#it's been a rough couple of months for me

[kyri45]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I REALLY tried to finish turning my boy into a plushie before the update, looks like I didn’t make it aughh

RANT BELOW

I just wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I’ve been here since the very start. When I saw that first post, I loved the idea, but I had no idea how important your little comic was going to be to me. I’ve had a rough couple of months, but this comic gave me something to look forward to if the day wasn’t my best. Every time you post, I feel so giddy I could jump off the walls. I haven’t even seen the new update, and yet I know it’d going to punch me in the heart a million times. And it’s not just the story, it’s also you. I’m so glad I discovered your account that day, because it’s been such a fun time just being here, being apart of the fandom again. Ever since s5, everyone’s been a bit..discouraged. At least for me. But it’s like you woke up everyone again! You made me remember why I loved this little show and the fandom in the first place. So, on behalf of the LMK community, I thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us. Happy birthday, Kyri.

THIS TURNED INTO A RANT HAHA sorry for crowding up your inbox!

Transparent ver so you can put him in a microwave <333

BABYYYY HE S A PLUSHIEEEE!!!!

Thank you soo muchh!!!!

Also now I NEED that plushie. Man imagine if we can actually make them (I don't think we could bc copyright buuut.... let me dream)

[writingwisterias]

New Beginnings

Leon Kennedy X AFAB!Reader (Pictured Leon between Re2 &RE4R) Warnings: FLUFF, Slight Angst, Dad Leon, Summary: After being sent to training, he returns home to meet his new girl for the time.. This is based off this ERAs and requested by anon to extend it!

Leon,

I’m not sure if you will get this, mom wasn't sure if they would let you have these whilst you were in training but I wanted you to get the updates still. I went for my first scan today, they said everything looks good. I've been craving lots of cucumbers. Mom said she thinks I'll turn into one if I keep going. They also lied about morning sickness…it's all the damn time. The first trimester is almost over, I've sent you a photo of the scan and the bump 

Stay safe.

Your love <3

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Leon,

I’ve been missing you a lot recently, our little girl is kicking all the time. I think she gets it from you! Oh no, I revealed the gender…I can't believe we are having a little girl. Mom and Dad helped me set up a new nursery in a flat that I managed to get close to them. I’ve given you another photo of the bump and the latest scan. I think I've popped now...cravings are still cucumbers and morning sickness has subsided. 

Stay safe, 

Your love xx

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Leon, 

Not long to go now, the nursery is all setup. I chose an enchanted woodland theme. Lots of little creatures hiding around the room. Filled with greens and it just feels cosy I can't wait for you to see it. I think she's about ready to come out now, she's kicking like mad and dropped really low. I'm scared but I know that you have been brave all this time so I'll do it for us. I really hope you are okay…I miss you like crazy. Even though she feels like I have a part of you with me. 

Stay safe 

Love 

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Leon, 

Wow, what a whirlwind, our little girl was born a couple of months ago. She's been a handful so it took me a while to write this letter…if they even give them to you! The delivery is rough but worth it. She has the cutest blond hair and blue eyes you wouldn't believe! I've picked my favourite pictures of the past few months…I know they'll be returned to me soon enough anyway. 

See you soon

Love xx

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Leon stared at the letters from where he spread them out on the little tray on the plane. His reflection is sharper and colder than when you last saw him. Guilt and nerves collided through his system like a drug, his stomach bubbling with anxiety as they announced the landing. Your handwriting hadn't changed over the years, always the same cursive font that was written in the margins of his textbooks. He smiled at the small doodles decorating the edges where he knew you were just thinking of what to say. It felt unreal like he was going to wake up to some sick dream the world decided to play on him. To take away this tiny lifeline of happiness he had left. 

He wondered what would happen if he didn't return if he left you both untouched by the taint that he carried with him. The rucksack of nightmares he had seen in the past two years, the one he had to train his shoulders to carry. His hands were rough, his eyes piercing. Would you even be able to find the same soul that you fell in love with before? 

And then there was his daughter, something born out of pure innocent love. A romance blossoming on the white picket fence fantasy he always dreamed of…only to now have a father who was unsure if he could provide that for any of you. If he could even step up to be the man she needed. The one she would run to when she needed help with boys or the kids bullying him. The few campmates he did get along with told him that he didn't miss the precious moments. That there was still time for him to form a loving bond between father and daughter. A small part of him inside hated the photos as they were evidence of everything he missed, all the small kicks and the cravings you experienced. Not being able to soothe you when it all got too much just like you did that night. 

The attendant announced the plane landing, the runway coming into view masking his reflection. Leon folded all the letters again, having remembered every letter and word you imprinted on the page. The ink smudged on some of them. The pictures were tucked in the cheap wallet he bought when he was at the airport safe for when he needed them. His movements were calculated and careful, Leon's mind already aware of everyone around him as he moved. He helped the older lady next to him with her back, his arm held out to guide her off the plane. He watched the bittersweet reunion as her daughter found her. Their cries of happiness blend into the chaos with the other people around them, the further he gets away. Worry settled when he thinks about accidentally walking past you as he left the gate. His eyes scanned for any figure he remembered. The silhouette that visited him in his dreams was like an angel. Leon often swore he could still feel your phantom touch the next morning as his cheek always felt slightly warmer as he completed his early laps of the base. The warmth was always welcomed, however, instead of the coldness of Krauser's stare or his words as he corrected him again. 

Then he saw it, the cursive writing of some paper sign in the corner of his eye. The bold letter was held by a woman who scanned her eyes over the crowd. His name and the fingers that grasped the sign were yours. 

Leon took a moment, watching as people continued to move around him. Taking advantage of his hardened appearance to watch you. His eyes are not failing to notice the young girl on your hip. The now two-year-old waved at people as they passed, her hand grasping the charm on your necklace tightly. The photos didn't do her justice, she looked exactly like him. Her piercing blue eyes met his. They always said kids notice more than adults. 

He watched the way her curious stare ran over him, trying to figure him out…almost like he was familiar to her. You had noticed she’d gone quiet. Turning your head to look at where the young girl had now rested it on your shoulder. He watched as you asked her what was wrong, shifting her in your arms slightly. Your hip jolts out to support her weight better. Leon's feet didn't move, they couldn't. Right, there was all he ever wanted. Did he deserve it? Was it actually his? The perfect dream, the one he saw every single night in that stupid bunk amongst the snores of his bunkmates. 

His whole body froze as you looked at him, the whole world stopped. Your love washed over him like a tide crashing against rocks. It was fierce, strong and unstoppable. The current is already pulling him into your ocean of affection. His little girl began to cry as you passed her to your mum. Your feet are already pounding on the airport carpet as you bolt it to him. He didn't know what else to do but welcome you, like the hole in his heart was finally filled. The two years apart suddenly ended with a new beginning.

You collided into his chest with such force he stumbled. His own emotions leak out into the softness of your skin. Words failed him, they seemed to fail you as well as you held him in silence. Your smaller frame fits against his own with no change. However, you could feel the new muscles. His hardened grip is proof of his changes not that you cared about them. You would learn to love this new version just as you promised on that one night. Your promise was never forgotten when he left in that black car. Your heart is still soul-tied to him. 

