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[sirfrogsworth]

So, when one puts those little quotation thingies around words, it gives the impression that the person actually said those words.

Peter did not say this.

At all.

He was on a podcast with Marc Maron and was specifically talking about the Snow White movie.

"Literally no offense to anyone, but I was a little taken aback when they were very proud to cast a Latina actress as Snow White, but you're still telling the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Take a step back and look at what you're doing there. It makes no sense to me. You're progressive in one way, but then you're still making that fucking backwards story about seven dwarfs living in a cave together. What the fuck are you doing, man? Have I done nothing to advance the cause from my soap box? I guess I'm not loud enough. I don't know which studio that is, but they were so proud of it. All love and respect to the actress and all the people who thought they were doing the right thing. But I'm just like, what are you doing?"

When I read that, I did not get the impression that he does not want little people cast in fantasy roles. To me, it seems like his issue is the outdated stereotypes of the dwarfs in the Snow White story. He was at odds with the characterization and also the hypocrisy of progressive casting while maintaining harmful stereotypes for another marginalized group.

I think Snow White in particular has a lot of baggage attached for little people. For many folks, it is their only exposure to little people. This is probably something little people have to deal with all of their lives. When they are bullied, I imagine this story is often used to insult them.

Juxtopose that with the fully fleshed out dwarf characters in Lord of the Rings. They have their own personalities and backstories and motivations.

I mean, there was even a hot one.

If I were to extrapolate what Peter means...

It would be nice if little people were cast in real roles that are more substantive than jokey stereotypes.

I don't think he had any intention of implying fantasy roles were off limits. I think playing Trumpkin in a classic CS Lewis story is a lot different than the seven dwarfs from Snow White.

I get there is frustration about this sentiment. Some little people can only get cast in those types of roles. And they don't want to lose out on the work. For some that may be their livelihood.

But there has to be some middle ground where we progress and give better representation without harming those actors' ability to pay the bills.

[lllivia]

Dating Lottie Matthews

warnings: precrash!Lottie, fluff, nsfw (under cut), sub!top!Lottie

❃ you meet Lottie at a party after you notice her smoking alone on a balcony "what kinda girl stands all alone at a houseparty?"

❃ she furrows her eyebrow and looks down at you smiling. "I guess I just couldn't handle all of the sweaty drunk people inside"

❃ you spend the rest of your night together just talking about everything I guess. It was almost like you'd known eachother forever.

❃ writing your number on the back of her hand you say goodbye at the end of the night - her adorable face pouting when she realizes you actually have to part ways (she could talk to you for days on end).

❃ she has to refrain from calling you as soon as she wakes up the next morning, it was lonely living in such a big mansion - basically by herself at that.

❃ trying to be cool about it she goes to wait a few hours before reaching out. And being the clumsy girl that she is, she doesn't think about the ink on her arm before stepping into her shower and accidentally scrubbing it off.

❃ Her expression when she realizes what she had just done turning into pure horror and despair - what the fuck was she supposed to do now?? In all of the hours of chatting she never even managed to catch your name.

❃ you don't meet again until a couple months later at another party. Lottie spots you as she walks in with some of the yellowjackets team, her eyes immediately going wide before she rushes over to where you're sitting on a couch just looking around at the other partygoers.

❃ "it's you!" the smile on her face is as wide as it's ever been but she tries containing some of the excitement as to not scare you off.

❃ Little does she know you're just as excited to see her. "what happened to calling me?" You tease slightly.

❃ well she finally called you the next day. And she kept calling every night after that - spending hours talking to you as she twirled her hair and kicked her feet in the air.

❃ God she could already feel a huge crush developing, and it only continued to worsen the more you hung out. Cute picnics in the park, dinner "dates" (where she ALWAYS insisted on paying - going as far as getting slightly heated if you argued) and dancing in hidden jazz clubs were all things that started being a regular for your weekend.

❃ you were actually the one to kiss her when it finally happened. It was one of your usual friday nights in her huge mansion and you were sitting at her dining table after she had insisted that she wanted to cook you dinner.

❃ you get caught up in the moment, Lottie twirling around and singing to herself (and you) while she stirred the tomato soup was an intoxicating sight - so no one could really blame you when you suddenly stood up on your tippytoes to softly lay a kiss on her lips.

❃ she had never reacted to something as quickly in her life, her arms immediately wrapping firmly around your waist as she kissed you back with passion and pure need.

❃ at that moment she decided you were the best thing in her life - and she intended to keep it that way until she was old and grey.

❃ the next party you go to together, but you try not to be too obvious because you never know who you can trust. Welllll - scratch that, because you get caught by Jackie making out in a bedroom.

❃ she slowly starts introducing you as her girlfriend to the girls on the team - puffing her chest out with proudness when Van says you seem perfect together.

❃ staying over at her place everytime she feels the weight of her parents not being present, or when the shame of her meds start going to her head making her paranoid and insecure. But you always reassure her that you would stay with her through it all - the good and the bad.

❃ her favorite thing ever is the moments you spend alone together, specifically late nights where you lay in her bed together and just talk like you did the first night you met while some insignificant 80s romcom plays in the background.

❃ her new winning signature when the yellowjackets win becoming secretly winking at you - making all the guys (and girls) think that she wants them, even though she would only ever look at you. Also stealing an extra heated kiss before every game for "good luck".

❃ treats you like a queen and does anything to keep a smile on your face (she literally buys you a weekend trip to Paris for your 6 month anniversary.. So yeah, she's that extra).

— nsfw —

❃ a week after your first kiss she wakes up sweating and panting from an intense wet dream. It was insane that you could basically reduce her to a 12 year old hormone driven boy.

❃ she can't sleep after that, just lazily rubbing her cunt while she looks at a polaroid she took of you. Oof, that dream was something else.

❃ the next day she's slightly ashamed to look you in the eye when you meet up, because she can't stop thinking about the dream (your naked body spread open under her while you're begging for her touch..).

❃ you end up asking her if she's alright when she won't stop staring and fidgeting. Her adorable ass immediately telling you what she was thinking about - desperately asking for your forgiveness like she'd committed some kind of horrible crime.

❃ you can't help but giggle right in her face, how could she be so cute and dumb at the same time? Anyways, after the giggles die down you lose some of your confidence and turn more shy. "We can.. Yk, reenact the dream or whatever.. if you'd like"

❃ the way her jaw drops onto the floor is hilarious - well you don't have to ask her twice. She immediately gets to work peeling your (and her) clothes off.

❃ the experience was about 1000 times better than her dream. The way you pleaded and rode her fingers could make her shiver just thinking back at the moment even months later.

❃ she can get pretty desperate sometimes. Occasionally when you're busy doing something - like homework (working on becoming an academic weapon) she would basically come crawling up to you just begging for you to give in. "Please y/n, just let me eat you out... You can even continue doing homework at the same time!" ...Safe to say your journey towards being a grade A student was hard when Lottie's alluring presence kept distracting you.

❃ certified fucking munch, that's all I have to say. Ask her to go down on you and she's jumping for joy - practically doing backflips and salivating.

❃ lowkey has a worshiping kink. She loves treating you like a goddess (we all know where she has that from) while she licks every crevice of your body. She's a goddamn freak.

❃ getting caught once by Shauna while Lottie's riding your face. Safe to say you got your own entry in her journal (she's literally traumatized... But also lowkey curious).

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a/n: Ahhh someone already requested a part 2 for the Nat headcanons - so lmk here too if y'all want more of Lottie 🙏

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[darqx]

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❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

After doodling the first image that hug body slam meme immediately came to mind and i couldn't help myself 😂

Thanks very much I'm glad you are enjoying my art and characs! :D

To put the answer simply, Rire used to work for the prior King as a Collector (of souls) and he was that King's only Collector and so got the brunt of his ire for any related, perceived fault. Aside from that personal connection Rire also really disliked him because he viewed the prior king as a useless glutton who failed at ruling a sector (conditions were tanking/had tanked for ages), and which the Royal powers were wasted on.

Almost all of his sunglasses are actually normal human sunglasses, he can just see better than a human can 😎

Anything can be a kink, anon :d

Boring victims are often exceptionally weak-willed victims so that's something in particular he dislikes.

Yes he can play the piano and violin, and horseback ride and ballroom dance etc. Put it this way he has a lot of particular small skills that he picked up during his Earth visits so he could hide in plain sight with the upper echelons XD

Not like how a snake or cat hisses which is what I'm assuming you're implying XDDD He can't bite off a limb (his mouth ain't that big) but his teeth are very sharp so he can feasibly take a chunk out of someone or like, completely bite off something smaller (finger, ear...)

I havent added to it in a while (since I dont often find songs I like enough to actually download lol) but this is my current playlist for him in no particular order:

Anon, the fact you capitalised "Aliens" made me think of Xenomorphs and I had to immediately stop thinking 🤣

On a side note, I can't actually tell you either way because he hasn't encountered an alien (that isn't a demon or a human) lol. He'd probably initially treat an alien much like he would treat a common demon, if they are obviously not human, and then if he realises they are also not quite a demon this could peak his interest.

Pointing you in this direction because regardless of the canon answer this proves he could look good in one LMAO

Sorry to burst your bubble but no :d Though I suppose he could simulate the effect by reverting parts of them to their "liquid" state 🤔 DO WITH THAT INFO WHAT YOU WILL.

It is theoretically similar to a human's.

If you can remember his age then that is how old he is :d I'm not really like other creators who give their characs a definitive "birthday" down to the year, mainly because I don't often have set "time periods" in my stories lol.

His birth date falls somewhere between late October - late November though.

In the context of BTD; they just don't like each other XD Well I can't actually speak for Cain, but Rire not liking Cain is partly a riff on general angel/demon rivalry dynamics, and partly because Rire would see Cain as more of a threat since canonically Cain is way more OP than him.

Most of the time when i draw them Cain is also actively getting in Rire's space whilst Rire is actively trying to avoid him, so there's also that XD

It...depends. On which aspect of "ownership" you're implying. For those that he has deals with, he'd calculate what exactly the value of the deal lost would be and in this situation he'd likely write them off as Cain would be more annoying to handle then they'd be worth (he can always make more deals).

If someone was specifically marked by Rire, that's a different level of possessiveness and he'd actually try cos like

Hey guys some offence but why are some of you sending me asks formatted as if i were ChatGPT

Is there one for like, personal ambition or cunning or something cos I don't think he'd be any of those listed lol.

Rire doesn't have a mobile phone and he doesn't need one because he has a demon power that basically CCTVs all his citizens to himself. And really, if he wants to find you he'll find you.

He's somewhere in the middle of that scale through the sheer fact that he's been around long enough to see technology change and would've kept up with how to use things to blend in better, but also doesn't need to use the electronics to the point that he'd need to be an expert at it.

Is this cos Gato is Canadian cos I don't remember a country location being specified when we did it? |D Personally I figured most of the settings were in the US since the US has the most documented serial killers

Also sos no i dont anon, you'll need to either ask Gato or EP or dig through any of their lore posts they might have left.

Think kind of like Rire (he did learn a lot from her after all), but with a more Elizabethan era socialite vibe. Possibly a black widow but we dont have any proof about that.

Has/had a p good relationship. I use both terms because I still never decided whether she was currently dead or not lol.

Lol a misconception but Rire doesn't actually perceive humans as trash XD Trash suggests that he hates them and they wouldn't be worth regarding at all, whereas Rire usually finds them more like...novelties. Or like whatever that feeling that is associated with viewing ant farms or animals performing tricks is. Rire's mother would view them as more like working animals or livestock.

[asparagus-antics]

There is like NOTHING for conquest 😭 nsfw alphabet for my favorite old man? Or just any crumbs in general I'll take it

NSFW Alphabet - Conquest

Here are the headcannons for my old man! I love him so much. Sorry if these are choppy or seem rushed, I really need to get back into my groove, man😭 I had a hard time writing these. I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible, since I wasn't sure if you wanted a specific gender! Also, to give myself a little more of a direction to go in, this is Conquest x human reader. Enjoy!

Not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors and or spelling mistakes!

18+, minors do not interact, please! - you are responsible for your own content consumption, the media below the cut will contain nsfw themes and explicit description of sex.

Aftercare - what they're like after

Conquest might not be too adapted to how soft humans are in comparison to viltrumites, so he might need some time adjusting—a gentle nudge in the right direction from time to time. Overall, he's generally like a huge cat. If this man could purr, he would; in fact, he can manage a hum so low it actually does really sound like one! He's a cuddler. Big, rough hands grab you as soon as he's down on the bed next to you, pulling you close and inhaling your scent like like the faint smell of your sweat is the most heavenly thing to him. He's scared he might hurt your body, so little compared to him even if you are tall for the average human, but the urge to pull you close and smother you in his big arms is something akin to cuteness agression. If you ask, he'll fetch you water or a snack, maybe a heating pad or an exrta blanket. Over time, though, he'll get used to what you usually desire after a few rounds, and after cleaning you up, he'll get them without a specific request needed.

Body part - whats their favourite body part? Theirs and yours

It might sound cliche, but if you were to ask him what his favourite part of you was, he would jump at the opportunity to say everything. The soft skin he can nuzzle his face into, the limbs that try to tangle themselves around him in a hug or the hands that scratch at his skin when he's so focused on your pleasure that he gets lost in it all. Your favourite part of him would probably be your hands, though. How gently they can handle him even when there really is no need. How soft they feel all over him and how you love to hold his big, calloused palm in yours. It grounds him, calms him down when needed, and he'd die a happy man if your hands were on him while he went. His favourite part of his body? His arms. How such muscular, big sources of power that have blown through civilisations could now cradle you so gently. How easily he could pick you up and carry you where you needed to go or throwing you up into the air like a little child to hear you laugh.

Cum - anything to so with cum, really

His loads? Huge. Downright terrifying because where has this poor man been storing all of this? He prefers to come inside, liking the sense of intimacy it brings him, the idea that some piece of him will be with you at all times for a few days at least. He definitely had a breeding kink that just goes wild at the sight of you on his dick. If it's not inside you, he'll cum all over your stomach, your face if you let him. He loves seeing you streaked in something so innately his, marked by the evidence of what you do to him. If it comes time to clean up the mess, he'll lick it all up himself without a single complaint to be heard. You don't prompt him to, you're just laying there, still coming down and catching your breath when you feel that hot tongue strace over the lines painted on your stomach, up to your chest and neck.

Dirty secret - whats a dirty secret of theirs?

Secrets? Not this mans thing. He'll blurt out anything that comes to mind no matter how vulgar it is. Honestly, it gets you blushing and embarrassed most of the time because it just comes out of nowhere! He doesn't even try to make it sensual. It's just him still getting used to the fact that humans aren't as direct. It's just a remark here and there, in the middle of you and him minding your own business, cuddling, or anything that might be happening.

