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whiskeyghoul · 7 months ago

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Pt.4 || She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid x Goth!reader]

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A/N: We are back again with another part! This one is a first, real, date with Spencer. I know the timeline of the museum doesn’t check out but let’s pretend it does. I think museum dates are the cutest and would love a Spencer who can info dump while walking around a museum. Also please enjoy this setup to some more conflict hehe. Please reblog when you do enjoy to help spread the fic, it is greatly appreciated.

WC: 2,8K

Tags: Fluff, goth reader, alt reader, pure fluff, first date, museum date, spencer reid, two idiots in love.

Warnings: None.

Your pov

“Do you want to go to a museum with me this weekend?” Spencer asked while he sat in the desk chair in your lab. You looked up from the stereo microscope, a little surprised by the question. Spencer had been taking his breaks there the entirety of the week, keeping you company as you worked or having lunch together. He’d brought you coffee about 3 out of the 4 times he had joined you. A very welcome gift during the long shifts you worked. You would have lunch together sometimes too. Eating, talking, getting to know each other a little better.

“What museum?” You asked with a smile, it would be a real date, outside of the confines of Quantico. “The national museum of natural history has opened a new hall about ocean life and conservation… I was hoping to go see it this weekend. If you want to come along.” He was looking hopeful, although a little nervous. Like he had been wanting to ask this for a while and had a certain fear of your answer. As if you could say no to him.

“Yeah, I’d love that.” You answered, watching as Spencer’s lips curved up into a smile. The focus on his lips jolted you back to the memory of a few days ago. When he had crowded you, looking like he was going to kiss you. Something in his expression changed to a certain level of possession. So close you couldn’t look away from him. The way his fingertips had brushed your skin so gently, it had been on your mind for the entire rest of the day. A little disappointed he hadn’t tried again. Then again there hadn’t been a similar moment. “Great, should I pick you up?” Spencer’s voice shook you out of your thoughts. He seemed excited now, you could see him biting the inside of his lip, keeping from fully grinning. “If you wouldn’t mind that. I could send you my address.” You spoke and he nodded his head in return, “I don’t mind at all.” He spoke a little softer than before. You smiled in turn and went back to your work.

It was Saturday morning when Spencer picked you up from your apartment. You had thought about changing your outfit about 6 times but finally decided it wasn’t worth it to change that many times. You had put on one of your better dresses, just a casual black with a nice flowy thigh length skirt with layers of black, ripped tights. Creating some flair with a multitude of accessories. Because it could be a long day you decided comfort was necessary. When you opened the door you saw his bright smile, watching as his eyes scanned down to take in the outfit. “Hey.” His voice was a little breathy. “Hey.” You returned with a smile. “My uh-” He swallowed looking a little nervous which was adorable to you. “My car is out front. Want to go?” He asked and you nodded your head.

His car, a cream volvo, was a little worn down but somehow you had expected that. Spencer seemed like the kind of person who would hold on to something until it falls apart. He walked around, opening the door for you and helping you in. There were two cups in the center console. The car smelled of coffee and a little like vanilla. “Thank you.” You said as you buckled yourself into your seat. Spencer smiled and closed the door, you watched him awkwardly walk around the car quickly to get into the driver's seat. “You ready?” He asked while turning the key, the engine coming to live with a little bit of a sputter. “Yep, ready. You brought coffee?” You spoke as Spencer looked around for him to pull out of the apartment complex parking lot. “Yeah, thought you might want some. It might be a long day.” He said before fixing his eyes on the road. “Thank you.” Your voice sounded soft as you looked at him, taking the coffee cup closest to you and taking a sip.

There was soft music playing over the car radio. Turned low enough for you to have a conversation but loud enough to fill any silences with comfortable sweet tones. It was mostly instrumental, which given Spencer’s history teacher-esque appearance was to be expected. His focus on the road gave you ample opportunity to let your eyes roam over his face. His profile was somewhat striking, he really was handsome. His hair curling at the back of his neck, not being able to stay slicked down by whatever products he used. You wondered what it would look like if he just let it curl naturally.

“What do you want to see most?” You asked and it caused Spencer to perk up slightly, he quickly looked over to you before returning his gaze to the road. “Well, there is a lot. I heard they have quite a large coral reef tank that is supposed to be modeled after an indo pacific reef ecosystem. I think that or the ocean systems exhibit. They have a massive 360 display with narration and it shows the complex aspects of the ocean and how it interacts with the atmosphere.” You thought you could possibly listen to him explaining everything in the museum if he wanted to. Hours on end to listen to his voice. “But there is also the first ever display of an adult coelacanth and a pup. They are considered living fossils by some, it will be so exciting to see the differences between adults and young ones.” He sounded so enthralled with the idea of everything he was going to see. His excitement only works to fan your own excitement. “I can’t wait to see them with you.” You said and Spencer once again turned to flash you his wonderful smile.

When you entered the museum you walked past the elephant in the entrance hall ready to head to the ocean hall. It was crowded, yet so incredibly beautiful. With the whale model hanging from the ceiling. Along with jellyfish that seemed a little whimsical. Through the middle ran a display with different sea creatures and their descriptions. Along the sides were similar displays. You felt a hand slide into yours, gently holding it and you looked up at Spencer. “Is this okay? I don’t want to lose you in the crowds.” He said as you watched the flush blossom on his cheeks. You interlaced your fingers with his, the size of his hand perfectly encapsulating yours, it was warm and so soft. “Perfectly fine.” You said and stood just a little closer to him. Together you traversed the displays, walking past different deep sea creatures, Spencer sometimes stopping to tell you something exciting he knew about the animal. You in turn try to surprise him with facts you knew, which he would smile at.

Once you saw the coelacanth and the giant squid you moved to the reef aquarium. Watching as fish would lazily swim by, or some of the corals moved with the current inside of the tank. You stood there, watching it together, so incredibly close that you rested your head on his shoulder. Feeling the warmth that radiated from him. Listening to him read out the information next to the tank was a wonderful experience. “Do you want to move on to the ocean system exhibit? It is supposed to restart every few minutes.” Spencer eventually asked. You tilted up your head to look at him. Catching him looking at you and your eye contact felt just a little electric. Those deep, soft, brown eyes. “Lead the way, pretty boy.” You smiled and saw something in his eyes change for just a second. His cheeks flushing once again.

Squeezing your hand a little tighter he pulled you along to the room containing the ocean system exhibit. The room was dimmed, there were seats lined up in a circle around the big globe that hung from the ceiling. It seemed to have already started as you came in, lights projected on it to show the earth and its oceans. Spencer pulled you along to one of the curved couches. There wasn’t a lot of space but he managed to find somewhere to sit. You squeezed in next to him, your thigh touching his, your hips close to him. His cologne was overwhelming like this, being so close in the dimly lit space felt intimate. Even with all the other people around. You felt his thumb rub over the back of your hand gently. A voice rang out over the speakers, starting to explain the ways of the ocean accompanied by music. You listened intently while watching the globe and the moving images projected onto it.

Spencer shifted besides you and you suddenly felt his breath fanning next to your face, his lips close to your ear. It made your cheeks flush, your heart rate picked up along with it. Waiting in anticipation for what he was going to say. “Did you know there is enough salt in the ocean to cover the entirety of the earth. It would be 500 feet thick if it would cover it in one layer.” He whispered the fact and it made you hold back a soft giggle. The moment had felt so intimate all for him to whisper one of his crazy knowledge facts. You turned your head to look him in the eyes, those brown puppy eyes looking at you with a hint of confusion. “Here I thought you were going to say something romantic.” You whispered, tone light and teasing. You watched Spencer flush, a hint of embarrassment as his eyes looked away from yours for a moment. “Sorry.” He apologized, you could see from his movement, the way his thumb stopped massaging the back of your hand, that he felt a sudden regret. “Don’t be. I still liked it anyway.” You whispered, the tip of your nose bumping against his. You felt him exhale in a short burst, like it had been a short gasp he tried to hide, or a certain surprise at the contact. A little rush of electricity ran through your body. A little voice in the back of your head urging you to kiss him.

“You did?” Spencer asked. You softly hummed your answer, tilting your head a little to angle your nose away from his. “Is this okay?” you asked and now it was his turn to hum a soft “mh-hm” which sounded so delicate, almost inaudible over the sound of the projection. Still, all your senses were attuned to him in that moment. You wanted to say something before closing the short distance between you but Spencer was one step ahead. He gently pressed his lips against yours, moving his free hand quickly to hold you in place. The size of his hand easily cupping your neck, keeping you close to him. The feeling made you melt into him, eyes fluttering closed as a soft sigh escaping through your nose. You finally got the kiss you have been craving for days. His lips still had the lingering taste of coffee, but with that sugary sweetness to it. It was a wonderful feeling that ended all too soon in your mind. When his lips left yours you tried to chase them. Not wanting to lose the feeling.