Leon's breath faltered when you pulled away, his biceps subconsciously pulling you in closer. Your eyes met his, your warm smile melting his tough gaze. “There he is,” you whispered. At your words, he crumbled, his frame shaking as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He tried to smile, to muster up the courage to say anything. Part of you regretted bringing your daughter now fearing he would be overwhelmed in meeting her in this state. Yet to his credit, he stood up straighter, a small smile filling his features. His hand cradled your face bringing you into a long-awaited kiss. He didn't need to speak. You knew exactly what he wanted to say. You could feel the love radiating from him, pouring it into the first kiss. His soul begging for redemption from situations you didn't know he had experienced. His hands were almost afraid to touch you, to swallow you in the darkness he had retreated himself into. 

You heard her before you felt her, the small stumbling steps of your two-year-old as she collided with your legs almost taking you off your feet. 

You watched Leon's eyebrows pinch in concern as he felt your body buckle, hands sprawled out on his chest to catch yourself. Your daughter's hands gripped at your legs, small tugs on your shirt as she whimpered to be picked up. Leon's demeanour changed when you did. His body regained the stiffness as he looked at her closely. Their eye contact was intense both trying to figure out what to make of each other. “Baby, This is daddy remember?” You prompted, eyes solely focused on the small girl. Leon was grateful for that, you couldn’t see his flinch at the word. The small girl nodded her hand outstretched to him. 

That was the thing about children, always curious. No matter if they were reaching out towards unknown danger. You would have protected her if you thought it was dangerous. Part of him wanted to back away, careful not to let the innocent fingers touch his blood-stained skin afraid if they pulled away her tiny hands would be strained red. You knew otherwise, you always did. Allowed these hands to cradle your face, to hold you when he finally returned home. Her hand touched the stubble that coated his cheeks, the small strands of hair prickly against her tiny fingers. You watched him process the touch, his frame softening arms finally wrapping around the both of you.

“Daddy” The girl muttered, a small toothy grin growing on her features. Her small arms wrapped around his neck as he swung from you to him. She was so small against him, his large arms hiding her from the surrounding crowd. His other one holding you close. “Thank you…I’m sorry I wasn’t..” Leon finally spoke. You shook your head, “You were always here, How do you think she knows who you are?” You smiled. He was home, different, but home. Your parents picked up his bags as they followed you both home. He was too busy carrying his whole world in his arms anyway.

[kiestrokes]

Day 20: heatwaves | NSFW

▸ Idol: Kim Hongjoong of ATEEZ ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: active WIP, smut, monster fucking, DUBCON, demon/apocalyptic AU. ▸ Vibe: this came from a casual conversation with @minttangerines and @minisugakoobies over the summer about the extreme heat. Luce said that she "expected to see demons playing in the grass" and my brain ran with it. The Earth's core is cooling, demons are like reptiles in a way, they need extreme heat to survive. Heat that now can only be found on the Earth's surface. Until that too is gone, or the anti-demon humans annihilate their entire race. This is a much later excerpt. ▸ Warnings: language, pet names I think, demons, green striped crop top HJ.

Sexually Explicit Content: MONSTERFUCKING, HJ is a demon, DUBCON. DNI IF THESE THEMES/KINKS ICK YOU OUT, cross species curiosity, kissing, oral (male receiving), sexual intercourse (penis in vagina), multiple positions, orgasms (multiple for both), biting, marking, overstimulation, lust haze, aftercare.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is being posted for my wipmas.) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. Left notes in again.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

Hongjoong was nestled into your side like he had been for the last couple of months, absorbing any heat he could leech from you with his already scorching body. Wearing the same crop top as the first time you had met him. Slim waist and curve of his hips taunting you. 

“Do I have something on me?”

“What? No.”

His hand skims his stomach brushing the shirt further up his ribcage, exposing just the slightest peak of the swells of his chest. 

“Can you lay on me? My stomachs cold”

“You could pull your shirt down,”

He pouts at you, and you sigh, complying. Snuggling into his waist, pressing your cheek to his stomach. Nuzzling around to get comfortable. He threads a hand into your hair, fingers singeing your scalp with a happy sigh. You press a kiss to his navel, and he stiffens. 

“Sorry...”

“You just caught me off guard.”

His hand trails to your lips, fingers stroking. 

“Your mouth is cool.”

“Is yours?”

“Why don’t you come check.”

You lift your face to see his staring mischievously down at you. 

“Joong,” you breathe eyes dropping to his lips

“Only if you want.” 

You roll your cheek against his abdomen laying another kiss, heat flaming your face at the soft gasp he makes, fueling your pursuit. You trail his belly button with your tongue and he groans, stiffening underneath you, his hand returning to fist your hair.

You kiss your way up his stomach, rising up on your knees to straddle him. The noises he’s making as your leave marks in your wake knock any previous apprehensions out the window. Shoving his shirt up to expose his chest, lips locking onto a nipple.

Causing Hongjoong to buck his hips up into your with a broken moan. Your tongue swirls around the nub and he shudders into the bed beneath you. His hands in your hair trying to tug your face to his, you let him and his mouth is hot, so warm that it makes you moan into his mouth when your tongues press together.

“Hongjoong-” you rasp, trailing kisses across his jaw before you let him seal your lips again. 

He’s devouring you, as if this is the only thing he’s wanted to do for months. You pull away to gasp for air, sitting in his lap and realizing that he’s hard as he pants, pupils gleaning red from the contact. 

You stare down at the small demon, your marks littering his body. You reach out and squeeze the pectoral you didn’t get to give attention to and his eyes close at the contact. You trace your hands down his waist, over the curve of his hips to rest on the band of his jeans. 

You swallow as you undo them, your mouth already salivating at the thought of his dick. 

His pretty fingers capture your wrist, “you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” 

“Ok” he sighs raggedly.

You unzip the jeans and slip a hand inside just to palm him, Hongjoongs hips jerk at the contact and you give him a small squeeze. 

“You’re hot here too.”

He nods, lips parted. You retrieve your hand and hook your fingers into the band of his pants to pull them down. You nearly moan as he lifts his hips toward you to help, a movement as small as that shouldn’t have such an affect on you.

The jeans hit the floor with a thud and Hongjoong tugs his shirt off before pulling your face back to his for another kiss. You reach down to stroke his hips and thighs before cupping him again. Causing him to gasp and thrust into your hand, you lips disconnecting. You take this opportunity to latch onto his other nipple teeth squeezing before rubbing your tongue against the peak as your hand slips beneath his boxers, stroking him bare. Hongjoong let’s out whine and you jump as wetness greets your thumb you pop off his nipple in surprise. 

“Do you have semen?”

Hongjoongs flushed face nods and you’re slipping down to remove his boxers so quickly neither of you have time to think before he’s completely nude beneath you. Dick beautiful, curved and leaking against his stomach. 

“Fuck,” you hiss before lowering yourself to lick the bit off his stomach, your tongue brushing to tip.

Hongjoong jerks, crying out at the contact. You appease him by sucking the tip into your mouth. 

“Ahhh!”

His hand cups the back of your neck as you stand his cock up to slide him into the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck please,” Hongjoongs frantic gaze meets yours and you hum around him before sliding up and down his shaft. 

You swirl your tongue around the tip and slide back down as he watches you. Body stiff underneath your touch, growing hotter. 

More head details. 

Until he’s resisting the urge to thrust upwards into your mouth. You pull off to stroke him and he knocks your hands away after a few pumps.

“I need you.” 