Experience - how experienced are they? Do they know what their doing?

Conquest has gathered lots of experience over his.. what? Five thousand years of life? He's not ever really had a partner, or maybe has, but had never really been in love—hence his lonliness. Despite that, his experiences are plenty. Tons of hookups over the years from planets he's conquered (I mean, who could resist him? Even if he's murdering their people with a smile on his face? I couldn't.). Maybe one or two other viltrumites in his earlier years, but none in the later ones, since not many are even willing or daring to get close. He knows exactly what you need, even if he unintentionally handles you a bit rougher sometimes. He's attentive and more than eager to please you. There's never a one to one ratio on orgasms, which 100% of the time works out in your favour, even if unintentional. He just loves to have his hands on you, and he gets plenty carried away sometimes.

Favourite position - self explanitory

It depends on the sex. In his desperate, rough days, he enjoys doggy a lot. It gives him plenty of curves to grab, limbs to restrain and skin to lick and bite. It allows him to reach deep, to be able to push and pull you away, and to him, it lets him move your body to a way that feels good for the both of you. On his gentle days, when he really wants to savour the moment, he prefers missionary, maybe something with you on top. In these positions, he can really admire you, watch you move and react to all the sensations he's making you feel, and be able to press his skin to yours. He enjoys the contact and intimacy of it, revels in the way you cling to him, and move against him. Your pleasure is his, and it only heightens his excitement to know and feel that you're having a great time. He lives for it. If he could see it all day every day for the rest of his life, he would.

Goofy - are they more goofy or serious in the moment? Do they make jokes?

Jokes, maybe, but he's mostly more serious during. He wants to be focused on you and your pleasure, as well as his. His intensity usually doesn't leave a lot of room for cracking jokes. On the other hand, he is a huge tease. Some days (the rougher ones), he's relentless, taunting and teasing non-stop, driving you mad with touches without getting you anywhere. He'll sneer when you whine and beg, making remarks about the fact that you have to be patient for him, taunting you for being so desperate, all the while not letting up on any of the shit he's pulling.

Hair - how are they groomed? Do the carpets match the drapes?

It's all grey. Everywhere. Obviously. He's got a nice amount of chest hair that matches the remaining ones on his head and his moustache. His forearms have a nice coating, too, that looks absolutely amazing when he rolls his sleeves up. The muscles with a dusting of grey body hair absolutely gives him some sort of greek god look that he really pulls off. The hair on his chest conects a trail down his softer stomach to his pubes, which are very much there, but he keeps them trimmed nicely. He's definitely not shaven, but he's neat and tidy. It honestly looks nice, framing him just right.

Intimacy - how intimate are they in the moment?

There's always a sense of intimacy with him, rough or gentle. Either in way he looks at you, caressing over the planes of your skin softly or the ragged breaths in your ear as he lays himself over your back, his face over your shoulder as he grunts out praises to your fucked out body, his firm hands keeping you in place and his pace showing absolutely zero signs of faltering or stopping any time soon, no matter the rounds you've already gone. His hands are so big, either very capable of grabbing at each and every part of your flesh, groaning about how good you're doing and how nice you feel around him, or how they cradle your body as he moves so slowly, cherishing you like his most prised posession, looking you deep in the eye as he commits the sight of you right to his memories, to keep this piece of you with him always.

Jack off - anything to do with masturbation

That piece of you leads him right to here, preserved for when needed, for the occasions where one of you is away. He doesn't really enjoy masturbation as much, since he rarely sees need to if he can't spill anything into you or feel your warm, soft touch or the scratches along his arms, sides and back whike he's so engrossed in the pleasure of it all. It just doesn't feel as good; his hands could never recreate the feeling of yiu around him or your hands caressing him, your mouth moving over and around him till he's all happy and sated. If he really is that messed up over the fact he can't have you, and he really can't stop thinking about it, he'll frustratedly take himself in hand and just force everything out of him over the span of fifteen minutes to an hour, depending on how desprate he is.

Kink - a kink of theirs. What are they into?

He has a huge breeding kink. Huge. Most viltrumites don't need or desire sex outside of breeding urges. They don't see the need to look for a partner who will only slow them down or make them soft outside of missions. If they do have one, though, it's on. Conwuest would do anything to keep you stuffed full of him all the time. Whether it is indeed for breeding perpouses or judt the thought of you being so full of him, he wants you to drip it when he's done with you, so to speak. Because he will indeed not let you drip it. If it's not quicky, he loves to stay buried inside you even after he's softened, letting you rest in a position that will allow it, keeping everything he's poured into you firmly there with no escape. It fills him with a sense of pride and duty, even if it is just for himself.

Location - what's their favourite place to get into it?

He mostly just prefers a bed, where he can take his sweet, sweet time with you and enjoy you thoroughly. Though, if we're being real, he would take you anywhere. In the kitchen, outside, on the floor, in the air.. the list goes way on. If it is indeed in a bed, he loves it because he can pound you silly into the soft surface, watching you bounce with the movements his heavy build is forcing on the mattress.

Motivation - what turns them on? Gets them going?

Everything. The way you walk? His dick is hard. Give him one wrong look? He'll absolutely pound the thoughts out of you. Caress his face just right? He wants to take care of you and make you cum till you go deaf and blind. He's just an absolute sucker for you, as serious about you as he ever has been and ever will be about another being. He wants you always, all the time, everywhere at once. He knows how to reign himself in of course, but when it comes time for that sweet release, he will ravenge you for just about anything that you do.

No - something they won't do / turn off.

Outside of the morally messed up shit, even if his morals are kind of messed up, absolutely nothing. Your wish is his command; this man is a freak and is proud to let you know it. You want to try something new? On it, boss. He's ready. From vanilla things to stuff that would make the devil break out a sweat, perhaps a little blush. He's all yours, opwn to experimenting snd switching things up. Positions? This man can bend you into whatever shape you want. You taking charge? Go right ahead. Even if proportions are off or you are nervous about things, he'll do his absolute best and try his hardest to make everything judt as enjoyable for you as he can. I mean, he'll enjoy it regardless.

Oral - preference in giving / receiving, skill, etc.

He doesn't mind receiving head, though with his size, it's hard for anyone to fully take him. Even half would be more than enough for the average person, so he doesn't really expect it or request it a lot. Giving, on the other hand? This man will slobber over you aaaalll day. Sucking, licking. Just nuzzling into you and nudging with his nose, he's got it. He's messy with it, but it's intense and pleasureful. He'll have you coming with his mouth plenty of times before you even get to the big event if you let him. He'll keep going till you try to tug him up or whine for him that it's too much. He loves overstimulating all your nerves till you beg him to go easier, to at least let you catch your breath. Sometimes, though, as much as he loves hearing you beg, it falls on deaf ears anyway. He blames it on his age. Yeah, right.

Pace - are they fast, slow, stamina, etc.

He varies, but boy when he switches it up from one to the other? Slow, deep, more grinding than anything turns to your hips being lifted off of whatever surface you were on an held up by him as he plummets your depths like a man on a mission. He can be relentless, so quick and hard you'll definitely not be walking straight if at all tomorrow, but at the same time, he can be so slow, sometimes barely moving yet still so intense it gets you where you want to go, less intense than usual, it's a slow and rolling sensation that lasts a while, something that you feel you'll never come down from, so opposite from the harsh, quick snap and bursts that usually take place, though even that varied in it's levels of intensity.

Quickie - their opinion on them, how often, etc

He definitely prefers to be able to take his time over anything else, so quickies aren't really his deal. When you do have them, though, they're usually in a fit of desperation. Maybe squeeze one in one last time before saying goodbye for something like a mission or trip that the other can't join on, maybe after an argument of any kind.

Risk - are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?

Conquest gives absolutely no fucks when it comes to risking a lot of things, even his life, as we've seen. It exitedls him, gives him a rush. Getting beat up with thr risk of very bad bodily injury? Bring it on. Toying with people to bring out the absolute worst in them and taunt them till they snap? Definitely his dead. Something he doesn't like to risk, though? Is you. Seeing you in any type of trouble or danger would send him mad, so he doesn't like to risk anything dangerous, even if you are the type of person who gets a thrill from it just like him. A place where you risk being seen is okay with him, of course, since there is something so exiting about that, but anything that crosses his line of danger is off limits. Somewhere public, like a bathroom stall of storage closet? Have at it! He's more than happy to oblige you if that is something you're into or would be willing to try. Despite that, he couldn't bare seeing anything bad happen to you, especially if it could be partially caused by him. So, he'll play it safe with you, make sure everything you do together is something that could easily be fixed by him if something were to happen.

Stamina - how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

All viltrumites have great stamina, since that was insured when only the most virile of the species were allowed to reproduce. Conquests stamina is something that never seems to run out, bred and trained for long and hard battle, sex is at the least of his worries when it comes to a workout. He can take you round after round after round until you're so spent you're barely awake, and he'll barely have broken a sweat, if at all. He'll let you rest when you're clearly too tired or you ask, of course, but trust me when I say that when you wake up, he's ready to go right back at it again.

Toys - Do they own toys? Do they use them?

I don't think he'd really have any at home, but if you suggest it, maybe give him some, he's eager to try it out. On you, on himself, whatevers possible. He wants to appreciate your gift to the fullest and is more than happy to do so. Things like vibes, he'll tease you for hours on end and try and figure out every single way to make you come using them. He enjoys seeing them used on you more, but if you want to he'll let you try whatever you want on him, just content to have you paying him such close attention, to have your hands on him making him feel so good in that way just you do.

Unfair - how much do they like to tease?

As mentioned before, Conquest will tease and edge you till you're begging and in tears if you let him. He loves seeing you desperate, hearing all the noises you make for him. The way you squirm and whine for him to just let you come already is just music to his ears and plenty of strokes to his ego. Knowing that this is the way he can make you feel, no one else, just exites him more than anything. He's infuriating. The endless taunting is so frustrating, yet somehow it still manages to brighten that fire inside of you. You desire it, his hands endlessly roaming with no intention of taking you any further for a good while.

Volume - how loud are they? What sounds do they make?

He's fairly quiet in terms of noise, but he loves to talk. Taunting, teasing, praising, remarking about how good you feel, hell, he'll tell a story or to to your absolutely fucked out body after multiple rounds, all while he's still moving into you relentlessly. He does make the occasional noises, rough and fairly hushed; hell groan out his words or give a grunt here and there. He just can't possibly keep completely muted with the way you feel around him, like he's wrapped up in heaven itself. Sometimes, he muffles the noise by shoving his face to whatever skin he can reach from that angle or kissing you till you're even more out of breath, if that was possible.

Wild card - a random headcannon

He has a thing for his size. Naturally, most(all) of his partners are smaller than him, even if they're tall for whatever species they are from. If he's relieving oral from you, he likes to just see the size of him against your face. The difference gets him going, how easily he can manhandle you even if you're strong. It makes him feel strong, powerful—which he loves. It's never at the expense of you feeling useless, but the way you're so small next to him is just a huge turn-on.

X-ray - whats going on underneath them clothes?

He's big for his size, and as a man of around 7 feet or taller, that's absolutely huge. He's around the girth of an average human fist, just a bit skinnier when flacid. The length of it is definitely enough to struggle with, but you make it work together. It's got a couple of veins along the side and underside, a colour just a bit darker than his usual skintone, and it turns a more reddish colour when hard, the more desprate, the more colour. It's pretty, which is weird to say of an old, weathered conqourers uncut dick, but it's true. The dusting of nest grey hair compliments him well—he's definitely an eyeful, and his naked body in all its glory is something to blink at. The source of attraction, though? It's definitely the junk he's packing. You just physically cannot stop yourself from sneaking a peek whenever you can.

Yearning - how high is their sex drive?

All day, every day. If he has the chance, he'll keep you to himself multiple hours a day, if not the whole day. For him, of course, it's the blink of an eye. In his 5000 years, you are the brightest thing that's happened, and he just wants to keep quaking those memories and moments with you like there's no tomorrow—including plenty of orgasms and then some.

Zzz - how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?

He doesn't sleep that quickly afterwards. Sex just seems to wake him up more. Eventually, when you're asleep, he'll likely end up just watching you, so peaceful in his bed after the romp you've had. He's smitten, and he'll just sit or lay there for hours, watching. He'll never get tired of it, but it does help him calm back down, have him settle in with you, and scoot your body to his so he can tangle you up in his strong arms. He listens to the sound of your breathing until, inevitably, he too falls asleep.

Thank you for the request, anon!! It took me a while to get to it, sorry for that. I'm still getting back into writing but if anyone has more requests, please let me know! See my pinned post for the guidelines to my writing.

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[pokemonshelterstories]

Hi Charlie! I'm in a bit of a conundrum right now.

I've had my Nidorino Grapes for a few years now. Grapes is really sweet, and my best friend. Grapes loves to battle, he bounces around and chirps when he gets the chance, but I'm only a casual battler. My brother has been a professional trainer for a few years now, and loves borrowing Grapes because of how good in battle he is. We also live in Unova, where the Nidoran line is pretty rare.

My problem is if I should evolve Grapes into a Nidoking. It would be great for battles, but I don't have the resources to keep a Nidoking, so if he evolved he would be with my brother full time. I know Grapes would be happy with my brother, but he also seems happy here with me.

My brother hasn't specifically asked me to give him Grapes, but I know he would be thrilled if I gave him over. His main team right now is his Samurott, Leavanny, Lucario, Darmanitan, Krookidile, and Sigilith, which are all pretty well socialized, but do you think a Nidoking would get along with his team?

What do you think would be best for Grapes? Should I evolve him and give him to my brother, where I know he'll have fun battling basically every day, or keep him with me? I love Grapes, and I just want what's best for him.

i think it's very kind of you to be thinking about what's in grapes' best interest even if it means you might not be able to keep him. you're clearly a dedicated trainer!

this is something you need to have a serious talk with your brother about. a nidoking is really big commitment even for a battling team. they're extremely powerful and aggressive pokemon, and he already as a hands-on set of pokemon. it's typically recommended to only keep a nidoking if you have a nidoqueen as its companion. having a queen actually triggers hormonal changes in them that reduce aggression. it's a lot safer to raise a nidoking and nidoqueen together. i'd also be worried about potential conflict between grapes and his krookodile, as they're both aggressive and territorial ground types.

truthfully, a nidorino doesn't need to evolve to be an effective battler. in fact, the vast majority of nidoking populations are in captivity. they're very rare to see in the wild because most wild environments cannot support them. i think grapes would probably be just as happy battling as a nidorino as he would as a nidoking- if not more! it really does sound like his needs are being met aside from maybe giving him a little more battle time, and unfortunately that often isn't the case post-evolution for nidoking. it's not that i necessarily doubt your brother's capabilities so much as it's just so tough to keep a nidoking happy even on a battling team. and it really does sound like he's happy with you! i don't think he's suffering for not being on a full-time battling team.

ultimately, whether or not you decide to evolve him is your choice, but definitely sit down with your brother and talk over what it would mean for him to add grapes to his team. you might even want to talk with an evolution advisor- these are specialized pokemon behaviorists who help trainers decide whether to evolve their pokemon, often in the context of battling and in working around pre-existing teams. overall though it sounds like you're doing a great job with grapes!

