#it reallyy is magical

[swagging-back-to]

westerners are so fucking annoying when it comes to concerts, they go there just to scream louder than the twenty blaring speakers and the artist they paid thousands to go see.

i would genuinely pay for a plane ticket to go to japan to watch my favorite artist at a concert, bc japanese people are the only people who know how to act during concerts and they ACTUALLY LISTEN

[ravenousarts]

Redraw of a group exercise from class because I wanted to attempt the concept on my own :)

(Class version on the left, mine on the right)

[mrgladstonegander]

MORE BOOTLEG DUCKTALES ‼️team science (oops! all identity issues!) edition

team magic here

archimedes gallas / gyro = more like other versions where he's nice but this man is carrying SOOOO much guilt. insane amounts. his entire character is focused on how much his self-worth is down the drain (also hes being haunted by the narrative (phoebe/della)). also he's half japanese. based off the onagadori

cherry pekin / huey = has a similar problem to archie where she has overwhelming feelings of needing to seem mature, and responsible, where she overworks herself

sydney eggtooth-diazi / fenton = REALLYY wants to seem like a Professional Normal Dude. repressing EVERY urge to wear silly ties. sees morality in a black and white sort of way and it WILL cause problems later. he puts archie on a pedestal and its super obvious and it just makes archie more mentally ill

salem milly / gandra = planning to really lean into how she joined fowl bc they were the only ones that supported her. mainly the contrast with how the Main Family supports each other with unconditional love, the love she has is purely conditional, and she's constantly convincing herself that she Wants to do bad things, and that she doesnt care about these people, because despite how she says she only listens to herself, shes stuck to FOUL, and thats her 'family'. based on mille fleur d'uccle

frankie loon / fethry = IT IS PART OF TEAM SCIENCE‼️ after getting back to mainland after being alone at sea for four years, he joins as a janitor. pulling back the marine biology in the sense that he is interested in EVERYTHING. man of a 10000 copies. winning the idgaf war (DOES care abt how his family is disinterested in his interests but its FINE because HE cares its fine its fine. he's accepted he'll be alone). its presence WILL send everyone else into a shock about their identity. hopefully it'll happen vice versa as well

widget-time-tech / widget / gizmoduck / lil bulb = theyre being consolidated and also theyre lil bug guys now!! i dont care if you hate bugs theyre cute as shit!! widget is Usually in the little ball, but also helps control the suit with sydney. it still has anger issues so it'll make things harder for sydney rather than just silly incompetence. and it was DEFINENTLY made to be a superhero ai. no other purposes. at all. certainly not messing with the fabric of time. just helping the ppl of the town :)

mad clucktor / mad clucktor = iwhile he IS a villain he isn't necessarily a bad person. hes a physical manifestation of the part of archie that WANTS to be alive! that KNOWS his worth! he doesn't have to work himself to death to make up for his guilt!

and he's the reason why toby is even active. why he's back

toby / boyd = cannot be normal abt this sorry

he was made to be archie's idea of the "perfect boy". the perfect kid. what he wants to be what he WISHED he would be growing up. hes happy, he can do everything right, he's intelligent, he's strong. his existence is free of human doubt and anxiety, he's the perfect boy and if he was in archie's place everything would be fine

but it isnt! he gets used! toby's used for evil through no fault of his own. but he becomes a symbol of things that are "wrong" about archie. toby didn't resent anyone or be upset with how people treat him. toby doesnt have his own needs. he can do whatever people need him to do. toby was his symbol of hope but becomes a symbol of how everything with him goes wrong. he becomes an unachievable goal that archie is trying to be to make up for the existence of toby!!

and so the only way for either of them to be "truly human" is when archie learns that he doesn't have to be perfect. he never had to be. even if he's made mistakes, he still deserves to LIVE!! he doesn't have to hide his pain and discomfort for anyone!! and its okay for toby to be toby!

[sunny-lounge]

A spot. A mark. (Part 2/2)

Relationship: Sami/Jey (SamiJey)

Rating: Explicit — kissing, feelings and emotions, smut (pwp), emotional smut?, body worship, rimming, unrealistic rimming? hand jobs, coming untouched, soft and sweet, bottom!Jey, top!Sami, dirty talk, swearing..

Requested: bottom!Jey and rimming

Summary: Now that Jey's told Sami not to leave any visible marks on him... Sami finds another way to make their "time together" enjoyable while taking him apart.

Word count: 4,615

Part 1 here. / Ao3 link - part 2 / *Other Fics*

A/N: I'm sorry if anyone was expecting a clean and wholesome (although I tried to make it as sweet-ish and wholesome-ish as possible) part 2 - this is absolutely not it, it's just plain old lovey smut. So if you're not into that... Please please turn away right now.

I reallyy pushed myself with this one, but couldn't say no to a lovely request by a lovely person. So here it is. I hope that you enjoy this! 🌸🌺

[— AGAIN: I'm not a "writer" SO... Comments/Feedback would really really be appreciated (comments sec; tags; or asks- anon or not), to really just actually, and quite genuinely gauge how good or BAD this is. So I know for myself 😁. And obviously I'd really love to know if you enjoyed it! - comments are so wonderful and so motivating as well! Thank you again for reading! 🩷]

Tagging: @afterdarkprincess @fantasyismyonlyrealescape @imabillyami

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Jey has no idea how they got here, naked and desperate, with him laid out on the table. Yet here they are. One minute he is sitting on the table fully clothed. Now he's on his back naked and bare as the day he was born.

Okay, so he has someidea, he knows how they got here. And he's silently thanking whoever made this table, for making it as solid and sturdy and large as it is. Because, he knows what is about to happen, he knows what they're like, this is them.

Sami is rolling him onto his stomach, starting to slowly kiss his way down every notch on Jey's spine, every inch untouched.

Painstakingly tracing his caramel skin, tattoos scattering across it like fine art —painted on perfectly, striking and exquisite— deserving of worship. He's nosing at them, drawing them and outlining them with his tongue, making Jey jump and twitch at every lick, every swipe and every stroke. Sami's tasting them like they're dripping his flavor his very essence, like it's the most delicious taste one can experience. And to Sami, it is.

Almost all the way down, and Sami's pausing at a particular place, just above Jey's hip mouth open, hot and humid against this fleshy spot. He's biting and sucking, marking him up exactly how he knows they both like, a spot he knows will drive Jey insane, leaving a bruise - something for them both, and turning him into a puddly mess; who's currently unable to do anything but remain still with just a few escaping whimpers and taking it, just like a kitten when clamping down on it's neck, making him completely lax and pliant.

Sami stays there, continuously running his lips and tongue over lapping at it soothing it till Jey is reduced to a panting mess, mumbling incoherently back arching off the table, unable to do more. One spot shouldn't feel so damn good, so pleasurable, but Sami's mouth is magic—it's hot and wet and the delicious scrape of his beard jarring and chaffing him rubbing him raw, just the right side of uncomfortable adding to the salacious thrill of it. And Sami knowsall of Jey's spots and just how to work them.

