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FORGIVE ME NOT || w.maximoff

Summary: As your relationship with Wanda progresses, things take a turn when you uncover the secret shes been struggling to keep from you.

WC: 5.6k

Warnings: angst, arguing , hints to smut, cunty wanda (my fav),

Read part 1 here!

Partnering up with Wanda had turned out to be a whirlwind of intensity. From the moment the decision was made to merge your engineering companies, the dynamics of your work life underwent a significant shift.

The initial days were marked by long hours of brainstorming, heated debates, and passionate discussions. You found yourselves challenging each other's viewpoints, pushing the boundaries of what you believed was possible, and refining your ideas until they were razor-sharp. Wanda's ability to think outside the box and approach problems from unconventional angles injected fresh energy into your projects.

What surprised you the most was the undeniable chemistry between the two of you. Despite your competitive history, your partnership unfolded with a sense of balance and harmony. Wanda's passion was infectious, igniting your own drive to achieve greatness. The moments of friction were offset by her unwavering determination and the genuine respect she showed for your skills

As for the other side of your relationship with Wanda, the two of you continued your secret hookups, during the late hours of the night when everyone had gone home, the only sounds that were to be heard in the building were moans and gasps of pleasure emitting from your office nestled on the uppermost floor.

This went on for a while. On certain evenings you showed up at her apartment after a grueling day of work looking to release stress. On other days wanda would simply barge into your office and take you right there on the desk, most of the time happening after her more frustrating phone calls.

The both of you brushing these encounters off as a way to relieve the stress from your highly demanding jobs. It became routine for the two of you. Once Wanda had wrapped up her work for the night she would make her way across the street to your office building, the glow of your still-lit workspace visible from the street below. timing it just as you signed off, she'd join you, and then the two of you would make your way to her place, On Occasion picking up takeout from that bistro on 42nd street if the mood struck you two. Arriving at her apartment, the memories would blur into a haze of red hair and fiery hands all over your body, the outside world fading away.

Once done with your rendezvous for the night you would slip out into the darkened city, with a wrinkled shirt and purple marks painted down your neck, only to repeat the same thing the very next day.

Soon the Nature of your relationship changed into something beyond physical desire.

Post-sex, you found yourself yearning for more than just a fleeting encounter. a desire to remain close to her in the aftermath of your passionate moments. It was you who took the initiative, reaching out for a deeper connection.

Wordlessly, your arm would drape over her waist, and you'd nuzzle your face into the comforting haven of her chest. This act of tenderness caught Wanda by surprise at first, yet she soon melted into the embrace, finding solace and warmth in your arms. The nights became more intimate, the two of you would stay up late in each other's arms sharing your secrets and fears, and dreams for the future. The dynamic between you and wanda changing into something more gentle and domestic.

Wanda was usually the first to fall asleep after the two of you had finished your activities for the night. Wrapping an arm around your waist and Snuggling her face into the warmth of your neck became a familiar routine for Wanda. Some nights, when sleep had yet to take over you, and the world was at rest, you spent your time observing the features of her face, being able to see her up close in such a relaxed and personal state was a privilege you were grateful to have.

During those nights. you took the opportunity to express the feelings you were too afraid to share when she was awake. With whispers of love and vulnerability, you spoke into the softness of her hair, letting your emotions flow freely in the silent embrace.

In your relationship with Wanda, she was often the one to express affection and openness, while you tended to be more reserved and hesitant. Love and relationships were something you weren't familiar with, which left you feeling intimidated and afraid of these feelings you had for Wanda. However, her endless patience and kindness were always there to remind you that there was no need to be hurried when Your presence alone would always be enough for her.

Some nights you didn't have sex at all. Wanda would whisk you away for a different kind of experience. She'd lead you to a charming dinner spot. The city lights would dance around you as you engaged in conversations that ranged from work to dreams, And although the night might not end in the same heated passion, the bond between you two only seemed to deepen with each moment spent in her presence.

After more stressful and exhausting days at the office, Instead of ripping each other clothes off the moment the door shut behind you two, you would take the time to unwind with each other. Having a glass of wine on the couch with your feet in Wanda's lap, her fingers tracing patterns into your skin as you listened to her tales about her work day. Together, you'd venture to the kitchen. Wanda's arms would wrap themselves around your waist, her chin on your shoulder watching your hands as they danced around the pots and pans.

Wanda was determined to create an environment where you felt truly at home. Wanting to provide you with a space where you felt comfortable and at ease. She stocked her bathroom with copies of your skincare products, she kept her fridge full of the food you liked and ridding the ones you didn't, and cleared out the nightstand on the left side of her bed so you could fill it with your items. subtle but meaningful gestures that made your heart swell.

It was unspoken. You and Wanda's devotion and loyalty to each other was something that didn't need affirmation. What you and Wanda felt for each other was something that didn't need to be addressed, or announced, Or shouted from the rooftops. It was just there. It was something intimate and private, an inevitable bond that simply was. It belonged solely to the two of you, existing in the moments you shared in your apartment or in Wanda's office during the late hours of the night. There was no need to flaunt it or make it known to the world; it was a precious and personal connection that only the two of you understood and cherished.

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The plan was perfect. Every detail and calculation was refined to perfection.

When Tony Stark approached Wanda on that misty September morning she knew her fate was already sealed.

"Think about it, Wanda. You can't withstand her for much longer," Tony's gaze bore into Wanda's, unwavering. "Her upcoming A.I. release next month will overwhelm your sales. Before you realize it, you'll be plummeting down the rankings."

Wanda listened, her thoughts racing as Tony's words sank in. She had always been fiercely competitive, determined to maintain her position at the top. But the reality of the situation was starting to dawn on her. Her rivalry with you had reached a critical juncture, and the consequences of losing seemed more dire than ever. As Tony continued to lay out his proposal, Wanda found herself grappling with a difficult decision, torn between her ambition and the mounting pressure of the business world.

“So you want me to Seduce y/n into a partnership and pursue a relationship with her so that we can secretly steal information from her company?” Wanda raised her eyebrows in disbelief at Tony's ridiculous plan.

“Precisely!” He smiled, smugly leaning back into the chair with one leg crossed over the other

“And once we have all the information we need the two of us will take her down and well secure our spot as the top engineering company in America” Tony finished, Proudly

Wanda narrowed her eyes at the man sitting across from her, adjusting herself so one elbow was placed on the arm of her chair. “And how do you expect this plan to work?”

“Because I did the same thing to Bruce Banner.”

Wanda's jaw clenched as she recalled the events from the previous year. Tony had cunningly sent in one of his assistants, an unfamiliar face to everyone. They had met a few times, She was captivating, intelligent, and calculating much like Wanda herself. she had seamlessly integrated herself into Bruce's inner circle. For a time, Bruce's company thrived under her influence. However, that facade shattered when Tony unveiled a new invention that seemed to have drawn direct inspiration from ideas and innovations that originally belonged to Bruce.

Over the course of the year, Bruce's company suffered a devastating decline.A company that had once held such promise was now struggling, all because of Tony Stark. It was cruel and vicious and completely Unfair.

But it was also successful, after that incident Tony was able to rise tremendoulsy throught the ranks, his buisness flourished. He was brining in triple the amound of money he had before and was becoming an A-level threat in the industry.

Wanda sucked on the inside of her cheek, considering the weight of his plan. A rush of excitement built up within her at the idea of this succeeding

“Your the only line we have to y/n, Wanda” Tony persisted, his voice laced with persuasion.

Wanda knew this was a complete violation of her basic morals. She knew this was a sick and twisted act that you would never forgive her for.

Yet, the tantalizing prospect of emerging victorious, finally ending the prolonged feud, and toppling you for good. Well. The offer was just too enticing to ignore.

