#like their little laugh and the unique spins they put on their lines was SO good

[lagtrain]

ok i listened to all the covers. theyre all SO fucking good aghhh i dont think i could choose a favourite even if i tried

hey umm. whats going on with jpsekai april fools??

[seramilla]

Vaggie: What do you mean you knew it?! How?!

Clara: You act a lot like Mama does when she gets growly and protective! Plus you look way too much like mama did when we were alive! I can't believe I was right though! I get to finally be a big sister!

Odette: This explains mama crying...we had all been devastated when we died and thought we'd never get to meet you...But it's nice to officially meet you hermanita.

Carmilla: Sobs and gathers her babies close.

Vaggie hasn't been hugged many times in her afterlife. The first time had probably been Charlie, when her princesa first found the lonely new "Sinner" extremely weak and fighting for her life on the streets of Pentagram City. She'd taken Vaggie home, and nursed her back to health. Her hugs are like a fluffy cloud, or a warm blanket. Welcoming and inviting in their embrace, if not a bit pressurizing and forceful when her bubbly personality starts to come on a little strong.

The second had been Carmilla, of course. Unexpected, and at first overwhelming, it had been entirely different from Charlie's hugs. There had been a sense of protectiveness there, and also a desire to comfort and console. Vaggie had never experienced Carmilla's type of maternal love before -- it was similar to Charlie's way of showing affection, but not controlling or demanding to be felt.

Clara's is somewhere in the middle -- a bit more forceful than she normally likes, but once experienced, Vaggie can't help the lump from forming in her throat. Clara almost threatens to lift her off the ground, she's holding onto Vaggie so hard. Vaggie facilitates it; she has to reach up, but puts her arms around Clara's shoulders. She's standing on tiptoe to do so, but she suddenly wants to be even closer to the girl. She doesn't even care if Clara starts to spin her a little. The demon is happy, and laughing. It starts to rub off on Vaggie, too.

And then Carmilla and Odette are added to the mix, and they're all hugging her at the same time, and wow! Vaggie decides right then there's nothing else like this feeling in the world. Vaggie had once been lost. But now, like the Heavenly song says, Vaggie feels found. Not by one, or even two, but by four entirely different souls who love her, all in their own unique way. Vaggie had never even known there were so many types of ways to be loved. Now that she's had them all, she never wants to let any of them go.

She does have to let go, eventually, however. But of the three of them, Clara is the one who holds on the longest. When she and Vaggie finally step back from each other, there's a genuine smile on both their faces. Vaggie doesn't cry again. It's a near thing, but she's honestly too exhausted to shed any more tears. She's more curious than sad at this point. So before any of them can change the subject, she looks at Clara, because she just has to know.

"How? How did you know?"

Clara laughs again, like Vaggie has just told her a joke, or is trying to pull a fast one on her. When she realizes Vaggie is completely serious, she motions up and down around the angel with her hands, like the answer should be completely obvious.

"Look at you!" Clara exclaims, continuing to motion with her hands. "The hair, the eyes, the way you fight! Even your complexion is the same! Also, you look just like Mama did when she was your age. We had pictures we could show you, if we were still alive...but you'll just have to take my word for it."

Odette steps in, as if to interject, also wanting to say her piece.

"We didn't think much of it when Lucifer asked us to give a sample to see if we were a blood match. Everyone at your Hotel did, too, by the way. Clara said that wasn't what tipped her off...it was just the way Mama acted around you after the fact. She spent an entire day with you at the hospital. You're all she's talked about for days now! Honestly, I feel pretty stupid for not realizing something more was going on here."

Clara nods, and continues on from Odette's line of reasoning. "Yeah! And I overheard Lucifer telling Mama about what Exorcists really are. After that, it was obvious!"

"You didn't tell me that!" Odette accuses her, crossing her arms, and shooting Clara a death glare, like she's just been thoroughly betrayed.

Clara gives Odette a cheeky grin and sticks her tongue out. "You didn't ask!"

Vaggie chuckles, holding her hand to her face to try and hide it from the squabbling sisters. Is this what it feels like, she wonders? To argue? To bond? To throw around silly quips at one another without getting offended, because you know it's all in good fun?

Is this what it feels like, to be sisters?

Carmilla decides to move into the sisterhood circle just then. Maybe it's her maternal instincts doing damage control, putting a stop to Clara and Odette's verbal and physical sparring match before it unfolds on the floor right in front of her. Or maybe she just wants to hug Vaggie some more. Because she does. Vaggie finds she doesn't care about the actual reason. The way Carmilla pulls her into her embrace now is far less strained and awkward, and much more natural, than before.

She falls into it like a habit; like she's been doing it forever. Carmilla's hugs are just as warm as Charlie's. She could definitely get used to this, Vaggie thinks. For the rest of her afterlife, if not longer.

"My girl," Carmilla says softly into Vaggie's ear, starting to choke up all over again, breathing softly into her hair. Seeing the overlord Carmilla Carmine cry for her, with her, will never not be novel for Vaggie.

Carmilla, her mother, is practically lifting the fallen angel off the ground, to draw her in even closer.

"Mi hija. My baby. I'm so glad that I've found you at last. Welcome home, mi hermosa."

"Gracias, Mamá," Vaggie responds, and fuck, if that doesn't sound so odd and foreign rolling off Vaggie's tongue. But it also feels so perfectly normal, and so right. Just like Carmilla, Odette, and Clara's hugs, she could easily get used to saying those things, as well.

Vaggie sends a message to Charlie later that evening, to let her know she's staying at Carmilla's overnight: "Don't wait up for me, hon. We have a lot to catch up on. I'll be back home in the morning. Love you!

Charlie responds with an ungodly barrage of heart and smiley face emojis, followed by an enthusiastic string of letters in all caps: "I LOVE YOU, TOO, SO MUCH, VAGGIE!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU, SWEETIE!!!! I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR ALL ABOUT IT!!! YOU BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING AND NOT LEAVE ANYTHING OUT!!!"

Vaggie smiles. She won't leave anything out. She has a lot of firsts to catch up on with her family in the coming days, so she puts her phone back in her pocket, and takes that first step.

She quite literally has all the time in the world now. But being the impatient individual that she is, she'll see how much of it she can cram into that first night. Carmilla had mentioned some of Clara and Odette's embarrassing baby stories earlier, when they'd all been around the dinner table. Thank Heaven, Vaggie thinks, that she doesn't have any of those.

[astridthevalkyrie]

to add to that last ask, portia featherington is a beloved character despite the fact that she: encouraged marina to trick colin, manipulated her by forging the letter from george (because before that marina was NOT planning on pursuing colin like that), fearmongered her and made sure marina didn't stay unmarried despite her wanting to, slapped her after finding out she was pregnant (marina was a teenage girl!), and is generally emotionally abusive to all her daughters especially penelope and everyone says it's okay because she loves her kids!

so we have our answer, if marina was white, i think everyone would love her. because portia is like 70% of the reason marina did what she did. and sure, she has somewhat of a redemption arc in season 3, but people loved her even before that. and that's not to say i don't find her entertaining. she's funny, she delivers lines well, she's the worst and it makes for enjoyable scenes. but i do give more grace to the pregnant black teenager than to the middle aged white woman for "protecting her kids." in quotes because even if portia did see herself in pen, her treatment of pen is in no way protective or loving and flipping it around once she sees that colin genuinely loves her seems incredibly insincere.

also this isn't unique to bridgerton. you remember when the little mermaid live action came out? even going past the absolute vileness and vitriol that halle bailey faced leading up to the release you remember how when it came out? and everyone and their mothers LOVED vanessa? vanessa who had no lines? vanessa whose singing voice was halle bailey and whose speaking voice was melissa mccarthy? the white actress who just had to spin around for a minute and make a very evil expression? and people said she stole the movie? and you can't say it's racism because people will be like "omg so just liking a white actress/character is racist???" no. and you know that's not it. it's that you would go out of your way to put such heavy praise onto a white actress that did absolutely nothing special aside from being a pretty white girl when it was halle who made the movie and even that scene with her acting and her voice.

remember how in ginny and georgia people are absolutely insane and disgusting when it comes to ginny a young mixed girl but praise abby the mean and edgy white girl and go so far as to call her a victim? and sure some of it just comes from a concerning lack of recalling media but it's also just this unsaid perhaps unconscious dislike people have of black characters (and all characters of color but especially black characters). it's the fact that many writers write them to be disliked. and people fall for it, take the bait, hook line and sinker.

and it's in little doses. god i just. people can think i'm reaching at straws all they want but lucas in stranger things. how in the first season he's MADE to be disliked despite being in the right. kenny in cobra kai who is humiliated again and again in show and we're supposed to dislike him or maybe just laugh at him. whatever the fuck is happening in that shameless scene where fiona fires the only black employee that works for her. i haven't seen shameless but that scene unfortunately comes up on my feed once every few months and each time i hate it more. because people will say "b-b-b-but that lady was a bad employee! she was lazy and coming to work late and then playing the race card!" yes! precisely! why did the writers write a scene like that? why did they play into such a negative stereotype just to give their woe-is-me white woman a #badbitch moment? the sinister thrill that people get from seeing black characters and especially black women "get what's coming to them" is so concerning!

how people talk about jacinda in the last season of once upon a time and say henry had more chemistry with ivy. no the fuck he did NOT. if jacinda was white and ivy was black, that would not be such a popular opinion. and it does get trickier when it comes to shipping because sure, everyone likes different things in fiction. i haven't seen star wars so take the following with a grain of salt but yeah sure people will like rey x kylo more than rey x finn. her dynamic with kylo is probably more interesting. but WHY is it more interesting. why could the writers not make her relationship with finn more engaging if he was supposed to be her love interest? would more people not be calling reylo toxic if kylo was played by a black actor? would more people not be saying that rey is a lesbian if she was played by a black woman? that is to say, i am in no way saying that people who ship reylo are racist. i think there are very few people who actively had the thought "i'm not going to ship rey with finn because finn is black." however i think there is a combination of a, writers not wanting to make black characters outright evil because they'll be called racist so they just sneak in ways to make them either annoying or boring, and b, fandom either ignoring or actively disliking black characters whether the writers do it or not. again, haven't seen star wars, but i can also talk about how lucas and max from stranger things are now more popular post season 4 when they were given better scenes, but how before that everyone shipped max with eleven.

or what about the mess of a movie that is set it up. where the two bad characters are the ceo guy who is portrayed as angry and aggressive and cheating on his girlfriend, and the main character's girlfriend, who is portrayed as vain and selfish.

the only beloved black character from a POPULAR fandom (because there are beloved and well-written black and other poc characters in smaller fandoms) that i can think of off the top of my head is jesper from six of crows. he's a MAIN character, first of all, and he is clearly written to be liked. the show and book make him the charmer, the funny one, gives him an actual plotline and secrets and family and angst and engagement just like all the other characters in the story. perhaps characters like t'challa in marvel could be considered popular. but on ao3, out of 500k marvel fics, 10k have him tagged as a character. whereas in 10k fics for six of crows, jesper is tagged in 6k and him x wylan is the second most popular ship.

idek where i'm going with this. i'm not trying to be mean. it's fine and valid to say that someone wouldn't like a character if they're white. i think it's also valid for me to say that black characters are villainized or ignored by writers and fandoms alike in a way white characters aren't, and that sometimes it's very obvious.

