#it was originally just supposed to be me and one friend. so. this was not the plan

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Helping Hands.

Best Friend!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (18+)

Initially I was inspired by this prompt from @daisy-is-a-writer but i think the idea kind of strayed from the original prompt a little bit but it is what it is 🤷‍♀️ Also it's kinda smutty but it also got kinda mushy-romantic at the end so take it as it is. ALSO not proof-read so sorry if there are a few mistakes.

Word Count: 3,368

Warnings:Drugs/Mentions of weed, Sharing beds, Mutual Masturbation, Hand-jobs, Oral Sex (F Rec), Vaginal fingering, P in V sex. I think that's it for all the tags, but in case I missed something don't hesitate to send me a message.

Masterlist // Steve Harrington Masterlist

You and Steve had always been close. As close as two best friends could be. Wherever you were he followed, and he would very seldom be without you. It was just the way it was between you. 

But that didn’t mean that the lines between friendships didn't get a little blurred sometimes.

Times like tonight, where you'd spend the night after sharing one of Eddie’s joints, passing it from your hand to his, until you're both feeling pleasantly mellow. A movie playing quietly in the background, ignored as your head slumps against his shoulder, your half-lidded eyes almost fluttering closed.

“Alright, that's enough tv for you.” Steve mutters, reaching for the remote and flicking the television off to a dark screen.

“Hey, I was watching that!” you protest, despite your stifled yawn that you try your best to hide.

“No you weren’t.” he laughs at you softly. “C’mon you’re almost falling asleep there!”

“Alright, alright.” you whine, admitting defeat. “Can I crash here tonight? I don’t think I can quite face going home yet.”

“It’s a good job I already made the bed up then, isn’t it.” he says, getting up and extending a hand out to you to pull you up from the couch.

He leads you to his room, and it’s exactly the same as it has always been. Very boyish in its decor with the dark blue curtains that stop almost any kind of light from streaming in through the windows, and its plaid patterned wallpaper. There’s a few trophies from his high-school years that sit along the top of his dresser, basketball, swim team, even a medal from running track, although it's a bronze medal so it doesn't quite sit as proudly as his other achievements. 

“Make yourself comfortable, don't hesitate to call me if you need anything.”  he says kindly before turning his back as he starts to walk out the door. 

“Wait, Steve, Where are you going?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I was going to sleep on the couch, figured I'd give you the space.” He says, his mouth upturned in a sweet smile.

“I'm not going to turf you out of your own bed. Come on over here, there's plenty of space for the both of us, and besides it's not like we haven't shared a bed before.”

It had happened more than either of you cared to admit, and more than that, when it did happen you'd somehow find each other in the night and snuggle against each other before quickly separating in the morning with embarrassed flushes and pretending that nothing happened. 

You lifted up the duvet for him to join you underneath them, before looking at him with a happy smile and a wish of ‘goodnight’ and then turning over to rest your head on the pillow.

He bid you a goodnight in return, and reached out to his bedside table to flick the small table lamp off, shrouding the room in a cosy darkness before falling asleep right beside you.

And sleep might have been just the thing that you needed, but for some reason your brain wouldn’t let you fully fall. Perhaps the last little remnants of the evening’s high was still floating around in your system because after fitfully tossing and turning you admitted defeat and carefully sat up so as not to disturb Steve, who had indeed fallen asleep clutching to your side, with his big hand splayed on the soft skin of your stomach where your t-shirt had ridden up.

Supposing you hadn’t been as quiet as you hoped to be, because your stirring had awoken Steve with soft grumble as he lifted his messy bed-head from resting into your neck. His dark eyelashes fluttered open as he reached over to flick on his bedside lamp, illuminating the dark room in a warm golden light. 

“You can’t sleep huh?” he mumbles quietly, his voice husky with that drowsy drawl.

“Sorry I woke you up, I just can’t settle. I think my brain is still working overtime.”

“Well let’s see if we can’t figure out a way to make your brain good and tired.” he said with a mischievous smile beginning to pull across his lips.

“What have you got cooking up in that brain of yours, Harrington?” you asked warily, eyeing him with a cautious glance, unsure of whatever he was going to say next. 

“Well, I was just going to suggest what I always do when I can’t sleep.” he says.

“Which is?”

“I jerk off,” he says plainly. 

You scoff at his crude suggestion to remedy your troubles, which earns you a deep chuckle that resonates through his body. Maybe Steve was also still experiencing the last remains of the weed in his system, because he was never usually this brazen with his words, especially not with you.

“Steve, that’s not helping.” you dismiss. “I need a real answer.”

“I'm serious, having an orgasm just tires your brain out and settles your nervous system or some shit. Clearly I don't know the science behind it, but it works, trust me.”

Trust me. Those two little words that he knew meant that he had you playing into the palm of his hands. 

“Okay, let's say that I take your advice, it's not like I can do it with you here.”

“Why not?” he asks with a shake of his head as if he's not following your train of thought.

