#i had to give her her little earrings they're an essential part of her

[randomfandoms153]

the five tracer fans that exist are eating well this pride month

[quitealotofsodapop]

Pigsy be cleaning up shop (with Tang being forced to help) when he hears a whispered conversation. He doesn't mean to eavesdrop, but Wu and Mihou aren't exactly subtle.

"Do you think Gramps would have liked to meet them?" Wu was saying, to which Mihour snorted,

"You mean before or after he smacked us both over the head for our stupidity? Yeah... he'd have liked them. 'Specially since the egg was yours."

"Mihou, you're the one incubating the egg! If anything, they're more yours than mine."

"Yeah, but you were his favorite. His 'Little Prince,' remember? I was just the weird cub he found by the river."

"You and I both know that isn't... entirely true. He loved you just as much as me the short time we had living on the mountain together while we were cubs before your sister picked you up."

"Wuko-"

"Wu."

"Right, Wu, you seriously underestimate how much he loved you. You were his whole reason for living at the end there."

"He was just... he just looked after me as a favor. For the ones who came Before. That's all."

"Your oh so secret birthparent that you refuse to tell me about but insists existed despite literally everything about your origin story?"

"I don't 'refuse to tell you,' I just... don't know how to explain it. Explain Her! I only found out about her after Gramps died, and by the time we met up again, we both were way too busy to remember old stories from a long dead monkey I've never even met."

"...Well, we aren't as busy as we were before. Maybe you can tell me now? We could tell the cub stories about his grandmother when they get here."

"...I'd like that."

:'(

Anon this is so cute and sad I tear up a bit.

The idea of Pigsy and Tang accidentally learning that part of "Wu and Mihou's" worries comes from both of them being essentially orphans gets them in the feels.

I hc that Pigsy lost his mom at a young age (got taken in by his Grandma), and Tang has no contact with his brith family, so they both sympathise hard with the two monkeys' situation.

Wukong wanting to Understand who his people and his mother were, but the chaos of Heaven and of all his new responsibilities keep getting in the way... until the incident with the Comet allows him for the first time ever to slow down and contemplate.

Macaque giving up on his search for answers on what he was centuries ago, and thinking that he's just One in the whole universe. Until Wukong begins recalling stories that Elder told him of other monkeys like them beyond the stars - ones with "Lotus-shaped ears" that used them to hear across the vacuum of space...

And they both agree that the Egg is a miracle no matter how they look at it. Even if the comet it arrived in was likely one of their own kind who had not been so lucky. Macaque wonders if the baby's original parent had been "Lotus-eared" like he is...

[uchihaharlot]

Shisui talking to his child.

Shisui: go tell mom that you want a little sibling😊

Child: But I want a dog🤨

What would Shisui do if he had a child who wanted to remain an only child?

ohhhh nonny.

You and I think a lot a like!! 🥹 Though, and I've said it before and I say it again. You cannot outwit a master manipulator...

NSFW; Shisui being much like a damn kid with his son; what a lucky man; I wish I were his wife; white wine induced writing; ya'll getting blue balled here too 😈

While Shisui is definitely a shinobi with integrity, he regularly barters with his son. Candy, toys...a puppy?? This is a little more than just a simple request from his dear heart little one. And Shisui adores his first born tremendously. Would give up his right so to speak.

That being said, there is a tit for tat he wants to run by his shit grinning kid, as he is asked for a four legged friend. Ultimately he's gonna get the damn puppy regardless, he wants a dog too...but his son is nearly six. Which means Shisui has only bred his wife in theory over the years, and birth control is a real bitch.

'Sounds good pumpkin,' gives his son a charming smile. 'I'll make you a deal.'

Now, Shisui needs to be smart about this. He hasn't necessarily had the talk on the birds and the bees with his boy. His son is essentially a fingerprint of his own genius and Shisui does't really deign going into detail daddy's need to fill mommy with his seed.

'Ok Papa.' Gods his kid is cute, but devious as hell.

'Ask mommy very nicely,' he pauses, thinking appropriately the next words, 'tell her you want a little sibling.'

This damn kid tilts his head, 'why?'

Ok, this is a good time to bitch about kids not doing as they're told. 'Because, just tell her and then we can get a puppy.' Tries not to baby talk his own kid, but he's just so damn cute and menacing. Like his father.

'What if I don't want a sibling?' Little fucker tilts his head, again, but in the opposite direction.

Now, Shisui is not what I would call a desperate man. But with this? He might be. 'If you want the puppy, you need a sibling. Dogs are a lot of care and you're gonna need someone ton help pick up after it when the puppy gets bigger.'

'...Why?' Shisui rubs a palm over his face, and smiles wickedly kind at his patience testing kid.

'Thats how this deal works kiddo.'

'But...' Shisui is forced to listen to little boy ramble off the plethora of peers with animals and no siblings. Even adds that is why most of them have an animal companion to begin with.

It seems luck is not on Shisui's side today. The damn kid is a cock block, not really but, for the love of the gods. If Shisui has to pull out again he's going to impale his forlorn heart on a steak.

Cue his lovely, and adoring wife. They lay in bed. Her reading, Shisui going over some scrolls. Mundane absentminded conversation between the two as they wind down and snuggle into bed.

Silence is usually the last thing Shisui notices before falling asleep, but his wife so sweetly big spoons him. And, well, she's quelled their silence with three simple words whispered at the nape of his neck.

'...a puppy, huh?' Snakes her soft hand over his chest, it only goes lower.

Let's get this straight, Shisui never gets nervous. He faces enemies on a regular basis, but his damn wife asking about the puppy their son begged for earlier didn't fall short on her eager ears. He groans, out of arousal and disbelief that she heard them.

'Heh... You heard all that?' Not so much a nervous chuckle as it was a soft exhale. Her dainty little fingers are already slipping into his pajama pants.

'Only the important parts...'

She needn't say anything else. Shisui was on her before she could even register the two fingers that squelch in her cunt. Goddamn heat seeking fingers. 'So are we getting a puppy?'

When Shisui looks at her like she held all the answers, fingers crooking in soft wet pussy, coaxing her to cum with sharingan eyes. Sexual coercion was his best quality in the bedroom. That and his cock.

'Yea..' Bitch, yea. They're having another baby. Right here, right now. 'Don't even need...to ask.' So beautiful when she's halfway to cumming and wetting his lips with a desperate swipe off her tongue.

[lmfaohader]

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Same as always. A little mouse standing under a light post. It's snowing, and he's always carrying an umbrella."

"Did he say anything to you in this one?"

"No. He just seemed very scared, and a little sad."

"Well give me the details and I'll add it to the drawing"

I retrieved my sketch book from my bag and turned to the ever familiar page I had been working on for a couple of days. In the middle of the page, a mouse. Oversized yellow clogs, red linen pants, and large black ears on the top of his head. Just as my friend, Jo, always described him. Cheery eyes that she normally described as "oddly sad for such a happy little mouse" and rosy plump cheeks. Beside him, a lamp post, that once I can get to painting (and get the right color), burning with a bright orange light. A pile of snow settled at its base. I took out my pencils, erasers, and blending stump as Jo described the mouse with more details. Today, his umbrella was black but seemingly used very often and the snow glittered when the moon rose above it.

Joanna is an extremely vivid dreamer. I've known her essentially my whole life and have listened to every dream she could ever recount, but lately they've been more and more life-like. It's almost as if she actually goes to wherever it is she's dreaming. Maybe it's her younger mind trying to escape from our reality. We are from the same town in London, and when my parents were called to defend our nation, Jo's mother offered to take me in until they returned. Things only got worse from there. The air raids and constant threats kept flooding into the city. After some time, Jo's mom believed that the city was no longer safe for us. She called upon an old college professor who she had remained in friendly contact with over the years who lived far off in the countryside. He gladly took us in. Jo was extremely upset about leaving, so to help her keep going I told her I would draw whatever she wanted. Now, I have half of a sketchbook filled with her dreams. They're always in immense detail, and are only finished when Jo gives it a seal of approval. They started off really normal. Her house, the view outside of the train window, a field of wildflowers, but the longer we're here the more she dreams of his made up land. A land where a talking lion is supposed to rule, but is being hunted and thwarted by an evil, ice witch. A little mouse who hides from the secret wolf police. A winter that has lasted for over a hundred years. That's the part of it that feels like she actually goes there, she knows some of the history. How the people are waiting for a prophecy to be fulfilled to end the long lasting winter and to find the lion who once ruled over the land.

I looked up to see the sun lowering over the countryside. Jo sat on the tree limb above me. Watching as the colors of the sky change.

"That's it" she said softly

"That's what?" I tried to follow her eyeline to see what she was seeing

"That's the color orange"

She was right. As the sun dipped below, the sky became a bright, burning orange. I tried to think of the time to try and return to this hour tomorrow to mix paints as Jo climbed down from the tree and sat beside me. She scanned my drawing. Ensuring that every detail matched precisely. I lifted the drawing a bit more so she could see.

"How's it looking?" I asked as eraser shavings fell off into the lawn

"It looks good. I think you've perfectly drawn him." she placed her hands against the ground and raised to her feet. "I'm excited to see this one painted. I think it'll be your best yet."

"My best yet huh?"

I closed the book and gathered my materials as we both made our way inside. It was always so quiet in the mansion. As big as it is, the only inhabitants are us, Ms. Macready, and Professor Kirke. It wasn't exactly kid friendly. The halls were lined with perfectly polished artifacts and antiques. An expensive seeming painting hung from nearly every wall. Precisely placed hall runners covering much of the hardwood surface. As soon as we came inside, we took off our shoes and made our way to our room. There were so many doors, and we didn't know what was inside most of them. We were only certain of where our room was and where the Professor's office was.

Professor Kirke was a kind man. Mostly enthusiastic, and extremely excited to have visitors. On the first few days we were here, he noticed our sadness and brought us into his office to tell us some stories from his youth about him and a friend. They seemed to cheer up Jo, for the most part. I just enjoy shutting my brain off and sitting in the comfort of his company. For whatever reason, Ms. Macready (Professor Kirke's housemaid) refuses to let us speak to him without being specifically requested. She says that his work is extremely important and he cannot be disrupted. So, the times we have gotten to speak to him have been scarce.

As we were approaching our room, a stern voice called to us.

"Girls, Professor Kirke would like to see you"

Appearing, seemingly out of nowhere, Ms. Macready stood at the top of the stairs leading to our room. Jo and I traded a knowing look, thanked her and made our way to the Professor's office. Upon arrival, I knocked on the door as Jo waited patiently behind me.

"Oh! Come in! It's open!"

We pushed open the door and entered the pristinely kept office. Neatly dusted, books alphabetized, pencils sharpened in their cup, leather chair shining from a real good polish. Professor Kirke smiled as we entered and gestured for us to take a seat in the brown plush chairs in front of his desk.

"I hope I have not disturbed your evening" he said as he closed the book he was studying and pushed it back into its spot. "But I had some news that pertained to the both of you since you bot-"

His sentence was cut short as his eyes landed on the sketchbook in my arms. I could feel my face get a bit hot. I had never really shown an adult my drawings. Only Jo had seen the contents of these pages before.

"Oh my, it seems we have an artist on our hands. May I?"

"Oh, yes you may" I spoke through a knot in my throat as I placed the book into his outstretched hand and felt suddenly as if my stomach plummeted.

Professor Kirke smiled gently at me as he placed the book onto his desk. He flipped to the first page. He studied it for a moment, then nodded and flipped onwards. With every page his smile grew. You could feel the child-like giddy as he moved onwards. My nervousness seemed to fade and become replaced with pride. I thought they were good, but it was really nice to see it written on someone's face.

"Lacey, these drawings ar-"

Professor Kirke's voice stopped abruptly. There was a sudden shift in his demeanor. The always happy and smiling professor was replaced with a shell. His eyes filled with a mixture of fear and sadness. His mouth slightly agape, as if frozen in place from speaking to me before. My mind raced to think of what drawing could possibly cause this reaction, but they were mostly buildings and scenescapes. He turned the book towards us and pushed it to where we could see it.

"How do you know of this place?" He asked as he pointed to a scenescape of a dark, frozen castle, covered in snow with icicles dripping from every ledge and a pack of wolves surrounding the drawbridge. Sculptures of animals made of ice sat right inside the front gate.