You nod and let him roll you onto your back, fingers slipping into the side of your panties to dive into your hole. You arch into him, already embarrassingly dripping.

“Fuck,” Hongjoong growls behind clenched teeth.

He slips them off and moans as you open yourself to him, his cock swollen and dripping at this point. He bites his bottom lip as he fists himself. 

“I just need to feel you.” 

You nod again, and he’s slanting up your body, tugging your hips down to thrust inside. The two of you gasp out at the impact and he burrows his face into your neck with a slow rock of his hips. His erection searing your canal. 

“Hongjoong.”

“I’ll stop in a minute.”

“Don’t stop,” you shudder as he deepens his thrusts.

He lifts his face to meet your lidded gaze.

“Yea?” His eyes glint, as he angles his thrusts up into the front of your pelvis you cry out in pleasure. “How good do I feel?”

“So good.”

You whimper as he strokes hard into that one spot, your body already tightening on itself. 

“Fuck so do you,” his hips stutter and he realigns. “I’m not gonna last” 

“It’s ok, I’m not either.” 

His lips are on yours again and you’re panting into each others mouths as he speeds up.

“Holy shit,” you bury your nails in his shoulders, causing him to hiss into your neck in pleasure. “Deeper Joong.”

He complies with a moan and your head tips back at the stroke, baring your throat to his lips. 

“I need to-“ and then he’s biting your neck and you’re coming around him hard.

So suddenly you can’t hold back your sounds of pleasure and his muffled moans echo yours. As his tongue laps at your neck sucking a spot against the column of your throat. His hips jerk sharply as he spills into you, warmth spreading across in the inside of your pelvis.

"Ahh-hngh-Joong!"

Hongjoong keeps pumping until your legs drop from his sides in exhaustion. He pulls back to look at you, pelvis rocking slowly into yours as you shudder through the aftershocks.

“You feel so good. Just let me,” his eyes close and a groan leaves his lips as he picks up speed again, “one more.”

And he does, you watch almost out of body as he pumps you to another orgasm. You can feel his hot release spilling around his swollen cock as he keeps working your tight hole.

“Hongjoong!” You a gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets as you gush around him.

“I can’t stop,” he pants his jerking erratically.

You’re pushed into another orgasm and Hongjoong right along with you. Red glint in his eye strong as his release forms a creamy ring around his cock being pushed out by your seizing insides. 

“Joong-” you groan.

He pins your arms above your head pumping into you, “it's been so long, I forgot how good this feels.”

Hongjoong's mouth is on yours then, tongue sliding against yours as your hips tiredly rock into his, sweat pooling between your breasts that he trails his mouth down to lick before his teeth nip across to a nipple. 

“Shit!,” you hiss. 

He releases your hands to hitch a leg up, wicked smile spreading across the sensitive skin of his breast. You cry out as he strokes that one spot tirelessly, groaning around your breast as you tighten around him. Rubbing deeper until you’re convulsing again helplessly.

“Joong, I can’t-I can’t!” 

“One more,” he moans rolling you partially on your side slapping into you. 

As it builds again you roll onto your stomach and Joong moans at the way you submit yourself underneath him, lifting your hips to slam into the hilt. 

“Fuck, I’m spilling out of you,” he strokes his release seeping out around your entrance and you groan. 

“We-" you stop as a shudder rolls through you, “-need to stop.”

Hongjoong splays a hand between your breasts pulling you back against him. Slowing his hips but deepening the stroke. You cry out at the sensation. Hongjoong watches over your shoulder. Tongue teasing this top teeth. 

“Why stop when it feels so good?”

He pulls your lips to his, both of you panting into each others mouths more than kissing.

“It’s too much,” you clutch his thigh as another orgasm threatens to roll over you. 

“Is it?”

Hongjoong groans squeezing your hip as his dick swells at the tip, spearing open your swollen, sensitive insides as he fights off spilling into you too soon.

“Ye-sss” you stutter, legs tightening and he groans, both of your hips jerking, heads tossing back and you come together. 

“One more,” he hisses and pins you down by the back of your neck.

Fighting with your swollen insides for entry, even with the overly slick glide of your multiple releases.

“Joong,” you gasp, turning your cheek against the dampened sheets.

“You look so good right now, and you’re so fucking warm.”

Hongjoong's lidded, red hazed gaze meets yours and you know you’ve unlocked a door neither of you will be able to close. His small but toned chest flushed an angry red, as his shockingly strong hips steadily chasing yours. You cry out in pleasure at the sight of him. Cunt fluttering. He groans, hips rubbing into you flush against your ass.

“You can come harder than that, let me feel you!”

Hongjoong gets what he wants, his words extending your heavily building climax you rut back against him and are greeted with a surprised gasp from him so you do it again. Lewd sounds filling the room until he’s bowed over you hammering in. 

“Ahh I’m close-” he whines bucking into you hard.

The friction directly over that one spot as your body tightens on itself. Hongjoong groans, rubbing harder as you thrust back. 

“Not yet!”

Your vision clouds as your chase your new high. His hands bruise into your hips, his body stiffening behind you. Breathing raggedly and he fights his release.

“Hoongjoong,” you whimper, hips jerking shakily against his hands.

He guides you along and you wail at the feeling, clutching his cock.

Hongjoong growls slamming into you, “right there.”

Then it is there. Falling over the ledge just as Hongjoong spills one final time into you before shakily stilling. He falls away from you muttering a flurry of "I’m sorry" as you collapse on your side. 

“It’s ok, it's ok, that was just...intense”

He’s out of the bed in the bathroom running water and then he’s back “I can’t walk”

He looks alarmed “what?”

“Just give me a minute.”

He does and the helps you into the tub, beginning to clean you intimately until you catch his wrist and he meets your eyes. The lust gone from his, but resurfacing in yours at his touch. You watch his Adams apple bob as he swallows.

“I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure? You won’t drown if I leave you?”

You laugh, “you can get in with me.”

He shakes his head no “you look-“ he swallows hard and then looks away.

You understand he’s controlling himself. He leaves to take a cold shower. You find him shivering after you’re clothed and cuddle up on the couch to recover. 

© COPYRIGHT 2021 - 2024 by kiestrokes  All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

[sirxlla]

The Few And Far Between

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Warnings: Brief mentions of the reader being a lab rat. Other than that? Fluff.

Prompt: Damian doesn't let many in so why are you the exception?

Notes: Gender neutral reader, italics are actions/thoughts. i'm a new writer, so i'm trying to do what might be good layout? pls Imk what you think of the story or anything really in the comments, i'd really appreciate it

-With all that said it's under the cut-

Damian was never a forthcoming person and he was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve because he knew if he did it would be used against him. His mother and grandfather along with his childhood had made him build his walls so incredibly high that the idea of anyone scaling them scared him and surprised him at the same time. It secretly excited him but it scared the living shit out of him.

"How could this person come into my life and so easily get through to me in ways that I would never let anyone else see me?" A question he asked himself over and over within the confines of his own mind over the past couple months.

There was something in the sight of you that caused Damian's walls crumbled down like they were but a sheet of cheap printer paper. The nights have been rough for him, they always had, it's just something he never shared. Damian didnt want anyone poking around in his mind and he didnt wanna admit he had PTSD from his childhood and how quickly he had to grow up.