His chuckle made you open your eyes, realizing the lights had turned on and the once dimmed room had become substantially brighter. “That was nice.” Spencer voiced it softly but no longer in a hushed whisper. He had your lipstick on his lips which made your heart flutter ever so slightly. You raised your free hand, slowly wiping at the dark red stain to get it off. “Yeah, it was.” You said while touching his lips. His hand left your nape, taking your wrist gently and holding your hand still. He pressed a soft kiss to your thumb as he held eye contact. Breath hitching you didn’t know what to do. “Ehm… do you want to grab something to eat? At the cafe?” You stumbled over your words. “I would love a cinnamonroll.” Spencer said, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips. Yet you could tell there was a hint of giddiness there for him.

When he let go of your wrist it was like your body remembered how to move again. You stood up, glad the platforms under your shoes were solid, giving some stability to your slightly weakened knees. If you told your 17 year old self a guy who wore cardigans would have you weak in the knees you would have laughed. Spencer held out his hand which you gladly took. He led you to the café where you settled with a drink and something to eat before heading back into the museum. Wandering around past the different exhibits. Hand in hand.

When Spencer dropped you off back home later in the evening than expected you were absolutely giddy. He'd stopped on the way home to grab a bite to eat and you had been engrossed in conversation with each other. After that he asked you to put on the music you enjoyed, stating that ‘you've put up with his music, and I've quite liked what you played at the lab.’ which was a sweet sentiment. You were lucky to have memorized the only station that played the bands you loved. So the last half of the ride was spent with the cure, bauhaus, Depeche mode and many others as the background noise to your conversations. When Spencer parked in front of the apartment building you felt a little reluctant to leave. This had been the best date in years, well… the best and realest date you've had. “Thank you, for today, I loved it.” You spoke up as Spencer looked at you. He smiled that same smile again, the shy one, where he looked like he wanted to bite his lip to stop from saying something he normally wouldn't. “I enjoyed it too. I'm glad I asked you to come along.” His brown eyes lingered on yours. Keeping eye contact made the car feel incredibly small for a moment.

You unbuckled your seatbelt before turning, leaning over the center console and pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. This time it was your turn to initiate it. His hands quickly managed to find their way to your nape again. Sliding up and into your hair. You moved so your left knee was perched on your seat. Your right hand softly cupping his cheek, the light scratch of a day old shave beneath your fingers. Parting your lips slightly, an invitation for him to take it further. When his lips moved with yours, a delicate dance that made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You wanted to be closer, to push your body against his but the damn center console was in the way.

When you pulled away from Spencer you watched his tongue dart out to taste his lips with a small breath. Smiling slightly, you bit the inside of your cheek, “I’ll see you on Monday at work.” you said and gave him a peck on the lips. He nodded his head yes, letting go of you, “I will text you tomorrow.” He said. You smiled at that. Remembering how Penelope mentioned his distaste for texting. You reached for the car door. “Wait.” Spencer spoke up which surprised you. You looked back to be faced with his pleading eyes. “One more?” he asked, “Please?” he added with a small smile. You rolled your eyes gently, before leaning back and giving just another small kiss.

This time when you opened the passenger door he didn’t stop you. Once you stepped out you gave another little wave before closing the door. You rushed up the steps to the complex door and turned back to wave at Spencer as you walked in, watching as he pulled out of the parking lot. When you reached your apartment floor you were still on cloud nine. Dreamily walking down the hallway to your front door. When you did turn the corner and your eyes landed on your front door. A little bag sat on the floor beneath your door clink. A wave of unease washed over you. A nauseous feeling settling in your stomach. You knew exactly who it was from. How they got into the building, no clue, but this definitely was the work of the one person you confidently could say you hate. Your ex.

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bernardisgross · 4 months ago

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Bim bam boum ! Here's the whole comic i drew for Crossroads @zine--garden , a zine focused one showing and sharing love for Hunter x Hunter ^^

I chose to focus on my two favorite teachers !!!

Bonus, making of & talk in the read more⬇

I was very happy to be able to participate and even more happy to finally share a headcanon i've had for years about Bisky and Wing's meeting.

I don't know how clear it is but basically, Wing is a young nen user who happens to have been taken in by a big criminal family. The boss is using his abilities to forge precious gems from cheap materials, passing them as precious gems he bought for his collection. As a renown collector, he also sells the gems and makes tons of money from it. As Wing's skills become sharper though, his forged gems become more and more precious, making it difficult to tell them apart from real ones.

Having sold a good gem in a batch of "bad" ones, the boss is trying to get it back, framing his client as a thief. He calls for Bisky (a "young" hunter with a good resume) planning to trick her into committing insurance fraud in his place. Unfortunately, she's got a better eye than he thought, and asks for the good gem as compensation.

Feeling antsy about his money, the boss accepts, already planning to get rid of her once the job is done.

Bisky can sense the residual nen from Wing the moment she meets him, that's why she demands he comes with her. She wants to make sure at first that this is a normal child in the wrong place rather than the boss's actual associate.

Making him her disciple just came along the way because she honestly didn't know what to do with that kid LOL but didn't want to return him to a bad place. Also, she saw his potential. Here's a rejected final page (rejected bc I couldn't tie the text properly and wasn't very happy with the visual) where it's a bit clearer that she's got back with the good gem and values it a lot BECAUSE it was made by Wing. (also metaphor, analogy blabla)

I love teachers/masters in stories, i love that trope so much!! It's always so interesting to me to have someone older and wiser share their knowledge with the young waiting for nothing in return. Nurturing and loving, becoming a support with the only satisfaction to witness the growth and blossoming of someone else. I think it's so beautiful to help others in this way, to give a little of yourself with kindness.

I think if touches on other tropes i'm sensitive to like found family etc... So of course, i've loved Bisky & Wings for a looong time, and i'm even more obsessed with the fact they're on the same line of teachers 🥺💕

I was always curious about how they could have met and what could have moved Bisky to take him under ... her ..................... wing.....🔥🔥🔥 lol... anyways !!! I went full indulgence and comics are not my thing at all so if you've enjoyed it, i'm very very, very blessed and happy ^^ !!!

I've also included a rejected sketch of the cover with big Bisky :3

and here's a look at all her outfits !! I love Lolita alt fashion soo much, i do tend to latch onto characters who dress like this... and love making my own outfits for them too !!!

I also made a sticker of Palm for the merch bundles !!

Thank you so much if you've picked up Crossroads, it was great from the start !! I'm so lucky and so grateful to @/gachahugs and all the contributors for having me ^^ !! thank you thank you !

#hxh #hunter x hunter #my art #biscuit krueger #wing

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eerna · 5 days ago

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I knew once they actually wrote ekko he would shine. Kid who grew up too fast but is still full of hope and optimism at the end of the day. Top tier writing I’m so soft for him. Also a character that can balance bettering society AND caring about his found family? We have finally encountered an arcane character capable of multitasking. Still mad they underutilized him for so long tho and gave him that ending. MY SON😭

Also what’s so funny is that before watching arc 3 is I had made a post saying that arcane is actually just high quality fanfiction (in animation. Not writing lololol) and for arc 3 to open with happy timebomb alt universe fluff made me scream. Arcane writing its own fluffy fanfiction that’s actually surprise canon compliant? More likely than you think. Also representing yearning for a better world despite the crumbling reality around you and getting up and going Fight for it via a childhood friends to enemies to lovers dynamic was galaxy brained. Timebomb 5eva!!!!!!

