#queeze

[lycan-subscribe]

<- experiencing existential ennui

[skeletonzimms]

i personally am feeling it and i’m seeing a lot of other people feel like this episode made them like physically hurt/uncomfortable, and i really want to know how common it’s been.

please please elaborate in the tags on which option and how you feel !!

[exploring-in-space]

A friend last night told me that I look white passing and my brain almost stopped working. I even had to be like *wait what did you say?" Because, ma'am, I've never been mistaken as white once in my life

[katyspersonal]

Hahaha, this is accurate XD

@heraldofcrow @fantomette22 @val-of-the-north @jarognieva @bimbomcgee @lizteaart Please pass this queez too if you haven't yet, I want to know your results!!

Another quiz for if you were a fictional character how would your fandom treat you (if you think your life is too boring to have a fandom just think of yourself as living the domestic!au of some sci-fi or fantasy)

reblog with your results

[seyfinia]

DP x DC: Tim x Club Mate

As a struggling university student in Germany I thought about how it is cannon for Tim and Danny to be coffeebuddies. Sry for my Bad writing but just Imagine: Dani introduces "Club-Mate" to Danny when she came back from a trip to Europe. So he comes to Gotham and gets a Job at a coffeeshop:

Tim was in a rush this morning. They had finally managed to put Riddler back in his Arkham-cell at 5am and when his three days of sleeplessness seemed to finally catch up to hin, an emergency meeting at WE was called in. Almost tripping on his way to get some dead-wish coffee from his favorite shop he comes to a halt infront of a closed door. With a little note displaying the Downing words: we are on vacation.

Frustrated and in desperate need of the black lifejuice he spots another coffeeshop only a few Houses down the street. It looked kinda shabby but beggers can't be picky.

A jingle of a little bell rang out when he entered the small room. Letting His ganze sweep over the few tables that were queezed into the space infront of the counter. It looked comfortable with big chairs and a lot of different stiled furniture. It all somehow fitted together. He had to show this place to Cass, she would love it here.

Looking to the counter, a boy his age, with black Hair and (was that blue?) sparkling eyes grinned back at him. Adoption bait! Bruce can't see him, it would be over! "What can I get you, beautiful?" This got him back to reality. His cheeks flushed pink. "What would you recommend? What's the strongest you got?" The Boys smirk got even wider: "You want it to last or just a big energy-push for now?"

Oooooooh this gets interesting. Normally he would ope for something strong for the moment but this has to last for an entire meeting. His interest was peeked: "the first, please"

Instead of the obvious way to the coffeemaschine, the counterboy turned around smoothly (wow how) went to a refrigirator and got out a bottle of what looked like applejuice. Huh?

Confused he looked at the bottle and back to his new official crush. "If you don't mind the taste, its got enough coffeine to get you through at least a couple of hours." "Oh, my tastebuds are dead anyway, thanks." With the same flashing smile as before, the boy gave him the bottle. He was almost out of the door when a "by the way, next time you are here ask if a 'Danny' is here, that's me!" reached him. With a smile he closed the door.

Opening the bottle, a strange smell came out. With a mental 'fuck it' he downed 1/3 immedietly. Ooooooh. With a quiet "I think I'm in Love" he made his way to WE.

[holyparadisenightmare]

Hi big daddy, its me. Your yummy mummy.

Please come home soon. I need some help carrying this great big belly. Do you want me to tell you about it? I feel so big and heavy. When i'm on all fours, its so hard not letting my belly touch the floor. My great big tits too. They're so full all the time. I need a big, hungry man to come help me. Sometimes I'll bearly queeze them and they'll shoot milk across the room. I'm so lucky.

But you know what I'm really excited about? Getting even bigger

[cinhomi]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Han Jisung x fem reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hard dom Jisung, angry sex (oopsie), unprotected sex (boo), slapping/spanking, a bit of manhandling??

a little something to excuse myself for the long wait. wrote it on the bus on my way home, might include some of these lines on my rockstar Ji fic

thinking about Jisung and his long wavy brown hair dripping with his sweat while he pounds into you. his necklace shining under the dim light of the lamp on the nightstand, cross pendant swinging back and forth in the air colliding with his chest, you being hypnotized by it.

his lips are parted, voice usually silvery being now low and rough as he throws his head back, hair sticking to his forehead. he's been fucking you for hours and he doesn't seem to get tired. his grip on you is bruising, you're all sticky and dirty and honestly kind of mentally gone because of the past three orgasms. thinking about how his hard, pretty cock leaks inside you and it fills, it just fills all of you and you're so in love with the feeling that when he pulls out to edge himself you can't help but whine and plea him to just put it in again and sputter incoherent praises and declarations of love.

