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fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds · 1 year ago

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A short comic about the AU

Big ol long text fueled with pieces of the AU's story under the cut! ( THE LORE)

The Golden age

In the early days of house of Mickey entertainment, when the business was still run by a handfull of people, the first chosen characters to be put as the face of the pizzeria were: Bambi, Pinocchio, The Good Fairy, Monstro, Dumbo, The Hippo ballerina, Chernabog, and Snow white. The newly built animatronics were barely a mechanical structure with vinyl external shells, with prerecorded voicelines, sounds and movements that singed from a stage. At the time it was enough to inspire tons of little fans to arrive and join the fun in the pizzeria. It was the 40's.

There was a supposed incident happened around the Snowhite animatronic, but no text or information about that survived to our days.

The Silver Age

Leaving behind the doll-like era of animatronics, the Silver Age desired to create much more durable robots, for the time and fans to come. Resistant to time and usage. The characters were built with lighter metals and hard plastics for the external shells, and the endoskeleton enhanced with steel. These are the heaviest animatronics that house of mickey ever created (after Chernabog ). To balance the huge production costs, some parts were left uncovered by the external shell, leaving out the bare endoskeleton.

The line was sadly famous for the tons of problems it gave to the technicians and whoever adult crossed their space. Although they did not possess advanced technology (like later generations), these animatronics seemed to possess primordial specks of personality , which often hampered the work of anyone who had to repair them. They seemed to favor spite only for adults, while not giving any signs of aggressiveness towards the childrens.

The Bronze Age

Their production was followed by a new creative team that wanted animatronics to reach a new level of realism. Newer endoskeleton technology, enhanced realistic movements and augmented mobility of the facial plate through silicone for upper part of the face capable of more complex emotions. (As always for economy, the parts that would have been covered by the clothing were not made of premium vinyl and weren't textured.) Freshly out, the bronze age line was greeted with enthusiasm by the visitors, with a positive decrease of children getting frightened by them. Barely a month after their debut tho, some parents begun to report complaints for the uncanny-ness brought by characters, one parent in particular said to have accidentally mismatched the Sykes animatronic for a friend till this one fully faced her, scaring the lights out her. These reports, weren't considered in the least by Mickey’s entertainment until the event that caused the animatronics decommissioning in block. One day, during the birthday of a little girl were requested as guest stars some Oliver and company animals characters. In the middle of the party, the girl began to show signs of respiratory distress and minor rashes that quickly alarmed the parents, due the little girl's only allergy were to cat hairs, and inside the establishment were sure to be none. The fact got silenced, and shortly afterwards the Bronze Age characters were put aside, bringing back to the stage the Silver age animatronics. Some independent newspapers tried to spread the incident, with vain results. There were rumors from an anonymous interview of a ex former visitor whom witnessed a fairly morbid event, happened during the re-enactment of the "Black Cauldron" before the models were decommissioned. "(...) that day i noticed that some of the Horned king’s teeth were missing, and i thought it was due to a pure aesthetic choice (...) at the end of the performance when the stage floor cleared, i noticed something strange on the ground. I gave a further look because my eyes fell there and... my god. It were teeth. Actually human molars."

The Renaissance

This was undoubtedly the most advanced line of animatronics in terms of performance and technology for their times. Advanced mobility to the point of being able to almost perfectly emulate the movements of their cartoon counterparts, plus some rather special effect for few of the characters (Ariel and Ursula being water resistant, Quasimodo and Tarzan huge athlete like ability to climb, etc etc).

The enlargement of the company brought more wealth into the pockets of the production, allowing the decrease of the unpainted parts in the body of the animatronics. The only flaw of these models was that to increase the movements, the outer vinyl shell was sacrificed through the partial removal of material nearby the joints making the endoskeleton rather visible. ( To prevent children from squeezing their fingers between the joints, House of Mickey entertainment decided not to allow this lines of robots to attend parties as guest stars but only appear on stage or in meet and greet booths.) . The others most surprising news about this line, was the technological growth of the animatronics ' artificial brains. While the Bronze Age ones had a basic idea of being just copies of cartoon characters that acted in fake environments (sometimes even by forgetting to be robots), from the Renaissance onwards the animatronics were totally aware of their state of being "interpreters" under the command of a company. Some robots have shown signs of sharp increase of cynicism and sarcasm after this update.

During the 1990s, House of Mickey built a bigger space for the pizzeria, becoming the huge structure known to this day. There are six major themed zones, that become the home of our beloved heroes, henchmen and villains for them to get back to, for whenever they are not busy doing shows on stage or greeting fans around the pizzeria. Have you already tryed Tarzan's jungle of sliding tubes? Esmeralda's mirrors-maze? Bolted climbing with Mulan?

Post-Renaissance

With the arrival of 2000, the new animatronics began to comply with tighter safety laws. The new line of robots was made with safer external shells without openings to the internal endoskeleton parts (safe from the risk that small fingers may remain closed inside), removal of cigarettes, cigars and pipes from some characters (Mrs Packard, Hades, John Silver, Toon patrol etc etc), and the closing of some of the attractions in the themes areas considered dangerous as : Clay pigeon shooting with Clayton, Hide-and-seek in the elephant cemetery with Scar and Hyenas (contrary to popular belief, the attraction was closed because too many children stumbled on the scenery forcing the animatronics present to stop the game to calm down the childrens. ), Archery and javelin throw with Philoctetes, Self defence class with Maggie and Buck , and Jim's Solar flying jumping in the vertical wind tunnel (mourned by many fans and also Jim animatronic). History of first aid class with Dr. Sweet was just upgraded to a formative experience rather than a historical show and tell of the 1900's medical procedures after some parents lamented that watching a dummy's femur being saw in half could be horror inducing in a child. (Alas the kids loved it).

Non-textured parts are practically absent here. The technical department has however decided to save in accessories and partial clothing, deciding to make it part of the aniamtronic's outer shell.

Rumors said that someone in the animatronic programming department was so determined to make animatronics realistic that they filled their artificial brains with terabytes of all the possible notions that character could canon-ly know. Although Milo’s animatronic would gladly help you doing your history and languages homeworks, House of Mickey entertainment would rather wish you didn’t. To anyone that is continuely asking to the Vinny Santorini animatronic to be taught the process of making a bomb, you are warned. Next time you'll be reported to security.

Memo for the reader : Animatronics cannot harm in any way our lovely fans! Each character is equipped with advanced facial recognition, capable of distinguish between invited guests from external subjects. Your kids will rejoice to know to being kept in check by our heroes and villains watchfull eyes! Visitors should't ever be found crossing the private or prohibited areas. In case of incident, injury, death, or burning Mickey's entertainment will be not responsible of such accadiments.

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averagelivingbeings · 5 days ago

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The black magic tube, Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Top Blade/Bottom afab Dan Heng

Dan Heng finds a weird dildo (penis model?) and decides to have some fun with it, unknowingly getting revenge on his lovely boyfriend.

Word Count: 4759

Tags: PWP, afab Dan Heng, magic dildo, public humiliation, semi-public sex (Ren is jacking off in the woods), masturbation, squirting, cock ring, long distance sex (again), big dick Ren

Afab Language used for Dan Heng

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Dan Heng found the strange tube lying around on their messy bedroom floor, while trying to exorcise his boredom in Ren’s absence. At first, he thought his partner had once again forgotten to properly stash away that cursed fleshlight that had brought public shame over him, but upon opening it, he was not greeted by the uncanny sight of his pussy inside of a tube.

He instead met the gaping darkness typical of a black plastic tube, but upon closer inspection, there was something inside. His wrist would have been small enough to fit inside, but Dan Heng didn’t want to risk losing a finger to something potentially dangerous and instead simply turned it around and dumped the thing out.

It was a penis.

A not very special, but very realistic and familiar looking soft penis with equally ordinary balls, both attached to some black box, which had a suction cup.

“Ew-!” Dan Heng unceremoniously jumped away from it, when it jumpscared him. The thing looked like it had just been freshly cut off of its poor owner, minus the blood and wounds such an act would cause.

After the initial shock was over, he carefully approached it like a curious cat, squatting down on the floor to take a close look at it.

It had a beautiful, tan colour and smooth skin and for a soft human penis, it was quite large.

Dan Heng figured it was some kind of toy or silicone model and upon cautiously picking it up by the hard plastic part, he was amazed at just how realistic it looked and felt. It reminded him of those hyperrealistic cake videos, surely it would take an artist of about this level to create such a convincing model.

Lost in his thoughts, as he kept on staring at the thing like Gollum at the ring, he took it to the bedroom to sit down and take a closer look at it.

~/~

“So, spill it, Firefly~” Kafka sang, swirling her glass of wine around, as she leaned forward in her lawn chair, eyes fixated on the silver-haired girl across from her. “How is your… Situationship going with those twins?”

“Well…” A blush crept into Firefly’s face, just barely bright enough to be visible in the flickering firelight.

Ren rolled his eyes internally. He came to this gathering to hang out and have fun with his friends, not to be reminded of relationships and the fact that his lovely boyfriend didn’t want to join him and that he was lonely here. As the designated driver he wasn’t even allowed to drown his misery in alcohol.

“It’s going pretty good…!”, Firefly continued. “Recently they both approached me and suggested I just date both of them.”

“Isn’t that essentially a threesome?” Silver Wolf interjected, eyes still glued onto her phone screen. Neither the promise to try and set it down to focus on her friends nor the fact that they were on a campsite in the middle of probably nowhere had deterred her from playing her gacha games.

“Not exactly”, came the reply from Veritas Ratio, one of two guests the group had found nearby and spontaneously invited to their gathering. He and his partner Aventurine were another reason Ren wished he could teleport Dan Heng over to battle the physical loneliness he was currently suffering from. “A threesome would mean that all involved persons engage in sexual and romantic activities with each other. In your case, that would mean incest for the twins. What they suggested is more akin to a polyamorous relationship.”

“Ever the smart one, Veritas~” Kafka smiled at him.

“Right… That makes sense…” Firefly agreed, lowering her gaze thoughtfully at the flames.

“Sooo…” Ren spoke up, wrenching his jealous eyes away from the reality tv couple that was Veritas and Aventurine. “Have you accepted their offer?”

“Not yet… I’m just not sure…” The girl sighed and snuggled deeper into her blanket. “What if I start to like one more than the other?”

“Theeen~” Aventurine cut off his sentence to accept a sweet kiss on the lips from his lover. Ren was this close to wrenching them apart forcefully. “You need to figure out if it’s worth letting go of the other or not. And talk to them, that’s essential.”

“You say that as though you excel at communication within a relationship.” Veritas rolled his eyes and adjusted the blonde in his lap.

“Hey now, I’m making progress! When’s the last time you complained about me not telling you about my most recent…”

Ren sighed and glanced at Firefly who looked a bit lost and left alone. “Don’t you worry.” Reaching over, he patted her shoulder through the thick blanket. “I suggest you go for it and have a good time with them, while the opportunity is there.”

A small smile appeared on her face, the bickering of the other couple fading into the background. “Thank you, Ren. I’ll do that.”

He couldn’t help but mirror the smile. Moments like these are what he came here for.

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Dan Heng had figured the dick was supposed to be a sex toy.

Why else would it have a suction cup at the bottom that stuck to nearly every smooth surface, including his own chest? Said suction cup was apparently also just a part of some lid on the black box which revealed a screw hole, meaning it could also be attached to a machine or something the like.

Still, why would anyone make a sex toy of a soft penis? Was there a specific fetish for those? For those that found erectile dysfunction super sexy.

Dan Heng supposed everything existed, so he didn’t further question the toy’s reason for being in this world.

Now, after having looked at it so closely, he was reminded of Ren. His dick looked very similar to that toy when soft, Dan Heng knew it, even though he rarely saw it soft for an extended amount of time.

He missed his boyfriend.

He was also horny now.

Dan Heng looked around, the clock mockingly telling him that it would still take a few hours until Ren came back from his little gathering. After listening to the various arguments of the prideful part of his that didn’t want to jack off and the horny part of his that really wanted to get off now, he decided that he wanted some cock now.

He could take out one of those monster dildos they had in their toy box, but Dan Heng’s attention remained on the newly discovered toy, gingerly grabbing it and curling his fist around it to stroke it gently.

