#i love the whole idea of fighting styles and powers and stuff

[majorproblems77]

4, 8, 19, 24 for writer asks

Major! I’ve missed you! ♥️🫂

Hey friend! Warms my heart to know I was missed. It's good to see you, I hope your doing okay :)

🫂

4. A story idea you havent written yet

I've got quite a few. But one i had originally had planned to do for whumptober then got too busy. Basically, wind is forced to choose between warriors and Sky in a life-or-death situation where the captain is unconscious and Sky is a self-sacrificing bastard.

8.if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Dancing in the flames of Din for sure. I LOVE the idea I've got for the rest of them and how Sky can basically guide them into these new fighting styles. Starting with Twilight (With a little help from warriors) And them moving onto the others. Winds of courage and waters of wisdom. (This entire series has my brain in a choke hold whenever i think about it but I'm not able to do much with it right now so its on the back burner)

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Hmm. I did some research for a fic a while back which I've not published just yet. But it was about out of body experiences. It was really interesting to find out about how different people have perceived these as it happened to them. It was for a modern AU fic i was working on where i OBV bully the one and only blorbo.

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

This is a good question, considering I've been on this right now. Where I'm in my final year of Uni I've been super busy with dissertations and the like. So I've not had much time to just let the creative juices flowing.

So, it depends a lot on what it is I'm trying to accomplish. If i need environments and its not quite coming to me ill open up a game. Normallly its mario galaxy or skyward sword. I like the ambience. And having something to get my brain away from the thing I'm trying to think about for a bit means that i can actually let it simmer in my head for a bit while i do something else.

If I just cant get it to work the best thing to do honestly is leave it. and just not think about it for a few hours. I enjoy colouring so I'll do that or even go for a little walk. There is a bench in the local park where I sit and write in my notebook.

[bambooswordwielder]

Obsessed with the fact that Shen Yuan only transmigrates when all the Peaklords have settled into their positions for a few years because the idea of Shang Qinghua being stuck watching Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge arguing for nth time about some budget detail that is DEFINITELY getting overblown now and just being stuck thinking

"Damn this would've been such a good enemies to lovers plot line... Imagine how much I could've made off of them..." and regretting not monetising their rivalry more before he killed off Liu Qingge ( "Oh and the angst Shen Qingqiu would've faced after his secret lover died and everyone blamed him for it! Fans would've been begging for more extras!" 🐹💔)

Like all the peaklords are desperately trying to mediate and fix the situation and Shang Qinghua is just imagining his one hundredth Fix-It Fic/AU where Shen Jiu is the King's trusted scholar and Liu Qingge is the King's personal bodyguard

Everyone thinks when a single tear falls from Shang Qinghua's eyes its because during Liu Qingge and Shen Jiu's fight they destroyed both his newly drafted budget (for the fifth time that month) and the fact they also destroyed the table (for the third time that week and the week just started)

Reality is Shang Qinghua is crying because he thought of an angsty death scene for the two Romeo and Juliet style because both their families couldn't accept them being together

Years of this pass and at some point he even picks up writing again (specifically about characters clearly based on Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge) and he gets really popular, popular enough his novels start to flood all of Cang Qiong and even Liu Mingyan takes some inspiration from them

Everyone knows damn well that the characters are clearly meant to be Peaklord Shen and Peaklord Liu, but no one tells because they all are legitimately waiting for the next volume of "Battle-to-your-poisonous-heart-and-peaches"

Does everyone know it's Shang Qinghua... Noooo.. Would anyone admit if they did know.... No.

Then all the sudden on day Shen Qingqiu suddenly looked in the dictionary and discovered what the word 'nice' is and now he doesn't abuse his students 🐹🤯

He even let himself get poisoned and potentially ruined his cultivation for life for Luo Binghe of all people!? Um excuse Airplane Logic, but the MC is supposed to only get all the good stuff AFTER he falls into the abyss!

And what's this about Liu Qingge helping to 'clear' his meridians so he has to personally visit Qing Jing peak every week?? Def something is off, an author knows fishy when he sees it

For how many years Shang Qinghua is stuck watching these two do their whole "You're my precious Shidi" and "I'll always be here for you" act and he's just stuck eating dogfood wondering when exactly is the marriage extra coming in and why the System won't tell me why Shen Qingqiu is acting all happy go lucky now

Shang Qinghua notices Shen Qingqiu talking to Yue Qingyuan more, he notices Qing Jing disciples running straight to Shen Qingqiu with joy and excitement rather than the reserved fear they had before, he notices how Shen Qingqiu only glares at him twice every meeting than before!

Maybe this isn't his version of PIDW, maybe it's a fan made version where Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu fall in love and with the power of love and friendship Shen Qingqiu learns to be kind and to care and isn't going to cause Luo Binghe to go down his dark path and maybe they can all have a happyily ever after—

*Endless Abyss Arc*

"Oh fuck–"

[Before Endless Abyss Arc]

*Shang Qinghua watching from a distance as Luo Binghe is practically clinging to Shen Qingqiu's side. Shen Qingqiu pats Luo Binghe's head and Luo Binghe does THAT smile he only does for his wives*

"Well this is an interesting fanfic..."

[After Airplane Reveal]

"Wait... So you're actually a transmigrater as well, Cucumber-Bro?"

"Yeah, and?"

"..."

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Do you hate, or have you at least at some point hated, Liu Qingge?"

"I– No–Wait what???"

"Let me reword it. Have you ever considered murdering him at one point?"

"WHYAREYOUASKINGMETHESEQUESTIONS!? YOUKNOWWHATHAPPENEDTOSHENJIU! IMNOTRISKINGHISFATE!"

"... So I'll take that as a no."

"OBVIOUSLY!?"

"So it's just a normal Friends to lovers 😮‍💨 No flavour 🙄"

Shang Qinghua was then brutally attacked.

[During the Five Years SY was dead]

*Shang Qinghua watching Liu Qingge go every single day to fight Luo Binghe for Shen Qingqiu's body*

"Oh my Airplane.... It's not a enemies-to-lovers... It's not Teacher X Disciple... It's a bloody love triangle with both! Oh how much money this plot would've made me 💔 I would've been able to pay for four months worth of rent and groceries!"

Random Disciple visiting An Ding: "Um.... Is Shang-Shibo okay? He fell on the ground?"

An Ding Disciple: "Leave him. He does that sometimes. Now about your budget request..."

*Shang Qinghua screaming in the background*

Random Disciple: "..."

An Ding Disciple: "..."

Random Disciple: "Should we check on–"

An Ding Disciple, now dragging other disciple away: "Let's settle this at your peak."

Years later when Bingqiu have already had their wedding and everyone has become somewhat tolerant of their relationship, Shang Qinghua just sighs loudly and Shen Yuan asks him what's up. Shang Qinghua looks him in the eyes and just shakes his head.

"My ship...💔"

"..."

"OW– Why did you have go hit me on the head!?"

"Because I don't want to know what's going on in there and I need to make sure what's in there stays in there."

[shippingmyworld]

Youtuber!Danny AU

Don't think I have the creative energy to expand this brainworm into an actual fic so ya'll just have to read a wall of text instead.

After a few close encounters where Danny's halfa identity almost gets revealed, Sam suggests the trio start a Youtube channel where they go about investigating all the so called "Ghostly Encounters" around Amity Park. Their goal would be to debunk as many ghost sightings as possible and establish themselves as well-known ghost deniers. After a bit of debate they eventually settle on naming the channel Chasing Phantoms.

Tucker really gets into it and eventually becomes the face of the channel. With Sam's coaching he learns how to play devil's advocate extremely well and figures out exactly how to craft his questions to manipulate people's responses. This way they can make these supposed "witnesses" discredit themselves within just a few minutes; Tucker will make them get worked up, angry, and confused about what they saw and trick the witnesses into making contradicting statements. This way they can throw out the witness statements as shoddy evidence because they're nothing more than a stress-induced hallucinations brought about by a gas leak. (They accidentally lean into the gas leak story a little too much in their early days - Danny uses his ghost powers to safely break piping in the places they're investigate to create evidence to back up their claims - thus triggering a mild panic in the citizens of Amity Park because one town should really not be suffering from this many gas line breaks.)

Sam is the director and editor, and has them film everything like it's in the style of found footage (she got the idea after watching The Blair Witch Project). They’re constantly making the "Looks directly into the camera like they're on The Office" joke whenever they interview someone who claims to have been attacked by a ghost.

Danny is the cameraman for the channel, but never shows his face because every time they tried to filmed him, his eyes would flash green in the lens flare and cause them to have to scrap the footage. He's still pretty chatty and viewers latch onto his sassy and sarcastic nature. They love his one-liners and the top comments of each video are usually just a repost of something witty he said (Sam leans into it and start naming the videos after lines that Danny drops while filming). Fans of the channel are constantly asking him for a face-reveal in the comments section. In fact, there's a whole subset of viewers that are dedicated to figuring out what he looks like. They have a poor quality jpeg file that's passed around and updated whenever a glimpse of Danny's appearance is reflected in a puddle of water or broken glass (which means Sam has to comb over the videos about ten times before they post them to make sure she didn't miss anything while editing).

Any time Danny ends up fighting a ghost and there's a witness, the trio will break into the site of the fight the next day (using Danny's ghost powers off-camera of course) so they can do an overnight stakeout. It always just amounts to the three of them goofing off and finding no evidence whatsoever. They do all the standard ghost hunting stuff but have to fib the data because Danny’s presence alone triggers the EMF reader and if they try and take the room temp anywhere near Danny it’s always like 10 degrees colder.

As time goes on, the channel starts to really kick off as people latch onto their goofy energy and start to get invested. However, they've also made themselves a lot of enemies within the student body at school, as most of their classmates have become discredited witnesses on their channel (with a few unfortunately souls even becoming trending memes for a few days). This also means Jazz learns about it and keeps volunteering to tag along or help out. She even gets Mr. Lancer to recognize the four of them as an official school club (she took initiative and made herself a part of the club AND club president without asking them), which he gladly approves since he doesn't believe in any of this ghost nonsense either.

Jazz is just really happy that there’s finally someone else in the family that is willing to stand up to their crazy parents' belief about ghosts, so she wants to be the supportive older sibling. However, she literally will not give the trio any space to deal with the ACTUAL ghost stuff. There are several pieces of unedited footage that lives on Sam's computer of Jazz showing up unannounced to an overnight stakeout asking Tucker and Sam “Where’s Danny?” and the camera would catch a glimpse of local menace Inviso-Bill getting his butt kicked by Skulker in the distance.

To get her off their back, Danny ends up publishing an hour long video essay about how ghosts ARE real, but that everything happening in Amity Park is just people making up bullshit for attention. He has to really commit to the act at home, but Jazz will eventually drop it and leave the trio to their own devices. This backfires however, as Danny's parents now believe he’s interested in ghost hunting and try to join him as well. Thankfully Danny is able to deter them by suggesting that they should all do their own research and compare notes later. You know, the more data the better, right? However, this means that in addition to his chores, homework, ghost fighting as Danny Phantom, and ghost hunting as Chasing Phantoms, he also now has to peer review his parents work so he's constantly exhausted. Tucker and Sam will usually let him copy their homework when the time crunch becomes really bad, and they will let Danny conk out for a much needed nap whenever the group gets together to brainstorm channel content or edit footage.

Following one of his encounters with Plasmius, Danny decided they should follow up the "Ghosts ARE real" video with a clickbait video titled “Top 10 places in Wisconsin that are ACTUALLY haunted!!!” They make Vlad’s Castle is #1 on the list and offer a reward to anyone that can bring them proof of a ghost haunting. They include a photo of Plasmius (that's been edited to look like bigfoot photos) so that people know what to look for. This means Vlad now has to hire extra security because the video triggers a mass influx of people that are constantly trying to break into his house and find evidence of this ghost for the reward.

Eventually Valerie and her dad end up on Chasing Phantoms as well, but as some of the discredited witnesses. It pisses her off so much that she starts up her own ghost hunting channel, Ghost Hunter Grey. She's constantly discrediting Chasing Phantoms in her videos and is very vocal on social media about how they give actual ghost hunters a bad name. Every time Chasing Phantoms uploads a new video, she stakes out the same place they did and uploads a video of her own a week later that includes all the evidence they clearly missed and a genuine, uncut interview with witnesses. She doesn't reveal her face (because of the reputation Chasing Phantoms has within the school) and uses a voice modifier when she edits her content.

Grey's videos aren’t nearly as popular as Chasing Phantoms content because Valarie tries to keep her videos more grounded in facts and backs everything up with proven science (unlike the trio’s videos which are just a constant barrage of ghost-themed brain-rotting jokes and funny reactions). It only frustrates her more and so she leans into the Popular Kids clique in order to low-key bully them as an act of revenge. 

When the trio catches wind about Ghost Hunter Grey's channel, they will film a fake video and wait the next day to see if someone shows up. Sure enough, Valerie makes an appearance shocking all of them. Sam holds the braincell and say that since they know, they can just be careful and the group shouldn't try and provoke her anymore. Tucker agrees, but Danny has other ideas and starts greifing her as Phantom. At first he will purposefully reveal himself to her when he knows she doesn't have a camera on her, but once he starts getting a little more bold he will start to photo bomb her with the dumbest expressions and just being an overall annoyance. It basically boils down to him doing shit like saying "Nobody will ever believe you." or "It's been five years, you have to let me go." before slowly turning invisible and flying away.