I AGREEEEE!!! I honestly didn't think they would ever get to Ekko, which made me sad bc he's been a standout in s1 and I was dying needing more of his dynamic with the sisters. Imagine my reaction when I started ep 7 and saw THAT illustration on the netflix logo record. I feel like he still wasn't written in a way that left me fully satisfied, but damn, he was the only thing I truly cared about the entire season lololol. I love how him being placed within the fluffy fanfic wasn't a question of whether he would get the strength to return to his own bleak reality, but what messages would he take with him to it. And the message he chose was "Being overly optimistic and loving people is the way to go". Like you said, bringing them back full force 3 episodes before the show ends to remind us of how much everyone loves each other was a galaxy brained idea. Which is why it was SO PAINFUL when ep 9 didn't really show any of it... like c'mon... I know they wanted to shock and delight us all by making Ekko and Jinx wear matching outfits and work together, but it definitely missed the same thing pretty much everything else did this season: EMOTIONAL BUILDUP. I wish the season dedicated more time to them and what they think of each other. I wish Isha didn't exist and instead was replaced with Jinx, Sevika, Vi and Ekko as the emotional backbone. This way Jinx seems like she truly doesn't care all that much, not about Ekko, not about Vi, not about herself or her own goals from the past. Why did she just fake her own death instead of going back to the people who finally love her as she is. Why did she do that. Why did Ekko get a tragic ending when he literally saved the world. Arcane writers what the hell were you thinking

#eernask #eernanon #eernask talk arcane #arcane spoilers

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hard-core-super-star · 1 year ago

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i wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters [K.Bishop]

pairing: switch!kate bishop x top!reader x bottom!kate bishop

summary: things take a surprising turn when kate's alternate self shows up in the middle of an ongoing [slightly public] battle between you and your archer.

warnings: officially the filthiest smut i've ever written -> minors, you're not invited to this party but happy halloween! [selfcest + threesome; kinda dubcon again, R doesn't realize it's kate's variant...again; praise + degradation [heavier on the degrading side though]; slightly public sex; cunnilingus [R + alt!kate receiving]; grinding; orgasm denial; slight overstimulation; fingering [both kates receiving]

wordcount: 4k

a/n: happy halloween, ladies and gays. i couldn't just not leave you guys a little treat. this is [technically] another amazing request by the same lovely person as last time. i can't begin to explain how much fun this was to write and how glad i am that searching for redemption did so well. so, enjoy this as a thank you for being so lovely and allowing me to explore way too many kinks in one fic. hope you enjoy <3 [and let me know what you guys dressed up as today because i'm nosy]

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“Kate, we’re going to be late!” You call out for the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

You should’ve known better than to trust your girlfriend when she said she was merely putting the finishing touches on her costume. A costume that she had kept hidden from you since she bought it a few weeks ago.

The secrecy was stupid but Kate had been far too excited at the idea of surprising you with it for you to complain. She’s been getting a kick out of doing things to make your heart race and your cheeks flush lately. It’s not entirely new but she’s ramped things up ever since her alternate self paid you such an eye-opening visit.

Kate talks about it a lot more than you ever thought she would but it’s nice to see her so confident and secure in desires she’s never been able to express with anyone else. Desires that had somehow led her to convince you to go to some Halloween party being thrown by one of her, very rich, college friends.

The idea didn’t really interest you and yet here you were, all dressed up in some revealing devil costume your girlfriend had insisted on buying you. You had felt a little silly until your archer decided to express her love for your outfit by slamming you against the nearest wall and kissing you until your legs turned into jelly.

Something that would have been very well received had she not left you with a desperate throbbing between your legs that she had no intention of relieving.

Meeting her alternate self had been a blessing and a curse as far as you’re concerned. You love how quick she is to take control now but more often than not, her version of control is just her teasing you relentlessly until the two of you are so wound up that you end up having sex on the nearest surface.

It’s the best kind of torture and your girlfriend is incredible at dishing it out.

“Kate-”

“I know, I know!” Her voice reaches your ears first, followed by the sound of her footsteps approaching you. “Being fashionably late is a thing, by the way.”

“There’s nothing fashionable about being two hours late, Katie.”

“You’re no fun.”

You open your mouth to reply but your response gets caught in your throat once your eyes fully take in what she’s wearing.

The all-black outfit isn’t incredibly scandalous, although the muscle-tee she’s wearing shows off all the subtle dips and curves of her arms that drive you wild, but the collar around her neck and the ridiculous cat ears she’s so proudly wearing on top of her head are enough to bring your attention back to ache between your legs.

She raises an eyebrow at you but your eyes are glued to the slightly crooked whiskers she drew on her cheeks. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

You really want to come up with something to shut her up but the playful glimmer in her eyes and the not-so-subtle smirk tugging at her lips renders you speechless. Kate, surprisingly, accepts your silence and instead of making fun of you again, she decides to simply close the space between your bodies and pull you into a kiss that somehow leaves your mind spinning even more than her outfit did.

You’re in the middle of tangling your hands in her already disheveled hair when she suddenly pulls away from you. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

She gives you no time to complain, she just grabs your hand and leads you out the door. It’s equal parts irritating and attractive. Much like the archer herself.

The two of you arrive at the party after a long subway ride, one that was spent with teasing touches and obvious glances. It’s clear what game your girlfriend is playing with you and yet you can’t stop yourself from getting riled up. You know she won’t offer you any relief but your mind fills with images of putting the overconfident archer in her place all the same.

Unfortunately, you don’t get a chance to even attempt some retaliation. The two of you manage to stick together for a full five minutes before some tall blonde you’ve never seen before is playfully shoving her and shouting something about a game of beer pong.

Kate shoots you an apologetic look that borders a little too close into puppy-dog eye territory and you let her go without a fuzz, opting instead to grab a drink and wait for her to come back.

And you do end up waiting.

Long enough for your easy acceptance to turn into actual frustration…frustration that’s pooled inside your underwear.

Your eyes haven’t stopped scanning around to find every dark corner and secluded bathroom in sight since Kate left your side hours ago. You’ve been able to find more than enough spots to work out your frustrations with your girlfriend but you still can’t find her.

You’re about ready to call it quits when you spot her out of the corner of your eye. It takes less than a second for you to reach her, hands reaching out for her waist and leading her forward into a dark coat closet you had found half an hour ago.

Her surprise is more than a little evident as you push her inside and practically pin her against the nearest wall. If your brain wasn’t filled with such intense desire, your eyes might have picked up on the different colored collar around Kate’s neck and the lack of crooked whiskers on her rosy cheeks.

None of that registers, though, and all you can think about is how good she looks and how desperate you are to feel her hands on your skin.

There’s a small furrow in her brow that tells you she’s five seconds away from asking something that will ultimately distract you so you act faster than she does.

You lean forward in an instant, your lips claiming hers while your fingers dig into her waist. The fabric in the way doesn’t let her feel the full force of your grip but she arches her back into you anyway.

“You’re driving me crazy,” you mutter against her lips.

“So are you.” Kate finally gains control over her limbs and her hands start to caress your body, gentle fingers trailing up and down your back and barely brushing against your ass. “When did you even change into this outfit?”

You might’ve paid attention to her words had her lips not been trailing a path of kisses down your neck.

Instead, you groan as the throbbing between your legs comes back with a vengeance. You need Kate and you need her now, her constant need to overpower you be damned.

She’s in the middle of sucking a mark onto your skin when your hands grab onto her shoulders and you start pushing her down. “Wha- oh.”

Her confusion lasts for a whole two seconds before she gets the message and lowers herself down onto her knees. The sight alone would be enough to make your heart race on a normal day but her easy acceptance of your unspoken command and the absolute devotion in her eyes while she stares up at you have your knees buckling under the weight of your own desire for her.

“No more teasing, babe,” you say, your tone somewhere between whiney and authoritative. “Just fuck me.”

You’re expecting her to put up some sort of fight but she seems to be just as desperate to feel you as you are. “Spread those legs for me, baby.”

You do as she asks and she wastes no time in getting rid of the barriers that separate your drenched cunt from her mouth. Her lips instantly attach themselves to the skin that gets revealed to her eyes, trailing a path of kisses up your inner thigh.

It takes all your self-restraint not to buck your hips into her face. “Kate.”

She hums in response, apparently too busy to realize how fast your control is slipping. It’s not until her teeth graze your skin that you decide to put a stop to her teasing. You reach down, your fingers wrapping around the pretty collar around her neck and forcibly pulling her face toward your center.

The action surprises both of you but while you watch her with wide eyes, ready for her to fight against your expanding dominance, she moans against you, her eyes fluttering closed.

And that’s all the encouragement you need to take the lead.

You tug on the collar again, the force in your movement showing her you’re in no mood for her continuous games. “Come on, Katie, put that mouth to good use.”

She’s the one with the wide eyes this time but makes no attempt to talk back. Instead, for once, she does exactly what she’s told.

Her hands come up to part your folds enough for your wetness to be on full display for her and she slowly drags her tongue along your slit before flicking your clit.

You can’t tell if she’s trying to be gentle or if she’s set her mind back on teasing you until her lips wrap around your swollen bud and tongue laps at you as if you’re the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, your free hand grabbing onto the back of her head for support.

She responds with a sound of her own, one that resonates against your bundle of nerves and leaves your legs shaking like never before. Kate’s quick to notice your shakiness and her hands grip your hips to hold you up while her mouth and tongue continue their divine work on you.

