#gah i now this is my blog and all

[chierry]

damn depression is actually like. kicking my ass pretty hard

[dailyjevil]

hello!! hope you're having a good day :D

since you're doing the pride flag challenge, I hope you don't mind me requesting the lithromantic/sexual flag!

left is lithsexual and the right is lithromantic, idm which one you pick :]

(it means to feel romantic and/or sexual attraction to someone but doesn't want the feeling reciprocated or stops once it is :>)

Day 297 of posting Jevil every day

[jellybean-tv]

Okay, so APPARENTLY the world's LIGHTEST, SOFTEST, SLOWEST, and BARELY PERCEIVABLE touches get me??

Too fast? Won't work as well. Not almost a phantom touch? Won't work as well.

Jeez, I can't IMAGINE what it'd be like to have a partner with the coordination to work more than one extra soft t-word tool at a time, pffft. Two makes his hands get confused, fjdjdj.

If I somehow ended up in a space where a group of friends or something all got their hands on like, those little fluffy fake grass pieces or something and decided to all go after me at once? I dunno... I think I might end up on the floor. QuQ'''''''

[ramp-it-up]

Worth the Fall

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and knocked him on his face. Despite the fact you have questions about Bucky and your parents’ conversation at Thanksgiving, you’re hitting your groove as a couple, but there is no time for alone time.

Word count: 3.4 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This part of the story is getting everything caught up to a month ago, lmao. Thank you for continuing to rock with this story. And let me know if you like it (I hope you do!)

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both You've Got Me Thinking and the Steve Rogers fic Peach III.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Initial angst, Steve and Peach, Bucky’s anxiety. No time for nookie! Flirting Intimations of sexting and phone sex. Praise kink, fluffy Bucky, horny Bucky, dom Bucky. F@cking versus making love, wall time, sex with clothes on, raw p in v, creampie, after care, intimations of oral (f receiving!) dirty talk, Bucky applies for a second job. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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————

You walked along the sand and inhaled the ocean air.

You were shaken to the core. 

Bucky Barnes had surely just taken your parents out to ask for your hand in marriage. But it was so soon, how could he be so sure?

Also, you were an independent woman. How dare he talk to your parents before he asked you to marry him!

He wasn’t your feudal lord.

You were scared witless and turned to the waves to try and calm down. 

“He loves the hell out of you, you know.”

Steve had fallen in beside you as you stared at the ocean. You looked up at him, trying to smile, but failing. To Steve you looked terrified.

“It’s just so….”

Steve smiled to himself, remembering that Bucky had purchased the ring weeks before, after just a few days of knowing you. But that wasn’t his story to tell.

“Just know that I’ve never seen him like this. And I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s never been so open, so determined with a woman before. You make him a better man. It’s truly amazing.”

Steve looked so earnest. Your cousin had done quite a number on him.

“You don’t have to be scared. You are ‘The One’ for him.”

This time you managed a smile and an arched eyebrow. You had a feeling that he wasn’t just talking about his best friend.

Steve chuckled.

“Gah. Don’t look at me like that. You and Peach and that eyebrow.”

You laughed at that and grinned, more relaxed now.

Steve looked off into the waves himself.

“So fucking cute…”

He looked down and kicked a rock, a small smile on his face. You could tell he had it bad.

“Thanks for the pep talk Steve-o. And I get what you’re saying. I love Bucky Barnes with all my might, making every other relationship I’ve ever had seem… trivial.”

You glanced at Steve, who was nodding at your sentiment.

“I’m just spooked at the possibilities. I mean…this seems…like a lot.”

“I know. Bucky gets intense.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Understatement of the year. And you’re a lot like your friend.”

Steve looked at you, one eye closed from the sunlight in his eyes. He didn’t have any sunglasses and the sun highlighted his windswept hair and the planes of his handsome face. You were squinting at him and you could totally see why Peach let him touch her goodies. 

Steve was kinda hot.

You sighed.

“Listen. I’ll be alright. Bucky and I just need to chat.”

Steve smirked.

“Chat. Is that what the kids call it now?”

You laughed and swatted him on the arm as you continued walking again.

“Fuck you, Steve. But for real. Thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it. And I love you for it. I just wish my cousin could see this side of you.”

Steve scoffed.

“Fucked that up good, didn’t I?”

“Not gonna lie, she’s kinda blinded by rage right now. But don’t give up on her. She’ll come around.”

Steve looked at you skeptically and you shrugged.

“80– 75% chance she’ll come around.”

You both laughed.

“Just remember what I said yesterday. She’s a tough nut, but she has a huge heart behind that wall. She is determined about the success of that dance school and she is competitive as fuck. You know what to do.”

Steve grinned. 

“Yes ma’am, I do.”

—-

You and Steve re-entered the kitchen laughing, you holding on to his arm. 

Peach was at the table drinking coffee and dedicated to ignoring Steve.

“Thanks again for the pep talk Steve. I appreciate it.”

You gave him a long hug and when you separated, you saw Peach’s eyebrow cocked in what you could only imagine was the way Steve described. You stifled a giggle and leaned up on your tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

“You better stop before Bucky comes back and chops me in the throat.”

Peach humphed, and you knew exactly what she was thinking.

You laughed at Steve as he headed toward the stairs, ignoring Peach right back.

“I’m gonna go get my running shoes. A turn down the beach will help me get some of this tension out.”

You watched Peach as she watched Steve roll his neck and stretch on his way out of the room, her coffee stalled in mid air. Her head was on a swivel as he walked out of the room, checking out his formidable ass. She sighed and then remembered that you were there.

You looked at her and she looked at you.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I didn’t say a word, cousin. Yet. But we will talk later. Any coffee left?”

—-

The week ended up smoother than when Bucky and Steve arrived, and before you and he and Steve left on the jet back to New York, Bucky surprised everyone with an invitation to Vermont for Christmas. 

Your heart did a funny little thing because why would he invite your entire family on an all expense holiday vacation from Christmas Eve to New Years unless he was going to…

You couldn’t dwell on what ifs, and you didn’t want to spook yourself. You just decided to appreciate the moment.

It was funny watching your cousin’s face and the corresponding look on Steve’s. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be stressful at all.

Perhaps there would be entertainment.

—---

Later, back in Brooklyn, there was a whirlwind of activity as the Rebirth Foundation geared up for the annual summit and gala. 

During the second week in December, Rebirth Endowment recipients (which included your cousin this year!) flew in, were oriented and toured around New York City. The two culminating events were the summit, held at NYU, where there was an art lecture series, a panel, and the gala. 

Steve usually participated in the summit by himself, with Sam or Natasha sometimes joining him on stage along with the city’s movers and shakers in the art scene.

But this year Bucky was participating.

He said he wanted to be more prominent in the Art community moving forward as a path toward legitimacy, and you knew that tangentially, that had something to do with you.