[moonlight-fox]

If anyone's wanting help with Writers block? (And this likely applies to artist block too but I only dabble in drawing)

Depending on the specific issue (sometimes the problem is 'too many ideas,' sometimes it's 'not enough ideas,' sometimes it's simply 'not in the right frame of mind to actually write and instead need to be doing a different part of the creative process') one of the following can help:

Go for a walk, or do something else that leaves your brain alone with its thoughts to let a problem perculate.

Write something else - Having multiple projects on the go, or working on multiple parts of the same project at once, is super useful.

Describe the room you're in for a couple of paragraphs while working up momentum to start writing (some folk find this helps with blank page syndrome)

Use tools to help get neurons firing in unusual ways. I find open ended tools such as the tables found in solo roleplaying oracles such as Mythic GME work best for this, but some writers swear by fortune telling tools such as Tarot or oracle decks. The trick is to be using stuff that leaves room for human interpretation - You're trying to get your own neurons firing, not something that's feeding you an answer to plug and play.

Edit something you've previously written instead of writing - Having multiple projects on the go, or working on multiple parts of the same project at once, is super useful.

Set yourself a deadline (You have to believe it's real)

Sometimes a problem you're having with a work just requires time to unlodge itself - Typically you identify this if you've got two ideas for how something could proceed and neither of them are sitting quite right (This usually means the correct solution is a third option that might be similar to one or the other option)

And, like anything else, it gets easier to get started the more you do it.

why would you ever outsource fun to chatgpt? are you stupid? you can make mediocre shit by yourself too.

[dduane]

In the digital art dep't, "Just *why* did I buy this again?..." division

When you're assembling your digital toolkit, occasionally something you don't remember purposefully buying turns up later on when you're looking for something else. Sometimes digital assets get packaged into bundles, for example; and the seller may have shoved something in there that doesn't particularly interest you...though you are interested in most of the other stuff in there. And that off-thing-out gets forgotten until one day you stumble across it again and go "...wut?"

So here's one. I have no memory of acquiring this, or why. Yet here it is.

The asset is called Arbor Mortis ("Tree of Death"), and I would have had absolutely no reason I can think of to buy it. Sure, sometimes I'll buy something for one specific part of its included objects: but not in this case. (And now that I look the records over a little more closely, I see that this is exactly what happened. I bought this bundle some while back when it was on sale, because I wanted some of the other-planetary backgrounds for SF work.)

Looking at it now, it reminds me a little, little bit of my old friend the Dule Tree of Blairquhan Castle. But not enough to really use for anything...

The mushrooms are kinda cute, though.

(shrugs) (tags the asset as "Creepy Tree" and goes on to other things...)

[iamquiantrelle]

ROSY DELUSIONS •────── iamquiantrelle

# pairing: eduardo camavinga x black reader (spring has sprung series)

# tags: @irishmanwhore @kj77 @oceanfanatic06 @snowseasonmademe @leighjadeclimbedmtkilimanjaro @thepointlessideas

# summary: Eduardo has always been her best friend—the one constant in her life, the person who knows her better than anyone. So when she starts gushing about a new guy she’s dating, he does what any good friend would do: listens, smiles, and pretends it doesn’t bother him. But the more he hears, the more he realizes—no one will ever know her like he does, no one will ever care for her the way he does. Maybe she’s blinded by the idea of something new, or maybe she just doesn’t see what’s been right in front of her all along. Either way, Eduardo is done playing the role of the best friend. It’s time for her to see him in a different light.

"Celmi," you called, letting yourself into his apartment with the key he'd given you last year. "You home?"

Music was blaring – some Afrobeats track he'd been obsessed with lately – but no response came. Typical Eduardo, lost in his own world again.

You followed the sound through his ridiculously spacious Madrid villa, finding him in the kitchen, dancing while making... something. His dreads were pulled back in a messy bun, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, completely oblivious to your presence as he stirred whatever concoction he was working on.

For a moment, you just watched him – this 6'0" professional footballer with all the grace in the world on the pitch and absolutely none in the kitchen. Eduardo Camavinga, your best friend for the past three years.

You smiled, remembering how it all started...

Three years earlier

"That's the last pair in a 10," the sales associate said apologetically, pointing to the sneakers another customer was currently examining.

You groaned internally. You'd been waiting for this release for months, saved up specifically for these limited edition kicks. And now some guy with dreads was holding them, turning them over in his hands like he wasn't even sure he wanted them.

"Excuse me," you said, approaching him with what you hoped was a friendly smile. "Are you planning to buy those?"

He looked up, surprised, a grin automatically spreading across his face. "Yeah, they're the last in my size."

"Your size is a women's 10?" you asked skeptically, eyeing his considerably larger feet.

He laughed. "Men's 9. Same thing."

"So you know they're unisex?"

"Yeah." He looked confused now. "Why?"

"Because I've been waiting for these for months, and they're my size too." You tried to keep your voice even. "And it kind of looks like you're not even sure you want them."

"Who says I'm not sure?" His accent thickened slightly with defensiveness, French undertones becoming more pronounced. "I want them."

"You were looking at them like you were debating."

"I was admiring," he corrected. "Big difference."

The sales associate looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Perhaps we can check other stores—"

"I was here first," the guy said, not rudely but firmly.

"By like two minutes!"

"Still counts."

You weren't typically confrontational, but something about his easy confidence, the way he seemed to expect things to just go his way, made you stand your ground.

"Do you even know what makes this release special?" you challenged.

His eyebrows shot up. "The Air cushioning, the limited colorway, and the fact they're the first collaboration with—"

"Okay, so you know your stuff," you conceded. "But I'd still rock them better."

A surprised laugh escaped him. "Bold claim."

"I can back it up."

Something shifted in his expression – amusement, maybe respect. "Tell you what," he said, "why don't we—"

But you never found out what his solution was going to be because a small crowd had gathered now, a few people whispering excitedly, one teenager nudging another.

"It's Camavinga," someone said, and suddenly you realized why he looked vaguely familiar.

The guy – Eduardo Camavinga, apparently a football player based on the reaction – looked mildly annoyed at the interruption. The sales associate, sensing a potential scene, stepped in.

"Perhaps both of you could try another location? We can call ahead—"

"Keep them," Eduardo said suddenly, handing the shoes to you. "But only if you let me buy you coffee and explain why they'd look better on me."

You blinked, thrown by the unexpected offer. "You're asking me out?"

"I'm suggesting a debate over coffee." His grin was back, somehow both confident and boyish. "Unless you're scared I'll convince you."

"In your dreams," you said, but you were smiling now too. "Fine. Coffee. And I'm keeping the shoes."

"Deal."

Present day

"Yo, Celmi!" you tried again, louder this time.

He spun around, wooden spoon in hand, face lighting up with that infectious smile that hadn't changed since that first day.

"Shit! When'd you get here?" He turned down the music with his free hand. "I'm making that Angolan dish my mom showed me."

"It smells..." you searched for a diplomatic word, "interesting."

"Shut up, it's gonna be fire." He pointed the spoon at you accusingly, spattering something red on the floor. "You're just mad I didn't warn you I was cooking."

"Last time you 'cooked' we had to order pizza at midnight because whatever you made was straight trash."

"That was different. I was experimenting." He turned back to his pot, adding something that looked suspiciously like way too much spice. "This is a family recipe."

"Uh-huh." You dropped onto his couch, kicking your shoes off and making yourself at home like you always did. "How was training?"

"Good, good." His voice carried from the kitchen. "Carlo says I'm starting against Valencia."

"Look at you! Starting two matches in a row?"

"Don't sound so surprised!" He peeked around the corner, pretending to be offended. "I'm kind of a big deal, you know."

You rolled your eyes, but the pride was evident in your voice. "Yeah, yeah, superstar."

This was your rhythm with Eduardo. The easy banter, the comfortable silence that sometimes fell between conversations, the way you could show up unannounced and it was never a problem. He was your person – the one who'd held you through breakups, celebrated your victories, listened to your fears at 3 AM.

Just friends, you always told people who assumed otherwise. Just really good friends who happened to spend most of their free time together. Who occasionally fell asleep on each other's couches, or sometimes in each other's beds after movie marathons. No big deal.

It hadn't always been this easy. After that first coffee – which turned into lunch, which turned into exchanging numbers – you'd been wary. Not just because he was a professional footballer, but because guys who looked like Eduardo Camavinga rarely wanted to just be friends with girls.

But that's exactly what happened. Texting turned into hanging out turned into a genuine friendship that surprised you both with its depth and ease. He wasn't what you'd expected from a football star – he was goofy, thoughtful, surprisingly deep when the situation called for it.

"So," he called from the kitchen, "how was your date last night?"

Right. The date. The reason you'd actually come over.

"About that..." You sat up straighter, excitement bubbling through you. "I need to tell you everything."

Eduardo appeared in the doorway, his expression carefully neutral. "That good, huh?"

"Celmi, he's amazing." The words tumbled out, enthusiasm impossible to contain. "Like, seriously amazing. We talked for four hours and it felt like minutes. He's smart and funny and he does that nonprofit work I told you about, the one with refugee kids?"

"Sounds perfect," Eduardo said, returning to his pot. "What's his name again?"

"Karim. He's Algerian-French, grew up in Lyon." You followed him into the kitchen, perching on a counter. "And get this – he doesn't even care about football. Like, at all. Didn't even recognize me from any of the team events I've been to with you."

Eduardo's stirring rhythm faltered slightly. "Wow. A unicorn."

"I know, right? No awkward questions about getting him tickets or introducing him to the team." You swung your legs, caught up in the excitement of someone new. "We're going out again tomorrow night."

"Fast work." He glanced at you, something unreadable flickering across his features. "Must really like him."

"I think I do." You paused, watching him cook. "You okay with that?"

Eduardo looked up, surprise evident. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. You seem..." You gestured vaguely. "Weird."

"I'm good." His smile returned, bright as ever, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Just focused on not burning this."

"Need any help?"

"From you?" He laughed, the tension dissipating. "The girl who set pasta on fire?"

"That was one time!"

"One time is enough when it comes to kitchens." He bumped you with his hip. "Go sit. Tell me more about Mr. Perfect."

So you did. You told him about Karim's work, his travels, his ambitions. You told him about the restaurant he'd taken you to, tucked away in a corner of Madrid you'd never explored. You told him about the easy conversation, the lingering touches, the goodnight kiss that promised more.

And Eduardo listened. He always listened. Stirring his pot, adding ingredients, occasionally asking questions, but mostly just letting you talk. It was one of the things you loved most about him – how he gave you space to process out loud, to explore your thoughts without judgment.

By the time dinner was ready – surprisingly edible this time – you'd exhausted the topic of Karim. The conversation shifted to Eduardo's upcoming match, to the latest drama with his teammates, to the movie you'd both been meaning to watch.

Normal. Comfortable. Exactly what you needed after the nervous excitement of a promising date.

Later, sprawled on his couch watching the film, your head in his lap while his fingers absently played with your hair, you felt that familiar contentment that only came with Eduardo. The ease of being with someone who knew all your stories, all your quirks, all your flaws, and liked you anyway.

"Celmi?"

"Hmm?" His eyes didn't leave the screen, but his fingers continued their gentle movement through your hair.

"I'm glad I have you."

Now he looked down, his expression soft in the dim light. "You always will."

Something in his tone made you glance up, but his attention was already back on the movie, his face revealing nothing.

Just friends, you reminded yourself. That's all this was. All it had ever been.

No matter what your heart sometimes whispered in moments like these.

______________________________________________

Eduardo was used to being watched. On the pitch, every move scrutinized by thousands of eyes. In public, the subtle recognition, the whispered "isn't that...?" But nothing compared to the intensity of Aurélien's stare across the training facility locker room.

"What?" Eduardo finally asked, pausing in lacing up his boots.

"You're doing it again," Aurélien said simply.

"Doing what?"

"That thing where you pretend you're fine but you're actually dying inside." Aurélien dropped onto the bench beside him. "She went out with him again, didn't she?"

Eduardo sighed. Of course Aurélien would notice. The man missed nothing, on or off the pitch. "Third date tonight."

"And you're still playing the supportive best friend?"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

"Oh, I don't know," Aurélien's voice dripped sarcasm, "maybe tell her how you feel? Crazy concept, I know."

Eduardo shook his head, returning to his boots. "It's not that simple."

"It literally is that simple. 'Hey, I'm in love with you, have been for years, please stop dating this random guy and date me instead.'"

"I'm not in love with her," Eduardo protested automatically.

Aurélien's eyebrow rose in perfect disbelief.

"We're friends," Eduardo insisted. "Best friends."

"Best friends who practically live at each other's places? Who call each other first with every piece of news? Who fell asleep cuddling on my couch at the last team party?"

"Friends can cuddle."

"Celmi." Aurélien rarely used his middle name – that was your thing. Coming from him, it felt like a warning. "You're not fooling anyone but yourself. And maybe her."

Eduardo stood, needing to move, to escape this conversation. "Even if you're right – which you're not – she's clearly into someone else right now."

"Someone she's known for what, a week? Versus you, who she's known for years?"

"Exactly! Years of friendship. Years of her seeing me as just Eduardo, her buddy, her pal." He grabbed his water bottle, frustration building. "If she was going to see me differently, don't you think it would have happened by now?"

Aurélien shrugged. "Maybe she's waiting for you to make a move. Maybe she thinks you only see her as a friend. Maybe she's dating this guy precisely because she thinks you're not an option."

That gave Eduardo pause. Could it be possible? Had there been signs he'd missed, opportunities he'd let slip by?

He thought back to the countless movie nights, the way you'd sometimes fall asleep against him. The time you'd gotten sick and he'd stayed up all night, making sure your fever didn't spike again. The way you lit up when he entered a room, even if you'd just seen him yesterday.

No. He couldn't let himself hope like that. Couldn't risk the friendship that meant everything to him on the chance that maybe, possibly, you might see him as more than just good old reliable Eduardo.

"I'm not having this conversation," he decided, heading for the door.

"Coward," Aurélien called after him, but there was no heat in it. Just concern.

