#oh my god misfits are such a mess

[ambreiiigns]

i wanna be someone who listens to misfits full time again wtf is ghost

[unproduciblesmackdown]

being alive at the time i gleaned some general elements abt encanto but never actually heard we don't talk about bruno beyond awareness it existed popping off & i think i heard like the title recited off key off rhythm but in a way that indicates speak singing nonetheless lol so upon experiencing it it's like oh but it's the Verses? while the last refrain goes harder but prior to that it's comparatively underwhelming to said verses which feels appropriate like verses / pieces of a larger picture & that a "we don't talk about him" as a disappointing Lid on infinitely richer more characterful & dynamic "but: talking about him" instances. like well personally it'd be like um seven foot frame....anyway besides being able to firsthand go like oh damn Real (the kind of thing you know exists if alive at the time) it's like alright hang on lol. one thing when a core theme is yeah like "is it a refuge if 'especial' vulnerability ultimately gets pushed out rather than made safer" subset like the parties whose even observation of truths (problems) & drawing attention to them is seen as Ruining Things, like if you're painted as Making futures that aren't simply what's desired or reassuring rather than a guidance via just observing & sharing the truth. but then it's like whaddaya mean living in fear of bruno stuttering and stumbling you could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling lmao like now that's just Association between the Truth Perceiving & Telling behavior & behavior that's just apparently distinctive of the same person. & like Not Accidentally when [what if people were magic] specifics are obviously primarily abt a metaphorical meaning & like, indeed it was made clear like oh this situation isn't Just b/c [boo we hate your prophecies] & that [an Ability that isn't directed towards what anyone Wants / is "weird" even by these magic standards] isn't Coincidentally given to someone who just so happens to already be "weird" in other ways & be set up to have a different perspective & be pushed away due to having the supposed "extra" vulnerability of unmet needs / insufficient support, same as someone who doesn't "correctly" have any kind of magic ability....like yeah banger and also like Oh Yeah Kind Of Devastating re: that metaphorical resonance allowing for like [set the metaphor aside] now hang on with this about this disabled family member lol. misinterpretation to The Ruinerrr / The Problemmm / The Maliciousss etc (i.e. the scapegoatinggg) despite their efforts likely entirely to the contrary. then despite like, efforts aside, Just Existing, always kind of muttering & mumbling like & what of it. & then like oh sorry weird pets. weird [auspicious for adaptable tenacious thriving surviving; either way simply creatures, existing] pets.

truly like As Is The Idea I'm Sure quickly becomes like hands behind back standing at the window Uh Oh Sisters musing on all the [disabled person] metaphorical & already literal elements there. blair witching it in contemplation like We've All Been There whether being so resented for the mere disruption of "existing in a group as the 'abnormal' odd one out" or like people talking shit abt anything associated w/you as soon as you've left the room, which is also made relevant like, this wasn't Only directed at this person when seemingly permanently gone, nor were they unaware / unaffected prior....pacing in the Musing parlor like things don't Have to be compared to billions but i only ever even see so many things & it's like billions sure is like "get scapegoated rword" & then said scapegoating is presented as only beneficial & we hate autists & even beyond that it's like, grabbing billions, Imagine If Things Meant To Be About Something Were About Something. quite a contrast when they are & furthermore like, deliberate thought & Care for [who gets scapegoated & why] & the truth of like, people getting pushed aside & out who have a key perspective & are primed / liable to come through for others similarly vulnerable & the supposedly Ruinous, Problems Generating disruptiveness is actually the strongest effort to make essential changes to a group. & come through with like, it'd be undermining thee point if it was "reassuring" us like oh haha people will be supportive b/c bruno will be more normal, so great that it Didn't like no, no Normality Reassurance(tm), presence of abnormalities(tm), Good, & everyone Can Deal b/c if you don't then it's pushing this person away, is exactly what happens, including even if they're still Around but are being mistreated b/c that is entirely part of that pushing away like anyone's victim blaming is ready to pounce at any time but if someone can't stand to stay / leaves b/c they can't see another option like that's not out of nowhere nor Regardless of what full support & flexibility they were getting lol. these Active Measures everyone loves so much, which are everywhere always & would include Staying & Trying To Make It Work & those efforts would be "disruptive" & resented & Bringing It On Oneself & etccc smh

that is to all say like. Woww when clearly basically the core thread was these beats of like, the crucial site of [thee scapegoated], & why that comes down on someone & how that plays out. endless ideas about how someone weird(tm) & disabled (&/or queer. but there's no Or here lol. & again like it's a Context like, to even be the one person without kids? likely not living up to "full" correct sexuality in that way alone; any oppression's logics of "inferiority" being logics of ableism, ready examples being that "inferior" race, gender, sexuality (& their experiences as people classed as inferior) all being pathologized as disordered) are seen & treated as someone Ruining Things & who cannot belong like whew. bracing. winding. which, i also recall like i was watching with headphones & during this one dialogue pause i was like "?? what's this Extra Sound i heard there" & had to go over it like twice before being hit upside the head like well it Was still the dialogue pause but it was also bruno Stuttering in a very quiet whisper for the duration of that pause before continuing like iiiiiiii x_x

[kanna-ophelia]

A long love letter to one of my other fandoms - Jem and the Holograms

CAN I INTEREST YOU IN MY OBSCURE CANON? Especially if you're into f/f. Or canon queer characters, including a trans lesbian. Adorable sexy fat characters. Adorable sexy thin characters. Adorable fashion. Adorable songs. Everything is so freaking adorable.

This is going to be long, but it has lots of pretty pictures and videos.

Showtime, Synergy.

When I was a primary school student, the cartoon version and dolls of JEM! aka Jem and the Holograms were what my inner world revolved around. It's the story of a young woman called Jerrica who, along with her younger sister and foster sisters, inherits her father's legacy—half a record company, a foster home, and an intelligent super computer who can create holograms. Jerrica uses this to create a new identity, Jem, to lead her sisters in a band, and their good deeds and pure pop were opposed by the selfish, wild Misfits (who were my favourites, led by diva Pizzazz) and later Eurorock power ballad band the Stingers. Oh, and it had three perfect little pop gems every episode. Please watch the original opening theme, it's so good.

Jerrica was my heroine, no two ways about it. She was a rock star. She was clever, and kind, and a wonderful sister, and a fantastic record label manager, and did big benefit concerts for charity, and had a whole house full of freaking orphans. She also had a really messed up relationship with her boyfriend, Rio, who she was dating in both identities and gaslighting him like woah, but I hated Rio for cheating on Jerrica with... herself... so that was fine.

It's one of my oldest fandoms. And I am about the f/f.

Hands down, the most popular f/f pairing is Stormer/Kimber, which I hold is as canon as Christy Marx (the head writer) could make them. The sweetest Misfit and the wildest Hologram and their star-crossed love. (Kimber also dated pretty much every man she ever met, to the extent of walking down the aisle with one man because she was peeved another man didn't propose to her. Kimber was a mess, bless her.)

They did like run down beaches at sunset hand-in-hand and Stormer keeps a picture of Kimber on her bedside table, that she gazes longingly at. Also look at this, there is no way this isn't the Holgrams and the Misfits trying to protect the babies of their groups from a bad romance. Pizzazz singing "She'll break your heart in two" kills me.

Oh, and this is Kimber and Stormer in the more recent IDW comics series.

YOU LOOK... STARS. Is that not the most adorably besotted thing ever? Also, those of you who know my weakness for all-bones/all-curves are nodding knowingly now.

God they are so ludicrously cute, I can't even. And don't worry, Shana, the comics also turn your incredibly boring cartoon boyfriend Anthony into an adorable teddybear of a man. One weird trick pulled by the comics is to make the male cast actually lovable, even Rio, but this post is mostly about the ladies. The comics brings the story up to date. No great pop gems, but modern diversity. Different bodies, different faces, the first trans lesbian Misfit, Blaze,--who is in a relationship my beloved Misfit hanger-on and troublemaker, Clash. FINALLY SHE GETS A MISFITS GIRLFRIEND, everything I ever wanted for Clash.

Blaze has the fiery hair, naturally, while Clash currently rocks teal. Also Blaze is a sweetie, and you could argue Clash is terrible and doesn't deserve anything, but shut up, I love her and she's very sweet to Blaze. Just a menace to life and safety otherwise.

The comic also gives Misfit Jetta the identity her creator originally wanted for her (Black-Asian) despite the producers going no, she has to be white because she's English, the UK only has white people or something. Did I mention Jetta? She was a late addition to the Misfits (they needed more dolls), and i adore her. In the cartoon, she's a rough and tumble saxophonist who tells outrageous lies about her connections with royalty to band leader Pizzazz, who being a dumb rich American, swallows them all and tells Jetta Daddy will take care of her Visa. Pizzazz was very, VERY taken with her at first sight.

Actually, though, the arrival of Jetta didn't displace Pizzazz/Roxy (the girl with the white hair, a tough (reading butch), illiterate Italian American bass player (and my actual favourite character apart from Jerrica herself) as my favourite ship. Jetta/Roxy did. Because Roxy is painfully, agonisingly jealous of Jetta taking Pizzazz's attention and Roxy and Jetta quarrel nonstop and, yeah, I ship "Roxy eventually lets go of her obvious pining for Pizzazz and ends up with Jetta".

Also, good news.

OMG they were roommates. SECRET roommates. My ship lives. Also, Jetta and Roxy think it's hilarious that Pizzazz could ever think anyone could outvote her. She's Pizzazz. It's not a democracy.

One last thing - the Stingers. Their doll line (and the cartoon) was cancelled, but they are so great. They are also pretty much a polycule in the cartoon. I am not kidding, at one point Riot goes "It's time for bed. Come on, girls." Anyway, Riot is Jerrica's romantic temptation (as Jem) and he is also very queer coded. There's this background episode where he was never manly enough for his father, who wanted him to be a tough military man, when he is secretly.... a musician, who likes fabulous clothes.

Until Jem convinces him to come out and be true to himself, and he sings a power ballad called "Let Me Be" about being his real self and his father finally accepts him as he is. That song kinds of sucks, so have a fun Stingers song from earlier in the episode (still with bonus Daddy angst and GREAT fashion.)

I really hate the interior art of the Stingers arc in the comics (everyone has flat faces, bulging eyes and no noses), but on the covers, Riot is so delightfully androgynous. The cast is, left to right, Raya, Minx, Riot and Rapture. Yes, Raya was the last added Hologram in the cartoon, it's complicated. And yeah. As well as the poclycule, I ship Rapture/Minx as a couple in every version.