“You taste so good, baby, fuck.”

Her voice comes out muffled but your hips instantly buck further into her mouth in response. You hate how much she teases you and yet you can’t deny how much better waiting makes everything feel.

Kate shifts a little and you waste no time in pulling her hair in a silent warning not to stop. She’s not selfish, merely a tease, and she accepts your command faster than you ever thought possible. The movements of her tongue speed up, flicking at your clit expertly every time and leaving you gasping for air.

“Kate, Kate-” You’re cut off as she rips another moan out from the depths of your chest. “Don’t stop.”

She knows what every gasp that leaves your lips means and she’s much too eager to watch you fall apart.

“Come on, y/n. Cum for me.”

She makes a sucking motion with her lips and you fall over the edge without a warning, only Kate’s name tumbling out of your mouth like the most sinful of prayers. Kate laps up every drop of your orgasm until you’re far too sensitive to handle her touch.

You pull on her hair with a shaky hand and she gets the message, peppering your inner thighs with soft kisses before rising to her feet again. “Was the wait worth it?”

“Shut up,” you mumble.

You can’t resist the urge and you pull her into a quick kiss, loving the way she still can’t seem to get enough of you. You quickly pull away, much to her dismay, and give her the most innocent smile you can muster. “I’ll see you later, Katie.”

She doesn’t realize what you mean until your hand reaches for the door and you start stepping outside. “You can’t be serious.”

“I promise the wait will be worth it,” you tease before walking away.

You don’t hear her overdramatic groan or see her step out of the closet. But Kate does.

Your Kate.

The one that’s been looking for you for over an hour but instead found her double stumbling out of a dark coat closet.

She’s not an idiot and she knows exactly what the grin on her alternate self’s face means. So, she reacts without thinking.

It takes her less than three seconds to cross the space between them, relishing the wide-eyed look the other Kate sends her way, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her against the wall. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

A dozen answers flicker through Kate’s mind but she spits out the worst one she comes up with. “More like who the fuck am I doing.”

Her eyes darken but she knows deep down the way she’s looking at her other self isn’t only filled with rage. “You’re an asshole.”

Her nails dig into her alternate’s skin, drawing out a groan that sounds way too tantalizing to both of their ears. “Chill out, I didn’t realize she wasn’t my y/n until it was too late.”

“And when was that?” She questions despite knowing she won’t like the answer.

“When she was cumming on my tongue,” Kate replies with a proud smirk on her face.

“I take it back, you’re not an asshole, you’re a slut.” A tingle runs down her spine as she practically degrades herself. There’s no hesitation in her movements, no attempt to make herself sweeter, only pure, unrestrained, desire and a desperation she’s never felt before.

“Go fuck yourself, I didn’t do it on purpose, alright? So, back off.”

“Fuck myself?” She responds, subconsciously stepping closer until their bodies are flush against each other. “You have no idea how much I’m considering it right now.”

“You’re kidd-”

She swallows the rest of her variant’s words as her lips press against hers in a messy kiss. There’s no awareness of the party going on around them, of the people that might see, of how wrong it all is, there’s none of that. She can’t think about anything besides how wet she is and how good her double looks in their ridiculous costume.

The kiss is fast and borders on desperate, her tongue slipping inside her double’s mouth and attempting to taste the remnants of your release left on lips that look exactly like hers.

Her leg slips between her alternate’s thighs before she can stop it and the world stops spinning for a few seconds once she hears her moan. “Told you you were a slut.”

“You’re just insulting yourself, we’re the same person.” The response comes out muffled and breathless but filled with the same amounts of raw need.

“Maybe but we like it, don’t we?” She adds more pressure against the other Kate’s center while one of her hands grips her wrist and guides it between her own drenched thighs.

Kate sees it.

The moment her alternate’s control starts slipping, the cocky mask she’s worn so well until now fades and begins to reveal a need to submit that almost rivals her own. “Someone’s going to see us. How the hell are you going to explain this?”

“I don’t give a damn, let them see. Maybe we deserve to get caught for being so sick.”

It’s impossible to know where all of her words come from but the reaction they invoke in both of them is too good for her to get caught up in the details. She knows what she wants, what both of her want, and she’s in no position to deny it.

“Fuck,” she groans once her variant finally gathers the courage to toy with her wet cunt. “Just like that. You know how we like it, don’t you?”

She’s expecting another bratty response but it doesn’t come. All that comes is a groan and the telltale feeling of her other self grinding against her thigh.

Her variant’s fingers stroke her swollen clit for a few seconds before shifting down and slipping into her soaked entrance. The intrusion is unexpected but not unwelcome and she ends up leaning forward and resting her forehead against herself in search of some balance.

She's turned on beyond belief and yet her eyes continue searching for things that ultimately ramp up her desperation. Her hands join the subtle exploration of her own body, harshly groping her variant’s breasts and watching the way her face twists into pleasure.

“Shit, I’m gorgeous,” she mumbles.

“I know, right?” The response comes with a small, breathless, chuckle that leaves her grinning.

It's surreal how right everything feels. How good she feels in her own skin while watching another version of herself writhe and moan.

Her variant slips another finger inside her and her eyes flutter closed, walls clenching in an attempt to take more. “Keep going, we feel so good.”

“Yeah, we do, fuck.”

She knows herself well enough to know how close her double is to the edge. Her hands leave her tits to grip her hips, expertly pinning her against the wall and stopping her movements. “Hold it right there, bratty sluts don't get to cum.”

Her alternate self, the one who was once so commanding and sure of herself, whines. She whines and Kate swears the sound alone could make her cum.

“I need it.”

“Beg for it,” she says, her hips bucking down every time her variant’s fingers thrust in. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”

There's a pause before the words flow out of her. “I need you to fuck me, please. I need to cum.”

“Say our name.” Her voice is a breathless whisper as her orgasm builds up.

“Fuck, Kate. I need you, please.”

The entire world fades into nothing the second she hears those words. All she can manage is a gasp before she falls over the edge, her hips relentlessly rutting against her other self’s hand.

She doesn't know how long she spends basking in the bliss of her orgasm but once she comes back to herself, she feels the insistent kisses being littered all over her face. It's weird but cute and she wonders if that's how you feel every time she does it.

The thought fully forces her back into reality and she groans before taking a small step back. “I think someone deserves a reward. Let's go find y/n and give her a show.”

It takes them a while to find you in the crowd, although maybe it has more to do with the mind-shattering orgasm Kate just had and the borderline painful denial that's left Kate with a powerful ache between her legs.

When your archer finally spots you, she shares a knowing look and a subtle smile with her variant before they're both grabbing onto you and pushing you into the first bathroom they can find.

The action startles you until you realize the hands on you belong to your girlfriend…two of them. You're pushed against the sink and your heart pounds in your chest as your eyes take in both archers.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” Kate’s variant asks.

The different colored collar on her neck gives her away now they're standing together and you almost feel stupid for not realizing.

Your girlfriend seems to read your mind and she steps forward, her hands landing on your waist. “What's wrong, baby? Did you not realize it wasn't me you were whoring yourself out for?”

The words steal the remaining breath from your lungs. Kate’s, your Kate’s, dominant attitude is something you can't get enough of but you're still pissed at her for teasing you all day. Especially now that you've learned it wasn't even her that made you cum earlier.

“Careful, Katie.” Your hand reaches for her collar, tugging on it enough to be rewarded by the hitch in her breath. “You're still on thin ice.”

The impatience and need Kate’s other self is struggling with is obvious to you and it only becomes more clear once she steps forward too, pushing her body against you and seeking out your neck with her lips. “What about me?”

You hum, pretending to think about it. “You're fine, Kate. You're a good girl, aren't you?”

The whine your words draw out of her is enough of a response and your eyes flutter closed while they both caress your body.

“Why am I in trouble when you're the one who fucked another version of me?” Kate’s hands slip up your body as she speaks, her movements blurring together with those of her double.

“So did you.”

The two pairs of hands on you stutter in their movements and you know you've got them right where you want them.

You don't give either of them a second to respond. Instead, you take the opportunity to rearrange them, pushing your archer onto her knees and pulling her variant against your body.

Kate’s eyes meet yours, offering a moment of calm amongst all the raging emotions that fill the room. “You gonna put me in my place, baby?”

“Please stop talking,” her alternate self begs.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sound, your arms wrapping around her middle and pulling her impossibly closer. You've heard your girlfriend beg before but this is different. This is you stripping away all her control and letting her enjoy the feeling of submitting.