Eduardo ignored him, pushing through the door onto the training pitch where he could lose himself in the game, in the physicality and focus that left no room for complicated emotions.

But even as he ran drills, as he practiced passes with mechanical precision, his mind kept circling back to you. To how you'd sounded on the phone this morning, excited about tonight's date. To how he'd forced enthusiasm into his voice, offered advice on what to wear, promised to be waiting for the full report tomorrow.

Playing the role of the supportive best friend while something inside him cracked a little more each time.

Maybe Aurélien was right. Maybe he was a coward.

Or maybe he just knew that some risks weren't worth taking, no matter how much the reward might be.

_______________________________________________

"He's taking me to Barcelona next weekend," you said, scrolling through train options on your phone. "Just a quick overnight trip to see some art exhibition he thinks I'll love."

Eduardo nodded, trying to look interested rather than irritated. It had been two weeks since your first date with Karim, and somehow the guy was still around, still apparently perfect, still taking up more and more of the conversation every time you and Eduardo hung out.

"Sounds fun," he managed.

"You okay?" You looked up from your phone, brow furrowing with concern. "You've been weird all day."

You were at his place again, ostensibly to watch the match replay from yesterday's game, but you'd spent most of the time talking about Karim. Eduardo couldn't even blame you – new relationships were exciting, all-consuming. He knew that. He just hadn't expected it to bother him so much.

He thought back to the one serious relationship you'd had since he'd known you. That guy from your work, Adam or Alex or something. That hadn't bothered him nearly as much. But then, that guy hadn't been taking you to Barcelona or perfect in every way. That guy hadn't felt like a real threat.

"Just tired." He forced a smile. "Big match yesterday."

"You were amazing, by the way. That assist? Chef's kiss." You demonstrated, fingers to lips, then outward in appreciation.

"Thanks." His smile turned more genuine. You never missed his matches, either in person or on TV. Even with New Perfect Boyfriend in the picture, you'd still been there yesterday, cheering from the friends and family section.

"Seriously, Celmi. You're playing at another level this season."

"Finally getting the minutes I deserve," he joked, but the praise warmed him. You'd always been his biggest cheerleader, right from the beginning when you barely knew offside from a corner kick.

Two years earlier

"Wait, explain it again?" you asked, forehead creased in concentration as you watched the replay on his TV.

Eduardo fought a smile. You were so determined to understand football, despite having little natural interest in the sport. All because you wanted to be able to talk to him about his work, to share in the thing that mattered most to him professionally.

"He's offside because when the pass was made, he was behind the last defender." Eduardo pointed to the screen. "See?"

"But he wasn't when he got the ball."

"Doesn't matter. It's where he was when the pass was played."

"That's a stupid rule."

"Maybe. But it's the rule."

You threw a handful of popcorn at him. "Your sport is complicated."

"Says the girl who tried to explain the blood pressure notes to me for an hour last week."

"That's different. That actually makes sense."

He laughed, pulling you against his side without thinking. "You don't have to understand it, you know. I don't mind explaining."

"I want to, though." Your head found his shoulder naturally. "It's important to you, so it's important to me."

Something warm unfurled in his chest at your words. That was the moment, looking back, when friendship started shifting into something more – at least for him. The realization that you cared enough to learn about something that didn't interest you, simply because it mattered to him.

He'd never told you that, of course. Some things were safer kept to himself.

Present day

You set your phone down, giving him your full attention. "For real though, something's off with you. Talk to me."

This was the problem with someone knowing you too well. Nothing stayed hidden for long.

"It's nothing," he insisted. "Just... stuff on my mind."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Team stuff. Family stuff." He shrugged, avoiding your eyes. "Nothing important."

You studied him for a long moment, clearly not believing him but also not pushing. That was another thing about your friendship – knowing when to press and when to give space.

"Well, if you want to talk about it," you said finally, "I'm here."

"I know." And that was the crux of the problem, wasn't it? You were always there for him, just as he was for you. The perfect friendship. Exactly what he'd always told himself he wanted.

Until suddenly, inexplicably, it wasn't enough anymore.

"Actually," he said before he could stop himself, "there is something."

You sat up straighter, giving him your full attention. "I'm listening."

Eduardo took a deep breath. Now or never. "This thing with Karim..."

"Yeah?" Your expression was open, curious.

"Are you sure it's what you want?"

Your brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." He struggled to find the right words, to express the feelings he'd been fighting without revealing too much. "You barely know him. It's all happening so fast."

"That's usually how dating works, Celmi." There was a hint of amusement in your voice, like you thought he was being overprotective. "People meet, they click, they spend time together. Normal shit."

"I know that." He ran a hand over his dreads, frustration building. "I just... I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Who says I'm going to get hurt?"

"No one, it's just... guys like that—"

"Guys like what?" Now there was an edge to your voice. "You don't even know him."

"Exactly! And neither do you, not really. Two weeks isn't enough time to know someone, to trust them with—"

"With what, Eduardo? My heart? My body? What exactly are you worried about here?"

You were getting angry now, and he was making a mess of this, but he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"All of it! He's moving so fast, with the Barcelona trip and everything. What's his rush?"

"Maybe he just knows what he wants." You stood, gathering your things. "Like I do."

"And what's that?"

"Someone who sees me as more than just a friend. Someone who wants to be with me and isn't afraid to show it."

The words hit like a physical blow. Was that how you saw him? As someone who didn't want you that way? Who only saw you as a friend?

"That's not fair," he said quietly.

"No? Then what exactly are you saying, Eduardo? Because it sounds like you're telling me I shouldn't date anyone you haven't personally vetted."

"That's not—"

"Then what? What's your problem with Karim? With me dating him?"

"I don't have a problem with him!" The words exploded out of him. "I have a problem with it not being me!"

Silence fell between you, heavy and sudden. Eduardo's heart pounded in his chest, the confession hanging in the air, impossible to take back.

Your expression shifted from anger to confusion. "What?"

Too late to retreat now. Eduardo stood, moving toward you with a determination he usually reserved for the pitch.

"I said, I have a problem with it not being me. Taking you to Barcelona. Planning stuff for you. Being more than just your friend."

You stared at him, shock evident in your features. "Celmi..."

"I know, I know. Terrible timing." He ran a hand over his face. "I didn't mean to say it like this. Or at all, maybe. I don't know."

"How long?" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Does it matter?"

"It matters to me."

Eduardo sighed, the fight draining out of him. "I don't know exactly. It happened so gradually. One day you were just my friend, and then... you were everything."

You sat back down, looking like you needed the support. "Why didn't you say something? All this time..."

"Because what we have is good. It works. I didn't want to risk it for something that might not."

"That wasn't your decision to make alone." There was hurt in your voice now. "You never even gave me the chance to—"

"To what? Let me down gently? Tell me how much you value our friendship?" His laugh held no humor. "I've heard that speech before. Didn't particularly want to hear it from you."

"You don't know what I would have said."

"Don't I? We tell each other everything, remember? If you'd felt something, anything beyond friendship, I think I would have known."

You stood again, moving toward him now, something determined in your expression. "You don't know everything about me, Eduardo Celmi Camavinga. Not if you think I've never thought about this. About us."

His heart stuttered. "What?"

"You think you're the only one who's ever wondered? The only one who's ever lain awake thinking about what it might be like if things were different between us?"

"But you never said—"

"Neither did you!" You were right in front of him now, close enough that he could see the flecks of gold in your eyes, the slight tremble in your lips. "We were both too afraid of ruining what we had. So we just... stayed safe. In this comfortable friendship where we could have almost everything without risking anything."

Eduardo's mind was racing, trying to process what you were saying. Had you really felt the same way? For how long?

"And then Karim came along," you continued, "and he was straightforward about what he wanted. No guessing, no reading between the lines. It was... refreshing."

"So you do like him." The realization settled like a weight in his chest.

"I like the clarity." Your hand came up to rest on his chest, right over his heart. "But Celmi... it's always been you. Even when I tried to convince myself otherwise."

Time seemed to stop as Eduardo processed your words. You'd felt it too. All this time, while he was playing the role of the supportive best friend, you'd been harboring the same feelings, the same fears.

"So what now?" he asked, hardly daring to believe this was real.

"Now?" A small smile played at your lips. "Now you should probably kiss me. Before I change my mind and go back to the guy who was brave enough to ask me out in the first place."

Eduardo didn't need to be told twice. His hands came up to frame your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks with a gentleness that belied the storm of emotion inside him.

"Bossy as always," he murmured, earning a laugh from you that he captured with his lips.

The kiss was everything he'd imagined and nothing like he'd expected. Familiar, because it was you – the same you he'd hugged a thousand times, the same you whose head had rested on his shoulder during movie nights. But also entirely new, a revelation, a beginning.

When you finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, the look in your eyes was worth every moment of uncertainty, every pang of jealousy, every fear he'd battled to get to this point.

"I should probably cancel that Barcelona trip," you said, a smile spreading across your face.

"Probably," he agreed, pulling you closer. "Or we could go instead. I know this great little spot near La Rambla..."

Your laugh was warm against his chest. "Always competing."

"Only when it matters." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "And you matter more than anything."

It wasn't how he'd planned to tell you. Wasn't the perfect moment he'd sometimes imagined. But as you stood in his living room, wrapped in each other's arms, Eduardo knew that sometimes the best things happen not according to plan, but according to heart.

And his heart had always belonged to you, his best friend, his person, now something even more precious – his everything.

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When Eduardo told the story later, he always ended with the shoes.

"She still has them," he'd say, arm draped around your shoulders. "Never wears them though."

"They're collector's items now!" you'd protest.

"They're shoes. They're meant to be worn."

"Says the guy with fifty pairs he keeps in boxes."

"That's different." He'd press a kiss to your temple. "Those are investments."

"These are memories," you'd counter.

And he couldn't argue with that. Those shoes – the ones you'd almost fought him for in a boutique three years ago – had changed everything. Had led to coffee, to friendship, to love.

Had led to him finally seeing what had been right in front of him all along.

[restlesscrybaby]

I think this is overdue from me...

!! MR. RING-A-DING / LUX IMPERATOR HEADCANONS. !!

-- SMUT EDITION!

⚠️ CONTAINS NSFW. ⚠️

You've been warned!!!

When having sex, if he doesn't want his partner to move, he stretches his arms and wraps them around his partner, holding them closer.

When busting, his tongue rolls out his mouth and his heart does the beat out of chest thing cartoons do. He also changes colors rapidly, before it settles back down.

White heart boxers.

When you pull his pants and boxers down, a comedic slide whistle plays, and when it springs out, a 'BOING!' Sound effect plays.

Film tape as bondage... No elaboration.

Actually..

Yes. Elaboration.

Film tape coiled heavily around your wrists, keeping your hands tied up together. The tape was weirdly strong, but he DID do it, so it must've just been.. Unique.

You felt cold air hitting you, your legs easily spread open, letting him view YOU for his own pleasure. You laid idly on your back as you pulled against the film tape and it crackled against yourstrength, yet never budged.

Mr. Ring let out a loud wolf whistled, but waggled his finger at you, as if getting onto you for squirming so bad against your restraints. "Ah, ah!" He clicked his tongue, his pearly-white teeth showing off. You stared at the toon, feeling his hands touch you. He was.. Weirdly warm.. YET. Weirdly not? Like he was both at the same time... It was strange. His rubber digits spreading you further by grabbing your thighs, his bow tie twisting and his hat lifting off his head before dropping back down. "WOOOOAH!" He gasped out.

You realized now why he tied you down, so you couldn't squirm from his relentless enjoyment of you.

He is a body worshipper. You are his muse of the light. He is your worshipper.

He also loves being worshipped. His muse should worship him too.

When he cums, a loud 'SPLATt!' like a cartoon can be heard.

His cum is weirdly thick, yet watery. Think slime. It glows a bit.

Predator and prey kinks go hard with him. He can wiggle under doors and everything. He loves scaring you by wiggling under the door you're hiding behind.

When being hunted for this kind of kink, if it's almost completely dark, his eyes, the whites, slightly glow. So it's easier to see him.

He's very touch-based. He loves touch.

Pleasure is a rarity given to him. He gets greedy during it . He wants all.

'You should be thankful a harbinger is doing something so crazy with you!'

Making out with him is.. Interesting. Due to his logic, sometimes, you'll suddenly feel his tongue dart and start going down your throat.

Funny enough, if he's using a toy on you and he's thrusting it for you and he let's go to grab something, the toy keeps moving as if he was still touching it. Then, he just grabs it and continues.

When admiring you, his bowtie twists, his hat goes up then back down, and his heart throbs out of his chest.

If you simply wear something sexy or whatnot, his eyes bulge out his head, his tongue rolls out, he wolf whistles, all of that.

He weirdly loves marking. He likes when you show them off too. But, that's hard considering the size of his mouth and the size of that hickey.. Yikes.

When eating out, specifically face-sitting, he doesn't NEED to breathe. Just sit and hope for the best! Which, he will give! But, expect that when you lift up, his face will be imprinted... And his face will be imprinted on your ass.

He can just blow on his thumb and yours to fix you two though!

On that topic. If you're not done, yet he's gone soft, he can blow on his thumb, and it'll inflate like a balloon!!

He can make himself weigh nothing...

Or weight EVERYTHING.

Having sex with him is quite the adventure. Trust.

You can hold him so he can face fuck you,

Or he can make himself weigh a ton and keep you down when he lays against you.

When inside, he can change the size of it. It's honestly scary. So, to make entry easier if you're smaller, he makes it smaller. But, if you start whining for more and seem to be handling it well, he increases the size!

His fingers, when fingering, weirdly.. Feel almost like that of a toy. God damn rubber!!

He likes 'immortalizing' you in film. Aka.. He likes to take pictures of you and videos of you during the deed. He keeps it on him at all times. That freak!

Oh. He's vocal. You've heard him. He's INSANELYYY vocal. He slips in and he bottoms out, a loud moan echoing out above you. If he's still somewhat dressed, his bowtie playfully twists around, his antenna standing up entirely, before falling with bends and curves, his face completely red.

After a make-out session, when he pulls away, a loud 'POP!' plays.

Yes.

He has his own sex soundtrack.

Think 'Sexiness' from Naruto.

Weirdly enough, he's got more body hair than hair on his head!

Happy trail. That's all. Use your brains..

His cum tastes WEIRDLY sweet. Like.. Grossly sweet even.

Sorry this isn't my best work. I got sleepy halfway through and was like (　´д｀).

I'll make more of this soon! Ignore any fuckups or etc!