"shut the fuck up."

thinking about Jisung sliding his sensitive red tip between your puffy cunt after all his slapping and sucking, your slick making him slip left and right while he winches at the friction. your hands are now trying to grasp his snatched waist, broad muscular shoulders too far from your desperate hold. he cups your breasts and queezes them, smooth skin overflowing between his fingers that makes his eyes roll upwards. he goes all the way in once again in only one motion taking your breath away, slight stinging sensation deep inside you where he hits you faster, faster, faster. he fucks into you like he does with his fleshlight, holding you up by your hips and maneuvring you to his liking, making you meet his thrusts.

"am I fucking cute now? huh?" he asks you between sharp thrusts, a veiny hand that was previously on his guitar now pinching your clit harshly, "wanna squish my cheeks? wanna boop my nose and tell me 'm good? fucking tell me then." his condescending tone making you flustered, heat spreading on your face and limbs trembling because of shame. you shouldn't have said those things to tease him, but you really didn't know he could be something other than adorable during sex.

thinking about how he slaps the side of your thigh before circling your sensitive bundle of nerves again, waiting for you to follow his request... or maybe his order. you clench hard around him.

"s-so good Ji, feels good!" and he smirks, but he doesn't seem satisfied yet. another spank is set a bit lower, near your asscheek.

"'m sorry! sorry for saying that! you're hot and sexy and- oh god, please!!" you start tearing up as you feel him pull out again, his balls now resting on your wet core as his lenght stands up against him. he's panting, air feeling harsh inside his lungs but oh if it's worth it. thinking about how he cages your legs between his muscular arms to not let you move as he rubs himself on you, laughing at how you start crying because of the emptiness, because you were close, because he's being mean.

"next time think twice before running that little mouth of yours baby..." he slowly positions himself again looking into your eyes, an expression you've never seen on him before, "you don't know what I can do to you in bed. got it?"

and you don't know how, but he bottoms out slamming into you, and your fourth orgasm happens along with his. explosively, walls clamping down on him as your shiny release gushes all over him, a bit on his abdomen, a bit running down both your thighs, his hot cum flowing out of you as he throws you back down on the abused matress.

"don't underestimate me ever again." he's hoarse, still a bit mad, but he leans down to kiss your lips softly and caress your cheek before leaving one last hit on your right tit, enamoured with the way it bounces lightly.

[frostbitebakery]

Loud.

part one two three four five

“Why are you buttering me up, Master?” Obi-Wan signs, taking another careful sip of the cookie shake.

Master Tholme unfolds his hands on the table, cane resting against his leg. “Because I understand that you might not want to participate in this mission,” he signs back. It must be one of those days where he doesn’t want to talk. Obi-Wan understands and lets the silence engulf them. “But the Council and I feel that this is where you need to be.”

.

“Master,” Obi-Wan signs and bows.

“Hello, Obi-Wan.”

It’s not the first time he’s seen Qui-Gon again after Melidaan’s parting gift almost killed him. Of course they’ve seen each other. Qui-Gon had been there for him while he recovered, had hovered over Master Tholme’s shoulder like a shadow.

“A particularly annoying shadow,” Master Tholme had commented drily back then. “Which is funny, considering.“

Obi-Wan opens his arms and Qui-Gon’s tall frame closes around him. Maybe a queezing too tight but… but that doesn’t matter. “How are you,” he taps on a broad shoulder.

He’s abruptly let go. Not pushed back, thankfully.

“I am well, thank you.” Qui-Gon falls silent.

Obi-Wan has forced himself to stop trying to make the awkwardness between them less uncomfortable by the time he turned sixteen and Master Tholme sat him down to explain why he should let Qui-Gon come to grips with everything that has happened between them on his own until Qui-Gon reaches out to him.

“How are you?” And the caring and heartbreak lingering in Qui-Gon’s eyes is too much.

“I feel prepared to accompany you on this mission.”

It had been Qui-Gon who had taught him sign language in different iterations useful across the galaxy, before and later. Tholme has taught him tap code, after.

“Then let’s not waste any time,” Qui-Gon says, eyes on his long padawan braid.

.

Meeting Anakin feels… weird in the Force.

“So you don’t talk? Ever?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, amusement crinkling his eyes.