When you got back from Thanksgiving, there was a week to prepare for the activities. Your Arts and Culture Alliance in Brownsville, as a part of Rebirth through the Howard Benson exhibit, was a stop on the tour, and you had a ton of work to do. 

Bucky and his three partners obviously had their own long list of to dos, but he also needed to be there for Steve, who was a wreck at the thought of Peach coming into town. 

Steve was so far gone.

But James Buchanan Barnes.

You’d never seen Bucky Barnes shook. 

Sure, you’d seen him excited, impatient, horny, angry, and a little irritated, but never truly nervous.

And you shouldn’t have thought it, but it was adorable. 

Friday night, you met your cousin at the airport and witnessed the beginning of her downfall. The cocktail reception later at the hotel had her, and by proxy your own, head spinning. 

You grinned at the way Steve was handling everything. 

Bucky was beautiful and you admired him as he toasted the guests, his beautiful tenor a nice contrast from Steve’s baritone as they both gave their salutations. Only you knew how anxious he was to speak in front of people and for everything to go well. You felt privileged.

You realized that James Buchanan Barnes was a good man who just wanted to be better for you and for his community.

And suddenly you were not afraid of a future with him.

—-

During this time, you two shared brief cuddles and quick kisses, furtive touches and brief bouts of handholding when you saw each other at events. The mornings meant salacious pictures and quick phone sex to take the edge off, but you weren’t able to luxuriate in each other as you usually did.

You missed Bucky’s full attention, but the fact that you were working together on something worthwhile was the shit. You loved this man and you wanted to work beside him as an equal, not just be his sex toy.

This was the week that you fell completely in love with Bucky Barnes.

Thursday was the day of the Rebirth Art Summit and Bucky was pacing up and down his home office, reading glasses switching locations from perched on top of his head, to his delectable mouth, to his handsome face as he reviewed his notes.

You looked up from the ones in your hands with which you were quizzing him and smiled at him.

“Jamie, it’s going to be okay.”

He stopped to look at you, a faint smile on his face. He came over and pecked you on the lips and gave you a hug.

“‘M so glad you are here tonight, even though you tried to stay away.”

You sighed into his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling his Bucky smell.

“I wasn’t trying to avoid you, I was just giving you space. I know tomorrow is important to you and I don’t want to distract—”

“Frumoasă. You don’t distract from anything. If anything, you add to my life. You add so, so much. I love you. And I miss you. I want you here with me tonight.”

You melted into him, chuckled and shook your head as he held you. This feeling was crazy.

“What?”

You heard his voice in his chest, but he didn’t move, except to sway just a little, as if soothing you. It worked.

“I love you too, Bucky. And I miss you too. So much. It’s wild to feel so much in such a short amount of time.”

You and Bucky had only been together about three months, but you knew this was it.

“When you know, you know, my love. And we shouldn’t waste any more time.”

You hugged him tighter. What was understood didn’t need to be said.

He kissed the top of your head and then moved back so he could see into your eyes.

“And having you in my space while I get ready for an important event is everything.”

You looked him in the eye, thinking of sucking his dick for being such a dream.

“Bucky…”

Bucky took your hand and raised it to his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that, Frumoasă. I will be forced to fuck you all night long, something that is long overdue.”

He kissed your forehead.

“But there is much work to do.”

You cast your eyes down and whispered, “You’re right.”

Bucky took you in, looking so demure and being so patient with him. It was such a turn on.

“Such a Good Girl for me.”

You wanted to fall to your knees, but you just bit your lip and went to sit back down, crossing your legs as you began quizzing him again. 

Soon, you told your pulsing pussy. Soon.

You worked late into the night and soon dozed on the leather couch in his study. The next morning, you woke in Bucky’s bed with a sweet note on your pillow. You smiled and knew that he’d carried you to bed and held you all night long.

—--

“You look like that damn heart eyes emoji, ya know.”

You sucked your teeth at your cousin’s comment, but you didn’t pull your gaze away from Bucky up on the dias the next day at NYU. 

You were proud and in awe of your man. Your smirk turned into a grin as he glanced at you and started to speak.

You were down bad. And Bucky was too. After almost two weeks with little to no physicality, your energy was at supernova strength and about to cause a black hole in the universe.

That’s how intense this thing was. 

You were wet and hard and soft in all the right places.

Bucky had to pause frequently for the interpreter, and it gave you a chance to make googly eyes at each other. You ignored Peach’s subtle retching noises as you concentrated on Bucky. But you cut your eyes over to her while Steve spoke and found her visibly eye fucking him. You smirked when she noticed you noticing.

“Bucky is pretty much the man.”

She was trying to distract you. You laughed.

“Fucking-A.” 

You nodded up at the stage.

“Steve is the shit too.”

You were shocked as hell when she responded.

“He’s amazing. I had no idea everything that he does. Have to say, I’m impressed.”

You elected not to tease her about her response. It seemed as if Steve was working the plan.

You resumed watched as Bucky did his thing. He was glowing, handsome and impressive as hell. No one would believe he was as introverted as he was. But he was flourishing in the spotlight, seemingly born for his. He exuded confidence. 

It was such a turn on.

—-

Bucky watched you watching him and talking to your cousin and knew your tells. You were probably wet and ready for him. He briefly thought of what he was going to do to you later before he refocused on the task at hand. Knowing you were there for him was such motivation.

When he made his way back over to you, you were an angel, giving him a huge hug and exclaiming, “You were so fucking good up there, Jamie! I’m so proud of you.”

Bucky felt his heart explode and although someone was pulling him away from you, he mouthed a promise in your direction.

—-

“Later...”

You definitely read those sexy lips and your heart started racing. You looked around for your cousin, expecting to be roasted, but she was nowhere to be found. You shrugged and made your way to the subway, assuming that she was gathering with the other recipients. There was more work to do in Brownsville and you were busy anticipating the night.

You waited all day for Bucky’s text to tell you what time Nico was picking you up, but it never came. The rest of the day flew by and by the time you were walking home, daydreaming of dressing up for the gala tomorrow night and what Bucky might wear, you happened to check your phone and saw messages he’d sent just 10 minutes before:

You looked so good today. Especially this morning. Good enough to eat.

I’ll be at your place in 30. Wear that bra, no top, that skirt, no panties, and those heels.

You blushed and thought of the mirror selfie of the cream lace lingerie set you were wearing underneath your cream colored cowl neck sweater and grey wool pencil skirt that matched your grey wool coat.

Yes, Daddy, you replied and picked up the pace to make it to your brownstone ahead of him, your heart beating a mile a minute.

You thought you were prepared when you opened the door after Bucky knocked, but you weren’t.

In fact, you were shaking with anticipation.

There he was, bundled up from the cold, but those blue eyes sparkling down at you.