[sorrowsofsilence]

hey! maybe you can write about the very first time with folio, which was definitely discussed between the two of you but you still feel insecure and unwanted because in many years of your life no one has wanted that with you and it's embarrassing but you know he will take good care of you

worthy • n.f

pairing: nick folio x fem!reader

warnings: Smut 18+ (first time, fem!receiving, penetration (p n v), creampie)

words: 3.7k

note: I’m sorry its taken me so long to get something out; and I know this was requested so long ago, but I hope anyone who reads this enjoys! Thank you for the request and prompt anon <3 and thank you to everyone for being so patient with me. I missed writing.

THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!

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Your leg bounced nervously as you sat in the van, watching the trees whisk past while Nick drove along the gravel road.

He quickly noticed your unease, reaching to squeeze your hand with reassurance, “You alright my love?”

The nickname made your heart skip a beat, and your face warmed briefly. You squeezed his hand back, forcing out a reassuring, "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?" Although it was a lie.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he searched your face for any signs of doubt, but he dismissed the feeling when he spotted the cabin through the window.

You bit the inside of your cheek, taking in a shaky breath. This was the weekend you planned to finally overcome your nerves and take the next step with Nick. Though you'd been dating for over a year, intimacy hadn't been part of your relationship yet; which had you feeling quite insecure, despite his complete understanding. Nick never once pressured you, and when you finally explained why you were hesitant, he was even more considerate.

"Of course I'm excited to explore that side with you, but I never want you to feel uncomfortable. I'm happy to wait until you're ready. Take all the time you need, beautiful," he had assured you a few months ago, on a night you opened up to him.

But this getaway? It was the perfect chance for you to set aside your worries and show Nick you trusted him.

As Nick parked the van in front of the cabin, you found your hand instinctually tightening around his. He turned to look at you, softness glittering in his eyes.

“Nervous?” he queried gently, not asking specifically about what - both of you understood the unsaid.

“Maybe a bit," you confessed, the corners of your lips tugging into a nervous smile. Your heart pounded in your chest.

Nick chuckled lightly, that familiar sound doing wonders to relax the tension building up inside you. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he leaned over and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t worry, love. Only what you want, when you want.” His words were lathered with sincerity, his gaze vehemently assuring.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded silently, and stepped out of the van alongside him. The cabin was serene and tranquil; the perfect setting.

Together, you gathered your belongings and made way into the cabin, the creak of the wooden door serving as a welcome to the secluded weekend escape. The interior was comforting, decorated with rustic charm and warm tones. It smelled faintly of pine and wood smoke, enveloping you in a blanket of calm.

It only took a few minutes to unpack. Nick had always been good at keeping things light, literally and figuratively, and he had made sure to pack only the essentials for your trip.

With your bags emptied and forgotten, he took your hand and led you outside.

The sun was setting over the lake in front of the cabin, transforming the sky into bright streaks of pink and orange. In this warm blanket of sundown hues, you felt comforted by his presence beside you. Nick squeezed your hand again, and you moved closer to him, your body seeking the reassurance of his warmth. He welcomed the closeness, wrapping one arm protectively around you as you both watched the last slivers of sun disappear beyond the horizon.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Nick murmured, his gaze fixated on the changing hues of the twilight.

In response, you let out a soft hum of agreement, eyes never leaving the trees. The silence stretching between you two felt intimate and soothing. Moments like these reminded you why you had fallen for him in the first place.

The comforting hum of crickets echoed around you as darkness fell. Dimly lit by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, you followed him back towards the cabin. A comforting fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm, inviting light that softened any lingering nerves.

Nick guided you gently to the couch beside it, his hand never leaving yours. Leaning in close, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his other hand gently trailing up and down your back.

“Are you okay?” His asked again, words were barely above a whisper as he pulled away just enough to look at you.

You nodded, a timid yet genuine smile playing on your lips. “Absolutely.”

A small sigh of relief escaped him as his lips quirked up into a tender smile. Sitting next to you on the couch, he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as you tucked yourself into his side.

As both of you sat there together in front of the crackling fire, Nick began to pepper soft kisses onto your cheek and neck which caused your heart to flutter uncontrollably. It was an affectionate motion that somehow felt more intimate than anything else you’d experienced with him before. His lips felt soft and warm against your skin, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, where every kiss seemed to reach right into your heart.

“Still okay?” He whispered against your skin. The question was more about emotion than anything physical.

“Yes,” you murmured, leaning further into his embrace. Running your fingers through his hair, you tilted your face to look into his eyes. “I'm okay, Nick.”

Your answer brought a smile of relief onto his face, his twinkling eyes reflecting the firelight that danced merrily around the room. He locked gazes with you, wanting to know for sure that you were ready before allowing himself to proceed any further.

Sensing the question in them made you pull him closer, raising yourself to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"More than okay," you whispered against him.

The tension that had been subtly present in Nick began to dissipate at your reassurance, replaced by a warmth that radiated from his core. The smile on his face seemed to grow as his hand gently moved up and down your back to comfort the lingering nerves beneath.

His kisses became slower and more deliberate, moving from your forehead onto your lips again. Nick tugged lightly at your pants, pulling you over onto his lap gently.

You sucked in a nervous breath as you straddled him, hands shaking slightly as you held onto the back of his neck, refusing to brake the kiss.

"Relax my love," he murmured through the kiss, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands slowly roved up to cup your face, thumbs tracing circles into your flushed cheeks.

"Just breathe."

You nodded, shutting your eyes tight as you buried your head into his neck. He smelt intoxicatingly familiar-comfort mixed with raw anticipation, and the sound of his own heartbeat thrummed beneath your ear.

"Hey," he whispered, his hand settling on the nape of your neck to lightly massage the fear-knotted muscles. You lifted your head to look at him, biting down hard on your lower lip.

His eyes met yours in the dim light, holding an intensity that sent warmth flooding through you. He reached down cautiously, intertwining his fingers with yours, firmly yet gently as if trying not to break something precious.

He brought your entwined hands up to rest on the part of his chest that covered his heart. You felt its steady beat beneath your palm – a rhythmic reminder of his devotion, of his patient understanding.

“Do you feel that?” Nick whispered while he held your gaze. The drumming grew faster as a free hand reached underneath your chin, pulling you back down to his lips once again.

“You make me nervous- and I love it. I love you.”

You rubbed your nose slowly against his as you chewed back a shy smile.

Nick reciprocated, sucking in a breath, “I want you so bad. I need you in every way you’ll let me.”

"Nick," you whispered, pressing your lips against his again with growing certainty, "I need you too."

“We can stop at anytime…” He began, slowly kissing down your neck towards your collarbone. His hands followed, running down your shoulders to follow the curve of your sides, before landing on your hips.

The brunette began to guide your waist in a slow, teasing circle across his lap.

“…Let me show you how much I love you. How you’ve always deserved to be loved.”

His words, raw and honest, carried through the still cabin air, igniting a dormant flame inside you. The tremor in his voice betrayed his own anticipation, and something about that fueled your resolve. This was Nick. He loved you, respected you. He would never hurt you.

With a gentle nod, you gave him permission to continue. His hands began their journey anew, tracing lines of adoration across your skin. By the time his restless fingers reached the hem of your shirt, you were breathless; suspence and hope wrapped up all into one.

With one last glance into your eyes for reassurance, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt, his fingertips leaving imaginary trails of lust on your body. Each inch of revealed skin sent a new wave of titillation through Nick as he watched you react to his every touch.

He couldn’t fight the soft moan that escaped him, more at the sight of your passion-dewed face than at the feeling of your warmth beneath his hands.

Their journey took them along the curve of your waist, over your stomach until they encountered the barrier of your bra. This time, he didn’t ask with his eyes but with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

He slid the flimsy strap down your shoulders, revealing you to him in a way no one else had ever seen. His eyes widened at the sight of you, all flushed skin and cautious expectation.

You sat there under his gaze, heart pounding in your chest as you felt exposed. Yet there was no judgment in his eyes, only pure admiration.

"Fuck you're beautiful," he whispered, tracing the edge of your bra with teasing precision.

Nick's gaze was intense and comforting at the same time as it finally met yours again. The way he looked at you, and the gentle strokes of his fingers alone made you feel wanted and cherished.

He slid the material down further, until you were completely bare to his sight. Your breath hitched in your throat as anticipation tightened within, but Nick’s touch was gentle and soothing. His thumb traced circles in the valley between your breasts, blatantly ignoring the hardened peaks that demanded his attention.

"Still okay?" His voiced crawled from his throat as he tried to maintain eye contact, and his hands didn’t venture any further until he got a verbal confirmation.

“Please touch me,” You whispered, taken aback by the desperation that was laced between every syllable.

His kisses returned to capture your lips once more, even more intense than the last. You felt an indescribable warmth pooling low in your stomach with each careful caress of his hands.

Bold fingers slipped lower, edging past your waistband that elicited a surprised whimper from you. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he reminded you gently, pressing a soft peck to your cheek.

"I won't need to," you replied, surprising yourself with the sturdiness in your voice.

Nick’s lips curved up in a smile against your skin, his hand moving lower, his fingers dancing on the edge of your panties. He reached behind, his fingers sliding under the band of your underwear, meticulously pulling them down with slow deliberate movements.

You hitched a breath, feeling the fabric pool around your ankles. As he knelt down to help you step out of them, his eyes never left yours - a silent vow of reverence and respect for you and this moment shared between you two.

Standing back up, he lifted and laid you down on the couch. Looming over you now, he ran his fingers lightly across your exposed form, taking in every reaction that rippled across on your face.

He reached behind his head, tugging the white t-shirt that had shielded his frame this entire time, and you let out a gasp of awe as you took in his chest. You squeezed your thighs together, the hot flush lingering on your cheeks becoming even more prominent when he discarded his pants next, leaving him in only his boxers.

A low moan escaped your lips when he nestled himself between your legs again, his hips rutting his covered length gently against yours. A gasp left your lips, pleasure pooling at the sudden friction against your core.

Nick's lips captured yours again, swallowing every whimper and breath as he deepened the kiss. His hand snaked down your body, making a slow path towards your throbbing heat.

His finger slid across your desire, running along your folds to coat his fingers in your arousal. He moaned against your lips in desperation, almost panting when he felt just how wet you were. Fingers danced in circles around your swollen bud, slowly and lightly before pressing harder onto your body.

You sucked in a shaky breath, your body arching into his touch. His name fell like a mantra from your lips, each syllable punctuated with a hitched gasp when his fingers stroked something that made you writhe beneath him.

“Nick, please…” you begged, your chest heaving as the mounting pleasure had you teetering on the edge. Only you had been able to make yourself feel this way in the past- but being with Nick made this all the more sensual.

Nick pulled back from your kiss and slid his knees to the ground, resting his face between your thighs.

“Are you comfortable if I use my mouth?” He whispered, breath fanning across your desire, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“Yes,” you slurred, eyes shut tight as the anticipation ran a carnal shiver up your spine.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, pressing a chaste kiss to your inner thigh before pressing his tongue between your folds.

You moaned aloud as he explored you, each sound of pleasure encouraging him further.

With a newfound boldness, Nick delved deeper, circling around your entrance before his tongue slipped in ever so slightly. A cry of surprise and pleasure ripped from your throat, hands gripping onto the back of the couch tightly.

The brunette moaned into you, devouring your taste as you neared release, your breathing became ragged and body started to quiver. Your hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer against you as you whimpered out his name repeatedly. He was relentless- every lick and kiss imbued with care and concern for your pleasure; every stroke of his tongue felt like a promise.

Nick took his fingers, sliding one inside before a second and third quickly followed.

Your breathing hitched, legs twitching while Nick continued his sweet torture until your body tensed entirely, a silent scream stuck in your throat as waves of euphoria rushed through each of your limbs.

He continued to taste you through the tremors, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure until you were left panting beneath him. He pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, tracing the curve of your hip as he ascended back upward towards your lips.

"You taste so good," Nick whispered, causing you to chew on your lip nervously.

“Really?” You choked out, breath catching in your throat as you came down from your orgasm, a mix of relief and disbelief coating your features.

Leaning back, he took a moment to study you - flushed and breathless beneath him, your eyes half-lidded from pleasure, emanating pure trust and satisfaction. A proud smile stretched across his face, indulging himself a second longer before scooping you upwards into his arms.

“Really.”

You let out a small squeal of surprise as he carried you towards the bedroom, your arms securely wrapped around his neck. He kicked the door open softly and laid you on the bed gently. Standing at the foot of the bed he shucked off his boxers, leaving him fully exposed.

He climbed onto the bed next to you, pulling you close into his warmth. His arousal pressed against your thigh in silent request.

"Do you want to keep going?" His soft voice broke through the silence.

The earnest look in his eyes made your heart swell with love. Swallowing hard, you nodded, your hand reaching down to touch him slowly. He gasped as your fingers wrapped around him, instinctively thrusting into your touch as he chewed back a nervous smile.

Nick rolled above you, spreading your thighs gently as you escorted him to your entrance, both of you holding your breaths as he pushed himself inside. A gasp left both your lips at the sensation, and you watched as his mouth fell open in newfound desperation.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you spread your legs wider for him. He was gentle - so gentle as he pushed into you. You gasped quietly, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the stretch and burn of your first time.

Nick stilled once he was fully sheathed within you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered soft words of encouragement and love.

"Does it hurt?" Nick's concern echoed through the dimly lit room as he peered down at you.

"A little," you shook your head slowly, eyes not leaving his, "But not pain pain…just... different."

He sucked in a shaky breath, "Different good or different bad?"

"Different good," you assured him, your hands reaching to hold his face tenderly. These words were enough to prompt a small, satisfied smile from the man above you.

As Nick began to move, his eyelids fluttered shut, a low moan escaping his lips. You shivered beneath him, watching as his brows furrowed with need. His movements were slow, deliberately gentle as he navigated the newness of feeling your body around his.

“You're so tight," he whispered against your earlobe, fingers digging into your side as he held you close, hips thrusting slowly.

“Nick...” His name came out as a whimper, fingertips clutching onto the sheets beneath you.

“Yeah, baby?” His breath hitched, fighting the urge to close his eyes and lose himself in you.

“I...I think I can handle more…” You bit down on your lip before daring to look into his eyes. An emotion you couldn't quite place flitted through his gaze, but he took your request to heart.

Nick began to move with more purpose, his thrusts growing stronger. A gasp ripped from your throat, pleasure prickling along your skin as he filled you just right.

His moans grew louder in response to the noises that slipped from your lips, his rhythm faltering slightly with each particularly loud one.

"Am I going too fast? Do you want me to slow down?" Nick panted, the words barely audible over his heavily labored breathing.

You grasped hold of his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as you shook your head fervently.