“You don’t want to or you can’t?” the boy asks before his eyes widen. “Both are fine!”

“Cannot,” he signs carefully, settling on an Outer Rim dialect.

“Oh, ok!”

It’s the beginning of a never ending nightmare. Tatooine. Naboo. The desperate attempts to stop a war from happening.

He keeps to the background, inconspicuous and invisible.

Which is the only reason he ends up in the plasma refinery complex.

.

“It’ll be alright, little one,” Qui-Gon murmurs, gentle fingers wiping tears away before they reach the mask. “Just squeeze my hand.”

“Master,” he taps, hiccups threatening to disrupt something in his throat.

“Take care of the boy.”

.

So he does.

He brings Anakin back to the Temple, watches over his nightmares in silence.

He kneels as Master Tholme cuts his braid.

He explains to the Council what he thinks.

Anakin is bright. Smart and a beacon in the Force. He’s older than usual, granted. But his connection to the Force is palpably vast and potentially dangerous if he isn’t trained to handle that connection. He’s safer in the Temple where they can watch over him and teach him.

The Council agrees.

.

He introduces Anakin to Depa.

Her dry wit has the boy relaxing. Her no-nonsense attitude is a guiding light, a steady framework he can lean on and count on.

Depa delights in showing him the Temple, the opportunities to learn and try out new experiences.

.

Shadow work piles up and suddenly Obi-Wan is running around the galaxy trying to put out fires.

When he’s slumped in the back door of an abandoned factory in the shady part of an Outer Rim planet, struggling to breathe and feeling like he’s dying, lightsaber in a death grip, he makes the decision to return to the Temple. The mask has to change or he will die because he is out of breath. Unacceptable.

The technicians look at him chagrined and apologetic, explain that this is all they can do at the moment, maybe he can take it a bit easier?

“No, you need to adjust the valves on—“ a small voice peeps up from behind his shoulder.

Obi-Wan has been aware Anakin is clinging to his back like a monkey bear. He’s ignored the looks he’s gotten on the way to the tech complex.

“Have at it, then,” he signs.

Anakin looks at him like he’s personally chosen every star in the galaxy as he hands over the mask.

.

“An order.”

“A strong suggestion,” Mace corrects.

“Call it what it is,” Obi-Wan signs, cutting through the air with his hands he’s so furious. “Chancellor Palpatine has no business wanting to spend time with Anakin.”

Mace sighs, leans back in the chair. “I’m aware, Obi-Wan.” He taps his fingers against the armrest but he’s releasing energy, focusing his thoughts, not code. “How are you feeling?”

The renewed esophagus has him out of the mission count for a bit yet, he’s slowly weaned off the artificial nutrition. Overall, he’s starting to feel a bit restless.

“Perhaps you want to enjoy Coruscant’s scenery while you’re here?” Mace asks, a twinkle in his eye. “Though I beg you to not get into trouble,” he adds with a frown. “Too much trouble, I mean. I forgot for a second who I was talking to.”

Spying on the Chancellor is not on Bant’s list of approved activities but what she doesn’t know…

Obi-Wan touches his chin and brings his hand forward.

.

“So you can either sign in the dark or write tap code with these gloves. You can adjust the brightness and still sneak around.”

“Thank you, Ani.” It’s one of the best gifts he’s ever had the honor of receiving. It solves a lot of problems on missions. He hugs the boy close and feels swept up in the thoughtfulness. “I don’t sneak.”

“You totally do and it’s so wizard!”

.

“You were supposed to be my Master!”

[letmerideitchris]

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓇ℴℴ𝓉𝓈 ℴ𝒻 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ ⚘ part 2

part 1

The familiar feeling of walking through the empty school hallways overcame y/n, but this time she felt different. A good different, a self-assured different. Her stride through the hallways had become more confident and powerful.

Her hand grips her locker door and swiftly opens it, only to see the book. The book she lent him yesterday, there's no way he could’ve read it that quickly, what if he didn’t even want the book, what if he took it because he felt bad?

A sudden wave of sadness spread across her face; she sees his bookmark still in the book. The end of the book.  Maybe he did read it? Is he smarter than I think? She opens to his bookmark, a blue background with a lacrosse stick on it with a cute little tassle coming out the top. She picks up the bookmark, only to reveal a note behind it. “123-4567, text me when u get this, meet at big tree off west wing at lunch”. She had never whipped out her phone from her pocket quicker than in that moment. y/n types in the number and immediately texts him ‘hi, is this matt?’. y/n doesn't remember when she was last this fulfilled.