The nights were rough for both you and Damian. About 8 months ago Damian and Bruce had found you in Simon Stagg's lab in a cage like some sort of long term lab rat. Bruce had read the file infront of your cage whilst Damian unlocked the box that held you before swiftly and gently picking you up. So fragile from the way Stagg had been treating you there were clear signs of dehydration and malnourishment. You clung to Damian like a child clings to their favorite teddy bear the moment you he picked you up. In that momemnt something in him just completely shattered but when it came to you, It was his need for pushing people away. After that it was incredibly hard for him to even remotely began to think of putting up walls when it came to you.

The nightmares and memories of the place were horrible. you found yourself climbing into his bed. Your body just craving some sort of comfort and wanting to feel like you weren't alone even if the two of you didn't talk about the terrors that filled your sleep. If it were anyone else crawling into his bed there would have been no way in hell in any sort of way he'd even allow it. If he were even to think to say no to you, his mouth would betray him and the only thing that would have escaped his lips would have been a soft yes.

His nightmares had stopped when he slept next to you, or at least for the most part. Of course no one knew he had nightmares because he kept every bit of 'weakness' locked up tight. Damian never wanted to show any sign of fragility to anyone but tonight was different. The memories that clawed their way into his sleep were bad, an obvious understatement. Now he found himself waking in a start covered in a cold sweat you waking up beside him as he sat up.

Worry filled your eyes as they shone in the dim moonlight that filled the room through the crack of the curtains. He almost jumped as you wrapped your arms around him from behind as if it was your second nature to do so. There was such an kindess and understanding he found in you that allowed him to be vulnerable; This is something he never felt secure enough to do with anyone since he was a very small child. So his shoulders fell, the tension slipping from him like sand. Damian found himself wrapping his arms around yours as tears filled his eyes.

Before he knew it tears were pouring down his face as his body sank into you like a person in a being sucked into a beanbag chair, his body and mind seeking solace in your arms.

Noticing Damian's demeanor shifting and how he clearly needed someone, you slowly pulled him down to the bed and hugged him gently but securely. You knew the chance that he would talk about any of it would be rare but it didnt stop the pang in your chest and the need you felt to take care of him the way he had done for you on nights like this.

Your right hand moved into his soft silky hair before your left rubbed his back. His head rested between your collar bone and neck, the dampness of his tears made his skin stick to yours as he held onto you for dear life.

Damian had never let anyone in like this, not ever. Not even when he was dating Raven and she had a direct line to his memories but even so he kept his walls tall and thick like a castle. But now? Now here he was sobbing into the arms of a person he's known not years or decades but months in his mind it feels wrong but in his heart all they're doing is everything he's ever needed which is gentle comforting and a silent understanding. His eyelids feeling heavy as he sinks back into a deep comforting sleep in your arms, the gentle smell of your shampoo reminding him even as he sleeps that he was in safe arms.

Masterlist

[pandapetals]

Merry Christmas

It's Christmas Day! You and Logan exchange gifts.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor, holiday vibes, logan being a softie

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

a/n: It’s the last one shot and i am sad. It’s been so much fun writing for christmas. I hope everyone gets logan under their tree this year.

divider credit: @saradika

The mansion was silent, wrapped in a thick blanket of snow from the night’s storm, the world outside hushed and peaceful. You woke to the sound of Logan’s soft snoring beside you, his hand resting protectively on your hip, even in sleep. Smiling to yourself, you carefully slipped out of bed, pulling on your robe as you padded downstairs to put the finishing touches on his gifts.

You’d thought long and hard about what to get him, wanting each gift to be something meaningful. A leather tool roll, perfectly sized for his motorbike tools, so he’d always have something useful on hand. A bottle of his favorite whiskey, because you knew he’d never buy the fancy stuff for himself. And your personal favorite—a beautifully framed vintage map of the Canadian wilderness, detailing the rugged terrain of the land he loved so much. But the most important gift, the one that had taken you months to finish, was a small wooden box filled with letters, each one tied neatly with twine.

Each letter was for a different moment, a different feeling. One for when he felt alone, one for when he felt angry, one for when he doubted himself. Every letter was written to remind him how deeply he was loved, how much he mattered. You’d poured your heart into every word, hoping that he’d feel the weight of your love whenever he needed it most.

By the time you’d finished arranging everything under the tree, you heard the soft creak of the stairs and turned to see Logan coming down, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, hair even more wild than usual. He was wearing his old flannel shirt over sweatpants, looking gruff but endearingly soft, as if he hadn’t quite woken up.

"Mornin', darlin’," he mumbled, his voice rough, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips as he saw you waiting by the tree.

"Merry Christmas, Logan," you whispered, stepping forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth as snowflakes drifted softly outside the window.

Reluctantly, you pulled back and gestured to the pile of gifts. "C’mon, let’s open these."

Logan chuckled, eyeing the gifts with a raised brow. "You went all out, huh? I didn’t know we were doin’ this whole… gift thing."

You laughed, nudging him down onto the couch and settling beside him. "Just open yours. I think you’ll like them."

He started with the tool roll, his rough hands carefully unwrapping the leather. He ran his fingers over it, a faint smile playing on his lips. "This… this is real nice," he muttered, a little shy. "I’ll definitely use it."

Next, he picked up the whiskey, letting out a low whistle as he looked at the label. "You got me the good stuff, huh? You spoil me," he said with a smirk, though there was a flicker of genuine appreciation in his eyes. But when he unwrapped the framed vintage map, he went completely silent, his fingers brushing over the contours of the familiar landscape.

"I figured… you could hang it in your office, or keep it somewhere special," you murmured, watching his face closely.

Logan swallowed, his gaze lingering on the map as if he were lost in the memories of those wild places. "This is… perfect," he whispered, his voice rough. "Thank you."

There was one gift left, and you hesitated for a moment before handing him the small wooden box. His brows knit together as he looked down at it, curiosity and something else—a softer emotion—flickering across his face. He lifted the lid and saw the bundle of letters, each one tied with care, each one addressed to a moment he might need a reminder of your love.

"For when you’re feeling… well, you know," you said softly, your fingers nervously fidgeting as you watched his reaction. "Each one is for a different time. I just… wanted you to know that I’m always here, even if I’m not right next to you."

Logan took a shaky breath, his gaze fixed on the box of letters. His jaw clenched as he fought to keep his expression steady, but you saw the glint of tears in his eyes. He lifted one of the letters, his fingers trembling slightly as he ran his thumb over your handwriting, the careful loops and lines you’d written with so much love.

"No one’s… no one’s ever done somethin’ like this for me," he said, his voice cracking. "I don’t… I don’t deserve this, or you." His voice was barely more than a whisper now, vulnerability laid bare in a way he rarely allowed.

You reached up, cradling his face with your hands, gently brushing a thumb over his cheek. "Logan… you’re wrong. You deserve so much more than you think." You smiled, the love in your eyes soft and steady. "You’re the best gift I could ever ask for. Just you… exactly as you are."

A tear slipped down his cheek, and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as if grounding himself in the warmth of your hands. Without another word, he pulled you into his arms, his embrace tight, almost desperate, like he was afraid to let go.

When he finally pulled back, his hand slid behind your neck, pulling you in for a kiss filled with every unspoken word he couldn’t quite say. His forehead rested against yours as he whispered, "I love you, sweetheart."