Thus, a plan was crafted, woven from a web of secrecy and deceit. Wanda found herself entangled in a sinister dance with Tony Stark, each step taken dragging her deeper into the abyss of betrayal. Late-night meetings in dimly lit corners became the norm, their hushed conversations shrouded in the darkness of their shared ambition

As the months rolled on, the plan took shape like an intricate puzzle. Wanda's role was to discreetly gather crucial information about your company's groundbreaking AI technology and innovative designs. Her position provided her access to your most guarded secrets, allowing her to siphon off precious data bit by bit.

Everything was going accordingly. You were as unsuspecting as ever, completely unaware of the intricate web of deception that had been woven around you. Wanda played her part well, maintaining the facade of a loyal business partner while secretly funneling information to Tony Stark and Maximoff Industries. There was nothing stopping her. She could pratically see her success unfolding right before her eyes.

Everything was perfect.

Except there was one major miscalculation.

She had fallen in love with you.

she had fallen so deeply and irrevocably in love with you.

This was certainly not apart of the plan. Wanda didn't know when or how it happened. What was supposed to be a relationship built on a base of lies and betrayal in order to receive the upper hand, had evolved into something entirely different.

She had always sensed a intangible connection between the two fo you. Initially, she dismissed it as was pure chemical attraction and lust. Yet, as time passed she found herself becoming more drawn to you. It was like an unstoppable force, completely defying the boundaries of her carefully constructed plan.

She tried to push aside these feelings, to remind herself that this was all a means to an end. But the more she resisted, the stronger her emotions grew. It was in the way you looked at her, with tenderness and understanding. It was in the moments of vulnerability you shared, the quiet conversations that revealed the depths of your souls.

Wanda was surprised by the change in her emotions, and she struggled to comprehend how the lines between rivals and something more had blurred so effortlessly. The more time she spent with you, the more she uncovered the layers of your personality, and she found herself captivated by the person you were beneath the surface

Your profound gentleness was something that took her by surprise. You had gotten a bad rap in the industry, being painted as a heartless, ruthless competitor. Yet, the more time Wanda spent with you, the more she realized that those portrayals couldn't be further from the truth.

In moments of vulnerability, you were a steady anchor for her, providing the support and understanding she needed. Nights when work became too much for Wanda and everything felt like an overwhelming mess. You were there. Holding her head against the warmth of your chest as she poured out her fears, frustrations, and worries. The way you looked at her with such patience and tenderness created an indescribable feeling of belonging inside of her. There was no judgment or impatience in your gaze, only genuine concern and a willingness to be there for her.

She grew to find peace in your quietness, the simplicity of being able to just sit in the same room together in silence, without a need for words. Was something Wanda cherished, the intimacy and connection that she built with you was something she didn't know she had been craving for all these years.

Wanda's love for you felt overwhelming at times. Throughout the day, she often found herself entranced by the simplest of moments – watching you do mundane tasks like putting on makeup or answering emails. To her, you were a living work of art, and she couldn't help but wonder how a person could be so perfect

In your presence, Wanda felt like the luckiest person in the world. Your beauty, intelligence, grace, and talent left her in awe, and she felt incredibly privileged to be a part of your life. The way you carried yourself with confidence and poise, the way your laughter filled the room with warmth, and the way you effortlessly excelled in everything you put your mind to – it was all a marvel to her.

So how could she possibly tell you about the unforgivable acts she had committed over the past seven months? The betrayal gnawed at her heart, making it almost impossible to face you. The mere thought of losing you created a overwhelming sense of panic and dread inside her. Wanda knew that if you were to ever find out what she has been doing you'd be gone in an instant. This thought alone was enough to keep her from confessing the truth.

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Wanda's hands were hot on your waist, your feet stumbling behind you in an attempt to keep from falling backward. You felt yourself being propelled into her office, the door slamming shut with a swift kick from her foot. In one fluid motion, she spun you around, and your back made forceful contact with the hardwood material of her office door.

She brought her lips back to yours, reconnecting you into a bruising kiss. Your hands wrapped around her neck until they tangled themselves in her hair, pulling her face closer to yours. She moaned into your mouth, moving her hips until they were pressed right against yours, trapping you between her and the door.

Both of you being more desperate than usual after being trapped in endless meetings all week, barely having enough time to exchange pleasantries with each other.

“I missed you so much” she sighed against your lips, beginning to lose herself in the heated kiss, Wanda's hand moved to firmly squeeze the flesh of your ass, eliciting a gasp from you, which she took advantage of to slip her tongue into your mouth. Her lips then trailed down to your jaw, leaving wet kisses all the way down to your neck.

Her hands and lips were all over you, sending jolts of warmth straight to that spot in between your thighs. When she forced your thighs apart with her leg, her knee coming into straight contact with your pussy, you had to force yourself to pull away. Knowing where this exchange was headed,

“No, Wanda, not here," you protested, though her lips continued their journey, making it difficult for you to resist. When she pressed her lips against that spot behind your ear you had to exert self-control and gently push her away. "Someone will see," you tried to reason with her.

Wanda hummed, clearly not paying attention to anything that you were saying. “and plus, you have a meeting in” you glazed at your wrist watch “8 minutes!”

“Perfect, that's plenty of time” she smirked, clearly not concerned about the time constraints

“Wanda, I'm serious” you firmly spoke. Wanting to avoid any potential consequences.

“Okay okay” she finally relented stepping back in defeat, and you felt a sudden chill, immediately missing the warmth of her body “God, I'm so sick of all these board meetings” she grumbled in frustration.

“I know, it's been overwhelming lately” you responded with the same frustration as her, these past few weeks have been hell, leading up to the release of you and Wanda's newest project. the two of you spending almost every hour of the day locked in conference rooms with endless waves of snobby investors, reviewing contracts, and going over every last detail of the project. The pressure was immense, but the two of you were determined to make it a success. Long days turned into even longer nights, and exhaustion began to take its toll.

"I can't even remember the last time we had a proper date," you added with a hint of exhaustion in your voice, knowing that Wanda could relate. "But at least this is your last one for today. Who did you say it was with again?"

"No one important," she responded rather quickly, trying to downplay the significance of the meeting. But you could tell there was something more to it from the way she avoided making eye contact.

"Come on, Wanda, don't shut me out," you gently encouraged, reaching out to tilt her chin up so that she had to meet your gaze. "If it's bothering you, I want to know."

Wanda sighed, her guard slowly crumbling under your caring gaze. "It's just another potential investor," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration. "They've been hounding me for weeks, and I finally agreed to meet them today. But honestly, I don't have a good feeling about it."

You squeezed her hand reassuringly, understanding the pressure she was under. "you're an incredible businesswoman, and our company is doing amazing things. If this investor can't see that, it's their loss," you said, offering her a small smile

Wanda's lips curled up slightly. "You always know how to make me feel better," she said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

“Come by my apartment later?” her hands returned to your waist, softer this time “I want to see you.”

"I'll be there before you get home from work" you confirmed, caressing her cheek with your thumb. "I could use some time with you too."

Wanda's eyes glimmered with affection, and she leaned in to plant another tender kiss on your lips. "I can't wait," she whispered, her voice filled with eager anticipation. Reluctantly, you pulled away, playfully nudging her shoulder. "Okay, go. You can't be late."

“Yes ma’am” Wanda replied with a playful grin, giving your lips one last peck before quickly gathering her things and disappearing down the hallway.

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The night air was warm, and the streetlights cast a soft, golden hue on the sidewalk as you stepped out of your car, securing it with a click of the lock. Your gaze was drawn upwards to the towering black building that housed Wanda's apartment complex.