She places her phone on top of her books and makes her way to History 30 minutes earlier like she usually does. She walks into the room faster then usual not expecting anyone else to be in there, but there he was. Studying? As he notices you enter he swiftly shuts his books and locks eyes with you. “oh hi I was just finishing up my homew- work, yeah work” he says with a slight smile. “you actually do your homework?” she says smirking “uh no uh this is just umm a play that I'm looking at for lacrosse, nothing academic.” he puts his head down” “yeah I'm not falling for that” she says smiling as she pulls up a chair next to his own. “I feel like you are smarter then you think, and-” she looks at the books and papers on his desk ‘British settlement’ ‘advanced math's’ ‘geography extras’ “if I'm reading correctly this isn't lacrosse matt” a smile spreads across her face “fine, but don’t tell anyone okay I don’t need anyone to know I'm doing homework in my spare time” matt says looking up at y/n with embarrassment. “Your secrets safe with me” “I know it is” they both locking eyes but then suddenly the lights turn on and the classroom begins to fill with students. Y/n breaks the contact and shuffles her seat back to her desk so history can begin.

*Lunch time*

y/n feels a tap on her shoulder, she turns around to see matt standing behind her “hi y/n sorry for the fright, you just never got back to me about meeting me at the tree” he says adjusting his bag on back. “Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, yeah I would love to, should we just go now?” y/n just shot her shot hoping she wouldn’t be rejected. “Yeah, that sounds cool uhh let’s go!” matt says happily. She waves bye to Taylor who was giving her a smirk and walks off with matt.

Whilst they’re walking through the hallways, the sound of whispering engulfs her and her happiness is now replaced with emptiness. Then people start pointing. You overhear someone saying “no way Matt is hanging out with that nerdy freak” they start laughing. Matt can see Y/n is feeling uncomfortable, so he quickly grabs her hand and walks faster down the hall.

They are approaching the tree and they both sit down, “don’t let people get to you, it's not worth it, and if you ask me i think you’re great” he smiles, and y/n smiles too. Minutes turn into hours of talking and exchanging laughter at funny and embarrassing stories, Y/n is really enjoying matts company.

They interlock eyes, y/n had never seen more beautiful blue eyes than his, his eyes could tell a story like no other. y/n stomach is queezing, like butterflies are flying around in her stomach. Matt shuffles closer to y/n and leans in, y/n leans in too. The moment y/n never thought would come has happened, his lips are as soft as velvet. She feels like there are fireworks happening behind her. Matt gently places his hand on the small of her back and pulls her closer, he suddenly pulls back. The moment you've been waiting for has suddenly come to an end, well that's what y/n thought. He takes off your glasses and places them on the seat next to her, they’re both smiling as they lean back in for round 2. i need to tell Taylor! What if I am doing this wrong? Maybe he doesn’t actually want to do this, he just felt forced? She pulls back from him as negative thoughts flood her mind. “Matt I've got to go, I'm uhh meeting up with uhm my science tutor in... a couple minutes.” y/n says gathering all her stuff together rapidly. “I'll text you after” she says with a shaky voice. Matt is sitting there wondering what has happened as it all escalated very quickly. “a girl has never ran away from me after a kiss so quickly” matt murmurs to himself.

He is getting up full of shock and guilt throwing his bag over his shoulder, when he realizes that y/n had left her glasses behind on the bench. He picks them up very delicately and smiles to himself thinking about how he had finally made a move on a girl he actually has feelings for, a girl who respects him and his boundaries and isn't using him for hook ups, a girl who he feels seen by. He grips onto the glasses a bit harder and places them in a soft, velvet cloth he carries in his backpack and folds it up.

It soon became clear that Matt is in love.

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credits to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers

[edensxgarden]

How about taking care of Lando to comfort him after the crash? Like just letting him rest back while you pleasure him? Massaging and kissing over his body, saying how much you love him before blowing / cockwarming him? Just giving him as much pleasure as possible after what happened? I'd love this so much. I love your writing! <3

awww thank you so much my love <33

poor sweet little lando deserves everything after that scary crash! And you are happy to give it to him.

His frail body is on the bed, still trembling a bit with the pure shock and impact of the crash and you take it apon yourself to calm him down!

You press sweet kisses all over his body; his face, his arms, his abs. You pick up his wrist to inspect if there was any bruising and make a bracelet of sweet glossy marks around it.