[kozachenko]

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I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO FUCKING MAKE THE IMAGE SMALLER FOR POSTING ON TUMBLR WITHOUT SACRIFICING THE ACTUAL QUALITY OF THE IMAGE OH MY GOD

Ok so, what I did is go into the clip studio paint file, make a new file, copy and paste the group in the original file, merge everything, get rid of the extra stuff outside of the canvas, and then make the flattened image smaller and crop the canvas. Once you have that, export it and you're done. This helps maintain the actual quality of the image and also helps shrink the file size down to something actually postable (if anyone has a better way of doing this please tell me)

[Edit]: Ok I guess posting something to Tumblr just naturally compresses the image a bit more somehow because I'm looking at it now and zooming in too much makes it a bit blurry so I'm still gonna have to futz around with image quality for future pieces oof

Artist's Note:

I'm so glad I figured out a way to do this because I like working on a big canvas so I can get as much detail in as I possibly can. Only problems are how laggy it gets while drawing lol.

I had an idea for a drawing with Reimu and Zanmu because I really like thinking about their potential dynamic a lot. I also wanted an excuse to draw Zanmu again but in my normal rendering style because last time I drew her she was in my more sketchy style with generally flat colours so I wanted to draw her again. Speaking of, looking at the sketch for this is a jumpscare that I never enjoy seeing, like, man am I glad I didn't use those for my final piece.

Also about her spear. I was originally gonna make it like the ones she had in game, but it kinda threw off the whole piece. It was too big, too blue, and too flat, so I just went "fuck it" and gave her a different one instead. My headcanon justifying this is that the ones she uses in game are for danmaku battles whereas in any other fight she just uses a proper yari, or she still uses the yari and just makes it all glowy to power it up, maybe both lol. I pulled as much inspiration as I could from Sengoku era spears, and even put in some blue into the decorative part of the spear and also added a little skull to pay tribute to the original spear. Also, in my research I saw some art of izanami and izanagi making japan and saw that the yari izanagi has had a little decorative tassley thingy on it so I took some inspo from that and just made it one of Zanmu's tassles (Idk when that art was from or if the spear was still accurate to Sengoku period Japan but hey, probably the same reasons Eirin puts little bow ties on her arrows, it's just for personalization purposes).

I love rendering hair and clothes so much omg, while I like the super curly hair Zanmu, the longer, wavier hair suits her better for this drawing (I imagine it only does that like how Ghibli characters hair moves when they feel angry lol). I love making Zanmu's hair all messy and crazy, as well as giving her grey hairs, this woman has aged like a fine wine. Also, if the hem on the ends of her sleeves, top of her shirt, and her pants look like gold to you, that's because it is! It's fairly light so she's not collapsing under the weight, but it's gold! (I don't care how impractical it is, it's just cool). Not the undershirt though, it's made of a gold fabric. I had a cute idea with Reimu's hair to make it have a red shine to it. I also changed up Reimu's outfit so it isn't just a blob of red. I like it a lot when Reimu's skirt and outfit is segmented into different layers, so I wanted to incorporate that.

I tried to draw their hands differently as well, but IDK how noticeable that is. Also, I am super happy with how the side profiles for the two of them turned out, I used to struggle a lot with how to make the side profile of a character actually look like the character, so I'm really happy that they actually look like themselves.

Also added in the tree and rocks in the background as an homage to Zanmu's character art in Touhou 19, just because I was getting kinda stumped on what to do with the background lol.

In terms of a story idea with Reimu and Zanmu, idk why but the potential plotline of Zanmu wanting to ascend to godhood is so fascinating to me. Like, it is very possible that if she just convinced everyone she was a god (which would be very easy for her to do), she would become one in a heartbeat. Also, if she were to become a god, with her ability to return stuff to nothing, could she hypothetically get similar abilities to (Jojo Part 5 spoiler btw) GER? Like, idk about the death timeloop stuff, but the concept has been haunting me every night as I have been trying to find loopholes in GER's ability for a while now ( for no reason in particular). Back to the main topic, I imagine that she would probably tell Reimu that if she were to become a god she would take over the Hakurei shrine since the god there might as well be dead, and Reimu just says to her, "Over my dead body bitch." Like, I have no idea how to summarize their dynamic but like, it's the type of hero-villain dynamic where the phrase "We're not so different, you and I" would definitely be a phrase said during a fight. I think that if another IN style game were to release, Reimu and Zanmu would be in a team together. They could also have an interesting mentor and pupil kind of dynamic. Can you tell that Zanmu has been charging my mind rent these part few months? Like, instead of living in my head rent free, she kinda just uno reversed the whole situation and now she's the one charging me rent. What happens if I get evicted from my own brain? Actually, scratch that, I don't think I wanna know.

[brucewaynehater101]

Hello I have an idea for Tim.

What if he got those game screens pop up whenever he's doing some side missions or quests. And after that he'll get some cool and valuable stuff like: cool weapons with superpowers that are not from his world, advantages of gaining more information than the whole hero community, etc..

The Batfam probably thought that he was doing those missions because he was bored and wanted to relieve some stress, which is kinda true but whenever he does these quests he also makes a lot of allies from across the planets and helps him through it while also being part of the "Tim protector squad".

Also the screen will always congratulate him and give him some praise, plus the screen can also help Tim by upgrading his stuff or watching him from any danger and giving him a warning to be careful. Just a guy with his screen, what could go wrong? Hahah-

But. The screen can also give him some weird quest like "protect your loved one from [Redacted]" which confuses Tim but the screen doesn't have any power only providing him so who's the one controlling the screen???

Anyway these are just silly thoughts that I want to give :333

Heck yeah! I love exploring unusual/non-typical powers.

I really really want to develop this some more, so let's set up a power!

My favorite genre of games is horror. The fighting styles, gameplay, concepts, stick layouts, and all of that can be drastically different between games [at least Tim isn't stuck with game powers where he can't fight back]. Because of that, the end goal may be impossible to reach and thus changes to a new objective.

Here is an example of where this happened with Tim:

Convince Dick Grayson to become Robin Become Robin

Tim's thoughts and feelings can affect the missions he's given. He will never be given an objective he would not do (e.g. Kill Alfred). Not completing any task (side or main) can have consequences. Main ones have drastic outcomes that he can only somewhat control if he attempts them.

Upon completion, he gets points and rewards. His rewards are anything from new skills, connections, weapons, resources, etc.

His points can be used either in the "shop" or for his skill tree (Tim desperately wishes it was a "pay to play" game so he can get more points).

The shop has weapons, elixirs (one of which is Lazarus water), one use spells, maps, information/clues, outfits with effects, armor, etc.

His skill tree has three main branches: Body, Mind, and Soul.

For Body, he can enhance any of his characteristics to the upper limits of humans: eye sight, health, stamina, strength, sense of smell, etc. His points can also lower the difficulty or time needed to learn a very specific skill (ex. spending 5 points to decrease time needed to learn how to wield a pistol).

For Mind, he can hasten his thinking speed, create defenses against multiple mental attacks (including emotional manipulation and telepathy), decrease the mental energy required per tasks, decrease time spent learning languages/information, etc.

For Soul, this includes abilities to protect himself from magical/whatever interference, increase charm, increase ability to understand/read others' emotions, etc.

If he sounds OP, worry not! Tim suffers from never having enough points (he learned the hard way that he also needs to keep an amount saved up in case he suddenly needs to buy a tool or skill to save his or someone else's life.). There's so much he can buy, but there are only so many hours to complete side missions

Tim's least favorite quest was when he was chilling alone with his Zesti and suddenly got the notification:

Run

Jason's a jerk for scaring the shit out of Tim like that at TT

[chaoticallyfluffy]

Introduction + My Shazam Masterlist!

Welcome to my blog! My name is Fluffy!

I am an artist and fan fiction writer who mostly focuses on one fandom at a time. My current obsession is Shazam!

My second blog is @fawcetttweets where I post Tweets from the DC universe, focusing on the daily lives of Fawcett City’s heroes and civilians!

My banner was created by @chocolatebriosh during art fight! The characters are my OCs :)

You can find me on TikTok and Ao3 with the username ChaoticallyFluffy or by using the links!

I tried my best to make it chronological with the oldest on top and the newest on the bottom, so if my early stuff sucks, feel free to skip to the bottom of each section!

In order I have my ficlets, fan art, animatics, and misc (mostly add-ons to other posts or tiny ideas that are too short to put into ficlets)!

The characters involved in the posts will be next to each link! Billy and Captain Marvel will just be called Billy unless they are specifically separate beings in the post.

Masterlist begins under the cut :)

Where'd he go? (Billy, JL)

Curses! (Billy, Mr. Mind, JL)

Identical (Billy, Mary, JL)

Whats in a Last Name? (Billy, JL, Batfam)

Billy Being a Menace (Billy, Bruce Wayne)

Lies and Half Truths (Billy, Danny Phantom, JL)

Ah, a Child (Billy, JL)

Power of Perception (Billy, JL)

Doomed by the Narrative + Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Billy, JL)

The Homeless Boy and Nepo Baby (Billy, Bruce Wayne)

Two Halves, Never Whole (Billy, Jason Blood, Marvel, Etigran)

Blissful Ignorance (Billy, JL)

Blunder + Look at this! (Billy, Marvel, Shazamily,

Billy Batfam (Billy, Batfam)

Silly Billy + Pocket Home (Billy, JL, Shazamily)

What are you, a cop? + Now you see me, now you don't (Billy, JL)

Gender Swap! (Billy, Freddy)

Learning to Live (Billy, JL)

Stop Calling Me Dad! (Billy, Shazamily, JL)

Matchmaking (Billy, Diana, Gay animals)

'Tis but a scratch! (Billy, JL)

Tea With Persephone (Billy, Persephone)

Home Alone (Billy, Sivana, Shazamily)

Marvel Licks Cocaine. Wait, wha- (Billy, JL)

Body Swap (Billy, Marvel)

Parent Trap (Billy, Mary, CC, Marilyn)

Serious Accusations (Tawky Tawny, Billy, JL)

Celebrity Lifestyle (JL, Billy)

Warrior Cats (Freddy)

JL as platonic Soulmates (Billy, JL)

Swear Jar (Billy, Shazamily)

Sibling Fights (Freddy, Billy, Mary, Red Robin)

Three Kids in a Trench Coat (Billy, Mary, Freddy, JL)

Clothes (Billy, Mary, CC, Marilyn, JL)

Dead name, literally (Billy, Gay people)

Unicorns! (Billy)

No Longer 2 in 1 (Billy, other)

Magical Garbage Disposal (Billy, superman, batman)

Hot to Go! (Mary, JL, Billy)

Impromptu Tour (Billy, Batman, JL)

First Shazam Fan Art! Learning to Live outfits (Billy)

False Advertising (Billy)

The Duality of Marvel (Billy, Marvel)

Skill Issue (Freddy, Billy, JL)

Stock Photos (Billy, Marvel, C!Tommyinnit)

It's not you, its him (Billy, a random small child)

Closet Cosplay (Billy, Freddy, kind of Superman and Batman)

Experimental style (Billy)

If your reading this, i still haven't used the stickers. (Billy, Marvel)

*Pats him* *pats him* *pats hi- (Billy)

Whiteboard with friends! (Billy, Mary, Freddy, + more)

Billy Ratson (Billy, Marvel)

Bored (Billy)

Magical Girl Black Adam (Black Adam)

Sunny Sparkles (Sunny)

Ghost Boy! (Billy)

Gartic phone highlights pt. 1 (many characters!)

Tiger Bleps! (Tawky Tawny, Billy)

FREDDY!! (Billy, Marvel, Freddy)

Figurine Size Matters (Technically Batman and Billy)

Surprise! (Billy, JL)

Magical Girl?! (Billy, Barry, Poorly Drawn Evil Wizard)

Home (Billy)

Everyone Loves the Boy! (Harley Quinn, Billy)

Nails, nails, nails (Billy, Divine Twitch Chat, JL)

Stop. (Billy)

*Pats him* *pats him* *pats hi- (Billy)

My first Shazam post!

He needs more love :( (Kind of Billy)

Link to 'Kill him with kindness' fic

Asking for Eldritch Ideas (Billy kind of. Interesting comments!)

Zoooom! (Freddy, Billy, Batmans limitless funds)

Happiness (Billy)

Wip game (Billy, Clark)

Chaos boys (Billy, Klarion)

Link to 'Picture Day' fic (Billy, Cissie)

The first idea for Fawcetttweets! (Billy)

Marvel's Adventure! (Billy)

Peak Billy Design (Billy)

MY Boy! (Billy technically)

Talking about my fics release

Venn diagram (Billy, C!Tommyinnit, and Dave Strider)

DND (none technically)

Charlie (Billy, CC, Batman)

WIP Tag Game (Billy, Clark, Barry, Victor, Hal)

Implications (Billy)

Laws (Fawcett)

Link to my fanfiction called 'Bugs' (Billy)

Symptoms (Billy)

Fae (Billy)

Gotta Go Fast (Billy)

Tummy ache :( (Billy)

Migraine Posting part whatever (who cares why am I writing this with a migraine this was a horrible idea)

Here’s some of my original content! I don’t really make much of it but I thought I should at least give you the option to see it :)

OC art:

First Date (Valley, Roxy)

[ace-of-spaders]

*taps the mic and laughs nervously because of the major stage fright*

Lizzington shippers, fam, grandmas and grandpas, can I have a moment of your attention, please?

It's not a secret that, while some people in Lizzington community are still active, whether they write or make gifs or keep our dash full of Lizzington even in this trying times ( @melbob26-blog, thank you for this! ), Lizzington community as a whole went into hibernation over the last couple of years.

And I get it, interests change, especially when one show ends and there's another ongoing, moving on from the show that ended is totally natural, especially when it didn't give your favorite characters the happy ending they deserved.

I get it.

