#mz writes

[mrsalwayswrite]

Snow & Fire (Buck Cleven x reader)

Summary: What began as admiring the first snowfall turns into something much more as Buck joins her outside, threatening to melt the surrounding snow with the growing heat between them. 

a/n: reader is female and from Georgia, USA. those are the only defining factors.

This was inspired by the prompt 'snowfall' for @creators-club 24 Days of Christmas Writing Challenge.

Warnings: none really, couple swear words and mild spicy

Words: 2500

Even through the despair and suffering, through the biting cold and the empty stomach, she was helpless but to stare in wonder. 

While everyone else hid away inside the mediocre warmth provided by their bunkhouse inside Stalag Luft III, she sat on the step outside. It was dangerous and foolish. It was asking for trouble. Nazi soldiers patrolled the compound, guns and dogs by their side, itching for a fight to break up the monotony of the days. The temperature dropped as winter descended and with the Red Cross packages delayed in getting to the prisoners of war, or confiscated by the Germans, winter clothing was lacking amongst the prisoners. All excellent reasons for her to remain in the bunkhouse with the airmen. Safety. Warmth. Survival. 

Yet she stayed on that step, staring up at the gloomy, gray sky, the sun hidden by thick clouds, unable to drag herself away. 

The snowfall was beautiful. 

Little, delicate snowflakes drifted down to the ground like glistening sugar or feathers from angel's wings. So slowly they fell, as if gravity held no meaning. A graceful dance to the hard, cold ground. 

What surprised her the most was how silent it was. An almost sacred hush hung over the compound as the snow fell, as if this was a holy occurrence. Perhaps it was in a way. For as time passed, those delicate snowflakes, easily melted if caught on a finger or tongue, gathered on the ground and buildings. What used to be a compacted, dirt ground transformed into a gleaming field of white. The dull buildings glistened with the coating of snow on them, giving them a cheer never meant for them. Even the trees surrounding the compound, sentries guarding the otherside of the fence, appeared less menacing. Those that lost their leaves within the past months now appeared less like skeletons standing watch over those who dared to oppose the Third Reich. The evergreens seemed to embrace the snow, just missing the candles and bobbles to create a holiday cheer. Something certainly lacking in the Stalag Luft. 

Unaware of the eyes watching her, she held her hand out, marveling as the snowflakes fell on her skin. The pinprick of iciness was no longer noticeable with how cold her hands were. 

“What're you doing out here?”

That smooth, gravelly voice was easily recognizable, particularly from those in the 101st Bomb Group. Tipping her head to the side, she could see the man standing in the doorway. “Afternoon, Major.”

Buck Cleven hesitated for a moment before stepping outside and closed the door behind him. To her surprise, he sat down on the step next to her, their thighs almost touching due to the short width of their perch. His sharp gaze scanned the area around them, eyes lingering on the security tower with its Nazi occupants as he adjusted his signature blue scarf around his neck. 

“It's not safe for you to be out here alone.”

“Yeah…I know.” She could feel his gaze, feel the unasked question. Needing to occupy her hands suddenly, she tugged her coat closer around her body. The coat was about two sizes too big for her, meant for a man and not a female navigator. She was lucky to have it. 

She was even more lucky to have miraculously earned the friendship of Buck Cleven. When others argued and fought that a female navigator was an abomination, he stood resolutely by her side. That simple act was enough for many of the airmen at Thorpe Abbotts to eat their words. They may have grumbled amongst one another but as time passed and she showed her exceptional capabilities as a navigator, those remarks lessened. Another element that cemented their friendship was their sobriety amd thus their shared trials of corralling their other friends after a night of drinking. 

Never would she breathe a word of the crush she had developed as time passed. It was almost impossible not to fall for him, with his dashing good looks, charming and kind personality and his aura that seemed to draw people in. She was helpless against it, yet that truth never dared touch her lips. 

“I've never seen snow before.” She murmured, breaking the silence. 

“Really?” He asked in response to her quiet admission. 

She hummed, sticking her tongue out to catch a snowflake on it. 

“How have you never seen snow?”

“I grew up in Georgia on the coast. I've lived through hurricanes and blisterin’ summer heat…” she shrugged, “but it's never snowed.”

“Huh. I guess I didn't think about that.”

“Well, not all of us can grow up with snow capped mountains in our backyard.” She teased. 

He huffed a laugh and knocked his shoulder into hers.

“It's beautiful though. Like… I don't know…. Reminds me of that powdered sugar my Ma’d use to make frostin’ for Christmas cookies.”

He hummed in agreement. “I can see that…guess I never thought of it that way. It's always just been snow to me, even as a kid. Always cold and wet.”

“That's a shame. I'd have loved to build a snowman as a kid.”

“I did once…behind a bar.” He hesitantly said, as if dragging the words from the depths of his memories, his blue eyes clouded with the dark memory. “My father lost his bet. He came out mad…and drunk. He kicked it over and said I was too old to make childish things like that.”

“I'm sorry. That's…” Words failed her, unable to decide on a word strong enough to show how terrible his experience sounded. Her heart broke for a young Gale, his innocent joy destroyed by the anger of a parent.  Silently, she reached over and squeezed his hand, hoping he understood what her voice failed to convey. 

“Christ, your hand is freezing.” He quietly scolded. Immediately, he folded his hand over hers and reached for the other one in her lap. With both of her hands clasped between his larger hands, he tried to rub heat back into them. “You'll likely lose fingers if we don't warm you up.”

“Sorry.” 

“You need to take care of yourself. We'll see about finding some gloves for you. I will ask around.”

“That's not–you don't need to do that.”

“We can't have you losing your fingers. I heard they are vital for our navigators.”