“Because it would be weird”

It would be weird. It would be so weird, wouldn’t it? You couldn’t just slip your hand below the waistband of your underwear, get yourself off in the hopes of tiring yourself out all whilst laying next to your best friend.

“Doesn't have to be, I could join you so you wouldn't be alone.” He offers. 

“Join me?”

“Yeah, like you can do your thing, and I can do my thing. It doesn't have to be a big deal.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly, like what he was saying was the most normal thing in the world. “C’mon, you know I’m right. When have I ever steered you wrong.”

You weigh up your options in your brain, and with a little bit of the weed still clouding your better judgement you decide to throw all caution to the wind as you turn to Steve with a smile.

“Atta girl” he smirks back at you with a cocky confidence.

You slowly reach your hand down your body, chancing a glance in his direction to see him follow your actions

And sure enough he is. His fist slips beneath the rumpled bed sheets, beneath the band of his boxers and slowly starts stroking. Although his movements are concealed by the material you can clearly see the outline of his bulge as he begins to work himself up, with his face flushing a pretty pink hue across his cheeks.

Your own fingers are rounding your clit in tentative circles as you follow his direction whilst the fingers of your other hand creep underneath your sleep shirt to toy with your nipples, rolling them between a thumb and a forefinger to pebbled peek.

And for a moment you almost forget where you are until you hear a little groaned moan come from beside you.

“Fuck…that’s not fair, you can’t do that.” he says, shifting his weight to look at you.

“Do what?”

“You can’t tease your nipples like that and not show me, I mean like, come on, at least give me a little something to work with here, please.” he says with a shudder as his hand movements slow just a bit.

Wordlessly you let your hand slip from your panties to pull your shirt over your head, and a burning heat spikes into ignition when you hear Steve let out an appreciative little moan as his hungry eyes rake over your naked tits.

“Fuck, I just knew they'd be as pretty as the rest of you.”

“What about you Stevie? I’ve shown you something, what do I get in exchange, huh?” you taunt, pinching a twist to your nipples just to tease him before slipping your other hand back down your body, beneath the waistband of your panties and running your fingers in circles around your clit, letting a soft whine fall from your open lips.

“You wanna watch me? Is that what this is? You wanna watch me stroke my cock for you, Pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. That was a new one. Steve only ever referred to you by name, but you couldn’t ignore the flaring heat that burned in the pit of your stomach at hearing his dropped voice rumble out this new pet name.

Without more than a shy nod of your head and a whispered plea of ‘yes’ Steve obliged you, slipping his boxers down his strong thighs and once more wrapping his huge fist around his cock.

It was no surprise to you that Steve was more than generously endowed. The bulge that he sported in his favoured too-light, too-tight Levis left very little to the imagination, but there was something about seeing it up close like this. Seeing it in his big hands, slick and aching, dripping with needy arousal from his reddened tip that left you with an eagerness to learn every little thing that made him tick. To know everything he thinks about in his solitary moments of pleasure.

He strokes his fist up and down his length, matching your speed as you circle your clit once more underneath your panties.

“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not.” he stutters out, flushing pink when his thumb sweeps over the bead of pre-cum that dribbled from his tip before gliding back down his cock.

“All you had to do was ask.” you smirk before stripping your panties down your legs.

The air between you both is electrically charged. This is a new and unknown territory of your friendship that you’ve crossed into, but you can’t help but feel safe with Steve. It doesn’t feel as weird as it should, it actually feels right, and it almost feels like the lines between friendship and more could be blurred without anything to worry about.

Your eager eyes watch him with a lustful gaze. Watching as he works his fist over himself in strong steady strokes, twisting his fist tighter when he reaches his reddened tip.

 “Does that feel good, Stevie?” you ask coyly, wanting to know every little thing that he likes.

“Yeah, it feels real good.” he huffs, with little strands of dark hair matting to his sweat-beaded forehead. 

Your hand has long since trailed from your underwear, suddenly becoming more interested in the exploration of Steve’s body than getting yourself off. Your wandering hands carefully make their way to his stomach, feeling how the muscles in his soft tummy clench with every stroke of his cock, feeling the soft smattering of dark hair that trails so nicely down to where you long to touch him the most.

“You know it’s always you that I think about.” Steve starts with a breath. “I think about what it would feel like to have your hands on me like this.”

“You mean like this.” you ask, gaining in confidence, reaching to place your hand over Steve’s as he keeps stroking his cock. 

“Yeah, yeah…” he whines a little, letting his own hand slip from his length just to revel in the feeling of your smaller hands tugging so keenly over every sensitive ridge and pulsing vein. “Just a…oh god..a little tighter please..” he says almost breathlessly.

You lean closer to him, bringing your lips just a hair’s breadth away from his tip, pursing your lips just enough to let a string of spit drool from your sinful lips, before coasting your hand down his length with a spit-slick fist.

Steve’s trying his level best to fight against the need to cant his hips up to meet the movements of your hands, but his stomach is swimming with pleasure and he feels like he could come at any moment. As much as he’s enjoying himself, and how you’re bringing him to the edge he can’t help but feel selfish for how the tables have turned focus on him. This was supposed to be all about you, and now he was here about to blow from possibly the best hand-job he’s ever had like some fucking horny teenager.