"Jo dreamed of it. She said it was the castle of the evil, ice witch. Right?" I looked to her for an explanation as Professor Kirke's head snapped in her direction.

"Elsa the White Witch" Jo responded, bringing the page closer to her, "she created the everlasting winter. She is their self proclaimed ruler, but they're just waiting for the prophecy to happen."

"You never said she had a name" I wracked my brain for any mention of this name before, but came up with nothing.

"I didn't learn it until recently," Jo shrugged and followed very matter of factly. "Or you would've"

"Did you say you learned this recently?" The Professor asked

"Yeah. Maybe a few nights ago."

"But where?"

"I go there in my dreams. That world needs help, and I've been trying to understand what's going on so that maybe I can help." she explained as she flipped through the sketchbook. "Lacey's drawings help me remember so I'm really starting to put it together now"

"How can you help a dreamland Jo?" I asked

"Don't sell her so short" Professor Kirke responded softly as he poured over the drawing. His sadness seemed to grow as he did.

"Just because you've never seen it doesn't mean it isn't real," Jo said. "I don't just make things up you know"

"I didn't mean it that way" I announced as I closed the book and took it back in my arms. "I don't think you make things up, but you yourself have to admit that it is extremely far-fetched."

"I don't admit anything" Jo snapped, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I know what's real and what isn't Lacey. That place is real. I can feel it."

"She does explain it with great detail" the Professor chimed in motioning towards the book in my arms. "Otherwise you could not have such detailed drawings. Down to the color of the ice sculptures and the way the stars align in the sky."

I stared blankly at him. He spoke with confidence. Almost as if he understood her.

"Professor Kirke," I said, "do you believe this land exists?"

He stared back at me. His round spectacles dramatize his very determined look. I could see the spark in his eyes. As if hearing a call to action. He looked down at the sketchbook once more then shook his head slightly as if to awaken himself from whatever came over him. Jo sighed and I could feel her disappointment from the response. I sighed as well and began to rise from my seat to leave when Professor Kirke spoke again.

"There is another family coming to stay with us until everything in London calms down"

"Another family?" Jo asked, seeming to pep up a bit from her disappointment.

"Yes Jo" he replied, "Four children. Two older siblings more Lacey's age, and two younger children more your age. They should be here within the next few days. Perhaps, you both could make a friend or two."

I nodded to him, and then left for Jo and I's room. It wasn't much. Two twin beds, decorated with the same bland sheets. Jo's books sat on her bedside table, and a desk under the window overlooking the front of the mansion held many different colors of paint along with a couple of pencils and a clock. How else was I to make the color of the sky if I couldn't look at it? I slammed down into the chair and flipped through the sketchbook. Hoping anything would seem to line up. To tell a story. To help me understand what was going on. But I could find nothing in these scenescapes to give me answers. If only I could draw people, I thought to myself, maybe it'd be easier to understand. Maybe I could see what they see. After minutes of examining every page, every rock, every stream, every flake of snow I closed the book defeated. I looked out to the sky made navy blue in the light of the moon. Almost, like the sky above that little mouse.

-Lacey

You can find the rest of this story on my Wattpad @ stfumendes it’s titled Disnia. There will be three books and love interest for both boys. 💕

[ddarker-dreams]

Lock can we get some Levi content please 🙏🏻

anything for my short king 🙌 here is a lil thingy for him

Reading is a leisurely pastime you haven't been able to partake in for what feels like ages. Letters, reports, maps, and the occasional newspaper made up the majority of your literary adventures. Utterly captivating as those options were, you longed to submerge yourself in fiction, a temporary reprieve from the tumultuous world you inhabit.

Members of the Survey Corps travel light, as the same suggests. You were essentially a nomadic people by how frequently you moved around. Books weren't considered essential enough to pack. That's why what you hold in your hands is so precious, a treasure to be cherished.

Presently, the lovestruck heroine is fleeing from the mysterious bachelor's home, a misunderstanding spurring her on. The author details her emotional turmoil, how her very heart is splitting in two—

—And then a pair of fingers snap in front of your face.

Indignant at the interruption, you lift your head, narrowing your eyes while you do so. Whoever had the audacity to interrupt your few minutes of free time could expect an unholy scolding. Your lips part, vitriol brimming on your tongue, until you make eye contact with steely blue eyes.

"Oh, Captain."

You give lackluster a salute that would've earned a punishment of infinite laps back in your trainee days.

Levi speaks your name with the same dry tone you used moments prior. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

You think to comment that he doesn't look very sorry but decide against it.

"... No."

"No?"

Slowly, you nod.

"It must be important, for you to do such a half-assed job and rush through your cleaning," he gives the book a disinterested glance. "Care to give a synopsis? I'm sure it's riveting."

Recalling the nature of the novel, your face warms, and you shut it a little too fast.

"Uh, it's, well, y'know one of those difficult to describe books."

"Maybe you should read a dictionary next so you have the words to properly explain it."

"Oh, great suggestion, hey—!"

He snatches it from your possession in the blink of an eye. You make one attempt to grab it back, but his seemingly supernatural senses stave off the attack. Wallowing in defeat, you sit back down, folding your arms across your chest and sighing over what is to come.

Levi's eyes scan the page you were at. His indifferent veneer fades away slightly and the corner of his lips twitches upward.

"So," the word hangs heavy in the air, the sadistic bastard taking his sweet time before saying anything else, "Do you think she should go back to him or not?"

You sink your head into your hands. "Definitely not. Anyone who taunts their partner when they're at their lowest is unforgivable."

"Mhm."

"Pure evil. The worst of the worst."

"Certainly," he deadpans. He places the book by your side, briefly assesses the area, then returns his attention to you. Assured that you're the only souls around, he leans over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Coarse fingers brush against your cheekbone as he retracts his hand. "Finish the chapter of your shitty book then redo the windows. I could see the streaks from a mile away."

You give him your sweetest expression.

"How about two chapters, my most benevolent Captain, who adores me so?"

"... It's down to two pages, since you decided to push it."

His lack of objection to the latter part of your sentence assuages any disappointment you could've possibly felt.

[the-real-big-man]

@the-jade-jester27

AHHH I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD ASK ABOUT MY CHARACTERS I'M SO SORRY!!

This is outrageous behavior on my end,,, so I've compiled a master list of the characters included in the 10th anniversary post! Just in case anyone else wanted to learn a bit more about the OCs involved in it!

I totally didn't have to draw her a new reference because of the fact that the one I was using was outdated and didn't have the pattern I changed it to in a different, unfinished piece.

This is Cotton! She's a Security Breach OC I made around 2022 ish? It's been a while. I mainly made her as a pseudo self insert, she's a very self indulgent character of mine because I got tired of trying to CONFORM and deny my Cringy rights.

>>>EDIT I FORGOT TO MENTION A COUPLE NON PLOT RELATED THINGS FOR COTTON: Mechanics wise Her eyes are LED screens so she can change expressions (and eye colors) at will. Her main feature though is her voice box, since it allows her to mimic the voices of the Animatronics at the Pizzaplex! She likes to use it to calm children down, by pretending their favorite Pizzaplex animatronic is calling them through her and giving a few in character words of encouragement! Of course, this kind of voicebox is primarily meant to play soothing lullabies to lull children to sleep, since her area used to be riight under Sun and Moon's balcony, and it was meant to be a naptime nook with a bunch of pillows and lots of glow in the dark stars. That's about it for the edit though, I just forgot those last couple of details for her.

Story wise, she's the assistant to the Daycare Attendants Sun and Moon, she just helped around the Daycare a lot. A lotta fluff there since they were in a very lovey dovey kinda relationship until an accident at the Daycare caused her to be permanently removed and any records of her completely wiped from the Pizzaplex's system. She lives under the Pizzaplex now in that area where you find all the Endos, there's a section in this kinda AU where they shoved all the equipment from the old Daycare into ("The old Daycare" being the one we see in the Trailers for Security Breach).

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Alright, the next two characters in that post are Dolly and Alice (Dolly being the cat and Alice being the bunny/hare). Both are Security Breach redesigns for characters I've had even longer than Cotton, and their stories are not as fleshed out unfortunately. At least in Security Breach the idea was that they both ran a section of the Pizzaplex that was a roller skating rink, it had two floors (the second overlooking the rink itself, kinda like a balcony? I don't know how to explain it) and it's very cool and awesome. Mechanics wise they're both pretty speedy, and when Gregory manages to dismantle them Freddy obtains Dolly's roller skates and Alice's hearing/ears. Essentially, speed boost from Dolly and you hear a little jingle when you're near an item while inside of Freddy, their whole area is entirely optional from my perspective since they're kinda like DJMM where they don't have any real plot relevance.

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Just in case these are also the original designs for Dolly and Alice! They're both a part of a smaller spinoff Fazbear's location set around the same time as FNAF 2 ish (mainly saying that because they're loosely based off of the Toy animatronics)? Dolly's design is based off of some Carhop designs I saw some years ago, because she is a Carhop at this location (She's supposed to "skate" up to parked cars to take their orders and then deliver the food when it's ready.) Alice's design is meant to be a family friendly version of Hooters, mainly because I couldn't think of a different design idea for her. She's the Animatronic that skates around indoors, same type of job as Dolly, just indoors. The location concept wise anyways is about as large as the original FNAF 1 location (which is to say not at all).

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That's about it in terms of characters? The only other character in that post is Sun/Sundrop but that's more or less just my design for the character since I wanted to make him look more cohesive with Cotton's design (since they're meant to be a pair if that makes sense). I have to update Sun/Moon's references BUT I do have an MS Paint shitpost of Moon in the updated outfit so I'll leave it below. (it's mainly a joke but this is quite possibly the only proper reference i have for the outfit so you'll have to bear with me here.)

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UPDATE NUMBER 2: Heyyyy it's me, back at this post because I wanted to update it to mention that I actually finished their references! Their... second batch of references... Yes I put Cotton in there again, mainly because I wanted a height reference (and it's somewhat also in reference to their older ref sheet.

There's also a Nighttime/Dark alt to said ref because I wanted to show off their glow in the dark, since yeah Moon and Cotton glow in the dark. How does that work? Hell if I know, I just think it's cute, cut me some slack here!

[realm-sweet-realm]

Do you have any headcanons for Giovanni and Ariana's relationship?

I do!

Simply put, this is a complicated and unconventional relationship between two bad people who are on essentially the same page about it.

-As the leader of Team Rocket, an organization that's been in the family for a few generations, Giovanni faced a certain amount of pressure to marry for power and produce heirs. He didn't want that. He didn't want to deal with some upper-class housewife who would hassle him about things like "monogamy" and "taking time off work for the family." Ariana similarly faced pressure to marry someone rich and powerful who would want her to settle down and felt like her only other options were either to date way below her station (ew) or to live a loveless life for the sake of her career. One night she and Giovanni got drunk and complained to each other about this, and they were both like, "Wait, idea!"

-They basically made a relationship contract before their first date to make sure they wouldn't tie each other down. It's an open relationship and they both sleep with other people when they're traveling for work. Giovanni promised that Ariana wouldn’t have to take off more time for pregnancy and the like than she wanted and could come right back to work once she'd had a kid and was ready- she could think of it as one more assignment for her role as Team Rocket Executive.

-The actual courtship between them is a lot of fun. Think dates in the Team Rocket blimp or Giovanni's cruise ship, candlelit dinners, dancing, and the like. They love each others' company and are completely on the same page when it comes to the excitement of making Team Rocket a powerful organization, often spending long periods talking about their schemes, whether past, present or future. In a lot of ways, they are incredibly in sync.

-...but moments like these can be far between. Giovanni is married to his work and his other interests, and he travels for work often so they're often physically separated.

-Got married on the Team Rocket blimp with both their families and all the other executives in attendance. Jessie and James were there as servers, and nearly crashed the blimp through their shenanigans but managed to correct things before anyone noticed.