You ask him if he wants your mouth or your cunt and greedy baby asks in the sweetest, shyest tone if he can have both and you tell him he can have anything he wants <3

you crawl down to the bottom of the bed and pull his boxers down and gently rake your fingernails over his muscley thighs and mark up his vline with lipstick stains.

You hold his needy cock in your soft hands like it's the most fragile glass treasure as you bring it to your mouth swiping the weepy slit with your tongue.

Lando just can't hold back his sweet needy moans and he wraps his big hands in your hair to ground himself because god it feels like he just ascended to heaven <3

You take him into your hot wet mouth and Lando nearly loses his mind and he just can't help it when his hips buck into your mouth because as good as it feels he needs more.

Lando taps your cheek with two of his fat fingers causing you to pull off his cock with a pop and even though Lando told you to get off, he cant silence his desperate whine when you actually do :(

Lando pulls you back up the bed to him and pulls you to him, holding you flush against his chest and you catch his raw, bitten lips in a passionate kiss.

Lando slides his sensitive cock into your cunt and it takes everything in him not to cum immediately at the feeling of your tight walls queezing his dick :(

But he fucks his fat cock into you and you play with your puffy clit and Lando tries his hardest to hold back the cum desperate to be realessed from his heavy, achey balls until he can make his pretty girl fal apart on his cock </3

And the second you finally do, he's cumming milky white ropes of cum deep inside you and he's whimpering and moaning and just making the most needy noises and hes shaking and trembling and you don't think he's ever came this hard <3

And within moments of coming down from his high, he's fast asleep, still holding you tightly against him. He's twitching inside of you in his sleep and you decide to just let him rest snuggly inside your cunt until the morning <3

[spicygambles]

EX-QUEEZE ME??? MISTER IMPULSESV???

edit: just in case this wasn't clear, I didn't edit this in any way. The pink filter? the music? was all Impulsesv himself.

[elliespuns]

Joel, my love...

...let me sit on that lap (don't forget to queeze my hips)

[elsa-fogen]

At first i was going to reblog this from @justashadowlooker

but then it got too long and off-topic, i started retelling and quoting my own 10 years old fanfic, so i'm making it it's own post jjdsfjkdfgh

Too long don't read, was a Bloom fan, killed her hundreds of times, than became Icy fan, killed her few times as well, still a huge fan, wanna revive some of my old ideas

When i had just started watching winx, Bloom was my fav AAHAHHAH (it was 2008-2009 year i think). Buuut... being my fav means that you gonna SUFFER. It was always the case, even when i was little. But young me didn't know better than to just kill of a character. And Bloom died SO many times in my early fanfics and arts. I still remember one fic, it was also the first ever fic i posted on the internet, and it was horrible. I typed really slow at that time and i was looking at like 10 A4 pages of handwritten fanfic and was like... weeeell i don't need this part with description of the boat... i don't need this part about wind flowing in her hair or smth... i don't need spaces after dots and commas either. These were real thoughts of 9 year old me lmao.

the fic was about Bloom and Sky going for a boat trip date, but there was also some bitch that fell for Sky and her best decision was to throw Bloom away from the boat. As a result she was sucked into the screw of the motor or whatever this thing called. Sky dived after her and brought her back on the boat, but she died due to the blood loss.

In my handwritten version it was really long and tears queezing scene, but i was too lazy to type it all, so it basically was shortened to 1 (one) sentence: Bloom didn't make it to the port.

i also had a picture attached, it was i think a cover of some of the comics where Sky holds Bloom on his arms and they're stepping out of the water, but i photishoped it and added many wounds and BLOOD BLOOD EVERYWHERE!!!

I also remember photoshopping screenshots from the first winx movie, adding bloody wounds on Bloom and tears and trying to make her face sad lol. And also i remember, i didn't have access to the computer all the time in my childhood, and there was a weird time... when i'd got a chance to be on the computer, i would made a specific search in google, to find that one art with Bloom, being fucking stabbed, lying on the ground and crying, and touching the golden heart-shaped locket with the name Sky on it, and you could see that it was Sky's sword that stabbed her, and he was walking away in the distance. I could stare at that art for hours, imagining how it happened. I also remeber how the art suddenly stopped showing up at the search and i had only tiny squeezed jpg version of it, and i thought that google banned this art for being so violent lmao

Btw i found that art, it's by Chibiusa-Moon, here it is, and i remember it diffferently, i thought Bloom had enchantix on her lmao

BUT THEN SOMETHING CHANGED. I DON'T KNOW WHEN. I DON'T KNOW WHY. BUT ICY CAME AND DESTROYED MY LOVE FOR BLOOM, AND TOOK HER PLACE.

