table so he could lean back on it, but no matter how hard MC tries to distract him, it isn’t long before Mammon starts tapping his foot or trying to fix his hair. He wasn’t sure if it was nerves, or having been explicitly told not to move, but he was fighting the urge to get any kind of movement. Swaying, finger tapping, foot wiggling, fidgeting, flexing. Anything he can get away with. So MC comes up with a compromise- they finish his face first, so he’s free to talk and laugh as much as he wants. He takes full advantage of this by also trying to get MC to laugh, making funny faces and impressions of his brothers every time they looked up at him. 

He wins, after the first laugh MC's seriousness starts tk crack and they find it harder to focus, sketchbook half forgotten in their hands. It comes to the point that MC has to whip out their phone  and snap a few quick photos before they both double over in laughter, all focus broken. Since they’ve already distracted, they take this time to have a proper break. Mammon takes MC’s sketchbook and uses a few empty pages to doodle nonsense while MC stretches their hands and eats something. 

The afternoon’s plans are tossed aside- as much as Mammon loves MC’s undivided attention, he can’t keep still. With his endless charisma, he distracts MC from ever starting the drawing again, and they instead decide to go out on an impromptu date to Madame Scream’s before heading over to an arcade. Although the sketch remained unfinished, MC hadn’t forgotten about it. And after a rough day at work and fighting with Lucifer again, Mammon would find it slipped under his door. Completed and making him look better than any camera ever has, with words of comfort and love scribbled on the back, the drawing would cause MC to be hunted down by a teary eyed demon, demanding a hug.

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((Lucifer)) ((Levi))