Amidst the sounds of speeding cars, the sidewalk remained sparsely populated, with only a few people making their way home from work. You strode into the building, warmly greeted by the opulence of the lobby—bright white lights and exquisite furnishings welcomed you. You exchanged a friendly smile with Liam, the receptionist, whom you had gotten to know quite well after numerous late nights spent sneaking out of Wanda's room, makeup slightly smudged with a pair of heels in your hand.

Once inside the elevator, you pressed the button for the top floor where Wanda's apartment awaited. Stepping out onto her floor, you walked down the dimly lit hall, reaching into your purse to retrieve the spare key she had given you.

Opening and closing the door with a click you were met with the darkness of Wanda's house. Placing your keys on the welcoming table next to the door you flicked on the lights to reveal the dark hardwood floors and pristine white countertops of Wanda's kitchen.

The air was scented with a hint of fresh flowers and the subtle fragrance of high-end perfumes,. You felt yourself relax into the familiar scent of Wanda. The apartment's interior boasted contemporary furnishings, luxurious fabrics, and tastefully arranged art pieces, creating a space that exuded both comfort and style. The night skyline, visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painted a mesmerizing scene as the city lights illuminated the room. The attached balcony provided a captivating view of the bustling city below while providing a comforting distance from its energetic pace.

You pulled at the collar of your shirt, the tight scratchiness of your work clothes made you cringe, quickly kicking off your heels you made a beeline to Wanda's room, heading straight for her closet. You shifted through her endless collection of expensive, pants, coats, blouses, and suits until you reached the drawer that housed her comfortable clothes.

Just as you were about to slip on a pair of her soft sweatpants, the loud sound of your phone ringing echoed throughout the empty apartment, startling you. Picking up your phone you were met with a notification from your reminders app

Send final draft to Natasha - due 12 pm

You groan at the thought of having to do any more work for the night, the idea of even opening your laptop made you want to cry. Deciding to just get it over with, You reached inside your purse, expecting to be met with the hard material of your laptop. instead, feeling the large emptiness of your purse. You sighed in frustration, you must have left it on your desk back at the office.

The exhaustion was taking its toll on you, and you knew you couldn't put off the task any longer. With a heavy heart, You made your way out of Wanda's room and down the hall to the doors of her home office. A wave of relief washed over you once you saw her laptop already hooked up to her two larger monitors. You had used Wanda's office a number of times, settling down into her large swivel chairs you moved around the mouse, the dark room being lit up by the bright light of the screen. The screen opened up to reveal the inbox of Wanda's emails. Realizing she must have forgotten to sign out you immediately moved your mouse to the corner of the screen heading for the switch accounts button, not wanting to invade her privacy.

However, your movements stopped when you noticed an email Chain between Wanda and Tony Stark. You paused. Why was she emailing Tony, one of your top competitors? You know you shouldn't have. You should have respected her privacy and clicked off. But curiosity got the best of you and you clicked on the most recent email.

Wanda,

It's been weeks now and you haven't given us any new information regarding Y/n L/ns newest designs, you were supposed to give us the blueprint to her A.I Robot last month. What is going on?

Tony Stark, Stark Industries

Sent today, 9:27 am

A cold sensation ran through your body, No. This wasn't what it looked like. Wanda would never do something like this. There had to be some sort of explanation for this. Your hands trembled as you scrolled through the email chain, desperately seeking some clarification or context that could explain why Wanda had shared your company's confidential information with Tony Stark. The more you read, the more your suspicions about wanda were confirmed.

The emails were filled with discussions about your latest projects, strategies, and even your upcoming releases. It was clear that Wanda had been feeding Stark Industries information about your company, and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. The trust you had in her was shattered, and you couldn't fathom why she would betray you in such a way.

As you continued to read, you noticed that there were times when Tony had pushed for even more sensitive information, and Wanda seemed hesitant and conflicted in her responses. It appeared as though she had some reservations about what she was doing, but she still continued the exchanges.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you read the emails, feeling like the ground beneath you was crumbling away. Wanda had been sharing your company's confidential information with Tony Stark, your biggest competitor. she had betrayed your trust and jeopardized everything you had worked so hard for.

Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, hurt, confusion, and sadness. You knew you needed to confront Wanda about this.

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Wanda's back throbbed with exhaustion, and her eyelids struggled to remain lifted as she wearily navigated down the hallway toward her penthouse. The meeting with potential investors had stretched far beyond her expectations, leaving her drained beyond her belief. She lazily fumbled with her keys and eagerly swung open the door ready to drop everything and crawl into bed with you.

Wanda nearly dropped her bag in shock when she flicked on the lights to reveal your figure seated in her kitchen, your limbs crossed, wearing an unreadable expression on your face.

“Jesus, y/n. You nearly gave me a heart attack” She sighed in relief, her hand dropping from its previous place on her chest. Her bag found its place on the floor, and she balanced on one foot, steadying herself on the wall as she undid the straps of her heels.“What are you doing still up? I thought you'd be asleep”

“Couldn't sleep,” your monotone reply cut through the air, your gaze drilling into Wanda's form.

Once she got her shoes off she moved closer to you ready to find out whatever was bothering you, but her movements faltered when she noticed a sea of spread-out papers covering her kitchen island, When she moved in closer to inspect them her face went pale.

There in front of her were dozens of printed-out copies of emails and documents between her and Tony. Stone cold undeniable evidence.

“Y/n. I can explain” Wanda's voice wavered, her gaze lifting from the incriminating evidence to meet your eyes,

"Explain?" you retorted, a mix of disbelief and anger coloring your tone. "How do you even begin to explain going behind my back for months, taking our confidential information, and then willingly giving it to our main competitor?

"It was never meant to go this far," Wanda pleaded, desperation lacing her voice. She knew this was bad. Nothing about this situation was justifiable. She had completely shattered your trust and violated the sanctity of your company.

"It's over. I stopped sending him information weeks ago," she continued, her voice quivering with remorse.

You stood up from your seat, putting distance between the two of you as you paced around the kitchen island. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air.

"Like that's supposed to make me feel better," you retorted. You began to pick up the scattered papers, each one a painful reminder of the breach of trust

Your heart ached as you revisited the documents. You had spent countless hours, pouring your soul into those blueprints and designs. They were a connection to your father, a legacy you held dear

"All of my work," you muttered, flipping through the papers with a mix of disbelief and anguish. Memories of the nights you had dedicated to perfecting your craft flooded your mind. Your father's legacy, his hard work and dedication, all of it felt tarnished by this revelation.

“My blueprints, my designs…My Father's designs!” you practically growled, slamming the documents onto the table. The sound echoed throughout the room. Your eyes welled with hot tears that threatened to spill out at any moment.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to figure out how she could have done this. Wanda. Your wanda. Your sweet, gentle Wanda who would never have even dreamed of hurting you, could do something so cruel.

“Y/n, im sorry. Im so sorry” Wanda's voice cracked, her own eyes brimming with tears as she met your gaze.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing emotions. "Sorry? Sorry doesn't even begin to cover it, Wanda," you said, your voice a mixture of hurt and anger. "You've not only betrayed me, but you've tarnished my father's legacy. How could you do this to me?"

Wanda's shoulders slumped, the weight of her actions bearing down on her. "I never meant for any of this to happen," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never thought it would spiral out of control like this.”

"You thought you could just play both sides and not face the consequences?" you shot back, your frustration boiling over. "And with Tony Stark of all people? Do you realize what you've done?"

Wanda reached out tentatively, her hand hovering in the air before she let it drop to her side. "I know I messed up, y/n. I know I hurt you” she said, her voice heavy with remorse.

"I-I wasnt thinking" she stuttered, her panic beginning to skin into her words. "And I let my own desperation cloud my judgment."

"You've completely shattered the trust I had in you," you said moving your face to the side away from Wandas. "I can't even look at you right now"

Wanda's tears finally spilled over, her hands shaking as she let out a choked sob. “Please y/n, I am so sorry” Wanda felt her heart begin to break. “I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. I swear to you”

As you looked at her, your anger began to fade, replaced by a profound sense of sorrow and loss. The weight of the situation bore down on you both, a heavy silence enveloping the room.