Bucky stared at you for a beat, and then walked toward you, taking your face in his hands and backing you up against the entryway wall, kicking the door closed behind him.

“My Frumoasă. So good. So perfect”

And then he leaned down and kissed you.

—-

Bucky had the strangest thought as you opened your door.

I’m home.

Although this was not his place, he realized that you were his home and that he couldn’t wait to make you his wife. His eyes swept down your form, pleased that you had followed instructions. You were such a badass, capable woman and partner and he just had to be inside you soon. 

He complimented you and his cock stiffened as your mouth parted in desire. He knew your praise kink very well. Bucky cradled your beautiful face and moved inside to kiss you.

His demanding mouth parted your trembling lips, sending tremors through your body. You clung to the lapels of his coat to tether you to earth as his tongue invaded your mouth. You suckled it, previewing what you wanted to do with his cock later. 

He pulled away, his bright blue eyes blazing, and his jaw clenched so tight as he shrugged out of his winter coat. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d think he was angry, but the look was desire. 

And only for you. You grew warm from the inside out.

“I can’t wait. Wanna make love to you, but I have to fuck you now.”

Bucky bent his knees and grabbed your thighs, prompting you to wrap your legs around him and hold on to him as he walked you over to your couch.

You attacked his face as you were sat down firmly on the bulge in his pants and Bucky accepted your assault, chuckling as you kissed him from his hairline, to his forehead, down his nose, each cheek, skipping over his lips to his stubbly dimpled chin and finally back to that mouth. When he kissed you again, his hands were everywhere, starting at the nape of your hair, pulling so your neck was exposed as his mouth moved down to mark you up, then trailing down to your fine lace bra cups.

Bucky palmed your full breasts, weighing them in his hands and watching your face as he twisted your nipples. You nipples tightened under his touch and you arched your back, moving and giving him a view of what was underneath your skirt. He admired your ardor, you squirming and moaning on his lap.

It was his dream come true.

“So fucking hot, Frumoasa. I’ve been craving you. All day. All week. Ever since Thanksgiving. Since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Bucky…need you.”

You grasped the lapels of his jacket as his hand traveled down your torso and as he leaned down to travel under the hem of your skirt. Your soft fingers peeled his jacket away and unbuttoned his shirt. You opened it and ran your hands down his chest, rubbing his nipples with your thumb and trailed your hand down to his happy trail and proceeded to try and undo his belt buckle.

Bucky grew hot at the warmth of your thick thighs and the way your cunt was so hot that he could feel it through his pants. 

He had to have it. 

Panting now and desperate, Bucky tugged your skirt up, flashing your bare pussy, but it was difficult to get rid of because it was still buttoned. It slipped out of his hands and he grunted in frustration.

“Ah, poor baby…” 

You leaned forward, brushing the locks of hair that had fallen into his flushed face, grazing your nipples across your chest with a sexy smile.  Bucky whimpered and you smirked at his desperation. You slowly reached behind you to your zipper, pushing your chest toward Bucky’s face. He licked his lips and pulled your bra cups down, causing your warm breasts to spill out and his hands to be drawn to them again like magnets as he watched you loosen your skirt.

When you grabbed the hem to bring it over your head, he released you, watching as the fabric moved above your crotch.

Your pussy. Fuck.

Bucky could never get enough of staring at it, the dark petals, which were spread open for him as you sat on his lap were calling his name. He licked his lips, suddenly parched.

“What are you thinking about, Bucky?”

You had a pretty good idea, but you wanted, no needed, to hear Bucky’s voice right now. You reached behind you again as you unclasped your bra and suddenly you were naked on an essentially fully dressed Bucky Barnes.

It was sexy as hell. 

“I’m thinking that your pussy is a work of art, Frumoasă. It’s perfect. I’m thinking that I want to spend at least eight hours a day between your legs, make you cum over and over again, make you beg me to stop, and to start again. How I want you to taste you and make you squirt so I can swallow you down…”

You moaned and started grinding on his bulge, causing Bucky to curse.

“Damn, Baby. You’re gonna make me jizz in my pants like a teenager.”

Bucky grabbed your ass and reached between you to tease your clit, feeling how wet you were.

“Fuuuuuck, you’re so wet.”

Bucky’s eyes rolled as he grabbed your waist and lifted you to your knees on either side of him as he unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underwear just down past his ass to get his cock out. He grabbed your cheek as he stroked himself and rubbed his thick cock head in your juicy pussy.

“Fuck me Frumoasa. Slide down this dick for me.”

You brushed Bucky’s hair off his forehead again as you nodded and started to slide down his fat, hard cock. Your head lolled back on your neck as you reached the root of him.

“Oh… Bucky… Fuck….”

You could feel Bucky pounding inside you, long thick cock battering your cervix and you whined, leaning back and working your hips as Bucky fucked up into you and thumbed your clit while the other hand guided you up and down his dick. 

His jaw was clenched and his eyes were shining as he looked up at you. You knew he was close and you couldn’t take it.

He started to speak and you knew it was over.

“Frumoasă. I-I’m gonna need you to… oh holy fuckkkkkk!”

His stutter made you start to cum.

As soon as your pussy started spasming around him, Bucky started shooting his spend all over your warm walls causing you to convulse and hug his head to your chest. He clutched you to him, whimpering as he held onto you for dear life as he came.

He collapsed backwards, taking you with him as you became boneless in his arms. You rolled off of him and curled up on the couch as Bucky stood and untangled himself from his clothes.

You closed your eyes for a minute as he got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth to clean you up. When he finished, he kissed your forehead and gathered you up in his arms.

“You turn me on like no one else, Frumoasă. You’re it for me. I love you.”

You cuddled into him as he lay you in your bed.

“Me too, Bucky. You’re my one. I love you, too.”

Bucky kissed your forehead again, and then proceeded to move down your body.

“Good, now. I need to clock into my main occupation. Hour one of eight.…”

—-

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

An Offer You Can't Refuse- Part 2

Part 1

Hero woke up to the feeling of being watched. The weight over their eyes had been lifted, and their restraints had been removed as well, judging by how they were sprawled out in bed. Bed? This bed felt much bigger and softer than their own bed. The feeling of being watched grew stronger. Who cared whose bed it was- who was watching them!? Hero’s eyes snapped open, darting around the room until they landed on- oh. Right. Them. That. This.

“Good morning, Hero,” Supervillain said softly, “I must admit, you slept so long I was worried they had overdosed you, but you seem to be alright. That’s good.”

Alright? Alright!? What about this was alright!?

“Do you often make a habit of watching people sleeping?” Hero blurted.

Did they really just say that!? Hero’s heart hammered in their chest. This was Supervillain they were talking about- one false move and they were dead. No, scratch that, death would be a mercy- surely someone like Supervillain was an expert at dishing out fates worse than death-

Supervillain just chuckled.