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“Well, a few months ago Dan Heng found this store that sold-“ Whatever Ren wanted to blabber about died on his tongue, when he suddenly felt a hand around his cock. Not even palming him through his pants or anything, no, just straight up a hand curled around the base of his soft dick as if the thick, black fabric wasn’t even there.

“So? What did the store sell?” Aventurine yanked him back to their conversation, which had coincidentally switched to their love lives, specifically their escapades in bed. Ren had not liked the path their little chat had gone down, but soon found it oddly pleasant to talk about this topic with them, even though it made him miss Dan Heng even more.

“Right. It sold sex toys.” The hand slowly started stroking him and Ren couldn’t stop his cock from twitching and starting to grow.

“A sex shop, huh.” Veritas spoke up. “There are plenty in this town, but since you are referring to a… Special one, I assume you are talking about Steamy Oak?”

“Yes. That one.” Ren pressed his lips into a thin line and furrowed his brows, as he folded his hands over his crotch. He wished he had a blanket like Firefly, which he could use to cuddle into and hide the fucking boner that was growing in his pants. “Anyway, we uhh… Dan Heng bought an interesting fleshlight there. It uhhh…” He was blushing by now, the hand just wouldn’t stop stroking him and he even started feeling wetness, as though someone was adding lube or something to ease the glide.

“What about it?” Aventurine tilted his head, he still seemed awfully interested despite Ren looking like he was about to violently shit himself.

“When you use it-!”, he pressed out, voice rough and strained. The two leaned in as if he was about to share confidential state secrets. Either they were oblivious as fuck or ridiculing him. “Another person connected to it can feel exactly what you’re doing to it-!”

“Ohhh…” The couple sounded like an audience captivated by a magician.

“How curious.” Veritas stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I have heard a myriad of strange rumours about the enigmatic owners and the wondrous items of the store, but this is something else… Are you certain such a toy exists?”

“Do I look like I would lie to you?” Ren knew he probably looked like a constipated and cornered cat, glaring at them as he tried to steady his breathing and keep his cock concealed. Moments like these made him wish he didn’t have one or at least not such a big one that, depending on the clothes, would be hard to hide even when soft. At least the hands had retreated for now.

“Haha, don’t worry, we believe you!” Aventurine smiled at him, his uncannily beautiful eyes shining mischievously behind his pink shades. Why did he even wear them when it was dark? “Mm, you don’t happen to know where I could find that store, hm?~”

“Gambler.” The warning look Veritas shot his boyfriend didn’t seem to deter Aventurine at all.

“Relax, doc~ I’m just looking for new ideas, y’know?”

“If these ideas involve you using a fleshlight to-“

Ren couldn’t keep listening to their bickering, the hand was stroking his cock so determinedly, it was like it knew exactly how to get him hard. He had tried to tuck it between his legs, but he couldn’t do that without shoving his hand into his underwear and that would be more than obvious, so he instead opted to nudge it to the side, where it created a way too obvious, cock-shaped bulge. If he could just…

His eyes fell onto his jacket which he had dumped next to Veritas’ and Aventurine’s chair.

Perfect.

Swiftly and silently, Ren leaned over and snatched it up, before placing it on his lap and hiding his boner. If the hand was content with just stroking him like this or even better, leaving him alone now, he might die from getting teased, but he’d avoid a humiliating moment in front of his buddies.

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The dick was getting hard.

What the fuck.

Dan Heng had barely begun stroking it, when he noticed the girth filling up between his fingers. “Wow…” He traced the shaft with his thumb, amazed at how real the material felt, almost like real skin, like Ren’s skin.

Looking around, he quickly found a bottle of lube on the nightstand and picked it up to coat the toy with it and make it easier to stroke. Dan Heng observed how the thing twitched in his grasp and even started taking on a red colour towards the bulbous tip, just like Ren’s cock usually does. Even the thick, pulsating veins riding up the shaft matched and he couldn’t help but be entranced.

Soon, after slowly and teasingly stroking the silicone dick, he had a throbbing monster of at least eight inches standing tall and proud in front of him on the bed. The sides were shiny with lube and if Dan Heng focused really hard, the thing seemed to be twitching, as if it was aching for a tight hole to sink into.

He licked his lips, by now he was already feeling wet between the legs and this cock looked just about ready to demolish him, Dan Heng didn’t want to wait any longer.

He quickly peeled his shorts and underwear off and discarded his shirt, before comfortably settling on the bed and gingerly picking the toy up by the black box with the suction cup.

He poured more lube over his fingers and some on his cunt for good measure, the cool sensation of it trickling over his sensitive clit sending teasing waves of pleasure through his body. “Nghhh~” Moaning, Dan Heng rubbed his wet cunt, letting two fingers slip inside to stretch himself out for the girth he was about to take.

The tip glistened with lube and twitched, as Dan Heng stared at it with half-lidded eyes and leaned over to kiss it. It even had a urethra, he noted, as he kissed it again and slowly let it slip into his mouth, lapping at the head with his tongue. The heaviness and the way it spread his lips apart drove him insane, as he sped up the thrusts of his fingers.

“Hahhh, mghhh~” Slackening his jaw, he pushed the length deeper inside, pressing his tongue against the underside and enjoying the veiny texture of it. It took all of Dan Heng’s willpower not to cum from fucking his throat and fingering his cunt alone, but he managed to force himself through it, stilling his fingers and pressing against his clit. He waited, the uncanny dildo resting against his lips, as he panted and paid attention to every twitch of his pussy.

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Of course he shouldn’t have believed himself to be lucky.

Ren only narrowly avoided gasping in surprise, when something wet and warm pressed a wet kiss against his tip. Lucky for him, Aventurine and Veritas had gotten engrossed in Silver Wolf’s game with her and Firefly was getting more food from their car, which left him with only Kafka’s attention.

“A-Ren?” Kafka tilted his head at him. Of course she noticed it immediately. “Is everything alright? You seem distracted.”

“Nothing”, he grunted out gruffly, eyes narrowing, when the invisible mouth wrapped itself around the head of his dick, its insides as warm and heavenly as his boyfriend’s mouth. “Just… Missing Dan Heng.”

“Is that so…?” She hummed, taking a sip of her wine, before noticing that it was already empty, much to her disappointment. With a sigh, she leaned forward, eyes glued to Ren’s flushed face, his tight lips and his dilated pupils. “Is that…”, the woman whispered quietly, barely audible to anyone except for Ren and herself. “Is that why you’re hard?”

“Ah-!” Ren coughed awkwardly and quickly pulled away from her. There was no malice or amusement in her voice, it was just a plain, simple question, yet he decided to carefully check if his jacket was covering all of his bulge. Even through the thick fabric, he could feel the shape of his cock, yet not a single trace of the mouth that was currently trying to suck the life out of him. It took all of his willpower not to growl. “I…”

“Don’t worry, A-Ren.” Kafka placed a hand on his knee and shot him a reassuring smile. “I won’t tell anybody.”

“Mgh… Thank you, Kafka…”, he rasped out, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. By now his body had given in to the pleasure and his cock was leaking pre-cum into his pants and boxers. Ren really wanted to fuck something, preferably one of Dan Heng’s holes. It was interesting to feel that the mouth couldn’t seem to take more than a third of his length.

“You know… If you want to… Take care of it, you should go now.” Kafka shot him a look of concern. Did he really look that pathetic at the moment? “Before the others’ attention is back on us. I’ll just tell them you went to the loo.”

“Mm… Okay. Thank you.” Giving her a nod, Ren awkwardly shuffled out of the chair and scurried into the dark forest behind him. The prospect of being caught with a hard-on sounded way worse to him than being mauled to death by a serial killer in the woods where no one could hear his screams.

The mouth had apparently had enough from sucking him and he only felt a hand loosely holding the base of his cock, as though waiting for something to be ready.

Hopefully it’ll stay like this long enough for him to find somewhere far away and comfortable enough.

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Once he deemed himself ready, Dan Heng positioned the toy at his cunt, letting the heavy tip and the thick shaft glide over his wet pussy. He moaned quietly and closed his thighs around it, watching with half-lidded eyes how the big dildo fucked his thighs. If he wasn’t aware of the empty space in front of him and his own hand moving it, he could’ve sworn it was Ren teasing him.

Flexing the muscles of his thighs, Dan Heng intently watched it throb between his legs, shuddering, when the veiny shaft brushed against his awaiting cunt. It looked just desperate as he felt, feral and dying to sink into a tight, warm hole and that made Dan Heng feel evil.

“Is that what you want, hm?”, he groaned, more to himself than the toy, as he slipped the tip into his hole, shallowly thrusting it an inch deep, before pulling it out and thumbing the slit. It twitched in his hand and the red colour made it look like it was steaming with pent-up arousal and anger, aching to dump a load into him.

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“Ugh…” Ren sank down on a rock, grunting as if he was already balls-deep inside his boyfriend. But that’s what it felt like after all.

Something hot and wet was wrapped tightly around his hard length, teasingly moving up and down and occasionally something wet and inviting kissed his leaking tip.

With a growled curse, Ren spat into his and fished his dick out of his pants. Wrapping his fist around it, he messily thrusted into his hand, while the other went white with how hard it gripped the cold stone underneath him.

A small, sane part of him felt humiliated at the way he was hunched over the rock, groaning and rutting into his own fist like some animal in rut. But the feeling of firm flesh around his cock, the tip just barely breaching a warm, inviting hole, drove him insane.

Ren would’ve already grabbed the owner of this delicious-feeling cunt and rammed himself in to the hilt, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was alone in the woods and the only flesh he had to fuck was his own hand.

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A thought crossed his mind, as Dan Heng paused his movements and clenched his thighs tightly around the dildo. If he had to go through the trouble to get it hard, what if it came before him? He knew it was ridiculous to think that a fucking sex toy could cum, go flaccid and enter some sort of refractory period, but then again, who in their right mind even made a dildo that wasn’t permanently hard? It was just cumbersome to use.

Like most men, a funny part of Dan Heng’s brain helpfully supplied, as he circled the tip over his hole. He was dying for a good fuck by now, but the prospect of being denied release simply because his toy came before him, made him reconsider.

And grab a cock-ring.

Luckily, it fit perfectly around the massive girth, given that it was basically Ren’s size. And shape. And colour and everything.

“Heh…” He couldn’t stop a wicked grin from spreading on his face, as he brought the tip back to his hole and pushed it in.

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“Hahh-?!” Ren had mostly ignored the brief loss of stimulation, choosing to replace it by violently bucking his hips into his fist and chasing his pleasure that way, but the cold sensation of something being slipped onto his length couldn’t be ignored so easily.

Pausing his ministrations, he stared down at his dick, leaking and ready to burst. There was nothing at all, yet he could clearly feel the cold metal of a cock ring hugging its base and effectively preventing him from cumming when he wanted to. Usually he and Dan Heng only played with it, when the latter felt like poking a beast and sticking his hand into its maw full of sharp teeth.

A growl went past Ren’s gritted teeth, as he fumbled at the base of his cock, his efforts to get the ghost cock ring off futile. He could now feel the wet hole again, finally welcoming him inside.

Clenching his eyes shut, he placed both of his hands on the cold rock beneath him and rutted his hips forward, in the hopes of speeding up the process of sinking into the delicious warmth of the phantom cunt.

Ren was denied this sort of control that he loved so much, but the hole felt so uncannily realistic, he could just imagine his boyfriend lying underneath him, panting and moaning, as he slid into him.

He let out a sigh, when he was balls-deep inside the small hole, it was fluttering and clenching down around him, as if struggling to accommodate his size. The urge to pull out and roughly slam himself back in burned inside him, but he was starting to accept that it was a futile effort. Stroking himself wasn’t an option anymore either, his cold fist unable to match the heavenly hole that was currently shifting and twitching around him.

So he turned to sit on the rock and waited, watched how his cock twitched and dripped pre-cum, as he finally felt the pussy lifting up, its tight entrance hugging his tip, before sinking down again and drawing a low groan out of him.

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“Hahhh, oh shit~” Dan Heng moaned, when he felt the dildo bury itself inside of him and effortlessly hitting the best spots. “So full…” He clenched down on it and ground his hips around shallowly, enjoying the way it filled him up.

His walls subconsciously clenched down on the girth, as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in. Dan Heng felt himself practically sucking it back in, as he rubbed his clit with his thumb, whenever he sheathed the toy fully inside himself.