She snickered. “Yes, sir.”

A small, intimate smile blossomed on his face as he brought her hands to his mouth and began to blow warm air on them. 

As his breath touched her skin, sparks zipped up her arms to her heart, making it flutter and dance like a startled bird caught in a cage. A near silent gasp slipped from her lips at the sensation. She stared wide-eyed at him, spellbound by the man next to her. Even if she had any inkling of pulling away, she would have been unable to with the sheer intensity of his blue eyes, pinning her in place even more than his hands around hers. 

It was overwhelming and thrilling. 

What possessed her next, she would never know. Perhaps the cold had addled her brain or it was his intense gaze, making her feel like they were the only two people in the world, that made her lose her inhibitions. Perhaps it was the sparks dancing along her nerves endings, making her want to draw closer, to give into the sensation completely. For she allowed her finger to reach out and gingerly trace his bottom lip. 

She remembered how some of the women back at Thorpe Abbotts would gossip and guess about what kissing Major Buck Cleven would be like, since he was quite chaste with his attention even though he was single. He was friendly enough with the women but never sought certain…affections, like others did. 

Although now, she could rationally say that even slightly chapped, his bottom lip was still pillowy soft and probably would be spectacular to kiss. Even the new scars on his cheeks only enhanced his features, appearing like lines on a runway, directing towards his plush lips that were begging to be worshipped. 

He stilled at her movement, neither pulling away or drawing closer. Yet with that single action, the air surrounding them shifted, like a heavy fog curled around them. His eyes…their intensity doubled. His gaze transformed to heavy-lidded and piercing in the blink of an eye. 

Feeling emboldened, her thumb slowly traced his upper lip. His eyelids fluttered shut as her thumb moved to trace the seam of his lips. She could feel his shaky exhale, feel the faint tremble in his hands under her touch. 

Thinking she had taken it too far, she gently started to tug her hands back but his grip only tightened, refusing her escape. Instead, his eyes snapped open, a heated gleam in his gaze, a naked want unmasked as he stared unabashed at her. 

Eyes pinning her in place, he kissed the finger still in place to caress his lips, then slid down her knuckles. Somehow the simple action, those gentle kisses held an edge of indecency to them, of temptation, that stole the very air from her lungs and made her core clench. 

“Buck?” She breathed out, unsure what she was actually asking for, just needing to say his name, to somehow ground herself instead of floating away in the heady moment. 

With a faint groan, he turned her hands over and placed a tender kiss on each of her palms, making the skin tingle. As if that was not enough, as if each touch of his lips to her skin loosened what chains of propriety held him back, he surrendered, diving in for more. Those perfect lips followed a trail from the palm of left hand down to the inside of her wrist, pushing back the edge of her coat with his nose. At its destination, he placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss there, branding her with his lips. 

Her breath hitched in her throat, liquid fire pouring into her veins with each press of his lips to her sensitive skin. Unable to move away, unwilling to remove her gaze from this fantasy before her. Even with the thin winter coat covering her, she felt laid bare before him. 

Without pause, his mouth moved to her right palm, repeating the action. Those delectable lips caressing her skin to press an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of her wrist. 

“Buck.” This time his name came out in a needy whine. A desperation for him. An exquisite need for more. For him to quiet the burning fire he began or allow it to build until it consumed them both. She wanted to taste his lips, to feel them pressed against hers and become drunk on him alone. 

Yet somehow the utterance of his name broke the spell surrounding them.   

A sudden tension caused his body to stiffen before he slowly sat up ramrod straight. His beautiful eyes focused on her hands clasped between his but now on his thigh instead of against his mouth, where she would much rather them to be. 

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…” He softly spoke, his voice almost hoarse like it pained him to speak. 

“S'alright, I–” she gulped audibly, throat dry and mind reeling from the desire still causing her body to ache for him, “I didn't mind.”

“We're too exposed out here. Anyone could walk by and see.”

“Oh…right.” 

“Not that I don't…” He paused, as if reevaluating his words. “When I kiss you for the first time, I'd rather it not be somewhere where a Nazi could walk up and interrupt.”

She slowly blinked, his statement bouncing around within her head. “When?”

“Yeah, when. I've been thinking about it for some time now.”

“Oh, ah, yeah…that's…probably a good idea. I'd be upset if we were interrupted.”

He smiled with such sweet adoration yet laced through with undeniable hunger, it threatened whatever was left of her resolve to melt away like snow. 

They sat outside together for several more minutes, stealing shy and longing glances at each other and holding hands. The heady fog lifted from around them, allowing her to breathe again and not feel like her heart was beating out of her chest. An air of anticipation replaced it, planting a sense of yearning that bound them. An almost tangible desire for a shared kiss. To cement whatever this was between them, this newfound fire they both wished to drink from. 

Delicate snowflakes continued to drift down around them, causing the Stalag Luft to look like a snow globe. 

“Hey, what are you two dodos doing out in this damn cold?” Major Bucky Egan asked, leaning against the doorframe behind them. 

“Aren't you from Wisconsin?” Buck teased, glancing back at his best friend. 

“Yeah, and it's damn cold. Why aren't ya inside?”

“Just watching the snowfall.”

“Uh huh, is holding hands helping you see the snow better?”

She felt a flush heat her cheeks at Egan's comment, but spoke up, hoping it would distract the other major. “D’ya think there'll be enough snow to make a snowman tomorrow?”

“Uh…” Bucky squinted up at the gray sky. “I guess if it keeps falling at this rate. Are you planning on making one?”

“I've never made one before.”

“So a prisoner camp is the best choice?”

She shrugged, undeterred, especially when Buck squeezed her hands in his. 