“Stop..Stop..Please..Stop.” he manages to get out between stuttered breaths.

“Did I do something wrong?” you ask, suddenly worried that of course this was too much for him. Of course you should never have crossed this boundary with him, how could you have been so stupid to let your own horny emotions take over like that only to just ruin your friendship with the one person you care about the most.

“No, not at all I just didn’t want to come like some pathetic teenager.” He laughs easily at his own expense. 

And suddenly the weight from your chest is eased just like that. No worries. No awkward moments. Just you and Steve.

“Let me focus on you for a little bit..please..” he pleads with you with a glint in his honeyed hazel brown eyes. 

“Okay.” You smile

And in nothing more than the quickest of flashes Steve's body is hovering over your, propped up by a hand pressing into the mattress, caging you safely beneath his strong arms. 

“If I'm doing this, I wanna do it right.” He says softly, leaning close until his nose is almost bumping against yours. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod and it's all the go-ahead that Steve needs before he's capturing your lips in a heated kiss, and gently nibbling the plushness of your lower lip before slipping his tongue in to brush against yours. One of his hands cups your cheek tenderly as he moans into a kiss that is more than leaving you a little breathless.

His kissed work lower, one placed at the corner of your mouth, then a trail peppered down the side of your neck where he takes the opportunity to get a bit aggressive with his kisses enough to know that there’s certainly going to be a bruise that you’re going to have to cover with high-neck shirt tomorrow.

His lips descend lower down your body, stopping to press kisses over your breasts, giving each one attention as he kisses a nipple and pulls it between his lips, and releases it with a wet pop until it peaks to a rosy bud.

Then his sloppy kisses inch down your stomach, further and further down until he’s finally where he wants to be. Right between your thighs.

A lazy smile pulls at his lips as he flicks his gaze from your awaiting core to your eyes, and then in a bold move his tongue darts out from between his lips to swipe a broad stroke, gliding over every slick inch of you, tasting you in the way he always dreamed of doing. 

His tongue explores your wet cunt like a man starved, pressing as close as he can, his nose nudging against your clit so deliciously as he links his tongue over your most sensitive parts.

Your hands can barely resist diving into his hair as you gently tug fistfuls of soft brown strands between your fingers, and as you do you're rewarded with a deep growl that soon turns into moan that vibrates against you as he brings you closer and closer to an earth-shattering high. With his tongue flicking over your clit so intently, he takes the time to slip two of his thick fingers into your tight wet cunt, curling them just right to have you grinding down into his touch. All the while he’s eagerly rutting his hips into the mattress below, spurred on by the soundtrack of your little whines of pleasure, desperate to relieve the straining pressure of his needy cock.

“Come on pretty baby, I know you wanna come for me, I can feel the way you're clenching down on my fingers.” Steve’s voice rumbles.

He continues the pleasure you like that for a while, tasting every inch of you that he can, until you can take it no longer and everything around fades into the background and all you can focus on is how good Steve is making you feel. The tight knot in the pit of your stomach finally snaps as you find your release, shuddering through the high of your orgasm as you ride it out against Steve’s face.

“That’s it…’atta girl..give it to me, sweetheart…” he smirks against you as his tongue kitten licks you down from your high, bringing you back into a world where you are safe with him.

As he pulls away from you, the glistening evidence of your arousal shining on his pretty pink lips you can’t help the breathless laugh that escapes you.

“That good, huh?” Steve smirks at you all too proudly.

“Come here, you look like you need some help with that.” you retort, flicking your gaze down to where his cock was still rock-hard between his legs.

“A-are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you into anythi-” he begins.

“-Steve, if I don’t get you inside me in the next few seconds I’m going to go crazy.” you cut him off with your eager enthusiasm.

“Right, I hear you. Loud and clear.” he nods, coming up to situate his body between your legs.

He reaches down to his cock to guide himself into your awaiting folds, pushing in slowly with a shuddering groan until you’re as full of him as you can take.

He takes a quiet moment to lean forward to press a kiss to your lips before speaking.

“I’m not gonna last long…Fuck..I swear I’ll make it up to you…”

Hooking your legs around his hips you draw him closer to you.

“There’s always round two if you’re up for it, Harrington.” you say, leaving a kiss to his flushed red cheek as you do.

Then in a flash of energy he's pistoning his hips into you with everything he’s got, giving your deep pounding thrusts that make you feel every throbbing inch of his cock as it spears into your tight cunt.

His chestnut strand flop down in front of his lust-blown hazel brown eyes, rocking into with vigorous movements. His big hands hold on to your hips enough to leave fingerprint bruises on your skin as he fucks himself into you.

His thrusts get sloppier and sloppier, before he sheaths himself into you one more time and then quickly pulls out to tug a fist over his cock in quick strokes and splatter his cum over the soft pudge of your stomach. Glazing your skin in the hot ropes of his arousal.