OH. And there was a live action movie ten years back. We don't talk about the live action movie, for a lot of reasons, including exploitation of the Jem faithful fans. It didn't happen. Except for the FREAKING AFTER CREDITS SCENE which finally introduces the Misfits. Kesha as Pizzazz is the best thing in the whole damn movie. What could have been. And I ship Jetta/Erica based on this tiny scene.

Okay,

I guess I have to wind it downeventually . if it comes to which version I love and recommend, it's both. The cartoon wins through the songs, and nostalgia. The comic wins through somehow channelling everything it would be wonderful if the cartoon had been able to do in a 1980s kids' cartoon - except I do miss the Starlight Girls (Jerrica's orphans.) They are both amazing and oh how I would love people requesting f/f in exchanges more so I could write for them. One more picture. Wonderful box at from the 1990s dolls.

This is Synergy. The computer.

I freaking love Jem.

[kudossi]

is there anywhere i can read longer works of you’re writing. I’m in love with your style and I need more

Oh my goodness, thank you so much! This really means a lot to me!! <3

I'm hoping to have the next chapter of a longer fic, i've met the myth, posted to my AO3 within next couple of weeks. I have a lot of the plot laid out and a wonderful friend agreed to be my sounding board, so a lot of longer chaptered fics should be posted there fairly soon on me-time, haha. My AO3 is here if you'd like to check it out!

The fics I have on there are:

i've met the myth hanging heavy over you

Fireheart apprentices Hollypaw to himself. While her brother has Tigerstar’s piercing amber eyes, Hollypaw has his pelt and his blinding ambition, and that, he thinks, is far more dangerous.

Or,

Hollypaw, Jaypaw, and Lionpaw are the kits of Tigerstar and Goldenflower. This changes things.

Leafstar's Home for Misfit and/or Wayward Warriors

Honestly, Leafstar should have known better than to try to find the Clans. She was smarter than all of this, really. SkyClan always seemed to catch trouble from the other four Clans, and yet apparently the stars thought that involving them in THIS particular mess had been an idea worth acting on.

And now she’s got just about every unusual warrior around the lake barging into her den, asking to join SkyClan. God, she’d thought the ravine was lonely, but what wouldn’t she give for it now.

And three one-shots:

through the forest, down to your grave (Soon after Hollyleaf returns to ThunderClan, she and Squirrelflight have a long overdue conversation.)

Snowmelt (Head filled with Graystripe’s wintertide tales, Stempaw ropes Spotpaw into the decoration adventure of a lifetime. Or at least a leaf-bare.)

incomprehensible (Firepaw learns what it means to be a seer. It will haunt him for the rest of his life.)

Coming up are:

passing rain, blue-white heat

Fortunately, Hollyleaf has a power. It’s time travel (or reincarnation, maybe). Unfortunately, she only realizes this when Hawkfrost’s claws sink into her throat and she’s reborn as one of Mapleshade’s kits, only to quickly and unceremoniously drown.

Then she wakes up again — this time as one of Moonflower’s three kits. StarClan kill her now (or don’t. She might prefer if they didn’t).

(for want of a nail AU in which Hollyleaf is reborn into the Bluestar's Prophecy era — high politics and erasing plot holes and generally making the whole thing much more dramatic, lol)

with lightning in your teeth

When Hollyleaf blinks open her eyes, moons and seasons after Hawkfrost’s claws tore through her throat, she awakens as Sparkkit, daughter of Squirrelflight and Bramblestar.

next of kin

Hollyleaf’s announcement has far-reaching effects when WindClan decides they are owed at least one of the half-Clan kits. Broken and embittered, Hollyleaf is traded away to ensure peace between their two Clans.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need - Part 4

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.

"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie

Chapter Warning: Premature labour mentioned, baby loss mentioned

Chapter Summary: You arrive at the hospital to see Annemarie and the expected mother is understandably emotional.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Ryan snapped. You looked up over the pie you were carrying and trying not to drop to find Daniel, Annemarie's soulmate learning against the wall, Starbucks in hand, scrolling on his phone.

"Ry."

"I'll handle him, you go to her. You're our ride and I don't want you ending up in jail when you lose your shit with him."

"Fine but I'm ramming that Starbucks up his ass if he's upset her."

"Agreed."

Daniel spotted you as you neared.

"Oh thank god, you're here. Wait, why are you looking at me like that?"

You heard Ryan start his lecture, when you slipped into Annemarie's room.

"Hey sweetie."

"Do you have my pie?" came Annemarie's reply, as she sat propped up in bed surrounded by pillows.

"Yes pregnant lady, I have your pie. It's nice to see you too by the way."

"I'm sorry" Annemarie started to sniffle, "it's just I've wanted it all day and Daniel said Ry might be fired, and he won't help me with these stupid socks, he says I'm difficult and I don't want you to be sad."

"Hang on, hang on, one thing at a time, first, he said you were difficult? Where do you want me to punch him?"

Annemarie's sniffling turned into a snort of laughter.

"Y/N."

"I'm serious, where? Dick, face, body? Or I can ram that cup up his ass."

"I mean his dick is why I'm here."

"Dick it is!"

Annemarie laughed again.

"Next on the list is your pie. Here." you said, pushing the hospital table towards her with one hand, setting down the pie and pushing it towards her, "The lady put forks and napkins in the box, she also said she'll make a delivery exception for you and you only, and will bring you anymore you want."

Your soul friend let out an excited squeak as she made a start on the pie, and you took a moment to glance over your shoulder to watch Ryan's continuing lecture.

"What about the other thing?" Annemarie asked, her voice a little quieter.

"I'll bunch him in the dick when Ryan's done chewing him out, be patient."

"Not that."

"Ryan's job?"

"Y/N."

"I'm fine" you reassured, squeezing your friend's spare hand.

"If I'm asking too much"

"You're not."

"Y/N"

"Annemarie, I've had a lot of time to process."

"But, it, you were....."

"I wasn't in a good place."

"It nearly broke you, he nearly broke you, and now I'm asking you, I'm asking you to be here with me. I'm being selfish."

"Sweetie, you are the least selfish person I know. You were going to delay your wedding because of me and my bullshit."

"It wasn't bullshit!!!"

"No, but it's in the past and this right here, this pie eating bump is the future. Not some dickhead who knocked me up and left me. This is what's important now. Ok?"

Annemarie nodded rubbing new tears off her face as you leant forward to hug her.

"Oh my god, did you actually put the fork down to hug me back."

"Shut up."

The door suddenly opened and you were joined by a righteous looking Ryan and a sheepish Daniel, the latter cleared his throat and looked at you both wearily.

"Everything OK?"

You stared back at him, as you stood from your place perched on the bed, crossing your arms across your chest.

"You're getting bunched in the dick."

Meanwhile............

"Buck. Buck!"

"Sorry what?"

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?"

"The girl, the woman you saw last summer."

"What about her?"

"I think I saw her today."

"And?"

"And, I think you're right, I think it could be her."

[ryuichirou]

Replies

About moray sketches, Idia’s little affair with Sebastian, drawing and art and other things.

Anonymous asked:

Morays are so derpy

They really are… the more I look at them the more obsessed I get lol those silly faces

Anonymous asked:

Those eels are so goofy-looking. Are they your favorite sea creature? If not, then what?

Thank you, Anon!

To be honest, I don’t think I have a favourite sea creature. For now, due to my love for the Octa-trio, I have a big soft spot for moral eels and octopuses. A couple of years ago we had a phase during which we read a lot about sharks. The fact that baby sharks are called pups!! I’m still obsessed with this fact.

In general, sea is fascinating and truly beautiful, but it was never really my thing, so I don’t know much about different kinds of creatures… Should definitely work on that 🤔

Anonymous asked:

🗣🔥BLACK BUTLER MENTIONED🔥🗣

OOoo Sebastián if Ciel finds out you're in troubleee

HEHE YES even though we still aren’t back to our Kuroshitsuji era and I just replied about it the other day… The desire to ship these two was sudden but too strong to resist.

I think Ciel would just roll his eyes to be honest, maybe he would get a bit disgusted… but overall, the whole thing probably happened due to their investigation, so he shouldn’t complain. Or is it jealousy that sours his mood?~

Anonymous asked:

Idia’s hips are so deliciously grabbable. Grabbing them, nibbling them, groping them, hmmm.

And with how thin he is one would think that he would be too sharp around the edges to probably grab. But I guess his bones make him easier to grab… Cute!

Anonymous asked:

The way Idia looks in the last panel…..I don’t think I would be able to resist going back and “interrogating” him more, perhaps all day even. I’m very dedicated, what can I say? 😔

What a hardworking person you are! This is truly inspiring.

I think the more you “interrogate” Idia, the more “interrogatable” he looks… this is magical.

tardigrade-misfit asked:

I’ve come to a realization that I’ve only ever seen one thing drawn of Leona and I need to see more of the lazy lion man 😭

Omg you’re right, we only posted him once (not counting a chibi drawing + fem!Leona in a big genderswap post). It’s so funny, I feel like I draw him every now and then because of commissions (thank you, everyone orz), but at the end of a day we barely have anything Leona-related. The only character less lucky than him is probably poor Cater…

To be completely honest, Leona just isn’t usually on my radar, and even though I sketch him sometimes, those sketches rarely get finished and are mostly posted on ko-fi. Sorry 😔

Anonymous asked:

my god, imagine a more messed up alternate universe where the Asim family had a "last one standing" competition to decide the successor... The head of the family dies and suddenly Kalim is put against his siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, ecc. He would be so bummed out. As soon as he says "Jamil, I think we'll have to kill my family" Jamil just starts crying from joy. Yes! Let's kill all these rich people! And also make you the new head, that would be cool I guess...

AAAH honestly Anon it would be such an interesting story to read and/or watch. Kalim would probably consider giving up multiple times, but ultimately decide against it because he doesn’t really want to die either lol

To Jamil it would absolutely be a joy though. I think some of Kalim’s relatives would try to bribe him out of helping Kalim though, “kill him in his sleep and we will give you a better life” type of deal. But Jamil would refuse~ Not because he’s loyal to Kalim or anything, of course of course.