-Some part of Ariana would like more of Giovanni's attention and affection, but, well, that's how all the executives feel. Welcome to the club, Ariana. She doesn't care for the selfishness and lack of commitment he showed when he left Team Rocket for three years and wishes she could give him an earful for it, but once again, welcome to the club. They all wish they could give Giovanni a little more pushback, she's not special (as much as she pretends to be when she has her sassy little arguments with Archer over which of them is more important to him). But hey, she gets to go on dates with a rich and charming man and also be an imposing criminal in her own right. They're both happy, even though they're not a huge part of each others' lives compared to most married couples, nor is it the most egalitarian relationship.

-They are horrendously uninvolved parents. Their kids (Silver and Mars, who was originally named "Copper") were largely raised by nannies and whoever else was around. Giovanni and Ariana sometimes showed up for the fun parts of parenting, Ariana less so because she enjoyed it less, but that was it. On the bright side, Giovanni never pushed Team Rocket on the kids unless they seemed interested. To him, it was more important that Team Rocket be handed off to someone who wanted it rather than just any blood family member. They did, however, instill Giovanni's ideas of power and the world being dog-eat-dog into them.

-When their kids left after Giovanni's disappearance, they reacted less as though loved ones had disappeared and might be in danger and more as though a project of theirs hadn't worked out. They searched for a short while but gave up quickly and moved on even quicker.

[auxiliarydetective]

Introducing...

✨️ EZORI ✨️ The Heart of the Enterprise ✨️

Please click on the image for better quality, I'm begging you-

The las time that I didn’t add rambles under my OC concept design, I got an ask wondering where they were, so here you go. I'm gonna make a separate post about the Aenar headcanons I put into her design (yes, she is an Aenar in case you couldn't tell), so this is just gonna be about her specifically - and the complicated-ass uniform, because I have a few bones to pick with it.

Ezori is wearing a lot of jewelry because her job before joining the Enterprise was that she was a piercer. Aboard the Enterprise, she's mostly chilling, but she does still occasionally do piercings when asked for it.

Little golden freckles <3 - She's in the sun a lot compared to her kin

The little triangle-shaped earring dangling from her right ear is the Starfleet/Federation logo.

She's not wearing the black undershirt that goes under the standard-issue uniform and she's not wearing that electric blue underwear either. Not even a grey t-shirt. Instead, I chose to give her a white bustier, both to have her wear as few layers as possible for temperature regulation reasons and as a nod to her culture's clothes being mostly snow-white.

Notice how her uniform doesn't have the shoulder section with the division color stripes. This is because she isn't actually part of Starfleet.

As a whole, for her uniform, I essentially took to fusing together the early version and updated version of the main jumpsuit and the provisional uniform (aka the Sim jumpsuit). With some adjustments for realism and whatnot.

She has the simple sleeves and (for some pockets) the pocket flaps of the Sim uniform.

The name tag comes from the updated standard uniform, but there are no epaulettes (since she has no rank) and there's no mission patch on the right sleeve (since she has no mission - she's not in Starfleet). The reason why she does have an assignment patch on her left sleeve is basically a move of "If lost, please return to the crew of the Enterprise". She has the name tag earlier than her crewmates for practicality reasons. Ezori is nonverbal and giving her a name tag means she doesn't have to verbally introduce herself.

The pockets are where I made the most changes because none of them made sense. Well, most of them. Looking at the various ENT uniforms, a lot of times I asked myself "What the hell would you even put in those?" - I mean, yay, pockets, a lot of later uniforms don't seem to have pockets at all, but maybe make the pockets functional? With a lot of them, they were either very weirdly placed or irrationally big. Apparently, the right chest area also had, like, 11 pencil pockets? But they were really slim? I opted for putting pockets in around the same area but making them smaller/more functional. You can also imagine that multiple of them have folded edges, so they have more volume than you might think from the drawing alone - which may also have been the case for the on-screen uniforms, but that doesn't really fix the issue of "Why are they so big???" Also, I gave a lot of pockets flaps so they stay closed and whatever you put in there doesn't fall out when you bend over.

All of her zippers have bigger and more tactile pull tabs than standard uniforms because Ezori is blind and this just makes things easier for her.

The tail hoops! The freaking tail hoops! I knew I wanted rings around the tail, but I needed a way to keep them in place. So, the big hoops are held in place by semi-transparent rings that are snug around the tail. This is also how the hair net chains are held in place, except they're attached at the base of the antennae.

You can't really see it that well with her spikes flat against her tail, but you can in the splayed-out version: She has little gold rings placed around her tail between the bases of the various spike sets.

She also has a bellybutton piercing which you can't see here

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

Also tagging: @enterprise-come-in

[fungalittleweirdo]

Villain Rise Mikey Thoughts: Part Two

a continuation of my first villain mikey post ! this is where it gets more m-rated (using archive ratings) so i'm thinking people 17+ can proceed reading, if you're sixteen about to turn seventeen that's fine too but anyone below that, please do not read !!

cw: graphic depictions of violence, drugs, addiction

i left off on fifteen year old mikey discovering a love for baking edibles

it started off small but eventually he started growing his own green and selling in the hidden city

he made connections and they started helping him out– he was a small business owner, keeping his head down, until he crosses paths with a yokai who knows certain recipes for a higher selection of products (if you know my ccc au ocs, prion, a manticore yokai, and carmine, the daughter of boss bruce from the masters of barbarianism, are part of mikey's hidden city inner circle)

mikey agrees to learning the recipes because the money is coming in quickly and he doesn't even have to steal anymore

draxum catches on to what mikey's doing and he's skeptical about it– how will this help with destroying the humans ?

mikey may dislike humans, but he doesn't necessarily want to destroy them.

subduing them sounds more like his style.

draxum's like "oh ! carry on then son !" (he's such a proud dad)

big mama catches on to mikey's operation and how it's taking away from her own criminal empire's revenue, so he's seen as a competitor.

he had picked up on newer recipes, better than with mere mystic weed, he cooks with mystic mushrooms (his mushroom tarts are BOMB) and makes synthetic substances (i.e. acid, mdma, amphetamine) separately.

after big mama tries to sic the hidden city police on mikey, he moves back up to the surface after conferring with his inner circle that they could take care of things without big mama getting in the way

he moves back to brooklyn and does what he always did, tagging buildings, stealing, killing– but that brought media attention.

as much as villain mikey loves to have fun, he goes on to start business topside, stopping his usual criminal activity.

after using his mystic powers sparingly for a while so that he could heal post krang, he makes portals for deliveries from the hidden city, then he starts baking.

he finally kidnaps a few humans to keep as pets, using them to test doses rather than dote on them like they're pets (they're essentially "lab rats", but he doesn't like the fact that donnie would dub them that, so pets it is).

his edibles are considerably smaller for humans, but costly for good reason.

he opens a mutant friendly bakery/cafe establishment as a front, hiring meat sweats as the head chef because he's been a pain in his brother's asses for years.

mikey hires other mutants and a human to work the cafe.

he doesn't really like the thought of them in charge of selling his goods, even if it's just regular food and drink (the mutants and a human employee are also ccc au ocs of mine, ziva, oscar, and miwa kutsuki)

after mikey is done testing all the products on his pets, he goes back to the hidden city with them, giving them to draxum for him to mutate.

he watches the process for the first time, watching how their bones snap and twist, the blood they cough out as they claw and grip at each other in the vat of empyrean they're thrown in.

that's when mikey realises... draxum put his brothers through that. put him through that.

he was a mere hatchling.

he realised his father isn't as good as he thought he was, therefore going mystic on him for a good reason.

draxum can't talk mikey down from it this time, it's only when he accidentally opens a portal in front of raph that the "red angel of preventing harm" busts in with his ninpo and hugs mikey tightly, whispering in his ear that he's safe and he doesn't have to hurt anyone.

mikey suddenly remembers what he did to raph when they were little and stops, the chains burning and choking draxum loosening and fading as he collapses back on the ground of his lab.

"i... i don't want to hurt my family."

after that ordeal, twenty year old mikey leaves the country, making a portal all the way to south america where he finds another hidden city to hide away in.

he loses his boredom motive to wreak havoc, deciding to start honest work there for a while until some yokai approaches him with a plant he's never seen before in new york's hidden city.

he starts growing it with him and they start a business together.

mikey learns how to make flour out of this plant and bakes edibles with hallucinogenic effects, just like his mushroom tarts.

after a while, mikey brings this plant back to the states and starts selling, revenue growing exponentially on the east coast.

he finds out meat sweats completely took over his bakery/cafe, renaming it and stealing millions from him.

meat sweats also fired everyone, since ziva stole food from her job because she couldn't eat and afford her apartment, oscar wasn't focused on his tasks, and miwa turned out to be an undercover agent from japan.

luckily, rupert swaggart only knew the weed recipe, otherwise mikey would have been cooked.

he had been meaning to cut off his weed supply anyway, especially since he found the flower down in south america.

mikey moves out of brooklyn to have an apartment in tribeca, manhattan, closer to where his new business could be.

he opens a new bakery/cafe in the financial district, it attracts all the upper class businessmen with fixed lifestyles.

and for whoever knows the business is a front, it also attracts the substance addicts looking for something better.

mikey gets rich quickly, but he keeps his studio apartment in tribeca, buying out the whole building instead of renting.

he installs his own greenhouse at the top after the city grants him permission, which alerts his brothers of his location.

he dismantles it and decides to rent all around manhattan, an apartment in each district.

mikey housed homeless mutants in his extra apartments, but his hospitality ran very thin.

the only rules were not to trash the place and to cover for him if anyone comes up to the door and asks for him.

villain mikey grows extra paranoid in his twenties, he feels as though everyone is out to get him, even his regular clients.

he bakes as a stress reliever, manages his bakery/café under an alias.

sometimes he works at the till with a cloaking brooch after long periods of isolation, just to interact with people.

after all the years he's been ingesting mystic weed, he hadn't tried anything else, knowing it could affect him as a business owner.

then after a depressive episode, twenty three year old mikey tries his trademarked mdma.

he joins the rave scene and makes connections there, as well as getting a few new willing pets to try his south american mystic baked goods so his demographic expands.

carmine comes up topside, telling mikey she needs him back in the hidden city.

so mikey returns and finds that prion, his right hand yokai, died from an overdose of mystic opioids, which he thought was bullshit because prion swore he would never touch the crap.

he knew that big mama was behind prion's death and decided to set fire to her auction houses, her third biggest revenue source.

he dipped into mania, selling full sized mystic pastries to whoever asked.

it's been years since mikey talked to his dad.

draxum was converted to his brothers' side and no longer resided in the hidden city.

he used to take pride in who his father was, now looking at him made him ill.

it was time boss bruce made his successor the donna of the masters of barbarianism, proving her worth by managing mikey's drug operation well in the hidden city for a decade.

carmine was allowed a few months before her induction, so mikey decided to bring her up topside.

being a tall dragon lady, she's bound to turn heads, so she wore a cloaking brooch whenever she went out with mikey.

mikey started coming down from mania and carmine was there for all of it, helping him get clean and caring for him when he was crashing.

he always really liked carmine, but everything had to be kept professional, right ? right ?

carmine had to return from her surface vacation to follow in her father's footsteps, and mikey was left alone again to manage everything.

he's sober for the most part, mystic weed still keeps him calm so he doesn't get aggressive.

by the time he reaches his late twenties, villain mikey gets bored again.

what – or rather who – will satisfy him ?

[kalijhomentethi]

Headcanons: Coven Verse

They came to Akali encircling from the tree canopy at an impossible speed, their taunts leading her deeper still into the Elderwood until at last she was lost. Then a voice whispered the choice right into her ear: die in these woods alone or emerge in their charge. And so she walked out of the woods... straight into the arms of the Coven.

The text above is her base Coven skin description. Based on “They came to Akali encircling from the tree canopy at an impossible speed," I figured that the "they" in question pertains to the ravens since they're the common theme in her base and prestige skins. I’ve written something in response to an ask from Han because Coven Evelynn has multiple voice lines that call someone "little dove.” In my reply, I never mentioned Akali worshipping a god, just that she has a connection with the ravens. She can feel the ravens' hunger and her weapons are her "feathers" that can siphon souls from people she kills. These souls empower her and feed the ravens.

I never said Akali worships a god but I did say in my post that she has lands she can call her own (or at least the ravens'). This is because:

I’m leaning more towards the ravens being the source of her power instead of a god.