Sami's letting out a low, pleased hum of his own—the sound vibrating right into Jey's skin, who shivers.

“Could you come from just this, Jey?” questions Sami, sounding quite taken at the idea—voice dropping unintentionally into a rumble filled full of heat, starting to feel the temperature rising himself. “Just from my mouth on you?” He's punctuating the question with another dirty open-mouthed kiss, that have Jey's toes curling and gasping.

“Dunno, Uce,” remarks Jey, despite it, sassily tossing the remark over his shoulder at Sami. “We 'bout to find out,” he adds, with a slight 'bring it on' smirk.

Sami's chuckling at that, still with the snark even in the middle of getting taken apart...but that's his Jey...and he wouldn't have it any other way, so he presses one more lingering affectionate kiss on their spot. “Another time,” mumbles Sami, into his skin.

He keeps moving, lower and lower still, mouth and hands wandering over the remaining untouched surface of Jey’s back. He reaches the dip of Jey's ass, a dimple sits right there, so he dips his tongue into it and kisses him deliberately and languidly just below—right at the base of his spine just at his tailbone.

“Ohh, fuckk,” moans Jey, barely stopping himself from rutting forward and arching back up at once.

“Hmmm, yes,” responds Sami, firmly wrapping a hand around Jey's leg at his right knee and gently nudging him to bend it up towards his chest—spreading him open.

But then Sami's just…pausing. Holding the younger man there, open and vulnerable, vulnerable like he's never been, maybe ever.

Jey can't see him, but he can hear Sami's breathing, uneven and broken, and the anticipating sound is filling the room, filling him with impatient desire. He can feel the pressure of Sami's fingertips baring down on him, flexing into the back of his thigh where Sami's spreading him apart, it's making him feel all kinds of seen; excited and aroused—it's the effect Sami has on him, the way only Sami can.

He's never felt these many emotions before, these many feelings, never having known them or experiencing them, not until Sami. This man, has opened his eyes; to things he's never known, things he's never dreamed of, opening them to new beginnings, to new choices, and to himself.

Sami's taught him so much in the short time he's walked into Jey's life, they've taught each other so much, and now, they continue to share everything together. He's never imagined any of this, of ever having something like this...with anyone, let alone someone as perfect as Sami - clichéd as it sounds.

And so he knows Sami feels the same way— they are each other's brightly lit beacon, a lighthouse where it was once alone and desolate, stale and barren. Now full of light, hope, and meaning. And most of all love.

But right now as much as he's heading towards nirvana, he's also...somewhat self-conscious.

He knows he's got nothing to worry about, he knows that, he's seen the way people look at him, the way they react to him. Most importantly he knows how Sami looks at him and reacts to him, but not just that. He knows how Sami feels about him and the way he makes it very very clear, over and over again. Just for Jey, to keep reminding him so he never forgets, and well, just because he's Sami and that's what Sami does. Always breaking down and banishing any of Jey's doubts, doubts that unfortunately keep creeping up - he's lived with it his whole life been ingrained into him. So Sami reminds him every chance—that he is good, that he is valued, and that he is adored and loved. Even, beautiful.

So, Jey has no reason to feel this way, because he knows Sami loves him and wants him. All of him. Just as he is...every bit.

But this—this is different.

“Makin' me feel a lil' self-conscious here, Uce,” chuckles Jey a little sheepish, arms folding under his head cushioning his cheek to make himself comfortable on the hard surface, resting on it turning to the side.

Though for all the self-consciousness he's feeling, the want is overriding it—too overwhelmingly turned on to be completely embarrassed, the brazenness and freeness of it bleeding right into him.

After all, this is Sami. And Sami just makes him say; feel; and dothings; things he thinks he never would but always does.

Sami hasn't moved. Still holding him open; still exposed and vulnerable.

“I'm sorry Jey," responds Sami, immediately. "It’s just stunning. You’re stunning. Just looking at you...like this...,” mutters Sami, in reverence completely spell-bound by the sight beneath him.

Jey's dark hole, flawless open and showing. Like he's displaying himself to Sami—presenting himself just for him. “So damn pretty. Did you know it's a dark coffee color, Jey? You know how much I love coffee right?...My mouth is watering, Jey, shit, just looking at it, looking at you," swallows Sami, he's almost drooling, like a ravenous dog frothing at the mouth, ready and wanting to devour.

"I can’t believe I get to see you like this and have you like this. All to myself. Just. Mine,” utters Sami, lowly possessively, hungry. Lightly stroking a single finger, down his rim, a feather like touch just once.

Jey is squirming, biting back a moan, trying to muffle it against his arm, Sami's barely there touch, the obscene way in which he's being talked to, the possessiveness, all sending shock waves of arousal crashing through him, like bolts of lightning striking in the middle of a tumultuous storm...Sami's damned mouth...his teasing touch..., he's squeezing his eyes shut tight trying to regain some sense of reality, feeling his pulse beating hard, rushing his veins in heat.

“You do,” he's finally whispering shakily. “You have me, Sami.”

Sami's turning his head to the side humming in approval, satisfied nuzzling and kissing the inside of Jey's thigh.

He lifts his head up but is staying there, unmoving, just for a few seconds longer, taking it all in. Thumbs stroking tenderly again and again over the swell of Jey's ass cheeks, savoring the moment.

There is something so sexy.. and deeply erotic about it, Sami behind him, over him, on him— and looking, only just touching him.

Jey's never felt so wanted. So desired and adored. So he's breathing, he's breathing in, he's breathing out. Letting Sami look.

Sami eventually breaks the silence. “I’d like to—I want to taste you,” he blurts out, swallowing audibly, anxiously waiting for a response. They've never done this before.

Jey's melting at once; brain short-circuiting, and all he can do is only moan in response.

“Yeah. Fuck. Yea. Please, Sami,” pleads Jey. “Please, baby. Want that.”

Sami's reeling at the unexpected response shivering at the neediness of it, but still doesn't move an inch. Jey cracks an eye open, peering over his shoulder. Wondering what's taking so long.

Sami's eyes are flickering nervously between his face and his ass. “I, um... Well I’ve never actually, you know...before.” Face flushing pink. “Not even…well, never.”

Jey twists a little more, fully focusing his attention on the blushing and endearing ginger man currently resting between his spread legs.

“Our first time, huh, Uce?” He's gathering himself up enough to offer Sami an encouraging reassuring smile over his shoulder. “I…I kind of like it. Our first times, together.”

“I do too.” smiles Sami, sweetly, like he couldn't agree more, like he’s been given a precious gift. So, Sami doesn't waste this gift for a second longer.

He's tracing a line with his nose along the under curve of Jey's voluptuous cheeks, lips parted trailing along skin almost aimlessly, wanting to just taste, and placing one final open-mouthed soft kiss on his plump mound. Jey can't stop quivering, feeling a little precious.