He wasn’t used to controlling the speed of the thrusts, but he found himself liking it, as he got to enjoy the slow drag and the tingling pleasure from each of them.

“Hahhh~ Mghhh~” Throwing his head back, he let his legs relax and fall open, as he worked up a steady rhythm and used his other hand to fondle at his chest. A squeal left his lips, when he harshly pinched his nipples, imitating the way Ren would play with them, whenever he fucked him in that position.

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“Fuck…” Ren barely even felt the cold night air of the forest, as he laid down on the icy rock. As if the ghost using his cock for a good fuck had human body heat, which Ren desperately chased by occasionally bucking his hips up. It didn’t help though, the hole kept a steady pace of sinking down on him and lifting up again.

He growled impatiently and flicked at his cock, the movement it caused not seeming to deter the hole around him the slightest. Ren’s hands were cold, when he used them to fondle his balls and slipped them up his shirt to play with his nipples and enjoy the warmth of his chest. His dick felt ready to burst at any moment, but the invisible cock ring mockingly denied him his release and only served to fuel his irritation.

“Hah-?” Then suddenly, the hole stopped moving, fully setting down on him and shifting around. Ren blinked in confusion, as he clearly felt coarse hairs tickle his scrotum, but even when he ran his fingers over it, there was nothing.

“Ngh-!” His hips reflexively bucked upwards into nothingness, when he felt the pussy around him clearly lift up, yet clench around him like a vice as though it wanted to lift him up with it. It came back down on his dick with force, far more than before. It was clearly riding him now with vigour.

Clenching his eyes shut, Ren dug his nails into his pecs and hissed, the overstimulation was starting to hurt. He usually didn’t mind it a little rougher, but overstimulation was one way to drive him batshit crazy.

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“Shit-! Ren-!” Dan Heng groaned out his lover’s name, as he repeatedly slammed his hips down onto the cursed dildo. He had soon grown bored of the slow, gentle fucking and quickly decided to change position and ride that thing like his life depended on it.

The toy was soaked in his juices by now and the way it roughly hit the deepest spots inside of him was heavenly. Dan Heng made sure to roll his hips and grind down onto it whenever he slammed back down, using gravity as an aid.

His fingers were still deftly rubbing his clit, occasionally digging the nail into it to imitate the way his boyfriend would treat him. The pain was exciting and it sent electric sparks of pleasure through his body.

As Dan Heng felt his high approaching, he could feel the toy twitching more and more inside of him, as if it was actually about to burst at any moment.

“Just…! Hahhh, a second-!” Moaning, Dan Heng swiped up more of his juices and intensified the stimulation to his clit. His legs were starting to get sore from the speed at which he rode the toy, but he still went down harder and faster, until he felt something inside of him burst.

“Ahhh-! Ren!” He came with a shout, as the dildo sank into him one last time. His cunt clenched down on it as if it wanted to choke the length to death and Dan Heng felt a warm liquid gushing out of his hole and staining the bedsheets below, as he shuddered and closed his eyes in bliss, slumping against the headrest.

After a bit, he yawned and shifted, laying down on the bed to see that the dildo was going flaccid. With the cock ring still on.

“Wow… Came despite that thing…”, he muttered, as he picked it up and removed the cock ring to wipe them down with a tissue. “Although… Right, why would a dildo even come? What am I thinking…” Blaming the post-nut clarity and the bizarreness of his sex life, he slid off the bed and left to clean up the toys.

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“Ungh…” Ren came back to himself feeling nasty and disoriented. He was certain he passed out there.

Once the hole had started to ride him forcefully, teasing and squeezing him with every move, he couldn’t take it anymore and had started to stroke himself with the hand warmed up at his chest. He had been determined enough to get off while the hole was still there and his dick felt sore, limp and pathetic now from the hard action he had put it through.

The rock was cold and uncomfortable underneath him, to the point it made Ren feel so exhausted he didn’t want to get up. But the very real sensation of his cum cooling and drying on his half-exposed stomach, the cold of the night in combination with his light attire and the distant memory of his friends waiting for him at the campfire brought him back to reality.

“Bah…” Slowly sitting up, he assessed the damage, happy that he had been at least sane enough to only cum on his stomach and the rock, but not on his clothes.

Fumbling around in the dark, Ren carefully slid off the rock and picked up a few dry leaves to wipe his abdomen clean and stuff his dick back into his pants. Smoothing down his hair and clothes, he stood there for a while, arms crossed over his chest and brows furrowed as he stared at nothing in particular.

He now felt water and a small hand running over his soft dick, washing it probably. It felt nice, but it would’ve been even nicer, if he was actually getting clean, but unfortunately, much like the phantom cunt and hand, the water was, but a sensation.

With a sigh, he shuffled back to the campfire and his friends, but not without seeing something akin to a golden, starry halo glow between the trees and disappear.

#honkai star rail #hsr blade #dan heng #renheng #hsr fanfic #blade honkai #honkai sr #fanfiction #nsft #⛩️ jays writing

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the-iron-orchid · 2 years ago

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It's.... MERMAY-PALOOZA~

Finally, FINALLY I have collected enough assets to do MerMay!

This one will go a lil differently from previous Renderpaloozas - I'll be taking requests all week (5/1/23 - 5/7/23), but instead of trying to cram all the renders into the same week, I'll be pacing myself and releasing them throughout the month.

Choices and rules are under the cut. I can't possibly show every variation available, feel free to DM me if you want to see texture options or have any questions!

Requests are now CLOSED.

You can find the request queue here!

RULES:

Please limit to 2 requests per requestor.

One character per render.

Renders will have a prefab underwater scene as a backdrop.

Poses will be chosen by me.

If you request someone else's OC, I will have to okay it with the OC's creator first!

I reserve the right to close the request window at any time, I am but one little guy and I can only do so much T_T

I will append a request queue to this post as requests come in! If you send a request and don't see it appear in the queue within a day, tumblr probably ate your request :c Try again!

Tail Choices:

Classic Merfolk (choose tailfin)

Seahorse Tail

Fantasy Lionfish Tail

Octo-Mer (fem base characters only, sadly)

Shark Tail (choose arm fins, scars, body paint)

Classic Mermaid (with gills, fem base only)

Eel Tail (with gills, masc base only)

Fancy Tails (choose fin options)

Snake Tails (choose scale options)

Texture Choices:

Color - most of these have a huge array of colors and patterns available. Feel free to DM me about the choices available for the tail you've chosen! I can also make some basic color adjustments to suit. You can also just leave it up to me!

Glossy/Metallic/Pearly/Bioluminescent - I can make the tail have a fancy sheen or bioluminescent markings!

Clothing/Jewelry:

Pearls, gems, gold, silver; rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings and body chains; facial and body piercings - I can adorn your mer in jewelry if you like! Give a general vibe and I'll do my best to fulfill it from my large library of jewelry assets. (Otherwise, they'll just have their usual jewelry.)

Armor - I can put armor on the top half of your mer. Choose from fantasy or realistic styles.

Modesty top - if your mer has breasts, they can go bare (will mark the render as Mature) or I can choose a little fantasy top for them to wear. (If your mer goes bare, I can absolutely give them nip piercings btw)

Masc mers can absolutely wear a little crop top too, as a treat :)

Hair:

Unless otherwise specified, characters will have their usual hair, but you can request a long-haired version for your mer!

Available Models:

Julian

Asra

Nadia

Portia

Valerius

Jinana

Heron @vesuvian-disaster

Marcus Aquila @vesuvian-disaster

Hjordis @vesuvian-disaster

Miloš @xx-sharpfawngz-xxx

Donna @bottomvalerius

Vida @apprenticevida

Turel @fullyfunctionalapprentice

Bastien @daisydevorak

Ell'iandyr @foxfirefallout

Tsedi @joasakura

Arsenic @arsenicxarcana

Coatli @coyoxxtl

Evander @luasworkshop

Yeshe (because it's funny)

Have Fun!

#renderpalooza!#mermay 2023 #mermaypalooza

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shiftingdiariesofophelia · 1 year ago

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Ophelia would like to preface this by saying:

I AM NOT AN ARTIST!!!

I draw for funsies occasionally and it’s really not that deep to me. But- in an effort to try to find a dress I’d realistically like to wear to the Yule ball- I found that nothing really had the colors, shape, and general design that I wanted. I’m nothing if not particular. Instead of doing the rational thing and just finding a dress I sort of like and saying it’s good enough, I’ve gone and drawn a mock-up of about what my Yule Ball outfit would look like entirely. Honestly it’s more fun than anything serious.

(If anyone makes fun of me I will fr cry so keep ur negative opinions to urself)

(I did use a person sketch model outline that came with the art program I used because that for real would have added a whole two hours for me to do myself and this whole thing was to design the dress anyway, so idc)

So the idea is a dark green dress, probably a silk-ish material. It begins at the mid-neck area and goes down into a sort of “spine” of a corset-style front, which is beaded with small silver accenting. Then there’s the floor-length skirt piece, very simple but flowy. I’m sure I’d need to wear a petticoat but that’s fine tbh. There’s also the same beading around the neckline if you look closely. The drawing is cartoonish in nature but it’s the general shape and idea of where everything is. The sleeves on the sides would be transparent (hence them in a different color) made of a dark green tulle. The makeup isn’t blended because I have no idea how digital art works, but the idea is a silver-green fade. Def sparkly. Green accent earrings bc Slytherins gotta represent house colors at all times. Also, peep the hair pins, specifically designed to be the three little stars that are drawn in the corner of the book’s pages! I thought it was cute idc. That locket also has significance and I don’t leave anywhere without it so I figured I’d add it for accuracy’s sake.

(Also I’d rather die than draw backgrounds. So. Purple it is.)

Yeah.

BUT THEN-

I was like “you know what else I don’t have a picture of? The specific way my wand looks in my head.” So then naturally, I needed to draw that as well. Again. I’m not an artist. You absolutely will find problems if you look hard enough because this is all just for fun. But- here’s my wand!

As you can see, it’s vine wood (same as Hermione’s, which I actually didn’t know until after I chose it!) with phoenix feather core. 11 1/2 inches because I ain’t no scrub. Mine’s a lighter vine material, some are darker, but vine is a vast wood type and has a bunch of colors and I wanted a lighter colored wand. The idea is that vines were actually carved into the wand as a decorative piece, with the leaves wrapping around the wand from the hilt to the tip. Realistically, it’d all be the same color. But for the art style it’s drawn in, the pop-out pieces are lighter to make them stand out against the frame of the wand. I had so much fun doing the details and it actually didn’t take me too long. If anyone’s bored and also has a HP dr I’d recommend designing your own wand like this because it’s so interesting to learn about wand components and designing something fun and specific to yourself!

(Aka Ophelia’s doing everything except for studying for finals 🤭 but it’s okay if i don’t pass i’ll simply just die so it’s really not that deep.)

#shifting #reality shifting #shiftblr #art #digital art #yule ball #desired reality #ophie speaks #shut up ophie #harry potter dr #hp shifting

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emerypilled · 11 months ago

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There is something very weirdly nostalgic about emerys first design despite how much I hate it. Simon’s first design is just ugly to me. I made him out of fucking nowhere. Emery too. Agh!

Fun facts about first Emery and first Simon:

• their original ages were 55 and 57

• 1st Simon was extremely Ron Swanson inspired despite the fact that I’d never seen an actual episode of parks and rec

• 1st Simon was just a background character I designed randomly because I needed one until I decided he’d be his own character. He wasn’t meant to be as important as he is now.

• once I thought up 1st Simon, 1st Emery followed. I always wanted them to be married. Also, they had the same last name: Stadoor. You might be wondering what the origin of that last name is. Once when I was in church I saw a statue next to a door. Brilliant I know! I was 13, and I used it for another oc of mine before mindscape was even conceptualized. I just threw it on to 1st Simon and Emery because I hadn’t even considered nationality or ethnicity.

• 1st Emery went by Mx. Stadoor. They’ve had the most name changes, actually. They went from Mx. Stadoor to Mx. Shinohara to Dr. Niang. I decided to give them a doctorate and make them a neuroscientist and not have them take Simon’s last name less than a year ago.

• 1st Simon was a lot more no nonsense than he is now. His voice claim was Gideon from criminal minds.