I suspect that it happened after i saw ep1 of season 3, because HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WOMAN IN THAT EPISODE?! SHE WAS ✨✨S L A Y I G✨✨ DAMN!!! She freed herself looking fab as fuck (i've only seen her battle uniform at that point, and her casual outfit shocked me, i was like HOLY SHIT?? DIFFERENT COLTHES?) (and it's if you forgen the HOLY SHIT, TRIX IN THE FIRST EPISODE OF THE SEASON?!!!), sayed the edgiest thing in the world, then freed her sisters, skated away from the giant snake ON HER DAMN HEELS AS A QUEEN!!!!! I think this was the moment when i fell for her. Maybe i'm wrong and it happened earlier, but this is all i can remeber.

Well, i also remember when my mom got me my first winx magazine and i was really disappointed that there were no Trix in the comic AHHASJGDAJS it was comic about bloom and diaspro going to the land of the dragons.

And, funny enough, i think i didn't kill Icy in my fics (mostly)

wait fuck. i remembered one (that was actually properly published and finished), let me just refresh my memory real quick- (gonna cringe soo hard ahaha)

oh shit i also remembered some stuff. In my later fanfics i was tending to make Bloom real psychopath, who decided to straight up destroy all the witches and all the dark magic. Hey. Hey. I bet 13 year old me wouldn't mind if i borrowed this idea fom her...

EHM ANYWAY, BACK TO THAT ONE FINISHED FIC!

It's so cringy written, but it's got the spirit HASHDHA. The trix summon some another army of darkness that was created to destroy fairies (hey), but at some point they lose control of it and the army turns against them. They have no ther choice but to seek help from the winx. winx of course don't want to help since their army attacked alfea... but the trix didn't give this order.

by the way tehre's one dialogue that i think is actually good and i think is in character

"But how do we know that it isn't one of your tricks?" - asked Tecna. - "Probability of this equals 85,9%!" Everyone froze. Nobody had this idea before. Then Icy shook her head. "No, it's not." "How do we know?" Stella said suspiciously. "If we wanted to trick you, we'd choose less humiliating way" Icy replied coldly.

in the end witches and fairies teeaming up, and going on an adventure to stop this army with some artifacts. Significant part of the way they had to make on their own without magic, and during that winx and trix are actualy growing to like each other. OH THERES ALSO A FUNNY THING LOL

But as a night roommate she [Icy] turned out to be very restless. She was moving all the time and mumbling something. And then at some point she screamed: "Damn fairies, i wish you all dead!" Bloom jumped on her place and still half sleeping replied: "Shut up, witch, or you're done for!" and fell back asleep. All in all, it was hell of a night.

i still think this is funny af-- damn these dialogues are only getting better. Next day they getting closer to their destination.

Suddenly they heard Stormy's voice: "Wait! there's some sign! Icy, can you read this?" "Why her?" Stella asked offended. "We all here can read!" "Except for you," Darcy noted gloomily and everyone laughed. "Ha, well, if you're so smart, come here and read!" Icy said with the sweetest voice. "And next time we'll ask you." Stella understood that she was cornered. To save the rest of her dignity, she came closer and started staring at the sign. "I-I cant for some reason, this handwriting is awful!" with dispair sloar fairy realised that she doesn't understand these letters. "And this cold is driving me nuts! Give me cup of hot coffee and warm blanket!"

then Icy teaches Bloom how to skate. And then Aisha (Leyla) dies by falling into some bottomless pit- After that they make it to their destination, but the army was waiting for them there

another dialogue

"Let's go!" Icy said decisively. "No, wait! I'll go alone. If they catch me, you all get out of here as fast as you can" [...] "No!" Bloom said. "I'll go with you!" "Fine. But they'll kill you immediately" "And you?" "And I will be tortured" Icy smiled.

I can't with this lol, Icy smiling at the thought of torture as a true psycho she is.

Icy touched the wall, making sure it's quite hard. "Well? What's next?" "You're the brain of the operation, you tell me!" redhead replied, crushing piece of the rock in her hand

i just like this interaction here.