The feeling of Sami's breath on him, right there —scant inches away from his hot, wanting core— it's too much and not enough. He's so hard, he can feel his pulse in his dick. The anticipation of it all, the quacking expectancy…Jey thinks there is a promising chance he's going to come before Sami's even touching him properly.

It's intense, it's insane. He can't even comprehend how good he feels right now, never feeling anything like this before. And they've barely started.

“Please,” Jey lets out a broken whine, and he doesn't even know what he's asking, is it for Sami to keep moving —to finally put his mouth on him, where he really wants— or to stay here, in this moment forever barely holding on, teetering right on the edge almost there just wanting wanting wanting.

At last, Sami's lowering his head and finally licking a slow broad, and firm stripe right up the needy center of him.

Jey lets out a groan low and long; but Sami is louder, moaning like he is the one getting his hole fucked.

“Fuck,” mutters Sami to himself, except his lips are still plastered right against Jey as he's saying it—lips quivering against his wrinkled, dainty skin. He's licking him once more and Jey bucks, gasping, mouth open sharply inhaling air in like he's drowning.

“Shit,” moans Sami again, like he really is having a spiritual experience. His tongue is moving on Jey deliberately and agonizingly, long and languid lapping, motion after motion against his sensitive opening. Sami's beard is scraping deliciously against his puckered rim and his thick thighs, adding to the intensity and thrill of it. Licking him again.

Jey is gasping, feeling incredibly overwhelmed by these new and unfamiliar sensations. The fuckingsound of Sami eating him out...squelching, slurping—obscene borderline pornographic. Making him jerk and arch, rocking back desperately chasing for more of this intoxicating intimacy.

But Sami's stretching his forearm across Jey's lower back, pinning him down sufficiently, fairly restrained, but loose enough for little movements of desperation for some kind of relief.

It's all spit and burning from within, labored breathing; and all he can feel is the sensual, unrelenting strokes of Sami's thick wet muscle against his most private part. His mind is clouded with intense arousal, to the point where all he can do is try and breathe through it and just take it. Sami's groaning into him like he's in agony, and the vibration against Jey's core making him moan and gasp, trembling in pleasure. Sami's steady hand is still nudging Jey's leg open, spreading him wide, his fingers unconsciously tenderly caressing the top of his thigh close to his ass. Jey isn't even sure Sami knows he's doing it, with such tenderness, it makes him feel taken care of, even when they're like this. Half out of their minds.

“One day,” laments Sami against him. “I’m going to open you up licking you just like this,” punctuates Sami with one more agonizing swipe against Jey's puckered hole, demonstrating a little taste of what he's talking about. “And then, when you’re soaking wet for me, entrance all loose. I'm going to fuck your delicious, warm tight hole, like an animal.”

Jey cries out, the imagery of Sami's words sending electricity straight through him all the way down his spine—to where Sami's tongue is lapping at him. Without even meaning to, his hips are hitching backwards, chasing Sami's tongue, trying to fuck himself on Sami's face.

Sami's running his tongue around the tight ring of muscle, and then slurping, licking torturously at him. Jey is groaning, trying to vigorously thrust himself against Sami's tongue in response. But Sami teases him, fluttering his tongue along his entrance, using his thumb to gently press against his perineum, causing Jey to scream, and Sami's drowning in the delicious sounds he's letting out.

“Mmmnn...please.” Jey doesn’t even know what he's asking for, he just wants—no needs more. "Please Sami. Moreee, pleasee," begs Jey.

Sami is unable to do anything but answer his lover. He finally slips the tip of his tongue inside Jey's inviting heat. They're both groaning in sync at the feeling of the first breach, unable to tell who sounds more wrecked, not sure who's more far gone.

He's being penetrated by his Sami's tongue, making him cry out once again. "OH FUCK! Sami!” Jey yells, hitching forward throwing his head down and slamming it onto the table, eyes squeezing tight, almost biting his own tongue at the first sensation of feeling Sami's tongue in him. Sami's tongue is inside him— And he almost comes.

Sami is licking into him, then flicking at the smooth muscle inside slowly then roughly, quickly turning him into a moaning mess against the table, eyes rolled back into his head. Then, Sami does something to him, covering his entire rim with his lips and starts sucking hard, intimately at his hole, just the tip of his tongue still spearing into him—it has Jey screaming out sending shudder after shudder of pure ecstasy throughout his body.

Sami doesn’t stop there—not until Jey is wrecked enough to nearly crying, completely blissed out. He's massaging both of his cheeks. Still enthusiastically trying to devour Jey's entrance with his tongue.

"Fuckk...yesss!" mewls Jey, wantonly as Sami continues to sinfully eat him out unrelentingly.

F-fucking knew your—your hole would taste this good, Jey,” groans Sami, harshly behind him, and then he griiiinnds his tongue up into Jey searching for more, who's desperately trying to hold on, heaving, broken gasps and whimpers echoing through the room. Fuck, Jey never wants anything else, never needs anything else besides the way Sami's tongue feels in him right now. Like it's trying to actively split him open from behind, trying to compete with Sami's cock, that's normally so deep in him, making him feel so full and complete and satisfied with it's perfect length, thickness and girth, like it was made for him—normally ruining Jey, making him feel the sweet ache for days.

"Fuckkk!—Fu—mmmh," grunts Jey, biting his lip hard, trying to shut himself up.

He's always been a little embarrassed by it, what comes out of his mouth when he's like this, with Sami. But he can't help himself and he always ends up doing it. Only with Sami though, because Sami makes him feel so free and safe. He can never imagine doing this with anyone else.

Sami loves it, and honestly so does he. Sami has told him, too many times. He loves hearing Jey express himself in such reckless abandonment, when he's normally so rigid and coiled up and quieter outside, in front of the others. Always holding a part of himself back. But here, he let's Sami see every part of him, even the hidden parts, the embarrassing and messy parts.

And, Jey loves being able to express himself so freely, but Sami's reaction to it is even more tohim. It's the filthy nature of it all, but also the sweetness of it, being able to share it together, a connection; so he lets go. For them both.

"Oh—fuck, yess—just like thatt," hisses Jey, sucking in a breath.

Yess! that'sthespot. Please Samii..m-more...pleaseee.." begs Jey, firmly pressing his forehead into the table below using the pressure to ground himself.

“You taste so good Jey...I can't fucking stop. Your taste, your smell, your sounds—I fucking want more. I think you've ruined me," says Sami, raggedly heated, diving right back in. Poking his tongue in once again to taste, in and out, in and out, a little flick - a little flutter, to make Jey feel even better.

"Right…right there—ah, f-fuck, Sa-Sami you feel so fucking perfect in me..,” whimpers Jey.

Sami can't get enough, these sweet sounds, these pleading words, it's divine music to his ears, making him want to wreck Jey even more—so that he never stops hearing it.

He flattens his tongue sliding it across Jey's entrance, precisely flittering it against his wrinkled surface skillfully, and dipping his fat tongue into his hot velvety heat once again.