“Well, if you don't want frostbite, I'd say you two should come inside, crazy idiots.” Bucky murmured the last two words. He rapped his knuckles on the doorframe, staring at the two before stepping back inside the bunkhouse. 

In silent agreement, Buck and her stood up to return inside, but not before he stole a quick kiss to the inside of her right wrist once again, making her insides turn to jello. He held the door open for her, allowing her to retreat from the cold, then followed her into the long hallway which divided the many rooms overcrowded with bunk beds for the downed airmen. 

With the click of the door closing behind them, she reached out and snatched his hand before he could move away. Tangling her fingers with his, her heart hammered in her chest as she whispered her request. 

“Want to help me build a snowman tomorrow?” 

“Sure.” He replied without hesitation, a beaming smile on his lips and delight in his eyes. “It's a date.” 

With a cheeky wink and squeeze of their fingers, he slipped into his room, which was closest to the door. 

Attempting to smother the silly smile she could feel on her face, she took a deep breath and walked past Buck's room, only to lose the battle against her smile as she overheard Bucky giving him shit about being outside in the cold and asking if Buck was finally admitting to his pining for her and if that was why they were holding hands. 

With a heat warming her inside and out, she walked further along to the room she shared with the surviving men from her plane. She could not wait to play in the snow tomorrow for their date…and perhaps she could orchestrate something for that desired kiss. Neither snow nor Nazis were going to keep her from kissing Buck Cleven if she could help it. 

[silverthepenguin]

ProtocolECHO Lore Drop 1

"Welcome to Umbra. Don’t ever call it the Umbrella Continent unless you want people to think you’re a wire. That’s just what the shinies in the North call it. Umbra’s split in two. Up North, it’s all neoned. Soulless Cosmos shills, rich wireheads, and CyberOrg HQs. Everyone's so locked into the system they don’t care ATTA’s watching their every move. Down here in South Umbra? It’s a whole other story. Kinetics, Glitchers, crime so common it’s background noise. One minute you're having a peaceful dinner with your partner; next minute some rando-ass Kinetic’s lighting up the building with a fire APP. Sure, CyberOrgs operate here too, but with ten times the bots standing guard. Home sweet home."

[pbabel]

Project Babel

So, Project Babel. A game I'm working on because I have either too much or too little time on my hands. Doing it in RPG Maker MZ because I gave up on Persona Maé (find that on my main blog). The name "Project Babel" is temporary until I think of something better.

The premise: A kitsune who's also an ultra-powerful time goddess has trapped 22 people in some form of the Library of Babel. Each person, or wanderer as she calls them, has been given a Mark (a codeword of sorts), a weapon, and a Condition that they must meet before she allows them to leave. In particular, the player character's Condition basically entails helping the other wanderers meet theirs. The story of the game is essentially the player helping the wanderers with their Conditions so they can all leave.

I'll post a list of the wanderers' names and their Marks, and I'll make posts for the characters themselves whenever.

[kiikix]

About me 💋

I’m a just a french girl who need to react to every event of his life. And tumblr is the best to do it !!!

ps : I’m still learning English, so don't hesitate to correct me if I make mistakes !!! ☺️

🍓 My favorite artists

American artists :

Ariana Grande, SZA, Kali Uchis, Raye, Rhianna, Mélanie Martinez, Lady gaga, Drake, Childish Gambino,

French artists :

Damso, PNL, MZ, Luidji, Tsew the kid, Hellcat, Stromae

🍓 My favorite movies

- Hunger games, the best of all time, I’ve loved this movie since I was born !! ( TEAM PEETAAAA )

- White chicks, I can to die of laughter when I see this masterclass

- Mathilda, all children should watch it

🍓 Hobbies

- photography

- writing and reading

- football, I’m just watching

- clothes and snickers

- makeup and skincare

That’s it, I think I’ve been around !!! 🪩

If you have any questions don’t hesitate to come and talk to me !! 🩶

Love u guys and see you soon

Kiss kiss 🍓

[ricksoo]

Tbh I really thought Amber is going to recall her memories after seeing that sunrise (or sunset idk) :P

What a way to start it, that's great!

Hello! Well I would like to introduce myself first of all.

I'm M4t Zrmak, I'm new to creating comics and I may not have the best structure or execution. I'm also not an English speaker so some things may be poorly written or lack drama.

Anyway, I want to introduce you to this universe that I have been working on for a year.

In this universe Amber is alive, she is still a clone and there are many things behind how she managed to survive unlike the other clones.

I want to say that this story also takes data from the Audio Drama, so yes, I did a lot of research so that the story could have coherence or at least I think so haha

Anyway, I apologize if the comic isn't very good or it's ugly.

[neil-gaiman]

Hello Mr. Gaiman,

I've always been curious about this kind of thing, so I thought I'd ask, if you're willing to share, how did you become friends with @dianeduane and the other writers around here? Was it before or after you both became authors, before or after you made it big? Through writing or through other things?

I'm a scientist (also a profession where networking is a Skill to be Learned) and aspiring writer - also a big fan of yours and Mz. Duane's work - and I've always wondered how people form these networks of professional/friendly contacts.

Thank you, and have a great day!

I met Diane and her husband Peter (also a writer) about 35 years ago at some convention or other (my brain suggests Liverpool but it might have been anywhere in the UK) with Terry Pratchett, who knew them already. We bonded over J.P. Martin's UNCLE books and ate enormous quantities of Chinese food. We have been friends ever since.