"Winx Believix!" Winx screamed. And Trix didn't scream anything, Icy just snapped her fingers and all three were already in their witch uniforms.

yeah classic.

the fight begins, Icy is trying to understand what to do with the artifacts, Musa dies, then they teleport to some other planet where they can perform the ritual to destroy the whole army at once. They're reading the spell, but something is missing, and the army attacks them here too. This time Bloom is left to figure out what were they missing, and some drops of her blood fell on the artifact and that was the last piece of the spell. The army is destroyed, but Icy was seriously injuried when covering Bloom from attack from behind. Now they're flying back to Magix

FUCK-- guys i'm sorry. More dialogues on the way.

"Why are you here?" she [Icy] asked, opening her eyes. "Doesn't want to miss your death!" Stella screamed, she overheard the talk. "Shut up!" I [Darcy] replied. "Or I'll hit you!" "Oh-oh, I'm so scared!" "Discussed my funeral already?" Icy asked, surprisingly, without sarcasm. "Come on, don't listen to that fairy! She has only fashion and straw in her head." Icy smiled weakly. "Magix!" Bloom screamed looking out the window. Fairies came closer to the glass. "Where?!" Icy got worried. Golden-green disc of the planet surrounded by thick ring of asteroids was hanging in the center of the window. Icy could see it without moving. "And here my dream came true. I got Magix!" she lifted her arm and closed her fingers around the planet. "Didn't think that the view from the space is so beautiful..."

DSHGJADFKAJHSFDJG what have i done. This line about her dream coming true HITS HARD. Fuck, 13 y.o. me knew which buttons she should push.

Icy dies. Darcy and Stormy were forgiven because they helped to stop the army and for Icy's "sacrifice" and everyone very conveniently forget that they started the recent war. The end.

Damn that was a ride.

um, so where were we?... right i was saying that Icy became my new hyperfixation instead of Bloom...

And i had the whole trilogy planned, in the first one she'd escape from some prison and attempt another plan to counquer Magix, but fail, in the next book she'd be KILLED by Bloom but came back to life by making a deal with someafterlife owner (HA) and the last one where she actually succeeds... this one i din't think through at ALL.

I kinda wanna revive that plot fron the second "book" tbh, i still remeber it really well.

In a comic.

(i'd make it a crossover with Hazbin but it won't work unfortunately)

okay i don't know where and how to end this post so i'm ending it here, have a nice day thanks for reading i hope that at least someone made it to the end.

[figutii]

capo! jason todd. inspired by the g0dfather.

introduction.

exile is what could describe the situation best. in reality, no one knows - he's a dead man after all. that's what the slow waves of the turkish riviera remind him of again - of the fact that nobody misses him here nor anywhere.

"here, here," a thick accent appears behind the squealing seat. jason is quick, too quick when he turns his head to the fragile frame of a tanned man. gentle orbs dissapear behind heavy lids as he points at the red liquid in his hands - black tea or çay as the locals call it.

two cubes of sugar sit at the bottom of the saucer. "thanks..," he mumbles, not even considering to imitate a few phrases in their native tongue. for that, he has lived too long in a city like gotham. damn it, there he goes again.

a layer of steam covers the glass, little clouds ascending. it's a huge cultural shift but anyone here needs cooling - something he has to get used to for the meantime. he takes notes of the hot beverage for future missions in warmer surroundings.

ashes tickle down the lace tablecloth. the man across him exhales a few times, mustache yellowish from where the cigarette comes in contact. white collars and a thin sweater vest - probably knitted by the grandmas who've been giving him weird stares from their balconies and terraces as if he can't see them.

"brother," is what they have been calling him in turkish since hours and he honestly can't express how lowkey irritating it is. he collects himself and releases the pressure from his fist.

mustache tells him that his demands have been met without disturbances. good, he tells himself. went much smoother than he thought. normally, he would smash his way through his destination, but things outside of back there work different.

high demand for extortion money by the mafia and neglectance of villagers tell him otherwise. yet, he can't allow himself to be an eyesore in new territory too early on. the warm beret grinding against his hair shouldn't be in vain.