"Unghh mmn...Oh shit!...Shitt! yeah babyyy. Y-you're t-tongue! P-p-please, unhh, deeper please…!" pleads Jey, keening loud. So Sami accepts the challenge. Jey's not sure he can take anymore, he might pass out soon..

"Just like tha—Ahh, ah, ah…ahhh...SAMIII—YESS…!” howls Jey, sobbing, arching back into Sami's mouth.

Fully devoting himself to the task Sami begins to thrust his tongue in and out with fervor, trying for the same rhythm they like when it's usually his cock inside. He's being spurred on by Jey's noises; gasps and broken dry sobbing, so he allows Jey to desperately push back against his pointed muscle. Fucking himself on it, bouncing his juicy ass on Sami's thick tongue, like it was the most perfect cock he's ever had, riding it almost in a frenzy. Grabbing Sami's hair, pulling his face closer, wanting him deeper, there's only so far someone's tongue can go. And, Jey wants as much of it as possible, if only he could get more.

He cries out brokenly, his hands letting go of Sami desperately clawing at the wood underneath him for any purchase that he can find. But, Sami shows him no mercy, licking and twisting his tongue right into Jey, as far as Jey's body allows, swirling it along the soft insides of his hole, moving it around his sweet heat like a corkscrew.

"Uhhh unhh—ughh...Sami, yes yesss...just like that, baby! Right there, fuc—fuckkk," cries out Jey, getting louder, moaning at every stroke of Sami's tongue.

In and out at a steady pace, speeding up and slowing down not giving him a break, Jey is mewling, eyes rolling into the back of his head once again, looking like something from the exorcist but he doesn't care. He's never ever come even close to experiencing something like this in his life. This is the filthiest, most salacious, and erotic thing he's ever experienced, he wants more, he can't get enough, and he never wants to stop— he's addicted. He's about to come when..

Sami's gasping pulling back, and Jey let's out a whine at the loss. “You feel magnificent here,” says Sami, breathing harshly, catching his breath. “You're heat surrounding me, so hot, so tight. I can just come from this you know,” states Sami, nipping at Jey's ass cheek . “From the feeling of you trembling around my tongue. Knowing that my dick has been here and how you clamp down on me like you want to possess me every single time, with all your softness and heat and pressure. Just right, just so perfect, and just for me,” hums Sami, with another nip. And Jey is close to sobbing again.

He's breathless and stuttering, trying to respond but unable to. Instead he's a quivering mess—drooling and humping against the wood like a dog in heat. It feels good, so fucking good. He's soaking wet, saliva everywhere, running down from his rim dripping down his balls. The table is rough and hard, it's surface adding to the pleasure against his aching dick while Sami talks, where he's jerking and rutting his hips into the table, but Jey needs the friction, and he needs it now. Needing the drag and burn, the roughness, to ease this overwhelming pressure building inside of him. Feeling like he'll loose his damn mind without it.

Sami can see his boy is throbbing, red, and so hard it must hurt.

“Jey, please. Can I touch you?” Sami asks, in genuine sincerity, considering he's just been eating out Jey's ass. “I want to take care of you.”

“Sami,” Jey whimpers. “Yeah yeah, fuck please take care of me, please please, Sami, touch me, Uce. Please touch me, Sami,” babbles Jey, going out of his mind, wanting to feel more of Sami, needing the relief only he can provide.

Sami—the absolute bastard—has the nerve to grin widely at Jey's desperation, his mouth and beard scrapping at his entrance at the motion, and of course even that felt fucking unbelievable. Jey practically screams into his arm. Is this what he's been reduced to? Forever tied to this red-headed maniac who just keeps lighting his whole fucking being on fire, taking him to the heights of ecstasy, over and over, like it's nothing?

He feels Sami's slender hands slipping around his waist taking hold of his hips, pulling him up and easing him back till he's now on his knees, shoulders down. "Huh", he thinks, he kind of likes being manhandled like this—he files it away for another time.

Sami's running his hand along his length—loosely at first, teasing, but then mercifully tightening his grip, the warmth of his hand burning Jey's dick. His body is bucking forward into Sami's hand, fucking himself back on Sami's tongue. Again and again, over and over.

“Please,” Jey is back to pleading, like he's praying for something. “Shit Sami, please—I can't hold on, not gonna—.”

Sami's hand is working him thoroughly, deep firm strokes. “Then don’t. Just let go, what are you waiting for? Let me see you, Jey,” murmurs Sami, to his boyfriend—his partner—his lover, sounding completely wrecked and enthralled. Sami's tongue is curling against him utterly obscene downright inappropriately, like he's trying to scrape every last bit of ice cream from his cone, the last bit left right at the very bottom of it, licking right in.

“Want to make you feel so fucking good every minute of every day,” Sami pants breathlessly, sounding spent against him, still moving his hand up and down Jey's cock. “Want to never leave you, always want to be with you. Always want fuck you like this. Want to know everything that makes you loose control. Feast on those overtly saccharine noises you make when you're being taken apart, by me. But most of all, I want to take care of you, look after you, love you, give you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.”

And it's the way these words feel on Sami's lips, pressing, burning them into Jey's skin, branding him.

They feel like vows of dedication, a silent prayer of utter devotion, and a promise all at once. Forever and always.

Jey fucking wails as he comes, back arching and jerking, as the ecstasy keeps relentlessly rolling and rippling through him, over and over. Sami's tongue unyielding against him, hand still on his dick staying with him through ripple after ripple as he shakes and shakes. Carrying out his orgasm and carrying him through it. As an impressive amount of come is erupting out of his dick, onto Sami's hand who's finally loosening his grip, and onto the table showering all over it's surface, Jey is rocking into the mess once, twice, thrice..and again, as he's trembling through his release.

His mind goes vacant. He's too sluggish to hold himself up anymore, and he's collapsing onto the table, pinning Sami's hand awkwardly beneath him.

“C’mere,” he's slurring, curling an arm to grab behind for Sami. Waving his hand out impatiently in a 'C'mon, c'mon' gesture. “Fucking want you. Want to make you feel good too.”

Sami doesn't move, only lets out an embarrassed, self-deprecating sort of chuckle. Jey's rolling over to get a better look, blinking blurrily down at him.

Sami's half bracing himself up between Jey's legs. He's giving him an abashed smile, mouth glistening. "As much as I appreciate the offer, that's not necessary. Cause, welI—here's the thing... I was rather overwhelmed and it came over me rather by surprise—pardon the pun.”

Jey is looking at him, blinking trying to focus, trying to comprehend his words. He takes in Sami. Sami is covered in come...his own come. Categorically unquestionably dripping with it, all along his pale stomach. Jey's eyes widen in realization.

He's staring at Sami in awe. “You…from just eating me out?”

Sami pouts a little. “Just got a little carried away, that's all.” His face turning a fascinating shade of pink that Jey thinks is adorable and wants to lick right off, his mouth shining with leftover spit - lips red from its use, and his fiery hair in disarray. He is an absolute vision in Jey's eyes, wonderfully stunning and beautifully his. His Sami.