Also, Diane's tumblr handle is

[plscallmeeren]

V E N U S

Hermione Jean Granger x Luna Lovegood x Reader

Request: yes

Summary: you and Hermione study one night in Luna's part of the forest... there's flirting, teasing and well... one thing leads to another (see warnings)

Warnings: Swearing, pillow princess Luna, top Hermione, top reader, humping, scissoring, fingering, fondling, unedited

Word Count: 1.8K+

Leaves rustled at the caress of cool wind, falling to the ground in tribute to the changing seasons. Autumn had already tainted fields of them vibrant oranges and yellows, occasional red specks blossoming on the horizon.

Hagrid's hut cast long shadows across the fields, pumpkins ripe and enormous. Hermione shivered beside you, pulling her jacket closer. You offered your own, but she wouldn't let you freeze in her stead.

The two of you passed the dark lake, and by the time you had reached edge of the forest nearly the same blackness had hastily descended upon the sky. You pointed out Orion. She thought of Sirius, and you were silent once more.

"This is as good a spot as any," she announced some steps amidst the looming trees.

You nodded. "It's so quiet. I think I could almost get sick of the constant throng in that castle." You smiled at each other. She knew you didn't mean it. After all...

"You're just as much a diligent student as me. Neither of us would ever leave Hogwarts if we could choose."

"True. It's amazing, really, how pretty you are for a nerd."

"Oh, come off it." She chuckled, sitting down before a thick pine. You sat cross-legged, leaning back against an opposite hazel.

"Fine... where do you want to start?"

"Potions. I feel a bit insecure about that exam. Especially the last couple," Hermione admitted, pulling out her textbook already.

"So Draught of Peace, Felix Felicis?"

"And Amortentia."

"Mmh, I bet you just wanna talk about how much you love me. Y'know, say it always has my scent... why could that be?" you jested, grinning as she rolled her eyes.

"You wish. You probably draw me in your margins. Or do you write Mz Granger, surrounded by little hearts?" She pouted.

You only shook your head, flipping pages until you spotted Felix. "So, what are the ingredients for liquid luck?"

"Evading, I see. Well, alright, pretend you don't fancy me. Let's see. Ingredients include..." She listed them all perfectly and for some time you could study without incident, more and more of your reading depending on wand-light.

You both perked up, however, when the sound of sticks crunching reached you. Had you been spotted? It was well after dusk and no teacher would appreciate you being out around this time.

Emerging from the woods, however, was none other than Luna. "Hello," she hummed. "You've found my favourite spot. I was just feeding the thestrals."

You beamed. "Come, sit down. We were just about to start on Astronomy. Isn't that one of your best subjects?"

Luna agreed quietly, sitting down beside you. "More the stories. I love reading about Venus and Neptune and those other beauties... much like you two."

Hermione flushed red, quite grateful for the dark. "You're the moon goddess, Luna. I mean, your name."

"It suits you," you chided. "Even now, seeing the moonlight reflect on your hair, your eyes, lips..." You gulped. She was staring at your mouth now. You thought of Amortentia.

"Thank you," she whispered, drawing herself closer to you. Her coat wasn't as thick as yours or Hermione's.

"Maybe I should sketch Luna in my margins. Or little 'Mrs. Lovegood's or something like that," Hermione smiled.

"I certainly would," you agreed. Luna's cheeks were tinged pink, more visible because the attention of your lights were on her. "Are you blushing, love?"

"Can't help it," she breathed, nestling her face into your neck out of embarrassment. A strong part of her, however, only wanted to be closer. Her whole body edged imperceptibly toward you. Hermione repositioned herself also, almost closing the gap between the three of you to 'talk better'. Your hand drifted to Luna's thigh, smoothing over the wool of her dress. You resisted the sudden urge to slip beneath it, along the brown tights, up to where the fragile fabric merged...

Hermione's knees were touching yours. Even through your jeans it was electric. Your mind jerked awake, albeit the late hour.

"I was going to ask...," Hermione began cautiously, "is there still something going on between you and Neville?"

"There never was," Luna replied happily. "We went on one date and decided we were stronger friends."

Hermione glanced at you, hardly a moment, hardly a look. Luna's leg shifted and your fingers found themselves at the hem of her dress.

"Does that mean I can kiss you?" you asked before thinking it through. You could have slapped a hand over your mouth. It was the lateness, surely - surely she would understand - but instead she stood. You cursed at yourself. Humiliating.

Except then she sat down again, back to Hermione, seated on your lap. You gaped. "Well?" she prompted innocently.

Your hand captured the nape of her neck, pulling her gently closer, teasing at the soft rose curve of her Cupid's bow, the plumper flesh of her lower lip. Finally, your teeth grazed her cheek and your mouths met. She let you lead, and you forced yourself to be patient, lingering after rushed tides of kisses. Torturous.

What is happening? Your books were long forgotten beside you. Hermione leaned closer still, breath tickling the blonde’s neck. This has to be a dream. Too surreal; just like these two beautiful women. But you were too afraid to stop, lest someone change their mind.

“It’s now or never,” you thought Luna whispered, but it was mostly lost in the wind, in the distraction of her braided her brushing against your shoulder. Hermione’s lips finally reached her skin, timidly venturing along the slant of her throat. Luna pulled back for air, your mouths disconnecting for the first time, lips dark against the pale of her face.

You allowed your fingers to wander; beneath the dress, along the tights, against the pool of damp between her legs. Your eyes met her crazed ones, and amongst whines - accolades for Hermione, who had now reached fingers around her chest - you elicited a nod, maybe two, three. How much of it was just her moving in accordance with Hermione’s sloppy kisses, the rhythm of her desperate grasps at Luna’s breasts, you would never know.