"… wanna drink?" the blonde man next to him wiggles around after mustache hits him on the neck. as much as he tries, he can't make out any of his words. by the looks of mustache's index finger, he definetely isn't conviced by the guy's drinking habit.

he apologizes. jason doesn't mind. they have finished today's task and that's all that matters to him. the blonde has been knocked out, hair swimming in the sheer white subtance when both of the men stand up without further words.

suddenly the café's owner appears in front of them, a little upset. jason is slightly taken back. is it the money? have they caused havoc? mustache approaches the little man. "he wants us to stay longer. mister çiçek doesn't want you to go yet," after some wild gestures made by the tanned owner, jason slowly understands his burden.

he doesn't let his guests go before a piece of baklava.

again, jason would have loved to return to his own room and search for comfort in his perusal. a piece of anatolian literature, a new space for him to explore. the book of my grandfather korkut. the view of the dusty oak bookshelf that was once covered by an embroidered piece of cloth somehow excites him more than it should. he remembers the roses and milk thistles with leaves on the rope.

when the crushed pistachio pieces on top of the golden brown pastry appear, mustache in the meantime drags the drunkard by his shoulders. both share a knowing look. the aroma of sugar penetrates his senses. he watches and watches. is he supposed pick it up with his fingers? he holds a little fork in his massive hands. he swallows. he can't bring himself to eat it.

so, he drops the fork.

fuck, he breathes out. he can't get a grip on what it is exactly. his eyelids queeze shut.

and before jason knows, he is already beneath the branches of almond trees, gone from the little white houses of clay. slowly, the earthy mist and dancing halms make him come down from the overwhelming weight.

damn you bruce.

it's the treat that alfred had served him on a polished fruit plate. souvenir from bruce wayne's business trip.

jason clenches his eyes shut.

make it go away. make it go away.

minutes pass until he is met with olive trees and the blue ocean again.

and you.

a monotone countanance staring right back at him. despite the modest distance, he couldn't spot judgement. jason though perceived it as intrusion, like those old women pushing their white curtains to the side whenever he walked down the road. would anyone grand him some privacy perhaps?

right then was the perfect time to let his frustration out and scream and shout but for some reason it wouldn't come out.

instead, he was too busy with the question of why in hell another villager was eyeing him, at his most vulnerable at that. it's when he observes how you move some hair strands out of your face, blinking when another set of breeze follows from the shore's side and washes particles against your legs. he lets his gaze slide further and takes the sundress in, how modest yet flattering it fits your body.

it the day when he realizes that your gaze has never been intruding to him.

✧　hi, my acc is new and i'm craving contact with this fandom hshs. my request box is open, so if you like the intro pls give me your opinions & requests! this will be similar to the mich. corleone's role. comments and reblogs are appreciated, they help us writers a lot. · .’★

[hell-note]

WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE IM DIVORCING YOU

God the water smells like corpse. Wonder if kitty’s soaked yet :3

[stripetkattelalala54-gf]

For the drabble “You’re safe now.” with Mario and Luigi.

“You’re safe now.”

Mario & Luigi

TW: Implied torture

Mario had no idea how long he’s already been here. It could’ve been days, weeks, months or even years. Every feeling of time had been blown out the window. Day for day it went the same: The people who kept him imprisoned would get him out of his cell and put him in another room, tied to a chair. They would ask him questions, questions about the Mushroom Kingdom and its weaknesses.

Mario would refuse to answer. They wouldn’t like his silence and they would hurt him. Each time they would find new ways to hurt him and each time it got worse. Still, he refused to answer their questions. He would do anything to protect the people of the Mushroom Kingdom, his friends and family, and if he died by doing so, then so be it.

He was tired. He was so so tired. He also probably had developed a fever as he felt like his body was burning from the inside out. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so bad. He tossed and turned but finally after what felt like an eternity he managed to fall into a light doze.

A loud bang awoke him. Then screams. Mario had no idea what was happening, everything felt so fuzzy. Suddenly his door was opened.

“Mario!”, an all too familiar voice called. He blinked and then there were hands holding his face ever so gentle. His vision was blurry, but he could make out Luigi just fine.

“You’re safe now”, he muttered pulling their foreheads together, “We’re here, you’re gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here. Oh gosh what did they do to you?”

Mario could hear the tears in Luigi’s voice, and he wanted nothing more than to hug his brother and comfort him, but he didn’t have the strength to do any of it.

A loud bang.

“Uh don’t wanna interrupt your brotherly moment or whatever but it seems those weirdos are back. We gotta get outta here.” An also very familiar voice said. Bowser? Why was Bowser here?

“Shit”, he heard Luigi curse. “Can you take him? It’s the fastest way to get out of here.”

“Uh sure.” Even though Bowser tried to be gentle, or at least Mario thought he was trying to be, it still hurt a lot when he was lifted in the air, and he couldn’t stop a whimper of pain from escaping him. Luigi was at his side in an instant.

He took his hand into his and gave it a soft queeze.

“We’ll be home soon. Just hold on until then.”

I am so sorry anon for taking so long. I had lost my movitvation for a while but it is finally back at least a little bit.