Anonymous asked:

Since that other anon asked about Epel might as well join in: Jack and Epel. I can see Epel looking up to Jack because "Oh strong muscle man, wanna be like him" so of course Jack being the goodest boy that he is would help Epel train... in more ways than one ;)

Anon, this ship is so good visually with the size difference and all, and Epel salivating at the thought of Jack’s muscles because he really wants to have muscles himself (in reality he is just attracted to Jack) is such a good idea, and we absolutely see its potential… but unfortunately somehow they don’t click with us just yet. Maybe it’s because it feels too fluffy, with Epel getting in trouble and Jack getting him out of trouble? Maybe we’re missing this spice because we haven’t seen a lot of their interactions. Only time will tell…

Nothing against it of course though! Epel should get railed by a big wolf man.

[thebabblingbrookenook]

Hand Painted

Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Modern AU - It’s Opening Night and your stage makeup has to be just right. You are left in the very capable hands of Benedict Bridgerton.

Warnings: PG-13 lol. We get some light groping and definite sexual tension.

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s Note: This was a birthday wish fulfillment for a lovely Tumblr mutual with an appreciation for Benedict’s hands. I’m with you girl! Those mitts could paw at me any day. Happy birthday @queen-of-the-misfit-toys , I hope you enjoy 💕

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"Hold still," Benedict scolded for the third time. "I'll never get this done with you wiggling like that."

"Sorry, Ben. It tickles." You squirmed again as the bristles from his brush glided across the skin on your side.

"Just hang in there a bit longer. These markings need to be perfect. I want to make sure the details translate on stage." He scrunched his nose in concentration, willing the brush in his hand to do his bidding. 

Sometimes you forgot that the stakes of this production were just as high for his career as they were for yours. If the showcase went well, there was a chance to establish a real foothold in the world of professional theatre. 

You steadied yourself, determined to stay as still as possible for him. You refused to be the reason his talent wasn’t properly seen. He had too much to offer the world to remain hidden. You would use your naked body as a flashing billboard to display his unique and breathtaking skills.

He looked up to meet your gaze from where he rested on his knees in front of you. “Sorry, I know this is taking forever.”

“No rush. Take your time. I don’t mind.” He had no idea just how thoroughly you didn’t mind. There was many a night where you imagined him on his knees in front of you. This would provide you a vivid mental image for later.

“Are you ready to take your bra off,” he asked, completely unaware of the impact those words had on your brain. 

“What,” you gulped. You needed him to confirm that you hadn’t just been revisiting a favorite daydream that he regularly starred in.

“Your bra,” he stated. “I need to paint your breasts.”

“Oh,” you gulped. “Right, obviously. Is it safe to bend my arms yet, or will it mess up your work?”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Better not to risk it. I’ll do it.”

This had to be a figment of your imagination. Reality was never this good to you. 

Very gently, and with enough skill that confirmed this wasn’t his first time removing ladies delicates, his fingers unhooked the clasp at your back and slowly inched the straps from your shoulders to slide them down your arms without touching your skin.

“There they are,” his eyes widened in terror. “I mean, there we are! As in… you’re all set. Oh, god… Forgive me. I swear I’m not a pervert.”

Your responding giggle was so infectious it even had him cracking a smile. “It’s okay Ben. They are, in fact, there. I think I would have been more offended if you didn’t notice.”

His cheeks were flushed with the most alluring shade of pink you had ever seen. Sometimes he was inexcusably adorable. It didn’t seem like the laws of nature would allow for this much perfection to exist. He was an anomaly.

Eager to escape his embarrassment, he dipped his brush back into the paint without another word. You watched in awe as he mixed the paints to create the perfect hues of color. He went somewhere else when he was creating. The world around him paused, leaving nothing else to exist but himself and the canvas he worked with. Today, that canvas just happened to be you.

If you weren’t painfully aware of how close he was to touching your body with his own, you might have found this relaxing. But relaxed was the last adjective you would have used to describe yourself as you watched his tongue rub against the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were burning with concentration as he studied the lines of your body. You tried not to take it to heart when he huffed in frustration. “This fucking brush is pointless. I’d do better to just use my hands.”

Your core clenched at the thought of it. “Why don’t you?”

He took in the details of your face for any signs of a joke. “That wouldn’t make you uncomfortable?”

It would, but not in the way he worried. “Nope. Be my guest.”

A spark of excitement lit the blues of his eyes. “Really?”

“Mmhmm,” you consented.

That was all the reassurance he needed. His long, elegant fingers dipped into the deep crimson shade on his palate before he brushed them along the heated skin above your left breast. You wondered if he could feel your heartbeat running rampant at his touch.

Tingles spread across your chest in his wake, the sensation so overwhelming that you almost shivered. His hands traveled with precision, etching beautiful intricacies along your collarbone. 

Cleaning his sullied hands, he scooped a generous handful of a different color. "I'm going to use this color as a base to add shadowing. Contour you a bit."

Even through the cold, wet paint, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips saturating your ribs with color. Inch by inch, he made his way up to the curve of your full chest. You fit perfectly in his hold as he cupped you. Kneading and caressing, he sculpted your body as if you were unshaped clay that simply needed a little coaxing to take your true form. When he was satisfied with his work, he mirrored his actions on the other side of your body.

Need was burning through you now. Everything about him to his very essence was sensual. The way he moved. The way he smelled. Even the way he breathed was a Siren's song. But the most intoxicating part of all was that he had no fucking clue. He wasn’t even trying. You could only imagine what his touch would be like when provoked by desire of his own. You doubted you'd survive it.

When your entire chest was properly coated to his liking, he brought his thumb to the hollow of your throat and drug it down the center of your body, between your breasts, over your sternum, further and further until he reached the top of your underwear.

You knew the way you panted was indecent, but there was no controlling your ravenous flesh. When he knelt before you again and lightly blew his breath across the skin below your bellybutton you couldn't stop the tiny whimper that escaped you.

When you met his gaze, his pupils were blown wide at the sound of you. "This spot is still a little wet," he blew again. "Better to not tempt fate."

As if he hadn't just doused you in gasoline and threw a match onto your libido, he stood back to his full height, towering over your small frame. "You look perfect. There's nothing more to be done. You might be my masterpiece."

His lazy, lopsided grin was going to kill you one day. You did your best to gather your composure before speaking, but your voice still held an almost post-orgasmic timber. "I'll wear you proudly tonight."

"Good luck," he whispered before brushing his lips over your cheek.

As you walked away from him, drunk with lust, all you could think about were his hands on you. It's a good thing this play didn't require him to paint between your thighs. You would have ruined all his hard work….

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Tags : @faye-tale @eleanor-bradstreet @queenofmean14 @angels17324 @musicismyoxygen84 @bridgertontess @heeyyyou 

[thegamingcatmom]

Missing my tol feral demon gf 🥺 is she doing okay? Her face regenerated good? Are her humping needs being met?

throw a raw steak 🥩 into the building for me please, our gf need to be healthy and strong to enjoy her good girl 💪🏻

HELLAW

You checking in on Momma is just so stinking CUTE I can´t- 😭🥺🫶

And...bearing gifts? Oh my...you are quite the charmer, aren´t you? Of course such a needy loyal little thing like you would know that the way to Momma´s half-deceased heart is straight through her stomach...or her nose because that smell, my god-!

Maggot Momma has got such a loyal fanbase...as she should have. She´s made absolutely sure of that.😈

(There might have been death threats at some point...)

But, to answer your question, Momma is just peachy, absolutely smothering her darling Drama Queen right in this moment and she´s still hellbent on finding out what needs to be done she´s close so close to remembering and-

...moving on.

Her face has healed up quite nicely as well, didn´t even take a whole week which is most impressive considering how utterly mangled it looked and Momma might just be a tad bit smug about it because there´s no way she could ever forget the look of shock, of awe on her precious Drama Queen´s face, it´s burned itself into her very being and she´s this close to just-

And wearing the biggest smile, most unhinged, looking like a maniac because she has to see it again, needs to see her darling mate look at her like that again and again and again and-

(Meanwhile:)

*Sighs*

So dramatic.

But, at the same time, a part of her desperately wishes this modified human shell was capable of scarring, of bearing nasty wounds because that´s gonna show these misfits just who is in charge, who is not to be messed with because she´s their alpha.

But, most importantly, it´s gonna show her darling mate just who is their rightful alpha. Because, as we know, the only things that matter when it comes to laying claim to a female are strength and size and Momma has more than proved her worth. Having defended them, protected them, reclaimed them as any worthy mate should.

So you can bet your ass if Momma´s (stolen) body was capable of actually showing her battles she´d be strutting about like no tomorrow. Showing off, smug af, gloating about the looks of awe and terror she´s receiving in equal measure.

...But not before making absolutely sure she´s got someone´s undivided attention because surely that´s gonna make them swoon-

(...I mean-)

But yeah, there´s been less content about Maggot Momma lately, I know this and it might just end up killing me because one (1) Momma is giving me a rather murderous nasty look right now and-

But there´s a reason for that because, you see, there´s two (2) Mommas currently fighting for dominance in my head and it´s heaven agony because it´s basically just-

I AM TORN (and I might just like it). 😇❤️‍🔥😈

I do have some other...things planned though. Also depending on how this poll turns out so...we´ll see. 😏

UNTIL THEN and thanks again for checking in on Maggot Momma! She´s simply going mad right now. 😍🥴

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites: Unleashed Scene from “Growing Pains”: Yumyulack’s Outburst:

Jericca: Never support you…. groaning in anger; snapping UGH! THAT’S IT! EVERYBODY OUT!

But then, without thinking, in a fit of anger, Jerrica sling her coffee mug towards human Yumyulack, where it flew burning coffee all over him as he screams in pain.

Jerrica: Oh my god! I am so sorry! Let me-

Human Yumyulack, finally reaching his breaking point with Jerrica, her sisters and Rio, screams in fury that is hear throughout town. Human Korvo hears it and gasp as he hid and began to overhear the conversation

Human Korvo: Hmmm?

Kim: Um Baxter… are you okay…

Human Yumyulack starts yelling

Human Yumyulack: UGH! THAT’S IT! I HAVE HAD IT! I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT! to Jerrica YOU HAVE TURN INTO A HUGE PINK HAIR JERK WHO BARLEY PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ME! to Rio YOU ARE NOTHING OUT A PUNK AND SELF-CENTERED JERKFACE WHO NEED TO STOP LOSING HIS TEMPER OVER LIGHT PROBLEMS! to Kim YOU NEED TO STOP BEING BRATTY BECAUSE YOU KNOW YOUR MEAN BITCH-ASS SISTER ALWAYS SUPPORT YOU! to Ash and Shana AND YOU TWO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOURSELVES!

Human Korvo gasps.