Hell, for a pretty lengthy while there I focused on other ships and shows, too, especially after TBL ended ended last year.

But you know what I realized earlier today, when I reread some of the old fics, browsed through gifsets and text posts, watched some fanvids?

It's the show that ended, for some in 2021, for others in 2023. And the only thing that means is that it cannot disappoint us anymore.

( it's not like we were suddenly deprived of quality content, because let's face it, the fans have been the main source of the quality lizzington content for years now, while the show gave us mere crumbs, on a good day )

But Red and Liz?

They are still out there, fighting criminals, catching Blacklisters, travelling the world, shamelessly flirting, toppling shadow organizations, raising Agnes and/or any other children they have, and generally being the sexy badass power couple they are!

Nothing changed in that regard.

So why would we mourn them, when they are out there, healthy and happy and in the middle of yet another adventure? I'm sure right this moment Red is drawing Liz into another one of his heists and she's only too happy to join him, even though she pretends that she's not, for the sake of the game.

There's literally no reason for us to stop writing, giffing, editing, sharing theories and headcanons and memes and just talking about our favorite couple.

And by writing all of this, I want to propose something daring to you:

Let's revive the Lizzington community!

Let's rewatch earlier seasons and gif the hell out of them because it's been a while and because precious moments between these two are not going to become less precious even if it's giffed 10 or 100 more times, not to mention that ever gifmaker's style is different, so there are virtually no two identical gifsets as there are no two identical snow flakes.

Let's make fanvideos, picspams, picture edits, fanart, moodboards! The amount of songs, quotes, moments etc that can inspire you is virtually endless!

Let's write fics, let's explore AUs, let's give each other prompts and challenge each other to try something new or practice some aspect of writing, like writing kisses or AUs or hugs or making up Blacklisters etc!

Let's share headcanons and theories and ideas and what our versions of Red and Liz are like, because everyone has their own unique versions of Red and Liz living in their head, and it's just beautiful, if you ask me!

Let's reblog stuff, filling each other's dashes with Lizzington!

Let's scream about Lizzington because no one does it like them!

Let's revive the Lizzington Community, we all miss it!

PS. Feel free to reblog this post – spread the suggestion!)

PPS. To assure you that I'm not the type of person who encourages others but doesn't do anything themselves, I can tell you I've already got some ideas for a couple of Lizzington events in mind. Those include challenges, thematic weeks etc.

PPPS. I'm not sure how many people are checking the tags these days, so I'm gonna tag some people I know under the cut, just in case, to spread the suggestion. If you weren't tagged, trust me, it's nothing personal!

@meetmeatthecoda @iwouldlovetoeatyourtoast @agxntkeen @factoseintolerant @tale-xistime @james-baeder @lettie1609 @withwhatiam @peace-love-on-planet-earth @missourired @felilaprivada @strawberry-pills @roominthecastle @codewordpumpkin @my-robot-heart @kitkate91060 @imyourplusone @shelly1952 @itsjustme-itsmylife @castle2cute @nancyjocom @cress-26 @lunaarlilacs @femaleoptimistic @scifi-gk @greeneyedsoul88 @figureofdismay @shippinglizzington @kissthefuture @thetwistedargent @actuallylorelaigilmore @sorrydearie @turningtimeinthetardis @buildinggsr @apicturewithasmile @windfalling @piketrickfeet

[talenlee]

Hey Talen! I'd like to hear about Read or Die! :)

okay so READ OR DIE was from the late 90s to early 00s, in the period of time when the sort of multi-media project anime you're now used to was gearing up; it had a light novel, a manga, an oav and a tv series and then more stuff spinning off that, in related-but-not-quite-the-same-thing universes. Like you could guess that some characters were the same between series but you couldn't presume anything because the rules of the universe and history were a little different.

And the premise is superpowered librarians fighting evil history zombies.

The central character of the LNs and first OAV were Yomiko Readman, a nerdy shutin book dork meganneko with a deep love of books, obsessively reading all the time and carrying around a rolling suitcase of books to read in case she got bored on public transport. Yomiko's special power is that she could control paper, telekinetically, and used this power for a host of cool effects .

In the first OAV she teams up with a super spy named Miss Deep.

Miss Deep is a super-spy who can phase through walls. She likes to play with Yomiko's hair and kiss her neck.

I am not joking around.

Anyway, the thing is, this series is at its core a sort of twee book-and-library themed superheroes doing a mystery to try and solve a conspiracy plot about someone resurrecting important historical figures who then have evil supernatural powers based on who they were in life. Like Hiraga Gennai is brought back from the dead so he can use lightning bolts made from his clay batteries.

The whole thing is built out of Bullshit Super Spy stuff, in the vein of literally James Bond style, but instead of super-tech magical geek toys, it's all got this low key urban fantasy element where Yomiko can do things like make clothes and barriers and weapons out of paper, but also nobody really comments on this beyond 'it's a thing Yomiko can do,' as a Paper Master.

So the vibes are 1990s Japan's idea of 1970s Britain as told through urban fantasy lesbians fighting history zombies.

It's really good!

The first season of the anime is about Yomiko's first girlfriend trying to find her after getting her first book published. Because she wants Yomiko to read her book. You know, in a heterosexual way. This winds up adopting a trio of sisters who are also Paper Masters, in the classic brat/bimbo/himbo trilune as they solve the mystery of Where Is Nenene's Girlfriend.

[geekynotfreaky]

RAGHGHGGHGH (arcane season 2, act I spoilers)

there is SO much to say that I’m definitely not going to capture it all, so I’m just gonna talk about a few things.

the opening scene after the theme song in episode 1 was so lovely. just the way they depicted caitlyn’s grief of her mother passing and vi’s grief that powder is truly gone. the whole world around them each is monochrome and incomplete, it feels wrong and like they are out of place. the sketch style also makes it feel like the two are just observing what's going on and not actually a part of it. I think it’s a very powerful visualization and does a wonderful job establishing where they are both at mentally and emotionally in the start.

cait and vi are both struggling for similar yet different reasons—both reasons being something that jinx is at the core of. and they are so close but also so far apart. then, cait pushes vi away because her anger is too much. she just wants jinx to pay, no matter what the cost. and so that moment where she almost shoots at A LITERAL CHILD is her moral event horizon, the end to the caitlyn we know from season 1.

speaking of jinx though, her arc so far is GREAT. you couldn't be blamed for expecting her to be even more sporadic and impulsive this season, but instead her countenance is almost...muted? like, she has fully surrendered to that sinking feeling inside and to the idea that she is The Mistake. a jinx, right? so what makes her unsettling this time around isn't a sense of mental instability, it's how much she doesn't seem to care anymore and how broken she is inside. which is definitely more realistic than if she was just completely off her rocker. can't wait to see more of her relationship with the kid, which I think has the potential to be healing for her.

also, loved the parallel between her letting go of silco's body in the water, and the underwater imagery of silco back in season 1. the way it came full circle!!!

one more thing, that scene where we kept going between the jinx vs vi fight and the weird dimension stuff happening with jayce, ekko, and heimerdinger??? was so beautifully done, and so effortlessly captivating to watch. scenes like that make you understand why this season took so long to make, and I don’t regret the wait in the least.

oh yeah and viktor is jesus. so that’s cool I guess.

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Devilish Desires - 6/8

Dangerous Temptations, Irresistible Touch 🎞️❤️‍🔥🌹⚔️🖤💻🖱️

Sub!Logan Howlett x Dom!OC (They/Them)

Summary: Logan, typically guarded and dominant, finds himself captivated by E, a mysterious being with a devilish allure and ancient presence that challenges his control.

Context: This story unfolds 'within' the "Days of Future Past" new timeline, during Logan's early years as a history teacher at Xavier’s School. It’s set well before his consciousness from the original timeline reconnects with him in 2023, as seen at the film’s end.

Content Warnings (for the whole story): Smut 18+ (Dry humping, Edging, Unprotected p in v.) - Dom!Logan into Sub!Logan - Pet Names (Good boy, pretty boy, pet, pup, amongst others…) reversed age gap (Logan is younger) - OC Notes: Established name, backstory, powers, fighting style, female body but gender fluid character (Logan misgender them at first because he doesn’t know, even in the descriptions) - Mention of other character from the MCU and subtle references to the comics for flavor (not mandatory to understand what is happening) - Flash back and mention of past trauma - Very quick mentions of drugs - Fluff with Dark Undertones: Emotional tension and possessive affection - Worship Themes: Religious imagery, reverent language and awe - Ancient Mysticism: References to otherworldly or demonic presence - Mental Health: Power dynamics, personal vulnerabilities - Trope: Rivals to lovers.

I'm back after 10 years of iatus and fairly new to how things are done on tumblr now, so sorry if I missed any warnings. Also english isn't my first language so there might be typos/weird sentences...

Notes: Got very inspired by sub!Logan and repeated listening of "Between wind and water" by Hael. Cover made with canva from an idea I got from this post. If you know who made the picture, tell me so I can credit them - Click on the divider to find the creator. Also this was meant to be an imagine turned into a full story. Just so you know, some chapters are very short, other are long. I'm in the process of editing/writing/rewriting parts so I'll post a chapter everytime I have one fully edited.

Stuff happened, got seriously derailled by Tony Stark this weekend... so I didn't finish chapter 7, but as I'm not that far from it, I decided to post chapter 6 anyway because it's getting too long and I can't wait for you to read that one. I hope you're feeling peckish, lovelies because it's time to feed the hunger once again and take a cold shower after reading this ;p

Need some music? I've got you

Previously: in Devilish Desires

Chapters: 6/8

Word Count: 9.5K / 60K+ for now (7.5K of pure smut and I'm not even sorry.) MINORS DNI

As promised, the paperwork arrived the next morning, neatly prepared and tucked into a crisp folder. The early light filtered through the kitchen window, casting soft shadows across Logan’s rugged features as he thumbed through the pages. Each section was meticulous, outlining boundaries, expectations, and a footnote that highlighted the confidentiality agreement extending to everyone in the mansion—alongside the strict no-kissing policy he’d insisted on.

Across from him, E sat with one leg casually crossed over the other, sipping their coffee in a manner that exuded nonchalance, as if this were any other routine contract. The morning air crackled with unspoken tension, and Logan’s senses picked up the subtle notes of their scent, stirring something within him that he quickly pushed aside.

Satisfied, he nodded approvingly and took the pen in hand. The familiar scratch of the ink gliding across the page seemed to echo in the still room, each stroke a mark binding them to something both exhilarating and perilous. He couldn’t shake the notion that this was more than just an arrangement. It was a challenge, a dance neither of them knew the full steps to, but both were determined to lead.

When he pushed the folder back across the table, E’s smirk was unmistakable—a mixture of confidence and playfulness that tugged at his instincts. They picked up the pen and signed with a flourish, a little glint of mischief in their eyes as if sealing a pact they’d secretly rewritten the rules to. The sound of their pen moving across the paper felt like the last click of a lock before the inevitable tension broke free.

They slid Logan’s copy back to him, fingers brushing his just long enough for a spark to ignite, fleeting and undeniable. The room felt warmer suddenly, charged with something neither of them cared to name aloud.

E stood up, the light playing off the contours of their figure as they tucked their copy of the accords under one arm. They paused, eyes meeting his with a look that was both a promise and a taunt. “I’ve got to deal with something. See you around, pretty boy.” Their voice had a lilt that left him balancing between a smirk and a snarl.

Logan watched, jaw tight and eyes narrowed, as they walked out. Their hips swayed in that deliberate way that made him curse under his breath. He tracked them until they disappeared from view, the echo of their footsteps still rippling through his thoughts.

A low chuckle escaped him, and he allowed himself one moment to savor the way his gut twisted in anticipation. Yeah, they knew exactly what they were doing. And damn it if he wasn't enjoying it.

In the days that followed, they crossed paths a few times, each caught up in their own busy routines. Logan had plenty to do between missions, the history lessons and helping the kids at the mansion, but the thought of E lingered at the back of his mind more than he'd like to admit.

It wasn’t until one particularly restless night that he found himself staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the image of their devilish grin and mesmerizing eyes. His thoughts drifted—first to the sway of their hips, then to the curve of their smile, and eventually to how intoxicatedly powerful they’d looked when they revealed their true form.

A soft knock at his door interrupted his reverie, making his head snap toward the sound. Instantly, he caught their scent—spice wrapped in smoke. With a knowing grin, he swung open the door to find E standing there in dark red satin pajamas, their little horns peeking out from their black hair, looking a little longer than usual, their tips reddening.

“Hey,” Logan greeted, his voice low and filled with a hint of the desire he'd been harboring.

E’s lips curled into an amused smile. “Nice to see you too. Liking what you see, pretty boy?”

It wasn’t a question—it never was.

“Maybe.”Logan leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “What brings you to me so late at night, counselor?” he teased, eyebrow cocked.

“You know I can feel you through walls, right ? When you think of me?” E replied, mirroring his smirk. The confidence in their voice sent a shiver down Logan's spine.

For a brief moment, his smile faltered. He hadn’t thought of that. But the smirk returned on his lips just as quickly as it had disappeared. “You don’t like it?” he asked, even though he knew the answer.

“Didn’t say that,” they purred, casting a quick glance at the hallway before pressing a hand to his chest, leaning forward, and gently urging him back into his room. Logan let them guide him, retreating toward the bed as they closed the door behind them and locked it with a quiet click.

“Though, I was thinking…” E's voice trailed off, eyes gleaming with playful intent as they pushed him again, this time until the back of his legs hit the bed to make him sit. “If we're going to do this—if you're going to think about me this much, Logan—then we'll have to play by my rules.”