She was let out of the woods because she joined the Coven but she's there not as an entirely willing follower or because of loyalty/belief in their cause. So, she's essentially the coven's hitman instead of an eager witch.

Lore confusing. Akali is with Nami’s Coven in the trailer BUT Nami says the Leviathan will kill other forgotten gods AND Nami’s skin description says she forsakes her Coven and sacrifices everyone to the Leviathan.

Continuing with the lore confusing part, I checked out the other Coven skins and only Syndra shares the raven theme. Her description mentions the “Horned King.” Is the Leviathan the Horned King? I checked the trailer to see if the Leviathan had horns, but it only seems that way because of the head shape instead of having actual horns.

Why ravens when the Leviathan is water-based? I also considered Akali and Syndra being followers of Morgana’s god instead, but Morgana’s skin description mentions a different name, the “Ashen Owl.”

Eventually, @agonizedembrace asked me if I already checked out Nami’s voicelines. I completely forgot her Coven skin is legendary. So, I opened up the SkinSpotlights voice video. I skipped to check if Nami had any voicelines for Akali and found out I WAS RIGHT!

I was right with Akali not worshipping anyone! Believe me when I say I was super giddy when I found out about these voicelines since these confirm my initial lore for Akali. She may be part of a Coven but she’s not a believer/follower of any of the old or forgotten gods. She only had to join a Coven so she could live and get out of the Elderwood. And Nami’s voiceline when she kills Akali completely makes sense because I said earlier that Akali wouldn’t want to be involved with someone who wants to sacrifice everyone (implying that Akali herself would eventually be part of that lot). So, Akali definitely tries to escape or betray Nami’s Coven at one point.

Evelynn

Enter: Evelynn. It's due to how Nami runs her coven that led to Han bringing up the fact that Akali and Evelynn would be enemies. However, she also mentioned that Evelynn's father is dead and that she's a demigod. Han jokingly said to come worship Eve while I was explaining my Coven Akali thoughts. But then she searched through Coven Evelynn’s voicelines and—

This is perfect because this gives Akali extra motivation to leave Nami's coven and would give more depth to Nami's kill line. Evelynn setting Akali "free" also works since the last line in my reply to Han's ask is that she went to Evelynn's lands because it's Evelynn's.

Moreover: Bird voiceline!! You know who else involves birds circling prey and feeding on people? Akali. I like the idea of Akali ending up on Evelynn's side and hanging around her. Not just as a Coven witch with a connection to ravens, but as someone who can turn into a mass of ravens, akin to the trope of vampires transforming into bats.

Lee Sin

Now, my Coven verse also involves @ionianelder. Since Akali's Coven skin was made official, Doll wanted to change up a part of Lee's Coven verse to match mine and have my Akali be her daughter. Lee Sin is able to announce prophecies but only those part of the Coven are able to decipher their true meanings. Outsiders only hear riddles, warnings, and incoherent threats. That means that Akali was unable to understand Lee Sin's words in the beginning.

But here's something interesting: Evelynn turns into a bird in her recall. Akali is also bird-themed.

With Akali not having the ability to properly communicate with Lee Sin at first, Lee Sin simply told Akali that she'd find answers: With a flock of birds with different feathers. Cryptic and gives away very little but everything would make sense once the Coven and Evelynn enter the picture.

Prestige Coven Akali

Arriving clad in a bold and sporty body suit, Akali's gala attire has us all spellbound. Subversive and on the cutting edge of fashion, she's fierce and redefines how we think of the wicked witch of the woods.

This is her official Prestige description and honestly I'm not a fan of it. Prestige Coven LeBlanc and Zyra have actual descriptions with a bit of lore involving them dying and come back in another form.

So, I'm having Akali also die :)

Nami succeeds in killing Akali, thus fulfilling the conditions for the Leviathan. Her ravens scatter, fluttering away from the scene wildly, only barely guided by the faint call of the Great Harrier in the wind. It leads and draws the ravens to a familiar soul, to Evelynn, who senses something is wrong.

Upon her body being found, Akali is then reborn with Evelynn's demigod blood. Her feathers have been stained red and glint with newfound power. Her hair turning white symbolizes the loss of a life.

[toonlegion]

REVIEW: Suicide Squad Kill The Justice League

"Repost from a comment I made on a video"

Meh, that the long and short of it for me. It's a decent enough shooter, fun transversal and the bosses are decent (though the Batman one could've been better, I heard Twitter gushing about the role reversal of being hunted by him, but it's just an interactive cutscene near the start of the game. The proper showdown isn't as inventive, if anything I'm annoyed they had to ruin the mystique of Knight's ending). But the story I honestly could care less about.

Suicide Squad has just been a "whatever" bunch to me across all media I've seen them in and it's usually always the same plot: forced into service, a lot of bickering while doing a mission, think they see a way out of Waller's grasp, it goes fubar, complete mission, right back where they started. It doesn't help I don't like Amanda at all, she was at least decent in the JL toon, but each appearance since then has slowly turned up her bitchiness and this game REALLY extenuated that to the point I was groaning anytime she comes back into play. No offense to Deborah Wilson, loved her since the MadTV days and normally enjoy seeing her digital self in stuff like the new Call of Duty and the Jedi souls-like games. But the writing here makes me want to tear my ears out every time she's ranting and raving, even when the squad is doing their jobs as ordered. Jesus, even Nick Fury on his bad days wasn't this bad. Beyond that, I was just shrugging, some bits did make me chuckle and most had me groaning at how try-hard to be edgy or comedic, felt like a New 52 version of this setting with the tone-deafness.

They don't really do anything with the Justice League other then being mustache twirling villains via the mind control, save Diana and even she hardly does much with her scant appearances because the plot can't work if she manages to save the day. Especially wasn't fond how some of the JL get send off, yeah Batman's death felt disingenuous and I really feel sorry for Arkham-verse fans that they now have to be reminded of this game down the line when they replay those games. But at the least his had gravatas to it (and I'm not heartless, I did like the little tribute they gave to Kevin at the end). Flash? Gets peed on after he's defeated. Lantern, decent but ruined by Deadshot's one liner, and Superman, oh that ONE pissed me off because they don't even bat an eye at him before the game moves on with he plot. Superman, man of steel, one of the most popular heroes, is just a damn footnote in this game. Are you kidding me?!

After that, I honestly didn't care anymore, about Brainiac, about the multi-verses and the Brainiacs that control them essentially pulling a Kang the Conqueror situation (and no I don't care about spoilers, this game doesn't care about the fans why should I?). By the end, it essentially ends on "Hey congrats you beat it but this is just part 1 of the story, more to come. Pay us money in the live service to see the rest of it in the season passes."

Speaking of, why did they have to make this an online only game on launch? Crashed a few times setting you back a ways, glitches that turned the enemies into statues, and several soft-locks. Ugh, there's a reason off-line modes are a thing from the start. Say what you will about Resident Evil 6, I know how many fans loathe that game, but Capcom at the least had the sense to include that mode on launch. So how is it Rocksteady didn't have that same thought process? Really only good thing I can say is it does look fun with friends from most videos I've seen and I guess that's what they're aiming for to keep it afloat. I've seen some people on Twitter liking it but let's see if those same masses will stay loyal for the long haul.

Again it's decent, the game's world is huge I will give it that, but doesn't give you much to do outside same missions of break shield, defend car, destroy cannon, take out horde, defend this routines. Nor does Metropolis feel as characterized as Arkham City and Gotham in "Knight". With those, I wanted to explore and see the nooks and crannies of it. Here, it feels cluttered and a lot of buildings look the same, very little stands out to me. Maybe because the game doesn't really let you breathe with the constant alien attacks to do so. Oh but the Riddler challenges are back.... Why? "Knight" burned me out on these, so I did not care when he returned and was wondering why he was even here in the first place. They couldn't pick anyone else for this? And level up is just, eh. You grind, you get better guns and costumes, ho hum. At the least it's faster then Gotham Knights.

Overall this is just average, a step up in presentation but really lacking that quality of the previous Arkham games. You'll either dig it or your won't, it's already divisive on social media as is. So all I can say, play it yourself if your curious and make your own judgement. At the least, it's not a must-buy, if you wanna wait, be my guest, you won't be missing anything if you do and you have plenty of other games to keep you busy in the meantime (Tekken 8, Like A Dragon Infinite Wealth, and the upcoming Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth at the time of this writing).

[thesinglesjukebox]

KYLIE MINOGUE - PADAM PADAM

[7.12]

And the beat goes on...

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: "This already feels so omnipresent, so much like background noise, that it's difficult to remember actually having a strong opinion on it. I think that the sense of crushing, inevitable momentum destroying everything in its path was very much a function of its design and was already there prior to overplaying, but I can't be 100% certain." [8]

Ian Mathers: It's kind of simultaneously both the most and least surprising thing in the world that Kylie would have a hit in 2023. Having heard of the title before hearing the song I never would have guessed it was onomatopoeia for a heart beating (and a very not-fun part of my psyche points out to me every time I listen that "Padam" is not how I'd represent what it sounds like they're singing here in text), but the abstraction suits a song that always feels chilly and in control however horny and passionate the subject matter is. It's a pretty strict machine Kylie's driving these days, but she gets a lot of mileage out of it. [8]

Will Rivitz: Art often requires its context to make sense, but context does not so much justify "Padam Padam" as it does fully stitch it together from thin air. In its moment in time, the song was a two-month fever dream, bare skin and heavy-pour vodka sodas and nitrate fumes united by camp sincerity and knowing winks, "padam" as a statement of purpose and clarity. By itself, the song blows over in a light breeze, an immediately dated EDC mainstage reject immediately forgotten if lightning had not struck. On one hand, "Padam Padam" is so inextricably interwoven with the fever dream of this past summer that the climate it ushered in by necessity makes it essential; on the other hand, this is Kylie frickin' Minogue we're talking about, and the standards she's set for herself demand a song that can stand on its own. [6]

Peter Ryan: Arguably one of the progenitors of memeability, Kylie has certainly understood it far longer than it's been a thing. Some memes make better songs than others though, and after a little breather after this summer of Padam I feel like I hear it more clearly -- synths that I wish were crisper, a clattering chorus that gets muddled to my ear, and -- both in single and extended editions -- a bridgeless wonder. "Shivers & cold champagne" is up there for Kylie place-setting, but I prefer this kind of thing from her when there's a little more to it. [6]

Josh Winters: As someone who has spent much of the past few years as a hermit, I ended up avoiding "Padam"'s reign over Pride month quite naturally. I don't know what it was like for the gays, theys, and babies who weren't there for the fever she spread with "Can't Get You Out of My Head" in 2001. To me, this is typical Kylie: a well-traveled wanderer slinking her way into our common ear to get to the heart of our most primal sensibilities. This time, the dart landed on the bullseye, giving her a viral sensation that could work as a FIFA World Cup theme, Eurovision entry, aforementioned Pride anthem, any other opportunity for collective enjoyment you may be thinking of. For those who have reduced "Padam" to Another Basic Bop and were banging their heads against the wall over the summer as to WHY THEY CAN'T ESCAPE THIS SONG... well! You hear it and you know. [8]

Rachel Saywitz: Did we actually like this song in May, or were we that desperate for a song of the summer pop hit? Regardless, "Padam Padam" is cute, if not entirely forgettable. There's something kind of "robot sexy vixen" about it, which allows me to excuse bland verses like "And we don't need to use our words / Wanna see what's underneath that T-shirt." The chorus is no doubt the track's standout; Kylie's minor third "padam" gives off a false hesitancy that's commanding in its naiveté, and is even more convincing knowing the woman singing it. I don't think "Padam Padam" the song will be in our collective consciousness a year from now, but the phrase most definitely will. [6]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: I dismissed the "Padam"-mania of June 2023 as a Commonwealth-country bout of exuberance -- but then I remembered I lived in Canada now and felt obligated to check it out. On further examination, this bangs exactly the right amount. It's not a revelatory, best-of-the-century reinvention of the core principles of dance music, but it's not just "good for someone who's been making music since Bob Hawke was in office" either. Most dance pop artists in Kylie's lineage would kill for a track as well-struck as this. It's a fascinating exercise in tension and release, a song lifted up from generic dancefloor filler by Kylie's mastery of the form. [7]