Human Korvo: whispering Y-Yumyulack?

Kim: But Baxter, we-

Human Baxter: YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! UGH! I WORKED SO HARD ON THIS WITH YOU GUYS JUST FOR MY DAD KOREY’S HARD WORK! BUT INSTEAD, YOU TURN IT A RIDICULOUS BATTLE OF THE BLOCK PARTIES WITH THREE BRATS YOU ALWAYS HATE! YOU EVEN RUINED SOME OF THE STUFF KOREY WANTED THAT HE WORKED SO HARD ON TO PERFECT THIS PARTY! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULTS!

Human Korvo starts crying.

Human Korvo: crying Oh… oh my God… I didn’t know… I… sniffs

Jerrica: But you don’t understand! We have to beat the Misfits-

Human Yumyulack angrily slams the desk so hard with his fist, it falls apart into pieces, surprisingly.

Rio: Holy shit! Did you just-

Mark walks by and gasp as he hears his boyfriend quietly.

Human Yumyulack: NO! WE HAVE TO MAKE THIS BLOCK PARTY KOREY WORKED SO HARD ON! AND NOW BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS, THE STUFF IS RUINED, I MESSED UP THINGS WITH MY SISTERS AND NOW THEY ARE REALLY MAD AT ME AND YOU GUYS BEEN TREATING ME LIKE SHIT!

Jerrica: Baxter…

Human Yumyulack: BECAUSE, THAT’S IT! THAT’S THE LAST STRAW! I QUIT!

Suddenly, Human Yumyulack’s eyes glow purple and his fingertips starts turning black. Human Korvo gasps.

Human Korvo: No no no no no! YUMYULACK!

Jerrica: Baxter, wait! We-

Human Yumyulack: FUCK YOU, YOU SELF-CENTERED BITCH-CUNTS!

Human Korvo: What is he doing?!

Once Human Yumyulack slammed the door at Jerrica and her friends’ faces, he angrily walks off when suddenly purple wings pop out of his backs, which caused Human Korvo to gasp as Mark follows Human Yumyulack.

Human Korvo: Mark, no!

As Human Yumyulack keeps walking, he feels a sharp pain and in his head as he turns back into his Shlorpian form and cries out in pain. Then, Yumyulack starts growing bigger and muscular while his whole skin turns black as he cries out.

Yumyulack: WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?!

Mark: Babe?! Babe! Are you alright- gasp

Yumyulack: clothes rip apart into pieces while he screams in pain MARK! GET AWAY! begins to cry RUN! BEFORE I ACCIDENTALLY HURT YOU! breaks down sobbing as he finishes growing bigger and muscular while horns pop out of his head

Mark: Holy shit!

As Yumyulack’s teeth becomes sharp and monstrous with monstrous fangs and his voice gets deeper, he has fully become a Super Shlorpian as he roars once Human Korvo arrived and recognized Yumyulack in distraught.

Human Korvo: Yumyulack?!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack, who lost his sanity, roars and swings a car as Mark gasp and hides behind Human Korvo, while controlling his mutant zombie form. Human Yumyulack roars as he lifts a car up.

Human Korvo: Yumyulack! No! It’s me Korvo! Your dad! Put the car down kiddo! We have to get you home before-

Mark: Yumyulack! No!

Super Shlorpian Yumyulack throws the car while Human Korvo and Mark dodges it. Suddenly, Super Shlorpian Yumyulack hears the screeching from the bat mutants and roars as he flies off.

Human Korvo: Oh for God’s sake!

Mark: Yumyulack! Yumyulack….

Human Korvo looks on and knows what he must do, while going papa wolf.

Human Korvo: Mark, stay here.

Mark: Wait, what are you-

Human Korvo turns back to his Shlorpian form and began to grow bigger and muscular while his wings and horns pop out and his skin turns black

Mark: Whoa! Dude!

Korvo: rips apart this robe as he finishes growing bigger and muscular while his voice deepens Ooooohhhh ffffuuuucccckkk yyyeeeeeeees!

Korvo moans in pleasure.

Mark: Holy shit! You were the monster that saved me-

Super Shlorpian Korvo roars as he fully completes his transformation. Super Shlorpian Korvo blushes and bites his lip

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Aaaah… stretches his back and flexes his right arm I feel much better and feeling horny right now!

Mark: Woah. You’re ripped!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Why thank you and- hears Super Shlorpian Yumyulack’s roars

Mark: Babe…

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Stay here.

Mark: Huh? Okay, but be careful dude and good luck!

Super Shlorpian Korvo then roars as he flies off to save his son while going papa wolf.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: HANG ON YUMYULACK! DADDY’S COMING!

[unhingedselfships]

I poked through the KimiKura Verse Playlist and compiled some songs from the Yakuza!Kadokura AU.

BAD CHILD - BAD CHILD “That smile, girl Was for you It's been a while, girl Without you Free trial, girl For you I don't want to spend this night alone”

EAT SPIT! - Slush Puppy, Royal and the Serpents

“Misfit, misfit in trouble Queen shit, queen shit level Misfit, misfit in trouble Misfit, get the fuck on my level Bad bitch, queen shit, icon”

Complex - Xana

“I put on a pretty show, a demon taught me what I know And I could see it in her eyes, I got this angel hypnotized Said she loves the thing I do with my tongue while I'm inside  You got me with my worst intentions”

Good Kid - Former Vandal

“Baby, you could fuck up my whole life How'd you know that's just what I'd like? You wrap my arms around your throat and say Tell me that you love me like it matters either way"

regrets - Stevie Howie

“Call me an addict Baby can I have it? Fuck being right God I want it so badly I can't deny you You know you're my supplier Fuck my pride Already know I'm a buyer I'd change my mind for you, yeah I'd follow what you do, yeah”

Sex and Candy - Marcy Playground

“I smell sex and candy here, mmm Who's that lounging in my chair? Mmm Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Momma this surely is a dream, yeah”

HOUNDIN PT II - Layton, AViVA

“Ooh, you so obsessive, send another desperate message On your knees, I got you begging, I forgot, I meant to mention, yeah You ain't nothing when you tryna be slick You ain't nothing but my hounding-ass bitch, yeah yeah”

666 - KILLBOY

“You know from the jump I'm crazy as fuck 1 a.m. you know I'm kinda drunk I just want yo love Cut you up and put you in the trunk If you fucking up Nah, you know that shit aint really nothin' I just want your love”

She Thinks of Me - Landon Tewers “She loves the bags under my eyes Sitting in her thigh highs Drinking like a fish because she's realized I'm just fucking with an imitation maybe I should move on from the parasite Heard you're speaking like we made a truce Haven't stole your woman yet so show some gratitude I found a real one My life's a wicked view Be thanking me when she's fucking you”

Daddy AF - Slayyyter 

“I been fuckin' models I been poppin' bottles all night Playboy in the grotto (Playboy in the grotto!) Put it on your face boy Alright (Alright, alright) Daddy as fuck”

Bloodfeather - Highly Suspect

“Your eyes, they could cut through diamonds and steel For real, they're sharper than the blade in your hand They tell me you're strong, but they don't tell me what you feel I feel there's something that you want me to hear It's coming in loud and clear You know what you want, what you want, what you want In the name of love, I'll follow you You fit me like a glove when I'm inside of you And if my body's dead and cold, I'd die for you In the name of love, I'll kill for”

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

“I want your whiskey mouth all over my blond south Red wine, cheap perfume and a filthy pout Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better Why river with a pair? Let's have a full house of leather”

Make It Naked - DYLYN

“Make it naked This is how I want it Bleeding, screaming I want it raw and honest Under the skin is the truth I'll show you me, show me you”

Popsicle - bludnymph

“Got a sugar addiction, I make bad decisions I wish I would listen but I just wanna stay Now my hunger has risen, I can't help but give in I pray I'm forgiven, I cannot get away Yeah, I got a sweet tooth I want another taste of you Yeah, I gotta stay cool Nobody does it like you do”

Strut - Emeline

“They say I'm tragically obsessed Hot mess, God forbid, I'm getting what I like Every night, make 'em livid All these saints are watching me My sex life like TMZ You're welcome, bitch, the show is free”

Fluorescent - Gwen Stefani

“Dressing up in your love is a dangerous thing My sexy super lover's got a real bad sting Oh baby, didn't want no trouble, this is more than I can afford I can't help myself, keep coming back for more”

Little Girl Gone - CHINCHILLA

“Little girl gone, got a gun from a gangster Run little girl, run little girl, faster Little girl gone, got a gun from a gangster Honey, I've changed so much since I last saw ya”

Lord of the Thighs - Aerosmith

“You must have come here to find it You've got the look in your eyes Although you really don't mind it I am the lord of your thighs”

Part Goddess Part Gangster - Madalen Duke

“See that girl Halo on her head Eyes that burn with a devilish stare Pocketknife hidden in her smile Watch her move Like a beast in the wild She flies with angels She runs with wolves Part goddess, part gangster”

Crimewave - Blue Stahli

“I wanna go on a crimewave I wanna ride with you And when I dance on their grave I wanna dance with you”

[pink-pages]

Soul of the Sword

AAAAHHHH!!! That was my immediate reaction upon finishing this book. I was a little bit apprehensive since I loved the first one so much that perhaps this one wouldn't be quite up to that level. I was wrong. The last few chapters had me literally squealing and commenting out loud in my college's cafeteria. People were just enjoying their food and then all of a sudden you hear me go like "you did not just kill the dog!" and they're looking at me like

Anyways, I have so many opinions on this book that I have no idea where to begin. The same things about Kagawa’s descriptions and writing style that I said about Shadow of the Fox hold up for this book too. I also LOVED getting to see more types of Yokai and spirits. The illusion magic Yumeko did in this book was super cool and badass and the final battle at the end had my emotions going crazy like “wait, what just happened?” “HOLY SHIT DID HE JUST DIE?!” “Oh, no he’s still alive, thank god” “NO NO NO NO NO!!”