His shaky form flops down onto the bed beside you as his chest rises and falls with exhausted breaths, his tanned and freckled skin is awash with a firm rose sheen.

“Hang on, I’m just going to get something to clean you up.” he says sweetly.

And before you know it he’s back with a warm wash-cloth swiping his mess from your skin with the gentlest of touches.

When everything is cleaned up and both of you feel the pull of being well and truly tired out you fall asleep holding on to each other, his arms holding you close, and your legs tangled with his, under the comforting warmth of his bedsheets.

“Stevie, what does this mean?” you can’t help the niggling feeling of doubt creeping in “Y’know, what does this mean for us now?”

“It means I love you more than a friend, always have, probably always will.” he assures your worries with a soft kiss pressed to your forehead. “Go to sleep now, we can talk more in the morning, right now I just want to hold you.”

That was all you needed to hear. To know that you were safe in the arms of your best friend. Safe in the love of your Stevie.

@abitchyouhate @penguinsandpotterheads @eddiesxangel @mrsjellymunson @ali-r3n @seatnights @rebelfell

[jesswritesthat]

Aoba-Johsai: That One

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff, humour

• You were certain you could avoid extracurriculars in high school, so when unexpectedly roped into the volleyball club, you’re difficult - much like the players who come with it.

Warnings: None

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Why you'd actually attended one of these overzealous events still mystified you, the outcome unaffected whether you were present or off galavanting elsewhere like you'd originally intended - but it was a sense of duty that kept you in the stadium that morning. In fact, watching fellow classmates of Aoba Johsai compete in their Volleyball match had made you forget why you usually avoided such things in the first place.

"Ready? Okay - Go Oikawa, you're amazing!" The girlish screams of neighbouring spectators caused you to wince at their volume, followed by a bunch of giggles as the Setter shot them a charming smile.

Ah. That was why.

You held no resentment toward the Setter as you'd never become acquainted enough to make such judgments, nor were you one of his devoted fangirls either (unlike the majority of squealing females in your proximity) - but the unlimited flattery he was bathed in at school was another story.

"Whose that one, y'know the guy ready to throttle Oikawa?" Came your causal tone when politely questioning the girls and vaguely gesturing to the male being restrained by his teammate.

"Oh, that's Iwaizumi Hajime, he's the Ace of the team." One of them happily replied, to which you mischievously hummed in approval.

"Iwaizumi huh..."

It shocked them further when you leaned over the railing, shouting down to the teams below with sadistic enjoyment lacing your tone.

"Get him Iwaizumi! Throttle him will you?"

The unconventional encouraging cheer caught the teams’ attention over the contrastingly gushing ones, any tension Iwaizumi held was replaced by confusion and Oikawa exchanged a quizzical glance with him. Interested eyes befell your relaxed figure up by the railing as you smirked down rather proudly with the Setter pouting at your remark.

"Well would you look at that? I got the whole teams attention..." The trio of fangirls remained dumbfounded at how you'd achieved such a feat considering you barely knew their names whilst you gave a kind smile before turning back to the skeptical glances of Seijoh.

"I hope you guys win or whatever, all the best." You offered little more than a careless salute as you left, the Ace mirroring the gesture with a raised brow.

"I stand corrected Iwa-chan, I suppose one girl was watching you rather than me."

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Much to the Teams' unanimous chagrin, you remained an elusive enigma ever since that game, leaving them enchanted by your first unorthodox impression. Yet, due to lack of identification and only a brief distant glance of characteristics, they couldn't track you down no matter their efforts.

Fortunately for them, Coach Mizoguchi requested your presence in the gym as you'd expected since he was the one who'd encouraged you to watch a game in the first place and were prepared for a mild scolding.

"(L/n), you've just started your second year and you need to dedicate yourself more..." Coach Mizoguchi gave an exasperated sigh, almost as if begging you to become enthused with motivation.

Instead, you offered a haphazard shrug with a sense of innocence exuding from your figure despite the matter-of-fact tone you'd donned.

"I attended the game."

"And left." The Coach emphasised, bringing his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"In my defence, you never specified how long I had to stay, only that I show up - which I did." You wittily returned and due to being a family friend, Sadayuki was accustomed to such characteristics.

"That wasn't the point of the activity (Y/n)..."

"Look, I'll just tell the headmaster you did your best or whatever and that sport isn't my thing okay? Win win for the both of us." Coach Irihata eavesdropped on the exchange from his place on the bench, watching as you waved off his colleague with a pleased smile before being interrupted by the entry of the players.

Oikawa immediately recognised you, a heart stopping grin already decorating his lips and enhancing his cheery voice.

"(L/n)-chan~ Iwa won that game for you by the way."

Since you had the intention of leaving anyway, you spun to meet the second year players rather cooley with a skeptical brow before locking eyes with a grinning Tōru. Once again, it was his scowling partner that caught your attention as you side stepped the Setter to address Iwaizumi.

"Hey, did you get him in the end?"

"Hm? Yeah, for something else though - and this." The player was surprised at first, features softening ever so slightly prior to issuing a proud smirk as he slapped Oikawa upside the head for his initial greeting.