And it's hot as hell.

“Poor Kate, we left you desperate for more, didn't we, baby? Is that why you came crawling back to us?”

She nods furiously, her hips bucking against the air while your hands slip under the fabric of her shirt. You take in the sight for a few more moments before looking back toward your kneeling girlfriend and giving her a small nod of your own.

Kate wastes no time in removing the obstacles in her way, letting out a low groan once she takes in her alternate self’s obvious arousal. You wait for the teasing comment that doesn't come now that she's left you in control of both of them.

“Get to it, baby.”

Your girlfriend obeys immediately. She attaches her lips to her variant’s leaking cunt and you watch the way they both tremble with desire.

It's the most heavenly sight you'll ever get to see.

Your hands slide up to play with Kate’s bra-covered breasts while your girlfriend eats her out like her life depends on it.

You can't stop yourself from leaning forward and pressing feather-light kisses against her neck, loving the way she instantly tilts her head back and sinks into you. “Fuck, please.”

“Please, what?” You murmur, missing the two fingers your archer slips inside her alternate.

You hear her gasp and feel the frantic movement of her lower half as she grinds against your girlfriend’s face. “Please…please, can I cum?”

A torturous silence hangs in the air for a few moments before you give in and let her have what she wants.

“Go ahead, baby, be a good girl and cum for us.”

You're sure you've never heard a more delicious sound than the loud cry that leaves her parted lips. You're too busy kissing every inch of skin you get your lips on to watch the way your girlfriend swallows every drop of her other self’s release.

A release so intense that it leaves all three of you shaking.

Kate fucks her through her orgasm, clearly addicted to the way her fingers keep getting swallowed up by her other self’s cunt.

You let her do what she wants until her variant can't take it anymore.

“Please, I can't-”

Despite her words, you feel her body shudder as she tumbles into another orgasm.

“Come on, Katie.” You reach down to pull your reluctant archer away. “Let her breathe.”

“You're no fun,” she mumbles before rising to her feet.

“Say that again and see what happens,” you warn her with a grin.

She huffs before attaching herself to your free shoulder, nuzzling against you. “I think the power’s gone to your head.”

“I think you both like it.”

Neither of them replies but you don't need words to know you're right. The way they cling to you is enough.

“Can we go home?” Kate’s variant finally speaks up, her voice hoarse. “I can't feel my legs.”

You chuckle and kiss her cheek. “Sure. But we're not done.”

The three of you stumble out of the bathroom together a few minutes later, giggling and trying to fix your disheveled hair. It's a strange situation but you feel like the luckiest person on Earth with your two girls by your side.

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 6 months ago

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tuesday again 6/11/2024

sibling visit!!!!!!!!! but who cares about that my cats finally greeted each other calmly and politely!!!!!!!!

listening

WET DREAM by SNOW WIFE, off one of my sister's playlists. i have since added it to my playlist titled "SOMEBODY COME FUCK THIS (GAY)". sounds like early kesha?

reading

oh right i read a brace of temeraire books last week. we're in australia now. excited to see what sort of bullshit we get up to. i do really love these books and am astonished at home much they Feel like period-typical books, but i am too busy going :D :D :D while reading to have tuesdaypost thoughts about them

watching

thank you @rae-being-naughty for this rec bc i inhaled A Murder At The End Of The World in one evening. limited series on hulu that is set in Legally Not Elon Musk's Compound with Legally Not Elon Musk.

"A Murder at the End of the World" is a mystery series with a new kind of detective at the helm -- a Gen Z amateur sleuth and tech-savvy hacker named Darby Hart. In the new limited series, Darby and eight other guests are invited by a reclusive billionaire to participate in a retreat at a remote and dazzling location. When one of the other guests is found dead, Darby must put to use all of her combined skills to prove it was in fact murder, all against a tide of competing interests and before the killer takes another life.

youtube

oh my godddddd do i love a horrible little woman. sopping wet cat pathetic fuckup of a woman. enormous friends at the table clementine kesh vibes here but slightly lesss malicious. now! normally i am a girl's girl. i love women. but my god did darby royally fuck up her former lover.

one of the better hetero-appearing romances ive ever seen-- we fall in love with bill just as much as darby did, and his death drives the show in a way a fridged wife would in a different show.

i like how it is not a show About hacking, and darby became a hacker somewhat incidentally bc she needed to hack to get what she wanted. super tense, beautifully shot, balances current-day and flashbacks well, the twist is honestly bonkers but it is a very fair mystery.

playing

got clorinde :) now i have to collect one billion starfish to level her up :(

her story quest was so cute! a really fun visual novel take on ttrpgs/larping! everyone got little character art! i like her more uniform-braid-style outfit in the character art more than her actual outfit but oh well. im sure they'll release that one as an alt outfit at some point

also pulled dehya! pyro claymore wielder! goodbye diluc u were a mainstay on my team for a year but there's a hot girl who fills your same niche now

making

my sister was here so a lot of sibling bonding (going to lesbian bars, moving furniture up my horrible stairs, art museums, weeping over impossibly well tended five hundred year old tapestries and carpets, etc). i had an Excellent slice of key lime pie cheesecake at House of Pies-- i do not typically enjoy cheesecake, i feel like it's often too rich and leaves a weird coating on my tongue. alarmingly green but the tartness offset the cheesecake in a very pleasing way.

look at my new desk's woodgrain again

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem #SoundCloud #Spotify

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jabberwock-islanders · 3 months ago

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Characters We Desperately Want To Look Like (a slideshow)

Even though some of them contradict each other a little bit lmao

Each attached image will have a written version of what's written in the image

Ethan from Spooky Month

Twink goals

Red and black alt aesthetic

Something about him speaks to the trans masc within us

Dyed hair <3

Also shaggy hair being tied up in a small ponytail <3

He is our favorite flavor of man and we need to be that flavor of man

Honestly if we had to choose one character in this list to model our entire visual identity after, it would be Ethan

Ibuki Mioda from Danganronpa

Scene girlie!!

She's so colorful and vibrant and we want to Bleed Neon

Dyed hair part 2 <3

Accessorizing school uniforms? Yes!!!

Piercings and bracelets and cute stockings and and and and

This is one of the few times we'd accept wearing a skirt tbh

Sometimes you wanna dress like your entire personality is Paramour, fight me

Light Yagami from Death Note

Hear me out

He's a plain brunet what else is there to want

Also we shair hair colors! That's something!!

Idk what else to say he's just gender envy in the most normal way possible

And sometimes you just wanna be normal

Also he calls to the burnt out gifted kid sleeping in our bones

Cole from Ninjago

HEAR ME OUT.

Big strong teddy bear

We long to hold the people we love with strong arms like those

Idk man sometimes we long to be a Big Strong Man

Shaggy tied up hair part 2 <3

(Yes I know I'm using fanart here but it proves our point better than Lego Man ever could)

Honestly, this is the least realistic on our list LMAO

Izuru Kamukura from Danganronpa

Just look at him

He's the emo twink of everyone's dreams

We either want short hair or super long hair and there is no in between, can you tell? /silly

Also, pale pretty boy aesthetic

And we're already pale as shit so it's perfect!!

While Hajime isn't on this list, he's an honorary mention

Kazuichi Soda from Danganronpa

Pathetic boy appeal

His fashion sense is Trash but in a good way

Sometimes you just wanna look like the sad pathetic loser boy you are

Also pink!!

We vibe with pink sometimes

Beanies are always a win

(Tbh I think we like him better in blue than yellow)

(His jumpsuit is fucking Piss Yellow, denim blue will always beat piss yellow)

Leon Kuwata from Danganronpa

GIVE ME YOUR WARDROBE SIR

Tbh I think we just desperately want to live his life and become him in any and every way (we have a Leon introject in case you were wondering LMAO)

His jacket?? Hand it over???

Giant safety pin accessory is so real and we wish we had one to put on our jackets

Ignoring the facial hair though

Anyways HIS RINGS we want his rings

And his chain

Lloyd Garmadon from Ninjago

Hear me out part 3 I suppose

Sometimes. Sometimes you wanna be a golden retriever boy

We wanna be his specific brand of cute

Like look at him, he's fucking Cute

The hair style is also part of the appeal

In case you haven't noticed, we love men with mid-length hair

Also his bangs??? GOD he's so gorgeous

We'd do so much to be a gorgeous boy like Lloyd

So. Much.