To be quite honest, I found the romance a bit cheesy (honestly almost everything that comes out of Daisuke’s mouth is flowery enough to put Shakespeare to shame). That didn’t mean that I didn’t completely eat it up though. I was just sitting there like “this is so cringey, give me MORE!!” The cheese was, in a way, kind of refreshing actually. I’ve gotten so used to reading about romances that are, like, 95% angst. A fluffier one was a bit of a treat. Also, KAGAWA PUT A ROMANCE BETWEEN SECONDARY MAIN CHARACTERS IN THE FOREFRONT!!! I feel like so many times beta couples (as tvtropes.org calls them) get kind of shoved aside in order to build up the main pairing. Soul of the Sword manages to build both romances while still having the Okame-Daisuke (Daikame? Okasuke?) romance being the main focus instead of the Tatsumi-Yumeko (Tatsuko? Yumesumi?) romance. Then there's poor Reika who's got to deal with trying to save the world and keeping everyone else else from acting like a bunch of lovestruck idiots. The thing I loved the most about the way the romances were written in this book was that it didn't overshadow the adventure. Instead of being a romance book with adventure in it, it was an adventure book with some romances.

Oooh, ok, I also need to talk about Hakaimono. I loved getting to see chapters from his point of view. The characterization of Hakaimono was awesome. He's a demon but instead of falling into that "demons are all simply evil incarnate" trap, Kagawa gives Hakaimono his own individual personality and goals. As Hakaimono himself puts it, he is more of a refined demon than, say, Yaburama. He's not trying to cause as much chaos and bloodshed as possible like the rest of the demons and Yokai in Genno's entourage. Hakaimono is in the business of revenge, he has a more complex goal and motive.

Characters

Yumeko: I loved the way her character developed. Yumeko's magic and fighting skills increased, as did her confidence in them, but she kept her relative naiveté when it came to social interactions. No matter how much magic she learned and how badass she became, she still took every sarcastic comment Okame made literally. Honestly, I found this character development to be really accurate because Yumeko is using her fighting and magic skills. She is not, however, interacting with many people outside her little group of misfits. Yumeko's character is honestly one of the more relatable literary heroines to me. Her reaction to either Daisuke or Okame's dream (I'm guessing it was Okame's for reasons I will explain later) was so fucking relatable. The other thing I loved about Yumeko is that she’s one of those rare heroines who I can’t imagine sitting on a rock in a garden somewhere picking petals off of flowers and muttering “he loves me, he loves me not.” She just seems to spend a lot more of her free time having fun and messing around than angsting about the state of her love life.

Tatsumi: I didn’t see much of him in this book, I’m guessing it probably had something to do with his soul being trapped in a psychological prison by a demon. Anyways, when we did see Tatsumi peek out it was honestly kind of heartbreaking. As terrible as it is that Tatsumi’s body wound up being hijacked by Hakaimono, I did appreciate the fact that that allowed me to see more about Tatsumi’s true character than I learned in the first book. When Tatsumi‘s soul peaked out, like when Yumeko met him in the dream realm and when she possessed his body too, he was actually feeling something. Yeah, his hopelessness was upsetting to read about, but we got to see his true self without him pushing down all his emotions.

Okame: The dude really shone in this book. We finally got to see some backstory on him, that his brother is dead, and it seems to have been extremely important in shaping Okame’s personality. It also puts a whole different perspective on things. It seems like Okame blames himself for his brother’s death and now I can’t stop mentally comparing him to Matthew Fairchild (from The Last Hours, which you need to read if you haven’t already). Now his carefree “let’s do ill-advised shit cause it’s fun” attitude seems more like an attempt to ease his guilt by either making him forget what happened or punishing himself for it. I also said earlier that I thought the Kdrama dream Yumeko stumbled into was Okame's and I think that's because the class gap was mentioned in the dream and Okame was the one to bring up the class gap in the scene with the flute (that Yumeko spied on again because she's a whole-ass mood). I think despite Okame's confident attitude, he's got a really low opinion of himself. It seems to me that he brings up the "honourless Ronin dog" thing because if he owns it, that means it can't be used as an insult against him. Okame just really needs that reassurance from Daisuke that he's good enough.

Reika: Dear Lord, Reika! She's quickly rising up my list of favorite characters. I've noticed that usually in YA books, all the characters are tangled up in some kind of romance and when they're not, it's usually a boy who's the third, fifth, or seventh wheel for example TJ in the Magnus Chase series or Leo in the Heroes of Olympus, (ok, so maybe it's just a Rick Riordan thing). Still, I love that they have a female main character who's voluntarily an anti-romantic (*cackles in MOA*). She's just an unbothered queen (but at the same time she's always bothered by the boys and Yumeko's shenanigans). It seems like nothing can rattle her and even when she discusses her worries about the plan with Yumeko and we see that she is actually worried, she still manages to keep her composure in almost every situation they're in. I'm lowkey getting Professor McGonogall vibes from her and I love it.

Daisuke: Alrighty, here we go. My favorite of the core five. I think I’ve figured out why I love him so much. My favorite book character of all time is Jem Carstairs from The Infernal Devices and Daisuke honestly reminds me of him a bit. Both characters have silver hair and can be described as “nothing but kindness” (in Tessa’s words). This makes me a bit nervous though cause Cassandra Clare liked to pick on Jem and now I’m terrified Julie Kagawa’s gonna take a page out of her book (so to speak) and pick on the sweet silver boy. He also just seems way too excited to die an honorable death in battle. I’ll admit, he doesn’t seem to have as much character development as Okame, Yumeko, and Tatsumi, but hey, it’s kind of hard to improve upon perfection. I’m sorry, I just love this man with all my heart, thank you and goodbye.

Suki: This girl (ghost) is massively relatable. I, too, am hopelessly in love with Daisuke. Anyways, moving on, I don’t have any particularly strong feelings about her, but I will say that she turned out to be far more important than I thought she’d be. I mean without her, the main characters would be dead about a thousand times over.

Seigetsu: I don’t trust the man.

Taka: Look, I know he’s not as important as a lot of the other characters but I just had to mention him. Seriously, that kid is adorable. Like, I wanna scoop him up, wrap him in blankets, and protect him from everything wrong in the world. He’s just such a sweet and innocent baby and part of my disdain for Seigetsu is because he keeps using Taka’s abilities to look into the future even though it seems to hurt Taka.

[thebluestbluewords]

More??? Of this???

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“Uh-uh, princess.” Uma interrupts. “We’re not splitting up.” 

Mal gestures to the chaos unfolding around them. The boys are already working in pairs to hold off the new knights coming in, but they have four boys against a horde, and it’s going to be a futile effort if the armor proves to be as hardy as it seems right now. 

“We have to get some of us out ahead,” Mal explains. “This is already a mess in here, and we don’t know how bad it is ahead, so that means my crew. We know how to work together already, so if we split off we won’t be ducking your henchmen’s swings in addition to these knights.”

Uma scoffs, and jams her sword into the face plate of a knight trying to chop at her neck. The suit rears back, but doesn’t stop moving. “Addition. That’s cute. Talk to me about addition once you learn how to count. There’s twenty-odd knights in here, and seven of us. Not exactly one to fifty.” 

Mal’s arms ache already, but she’s got to keep fighting. There’s another knight behind Uma’s back, so Mal hefts her sword up and into its mace arm, knocking it loose from the joint. 

Uma doesn’t even acknowledge the save. 

Typical. 

“I meant in the castle, fishface.” Mal says. “There’s hundreds of these suits in the castle, and if we can’t get to Audrey and break the spell, they’ll keep coming until we’re outnumbered one to fifty in here.”

“I’m still not letting you sacrifice us so your little band of misfits can escape and leave us trapped. We stick together or we all die here as one.” 

“That’s what’ll happen if you don’t let my crew go after her!” 

“Well, that fucking sucks then, don’t it, princess. This is my squad, and I’m not letting you leave us here again.” 

“This is my turf,” Mal shouts. “We know the castle better than you. If you hold the hall while we run ahead, we have a better chance of regrouping enough to break the curse and stop them from the source!” 

“Then let us go! We’re the smaller squad, you’re the big strong Auradon team. You stay here for the last stand, tell us where to go and we’ll get there faster.” 

“Oh my god,” Evie breaks in, pushing them apart. “This is the literal worst time for you two to have another argument about who has the bigger leadership boner. Can’t you work together for five minutes so we can not die at the hands of the stupidest army ever?” 

“I’ll back down if she will,” Uma growls, still in Mal’s space. It would be a lot more intimidating if she wasn’t still bleeding from the cut one of the knights scored on her arm earlier, and if she wasn’t still as short as Mal and unable to loom over her the same way the Auradon adults all do when they want her to feel small and helpless. “And I know she won’t.” 

“I’ll back down when you admit I’m right!” Mal spits back. She’s shaking from some combo of adrenaline and terror. It’s taking active effort to keep her sword arm from shaking and rattling against the dais they’re sheltering on. It’s so not a cool and leader-y thing to do, but Mal wants to stab the sword into the wood to keep it still. Just for a minute. Just so she can have something solid to lean on until the worst of the shakes fade. 

“Look,” Evie points out. “The guys are exhausted, and no matter who runs, we won’t have time to stop Audrey from the source, assuming she’s even still here, before somebody gets seriously hurt. We’ve got bigger fish to fry than your rivalry thing, so put your differences aside and work together for right now. I’m not even saying the whole day, just until we get this Audrey-magic situation dealt with.” 

“Evie, I can’t work with her,” Mal begs, trying to whip her head around so that she can give her girlfriend puppy eyes without breaking eye contact with her ex. “We can figure something else out, right? Something where we get to heroically recover their bodies later and get praised for being so brave in the face of evil?” 

“No,” Evie snaps, smashing the heel of her shoe against a particularly aggressive knight who’s trying to get up on their dais. “If you two won’t work together right now  there’s not going to be anyone left to praise you for your rotten work later.” 

“Well, I can’t work with you either!” Uma snaps back, glaring harder than Mal’s ever seen before. “Fuck your princess-heroism shit. My crew’s better dead than saved by you two anyway.” 

“Fuck you.” Mal spits. 

“Fuck you!” Uma snaps. “We’re dying. That’s it. You’re the one who’s dooming us with your inflexible sacrifice plan.” 

“If you two won’t get your shit together we are all going to die here!” Evie shouts. “And unless you want my death on your conscience, you need to work together, because right now we're on the same side.” 

knights fall

(AKA I’m back on my song fic bullshit!)

“Watch your back!” Uma shouts, swinging her sword up with a bone-rattling crack. “Watch your back, loser!” 

Mal whips around faster than she thought she could with a sword this heavy in her hand, and swings it down just fast enough to block the strike that the knight is aiming at her knee. 

Shit. If they’re going to the legs they’re going for crippling shots, which means they’re smart. 

Audrey is smart. 

Fuck. 

“Watch your back!” Celia shouts. “Uma! Watch—“ 

Uma spins in place, turning her shoulder into the armor just in time for it to slam the sword down into the floor where her feet were planted seconds ago. 