“Was it all a lie?” Your voice barely above a whisper, tiptoeing around the subject that had been an unspoken weight between you. The subject that neither of you had dared to address until this moment.

“No. Y/n, No” Wanda immediately responded, knowing exactly what you were referring to.

She swiftly closed the distance, her steps moved in sync around the kitchen island to stand before you. Her trembling hands reached out, an unspoken plea in her eyes as she gently took hold of your hands, her fingers brushing against yours.

“What I feel for you, the way you make me feel. It was never a lie.” The honesty and desperation poured into her words. Wanda's love for you was sacred to her. Something that grew to become a part of her. Something that she would never lie to you about.

“And how do you expect me to believe that.” you fired back at her.

Wanda felt a lump forming in her throat, struggling to find the words to bridge the gap between you. You were right, how could you believe her when the past 6 months had been nothing but a lie “Please. Y/n, Please”

“How long have you been doing this? When did it start?” you interrogated her, your demeanor completely shifting from hurt to anger “And I swear to god, don't you dare lie to me.”

Wanda's eyes dropped to the floor, the weight of her actions heavy on her shoulders. Her grip on your hand loosened, her fingers sliding back to her sides as if she felt unworthy of your touch. Her voice was a quiet murmur, laden with shame. “That first night in the conference room. Right after we had sex.”

Once you heard that piece of information it felt like something died inside you, all your fears and doubts being confirmed in an instant. Your expression went dark as you turned your head away from Wanda and began to collect your things.

“I'm going to contact my lawyer to work out a lawsuit against you and stark industries” you stated firmly. Not looking up from where you were pilling your belongings into your bag. “And after that, I never want to see you again.”

With your bag securely packed you turned to make your exit, brushing past Wanda, completely ignoring her gaze refusing to be swayed by any emotions that might try to cloud your judgment.

Wanda's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. "Wait, y/n, please. Don't do this" she begged, reaching out to you, her hand trembling slightly as if trying to hold onto something slipping through her fingers.

“Please. I love you.” Wanda's words hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions wash over you.

You paused for a moment, screwing your eyes shut as your back remained face to Wanda.

The two of you have never said those words before. Mainly because there was no need. You both felt it. You both knew it was there. But hearing it out loud. now. under these circumstances, made it feel like someone was tearing your heart into two.

Without waiting for a response, you turned and walked away, leaving Wanda behind in a silence so loud she felt it might consume her.

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୨ৎ : shoto got his brother touya into modelling too! although it took a bit of convincing, he eventually agreed. it's not his main career at the moment, but he's enjoying it as he tries to figure out what he wants to do in life. ୨ৎ : tsu has doxxed MANY people (haters). beware before you post smack about her or her friends because trust you'll find your ip address in your comments. ୨ৎ : iida also likes painting! he mostly paints geometrical shapes with muted colors when he's going through writers block. ୨ৎ : ochaco is a big fashion girlie! when she's not feeling tired or lazy, trust she'll glam out! (pro hero money PAYS) ୨ৎ : izuku has many fan boys and girls of his own (just like how he fanboyed over all might in his student days). he is grateful for their admiration!

ᯓ★» AUTHOR'S NOTE !

my au my rules i don't want anyone of you commenting on izuku's quirk situation. "ermm that's not accurate to the lore 🤓☝️" SHUSHH. do you guys like the little random things i gave them to do on their side!!!! also also pretend they do have those official tick marks bc i added those later but felt lazy and didn't update the screenshots.

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vicmillen · 9 months ago

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Random LU/LU au headcanons that I really like:

Four is the actual oldest. Just, the irony of the team's shortest being a man in his mid thirties? Beautiful.

None of them is 'normal', none. They each appeared to be, depending on the occasion, but none of them is normal.

Wild, Time and Legend suffer from the resting bitch face syndrome. Well resting blank face, as I prefer to call it. It's just how they looks when they're relaxed. They do tend to make somewhat of an cold first impression because of it.

Time's age doesn't match his appearance. But he isn't older then he looks, he's younger. He somehow got stuck as a kid after Termina and resulted to magical intervention (again) to grow up. If it overshot by a few years or seven... Well at least he's tall now, and the difference between 18 and 25 isn't that obvious anyway.

Time also get his marks and lost his eye somewhere around that 'second growth spurt'. He never told people how exactly he got them, because he isn't entirely sure either. The whole few weeks around that time are a blurry mess in his memory. Same with his exact age, he doesn't know because he's adopted by a tree, and trees aren't the best at keeping Hylian months.

Wild doesn't have visible scars, like at all, not before the shrine and not after. It is actually unnerving how he heals completely. However the scars does shows up if you use any kind of truth revealing items. Like Legends magic mirror or Time's mask/lens. And Robbie's goggles too. Under those lenses Wild glows with Sheikah tech blue, because there's so many patches that the shrine of resurrection has to make.

On the topic of healing, Wild consumes food the way Master Cycle Zero consumes fuel. He doesn't need to eat physical to heal, just burns them through his slate. It's just one of the things that became his new normal after the shrine. He's part divine beast now...

Wind owns a eye patch and wears black 'eyeliner'. The eye patch is for battle on a ship, to keep one eye acclaimed to darkness in case they need to barge under deck. The black paint under the eyes is for reducing glare from the waves, according to Tetra at least. Obviously he don't wear the eye patch when he's on land, but still.

Wild (and most of the chain too, actually) gets non-verbal when they're stressed. Tho the others have more experience with managing communication, and Wild just, never needed to.

Sky needs that much naps because he sleeps very poorly. Out of everyone in the chain he is the surprising insomniac, staying up well past midnight and sometimes crashing in mid day as a result. Sleeping with others close by helps tho, small mercies.

There's more, oh so much more, but I hit post instead of edit in the drafts (again) so here we are...

#linked universe #lu #lu chain #lu wild #lu time #lu legend #lu sky #lu four #lu wind

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razbrry · 7 months ago

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Can we get headcannons for Grelle and Angelina with an s/o that really just loves them? Like they love complimenting these women, giving them gifts, and expressing their love physically and verbally?

note💋— going up and beyond for our stunning women in red? sign me up!! i love this imagine, im like giggling and kicking my feet they deserve so much. (gulp i like redcliff

when you’re a truly loving and over-achieving partner— ft. angelina and grell

angelina—❦

“well aren’t you just the sweetest thing?”

oh she is absolutely loving your affections.

where do we start?

angelina LIVES for those verbal affirmations, the solace she finds in them knows no bounds. and the gift giving? this is all too much.

and you know what? she’s standing proud about it. and you’ll find that she isn’t arrogant about it whatsoever.

positive trait of her’s; angelina knows her worth!

she knows she’s a powerful woman, and adores you for your compliment that.

let me tell you about the butterflies she gets.

angelina would be getting ready, accessorizing with those darling pearl pieces you mindlessly gifted to her the other day.

because they ‘bring out the glowing edges of her complexion’.

you big sap oh my lord just say the pearled jewelry looks pretty on her. when you begin wording such things with an extra extravagance, her heart flutters.

we’re not exaggerating, we truly love and pay attention to every inch of this woman.

you’d come up behind her, muttering about the complimentary shades of red from her gown, wrapping your arms around her waist and holding her close.

oh, she could just eat you up!

angelina feels so truly cherished by you. she’s eternally grateful that her lover recognizes her elegance and treats her as such.

expect to be pulled in by your chin, those red lipstick marks painting every inch of your face. you’d look so pretty in red for her! ♥️

she cares for you so deeply, your efforts only deepen what you have further.

and she’s lovin’ it!

grell—❦

crashing out. SHE’D CRASH OUTTT.

what do you mean she ‘looks like a goddess in that outfit?’

like yeah she’s a grim reaper, a divine being, but goddess— wait… where’d grell go?

oh, the twitching puddle next to your leg.

we know grell is all in for the theatrics.

always playing the dangerously irresistible damsel, like seriously the whole nine yards.

now it’s not so silly, huh?

not really an angst, but it *is* quite sad how grell finds this treatment LEGENDARY.

well, it truly is, but oh dear,

the complimenting was enough to send her through the roofs!!

until you begin to spread your amour for her further and further:

“for me? FOR ME?! ugh, darling, take me away to the moon where we can flaunt our shared ecstasy without a care in the world! these are simply to die for!”