“No,” they said, “but after eighteen hours and no sign of you waking, I did want to check up on you. That couldn’t have all been the drugs, I’d wager. Were you overworking yourself before you were abducted?”

“Eighteen-” Hero started.

“Technically twenty-five if we’re being specific,” Supervillain said, “your little snores are quite cute, and did you know you sleep-talk?”

Hero blushed in embarrassment. More than flustered, they felt confused. Supervillain had bought them for… however much they paid for them (Hero couldn’t quite remember) and now they were waking up in a lavish bed while the mastermind made small-talk about the whole thing?

“Are you hungry?” Supervillain prompted.

“Confused.” Hero admitted.

Hero’s stomach didn’t like that answer, and it growled loudly in protest. Supervillain smiled knowingly.

“I’ll have my chef make you something,” they said, getting up, “It would be in your best interest not to leave this room.”

Supervillain left the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Hero waited until their footsteps faded into silence. They sprung out of bed and tried the door. Locked, of course. Hero formed a small icicle in their hand and started to pick the lock. After a couple seconds of picking, the icicle snapped in two. Right, well, time for something more aggressive then. Hero forced the door down with a blast of ice. Stepping over the now-warped door, they looked around for the nearest exit. They ran down a hallway and past a few different doors, before reaching a grand staircase. They checked both ways for signs of Supervillain, then descended the stairs at a breakneck pace.

They realized, as they were rushing to freedom, that they weren’t wearing any shoes. In fact, their entire suit had been replaced by silk sleepwear. Oh well, they’d just have to make a new one when they got out of here. Their hand was on the front doorknob when a rough force yanked them backwards.

Hero yelped in surprise. They craned their neck to see a large, muscular person behind them. They had an earpiece and a small microphone hooked up to them.

“Got ‘em,” they said, “taking them back now.”

The henchman started to drag Hero back by the arm.

“Hey, let me go!” Hero shouted, forming cold energy in their hand and hurling a snowball at the henchman.

“Gah- why you-!”

In shock from getting a snowball to the face, the henchman had let go of Hero, who was now making another run for it.

“C’mere you-”

Hero turned, anger burning in their eyes. If it was a fight this bozo wanted, it was a fight they were going to get. And Hero was going to win.

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[moodymisty]

hi misty!! first of all, love your blog. your writing makes long shifts at work a bit more bearable (those guilliman fics had me giggling and kicking my feet fr)

second of all, if you're taking requests i'd love to see anything with dorn getting all confused after catching feelings. he's SO repressed and i can't imagine he'd even know what to do with all those fuzzy feelings, especially with a darling who's soft and sweet. gah i love that awkward stoic man

have a lovely day 💕💕

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: This sounds super cute, and I'm a MASSIVE whore for Dorn so here's a snippet. I hope you enjoy :3

Relationships: Pre-relationship Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not really any of note other than primarch emotional constipation

Dorn looks over the ornate golden railing, hands gripping it softly. Out of his opulent armor, his warm Inwit made clothing contrasts against his pale skin, as a chill Terran wind blows through the open halls. It's no where near as cold as what he's used to, and he pays it no mind as it whips through his short blonde hair.

"You're staring."

Dorn turns his upper body to see Guilliman along with two of his lieutenants; He'd heard the men coming, watching as his Ultramarines stand beside him at a respectable distance. Guilliman casts his gaze downward to follow where Dorn has had his own for a significant while now, and watches. His lieutenants step away respectfully, and allow the primarchs a degree of privacy.

A slew of Salamanders use the massive open area to train, many of them in armor not powered to use as dead weight. Dorn has no interest in them and Guilliman knows this well; He turns his gaze to the sidelines, where a remembrancer sits parchment in lap. You're smiling, he can see from here, watching as the Salamanders prove their strength and a few entertain you with elaborate swordmanship.

Guilliman looks away for a moment and back to Dorn, who still has his eyes firmly locked on you. Of course you remain none the wiser to the fact that not one but two primarchs are watching you, filling your parchment with words and sketches.

Guilliman sighs.

"I know she is not indebted to the Salamanders. I am sure she would join the Phalanx, if you asked."

Dorn finally turns away and looks to him, his brow furrowed.

"And why do you assume I need her services?" Guilliman can't contain a second sigh.

"My friend, it's because you look lovesick. I'm trying to give you an opportunity to actually speak to her without another chapter surrounding her." Before Dorn has a chance to scowl at Guilliman for his upfront and honest speech he turns to his lieutenant, and points downward to you.

"Go get her and bring her to us."

Dorn noticeably furrows his brow at the Ultramarines, but doesn’t say anything until the men leave. Once they do, he looks to Guilliman.

“Why did you do that.”

Dorn sounds blunt and unintelligent for a moment, but Guilliman knows that’s not the case; It's that Dorn is pissed at him.

“I am giving you a push. Now do something so none of us have to suffer any longer." Guilliman leaves, and Dorn casts his gaze back down to the massive arena. He notices Guilliman's Ultramarines walk up to you and presumably demand you follow them, and the confusion it quickly brings you.

A Salamander comes up and presumably inquires as to why you're needed elsewhere, but relents when you agree to leave. You follow the two Ultramarines until you're no longer in view, and it changes the feeling in Dorn's chest.

Why does he feel that way? Like there's a knot in his throat?

He clears it and moves along, ignoring it and wearing the same stalwart expression he always has as you and the two Ultramarines approach.

Your expression changes in surprise at the sight of him; He supposes because you were expecting Guilliman. The Ultramarines, somewhat confused as well by the entirety of this situation, consider their duty done and leave to return to their genefather's side.

"Lord Dorn, hello." You smile lightly, holding your parchments in your hands. "Do you have need of me?"

He does, but he has absolutely no idea how to say it. Guilliman cornered him by doing this, and Dorn hates it.

He decides to inquire about what Guilliman had said earlier; He wants to hear it come from you rather than Guilliman's.

"Am I correct in hearing that you are not indebted to the Salamanders?" You nod, smile still on your face. Dorn finds it warm, a far cry from the stalwart attitude that is part of him and resides in all of his gene-sons.

“The Salamanders were the first to request I join them to document their battles when I showed interest, but I never pledged loyalty to only them."

Dorn looks away for a moment, and leaves you cast in a form of nervousness as he looks down at the Salamanders still below. You hesitently speak up, voice questioning and soft. He's used to shouting and deep bellowing voices; Yours is so gentle and sweet.

"Is, is there there anything I can do?"

You awkwardly adjust in your shoes, wondering what else the stalwart primarch of the Imperial Fists could possibly want from you. When your eyes suddenly leave his and look behind him, he already knows why.

"He was going to ask if you would serve the Imperial Fists as their remembrancer, provided you are available."