Logan arched a brow, his gaze flicking up to meet theirs as they towered over him now. The low hum of anticipation curling in his gut kept him from refusing outright. "Your rules, huh?" he huffed, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips before he nodded. "Fine."

E’s tail slipped out of their pajama pants, making its way toward his forearm to stroke his skin, light as a feather “Good.” The word was stretched, as if it had a flavor and they were enjoying its taste.

As exhilarating as the idea of giving them the lead was, his reason screamed at him to push back, to stay in control. But as they had both agreed, the energy in the room shifted. It wasn't just their words that held him he realized—it was something deeper. He felt the subtle weight of their power settle over his mind, not enough to force him but enough to keep him tethered to the spot. Like a leash held loose in their grip.

E's smirk deepened as they caught the flicker of resistance in his eyes, the internal struggle. “You’ll stay still… unless I tell you otherwise. That’s the game tonight, pet,” they said, climbing over him, straddling his lap with a grace that made it impossible for him to look away. “For now, at least.”

He clenched his jaw, fighting to reclaim some control. His hands twitched, itching to grab their hips, but the unspoken leash kept him anchored. He could break it—he knew he could—but that was their game, wasn’t it? And tonight, he agreed to let them win.

“I had a question,” E began again, their voice dripping with sensuality as they made themselves comfortable, the weight of them on him only adding to the heat pooling low in his belly. “Regarding the contract.”

He gripped the sides of the bed, every muscle tense as they leaned in closer, breath ghosting over his neck while their tail possessively wrapped itself around his calf.

“You said no kissing, right?” they purred, lips grazing the sensitive skin of his throat. Logan managed a nod, even as his thoughts scattered at the first brush of their mouth against him.

“But what about biting?” they asked, lips still hovering near his neck before their teeth nipped at his skin, sharp but not painful. “Or licking?” Their breath was hot against his skin, sending a shiver straight down his spine as the heat of their tongue dragged, slow and deliberate, along his pulse point, making his fists clench on the bed frame. “Or sucking?” E finished, lips sealing over the tender spot they’d just teased.

Logan’s breath came out shakier than he'd like as they pressed their mouth to his neck, sucking softly on the skin. His body reacted before his mind could catch up. He wanted to move, to touch, but E's command held him in place—not just because of their words or the way they moved, but because every time he tried, it felt like a weight pressed down on him. A collar. And the more they teased, the tighter it became.

Everything was calculated, every move deliberate as they traced a path of wet kisses to his jaw, moaning softly. Each touch, each sound sent a surge of heat pooling in Logan’s belly, the restraint coiling tighter with each one.

“What about here?” E whispered, their breath warm against his ear before their teeth grazed the sensitive lobe, sending a shudder through him. A groan slipped out before he could stop it. “Do you like that, pretty boy?”

They shifted on his lap, pressing down just enough for him to feel them against the hardness growing beneath his sweatpants. E’s hand slid between their thighs to reach for him, brushing against their own warmth on the way, and Logan’s entire body tensed as their longs fingers found his hard length that was impossible to ignore. Their grin widened, feeding off the sensations radiating from his need.

“Yeah,” E purred, a surge of power making their voice drip with satisfaction. “I think you do.” Their voice was barely above a whisper now, but the sensation of them shivering in pleasure, feeding off his reaction, only made the need in his chest more intense.

A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as E’s hand teased his hard length again, making his body tighten, every muscle coiled and strained.

“You agreed to my rules,” E whispered, their lips brushing his ear, sending a jolt down his spine. “But I wonder… can you really keep up with me?” They shifted in his lap, grinding just enough to draw a low groan from deep within him. “Think you can handle it, pet?”

Could he? Hell, he wasn’t so sure anymore. Logan’s hands twitched, the urge to grab their hips, to flip the game around, surged through him. But the way they moved, the way they smiled with that knowing look, kept him still—kept him wanting.

“You’re a piece of work, E…” he muttered between gritted teeth, his voice raw with frustration. Desire blazed in his eyes, but he held himself back—just barely.

E chuckled softly, leaning in closer, their lips hovering over his. “Good boy,” they whispered, breath fanning over his skin—a soft, teasing taunt. The warmth between their mouths was palpable. Yet, even with the closeness, there was no pull, no energy drained; as long as there was no true intent to close that distance, the boundary would stay in place. This was a test, a game of willpower and restraint.

“Let’s see how long you can stay nice,” they murmured, eyes flicking down to his lips before returning to meet his gaze. The space between them felt charged, every second of restraint like a coiled spring waiting to snap.

Logan gritted his teeth, jaw clenched as the battle within him grew fiercer.

“Mmm, gods, you’re delicious,” they murmured, breathless, their lips finding the crook of his neck as they fed off the raw energy pulsing from him. Logan’s mind spun, caught between raw need and unfamiliar territory. He’d faced dominance before—plenty of women liked taking control—but this? This was something else entirely. It wasn’t just dominance; it was a command of him so total it left him speechless, breathless, a stranger to his own instincts.

For the first time, words failed him. He surrendered, lost in the sensation, as E reveled in their power, every calculated move more intoxicating than the last. They were like a deadly poison—dangerous, but too tempting to resist, and Logan found himself craving more, despite the edge of danger that came with it.

E chuckled, sensing the shift in him and the soft sound brought him back to reality.

“Sorry, pet,” they murmured, easing back just enough to let him catch his breath, the tension loosening like a tether unwinding. “You looked so tasty… Guess I got greedy.”

Logan blinked, dazed, breath ragged as he tried to ground himself. “Greedy, huh?” His voice came out hoarse, and he shifted, hands flexing with the urge to pull them close.

E leaned back just enough to look into his eyes, their smirk never wavering. “Didn’t hear you complaining, pup’,” they teased, fingers still tracing slow, lazy circles over his inner thigh but not pushing further. They knew exactly what they were doing—exactly how much control they had in that moment. Hell, they both knew it.

Logan swallowed hard. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. “You’re—” His words faltered, and he cleared his throat. “You’re dangerous, E.” But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he liked it.

E’s eyes gleamed, a full smile stretching across their lips, horns noticeably longer an redder now, as if fueled by their growing desire. “Good, I wouldn’t want it any other way,” they whispered, leaning close enough for him to feel the heat of their breath on his lips, though still not kissing him. “Now let’s see how long you can behave.”

They began to grind against him again, keeping their slow and deliberate pace, and Logan could feel the shift in their energy. Their breath hitched, and a quiet moan escaped them, betraying their own need. The scent of their arousal filled the air, intoxicating, primal, and it took every ounce of Logan's willpower not to move. But the way they rolled their hips against him, their warmth pressing into his hard length, was driving him mad. He could hear their soft gasps close to his ear, each one sending a shockwave of heat through his body.

Logan’s fists clenched, desperate to keep still, to play their game, but his body trembled with the urge to move, to take control. He forced himself to stay still, each nerve screaming for freedom as every sound, every breath, every shift of their body teased him further. His heightened senses were a curse in this moment—he could feel their pulse quickening against his skin, their need building, and that scent—god, that scent—it was driving him feral. He wanted to dominate them, but they had the reins now, and he could feel the tension in his body that betrayed his desire to surrender. The more they played with him, the harder it became to hold back, to pretend he wasn't about to snap. Once again, his hands itched to grab hold of those hips that had been teasing him for weeks, to pull them down harder, but just as his fingers released the frame of the bed, ready to act, E tutted softly, their hands sliding over his arms, stopping him in his tracks.

The slow grind of their hips halted for a few agonizing seconds, leaving him stranded in frustration. The sudden stillness only amplified both their desires, their breath heavy and mingling in the small space between them. He could feel the way their body trembled slightly, not just from control but from the same need that gripped him.

“Who gave you permission to touch me, naughty boy?” they grinned down at him, mischief flickering in their eyes as they held him in place, daring him to keep playing their game.

Logan’s breath hitched, his chest tightening as E took his hand and guided his finger to their lips. The heat of their mouth surrounded him, slick and tantalizing. The gentle graze of their teeth and the moan that rumbled deep in their throat, sent a shiver down his spine. His pulse raced, every nerve sparking at the contact, and he fought not to react—his body betraying him with each slow, deliberate movement. Slowly, they let his finger slip free, their lips hovering just above the skin for a heartbeat. Then, with deliberate care, E pressed soft kisses to the spaces between each knuckle, right where his claws would emerge.

The touch was maddeningly light, just enough to send sparks of pleasure radiating from each point. Logan hadn’t realized how sensitive those spots were until now, but under the heat of E’s breath, they felt like live wires, pulsing with intensity. His breath hitched as they lingered over the third spot, their lips barely brushing the skin, teasing him with a delicate warmth that made his body tighten.

Their eyes flicked up to his, catching the way his pupils dilated with desire. A sly smile curled at their lips, and only then did they begin to move again, rolling their hips slowly, deliberately grinding down against his bulge. The combination of their teasing kisses and the pulsing heat between them was enough to drive him mad, leaving him unable to focus on anything else. Logan clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to grab hold of them, to take control—but E’s teasing voice sliced through his haze, reminding him who was in charge.

“You want to touch?” Their voice dropped into a low, sensual purr, the faint trace of a foreign, exotic accent adding to the magnetic pull they had over him. “You ask, pet.”

Logan's eyes darkened at the challenge. He wasn’t the type to ask when desire burned so fiercely. He was always the take action type—if someone wanted him, it was obvious, and he responded in kind. But this… this was different. E wanted him to play their game, to bend, and he could feel his pride bristling against it.

His hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. E stopped moving entirely, their gaze flickering with a flash of concern. “You want to stop?” they asked, their voice losing its usual confidence, tinged now with a subtle layer of vulnerability.

Logan swallowed hard, clearing his throat. “No.” His voice came out rougher than usual, deeper, almost guttural. “It’s just…” He hesitated, the words stuck in his throat. “I’m not used to…”

E’s smirk returned, understanding gleaming in their eyes. “Oooh…” They dragged the sound out, hips rolling again as they resumed their slow grind. “Well, you can’t just grab what isn’t yours, pet. You need to ask permission first.”

Logan’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of them on him, the heat, the smell—it all had him light-headed. He wasn’t one for asking, but this? This had him reeling. His lips parted, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.

“Do you mind?” he rasped, his hand twitching against their side, still caught in their tantalizing grip.

E arched a brow, savoring the control they held over him. “Mind what?” Their voice dripped with playful mischief, the question lingering just long enough to test his patience. They pulled his hand up again, letting their full lips brush over his knuckles once more with agonizing slowness. Each kiss was deliberate, lingering. Logan’s breath hitched as E’s tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive skin between his knuckles. His claws itched beneath his skin, and a wave of heat surged through him, making it harder to hold back.

The slow drag of their tongue, the way their lips lingered just a second too long, the cool sensation when their breath hit the wet spot—it was a careful unraveling of his composure. Every soft kiss made the space between them feel like it was about to snap, the tension mounting with every beat of his heart. E’s gaze locked onto his, watching the crack in his restraint widen, the way his chest rose and fell with barely contained need. They enjoyed every second of it.

Logan swallowed hard, his voice rough and feverish when it finally came out. “Do you mind if I… grab your hips?” The question wasn’t a demand but a plea, something foreign on his tongue, especially when he could feel the desire burning hotter with each passing second. His gaze was locked on theirs, his heart hammering so loud in his chest he was sure they could hear it, each thud echoing the restraint he was barely clinging to as he waited for their answer.

A sly grin spread across E’s lips as they released his hands. “No,” they whispered against his ear, toying with him, their breath hot on his skin as they reached the crook of his neck and nibbled at his pulse. There was a slight, teasing pause before they added, “I don’t mind at all.” Their words were playful but held a thread of command beneath the surface. “You see how easy it is, pet? Just use your words.”

Logan wasn’t listening anymore. The moment they granted him permission, his hands moved of their own accord, gripping their hips with a firm, hungry touch. His fingers dug into their soft flesh through the smooth fabric, and E let out a soft, breathy laugh, feeling the intensity of what coursed through him—how badly he wanted this, wanted them. The heat radiating off him was palpable, a heady mix of desire and restraint, and they reveled in the way his need practically pulsed beneath his skin.

They could feel it too—how every ounce of his hunger was feeding theirs.

Logan’s grip on their hips tightened, his hands finally claiming what he’d been aching to touch. The warmth of their body beneath his palms, the give of their flesh under his rough fingers—it sent a thrill down his spine. His chest heaved with heavy breaths as E’s laughter vibrated against his skin. That sound, low and teasing, sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock, making every muscle in his body tense beneath their weight.

Their own pulse quickened at the intensity of his touch, the need in his grip fueling a fire deep within them. His desperation was like an electric charge in the air, and they soaked it up, feeling it ignite their own desire. Gods, the way his hands squeezed, rough and possessive, it made their breath hitch, their walls clench around air. They could feel the way he wanted to pull them closer, harder, but still held back just enough, waiting for their lead.

“Good boy,” they whispered, and the words made something primal stir in Logan’s chest, a low rumble of need escaping him. E leaned in, their lips grazing his jawline before biting down through the scruff of his chin just enough to make him gasp, the sharp edge of pleasure and pain drawing a shudder from him. They felt him tense, his hands tightening reflexively on their hips, pulling them even closer, forcing them to stop moving for a few heartbeats. His heat was so intoxicating, seeping into their skin like a drug.

“You like that, don’t you?” Their voice was a sultry whisper, lips now brushing the sensitive skin of his neck as they spoke. They began to grind against him again, slow and deliberate, each roll of their hips sending shivers through both their bodies. The friction between them was maddening—each movement calculated to drive them both closer to that edge without ever toppling over. Logan’s mouth opened as if to respond, but the sensation was too much, and a deep, guttural moan escaped instead. The tension in his gut, the way he strained to keep himself in check and the sound vibrating between them, a confession of pleasure that made E’s desire burn even hotter.