Selever from Friday Night Funkin' (Mod)

...I can't defend this one tbh

The nonhuman desire to just... be a silly little demon guy

There isn't much more I can say, he's just Gender

Also his outfit? We want that shit

The boots... We would kill for those boots

Tbh he's just black and red part 2

Even though he's more maroon than red

He's babygirl, what can I say

Anyways, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

#gender envy #gender stuff #gender identity #trans things #trans #transgender #transmasc #transmasculinity #transmasculine #trans man #trans male #did system #did osdd #traumagenic system #dissociative system #actually did #actually traumagenic #endos dni #anti endo

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asleepinawell · 2 years ago

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while they've definitely improved some of that, the npcs will always run to the middle for that particular stack in holminster (similar situation with the armadillo in malikah's well). I suspect it's to prevent them from dropping the aoe puddle in the middle of the safe area since it would then be harder to program the AI to avoid that during the next part but idk. by comparison, they do come to you for the line stack in the last boss and in some other places. I'm not sure what the logic was in the hydaelyn fight because I rage quit after that since urianger had already murdered me and I didn't want to start over

and speaking of that armadillo boss, it does a proximity mine in the center followed by a donut aoe. so you need to get out to the edge until the proximity goes off and then in to the center get out of the donut one. the scions will always run into the center before the proximity goes off. it doesn't seem to be that big a problem except sometimes the healer will run directly on top of the proximity and instantly die. I've had urianger do this 3-4 times now. I just know to bring alisaie along now if I don't have a rez myself

in general, learning the scion AI behaviors in trusts is kinda like keeping track of another mechanic since in a lot of instances they're programmed to go to one specific place. for the second boss in vanaspati they all seem to have a set water bubble to run to and will get hit if you take their bubble

despite that, I do like that the supports/trusts let you follow the scions around to learn mechanics and I think it's great for people who are nervous about doing something new with other people and messing it up (like me!), but there's definitely some fun quirks you need to get used to. like the fact they'll often stand exactly one pixel outside of an attack so if you're following them and aren't directly on top of them you may still get hit 😔

though the flip side of that is that sometimes I simply do not learn the mechanics. ktisis hyberboreia is one I run exclusively in support (love the elpis squad) unless I'm playing with someone else and the first time I went in with real people I realized I had no clue how the snake man's head attacks worked because I usually just followed venat around like a lost baby bird. also everyone went to a different spot for the cross line aoes and I was Distressed™ because I was so used to where the npcs went

ALSO (minor 6.3 dungeon spoilers will try to leave vague) in the latest dungeon, on the last boss, there's a super confusing bunch of line and circle aoes that vanish before they go off and the scions will sometimes just go stand directly in one and fuck you over. thanks team!!!!

and then there's the thing where I swear sometimes urianger will get an aoe spread and just run full speed right at me. that guy. but really it's mostly that the npcs are programmed to go to a specific location with those and once you know it's not a big deal but man it can lead to some hilarious disasters

the funniest moment I ever had in a trust was in the hydaelyn fight when I got a stack marker and all the scions came running over to me and then. then. at the very last second every single one of them ran out from under the stack to group in the middle (AI anticipating the next attack I presume) and the stack went off .0001 seconds after they ABANDONED me before I could catch up and the wol's mom resundered the shit out of my poor lizard boy. the sheer and utter betrayal of that moment. exquisite. hydaelyn was like yeah you guys should probably just get on the moon ship and gtfo

#the tanking and healing seems pretty solid now though #I only started playing after ew so I missed the early days and I'd bet it's been improved from when they first rolled out #for the shb and ew dungeons you can safely force a double pull on the tank with an ai healer and be fine #would not recommend this for the arr supports oof #also I think thancred is just a better tank than g'raha which I guess makes sense #I almost exclusively use thancred #oh and some of the scions have specific behavior based on their characters #alphinaud will always prioritize healing alisaie if she's hurt #alisaie and estinien will use lbs immediately #thancred gets a damage bonus if ryne is in the party #oh and hades is also a very good tank you can double pull on #it is possible to force him to invuln if you're the healer as my friend tested on day in the name of bullying that old man #his invuln is called katabasis which is a trip to the underworld in ancient greek mythology #the greek underworld which is also known as....hades #devs must have had a great time with that one lolol #ffxivmp #mp #also I should add that I have done every leveling support A LOT #it was one of the primary ways I got all the jobs to 90 #by this point I just know most of the ai behavior and adjust for it without thinking #oh and another custom character behavior I just remembered #in the hw dungeons estinien is way more reckless and aggressive and will pull ahead of the tank and stand in aoes #very in character for that point in the story #my biggest wish for trusts is that they added the ancients to the ew trusts #listen listen I know it makes no sense but half the trust options already don't make sense #you can take the scions to ktisis I mean #it would just make me happy and also alt outfits!#gimme venat in plate mail and hyth in the ew brd job gear #hades can have..uh...ascian robe and solus outfit that would be funny and fucked up #okay I'm out of tag space and done now

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ellipsae · 2 years ago

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Another post-Epilogue design! Natalia technically has an epilogue 'casual outfit' design so I thought I'd give her 'formal wear' a shot for the design. I adore her princess outfit in the game and I still feel there's more to work on with this design (feels a bit too simple) but I think this hits the design points I wanted to include.

More design details under the cut.

-Overall I wanted to take a mature approach to the design. Her epilogue outfit had elements of that so I kept with the long slim silhouette.

-I really wanted to include a cape/capelet in the design. The pants-style alt is partly to work in a hip quiver since the cape sort of got in the way of a back quiver. Also please imagine Natalia doing archery on horseback.

-I originally wanted to do an updo for her hair but I also felt her original style is very iconic of her image so I went with the hair brooch as an alternative to her hair band.

-The gold waist chain was incorporated to add more 'gold' back into the colour composition. I couldn't think of a better way to being back in her cravat.

-I imagine Natalia does a lot of diplomatic work while she's still a princess and sits in more of the counsel meetings and spends more time in her formal wear than her casual outfit. Her formal wear doesn't really allow her use her bow but considering her status and the work she does, she probably has a dedicated escort team she can rely on.

#ellipsart #Tales of #Tales of the Abyss #Post Epilogue ToA AU

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cloveroctobers · 1 year ago

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 8. Hector

A/N: the way I always had something in the drafts to write for my beloved man like back during the summer time. The universe had other plans and what better time than to revisit this episode on Halloween! I think this is my first time ever writing on the day of this superior season?! Happy Halloween people 🧡 🪄

WARNINGS: language + hints of sexual tension 😅

PROMPT is from HERE + I’m using: “I love you, I swear I do but we’re not wearing matching costumes.”

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[~October. 2000’s~]

Oh the wonders of being a big time celebrity during the month of Halloween. That’s right, a whole entire month! Which felt like so because you were constantly in the limelight with people not only dissecting your love life but also your roles which consisted of either being the lead scream queen in a thriller series, supporting actress in horror movies, and also being the star drummer (on some Sheila E shit!) and backup singer of a Alt-Pop girl band on the side.

So yes, you stayed busy and were worth talking about.

“Whatever you decide to be this year has to be big. I mean Destiny’s child, Britney Spears, Zac and Vanessa, and Halle Berry are all gonna be here at your party this year.” Your manager/publicist ranted as she paced the floor in your open concept closet.

You’re lounging on your studded chaise lounge chair, texting away on your blackberry while chewing on some gum, half listening, “Halle’s my god-mom, of course she will be here to support but who else is on this list exactly?”

“I invited pretty much everyone, the hottest stars even those who may or may be in your age range. It doesn’t matter! As long as you get good pics that brings fresh press.” Natania voiced as she began flipping through a notepad.

You hum knowing the deal, considering you’ve been in the limelight since you were fourteen so this was not anything entirely new. “I’ve got the perfect outfit for Hector and I.”

Natania glances up from writing, “funny you mention him after I say press.”

“Him has a name and who also happens to be my boyfriend?”

“Don’t remind me,” Natania mutters, “and just to think you could still be with Taylor Lautner right now. His stats are only climbing after ‘Breaking Dawn Part I,’ dropped and I can only imagine how much more attention he’s gonna get.”

Shrugging your shoulders you say, “I’ve got more than enough attention with and without a guy by my side. It was fun while it lasted but as soon as he booked the role for twilight, the distance just grew. It was all only a matter of time.”

At sixteen and seventeen years old you got into a relationship, naturally with who everyone may know as Jacob Black but he was just Taylor to you. You met way back in a martial arts class that your uncle actually taught but you didn’t end up sticking with it thanks to a tv series you booked. You met again not long after at a audition for “Sharkboy and LavaGirl.”

“Well the both of you could have at least faked it for a little!” Natania almost stomped her feet before sighing, “I mean Taylor still talks highly about you although you decided to pick a old paparazzi instead as your new fling.”