Vikram Joseph: For a song so evidently catchy and meme-able, "Padam Padam" looks surprisingly threadbare up close. It certainly hints at some of Kylie's most iconic moments, in particular the motorik future-pop of "Can't Get You Out Of My Head," but it doesn't seem to aspire to the same delirium, instead content to be slinky and understated. It has strong production values and a distinct sense of atmosphere, but the line between being minimal and lightweight is a very fine one -- "Padam" is more than serviceable as wallpaper, but as an image in itself is oddly lacking in pleasure. [6]

Will Adams: For the longest time I thought the line in "Can't Get You Out of My Head" went "boy, your love is a song I think about." The concept of the one you're yearning for being like a song endlessly looping in your head just made sense. What made even more sense is said song materializing as mesmerizing Euro-pop with a wordless la-la-la hook. Realizing what the actual lyric was years after the fact didn't diminish my love for it, but I wondered if that essence could ever be captured again. In 2023, I got my answer: "Padam Padam" burst into the world, and with just two-syllables, burrowed into our brains forever. The hallmarks of its predecessor were all there, namely, that hypnotic quality that refuses to leave you, asking a very simple question -- "padam?" -- and boom: you're experiencing love as a song you think about. [9]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: The Kylie Minogue songs I love pull you into her current state of mind. In "Can't Get You Out of My Head," it's the way she convinces you of her infatuation via sustained melodies--"set me free," "stay forever and ever" -- before it fully materializes in the onomatopoeic hook. Here, I'm left to do the heavy lifting, the song all good and fine for bopping around but with none of the release, nothing resembling palpable sensuality. I don't want pop songs or dancefloor crushes to be things I have to think about. And even when I am thinking about this track, I'm left even more disappointed: It lacks the chic sophistication of her artsier '90s works, the spectacular camp of her other Eurovision-y songs, the mesmerizing arrangement of the superior 2023 single "Tension." Worst of all, it doesn't even fail in spectacular fashion. [3]

Jibril Yassin: Easily one of Kylie's best hooks since the last best one. [7]

Katherine St Asaph: I wrote at length elsewhere about the ruthless efficiency of "Padam Padam," and how much knowing Ina Wroldsen wrote the song unlocks it. How many pa-da-dams can I take? Apparently a lot! [8]

Brad Shoup: I like this because it sounds like sex -- unlike "Can't Get You Out of My Head," which sounds like business-class air travel. The synthline warps with anticipation; the pitched-down padams keep things a lil goofy. Lostboy and Wroldsen have so thoroughly written a one-night stand, they've even covered the following days' afterglow. [8]

Jonathan Bradley: Sure, when Kylie goes out, she wants to go out dancing. I've heard her attempt this disco revival any number of times over the past 20 years; it's not clear why this should be the one that hits. Even as far as heartbeat bops go -- the notion that an aortal thump could be a dancefloor beat is not new -- "Padam Padam" is particularly anemic. [4]

Anna Katrina Lockwood: What a breathtakingly perfect pairing of song with performer. Mononymous Australian legend Kylie brings a deftness of hand to the breathy minimalism of "Padam Padam" borne of her decades of experience in her niche. Much like Kylie's indelible "Can't Get You Out of my Head," the meat of "Padam Padam" is a perfectly deployed arpeggiator, building complexity without adding weight. It's both lighter than air and grounded in the physicality of the bassline, precision calibrated for moving your body. The lyrics are a bit goofy, but this is a woman who made an extended phrase of "la la la" ad nauseum into a vocal riff for the ages, so they work just fine. The only thing I dislike is the sub-three-minute runtime of the single edit--the ending feels abrupt, and wrong to my ears. Heck, I could even go for a longer version than the extended four-minute version--god knows Kylie can handle it. [9]

Alfred Soto: To argue that Kylie Minogue has spent thirty-five years (!) distilling her essence to this song's title doggerel would upset no fan. She could try harder, you can also argue: 2020's "Say Something" was my pandemic winter jam. But if she wanted to get my ass shaking she could not have tried less. [7]

Nortey Dowuona: This would've been ignored back in 2010 when it was actually groundbreaking, and millennials are now nostalgic for the Obama administration (which you really shouldn't be). When the dynamic drum programming sparks to life during the first chorus, then slides through the second verse, it gets cut off by the 4/4 kick thumping like a racing heartbeat, then slips back down. That couldn't have happened then, since building to a massive drop was the only idea allowed (until Disclosure came through and crushed the buildings). Maybe it's actually 2013 nostalgia, but 2013 wasn't long enough for nostalgia. [7]

Joshua Lu: When this song first dropped, I was reminded of "Timebomb," a similarly straightforward bop that felt focus-tested to be played on loop at the WeHo Barry's Bootcamp, replete with generic lyrics and an anonymous vocal performance from Kylie. "Padam Padam" is elevated, however, by the dark, gloopy slap house instrumental, making each listen feel like a slow descent into a swirling tangle of velvet and strobe lights. The sound suits Kylie remarkably well. [7]

Dorian Sinclair: I put off listening to this song for ages for the silliest possible reason, which is that I wanted to maintain my delusion that an Edith Piaf cover had inexplicably taken over Gay Twitter. My partners eventually convinced me to listen to the real track though, and while it may not be Piaf, it's a great, slinky dance number. Give me a moody, sinuous melody over a throbby synth beat, and I'll get on the floor -- Kylie claims another victim. [8]

Alex Clifton: I can't actually figure out a way to write an elegant, coherent review for this song because I love it so much, so: THIS SLAPS!!!!!! [9]

Aaron Bergstrom: The "sad banger" (happy music, sad lyrics) is such a time-honored pop staple that it gets NYT coverage. "Padam Padam" is fascinating because it's a rare example of the opposite. The lyrics are boilerplate club-night fantasy, but the undercurrent of darkness running through the track is unmistakeable. It's built on ever-so-slight dissonance, ominous in a way that you ignore at your own peril. Its not quite Kylie's telltale heart, but she's the only one who can tell you how this ends. [7]

Oliver Maier: Classic, clinical Kylie in a contemporary coat of paint. It's easy enough to imagine someone else singing this, it's just hard to imagine liking it as much. [9]

David Moore: This would be the blurb where I'd share my thoughts on "AI vocals," while stubbornly insisting on calling them something less snappy and more cumbersome like machine learning tools instead. But alas, this is not KylieAI (Grimes is trying that; so far it appears not to be a disaster). Just goes to show that you can get all the unsettling, impersonal, not-quite-there-ness of machine learning with a good old-fashioned celebrity work ethic and a joyless but brutally effective chorus that makes you wonder why this singing disembodied head is asking you to take off its "clothes." [7]

Leah Isobel: I was thinking recently about Britney Spears (as I usually am). Specifically, I was thinking about how -- despite the comparisons to Madonna that followed her around for the boom years of her career -- she was much more of a Kylie Min-analogue. Both women center embodied pleasure and the search of it in their work; both favor specific and brilliant deployments of texture and persona over technical vocal skill; neither seemed to ever go out of her way to court critical favor. (Well, Kylie tried it once.) The difference, though, is that where Britney's persona is guileless, Kylie knows. Her work is animated by the gap between the innocence that her songs' lyrics suggest and the omniscient, unearthly confidence that she projects as a vocal presence, a confidence that allows her to literally transcend the limits of the body and sing from the perspective of song itself. Song desires only to transmit itself, to arc across the globe from satellite to satellite, from ear to open ear; this is its purpose, its sole dispensation. From this perspective, all of humanity begins to blur into a shapeless, featureless, consuming mass: when Kylie delivers "You look a little like somebody I know," the gap between "somebody" and "I" renders the lyric as two separate statements. You look like somebody, anybody. I know. In Kylie's hands, song flattens; it is not a possibility space, but a negation space, in which people become interchangeable, sellable images. It is the void at the heart of the world, reaching out to grasp. It hears. It knows. [7]

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[evita-shelby]

I've had an idea for a Thomas Shelby x reader where the reader was this sort of red sparrow-esque Russian spy (Russia and the UK were both allies in ww1). Somehow, they met and had a few run-ins during the war. Like, maybe in between missions she used his tunnels to travel because they were a safer and more low-key way to get past enemy lines, idk. Anyways, as Sergeant Major he felt he was responsible to make sure that her travels through his tunnels were safe (being she's a pretty woman and most of those soldiers haven't seen a pretty woman in who knows how long) so during the war they have interactions that kind or result in this romance.

• Like, maybe one time Tommy says something along the lines of "we (him and his company) are fighting for everyone and no one's fighting for us" and she gets upset (and slaps him) because how dare he say that when she's essentially whoring herself out to get information to help end the war so they can go home (he apologizes later).

• She tells him about a target she had who was into married women so she teamed up with a male spy to pretend to be a couple and as she's telling Tommy about it and he gets pouty and jealous and she's teasing him like "I needed a husband and you weren't there so I had to make do"

• One time he told her all about Small Heath and his family. And even before the war she'd never had a family/home, like her fellow spies are really the closest thing she has to family. So the next time he sees her she tells him that she had been asked about her home and his stories are what came to her mind so she shyly asks permission if it's okay is she thinks of his home as her home too and he kisses her softly and he's like "of course it can be your home too" (just a feel good fluffy moment)

• Maybe she sings for him a couple times and she's got the prettiest voice he's ever heard (later, this is why singing is not allowed at the Garrison in part because In Tommy's mind no one can compare to her and partially because it reminds him of her too much)

• They have sex and it's amazing for her because she's so used to having sex for work and the men she has to sleep with don't care about her pleasure and she's usually the one doing all the work but Tommy just wants her to lay back and make her feel good for once. Afterwards, he gives her his dog tags. She gives him a pearl earring she's wearing.

• Anyways, the last time they saw each other during the war she had told him that she had a feeling that the war would be over soon (a deduction from some information she had gathered) and he tells her than once the war is over he would take her back home with him and marry her. Maybe he tells her that he'll have a ring waiting for her and she tells him not to wait for her (because she knows that even if the war is over the drafted soldiers will get to go home but she will have to continue gathering intelligence for the government

• Btw, they definitely have nicknames for each other. Like he's her brave British soldier and she's his pearl.

After the war he doesn't tell his family or anyone about her but a part of him is still hoping that one day she'll come. When Grace comes along he thinks he loves her, but when he finds out she was a spy he realizes that the reason he thought he loved her was because she reminded him of the reader. Upon the realization he notices all of Grace's flaws, like the reader is his precious pearl and in this light Grace is just a cheap imitation. He realizes he doesn't love Grace and she leaves for New York. Eventually, the reader is allowed to leave her job as a spy and comes to Small Heath looking for Tommy and they're both so happy to finally be together. She's really looking forward to meeting his family from all the stories he had told her and they like her because she makes Tommy happy. Maybe Tommy's a little worried about her reaction to all the illegal stuff but she just like, "how can I help, darling" because she was a spy, she has next to no morals and is 100% down to support him.

A few side points…

• Reader doesn’t care that Tommy has had sex with other people after the war because she told him no to wait for her, and she's been having sex with people for her job during that time

• Real pearls aren't perfectly round, they are unique, and they have a rough/gritty texture, as well as being colder than fake pearls, which kind of sums up the difference between Grace and the reader.

• He definitely get her a pearl ring

• I think one of the reasons the reader loves tommy is because all her targets and most of the men she meets think of her as this pretty diamond to have on their arm while tommy sees her for what she is, and imperfect pearl, but a genuine one (this pearl idea is getting away from me)

• Maybe at some point the reader gets upset because Tommy is showering her in gifts (dresses, pearls, furs, etc.) and she's starting to feel like he's treating her like all those men/targets she used to be around would, but he's doing to because he loves her and wants only the best for her

*I understand if this is way too elaborate for a request, I just kind of want someone to share it with 😅

I hate to tell you this anon, but you have put so much thought into this request that if I wrote this, I woild do you a great disservice.

You could give it a try and submit it here, but i am sorry i won't be writing it.

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 3)

Harry Styles x Preggs Fem!Reader.

Frenmies to lovers to parents, Dadthon!!H

Oral Smut, dirty talk and teasing.

Angst! Angst and fluff!! N' tooth rotting fluff.