“Guess you’ve got it handled!” Celia calls, from where she’s hidden in the archway, hopefully far enough away from the armor’s pedestals to be safe. They only have enough swords for the seven of them and Mal’s not sure that the swords they do have are going to last very long against a smart, apparently sentient army of enchanted armor who can’t be killed in a way that matters. “Your back’s open again, by the way!” 

Uma makes a noise that’s closer to exhausted than annoyed. “Gil! Cover me!” 

“Uma—“ Gil manages to get out, before he has to stop talking for a second as one of the suits of armor swings its shield at his head. He ducks, and comes up with his sword wedged between the armor’s legs. His arms bulge, and the sword slowly pulls through the thick, sticky darkness that’s holding the suits together underneath the armor. “Sorry, Uma! I’m trying!” 

[seksipomminpurkaja]

okie dokie, annie/marcus, misfits n joe/mae?

took me a while but here they are

Beauty and the hoe

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

Annie was first bit disgusted, bit charmed by Marcus, she had heard of the Coburn man before and so to say he’s quite well known. She was very persistent not to fall for his sweet words and strong presence, and she did succeed, which made her more interesting to Marcus himself. While she looked sweet and innocent she had that much willpower to make him seriously interested. Now Marcus know for sure how strong of a person Annie really is, and Annie has come to know Marcus thoroughly to the point they have nothing to hide from each other, and Marcus feels like he doesn’t deserve to be with her (which he truly doesn’t)

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

Marcus has no family to speak of, he does have Sarah and David though, they don’t give two shits what Marcus does with his relationships, and they both know if something goes horribly wrong it’s likely his fault anyway. Annie’s sister is very cautious about Marcus because she knows exactly who he is and where he hangs out with his work buddies, she tried to warn her, but she herself is in pretty shady businesses and that word can;t come out. Annie’s parents however welcomed him finally after their girl was born and the new father showed up on their door with their grandchild. Mrs. Valentine’s eyes scan him from head to toes and is not that impressed with him at first.

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?

Annie is the reserved one who inspects all situations before she acts, Marcus is the outgoing one who tends to act before thinking twice. She is intelligent but keeps to herself and her work as a seamstress, Marcus goes around town causing harm and mild chaos. 

What is their favorite aspect of each other?

There’s something oddly charming the scottish accent and recklessness for Annie, plus he has great physique and is covered in tattoos, she didn’t know she’s into bad boys before. But he is also kind once you rub of the layers of dirt off him. Annie chubby and he loves it, perfect for cuddling. She is also no-nonsense type of girl and very stubborn, proved a little challenge for him and he loved it, she clearly has her own mind and personality and stuck out from the rest of the London women.

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

Marcus tends to hide some unimportant stuff from her even though they have a deal to talk about everything, he also doesn’t talk about his work for obvious reasons and while Annie knows hat he’s doing, she never gets the details. For Marcus there’s nothing wrong with Annie, maybe that she wears her hair on a braid but he’d love to see her show off her locks more often

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

It’s always Marcus who comes to her first, she is that unyielding, they talk things through, there is no other way for them, and lucky for Marcus Annie is forgiving and loving, and still trusts Marcus to love her back

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

Maybe Paris, elegant city for and elegant lady and a shaggy scotchman

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

They met in a bar where Annie was forced to look for help with people harassing her and her shop. But they could have met in middle of a gunfight where Marcus is chasing down someone and that someone is holding civilians at gunpoint

Fish and the hoe

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

Harlei saw him as an adorable nerd with little knowledge of his fame, but alas, he wasn’t that adorable, and damn did he know what he’s capable of, a damn sharp man both mind and teeth, she’s really into him now. I’d guess Ninida was bit put off by Harlei bc who is this albino, why is she doing that thing with her tongue that’s nasty. But now she’s interesting and certain fun to be around and fool around with

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

Jolanda was delighted, Tzet tried not to sigh out ‘oh bother’ after he recognized who the nedian was. His dad has had dealings with Vim in the past but nothing grand, it was only matter of time who told Jolanda first. Tzet was still happy for her though, first time in years she’s in a somewhat stable relationship. I bet Jens brought out all the bad dad jokes when Ninida brought Harlei to his cabin

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?

They’re both smart and quick witted, they have reasons why they’re as a successful as they are. Then there’s Ninida with being open about his feelings and Harlei beating them up with a stick, Harlei’s flirtyness and Ninida’s almost prude attitude towards sex. Both good pilots and know their guns, but Ninida can always suggest upgrades to Harlei’s current one

What is their favorite aspect of each other?

She loves the excitement and challenge Ninida provides for her and the more steady pace in her love life, and that he got her to take a look at herself in the mirror and make her realize she might need some end goal in her life. Ninida probably appreciates her experience and thing she could teach to him about relationships that proved an useful edge with Amai later on, the hair is nice to look at and toy with, and she’s a huge child at heart, loving playfights ahead

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

The fact that Ninida is always tweaking or thinking about tweaking his guns at any given moment. For Ninida, idk, maybe that she’s always horny

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

Both sulking and giving each other the silent treatment before getting to their senses and try to fix it all by themselves, which then leads to them either talking or making it up somehow

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

Some exotic planet maybe, unhabited and all wild and dangerous would be for Harlei’s likings, but guess some beach holiday bc Nedians and water

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

The was a slight chance they’d end up on opposing ends of a trade deal, adding just that extra bit rivalry between them and Harlei getting more cocky and annoying in his eyes

Cheese puff and buff

How differently do they think of each other now compared to when they first met?

Both were such massive pains in each other’s asses at first, Joe being the party pooper by throwing her out all the time and Maeve being the annoying patron that always causes trouble and needs to be thrown out the second she sets foot in hallway. Now she’s still a troublemaker but she’s his troublemaker. And Joe still has those arm muscles she was drawn into in the first place by the sixth time he threw her out, he still acts all cool and calm but she knows he’s a bit of a lovesick big puppy. And he knows now that the attention she craved in the bar was due to her daddy and mommy issues. They’re both sweet and caring people

What do their friends/family think of their relationship?

The Fujioka’s weren’t so impressed at first bc for one: their daughter never decided to show up in the past and now she has the guts to tell them she’s engaged, to this man, who they know only little about, like honey are you sure. But they’ll have a change of heart once they see how happy she is with him and how happy he is with her, how they’ve already been living together for a while and worked past the long distance issues. Maeve was bit scared but also delighted by the Batbayars, huge and imposing people but so gentle, Joe is clearly their kid.

How do their personalities/skills complement or contrast with each other?

Maeve is a fiery personality accompanied with only 160-170 cm or so height, then there’s the quite mellow big dude who could engulf her in mere seconds. Joe is good with guns and has actual training, Maeve has sharp eyes to spot any valuables, and she’s very agile, while Joe is brute force. They’re both in the shape of their lives and make it known to any people with them at the gym

What is their favorite aspect of each other?

Ngl looks were pretty much the first thing that got Meave interested, then came the tattoos and the muscles. After properly getting to know him she loves his humor and well, he has pretty good manners too, but that jaw though, nothing can beat the jaw. Joe loves her freckles and nose and her determination, maybe something else?

Do either of them have pet peeves about each other?

Maybe posting pictures of him and some other gal unknown to her get her pretty irritated, but she keeps it at that, if it’s just a friend or a fan but if they dare to kiss him on the cheek there’s hell to pay. For Joe, maybe her hotheadedness she’s always ready to throw down and someone is about to catch those hands, babe there’s better ways to settle things down

How would each reconcile with each other after a fight?

Both go their separate ways for a while to cool off, (or make up immiediately after the spat is one was clearly in the wrong), and come back with an apology and explanation, maybe a gift if it was “ditching your date after three months of not seeing one another”

What would be their ideal vacation getaway together?

Somewhere with tons of fresh air and outdoor activities, maybe somewhere relatively close too

Think of a new way (AU, different situation, etc.) they could have met for the first time.

Joe’s on a job with Morri, they come across an abandoned building and hear rustling and cluttering from inside and go check it out bc there’s some bandits in the are, turns out, it’s a short red haired scavenger, how did she end up there, no one knows. She does show to be little agitated by them interrupting her diggings though

[love-toxin]

shadysider sunshine

a/n: basically i rewatched the fear street trilogy and i could not resist writing this fic...

warnings: tommy slater x reader, camp counselor! reader, sunnyvaler! reader, pet names, "oh no there's only one shower" trope, kind of enemies to lovers but not really, shower sex, teasing, semi-public sex, bruising/hickies, unprotected sex, reader has an attitude, afab reader.

word count: 4k

"Dude, what are you doing here at this time of night?" 

You want to be mad about it, but even the lilt of your voice betrays your own entertainment with the situation. The last person you would expect to find skulking around your cabin late at night is the same person you've locked eyes with, the younger campers that were once his comrades having shrieked and fled the scene upon being caught in the beam of your flashlight. After having your shower and traipsing all the way back towards your cabin, hair still wet and your legs cold from the cool air against your damp skin, you just wanted to relax--but it never seems to work out that way at Camp Nightwing. 

Honestly, you're not even sure what to expect. It's not uncommon for the opposing teams, Shadyside and Sunnyvale, to play pranks on each other, but for the most part any counselor participation would be prohibited--especially when it's everyone's favourite heartthrob, Tommy Slater. 

"You gonna egg my cabin, Shadysider? Cause if you are, you're gonna have to be a little sneakier than that." 

His eyes widen and he looks around as if he hasn't already been caught red-handed, locks of light hair swinging about his face each time he turns his head. A quick glance down and he's got nothing in his hands, but that doesn't mean anything. As much as you hate to put the stereotype on people, especially kids, Shadysiders have a knack for getting into trouble with minimal effort. 

"N-No! Uh, we weren't...I wasn't…"

Has he really not noticed that he's been left afloat? He takes a further look around and seems surprised at the fact that his little campers are all gone, no doubt having sprinted back to their cabins to keep from getting caught doing...whatever they were planning to do. 

"Listen,"

He snaps to attention when you speak up again, in the midst of pulling your robe tighter around yourself. Even a blind man could see where his eyes fall when you do so, and as much as you don't want to encourage him, you just have to scoff and let a smirk work its way across your lips. How cute, trying to pretend he doesn't notice your current state of dress. 

"I really don't give a shit, I just want to go to bed. Congrats on the colour war, Mr. Slater, and try to keep your campers out of my cabin." 