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

For the Ask Game: Wind and Engineer. Admiration

Thanks in advance!!!

Wind hung up another wet tunic, humming. It was a little ridiculous how many of them hadn't wanted to change out of their dripping wet clothing, really. Most of their outfits were much heavier than his to top off the inanity of it.

The Engineer's small hand held out her heavy soaking coat next.

There she was, good thing she had sense. He turned and blinked at the spare outfit she had switched to. A too-heavy for the ocean green tunic fitted with a belt with a swirl clasp. She had ignored the hat for the outfit's purpose as dry clothes, but Wind was sure it was somewhere nearby. She looked so young in that outfit... Was she really already twelve? "...Nice outfit, birthday gift?"

The Engineer looked down at it, laughing awkwardly, "Oh, no. I... stole this one. It's a guard recruit's uniform."

Wind snorted, "Congrats on your unique coming of age then." He took the heavy wet clothes, pinning them up on the clothes line. "Tetra really forced guards to wear that costume then?"

"They voted on it, actually. To honor the hero." Engie said, smoothing her hands over the skirt of the tunic.

"Oh, huh. Guess that makes sense, he is a interesting figure..." Wind said, shifting to glance at one of the ones who had opted to let their tunic dry on them instead of accepting Wind's blow-dry services. "Not him," Engie said simply, "You. You're New Hyrule's first hero."

He glanced back down at the kid, brows pinched. Having missed how the words formed on her lips, he took a moment longer to process them through the Pirate charm's enchantment. The words echoing louder in his mind. He blinked. "Oh. Oh, well. Duh." He mimed thunking his head with the heel of his hand.

Engie smiled, looking up at him with something like amusement and awe in one. "I think you're amazing, by the way."

Wind's face light up in a grin, "Ah, you're too sweet."

"Nah, I'm just saying the truth. You will drive how my world works and I could never thank you enough for it." Engie quickly gave him a hug, squeezing him around the waist. "You're a great grandpa too!" She cheered, quickly turning and running toward the rest of the group.

Wind gasped, laughing, "Now just wait a second! What's all that supposed to mean ya squirt?!" He rushed to chase after the kid. He grabbed her, tossing her in the air and catching her.

She squealed and laughed, kicking. "Timeline! Security!"

Wind stuck out his tongue and put her around his shoulders, spinning. Engie laughed until she was breathless. Wind could care less about 'spoilers' either way, but, he supposed the little tidbits he got was nice to know. This kid's existence in general was a good one.

[valeriianz]

📝 a line or paragraph i’m really happy with

🤷‍♀️ favourite POV i wrote this year

hello! <3

📝 a line or paragraph i’m really happy with

that jam sesh from ch8 of Bolt in the Blue. i agonized over this scene for literal months, and it was a moment i'd been daydreaming about for even longer, so it had to be perfect. (thank you @fulcrvm again, for the guitar lessons haha).

Dream shakes his head as he plays, his fingers moving and catching the strings by memory, and he doesn’t miss a single note. Hob is captivated, watching Dream play, witnessing him getting lost in the music, his head tilting back and his eyes half lidded, like there’s no one around. It’s the most comfortable and loose Hob has seen Dream in a while. And then he goes a little harder, the twangy, blues coded melody morphing into something harder and edgier, like a growl. It makes Hob’s smile grow, fascinated and completely taken by the way Dream puts his own spin on the classic, pleasure and honed skill rolling off Dream in waves, accentuated with every successful note he strikes on the guitar. It’s enough to affect Hob too, daring himself to be a little more punchy in his performance, allowing himself to be carried away in Dream’s charm. As the solo comes to an end, Hob’s foot coming down hard and his head bobbing in time with Dream, he readies himself for the final verse. But instead, Dream slides his hand down the neck, only giving Hob a warning look and a nod before he takes off again in a freestyle. Hob barely catches his lead and tumbles back into the chorus riff. Dream laughs, delighted, nodding his head as he improvises something unique, allowing the moment to engulf him and trusting Hob to carry him through the way he needs to.

🤷‍♀️ favourite POV i wrote this year

it's very rare for me to write in Dream's POV, but lately it's been getting easier as i find his voice :) my fav for sure was Mr. Gadling's Bodyguard, which was double fun because for the first time i tried POV swaps within the fic. but it was also a challenge, to write Dream with uncharacteristic elements and somehow make it work for the setting. the first chapter is so funny because what would make Dream lose his cool, punch someone in the face, and scream obscenities?? it's so OOC! and that's what made it so fun to write lmao.

end of year asks!

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Obvious focus this time is seemingly the end of the broadcast. Maybe there's a coda, maybe it's done here. This was a weird chapter and potentially the hardest one in Egghead to write about. Bring honest, it's a common complaint these days but this was the first time I felt it was just spinning its wheels a bit. I'm also really confused. I think it'll flow better reading as part of a binge later but parts of this feels like they may have worked better before stuff last week.

Otherwise...Vegapunk's climax. It's a perfect microcosm of how I feel about this segment. It's kinda like how "Roger Laughed" told us about the One Piece without telling us about the One Piece. A big theme here, part of what Wano and Egghead share, is setting the stage for the finale. We've used the phrase separating the wheat from the chaff. I've made the comparison to how Wano acts like a lot of school play arcs in slice of life anime, that little bit of distance allowing you to narrow down on what's really important. Tie off your loose ends that don't need to be here anymore. This chapter really does that.

Heh, I love this joke with the reactions. Skypiea has continued to grow over time. It makes sense serving as somewhat of an overture to this main thrust of the series. They have nothing to fear from sea level rise but their plight was very much the results of that. Nice to see Conis again. But we have a more important reaction.

Hey Marco! You can call it a reach if you want but I think this one is a little sneakier than some of the fluff reactions. Part of doing this is nudging you what some of these characters are doing. Marco alone here does tell us one thing, Bakkin seems to have moved along. It's also kinda interesting he's lumped in with this more functional scene. A lot of them have just been seeing a character listening, Marco is used more as a tie to the content and it's here with Pudding who is also one of the oddballs at the periphery of this arc.

I still wonder about these two. So their placement here together is intriguing. We could just be checking them off the list, we could be nudging they still have threads in this arc. It's tricky right? The line between reactions to this broadcast and scenes we're seeing around it.

...Cmon Robonosuke. *Nudges with stick.*

This robot's a trip. Really felt like he was about to do something cool. Maybe we get it next time but it's weird how this was such a non entity. Let me put it this way. I with these two chapters would have just done a full split on the two levels the main cast has coalesced around. It almost does that. But it doesn't.

Special note for the title too...very cool it uses part of Roger's classic speech. The destiny of an age. All in all it does frame this message in an interesting way. It's good for pulling back on the image of Luffy as a unique chosen one, same with Bonney learning to mimic his ability. I love the big splash with the main players at the end. Now can we please get to the fireworks factory and draw out a clearer point to all this?

[cookinguptales]

As I start writing a wwdits fic that leans a little more into body horror than my usual work, I have to say... it's kind of odd, writing body horror while disabled, especially when it very much is your own body that is the horror.

As a lot of you know, due to my myriad stupid illnesses, I deal with chronic and occasionally very dangerous low blood volume. (As in, chronic blindness & passing out, trained nurses often cannot find my pulse, blood pressure machines malfunction, phlebotomists use ultrasounds to find my veins and blood still won't come out levels of low blood volume.) This can be very funny when I'm in a vampire fandom, but also kind of a weird experience. Like... yes, I do feel in some ways uniquely suited to write vampires. I also do not have enough blood, crave it regularly, can't go out in the sun, etc.

But in some ways, I'm almost too suited to writing vampires? Like... if there's one thing I've learned with vampire media, it's that there's a line. If you're not trying to invoke a sense of sick sort of body horror, then you cannot go full hypoxia. It freaks people out. You have to be careful with things like skin color and temperature, because things can get too corpse-y too quickly and suddenly your vampire is just scary and not sexy anymore.

It's an odd line to straddle when writing fiction when it's not one you necessarily can IRL. Like I know that people tend to find gray/purple/blue skin viscerally off-putting in a lizard brain sense, and I know this because I have seen people literally flinch while looking at me on bad blood days. People who love me! People who are almost as used to my condition as I am!

(Hell, there are days when I look in the mirror and I'm like "ugh, christ!" There really is something very weird and corpse-like about it!)

And chilly Twilight skin is one thing, but when you start describing it accurately as bone-chilling, as warmth-sapping, as when people touch you, they instantly feel colder and it does not stop because you will never be warm, then uh. Yeah, again, we start getting more into horror story scenarios.

So... you kind of have to learn to scale it back. Put in an "acceptable" amount of what you deal with every day. They wear thick clothes in the house and force Guillermo to stoke all those fires because they're chronically cold. Their skin loses its color and goes a bit sallow, but not quite to the discoloration point. They get listless and crabby when they're low on blood, but they're not going blind and passing out in the bath.

Like... you saw it, kind of, with what they did with Jenna. Jenna really showed me that they know what it's actually like, but they purposefully chose to scale it back with the vampires. Because bro, when Jenna was on death's door I was like "yeah haha that's what it's like." But that was played for horror, as well as somewhat horrified laughter, rather than the fun kind of sexy humor you get in the rest of the show. There's that line, y'know? At a certain point, you have to draw away from what this stuff would actually do to a human body because that's uh. That's just a corpse. And people are generally not corpsefuckers.