"No, don't slow down," you managed to choke out through soft gasps. Taking your fingers you reached between your thighs, dipping them to rub quick circles over your core as Nick thrust deeper. The excitement that shone from his eyes sent a wave of confidence surging through you.

He kissed you again, this time with so much need and desire as his tongue swiped against your own. Each thrust had you riding higher and higher, until all your reality was focused on your bodies intertwined.

The sensation of him growing harder inside you made your heartbeat intensify, throbbing through every inch of you. The coil of pleasure within your abdomen began to wind tighter and tighter, beckoning an approaching climax that promised to eclipse everything that came before.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he coaxed between labored breaths, the raw desperation in his voice combined with the sensation of him hitting your sweet spot was too much.

“I... I think I’m-” Before you could even finish your sentence, that familiar tension burst within you. Pleasure came rushing back in waves, soaking every pore of your being as a bead of sweat traced its way down your brow.

Nick grunted, riding the waves with you as he felt your euphoria in the clenching around his cock.

His rhythm faltered, a groan tearing from his throat as his own climax overcame him. He held onto your thighs tightly, buried deep inside you as he twitched and pumped warmth into your body.

After a moment spent catching his breath, Nick gently pulled out and collapsed next to you on the mattress. His arm immediately slipped beneath your head, pulling you into his warm, strong embrace.

You nestled against him, burying your face into his chest as you kissed his skin, adorning him with praise and admiration. Both of you laid there a moment, endorphins flowing as he held onto you tightly, rubbing his chin along the top of your head.

"Wow," he eventually murmured, his chest vibrating against you while you hummed an echoed response.

It wasn’t before long you felt a few tears trickle from your eyes and onto his chest, and Nick hugged you closer.

“Thank you,” You whispered, and Nick held the back of your head tightly against him, facing the ceiling as he whispered words of love and adoration into your hair.

"Thank you, beautiful."

His heartbeat against your cheek was comforting, rhythmic, and already held a familiarity that set your heart at ease. He was breathing heavily, in post-pleasure ease, and his chest expanded and contracted against your own.

You could feel the dampness of sweat on his skin, smell the musk of it on the air – this was a new side of Nick- utterly alluring.

"Loving you... being loved by you... this is something I'll never get used to," Nick admitted quietly after a while, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.

You shifted to rest on your elbows, look over at him and seeing the soft glow in his eyes even in the darkness of the room. "And I don't want to."

Smiling faintly, you ran a hand along his chest, "I'll forever be in awe of the fact that I get to be with you, Nick. You're the most patient, understanding person I've ever known. I've never felt so loved and cherished in my life... thank you for tonight. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worthy."

Nick grinned broadly at your words, sitting up to kiss your forehead.

“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you- and I can’t wait to love you forever.”

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[vamptarotscam]

I got more evidence that @vamptarot is scamming people in the community. VICTIM BLAMING, LYING AND THE USUAL. COMMUNITY PSA. SCROLL FOR EVIDENCE.

This person has no shame at all.

SHORT INTRODUCTION BEFORE SHARING THE SCREENSHOTS.

Someone in the community dm'd me with SCREENSHOTS. Keep reading.

This person paid 70 pounds for a reading on February 14th, with a "quick delivery" promise too. By February 27th, no reading was delivered. But somehow, the seller had time to actively post online and scam other people.

When questioned politely, the client was met with ever changing excuses:

-"I lost electricity" -"I have arm problems" -Then suddenly a car accident involving a suicidal driver. What were the chances?

Each excuse became more and more dramatic, less coherent and very conveniently timed whenever accountability was requested. SHE KEPT LYING AND POSTPONING THE DELIVERY.

Instead of taking responsibility and delivering the reading the client paid for, the seller mocked the client, suggesting that 70 pounds was "too much" for them. Truly vile behaviour for someone that should be guiding their clients, clients who paid hard earned money for a service that was never delivered. The seller failed to deliver the service promised and when the client rightfully pushed back, she threatened them with a blacklist for DARING to expect the service they paid for.

1. If you can spend all day online defending yourself, you can spend five minutes delivering what you were paid to do. 2. If your arms are too hurt to type, they should be too hurt to post on Tumblr. 3. If you're too sick to work, you refund, you don't gaslight.

This is textbook scammer behavior: delay, distract, dramatize, threaten. And the sad part? People trusted her with not just their money, but their vulnerabilities.

While I do not condone the client's behaviour at the end of the screenshots, I also understand. Spending close to 100 dollars for a reading and getting treated like that is vile. "Please do not interrupt me while I am talking" to someone that you scammed is simply insane @vamptarot. You knew they had been waiting for weeks to get their reading from you for which they already had paid for.

Also. "In this case you made your situation worse", what happened to treating people with respect, @vamptarot? Specifically, people who paid you for a service?

SCREENSHOT EVIDENCE:

February the 14th the client requests a reading and pays for it.

2. "Text me whenever you wish" but not to get their reading, right? Also, by this time it is now FEBRUARY 21. @vamptarot promises to deliver it in 2-3 days.

3. February 27th, it has been more than 10 days already since the client paid. Still no reading. The client asks for an update and this twat lies again. Mind you, the reading should have been delivered by FEBRUARY 24TH.

4. MARCH 1ST AND 2ND. The client asks where their reading is. The scammer ghosts them.

"That is if you still want them" after a service they paid for. A classic scam. She was trying to not send the reading the client paid for.

Also, I am aware that screenshots show "today" and "yesterday" but that's because the client was screen recording back in February or March. Here is the screenshot with the DATE:

"I do not wish to work with someone who couldn't respect the rules". HOW ABOUT YOU RESPECT THE RULES AND SEND YOUR CLIENT THE READING? Or are rules arbitrary? Also threatening to blacklist them is the cherry on top.

The client waited patiently while the seller went ghost again. THEN SHE MOCKED HER CLIENT.

5. THE "ACCIDENT": Now the scammer mentions a convenient car accident (this is March 5th). More than two weeks have passed since the reading got paid for and she still hasn't delivered it. Again, she always comes up with fake shit. Notice how she always gets in accidents when it's time to actually do the things she needs to? Also, if she was actually in a car accident how come she's replying on Tumblr? After something so traumatic, nonetheless.

What a twat. "I am more concerned about being alive" and yet she still has time to cuss out the reader for asking for their 3 WEEKS AWAITED READING. THERE ARE NO EXCUSES FOR THIS BEHAVIOUR. Her wrists are messed up only when it comes to delivering the readings people paid for, fyi.

This is the part where I disagree with the client. I don't condone this but I understand why they got mad.

This is absolutely disgusting.

PLEASE keep her accountable. I cannot do this work on my own without the help of the community.

[yoiisa]

Hey Sofie!! Hope you're doing well! I wanted to make a request for a Wind breaker fic if that's okay!

Can you do a Sakura Haruka x Reader one where Reader's been pining (mutually but Sakura is so dense he doesn't even know what he's feeling) after Sakura for like a while. And like just recently figured out that they've liked him romantically.

I'm pretty sure you know how sensitive Sakura is to romantic stuff, and if you've read the manga, and has like a romantic sensor where he can tell someone has feelings just by the look in their face.

Now, what about Reader is trying their best to hide their feelings for Sakura and Sakura is like 'THEY LIKE SOMEONE?!' And that's the whole plot. They get together by the end of it.

IM REALLY SORRY IF I'M LIKE BEING TOO SPECIFIC ITS JUST THAT THIS CAME TO MY MIND AND I COULDNT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD 💔😣

Feel free to ignore if you don't like this 🙏 Thanks for reading!! 🌹

this is so cute oml. it reminded me of this time I didn't realize a guy had a crush on me until five months after we stopped talking and my friend was the one who pointed it out (ᵕ—ᴗ—) im suuuppper dense irl!

➜ in my mind, the first person to actually bring it up to Sakura would be Nirei. Like, it would be as they're leaving school for the day, and you happen to be there ➜ here's the thing though: like you said, he can still tell something's up. that blush you're rocking doesn't go unnoticed. he just thinks it's for someone else entirely

"Sakura!" you call, waving your hand. Nirei, Suo, Kiryu, Sakura, and Tsuguera come to a pause as they see you walk over. You hold some small wrapped candies out to them. "I got these in a goodie bag from the arcade. I don't like these flavors so you can have them!" Sakura, cocking his head to the side just huffs. He can feel his face growing warmer by the minute, and he's not about that. He casts his gaze off to the side and huffs, "I don't want your leftovers . . ." but he still takes them! "That was really nice of Y/N!" Nirei says as you send them a wave and walk away. "What flavors did she bring?" Kiryu asks, peaking at the wrappers in Sakura's hands. Sakura rolls his eyes and practically throws them into Nirei's hands. "Tch. Who cares? She just wanted an excuse to come over here and see Suo." When the boys all freeze and stare at him like he's grown fifty heads, all he can manage is a flustered "The fuck are you looking at?!"

➜ and here's the kicker. this goes on for months. literal months of sakura thinking that you want suo, because every time you come over, suo just happens to be nearby. ➜ you also go to suo for advice on Sakura as well, so you're spending even more time with him through that, and it really isn't helping your case here ➜ all of the other boys can tell though, that it's sakura you want, but none of them say anything: nirei feels bad for keeping quiet and tries to change the subject whenever you come up, kiryu says you could do better (which sakura wholeheartedly agrees with, completely oblivious to what kiryu's actually saying) tsuguera doesn't really care all that much, and suo? ➜ SUO THINKS IT'S HILARIOUS ➜ always one to mess with sakura, he's taking this incredibly seriously. he nods in agreement with sakura's assessments, and moans about how "it's too bad, she's such a nice girl but I'm just no interested . . . oh what to do . . ." ➜ and sakura feels bad, so he overcompensates for what suo's "lacking" ➜ he's more warm with you when you walk up to him ➜ if the two of you go somewhere together after/before school starts, like kotoha's restaurant, he'll carry your bags for you. if you see something you like, like a keychain or even one time, just a really good looking apple, by the next day, it's yours. you get worried at first that sakura's spreading his funds low over you, but he just waves you off and says it's from bofurin's influence.

"Sakura, seriously?" you sigh as he holds out a tiny stuffie of a white puppy with a black spot on its eye. "I didn't even touch it . . ." "But you wanted it didn't you?" Sakura asks before gently tossing the small dog to you. "I saw you staring at it when we walked past." "Yeah, but I didn't get it because it's a collectors edition from this brand. This must've been crazy expensive!" Sakura just shrugs. "The owner of that store gave me a discount. Said his daughter knows Umemiya or something. Said he likes Bofurin . . ." You gently stroke the soft fabric of the dog's coat. you do really like it, and the asymmetrical design kinda reminds you of Sakura. Your eyes widen as a hand comes up and pats you. When you look up through your lashes, you see Sakura's face growing pinker by the second. You feel your own cheeks heat as he says, "You wanted it, Y/N. That's . . . that's reason enough." His words are hardly a whisper, and his voice is hoarse, as if he's forcing them out. Still, it's genuine enough that it earns a bright smile from you, and a soft "Thank you."

➜ eventually sakura reaches his breaking point with suo, because he wants you! of course he wants you, who wouldn't? you're smart, talented, and beautiful! suo is so ungrateful for not appreciating you properly, and sakura tells him as much

"What's your damage asshole?" Sakura grumbles one day as he pokes a straw through his juice box. It's hot outside, and he just got finished cleaning up grafiti on the side of some convenience store. "Hmm? What do you mean?" Suo asks as he wipes his forehead on the collar of his shirt. "If you don't have feelings for her, just reject her already," Sakura snaps. "It's worse for you to drag it out and make her think she has a chance with you-" "Who're you talking about?" Hiragi asks, unwrapping his ice cream sandwich. "Y/N L/N," Suo says. "You know her?" "Oh," Hiragi says. "Eh, not all that much. I saw her at Kotoha's restaurant the other day though. She was talking about some guy thing, but I could've sworn she said 'Sakura' and not 'Suo'-"

➜ oh lordy, poor sakura's brain just breaks ➜ like full on short circuits ➜ because what the actual fuck does hiragi mean you were talking about him to kotoha? that doesn't make any sense ➜ but when he looks up at nirei and suo, they're giving him knowing smiles. ➜ he thinks back to the past four months and how you were always trying to single him out from the group. he thinks about the sparkle in your eyes whenever you saw him and how you brighten, and how your smile widens, and how- ➜ HOLY SHIT YOU LIKE HIM-

Sakura body is moving before he can even compute anything happening around him. Suddenly, his entire being is on a one track minded sprint to your side, desperate to see you. You're standing outside, taking out the trash when he turns the corner to your street. You have lounge shorts on, a loose white shirt and your hair tied in a low ponytail. You fluff your shirt's collar to try and ventilate yourself better on this hot day, and as you look up, you see Sakura. "Oh! Sakura, hi-" You hardly manage another word, as he practically collapses onto you. His arms come around your shoulders and he squeezes. "You should've told me, idiot." "W-what?" you stammer, your arms coming up to his biceps. He huffs and pulls back, staring at you. His face is so red, he looks sunburnt, but you know he's just incredibly embarrassed. "I like you too, dumbass. So . . . so you should've told me! I was thinking it was Suo this whole time!" You give him an unimpressed look. "Suo? Seriously?" "Still!" Sakura cries out before shaking his head. He wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and huffs. "Whatever. It's over now anyways. I know everything and you know everything so we're good now." You return the hug, your arms equally tight and nod.

➜ around the corner, nirei, suo, and hiragi stand there, watching the spectacle unfold ➜ hiragi is just incredibly confused, but nirei looks close to tears of happiness and suo's messaging in a separate group chat with nirei, kiryu, and tsuguera. one that they made specifically to gossip about you and sakura

suo hayato: (one attached photo) SUCCESS! ദ്ദി´ ˘ `)✧

[theclowningbusiness]

You're Bleeding

I'm lowkey picturing Origins Logan for this, but honestly it's not super specific so you can imagine any era. Also yes I'm on my period, it's a bitch

Pairing:  Logan Howlett x Reader

Tropes: Comfort

Warnings: Reader has a period/period cramps

Other tags: Reader is mentioned to be a mutant, but nothing is specified

Background: You and Logan have been dating for a short amount of time. 

Description: When you happen to get your period the day of your date night with Logan, you feel horrible and you’re forced to cancel. Logan shows you that he cares more than you knew.

    “Hey, honey,” Logan’s voice rang through your ears as he picked up the phone.

    “Hey, Lo,” you replied. You felt bad for having to call and cancel date night, but your cramps had been killing you since you’d woken up in a small puddle of your own blood. There was no way that you could go out somewhere, not tonight. “I’m really sorry, but I’ve gotta ask for a rain check on dinner tonight.”

    “Everything alright?” He replied. He was less worried about a canceled date night, more concerned with if you were okay.