Jey wants to devour him.

“Get here right now,” demands Jey, practically growling, grabbing at Sami, whatever part he can get his hands on, battling the cumbersome slant while trying to pull Sami up his body. Good thing he's strong.

Chuckling, Sami obeys.

Finally, Jey's surging up and kissing him—messy and full of passion, full of love. Pouring all of himself into it.

He's leaning back a bit looking into Sami's beautiful bright hazel eyes. Unable to help himself, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of coppery red hair gently behind his ear. Then moving his hand slowly softly cupping Sami's jaw and brushing his thumb tenderly over his cheek. Admiring the man in front of him.

He's leaning forward again, this time slower, gently placing his lips on Sami's, giving him the softest and sweetest kiss he can muster up. Pure, innocent. There's no agenda behind it.

“You have me, Sami,” whispers Jey, tears shimmering in his eyes, overcome with emotion, “you'll always have me. As long as you want me.”

“I want you. Fuck, I want you forever, Jey,” Sami replies, without missing a beat, smiling down looking at him so sweetly and adoringly. Tears reflecting in his own eyes as he blinks them away still smiling that sweet smile of his. Then melting into Jey, face mere inches away, he whispers lovingly, “You have me too, as long as you'll have me."

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Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it! 🩷

[instantpansies]

okay. oz kids episode two

it's called 'the nome prince and the magic belt' so i'm REALLYY hoping for some ozma but. who knows

[witchbugs]

Hello!! Good morning or night or evening or afternoon or whatever it is where you live!!What do you want to happen in Fionna and cake season 2?? Like what aspects of the original series and of season one do you want to get further explored?

OHH MYGOD THANK U. HI HIHI HIII HELLO. :3 yapping ahead

UMM OK SO. personally i imagine that s2 will be either an anthology thing with each episode focusing on different mainworld or alt universe guys + fionna and cake, OR, someone will replace simon as the kind of third main character. simon’s arc is pretty wrapped up and i would love to see finn and fionna adventuring together actually !! however i feel like finn will not be a main character beyond maybe an episode or smth bc his main thing rn is how very clearly not good hes doing after jakes death + in denial about it but in together again we see that never really went away and he was always sort of waiting to see him again after death !! so any sort of a healing arc would kinda contradict that so idk !!

speaking of simon PLEASEEE give us simon and marcy moments PLEASE i was a teensy bit baffled that she was not shown in simons little happy ending healing going to therapy etc montage. we got like 15 seconds of drunk bubbline in episode 2 😭 also this is just me personally but simon and pb have the potential to be so fucking funny the in laws of all time…

im reallyy torn on whether fionna will lose her arm bc on one hand the universe is canonized now and its a canon event of sorts for all finn adjacent timelines and past lives BUT fionna ISNT a varient of him exactly a wish didnt split a new timeline like farmworld, shes created by prismo and just unintentionally inspired by finn ! so im not sure which direction the writers will go but i would think not bc shes not directly tied to his fate if that makes sense

im also quite interested to see more of fionnaworld with magic. tbh its been a bit since i watched the finale and i dont remember exact details on that to theorize rn 😭 im sure we’ll see more of jay, little destiny, i miiight be misremembering but wasnt baby finn there at the end 😭 i think this season will have less universe hopping bc theyre not running but we may see the others in farmworld etc

on one hand i desperately want to see betty BUT i know her story is kind of over and if they undo it that would be really stupid. also i have my gripes with how they wrote some of her stuff im season one but thats. another post LMAO. the best i can hope for atp is a cameo i think. betty cameo save me. save me betty cameo

hmm more characters i wanna see,,, bmo ofc always but also i think a good chunk of mainworld characters without jake will make me sad 😭 susan and frieda would be awesomesauce… lesbians… magic man as well i think he and simon should hang out… HUNTRESS WIZARD… also flame princess just occurred to me bc shes the only princess who seems to like? age? so maybe she’d have a new design :3 more finn + island humans content like with the minerva bots…

OK i think im at the point where this will stop making sense soon bc my brains real empty rn, i have less actual theories that i can remember off the top of my head and moreso just me yapping but ! THANK U FOR THE ASK HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY TOO ^_^

[sugarkei111]

HAIII!!1!1!1!1!!1 : 3 PLS CALL ME LEYNA OR MEOWZ!! (she/her)

stupid teenage girl reallyy into oso san, cutesy stuff and resident evil ☉_☉ pls dni if u r proshipper or BLmatsu..

Fandom list: Osomatsu-san/Mr. Osomatsu, Resident evil, K-ON, Tokyo mew mew, Madoka magica, smile precure, soul eater, my little pony: friendship is magic, Kubz scouts, the last of us (mostly part 1 since i haven't finished pt2 yet), silent hill, mouthwashing, little witch academia, lucky star, you me and her (kind of), Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, nitroplus, pinkpantheress, undertale, deltarune, puss in boots, vocaloid, needy streamer overload, anddd way more ^__^

I don't wanna be 2 strict but heres some things I'm not rlly comfortable with — weird jokes (ex. SA, suicide, etc) excessive cussing (ik, crazy coming from a oso san fan O_o) and thats pretty much it :3 I LOVE, LOVE LOVE. Oc x canon, especially when its with a sextuplet! so pleasee interact if u do those sort of things.

Hope u liked my terrible introduction, BYEEE (・`ω´・)

[aurim-fact-daily]

Aurim fact day 25!

uggghhh im really fuckin sleepy lol :3

but imma still try...

have i ever talked about spires yet?

spires are naturally forming large gray monoliths, they are formed from the flow of magic! when sourile tends to flow in or out from one spot. the height and size of the spire is more dependent on how much sourile flows through.

im reallyy tired and its hard to explaain riiight now, but there are a few interesting events with spires.

there was once a holy city for a large religion. however during a time of particular strife a huge spire split the city into 6 or 7 islands.

and also there are two spires at the north and south poles of the planet, HUGE ones hidden by constant storms.