But then, then you decide to write a story where you lean into it a little. Where a character is actually made sick by vampirism, or something very like it. You lean into the sickfic aspects of it, you lean into the body horror. And you realize... you're just writing your own body, the way it actually is, in all of its off-putting horror. It's the lying in bed for hours because you don't have enough blood to raise your head, it's the world spinning and the nausea that claws at you from the inside because food is necessary and disgusting and you can't stand the thought of it because you know it'll make you sick, it's your lips going gray and purple and white and your fingers being too weak to even hold your phone upright. It's the weird craving for blood that you laugh off, but uhh, it actually is kind of weird, isn't it?

It's becoming empty when you are not actively filling yourself up, because your body cannot maintain that homeostasis on its own.

idk. It's a weird, fascinating kind of feeling, writing true blood loss on a regular basis. Leaning into how actually awful it is. idk if this is cathartic or upsetting, honestly speaking. (I'm just talking out my feelings now, lmao.) I guess at least I can drink saline and wrap my hands in a heating pad and eat bloody hamburger and take long, long naps. These weird undead characters have fewer options than I do, partially because I have given them fewer options.

I guess the horror that I'm leaning into is actually what scares me this time... I mean, there are definitely aspects of it that I've never had to deal with (mostly... the murder parts) but. Hmm.

This fic may end up being more personal than I had anticipated lmao.

[fireworkss-exe]

I saw Newsies at a community theater! Here are my thoughts (possibly slightly nonsensical):

I wasn't fond of this Jack at first. It felt like he was trying too hard to emulate Jeremy Jordan instead of putting his own spin on the character, but eventually he grew on me

Davy sounded EXACTLY like Ben Fankhauser- the speech patterns, the way he enunciated his words- everything, but he still managed to make the performance unique and original

This Crutchie's speech patterns were nearly identical to AKB's, but his expressions reminded me of Marty Belafksy

Sadly, I didn't really like the Katherine. She reminded me too much of Lea Michele

There were TONS of female newsies! Race, Albert, Romeo, and pretty much every ensemble newsie were all played by female performers (therefore making wlw newsies canon)

Wiesel's desk reminded me of Lucy's psychiatric help desk from Charlie Brown

Les was genuinely really funny (and Not Annoying!!)

Medda reminded me a lot of Ursula from the Little Mermaid- she had white hair and a dark purple dress, so maybe that was what gave her Ursula energy

The Bowery Beauties wore black and danced with Medda during That's Rich

Pulitzer's assistants looked like corrupt 1980s businessmen

The newsies pretended to be asleep when Jack asked them about Brooklyn

Jack was really buff??

The newsies catcalled Katherine at Jacobi's

Jacobi was a hippie

Crutchie showed Katherine a nickel when she made the nickel comment

Davy improvised a little of the scene prior to Seize the Day

The Seize the Day dance break reminded me a lot of 92sies

Les looked at the other newsies during the Seize the Day dance break in the exact same way he looked at the Bowery Beauties

Jack fell to his knees at the end of Santa Fe and just fucking LOST IT. Bawling and stuff. It was definitely something

The other newsies mocked Race for the "erster" thing

Jacobi danced with the newsies in King of New York

Davy spun Katherine around and lifted her up during King of New York (weirdly enough, they had more romantic tension than anyone else in this show. And I don't even ship them)

Davy did a little dance after the "above the fold" line

The argument at the theater prior to Watch What Happens Reprise had major Marriage Story energy? Like that one scene where that guy punches a hole in the wall? You know what I mean

Snyder was Southern for some reason?

Hannah probably had a crush on Jack (she was super excited when he came to the office, always laughed at his jokes, etc.)

Jack spit on Pulitzer (king moment)

Spot was really tiny (yep, tinier than Gabriel Damon AND Tommy Bracco) and had a really soft voice

Jack hugged Crutchie and Spot during the finale

The Delanceys sang along with the finale

At the curtain call, the actor who played Jack said "I love you mom <3" and I thought that was really sweet

[dreamerwitches]

Wich witch introduction was your favorite?

Ohhh! What a good question! I suppose a good build up is always what I want for a witch. Some of them are hard since they just appear suddenly like Gisela or Roberta...

I think Elly is a great one. I adore her labyrinth's introduction, especially in the movie version. You just see blobs of blue and then these skeleton horses passing by behind Madoka. Though I prefer the music in the tv version, i think a darker tone suits it better (contrary to charlotte's new music which i think fits very well). And the pan of her endless labyrinth is great. It's pretty memorable

I think Oktavia's is great mostly because there's a lot of emotional weight to it all. I mean, it feels the whole middle of the anime is leading up to this moment. Sayaka's transformation scene is so good, especially with the iconic line. I love how you don't really see all of her in her first labyrinth as she's got her cape over her arms, it's like she levels up before the second fight. And the sweeping scenery as Kyoko and Madoka enter her boss room, mimicking a train rushing by, is amazing as you're hit with the orchestra. I'm so glad so much effort is put into her <3 I think her timeline 3 appearance is good too, sadly she doesn't get any build up but I think the rock concert theme with the lights, stage and backup dancers helps the brief moment be cool enough

I think Izabel's introduction is pretty unique and cool, we get a one time view of what it's like for a civilian to run into a labyrinth. I think the build up is great but the payoff of Izabel being such a stationary boss and how she's killed so quickly isn't very exciting... it feels a little wasted but the build up is still good

I have complicated feelings about Kriemhild. I think her first appearance is pretty dull. Cool, but after seeing Sayaka's transformation it's nowhere near as good. I like ultimate kriemhild, of course. Her appearance is amazing and so different to anything we've seen up to it but of course it's very quick and brief. I think my favourite appearance of hers is in timeline 4 where she's this colossal giant in the background and in the movie version you get a thud as her name appears on screen. I love it, it's so subtle as she never does anything but you already know her power.

Walpurgisnacht is great and she earns it. She's built up the entire anime goddamnit! (well on the tv version at least). Homura's room, the storm warnings, the familiar parade, it's all amazing and you, me and she knows it. The fact that we see the cool and unbeatable Homura struggle against her is also amazing, she barely flinches and always laughs. She's amazingly imposing <3

Do these count, do they not? Well... I think the introductions to Quitterie and Itzli are good. They're unique witches hidden at the end of dungeons with lots of floors and they just come out of nowhere! I'm sure if I was playing portable blind I would be amazed

But ooohhhh, ohhh of course my favourite witch introduction, hands down, HANDS down, so down they're on the floor, the prize goes to Homulilly by beloved. Everything leading up to it is golden, the flower fields scene, the flaming bus, 'when did i become a witch?' the bit where Homura interrogates Kyubey 'i am anything but happy'/'this is not the happiness i asked for', the scene where Homura sees Madoka fall off the chair, the countdown ala Walpurgisnacht, then you're blessed by 'theatre of a witch' as Homulilly and a literal entire army appears. It's all beautiful and stunning. It's my favourite part of Rebellion absolutely, no contest, its probably my favourite part of madoka magica at all (well, including the fight too)

A special addition for Plejaden von Asunaro, the only spin off witch I could think of with a good introduction. I love the scene where she kills Mirai, the panelling and art is beautiful

[equizona]

CW: Horror/Unsettling themes?

Would it be cool to ask for how the Brothers react to a cryptid/uncanny valley creature male!MC? Like, they know his file says he's human but how he stares at them with a smile with too many teeth is just a little bit off, he has too many joints and has a tendency to pop up behind them whenever they think too long about him. This can be platonic but if you want to put a romantic spin on this little creepy lad and his demon buds go for it! From: obey-r-us

˗ˏˋ SLIGHTLY OFF ´ˎ˗

— STARRING: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

— NOTES: This idea is wonderful, and I appreciate you specify platonic or romantic a bunch. Also Obey-r-us is such a fun name?? Sorry for the long way I've been very upset about losing all my progress on OM sobsobsob but hope you enjoy <33 Also I didn't know what uncanny valley was until now ong

SLIGHT CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS (BELPHEGOR).

➸ LUCIFER

— PLATONIC

Lucifer will never admit to anyone how much you actually creep him out. He was the one who picked you for this program, and he still doubts your human origin occasionally. Every time he thinks of you for a little while and suddenly you're there. Those creepy smiles, the teeth he's sure you shouldn't have. The way your eyes stare straight through him. It all gives him the chills.

But he's not going to tell anyone that you do freak him out a little. It's a secret he takes to his grave.

He will threaten you a little more at the start of the program compared to how he is in the game's original story line. You freak him out and he doesn't quite trust you.

He'll still grow to know you better, and he eventually becomes quite fond of your weird habits and mannerism. He grows to find it to be a vital part of your unique charm.

He does have to bite back a laugh at the way you scare some of his brothers.

— ROMANTIC

Before you and him start dating, he'll naturally think about you more than he did before. So now he has to spend even more time with you, which just makes him more confused emotion-wise.

But he does eventually get over how bad he is with emotions and confess to you, and if you return his feelings? Bam, Lucifer has himself a creepy lil' fellow for a boyfriend.

Lucifer, spending more time with you, will eventually grow to be even more aware of your.. slightly non-human habits. He might subtly ask about your origin to try and confirm that you are human.

Even so, Lucifer doesn't really mind. If it's something he needs to know, or you want him to know, he has faith You'll tell him on your own pace.

➸ MAMMON

— PLATONIC

Mammon is much more open about how much you freak him out. How you make him uncomfortable, at least at the start. He'll constantly jump and screech in surprise when you suddenly pop up behind him, and he is very vocal about the shivers your smile and gaze give him.

Even so, Mammon doesn't actually allow anyone else to call you creepy, outside of your friend group. If a random demon calls you weird or anything, he will be on their case in seconds.

The thought that maybe you're not actually a demon never crosses his mind. So, he still calls you 'human', but sometimes that's accompanied by a 'freaky' at the start.

He's often grumbling about how you're even weirder than the witches he deals with, and that they'd probably love to meet you. Especially after you scare him.

He will still look for ways he can profit off of you, I'm sorry. At least it's never at the risk of your safety.

— ROMANTIC

If you end up in a more romantic relationship with Mammon, nothing really changes. The only major difference is that he'll be more physical with you, and that he won't mumble about how You'll get along with the witches. He won't act very different with an uncanny valley MC to a normal human MC.

➸ LEVIATHAN

— PLATONIC

Every time you pop behind him like that he nearly dies. He has fainted a few times, actually. Whether it's out of fear, shock or because he's flustered you will never know.

He doesn't pay you much attention until after you have a pact, where he'll start comparing you to supernatural characters in his anime, games and manga, and he'll do it with characters that act human but really aren't. This goes on for a long while until he realizes that something is off.