    “Yeah, no big deal, I just haven’t felt good today,” you answered. You weren’t totally lying, you just didn’t explain the reason you weren’t feeling good. “I think I just need to stay in tonight and sleep.”

    “Well, call me if you need something,” he said.

    “I will,” you assured, a small smile on your face. He really was a very sweet man, when he wasn’t brooding. “I’ll call you tomorrow, hopefully we can go to dinner if I feel better.”

    “Alright, sweetheart,” he hummed through the phone. “I’ll talk to you then.”

    Your smile shifted to a frown as you hung the phone up. Truthfully, you wanted nothing more than to see Logan. You felt like being wrapped up in his arms right now could make everything feel better. That being said, you weren’t sure how Logan would react to you getting your period. Not every man was understanding about it.

    Making your way back to your couch, where you’d spent the majority of your day, you grabbed your trusty heating pad and got comfortable on the soft cushions of the sofa. Once you got settled and adjusted the heating pad so it was just right, you snatched your favorite blanket from the back of your couch.

    After a few minutes, you were just about as comfortable as you were going to get. Not that anything felt very comfortable thanks to the throbbing pain in your lower back. Sighing at the thought, you grabbed the tv remote and flicked it on. You clicked through some different options before landing on a movie you’ve seen a million times. It was comforting, and it was one of your favorites. Exactly what you needed in this moment.

    You’d spent only a few minutes watching the movie when there was a knock at the door. Great, now you had to leave your little nest on the couch to answer the knocking.

    With a huff, you threw the covers from your body, along with the heating pad, and stood. The walk to the door felt like an entire trek in your current state. Once you reached the door, you peaked out the little hole, only to see Logan taking up your entire vision.

    You were confused as to why he was at your door, but still, it made you smile just to see him after the day you’d had. Opening the door, you leaned against it lightly.

    “What did I do to deserve you showing up on my doorstep?” You asked, smiling softly at him.

    “You sounded different on the phone,” he started. “So I thought I’d come check on you.”

    God, he was so nice. It was hard to believe that you’d managed to find the perfect boyfriend, but here he was, at your door. He was being so sweet, and he looked good while doing it. It was absolutely ridiculous, and you loved every second.

    “Well since you’re here, why don’t you come in?” You offered, stepping aside.

    He stepped into your home, giving you a quick peck as he passed. Once the door was closed, he gently grabbed your shoulders and started looking over you as if giving you some sort of inspection.

    “You alright?” You asked, chuckling softly. “Or are you just giving me a check up for fun?”

    “Where’re you hurt?” He asked, his brows drawn together as he held onto your shoulders, now keeping you facing him.

    “Hurt?” You questioned, confusion clear on your face. “I’m not hurt, Lo, I’m just not feeling good,” you explained. Moving his hands from your shoulders gently, you leaned up to peck his lips. “Promise, I’m okay.”

    “Honey, I know you’re lying,” he shook his head. “Just tell me the truth. I can smell the blood on you. Your blood. So what happened?”

    “Oh,” you mumbled. You could feel your cheeks getting warm. He could smell your blood. Struggles of dating a fellow mutant, you guessed. You were positive that you’d never been so embarrassed before.

    “Did someone do something?” He asked, his fists clenching at his sides.

    “No, Logan, nobody did anything,” you sighed. “I’ll explain the blood smell if you promise not to be weird about it or something.”

    “Not be weird?” He questioned, but nodded. “I won’t be weird about it, whatever it is.”

    “It’s because it’s that time of the month,” you finally admitted. “That’s why I canceled dinner tonight. I’ve felt like shit all day, and I didn’t feel up to going out.”

    You watched Logan’s face as things seemed to click for him.

    “I guess I should’ve thought about that before interrogating you about smelling like blood,” he replied, scratching the side of his neck. He seemed to think for another moment before speaking again. “Why wouldn’t you just tell me that, honey?” He asked. His voice was soft, and it made you feel almost bad for not just telling him to begin with.

    “Didn’t know how you reacted,” you answered with a shrug. “Some men are weird, or find it gross. Or they just make it awkward. We just haven’t been dating too long, and I didn’t know what you’d think.”

    “Sweetheart,” Logan chuckled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. “I started dating you knowing that you’re a woman. I knew you’d have periods,” he hummed, looking down at you. “Anyone who gets grossed out isn’t a man, that’s a boy, and he’s an idiot.”

    Your arms wrapped around his middle as you rested your chin on his chest to return his gaze.

    “If you would’ve told me, I would’ve just offered to bring takeout and snacks. We could just have a night in instead of going out to dinner,” he explained. “I don’t care where date night is,” he added. “I just wanted to spend time with my girl.”

    “Oh fuck off,” you sniffed, your eyes beginning to tear up. Stupid hormones. “That’s so nice,” you said softly, turning your head to hide in his chest.

    Logan’s arms tightened around you and he gently swayed the two of you. He knew that you were only this emotional due to the imbalance in your body, and he was there to comfort you through that.

    “Since you’re here,” you began quietly, lifting your head. You were sure that your eyes were rimmed with red now, but you didn’t really care. “Will you stay?”

    “You think I’m gonna leave you here in pain and crying?” He replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Try again, honey,” he smiled.

    “I was just watching a movie in the living room,” you smiled softly at him. “Wanna join me?”

    “Let me go change into something comfortable, and then we’ll watch as many movies as you want,” he nodded. “Go get comfy, I’ll be there in a few,” he hummed. He reluctantly let go of you to toe off his shoes and walk off towards your bedroom.

    You made your way back into the living room, letting out a content sigh as you plopped onto the couch. Having Logan as yours was truly a blessing. You were convinced you were the luckiest fucker out there.

    Just as he said, Logan walked into your living room after a few minutes. He was wearing some plaid pajama pants and a tank that he’d left at your place for any impromptu sleepovers, like tonight.

    Logan sat next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and planting a kiss against your temple.

    “You need anything before we start watching?” He asked, kissing your cheek a few times.

    “Just you,” you replied. It was cheesy, sure, but it was true.

    “Real cute,” he teased, planting one more kiss to the side of your head before getting comfortable himself, relaxing into the couch.

    You just smiled, grabbing the remote and starting the movie over. As the two of you watched the beginning of the movie, you were adjusting and squirming, trying to get comfortable. Logan, ever observant, noticed.

    “You alright?” He hummed, giving your shoulders a squeeze.

    “Just can’t get comfortable,” you admitted with a frown. “My back is fucking killing me. Why can’t my mutation be always being comfy?” You huffed.

    “C’mere,” Logan replied, guiding you into his lap. He adjusted you until you were straddling his lap facing him.

    “You don’t mind me sitting on your lap? Since, y’know,” you trailed off, nodding downward.

    “Do you realize how much blood I’ve had on my hands?” He raised a brow, amused. “I don’t give a shit, honey. Just relax,” he said softly.

    You couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you let him guide you to lean against his chest. Your head laid on his shoulder and you closed your eyes.

    “I’ve got you,” he hummed out, his hands sliding to rest on your lower back. He started gently rubbing your back. His hands felt so warm and so big against your back. You were positive nothing felt this good.

    The two of you stayed silent, the only noise was the movie playing on your tv. Logan’s hands didn’t stop rubbing and gently kneading at your lower back.

    You were nearly asleep when you decided to speak again.

     “Thank you,” your voice was slurred with sleepiness, and the fact that your cheek was smooshed against his shoulder didn’t help.

    “Is this helping?” He asked, but you could nearly hear the smile on his lips. He knew you were on the verge of sleep, and he was happy that he could help you get comfortable.

    “Mhm,” you nodded your head against him. “But I meant for coming over. You bein’ here makes it better.”

    “I’ll be here anytime you need me,” he assured quietly. “Go to sleep, honey. I’ll carry you to bed.”

    “I love you, Logan,” you hummed. You were sleepy, sure, but you had to tell him how you felt. You’d been wanting to tell him for a little while, and at this moment, you couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. It was soon, but you’d never been more sure about anything.

    “I love you too,” he replied, kissing your head gently. “I’ll take care of you as long as you’ll let me,” he added, his voice low and rumbling through his chest.

    “You’ll never get rid of me,” you mumbled, yawning softly.

    “Good,” he said quietly, giving you a small squeeze.

    The last thing you remember thinking before falling asleep was that next time, you’d call Logan with any problem, because you knew he’d be there. He’d always be there, just for you.

[halfway-happyyy]

im sorry for filling up your inbox so much but i just love the way you write frank sm ugh

perhaps something fluffy where reader has a bad habit of not being able to sleep without music. maybe she tries her best to sleep with silence the first couple night because putting in headphones feels rude but so does playing out out loud. then she finally confesses whats been keeping her up and frank is just like… i was in the marines wtf u think i wouldnt be able to sleep?

maybe she starts playing her playlist when he finally convinces her its okay and it actually helps his nightmares (im a firm believer he would cry over pheobe bridgers songs and thats like half my playlist oops)

wait you are so right!! i too have a soft angst playlist that also contains an aggressive amount of phoebe bridgers and big thief so i get where you're coming from 100%

when she was younger, she could sleep through just about anything. a raging thunder storm, one of her parents' marijuana-infested house parties, hell, maybe even an earthquake. but if she thought about it now, she reckoned it was because the world was a much lighter place when she was young. (or maybe it wasn't - maybe it never had been, and she only perceived it that way because wasn't everything a little softer through the lens of a ten year old?)

frank was a different duck entirely. where other partners in the past had insisted on some sort of stimulus to sleep - be it the television, or the incessant crackle of the radio, he seemed content to drift off in total darkness and silence. which had been fine the first couple nights she stayed over (frank had succeeded in tiring her out to the best of his abilities), but it soon grew too challenging. she was just too used to falling asleep to her music.

she had tried her headphones only once - and though they were only separated by the space of a couple inches, she didn't like how far away they made frank feel to her. she had considered playing her music out loud, but couldn't bear the thought of keeping him up with it, so she endeavoured to suffer.

until she couldn't anymore.

after spending a pathetic portion of the evening tossing and turning, she eventually pilgrimaged to the kitchen in search of some chamomile tea (courtesy of david "that shit'll knock your ass out every damn time" lieberman).

yawning, she cracked open the novel she was reading and prayed that it, combined with the warm tea, would help lull her into even a shallow slumber.

"everythin' alright, kid?"

his usually raspy voice, made all the more gruffer under the weight of sleep startled her, before she glanced up from her page.

"yeah, sorry, frank. did I wake you?"

he scratched at the back of his head and shook it.

"nah, I got up to pee and wondered where you were."

leant against the paint-chipped doorframe, he cleared his throat.

"can't sleep?"

she wedged her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head.

"seem to be having a rough go of it, recently, to tell the truth."

frank frowned, before asking her what was on her mind.

she released a deep breath and glanced up at him.

"I have a habit of sleeping with a specific playlist on in the background, and for a multitude of reasons, I haven't been listening to it when I've stayed the night here, and it's messing with my rhythm a bit," she shrugged. "i'll get over it, I'm sure, I just need a couple more days to get used to it."

frank's frown had only deepened.

"whadya you mean you'll get over it?"

she swallowed hard, but reluctantly continued on.

"I don't want to disturb you - keep you up on account of habits I can't break."

"keep me up?" he shook his head. "baby - you gotta remember, I was in the marines. when i'm out, i'm out like a damn light." he pushed himself from the doorframe to rub a warm, reassuring hand over her back. "finish the chapter you're on, and your tea, and come back to bed, yeah? we'll listen to your music together." he pressed a kiss to her temple, and disappeared.

she sat in the warm glow of the kitchen light for a couple more minutes, in awe of the man that he was. the gesture wasn't a grand one by any means, but it meant more to her than anything, in that moment.

frank was waiting for her when she wandered back into his room, his hands linked together behind his head, and his gaze trained on the ceiling above.

"put it on kid, let's hear it."

so she did. and the first song that played was i know the end, by phoebe bridgers. frank didn't say anything, but she had fallen asleep in minutes to the feeling of his hand as it squeezed around hers thrice.

i love you.

when she wandered back out into the kitchen in the morning, frank was sipping on a cup of coffee at the table, the new york post wedged within his grasp.

"there she is," he smiled. "how'd ya sleep?"

she had woken up feeling more refreshed than she had in days.

"really well. and you?"

frank took another sip of his coffee, and savoured the flavour of it on his tongue before replying.

"I really liked that it'll all work out cover you got on there. that was somethin' else."

she smiled. "that's phoebe for you." she wrapped her arms around him from behind, and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. "thank you, for listening to my music with me."

he elicited a soft scoff. "I oughtta be thankin' you, kid. last night was the first night in a while I didn't have any nightmares."

she ignored the crack in her heart at that, and pressed another kiss to his temple.

"a million mornings, frank."

he traced a fingertip over the back of her hand and smiled.

"a million mornings, kid."

[thewertsearch]

Ask Comp 28/04

@worldweary-walker asked: Dad Egbert's genre friction with Homestuck is fun. He is about Serious Business… but he can take a joke! He has the very efficient Wallet Modus, but used a safe to store the note. A man of contrasts. A man of mystery…

Genuinely, the fact that he legitimately was a prankster despite his normie aesthetic is one of my favourite things about the man. Let's hope Dad Crocker is the same.

Anonymous asked: now that you've met her, the final Namco High character is Jane. you still can't play Namco High yet (I think the collection will automatically inform you when it's no longer spoilers) but soon. soon.

The fact that Namco High might actually include plot spoilers for Homestuck is hilarious.

In lieu of evidence to the contrary, I'm going to assume it's the only piece of Homestuck-adjacent media which actually explains the Aspects.

@honestlyvan asked: I hope whatever is going on with you is easygoing, and you don't feel too pressed about this side-project, tbh. I would also rather you take your time with it and enjoy yourself. @marineofthestars asked: 13/04? @gl1tchypyr0 asked: Are you planning anything for 4/13 because Homestuck day? Anonymous asked: so happy you're back! @ramdomartkid asked: Happy 4/13!!!!!!

Thank you - happy to be back!

Don't worry too much about the recent hiatuses - none of them have been prompted by anything serious. Sometimes, I'm just excessively busy, and need to catch my breath a little!

Anonymous asked: rereading your archive, dropping in a couple of my personal miscellaneous voice hc's while im here! John: Abed Nadir (Community) Feferi: Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls) Doc Scratch: The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

Doc Scratch as the Narrator is inspired, and Mabel fits Feferi surprisingly well.

I've still never seen Community - and, in fact, I'm not sure I even know what it's about. I know about the pizza meme, of course, and I think they play Dungeons and Dragons at one point?