They could feel his heart pounding beneath their palm, and it mirrored the quickening beat of their own. Their fingers threaded through his hair, tugging just enough to keep him grounded, as they continued to grind against him, every shift of their body an exquisite torture. The way his hardness pressed against them, pulsing with barely contained need, made them moan softly, their own body betraying the pleasure that built with each teasing movement.

“See how easy it is when you behave?” E murmured, their breath hot against his ear, the words a seductive challenge. The power they had over him, the way he trembled under their control, sent a heady thrill coursing through them. Every roll of their hips seemed to ignite a new wave of pleasure, a slow burn that made their body ache for more.

Logan’s fingers dug deeper into their hips, holding them steady as they moved against him, and his mind went blissfully blank for a moment, lost in the heat of their shared desire. He wasn’t used to being this… helpless, under someone else’s control. But with them, it felt right. Every time they touched him, it was like electricity surging through his veins, and the tension coiling in his stomach told him he wouldn’t be able to resist much longer.

“Doin’ my best,” he managed, voice strained and punctuated by a low grunt. His admission sent a rush of exhilaration through E, their eyes gleaming as they leaned closer.

“I can tell,” they praised, their voice laced with approval. “You’re being so good for me, pet. Almost too good…” The words were a balm, feeding the spark in him and pushing them both further into the intoxicating dance of control and surrender.

The tension between them mounted, the charged silence broken only by their labored breathing and the subtle creak of the bed beneath them. E’s hips rolled with a calculated grace, drawing out Logan’s low, ragged groans, each sound setting their nerves aflame. But just as he felt himself sinking deeper into the heady warmth of the moment, something shifted.

E’s horns brushed against his forehead, the subtle curve pressing against his skin and reminding him of the power they held in that instant, the lengths of their desire manifested in those growing, otherworldly marks. The contact pulled him back just enough to let the awareness seep in—a stark reminder of who commanded the rhythm, who held the reins. It sent a shiver down his spine, and E could feel it, could sense the way his body reacted to every touch, every brush of their power. The energy between them was buzzing, a current that hummed in the space where their bodies met. Logan's struggle for control, the heat radiating off his skin, the primal urge that simmered just beneath the surface of his restraint—E felt it all and it fed that bottomless hunger like nothing ever did before.

Their own body was alight with sensation. Each time their hips rolled, the pressure building between their thighs sent waves of pleasure coursing through them. They could feel Logan’s hardness pressing against them, a constant, delicious reminder of the effect they had on him. His pulse, quick and erratic, mirrored the rapid beat of their own, and the heat between them seemed to intensify with every breath. E's skin felt fevered, their muscles tensing as the ache inside them grew.

They leaned back slightly, their eyes glowing with a mixture of amusement and lust as they watched him. Logan's expression—equal parts frustration and need—was intoxicating. His eyes were dark with desire, his jaw clenched in an effort to keep himself together, and it only fueled the fire inside them. Every subtle shift of his body, every twitch of his muscles beneath their weight, was like a symphony of sensations that thrummed through them.

“You’re doing so well, pretty boy,” they purred, the words slipping from their lips like velvet as their hips rolled slowly against him. The friction between them was maddening, drawing a low moan from E as the tension coiled tighter between their legs. Their breath hitched, heart pounding as waves of pleasure surged through them, and the control they held over him only magnified the sensations. “Gods, I could so get used to this…” His need pulsed through the air—heady, addictive—and each groan he released sent jolts of pleasure straight to their cunt.

Logan let out a shaky breath, his pulse thundering in his ears. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to growl in frustration or groan in surrender. But the way E looked at him—like they were ready to devour him—the way they moved with slow, deliberate rhythm, each soft moan heightening the tension, it did things to him he wasn’t ready to admit. The way they commanded every second, reading every flicker of his desire with practiced ease, left him reeling.

“I can feel how much you’re enjoying this,” E murmured, their fingers threading through his hair before tugging it back lightly, forcing his head to tilt up. The sharp motion sent a shiver of pleasure through them both, a gasp slipping from E’s lips as they drank in his response. The tautness of his muscles under their touch, the way his body yielded, made their own body hum with anticipation. “I can feel everything, Logan.”

His breath caught, eyes locking with theirs, pupils blown wide. “Everything.” The tingling heat of their touch, the unsteady tremor in his breathing, the desperate coil of need tightening in his gut—they felt it all. It wasn’t often that someone had him this vulnerable, completely at their mercy, yet here they were, owning every second of it, of him. That awareness, the knowledge of how easily they could push him to the brink, sent a fresh wave of arousal surging through them. Their walls clenched, aching for release, but they held back, savoring the power of his submission, relishing how wholly he was theirs in that moment.

The air between them crackled with tension, their bodies charged and trembling with desire. E could feel Logan’s restraint slipping further with each heartbeat. Every breath, every touch, was another piece of his resolve that crumbled beneath their hands.

“Maybe I should reward you,” they said, inhaling the scent of his sweat in the crook of his neck. It mingled with their own, and a shiver ran through them both as they felt how drenched with arousal they were. “Tell me, pet,” E whispered, their lips so close they almost brushed his, “Tell me what you want.”

Logan swallowed hard, his pulse quickening even further. Admitting what he wanted wasn’t easy, especially as someone who was used to being in control. But with E, the dynamic shifted. He didn’t just want them—he needed them. And the way they were teasing him made that need nearly unbearable.

His voice came out rough, barely above a whisper. “I want you…” He swallowed again, his throat dry. “All of you.”

E’s eyes darkened, a slow, dangerous smile curving their lips. "Oh, you will, pet," they promised, grinding harder against him for a few seconds. Their hands found purchase on his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as their power seeped into the room, surrounding him like a heavy, intoxicating fog.

"But first… you're going to wait. Let’s see if you can keep following the rules."

Logan’s eyes narrowed, frustration and raw need mingling in his gaze. His hands slid up their sides, fingertips grazing the bare skin just above their waistline beneath their shirt. The urge to flip them over, to take control, clawed at him, but he held back—barely.

“Ah, ah, careful now,” they warned, their voice a soft, teasing melody. “I said you could touch, but let’s not get greedy, pet.”

Logan swallowed again, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The way they called him pet made his blood run hot, his steady composure fracturing as his breath hitched. He couldn’t decide whether to be frustrated or completely enthralled, but he was leaning dangerously toward the latter.

“I ain’t greedy,” he rasped, though he wasn’t sure if that was true. His grip eased, just a fraction, not wanting to overstep. E’s smirk deepened, sensing the battle within him—the push and pull of his restraint.

No?” they hummed, their lips ghosting over his jawline, fingers trailing down his chest to rest just above the waistband of his pants. “Then what’s this, pretty boy?” Their palm pressed against his lower abdomen, making him feel the undeniable evidence of his desire, burning inside him like a wildfire, consuming every shred of resolve. Logan exhaled sharply, his breath ragged.

"You think you can keep me under control all night?" he growled, his voice laced with challenge, fighting to hold onto his composure.

E’s eyes glittered with amusement as their hand slid down to the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where he throbbed with need. "Oh, I know I can, pretty boy," they whispered, their lips brushing against his ear. "The real question is, how long can you last before you beg?"

Logan’s pulse spiked, the heat of their body and the weight of their words seeping into his bones. The teasing, the control, the way they held him in the palm of their hand—it was maddening. And yet, as E continued to push him to the brink, a part of him knew he’d already lost this game.

Because damn it, he was so close to begging, and they both knew it. Instead, he let out a frustrated growl. E tilted their head, the smirk on their lips unfading as they leaned in closer. They ran the tip of their tongue along his jawline, teasing the skin through his beard. “Oh, cute pup’,” they purred, their hands slipping beneath his t-shirt to explore the firm muscles beneath. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”

Logan’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening around their hips, desperate for any semblance of control. “What more d’you want, huh?” he rasped, voice heavy with desire and frustration.

They chuckled, the sound vibrating against his skin. “You’re good, pretty boy,” they said, their voice soft yet commanding. “But you’ll have to find out what makes me tick on your own.”

Logan’s jaw clenched, battling the mix of pride and raw need coursing through him. The words weighed on his tongue, unfamiliar and vulnerable. “Can I…” He hesitated, then swallowed, forcing himself to speak, his voice low and rough. “Can I make you feel good?”

Their lips curled into a slow, wicked smile as they combed their fingers through his hair, the touch both tender and possessive. “Oh, but you already are, sweetie,” they murmured, their long horns grazing his forehead, an intimate, almost claiming gesture. “You make me feel good already, pretty boy.”

The sound of their words, coupled with the gentle touch, sent a shiver down Logan’s spine. His heart thudded, barely contained by his ribs. But he pushed further, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Can I make you feel even better?” The question was edged with challenge, his eyes meeting theirs with a hunger that dared to reclaim some control.

Their body quivered at his words, a flash of something dangerous and wanting flickering in their gaze. “What do you have in mind, cutie?” they asked, voice sultry with a hint of playful defiance.

He paused only a moment, then let his eyes drift purposefully to their chest. “What about your tits?” he growled, voice thick with need.

A low, mischievous laugh escaped them, their body trembling slightly. “What about them, pet?” they teased, meeting his eyes with that daring smirk, inviting him to continue.

Logan’s grin widened, the heat between them simmering to a boil. “Want me to touch them?”

Without hesitation, they released their hold on him, their fingers deftly unbuttoning their pajama shirt to reveal the soft, inviting curves he’d been aching to touch. “Here they are, pretty boy,” they said, their voice teasing but their eyes betraying their own hunger. “Go ahead.”

The sight was overwhelming. More beautiful than he had imagined, they took his breath away. His hand reached out, cupping one breast gently, the warmth and softness under his palm sending a rush of pleasure through him. His fingers traced the curve of their dark skin, savoring the moment as his heartbeat thundered. His touch trembled slightly as he succumbed to the temptation, feeling the weight of them, the heat searing through his skin.

The moment his hand made contact, E gasped softly, the rough, calloused texture of his skin brushing over their sensitive flesh sending a shiver down their spine and settling as heat in their core. Warmth bloomed under his touch, spreading like fire through their chest and making their breath hitch. Their nipples hardened beneath his fingers, tension coiling deep in their belly with each slow, deliberate caress. His touch, though reverent and slightly hesitant, radiated such raw desire that it left them craving more.

Before he could fully lose himself in the sensation, they grabbed his jaw firmly, pulling his gaze back to theirs. The sudden dominance of the gesture sent a thrill through him, unraveling what little control he had left. Perfect. The feeling of power—holding him in check while their own body trembled with anticipation—was intoxicating.

“New rule, pup,” they commanded, their tone hard, though edged with a tremor of pleasure. “Address me properly from now on.”

Logan’s throat was dry, and his voice wavered beneath the weight of their piercing stare. “And how should I call you?” he managed, the words slipping out in a haze of want and tension.

A gleam of mischief lit their eyes. “I know you can come up with something creative,” they taunted, halting the grinding of their hips that had been torturing him. “Need a moment for that brain of yours to catch up?” Their smile was vicious, teasing, making his stomach clench.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, heavy with need. They sighed contentedly, savoring his frustration as their horns brushed against his forehead again. “Damn, you’re so tasty,” they purred, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Don’t stop,” Logan whispered, his brows knitting as he fought the edge of desperation, his tone nearing a plea. He was slipping, teetering on the brink as the tension roiled inside him.

“If you want me to start again,” they murmured, their breath warm and tantalizing against his ear, sending a shiver through him, “you need to ask me properly, pretty boy.”

His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, desire pulsing hot and insistent between his legs. “Please,” he rasped, the single word raw with need, “don’t stop.”

Their grip on his jaw tightened slightly, and they rolled their hips only once, pulling a groan from deep within him. “Please, who?” they demanded, mock anger in their tone, amusement glinting in their eyes as they continued the game.

Logan’s mind struggled to form words, pleasure clouding his thoughts. “Please… Angel, don’t stop.”

The word escaped before he could catch it. It didn’t make any sense—everything about them screamed devil: the teasing cruelty, the glint of wicked delight in their gaze. The memory of their true form flickered at the edge of his mind, the one hidden behind their current guise. They looked every bit the demon, even with their feathered wings. And yet, the sensations they drew from him were divine, as if they were an angel in disguise, mighty and gracious in their power over him. It felt sacred, the way they owned him completely in this moment.

They paused, eyes glinting with satisfaction as they considered the name. “Angel, huh?” they mused, letting the word roll off their tongue with a hint of amusement. “I can see the appeal.” Their grin widened as they leaned down, lips brushing tantalizingly close to his, toeing the line of their agreement. “I accept your gift,” they purred, eyes sparkling with pleasure as they resumed the slow, torturous grind against him.

Logan groaned, heat surging through him again, but he bit back any words, knowing that speaking out might make them stop. His control was hanging by a thread, and they knew it, exploiting his desperation with deliberate care.

“Oh, you’re such a good pup,” they praised, fingers tangling in his hair as they pressed his face against their chest. “Now, be a good boy and lick.”

He obeyed without hesitation, breath catching as his lips met the warmth of their skin. He moved slowly at first, savoring every reaction they gave—the soft gasps, the low moans that deepened with each touch. The slight taste of salt on their skin was overwhelming, heightening his senses. His tongue teased around the peak of their breast, circling before flicking against it, and their hand tightened in his hair, urging him on.