…yeah i think she likes the heels you bought her!

babe the only thing grell has received recently is her death scythe back from her temporary termination. your gifts absolutely rock!

she gets all jumpy and giddy, her appreciation is most visible than anything else.

we love our enthusiastic girl, and she loves you.

what you can’t quite compare with her other appreciative tendencies is the way she handles receiving physical touch.

you can feel her stop in her tracks, slowing down for a deep breath as she melts into your embrace.

grell shuts up on camera not clickbait???

no please don’t shut up.

you like to show you care by genuinely listening to all of her tacky commentary.

she’s so perfect for you, please keep being peculiar, grell!!

she’d most definitely love pda with you

hell, she has a blast doing anything with you. she’s being cherished! or as she’d say;

“worshiped!”

#black butler #grell sutcliff #angelina dalles #madam red #grell sutcliff headcanons #angelina dalles headcanons #grell #black butler manga #kuroshitsuji #redcliff #black butler fanfiction #black butler hcs #i love women

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donutz · 11 months ago

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Craftycorn x reader fluff alphabet[4/8]

—☆You are a smiling critter in this, if u want to know which one(but don't know what animal or insect to pick) you could start out as a sheep!

Affection(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

— She can be pretty affectionate, in giving her art to you

— She shows affection in other ways, so if you don’t like getting gifts that’s fine(barely), she wouldn’t even mind if you didn’t want to receive them at all(lies), just don’t make it seem too personal

— In other ways she shows it by giving you her art, when you receive it you always see erased pencil marks, makes you think she wants her art to be just perfect for you

— You can see the erased scribbles over her art she made out of anger

— Craftycorn may be shy but when it comes to art a whole new body is unleashed

Best friend(How would they be as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

— It would start with her showing her art to you

— You complimented it, saying it was amazing, her toy-like heart beating a little faster once she heard it from your voice box

— You even started wanting to see her drawing process, it made her love you even more, as a best friend. Maybe.

Cuddles(Do they cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

— Cuddles sometimes, loves it, but doesn’t do it alot, but it’s often, like she doesn’t do it too much but she still does it

— She isn’t too keen on physical touch(like she doesn’t absolutely love it, like a lot, but loves it… It's pretty confusing), she doesn’t mind it though

— Would cuddle if you asked, she loves it so she wouldn’t mind at all

— Butttt if she’s staying up making art(which isn’t good for her, even as a toy) you can drag her to bed and she will 100% cuddle with you while sleeping

— She’d try cuddling while doing art, but apparently she needs two hooves for that(to still the paper), so you can’t cuddle as much

— But she is practicing on how to draw with one hoof, just so she can cuddle with you and then you’ll both be happy

Domestic(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

— If settling down means doing art then yeah, she would LOVE to ‘settle down’

— When she is actually ‘settling down’ she’s usually doing art

— Not so good with cooking, but good with baking, she likes the sweet smell, and usually the food that’s being baked is full of color

— Despises cleaning, the mess is art! What do you mean the paint on the floor is bad? It’s beautiful! You just don’t understand what art is…

— Even if she’s doing the cleaning with you she’ll drag herself around, not even so you can carry her she just really hates cleaning

Ending(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

— :(

— She'd put it on paper, she wouldn’t even call it art

— “I need space… Sorry.” Then on the sides of the sentence it would be half of a heart

— She barely even put color so you know she feels horrible about it

Fiance(How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)— Idkk…

— Wouldn’t do it first, you gotta do it

— Kiddy way because I don’t know her ageee

— Her dress would be FULL of color, and would have a blue ringpop

Gentle(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

— She’s pretty gentle, not with her art

— She can go insane and get insane with her art

— It’s scary

— But to you? Yeah she’s gentle, she doesn’t know how to really.. Go with hugs, so sometimes she can squeeze too hard

— Then she asks if she squeezed too hard

— She’s trying to work on it

Hugs(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

— Wouldn’t... Mind hugs... At the least…

— Just don’t hug her when she’s ‘arting’ she calls it

— Especially when she’s visibly mad

— Honestly just leave her alone until she’s done with her art piece

— She doesn’t often do hugs, as in she doesn’t really give them, but when you do it, it can be sometimes

— If she hugs you first then you better say thank you because that’s the only hug you’ll get from her for the next 2 weeks

— She’s trying her best to put love into her hugs, she isn’t really into physical touch, though she does put a lot of love into her hard squeezes

I love you(How fast do they say the L-word?)

— She’s only say(draw) over paper

— She’d put so much color on it and make it so loving

— She’s too shy to verbally say it

— “I love you” Like really quick and then she runs away

— If it was on paper then it’d be those words with a bunch of amazingly shaded vibrant hearts around it

Jealousy(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

— It’s rare for her to be jealous, but it is scary

— She can seem very off when she’s really jealous

— She stays away from you for awhile, doing art to distract her from the fact you were with someone else

— You can try to talk to her but she’ll give you the cold shoulder

Kisses(What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

— Her kisses can be quite rare, so appreciate it while you can

— Her kisses are pretty much just love

— Like her kisses are synonyms to love.

— She likes kissing the back of your hand and your forehead

— It's just something about forehead kisses that have a lot of meaning.

— LOVES kisses on the cheek, she gets even more shy

— THIS IS A MOMENT HISTORY, TAKE A PICTURE?!?!

Little ones(How are they around children?)

— I just might repeat this in every smiling critter fluff alphabet, there is NO having kids with the critters.

— But anyways, she really brings out the creativity in the kids, especially the older and younger ones

— You don't know why, but you feel proud whenever she's getting along with the kids even with her shy personality

Morning(How are mornings spent with them?)

— You're the one who always wakes up first, she can get really tired from spending a lot of time on art

— Butttt, you never wake her up, she needs as much sleep as possible.

— Being an artist makes you pretty sleep deprived(╥_╥)

Night(How are nights spent with them?)

— Sometimes you drag her to bed

— She'll say, “Noo… I need to art…”

— You should feel special, you're the only one who's able to drag her away from arting

— She gets knocked out like a light though so it isn't THAT hard to get her to sleep

Open(When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

— Probably would never open up

— For Craftycorn it takes a lot of convincing to have her open up… Because usually shy artists have… A little somethin goin on

— It's a slow process really

— She's never going to spill it out by herself

— Wouldn't do it even if you ask her

Patience(How easily angered are they?)

— Could get annoyed if you bother her while she's arting(like when she's frustrated about her drawing)

— She wouldn't really get mad at you when she's just regularly doing art

— Unless she figures out that you're purposefully distracting her

— Then she'll tell(ask) you to stop

— I mean she'll listen when you're talking but when you're repeatedly asking her questions?

— You might as well just shut up.

Quizzes(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

— Remembers EV-ERY-THING.

— When you change your opinion in the SLIGHTEST, she will be like, “But didn't you just say..?”

— You kinda don't get how she can keep up with everything you say

— I guess it means she really was paying attention while she was drawing…

Remember(What is their favorite moment in the relationship?)

— The first time you complimented her art.