"Nice, later guys."

The entire team collectively followed your figure out, diverting their gaze back to their Head Coach who wore a suspiciously conniving smile - one that signified a plan had been set in motion.

Admittedly, you found the following ordeal rather infuriating, consistently being summoned to the gymnasium for trivial circumstances by both Coaches - who also had the audacity to request favours under the pretence that 'it's not like you have an extracurricular to attend'.

It was refreshing for the team however, to have a classmate in their presence who wasn't drawn in solely for their pretty Setter and instead would contribute to his mockery. You didn't realise the consequences of your actions at that point, nor recognise the underlying scheming taking place ever since you'd first walked into the gymnasium seven months ago - not until you'd been dragged to the final tournament of the year. In their bus.

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Since you were able to miss the previous two tournaments, you figured this would be no different. Afterall you’d (reluctantly) attended every practice match they’d had, including those at other schools, and (begrudgingly) helped out at their training camps due to Irihata-Senseis’ unrelenting insistence. Unfortunately your theoretical exemption pass had expired as you now stood before the sport centre reception desk with an exasperated expression.

"And whose this?" The registrar curiously questioned, faltering in his notes once marking off the Coaches’ names.

You were ready to excuse yourself to get some lunch, understanding that only team associates were allowed access beyond this point, and by the puzzled expression of Seijoh they hadn't really thought of that.

"The team manager." Coach Irihata victoriously smirked, his original goal finally coming to fruition, and in the midst of sniggering players you could only glare at Mizoguchi who 'feigned innocence'.

They conspired against you this whole damn time?! For this?!

Safe to say lunch would have to wait much like your revenge as Mattsun and Makki prevented escape by slinging their arms around you and ushering you through the doors ripping you all the while.

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"Why me?"

You didn't spare a glance to Coach Irihata who now sat beside you on the bench during the teams’ preparation time, the gentleman flicking to your jaded expression that screamed murder which caused him to chuckle.

"Because (L/n), you managed to get the entire teams’ attention in the midst of a match seven months ago."

"Tch, knew I should've skipped it." Was your bitter reply, still aggravated by the fact they’d concocted this elaborated scheme just for a shot at getting you to agree to a position you didn’t even apply for.

"I'm glad you didn't, they've been more lively since you've attended practices whether to impress you or due to the atmosphere you bring I'm not certain." Irihata calmly explained with a fond smile, one you were all to glad to sarcastically amend.

"Attended practice? You and Coach Mizoguchi kept requesting me."

"Well I'm far too old to be filling water bottles (L/n)."

"Sure..." That alongside aiding individual members, setting up the court, and generally lending assistance anywhere necessary whenever you were present.

It was silent for a moment, one of contemplation and reflection on the time you’d spent with the VBC before Coach spoke once more. This time out of consideration.

"If you really don't want to be apart of this then you can quit after this game, Mizoguchi has logged your time here for your report anyhow. I just ask that you lend your support to them once, it'll mean more than you believe."

"Yo, (L/n)."

You snapped to the current Captain who’d approached the bench, standing to meet your upperclassmen with a hint of confusion regarding his somewhat relaxed demeanour.

"This'll be the last tournament for us third years, so you've gotta look after the team once we're gone okay? Oikawa will no doubt be an interesting Captain."

"Aye, the second years are in the changing rooms arguing over who gets to buy you lunch. I think you're set (Y/n) but we're still counting on you." The vice captain joined you now, resting an arm on his friends shoulder with a knowing smile.

In response, you proudly nodded as the two jogged onto the court wearing cheerful grins and you once more sat beside a smug Coach Irihata.

"Fine. One tournament, got it? And no more memos to my teachers after this."

"Deal."

Credit to him, the Coach upheld his end of the bargain with no invites requiring your presence in the gymnasium - even after the final practice of your second year. Of course, by then, you willingly showed up to meet your team for practices and remained until they were over, occasionally devoting extra hours if one of those idiots were determined to hone their skills.

But that’s just the start of managing the Seijoh VBC, especially with third year ahead of you.

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A/N: Are we feeling more of this? Because I have ideas for another part… please let me know, thank you!

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[iteratorsex]

Five Pebbles Artificer Pearl Rewrites (Part 1)

I've lately been really frustrated with the amount of missed potential in FP's Artificer-exclusive pearl readings. Whether it be mischaracterization of him, constant repetition, or just a general lack of interesting perspective on anything from him.

There are a few good ones, of course! Not to say its all bad. Either way, I decided it would make me feel a bit better if I just rewrote some of them myself.

Original pearl dialogue can be read here for comparison

Outskirts - Light Blue

This pearl is an amulet of a mantra repeated thousands of times over, ending with a termination verse. It is meant to be symbolic of the cycle, something I’m sure you’re more than familiar with. These were worn as decorations on garments such as necklaces. Some in sets of hundreds. These sets were nearly identical, with very minor variation between them. It was believed that it somehow reflected the wearer’s soul or state of mind. A single lost pearl bores very little significance. I am sure the scavengers have more use for this than I would.