Guilliman returns, and the look Dorn gives him is made of hellfire. Dorn hopes Guilliman knows he will pay no shortage for this later.

Thankfully however you perk up noticeably, and Dorn successfully manages to hide any and all of his feeling relieved by it. Your smile is wide enough to round your cheek, and he's surprised by how warm and inviting it feels.

"Oh, I would be honored to serve your legion! If you would have me, Lord Dorn?"

Dorn catches Guilliman flinch slightly at your words, though he fails to understand why. He's too furious at the other primarch to bother even looking at him for too long anyways.

Instead of thanking you, welcoming you, or any other things Dorn was thinking of saying, instead the first thing that falls from his mouth is an order.

"Follow me, I will bring you to my men."

Your face morphs into surprise as Dorn suddenly turns away from you, and you struggle to keep up- as his singular stride is many of your own. Your papers rustle in your arms, as you race down the gilded hall.

Guilliman however simply watches you and him both depart, before sighing and rubbing his temple.

[celuere]

You are so real for that! Lesbian Arle, that's all there is, like there's not a speck of her that gives off 'I can romantically like guy' like NADA! And everytime I scroll past through tiktok and see these gooners of a (male) streamer thirsting over her it feels like I've been tied into an electric chair LIKE PLEASE GET YOUR NASTY MALE EYES OFF OF MY LOVELY WOMAN KISSER! She's for the girls only! For womem only! Loud incorrect buzzer to those who think so otherwise! 😤

"oh but it doesn't say that in the game/hoyo wouldn't do that"

Do we play the same games?! Yeah it didn't outright say that she's lesbian BUT ITS SO DAMN OBVIOUS! And Hoyo?! The same company that made Honkai?? Are you sure?????

it‘s so funny to me when people deny queercoding in hoyo games. they LEGALLY CANT outright state a character’s sexuality, genshin was released in 2021, the same year china introduced the whole censorship thing. see image below

we had bronya and seele KISSING in the hi3 manga before that, that panel got removed from the canon manga shortly after the introduction of the censorship. elysia talks about kissing girls ALL the fucking time, kiana literally dreamt about marrying mei and you are trying to tell me they’re not implying eimiko, clorivia and beiguang?????

ignoring and denying their obvious intentions and indications because they’re not outright saying that beidou showed ningguang a real firework on lantern rite is tonedeaf. the same people denying said interactions to be implied would be yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs how CANON their ship is and how fucking straight the characters are if the same interactions happened between a man and woman. don’t pmo now.

arle doesn’t really have queer coding in my opinion other than her yelling at men all the gah damn time and just looking like pussydestroyer4000 , maybe we get some more of that in the project stuzha arc and her making out sloppy style with columbina. that being said, idgaf about what other people/writer hc her as because it doesn’t affect me any way lol do what you want on your blog, i‘ll do what i want on mine<3

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Holy shit I never expected Horimiya to pop up on this blog but if it’s here I’ll take it

If I can let me do the honours of the first request - Hori and Miyamura (separate) with a shorter s/o except s/o is still a huge tease regardless but they get flustered when their partner decides to react back

(Horimiya) Hori and Miyamura with a shorter S/O

Here at genshingorlsrevengeance, we'll be bringing you the most random out of pocket content. Post tagging Author's notes: ...Wait a bloody second, there's already a Horimiya imagines community?

Height: 163 cm (5’4”)

Hori gets a bit of satisfaction from the fact she's taller than her S/O.

Normally she would make no mention of it, but it was the fact that S/O was trying their damn hardest to always tease her, she bites back.

(Hori) "Listen here, you little punk!"

There's also the satisfaction she gets at seeing them get flustered from her teasing. A little smirk grows on the edge of Hori's lips as she sees them stuttering.

For her, the height difference is like an emergency glass to break when she runs out of something to tease them about.

(Hori) "Hah! If you wanna say something, then get up here and tell me yourself!"

(S/O) "T-That's not fair!"

Of course, it's all in good fun. Unless S/O is being a particular little shit that day.

Height: 169 cm (5'7")

Miyamura honestly doesn't bring up S/O's height at all.

When it comes to teasing, there's several other things to use instead of their height.

And it wasn't like he was exactly a taller than average height himself. He doesn't mind their height difference.

What he does mind however is S/O constantly trying to prod him for reactions "because it's cute."

(Miyamura) "GAH! S-S/O, why did you blow on my ear!?"

(S/O) "Because you'd make that noise!"

He gives an exacerbated sigh, before trying to do the same.

Miyamura sees S/O get flustered as he bends down to do so, but he's suspicious if his blowing is actually what causes them to falter.

...Now that he thought on it, everytime he had to bend down to help S/O or giving them a kiss on their head seemed to fluster them as well.

(Miyamura) "Weird. S/O has the strangest reactions sometimes..."

[jack-o-phantom]

All Eyes on Chime!! Art Contest Winners !!

Hello everyone! Thank you to everyone who participated in my very first art contest surrounding Chime, my goofy robot.

I will be tagging all the artist, their original post/and or blog! I have already rebloged all the artist original posts with my tags but I will add a short summary for them.

Our First place winners!

Who gain x1 Full body render + rendered Chibi ^^! a character of their choice!

In theme as a collaborative effort from @sa1m0nn and @a1stinky3z with an amazing piece!!!! Chime being seen singing to the viewer before becoming aggressive in 3 short moments with a slash!! Such great work from Sal in the rendering and format!! Gah I love it

Our Other First place winner was from @cloudyvoid!! A Short gif of Chime in amazement with her Oc Neptune! This was such an astonishing submission >< I was blown away by the lighting and story telling from a simple image! I think they'd get along swell

The link is to their account as ArtFight has been down for a few days now!!

In our Second Place category!

Who gain x1 Half Body render + rendered chibi ^^! a character of their choice!

From @theblog-with-thestuff !! This was an amazing entry, the lighting, scene, and posing is everything to me!! His gift box towards his work is the icing on the robotic cake

Submission from @ane-doodles chime gets jammy!! Once again, the lighting is amazingly made. What stuck out about this one was the perspective :0!! Well done ^^

Our 3rd Place winners

Who gain x1 Half body render, a character of their choice!

Chime being smug and mischievous, from @wired-migraine !! The disappointment in the STAFFs body language says it all LMAO perfectly fits his character to sit down where ever he pleases

An on theme submission from @nebuladreamz Gahh!! I've already ranted in their tags but I loved everything about this, the smile, the lighting, and notes?? Amazing

Our 4th Place winners

Who gain x1 chibi simple each, a character of their choice!

A terrifying rendition from @mechanicallizard !! With attention to texture, chimes abilities, and a wide smile :)

A sing-song lyrical piece from @world-loading !! Showing off the two sides of chime that work together to create the Robot we all know and love :)

From @mitathemita !! With an amazing submission, the movement of the ribbons is what really got me. Done so very gracefully in an eerie way /pos!!