You smiled against his lips, pressing one last kiss to his mouth. "I love you, more. Merry Christmas, Logan."

After a long moment, Logan reluctantly pulled back, his gaze soft but intent as he reached for a small, neatly wrapped package on the coffee table. He handed it to you, looking almost… shy.

“Go on,” he murmured, clearing his throat and looking away, trying to cover up the faint blush creeping up his neck. “It’s… not much, but I thought you might like it.”

Curious, you tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a leather-bound book with intricate gold detailing on the cover. You sucked in a breath, your eyes widening as you ran your fingers over the title embossed in gold.

Pride and Prejudice. Not just any copy—this was a rare first edition.

“Logan…” you breathed, your voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. “How… how did you even find this?”

He shrugged, trying to play it off, but you could see the glint of pride in his eyes. “Got my ways,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “Figured it’d mean somethin’ to you.”

Carefully, almost reverently, you opened the book, feeling the delicate weight of the pages between your fingers. But as you turned to the first few pages, something fluttered out—a piece of paper, folded neatly and tucked between them.

You glanced up at him, eyebrow raised. He shifted uncomfortably, looking down at his hands. “I, uh… slipped a little somethin’ in there,” he admitted, his voice barely above a grumble. “Wrote it myself. Might be rough around the edges, but… well, it’s for you.”

With trembling hands, you unfolded the paper, your heart racing as you read the words written in his unmistakable handwriting. It was a short poem, raw and unpolished, each line laced with sincerity.

Didn’t think I’d find somethin' that felt like home,

in the rasp of your laughter, in all the things left unsaid,

in the quiet that ain’t lonely ‘cause you’re in it.

Darlin’—you’re the reason I keep holdin’ on,

the reason a scarred heart like me starts thinkin'

he might be worth somethin' after all.

The words weren’t flowery or grand, but they were him—every line filled with honesty, with a depth he rarely shared. Your vision blurred as you read it again, the weight of his words sinking in.

“Logan…” you whispered, looking up at him, eyes glistening with tears. “This is… it’s beautiful.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking both relieved and embarrassed. “Didn’t think I’d hear that word used on anythin’ I wrote,” he muttered, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Figured you’d laugh it off.”

“Are you kidding?” you said, reaching over to take his hand, squeezing it tight. “It’s perfect. It’s you, and that means more to me than anything else in the world.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his gaze holding yours. After a long, lingering silence, Logan reached behind the couch and pulled out one last gift, this one wrapped in old newspaper and tied with a bit of string. He handed it to you, his eyes a bit softer. 

“This one’s… well, it’s somethin’ I worked on myself,” he said, almost bashful. “Thought it might help you with… y’know, all that writin’ you do.”

Intrigued, you carefully unwrapped it, and as soon as you saw the vintage typewriter nestled inside, your breath hitched. The old keys gleamed, meticulously polished, and there was a faint scent of oil and leather from where he’d restored it with his own hands. Every piece, every detail, looked lovingly cared for.

“Oh my god, Logan…” you whispered, running your fingers over the smooth metal, feeling the weight of each key under your touch. “You… you did this yourself?”

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Yeah. It was in pretty rough shape when I found it, but I thought… well, I thought you might like workin’ on somethin’ like this. Somethin’ that’d make all those stories you’re dreamin’ up feel a little more real.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed. He wasn’t just giving you a typewriter—he was giving you the chance to chase your dreams, to bring your words to life in a way that was uniquely yours.

Without another word, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. “You… you have no idea how much this means to me,” you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

His arms tightened around you, and for a long, tender moment, he just held you, his cheek resting against your hair. When he finally pulled back, there was a glisten in his eyes he didn’t even try to hide.

“Guess I did somethin’ right, huh?” he murmured, a hint of vulnerability in his voice as his thumb brushed across your cheek.

“You did everything right,” you replied, your smile soft and unwavering. Leaning in, you kissed him—slow, deep, pouring every ounce of love and gratitude you had into it.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart. Couldn’t ask for a better one.”

You smiled, your hands still laced with his. "Here’s to all the Christmases to come," you whispered back.

[petr1kov]

hey guys, as some of you may know, this year has been particularly rough for me financially. things managed to clear up a bit on these last couple of months, but i had to deal again with some unexpected medical expenses this month, mainly at the dentist, which really thew my financial planning off-balance for the end of this year and didn't leave me enough to pay for everything and still buy groceries. so if you're able to donate any amount, i would really appreciate the extra help!! thank you for everything 💜

[m4rs-ex3]

actually gonna take a mini break..... which could mean i won't go on tumblr at all or it just means i'll only be making simple posts and not reblogging, and it could be for the rest of the day or it could be for a number of days (this is significant i promise usually i would be yapping like CRAZY rn)

i don't like disliking my show. i don't need to hear about everything they did wrong when i want to be celebrating everything they've done right for 7 seasons. i can't expect everyone to decide that positivity is the only way and i can't expect people to not want to share their opinions when i can't seem to stop talking about my opinion on that. i don't want to do what i did when season 4 came out and i tried to forget tdp existed for months because i couldn't stand being a fan of something others didn't like. tdp is everything to me. i'm not letting this part of my life go because i care too much about what everyone else thinks. and i know that's nobody's fault but my own, but still. i'm hoping it dies down, but even if it doesn't, i just need to step back and remind myself why i love this show, and that that is all that matters.

i know it is NOT that deep but the finals week stress + mourning-in-advance + insane adrenaline rush and joy while watching followed by + immediate feeling of dread and incredible sadness and confusion and anger after i've already had a rough couple and months and tdp was the sole thing keeping me going, it has all just been a lot, as i'm sure you can imagine. it sounds so excessive and sensitive and it probably is those things, but it's how i feel. mainly i just really needed to get this off my chest lol

[muwapsturniolo]

Brutus 2 🦇 Chris sturniolo

"O-one hun-hundred and fif-fifteen times...." PT 1

NSFW AHEAD!!! mentions of murder, stabbing, assault (not detailed!!!), alcohol, blowjobs/face fucking, facials, cum eating, rough sex, biting, cream pies, choking, switch! Chris, Matt is a perv

The police still couldn’t figure out what happened on the final night of Halloween horror nights. It’s been a month and the gruesome murders were still unsolved and left everyone scratching their head. The police took the right measures, they taped off the crime scene for weeks on end, rewatched the CCTV footage, and questioned the crew and attendees.

But they came up empty-handed.

They couldn’t figure out who committed the crime or why they did it.

But she knew.

When she was questioned, the police showing up at her door with her discarded tweed purse, she lied and said she didn’t see anything. Claimed she barely remembers that night due to the alcohol she consumed on the premises.

She knew it was wrong to lie to authority, to take away the possibility of a grieving family to finally have peace and to know the killer is behind bars. She knew if anyone found out what she did they would call her insane and probably throw her six feet under a jail - She didn’t want that.

She was lying to cover her own ass and the nameless killers, and she’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Especially if it meant they would continue watching her.

It was only a couple of days after that night when she felt as if she was being watched. She had just gotten out of the shower and walked into her bedroom to put on her pajamas when she noticed the clothes were on the floor.

That isn't where she left them.

She vividly remembered placing them neatly at the foot of her bed, folded and ready to throw on. Now they were thrown onto the floor in a mess, and her panties were missing.

Fear should have settled into her body, but instead, she proceeded to get dressed right in front of the open window.