Security(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

— Isn't too protective, she thinks you can handle yourself

— In a physical fight she'll just run away with you

— She's not leaving you behind unless she's comin’ back

— She thinks she can handle herself

— She can! With art and physical fights

— I feel as if she'd randomly know Taekwondo or something

Try(How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

— Dates? What, you mean doing art together? Yea, her amount of effort goes through the roof

— She even tries to tone down her anger if her drawing doesn't go the way she wanted it to

— That means you're reallyyyy special, y'know that?

— On the anniversary she would paint, somehow manage to get a frame, and put it together, then she'd give it to you

— She'd do it before the anniversary since it took some time

— She woke up earlier than you on that day and gave you the frame

— Her gifts are her art, so you KNOW that she puts effort into it

— But chores she barely does em(and hates them)

Ugly(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

— If you're the type of person who wants physical affection but hates asking, the fact Craftycorn waits until you ask might be an ick

— When she spends hours and hours on an art piece and barely gets sleep

— Her deal with cleaning

Vanity(How concerned are they with their looks?)

— Maybe if she went black and white one day she'd paint colors all over herself and go insane if the colors only ended up being the same colors as her

— If that doesn't happen she doesn't really care, as long as she has 3 or more different colors on her she'll be fine

Whole(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

— She'd be really sad, everyday, it would demotivate her to do art

— Huge art block

— She wouldn't even be known as Craftycorn anymore, just corn

Xtra(A random headcanon for them.)

— Her love language is quality time and gift giving, she loves quality time just a little bit more than gift giving

Yuck(What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

— You insulting her art, jokingly or not, don't do that, it's not funny( `ε´ ).

Zzz(What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

— Snores very loud

— Even if she's a quiet toy it doesn't mean she has quiet snores

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanfic #poppy playtime x reader #smiling critters #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gn reader #craftycorn #craftycorn x reader #craftycorn x gender neutral reader #smiling critters x reader #smiling critter x gender neutral reader

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fwoomp-me-up · 3 months ago

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Critter Exhibition

Another HDG blurb. ~1100 words starring an eager little critter and some waxing about the nature of post-terranism. An adaptation of @squeakitties type rubbercritters in the far flung floret future.

Scene: A sterile, brightly lit examination room. The former-terran subject–now an elegantly reshaped, latex-clad quadruped–stands obediently in the center, visor-dimmed eyes wide but docile, their body glittering under the artificial lights. A trio of affini observe, murmuring in awe as they circle the subject, inspecting every inch of their newly modified form, while a forth stands off to the side, clearly pleased with his work.

An observer, running a vine along the creature's sleek, rubbery side, is the first to comment. "Absolutely stunning work. It's remarkable how little of their original human shape remains. Every trace of bipedalism is gone, and their balance is perfect. The transition to quadruped posture couldn't be more seamless..."

Another, lifting one of the subject's paws, admires the refined digits. "Incredible. Look at it, no lingering awkwardness of terran hands or feet. Just these elegant limbs, perfectly adapted to their new life. You've truly outdone yourself with this one."

A third, noting the subject's exaggerated curves, nods approvingly, "And these enhancements… breathtaking. The way the latex smooths their shape, functional *and* aesthetically pleasing... Ooh, I can feel them quivering! It's like it's trying not to melt under the praise, hmm?"

The first leans in to examine the subject's face. Not a trace of humanity left in its shiny, expressionless mask. "So far removed from their human shape, and so clearly enjoying themselves. Tell me, how long did it take for final traces of their former life to fade?"

The procedure specialist, stone-faced (literally: he wears a thin, gently curved sheet of slate painted with simplistic markings) but with leaves vibrating to show their own satisfaction, answers "Not long at all, actually. The body and mind were already so eager for the transformation. The training and physical therapy phases didn't take long at all, either. They've embraced every bit of it–craved it and now the attention that comes with it.

The subject shudders, trying so hard to remain still, but every word of praise makes it harder to contain themselves. The specialist finally addresses the subject directly.. "You've done very well, my pet, holding so still." he says. "But I think we've kept you waiting long enough. Go ahead, relax. Let yourself feel."

With permission granted, the subject immediately drops, rolling over onto their back with a low, trembling whimper, the tension releasing as they writhe slightly, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment. Their tail twitches, their body finally allowed to fully respond to the overwhelming stimulation of touch and praise.

The second observer laughs softly, watching the subject's blissful reaction and gently stroking its belly, their touch light but calculated. "They're practically vibrating with pleasure. I can't tell what's more satisfying–the work you've done or watching them revel in it."

The specialist, audibly (but not visibility) smirking. "Why not both? After all, it's exactly what was asked for. Begged, in fact."

The subject continues to whimper and squirm on the table, soaking in every word, every touch, reveling in the perfection of their new existence, heart racing with satisfaction and feeling seen for what they've become.

The group has retired to an observation lounge. They sit comfortably, sharing notes and discussing their areas of recent study. The conversation turns to the field of xenobioengineering in other sophont species.

The specialist, Doctor Xelran, 113th bloom, stirs a glass of mineral water with a vine. "It's interesting, isn't it? This desire for transformation, for shedding one's natural form in favor of something more 'primal' or 'animalistic.' Certainly not unique to Terrans, but they do seem to take it to a new level. It reminds me of the occasional cases of 'therianism' we've observed in other xenosophonts, though it's been much less dramatic, historically."

Letharia, 67th bloom, the first observer–primarily interested in xenopsychology, but with an eye for bioaesthetics–nods. "Ah, yes, the Xa'a-ackétøth, were a recent example. Their version was indeed more subtle–less about becoming something 'other' and more about reconnecting with their ancient, feral selves. Interesting how some of them, after domestication, expressed the desire to shed their higher cognitive functions in order to embrace their baser, predatory nature.

Xelran leans forward. "Exactly, the Xa' who exhibited those desires simply wanted to experience the raw physicality of their ancestors. Unburdened by their strategic minds, reverted to more animalistic behavior in the water. Some sought to have permanent restrictions on speech, and others thought. Always about the return to nature–not the extreme modifications some of the Terrans seem to crave.

Zynestra, 42nd bloom, particularly interested in the blending of biological and synthetic elements, expresses her amusement with another wispy laugh. "It's almost quaint compared to what we see with the Terrans. The Xa' just want to swim and hunt, race through the water in their sleek, predatory forms, but it doesn't go much beyond that. And even then, it's rare to see them request any sort of biological alterations, let alone exploring their primal urges.

The third guest–Orlith, 3rd bloom, mostly excited that he got an invite, but strongly interested in the frontiers of what genetic alteration promises to eager florets–finally chimes in. "And then you have the Rinians. To the little mad scientist squirrels, Therianism is practically a joke to them–a curiosity and nothing more. Not interested in anything but perfecting their genius-level brains, faster reflexes, or whatever lets them handle multiple experiments at once." The subject softly whined from the foot of Orlith's chair, as his vines had–abit– briefly halted their caress. A mistake quickly rectified.

Xelran nods in agreement as the subject purrs and vibrates. "Exactly, they'll request to modify themselves for things like extra limbs or split consciousness, but absolutely reject anything of becoming more 'animal-like' as a potential threat to their efficiency."

Letharia laughs, recalling one rare Rinian who argued they could be both a genius and a primal beast at the same time. "Sharpened claws and wild teeth, while simultaneously requesting enhanced cognition. Chaotic, as only a Rinian can be, but at least they seemed delighted with the results.

"It's fascinating how varied the reactions are between species," Xelran notes, "some of these terrans crave this deep, almost spiritual connection with their transformed selves. Desiring to *feel* like beasts, not just think or act like them. And beyond that, willing to push boundaries in ways we haven't seen in ages. Their fascination with becoming something *other* has allowed us to explore bioengineering techniques we haven't had need to touch in centuries. They *want* to be transformed in the most dramatic ways possible."