When he does, he will join Satan's investigation on you, in an attempt at finding out what you really are. He is very happy when he does this, because he feels like a main character searching for your secrets.

He might be a little freaked out, but he thinks you're the most fun he has had in ages! Everything screams right out of a manga to him!

— ROMANTIC

If you and him start dating, he'll continue with the investigation, but like Lucifer he will question you about it and try to find the answers. Though he is a lot less subtle about it compared to the first born.

Will study your habits when it's just the two of you. For both him and Satan.

He tends to ramble about you a lot. He rambles about how interesting you are, and how alike a fictional character you are! He annoys people with how much he talks about you, haha.

➸ SATAN

— PLATONIC

He is quick to notice that there is something slightly off about you, and it unnerves him quite a bit. With how you pop up behind him whenever he thinks of you, and the smile and blank stare. The silent way you walk and everything else. He is very suspicious of you, so he does what he does best when he wants to understand something!

You're his test subject now, congrats!

He is quick to start studying you and the way you behave. Your habits, your demeanor, what you won't and will eat, anything that might help him discover what you are. He has zero faith that you're fully human. And he will discover your secrets!

And even if he knows you know what he's up to, he won't stop. He also invites you to read with him as he digs through books to find a creature that explains what you are. He has had various ideas about it. His personal favorite one is your secret identity as a changeling.

If he finds you playing into his schemes and games a little, he will be very happy.

— ROMANTIC

If you're dating him, then you absolutely know about his low-key high-key stalker habits, and probably don't mind all that much. Which is convenient, since he has no plans of stopping.

He will also use his status as your boyfriend in an attempt at finding new clues about who, or more accurately, what you are. He doesn't actually take it that seriously anymore, but it's for fun. He often recommends you supernatural books to read.

➸ ASMODEUS

— PLATONIC

He will not go anywhere near you for a while. You're weird! And freaky! And very creepy. You almost remind him of a bug. Which is gross, by the way. And if you touch him during this time? He will scream.

Eventually, watching you interact with his brothers, he will start thinking that you're one of the cutest people ever. You're just the most wonderful human boy, aren't you?

He definitely acknowledges that you don't exactly seem completely human, but he also doesn't care the same way Levi and Satan do.

He takes a bunch of pictures of you, and in some he tries to capture your natural, sorta creepy charm! He grows to be quite affected by said charm.

He will absolutely get dresses in more stereotypical creepy outfits, and will try to get you to join him! And he'll do the same for more cute, pastel ones that he commonly wears. He also tries to get you into those with him! You can both match! Isn't that fun?

Might make up some silly stories about you to feed Satan and Levi's investigation. They know he's joking, but it turns into a joke later anyway, so neither of them mind.

— ROMANTIC

Oh? You're dating him?

Well, now there really is no escaping his matching outfits and matching aesthetics. He'll pull the 'you're my boyfriend,' card with you if you disagree. He plays dirty like that.

If anyone calls you creepy in his presence, they will regret it. Not because he gets upset, no, because he will speak for an hour about how that is your charm. And how the opposite vibes you both have make you both the best couple out there!

➸ BEELZEBUB

— PLATONIC

Much like Asmo, he acknowledges that there is something off about you. He is sure that humans don't have that many teeth. Or teeth that sharp. But at the same time, you don't seem malicious so it mostly goes like canon.

He does get a little weirded out whenever you look at him, like you're looking right jnto the very core of his soul. But as long as he doesn't feel like you're harmful, he doesn't mind what you do.

He will occasionally join in on Satan and Levi's investigation of you, but most of the time he ends up nearly reveling them to you (despite you already knowing) so he can't join in on the stetj missions.

He keeps a special eye on what you won't and will eat for both of them, and after the whole event with him he starts doing so because he wants to know you better.

He doesn't really pay much attention to your.. weird nature. But believe me, if he catches another demon calling you that, and you look upset? They are dead. Gone. Unalived. Nobody will ever see them again.

— ROMANTIC

Just like Mammon, there really isn't much of a change with the way he behaves when you're friends and when you're dating.

➸BELPHEGOR

— PLATONIC

Observant as he is, he can tell right off the bat that there is something weird about you. He almost thinks you've already seen through his plan when he's in the attic based on the way you look at him. But lazy as he is, he brushes that thought away and doesn't really care that much.

He does wonder how you're able to slip past Lucifer so easily. You're with him in the attic more often than he think you should be able to. He's slightly worried at first that Lucifer is going to caught you, but he realizes fast that you're just really sneaky somehow.

During the incident he can feel that there is something a little non-human about your bones. At least, from what he remembers from before the fall. He wonders how much humans evolved.

Afterwards, he does get a little engaged in the investigation that Satan and Levi have going on. And while he's usually too tired to bother helping them properly, he'll feed them all the information he has, and he will get engaged when he was enough motivation. He asks them to let him know if they find something on you.

He will absolutely question Lucifer on whether or not he knew that you were sneaking by to come visit him in the attic. Lucifer doesn't really answer, but Belphie is smart enough to understand the answer is no.

— ROMANTIC

If you get engaged in a romantic relationship with Belphie, he will open up to you and admit that he actually thinks your 'creepy' nature is very charming to him. Does Belphie have a thing for scary or creepy things? Yes, yes he does.

He sometimes copies certain things you do. Like the shallow stare that makes people feel you're staring into their soul? He can repljacte that perfectly. He is curious on how it makes you feel, though you don't really react to it that much.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Drabble or oneshots request:

Bucky craving pumpkins with reader

I *think* this is supposed to say 'carving pumpkins' but if not let me know ;) Thanks for the request!

WC: 1k

A/N: No warnings except that it's a heaping mess of fluff.

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“Don’t look,” you whine, sounding like a 5-year-old as you hover your arms over your creation.

“I’m not! You’re the one trying to take a peak at mine, love,” Bucky retorts.

You scoff, feigning offense. “I literally don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a fun, relaxing activity?” He asks with a face that is a mixture of loving and judgmental.

“It is! I’m having fun! I just want it to be a surprise.”

Bucky chuckles. “Alright then, love. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“You got it, Buck.” You wink before turning back to the half-carved pumpkin in front of you.

It’s a crisp October evening in upstate New York, your favorite weather. Dressed in one of Bucky’s comfiest flannels and a pair of leggings, you sit on the back deck of the Avenger’s Compound with your super soldier boyfriend, surrounded by the remains of two pumpkins you were currently working on.

He had -- in true Bucky fashion -- originally put up a stink about the idea of carving pumpkins. In the weeks leading up to October, you would list all of the Fall things you were excited to start doing. Apple picking, hay rides, corn mazes, but pumpkin carving was where Bucky drew the line.

“That’s a thing for kids, doll.”

“Do you really think I’m going to stick my metal arm in a gunk-invested vegetable? I’ll have guts stuck in there for years.”

“Can’t we buy pre-carved ones? Or just buy the seeds so we can roast them?”

But when the two of you walked through the Farmer’s Market, carrying a basket full of candles and apple cider donuts, he couldn’t turn away from the light in your eyes as they brightened with true unadulterated delight when you saw the pallet covered in orange gourds. And he knew he wasn’t going to be able to say no to the evil, vicious, adorable, stunning pouty face you gave him when you turned in his direction.

He didn’t say a word as he accepted his fate. Just walked over to the woman at the table, wallet in hand, and reached down to grab the two he thought looked best.

When he walked back, a pumpkin cradled in each arm, his grimace faded away at the sight of your luminous smile, filled with such joy that he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of pride that he had done something to get you to smile like that.

Hell, he even felt a little bit excited to cut into these squishy basketballs when you stood on your tiptoes to lean in for a kiss to express your gratitude.

So now, here you both are, elbow-deep in pumpkin remains, the scent of apple-caramel radiating through the space from one of the candles you had bought earlier that day, a half-eaten bag of donuts, your favorite Fall playlist softly playing in the background, and saran wrap plastered over Bucky’s metal arm. Alpine was sitting on top of her cat tower in the corner of the deck, snuggling with the spider plush you had bought her at the market.

“Okay,” you say, sitting up straight with a face full of confidence, “I’m done.”

“Same. Let’s see what you got, love.” Bucky reached to his left arm to rip off the saran wrap.

You move your pumpkin into view to reveal a jack-o-lantern face, but instead of smiling, its mouth is turned down. You had even carved eyebrows that knit together in the corners.

Bucky narrows his eyes at you, pointing at your creation. “I thought those guys were supposed to be happy and shit.”

You give him a sly grin. “They are, but I based this one off of something else. I call it ‘Grumpy Buck.”

Bucky scowls and you cackle, lifting up your pumpkin and reaching forward to hold it by his face. “See! Isn’t this like looking in a mirror?”

He rolls his eyes, muttering, “Love you too, doll.”

Your grin widens. “Don’t worry, love, there’s more.” You spin the pumpkin 180 degrees to reveal a smiling jack-o-lantern on the other side. “I call this side, ‘Bucky Whenever He’s With His Favorite Person AKA Me.”

He barks out a laugh at the ridiculous title and smiles at you. “You really put in a lot of layers into this project.”

You wink at him. “What can I say? My man is complicated, but he’s the best guy around.”

His heart swells, and he leans forward to give you a chaste kiss. It tastes like apples and cinnamon and something else that is so uniquely Bucky and it brings the same butterflies to your stomach that you felt the first time he kissed you and have felt from every kiss since.

“I love it,” he whispers as he pulls away.

It takes you a moment to clear your head after the dizziness his kiss brought and you blink a few times before pointing at his pumpkin. “Alright, your turn. Let’s see what you got.”

Bucky’s face goes serious as he moves to turn his pumpkin your way. You gasp as soon as his carving comes into view.

“What the fuck?” You exclaim, looking at his creation.

Which looks like a fucking work of art.

It’s a carving of Alpine, perfectly sculpted and shaded that it looks like he traced over a photo of your feline friend instead of freehanding it.

He grins. “Not bad, hey?”

You scoff. “When the hell were you going to tell me that you were a freaking Michaelangelo of pumpkin carving?”

He shrugs, picking up his dagger that he used to carve, a smile still on his face. “Babe, I’m good with knives, remember?”

You frown, crossing your arms in front of you and narrowing your eyes at him. “I still think mine is better.”

He chuckles, then puts down the dagger and takes your face in his hands.

“Your pumpkin is amazing. Everything you do is amazing.” He kisses you again and your frown falls away. “Thank you for an amazing day and for putting up with my grumpy old man self.”