With that being said, she went about her life as if nothing happened, as if she wasn't being stalked by two psychopaths.

Her routine never changed.

Weeks had gone by, minutes, hours - two months to be exact. She had given up the little bit of hope that those two would make an appearance. Honestly, she had forgotten about them until a Christmas party had gone wrong.

Her friends had forced her to attend, shoving her into a powder blue satin dress and a pair of silver heels to match. soon, she was at the party, standing in the corner with a frown on her face.

She wasn't having a good time. Her friends had ditched her as soon as they made it to the club, this guy who was completely wasted wouldn't leave her alone, and she was hot.

Deciding that she was over it and needed some air, she found her friends and told them she was leaving. She walked away, ignoring their drunken protests, and pulled out her phone, attempting to order an Uber.

It seemed like she didn't have any luck, the cellular device having no type of signal. With a huff she begins walking down the street, not noticing the two people following her.

"This is so stupid! This is the last time I let them drag me to a dumb party an-" A small scream escapes her mouth as she's pushed into an alley, her phone falling from her hands. Her body collides with a trash can, preventing her from falling into the muddy puddles of water from the melted snow.

She's soon shoved against the wall, the streetlamps casting a shadow over her attacker's face. She didn't need lights to know who the person was, the rancid smell of alcohol was enough.

It was the same man from the party, he had followed her out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Get off of me!" She shouts in annoyance, trying to push him off. It was odd, the way she was completely sober and had better coordination should have given her the strength to push him away. But to no avail, he proceeded to force himself upon her, slurring his words in the process.

Just as his hand goes up her dress, he's yanked away and tackled to the ground, her savior immediately throwing punches.

She stays frozen against the wall, too shocked to even register what's happening.

A glimmer of light snaps her back into reality.

She watches as her savior raises his arm, a knife in hand.

She watches as the blade is plunged into her attacker's chest, his screams slowly drowning out as he chokes on his own blood. She watches her savior continuously bring the knife down, not stopping until he's satisfied.

His actions begin to slow, his breathing heavy as he slumps back, staring at the lifeless body underneath him.

She takes a hesitant step forward, freezing when her savior turns to her.

She already knew, but the mask adorning his face confirmed it.

Her savior was the same man from that night, the same masked man who was ready to kill her before being scared away by his partner in crime.

His wild and deranged eyes soften as they connect with hers, his breathing calming down.

They say nothing, the only sound being heard is the flurries of snow rushing past them.

She slowly approaches, holding her hand out before speaking softly, "Come on, let's go."

He looks down at her hand before standing up, towering over her. He points towards her discarded phone, his silence-speaking words. She nods and rushes over to her phone, bending down to grab it. She huffs seeing the cracked screen, cursing out the dead man in her head. Just as she begins to wipe the phone off, she hears a loud bang.

She whips around and sees both the masked savior and the dead body gone, her brows slowly creasing.

Where did they go? How did they disappear so quick?

Her thoughts are interrupted by a hand landing on her shoulder. She jumps in surprise and turns around to see the masked savior in front of her.

"Jesus Christ, " she covers her chest as her heart begins to beat quickly. She swears she heard him snicker softly, but before she could question him, he wrapped his hand around her arm and dragged her down the street.

In reality, she knows she should be scared and questioning him, but she stays silent, allowing him to guide her to wherever they are going. They soon arrive in front of a beat-up pickup truck, parts of the car rusting as snow sits in the bed.

He opens the passenger door and looks at her expectantly. She peers inside the truck, noticing the mess inside. The cans of Pepsi discarded on the floor, the wrappers from candy, the smell of cigarettes, and most importantly,

The small bloodstains on the seats.

She looks back at him, noticing the soft look in his eyes.

"You want me to get in?"

He nods, still refusing to speak.

"Are you taking me home?"

He nods once more.

"Do you know where I live?"

He tenses, the grip he has on her arm tightening. It's almost as if he's scared, scared of being caught for stalking. Scared she's going to scream, run away, reject him.

She snickers softly seeing the fear in his eyes, it's a bit ironic.

She says nothing, simply climbing into the truck and buckling herself in.

"Come on, I miss my bed."

With that, he closes the door and climbs into the car himself, quickly starting the engine and driving off. She watches silently as he drives down familiar streets, having driven down them herself whenever she's on her way home.

The car ride was filled with silence, it wasn't tense if anything, it was calming, the both of them relaxed.

They soon arrive and he kills the engine, staring straight ahead out the window. She turns to him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face behind the mask.

"Thank you for helping me," she says softly. He gives a curt nod, his hands still placed on the wheel.

"Did you want to come in?" His head whips to her, his eyes holding confusion. She smirks, enjoying the hesitancy and confusion in his eyes.

" Come on, you've been inside anyway. Might as well come in with an invitation this time."

He huffs behind the mask but follows her actions in unbuckling the seat belt and climbing out of the car.

They walk inside the house, the girl kicking off the annoying heels and throwing her keys in the bowl on the stand. She walks to her bedroom, smiling to herself as she hears his sluggish footsteps behind her. She throws herself onto her bed, flipping onto her back and propping herself up with her elbows.

She looks him up and down curiously, attempting to familiarize herself with him again.

"How come you wear a mask?"

Like always, he says nothing, refusing to even glance in her direction. She pushes herself off the bed and approaches him, cornering him. No words are spoken between the two as she presses herself against him, his breathing speeding up. With a slow and steady hand, she trails it up his arm, her fingers soon fanning out against his chest.

She goes to touch the edge of the mask, but she's stopped by his hand firmly grasping her wrist.

He looks scared.

Despite the tight grip he has on her, she continues with her actions. Her fingers grip the edge of the mask, slowly pulling it off of his face.

He quickly turns his head, his hair falling in front of his face. She gently turns him back towards her, their eyes connecting as her fingers dance across the scar on his cheek.

"O-one hun-hundred and fif-fifteen times...."

A shocked expression makes its way onto her face. He spoke, he finally spoke, and the first thing he decided to say was a number.

"W-what?" She questions in confusion, raking her brain for what the number could mean.

"Th-the man....I sta-stabbed him one hun-dred and f-fifteen times."

She's shocked by the confession.

She didn't know a lot about murder, only having seen it and heard about it in movies and TV shows, but she knew it took a lot of energy and anger to stab someone that amount of times - He did it for her.

It was sick, it was twisted, and yet, it attracted her.

"Let me thank you," she mumbles, her hand leaving his face and trailing down his chest, soon finding its place over his crotch. She begins to palm him, watching his breathing grow harsh, their eyes still connected. A small whimper leaves his mouth, and she breaks out into a grin - his moans were so pretty, so soft,

Submissive.

She sinks to her knees, both of her hands working at his belt, soon throwing it to the floor. Her mouth waters as she pulls his pants down, his cock slapping his abdomen.

It was pretty, just like him.

It was long and thick, and had a bright red tip that matched his chapped lips. There was a vein running up the side that she knew would feel euphoric when sliding against her spongy walls.

He bucks his hips softly as she wraps her hand around his shaft, pulling it towards her mouth. She opens her mouth and allows a wad of spit to trickle out, landing directly on his tip. Her thumb swipes over the tip as she moves the spit around, starting to jerk him off.

His moans and whimpers are kitten-like, despite his horrific and brutal demeanor, he was like putty in her hands.