Orlith, taking care to continue patting the subject, who is resting contentedly now, agrees. "Well, I suppose it's up to us to help them find exactly what they're looking for. Their willingness to embrace such radical transformation is both admirable and, at times, a little… unsettling, don't you think?"

Xelran laughs, appreciating the irony of an Affini raising such a concern. "It's certainly something to reflect on. But as long as they're content, that's what this is all for, no?"

The group hums in agreement, casting glances at the latex-clad quadruped beneath them, who continues to revel in the attention, totally at ease.

#hdg #ΘΔ #rubber creature #my writing

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randomfanner · 1 year ago

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Lae'zel SFW Headcanons

We love us the hot Githyanki girlfriend who would probably put me into the ground for a number of reasons. She's a sweetheart underneath all the violent tendencies though!

When Lae'zel decides she is going to do something, she does it to the extremes. So when Lae'zel decides she is going to try and do things the way an istik would do romance, she goes to Gale. Gale suggest she cook a romantic dinner for you two and even suggests some food items!

issue is Lae'zel does not know how to cook, but she is going to figure it out. She tries to make some of the foods Gale suggested but uh- Lae'zel should not be allowed to cook.

She nearly burns the camp down and is frustrated how it went wrong. The best thing you can do is offer to cook with her to cheer her up and also maybe teach her how to cook.

Well cooking is off the table for Lae'zel, she actually does a fair amount of hunting. She will disappear into the woods and come back with a number of fish, mammals and birds to be prepared. She doesn't usually bring back forage but if something caught her eye she might.

Later in your relationship with Lae'zel she might stop after seeing a patch of flowers and... bring you some. She is very rough when giving them and may even lose a few petals but it is very sweet.

Lae'zel takes care of everyone's weapon of course, however your weapons? She makes sure to check, prepare and sharpen until she is certain that your weapon will not fail you no matter what. Honestly with how aggressive she is with it, she may have broken a blade.

Of course she would only get angry with the blade. "If it cannot survive maintenance it should have never been carried in the first place! Here, this shall work well I work on procuring a better one."

If you compliment her on doing a good job with your weapon she is going to be proud of herself. It was to be expected of course, you better not have been surprised.... but it makes her happy.

Lae'zel wants to carry you and don't try to stop her. She normally wouldn't like the idea of literally carrying someone but having you close and in her arms make her... very happy.

But anyone pointed out how happy she looked or the fact she was carrying you she might put you down, after all cannot be looking weak but.... she will want to do it later.

Lae'zel is a very physical person over all and I think she likes to have her hands on you a lot. Tracing battle scars and other marks, having a hand firmly on your ass to assert dominance, giving you kisses on the neck, all sorts of things.

Also marking. Prepared to be bit by sharp teeth in visible places so everyone knows you are Lae'zel's. She wants to make sure everyone understands the things she has done to you even if she cannot simply show you off after she has had a night with you.

When Lae'zel starts to see more color in the world, due to you I think that she may... try and paint it. She has seen others paint before how hard could it be?

And she finds herself enjoying it. Nothing is all that great at first, but in away it is like splattering blood on the battle field with a paint brush. She paints the sunrise and set, the stars and comets shooting across the night skies, the forests and where you have been.... and well it takes her awhile to get anything good...

She rather does like painting you.

#lae'zel #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #lae'zel x tav #bg3 lae'zel #lae'zel of k'liir #lae'zel bg3 #lae'zel baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel x reader

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hexfloog · 4 months ago

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He's all done!! Previous WIPs here.

So this is my personal con badge! I've been to enough anime cons in my area in the last few years-- always attending in Detco cosplay or with The Boy Himself-- that other, more seasoned con regulars have started to recognize me as the Conan Guy LMAO

Just thought it was time to give myself some personal con flair ;) I think it came out well for the most part, I'm definitely rusty when it comes to traditional art and all the decision-making that comes with it, but it's reassuring that I could still pull it off at all to reach an end result I'm mostly satisfied with.

Secrets below the break >:) I may or may not have snuck some things into this one teehee

(Sorry for the shaky video, my hands aren't so steady when handling a camera)

So those raised details you see in the video above are actually UV paint! My intent was to hide some self-indulgently Evil Conan... things in plain sight that could only be revealed under black light, but the effect ended up being super weak and the result is both underwhelming and hard to see even in its intended environment ;-; I'm still pretty bummed about it, but since the paint has some physicality to it, it creates raised edges. Which I guess I'll take as a consolation prize.

The text says "GOD AND THE DEVIL, ONE AND THE SAME," there's a broken halo over his head, blood on his fingers and throat, and his eyes and mouth glow, too. The tattoos/markings along his face and wrists were sort of previously depicted here-- things that are supposed to be visible only to those who can see deep past the facade, and when his composure starts to falter-- but like everything else they didn't show up so well in the final product :(

Here's a scan of the final artwork (left) vs the digital draft for the UV paint (right). If you shine a UV light on the final piece, these details are all there, but they're tough to see. In retrospect, I may have been able to pull this off much better on darker paper.

So yeah! This actually ended up being much larger than I anticipated, and combined with the inherent fragility of the UV paint I ended up making a copy of the final scan and sticking it in a specialty badge holder. Probably for the best since I wouldn't want to damage the original, anyway.

I'll be wearing this to all anime cons I attend in the future, so maybe if we cross paths you'll get to see it in person ;) And if you were at Nan Desu Kan last weekend you already did snfnfnfnf

#art #dcmk #edogawa conan #evil conan au #traditional art #queue

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usafphantom2 · 3 months ago

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A U.S. B-52H Bomber Has Received An Incredible Throwback Color Scheme

The B-52H 61-0028 has the forward fuselage, wings near the wingtips, engine nacelles, and vertical stabilizer painted in dayglo orange, contrasting the typical dark gray paint of the Stratofortress.

David CenciottiLast updated: October 1, 2024 4:44 PM

B-52 orange

A U.S. Air Force B-52H Stratofortress bomber has been spotted sporting an amazing retro color scheme recently. The BUFF (Big Ugly Fat Fellow) was photographed taking off from Tinker Air Force Base, Oklahoma, home of the Oklahoma City Air Logistics Complex, by our friend Rob Stephens at Redhome Aviation, on Sept. 30, 2024.

The B-52H 61-0028 has the forward fuselage, wings near the wingtips, engine nacelles, and vertical stabilizer painted in dayglo orange, contrasting the typical dark gray paint of the Stratofortress.The NB-52sThe Oklahoma City ALC

We reached out to Rob who provided us a lot of additional details about this cool paint job.

“Somewhere around the middle of September 2023, B-52H 61-0028 arrived at Tinker AFB after a training sortie,” he told us in an email. “I don’t have the full details and the damage appears far below what would necessitate an Accident Investigation Board, but I understand the flaps were over sped sometime before the landing at Tinker. Scuffs and dents are visible on the side of the aircraft, as if the flaps made physical contact with the fuselage. Crews from Barksdale were dispatched to Tinker to inspect the aircraft and prepare her for the flight home”.

On Sept. 22, 2023 the B-52 was flown back to Barksdale Air Force Base, Louisiana, “with her flaps-up, making quite the stunning departure”, says Stephens.

Flaps up departure.

“One of the greatest things about living where I do is being able to photograph the fantastic work of the 565th Aircraft Maintenance Squadron as the B-52s go through programmed depot maintenance. While a rare occurrence, there are times where the aircraft will fly “naked” without paint between completion of PDM (Programmed Depot Maintenance) and their appointment for paint.”

PDM is a very complex process that each B-52 undergo every four years, made of heavy checks, during which the aircraft is almost completely disassembled and each part is inspected and all defects are fixed before they are rebuilt and sent back to their home stations as they were (almost) brand new. Even the paint is stripped off the entire airframe so that technicians can analyze every part of the aircraft and make repairs where needed.