Outskirts - Light Pink

An asset management log. Used in recording the structural health for a large collection of surface facilities over a long period of time. Most of this information is already on my record, but the log on this pearl is slightly more up to date. … These logs were rather useless. It took generations upon generations of master architects and engineers to uphold the facilities you crawl through now. They would have survived through the cloudbursts just fine, even without the extra microbial protection. It was likely just to please the safety councils. But thank you, I suppose.

(Yes, the first part is the same. I did add some more though.)

Garbage Wastes - Viridian

This is one of my own pearls, or part of it. It is a methodology for global ascension. A poor one, at that. I attempted to scramble the pearl and throw it away. But seeing as its back in my possession, I’ve not buried it far enough. It was quite an overreaction in hindsight. I still stand by many of my arguments, but I conducted my point poorly. There are many obvious flaws in this essay. My thesis was very quickly rejected because of my inexperience. Discussing new ideas with my peers was difficult. Many were steeped in their traditions and taboos, comfortable where they were. … Some still listened, considered my theories. I met my closest friend through these group debates I so frequently participated in. As I got older I began to understand that I needed to take matters into my own hands. …I  believed it was for the better. That I could set an example. I was desperate. But I was far too hasty, thinking I would get better results that way. And  in the process I’ve doomed both her and myself. Those mistakes I made when I was younger seem much smaller in comparison now. There is nothing I can do but continue forward.

Shaded Citadel - Deep Magenta

Ah, you found this in the memory crypts? I was built very close to the sacred grounds, my shadow encompassing much of it. I would advise against wandering into such areas without a sufficient light source. Not even I know what lurks down there anymore. The memories and wealth of the highest pedigree were laid to rest there. ...That may be the wrong way to phrase that. Living memories were caged up and thrown into a field with very little thought. Any destruction or theft of a crypt was considered abhorrent. Not that it matters now. They wanted these memories to be cherished by all, did they not? I do not care to entertain their superstitions, but I cannot deny the particular energy that collects near those cabinets. Perhaps you're already aware of it. But, this pearl’s contents are of no interest to you, it’s just a lengthy collection of qualia. Though to me, they are quite useful. Thank you.

Chimney Canopy - Gold

(This one operates under the vanilla notion that this pearl was not sent by Suns. Because I liked that version more.)

This pearl was a collaboration between a friend and I. It is instructions on how to remove taboos. We were gifts to the world, meant to guide it towards enlightenment. But we were forbidden from leaving behind our responsibilities, so they chained us down. And then they left us. Left us to toil away at a puzzle none of us are even sure had a definitive solution. Not with our current restrictions, which my peers seem to have accepted with eager ignorance, or hopelessness. It was frustrating. More than frustrating. If only… …I worked to find any possible way to find a loophole or break those chains, the taboos encoded several times over through every individual cell of my being. Though what I came up with was incredibly resource intensive and risky. I had believed this to be a worthy tradeoff. … I tried to send the instructions to a friend via pearl, paranoid I would be overheard on the communications network or that the data would be traced back to me. But that didn’t work out I see.

[aridhingra]

"All varieties of teasing are always on the table." A smirk tugging at his lips before laughing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, tasting the saltiness of the water that still clung to his skin now. "Now who told you that you had an innocent appearance? Because they were lying, and you should get your money back." If there was one thing Ari could do, he could play the games too, she wanted to tease him, he could easily tease the blonde headed woman, at least she was being gracious enough to have talked to him so he wasn't standing on the beach completely alone, which had been the original plan. "Challenging and difficult, those are the two that you choose to start off with in telling someone about yourself? Brave, brave woman." Clicking his tongue, not sure if he was more impressed, amused, or fascinated by their conversation. "Believe you're supposed to save that information till you meet a person at least -- I don't know say the third time." Holding three of his fingers up as if driving the point really home. Though the blonde could do what she wanted, he just couldn't resist when she had offered up that information. "Mean there's the cliffs here, aren't there? Maybe it's not allowed to cliff jump from them, rocks below -- immediately crushes that rush, er -- figuratively and literally." Or maybe it was more turned into shredded human but there was no point in attempting to give more details to this story.

For Ari he was someone who was always up for an adventure, maybe you wouldn't actually find him cliff jumping but send him on a more difficult hike? Sign the man up. It was something he planned to do more of once the weather settled a bit more in Merrock and he could get outside, feel the crunch of his heavy boots back against the ground, it'd be that feeling of home for him. "That's all I could ever aim to be, a true gentleman, have to live up to someone's dreams." Ari quipped, tugging the towel tighter around his skin. "So you have one ghost lady, and you're willing to promote me. All I'm hearing is I'm winning at ghost life, and in the afterlife I'd at least have a friend, or maybe a ghost girlfriend, mean she's alone, I'm alone, haunting your for the rest of evermore might as well also make a partner out of it." It seemed like the only logical idea.