Dadrry, bestie!h, boyfriend!h

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART 1 PART 2 LETS TALK/ ASK

The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be to able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

Or

Harry and Y/N are back being to besties and enjoying being pregnant together.

Warning: Mentions of blood, pregnancy trauma and natural childbirth hurdles.

//

Eyes gives it all. Even the hidden treasures get's looted from the mere mistake of someone's gaze just like right now when he's pretending to be confused as ever, "what? Called her myself . . ." He frowns and she sniffs frozen in her position feeling exposed from the vulnerability of being naked infront of him; tries to cover herself criss-crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you d'that?" She hiccups wiping her blushed nose and his pupils bursts wide into realization. Immediately, cradles her face tenderly stroking the apple of her cheeks shaking his head vigorously, "Oh -— no. no. no baby told her to come over to take her leftover stuff if not I better give it to charity."

"O . . okay." She sucks in a breather. Without a word he removes hers arms away in a gesture that you never need to hide from me. Kisses her shoulder blade stroking her wrists and her pulse in circles.

"Don't cry, lil penguin. Why're ye' cryin'?" He asks in his most gentle voice feathering her cheek with the back of his hand, "'m . . . 'm scared." She tries to recoup her cries holding her breath causing her cheeks to puff like a fish.

"Let's get you cleaned warm and nice. Then we'll talk yeah lovie?" He slides her elbows behind his neck holding her strongly to walk them to his bedroom. Gives her a bath full of vanilla bubbles, essential oils, scrubbed her back and would trail kisses up her belly from under water making her giggle and weave her fingers into his own wet curls.

Him loving all three of them's the most adorable thing.

Got her ready for mid-nap with his sweater and boxers putting fur pads atop her ears, aloe fused socks on her feet and turning the heat a bit to sleepy temperature. Tucks a quilt under their chins and snuggles her closer to himself letting herself calm to his heartbeats before she speaks her heart out to him, "wanna talk? What you're scared of babe tell me all of it. Knows that I'll handle." He slips further into bed bringing her thigh around his torso and her head atop his buff chest.

She exhales loudly trying to subside the emotional feeling of crying along with each word that comes out of her mouth. Her bad habbit of grounding everything to the pit of her stomach until it blasts into a massive destruction always gets her into worst scenarios.

"'M worried about alot of things –- actually." She peeks up at him and he's already looking down at her genuinely with relaxed self to let her know that nothing has changes and he's still her bestfriend who'd wait for her till she manages to speak, "about what?" He encourages her petting down her hair.

"Everything like 'like future . . 'n — me being a good mum after all of that 'm uni too. . . the semester would start right after the month of my delivery." She furls her toes to keep her anxiety at bay level cocooning her womb cause she feels the safest with the assurement of her babies being with her, "about my career and what about me dreams? What if I'll never get to chase 'em?" He listens to her diligently boring his gaze to the way her lips mold with each word. Sighs gently rubbing her arms up and down salutating his palm around the side of her neck to tip her face towards him. His lips lingers at her temple murmuring against it, "Together we're gonna do this."

"You're gonna be the kindest and bestest mommy ever Y/N. I belive in ye' and about your dreams. I'll take care that nothing comes in the way to stop ya . . You'll attend UNI same as before 'cause 'm takin' a break to be with our babies till your done with your degree." He declares to her seriously and honestly running his hand all over her spine to assure her in every way possible, locking his ankles with her under the sheets.

"'M a big boy now! A daddy to two babies don't underestimate me miss gremlin!" He grins impishly smushing his cheeks into her side wide spreading his palm atop her tummy warmly with bare fingers, "'kay gotcha!" She giggles cuddling into him with droopy eyes inhaling the same scent she's lathered in from the sweet spot of his neck.

//

She wakes up in the evening satisfied and happy with the nap marks, sweaty baby hairs, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and Harry already awake but still spooning her. He's her pregnancy pillow.

Covers her mouth with his pinky and ring finger when she yawns cutely stretching beneath him slowly blinking. Proper stops with his intense loving gaze still on her and blushes hard when he pecks her dry lips after sleep. Her chest heaves with his kisses and snogs trailing down between the valley of her breasts making her card her fingers through his chocolate curls. Whimpers ever hoarsely raising her hips in air for some friction and to levitate the throb in between her legs asking for him to release the ache away.

He takes the hint scooching closer to her side nudging her knees wide stroking the flesh of her thighs with tickling pinches. She whines fisting sheets with yearning arch of her back, "insatiable lil thing aren't ya?" He gives a toothy grin wetting his lips making her pause in her heave of getting his fingers instead flickering her vision over his candy plush lips.

"Kiss me?" She whispers and how couldn't he when she's looking this soft, warm and full of blush from the nap. He was litreally nutters for not ever pondering over the thought how alluring and attractiveness her satiny features hold, "'course darlin'." He tips her chin towards himself letting her sweet cushiony lips fuse against his's into an ardent kiss shooting her libidos 100 times higher than before making her moan pathetically into his mouth.

Her forearms winding around his shoulders instinctively and exhales through her nose not pulling away from the kiss and squeaks lowly when he bites her lower lip pulling away, "'ve got asthma y'mad mad woman." He gapes down at her dramatically fiddling with the bow of her panties. They skim down to her mound feeling the slickness that has spread all around and the rough trim of hair, "and I've got an extravagant sex drive!" It whisks into a breathy gasp of dense air when he slid his digits in between her slick folds flickering her swollen clitoris and repeating till she's panting for more.

"Sad innit? 'S me fault. I should be the one to help my girl out." He mutters trailing sweet kisses down her swollen belly to her pelvis snapping the elastic with his teeth causing her to jolt under his firm hold. She's too floaty else the statement of him claiming her would have swiped her away into a paradise of never ending imaginations.

"Mhmp. What did ya had fo' lunch lovie'?" He licks her juices off from the inside of her thighs sending intense quivers to her core. His palms smoothes under her thighs to hike them up and over his shoulders nipping at her skin when all she did was responded with a gasp, "d- dunno forgot . ." He perks his brows to his forehead commenting playfully while dipping down to tickle her with his curls.

"Pregnancy made ye' loose your braincells, moppet?" She raises her hand to smack him at head instead tugs his hair when for finally he flattens his tongue thickly against her wet cunt to give a good mind boggling lick sucking her clitoris in the way, "asshole. . ." She moans squirming like leaf under him but he quites her by taking her sensitive nub between his teeth to give a little graze and pull. It makes her pussy lips flutter and her hole leak with so much wetness it sticks to Harry's chin.

"H – ha . . rry. Harry." She tries to grind her hips against his mouth but he tuts brushing his pads around her dripping hole to tease her, "yes baby?" Groans of annoyance fills the room and she shoves her face into the pillow bitting down the snarky insults thrown at the curly head.

"Not gonna give ye' me fingers till you ask fo' it." He smooches wet filthy kisses letting her stickiness coat his lips stirring a ball of fire in her pit, "shut up." She whines nudging him with her knee telling him to do something to relax her.

"Make me." He smirks tilting his head to suck her petal fold creating dirty seductive noises on purpose. She huffs taking the matters into her hands pulling him up towards her by a hard grip onto his hair, "ouch ouch!!" He quips shutting his eyes tight.

"Harry Styles you make me cum or I'm never letting you fuck me ever." She glares him and he gives out a defeated sigh naughtiness still lurking in his moss of irises, "bossy – kay! Sorry! Was kiddin' babe. 'M all here to please ye'." She nods her head curtly shoving him back down and he giggles at her when in an instant from an angry lil penguin she melted into a mush of gooe when Harry thrusted two fingers at once inside her curving them once they were buried snug deep.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasps moving her hips along him that he stayed in his place eating her out while his fingers pushed in and out of her tight pussy with squelching noises, "fuckin' tight urghh." He grits rubbing her clit into harsh circles with his other hand, mouth on her cunt and fingers fucking her continuously.

"Want more?" He asks and she bobs her head not even processing what he said almost loosing the idea of her presence feeling too much ecastasy and over the clouds, "here take as much as ye' want baby." He slips another third finger admiring the way her pussy stretches swallowing his fingers, "'m gonna lick your little wet cunt off then clean it with me filthy tongue to make a mess of ye' all over again filling you full with me cock. Sounds good baby?" He knows she's the shy lil bean and his sweet enthusiastic words of vulgarism heats her up enough.

"Gonna come. Harry --" She tips her head down and back in air eyes rolling into her sockets. Harry rubs her outer thighs soothing her thrashing body, "shhh baby relax. You can cum on me fingers." She obliges him softening in his arms and her pussy makes soppy noises gushing with each wave of pleasure throbbing around his digits while he works her out to make her feel as giddy as he could, "That's it baby girl. That's it cum fo' me again?" He prods at the sponge of bump inside her seething through her twitching walls making it impossible for him to pull out and tent his cock against the bed leaving a spot of how turned on he's at the moment.

But, his first-most priority is her. It always was her maybe more than Chessie

"Happy my lil lioness?" He comes back on top of her arms digged on either side of her temple and she tries to squint from one eye pulling him to herself planting a rewarding kiss at his cheek, "how 'bout a pizza from Tommy's place?" He lays ontop of her (like half ontop of her and half on his side; just to share her warmth).

"Can I have an extra topping of olives, pretttyy pleaseee?" She makes a weird funny face to convince him, "but you're allergic to 'em." He frowns sitting up thumb hovering over the contacts popping on the screen. He has everything memorized she's allergic to; it's not much peanuts, olives and clay dough ( she claims that she ate it once when she was possibly 5 and it swelled her flesh up ) not that she's gonna nip at it now but Harry couldn't trust her cravings at all.

"But 'm craving them sooo baddd." She clutches the hem of his tattered shirt pouting but he retorts with the shake of his head intervining their fingers together to kiss her knuckles, "Nope moppet. We don't need another hospital visit at fou' in the morning like last time, do we?" She remembers it. A very angry Chessie at his doorsteps while he helped her walk inside this home post hospital visit.

"I hate this." She huffs folding her arms against her chest, "I know. How about we delay getting y'sick once babies are out?"

"You kidding?" Her mouth slacks turning into a widespread grin at last, "absolutely not. Pizza without olives yeah?" He smacks a kiss against her open mouth loudly before his phones rings at the pizza place.

//

Harry's the busy bee. From grocery shopping to making the list of all the organic food he needs to line up his pantry with, he took everything's responsibility on himself. Cause mama has a huge duty for wrapping two babies in her womb safe and heated. Even when she tries to bend down to put a plate in dishwasher he skates near her supporting her back and scolding her, "all you've t'do is eat and nap. Dunno fucks count 'cause we fuck alot — chill sweet baby. 'switch onto telly 'm bringing banana milk and cookies." She pouts because she doesn't want to be a burden on him. She wants to suspect any tiredness from his features — the way he's been on his trippy toes for her from eight and half months but how much she tries she couldn't instead he looks way more giggly and joyful than before with never ending dad jokes and teasing bum pats.

They indeed fuck alot. Harry loves that she's always sleepy and clingy — he thinks he's truly, deeply and madly in love with his lil penguin but they're in the middle of train's track whose destination is atlast confession of love but he wants to wait. He can't wait though. He's always been impatient and light from stomach can't sleep at night without sharing a word of his swimming thought with anyone. He shared it with Nialler, it was at three in the morning after Y/N sucked his cock dry with so much admiration for his prick he was bout to cry and blurt out but he didn't. Cuddled with her and oreo practically on his face then ringed his lad startling him up, "why did ya wake me up fo' something we all already know Harold? Do I've to teach ya lessons cause now that would be a shame to your kiddos." He grunted dropping the call leaving Harry baffled and alone to his thoughts again.

"Sweet angel . . " He cooes jarring the door to his room with his foot. She has moved in to his house, from guest room to his room and his heart. Told him she didn't like sleeping alone and gets the most amazing slumber squished up against his chest in his arms. He was ardent that she completes him. He's right. She does. Always had but this time it's till they're getting old and wrinkly.

Lilac walls glow from the telly's illumination and the flicker of light from their open wardrobe. His ears perks at a repulsive groan and his brows dips to tune into the situation, "what are ye' doin', pet?" He asks confused at the sight of Y/N in a funny position with a razor in her hand standing in the middle of their wardrobe trying to duck and see through her huge bump.