She enjoys the way his body relaxes against the door, his head thrown back and his mouth open as he pants softly. She kitten licks his tip before taking him fully in her mouth. His rough and calloused hands fly to her head, grabbing the strands of hair and forcing her to take him deeper.

She gags around him, tears forming in her eyes as she opens her mouth wider, but she keeps going. She bobs her head up and down, making sure to hum and fondle his balls in the process.

His moans and groans grow louder, and his actions become more dominant. It was like a switch was flipped in his head, his hips starting to slam against her face.

He shows no mercy as he fucks her face, his dick reaching so far down her throat and giving her no chance to breathe. Her actions of gratitude had quickly become sloppy, the mixture of spit and precum coating her chin and falling down to her chest.

There were even bubbles of the mixture forming, popping every time her nose hit his happy trail.

She manages to look up at him, her mascara tears and glossy eyes making her look so damaged yet innocent - It drives him over the edge.

He quickly pulls out of her mouth and releases all over her face, enjoying the way she gasps in shock.

It's like his body is on autopilot, nothing but excitement and adrenaline controlling his actions. His hand wraps around her throat, lifting her to her feet with ease. Their lips instantly mesh together, swapping spit as they hastily make out. She moans into the kiss as he tightens his grip on her throat, the wetness in her panties only growing. She could feel the sticky fluid in between her folds every time she clenched her thighs - She was aching for him to touch her.

He suddenly pulls away from the kiss and begins to lick his own semen off of her face, his eyes rolling back. She moaned at his erotic actions, the way his soft and spongy muscle glided over her cheek. She could smell the faint mixture of cigarettes on his breath, but she found herself not caring.

Suddenly, she's pushed away from him, her body colliding with the mattress. It all happens so quick, the way her powder blue dress is ripped into pieces, her soaked panties following.

He was like a rabid, feral dog, ready to take what he wanted and she was just as excited.

Her jaw drops and her back arches as he shoves his length inside of her, reaching to the deepest hilt. Much like his partner in crime, he stretched her out perfectly, her aching walls sucking him in and not letting him go. The bedframe bangs against the wall with each ferocious thrust, items falling off her nightstand due to the shaking.

He shoves his face into the crevice of her neck, his teeth sinking into the soft skin. He proceeds with his actions, the marking of his teeth covering her whole chest along with her breasts - Blood is drawn in certain areas.

It's an overwhelming amount of pleasure, so overwhelming that she can't even keep her eyes open nor hold him. Her arms lay flat by her head, her eyes clenched shut as her mouth remains open.

Her eyes fly open when her head whips to the side, the same hand that slapped her wrapping around her throat, squeezing tightly.

He's heaving like a dog, his pants mixed with groans, making him sound like a beast.

She weakly grabbed at his wrist, trying to ease the pressure on her throat, but it was no use. She had become lightheaded from the pleasure and lack of air.

She was close to passing out, but she was also close to reaching her orgasm, it was just a matter of which one she would experience first.

"You're going to kill her, ease up on the choking."

Her blurry eyes dart to the bedroom door, a choked gurgle escaping her mouth when she sees him.

He was here, the one with the painted face. Except, his face wasn't painted, and he was watching her be fucked by his partner.

She gasped for air when he released her throat, her eyes still trained on the other one. She watches as he takes a seat at her vanity, leaning back on the chair and manspreading.

"Don't look at me, look at him. He's the one fucking you."

She does as told, her eyes connecting with the man on top of her. He had the same look in his eyes from that night when he chased after the girl trying to run away.

"Tell him how good he's making you feel, he loves the praise,"

"S-so good- Nghh. Fuck- " She could barely speak a full sentence, her speech slurred.

"That's all you can do? Come on dollface, he killed someone for you! Show him how grateful you are! He finally gets to feel you after watching me fuck you, give him the experience he deserves."

Her mind is reeling, incoherent babbles of praise falling from her lips. The more she praises him, the harder his thrust become, her sobs of pleasure getting louder.

It's not long before she felt that familiar coil in her stomach forming, ready to burst at any second - and all it took was one final thrust from the man on top of her to push her over the edge.

Her whole body shakes violently, her eyes rolling back as she feels the static rush through her body. Her ears were ringing, her vision blurry as she came down from her high.

She lays there shaking, her fingers twitching as she pants harshly. She was worn out, fucked, and tired.

Suddenly, he stands up from the vanity and slams his hand down on Chris's back, "Look at her....and I thought I wore her out." They both look down at her, trying to figure out what to do next.

Matt suddenly bends down and moves her hair out of her face, grabbing her chin softly.

"Wake up doll, your night has just started."

[kamenwriter]

Superman (2025) Teaser Thoughts

I'm not gonna lie, my first thought was "are you seriously starting the trailer like this? seriously???" but when I saw the pay off. I forgave it.

Couple of things I love here. First is the combed forward messy hair Clark, which I really think My Adventures With Superman was the first to do, and I seriously wonder if they pulled from that show when they came up with this. The other thing is how Clark towers over everyone else in the crowd. Sells the "farm boy not used to being around so many people" clumsiness that All Star Superman had.

Clark's body language here. All hunched over, not meeting Lois's gaze. Excellent.

(I wonder if the blonde gal on the TV will be of any importance)

If this is Pa Kent, he's looking pretty rough compared to other live action versions. I really hope he doesn't die.

I will fully admit. Never been a big Krypto fan. I don't dislike him by any means, but I've never encountered any stories with him that resonated with me. That being said. He's a huge symbol for the tone of this movie I won't be suffering anyone talking shit about him.

Let me tell you this shot? This is when I started tearing up. Just that triumphant swell of the John Williams theme combined with Superman rushing to save a child. Fuck yeah it's Superman.

Saw a commenter say "I can't believe someone would throw a can at a person that could fold them in half" and well, if the past month has taught me anything, it's that folks can be monumentally stupid.

Everyone is very angry at him when he goes to Stagg Industries to meet with the Justice League. Did something happen to Metamorpho?

One of the biggest complaints I've got with every Superman movie is he only fights other human sized people or just...power lifts. It's taken this long for him to fight a big monster in live action? Really?

Remember when that first teaser image came out and a lot of folks were like "why isn't Superman rushing to save the day?" Well we get a couple shots in the teaser with whatever the heck is going on in the background there and he doesn't seem to be in a rush. So either a) it's not an actual threat or b) The Justice League is dealing with it.\

This is straight up a Superman robot from All Star Superman. He's got a cape!

That's some very green and purple armor the folks firing on Mr. Terrific and Lois are wearing.

That anime-as-fuck whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound as Superman flies off, sounds like he's about to go super sayian.

Anyway. I am cautiously optimistic. It looks great. Here's hoping the actual story lives up to the optics.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(Dream)

It was another beautiful day in Eden. The sun was shining, the flowers were at full bloom, the animals were playing, and sitting by the creek was a certain couple. The lovers held each other tightly as they snuggled up close. Adam sighed blissfully as his head was ducked under the angels chin. Adam: Luci?

Lucifer: Yes my dove?

Adam: Can I ask you for a favor?

Lucifer: Of course simply ask me for anything and it is yours. My power knows no bounds.

Adam: Can you make me a promise?

That got the angel to tilt his head curiously.

Lucifer: What kind of promise?

Adam: That you’ll never leave me. Or the pup.