Yet with hardly any hesitance, your nails pinched the fabric, pulled it down, digits exploring her folds, disoriented. You ran your thumb over her pussy, curled it once inside her, searched along her for her clit. Your index and middle finger clasped around it, almost exasperated, and she rewarded you with a breathy moan that made you shudder.

Hermione groaned, slipping her hands further under layers of clothes so that she could reach Luna’s flesh properly, her front to the other girl’s back so that she could grind herself against Luna’s ass.

You caught her lips again, less stable this time, as she was pushing back and forth between you and Hermione, hoping for more friction. Your free hand grasped her jaw to hold her face still, meeting her with all the vigour you could translate.

Hermione discarded her coat, you following suit, leaving your moon goddess momentarily untouched and dazzling as she writhed on your lap. Her thin jacket was long gone and her dress, long-sleeved top underneath, stockings - were rumpled, scrunched in various places. Before you could worry about the cold she pulled the dress over her head, then the white top. Her tights remained bunched around her ankles, panties pushed to the side.

You wished, in retrospect, you had taken a moment to just look at her, admire her, but patience was a virtue and within seconds you were all over her, tongue tracing the smooth descent of her skin, running over the stretch marks at her belly, teasing the line of her underwear. Your fingers jerked into her, curling after every quick thrust within her cunt. She moaned wildly, out of breath, hair splayed behind her head like a halo.

Hermione had lowered Luna’s torso onto her own legs, kneading at her breasts with tender defiance.

“Harder,” Luna whispered into the night, face gleaming before the brightness of Lumos. “Please.”

“Are you sure, love?” you managed.

“Yes. Please.”

You could see Hermione’s grip on Luna’s body fasten, one of her hands migrating to her mouth, where Luna greedily sucked on her digits, grunting around them. Your speed picked up, fingers slamming with more force into her pussy as you toyed with her clit. Her back arched, the bones of her shoulders digging into Hermione’s thigh while her hips gyrated faster than you could have fingered her. Moans came in gasping lungfuls, your grunts accompanying her at the effort.

“Oh, Merlyn,” Hermione whined, pulling back her hands as if she was over-stimulated herself.

Luna threw her head back fully then, coming to an abrupt standstill, but you rode her through her orgasm, cunt clenching around your fingers as you felt her cum leak onto your hand. You smeared it across her inner thighs, leaning back, watching her pant.

She slumped to the ground. You and Hermione haphazardly leaned down on either side of her, hands lazily dragging over her body. You gravitated towards Hermione, pushing past her skirt tiredly, rubbing up and down her slit, arm slung over Luna. Hermione couldn’t help but react, grinding against you. She humped your hand with increasing vigour until she was jerking on the ground, looking like she was having a fit. Pathetic noises sounded from her, desperation clear on her face.

Luna rolled over somewhat, interrupting your connection to Hermione, instead guiding their legs together. Her pussy began moving against Hermione’s and very quickly they were scissoring, both of them humping the other so fast they looked desperate. “Sluts,” you cursed, feeling yourself grow hot with want. The sound of their slick loud.

You rolled over also, positioning your groin at Luna’s ass, started thrusting yourself against the plush of her backside.

All three of you were groaning (you), moaning (Luna), whining (Hermione), a sinful orchestra with the sound of slapping skin as base.

“Oh, Merlyn, oh God, oh God-“ Hermione started to chant, and you could feel Luna’s body tense simultaneously, the two of them coming with pornographic finales. Now hurried, you gripped Luna’s waist with considerable force, pushed yourself even harder into her. Luna groaned as you worked toward your own orgasm, body being pushed back and forward with every movement.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ you gasped, finally coming through your clothes, the rush of it almost making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Fuck!”

Luna backed into you (for the warmth), and you carefully wrapped your coat around her sore and bare figure.

“Which subject was that?” Hermione chuckled, brown curls cascading across the leaf-covered ground to the tip of her wand.

“I just hope it isn’t taught by Professor Snape,” Luna replied drearily. You couldn’t help but laugh.

[clowngames]

I should signal boost this if for no other reason than this is the engine that literally every Pokemon fangame is made in. Pokemon Essentials is an add-on to RPG Maker XP that gives you every single tool you can imagine needing to make a Pokemon game.

If you want to make a Pokemon fangame, it is now easier than ever, and free.

oh shit rpg maker xp is completely free to own this week on steam??

[mrsalwayswrite]

What Words Can't Say - Masterlist

Summary: When Abby joined the war effort, her only purpose was to support her cousin and fix up the B-17 Fortresses so they could continue their missions. She had no intentions of getting close to the men who piloted them.

Yet when the 100th Bomb Group flew into Thorpe Abbotts, specifically a handsome blond Major, her carefully built walls began to crumble, one brick at a time.

Warnings: language, canon-typical violence, major character death, slow burn, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, historical & military inaccuracies, (more to be added)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

More to be added

Tag list: @beebeechaos @claireelizabeth85

[silverthepenguin]

Death Angels: Master-Post

Death Angels is a multimedia franchise that spans written stories, art, and games. Death Angels is split into *timelines,* Each timeline is connected somehow and tells its own story. Though rare, some timelines can overlap characters and powers.