"'M tryin' to shave me legs — seems impossible though." She throws her head back to convey her annoyance and Harry chuckles placing the banana milk and the plate of dark chocolate cookies atop the drawer island taking her wrist which's holding onto the razor, "you don't 'ave to it's just a maternity shoot –- no biggie, moppet." She huffs. Their faces at level and intimately close to have a good stare in eachother's eyes.

"No biggie!? it's the first time I'll get to have someone take me pictures, all, personally fo' me." Her smile pouty as she tries not to break her disgruntled facade down.

"How 'bout the times, I was a victim of ye'r endless pictures taking sessions?" He squints down at her. Hands out of instinct fumbling by her sides to feel her warmth on his skin, "you were sooo shittt at that job."

"Kay, kay then, lemme just –- hand this razor, I'll shave ye'r legs pretty girl." Happily she shoves it in his grip while he knees down hiking her leg ontop of his knee. His pink tongue popping out in concentration. She trusts him in this because last time he was the one to shave herdown there. Taking a sip of her banana milk she taps the straw against his lips speaking, "a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." With his eyes on her ankle and his pretty hands which could make her come infinite times right now working so diligently, He gives her a high five taking a sip himself.

She breaks a cookie forwarding it to Harry and he looks up — so being all dramatic she acts shy and blushy turning her gaze away in a swift, "what baby?" He laughs putting her other foot on his knee his grip tight around her ankle.

"Don't stare at me calves like that you creep." He wipes away the crumbs from his lips giggling and making her giggle, "I've literally shaved your cooch days before." She jabs her big-toe against his nipple getting a high pitched squeak from a grown ass man in return.

"I hate you!" She says through the spurt of chuckles and his response in return turned both of them silent, "I know ye' love me." Their cheeks blazed. Eyes twinkling. Hearts doing lil dance dance but nobody from them tries to break the comforting silence knowing they'd word vomit the instant they'd.

They say "I love you." And "love you." in their normal routines without making it a mess of shyness. But the butterflies at that specific moment when the epiphany dawns on the pair that they really are in love with eachother makes their tummies float in void with butterflies.

"All done!" He announces enthusiastically kissing her knee like she's a princess in distress and the words burns at the plush of her lips, "love you."

"You too, lil penguin." He smiles boyishly.

"Oh fuck, I forgot we're gonna have shoot in our pyjamas." She yells in a low hum and he rolls his eyes slapping her ass, "rotten you're."

"Oopsies."

//

A maternity shoot in their back garden along oreo never seemed this fun when they were gushing about it days prior. Nialler gifted them cute baby pink coloured matching pyjamas with yellow peaches pattern, mommy and daddy embroidered on them. They even matched some fluffy kitten hats too!! A pair of yellow and pink with kitten ears with goggly eyes, big cheshire that of Oreo.

Their close friend Onna was all up for the shoot and nothing's more adorable than Harry's soft hands around Y/N's belly in a protective way, while they sat on the fluffy growing grass and cotton flowers. Her back resting against his taught chest, his legs wrapped on either side of her and oreo almost stretching atop her bump quenching loud belly ache laughs from them.

"Two pictures 'n 'm already tiredd, pff." She gasps shuffling a little to activate her sore bum and Harry pecks her shoulder cutely, "some more 'cause you'll grump later." Onna captures each every second of their tooth rotting interaction.

"Oi. I'll not!!" To avoid a banter Harry taps her chin pointing towards the camera speaking, "last one doll, one to show that we really are pregnant." Onna's laughing at their techniques. Shaking her head with each shot of overloaded sweetness she traps in her camera.

"I. Am. Indeed. Pregnant. Pet." She looks down with wide eyes rubbing her prodding tummy in circles, the top button litreally about to pop and Harry's face adorns with a naughty grin showing his bunny teeth, "Me too!!" He squeals rubbing his moth covered belly the same way she's doing and it sent both girls into fits of laughters.

"Sillllyyyyy." She sing-songs throwing an arm around the nape of his neck to bring him closer and smooch a loving kiss to his cheek, "you're gonna be the best dad." She whispers eyes closing into the diameter of his scent and he rests his lips against her forehead. Onna having a smile of adoration for her friends while she did her job, laying down to capture this one beautifully.

"Yeah?" His voice just audible to them. "Uhmm." She nods fiddling with the collar of his pyjamas and their bubbles pops when oreo tugs at Y/N's top revealing her graceful babies bump.

"You batty creature!!" She tries to grab oreo to smoosh her in her arms but oreo gallops miles away before it could happen.

//

The whole last night Y/N couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning with whines of complaints to a snoring Harry on her side. When Harry woke up she was already staring him like an owl scaring the poor thing, cause it wasn't a loving one. It was a proper creeping stare with baggy eyes and pouty lips, "can we have 'em out already?" She snuggles into his throat and he massages her head.

"In a week." He grogs out stroking his cheek against her's, "Have ya taken out all the required papers?" He asks her and she nods with a yawn. Today's the enrollment day for Y/N's next semester -- Harry will go to her UNI to talk to the administration instead of her.

"I'll be back in no time, till then try havin' a good rest, want some donughts from that one shop near ye'r UNI?" He thumbs at her baby locks. She shakes her head murmuring into his flimsy sweat shirt, "not feeling like it." Dunno what happened. She was alright after for finally her sickness went away but today she feels like shit because of her Braxton hicks climbing to painful peak.

Kissing her head last time he untangles himself to get ready and she watches him buttoning up his cuffs with his curl dangling over his eyes, he's looking handsome and a bit too out of her league with the crisp white shirt and chequered trousers.

He squats down pecking her lips. Her nostrils filling with cinnamon ocean-y smell soothing the tick of her nerves. Her body reacting to even the air pricking at her skin, "don't miss me too much, lil penguin." He gives her an eskimo kiss knowing she's feeling down and tired today the way she has her face squished into pillow and isn't trying even to cup his cheeks like she does everytime he leaves for something.

He puts her phone on the nightstand tugging her under the sheets, switching off the lamp and slowly exists the room not to disturb her. She doesn't know when he leaves but the pin-drop silence tells it all and she's half conscious half awake with fluttering eyelids.

She turns on her back with a groan to get rid of the dull ache in her pelvis and outer thighs — but then she feels something . . . . something wet between down there and it makes her snap open her eyes blinking blankly at the ceiling. Tries not to think of bad scenarios but it's otherwise.

"Holy cow of jesus." She fists the pillow under her sitting up with much difficulty and to her worst horrors the sheets are sploched badly. She stands up with her spine almost bending in two — staying calm and positive even when a heavy gush of water trickles down her legs soaking the rug. It has nothing attractive in it as they show in movies but rather feels like a dam leaking and a litreal adult peeing in their gowns.

She snatches the phone from nightstand putting a firm arm beneath her belly walking out of room, her maternity floral white gown clinging to her skin. A tinge of shock weaved through her bones but that didn't made her loose her balance. She wants to throw the phone against the wall when the line always beeps busy, "already missin — " his honey of voice bringing tears in her eyes.

"Get your ass back home!! Right fuckin' now!" She yells into speaker trudging forward with carefull steps. He pushes onto breaks hard, panicking into his seat, "What happened!?" He's quick in turning gears speeding back home. Her lips wobbles blue from pain and the unbearable throb between her thighs. Words struck in her throat as she tries to speak gripping the globe of stair railing leaning against it when a hard contraction striked against her spine.

"'M going into labour — " Harry's heart falls into his arse. His vision blurring from the intensity of the moment and he's thanking Gods for being five minute drive away from home. How many times they prepared for this time it all went in vain and now Harry's beating himself for leaving her side at all, "'m comin' home, it's okay baby, it's okay breath." His lips stammers from an invisible fear and fingers twitches around the wheel.

Wanted to shout at him "breath, my ass." Instead She gasps loudly in fright when she feels her cervix dilating to the maximum point and it did the last fireworks for her tears, "no, no, noo!!"

"'M giving birth!!" She shouts kissing her teeth together to keep the pain at the bay hooking a thumb into her panties, scrunching her dress up to press them under her armpits and squatting down with the heels of her palms pressed with so much strength over the last stair case, "what? oh my — 'm calling our midwife." She can feel a head trying to force it's way out from her vagina and it rakes out a sob from her chest.

"Please be gentle with mommy, 'm coming." Harry says and it comes out as a weak whisper while he drives sitting on the edge of the seat and Y/N's ears are ringing with white noise to even pay attention to what he's saying. Her gown drenching with sweat and she screamed at the top of her lungs pushing with her all might scaring a sleepy oreo in her bassinet, "Shit." He mutters tugging his curls back immediately calling their midwife. He wishes his babies could atleast wait for him to be there with their momma.

"Miss. Dori !! Y/N has gone into labour, 'm out, dunno —---" There's loud urgent shuffling on her side that of picking stuff and closing metal boxes as she assures Harry with firmness, "I'll be there in just 10 minutes, till then reach there as quick as possible. She needs you Mr. Styles." It collects sweat at the dip of his spine sky rocketing his anxiety. His breath elevating at the sight of his society's gate and if it was possible he'd have flown to her.

Parking hastily on the side of road and leaving his car's door open — dishelved he steps outside almost falling square on his face while the old couple that use to sit at their porch in mornings watch him with concern, "Is everythin' alright son?"

They ask and Harry nods yelling to them, "Y/N is in labour!!" His face blowing out of any color when his ears fills with painful screams of his lil penguin and his fingers jumbles with keys unlocking the door.

It's surreal. The realization not completely setting in that all of this's happening right at this moment, that he's going to be a daddy in some hours, Y/N hunched over the bottom stair squatting down with thighs wide apart and her gown soaked against her back. His breath knocks out of his lungs and eyes bursts into shock when he sees his baby's head pushing it's way out in between her legs.

"I can see it's head! I can see it's head oh m'godness." He announces rushing towards her and Miss. Dori guides him, "Harry help her pull it out, cup the baby's head and if it's shoulders are grab-able, have it out." He places the phone atop the stair sitting down beside Y/N kissing the side of her head quickly wiping her tears away.

"Hi baby, it'll be alright, 'm here now let's pull our bubba out mighty quick." He presses his chest to floor to look down there and if Y/N would have been in her good state of mind she'd have butt him in not to. His brows kinks tightly together as he tries to concentrate and not to pass out from the sight of blood and his blood covered infant half hanging in it's mother's v.

Gently he wraps his shivering palm around it's head and shoulder moreso figuring out if it could itself comes out, "push a bit more, moppet." She shakes her head furiously crying and trying with all her will, "It's hurts!!" He wishes the process wasn't that painful.

"I know, I know baby —- oh okay okay! We got him." He cackles through his worry taking him all out and in his arms having a good grip around it's tiny waist fearing it would slip. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief muscles loosening and shoulders slumping. She could hear him sniffing close to her with little noises despite of how much she wants to hug him, she still has another one to bring out in the world.

"It's Elios." He grins with ablazed glossy eyes stroking his tweeny baby hair back. Though his excitement shatters into pieces as he cries to Miss. Dori, "He's not breathin, n'--not breathin' what do I do??" He has switched into his fight and flight mode. Fat tears spilling down his cheeks. Y/N wants to have him in her arms and make sure her baby's healthy but a hard contraction makes her bones jello with her another baby trying to pop out.

"Calm down Mr. Styles, Is his cord wrapped 'round his neck?" When Harry couldn't mutter a single word just shaking his head ear to ear staring down his little one with fear and sadness, Y/N screams for him, "No!!"

"It's nothin', clean his nose, it's probably some clotting blocking his breathing passage." Harry acts on her instruction without wasting a time and the threshold's walls bounced with prattle of his low coarse cries, "Oh my god!!" Harry gasps holding his baby boy closer to his chest not giving two fucks if his shirt and skin stains with thick blood.

In the meantime Miss. Dori and her assistant nurse tramps through their door. Cutting the cord Nurse takes Elios from Harry's arms and takes him for a cleanup as Harry leads her to their nursery. When he comes back Miss. Dori has their other bubba already out and it's worth watching him flying into clouds of paradise, full of glee, happiness, so much happiness has never experienced before.