“I wouldn’t expect him to say anything less,” you blinked, “wasn’t a bad break up anyway and I don’t pay you to make judgements on who I date. I pay for you to manage my career, not my personal life, sooo mind yours.”

Natania rolled her eyes beneath her glasses, “whatever, you’re right. I’m just saying you could have done better. There’s just something off about him—Hector and not the whole follow people like you around for cash either.”

“Nat!” You hissed, “shut up already, hector’s coming over, he’s gonna be at that party with me and that’s that. When’s the stylist coming over?”

Natania puts on a forced smile and glances at the watch on her wrist, “in about a hour.”

“Great! Hector says he’ll be here in fifteen so that gives us a little down time. You can let yourself out whenever you’re ready.” You state laying back to rest your eyes.

You’ve been up since six thirty this morning doing a extreme workout routine you didn’t like with a trainer who took it too seriously. You were more of a cardio person than juggling ropes, jumping and squatting, and flipping over tires.

Soon the door bell rings and you pry one eye open to see the monitor by the door glowing, making you aware who it could be. Groaning you took your time getting closer to the screen, seeing no one there. Shrugging to yourself, you plopped down on the lounge just as your closet door budged open revealing your stylist and no other than your boyfriend, Hector.

Lounging on your elbows you smile and wave at the two.

“No, please. Don’t get up, I got it.” Your stylist wheeled in a rack while you laughed at the usual sarcasm.

“Hey, baby.” You craned your neck to meet Hector’s lips as he leaned over you in greeting before sitting next to you, “what happened to fifteen minutes?”

Hector laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck, knowing that he was late, “traffic? Even on my bike and Hunger…”

You hum at this.

“Just burgers.” Hector whispers as you shrug your shoulders.

You knew what it was like, actually dating someone in the supernatural world. It could always go one or two ways and of course there were heavy rumors surrounding Hector since he was there at the time of Mazey Day’s death. He should have been dead—especially with the amount of damage done to his body, you knew what he and Bo were up to and the pictures Bo showed you was not something you would forget.

However Hector was meant to live and see it through…and he did with the help of your family.

They got to him first.

That’s right, a long history of, “werewolf or wolf training,” depending on which form. You had more experience with simply wolfs while the higher skilled like your parents and siblings dealt with the werewolf’s. Due to your involvement with the spotlight you didn’t have much time for…family activities but you weren’t completely clueless.

If you were able to get to Mazey Day in time, perhaps things could have been different. No one really knew and some still didnt accept what it was.

Werewolves were fucking real and you so happened to be dating one.

“Soooo,” you drag pushing yourself up once more to face Hector with a tired smile, “I’ve got an idea of what we should be for Halloween.”

“Aw but you didn’t see what Freddie brought yet.”

“Oh it’s in there alright,” you push off the chair to head over to Freddie who has measuring tape draped over his shoulders.

You do the honors of taking the protective cover off the clothes and run your fingers over the various fabrics, “we have DoubleDare contestants from the 90s, or you can be Cupid and I’ll be a large fuzzy heart, or my personal fav: little red riding hood and her werewolf of a grandmother.”

Hector blinks after briefly studying the costumes and says, “I love you, I swear I do but we’re not wearing matching costumes.”

“Uh oh,” Freddie mutters while you frown at the curly haired man.

“And why the hell not? The last option is the best one.”

“I get that one,” Hector replies with a knowing look in his dark eyes, “but don’t you think it’s a little…corny?”

“We’re supposed to be corny! You’re my boyfriend and I’m your girl.” Digging your fists into your hips and peer at Hector who snorts.

“Yeah but—

“At least try it on! I mean if we’re gonna be at my party together shouldn’t we at least match?”

Hector lightly grips your wrist to pull you from Freddie’s ear shot, “it’s gonna be a full moon that night.”

“Even better.”

“For who? Not me.”

“It’s been a year already,” you slip your hand down to squeeze his, “you’re gonna be fine.”

“That’s not what your mom believes.” Hector’s shoulders almost slump, which irritates you, the fact that your mother was always getting into his head was not something foreign to you but when she started to do it to people you cared about, that’s when it became a problem.

“Newsflash, she doesn’t know everything like she claims.”

“I mean I should listen to her since…”

“Since she’s more skilled than me? Ah alright well I get it. Look, I’m not gonna peer pressure you. I just know I wouldn’t have you here if I didn’t think you could handle it. We’d take all the proper precautions a few days before just like I planned but if you really don’t feel comfortable…we’ll just make sure to take the pictures in advance and we’ll go from there.”

Hector studies you then. He knew that it was hard to be around each other sometimes whenever the moon shifted. He was thankful he got another chance at life…sure but life just become a whole lot more difficult now with this new lifestyle and being legit involved with someone in the public eye. No doubt he’s thought about it before but never pictured it happening and Bo also told him it was a bad idea after figuring out that he basically resurrected and could transform into a hairy ass creature!

You lived one way and he lived another, there were contrasts to you just like the sun and the moon, the pair of you worked taking turns to let the other breathe separately. Space was efficient when it came to your relationship but when you were together? That opened up a whole new feeling. A scary one. He wasn’t sure if this relationship would be long term but he had the chance to see you for what you are beyond the lights and that was a treat in itself.

He exhales, lifting a hand to cup the side of your face, “…let’s try these costumes on then.”

And you squeal, hopping into his arms and he holds onto you as you lock your legs around his hips, his beaming smile meeting yours as you peck all along his handsome face.

“We look foolish,” Hector comments as he readjusts the gingham hat on top of his head while you stand side by side in a full length mirror.

You laugh as you wrap your arms around the curly haired man in the floral green nightgown, “correction: we look fine as hell.”

“Fine enough to where I don’t need to spend two hours sitting in a chair having ass cramps and getting wolf prosthetics on?” Hector slips on his circular glasses and peeks over them at your reflection.

Red was certainly your color.

You snort, “you could always let the moon do it’s thing.”

“That’s not even funny.”

Pressing your chin against the back of his shoulder you say, “Wanna give me a little snarl or something?”

Hector sends you a pointed look as you trail one hand up to twist one of his damp curls, “Oh Granny, what pretty curls you have.”

“All the better for you to tug my dear,” Hector begins to play along.

A smirk makes its way onto your red painted lips, “Oh granny, what a beautiful face you have.”

“All the better for you to,” Hector starts before quickly twisting his body to yank you tight against his body, “sit on.”

You see the specs of ember swirling in Hector’s ink eyes now and you know you were pushing it as the length of his nails began to poke at the fabric of your red hood.

He then places a open mouthed kiss to your beating throat, “you didn’t say anything about my teeth.”

Standing up some with your hands locked around his neck now, you lean just a bit closer so that your forehead presses against Hector’s; you reply just as some knocks sounded at your closet door, “Now that’s satire.”

Hector let’s out a small laugh as you untangle yourself from his grasp to get the door, making a show of pointing the makeup artists in his direction only.

With your confidence in him and against the full moon, Hector can’t help but to shrug his shoulders and take a seat peeking at the face he got used to over the years. Somehow even this skin felt different and not just the scars embedded.

He just hoped you were right but knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Well…here’s to a new change of course for Halloween! That might actually be terrifying but as long as he had you on his team, his doubts and speculations from outsiders—which he used to be—didn’t seem to matter as much anymore.

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Continue along with my fall anthology prompts here.

#black mirror #halloween writing prompts #black mirror mazey day #mazey day #black mirror Hector #danny ramirez #Danny Ramirez x reader #october prompts #Spotify

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emblemxeno · 4 months ago

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Someone on reddit is convinced that IS doesn't like it when 3H wins and makes their brave alts boring on purpose.....

Most brave alts aren't that creative. Though some are better than others

If IS didn't like it when 3H wins anything, they wouldn't subtly promote the game winning by having so many banners over the past five years including its cast tbh.

3H is just that predictable when it comes to this stuff.

At risk of sounding like a history revisionist, I argue that after Legendary Edelgard released, it was obvious that the master classes for the lords were gonna be the Braves, and the regular timeskips for Claude and Dimitri were gonna be their legendaries. Lysithea was the sort of wild card, but she was tailor made for Gremory in her game, and was a meme for being Dark Spikes-chan. People had hopes for Marianne, to mixed responses. Byleth was gonna get Sothis because Jeralt's armor being sold on F!Byleth was a tall order and she had already gotten Englightened One. Felix and Bernadetta got their most common master classes now too.