You smile, filled with a sense of awe that you get to share your life with the man in front of you.

“So does this mean that we’ve found a new Fall tradition and you’ll do this with me every year forever?”

Instead of the scowl of dread you were expecting, Bucky’s smile widens.

“If I can have forever with you? I’ll do whatever the hell you want, doll.”

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[bakubro0]

Please anything shigaraki.. I feel like he would be nervous bc he’s inexperienced but at the same time kinda forceful bc he’s never experienced something like this and it goes to his head

note: god, yes!!!! shigaraki would be a mix of nevous about hurting you or being inexperienced and in a hurry to fuck the shit out of you. let's read about pairing: shigaraki tomura x reader warnings/tags: some headcanons of your relationship with shigaraki, not sfw (under the cut!!), minors dni!!!, virgin!shigaraki, inexperienced, a little fluffy at the end, virginity lost, slight breeding and degradation kink, our grumpy boy just being himself

Dating Shigaraki includes many implicit love gestures; as I said before, in the start he's not the best with physical love, but he tries his best for you.

it means that sometimes he'll just come and touch one of your hands with soft fingers that leave your skin tingling from the contact.

When things get sexual, Shigaraki is a lot more nervous than both of you could imagine. He's afraid of touching you in the beginning and the first time he hears you moaning he thinks he hurted you (just because of his cursed hands, poor boy).

But things change a bit on a particular night.

Both of you are spreaded in Shigaraki's bed. It's a big and soft bed, dark sheets that smell so good that makes your head spin.

Shigaraki's layed by your side as you kissed each other deeper, his teeth digging into your bottom lip. His moans are pretty low, heavy breaths as his cock throb inside his pants.

You can feel how anxious he is. Like his hands trembling in your hair as you whisper his name, agonizing for more of him.

"You're so good at everything", you say whimpering. "Your touch is divine"

This sentence makes him freeze. His hand stops right in the way from your face and his heavy and dark eyes search for any sarcasm in your words - but there are none.

"What did you said?" he asks in a shaky and raspy voice.

"Said your touch is divine" you respond breathless. Your eyes meet his panicking expression, mouth slightly opened, red eyes shining like rubis.

"Y/N this is not funny" he cuts out and starts to sit in the bed.

"I'm not kidding!" you protest. "Just want you to... Keep going"

"Keep going?" he repeats.

And well, he wants to keep going. Fucking hell, he wants it so much. You can say so looking at him - his cock marked in his pants, his heavy breath, the way he's squeezing his hands.

"You sure about this?" he asks again. But he seems to be ready to continue right before the words leave his lips.

You nod your head and open your arms a little for him to come closer.

Shigaraki get closer and licks his bottom lip before kissing you again. It's like a experimental kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with no hurry, his hands starting their way to your blouse.

That is something both of you know well. Foreplay is a good topic between the two of you because it feels safe for him - but somehow, this time, he's thinking the same as you. He wants more.

So, when the tips of his fingers - covered as always with that glove who keeps two of his fingers away from you - touches your breast a heavy shiver runs down your spine. You arch your back and Shigaraki is satisfied as he feel how his touch doesn’t hurt you - but makes you feel like this.

“Want more” he says and rip out your blouse with no warning. His lips abandon your mouth, but he wast no time; the next second you can feel his tongue playing with one of your nipples and one hand going down on your body. Shigaraki stops before his fingers can touch your underwear. “Take this shit off”

You smile lightly and obey, moaning when you feel two of his fingers on your clit. Again, that is nothing new to you, but the way he does it this time? Shigaraki look determined to make you cum only with his fingers pressed together against your sensitive bud.

“Is this good for you?” he asks with a mix of joy and sarcasm. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, yes, yes” you respond, too distracted by the feeling of his hands and mouth on your body. “Please, I want more!”

“More?” he asks and stops for a moment. His hands leave you and they undo his belt. His cock rests against his abs. “Is this what you want?”

The surprised look on your face leaves no space for words. You only nod your head once and push him to kiss you again, your hands wandering on his back, feeling how strong and warm his body is.

Since you got together, this is a moment both of you are waiting for. You were patient because you knew Shigaraki too well - you were the only precious thing in his life; he didn’t want any risk.

But the way his hands run through your body is no harm. otherwise, it's so good that you can almost collapse.

You open your legs to accommodate his body and sigh when feel his weight. Your eyes are almost closing, but the way he suddenly stops tells you something is wrong.

“Love”, you say under your breath. “You can put it inside”

One of your hands touches his hip and the other one his cock. You help him, slowly, to line up to your wet hole. A surprised groan escapes Shigaraki’s mouth when he feels with the tip of his cock how wet you are.

“It’s all for you, love”, you promised and he nodded, his eyes devouring you. Again, he wastes no time, slamming his hips against yours, the feeling too good for him to stop.

Shigaraki knows his thrusts aren’t right. His pace is a bit sloppy, but the way he’s filling you up leaves no space for any thought - the only thing you can think of is he.

“This feels so good” he praises and you roll your eyes in delight, almost screaming in response. “Never gonna leave this pussy”

“Love, please, please” you ask, too focused on the moviments he’s doing to think straight. How can he even do things this good?, you ask yourself.

“Please what?”

“Please, let me cum, please!” you whine. “C’mon, please”

“You’re so fucking needy, aren’t you? Looks like a whore”

You moan again when he presses two fingers against your clit and makes precise movements. white dots begin to appear in your vision as your orgasm approaches and Shigaraki's pace increases even more, his hips hitting yours, forcing his own dick deeper and deeper.

“I can’t believe I have been missing this all this time” he almost purrs. “I’m gonna make you all mine, love. Gonna fuck you untill you’re stuffed with my cum”

“Fuck, love, I’m gonna cum” you warn and that seems to be the signal he needs to destroy you.

Shigaraki's free hand forces your legs to open wider, giving him more room to move. His eyes are fixed on you as your eyes roll back and you scream his name, over and over, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure he gives you.

And knowing he can do that to you boosts his ego, makes him not even blink as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Feeling how drenched you are and how your walls are squeezing him, it doesn't take long for Shigaraki to start feeling his own coming orgasm.

He lets you keep moaning as he forces you to take everything inside you. The feel of his heavy body on top of yours, the way his cock is throbbing as he comes and the moans and grunts that escape as he lets his face rest against your neck— it's better than you expected.

Your hands caress the smooth, pale strands of his hair. Shigaraki's breathing is heavy and satisfied as you trail kisses down his face.

"Did you liked it?" he asked shyly.

And well, "shy" is not a common adjective for your boyfriend. But there are many things about Tomura Shigaraki that only you know. Like the sound of his amused laugh or the way he always looks for your body to cuddle in the morning. And the way he refuses to remove the gloves covering his hands since he learned you're something he doesn't want to disintegrate.

Perhaps the way he shows that he loves you may be different than expected - but you know he loves you as much as you love him.

You complete each other in a unique way, and now, feeling how his parched lips try to imitate your kisses across his face, you know.

His gestures of love are implicit, but they are as true as they could be.

You can read other things about Shigaraki here.

[incaensio]

her face almost sours at the way effie puts it. she's right, and that annoys domitila more — that this failure of a woman will get something unique, a prize domitila would wear just so much better. she tries not to show it, her well - rehearsed expression trembling only a moment before she is tipping her head, smiling a bit wider at the thank yous. if there is one thing she — as most capitolites — can pull off at the split of a moment (and enjoy) is good manners. "indeed." despite it all, the cattiness, the soft jabs, the envy, domitila may as well consider effie trinket a friend. were they not around the same circles, with a similar goal at some point? the main difference between them could only be the good taste domitila had (and effie hadn't) and a quicker ascension. "your lot wouldn't notice your lashes if it had fallen out, right? some of mine are so hopeless. i could walk around barefoot and in bright yellow and thea wouldn't even blink." that draws a laugh, genuine at last, even if at the expense of another.

it wouldn't be unusual if the people from twelve had missed on effie's little lash trouble because of their own appearances on the screen, though. "maybe. oh, what a nightmare it must be for him! don't you loathe when things go amiss under your thumb?" she tsks, puts the mirror back where it came from; her meaning could range from all sorts of things, from clothes having malfunctions to events like this falling apart due to something unpredictable. domitila considers herself flexible, but that was a line hard to cross. "i wouldn't know… it truly feels like such an exaggeration that it is almost comical. i wonder if it is a trick played by some academy kids with nothing to do." she's already spinning with fanciful excuses, because nothing else makes sense. the hunger games are a necessary event, its violence justified in the law of the country. who could, or would want to, go against that?

her own pair of victors, oh, how tacky. how tasteless, to want to mimic a spontaneous event that just about changed the history of the games as they knew it. effie almost wants to laugh, her eyes renewed with some sympathetic pity as she smiles at her poor, desperate companion, this time. "quite hard to make that lightning strike twice in the same spot, i imagine. but i'll be rooting for you!" she lies, her smile widening without an ounce of honesty in the flash of teeth. at the raised mirror, effie checks her lashes, prodding at them with careful fingertips. one is hardly off-center and can survive the rest of the night, but the other does seem to be trying to escape her lid with every blink. tragic, really. haymitch should've warned her. "you are a life saver, domi, dear," she murmurs, distracted as she gathers some glue on the tip of a fingernail and adds it to the fake lashes, holding it in place. she is grateful for the glue, that may be the more honest thing she's said so far. "where would we all be, without friends to let us know our lashes are off, am i right?"

a clumsy editor makes sense, too. maybe. at least she's not the only one who agrees that this was an odd occurrence, and that caesar indeed looked affected by it. "so sudden, right?!" her head nods in agreement. "caesar wouldn't miss the chance to announce a video like this was coming, i assume someone put it on before it was time." there are a handful of assumptions swimming in her head, but that's all they are. assumptions, at best. wild guesses to what could be happening behind the scenes. if she found him any more tolerable, she'd try to ask caesar about it, but she is not that desperate. "right! right..." she agrees, but her voice is unsure, unsteady. "such a strange... tone. end the violence, wasn't that what it said? what could they even mean by that?"

[parvulous-writings]

Not so Wyld morning // Bill S Preston + Ted Logan x M!Reader

Request:     can you write a fluff oneshot with bill (s preston) x ted logan x m! reader with like. a sleepy morning between the three?

Requested by: @mlmpunisher​

Summary: Starts off as the request, and then goes off on a trip to the Circle K. I may or may not have gotten carried away. 

Warnings: a brief joke about kidnapping/death.