⤷TIMELINE: Death Angels Legacy (#DeathAngels) (#DeathAngelsLegacy) (#DALRevival) Legacy is an action-packed, multi-arc written story. Yuki Yamada, The Okami God of Devils, Invaded Earth on Feb 14th of 2025. This same day was the 6th birthday of Shogo Katsuki, a young boy of the Katsuki Arcana. Yuki invaded Earth to kill off every Okami Warrior belonging to Earth. This way, when he destroyed the world, no one would fight against him. His planned was ultimately stopped by Shadow Katsuki, the older brother of Shogo. Knowing that the rouge God would come back, Shadow infused the power of the Chaos God into his younger brother, with the hope that when Yuki came back, Shogo would be strong enough to defeat him This power is both a blessing and a curse, however, as it slowly transforms Shogo into the new God of Chaos. All the while, entities of Chaos such as his sword, Yamada, manipulate him into giving up his humanity and morals and accepting the God of Chaos title. Shogo's humanity and will is tested as he goes through his teenage years, attempting to control the power of Chaos all while he and his revolutionary allies fight against the influence of the Chaos, The Gods, their fellow humans, and their corrupt government. Read Chapter 1 For Free Here

⤷TIMELINE: Death Angels Excalibur (#DAExcalibur) Excalibur is an action/adventure turned-based RPG currently in development using the RPG Maker engine. Zero is a young Aura Wielder from the nation of Atlus. The 22-year-old sword using Mercenary floats around the country of Atlus looking for any job that can pay for his needs. Though the merc doesn't kill, he gets praise for always getting the job down. One day, Zero gets contacted by Ai Asato, a Japanese businessman who recently purchased some warehouses in Nebula City, Atlus. The job is simple, protect the warehouses while Asato sets everything up and get paid. Unlucky for Zero, the job didn't go so easy. Trouble arises as he meets a mysterious girl who gives him a cryptic message. He ignores it until her words become reality. Zero suddenly awakens to a new power, and 4 different factions want him for their own use. He must choose between 4 powerful entities or death. Play the Demo Here

[pbabel]

i know this is a Large Large undertaking for a first project, but i have the passion and i have the characters and i love them and i will see it through

[813ths]

mz alice. you magnificent b.

i know I've already read this some time last year. bitch only did this now lmfaooo. i know i felt all kinds of feelings that time. i definitely know i sobbed like a little bitch.. and i could still remember how i just sat in a corner silently, reflecting... rethinking my life choices. lol but seriously i admire you so much for stepping out of your usual genres and tropes (...and your usual comfort zone(?)) for awhile and tried something like this. which is, well, very unusual (i don't mean this in a bad way or anything, i just don't really know how to articulate it better I'm so sorry), way far from the ones we all get used to and boy did you ace it. you are so fucking amazing at this. you exceeded my expectations. i honestly avoided this for quite some time for the sole reason that i know it's going to break my heart into a million tiny pieces and then get stomped on a million more times. it is inevitable though. it's mark lee. YOU wrote it. it truly IS something else. and i love you so much for writing this pls let me give you a big big smooch and a hug.

ok. the first dance. the (sexual OFC) tension which made me sit on edge every. damn. time. despite their knowledge about each other already (or rather suspicions)... doesn't erase the fact that it's so heartbreaking and depressing when mark told her about his real name... and the inevitable happened. all fell apart. (just drive in the knife why don't u! >:'((((( ) of course when a bad guy like jaemin here have a character development it wouldn't end so well. i am still debating which makes me sad until NOW: the two's fate or jaemin's. idk idk it always changes but goddddd i really wished there was something else for jaemin something good or hopeful at least :((( but hey that one's still acceptable and very fitting. i just couldn't cope well lmaooo tell u a secret since i read this so late i totally scrolled thru your blog just to look for some asks that might have the answers i was hoping for and im okay i still managed to find it. :''))))) love lovelove the endingggg thank you so so so much for going this way. or else i wouldn't have survived the pain NSHDJEUDHSJSHSH i have some favorite lines here but ig the last one truly is undefeated. again. ilysm thank you so fucking much for writing this. what a hell of a ride. i cried. i smiled. my heart broke. then warmed up. it's a cycle.

meant to break

❝ why don’t you try going against us? see who ends up with lead pumped through their skull. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee minhyung x fem!reader (ft. na jaemin)

GENRES ▸ smut, angst, fluff, historical, 1920s au, flapper au, mafia au, detective au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violence, mentions of character death, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), lots of teasing, praise kink, lowkey dumbification, fingering

SUMMARY ▸ when the mafia’s members task you to distract a detective that’s hot on their trail, you have no choice to accept. there’s no place for love when you’re simply a trap for lee minhyung to walk into, but you still want to immerse yourself into everything he is.

PLAYLIST ▸ young and beautiful by lana del rey • am i blue? by billie holiday

WORD COUNT ▸ 10,019 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ wowowww me writing a historical au??? unheard of! but shoutout to my historical au queen @jenoentry for hyping me up to write this <3 i hope you guys like it !! 

NEW ORLEANS WASN’T THE SAME WITHOUT THE JAZZ MUSIC RESOUNDING THROUGH THE FRENCH QUARTER.

“Doyoung,” you complained to the owner of the jazz club, “I was supposed to be the closing act! Why’d you close early?”

Being a flapper wasn’t easy work, but you enjoyed your job all the same. You were a natural at it; all you needed to do was bat your lashes to get all the wealthy men to empty their wallets. Qian Kun, the bartender, pointed out that you had a unique charm that drew people in, so it was expected that all eyes were on you during your performances. Of course, you put in your full effort; it was the least you could do to repay the owner.

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[ziggymardust]

In honor of Across The Spider-Verse releasing last week & a new wave of Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk fans, here are some of @justinmasonart early designs (plus our 6-page mega spread from the final issue) for our Spider-Punk mini series that came out last April. Some characters changed pretty significantly from their first drafts (Mz Marvel & Daredevil), whiles others only had minor tweaks (Kraven & Riot Heart). Regardless, the amount of emails I sent to Justin that just said “this is sick!!!!” Is a lil embarrassing but what can ya do, just part of the creative process. Art by Justin Mason

Color by Jim Charalampidis

And check out the Official Spider-Punk Playlist if you’re looking for a nice intro to punk or a glimpse into what I was listening to while writing the book.