• 1st Emery’s personality is almost identical to their current one EXCEPT that for a minute they were the complete opposite in their attitudes towards clients. 1st Emery was colder. They didn’t give a shit about their clients, and the person they were as a therapist was drastically different to who they actually were. That first part changed pretty quickly, and they became the overly attached therapist they are now. The second part changed a bit over time, and soon enough the only difference between therapist Emery and normal Emery was that therapist Emery is able to hold unconditional positive regard and actual Emery is hyper critical and literally sadistic in bed.

• 1st Emery would sew the magical girl fits that the interns (then called volunteers) fought in. They were really enthusiastic about it too. When they were in their 20s, they worked as a part time assistant to a fashion designer, and during shows they’d do last minute fixes and the like. They even modeled a bit. I scraped this part of their backstory completely as I thought it wouldn’t be realistic for them. I think I should maybe bring a little bit of it back.

• once I decided 1st Emery would be attached to their clients, my 15 year old self was like awww they’d be so nice to their clients and give them hugs if they asked and such!! Current Emery Would Not do that. If they’re hugging a client it’s because a client hugged them spontaneously. Even then they’re really…not hugging back unless someone came back from the fucking dead or something and hugged them without a warning.

• after I aged both 1st Emery and 1st Simon down 12 years, I didn’t want Simon to lose the grey hair so I claimed that he dyed it silver. At 45. And you could see his roots growing back and Emery would kind of give you a look because they felt bad telling him to dye it again.

• I had no idea how to write adults that spoke English and were psychologists or even just generally so I characterized them really strangely until I got a better grasp on how they’d behave. Even now I doubt I’ve got it down.

• 1st Emery’s eye color and underliner stayed like that for an absurd amount of time. I did not want to let it go…ultimately I did and they’ve had their current look for over two years now but I very very recently changed mindscape to take place in 2045 and gave Emery these sick ass contacts that turn their eyes blue when they project something from them. Repo style

#emery niang #simon shinohara #retrospective

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purpletyrant · 1 year ago

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how exactly do genetics work with your ocs (lafossa ones) ?? i think i'm confused

im not sure i know what you mean! there isnt a science to it. for orchidee, i wanted her mother to kind of be her opposite for story reasons, so she has white hair and a greyish coat. im also very interested in making characters resemble their grandparents, since one running theme i keep walking into is the cycle of neglect and resentment between parent and child. so valencia is a near spitting image of her grandmother, edelweiss. i did take care to make it seem like orchidees iridescent horn is a realistic result of her parents genetics. her fathers horn is modeled after matte blue sea glass

and then of course theres eubora and marcella, who are both nunziatas and share a silver horn/hooves, but theyre somewhat distantly related so i really didnt even need to do that

#ask #anonymous #lafossa tag

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abellarts · 2 years ago

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Filipiniana inspired by the Entities (the Eye, the Vast, the Dark)

[ID: Three drawings of three modelled Filipinianas against a shared background which looks like aged paper. Each one is labelled a different entity which goes, from left to right, the Eye, the Vast, and the Dark. All the models are faceless. Three close ups follow the main image.

The Eye Filipiniana is an 1890s traje de mestiza featuring a brown panuelo with green embroidered trimming resembling ink pen tips and green strips resembling eyelashes at the opening, a translucent wide-sleeved striped baro in alternating off-white and green with green embroidered eyes for trimming, a dark cyan tapis with rows of books patterned on, and a silky striped saya in alternating yellow and green with an eye where the saya and the tapis meet and embroidery of people walking at the hem. Finished with accessories of a silky green necklace with a hanging realistic eye and a dark blue folding fan with an eye pattern. The model has brown skin and straight black hair up in a bun.

The Vast Filipiniana is a Commonwealth Era Style Baro’t Saya featuring a violet umbrella with a bright galaxy on the inside that the model holds on her shoulder, a magenta panuelo with yellow and orange stripes held together with a bright yellow star-shaped medallion, wide translucent butterfly-sleeved baro with a sunset to sky blue gradient from top to bottom with embroidered white clouds on the sleeves, a tapis with different shades of blue going from a light blue to dark blue top to bottom with embroidered silver fish of differing sizes, and a silky dark-blue-to-deep-blue saya with a long saya de cola with dark silhouettes resembling tentacles creeping up the sides. The model has pale tan skin and wavy hair held up in a loose lower bun.

The Dark Filipiniana is an 1840s Baro’t Saya styled for church-wear featuring a translucent plaid-patterned magenta panuelo, a striped straight-sleeved camisa in alternating dark magenta and off-white, a dark purple tapis embroidered with hands in alternating red and blue gripping each other by the wrist, a plaid-patterned magenta saya, and dark purple sandals. The models holds a dark purple hood over her head, the outside is a dark purple trimmed with white embroidery meant to look like closed eyes, the inside is a dark mass filled with open white eyes in strange positions, the dark mass drips down the edges of the hood, some eyes following. The model has ashy tan skin and combed back brown hair.

./.End ID]

Finally finished it! I’ve wanted to do this for a while but pushed it off until now. The Entities as a couple versions of the Filipiniana. I don’t have plans rn to make the others since I suspect I will soon be busy again. Still, I have some ideas, particularly for the Web. Have a favourite?

My inspiration+info under the cut! :D

1) The Eye

I based the Eye’s Filipiniana off of the “traje de mestiza”, an aristocratic ensemble popular during the 1890s near the end of Spanish colonial rule. It’s also known as the “Maria Clara” gown due to association with the main heroine of Jose Rizal’s novel “Noli me Tangere.”

Ngl I struggled to add more motifs than just “Eye” but I tried to be creative with it. The panuelo (the cloth around the shoulders) is supposed to look like eyelids which is why there are eyelashes. The embroidered trim is supposed to be the tips of ink pens. The trim of her sleeves are eyes. The tapis (the dark cloth around the lower area) features shelves of books. The bottom of the dress is supposed to be the Eye Watching people suffering at the hem. I got extremely lazy though and just got a “people walking” brush from the csp asset store and stamped them on. Didn’t get me the effect I intended but I was too tired to change it.

[ID: A sepia photograph of a woman looking to the left while wearing a traje de mestiza and holding a closed fan. /.End ID]

[ID: An image of the original front cover of Jose Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere manuscript./.End ID]

2) The Vast

The Vast’s Filipiniana I based off of the style popular during the 1930s-1940s Commonwealth Era. Honestly I only chose it because those sleeves are the very definition of vast.

The design has a simple concept but I ended up liking the end result a lot! It’s supposed to be a top to bottom gradient of aspects of the vast. Starting from space, going into sky blue, then ending in the deep abyss of the ocean.

[ID: A sepia photograph of a seated woman wearing a Commonwealth Era Filipiniana. /.End ID]

[ID: A black-and-white photograph of three young women wearing Baro’t Saya in the Commonwealth Era style in a forest setting. All three have their panuelo wrapped around their heads. The girl farthest in the back carries an open umbrella./.End ID]

3) The Dark

Lastly, the Dark’s Filipiniana is based off of 1840s church-wear. I thought I could do something with the hood and the church theme suited the Dark well.

I’ll admit the Dark gave me trouble. Dark is a very vague theme. The hood is the main focus of the dress I think as everything else is pretty standard/I ripped off from the original whoops. The trim is supposed to look like a bunch of closed eyes. The inner hood is a dripping black mass with eyes from who-knows-where. The tapis has a pattern of several hands grasping each other by the wrist because something unknown gripping you from the dark is terrifying. “The blanket never did anything” anyone?

[ID: "A damsel going to early mass," by Justiniano Asuncion, 1841. The painting features a woman looking to the left, wearing darkly coloured 1840s church-wear with a hood, she holds a white cloth in her right hand./.End ID]

[ID: "A señorita walking to church in the daytime," by Justiniano Asuncion, 1841. The painting features a woman looking to the left, wearing brightly coloured 1840s church-wear with a thin gauzy white hood. She holds a small book, presumably a bible. ./.End ID]

#tma #The Magnus Archives #MagnusPod #MagPod #The Entities #The Eye #The Beholding #The Vast #The Dark #Abellarts #i worked hard on this don't flop/j

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sepublic · 3 years ago

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Does anyone else think Conjurer should be a Vortixx? He and the Shadowed One look the part, but unlike TSO, Conjurer doesn’t have a tail, which is more in line with Roodaka’s species. I know Greg acknowledged and explained this discrepancy as TSO removing Conjurer’s tail as a punishment, but tbh I think it’s simpler to just say he’s a Vortixx.

I get that since Roodaka was our first and basically only representation of a Vortixx, everyone is tempted to see all other Vortixx in relation to her; Assume that Roodaka is a perfect representative of her species. But to be honest I find that kind of limiting and silly an assumption for worldbuilding, that all Vortixx must be characterized based on what we know of Roodaka as a sexy lizard dominatrix, hence all of them looking like her with the prominent Rahkshi boobs and hair, the Pohatu Nuva claw butt, and the women being scheming and dominant; An obvious reference to Roodaka’s, erm, characterization. It’s way more realistic that Roodaka is her own individual who doesn’t necessarily reflect her species as a whole, thus accommodating room for a hypothetical individual like Conjurer who isn’t all... that.

Humans, as well as the Toa and Matoran, aren’t so uniform; Why should the other species be? You see this problem in Krekka and Sidorak’s species too; Krekka is a dumb brute so all of his kind is. Sidorak is a scheming aristocrat so all of his kind is... Though in his case I feel there’s at least the implied cultural background to justify that, plus at least some members of his species are just regular ship merchants. As a means of worldbuilding it’s admittedly kind of reductive, relying on these stereotypes; I think it works for some species like the Skakdi, who we were introduced via multiple members at once (thereby solidifying this as a societal and not an individual case), but still. This trope works in moderation but afterwards can get pretty old.

Also, Conjurer even has a rhotuka launcher in his hand and asymmetrical, prominent claws; Like Roodaka! He doesn’t need to be a sexy lizard dominatrix just to be a Vortixx is what I’m saying, especially since that’s the most straightforward and sensible answer as to what he is. And a case could be made for TSO being a Vortixx too; He’s got the black Vahki head, same type of eyes as Roodaka... Silver rahkshi heads on his chest, the same silver triangle for a codpiece, even similar legs; I don’t know if the designer made TSO with any story idea in mind, or if they just mashed together Keetongu and Roodaka’s sets and left it open for Greg to interpret... But tbh, TSO really does look like a Vortixx, moreso than he resembles Ancient or Tyrant, who are actual canon members of his species. I have to wonder if his designer made the combiner model with the inclination towards it being a decked-out Roodaka or fellow Vortixx, but it was Greg who went with his own direction.

#bionicle #Conjurer #roodaka #Vortixx #dark hunters #meta

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inamindfarfaraway · 3 years ago

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So I know we all have mixed feelings about My Little Pony: A New Generation (I personally think it wasn’t perfect, but was good enough for what it actually needed to be for the kids it’s aimed at, and the new concepts and characters could be really great when fleshed out more in the upcoming show), but can we just stop and appreciate how absolutely gorgeous the pony designs are?

The colour schemes are vivid and distinctive, while not garish or clashing. They suit each pony’s personality and tone well. The previous generation did this excellently too though, what struck me most was the design changes and new animation…

The textures! The manes, the different types of mane texture and style and length. The animation of them moving, swishing, bouncing, rippling, from Sunny’s plait and Izzy’s waterfall of curls to even the stallions’ shorter hair. The fuzz of the coats. The fluffy swoosh of fur coming down to the hooves.

The unique ornate patterning and sharper points of unicorn horns. The variation in pegasus wings, like the downy fluff of Pipp’s and Zipp and Haven’s multicoloured feather layers, and their slightly more realistic proportions, large enough to cover their cutie marks when folded.

They all have hooves! Visibly separate from the coat in colour and texture, adding another element to the judicious colour schemes - e.g. Izzy’s beautiful dark purple, Pipp’s glamorous gold (if you look closely, the hoof that holds the phone slots into a brighter, glittery gold artificial covering on the back of the phone case for convenience) and Zipp’s regal silver. No more of the hard smooth surfaces joined imperceptibly to the ends of furred legs we got in Generation Four. Hooves were a rare privilege in those character models! I can finally picture a character wearing an actual horseshoe without it looking weird!