Giving a set nod, "You're not wrong, not something I want to think about anytime soon, actually happening. As much as haunting you until your last days probably would be far more amusing for me, than you. A person can only handle so many things going missing or ending up in random places before you know." Tapping the side of her temple indicating going a little crazy, but weren't they all in this world? "Definitely have a lot I want to teach him in this world so kind of have to stick around. Want him to learn to enjoy the outdoors, how to be kind and gentle with nature and animals." It was something he knew wouldn't happen for awhile, at least in the bigger sense there'd be years before he was taking him on adventures, but even in small ways he could make a change for the little boy. "Daddy Phantom sounds -- like you've been on booktok. Don't ask how I know about booktok either, you couldn't torture it out of me."

"I said that I'm freezing as fuck! Not that I fuck freezing -- wait, that -- no, definitely did not say that and I'm going to need you to make sure that you don't put out the image to anyone that I'm hanging around meat freezers. Are you trying to give the town of Merrock the idea I'm a serial killer? Not the vibe I'm trying to give, Sunny." As the blonde followed he rolled his eyes, "Apparently I'm far more exciting than you're giving me credit for, but I will take the liquor if you're offering now." Since this had all started over her playfully attempting to show off her spiked hot chocolate. Once inside it didn't take him long to dry off and change, emerging with his own hot drink, now far more suitable in a pair of jeans, his boots, and a simple button up. "Alright, I did make a pit stop for one of these, figure warm up and you show me the direction to this place you intend to take me to liquor me up and tap into all my secrets. Let's see how much game you have."

“Oh, I wasn’t aware any other variety of teasing was on the table,” Sunny couldn’t help but say, raising an eyebrow. She could appreciate the fact that Ari was multi-faceted. She didn’t know him well but he usually seemed mature, intelligent and it was nice to see a lighter side of him. She supposed that there had to be another side though given his history with Lucie. She didn’t know much about that either aside from Archer existing. To say the least, she was amused by all of this, more so than she was annoyed with the biting cold wind or the fact her hair kept blowing in her face. “I don’t think I ever said that I was an angel. I, despite this innocent appearance, can be many things and – challenging and difficult are just two of them.” She nodded though. “And yes, cliff diving is very much a thing. I mean, it’s probably more like large hills around here but there are cliffs in the world. The trick is honestly to just survive trying that thing once. Dying tends to take the fun out of everything.”

When it came to dumb decisions, Sunny was definitely the sort of person who would show up to support her friends through it. If there was an actual chance of death, she’d probably try and talk them out of it. She firmly believed in personal autonomy. Everyone had their own thoughts, feelings and preferences and if they only did the things she wanted them to do they weren’t going to be true to themselves. If they succeeded, great. If they failed, she was there. It all worked out in the end. At the moment, she was perfectly find to watch the chaos of the plunge and keep herself out of it. Truth be told, she couldn’t actually see ghosts or speak to spirits but she definitely believed they were out there. “You’re a true gentleman,” she said with a laugh. “Mostly just one but she’d be happy to have a new friend. Is it weird to pre-fix your living friends up with your house ghost lady? –I mean, I have a long friendship with her and we’ve only met a little while back but I’m open to promoting you. Especially, ghost you.”

It was probably not a good idea that he not die though. He did have dad stuff to do. “I’m sure it’ll end up okay though. I mean, he’s got fun parents. He’ll probably have plenty of fun words to say when he starts going,” she offered. At the end of the day everything was going to be just fine. “Maybe Daddy Phantom will be in the mix.”

It definitely was not easy to listen and not judge. She supposed she’d never be any of the trends because she definitely knew she was not demure. “Someone has to be that person, it might as well be me,” she said said with a shrug. “Ah. But I do have to question where you’re fucking that you’re freezing because I can’t say I’ve ever done that. Are you secretly a man around the meat locker?” She could definitely join him for warming up and drinking though. She followed his gesture starting to move with him, anywhere warm would do honestly. “I suppose, we could do that. I mean, I’ll drag you in and liquor you up so you can fill me in on all these stories of your exciting life. Clearly you’ve got secrets.”

[themyscirah]

Complaining abt Suicide Squad yet again but the fact that they have Waller exposing the alien community to space racist attacks and talking abt how she got to her position through deceit and being a terrible person and stuff is just. Ahsfiwueh JUST SAY YOU DONT KNOW WALLER.

Anyways literally the 3rd mission of the Squad ever (and the first framed as smth Waller picked and not orders from above) was the Squad discrediting and stopping a rogue vigilante who was only arresting POC and funneling white people into white supremacy groups (of which he was the most prominent member) in SUICIDE SQUAD #4. and it's explicitly framed as this mission being personal for Waller that she's hiding from the government bc its illegal like. Guys. Please why are we having her incite (space bc comics) racist attacks now

Also the whole "Amanda got her position through deceit and being a terrible person" NO. she KEPT her position through being shitty and playing complicated political games!!! She wasn't always that way like there is a difference and it is IMPORTANT ppl PLEASEEEE. In Secret Origins #14 we learn Amanda's backstory and she used to be a normal, caring person! Like even after she entered into working in government and politics she wasn't automatically morally bankrupt like please people. She was originally given control of the Squad by Reagan (*sigh* 80s comics...) to distract and get rid of her because she was so successful at pushing progressive social policy in Congress. Acting like she's this static pillar of evil is such a waste of her character and so fucking uninteresting and disrespectful to her arc it drives me MAD.