“Good boy,” they whispered, their voice thick with pleasure. The praise shot through him like a jolt, making his body hum with satisfaction. His right hand continued to knead their other breast, fingers firm but reverent, as though discovering them for the first time. E's body responded in waves, every nerve alight with sensation. The warmth of his breath against their skin sent shivers down their spine, each flick of his tongue drawing a gasp that seemed to echo in their chest. Their skin burned hot under his touch, each teasing pass of his mouth and fingers leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Their hips shifted the pace to a teasing rhythm once more, a slow, torturous grind that kept them both suspended on the edge of desperation. They felt the heat pooling low in their abdomen, building with each subtle movement. The throbbing ache between their thighs intensified, every shift of their hips against him creating friction that sent jolts of pleasure sparking through their veins. Their pulse quickened, a steady drumbeat that matched the feverish thrum of need coursing through them.

Logan’s composure was slipping fast. The need coursing through him was relentless, but he focused on their sounds, the way they shivered under his touch. He wanted more—wanted to push them over the edge as he teetered on the brink himself. His lips moved with more urgency, tongue tracing intricate patterns over their sensitive skin, while his left hand gripped their waist tighter, pulling them closer until there was no space between them.

E's head fell back, moans spilling from their lips with less restraint now, each one resonating through their body like a pulse of lightning. Their heart raced as heat spread over their skin, a blissful tension coiling tighter and tighter in their core. They tugged harder at his hair, and Logan couldn’t stop the low growl that rumbled from his chest, vibrating against their skin. The sound sent another wave of arousal crashing through them, making their thighs tremble and their breath catch. The feel of him, the relentless attention, was pushing them closer to surrender.

“You make me feel so damn good,” E whimpered, their voice a breathless symphony of need as their grinding slightly picked up pace. The words came out fractured, barely held together by the trembling need overtaking them. “Such a good boy for me…”

Logan’s left arm around their waist tightened, his own body straining as the tension between them grew unbearable. He felt the heat radiating from them, the dampness between their thighs seeping through his sweatpants, teasing him relentlessly. E felt his muscles tense against their skin, and the knowledge that he was holding back, that he was still focused solely on their pleasure, sent a heady rush through them. They moved against him with more urgency now, the friction stoking the fire within them until it was nearly too much to bear.

They were so close, the coiling heat inside them threatening to snap, but they weren’t ready to give in just yet. A wicked smile played on their lips as they adjusted the rhythm once more, pulling back a bit, making him wait. The tension was exquisite, each lazy roll of their hips drawing out the anticipation, prolonging the aching bliss. The slow, controlled movements sent deep, simmering waves of pleasure rolling through them, enough to make both their entire bodies pulse with need but not enough to push them over the edge. E was toying with the both of them—he knew it and it only spurred him on.

Despite the low rhythm, their breaths were turning ragged, their heart racing as the pleasure teetered on the edge of too much. Sparks of heat shot through their limbs, making their thighs shake with every subtle shift against him. Each pulse of friction sent shudders racing up their spine, and they bit down on their lip to hold back the cries that threatened to spill over. Logan’s heart pounded in his chest as he felt them holding onto the edge, deliberately stalling the fall, savoring every second of it. His lips and fingers moved faster now, more insistent, drawing out sharper moans from E as their control wavered. The way he touched them, the relentless press of his mouth against their skin, nearly shattered their resolve.

“Logan,” they gasped, their hips stuttering against him, the rhythm faltering as the need surged. A heady, electric sensation washed over them, pooling at their core and spreading like wildfire. Their breaths came in quick, shallow bursts, and the moans that followed were unrestrained, raw, laced with the desperation of wanting and almost having. They teetered on the edge, the build-up so intense it left them breathless, each muscle in their body tensed with anticipation.

He felt the shift—breaths quickening, moans sharper, more desperate—felt how close they were to losing control, and it only stoked the fire burning inside him. The heat radiating from their body, the way they gripped at his hair and shoulders, grounding themselves in him, made him ache in the most exhilarating way.

“Don’t stop,” they begged, their voice shaking with need, and Logan couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at his lips. He was barely holding onto control, wavering dangerously, but knowing he was the one unraveling them, pushing them to the edge—it was intoxicating. It was all for him, and he didn’t want to stop. The realization surged through him, mingling pride with a deep, consuming desire.

With a tighter roll of their hips and his name a strangled cry of pleasure on their lips, he felt them come undone in his arms, shattering. E’s body tensed against his, the climax hitting them hard like a wave crashing over rocks. The heat burst from within them, rippling through every inch of their body in a rush of ecstasy so intense it left them gasping. Their moans filled his ears, a symphony of release that seemed to echo in the room. Their fingers dug into his skin, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping them grounded, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

Logan held them through it, his hands never straying from their body, his lips still teasing against their skin, drawing out their pleasure as long as he could. The feel of their heartbeat racing against his, the shivers still coursing through their body, made his own restraint fray at the edges.

He watched them, heat swirling through his veins, captivated as they came down from their high. They were utterly breathtaking, and he swore he’d never seen anything more perfect in his life. Their breathing was still uneven, their body trembling against him as aftershocks made them shudder. The sight of them, warm and satisfied, their skin still glowing with the aftermath, drove Logan wild, but he held himself back, his own release simmering just beneath the surface, a barely contained storm.

E’s eyes fluttered open, their lashes heavy with the dazed warmth of fulfillment, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across their face. They looked at him, gaze heavy-lidded, eyes glistening with affection and teasing mischief. Logan felt his heart stutter in his chest as they reached for him, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, the gentleness of their touch a stark contrast to the intensity moments before.

“Here’s my good boy,” they whispered, their voice soft, warm, laced with playful praise. They stroked his hair gently, the grip now soothing, calming the storm within him with just a touch as they leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek. The tender affection seared through him, making his chest ache in the best way.

Logan’s lips twitched into a grin, his breath still uneven as he nuzzled against their chest, inhaling their scent, feeling the soft, rapid thrum of their heartbeat against his cheek. The praise and gentle affection threatened to ignite him all over again. But this time, there was something different in the air between them—something softer, more intimate. The way they looked at him, the way their body still pressed against his, made it clear this wasn’t over. Not yet.

“You did good, pup,” E whispered, their voice soft but commanding as they gazed down at him. “But there’s one more thing I need from you.” They leaned in closer, their breath ghosting over the shell of his ear, sending a shiver racing down his spine. “It’s time for your reward.”

Logan’s breath hitched, his entire body taut with anticipation. The weight of their words, steeped in promise, made his pulse thunder. The room seemed to shrink, filled only with the warmth of their shared breath and the heat between them. He felt their hand slide into his pants, fingers wrapping around him, firm and deliberate. The sudden contact drew a sharp gasp from his lips, and his muscles tensed, caught between the pull of pleasure and the urge to submit.

“Now, be a good boy… and come for me,” they commanded, their voice low and teasing as their hand worked its rhythm with exquisite precision. Logan’s eyes squeezed shut, head tilting back as the coil of tension inside him wound tighter, every nerve ending sparking with anticipation. His hands clutched their waist, grounding himself as his control began to splinter.

Their free arm wrapped over his shoulder, sliding inside his shirt, fingers grazing down his back, scratching just enough to keep him on edge. The sensation sent a hot, rolling shiver through him, feeding into the pleasure building in waves that crashed over and over, relentless.

A low, guttural sound escaped his throat—a mix of desperation and surrender—and E smiled, taking in the way he quaked under their touch. That was it. That was the push he needed. The world blurred as the tension finally snapped, his release tearing through him with a force that left him gasping, his head pressing against their chest, body trembling in the aftershocks.

They held him close, fingers weaving through his hair with soothing strokes, grounding him as he floated through the haze. “Such a pretty boy when you come for me,” they murmured, their voice thick with satisfaction and affection. “You did so well… so good for me.”

Logan’s heart pounded, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as their words seeped into him like warmth on a cold day. Each praise, each gentle touch, resonated within him, layering pride atop the deep contentment settling in his bones. And with that pride came a deep, unspoken joy—joy that he had given them pleasure, that they had rewarded him so sweetly.

He stayed there, face nestled against their chest, the gentle thrum of their heartbeat filling his ears. Their presence enveloped him, easing the tension, leaving only a blissful peace. And with every whispered word of praise, Logan found himself anchored, sinking into the comfort they offered, drinking in the sweet words they whispered, heart and mind both wholly theirs.

Logan took a few moments to catch his breath, his cheek resting against the softness of E’s chest, feeling the steady beat of their heart begin to slow beneath him. It filled him with a sense of completeness he hadn’t realized he was yearning for until now. How long had he waited for this? For someone like them?

This had started as just a game, a way to satisfy their mutual needs, but now, something deeper stirred within him. A part buried beneath his rugged exterior craved more. The soft praise E whispered as their fingers stroked through his hair began to blur the line between reality and fantasy. Maybe this wasn’t just play. Maybe they were an angel, sent to pull him from his shadows. Maybe it was his purpose to devote himself to them, to earn their approval with everything he had.

Their hand moved to cradle his cheek, the tender touch sending a shiver down his spine. “You look so pretty when you make a mess for me,” they murmured, their voice dripping with affection. The words hit him square in the chest, filling cracks that had been empty for so long with warmth and pride.

“Thanks, Angel,” he whispered, his voice rough but laced with sincerity. E’s smile deepened, hunger still glinting in their eyes but softened, satisfied.

“Thank you, puppy,” they purred, their voice thick with contentment. “You did really good.”

The way they said those words, with a mixture of tenderness and command, made Logan’s chest tighten with something more profound than desire. He was intoxicated by their praise, the feeling of being seen and cherished in a way he hadn’t experienced in years, if ever. Instinctively, he reached up and cupped their cheek with a large, calloused hand, brushing his thumb gently over their skin. The urge to kiss them tugged at him, a magnetic pull that he almost couldn’t resist.

But as his lips began to tingle, raw energy flowing from his throat to reach E’s mouth, the memory of their agreement, the contract they’d both set, came crashing back. No kissing. No crossing that dangerous, fragile line that kept him safe from the pull of their power. If they went there, it would come with serious consequences and end their partnership. The thought of losing this, losing them, was more than he could bear. So instead, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to their cheek, just shy of their lips, his breath warm against their skin.

E sighed, a sound full of contentment, and relaxed into him. They felt it—the first seed of worship taking root within him, a devotion that surpassed simple physical desire. It was one of the most potent emotions they could absorb, second only to raw life energy. The sensation brought them a joy deeper than satisfaction, a joy so profound they could stay in this moment forever, wrapped in Logan’s warmth and reverence.

Neither of them moved, savoring the shared silence and the way their heartbeats gradually fell in sync. But after a moment, E felt the telltale pinpricks in their legs, a subtle reminder that even moments like this needed to end. They leaned in, pressing one last kiss to Logan’s cheek before shifting to leave his lap. His hand shot out instinctively, fingers curling around their wrist, tugging them back toward him.

“Can’t get enough of me, can you, pretty boy?” E teased, a sly smile playing on their lips.

Logan’s eyes softened, his expression unguarded as he met their gaze. “No,” he admitted, voice low and unashamed. “You’re addictive.”

A quiet laugh escaped E as they began buttoning up their shirt, fingers moving with a casual grace. Their touch shifted, a gentle caress to his cheek, the warmth of it lingering like an unspoken promise. “Get cleaned up,” they said, the affection in their tone unmistakable.

Logan nodded, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He watched as E stepped away, a shadow moving gracefully across the dimly lit room. Only when they were out of sight did he stand, the space suddenly feeling emptier, lacking the magnetic energy they brought with them. Mechanically, he made his way to the bathroom, washing up and changing into clean pants, his mind replaying every whispered word and touch.

The quiet of the room wrapped around him as he settled under the covers, switching off the light before checking his phone. The time glowed back at him—1:57 a.m. His mind spun, replaying how E had held him under their control for nearly two hours, bending him to their will until they chose to yield. He sighed, a mixture of contentment and the ache of yearning filling his chest as he let his eyes drift shut.

A soft click echoed in the hallway, and the familiar, intoxicating scent of them reached him moments before the quiet creak of his door. Logan’s eyes snapped open, and he propped himself up on his elbows just in time to see E slip inside, moving like a shadow until they were at the edge of his bed.

A deep sense of peace bloomed in his chest, spreading warmth through his veins. “You want more?” he asked, the smile evident in his voice even in the dark.

They chuckled, the sound rich and teasing. “Came back for dessert,” they murmured, sliding under the covers and shifting closer to him. Their arm found its way over his waist, their leg intertwining with his, and their tail wrapped snugly around his thigh. The contact drew a shiver from him, and Logan pulled them closer, his arm curling around their shoulders as they fit against his side.

Both of them exhaled in tandem, the room settling into a peaceful silence once more.

“Goodnight, pup,” E said, the amusement in their voice hinting at the contentment beneath it.

“Goodnight, Angel,” Logan replied, voice softened with a mix of affection and relief.

They fell asleep like that, wrapped in warmth and each other’s presence, neither needing anything more than the quiet reassurance of the other at their side.

To be continued…

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im not a good writer but I have a lot of brainrots about sagau and imposter sagau

so here’s a little uh.. dramatic brain rot idea of mine

(edit: this is a very old thing I wrote a few years ago but i thought I’d leave it up TT)

N O W L O A D I N G . . .