These are some good-looking little horses, that’s all I’m saying. This movie’s animation is stunning overall. Now by all means, continue to argue about plot holes and rushed story arcs.

#huge credit to the animators #and design team #i can understand the animation not having the same level of quality in the show but i hope they get close #and keep a similar style #my only problem was the cutie marks on one side only i just don’t get why they changed that #it is the opposite of adding something!#mlp a new generation #mlp: a new generation #mlp generation 5 #mlp gen 5 #mlp g5

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saturnaftertaste · 3 years ago

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I would love to hear your thoughts on YJS3

sure! fair warning, though, I'm a ranty person by nature so this might end up being a bit long. sorry in advance ♡

anyway! things I liked:

the humor: s3 was pretty funny lmao, theres that whole collection of outta pocket scenes from throughout the season that I find hilarious each time + the humor was a little more dirty which is nice bc the audience has also grown up from the kids they might've been when they watched it on CN

dickbabs!: I'm not a huge fan of dickbabs, I prefer dickkory (no hate to dickbabs stans btw I just vibe more with dickkory) but this dynamic between the two of them was so sweet and well-balanced I couldnt help but squeal everytime they were on-screen

Clark and Conner getting along: them calling each other brothers was so CUTE I canttt

FORAGER: an absolute legend 10/10 freaking love him

That Episode With The Hallucination: mmmmmmm I miss wally. SO MUCH. and the og 6 I was Super Mad about the first timeskip so it was nice to see them all together again🥰

yeah that's about it for things I liked lmao. now time for the Much Longer list of Things I Hated:

HALO: young justice the bar was so fucking low how are you still successfully doing the limbo what the fuck. you take a muslim immigrant in what is VERY CLEARLY a hijab and 1. infantilize her to an exceptionally uncomfortable degree (I KNOW SHE WAS THE MOTHERBOX, I DONT CARE) to the point where she resembles a five-year-old with every sentence she speaks or action she takes 2. you made a visibly muslim girl claim that she's actually no longer muslim, she's just wearing the hijab as some kind of security blanket???? I'm sorry??? what the fuck were you aiming for here exactly 3. why did you have to name her violet harper. what. 4. really?? the immediate romance with brion? What the shit was up with that...you make her Muslim in some aspects like victor not seeing her hair when she brushes it but her LITERALLY making out with brion like I'm sorry what the fuck are you doing??? you had one muslim character and you fucked up so bad holy shit...like...it could've been simple as hell, man, but no...Big Yikes.

M'gann: I've said this before but I really feel like once they introduced artemis m'gann immediately became a side character whose only job is to be villainised again and again even though it doesn't really vibe with her character. Secret teams?? Lying to Conner??? This isn't s3 but that whole thing with their breakup in s2...what the shit are they doing to M'gann, man. I loved her so much in s1, she's literally trying her best after having gone through so much and it's never fully explored...like we get half explanations every season but we're never shown half the shit that we were given for artemis. And by making her the Uncool Girlfriend at points it just looks like they're trying make her easy to hate like what the fuck. no. stop it

The Plot: too overcomplicated, too many characters. It's only season three, why are you introducing Apokolips already. Why are there so many characters?? what's with all the subplots yall were switching location cards every five minutes. And it's so convoluted...like...what was going on with Beast Boy and the monkey-god-doom-patrol-exposition stuff? I can't even remember if there were two granny goodnesses or just the one. All of those meta kids left over from the last season are a cute cast but like...I was so bored??? we know you can do well-written self-contained storylines a la s1, so hop to it, yeah?

THE ANIMATION: ok ok ok so. season 1 and two (one especially) had a very distinct feeling to them and that feeling was very late-2000s Cartoon Network Action Show - the base model for the males and females is the same (like Ben 10 Alien Force) the colors were not dynamic (stayed the same no matter the lighting, lots of cel shading, and generally were realistically colored in the sense that suspension of disbelief was not entirely necessary) CHEEKBONES, gritty textures and purple skies (Batman the Brave and the Bold). overall theres a certain Tone to the earlier seasons that spoke a lot to the animation capabilities of the studios at the time, as well as the general feel of the show. however, season three was a MAJOR downgrade in terms of animation. they made it both simpler and more complicated - they started using their DCAMU animation style which while it does give muscles to the women, adds too many unneeded shadows and a strange stiffness and dullness to every character. There are now extra lines and uncessesary shadows on the face of every character, and their eyes and facial features are almost identical. There's also less highlights, and the hairstyles are way too overcomplicated now to be appealing (see mgann and dick) - the hair is unspeakably dull and and the skin tones and hair colors are painful on the eyes. This isn't even taking into account the shitty backgrounds they've started using (AHEM AHEM ARTEMIS'S KITCHEN) because while the earlier seasons may have had unappealing, mostly empty settings, the characters still fit in to the scene, unlike now.

the lack of sisterhood????: apparently, only artemis goes to see zatanna for her Dr. Fate appointments. Apparently, M'gann barely talks to Artemis after the very tragic apparent death of Wally. the two of them, dare I say even the THREE of them, should be close as hell considering they spent their early years super-heroing together on a team full of boys. M'gann LITERALLY called Artemis her sister in the SAME EPISODE she was introduced, and neither of them had any real girlfriends other than each other at this point. M'gann who fell apart so hard Artemis died in her head that she almost killed them all in her grief. Like. You're telling me, you're SHOWING me that these two aren't each other's support system? Where is the sisterhood, bitch????

Lastly: the costume design. I understand that they're constrained by the need to make it simple enough to animate, but COME ON. if you're going to borrow Diana's DCAMU/JL: War costume, at least keep the metal silver. What the fuck is that green-gold. And Tigress? god DAMN that mask is ugly. Cassie looks like she robbed a goddamn supermarket discount clothing aisle for her outfit. Why is bart's outfit Like That it's so ugly it makes me want to cry. @ young justice costume designers Please Rethink Your Decisions

that's about all I can think of right now. it got REALLY negative whoops, but theres just so much I didn't like about this season :/ hopefully the next one will better ;-;

#thanks for the ask!#dc #dawn rants #young justice #mgann morzz #artemis crock #violet harper #opinions

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heyyyharry · 4 years ago

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Chapter 13: The Oscars

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which they attend the Oscars and Y/N almost misses it.

Word count: 5k

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Song in the kitchen scene: A Million Times - Alice Kristiansen ft. Julian Lamadrid

Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)

“And the Oscar goes toooooooo...HARRY STYLES!”

“Stop making fun of me!”

“I’m not!” Y/N plumped down on to the treehouse floor, sitting with her legs crossed as she shook Harry’s arm gently. “Come on. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I’m not being hard on myself. I’m being realistic,” he replied, toying with a yellow leaf he’d found on the floor just to avoid making eye contact as they spoke. Y/N didn’t get why he was embarrassed and so doubtful of himself. She had seen him on stage when he’d been Romeo last year. He was one of the best kid actors and no one could convince her otherwise.

“Your new drama teacher was a meanie,” she huffed, arms folded across her chest.

Harry finally cast her a glance as the corners of his mouth turned up. “You’re not being objective. Mrs Berry was.”

“You’re a kid! Kids are allowed to make mistakes. That’s the only way they can learn and improve. My writing sucks but you don’t see me giving up.”

“Has anyone ever told you your writing sucks?”

“Celine’s brother.”

“He’s an arsehole.”

“Harry!”

“Sorry,” Harry chuckled, lifting both hands. “He’s a bum.”

Y/N didn’t laugh when he did. If her mum and dad knew he cursed all the time, they wouldn’t let her hang out with him anymore. “Well,” she exhaled. “I feel sorry for your teacher. She probably has nothing better to do with her life than crushing kids’ dreams because her dreams had died with her talent when she became a teacher instead of an actress.”

“Are you sure you’re ten years old?” Harry smiled, giving her a look that could be interpreted as either amazed or amused or both.

She’d never told him, but he had one of the best smiles she’d ever seen, which was why she was sure he would become successful. Having a great smile was a great quality for every actor. At least that was what her best friend Celine had told her.

“Are you sure you’re older than me?” she rebutted.

He lifted his shoulders in a half-shrug. “I’m gonna listen to you because you’re a know-it-all.”

She said nothing and launched herself to her feet, clearing her throat. He watched with a confused look on his face when she picked up his water bottle and held it with both hands like the way an actor would hold the Oscar statue.

“Harry is too shy to come on stage and accept this Academy Award,” she said, “so I’m gonna accept it on his behalf. He’d like to thank his family, his drama teacher Mrs Berry, and his biggest fan Y/N aka Bambi. These are the people who helped shape his career.” Harry doubled over laughing as she lifted the water bottle above her head. “Thank you so much for this award. Have a good night, Los Angeles!”

Y/N contemplated her reflection in the full-length mirror while Harry was watching her from the couch on the side. She cast him a sideways glance, to which he responded with a thumbs-up and a grin.

She sucked in a breath, looking back at herself. She looked different. She felt different. She had worn plenty of expensive gowns that didn’t belong to her and attended countless exclusive events with Harry before. But this. This was the Academy Awards. And she was wearing the kind of dress that was meant to turn heads on the red carpet, the kind of dress that models wore on the runway. She used to watch award shows with her best friends all the time, and could never imagine herself pulling off such elegant outfits. But now, she almost looked like she belonged at the Oscars.

She wasn’t wearing any make-up and her hair was in a simple low ponytail, so she knew the dress had done all the work to make her look desirable. Harry’s designer had taken the inspiration from the iconic silver dress in The Little Mermaid, when Ariel returned from the sea and reunited with Prince Eric. Harry had joked that Y/N resembled a fawn more than a princess, and she had smacked him hard on the arm, proving that she was neither.

“Is it too tight?” asked Meili – the designer. She was so kind that Y/N felt like they’d been friends forever. But on second thought, being a professional, it was Meili’s job to make her clients feel most comfortable in and out of her designs.

“No, this is perfect,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure?” She confirmed with a nod. “All right.” Meili patted her gently on the back. “How about we try walking?”

And so Y/N descended the steps and sauntered about the fitting area to make sure she was comfortable and able to breathe normally. Harry had risen from the sofa and come to stand beside Meili, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched Y/N strike a silly pose.

“What do you think?” she asked him.

Instead of answering the question, he turned to Meili. “Can you show me how to take it off?”

Meili had quite a good laugh watching Harry with his hands up in defence as Y/N tried to hit him without hurting the dress. It was then that the sound of her ringtone from her bag came for his rescue.

He pecked her cheek and stayed to chat with Meili about his outfit while Y/N answered the call from her agent.

“Y/N!” Laura said before Y/N could speak. “What are you doing, babe?”

“I’m at the fitting for the Oscars.”

There was a pause followed by a dramatic sigh. “Oh, I nearly forgot that you’re attending the Oscars. Are you nervous?”

“Kind of.” Y/N giggled. “But I suppose you’re not calling me to ask what I’m doing, are you, Laura?”

“Of course not! I’d like to remind you that we’re having a party next Saturday!”

“Right, right, party–No!”

Both Harry and Meili whipped their heads back to gape at Y/N.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I thought it was a brilliant idea–”

Y/N shushed her boyfriend as she indicated the phone to let him know she wasn’t talking to him.

“Hi, Laura!” he shouted, and Laura, who obviously had heard it, squealed like a schoolgirl and demanded to be put on speaker.

Y/N tapped the speaker icon as she slumped into the couch where Harry soon joined her, sitting with an arm around her shoulders. “Hi, Laura,” he repeated.

Laura laughed excitedly. “Hi, Harry! We’ve never met before but I’ve heard so much about you!”

“And I’ve heard so much about you!”

“I’m your client, Laura. Not him,” Y/N snorted as Harry kissed her temple.

“Oh, yes, right.” Laura cleared her throat to compose herself. “So what’s the matter? I thought–”

“The Oscars is next Sunday night, Laura. I have to catch the plane on Saturday morning. I can’t go to your party.”

“Your party, Y/N.”

“What party?” Harry asked.

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but Laura was faster. “To celebrate your girl’s debut novel! It hasn’t come out yet, but everything is settled. It’s a tradition. I always throw this party for my client. Everyone at the agency will be there and there will be some guests from the publishing house and some published authors. It’ll be grand.”

Y/N sucked in a breath and pinched her temple, her eyes met Harry’s. His expression was unreadable. To Laura, she asked, “Can we push it back a few days?”