Words: 3.5K

Notes:  I’ve been waiting for an idea/request for these two. They’re my comfort idiots. My love for them... Let’s just say I watch the movies a fair amount, eh? My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!

Not my gif 

You, Bill and Ted were spread rather haphazardly over Bill’s bed. Legs crossed over one another, hands on chests or in faces. You were all tangled together, not that any of you really cared about that at that moment.  You had all fallen asleep during a study session- you had been desperately trying to tutor your boyfriends Bill and Ted, so that they didn’t fail their history class and completely flunk out of school- mostly because Ted’s father, Captain Logan, was threatening to send the taller boy away to an Alaskan military school to whip him into shape should he fail the semester. That was now an all too real threat to the three of you, none of you wanted to get pulled apart from one another. You had been trying to quiz them on the philosophies of the great Athenian thinker Socrates (whom both young men insisted on pronouncing So-Crates no matter how many times you corrected them) when you passed out one by one. First Ted- who was up against the headboard, and whose head had slumped forward when you had gotten onto the fifth or sixth question. Then Bill, draped over Ted’s legs, after leaning back to protest about how the quiz was starting to become “A total drag,” around the tenth question. He had promptly passed out whilst you were telling him it was for their own good- you weren’t all that surprised when you were interrupted by a rather loud snore coming from the curly-haired Bill.You hadn’t bothered to try and wake either of them- not only would they both be rather irritable if you woke them up too early, but it was nearly one o’clock in the morning at that point, so you figured that perhaps they were both subconsciously onto something.  You had taken the range and array of textbooks off of the bed, creating a little more space for you to somehow work yourself between them and get more comfortable to get some sleep of your own. After some shuffling, and a few murmurs from both Bill and Ted, you had found the perfect position, where you had promptly fallen asleep with them.

You were the first to wake up. Ted had taken your arm in both of his in your sleep, cuddling it as if it were a teddy bear. Bill’s legs had somehow tangled with yours, and he had ended up nuzzled into the side of your chest, not that you minded all that much. Though Ted was the more affectionate of your boyfriends in public, Bill could be just as affectionate as him in private. You tried not to move at first, not wanting to disturb them- they could both be as bad as each other when it came to being woken up too early (too early was counted as anything before they woke up by themselves). So, for what you had gauged to be about twenty minutes or so, you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. There were no thoughts of any importance that drifted through your mind at this point, not until you had finally grown restless enough to carefully push yourself up onto one elbow to check the time on Bill’s alarm clock- which he rarely actually used as anything more than just a normal clock. It had just gone half past ten, and you felt your eyes go wide- that was much later than you had anticipated. Thankfully it was a weekend, though briefly your brain had tricked itself into thinking it was mid-week, causing even more of a jolt in your chest. You would have to get up soon to make your way back home; it was bad enough that you had spent the night out without letting your parents know that you’d be out past eleven o’clock. Every moment past nine in the morning that you spent away from them, the angrier they would get with you.  With this thought in mind you tried to push yourself up a little bit more, fully prepared to undertake the rather massive task of trying to begrudgingly untangle yourself from the two men you held dear, but you were quickly brought back down again by an unseen hand. Your head landed on Ted’s stomach, and you glanced over to him, seeing him peering back at you through tired eyes and a rather messy head of hair. He gave you a rather dopey smile, and you realised he was the one to pull you back; mostly prompted by the fact that Bill was giving another round of freight-train like snores. Ted’s head fell back again when you didn’t struggle against his protests of getting out of bed, and he gave a yawn before beginning to speak. “Morning, chief.” He mumbled, voice still raspy with the last dregs of sleep his body was trying to cling onto.  “I don’t get why you call me that.” You replied in a whisper, trying not to wake Bill. “Surely I should be the one calling you that- given your dad’s job and everything...”  “Eh,” Was Ted’s simple reply, accompanied with a rather lazy shrug. It was about a minute before the only other boy awake in the room started to speak again. “I mean, it does kind of suit you, doesn’t it? You keep me and Bill in order...” He prompted, glancing over to you with that same goofy smile, before his gaze moved back to the ceiling.  “For the most part, I guess.” You smiled back at him, taking his hand and draping his arm across you, so you could play absently with his fingers. Ted never minded that. 

The pair of you fell into a comfortable silence, which was disturbed only briefly, and rather inconsistently, by Bill’s snores. You weren’t sure how long you laid there for this time, but the rather delightful monotonous repetition was ultimately interrupted by a quiet groan of protest from the blonde haired boy at the end of the bed. He rolled onto his front, trying to cover his eyes- he had fallen asleep rather inconveniently where the light peaked through the blinds in the early morning. “Someone close the blinds,” He complained, trying to turn away from them but ultimately failing.  “Bill...” You chuckled lightly, nudging him to get his attention. “They are closed. The light is coming through the gap.” Your words were only met with a groan from Bill, and a stifled laugh from Ted.  “You should get it fixed, dude.” The taller boy jested, nudging the boy again, and Bill responded with a half-hearted swipe at Ted’s foot.  “Shut up, Ted.” Of course, he didn’t mean this in an inherently horrid way, despite his gruff tone. He loved both you and Ted deeply, more than he could love anything else- or at least that was what he thought. Ted thought very much the same thing- though that was no surprise. More often than not, it was like the two shared the exact same brain. If they were not thinking of the exact same plan down to the detail when it came to schemes, they were at the very least agreed on the end result. Most of the time this wasn’t too much of a problem for you- usually you were at the butt end of whatever shenanigan they were plotting- but there were times when you did get a little bit overwhelmed by the pair of them. More often than not, the times where you got overwhelmed involved a very particular phone-booth, with some rather unique properties. Unless you were in it’s presence you tried not to think about it- the amount of times you had been put through mind-bending situations already made your head spin to even consider again. They’d predict something, it would happen immediately after said prediction, then they would turn to one another and proclaim a quick “Excellent!” before reminding one another that they would need to remember that later. You were still a little bit confused by it- especially when they sprung something random on you-but you thought you were slowly starting to understand, even though the concept of time travel didn’t seem quite real. 

You broke your train of thought upon feeling a sudden weight on your chest. Though you wanted to crane your neck to see who it was, you didn’t really need to, you knew it was Bill. You did it anyway- your eyes being met with the golden curls of Bill’s hair. “Bill, love, I’m going to have to get up soon.” You warned him, as your movement would definitely affect him more than Ted.  “No.” He replied simply. From his tone, you could tell he didn’t overly want to debate it.  “But I stayed over without letting my parents-”  “You’re fine, you’re safe, what do they have to complain about?” He grumbled, shuffling so that his chin was on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your middle. His deep green eyes met yours, before flitting briefly to Ted, giving you both a smile. “C’mon, dude. It won’t hurt to have a little longer with us, right?” He asked, and you moved your hand to quickly brush a stray curl from his brow.  “Maybe he should go soon- like, just to check in.” Ted piped up, ever in your corner. “Cause you know what happens if he gets in trouble. He won’t get to see us for like... A week. That is most heinous, and you know it.” At this rather right line of reasoning, Bill groaned, burying his face into the fabric of your shirt.  “Shut up, Ted.” This was quite muffled, and of course still not completely serious. You laughed softly, “Okay- what about this? One hour. Like this.Then, we can ask Missy to drive us back to my place, and I can let my parents know I’m fine, and you two haven’t like... Murdered me, or something.” You joked, and you can feel Ted nod enthusiastically underneath you.  “Yeah, that’s a good idea!” He agreed, and you could hear the smile that was in no doubt plastered onto his face. “Then we can all head down to the Circle K afterwards, right?”  “Sure we can, Ted.” You agreed, reaching up behind you to clumsily pat his cheek.  “Only if he isn’t in trouble, remember?” Bill pitched in, shuffling to get comfortable again. “What about half an hour? If we want to head to Circle K, obviously.” You all consider this new plan for a moment, before each of you gave a curt nod, in unison. 

So there you all stayed- you nearly even fell asleep again before you felt Bill roll off of you. He then took your arm and helped you up, and Ted quickly rolled off of the bed to grab his sneakers. Bill chucked yours at you, before going to get his shoes as well. Ted was the first downstairs- “Hey, Missy?” He called out, and he was quickly met with the young woman’s reply.  “Yeah? What’s up, Ted?” She asked, giving a warm smile.  “We were hoping that you could drive us to (Y/N)’s house?” He asked, briefly wringing his hands, as he eagerly awaited her response.  “Sure thing!” She nodded cheerily, “Let me just finish making these drinks, and I’ll be right with you. You guys go out to the car.” She nodded over to the door leading to the garage. As you and Bill started down the stairs, Ted eagerly gestured for you both to follow him.  It didn’t take Missy very long to finish making the drinks she was preparing, and you all piled into the car. “So- did you all sleep well?” The blonde woman asked, glancing back at you and Bill in the back of the car- Ted had a fascination with sitting in the front seat. Ted and Bill nodded individually; you were the one to verbally reply.  “Yeah, I think we all got a fairly good night sleep.” You give an almost awkward smile. Though, at one point, both of your boyfriends had had some form of crush on her- despite her being quite a few years older than all of you- you hadn’t entirely understood why. You never really mentioned it though.  “Good to hear,” She replied, still wearing that joyful smile. “Hey, Bill- you might need to use the spare key today, the one behind the plant, if you’re staying out late with the boys.” She took a turning as she spoke, keeping her eyes on the road. “Me and your dad are going out for dinner tonight.”  “Okay, Missy- I mean, mom.” Bill replied, quickly correcting himself on his mistake. “Just stop on the corner here,” He told her, gesturing to the side of the road a five minute walk from your house.  “Are you sure?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder as she spoke. “I can take you all the way, if you-”  “No, it’s alright, thanks, Missy.” You interrupt quickly, leaning forward. “Here is fine.” She shrugged, but begrudgingly pulled over. 