This smugsmug Chime was drawn by @poisned !! Watch him stealing hearts out here. The uniqueness of lineless is such an amazing technique that works so well here, applause!

Thank you everyone who joined my silly art competition!! I will go down the list of everyone who's won, it will take time to go through each one, your patience is appreciated!

Winners! Congrats on your places, send over your character you wish to be drawn. As I said before, I will go down the list from 1st to 4th! Mind you, I will make a master post with all the finished winner pieces.

If you are uncomfortable with me posting your Oc, please specify! ^^ If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask!

[blingblong55]

Bound Obedience- John Price NSFW

Photo credit: @ave661 (left and right) Based on a request: im new to your blog but gah damn… i was wondering if you could write smut of price and… pet play? now i knooooow its impossible for this man to be submit.. but could you pretty please make him the good boy this LMFAOOOOO also m!reader pretty please!! much love xx ---- M!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, MLM, established!relationship, pet!play, sub!Price, dom!reader, choking? ---- A/N: I'm sorry if my M!Readers aren't getting as many fics as I know you want from me and also i'm not sure I did a good job at pet play this time around

Price's back arches against the desk of his office. His eyes closed as you watched with pleasure how easily he gave you anything you wanted. He wanted to keep his moans quiet but it was impossible when you were pleasuring him this good. John knows this is his fault, that it's his fault that you have him whimpering and begging for you in whines.

Your hand on his dick as you reach for the drawer that he kept locked which contained his and your favourite sex toys. You knew he was weak for one in particular and when he gasped at the feeling of it on his tip, you smirked. You insert the toy into his urethra, earning whimpers and moans from him. As he slowly adjusted to the feeling, you pushed the bead of the toy deeper with your thumb, his eyes closed and he bit his lip. Your cock hardened at the pretty sight your dear lover had become.

"That's it…such a good boy," you murmur as you push the toy in and out of his urethra. "You're doing so well for me, pet" you praise which only earns more moans from him, his eyes fluttering to the sensation. What a mess of a man he was.

Pre-cum leaked from your tip as you watched him squirm and whine for you to stop. But if a man like him wants to be fucked senseless, he must obey. He takes your free hand, places your thumb in his mouth and he sucks it whilst trying to keep his composer.

You push it deeper and watch him cum. Your fingers are sticky but this doesn't deter you from making him a mess.  John lets out a soft grunt as the intense feeling of the stretching takes over his body.

Moans of pleasure surround the room he grew to know.

You take the toy out, toss it on the desk before turning him over and slapping your hard length on his ass. The cold lube on his entrance makes him clench around your fingers when you get him ready for you. Moans of satisfaction escape his pretty lips once more. Your cock in his ass only makes the feeling of euphoria better. Your thrusts were fast but also punishing for how he teased you all day. The sounds of skin slapping skin mixed with his moans only fueled your desire to make him know he was yours. Your plaything, your toy, lover and your good boy.

You take hold of his short hair, pulling it back and giving him slopping kisses whilst the other hand slaps his ass, earning moans to escape through his mouth and land on those dangerous lips of yours. "Fuck, baby~" he whimpers when his eyes open and meets yours.

When you spank him once more, he gasps and inhales sharply, his eyes flutter shut. As the pain subsided, he felt the fire awakening within him. You hold onto his neck, forcing him to face you and lock lips with you. Price opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.

In his semi-weakened state, he didn't try to push you away. This was his punishment for being a brat, and he was enjoying it. Pushing harder into him, you made him yelp, twitching in ecstasy. Perhaps what he needed more often was not only a hand up his ass but also a hand around his pretty throat. His body trembles as you continue to drive into him, pulling his hair slightly to force him to keep kissing you.

Moaning against your lips, Price could feel his climax looming closer and closer, the feeling intensifying with each thrust. You turn him over, pushing your cock back into him as he wraps his legs around your waist, clutching at your shoulders for balance, panting loudly. "I'm…fuckin close," he whispered hoarsely, the words muffled by your lips pressing hard against his. A combination of lust and fear resulting from the strong grip on his neck sent shivers down Price's spine. It was perfect. The most incredible cock he's ever had, paired with a treat of choking, spanking and the dominant attitude he oh so needed only made the perfect storm for him.

You grabbed his throbbing cock pumping it with rhythm with your thrusts, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Price whimpered at the sensation, his mind swimming with lust. Your voice further set him off, sending him over the edge.

"F-fuck, Y/N, yes!" He cried out, his body bucking against yours as he came hard. The sight of the immense amount of cum spewing out of Price's cock seemed almost obscene, the thickness of it coinciding well with the impressive size of his partner's.

Your warm member kept pulsating inside him, the same wetness seeping from the intense fucking, slicking up your cock. He could feel how close you were as well, swallowing thickly. His hands tightened their grasp, nails digging into the skin on your shoulder, hanging on as he rode through the explosion of pleasure.

Your warm member kept pulsating inside him, the same wetness seeping from the intense fucking, slicking up your cock. He could feel how close you were as well, swallowing thickly. His hands tightened their grasp, nails digging into the skin of your shoulder, hanging on as he rode through the explosion of pleasure.

Price groaned at the feeling of you inside of him, both your breathing heavily. Being called that put a sense of affection behind those dirty words. He mewled in delight. When your thrusts slowed down, a small pang of sadness twisted in his core, knowing this round was nearing its end.

However, the next words that spilt from your lips sent a shiver up his spine. "You're my pet, understand?" Pawing at the base of your neck, he glanced back, the colour in his cheeks burning bright red. A tremble in his voice, he replied, "Y-yes, master…" He loved the idea of submission, of being yours. Everything about the role-play suited Price perfectly.

He eventually slumped against the table, trying to regain his breath. Despite the sweat that had formed due to their vigorous sex, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. You had managed to put him back in his place, brought him back down to earth. Price knew he'd need to act better now that he had been thoroughly fucked senseless.

He eventually slumped against the table, trying to regain his breath. Despite the sweat that had formed due to their vigorous sex, he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. You had managed to put him back in his place, brought him back down to earth. Price knew he'd need to act better now that he had been thoroughly fucked senseless.

A/N: i need advice, am i getting better at mlm smut????? do i need more? less?

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[gamebunny-advance]

Thank you, so much! I'm always happy to hear when people like the stuff I make, but I wouldn't say I'm the most knowledgeable about NSR~ ^^;

I'd say that @/anger-ey is much more detailed when it comes to NSR documentation ^o^. Even when I was actively collecting info, I was pretty sloppy with it and didn't really contribute to any archive, so my knowledge is pretty scattershot~

But she's got pretty much everything together. They've even corrected me and helped me sleuth out a few things multiple times, so if you're looking for pretty much anything official NSR, I'd go to them (though I'm still happy to help when I can).