“Absolutely not! I’ve sent out the invitations. You told me any date this month would do!”

Y/N had. And she kind of regretted it now. She’d been chatting with Gemma when Laura asked her about the date. Gemma had been devastated by what had happened with Winton, so Y/N had been busy comforting her and told Laura to just pick any date she’d like. It was all her fault; she should have reminded Laura about the Oscars.

Y/N glanced back at Harry, hoping he didn’t think she’d purposely prioritized her success over his. Because why would she think her first novel was a better reason to celebrate than his first-ever Oscar nomination?

But Harry didn’t seem vexed. His dimples appeared as he traced his fingertips along the strap of her sparkling dress. “It’s okay, Laura,” he said to the phone. “You don’t have to change the date.”

Y/N’s eyes went round as Laura hissed, “Yes!”

“Baby–”

“You’ll go to your party,” he said, “and I’ll send my ride to pick you up and take you to the airport. They won’t leave without you, silly.”

Right. She’d be travelling on his private jet.

“But...I’ll be late.”

“So?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “I can manage the first few hours without you. Why should your career be any less important than mine?”

“He’s right, Y/N,” Laura said.

Y/N swivelled in her seat to face him as she took his hand. “I’ll just come to say hello to the guests–”

“And give a speech!” Laura interjected, making Y/N roll her eyes and Harry chuckle.

“Fine, I’ll come to say hello and give a speech and then I’ll come to you.”

“Deal?” His lips twitched as he gave her his pinkie.

“Deal,” she said, hooking her pinkie with his.

The party was insane.

Y/N had specifically asked Laura not to overdo this, but the agent had insisted on throwing her favourite client the most Gasby party she could pull off. Y/N didn’t even know half of the faces who’d shaken her hand and congratulated her on her debut novel which hadn’t been released yet. She felt like a fraud. What if these people ended up hating her book? What if this party made her seem like a show-off? She was already dating an Oscar nominee; she didn’t want to be branded as any more privileged than that.

She kept the speech she’d promised Laura as short and simple as possible, then returned polite smiles to the guests as she made her way to the back of the room. She wouldn’t be surprised if these folks thought that she had zero personality. When it came to self-branding, she needed all the help she could get. How did Harry do it? How did he charm people into liking him before they even viewed his work? As much as she loved him, she couldn’t help but envy him sometimes.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her dress before getting another glass of champagne and finishing it a second before Laura came up to check on her.

“You okay? You look a bit pale,” Laura said.

“Well, I tend to get anxious at formal events,” Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “I usually attend these kinds of parties with Harry. He’d do all the talking and help me get involved in the conversation. He’s very charismatic.”

“I’m charismatic!” Laura said with a hand on her chest. Y/N responded with a smile. Laura wascharismatic. The problem was, Y/N was more comfortable with Harry. Or maybe she couldn’t help but feel guilty that she’d miss the red carpet walk with him. She hated to be the one to break a promise.

“You need to stop checking your watch like modern Cinderella at the royal ball.”

Y/N dropped her arm back to her side. “I’m so nervous, Laura.”

“About this party? People love you!”

“About...everything.” This party. Her 2 AM flight. The Oscars. Showing up late. Missing Harry’s category. Her book release. The likelihood of having people roast her book unforgivingly on the internet.

She had the tendency of freaking out over insignificant matters whenever good things kept happening to her. Because, as usual, bad luck would come for her when she was most defenceless and took away her joy. This time, she could feel it in her stomach.

Laura gripped her shoulders and squeezed them tight. “You are my superstar, Y/N. You are the shit. You are the most brilliant–”

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” she laughed, pulling Laura into a hug. “Thank you for tonight. I owe you so much, Laura.”

“Don’t be stupid. You saved my life. Literally,” Laura smirked and gently patted Y/N’s cheek. “Now, let’s go say goodbye to the guests. It’s almost time for you to go.”

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice. She’d been waiting for this moment since she’d arrived. People might wonder why she seemed more energetic saying goodbye to them than when she’d welcomed them to the party. But she was just happy that she could finally leave. The last thing she wanted was to show up late for her flight (Harry had said the plane wouldn’t leave without her but she hated delays anyway) and missed more of the Oscar ceremony tomorrow than she’d allowed herself to.

The journey to LA happened in a rush. She’d slept for most of her twelve-hour flight because she’d been so exhausted. Harry’s bodyguard only woke her up when they were about to land. The next thing she knew, she was taken to his LA house. She had never been there before. It was much bigger than the one in London, but less homely, perhaps because she’d known every corner of the place that was supposed to be theirs. This one just seemed like a resort.

The hair and makeup team and Harry’s stylist were waiting upstairs to make her Oscars-ready. She’d eaten quite a lot on the plane before it took off, so she feared she wouldn’t fit in the dress. Magically, she did. And she felt so silly for feeling like she might burst into tears.

When the makeup artist asked how she’d like to have her makeup done, she told them to make her recognizable. They didn’t ask her to elaborate on that, so she hoped they knew what she meant. She didn’t want to be the centre of attention tonight, especially when she was going to show up late. The only attention she craved for was Harry’s and she was going to get it anyway, with or without this glamorous costume.

Fortunately, the makeup artist did a fantastic job. They gave her simple eye makeup and red lips and put her hair up into a classic high bun. It wasn’t until tonight that she couldn’t stop staring at herself in the mirror. Harry would be so impressed.

As Harry’s team did some final touches on her face, one girl showed her some clips and pictures of Harry on the red carpet. He looked dashingly handsome and comfortable, and when being interviewed, he said he loved her and couldn’t wait to see her later. The part of her that had been feeling guilty could finally let go of that breath she’d been holding. She thanked the makeup team for everything and came downstairs when her car arrived.

The chauffeur was a middle-aged man with greyish hair and a kind face. He was talking on the phone and ended the call as soon as he saw her. He looked rather tired, but before she could ask for his name and if he was feeling well, she remembered that she’d left her clutch upstairs, and so she asked him to wait while she went back to get it. He told her to take her time.

When she came downstairs for the second time, the man was on the phone again. He didn’t see her return so he didn’t hang up. Y/N couldn’t help but overhear the last part of the conversation where he told whoever he was speaking to that he would be at the hospital as soon as he finished his job.

“Is everything okay, sir?” she asked once he’d finished the call. He whipped around, seemingly startled to see her there. “You can tell me if something is wrong. I might be able to help,” she said.

The chauffeur looked hesitant at first. He worked his jaw for a moment before he could tell her, “My daughter...is sick. She’s just been taken to the hospital. I’ll go see her as soon as I take you to–”

“No! You’re going to see her now!” cried Y/N.

He squinted his eyes at her as if he thought she was testing him. “Are you...are you sure, Miss? Mr Styles told me–”

“I’ll talk to Harry for you. Don’t worry.”

Telling someone not to worry never seemed to work. The man screwed up his face as he shoved a hand in his hair. “Should I send you another car, Miss? Mr Styles said...he said that you couldn’t drive.”

“Of course I can!” Y/N blurted, then realized how defensive she’d sounded.

She could drive. However, she was afraid to sit behind the wheel.

Ever since her accident, she’d been using public transport and let Harry drive her around instead of doing it herself. He knew it wasn’t just her anxiety of getting into another accident. Her mother had died in a car crash, and Harry had seen how scared she’d been when he’d crashed his motorcycle. Those final thirty seconds after the collision and before she’d gone unconscious, Y/N had felt it all at once. Her mother’s death, her almost losing Harry, her head cracking open and the numbness when she lay on broken glass and her vision faded to black. She could only hope she would get through her fear this time.

“I’ll take one of his cars,” she reassured the man. “Don’t worry about me, sir. Your daughter needs you.”

The man thanked Y/N repeatedly and hurried back to the car parked in the drive. Y/N waited until he was gone, checked the time to make sure she’d make it, then she sucked in a deep breath and headed to the garage.

Harry was a bundle of nerves trying to act composed while the other nominations were being presented. There were cameras everywhere and they could zoom into his face at any moment so he could not look like he might throw up. He was here for his Best Actor nomination; it’d be so embarrassing if he couldn’t act like he was having the best time of his life.

Y/N should have been here a long time ago. Where the fuck was she? She’d texted him that she’d drive here by herself. He didn’t want to be pessimistic, but the last time she’d sat behind the wheel, she’d ended up in the hospital.

It’d been half a year since, but he couldn’t forget that feeling when he got the call. He was praying to God that the next time his phone buzzed, it would be her telling him she’d arrived safely. If something unpleasant was going to happen (as it always did), he would accept anything as long as she was safe.

The moment his phone sounded, he jolted so hard he might have startled the lady sitting beside him. Jeff’s words swivelled in his head: Do not check your phone during someone’s acceptance speech.Well, screw that. His girl wasn’t here and the last thing he would worry about was looking like an asshole on live television.

➣ I’m here.

When he saw those words, the lump in his throat dissolved and his body relaxed into the cushion. His fake smile had been replaced with a genuine one, so at least people who saw him texting during Brad Pitt’s speech would just assume he was texting his girlfriend, who was supposed to fill the vacancy next to him.

Good. I saved you a seat, he typed and sent.

➣ I’m staying backstage. I can’t go out there.

Harry’s smile dropped as he squirmed in his chair. Why? Are you okay?

She took a bit longer to reply.

➣ Yes, don’t worry. There’s a screen here. I can watch you.

Harry muttered a curse as he put his phone back into his pocket. After a moment of leg bouncing and lip biting, he decided to go check on her.

Y/N splashed water on her face, which was now clean of makeup and checked her pathetic reflection in the mirror one last time before she left the bathroom. She’d been sweating so hard on the way here that by the time she’d arrived, Harry’s beauty team’s two-hour of hard work had been ruined. She’d even ripped her dress by accident when she’d nearly fallen headfirst in the car park, so going out there to sit beside Harry would do so much damage to his reputation.

Besides, she was fatigued after the long flight and hadn’t rested since she got off the plane. She’d thrown up as soon as she’d texted him and found the bathroom. So it was for the best if she didn’t make an appearance tonight. It was less intimidating here backstage. She could just watch him on the screen and–

Where the fuck was he?

Her eyes frantically searched on the screen for her boyfriend.

Where had he gone?

No, he couldn’t–

“Bambi!”

She smacked him with her clutch as he rushed in for a hug. The backstage security and a few others couldn’t help the amusement as they watched them. Y/N flashed the strangers a smile before turning back to her boyfriend, who looked so stupidly happy it should be illegal. “Jeff would kill you! Go back out there!”

“But you’re here,” he said.

“I’m not nominated, you idiot!”

“I’m the idiot? You drove here!”

“I have a fucking license!”

“Then you’re an idiot with a fucking license!”

He didn’t wait for her to rebut and locked her in his arms, squeezing the air out of her like he hadn’t seen her in years. She held him back, for a second forgetting that she was sweating like a pig, her hair had fallen loose and her face weary from jetlag. She didn’t feel any less desirable, though. She knew he loved her anyway.

“Go out there with me,” he said, cupping her cheeks and kissing her nose.

“Are you crazy? Look at me!”

He pulled back to consider her appearance, his eyebrow arched. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

She glared at him as he grinned. “The world doesn’t wear rose-coloured glasses like you do.”

His face grew serious. “You’re right. Maybe I see a princess and they see a frog.”

Too familiar with his teasing, she snorted, “Your ability to go from Prince Charming to an arsehole never fails to amaze me.”

“My pleasure.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers just in time his phone chimed in his pocket. “Shit, that must be Jeff. I must go before he finds me here.” He let out a long heavy breath and then stroked her hair like she was a child. “Can you stay here by yourself, baby?”

“Keep talking like that and people might think you’re my dad,” she said.

“Daddy.” He smirked.

She hit him again, shaking with laughter. “Go!”

“Okay, love you, idiot.”

“Love you, too, idiot.”

He kissed her on the cheek and then he was gone.

Harry didn’t win.

Even though he’d said he wasn’t disappointed, and he didn’t seem disappointed at all, Y/N still suspected that he might be faking it. It wasn’t such a big loss since he’d been up against some big contenders. He was young, so there was a bigger chance for him to get an Oscar in the future. However, she knew the feeling of not expecting anything but still feeling awful when you didn’t get it. She’d known his chance was flimsy, and yet she had hoped he’d win somehow. She might have to wait until next year to hear his acceptance speech.