- Zig

[dropthedemiurge]

Some language comments for Gray Shelter [Episode 5], just like I promised!

"Do whatever/however you want to. (literally: 'Do it the way your heart desires') You do things how you want to anyway."

"I'm sorry" - the translation is correct, it's just it's funny how Yoondae's level of apology to his friend he just lashed out at last time + he wants to ask him for HELP, and all he says is: 미안 (mian). The most informal and short way of apologizing possible. He's so teenager-minded still.

Even when he asks "Can I leave my stuff in your dad's warehouse?" it comes out grammatically more of a demand, like 'Let me do that'. Yoondae is talking like someone who has a lot of walls and doesn't reach out to people, he doesn't talk kindly but he's honest and straightforward and he cries easily but he's very angry about it.

I especially love his facial expression, even when he's at his most miserable, he'll make it everyone else's problem, as if being pitiful is the worst thing that could happen to him. "I have no one else I could ask for help but you >:(("

Fun fact about Korean's sentence structure, when you quote someone or express your thoughts, you put your sentence this way: "quoted phrase" and then + "that's what they said/what i thought/etc". So oftentimes, I see Kdramas use that trick when characters say a phrase... and then take it back with "that's someone else's thoughts" or "that's what you thought I'd say, right? LMAO". It's funny how the translators' way of transferring this was using the word "Sike!" xD

"It wasn't a mistake to me." "If it wasn't a mistake, then [what]? Since you started talking [about it], let me ask you. So what if it wasn't a mistake? What do you want to achieve with me?" "Can I do anything about it? In the past or now, you're the one who runs away and avoids me. I asked you, can I make a decision (do I have any choices)?" "You made the move but you want me to decide? Fine, then. Let sleep together once and end it once and for all. Go wash up first. I don't have time, I only left office for a short time."

The way they both care about each other but their dialogues and words are very sharp and bitter almost all the time, especially here, aaaah. That's the contrast that hooked me for all these 5 episodes. Soohyuk doesn't swear but he's talking to Yoondae very harshly and emotionless here, and for Yoondae harsh talk is the default, it's like Soohyuk is lowering his manners to talk on his level, to provoke him (or maybe that's also how he distances himself from the discovery that Yoondae has feelings for him).

And Yoondae is holding back his frustration and tears, but he understands the way such words were aimed to hurt him, so instead of lashing out back at Soohyuk, as he probably wants him to, he swallows and unusually calmly, almost softly says: "Let's talk when you can be honest. Because I will shut up and wait for you."

And it makes Soohyuk stand there in shock and contemplate.

I'll add next scenes in READ MORE since this post is getting long!

Here's the moment when the boss asks their youngest employee to write something more 'trendy' for their marketing text xD It's very true that trends in Korea come and go very quickly, they also love to invent new terms and phrases all the time. Like "MZ slang", there are many phrases, and the one trendy phrase the boss uses as the example is 킹받네 (king-pad-nae) which literally written as 'receive the king' but means "I got angry" - but with a teasing/playful subtext, like friends could say each other 'ah you're so cute, it makes me angry'.

If I'm not wrong, this phrase was widely used like 1-2 years ago and not really in its trendy peak as well right now but kudos to boss to even learning it xD And it's funny how translator chose to (I assume) use "[living in my head] rent-free" phrase as a substitute. Another fun fact, they ended up using some trendy lingo in their ad that translator gave us as "no cap!" but that part of phone msg was so blurry, I couldn't see which exact Korean phrase they ended up using x)

"Hyung, if you have any ask for help, say so. For you, 2 million... No, I'll try to give you until 3 million won in any way."

Can I just say that we had this character for one moment and I'm so not ready to let him go, I want Jeongwan to have his own storyline and everything and he's too sweet and also caring for strangers/his colleagues, and so he stole the spotlight for me xD

Yoondae said there's no food at home. But also, as you can see, there is: beer, water, rice that you can cook in the microwave, kimchi for a side dish and some other microwaved food. According to my Korean friends, typical Korean person (poor like student) can survive if they have rice, kimchi and also ramyeon. That's their the most basic food. Just a fun fact. xD

Also he was on his third can of beer, and he already made a drunken longing call on the verge of tears to Soohyuk, lying about being hurt and bringing trouble just so he'd return home. "Is that okay with you?" - just shoot me, please. :')

"I called [the cleaning service/you] to tell you to stop it [sleeping outside of home]" "Let's have that dinner [that I promised you] today. Wait for me."

After days, Yoondae was ready to give up, he "tricked" Soohyuk to return home just so he could tell him he'll move out and stop pushing any talk. And then, Soohyuk brought up the dinner (the feelings) that he kept avoiding. No wonder Yoondae looked so struck and confused. It just gave him his hopes back (and viewers too, but we probably should've known better with this kind of series haha)

Interesting cultural context: they are getting samgyeopsal - grilled meat, chosen by Soohyuk because Yoongdae said there wasn't anything he wanted to eat. And usually, the youngest one has to set the cutlery and grill meat, out of respect for the seniors. And here we see that Soohyuk is the one choosing the place, menu and even grilling the meat and pouring soju for Yoondae.

Once again, it shows that despite Yoondae's emotions and pleads, he is not mature enough, he is not ready to focus on other people. We know he can't plan his own future, he doesn't know what to do, and we see where their relationship stands now - Yoondae is still more of a burden than an equal partner to Soohyuk, and Soohyuk is more of a parent.