Anonymous asked: Is Sally being introduced to in-fandom memes at the point in the comic where they would have been popular, or are we just going off when they stop being spoilers?

(More the latter. If people want to spread the memes around, then as long as it isn't a spoiler, it gets a pass. And frankly, the two are usually pretty close together. - Vamp)

Yeah, what usually happens with Homestuck's major memes - Pantskat, for example - is that I'll get several asks referencing it immediately after it stops being a spoiler. My spoiler policy being what it is, I'm generally made aware of them during my next ask session after the fact!

@semaphoricwave asked: Hypothetically, if somebody wanted to write a fic about your trollsona's dancestor, would that spark joy or would you rather the hypothetical somebody didn't? The story you've laid out is fascinating and I (I mean, the hypothetical somebody) would really enjoy digging into it, but I also understand if that's not something you'd be interested in people doing with your trollsonas. Also follow-up in case it does spark joy: any other facts about Sahlee Senior that would be of interest to that hypothetical somebody? Either way hope you have a good week!

Absolutely! I'd be thrilled to read any fics involving my OCs. I've DMed you a short character profile on the Hostess that you can use for reference - and if you have any specific questions, feel free to ping me!

Anonymous asked: Just r3ad thr0ugh y0ur liv3bl0g, and I want3d t0 say h0w much I l0v3d r3ading it. Sup3r happy y0u d3cid3d t0 try 0ut th3 3pil0gu3s as well!¡! @heattth asked: I just wanted to say, I've been rereading the whole liveblog and it is a very fun experience. Thank you for having written it.

Thanks a bunch - it's always nice to get messages like this.

Seeing a post's note counter go up is a very abstract way to get feedback. Like, I'm aware that a ton of people are reading (and hopefully, enjoying) the posts, but it's still hard to conceptualize - so asks like this are a great way to make it feel real. I can see irrefutable evidence that people really are having a good time on TheWertsearch dot com, which is all I really ask for.

@mhafanlol2000 asked: Do you think about how Dave and Rose’s prophesied hero’s journeys both ended in suicide. What do you think that says about them? If I have to constantly think about this then so do you.

I think what it says the most is that Sburb loves suicide. It's the default way to achieve the God Tier, after all, and according to Terezi, the game actively wants the children who play it to wrestle with their own mortality.

This, to me, is one of the most explicitly malicious aspects of the game. It's really not necessary to achieve Skaia's stated goals, and I'm unconvinced that traumatizing these children makes them more effective custodians of a universe.

@caliquill asked: dropping in to say - jane is maybe my favourite homestuck character so it brings me great joy to see you cracking at her flaws in a genuine manner. thank you :]

Jane's great so far. She's not a carbon copy of John - and, honestly, she feels like the most unique of the B2 kids so far.

Hussie already had a framework to build on with Dirk, Roxy and Jake, but Nannasprite's main traits were 'grandma', 'ghost', and 'clown', none of which should logically transfer to Jane. She had to be mostly original.

@spiddermen asked: bowman just released a new track for the 16th anniversary! it's awesome and doesnt have any spoilies, it's called on the thirteenth day

Ooh, I'd love to give it a listen!

If anyone can link me a non-spoilery upload of the song, I'd appreciate it. YouTube and Bandcamp are both danger zones, and I'm not sure where else you might find it.

@faggoatquixote asked: “GT: Right o! If a man believes hard enough in imaginary things then i dare say that makes them slightly less fake!” Sounds a lot like talk from another Page boy I know… Rufio anyone?

Which is kind of weird, right?

I assumed Jake's 'belief' schtick was due to him being a Hope Player - but Tavros has said some similar things, and he shares Jake's class, rather than his aspect.

I suppose not every character trait has to be informed by a Player's Title. After all, Jade used to be defined by her clairvoyance, and she's no Seer.

@bellcarved asked: In defense of Jake, he lives alone on an island and has literally run out of people to talk to about this (unless he were to do something like ask Jane to hand her phone to her father and got advice from him)

Oh, for sure. Everything these kids are doing wrong is totally understandable, due to their frankly bizarre home lives - and Jake, in particular, appears to have been living completely alone on that island for some time, which is bound to stunt the guy's social development.

In retrospect, I'm kind of surprised that Jade turned out as well as she did.

@bladekindeyewear asked: And as expected, Kid Bro's hair is ALSO a bird, just a different one than Dave's.

Dirk's just trying to blend in with the local fauna, like his brother before him.

@elkian asked: A fun fandom trend is to give the ectogroups portmanteau names. "Strilondes" was pretty easy, but the Prospit quartet presents some difficulties and is usually an unholy amalgamation along the lines of "Crockerberts" "Harlenglishes" and the ambitious combination of all four like "Harlegbercrockerenglishes" and so on. (I feel like there was a particular one with a lot of staying power but can't recall it exactly.) There's still Reddit threads of the debates around here and there.

This is why I just call 'em the Prospit squad.

I tried to make something that's at least pronounceable, and came up with the Harkersherts. Not a lot of English in there, though.

Anonymous asked: "and I’d bet Boondollars to donuts that Jake and Roxy have 'em too." Come on, 'boondollars to bronuts' was right there.

Damn it! I really do need to step up my bro-punning now that our second Strider has entered the story.

@ben-guy asked: (in regards to your theory about B2 Dave having memory leaks possibly making him interested in Con Air) "something about an old friend" Emphasis on the "old" in this timeline lmao

Oh, good point. It is possible that Dave could have met Poppop Crocker at some point, especially if he was in contact with his Seer sister.

Maybe it wasn't his pre-Scratch memories. Maybe he learned about Con Air directly from the source, after all. <3

Anonymous asked: ”Kneel before Cal” Lil’ dude even if you don’t Know. That’s hella ominous yo

Dirk feels like the kind of guy who doesn't realize how foreboding some of his sentences actually are. He'd do numbers on Tumblr, and you know it.

...I guess, technically, he has done numbers on Tumblr. lmao

@elkian asked: Jane-Dirk is genuinely one of my favorite character dynamics in the entire comic so I'm delighted that they're resonating with you, too! Their conversations are so fun.

Yup! As I said, I'm really happy that Jane, in particular, is not just a remix of John. The way she relates to her friends is quite different from anything we've seen from Egbert - or anyone else, for that matter.

I really hope that this friend group doesn't collapse into some sort of nightmare love quadrangle, because I really am enjoying these dynamics, and I want to see more.

Anonymous asked: Do you think that when you are done for the day you could note that? Maybe as a tag or something? Then people would know to stop checking to see if you add another post?

I would, but the problem is that I never really know if I'm actually done for the day - not until the day is already over. See, I usually just liveblog until I get distracted, and often return later in the evening for a second round - that is, if I haven't fallen asleep before I've had the chance. Perils of ADHD, I guess.

I suppose I could add such a tag the day after a liveblogging session, but that sounds like it'd be too late to be useful for your use case. :/

Anonymous asked: Okay, so Lil' Bro gave both Jake the Brobot, and Jane Sebastian. What do you think Roxy's inevitable robo-buddy will be like?

There is absolutely no universe in which it isn't a cat.

Anonymous asked: Sorry about the spoiler! A while ago, I did some testing on YouTube and incognito mode because I was curious, and I found that, unfortunately, Google isn't fooled by it. YouTube's algorithm definitely prioritizes things you watch in normal mode, presumably to be subtle about this, but it also definitely knows what you watch in incognito. The effect becomes more obvious with an account that watches zero or very few videos in normal mode. (I tested this 3-4 years ago, so I can't say for certain that the specifics haven't changed, but I don't see why they'd have stopped doing this since then.)

Targeting algorithms are just too damn good these days. All I can really do is avoid watching Homestuck videos on my main account, employ a VPN, and hope for the best.

Anonymous asked: More like DORK strider

Fuckin' get him!

@mrjocrafter asked: I mean, you did get this three months ago

Those names were listed in order of likelihood - so yes, I expected it to be Dick. I really did.

Dick Strider seemed like exactly the kind of move Hussie would pull...

@library-seraph asked: Fun fact: when Dirk's name hit the comic, people were upset it wasn't Dick. Hussie still used tumblr back then, so they made a post saying that, as a small dagger, dirk is still a dick joke, and they're annoyed people would want them to go for the lowest hanging dick joke Anonymous asked: You're not alone. A significant majority of the fandom at the time also expected "Dick", enough that Hussie actually addressed it by saying that would have been too on-the-nose. IIRC, Hussie also described "Dirk Strider" as sounding more like a male porn star's stage name, while clearly implying that this is a major upside.

...but I suppose that's exactly why they didn't.

Low-hanging fruit is all well and good, but you can't always choose the path of least resistance, or your story will just keep getting flatter.

@shelbybunny asked: remember this post you made when you liveblogged jack: ascend, and how you wished they had a poster of that sburb shot? well good news PS: i’m pretty sure you can take a look at the full store now, but i’d have someone double-check just in case

(The store is, in fact, spoiler-free now. - V)

Oh, hell yeah!

I'm not going to pretend I'm not tempted - and not just by the poster, either. Those captchalogue boards look great, too.

In order to preserve just a little bit of hope for myself, I'm not going to look up the shipping costs to Europe until tomorrow.

@clueless-rarito asked: While Dave rambles fells a lot like a stream of consciousness that just spills out randomly in the middle of conversations, Dirk's fell extremely intentional and precisely deployed, make you fell he meticulously choose each word to be as full of complete bullshit as humanly possible.

Turns out, Rose and Dave's vibes blend together almost seamlessly. I could probably have told you they would beforehand, but it's still great to see it in action!

@sanctferum asked: Heiress Sans Parent could just refer to Jane's ectobiological origins as a true paradox rather than the beta kids who have ectobiological parents. (The alpha kids are clones of themselves, after all.) Well, either a reference to that or a hint that Dad Crocker is secretly a funny skeleton man.

It better be something like that. If Dad dies again, I'm ragequitting.

@aceotaku asked: when it comes to Jane's scepticism, while being a product of the Condesce's subliminal messaging IS a possibility, Dirk raises another one: that Jane simply only believes things if she's seen them with her own eyes directly, if she has direct proof of them. She's seen prospit in her dreams, she has no reason to think anything anyone says about it is wrong. The things she dismisses are things she hasn't seen directly and thus just thinks it's not true for reasons. or maybe I'm wrong XP

Nah, that's a good take. Jane's a bit of a cautionary tale, then, about how stubborn empiricism can severely limit your understanding of a concept or situation.

Sometimes, you really do have to take a leap of faith.

@liliflower137 asked: Hello!! I only just started reading your liveblog and I just want to say I love your commentary SO much, I read it pretty late (just between it ending and it being sold to viz media so the old website was still around) so my FAVORITE part of homestuck was always the mechanics of sburb, the alchemy stuff is just so cool!! So seeing you theorize about things and talk about how data structures work makes me so so happy, I hope you're having lots of fun!!!

Thank you! I really hope we get some post-Scratch alchemy binges - but sadly, I don't think it's guaranteed, as we're unlikely to be rehashing everything we've seen before.

Even so, there's got to be more we can learn about Homestuck's alchemy system... right?

Anonymous asked: congrats on finally reaching the end of one of Homestuck's Biggest Jokes. The Gift Of Gab.

I'm still hyped over those Dialoglogs - not least because it removes the main metabarrier which was preventing these kids from hanging out in person.

Let's fucking go! It's time!

@sashonya asked: Oh yeah, just a small aside as I'm sure you're going to realize in a bit. It's better to say the full "Act 6 Act 1" instead of "Act 6.1" since the intermissions also count as "Act 6.1"

Hmm. Well, it's pretty easy for me to edit my organizational tags retroactively, so I'll see what format works the best for me, going forward.

Generally, I prefer for these tags to be shorter, though - so if Act 6.1 Intermission needs its own tag, I might write it as Act 6.1.I, or something.

@jack-off-valentine asked: When, exactly, did AH pull an Aradiabot?

I initially asked myself the same question - but by now, I've learned to treat Hussie interludes as the breaks from canon they are.

We're probably never going to be told what's up with robo-Hussie, the same way that we'll never learn why Falkor the Luck Dragon has Lord English's cueball eyes. It's just Hussie being Hussie.

@pineapple-temporarily-moving asked: "By now, Jade should know why she arranged for herself to grab the Wall - but she's acting like she only did it because Karkat told her to. Maybe I'm just misinterpreting what she's saying." future jade told karkat to tell past jade to captchalogue the window because she remembered being told that by karkat (and karkat telling her that she told him to tell her that). it is simply one of homestuck's ubiquitous causal loops and it ultimately technically was only because karkat told her to LOL

Oh, god damn it, you're probably right.

Damn stable loops and their originless information. As much as I love time travel stories, this still has to be one of the least satisfying ways you could possibly resolve a plot thread.

@sanctferum asked: So, Jade, who just became a god tier Witch with striped leggings and ruby red shoes, levels up to Sayonara Kansas as she and John embark upon the Yellow Ruler Yard. Her god-tier self was formed from her living self and Jadesprite, a version of herself too cowardly to do anything despite her incredible power. Jadesprite used to be Dream Jade, whose physical counterpart on Earth was, thanks to Grandpa's inventions, a robotic version of Jade rather than Jade herself. A tin woman, one might say. Dream Jade herself was, prior to her death, notably absent-minded in a way no other dream self has shown themselves to be. It seems likely Hussie originally intended all dream selves to be this way while "asleep", but in the end only Jade acted like her brain was sleeping along with her body. And said dream self ended up being stuffed, of course. Do I need to elaborate on who Toto is in this analogy? No, I don't think I do. Original waking Jade is Dorothy. Jade's all of the Oz cast at once!

Even better:

The climax of Dorothy's story is her learning to teleport!

[ikimaru]

you're the only one I follow who plays Genshin so sorry if this is totally random lmao, is it too late to get into the game? I played a little in 2020 but had other games I wanted to play more and never came back

Hello! no worries, and hm good question

I think if you just want to experience the game, especially the earlier regions, it's never too late because I mean.. they're the first regions you get to story wise, in terms of exploration I think most of the map is viable after you complete part of the Liyue story (2nd region)

they're also releasing the new region this summer! but at that point it's a LOT of hours of story to get through so it might take a while and that depends from if u feel like the story is still worth it after a while and getting introduced to new characters every time

in terms of combat, the most accessible parts of the game like domains and open world are playable still, as a new player, don't expect to be able to do the endgame content anytime soon if that's something ur interested in 😅 it's becoming less and less playable even for long time players with each update unless you have specific characters, teams or signature weapons

the characters: they're mostly women, I think they released 10 women since last summer and 3 men, including the next patch, just so u know lmaoo a lot of the newer characters have been kinda hit or miss as well in terms of design and general presence

so that's my recap! 👍