Exhausted (Y/N more than Harry), they skipped the after-party to have one at home by themselves. They drank champagne and danced barefoot around the kitchen in their nice clothes. The house which Y/N had compared to a resort soon became familiar with his presence.

Streetlights, stumbling home

To our very own, after party

Won't lie, when we're alone

You're my favourite poem to recite

Harry turned down the volume of the song playing on the speaker. As Y/N poured some more champagne, he climbed onto a chair, standing on one foot, the other foot resting on the kitchen island.

She watched him with lazy eyes and took another sip. “If you fall, I’ll let you fall.”

He chuckled. “I’m overwhelmed by your love, Bambi.” Then he shook his head and pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It took her two seconds to figure out that it was his acceptance speech. She slid into a chair and gazed up at him with her chin on her knuckles.

He cleared his throat extravagantly and began by thanking the Academy, the cast and crew and the director of his movie, then his family and his team. It must be the wine that made every word he said in that posh accent extremely funny. She laughed so hard she almost fell off the chair.

Then, he took the longest pause to consider her, and the room sank to silence as he worked his jaw before he proceeded. “There’s this girl I love. She used to be my little secret but now she’s here watching me accept my first Academy Award. She’s the reason I’m here today, so I owe this one to her.”

Then he raised his glass as if it was the award and hopped off the chair. Before she could applaud, he’d pulled her to her feet and pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her as if she was the only thing he wanted. She kissed him back just as hard, hands in his hair, on his neck, his chest, his back, his face. Her whole body was on fire. It must be the wine. She needed to get out of this dress and get him out of his suit.

Went to bed without you (While you were sleeping)

Felt colder it used to (I crossed an ocean)

And I can't wait (And I can't wait)

'Till I get back to you

“It sounded better when I first wrote it. I’m kind of glad I didn’t win,” he said against her lips as he picked her up and sat her on the edge of the kitchen island.

She tipped her head back and laughed. “At least you weren’t going to propose to me on the stage.”

Suddenly, he stopped. She blinked as he pulled away, his mouth red and glossy from kissing her. She hadn’t even got a chance to feel bad for making that joke and he’d already stepped back. The next thing she knew, he was on one knee on the floor.

She slapped a hand over her open mouth. Her mind went blank, and the music in the background faded to white noise. The thundering beats in her chest made it hard for her to breathe. He wasn’t going to, was he? But if he was, was she going to say yes?

“My beautiful mermaid, frog, little deer,” he began with a straight face, and she choked out an unexpected laugh muffled by her hand. “I love you,” he said. “And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Then he sucked in a breath. The suspense was killing her. “But...I don’t want to marry you–”

“Excuse me?!”

“–right now.”

She could tell he was trying his best not to guffaw at her reaction. She was confused and amused at the same time. What was going on? Was he really that drunk? He didn’t seem that drunk. She would kick his arse if he thought this was funny!

“I just want to let you know,” he went on despite the look on her face, “that I will ask you to marry me. I know you hate surprises and if I asked you unexpectedly, the chances of you saying no would be much higher. So let’s consider this as a proposal for a bigger proposal.” He wetted his lips, his eyes fixed on hers. “Y/N, my darling, will you allow me to ask you to marry me someday?”

She laughed out loud though her eyes were already filled with tears. She didn’t know why she was crying but she couldn’t stop. She blamed the wine and him and his stupid speech and whatever the fuck he thought he was doing right now. “I hate you.” She laughed through her tears. “I hate you so much.”

He got up, his eyes wide. “You hate me after I told you I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you?”

“Yes.”

He closed the distance between them, standing between her legs with his hands on her hips. “Yes, I can ask you to marry me in the future, or yes, you hate me for what I said?”

“Both.” She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth against his. “I love you. I hate you. I love you,” she said in between kisses. “I love you so much I hate you.”

“Tonight is the best night of my life,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “I didn’t want to win. I just wanted you to be there with me.”

“I’ll be there with you next time.” She rested her forehead against his. “And next time, and next time, and forever...”

You don't fall in love once but a million times

Waking up each morning with you by my side

When I drift away, I'll come back with the tide

I'm falling in and out again

Falling in and out again

#my girl series

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dandelionflower · 5 years ago

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She Sits Alone

Chapter 2

She eats alone

Marinette yawned as she woke up, light cascading through the curtains to land on her soft silk sheets. She hadn’t had that good of a night’s sleep since... ever.

It was just an acclimation day, so Marinette gingerly lifted one of her ghost outfits. Based off of Anya Cesar, the journalist best friend of Bridgette.

She was notorious for not checking her sources in her writing, so Bridgette suggested that she get into realistic fiction.

She was said to have drowned soon after Bridgette’s death, so Marinette gave it a colder color scheme, dispite Anya’s love for oranges and reds.

She put on simple fishnet stockings made of a rope-looking yarn, and running shoes, because Anya was known for rushing all over for a story.

She had on a knee length blue skirt that rippled like waves when she walked. Her pale blue shirt was collared, another thing Anya loved. She had on a coral colored shell necklace and fake glasses perched on top of her head; Anya read so much that she soon became nearsighted.

She pulled the charger out of her phone and texted Adrien.

Princess 💞: You up yet?

Sunshine 😍: Yep, I’m at the dining hall for breakfast. Don’t worry, the croissants aren’t nearly as good as your parents ♥️♥️

Marinette bounded down the stairs, skidding into the dining hall, only to see Adrien sitting next to Lila, surrounded by their friends.

“Ad-“ But she faded off, knowing he wouldn’t hear her, surrounded in all that chatter.

She glanced at the table full of breakfast foods and grabbed a plate. She took a few pieces of bacon and dropped them on the plate, relishing in the soft clink of the contact.

Then she turned to the pastries.

She picked up a croissant with the silver tongs and examined it, turning it from side to side. She sniffed it and dropped it on her plate.

“Let me guess, bakers daughter?”

Marinette looked up to see a blonde haired girl in an apron smiling at her. “Yes. How did you…”

“You didn’t even give the bacon a second glance but you spent a full five minutes on my pastries.”

Marinette giggled. “Guilty.”

The girl gave her an odd glance before holding out her hand. “Name’s Allegra. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Marinette, it’s nice to meet you too.”

Allegra’s mouth curved down just slightly, and she gripped Marinette’s hand just a little tighter.

“Do you want to see the kitchen?” She offered. “I usually don’t let people in there as it ‘my sacred place’. But you seem to be a… special circumstance.” She glanced at the crowd of students ignoring them.

Marinette watched her eyes and gave her a (hopefully) reassuring smile. “It’s fine, I’m used to it by now. Besides, they always come back whenever they need a little help.”

Allegra’s eyes burned into her soul. “That’s not always a good thing, hon.” But the smile soon returned. “But, enough chit chat, I want to show you the industrial ovens.”

And with that, Marinette was whisked off to the kitchens.

—————

Grace barged into the kitchen, the door bumping against the fridge. “Allegra, we’re out of eggs!”

The blonde looked down from where she was standing. “Oh, hey Grace! How’s it hanging?”

“Wha- what are you doing?” Grace stared at the ceiling where dripping strips of plastic hung from yarn.

“Well, Mari over here,” She nodded at the bluenette sitting on the counter, intently fiddling with a concealed something in her palms, “saw the mountains of plastic wrapping from the bacon and stuff, and she demanded that we wash ‘em and cut them in strips. So who was I to tell her she couldn’t?”

Marinette looked up, a giant grin on her face. She revealed the creation in her hand to be a woven rope. She slipped from the counter and tied the rope loosely around Allegra’s neck. A necklace.

“I have one for you too!” She said, turning to Grace.

She held out another long woven rope and rubbed her neck awkwardly. “It’s a headband. I know we don’t know each other that well yet, but I thought you would like it.”

Grace was pushed back in time by the shear familiarity of it all. To a time where they were all younger, the kitchen was smaller, and the girl in front of her had longer and more jagged pigtails.

~~~

The day she had met Bridgette, she was stressed. She had run into the kitchen, hoping for some peace and quiet.

There she had run into Allegra, who was baking cinnamon rolls while another girl perched on the stool chattered about ‘finding the right model.’

It was then that the girl saw Grace, and she had stared at her, silent, for what seemed like hours. She sprung from her seat and tackled Grace in a hug, looking down at her and asking the question that would change Grace’s world.

“Hi! I’m Bridgette, I’m a little new here and I don’t know you all that much, but you have this look that would be perfect for my newest designs. Would you want to be my model?”

“...sure.”

“Yesss!” She stepped off of Grace and offered her a helping hand. “Don’t think this means you won’t become my friend, though.”

“I’m sure we’ll be great friends.” Looking into those eyes, Grace was certain Bridgette would turn out to be something special.

~~~

“It’s okay if you don’t want it.” Marinette rushed her words from her mouth. “I just thought I’d offer.”

“No, no!” Grace snagged the headband from her, tying it around her head. “I love it.”

“Great!” She looked down, almost shy. “And, I was wondering... if you’d like to be my friend as well?”

“Say yes, Grace!” Allegra yelled from the freezer. “I already did and Finny’s definitely gonna!”

“Of course I’ll be your friend.”

Marinette squealed and hugged her, bouncing just a little. “Here, I’ll give you my number, so we can keep in touch when the trip’s over or when I can’t find you.”

“Thanks.” Grace pocketed the slip of paper and made a mental note to get her hands on a phone at some point.

“I don’t have my phone on me right now, but I’ll text you when I can.” “Great!” She glanced down at her phone and gave an apologetic wince. “Sorry, my other friends are texting, we’re planning on hitting the town and seeing the sights.”

“That’s fine.” Grace rifled through her bag and pulled out a small map. “Here; in green, there are some really good parks and in blue are some famed shops and typical touristy places.”

Allegra snorted. “Careful, G. Your inner tour guide is showing.”

“I can’t help it, I just want everyone to have an amazing time when they visit.”

“Well, I really appreciate it. I’m sure my friends will love it.”

“If they even give you the time to speak.” Allegra grumbled.

“Hey...” Marinette pointed a stern finger. “No.”

Allegra rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut anyway.

“Thank you.” She waved and swept out the door.

When she was gone, Allegra turned to Grace.

“So, we’re sure it’s her?”

She nodded. “Definitely. I had a flashback.”

Allegra blinked. “That means we have less time than we thought. He’ll be back soon.”

“Yeah, she needs to be ready.”

“Yeah...” Allegra quieted and fingered the necklace she had been gifted not too long ago.

“Legra? Everything okay? I’m sure Felix will be glad you’re getting Marinette used to us.” Grace probed, taking a guess at Allegra’s dimmed mood.

“That’s not why I did it.” Allegra whispered.

“Then why?”

She looked back at her and Grace could see the sad sparkle collecting in her eyes. “Bridgette never liked eating alone.”

….…

The rest

#adrienette #felinette #ml allegra #felix culpa #marinette dupain cheng #ml marinette #marinette #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml felix #adrien agreste #felix agreste #ml au #ml haunted mansion #haunted mansion au #ml alya #ml adrien

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Femslash February (Day 14)

Prompt: Heart Fandom: Winx Club Pair: Icy/Lucy

Summary: Lucy asks Icy on a date. Icy accepts for the sake of humiliating the woman. She doesn't expect to actually enjoy her company.

Today on rarepairs; has anyone actually wrote for Icy/Lucy yet????

A paper bat wing, because hearts are too cliche. She slips it under the door and leaves in haste. She hopes that this time it will be reciprocated or appreciated.

She has a feeling that it won’t be reciprocated even slightly. More likely, she will be mocked and ridiculed again. What a fool she is to try to chase after someone so painfully obviously cold. Someone so far out of her league.

Why is her heart so...misguided? Why can’t it be as dark and warped as Cloud Tower itself. That would be wonderful. That would be easy. It would beat pining over a woman who would rather see her spelled and hexed into oblivion.

Even Mirta isn’t this foolish. Even Mirta isn’t setting herself up for this much humiliation.

And yet, she comes back to her dorm to find a note on the floor. Her hands shake as she opens it. She knows what she is going to find; she just isn’t sure how harsh and humiliating the rejection will be. Icy is mighty creative and her creativity has a razor’s edge.