[sugashook]

hey^^ i saw your reupload of the lil fishboys on twitter, but i am shy and i want to stay anonymous so i came here to say this. But this fanart inspired my new tattoo and i thought you'd like to know this. I just love your art so much :D

Here is a pic of my tattoo^^ (it's not fully done, but mostly lol)

OH MY GODSHHHHHHHHHHH REALLYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THATS SO BEAUTIFUUUUL :'( oh my gosh!!!!! reallyy?!!?!!? magical!!!!! i adore this

i will steal your leg for twt anonymously i must show everyone!!! wowowoowow

[3416]

Do you rate the police station scene in season 1 really highly? I know it’s a lot of fans favourite scene and Ronen and Rafa’s… but for some reason I don’t connect with it as much 😭 like I feel it’s a really emotionally weighted scene with a lot of vulnerability but like that’s it? I feel like I’m not seeing what every else sees in that scene and why it’s so important to the Tarlos storyline and to the characters. And beforehand TK made it clear he didn’t want anything serious which I know was more his fear speaking because of what happened with Alex and himself relapsing but then after the police station he’s agreeing to go on a sort off date with Carlos and I’m like oh wait did TK change his mind then? And then bam Tarlos were seemingly dating but not officially dating type of thing 😅 the moral of the story with this ask is me wondering why that police station scene is so special and beloved? Cause I feel like I haven’t really caught on to it.

sorry for the length of this in advance fldkjskfl. i think ronen and rafael really initially set the tone by talking about how much THEY loved it and how much it meant to them being one of the first scenes they ever read together and how they got to fixate on it for weeks/months between casting and then shooting the ep. they have a fondness for it that i think endeared fans a TON. not only that, but i do think it's one of the scenes that most palpably demonstrates their chemistry... like i don't know that a person can watch that and realistically deny that they have chemistry on all kinds of levels... and all they're doing is TALKING. it's not my #1 favorite of their scenes anymore, but i can see why people still thought that after s1 and clung to it. there's not a more open heart to heart between tarlos in s1 than that.

i do think it's a pretty pivotal scene for the characters because it adds an immediate depth to their relationship (and tk as a character) and also serves as the first indicator that this is something that will be serious. the scenes before are solely attraction based/no real talking or interest in opening up, and the scenes after are not. tk's still reeeeeally in an emotional spot in ep 3, and yet he feels this instinct to confide in carlos about relapsing and his breakup, and carlos sees that and is into him EVEN MORE after it, like kfljdsklfdsk. i'm not that baffled by the status of their relationship for most of s1. it's pretty clear they're seeing each other with no labels, and that convo in ep 10 is carlos WANTING a label for them and tk not being able to agree to it just yet. the police station scene is just the scene that pulls it all into focus early on and demonstrates that their relationship is going to be important to both of them... it was a first step in real communication, and i think it was effectively written and acted, so i get the hype. but i also think we've seen even deeper (and better imo) scenes since.

[vendimeyers]

Okay story time:

I just recently reorganized my room and I wanted to organize all my sketchbooks by date just to be super extra organized and also document when exactly all my art was from for posterity or something. And that gets harder the further back I go because the memories of the art all kinda blend together, so I was looking through this old notebook trying to figure out when this art was from. I decided around late 2013- early 2014 when I was in like 7th grade. It was when I was at like the peak of my My Little Pony obsession and I would draw nothing but ponies. And if I did wanna draw something other than ponies, I would, but they would be ponified (I actually knew when it was from because of some ponified Frozen fan art I had in there). Anyway so while I was figuring it all out I came across this:

And I just started hysterically laughing at nearly 3 in the morning from how freak’n surreal it was to stumble across some unfinished, ponified, New Dream Fanart at the peak of my Tangled obsession right as My Little Pony is ending and I can actually draw now.

[mmvalentine]

Heyy i reallyy love your writing. Could u please do an alternative inn scene (from acomaf) where rhysand asks feyre what she wants and feyre replies with 'you' instead of 'i want a distraction'?? I would very much love thatt! And also insert whatever u know u write best😉😏

OH INTERESTING okay, yeah I'll bite! Gonna just start by copy pasting a whole chunk because I quite liked the lead up but yeah let's get real divergent.

You

I murmured, "We should go to sleep."

The patter of the rain was the only sound for long moment before he said, "All right."

I crawled over the bed to the side tucked almost against the slanted ceiling and shimmied beneath the quilt. Cool, crisp sheets wrapped around me like an icy hand. But my shiver was from something else entirely as the mattress shifted, the blanket moved, and then the two candles beside the bed went out.

Darkness hit me at the same moment the warmth from his body did. It was an effort not to nudge toward it. Neither one of us moved, though.

I stared into the dark, listening to that icy rain, trying to steal the warmth from him.

"You're shivering so hard the bed is shaking," he said.

"My hair is wet," I said. It wasn't a lie.

Rhys was silent, then the mattress groaned, sinking directly behind me as his warmth poured over me. "No expectations," he said. "Just body heat." I scowled at the laughter in his voice.

But his broad hands slid under and over me: one flattening against my stomach and tugging me against the hard warmth of him, the other sliding under my ribs and arms to band around my chest, pressing his front into me. He tangled his legs with mine, and then a heavier, warmer darkness settled over us, smelling of citrus and the sea.

I lifted a hand toward that darkness, and met with a soft, silky material- his wing, cocooning and warming me. I traced my finger along it, and he shuddered, his arms tightening around me.

"Your finger... is very cold," he gritted out, the words hot on my neck.

I tried not to smile, even as I tilted my neck a bit more, hoping the heat of his breath might caress it again. I dragged my finger along his wing, the nail scraping gently against the smooth surface. Rhys tensed, his hand splaying across my stomach.

"You cruel, wicked thing," he purred, his nose grazing the exposed bit of my neck I'd arched beneath him. "Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"

"I never knew Illyrians were such sensitive babies," I said, sliding another finger down the inside of his wing.

Something hard pushed against my behind. Heat flooded me, and I went taut and loose all at once. I stroked his wing again, two fingers now, and he twitched against my backside in time with the caress.

The fingers he'd spread over my stomach began to make lazy, idle strokes. He swirled one around my navel, and I inched imperceptibly closer, grinding up against him, arching a bit more to give that other hand access to my breasts.

"Greedy," he murmured, his lips hovering over my neck. "First you terrorize me with your cold hands, now you want... want is it you want, Feyre?"

More, more, more, I almost begged him as his fingers traveled down the slope of my breasts, while his other hand continued its idle stroking along my stomach, my abdomen, slowly- so slowly- heading toward the low band of my pants and the building ache beneath it.

Rhysand's teeth scraped against my neck in a lazy caress. "What is it you want, Feyre?" He nipped at my earlobe.

What did I want?

I wanted his hands lower, and all over me. I wanted to not feel guilty anymore for Tamlin. I wanted us all to be okay and to not have to worry about a war coming our way.

"What do you want?" Rhys's words rumbled against my skin and his nails scratched lightly back and forth above my waistband.

And Cauldron damn it, at the end of the day what I really wanted was to just fuck all of it off and to just be with Rhys.

I had no idea how to say that though, without it all sounding so... trite. So human. And there was Rhys, waiting with his nose under my ear and the unliftable weight of his court on his shoulders.

What did I want?

In the end, all I could say was, "you." And it was as much a relief to admit that to myself as it was admitting it to him.

Rhys's hands stopped moving and for a second, I thought I'd said the wrong thing. He went so still- then I remembered his words.

I can't breathe when I look at you.

Let me touch you.

Because I was jealous, and pissed off...

She's mine.

And I knew better.

"You want me?" Rhys echoed, low and dangerous in the curve of my ear. He started moving again, coming up and over my body like another heavy layer of darkness.

"Yes," I whispered, and he nudged my knees apart so that he could settle between my legs.