I'm sure you can figure out a way to be resourceful and make it the best you can~ Your idea sounds like it would work fine, and I have seen other people hand make that style of charm with other materials, so I think it's possible to make some good homemade mini chips ^_^ (maybe I'll make my own Shellfish snack for Doll!Kliff to munch on~)

And yeah, Sayu is very cute~ As a connoisseur of pink and cute things myself, I'm also surprised that she's not even in my top 3, UmU. She's still great though~

And no prob~

Hm...

Ya know what would be a cool idea?

Making one of those candy shaker charms, but it's designed like the Sayu Shellfish packaging.

[fangsforiris]

How would the sakamaki brothers react if they find out that they were the sons of the same mother and that they're biologically brothers but karlheinz killed their real mother and separated them . (Btw i reaaally love your blog 💕💕)

Sakamaki Brothers’ Reaction to Being Blood Siblings Related by 1 Mother

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Shū:

“We are blood related…? Seriously…? And here I thought I only had to deal with Reiji. …It seems as if that man will never rest. …That poor woman…”

• Shū wouldn’t be as shocked as compared to the others. He’s been used to Karlheinz’s plans for years longer than the others.

• However, he’d be more tired if anything. Like always, he can never be rid himself of his father and his constant need for his plans to succeed.

• I doubt his relationships with the brothers will change, since beyond this revelation, they are all still the same people. Within the same environment which conditions them to act within a hostile manner.

Reiji:

“Father… he… No. I refuse to believe such a sentiment. I already loathe being related to that deadbeat enough, but this? …What will become of us now?”

• He’d be the most in denial. As in, it would take Reiji the longest to accept that this was even a possibility in the cards.

• Reiji is known to idolize his father, so for this to occur? I think it would heavily confuse his loyalties.

• However, since he does have somewhat of a maternal instinct for his siblings, mainly younger, he’d use this as an opportunity to get closer to them and have more of a ‘close knitted family,’ in the way the Mukami’s do.

Ayato:

“Ehh!? What do you mean we all shared a mother?! That doesn’t even make sense…! We don’t even look alike? Gah… that old man has some explaining to do!”

• Most confused 100%

• Either he skipped a few biology lessons or fell asleep in them, but even he knows that it doesn’t add up as much as it’s supposed to.

• I think he’d use this as a way to perhaps become a bit closer to all of the brothers and in a sense, make amends for the past teasing/borderline bullying he participated in (mainly towards Subaru.)

• Since he is considered to be the most ‘humane’ out of the brothers, it isn’t as far off for him to have empathy and to want to start brand new.

Kanato:

“We… all share a mother? What do you mean? Am I not my mothers son? I don’t understand, Teddy. What are is he saying…? What are you saying!? This does not make any sense…!”

• I think he’d also be in denial, or mainly shocked beyond comprehension.

• It’ll take Kanato a bit to understand, especially since this will deeply impact his pre-established identity issues.

• He was heavily narcissistic about his hair due to it being almost exact to the late Cordelia’s, so for him to not have that connection, one that he founded his entire self-esteem on, it would be detrimental.

Laito:

“So it seems we were fooled, weren’t we? Fufu~ That man certainly knows how to cause a commotion. …That woman then is no mother to me…”

• Out of everyone, I think Laito would want to do further research into this woman and who she was.

• Due to his complicated relationship with his mother, and his pre-established self-loathing, I think this will make him wonder if in another life, he’d be able to have a healthy correlation with mother figures and sexual activity as a whole.

• Laito already does somewhat act as an ‘older brother’ towards Ayato, Kanato, and Subaru, but perhaps this would allow him to get away with more in the scope of caring and involvement.

Subaru:

“He… killed her…? That damned old man! He’s selfish to the core, not one ounce of feeling to be found in him…! That’s all we are… just pawns…”

• Subaru already hated his father due to what he did to his mother and himself. So to find out that he shared an actual blood bond with his brothers, and not just a half-bond would be almost incomprehensible to him.

• He’s always wondered what it’d be like to share a fully-blooded sibling, so to find out it was always here… is bittersweet. Especially since the pre-established relationships between him and the rest of them are sour, and based on tearing down his self-esteem.

• He’d feel the most bad for the woman, and whatever alternate universe could’ve arised from him having a good parent that didn’t project all of their emotional turmoil onto him.

[the-himawari]

A3! Sumeragi Tenma - Translation [SR] Bright Star of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Yuki: I’m glad we finished the talk show without a hitch.

Misumi: It was tons of fun chatting about the show~!

Kumon: The story about Tenma-san getting lost was a huge hit!

Tenma: That’s a weird point to get riled up about.

Izumi: Tenma-kun, can I ask you to take the polaroid photo now?

Tenma: Sure. We’re supposed to make a heart pose, right?

Izumi: Yep, exactly. It’s to express all your gratitude to everyone who’s always supporting you.

Tenma: I see. You got it.

Izumi: Okay, I’m taking it. Say cheese!

*click*

Misumi: It’s a cheek heart~!

Kumon: You’re cool as hell, Tenma-san~!

Yuki: …Well, nothing’s wrong with a classic.

Tenma: Why does that sound like a jab!?

*dream starts*

Tenma: (…Ngh?) (Where… is this? This is definitely does not look like the dorm’s ceiling…)

Alibaba: …Oh, you’re awake now?

Tenma: !? (—Alibaba!?)

Alibaba: Woah, easy there. Are you alright to be getting up so suddenly? You were sleeping so soundly just a moment ago like you had listened to one of Scheherazade’s bedtime stories.

Tenma: (I see… so this is Alibaba’s house. And I assume this is the world from “Water me!!”.) (…This is probably a dream then, huh?) (That being said—)

Tenma: Um… why am I here?

Alibaba: You don’t remember? I rescued you in the street when you couldn't move since you were being surrounded by townspeople. But then they started chasing after us, so I decided to hide you in my house for the time being—. As soon as we arrived, you suddenly said you felt sleepy. You’ve been fast asleep ever since.

Tenma: (I have absolutely no recollection of that. I mean, we’re in a dream, so I guess I didn’t actually experience it… so that’s what we're working with here, huh?)

Alibaba: Those folks had a keen interest in your clothes. If you stayed there, they would’ve stripped you of everything you had.

Tenma: I see… I guess you're right. In any case, thanks for saving me. And sorry… for falling asleep after you let me into your home.

Alibaba: Don’t sweat it. You were only asleep for about 10 minutes—. And Scheherazade… my wife was out too, so the timing worked out.

Tenma: (As I thought, Scheherazade is here too… It feels kind of fresh hearing him call her his wife.)

Alibaba: Well, I see why they were interested though. You don’t see the clothes you’re wearing around here.