He said placing a hand on his still smooth belly. They had both found out right after his heat had ended. The angel sensing a new life forming in him. While both were joyous at first, Adam had lingering fears. He was already scared at the thought of the angels finding out.

He didn’t want to know what they’d do to it. As well as scared that they would separate the two mates. He shuddered at the thought. Lucifer kissed his head reassuringly.

Lucifer: Adam I promise to never stray from your side. My word is as good as golden.

Adam smiled and went back to listening to the tranquil sounds of the garden.

(End of dream)

Adam groaned as he woke up. He sat up in his bed and rubbed any remaining sleep out of his eyes. He hated that once sweet memory with a passion. Adam: (scoffs) Some promise.

A knock came from the door and a familiar voice came through.

Lute: Sir, today’s the day. It’s almost time.

Extermination day

A grin formed on his face as he got out of bed and got ready. These past six months have been rough, especially Lucifer and Lilith’s child trying to cause trouble. Trying to preach about redemption and peace. As if that would ever happen. Now it was time to go down there and put the brat back in her place.

He wrapped his large chest, binding it tightly. Before putting on his special robes. The ones he only reserved for E day. All was missing was his mask to which he put it on happily. He loved it when the last thing a sinner saw was his manic mask before bashing their skull in.

He exited his apartment where his lieutenant was waiting for him. All geared up and ready to go. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride emitting from him as he stared at the angel. He loved all the exorcists as though they were his own. He especially loved Lute for her dedication and loyalty, it was so hard to find that. The two shared a manic smile.

Adam: Let’s do this.

They made their way outside the gates of Heaven where the rest of his girls were waiting. Each year he always gave them a speech before heading out, this one was no different.

Adam: Today we will go down to the hotel and slaughter every single sinner that resides in there. The princess unfortunately must be left alone for she has protection from both the treaty and her parents. However, her precious demons aren’t and you know who else doesn’t have immunity? Your dear sister Vagatha!

A chorus of angry yells and boos echoed throughout the exorcists.

Adam: Vagatha has betrayed you all by going against her duty to Heaven and spreading her legs for the princess! For that she shall pay

Lute: YEAH LETS RIP VAGGIE’S CUNT OUT OF HER MOUTH!!!!

Adam: …What the, can you just, chill Lute. (Shakes head) Anyways whoever brings me the head of the traitor can have her old spot as third of command!

That got the girls excited. Adam: Now with that out of the way, ATTACK!!!

A portal opened up before them as they descended down to the depths of Hell.

The First Anti-Christ

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(excuse me for the long prologue)

Anti Christ, the child of the fallen one, the devil. Everyone knows of the name and what it means. However, they don’t know of WHO that child is do they? Everyone thinks that the child will make themselves known as they bring on the end of humanity. What people don’t realize is that the anti-Christ has already walked upon the Earth.

In fact he was the first to be born on the planet. You see he was one of the very first humans. The very first child and son of the mother of humanity, Adam the first omega. His name was Cain.

Now many must be wondering on how this came to be. Why did it happen. How and why did the first omega manage to give birth to the fallen one’s offspring. All will be explained here, in this story.

A long, long, long, time ago when the Earth was still young the creator of it had decided on what its final inhabitants would be. They were called humans, the very first of their kind. He made them into something special. With their names came their designations.

Lilith the first woman and alpha

Adam the first man and omega

He made the two to be companions, to watch over another as one would for a friend or as he hoped like siblings. However, his other creations had other plans. While the Lord was busy attending to his purpose of watching over the universe. The other creations, the angels went down to the humans and they told the two that they were more than just companions. They told them that they were mates and they would bring forth true humanity.

Both were confused and asked how? The angels told them that once a month Adam’s womb would welcome Lilith’s seed and instructed him for when the time came for Adam to lay on his back and to spread his legs for his mate. When they heard of this both were rather disgusted by it. They hadn’t known each other for long but they simply weren’t compatible in that way. They couldn’t even bother to be friends for they both had too many differences that often clashed with each other.

While Adam was energetic and outgoing, Lilith was reserved and careful. It would often cause arguments from the two, especially when it came to their duties. Their first duties, of naming and caring for everything in the garden. Lilith thought Adam to be immature. Adam thought Lilith to be demanding. Both seemed to think that nothing was ever good enough for each person. One thing they both could agree on is that they did not wish to be mates.

Still Adam did not wish to upset the angels and simply bowed his head and nodded submissively. They began to explain other sets of rules that both were to follow. Lilith as the alpha was to always provide and care for her omega. Adam as the omega was to always follow her way and submit to his alpha. Both were to bring children into this world.

Lilith would become the father of humanity. While Adam would become the mother of humanity.

Lilith, disgusted at the thought, disagreed wholeheartedly. She fled from the garden and away from the omega. Hoping to never set another foot in there again. She was found by someone, an angel of the Lord himself, whom she would soon call a friend and sometime after that a husband. Though she didn’t trust him at first she eventually told the angel of why she ran from paradise.

The angel was shocked and confused. Why would his siblings do that? Why would they mess with his Father’s creations that way? He wanted so badly to go up there and tell his Father of what they had done to Lilith. He knew that they would somehow find a way to pin the blame onto him.

That is why he came up with a new plan. To meet and talk to Lilith’s supposed mate. What he didn’t know at the time was that the omega was actually his true mate.

He crept into the garden, careful not to aware the elders of his presence. What awaited him in the garden was not what he expected. A true beauty, one that took his breath away. Though he had thought Lilith to be pretty. She was nothing compared to Adam.

His soft brown hair, honeyed eyes that sparkled, and tan skin that was splattered by freckles. His Lucious curves was enough to drive him insane. The angel managed to open his mouth and introduced himself. His name was Lucifer, the angel of light and God’s most favored son.

[innerchorus]

SOON.

The blurb (according to Google Translate) says 'The resurrected Parsian warriors stand before Arslan and his companions!!'

[horreurscopes]

transfiguration's gonna come for me at last, and i will burn brighter than the sun

[kyo-hiki]

thinking about him... <3

[curlytsunamiart]

if you care, the universe cares

[menaceanon]

So I met KA Applegate.

I might have cried on her a little as she signed my yellow old Animorphs book. Just a little!

But… when I was a little kid I had an undiagnosed learning disorder and I hated reading. It was boring and stressful, and I wasn’t sure why I was supposed to care, anyway. Overnight, though, Animorphs turned me into the sort of kid who always had a book squirreled away somewhere—under every dinner table, school desk, and blanket after bedtime.

At that age I was surrounded by trauma and traumatized people, and it was such a genuine wonder to read books so compassionately about that exact thing. They never pulled punches, never told you it was all okay, actually, and never pretended that good people couldn’t hurt you, or that bad people couldn’t love you. But they did say, by god, you could still fight for something better. You shouldn’t have to. But you could.

I rambled a very abbreviate version of this at her, then blurted out, “It was the first time a book looked back at me.” At which point—and I want yall to put this on my tombstone—she said, “Oh! You’re a writer,” and asked if she could steal that line.

She had on trans pride earrings.

[thatrandomblogsays]

It’s a fun video, check her out @what-is-my-aesthetic

My favorite part was her immediately checking out CSPAN footage after showing my meme and…

Mood girlie, mood…

(if you had kept watching you would’ve seen the senators almost break into a brawl…)