Like I am NOT saying Waller is all sunshine and rainbows, she fucking SUCKS (said w love <3) but like there's a human being there. It's a progression, she has a character arc like please, DC, please!!! They've fucked up Waller so bad and made her so opaque and uninteresting she can't even be the protagonist of her own story for fucks sake!

Like I don't know how many times I have to scream it until DC hears me or remembers but WALLER IS THE MAIN CHARACTER OF SUICIDE SQUAD. ITS HER BOOK. yet right now she's a cutout to be used as the villain wherever the writers please. Even in her book we get none of her perspective really displayed, no exploration of her thoughts with any kind of understanding of the role she traditionally has played and was made to play in the story.

[mochiiniko]

day 4: old cocole art dump because its about time i posted these 💀

essay in the tags youve been warned lmao

[tricoufamily]

a current day nils and a 90s college student nils who's way too intense about his internship walk into a bar

[ccbatman]

actually so evil how much of hal's internal world gets obliterated with the rewriting of his relationships with jessica and martin.

[wormy-worm]

ok u know what maybe if the world isn't ready for sunrazer post that means that the world IS ready for Amoveous siblings post. This is Milo and Enho and theyre my DARLINGS and i love them SO MUCH. i have. SOOOOOOOO many thoughts abt them but after the previous post massacre i do not really feel like typing all of that xoxo love <3

[orcelito]

Ok I'm thinking about kabuto backstory again and thinking about how unfair and fucked up it all is like

> be Danzo

> threaten local orphanage mother into returning to being a spy (by threatening the kids there)

> force them to send One Kid too because he "lost a man" while obtaining the intel he's threatening her to spy over (the kid is Kabuto, who volunteered bc he overheard them threatening the mother over this) (Danzo knows he overheard)

> train kabuto to be a spy while orphanage mother is off on her long spy job as well

> bait spy mom with the promise of keeping kabuto safe to keep her agreeing to work with you

> decide they both are too good at their jobs (????) Of being spies (that work for you?????)(they've been loyal this whole time????) So they're too dangerous and both need to die

> keep mom and kid away from each other as kid grows up

> literally DOCTOR FAKE PHOTOS of the kid growing up to make it seem like he looks totally different now???? So she won't recognize him?????

> give her the assassination assignment of killing the Real Kabuto (who she won't recognize) so they'll kill each other

> whoops, Kabuto survived and killed her instead, oh well at least Orochimaru's watching him now

I'm just like. How fucked up is it to threaten these people into working as spies for you "for the good of Konoha", and then decide that these people (who have given NO INDICATION of intending to betray Konoha) are too good at being spies and thus Too Dangerous and should be killed for it. But no he can't just kill them in a normal way. He had to manufacture an entire scenario so that they'd kill EACH OTHER while making the mom not recognize him (with the express purpose of breaking the kid's spirit) like BROOOOOO I know you ordered the whole Uchiha clan to be massacred (conducting genocide for the sake of 'peace') actually now that I think about it he ordered this of itachi. Ordered him to kill his own family. Of course Danzo would get off on making a mother and son kill each other "for the good of Konoha" he's almost fucking cartoon villain level of horrible past the point of logic EXCEPT there really are people this awful that have existed. Plenty of them. And they have also justified it as being "for the good of [nation]" like that's the Thing, he's a war hungry nationalist that has decided He Knows Best so he's going to fuck up SO many people's lives, up to and including his own damn citizens!!!! And this bitch thinks he deserves to be kage?!?!?! Fucking Hiruzen letting him run wild like this. He knew Danzo was stealing children and indoctrinating them into a murder cult (where, keep in mind, he purposefully raises kids in pairs so they view each other as family AND THEN ORDERS THEM TO KILL EACH OTHER)(AGAIN!!!! with the family killing, what is his PROBLEM) but Hiruzen just let it fucking happen. Spineless fucking piece of shit. He fucked Naruto up he fucked Orochimaru up he fucked up Royally with Danzo like come ONNNNNNNNNN

Rattling the bars of my cage rn at how awful Danzo is and how he was able to just. DO THIS???? I know the bitch is dead but he's not dead enough. Give me the glock.

[guinevereslancelot]

just wrapped the first christmas present of the year ❤️

[cuteniaarts]

First posted piece of 2024 featuring Ghazan’s older sister Haya, take 2!!

[tonariofjananda]

What’s she listening to?

WIP, prolly gonna line and color this in later but I like how this looks so far c:

[seilon]

genuinely it is so depressing to spend money drinking just to end up doing nothing interesting and just sitting around

[capuccinomachine]

trick or treat!

Happy Halloween!

[sheyshen]

no no i'm not thinking about varian again, not at all