It is frank and to the point, written in elegant cursive. The kind that she thought the ice witch ought to have. ‘Fine. 11:30 at the Broom & Hex Cafe.’ She stares at the silver ink, her hands shake with twice the force.

She has a date. She has a date and yet she can’t quite believe that she does. She knows exactly how this is going to end. Really there’s only one way that it can, realistically speaking. But, how pathetic she is, she craves the witch so much that she is more than willing to face further humiliation just for a taste of what she craves. Just for a lovely little illusion.

.oOo.

“Oh she’s going to weep.” Stormy chuckles.

“She’s going to do more than weep by the time I’m through.” Icy vows.

“And here I thought that I was the devious, alluring one.” Darcy quirks a brow and runs her fingers through her locks.

“You just keep toying with Riven, I’ll make sure that Lucy doesn’t lurk outside our dorm ever again. I never was a fan of Fae Hearts's day, ladies. But this will be one to remember.”

“But wait!” Stormy bolts upright. “What if she, like, loses it and gets more obsessive and weird?”

“Then we’ll teach her another lesson.” Darcy shrugs.”

All she will have to do is endure one loathsome day. A few hours of false gushing and pseudo sweet talk will pave the way for days of wicked delight.

.oOo.

The cafe is particularly crowded when she arrives, dressed in her favorite ripped plaid dress and a set of matching arm warmers that are at least a size or two too big. She swallows and takes a deep breath as she searches the ice witch out. It only takes one quick sweep to know that she isn’t there--the woman is the sort to stand out rather starkly. But she does a second and third sweep anyhow.

She has to laugh, of course she wouldn’t even show up. That’s the oldest trick in the book. But she had so fervently hoped that Icy would at least pretend to love her for an hour or so.

“You’re early.”

Lucy jerks.

“You showed up?”

Icy quirks a brow. “You’re welcome.” She breezes by. “We’ll sit over there.” She points to the table at the very center of the room. The one that is already occupied. “I always sit there.”

“But that spot is already taken.”

She snaps her fingers and the platters on the table begin to wriggle and crawl. And then they are knocked to the floor as the couple scrambles away. Worms, grubs, and roaches turn back to soup, chili, and gummies. She snaps a second time and the mess is cleaned. “Looks vacant to me.”

“You’re terrible.”

“The vileist.” Icy smirks.

“It’s admirable.”

“Naturally.” She pulls out a chair. “Sit. Tell me about yourself, and make it good, I don’t waste my time on losers.”

“I’m not.”

“Convince me.”

She clears her throat. She hadn’t realized that this was going to be an interview. “I thought that this was a date.” She scoffs. “Not an interrogation.”

Icy crosses her arms and leans back in her chair.

“I can play the guitar.” She caves.

“The guitar? I play myself. What brand and model?”

“I have a SpiderMistress, Cauldron Green. You?”

“SpiderMistress as well. Midnight Hex.”

Lucy’s eyes go wide. “How’d you get that? Those models are super expensive.”

“I won it at a competition a few years back.”

“Maybe we can, I don’t know, have some kind of practice together! Are you, Darcy, and Stormy in a band.”

Icy snickers. “We don’t have time for that. Though I suppose that Stormy is a pretty capable singer and Darcy wouldn’t be terrible on the drums.” She shrugs. “Anyways, it’s a useless hobby.”

“Why do you say that?”

She catches a flicker of something in the woman’s frigid eyes. Something sincere, sad, regretful? It is gone before she can decipher it. Gone so fast that she may have imagined it entirely. “It means nothing compared to higher goals. I have ambitions, real ambitions.”

“And talent.” Lucy declares. “I haven’t heard you play but you’re good at everything else you do.”

“True.” Icy replies. “But I’ve been told that my talents are best invested elsewhere. I think I’d like a bigger following than a handful of groupies.”

The way groupies rolls off of her tongue. That pointed stare… Lucy’s heart sinks. She is pathetic, she knows that she is. Really she isn’t much better than a groupie and Icy isn’t even famous. She pushes it down and tries to play it off. “Yeah. Why settle for less when you can have more?” She wonders if she is settling for less by trying for someone who thinks of her as less.

“Yes, that’s a good question. Why would I settle for less.”

Lucy’s heart sinks further.

“My powers are nice and all but I think that with a touch of dragon fire magic…” she trails off and takes a spoonful of ice cream. “That’ll make a real show, don’t you think?”

Lucy nods vigorously. “I mean your magic is amazing the way it is. You’re the most powerful witch that I know. But how badass would it be to have fire and ice magic?” She is kissing so much ass. Gushing and rambling and making a fool of herself. She wishes that they could just stick to talking about guitars. “What would you do with all of that power?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” Icy replies. She holds out her spoon, “have a taste.”

She wants to, desperately, just to taste the witch on her tongue. But how sadly desperate would that look. “After you licked it?” She crinkles her nose.

Icy scoffs. “How do you plan to…” she leans in closer. “Make out if you can’t even share a spoon with me.”

Lucy swallows. “Licking a spoon isn’t as exciting as making out. All or nothing.” She does a lot of big talk for someone with such low confidence.

Icy quirks a brow. “All or nothing.” She shrugs. And with an alarming abruptness, she pulls Lucy in by the collar and plants her lips upon hers. They are as frosty as she had expected and she tastes of spearmint and cigarettes. She smells of it too. She tangles her long blue fingernails in her hair. She is vicious and merciless, it’s exhilarating.

And she pulls back. “Wow, that was the most underwhelming kiss I’ve ever had. Usually they at least try to impress me.”

“I wasn’t ready!”

“Improv, my dear.” She drawls. She leans back once more, draping her hands on the arm rests.

And something snaps. Something that should have snapped ages ago. But it comes as a desire. A desire to shove the chair over if only to see that smug, conceited smirk crack. To shatter the woman’s ego if only for a moment.

“You know what, I don’t know why I tried!” She stands up with a quickness that knocks the chair to the floor. She has to keep her momentum before it vacates. “I think that it’s because I feel bad for you. You’re hollow and shallow and...and…” her lip twitches into a snarl, “you aren’t as amazing as you think you are. Do you even think that you’re amazing?” She isn’t sure how to end her rant so she finishes with the first thing that comes to mind, “you can have the most expensive guitar on the market but that doesn’t mean that you have the talent to play it.”

And it is gone, that smug, conceited look. Gone and she hadn’t had to even raise a fist. She balls them both and makes her way to the door. She has dignity. She has self-respect.

And she deserves more than a stupid game. All or nothing. All of the nothing in the world is better than letting herself chase after one moment of false love. Her heart isn’t so foolish as she had thought.

.oOo.

It wasn’t supposed to have gone like that. Lucy wasn’t supposed to have left. That was her role. She rubs her hands over her face. She was supposed to be doing the humiliating. Not that she hadn’t been able to save herself the worst of it with a remark about how dramatic witches these days are.

But that isn’t it. That isn’t what keeps itching and clawing at her mind. She lightly raps her fist against her forehead, as though she can knock the deeper, more disturbing implications from her mind.

She wishes that the woman would have just flinched and cried like the rest of them. She wishes that Lucy were as unbearable, cringe-inducing, and repulsive as she had assumed that she would be. She was supposed to have been intolerably embarrassing to be around.

She wasn’t supposed to have talked about guitars or bands or anything that Icy is thoroughly and truly interested in. She wasn’t supposed to have made these things sound so intriguing and worth investing time into. And she certainly wasn’t supposed to have shown any teeth.

Icy doesn’t think that anyone has had the balls to stand up to her so publicly and, God, how intriguing it is. She cringes to herself. Not Lucy. Not loser Lucy. It can’t be her of all people. Especially not after the game she’d tried to play. The game that she’d lost.

Lost and swapped decks. She inhales deeply. She supposes that she will just have to do what she does well, encase her heart in ice much thicker and colder than before. The feeling will pass, it always does. She has just as little time for romance as she does for silly guitar riffs.

She lays back and stares at the ceiling until Darcy and Stormy enter.

.oOo.

She notices Icy lingering. Lingering and, dare she say, lurking. It is almost laughable. It could be that she is waiting for an opportunity to strike, watching and observing for weaknesses, an opening to take her vengeance. But somehow she senses that this isn’t the case.

No. The witch is exuding the very same energy that she once had.

She thinks that it would be plenty satisfying to march right up to her and let her know that she has been well aware of her presence and watch her stumble over a lie about how she had only been stalking about for the sake of feeling out the enemy.

It would be satisfying twice over to make a scene of it, to deal out the same brand of humiliation that the ice witch had intended for her. If only Lucy didn’t still feel so drawn to her. If only Icy wasn’t everything she admired in a person; bold, confident, suave, and cool. If only she weren’t so beautiful in a cutting, razorlike way that is all her own.

She can very well toy with the woman, blackmail and mock her, rouse her hatred and contemptment. She can’t help but do so at least a little. “See something you like?” She calls into the hallway. She expects the woman to slink away with a muttered curse or two. Instead she slips out into the open and leans against the frame of the door with her arms folded across her chest as though she had intended to be seen in the first place.

“Perhaps a few things.” She flicks her hair. “We didn’t finish our date, Lucy.”

“I lost interest.”

Icy quirks a brow, “did you?”

She wishes that she had. “Mostly.”

“That’s a shame.” She shrugs. “I admit, you piqued mine. I didn’t realize that you had fight.”

It occurs to her that perhaps the ice witch is very much into that. Into someone who is willing to get in her face and fight back. She can’t imagine that many people would.

“It’s compelling. Keeps things intense.” She continues.

“Well, while you look for fights, I’m going to look for respect.” Now that she has found it she isn’t willing to let it go so easily.

Icy is quiet for a moment. “You have already.”

“Was that a compliment?”

.oOo.

The deeper this conversation goes the less worth she thinks it has. She is going to make a fool of herself, and for what? Love? That isn’t the downfall she has in mind for herself. “Don’t push your luck, Lucy. I still have curses and hexes that will…”

“Make me regret ever setting foot in Cloud Tower? Yeah, I get the gist.”

“Do you?”

“Get to the point. Are you here to hex me or kiss me?”

Really, why not both? “I guess that, that’s up to you.” Though she supposes that she’d much prefer to have another go at the woman’s lips. “Show me what you can do now that you’re prepared.”

Lucy grips the door and Icy is certain that it is about to slam in her face. Instead the woman damn near throws her into the wall. Her kiss is rough, almost savage. Intriguing. She curls her fingers into strands of dark green hair and adds a frosty edge of her own. And then Lucy pulls back as abruptly as she had engaged. Her breathing is still decently ragged. “Improv, my dear.” She says again, “can make or break the moment, do you understand now.”

Lucy nods. “Perfectly.”

“Well then...” Icy trails a finger over the woman’s cheek, content to have taken back at least some control.

“Well then, what?” She puts her hands on her hips.

“Are you interested in a real date?”

“Don’t you have a reputation to uphold?”

Icy rolls her eyes, “I’m the one who decides what’s in and what’s out. Welcome to the in crowd, Lucy.” So long as she keeps up with her newfound confidence she will stay for quite a long time. And with luck Icy won’t have to do any of the work to keep her at the top. “It suits you better, Lucy. This, self-respect thing.”

.oOo.

A second date. A real date. Her heart thrums faster than it has in a while. And the ice witch doesn’t think that she’s pathetic. And when they speak in the halls it feels different, she doesn’t call her a loser this time. She doesn’t dismiss her, doesn’t mock her with Darcy and Stormy when she is just on the fringes of earshot.

It doesn’t take terribly long for the two of them to get used to her stopping by the dorm. They still whisper. She still hears them questioning and pestering Icy. Icy invites her over more. Icy makes a point of slinking as close to her as possible, of getting handsy, of initiating deep kisses. “If they hate what your doing,” she mutters in Lucy’s ear, her voice husky with passion, “do it in front of them, exaggerate it, give them something to really talk about.”

She wonders if Icy has always been so bold or if it is the product of trial and error and one big sweeping success that has driven her to the top.

“You have much more allure when you aren’t copying everything that I do.”

“I’ve found that there isn’t anything worth copying.” Lucy smirks.

Icy gives a haughty sniff, “fuck you, Lucy.” She grabs her by the scruff of her shirt and pulls her onto the bed.

She wishes that she would have found her sense of self worth earlier.

#femslashfeb2021 #Winx #Winx Club #Winx Icy #Winx Lucy #Fanfiction

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