"Is that so?" Rhys leaned his forearms either side of my face, and rolled his hips against mine so that the heavy length of him ground into me just where that ache needed the friction. I bit my lip against the things that did to me, and struggled to control my breath.

Not to be out done, I reached up and smoothed my hands across his back and up the arches of his wings. The shudder this produced had him rocking into me again, and now both of us were breathing a little hard.

"You'll be the death of me, Feyre darling," Rhys said, and then he kissed me and everything went more thoroughly dark than I had ever experienced in my life.

At the time I honestly could not have said whether this was Rhys's power flaring, or whether my mind just blanked out hard as soon as he kissed me. But what I knew is that I couldn't see anything and that just left me to feel everything a hundred times over.

The weight of his body pinning me down on the mattress.

The pull of his fingers tangling into mine just above my head.

The almost bruising pressure between my legs.

And the sure but honey-slow movement of his lips against mine, one lush press sliding into another.

Rhys groaned softly against my mouth, and I felt the sound all the way down my spine. The first touch of his tongue had me leaning up off the pillow, unable to reach for him because his hands still held mine against the bed. Rhys let go of one hand to smooth down the side of my thigh, sliding under my calf to hitch it to his hip. I threaded my freed hand through his hair, but Rhys chuckled and gently pinned it down again.

"Feyre," he purred. "Feyre, Feyre you have to tell me. What do you want?" His lips moved down the column of my throat and I struggled to answer him.

"I told you," I gasped. "I want you."

"You're going to have to be more specific," Rhys murmured against my collar bone.

"I want... everything." I lifted my hips for emphasis, and loved how his flexed in response. Rhys's mouth came down on mine again, this time hungrier and less gentle. He ground his erection into me and I moved back against him eagerly. He finally let my hands go and I twisted them around his neck, pulling him closer. The taste of him was intoxicating, all sea spray and cointreau. One of Rhys's hands slid behind my head and into my hair, and the other snaked down between us and slipped between my legs.

My moan broke the kiss, and I could hear the grin in Rhysand's voice. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked me. He moved his fingers slowly, rubbing against my clit through my pants.

"More," I groaned, and with a flicker of magic my clothes vanished and his fingers were still against my bare pussy. My nails dug into his shoulders and I couldn't care enough to be embarrassed about how loud the next moan was.

"Mmm Feyre you're so wet for me," Rhys muttered. His fingers started moving again, at first just going back and forth over my clit but I moved my hips up to him.

"More," I ground out again, tilting so that his fingers were reaching further down. Rhys took the hint and pushed inside of me, swearing softly as I started to fuck myself on his hand. Rhys's other hand came up to squeeze my breast, his thumb stroking over my peaked nipple.

"Just like that?" he asked me.

"Gods yes," I struggled out.

"Still want more?" he said. I couldn't quite formulate a response because he had just added another finger. Rhys didn't wait. He ducked his head down, and while his fingers were still pumping inside me, he sucked my clit into his mouth.

"Fuck, Rhys!"

Rhysand did not respond. Just kept flicking his tongue, while my fist tightened in his hair and my climax built behind my eyelids.

"Rhys, I'm... Ohgodsfuck," I mumbled incoherently, my brain not connecting with my tongue.

What was that darling? Rhys asked without lifting his lips. I moaned. The intimacy of him speaking right into my mind was almost unbearable right now, and in the moment I had completely forgotten we could communicate like that.

Rhys... I sent back, but even non-verbally that's all I could muster.

Are you going to come? he asked me. Are you going to come on my tongue like a good girl?

Black talons scraped down the shields of my mind and they may as well have scratched straight down my belly.

Do it, he said. Come for me.

And cauldron help me, I did. I came so hard the scream hurt my throat, and then before I could fully regain consciousness Rhys was rising back up toward me and kissing me with pussy wet lips so I could taste myself on his tongue.

"Mmmm, you," Rhys said between kisses, "are absolutely, fucking delicious." I kissed him back and tried to catch my breath, but now his cock was twitching against my over-sensitive clit and my head was empty.

"What do you think?" he asked me, grinding slow circles with his hips. "Had enough pleasure for one night? Should I let you get some sleep?"

"No, please," I whimpered. "Need you so badly." My hands clawed at his chest, tried to reach down between us to touch him.

"You know, I have had a very long time to think about how and where I want you," Rhys said. The darkness lifted a little, and I could now dimly see Rhysand's face above mine. He was so beautiful I wanted to cry. "And I never thought it'd be in a tiny room where I can't even fuck you against the wall." I shivered at the suggestion.

"I don't care where we are," I breathed. "Just want you." Rhys moved his tongue the hollow of my throat.

"Do you?" he asked softly.

"Of course. I want you, I want all of you, I want..."

Rhys cut me off by kissing me, and I had to remind myself to breathe in.

"But do you know what all is?" Rhys asked hoarsely. And then I looked into his eyes and realised that there was real fear there. That for all his swagger, the reason he kept asking was because he still wasn't sure what I wanted from him. I put my hands on his face.

"Rhysand," I said. "I want every single, beautiful, terrible, wicked, brutal, lovely part of you. Okay?"

"Okay," Rhys whispered. But he just started at me for a minute.

"Don't you want me, too?"

And that got him moving again.

"Do I want you?" Rhys slid his hands under my shoulder blades and skimmed his nose across my jaw. His fingers tightened beneath me as his teeth tugged my ear lobe and his lips began working once more. "Feyre, gods. You have no idea how much I..." He cut himself off and groaned as his erection pressed insistently against me. "Feyre."

I pushed at the waistband of his trousers and he let me, kissing my lips as he removed the rest of his clothes. And then he was completely naked above me, and his bare cock on my pussy was more teasing than I could take.

"Rhys, please," I whimpered, my fingers finally touching the length of him. A snarl rumbled out from Rhys's chest, and then he was pressing into me.

Just a little. Just the head of him. But my body caught fire, and then started to tremble as the pressure built. He was big enough that he had to wait for me to adjust, and yet the need for him pulsed through me like a madness and my nails dug into his arms so hard I might have cut him.

I breathed through my nose as Rhys pulled out and came back, pushing a little further in this time with a hiss through his teeth.

"Fuck," he whipped out, half way in with the third pass. His forehead dropped to mine and I took his bottom lip between my teeth as he finally sank all the way in, eyes snapping open as we hit the hilt.

For a second, we just stared at each other. His eyes were black, and raw, and bottomless. Then he started to move and my mind slid.

In and out, painfully slow, and as my body got used to the size of him suddenly he was perfect. Suddenly something snapped into place and being with Rhys was like breathing air. I moved with him as he picked up his pace, and with every stroke I was being filled with something better than oxygen until I was brimming with it.

But somehow the more complete I felt, it appeared the more Rhys was coming undone. He buried his face in my neck, and his movements became more frenzied, more desperate. He gathered up my legs like he just needed to be deeper and couldn't get enough, and the sounds he made were like a starving man.