I’ve always found it unrealistic how quick-to-assume the acolytes are

ex. the first person they see that looks like you is the definitely the “creator” (stupid to assume)

or

anybody who looks like them is definitely an imposter (like what?? it should be blessing-)

so instead, when the imposter first arrived, the acolytes were in doubt but still hopeful

using celestia’s power, the imposter proved themselves in other ways than gold blood and gained a following

although a very good imitation, something was just the slightest bit off. those small mistakes started to build up, and the acolytes couldn’t help but feel something was wrong.. yet they’re loyalty remained

you, the creator, pull up to the crib and nobody really believes you. kinda just thinking man they look a lot like the creator.. that’s crazy 😧

you go around and see the imposter all acting like you, spreading their influence to gain total power

so instead of going around like a door to door salesman and convince the acolytes that you’re the real creator, you decide to get to the root of problem: the imposter

however taking the throne by force would be stupid, I mean it’s not impossible to kill the imposter, but combined with the acolytes and millions of followers- yeah no thanks.

you could easily do it by showing your blood, but you wanna see who is truly loyal to you

and let’s be honest

where’s the fun in that?

you’re definitely not a sadist

so you infiltrate the palace spy style and at the big throne doors you blast them open all cool n stuff

the acolytes immediately detain you and you kneel before the imposter

“My liege, excuse my impudence, but you seem rather uncomfortable..”

the imposter flinches as you smirk at them

“D-Dispose of them at once! I wish to see their face no longer..”

“Hah.. you really like to humor me. Don’t you? Celestia.”

you’re met with astonished glares thinking how arrogant you are, well not until..

in a display of divine power, you break free of the acolytes grasp with ease

you grin wildly as everyone looks at you in a stupor with one collective thought:

“What if..”

you smirk.

this’ll be fun.

some of the archons yell for you to wait but you take a dramatic bow and disappear in a blink.

the whole room is enveloped in soft murmurs and speculative chaos as the imposter bites their lip in anger- no, rage.

the situation is thrown into turmoil and for weeks the acolytes watch as the imposter starts to become more paranoid, aggressive, and more off.

their paranoia leads to a new order, and the witch-hunt begins. anyone caught worshiping you or helping you are executed on the spot.

dried blood lines the cobblestone streets of mondstat. in liyue, rather than good food and hearty laughter wafting through the air, all that remains is the vague stench of dead bodies. inazuma’s streets are quiet and cold, as soldiers loom over the area.

the situation with the acolytes aren’t much better. some slipped away early to find you, others of utmost loyalty to the imposter are furious because of your little “act”

but even they can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong

most acolytes become doubtful and eventually turn neutral, unknowing what side is the true creator.

the battle has begun as you and the imposter fight for their trust, love, and power.

lets see who gets their head chopped off first.

(i guess this could be a prologue to imposter sagau?)

[multbasa]

The reason why I don't mind that Zelda doesn't wield a sword in Echoes of Wisdom is because I never cared for having a "female Link".

Some people in the past have told me "why play Princess Zelda when Nintendo could just make the main character customizable or have a female option", and honestly, I hate that idea. I think it devalues Link as a character to just make him like the Pokemon Trainer or Squid Kid, and I personally enjoy Link being a more androgynous character which Nintendo really leaned towards in BotW and TotK. If Link is divided into "boy Link" and "girl Link" then that androgyny gets discarded. Not to mention that BotW/TotK made him so bland in so many cutscenes where he barely emotes at all despite having a lot of personality in the rest of the game: making him a generic self insert will just make him more bland out of necessity so people can project onto him. I much prefer Link having his own personality like in Skyward Sword or Wind Waker etc.

I want to play Princess Zelda because she has her own cool powers throughout the series. I don't need to play a female character because it's a female character, I want to play Princess Zelda or other versions of her like Sheik or Tetra because they're unique.

Furthermore, I do enjoy having unique gameplay styles. I'm really interested in Echoes of Wisdom because it is different. The 2D Zelda games don't really have much going on in the sword fighting department compared to the 3D games: they're very straightforward. It would be interesting for them to expand 2D sword fighting in the future somehow but I don't really know what they would do besides "swing sword, block with shield, attack weak point". The ability to summon minions to fight for you and to spawn all sorts of things sounds very exciting to me personally because it's going to be a very different game than past 2D Zeldas.

I hope that in the future we see more and different Princess Zeldas to play, and personally I would love some co-op titles where I can play with someone else. (It was my hopes and dreams for both Link and Zelda to be playable in TotK when it was first teased. Running around Hyrule with someone else like my twin would have been an absolute joy especially if Zelda had her own unique moveset.)

I just prefer variety. I don't play each Zelda game because I can swing a sword, I play it for the Ocarina of Time or the Wind Waker or the Minish Cap or the masks in Majora's Mask or all the other unique aspects of each game. The sword—besides Skyward Sword—is a method to hit stuff with but it's not often the star of the show, and I am usually disappointed when other items are not useful outside of their respective dungeons. I like how Nintendo is trying to incorporate abilities into the broader gameplay rather than specific uses like in the past because it gives me more options that just "identify the specific item needed in this situation" or "hit the weak spots like this with that".

That isn't to say that there can't be criticisms. For instance I noticed that spawning something with the staff is done by pressing the Y button and there's the whole scroll through items thing. I worry that only having one button assigned to this ability means that there will be a lot of menuing. I am hopeful that Zelda will have more options for different items besides the staff because the other face buttons are free for other things. The D pad icon also leaves space for 3 different things on the left too, so I am interested to see what other abilities Zelda will have available to her. Nintendo is not a stranger to hiding things about upcoming games, so I think there is a good chance that there is some else besides the staff in this game.

Anyway, I just wanted to get this off my chest. I am a female tradesperson, so I don't appreciate anyone insinuating that liking the different playstyle is tied to sexism and the idea that Zelda can't wield a sword (she did in Twilight Princess). I just don't think that a sword and shield is something that every game needs especially in a 2D Zelda where the other abilities are generally more interesting to me.

[ideas-4-stories]

Heyyy I'm the non-sexual omegaverse anon, back in your inbox bc YES I LOVE DUMPING IDEAS ABOUT RELATIVELY SFW OMEGAVERSE-!!!!

And yeah boo, me too on the period front. I'm AFAB and SUFFERING. Essentially I consider Heats to be similar to periods - the same basic principles, cramps, cravings, odd other symptoms nobody talks about ((back pain and migraines hello???)), but Ruts are basically the same but opposite. It's a hormone rush. Both are controlled by the endocrine system, both are hormones and chemicals. Both can and do increase libido, but it isn't some absolutely feral Need To Breed type of situation.

Buggy in particular has the omegaverse equivalent of polycystic ovarian syndrome or endometriosis. Wild, heavy, wacked out Heats which knock him flat on his ass.

His main, original crew all knew of his designation bc while Buggy has megaflaws, sexism and misogyny is NOT AMONG THEM. the Buggy Pirates are actually one of the most diverse crews known. They value what you bring, not what you are.

Buggy also has a very strong scent. It's almost impossible to completely hide it, so he and his crew kind of opt to Hide In Plain Sight.

Beyond Karai Bari, the only ones who know Buggy's secondary are the infirmary workers in Impel Down, Shanks, Rayleigh, Crocus and Luffy, but the latter doesn't realize he knows nor that it's a secret. Lu was the first and only person outside of the Roger's who put together "the cute Omega bestie I had when I was tyke" and "buggy the gods damned clown" are one in the same.

After the reveal, Croc and Hawk both go through a bit of a learning curve bc suddenly "do we... treat you differently now? Like, open doors and stuff? We thought the other's did that bc they're simps but maybe we should-"

Buggy is having none of that. He is still the same Jester they had beaten the snot out if three weeks ago. His internal krgans and scent glands don't need to change anything. ((Though he is enjoying the whole not getting beat up thing, maybe keep that up please-???))

All three are kind of dumb and suck at communicating so it ends up being a bit of a hot mess. The main point if contention is Buggy thinking they're warming up to him because he's an Omega.

It's not that. Not really.

They just found Buggy going apeshit on that one Alpha bastard to be absolutely bewitching and have since realized he has been holding back on some level. Buggy in that fight was ruthless, efficient, and while it was fueled by hormones and a base instinct to protect and nurture, it was executed with skill, control and power. There is potential in that, in him. His fighting style would never be an all out brawl. But Buggy is sharp, witty, creative and could do some serious damage if he had the confidence and will to back it up. They don't care WHAT is happening in his abdomen. They're attracted to power, charisma, and apparently red nosed blue haired clowns who will not hesitate to beat a man with another man's severed arm. They were surprised too.

Shanks is both delighted that Buggy has suitors and is livid that Buggy has suitors. It's not even apossessove thing (maybe a little), it's that THAT IS HIS PACKMATE and they were RAISED TOGETHER and that's HIS BUGGY and NOBODY IS GOOD ENOUGH except maybe Mihawk BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW CROCODILE WELL ENOUGH TO MAKE AN OPINION SO THAT'S ILLEGAL.

He then cries when Buggy, upon being told this, deadpans, "Shanks, I'm a pirate. Breaking laws is kinda in the job description."

He is Suffering.

Buggy is actually doing pretty swell, being courted by two surprisingly good Alphas.

Ray and Crocus meanwhile both perk up on opposit sides of Paradise like I feel the sudden need to check on the blue one...

Anyway yeah that just seems funny and silly and am half asleep so I'll stop now but ily byeee~ 🍬🍬

Hello No-Sexual Omegaverse Anon!

Heats like periods, that would makes sense to have it like that (I hate the back pain, why is it there!?) Ooooo I really like your idea of the Omegaverse, I wish to see it more in stories and Buggy on having polycystic ovarian syndrome or endometriosis. Got to look that stuff up and indeed YIKES! Really poor Buggy, getting the short end of the stick there. At least he has great friends that he has surrounded himself with.

We stand for Buggy’s megaflaws (we ain’t here to fix him, we are here to watch him be the silly guy that he is) and of course, Buggy does NOT stand for sexism and misogyny because why does it matter if you are male, female, or inbetween. I love the idea that Buggy Pirates are one of the most diverse crews on the high seas because HELL FUCKING YEAH!!! Damn right on valuing what you bring, and not what you are. That makes sense in any workforce. If can get the job done, why does it matter about your gender/sex/sexualitly? Actaully my plan for some Buggy Pirates OCs have a diverse cast of race/gender/sexuality/etc… because A). diversy is the bomb and makes the most realstilc sense and B).Everyone being the same is. Fucking. BORING!

I love the fact that Buggy and his crew Hides in Plain Sight, this rings true in canon too… I beileve, because Buggy was always there in East Blue for anyone could put two-and-two together that Buggy was apart of Roger Pirates if anyone actaully looked. But barely anyone did because of how open Buggy is being the Flashy Fool, I mean how Buggy brags about his achivements, people would think that Buggy would brag that he was apart of the Roger Pirates. But he never did, so that’s a baseless rumor (that turned out to be true)

Ooooooo, having Impel Down infirmary workers knowing that he is a Omega might have a problem in the future… or not. It depends on who the infirmary workers are as people. Love how Luffy doesn’t care that Buggy is a Omega, just some moron clown that he kicked in the crotch in Orange town, and now onto “The cute Omega bestie I had when I was tyke” Does that mean Luffy and Buggy met before Orange Town? Albeit prending to be someone else, so when they met at Orange Town it took Luffy sometime to put two-n-two together?

Heehee, not Crocodile and Mihawk thinking that they have to act like everyone else. I mean, they should way nicer to him (indeed Buggy would really like not getting his ass beaten up), but like if they do that, it would shock the fuck out of too many people. News Coo getting this and making some drama brew. Everyone sees this, the strawhats, the red-hair pirates, and just the world in general. Chaos insues

Ahhh, don’t we all love some old men being stupid and unable to communicate with a least a speck of commone sense. It boils into a hot mess, with people crying… cough Buggy cough Poor Buggy thinking they are only warming up to him because he probably thinks they feel bad for beating the shit out of a omega when in fact it’s because he decided to beat the shit out of a disgusting alpha who was being creepy and yucky. As well as knowing that the clown has been holding back his strength and power for some reason.

I love the headcanon that Buggy can fight ruthless and efficient. Buggy ain't one for a full on brawl because he uses things in his surroundings to his advantage. Bro will use whatever, a chair leg, a metal pipe, the heel of a shoe, etc… because people fighting him are probably not fighting fair and square. Love him using his mind and creativity to win a fight. He was trained by the Roger Pirates, Buggy definitely has potential, all he needs is some more confidence and weapons to back him up.

Damn right it's nothing about what's in his abdomen. It's all about seeing the clown beating a man with another man's arm! (Love that for Buggy)

Brooo, Shanks being delighted and livid that Buggy has suitors trying to court him is so fucking funny. Because what you say is just want, I think Shanks would think, your Shanks is spot on to me. I love how Shanks is a crybaby much like Buggy, it’s just different reasons for why they cry. Love that Shanks is suffering, when Buggy just deadpans and states the obvious.

Heehee not Rayleigh and Crocus feeling like they need to check on Buggy, their parental sense is finally kicking in after years they should of have their parental sense running wild. Not the reason is because of Buggy is getting courted, like 😂🤣😂

[its-gettin-weird]

“There’s only one thing I desire right now. Peace for that mother and her child for the rest of their lives!”

Ok so I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, where all the people who possess / have possessed witch factors in Re:Zero are magical girls (+ magical boys? Just gonna call them all ‘magi’ to make it easier), because the witch factors parallel the most with becoming a magical girl in pmmm for me. I’m also gonna include Emilia and Subaru as magis, because Subaru’s Return by death may also be an authority and to explain his time traveling (also for the obvious Homura x Madoka parallel). This idea came to me when I found Iqian35’s post on reddit Birth of Authority from Wish, where they say “My motivation for this series primarily stems from the 2018 Q&A on Echidna's Book of Wisdom, where Tappei said " the authority itself has a tendency to reflect the cravings of the holder of the witch gene". So l thought, why not look into each and every one of the Witch Factor holders and see how their personalities and wishes are reflected in their authorities?” and reading it reminded me so damn much about pmmm’s magical girl system that I was inspired to design magis + witches for the series! I might even turn this into a fully fledged au!