Even when they drink soju (in Korean drinking etiquette usually you don't drink alone, you toast together and drink together), notice how they don't even clink their glasses together, then Soohyuk is the only one drinking and Yoondae wants to follow him but puts the glass back. He's taking a shot later, when Soohyuk grills the meat again. They are totally unsynchronized at this point of their lives, and it's painful to watch.

"I said he [my father] was dead because that's the truth/reality for me. There was no other [hidden] meaning. I didn't plan to lie to you."

"I moved out completely. If I don't organize my life starting from doing this, then I don't think I'll be able to live like all the other [normal] people."

The fact that Yoondae started thinking about improving his life (the word 'organizing'), immediately made Soohyuk stop in surprise. So he started asking what does the normal life like others mean to him, hopeful to find that equal adult footing from Yoondae... but Yoondae's thoughts stopped there. And Soohyuk offered his own goal and life meaning: "to have a place to go back to, that's enough for me".

Here's when Yoondae thoughtfully agreed with him: "It's important to have a home", and took the meat tongs from Soohyuk, saying how high-maintenance he is. Yoondae embraced that realization, he took the responsibility (even a small cultural gesture) and even though Yoondae nagged him, Soohyuk smirked. Because it wasn't a completely hopeless situation. And Yoondae proved it, by saying how eating like this and going home together is his normal life as well. (and yet they were still unsynchronized until the very end! we can't have happy ending yet)

AND HERE IS WHERE I HAVE TO MAKE A SECOND POST! Because tumblr only allows 30 images in one, and I can't stop screenshotting the last conversation so I'm going to make another post that you can find in 'gray shelter comments' or 'dropthemeta' tags (upd. or here's the link to the post!)^^

[gingerbravecookie]

devlog 1 - cursor and the horrors of game making. the agony and such of making a rewrite fangame

hello!! name's cursor/siffrin and i'm a poor loser making a fangame!! why did i commit to this i could have just made a fic but noooo i gotta pick up rpgmaker again

this devlog is made because. well. all devs do one ithink. also to write down my ocasional progress in this project!! this won't be monthly but whenever i have the time and got something to report yay. spare me from this hellhole

we begin 💥

ever since cookie run the darkest night got cancelled a few months ago and left us with only chapter 1 i did feel sad!! i liked the story!!! gingerbrave cool and fucking awesome moments. BUT!! because i am mentally ill,, i decided to rewrite the game myself and give it the ending it deserved to have!! will the ending be proper i dunno. i am still writing this stuff waugh. but hey it will have an ending at least

to gamedev stuff proper. i got rpgmaker mz around 2022 for the purpose of making a cr game still. an original one!! however after making a few stuff i left it in hiatus bc i had to focus on school (i still do. college is breathing on my neck dear lord). i still plan to continue that one but it will be after i'm done with this rewrite. in either way. i've been changing placeholder stuff for now,, such as menu icons and figuring out how to make the party have five members. also re learning how to use aseprite because i gotta make all sprites haha (breaks down)

i should remind folks that i am an artist/writer first and foremost. i will very likely go through pure trial and error while making and 'coding' all of this (why did i plan 14 chapters oh my godddd),, though i do have notes i took from the rpgmaker tutorial so i can refer to when i'm stuck whenever and hey!! forums are always a thing!! i wouldn't have figured how to have 5 party members if they weren't!!

to writing stuff. i've been planning the prologue and the locations of the first 3 chapters so far. as well as a vague idea of chapter 12 and the epilogue. with point A and point B set,, now i just gotta make the middle point. aka the rest of the game</3

the main party and a few relevant npcs and characters have already been set. as well as brainstoming stuff and showing said stuff to the gingerbrave council (personal friend server) for approval of sillyness. you guys are fucking awesome btw if you're reading this. also hi chat

mentally i've been setting a timeline of events. i plan to write these in a notebook so i can have them at anytime and not have to open my laptop whenever i get a cool idea. or dig through thousands of discord messages just to find an idea i wrote down in the moment. overall i believe writing (in comparison to art making and the game making process) will be the easier part for me. also i gotta decide for a proper name for the rewrite. naming it the same as the og is lame. i need something with more sauce. i'll figure it out. in the meantime. have this goober

i'm sure this should be it for this devlog!! hooray!! what have i gotten myself into!!!

in all seriousness i'm honestly pretty excited,, i really want to make this game work and for people to play it!! even if it might be a bit of a pain i really wanna finish this project so there's tgat

that's all. see you all in the next devlog whenever that might be 💥

[firelxdykatara]

I will never in a million years understand why so many atla fans are this invested in giving Bryke credit for all the hard work they put into fleshing out a relatively static and 2D character.

Like, all of that in the screenshot involves a lot of reading into things that are not remotely indicated in the text--which is fine! There's nothing wrong with this style of meta and it's so fun to put that work in when you really like a ship and want to make a few seconds do so much heavy lifting! But why credit the show with it when it was entirely your own invention? Own your hard work, guys! You've earned it!

^ Okay, who the hell animated Mai in that one scene in The Boiling Rock? Whoever it was deserves a raise. They managed to portray Mai's sense of dejection, an epiphany that Zuko's position is both honourable and achievable, a sudden disillusionment with the war effort, a newfound conviction to take a political (not just a personal) stand against Azula, her parents and Ozai all in the span of three seconds and without even changing her facial expression or having any lines of dialogue to work with!

The other writers/animators needed three whole seasons to depict Zuko's infamous redemption arc. Pathetic.

Whoever animated Mai could have probably spedrun the entire show in one episode. Woulda saved a ton of money in hiring voice actors storyboarders etc. Give 'em a pay rise, hell better give them an academy award, a beer, a statue in Republic City, a gobby, you name it dude. What a ripper c*** ❤️