You flick the flashlight off and pitch you both into relative darkness, with the moon being the only thing half-illuminating each of your faces. Honestly, you've spent the last hour or two comforting the disappointed Sunnyvale campers after their first loss, and Kurt's anguished cries of unfair play are still ringing in your ears. If nothing else, you just want one more good night of sleep before there's even more to contend with tomorrow. 

"You can call me Tommy, y'know."

It hurts how naïve he sounds. He really is such a goody two shoes, but you can't even really get on his case for it. It's just the way it is, and you'll be the first to admit that there's certainly much worse ways to be. 

"I know your name. I'm just messing with you, honey." 

A soft "Oh," leaves his lips, and….God, he's hopeless. Who wouldn't know his name, his face, or that innocent look that makes you feel like you're staring into the eyes of a lost puppy? Many of your fellow Sunnyvalers like to mock you for extending an olive branch to the poor, misfit Shadysiders, but they really aren't that bad. Well, at least some of them aren't. 

But jeez, you've never seen him so meek before. Tommy shifts his weight from foot to foot, and as far as you can tell in the dim light he looks like he's got something else to say. But he just can't seem to spit it out, and with a sigh at the tease of something interesting happening, you turn and flick your hair aside as you start taking steps back towards your cabin door. And just as you're in the midst of bidding your fellow counselor good night, with one hand set on your doorknob, you hear a shout of "Wait!" from just behind you and a force at your back that shoves you forward. Within seconds you're on the floorboards in the entryway of your cabin, flashlight rolled out of reach and dazed from the sudden push--and with a creak and a splattering sound you feel something splash all over the back of your legs, and you turn yourself around to see the carnage that lay between them. 

There, with half his body in the doorway and the other half on the stairs where he's come crashing down, is Tommy--covered from head to ass in blue paint. The bucket is already in the process of rolling down said stairs, surely having been propped on top of your door to stain whoever was unlucky enough to open it, and despite being so bold as to shove you out of the way, he grimaces at the fury that's written clear as day on your face. You want to curse him out so fucking badly, want to kick his stupid pretty face in for letting those shit kids of his do this, but you're so annoyed already that the anger almost cancels itself out as you take a deep breath in. Almost. 

"You're a dickhead." 

Only then does he scramble to get up, stepping back to avoid getting more paint on your floor only to slip and fall backwards on to his ass. And despite being ever so courageous to save you from such a stupid prank, you groan as you look down and find splatters of blue paint all over not just your legs, but your robe and your hands too. And he's absolutely doused in it, hair soaked through and his clothes totally marred by the thick paint, little bastards must have mixed it with something else to make it stick. At the moment it's not even worth it to try mopping it off your floor and the stairs, you just get to your feet and slam the door behind you, punting the bucket all the way into the bushes as you stomp past Tommy and head right back towards the showers. Again.

"W-Wait-! I'm sorry, I really-"

"I don't wanna hear it, Shadysider!"

What you also don't want to hear is his footsteps hurrying towards you, and yet he's caught up in less than a minute and matches your pace as you head towards the building just across the field. If not for the snatches of lamplight catching your faces as you walk, you wouldn't have taken notice to the panic in his eyes that softens the anger a little bit….but not enough to make you stop. 

"It wasn't meant for you, they thought it was Kurt's cabin, and I really thought it was! But it was dark, and I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, and….I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." 

You want to be mad. You seriously, desperately want to be mad enough that it none of it matters, that him hurrying to stand in your way and apologize makes no difference to you, and that the gentle grip he gets on your forearms to keep you focused on him doesn't make your heart flutter. Being touched by some guy, and a Shadyside one at that, shouldn't make you so weak, but it really does. The silence hangs heavy between you, nothing but the crickets and the sound of a warm breeze passing through the trees and rustling the leaves to pepper the quiet air. 

"...Fine. It's fine. Now, can we just go wash this shit off?"

The paint dripping down his face can't hide the relief that passes over it, yet when he has the mind to let you go, a soft "Oops," falls from his mouth as you both glance down to see the palm prints he's left on you. It breaks the tension in a way, though, as you roll your eyes and pull him along as he chuckles, another apology coming out as the two of you approach the steps to the shower block and slip inside. 

Lucky for you, for once, it's completely empty. The stalls sit open and the tiles dry, although it is pretty late at night and nearly all the campers should be asleep. But when you reach for the nearest one in a row of four to turn it on, your face falls and you groan for what feels like the hundredth time today. 

"Of course. It's past midnight. Only one of them is on."

Whatever kind of water-preservation bullshit they wanna keep going with just exists to piss you off, evidently--Tommy kicks his shoes off and follows close behind as you test each one, before finally reaching the double-wide stall where the handle squeaks and out comes a hail of fresh, warm water. 

"C'mon, I wanna get this over with. If we stand around it's gonna be harder to get off." 

His first instinct upon you loosening the sash of your robe is to turn his head away, a hand coming up to block his vision even though you've already caught the red tinge rising to his cheeks, and the giddy smile that he can't quite wipe off his face. 

"You sure?"

He says so with his eyes still averted, but the desire to sneak a peek is so strong you can feel it even just standing next to him. To you it's whatever, but it's obvious that this is his first time doing something like this--and as much as you want to laugh, you dim it to a smirk as you shrug your robe off your shoulders and toss it on the towel bench to your right. 

"We'll just turn around. It's no big deal...what, you afraid?" 

Stretching a hand out, you test the water to check the temperature, only distantly aware of the click of Tommy's belt behind you as he starts to undress. For some reason the sound stirs something within you, and you can't help biting your lip as you try to stifle the urge to turn around and look. 

"As long as you don't mind sharing the water with a Shadysider." 

Ooh, you can just feel the smirk on his pretty face as he teases you, finally seeming to come out of his shell the more he bares himself to you. He doesn't bother hanging up his sleeveless tank and his tight jeans, just tosses them in a heap on the bench for them to dry. They're probably ruined anyways, you can feel how thick the paint is as it dries on your skin, and you can only imagine how tough it's going to be to get it out of his hair. You try your best not to think of how he's gonna need help to do so, but you fail, just as expected. 

"Just get in, dummy." 

You can't help your smile either, and once the steam starts rising from the cold tiles, you finally step underneath the shower head and sigh at the feeling, the water like a warm blanket covering your body entirely and wrapping you in comfort you can't get anywhere else. At least, until Tommy's warmth shuffles closer and he sidles up behind you, his body so close that you swear you can hear his heartbeat from here. And if you really can, then it's thudding like the keys of a typewriter, so fast you pray he doesn't have a heart attack where he stands. But to say you aren't starting to feel the same would be a lie, a huge one. 

With your backs turned, you let him lean back against you as he lifts his arms, no doubt scrubbing the semi-dried paint from his scalp and squeezing it out of his straight locks. And you can feel his muscles tense against you as he works away, so toned and firm but with soft skin stretched taut over each one. When you raise your leg and steady it against the wall to try to rub the stuff off, you can feel him pause just as you did, but this time it's because you've leaned over enough to press your ass into his. He'll get himself into trouble being so innocent like that, but you keep your mouth shut for his sake and scrub until all that remains against your skin has a light hue of blue, which you suppose you'll just have to wait awhile for it to completely go away. At least it's not as bad as your hero, who you can tell is struggling by the way he grunts and mutters a "Damn," under his breath as you're finishing up your other leg. 

"Need a hand?" 

He huffs a sigh, and turns his head to look over his shoulder at you--the streaks of blue running down between his eyes should be enough of a tell, and trying not to be too conspicuous about it, you shift yourselves so you're face to face, and eye to eye. It's like a silent competition, the eye contact intense but the threat of embarrassment for whoever looks down first even more so, but that's swiftly remedied by Tommy getting up closer so you're chest-to-chest. Which, of course, means your tits are now pressed up against him, but the goofy grin on his lips is too cute for you to be mad. 

"Don't get excited, Shadysider. I'll be able to tell." 

"Will you now?" 

There's that cheeky tone, as if all his shyness has evaporated with the steam rising up all around you. You try to smother the heat that stirs in your belly because of it by reaching up and ruffling his hair with both hands, flicking little blue-tinted specks of water all over both of you and each of the walls. Once you've had your little giggle session together you feel the stress ebb away, and it grows more comfortable as you wash the paint away and watch it stream down his body with the running water, highlighting all those features that make the girls go crazy and the other guys jealous. Before long he's nearly back to normal, his hair as clean as you can get without shampoo and his body washed clear of any blue residue, and you're almost disappointed that you're done when the water starts running clear.

Or, maybe not, based on the growing stiffness against your thigh that's beckoning for your attention. Your gaze drops and finds his once again, his grin having shifted to teasing laughter as he realizes it too. 

"Sorry, can't help it. You're just too pretty, sunshine." 

Stupid, stupid, stupid heart, pounding so hard in your chest you can't even think straight. And him sliding his arms around you to hold you tight to his chest isn't helping, at least the pattering of water against your bodies might mask how stuttered your breathing has become, even though nothing can hide how both of you keep stealing glances at each other's lips. 

"Can I kiss you?" 

At this point, he doesn't even need to ask. Shadyside, Sunnyvale, who gives a fuck--you can't say no to that sweet face, so innocent on one hand yet with such intensity and lasciviousness in his eyes. You're the one who closes the distance between you, your breath stolen away by how unexpectedly soft his lips are. He's warm, unsurprisingly, and somehow you can feel gooseflesh on the back of your neck that prickles the hairs there, and sends a shiver racing down your spine that has you arching your back into his embrace. 

And everything moves much faster after that. Tommy takes a step forwards and then another, and before you know it he's backed you up against the wall, hiking your leg up around his waist so there's nothing stopping you from each other. He makes his hands useful by feeling you up from the hips to your chest, and when he's got every inch committed to memory and you've hooked your other leg over his waist, he shifts you up once more so you won't fall and loops his arms under you to press his palms against the shower wall. And with nowhere better to put yours, you wrap them around his neck and lean into another kiss on the way, maybe just to make sure your moans are swallowed into his mouth when he finally starts to enter you. 

For a supposed virgin boy, he really does make your head go blank and your limbs melt into jelly as he feeds every inch of himself inside you. And with nowhere to rest your feet to take the pressure off, you push your tongue past his lips and let his have free admission, just to try and stifle those noises that might just turn into screams of pleasure if you can't stop them. He's so thick you can barely wrap your mind around it, and your body can barely fit it--but he waits for you to start gushing like there's no other option, his playful chuckle like a mumble from his mouth to yours as he starts thrusting. Your defense mechanism certainly isn't lasting, however, since he breaks the kiss just to press his forehead to yours and gasp for air as the shower's rain pours down his back. 