Gatekeeper is the only one where no one could expect what they'd do, because he's barely a character with no playable appearances at that point. Then they just made him look how he always does but with an admittedly creative and cute weapon. But given he hasn't had anything since despite being a winner? He's probably the only evidence of IS being "resentful" of something 3H related (though being honest, that might have more to do with Eirika and ESPECIALLY Marth coming second to non-main characters than actual anti 3H hate).

Being fair though, 3H isn't the only kind of predictable in this case. Once CYL first started, it was expected that characters would get clothes and weapons from dead fathers/parents/relatives in some way, but it's been hit or miss since then. Soren getting the standard Archsage outfit being an example of this, cuz even though he looks swanky, it's not the peak of creativity either. But that was also the same year where Robin got an outfit pulled completely out of thin air, sooo.... yeah it's hit and miss.

#feh #fire emblem heroes

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autisticgirliesbracket · 2 years ago

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What makes Marcy Wu from Amphibia the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

- I was also linked to this Reddit thread. Marcy-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a screenshot of Marcy in the top left corner, she is wearing her sleepover outfit. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"YOU KNOW WHO SHE IS. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY. I LOVE HERTTRRRR"

"Easily obsessed with her favorite media (and her girlfriends), has trouble forming connections (although it’s not impossible, as mentioned with the aforementioned girlfriends as well as the episode Maddie and Marcy), and enters The Zone often enough for it to directly affect the plot of the show she’s in."

"Khztixkgxgshckhxgic she's just iconic"

"Infodumps a bunch, stims a lot too"

"This girl infodumps constantly, is super smart but easily distracted, and is super clumsy. Also she totally does the raptor hands."

"I don't feel she has a *touch* of it. Everything about this girl SCREAMS autism. Her brain has no zoom out feature, her mouth has no mute button, her trust and knowledge have no bounds, and she will obsess over her interests to the point of ignoring everyone around her. And she made quite an impression on Amphibia viewers from her very first moments on screen. If Marcy doesn't win this tournament, there is something very wrong with this tournament."

"Please please please please she’s the most autistic ever please please she stims she can’t make eye contact she’s a nerd she has trouble communicating she’s got interests her friends don’t share and it hurts her when they aren’t interested in them like she is she makes mistakes she’s adorable she’s the most autistic ever please please please please"

"one of the writers of the show said they had autism in mind while writing her, also look at her, she's got it, you can't say that she doesnt"

"Marcy gets way too hyperfixated on her interests. She's very oblivious of her surroundings when she's focusing on something. She struggles with social interactions. Whenever she's in social places, she's either off in her own world or focusing on a video game. She speaks quickly and excitedly whenever something peaks her interest, and often doesn't give other people time to process and understand exactly what she's telling them. She reacts in an overly excited manner towards ‘new’ things. She is often too blunt for her own good. When asked if she's autistic, series creator Matt Braly said "She was not written with that intention but I think we get to know our characters better as we write them. In many ways they tell us who they are, not vice versa. I am so happy to see people identify with her in this way." "

"she stims, mentions having trouble with eye contact, and info dumps. and its 99% canon. (was made canon retroactively)"

"she has a lot of "typical" traits for an autistic/autistic-coded character, but personally i find her less insulting than some of those tend to be. she's described as very smart but oblivious, and she has a tendency to get extremely focused on things so much so that she starts to ignore her surroundings. i think she's especially good autism rep because she isn't just a quirky supergenius, she also has flaws that are also relatable to autistic people. one of these that i was especially happy to see is her clumsiness/lack of coordination, which is something which can be a trait of autism but isn't recognized or represented often. additionally, she can become obsessive about trying to get people to like and accept her, which is something i think a lot of autistic people can relate to."

"its canon!! also she infodumps, has a hyperfixation, and is scared of change :D"

"She often plays video games while everyone else is trying to work and often gets so invested that she doesn't notice things she's gonna trip over She regularly picks up new video games which she infodumps about Isn't great at picking up when people are having intense emotions, but still cares deeply for her friends For a while when the main characters are up to shenanigans she just reads books in a library" End ID.]

#autistic girlies bracket #autistic girlie masterpost #amphibia #marcy wu

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eyeballth3vampire · 1 year ago

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Ok so, since I keep seeing no one talk abt her uh… don’t mind me, I’mma just rant abt Cherri bomb and stuff bc why not >:]

Cherri Bomb imo, should’ve had A LOT more to her design and I mean A LOT

Now although Cherri’s design is not as bad as the others (well her Design is decent ‘ish but just rarely), ever since I first saw her design I always felt underwhelmed by her design especially now.

There isn’t really much to say other than the usual colors blend in problem and such

But imo I find this redesign to be quite lazy because this literally just her design in the Addict Video, and I just wonder, why? Could viv not think of anything creative when redesigning her after the addict video? I ask bc there is literally so many ways viv could’ve made Cherri’s design to look very cool and unique! Like yea, I know this is viv who we’re talking Abt and her creativity can only go oh so far BUT STILL!!!

“But Kat! What could viv add/change Cherri’s design to make her more ‘unique’?? After all you can’t change perfection-“

DON’T. TEST ME.

Like I said there are literally MANY GODDAMN WAYS viv could’ve made her design more unique! Infact, I can literally share some ideas I have / things that would’ve made her design better

1. Literally changing her Outfit.

Like do I even have to explain????? Her outfit is absolutely hideous and imo doesn’t suit her like AT ALL. Her Outfit is literally a bunch of ripped clothes with the most atrocious colors I’ve ever seen. Her outfit would’ve honestly been more cooler if she had Punk attire! It would Honestly fit with her personality really well! Like REALLY REALLY well! And if viv doesn’t know how to design characters with punk attire then there are LITERALLY endless amounts of references of punk outfits that viv could use when she was designing Cherri and these images are not just any references of punk fashion but rather punk fashion that was LITERALLY FROM THE 1980S!!! Y’know, THE ERA SHE DIED IN??

HECK, THIS OLD REDESIGN I DID OF CHERRI (that I plan on updating after I finish making this post with a bunch of other redesigns I’m doing) CAN LITERALLY BE AN EXAMPLE ON HOW PUNK CAN FIT CHERRI’S PERSONALITY REALLY WELL!!

LITERALLY THESE ALT OUTFITS SHE WORE IN HER LONG GONE INSTA ACCOUNT ARE ALSO GREAT EXAMPLES OF THAT TOO!

If viv used one of these outfits as her main one that would’ve been fine too! Like yea I would at first question why viv chose one of these outfits but other than that I wouldn’t be as pissy as I am with what we got bc it fits her character.

2. Make her have doll elements or som idk

Ok. I know what y’all are gonna say.

“Kat. Why do you want Cherri Bomb to be a doll? Velvet’s literally right here.”

Uh huh, I know that but like hear me out on this

I feel like Cherri being a literal doll could honestly work imo! Heck, if Cherri was a doll, the weird anatomy she has can literally go in viv’s favor! Since dolls most of the time don’t really have realistic bodies, like literally look at this thing if ya don’t believe me

But jokes aside, I do genuinely think it would be an awesome idea! I mean there are literally many dolls out there (even dolls from her era too), that viv can use as references if Cherri was gonna be a doll too! Cherri can literally be a punk rebellious version of Barbie for all I care (I mean like cmon are you gonna tell me that wouldn’t be so cool?)

She doesn’t even have to be specifically a doll either if viv didn’t want make her one, she can literally be an action figure too! (Unfortunately I can’t show anymore images bc I’m a the limit for adding photos in one post but hopefully you get idea)

3. GIVE HER A DIFFERENT FUCKING COLOR PALETTE FOR FUCKS SAKES!!11!1!

Blah blah blah Cherri’s palette as mentioned before in this post sucks!

But the thing that bugs me most in her color palette is literally the gradients in Cherri’s hair

Like every time I saw Cherri pop on screen in the hh pilot (and I do apologize if I sound dumb), the gradients on her hair would change ALOT to the point it kinda felt inconsistent…

The only time the gradients in Cherri’s hair felt consistent was in the addict video but that was only bc viv had to LITERALLY SIMPLIZE her hair so the animators wouldn’t have an hard time animating her god damn hair (kinda wished she did the same with the rest of the designs but oh well)

And that’s all I could think of (for now), if anything I can prob just make reblog to add on to this post, Uh Ty for reading this critical rant post thingy I have going on, I’mma go to bed it’s literally 3am for me rn at the time of making this and uh idk bye ig

#hazbin hotel #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #random rant #But like tbh tho the gradient for Cherri’s hair made the artist/designer part of me feel sm pain #like why????#why did you do that viv

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