Tenma: Ahh… I came here from a different country.

Alibaba: That makes sense. The roads here are complicated and it’s easy to get lost. Tourists better be careful.

Tenma: I-I’ll be fine! I won’t get lost.

Alibaba: …That’s good to hear. … By the way, I have something I’d like to ask you… you see…

Tenma: What is it?

Alibaba: Does your country… have a legendary paradise oasis?

Tenma: —! Pfft…

Alibaba: Hey! Why are you laughing!?

Tenma: No… sorry about that. (Alibaba’s still the same as always.) I’m not sure… But I can’t say for certain there isn’t one.

Alibaba: For real!?

Tenma: Yeah. I hope you’ll come visit my country one day. If you do, I’ll show you around.

Alibaba: Sounds great. I’ll ask you when the time comes then. I’m Alibaba. What’s your name?

Tenma: …Sumeragi Tenma. I’m the man who’s going to sweep all the best male actor awards in the world—.

*dream ends*

Tenma: —! (…So I finally woke up? I’m glad I don’t see the ceiling in Alibaba’s house anymore). … (I have to admit it was a pretty interesting dream getting to meet and talk with Alibaba.) (It’s a shame that I woke up right before we shook hands at the end. But next time I'll win the best male actor award…) (And once I’ve become an even more famous actor than before, I hope I can meet him in my dream again and proudly re-introduce myself.) That being said, that’s kind of like meeting myself though. Actually, does he even know what a best male actor award is…?

Yuki: …What are you doing talking to yourself?

Tenma: Gah… since when were you here!?

Yuki: I’ve been here the whole time. You suddenly started reaching out your hand even though you were asleep. I figured you must be dreaming, but I see you're still dwelling over it after you woke up.

Tenma: There’s nothing wrong with that!

Yuki: So? What kind of dream was it?

Tenma: …It was nothing, okay?

Yuki: Oh, was it a dream that you can’t tell anyone else about or something?

Tenma: What kind of dream would that be!?

Yuki: You tell me. People get curious if you hide it, you know?

Tenma: I’m not trying to hide anything… But it was a good dream.

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[mseden-fries]

Lemme just say, right off the bat, that your art is so freaking amazing.

I was in the Hey, Arnold! fandom eons ago, (in the 90s), and used to write fics for it. (I was Carrot Top at the time.) I loved loved loved Helga, and she has always been in my top 5 favorite cartoon characters of all time.

You write them so well, and I've been having such a good time going through your blog and checking out the comic.

Super, super well done. Thank you for sharing!

Gah! Ur gonna make me cry 🥹 I actually didn’t become a fan until I was around 10 years old myself and although I did like art, I wasn’t sure what kind of art I wanted to pursue in the future. It wasn’t until I watched the hey Arnold movie, the first one, that I knew what I wanted to do which was to create comics. I actually remember never watching an episode just watching the movie over and over and over and not even realizing that there was a show for it 😅 but then we were pretty poor and actually our house just burned down so we were staying in a church house until we found a new place to live and they had a lot of VCR’s that we could watch including a bright orange nickelodeon VCR titled the Hey Arnold movie.

I remember joining the fan group on Facebook that was called the Hey Arnold save the jungle movie and being a part of the fan base when the movie finally got made and just being super excited about it like it was a dream come true ❤️ I can say with complete certainty that the reason I pursue making comics now is all because of hey Arnold, it is my first love and I’m having fun making this comic and I’m glad that people actually enjoy reading it too! I started making this years after the hype died down, but there was still a lot that I felt was left unsaid in the jungle movie that as a fan, I wanted to explore not to take away from the original, but I just needed more

And that’s why I’m doing this, also to improve myself

Sorry, that was probably not the question you asked, but I feel like I had to get that out lol! When things were tough growing up, I could pop in that orange VCR tape and feel a little better about everything  



[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist to pull and hold him close while the other ran through his hair ]

“I know I can’t see you Ody, and I know that you’ll want to return home and be with your family, but I also know that right now, you’re tired and frankly, so am I. You can stay here as long as you like or need. You can come and go freely, and by the gods, if it’ll help relieve something, bring me a kopis and we can spar to take any weight off your shoulders. I’ll listen to you talk both good and bad, and I’ll let you stay without even having to talk at all. I don’t know what you need in this moment, or what you’ll need in the future, but just know that I’ll drop everything to help you. You deserve to feel peace again, love. Don’t be afraid to show emotion, okay? The journey’s over; you can cry now.”

[ they think about saying more, about try more to comfort their friend, but they bite their tongue and swallow words with a bitter taste. Not today. He’s suffered enough ]

ooc: I see the anons are still tormenting Tir - feel free to save this until after or place it in a separate time. Up to you! (Spoilers for the Ithaca saga, of course. When does a man become a monster? /silly)

Time in the underworld was imperceptible. Somehow, against that well-known fact, this break felt longer. Odysseus had been gone; his voice silent and his presence invisible. The only remaining piece of him was the seashell threaded charm that clicked on Tiresias' staff when shifted.

Then, he was back. The king stepped onto the island with sandal-clad feet, approaching the prophet with a small, weak smile. His cape is back, clipped over his shoulder with an old pin he had long forgotten. The depiction of the owl had been carved away, redesigned with scales.

"Hey there, star." He greets. Odysseus' voice is heavy with the weight of so much left unsaid. Tales of monsters and mistakes. Mortal and familiar. His heart is still fighting against his mind each night, and his eyes reflect the tiredness. Guilt clawing silently at scars.

[ the prophet, sat at the bottom of one of the cliff faces, barely moved. Even looking up, it didn’t feel like they even were looking. Everything about them seemed just as tired, but they seemed more broken than before, and their voice reeked of desperation to get out of their self-fed isolation ]

“What? Who—? Oh. Ody. Oh not now, please love, I can’t— not today, okay. You’re tired and I’m— . . . you don’t need to keep visiting, now. After everything. You made it back. Go enjoy your time, will you? Be with your family. For me.”

[ravnarieldurin]

Um...guys...I did something bad...

Something really bad...

Awful, idiotic, egregious even...

I watched the first episode of Robin Hood (2006) with Richard Armitage...

ONLY the first episode...

And now, all I can think about is what would happen if Robin 'Hood' of Locksley had a sister named Raven.

Gah! I don't have any idea if it would work with the canon/time period of the show since I've only watched the first episode, but now I want to write an enemies-to-lovers fanfic about Guy of Gisborne and Raven 'Hood' of Locksley.

Why does my brain do this to me?!

Also...Robin is such a cocky womanizing playboy that I couldn't help rolling my eyes every time he interacted with a woman.

I swear if I do write Raven as his sister, her eyes could be in serious danger of getting stuck in the back of her head from rolling her eyes so much at her brother.

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