"Hi. Victoria." He keeps his voice soft if she's a chinese porcelain doll and would break in his arms. He loves his son to core but the way his heart just swirled with fondness and love for his daughter the second she was layed into his embrace was something else. He's tender with her and from just gazing her it spurt out a sob from the deepest of his tummy, "she was so stubborn to come out rather than his brother." Miss. Dori tells him and his head perks up with proud adoration. Handing her to nurse he turns his gaze back to his exhausted lil penguin leaning against the wall now. And scoots closer to his bestfriend, the love of his life and the mother of his babies.

Hugging her warmly and affectionately, winding his arm around the nape of her neck to smoosh her into his chest while she cries against his throat. Being tender and the softest yet sweetest he could be with her, pressing his lips against her ear to whisper words that made her cry even more loudly into his bicep, "I love you, I love you more than anythin' in the world, 'm s' soo proud of ye' baby, me soulmate and the love of me life. I promise to love you forever and infinity." The world blurs around them and their heartbeats latches to sync in with eachother. The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood, mess of the beautiful birth of their gorgeous twins.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble a line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

"'M listenin', pet." She whispers smiling weakly and Harry's lungs nourishes with air, "Scared me baby love." He hugs her again with a wobbling pout and this time she tries to console him.

"Y'okay baby? Should we go to hospital? It's better if —--"

"'M okay!!" She simpers kissing the dip of his collarbone. Carefully he smoothes an arm down her back and knees picking her up bridal style to take her to their bathroom for a hot nice bath full of essential oils. He caress her face, trailing his knuckles down her cheeks, gazing her fondly while sitting down on the floor beside her with his one hand inside the warm water to lull around her calves.

"I love you, you've given me such beautiful babies. 'Ave ye seen Tori ? She's a proper you, that lil bunny mouth of yours, aish." He giggles and she squeezes his fingers in a silent gesture to tell him how happy she's. Drying her clean with a towel and moisturizing her body, making her wear her comfortable gown.

When he tucks her under sheets she babbles with droopy eyelids and tired body, "can I see my babies?" He smauches a kiss against her forehead, "After a teeny rest, yeah angel?" But, she was already out like a bulb making him chuckle softly.

//

Miss. Dori left the kind nurse behind with them till Y/N wakes up and with her help Harry lays down the twins on either side of their mommy. Deeply pondering how lucky he's to have his family completed and healthy, tucked into their mother's armpits.

He giggles and holds his breath in awe when Elio wriggles in his blanket, scootes his bum closer when Y/N yawns and stretches, "how ye' feelin'?" He brushes her loose tresses back and she nods attempting to sit up.

"Good." Thanking him when he gets comfy amount of pillows behind her, "wanna hold them?" He asks as she ducks down to kiss both of their soft skins.

"'M arms are still shakin' . ." She chuckles, "no biggie, I'll help ya out, a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." She giggles loudly startling Tori and Harry hushes her comically scooching behind her embracing her in a heated wrap from behind chin resting over her shoulder, "shh, gotta be quite with this one — such a light sleeper bub."

"This's Victoria Anne Styles and Elios Vincent Styles." He supports her one forearm with his's under: giving Elio to her and having Tori in his other, "are you presenting them to me as some kind of award for my bravery, pet?" She nudges him playfully and he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Such nice awards, innit?" He gives her an eskimo kiss and she puckers her lips asking for a loving smooch of his candy lips, "absolutely."

//

They took their first nap together with Harry and Y/N on either side of bed with their babies in the middle of their warmth just like a nest of sparrows, safe, comfy and utterly snuggly with the couple protecting their dainty creatures of soft flesh from the storms of outside.

"C'mere baby . . " Harry usheres Oreo with the snap of his thumb as she tries to canoodle into the soles of his feet tickling him and she obliges his tone, "Good girl . ." His own voice tired petting her crown when she turns into a lil ball of fur beside Tori who's sleeping at her daddy's side, being ever hesitant and carefull with them making Harry smile at her thinking of giving her treats in dinner.

He almost slips from under the sheets when a shriek of cry jolts him awake and it's Tori crying loudly thrashing under the blanket while her brother kept on sleeping stretched over his mommy's chest, head tucked under her chin.

Ah! Here comes the real deal. Daddy Harry's about to face real challenges 'cause we all know he once promised that he's a big boy now, innit?

[eve6262]

from the other seat [jayce/viktor]

Blitzcrank is a problem. And not in the usual Zaunite way, where either they're dangerously unhinged or deathly ill or impossibly dense when it comes to topsider language. No, Blitzcrank is a problem because Jayce, for all his merits, has a giant, glaring issue:

He gets depressed when he gets envious.

It was part of the reason he got with Mel, because he thought Sky had essentially gotten Viktor and he'd felt terribly about himself. That, combined with her presence and confidence, all the poise and grace of an upper society proper lady, had enticed him accordingly.

Now, of course, he knows better. He knows Viktor's the kind of man who can really hold his attention, something delicate but not fragile, someone damaged but not pitiful. Someone with issues, someone who isn't on better footing than he is. Maybe it's cruel, maybe it's a problem, but part of what made him and Mel drift apart was how put together she was comparatively.

Blitzcrank was not intially a problem. He was fine with the massive golem, even more fine with it when he learned that for indoors purposes he had a tiny body that he could transfer between without Viktor's help, seeing as the thing was a bit of an elephant in the room when standing there.

Now, though.

"Aww, aren't you sweet."

He finds himself jealous of a robot.

He sits, that day, on a stool in Viktor's workshop- the two have separate labs, now, for publicity's sake, but they are still often together- curled onto the table, watching Viktor dote on his little metal child.

Entresol words, thick and sharp, pierce his ears, and he wishes those words were directed at him. They could be curses- he'd never curse Blitzcrank, of course, not his precious little metal son- and he wouldn't care he likes them so much. Maybe it's a problem, that he finds Viktor's native language little more than syllables he wants uttered at him, but they're both a little flawed.

A lot flawed, he thinks miserably, as he watches the little bot talk to Viktor in the same language back.

"Jayce? Are you alright?"

He doesn't immediately respond, just watches with those same half-lidded eyes, until his name is called again. "Jayce?"

"Huh?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You've just been staring at me for a while."

"Yeah, just-" He waves a hand, turning back to the papers in front of him. "Got distracted by you and Blitz."

"What, too loud?" Asks the other, clearly a jab at his normally loud forge and its usual inhabitants.

"So mushy."

"You are as well, are you not?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I don't really have a right, huh."

"A right...?"

"Yes, a right."

It must click for him, despite Jayce's best (worst) efforts to hide the fact that he is clearly in need of some doting, he hears Viktor giggle. It's adorably short, a few quick notes, and he thinks for a second the sound might just be worth it.

"You are not jealous of a robot, are you?"

He lied. Not worth it at all.

"No," he lies again.

"No? Then I will go back to giving Blitzcrank the praise he deserves."

"Mm-hm. You do that."

But silence follows, and Jayce is not nearly as good as his partner is at denying his inhibitions, so he turns around to see Viktor practically cuddling the little thing. It's the size of a squirrel, maybe, half a yordle and then a little more, short enough to move around on the desk like a paperweight and, with a rocket-propulsed hand mirroring the larger mech, grab you tools and pens and paper from around the room.

It looks adorably like Viktor is hugging a little baby, playing with his hand like one would a kitten.

He wants to be that kitten.

Viktor must have installed eyes on the back of his head because he looks over to Jayce again. "Distracted by my silence this time?"

"Can't look at my boyfriend for a while?"

"Jayce. You have no need to be jealous."

"I'm not."

"It is good you did not get with a woman, because you wouldn't be able to handle sharing attention with a child."

"Hey!"

"Pity you ended up with me, though, because Mama always said I was a mother by birth."

"What does that even mean?"

"I think she meant I would be a good mother?"

"You're a guy."

"Culturally, not literally. A maternal figure, even if I am of the other gender."

"...I mean, she's not wrong."

"She was not. As proven by the smartest golem to ever exist, isn't that right?"

He is going to die here.

"Jayce."

"I'm not jealous."

Viktor puts Blitzcrank down on the table and motions to follow, leaning lightly on his staff. In the summer months things seem to get better for him, and the heat of this lab with all its steam and moving parts seems to help even more. That, and a couple of augments only hurt their relationship to the point where it nearly broke for good.

He sits himself on the couch, patting the other side for Jayce to sit down on. Without any hesitation his partner curls into Viktor's lap, and the supposed maternal figure gives a chuckle at that. "Look at you. Jealous of a robot."

"I'm not."

"No. You are only moping, which you do when you get jealous, and are staring down Blitzcrank like he has offended you."

"He has."

"Has he now?"

"Yes. He took my boyfriend's attention."

Viktor clicks his tongue. "Terrible with children."

Nonetheless, he pets Jayce's hair and spine, and feels his partner lean further into his chest. "Having a bad day?"

"Yeah."

"You could have said something."

"I thought you'd yell at me for distracting you from your work."

"Please, Jayce. I only yell at you for distracting me when it's either important or completely unecessary."

"This is unecessary."

"This is the point of a relationship, is it not?"

"What, complying with my nonsensical whims?" The exaggeration with which he says it makes him think of Jinx, and promptly he wonders if she's ever had a partner, which is a thought that makes him worry.

"No. Comfort. Enjoyment. Happiness. Those sort of things. You take what the other is willing to give, and no more, and no less, and you provide what you can, no more, no less."

There's a pause, in which Jayce thinks that Viktor, despite having only ever had this relationship, has got this whole thing figured out, and then he says,

"No more, no less, that is the saying, yes?"

"Yeah.'

They sit in comfortable warmth for a while, Jayce's ego slowly recovering as he's given comforting strokes through his hair and a hand on his spine, slowly petting him, almost like a dog. This is nice, he thinks, a reprieve from all the stress of council meetings and responsibility and everything else. No thoughts, an empty mind, just comfort and relaxation.

Viktor chuckles, mostly to himself. "Jealous of Blitzcrank."

"Shut up."

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there's a work on ao3, Viktor's Little Wonder by LiterallyThePresident, and that's the reason I wrote this pretty much

~Eve6262

[psychedelic-ink]

Hi my love! Perv!Javi anon again lol Do you care if I just use this emoji 😇 so I don’t have to reintroduce myself every time? Lol

Anyways I am so excited for series!! And of course I was thinking. It’s something I do quit often lmao. If your wanting angsty, maybe reader meets a boy. He flirts with her/asks he on a date yada yada. Javi gets jealous (btw she was never interested in boy but agreed to go to make Javi a little jelly) and she comes home after the date and he corners her all mad (I’m envisioning he has her up against a wall, talking low in her ear, or whatever you envision) and he’s all he’s just a boy. He could never make you cum like I can/you’re mine. Only mine. <- ya know nothing crazy just a lil possessive.

If your wanting smutty/ could even be fluffyish: the two of them begin exploring different kinks. She brings up him choking her, maybe they try some light bondage. Maybe she suggests a harder kink (like slapping her around a bit or something harshish) and they try it but he hates it. He feels godawful about it. She understands and comforts him and gives him some top tier aftercare.

Another smut scenario: mutual masturbation. Or she teaches him how she likes to be fingered/get off and he teaches her how he likes to get off.

Maybe these help inspire you or give you ideas! Honestly I’d read anything you come up with and love it. Also please feel free to go hard on the angst. Break my heart. But then fix it please. Okay I hope you have a great day, I hope your pillow stays cold on both sides and you get everything you want! Love u!🖤 - 😇

yes yes ofc! I love emoji anons 💖💖

and alright I love the jealously idea and adding it to my list, I already made a google docs for the series and I'm planing on each chapter being about 1k-3k long and ghhhh I love possessiveness, like I actually had a similar idea for a dialogue while talking to my beloved @inklore but that was for javi p svfdvd

okay so the series basically takes place for 30 days, each day reader and javi & reader explore a new element of bdsm, bondage is already on the list in fact *checks google doc* it's gonna take place on day two-- they're essentially gonna try everything I wrote down A LOT of kinks dfvfdvd

oddly enough among everything I forgot to add mutual masturbation so that's on the list now too!!

I'm not gonna say what the angst part is gonna be so the suspense stays there buut it's going to be very intense my love 👀 gotta love a good forbidden romance <33

Love you too bby! thank you so much for hyping me up for this series