Now I wanna talk a little bit about my thoughts behind Geuse’s magi design and what his powers + wish would be. I designed him with the intention of looking like a templar knight like from the crusades. What with the witch cult’s parallels to Christianity / Catholicism as well as in Geuse’s design itself, I thought it would be fitting. I also made him a kind of knight because I wanted it to call back to Sayaka in a way, considering the similarities behind their motives of wanting to help those they love / wanting to protect people / sacrificing their souls, ect. (these two are so similar to me I could make a whole ass venn diagram). Iqian35 made the observation that his ��wish’ would probably be a wish of love + his goal in life was to protect Emilia and Fortuna and to live for love, so that’s probably what his wish that would make him a magi would be, specifically to have the power to be able to protect Emilia and Fortuna. This would make his magical power manifest as the unseen hands, like in the show proper. I gave him a mace as his weapon because it was used in the time period of the crusades and because it’s a bludgeoning weapon meant to break armor, which I think fits well with his fighting style and the strength of the unseen hands. He’d still be able to use earth magic as a magi, as well as possessing bodies / having his fingers as long as his soul gem is intact. Because he’s an earth spirit I made his sg yellow / gold, yellow being the color for earth spirits / earth magic in re zero, and made it a prevalent color in his outfit. Red is a frequent color in his outfit too because the star Betelgeuse is a red giant and it’s used in his og design.

That’s all the input I have to give for now, sorry for the wall of text lol :) more designs are on the way but it may be a minute because I have college and other stuff to worry about, but I will get them done eventually don’t you worry! The brainrot is far too strong lol XD I have too many ideas for this possible au / crossover!

TLDR, I made Madoka Magica x Re:Zero crossover designs, and this is the first one.

[arcadekitten]

The Lambchop World is so fascinating and cool… but I’d like to know more about it as well! What’s the economy like there? Do people still have jobs, buy and sell stuff like supplies, clothing, food, etc… just like they do in Stella’s town?

(Also, speaking of which.., is everyone’s wardrobe that emo/gothic? Did Lambchop force it to be? Because I love Stella but those clothes are REALLY not her style! I really hope that Lambchop didn’t force her into wearing them… that’s leaning a bit too much into “toxic relationship power imbalance” for me)

What’s the general attitude of the population? Are they all violent, bloodthirsty and prickly besides Stella or do some of them retain their normal personalities? Do they lean in more towards their “animalistic” side (like Ruuuby eating Buck) or do they still eat normal food? …WHERE would they get normal food? Is it all meat and cannibalism??

Also, assuming that Lambchop goes after the whole WORLD instead of just a small village like Stella did… is death common there? Or does Lambchop resurrect them to “have some more fun” on his planet? Are his powers that of a normal Star witch as well? I’m so curious if it is!

And finally… what are Stella and Lambchop’s roles and relationship on this planet? Lambchop seems to live just like a common “resident” of that planet… getting into riots, street fights, etc. What does Stella do though? Is she just Lambchop’s personal nurse who takes care of him after he gets into fights or something?

This seems to be an anarchic world, so I doubt that their’ll be a government or any form of legal system there.., but I am curious if there is some sort of “gang hierarchy” on this place, like the most respected fighters are the rulers of certain territories and clans or something. It’ll make sense for his world, and I wonder if he’s in the “top hierarchy” or something like that, considering that he literally CREATED the world lol. Do the other residents have respect or are intimidated by him? What do they think of Stella?

P.S: Kinda a dumb question but are Stella and Lambchop in a relationship in this AU? Do they date and have a house (or a joint living area maybe) and live together or something? How do they treat each other? I like to think that Lambchop treats Stella…well, like allowing her a small garden to plant some flowers and have a semblance of normalcy in their home. Kind of like how Stella bloodied up her village for Lambchop, but much less drastic.

And for the million-dollar question: What on EARTH are the other Star Witches when Stella needs them??? Did they abandon her or something?

These are A LOT of questions, I’ll admit… Im rly sorry if this is too much :( But I’m just so curious about this world; the idea is absolutely fascinating to me!! Thank u sm for reading all this!! :D

oh this will be fun!! *cracks knuckles for the second time* I'll try to answer best I can!

-The economy is a bit strange. I think some people still kinda have jobs and make money, but money alone is probably not valued as much as "substances" or "favors" (Ex: "Get that fucker out of my bar and you'll get free drinks for the whole night" )

-Everyone's wardrobe is pretty emo-gothic, but I wouldn't describe it as a "Lambchop forced it to be" situation so much as. In the vision of Lambchop's perfect world this is just how society dresses. And so Stella dressing like this is more of a societally pressured thing. For one, there's probably not other clothing options. And if there is, dressing in a way that strays from the norm would be like affixing a giant target to her back--everyone would be trying to start shit with her. It's safer to blend in so people don't think you're soft.

-Most everyone is pretty prickly. And if they are "nice", it's a kind of niceness that incorporates violence into the mix--otherwise you'd be down for the count. Everyone's probably on "high defense mode" all the time and is just waiting for you to be the one that growls first.

-Most food is probably meat based. I don't imagine that everyone is just eating whoever they slaughter on the street (though some might) but rather there's some mysterious "meat processing" plants. Where's the meat come from? Don't spoil it by asking questions.

-I don't think Lambchop has any sort of special/magic powers that set him aside from everyone else. I think it's less of a "Lambchop controlling the world to be this way" and more of "The world itself shaping itself around his desires." Death is pretty common, though I hadn't considered the possibility of people coming back in this version too...interesting to think about.

-I think the possibility of some gang hierarchies exist, but I hadn't put too much thought into it. I do think some people might be more well-known either for being really good fighters and/or for starting trouble a lot. I feel like Lambchop wouldn't be the most well-known but might have a bit of a rep for being able to take people down.

-Combining some of your Stella questions into one, Stella's relationship with the planet is pretty...fraught. I think she's still got magic powers but they're nowhere near the the level of skill she's got in Sweet No Death. At most she can perform small magic, making things grow, levitating some smaller objects, etc. I feel like Stella's status as a star witch is vague even to herself--like maybe she got amnesia upon landing here, but she knows that things could surely be better than this... Stella tries to help people and sometimes they accept it and sometimes they don't, but when they do allow her to help she feels good inside and it helps restore a bit of her hope in the world.

I like to imagine that maybe Lambchop and Stella found each other when Stella was attempting to "fix" things instead of breaking them like everyone else, and Lambchop was a bit captivated by how different she was from everyone else. Stella would in turn see him as different from everyone else--less prickly, more smiley, and likes her company.

I think Lambchop and Stella are dating. They live in some dank, decrepit apartment building which probably isn't even owned by anyone anymore and they might be the only people in it. Stella's got something of a greenhouse on the balcony where she grows as many little plants as she can keep alive and can enjoy the feeling of fresh air for once.

Despite the general violence of the city and Lambchop preferring things this way, he and Stella have a pretty lovey relationship. They sleep in the same bed all cuddled up next to each other every night. If Stella is having a bad mental day (can't handle the stress of everything, being worried something really bad will happen to Lambchop if he goes out, etc) Lambchop will stay home with her and they'll spend the day snuggling and kissing and maybe working in her greenhouse. When Stella goes out Lambchop usually tries to be beside her. She's able to defend herself but he knows she doesn't *like* having to do that, so he doesn't mind being her bodyguard for anyone who would want to pick a fight with her. Sometimes they even try to go on dates outside despite how crazy everything is. When Lambchop gets into fights Stella bandages all his wounds when he gets hurt. She hates seeing him hurt but she loves seeing his smile as he recounts to her how he won. I think she uses whatever magic she has to help expedite his healing process.

-As for Star Witches, the thing about Star Witches is like...they are catty and judgemental but if you are another Star Witch they will not help you improve unless it benefits them in some way. They will come into your house and might adjust a crooked picture frame on the wall, but they won't clean up your kitchen or tidy up your living room or do your yard work for you. If they were to see a world like this they would not help it try to get better because it is not their monkeys, not their circus.

[a-flaming-idiot]

So this list (https://www.tumblr.com/a-flaming-idiot/741801196532137984/types-of-lilanette-dynamics-i-find-funny-1-lila) was very entertaining but I am legit super curious how do you think number 5 would work?

Like on a wider heroes of Paris level, I mean. How did Lila get the Fox, is she actually a hero, would Mari put two and two together regarding Volpina & Lila ETC.

Ok, to be honest, when I made that list I just thought it was a funny concept to have Marinette and Lila get a certain dynamic. Like a sorta funny love square where Marinette is doing her best to be nice to Lila and help her but finds Volpina UNBELIEVABLY annoying and outright hates her. If not is a tiny bit scared of her.

But your ask has actually gotten my creative mind going and creating a kinda cool AU idea.

So let's call this, The Lone Fox AU, just for convenience. So basically, in this AU, at least for a while, Lila as Volpina is the only hero in Paris. For some reason, Fu wasn't able to give Marinette and Adrien their Miraculous. Or never even found them in the first place. But Lila found him.

Basically Lila had seen Fu actually fall, likely while trying to rush back to his home, and dropped the Fox Miraculous in his panic. Lila thought it was just some cool jewelry and decided to pocket it instead of giving it back. It was only when she got home and put it on, that she met Trixx and discovered the power she had just stolen. Lila soon decided to basically go on a joyride, using her new power as Volpina to just do whatever she wanted around Paris. She didn't really hurt anyone, she wasn't a villain, but she did take advantage of her power to torment people for fun and take anything she wanted(mostly just random stuff like food and trinkets. She left valuable alone for the most part). Though at her core, she is just after the attention. Lila has always been craving attention.

But then Hawk Moth went and ruined it. Seeing a clear sign the Miraculous were in play around Paris, he started sending out his akumas, trying to further lure out the Cat and Ladybug holders that were surely hiding from him. He may have even tried to recruit Lila, but this whole, take-over Paris thing was not Lila's style, she just wanted to have her fun without anyone to tie her down. Plus she has the sense Hawk Moth will likely abandon her at the first chance he gets, like all adults eventually do to her.

When the akumatized villains start actually attacking Paris, doing real tangible damage to the city, Lila ends up intervening. She doesn't want her freedom and source of attention taken away from her so she starts fighting the akumas. She doesn't have the Ladybug or Black Cat power, but she learns to be crafty, learning to destroy the akumatized items with the help of Trixx, and how to actually destroy the butterflies when she doesn't have the ability to purify them.

The public definitely has mixed feelings on Volpina. She's fighting to protect them against the much more dangerous and destructive akumas, but they also know well the amount of tomfoolery and trouble she caused when left to her own devices. Which is why she's marked a sa vigilante instead of a straight hero or villain. This is definitely where Marinette picked up her distaste for Volpina, the fox taking plenty of baked goods from her family's bakery while on her joyrides.

As time goes on, things get even more complicated. Akumas become stronger and Lila's usual tricks aren't getting her as far. And this whole time since having to fight these akumas she's had a whole ton of time to think about her place in Paris. She went on her joyrides because she felt alone and unseen. Her father left her soon after she was born and her mother is so lost in work she's basically forever left Lila alone to fend for herself. Not to mention Lila has moved so many times she's never had the chance to set down her roots. So all her lying and her Volpina joyrides are just an attempt to take back the attention she was denied her whole life.

And now, as a hero, she's starting to catch on to the other things that are important to her. She likes actually being helpful and the gratitude people show her for doing heroic things. But she also hates the fear and disdain many others show her. Rightfully deserved. Lila doesn't want to be feared or hated. She just wants to be known...

Feeling in over her head with recent akumas and actually remorseful for her actions, Lila goes to the only person she can think to, Master Fu. With Trixx's help, she tracks down Fu at his shop as just simple Lila. Fu is confused till she explains who she is and starts actually begging for forgiveness. No lies. No deceptions. No half-truths. Just Lila asking for help.

Fu takes pity on her, but is also able to sense the spark of a hero's spirit within her. So he cuts her a deal. He'll help her as much as he can, but as soon as Hawk Moth is defeated, Lila will give back the Fox Miraculous and never go near the Miraculous ever again. And if he catches any funny business from her, Fu will take the Fox Miraculous back himself.

Lila's hesitant for a second, but agrees. So now she has Fu to guide her. But Master Fu also gives her one more recommendation on how to beat Hawk Moth, a partner...

So Lila finds the one girl she can trust. A girl she's both cherished as a civilian and needlessly tormented as a vigilante. She sneaks into Marinette's room and leaves her a little box with a note just asking for help. So now Volpina is joined by Multimouse!

Of course, Marinette is hesitant to help and makes her dislike for Volpina known. But agrees to be her partner to save Paris and maybe kick Volpina in the butt some more.

And with one more good influence, they probably do expand their team a bit more to fight Hawk Moth. But for the most part, it's just Volpina and Multimouse.

The whole time Volpina has been having her character arc, you can imagine civilian Lila still causing problems at school. Maybe not as bad as in canon, but she still lies and does whatever she wants to get attention. With Marinette hanging around in her shadow, being basically the only person Lila would properly consider a friend. Marinette does like Lila as a person sincerely, but also wants to keep her on the right track. And Lila takes notice. Meanwhile as Volpina, she likes to torment Marinette a bit. It's mostly flirty and she has no ill will or bad intent, she is just trying to have fun but Marinette does not appreciate having this vigilante bothering her and her family. But Lila does let up slowly as she starts to reevaluate her priorities.

But yeah. That's the rough outline for the Lone Fox AU. This was not even close to my intended idea when I first made that list, but now we got it. Thanks for the inspiration and hope you liked it!.