"What's my name, sunshine?" 

The answer's ripped from your throat by a particularly hard buck, his cock so stiff that when it hits you as deep as it can go, all the air you can manage is sucked into your lungs and blown out in a moan so loud it rings in the empty shower block. 

"Tommy! Tommy, Tommy!" 

He nudges your face aside to bury his own into your neck, tonguing your sensitive skin before he scrapes his teeth along it and jolts when you clench around him as a result. And when you finally start to relax into the rhythm and grind your hips down to meet his, he steals your breath away again by sucking down hard, and leaving what you know will be a damn sore bruise behind that you'll have to scramble to hide tomorrow. That is, if you can even get out of bed, because at the moment you can't even feel your legs even as they're shaking and trembling as they hang over his hips, your pussy stretched to fit him and filled so deep you feel like a virgin born anew. And with each rock of his hips you can feel that end coming closer, like you're hurtling towards it with no way to fend it off so you can enjoy it a while longer. When it finally comes with one good, hard thrust that has his wiry little hairs rubbing up against your clit, the blinding heat that bursts inside you spreads to every limb of your body and leaves nothing but shivers behind. It feels like your veins are copper wire blazed through with an electric shock, and burned behind them to leave nothing but an empty warmth. And if Tommy wasn't still buried inside you, you would say it was quite empty indeed--but then he's scrambling to lift you off his cock, and when he's leaned you back against the wall on unsteady feet, he coaxes himself to his own end with his hand all over your stomach. It's mesmerizing to watch him, face twisted in pleasure as he milks himself dry like he's marking you, and once he's collapsed into your tired body with his chest heaving, you wonder if this isn't the first time he's cum to the idea of you. 

For a while after that, it's quiet, save for the two of you breathing as you wait for it to go back to normal. After a few minutes of just holding you, he takes a step or two backwards and pulls you with him, standing you under the shower head so he can move you around and rinse you off like you did for him. Not just your belly covered in his cum, but the sweat and spit from your little romp too--he even spreads your legs apart and slips a finger inside you, making sure to lean away from the water spraying over you when he pulls it out, so he can slide it into his mouth and suck it clean with a goofy grin on his face. 

"So,"

He breathes, the air warm against your damp skin as he reaches around you to shut the water off. 

"You like the Shadysider experience?"

You press both palms to his chest to lean away as he laughs, diving in to pepper kisses to your face and your neck as you roll your eyes and kiss his forehead at the first chance. 

"You're such a dork." 

You can't even pretend to have any venom behind that. He's too earnest as he leans over to grab your robe, and only then seems to realize your newest predicament. His clothes are still covered in paint, and with how crusted and dry they are now, you doubt he would even be able to wrestle them apart from each other without ripping them. Unless he wants to streak across camp, you'll have to find another option. 

"Here,"

Instead of letting him hand it over, you push the robe back into his hands, much to his surprise. 

"Go back to my cabin, and grab me some clothes. I'll wait here." 

The realization seems to cross his face, and as swiftly as he can manage with something definitely not his size, he ties it loosely and takes your face into those big, gentle hands. 

"Be back soon, sunshine."  

To be pulled into a kiss like this, brief but sweet and with a twinge of passion, you can't equate it to anything else. You watch as Tommy slips on his shoes, hurries out the door and heads towards your cabin, no doubt doing so in a rush so that you don't get chilly waiting for him in the airy building.

And as you stand there, bracing yourself against the cool breeze that parts the sticky summer heat, you wonder when you fell in love. Maybe it's not really love, but it could certainly turn into that soon, if things keep up as they are. You just can't wipe the smile from your face as you wait for him, eager to see his toothy grin as he rushes back to see you again, and it's a feeling unlike anything you've experienced so far. Your time has been short but the years have felt long, constantly filled with your Sunnyvale brethren not only mocking the Shadysiders to hell and back, but hounding you for pitying them and showing them some modicum of kindness. 

At least, if nothing else, you can say that it's paid off. This moment is the happiest you've been in a long time, so much so that a tune makes its way to your lips and your humming echoes off the shower walls. Your mind wanders so contentedly that you don't even hear the creak of the door opening and closing, and only notice the presence when the sound of footsteps thudding towards you grabs your attention. They're quick at first but they slow as they get to you, and though a shiver runs through your body from nowhere, a soft whisper falls from your lips as a shadow casts itself across the floor in front of you.

"Tommy?"

[cebwrites]

“only one bed” trope (Kidd)

part one of suggestions i got from the lovely patron saint of dilfs herself @childofblackmaria 💕

gn reader but kidd uses “princess” in a mocking way once, poly (KilKidd x reader), slightly suggestive at times word count: 1k

He’s stubborn, he’ll fight you for it even if there’s more than enough room for the both of you to sleep comfortably without touching each other - of course he will, it’s his own bed; obviously it’s fit for a king, too

He’ll pick a fight over which side is comfiest and the two of you will end up bickering (while getting into that very same bed) for at least a small portion of your bedtime routine

Either the both of you end up “arguing” until you fall asleep, resting comfortably on the cushion of Kidd’s tit and occasionally murmur retorts to whatever nonsense he’s sleepily spouting, barely even conscious

Or Killer comes in wielding a frying pan like a weapon to tell you two to knock it off because the yelling’s keeping everyone else within earshot up - these two scenarios are regular occurrences, but Kidd’s crew doesn’t get the former NEARLY enough for the sake of their rest

If the two of you are away from the Punk for once and have to share one of those measly motel beds (because this was the only place on the island that would take Kidd and his band of infamous misfits and Killer warned you lot not to cause a scene this time), your captain isn’t exactly happy

They’re always just slightly too small for him to sleep right at his stature (your heart goes out to what Wire and Heat have to put up with) and there’s little space in those shitty rooms for him to unwind and work on his prosthetic comfortably

So safe to say, they always put Kidd in a bad mood; you’ve gotten used to this though - over the years that you’ve known each other you’ve learned to navigate through his mood swings, in no small part thanks to Killer’s help, and the two of you work in tandem to make sure Kidd doesn’t end up blowing a hole through the wall of the only shelter you’ve all seen in weeks The three you you cram into that tiny room together, taking in the sad state of things. Killer considers just biting the bullet and getting another room but you remind him that this would take them over budget and with Kidd already fuming by the window, you’d need all the help you could get. Plus - you, Kidd, and Killer a package deal, after all. Kidd haphazardly kicks off his boots an flops on the pathetic excuse they have to call a mattress for the night, weary from travel and bordering on hangry, nearly taking up the whole damn bed with his starfish position alone. He lifts his head to glare at the eyes on him, “What are you lookin’ at, princess? I called dibs on this cheap hunk a’ shit so I’ll be the only one sleeping here, got it.” You ignore Kidd’s goading, leaning in to press your forehead against Killer’s mask instead when he tells you that he’s going to make sure the others settle in okay and that he’ll make it up for leaving you to hold down the fort later. When you turn back to your captain, you could’ve sworn that the expression he wore was treading dangerously close to a pout. “Must be sore, huh? We’ve been walking for three days now.” “Oh fuck off, it’ll take a lot more than that to mess my shit.” “Of course, Cap’. I’m gonna at least shower though. Join me if you want, unless you’re too much of a ‘tough guy’ for basic hygiene, too.” You snark at him over your shoulder, paying no mind to Kidd’s warning growl as you towel up and head for the bathroom. The warm water is a godsend on your back, washing away half a week’s worth of grime and loosening the tension in your shoulders. Soon enough, your captain appears by the door, surly as ever. There isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he’d fit in the tub with you but he makes do with a stool from underneath the sink. You fawn and coo over him, washing out the dirt and god knows what else from his hair - Kidd doesn’t complain, much. He’s taking a much needed load off. Not until you dump a ladle of water over his head and it turns into and all out war. Killer arrives just in time to pull you out of the ‘deadly’ headlock Kidd traps you with - face fully buried in his tits, of course. It’s not long until Kil’s tosses his worn down jeans to join his lovers under the heavenly spray of warm water on his aches and sores either. There isn’t much space to move around, but you make do in the tub; Kidd leant back against it while you rest your head in the crook of his neck, hand absentmindedly grazing over his chest, Killer gently massaging away the dull throb in his stump despite all Kid’s posturing about being “too strong” to need rest on their way here. Fortunately, the bath (and pampering) was what your captain needed to pull the stick out of his ass. Kidd is still none too pleased when he looks at the place he’ll be resting his head tonight but only leaves it at a vague grumble this time, whacking it thoroughly with his towel to get rid of the anything he must’ve brought in when he laid down earlier. Killer takes a seat by the desk, you both dry different sections of the shaggy blonde fluff coming from his head, now surprisingly soft after at least a couple of hours in the shower. You can’t help but smile when Killer pulls you down to plant a kiss on your neck, the tickle of his goatee makes you laugh. Somehow, the three of you manage to jenga yourselves into a position that was at the very least bearable, that old motel bed somehow miraculously retaining it’s integrity under the weight of two larger than grown average men and one average adult pressed between them. It’s hardly anything to write home about, but as you drift off against Kidd’s arm for the night, both of Killer’s wrapped snugly around your midsection, you thank the stars that the crew was adamantly against the idea enough to deter Kidd from taking a previous path that would have lead all of you into the jungle instead.

[moonstarsongs]

oh god i don't even watch movies that often anymore now i gotta think of ones

i can do this (list in no particular order!)

spirited away

my neighbor totoro

spiderman: homecoming

pirates: band of misfits

jujutsu kaisen 0 (i would watch this again and again and again)

guardians of the galaxy

rise of the guardians

i absolutely love the studio ghibli movies and i'm gonna watch so much more

also honorable mention to 'cloudy with a chance of meatballs' and 'arrival' (about aliens) that one really messed with my brain (inception is next on my to watch list lol)

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Top 7 Comfort Films

Thanks for the tag @almost-born-in-1893 and @fandomsmeantheworldtome!

These are in no particular order:

1. Labyrinth

2. Les Choristes

3. The Girl Next Door

4. Bill

5. Rocketman

6. Big Hero 6

7. Goodnight Mr Tom

Honourable mention for Saltburn because it’s not necessarily a comfort film but I’m obsessed with it right now and the only thing I can think about is watching it over and over again!

I’ll tag @spineless-lobster @a-poetic-cosmos and anybody else who fancies it (absolutely no pressure!) ☺️