And all of it felt so fucking good. I went liquid under his touch and let him devour me. Rhys drew back a little to look at me, and when he made eye contact I almost came again. My eyes rolled back, but Rhys tugged at my chin.

"Don't ask me if I want you," he said when my eyes were back on his. "I will always, always want you." Rhys gripped my hip tightly as he fucked me faster. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything." His other hand cradled the back of my skull. "I want you more than I want my next breath." And indeed his breathing was labouring now, and his movements jerked hard into me. "I want you to be mine. Mine. Mine." His hips punctuated his words, slamming into me harder and harder each time until I was out of my body and screaming and coming and trying to tell him that I already was his.

When Rhys came he shuddered and shook so hard I heard his teeth click, and maybe my shields had slipped but I swear I felt his climax rip straight through my body like it might tear me in half.

I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to.

Of course as we lay there in that tiny room, in the dark, I never wanted to move again. I wondered, and could not bring myself to ask, if it was always like this for Rhys, if this was just how good he was in bed in general, if I was just overwhelmed because I didn't have much experience with fae.

"No," Rhys said quietly. "It's never like that for me, either."

So my shields were down.

But I didn't care at all, not in this state, not when Rhys carefully pulled out and rolled me onto my side so he could pull me into his arms again, not when he cleaned us up with a breath of magic and then started stroking gently over my flank while consciousness slipped from me.

"You want me?" Rhys whispered into my hair. "You've got me, Feyre darling. You've always had me."

And that was the very last thing I heard before sleep found me.

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[estcsy]

Bestie what’s your back story in your dr? Idk if you’ve already said this tho 😭😭

I’m actually writing about my backstory and hopefully it will be done soon :D (I hope it turns out well LOLZ)

it kinda doesn’t make sense but try to stay with me PLS

I was born in mexico AYAYAY

and magic runs in my bloodline as well! but nobody in my home town knew. so that made my mom nervous I’m what people would think + she was young 😭

so then she heard that there was a magic family in colombia and she took me there??? AND LEFT ME— but it’s okay bc the madrigals took me in 💪🏼

in my dr I don’t know I have powers yet.. I originally thought I should have telekinesis bc that’s SO COOL. but now, I’m thinking about changing it into manipulating stars?? I REALLYY like stars so I’m definitely concerning it!

[btxtoclock]

finished 'the sound of magic' last night, ooof the plot was soo good and ofc, magical. and it got reallyy serious towards the end tho omg

[sewerslvtt]

the hermit: what is your favorite soda pop?

justice: favorite color of rose?

the sun: do you believe in magic?

I. help i had to look up what soda pop meant 😰😰😰😰 uhhh but probably cola or the prickly kind of orange soda :] we're kinda basic in that aspect tbh

II. uhhh not too picky tbh, though i personally quite like red or white roses, though honestly i just adore flowers in general! flowers my beloved

III. i have asked this question to myself for years and honestly i still don't know dude. i would like to believe that there is something more than just normal psychics, but honestly i couldn't giva ya a good answer on that one. though, it would be reallyy cool if magic did exist :]

[elizabeth-mitchells]

It’s funny the movie is only 2 hours long, but the characters feel much more three-dimensional than in the comic. Whilst Andy is the lead, the others are not just background extras. That’s why I prefer it. But yes, I wish we’d see more of their past adventures. They should just do a prequel. Although, maybe we'll get more in the sequel? Who knows. The thing I disliked was the dismissal of Noriko/Quynh, and the way they just left Andy, but yet welcomed Booker back? (p2)

one more long post discussing Andy and Quynh/Noriko and The Old Guard coming...

They can vex all they like about morality, but the truth is none of them know how they'd act if that happened to them. Find me a person who would be able to keep their sanity after being tortured for hundreds of years, and not feel rage and nihilism. I also don’t know whether it was for budget reasons, but changing that backstory so drastically should have consequences: Noriko was thrown overboard during a storm, Quynh was imprisoned. (p3) 

I just love Quynh to pieces. I’ll be on her defence squad even if she goes full villain in the sequel. I don’t want to, ‘cause it feels like another Dolores waiting to happen. This is a character who justifiably wants revenge, but one that is not coming from a dark place. That was my first interpretation, and I'm glad there are others that agree that Quynh is still trapped in a box in her mind, and her vengeance is a result of fear and loneliness. Not psychopathy. (p4)

I got to be honest with you, I’m not actually sure about the comics. In volume 2 it seemed like Rucka is going full Marvel/DC, and there are hints that there are opposing forces. Someone pointed out that Noriko’s henchman is also an immortal. So it’s possible that in volume 3 we’ll have the Old Guard and Noriko’s super villain team. I hope not, but we might be going in that direction. (p5)

Okay, I’m excited. First of all, yes! The characters feel so much more developed in the movie. This has have a lot to do with Gina’s magic and talent! But also Greg said, I don’t know if it was an interview or on the second volume that it was a conscious effort when writing the movie to work on the other characters, specially on Nile, and I’m so thankful for that!

I would Really love a sequel. Those few centuries when it was just Andy, Quynh, Joe and Nicky? Yes please! I’m not sure they’d go for a prequel instead of a sequel though. But! I am confident a sequel would show plenty of flashbacks, even the comic does it. And I’d be very excited about that.

I haven’t thought about the fact that not only they basically abandon Andy at the end of the volume two for also let Booker back like it’s nothing. That ending is really the number one thing bothering me of the entire Old Guard world. It feels even a bit out of character for Andy in my opinion? Andy at the end of the movie: you reminded me there’s people still worth fighting for. But Andy at the end of the comics volume 2: nope. nothing is worth it. leave me here to die.  like ????

Oh Quynh’s backstory. First of all, I hope a sequel would give us even more backstory, about Andy and Quynh, where they come from really and more about what they did together and their relationship. About that change in the movie. I don’t know how I feel about it? On one hand, the movie seems much more cruel! But it would explain more about why she is so angry, instead of falling off the ship.

Count me in on Quynh’s defense squad!! I reallyy hope I won’t be disappointed but I want to be an optimist and I really want to believe Greg will pull of a redemption arc for these characters. I agree with what you said there. Plus, from what we’ve seen on the comics, she’s struggling, she’s angry, but I don’t think she’s completely lost herself. I have all my hopes in her. 

Yeah, I’m a bit scared about the comic, but as I said, I want to be an optimistic. It looks like it’ll be though, and might fall on some cliches, if it’ll be just one big fight of good guys vs. bad guys. But I want to put my hopes on Andy and Noriko being good for each other, on Nile’s influence, and on the fact that in the comics Andy and Noriko still haven’t heard about Copley’s research, have they? There’s hope and so many reasons they can solve this. I’m thinking the third volume might end up looking more like the ending of the movie. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s volume 2 that Andy loses her immortality and along with Noriko find that “you reminded me there’s people still worth fighting for” that I loved so much in the movie but the comics robbed us.