“Thanks, Missy!” Ted called after the now fleeting car, giving a wave as well, before jogging to catch up with you and Bill, who had already started to cross the road to get to your street. “I’ll quickly grab some money whilst we’re there,” You told the pair of them, and they nodded.  “I was thinking we could get some slushies.” Ted suggested, giving a wide smile.  “Blue and red?” Bill added, giving a smile of his own, and Ted nodded energetically.  “Our tongues’ll end up as purple, you two know that, right?” You teased with a grin, glancing over your shoulder as Bill laughed heartily. It took Ted a moment longer to get the joke, but he started laughing even harder than Bill when it clicked with him.  “Oh well,” Bill shrugged, a rather mischievous smile. You fell into silence again as you jogged up your driveway, almost wrenching open the door and calling out a hasty “Hey!” to announce your presence to the household and those within it. You quickly made your way to your room, as Bill and Ted quietly entered your home after you, choosing to stay in the hallway- even though they had visited and stayed over at your house many times before. They were both silently hoping that they were making their will to leave relatively soon clear. Your father came into the living room, glancing to the two boys standing awkwardly in the hallway. “Bill, Ted.” He greeted, calmly. Bill mouthed a silent ‘Hi’, whilst Ted just waved. Neither of them wanted to anger your parents- Ted, because he knew how authority figures could be, he’d had experience with his own father, and Bill just didn’t want you to be punished and kept away from them. You came back through as quickly as you could, palming some of your loose change in your hand, making sure you would have enough for a slushie for yourself, and for your boyfriends if they hadn’t brought any money with them- which was more than likely.  “Going out again?” Your father asked you, wanting to make some sort of conversation. You nodded, glancing to him and giving a smile.  “Yeah, heading out to Circle K with Bill and Ted.” You told him. He was a lot more relaxed with the rules than your mother- whom you currently assumed to be out for lunch with one of her friends.  “Did your study session go well, then?”  “Yeah- we went over Socrates again. We all passed out- that’s why I didn’t come home or call last night.” Your father laughed gently, he understood.  “I figured as much. Your mother was saying that you could have been kidnapped- but I kept saying you’re a smart kid, you’d know what to do if that were a risk. Plus, I don’t think there’s anyone in San Dimas who would want to kidnap you.”  “Even if they did want to steal him away, we’d take whoever it is on,” Bill stated, confidently- nudging Ted.  “Yeah, we would!” The taller boy confirmed with a nod. You giggled and shook your head at the pair. Even your father chuckled gently at them.  “Good to know my son is in safe hands.” Though your father was aware that these two weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed of San Dimas, he wasn’t about to take away some of your only company. Your mother had brought it up to him before, but he usually elected to ignore the comments. “Anyway- get going, before your mother gets back. If she sees you going off with these to again without checking in properly she’ll have a fit.” He gestured to the door, “Just be back by eleven tonight, alright?”  “We’ll have him back by then!” Ted told him, opening the door and striding out, followed closely by Bill, and then you. Your father gave a wave, before heading back into your family home. 

There were few words on the journey to the local orange ringed store, you only started to speak again when you had each purchased your chosen flavour of slushie. Bill with strawberry, Ted with blue raspberry, and you with another blue raspberry. You all took a seat on the curb, and you decided to fill the silence with one of the first thoughts that came to your head mid-sip. “So, are you two ready for the end-of-semester presentation Mr Ryan is going to assign?” You asked, and both of your boyfriends looked rather shocked. “What? He’s done it with every other year-group, and we’re not exactly different, specification wise....” You pointed out, and Ted groaned.  “I suck at presentations.” He complained, “Plus neither of us can remember anything that Mr Ryan has taught us!” He exclaimed, gesturing rather wildly with his slushie. “I mean, even with your help, dude, I don’t think we’re going to do all that well.” You were about to speak, but Bill was the one to step in first.  “We gotta try, man,” He placed an affectionate hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder, “If we don’t, it’s even more likely that you’re going to be sent off to that heinous school in Alaska.” Ted considered this, then nodded. Bill was right.  “I’ll do everything I can to help my boys remember all they can,” You told them, a fond smile on your face which they quickly returned. They loved being referred to as your boys, they couldn’t even deny it- you could see it in their eyes. Bill leant over and pressed a very brief kiss to your cheek- though not before checking the parking lot was clear, empty of onlookers- and Ted reached across Bill’s legs to grab your hand, squeezing your palm to show some affection; you were too far away for a kiss from him, and he didn’t overly want to get up whilst his slushie was still rather full. He took a sip from the plastic straw in his beverage, before clearing his throat. “So..” He began, starting to grin wider than usual. “Who wants to make purple?” He nudged Bill, who then quickly looked to you, wearing the same grin as your other boyfriend. You started to laugh- of course this had been something that neither of them had forgotten. 

Without another word exchanged between you, you leant to close the gap between you and Bill, letting lips and tongue tangle in a passionate display of affection. Ted stared on adoringly, not overly minding that Bill was the first to get your attention and affection- though now he had finished off the majority of his drink he scuttled round to your other side, carefully taking your jaw in his hand when you eventually pulled away from Bill to catch your breath. Your break didn’t last for too long, since Ted pulled you gently so your already kiss swollen lips met his equally soft ones. Bill couldn’t help the warm and love-filled smile that spread over his face, before he just had to press a kiss to your cheek, and then reach over to Ted’s cheek to make sure he wasn’t left out. You all separated after a minute or so, and you wiped your lip carefully, wearing the same wide and almost goofy smile as the other two. Your lips, and tongue, as predicted, had turned a rather strange shade of purple.  “I think we should get another snack,” Ted suggested, “Cause I’m hungry, and then we can get the colour off of our tongues,” He grinned, and Bill considered the preposition.  “I guess some food wouldn’t hurt...” He agreed, “Marshmallows?” He suggested, which was replied to with a nod from both you and Ted. “I’ll get them then,” Bill smiled at you both, searching his pocket for some spare change as he got to his feet; marshmallows were a fair bit cheaper than slushies, and he could afford them with what he had to hand. Whilst he went back into the Circle K, you shuffled closer to Ted, smiling lightly as he drew you closer with an arm around your shoulder. That morning had certainly been most excellent, as most of the time with your boyfriends always was- it was something that you always looked forward to; spending time with them, making memories that would forever make you smile. 

[colossal-fallout]

Can we have a hella needy (to the point near crazed) dom Hange annihalating a GN reader's cognitive functions with a strap? Thanks :D

I certainly can. 😚

Hange just awakens something in me...

GN reader X Hange

Warning: NSFW 18+ SMUT. Mouth spitting. Slight deg. Strap on.

   “Levi, did you need section A3b put with the Research grant, or the Research progress report?” You ask, holding up two rather large chunks of paper work.

Levi’s eyes flicker up to you from his standing position at a table in Hange’s office; elbow deep in his own work. 

“I have no idea.” He mutters honestly. “Ask shitty glasses.” 

You turn to look at Hange who was usually at her desk in the corner. “Hange, do I pu-” 

You freeze when you notice she’s staring at you intently, her elbows on the desk and covering her mouth with her entwined fingers; her eyes dark and an eyebrow raised. You knew that look. She was so deep in thought that you would probably have to rouse her from her daydream. 

“Hange?” 

“Oi, wake up.” Levi scolds, throwing a wooden pen-pot in her direction. 

She flinches as it crashes onto the surface of her desk. 

 “Hm?” She blinks. “Sorry. I was miles away.” 

“We know.” Levi mumbles with a cold glare from his steely eyes. “Which file do we put A3b into?” 

“Both. You need two copies.” 

You and the captain both let out an exasperated sigh, pulling out an extra sheet of paper and readying your quills. 

 Her chocolate pooled eyes return to you, her mind slowly sinking back into her daydream as if she were sliding into a hot bath. Those beautiful orbs latch onto your form, drinking you in deeply. You’d assumed she was pondering some science thing like she usually did. But unbeknownst to you and Levi, under her desk her legs were crossed tightly, her crotch thudding and pulsing with intense yearning for you. There was just something about you that just ignited the kerosene of her wildest, most feral desires. 

 The way you moved for example; to anyone else you’re just... moving. But to her its like your movements are pronounced, your unique mannerisms standing out as if the air around you were a liquid and you just sort of...stood out. 

And those eyes... that smile... that ass.

 You and Hange Zoe had been dating for a little while now, but it wasn’t too often you got to spend time alone these days. Erwin was really piling on the workload and the much needed anti-stress hormones only added fuel to the fire. 

Her thighs tense and squeeze together, hardly not able to take the hot gushing sensation her body was providing her with; her skin heating up as she watches your furrowed brow concentrate on your writing.

 She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, her leg beginning to bounce up and down with impatience. 

 Come on, Levi. Hurry and finish your work... She silently pleads, her nails now digging into the wood of the chair her own perfect ass was placed upon. 

Her eyes enlarge when you bite your lip in concentration - the last time she saw you do that was when you were riding her face into glory. Your cum so deliciously sweet and filling. Who needed food if she had your bodily fluids to feast upon? 

She relives the moments you’d come undone at her doing, your cries of pleasure melodic, your facial expressions as you -

“I’m done.” Levi finally sighs with relief, head rolling back to your direction. “You need any help? Or can I go and take a shit?” 

“They’re fine.” Hange snaps her head up. “I’ll help them if they need it.” 

“Okay.” Levi shrugs. “Don’t torture them too much.” he heads for the door. 

Oh if only he knew.

Hange gets to her feet, slowly circling to the other side of her desk as he makes his way to the door, trying to hold herself back as much as possible during those torturous last few seconds of Captain Levi’s presence. 

She follows him to the door feigning a yawn as he opens the door. 

“Goodnight, Levi.” 

“Night.” 

 Not even a second after he leaves the threshold of her office, she slams the door behind him and locks it, the loud bang catching your attention. 

“H-hange?” You ask, noticing her expression as she stalks towards you - The very same she rarely showed when she was about to go ape shit over something. “S-sorry, i’m almost done I swea-” 

She silences you by yanking your hair and slapping her lips off yours, tongue instantly sliding down your throat with no reservations. Her free hand rips your shirt before you even have time to register what’s going on. Her hands ravish you, like a person who’d been staved for days, finally able to get their hands on a human sized piece of meat. 

“Take off your pants. Now.” She growls. 

The authority in her voice sends an immediate rush of arousal down between your legs, yet you were still trying to take in what was going on. You automatically obey, sliding your trousers down your thighs, her hand grabbing your sex as soon as it tasted the fresh air. 

“This is mine.” She growls, her teeth nipping your neck. “And I demand to use it. Right now.” 

You nod, lips parting. “Y-yes ma’am...” 

In a flash she has you bent over, face on the desk sticking to the now not-so-neat stack of papers, your hands pinned behind your back as she harshly takes her free hand and slithers it around your body, starting to rub and caress between your legs, her crotch grinding against your bare ass as her clit demands your friction. 

Her long body leans down and caresses her face into your nape, hand still working you as you whine, her hips rolling against your soft flesh. 

“mmm...” She groans in your ear, “Your body is mine. I can do what I like to you.” She reinforces this with a territorial sinking of her teeth, sucking your neck and leaving a nice darkening mark upon your flesh. 

Hange is beyond feral. 

She crossed that bridge an hour ago when you’d dropped your papers and bent over in front of her. 

She was now well within the territory of hysteria. 

Her grinds become more desperate, your shoulders hurting from how she hand you pinned, but it was complimented deliciously from how her hand and fingers were attentive to your sex, your knees weak as her hot breath invades you in the best possible way. 

She suddenly spins you around, the relief of her grasp making you sigh deeply while you watch her remove her own trousers and unveiling her pussy - her arousal leaking from her lips and spreading to her thighs and ass as she harshly pushes you down onto your knees, pushing herself into your mouth with a high pitched whine. 

“Good little soldier...” She hums, eyes closing and head throwing back as her hands rock your head at her own pace, totally under her control. “You make me feel so... ah~! so good.”  

The taste of your lovers thick juices makes you whine like a little lap dog, wanting nothing more than for her to totally ruin you like the little bitch you were for her.

Her over sensitive slit that was good to blow at the best of times began to flex and quake, her loud moans warning you she was about to detonate.

Your eyes enlarge as she screams your name again and again into the heavens, her orgasm igniting the flames of your own yearning as she cusses and swears, her grip on your hair becoming tighter.

She begins to laugh softly as she comes back down to earth, the euphoria of finally having you possessing her - that succubus within her clawing its way to the surface as she throws you back onto the desk with ease, reaching into the drawer.

She'd been prepared.

She knew you were going to be in her office this evening and she wasn't about to let this chance of annihilating you slip through her starved fingers.

"Hange..." You whine in wanting when she pulls out her large strap, not taking her snug eyes off you as she fastens it to herself, adjusting it with such familiarity she didn't need to look down.

Running her tongue up your neck and into your ear, she lines it up to you, the anticipation a disgusting drug that made you feel almost ashamed to be excited to be destroyed by this magnificent woman. Hange turns you into something you weren't too familiar with, but you didn't care; especially as she slides it into you after spitting down onto your entrance.

You cry out as she thrusts, the friction on her clit from the toy enticing an evil grin as she fills you to the brim over and over again - that wild insane gleam in her eye as she smirks at you was enough to hurtle you into your own corner of lustful insanity.

"Beg for me" she hisses with malice, grabbing your face with force.

"Hange! Oh my god! Please! Harder!"

Her nails dig into your cheeks as she graces your wish, slamming herself roughly in and out of you, watching your eyes roll and cross, your body becoming a pile of mush in the palm of her hand.

She gives your cheek a squeeze. "Open."

You obey, parting your lips and flattening your tongue as she gathers spit at her lips, pushing it out with her wet muscle and watching you swallow it like it were holy water - a sinner desperate for their retribution.

Her hips slam harder, the desk clanking everything that were in the drawers as your orgasm quickly hurtles towards you.

"Cum for me." She commands.

You heard the scream. But it didn't feel like it came from you. But apparently it did as your body explodes into waves of white hot surges, rolling through you over and over again, your jaw slackening, still in Hange's grasp, your tongue falling out - the sight of this pushing your lover back into that higher plane of existence her own loud cries almost harmonising with yours and you both blindly tumble down into the void.

Hange had wanted - no needed you for days. The supernova of finally having you was more than heavenly as your ruined sex gets pushed into ecstasy again and again. Hange really does bring some dark shadow aspect of yourself to the surface. You really were just her bitch.

And you love it.

[poptod]

Will You? (Rami Malek x Reader)

Description: Meeting Rami in the back alley behind an awards show.

Notes: ugh ive been having writers block for the first time in like two years so ive only been writing short stuff. i have a couple fics backpiled for various rami characters so thats coming up! gender neutral as usual WC: 1.5k

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Ugh.

How quickly it all became too much. You wondered, clutching your aching head, why you even came here; large parties were never your scene, public events even less so. A world-wide broadcasted movie awards event was nothing near anything you'd done before. Earlier in the day, as you were dressing and readying yourself for the evening, you stared into the mirror and wondered then, as well, what you were doing.

Maybe––probably––it had to do with the fact that one of your favorite actors' presence was assured, and you rarely ever visited New York, making this the first time you'd been in the right place at the right time to have the opportunity to do this. You steeled yourself then and you steeled yourself now, digging into your clutch bag to pull out a carton of cigarettes.

You fumbled with the cigarette as you reached back in, searching for your lighter. A frustrated grumble grew in your mouth and came out as a curse. With a harsh sigh you yanked your hand out, throwing it up into the air, and sitting with a thud on a wooden box laying by the side of a large trash bin. You rubbed your face harshly, attempting to wipe away the irritation. To no avail––you had no lighter, and your nerves were itching, teeming with aggravation that crawled like bugs beneath your skin. You needed this and the world didn't like you.

The door you'd left the building from opened once more, swinging shut with a loud clanking sound that seemed to echo in the vacant alleyway. Drops of water fell into the puddles at your feet, still present from the earlier rain, and now filled with bits of trash. The very same water almost splashed onto you as a car passed by, its' wheels revving and spinning away through a massive puddle. It must've been midnight, but assholes were still awake as well, and the city lights showed no sign of stopping.

This was why you only visited New York City.

"Here," someone with a deep, rough voice spoke, and you looked up to find a vein-filled hand balancing a blue lighter between the second and third fingers.

There weren't any active lights in the alleyway, but the puddles reflected the street lights that stood a few meters away. That was enough to recognize him when you glanced to his face.

Rami fucking Malek.

He turned almost the second you looked up at him, meaning he didn't catch the sudden, stumbling recognition that flooded your expression. Thankfully, you had the time to calm yourself before he sat down across from you on a dirty (and probably wet) stool.

"Thank you," you said, lighting your cigarette and breathing in the sweet smoke before you said anything else. "You're a lifesaver."

"No, I just have a smoking problem," he said.

You both laughed, softly, and looked away.

You took another drag.

"You're Rami Malek, aren't you?" You said through the smoke that escaped you. It was rough on your throat, but you didn't especially care anymore. Somehow, you remembered a flask of water––just not the lighter.

"Yeah," he said with another soft, bashful, chuckle.

"I like your work. Or, your style," you mumbled as you tapped the ashy end away. He might've been a star of your dreams, and mere images of him might've taken your breath away, but you would treat him like a regular person. "It's.. unique, but familiar."

"Thank you," he said, nodding, a charming grin on his face. "May I ask your name?"

"(Y/N)." You shifted in your seat as you looked down. An ounce of humor came to you once you said, "you won't recognize the name."

"No, but I'm happy to recognize it in the future," he said, tilting his head in your direction.

You broke out in a laugh and a wide, blushing grin, shaking your head. God, he looked good in a suit––all black. Silver in his lapel. His neck revealed colored veins that led up to a jawline that would surely cut you. Why was he talking to you? Why was he being nice?

"You're a charmer," you finally said through your giggling, continuing with, "do you want some?" before he could say anything.

You handed the cigarette to him and he took it, pursing his lips and letting go with a puff of smoke. Even in the hot, humid air, those clouds coalesced and drifted away just as usual.

"You're not an actor," he stated, his eyes fixed on the cigarette as he tapped the ashes away. "Not here for that, so why are you here? Just out of curiosity."

"That's... a very good question," you said with an exasperated laugh. "I'm a teacher, I don't know what I'm doing here."

"Teacher?" He repeated. "My brother's one of those. What d'you teach?"

He handed the cigarette back to you.

"Third graders," you grumbled. He sucked in a sharp breath in a wince. "I usually do first graders, but not this year."

"That's rough, I've heard those are demonic years," he said, earning a laugh from you.

"Yeah, that's a good way of putting it," you said as you doted on the cigarette. "I guess this is just the first time I've visited New York when an awards show is happening."

"How do you like the big screen life so far?"

"Not very much, but I never thought I would," you said quietly, but he still chuckled. "I... I did think about being an actor, when I was a kid. I think a lot of kids do these days, though. Actors are.. like the new Gods. You know, in ancient times people would worship idols, and that's what people call you now..." you met his gaze and couldn't tear yourself from it, "... idols. Images of something to strive for."

He nodded, his brow creased in deep thought.

"After a while the world shows you what celebrity life is really like, and you read all sorts of things, see how people change... eventually you don't really want it anymore," you said, shrugging. "Or you decide you want it, or want part of it despite the other stuff."

He nodded again but had little to say despite being a celebrity himself.

"Which was it for you?"

"Hm?"

A spell broke over his eyes and he appeared to return to normal, having not heard or comprehended your words.

"Did you become an actor because you wanted all of it, with the bad parts, or you wanted a specific part and still became an actor despite all the other things?"

"... complex question," he said after a moment, rocking his balance back and forth awkwardly as you laughed. "I wanted to become other people, transform myself into characters. I was attracted to the job. Not the other things attached to it."

"Well I'm glad you became an actor anyway," you said, relighting the cigarette with a quick drag. "That way I could meet you."

"And I could meet you, as well," he said in that same, deep voice he used when he first spoke to you.

You could do nothing but chuckle and cast your eyes down, shaking your head.

"Yeah, I guess you could," you mumbled.

He reached forward, snagging the cigarette from between your fingers. That made you look up, drawing your attention back to the subtle lines marking his face, and the glow of fire that revealed cool, green eyes behind thick lashes.

A loud wave of cheering came from inside the building, and the both of you looked back at the steel door. Still unopened.

"I should probably get inside, the cameras might notice my seat's empty," he said in a similar mumble.

The cigarette, now nothing more than a filter, dropped from his lips and fell to the ground, squashed beneath his shiny, black shoe.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Have to be," you said as you stood. "Not wasting a fifty dollar ticket on my damn social anxiety."

He chuckled and said, "I'd invite you to sit with me, but there aren't any free spots. How about..." He'd been opening the door, but he paused, causing you to misstep and halt yourself only when your chest was an inch from his. Your eyes darted up to his. "Come see me after the show. I have a '97 bottle of Montalcino at home that I think you'd enjoy."

You nearly choked on your own spit, but fortunately for you, it only came out as a cough and a clearing of the throat. 'What', almost escaped your mouth in the most astounded tone before you bit it back.

Was he propositioning you? Was this a friendly invitation? Why was, again, Rami fucking Malek asking to spend anymore time with you than he had to?

You realized a silence had spanned between you when his eyes flickered down to your lips, at which point shock fully brought you back into your body.

"Will you?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah," you murmured. "I'd like that."