B-52H 61-0028 “Wolfpack” flew on Aug. 26, 2024 mostly without paint and an orange rudder, that showed she was headed towards a special paint job.

B-52H 61-0028 “Wolfpack” on Aug. 26, 2024. Only the rudder is pained in orange.

“The final paint scheme on 61-0028 is a heritage back to the early days of the [NASA] B-52 testing campaigns, such as NB-52A 52-0003, which carried the North American X-15 in 1959. This paint is similar to the famous NB-52B 52-0008, but more closely resembles 52-0003. Her forward fuselage, wings near the wingtips, engine nacelles, and vertical stabilizer are painted in dayglo orange, contrasting the typical dark gray paint of the Stratofortress. Her “OT” and “49 TES” tail markings, black arrow point on the tail, and “U.S. Air Force” on the fuselage will be applied while she is at Barksdale AFB, LA.”

Close up on the B-52H 61-0028 taking off from Tinker AFB on Sept. 30, 2024.

The NB-52s

In mid-1957, NASA decided to switch the launch aircraft (or “mothership”) for the X-15 hypersonic research project from the B-36 Peacemaker to the B-52 Stratofortress. The B-36 was nearing the end of its service life, and it was anticipated that maintaining a single B-36 after its retirement would be difficult due to the lack of spare parts. As the X-15 program moved forward, the NB-52A and NB-52B Stratofortresses were selected to serve as the launch platforms, with the NB-52B 52-0008 continuing in this role until its final mission in November 2004, while the NB-52A 52-0003 was retired earlier in 1969.

NB-52A 52-0003 with X-15

The NB-52B essentially functioned as a flying launch pad, operating at altitudes of nine miles to provide the necessary propellants, gases, and electrical power to the rocket planes it carried. To enable this, the aircraft’s right wing was reinforced and fitted with a pylon capable of supporting payloads exceeding 50,000 pounds—about a fifth of the aircraft’s own weight. This capacity made the Stratofortress an invaluable tool for numerous aeronautical research projects, including those that eventually influenced the Space Shuttle program.

The re-engineered NB-52B helped prove the viability of the Space Shuttle’s steep gliding landings by launching several wingless lifting bodies, which demonstrated the feasibility of such an approach. Additionally, the NB-52B played a critical role in testing parachutes that recovered the Space Shuttle’s solid rocket boosters and the drag chute used during Shuttle landings. Despite the aircraft’s age and rising maintenance costs, it continued to be used for various advanced research programs, including launching remotely piloted vehicles, drones, and experimental payloads in the 1970s and 1980s.

Beyond its role in launching aircraft, the NB-52B also contributed to research on wake turbulence, served as a gunnery target, and tested pollution-reducing fuel additives, once flying as a ten-engine jet with additional engines mounted beneath the bomb bay. Notably, during the X-38 program, it deployed the largest parafoil in history, which had a surface area larger than a Boeing 747’s wing.

A NASA Lockheed TF-104G Starfighter (serial N824NA) flies chase on the NASA Boeing NB-52B sporting a silver paint scheme during a DAST ARW-1 captive flight on 14 September 1979. The TF-104G was produced for Germany with the USAF s/n 63-3065, Luftwaffe serials 27+37. It was transferred to NASA in 1975 as N824NA. After retirement it went to the California Polytechnic Institute and is today on display at the Estrella Warbirds Museum, Paso Robles, California (USA). The Boeing RB-52B-10-BO Stratofortress (USAF s/n 52-0008) was converted to the NB-52B and retired on 17 December 2004. since then it is on permanent display at the west gate of Edwards Air Force Base, California. (NASA photo by Bob Rhine)

The NB-52B’s final mission was in 2004 when it launched the X-43A, which achieved Mach 9.6 with the world’s most powerful air-breathing engine. After decades of service and a vital contribution to aviation and space research, the aircraft was officially retired on December 17, 2004, at a ceremony at NASA’s Dryden Flight Research Center.

At the time of its retirement, “Balls 8” (from its NASA tail number, 52-008, where the leading zeroes and the final digit are commonly referred to as “Balls” in military slang) was the oldest B-52 still in active service and the only one not of the H model. It also had the fewest total flight hours of any operational B-52.

The aircraft is now on permanent public display near the north gate of Edwards Air Force Base in California.

The Oklahoma City ALC

As mentioned earlier, Rob Stephens lives near Tinker AFB, allowing him to photograph the aircraft undergoing PDM at the Oklahoma City Air Logistics Complex. The Oklahoma City Air Logistics Complex is a key unit within the Air Force Materiel Command and the largest single-site employer in Oklahoma, with over 9,000 military and civilian personnel delivering combat power for the nation. This massive complex is responsible for programmed depot maintenance and modifications on aircraft like the KC-46, KC-135, B-1B, B-52, E-3, and Navy E-6. It also handles maintenance, repair, and overhaul of engines including the F100, F101, F108, F110, F117, F118, F119, F135, and TF33, supporting not only the Air Force but also the Navy, Marine Corps, and foreign military sales. In addition to its maintenance and repair work, the complex develops and sustains mission-critical software for the Air Force and other customers, and it provides worldwide aircraft battle damage repair for multiple weapon systems.

The complex is comprised of four groups working together to provide top-tier maintenance and support. The 76th Aircraft Maintenance Group specializes in depot maintenance for B-1, B-52, KC-135, E-3, E-6, and special mission fleets, offering full overhaul services, FAA-certified repairs, modifications, and flight testing. The 76th Commodities Maintenance Group manages depot-level maintenance of aircraft and engine parts for a wide range of systems, including the A-10, B-1, B-52, C-17, F-15, F-16, and more, and serves as the Air Force Technology Repair Center for air and fuel accessories. The 76th Maintenance Support Group ensures the continuous operation of one of the Department of Defense’s largest industrial complexes, maintaining facilities, tools, and equipment needed for the depot’s mission. Lastly, the 76th Propulsion Maintenance Group is the leading DoD engine repair and overhaul center, responsible for maintaining engines used in bombers, tankers, fighters, and special mission aircraft.

Originally redesignated as the 76th Maintenance Wing in 2005, the organization was inactivated in 2012 when the Oklahoma City Air Logistics Center was restructured as the Oklahoma City Air Logistics Complex. The complex now operates under the Air Force Sustainment Center at Tinker AFB, one of three key sustainment centers in the Air Force.

@TheAviationist.com

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tremendouskoalachild · 9 months ago

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i like Barriss Offee well enough but don't enjoy anything she's in and haven't watched or read any of it in like 12 years so. i'd appreciate an update or correction if anyone knowledgeable sees this. but here's my likely very skewed understanding of the situation:

2002's attack of the clones arena scene has many jedi, though most show up for a single shot or so, and they have many different alien designs to make it visually interesting. a lot of them don't do anything (not to distract from the main characters' action and because of the limitations of a greenscreen set, as well as some of the costumes and prosthetics not being well suited to action).

two of these background jedi are green-ish ladies with facial markings and head coverings (is this originally for a practical reason because face paint is more complicated when the character's hairline is visible? i don't know enough about film make-up to guess)

Lucas isn't interested in or simply doesn't have the time to establish lore for random background characters, and movie tie-in material is pumped out quickly to drive hype for the films and make the most out of the films' relevance. the early reference books and pre-aotc novels are not very consistent (remember when Tholothians were canonically just humans wearing funny hats for a while? i remember). Luminara and Barriss are officially humans and Jedi Knights for a bit. Barriss' face markings are connected to Depa Billaba's culture.

Barriss doesn't have an official age for a while but is assumed to be around Anakin's age or a bit older.

the Mirialan species is established in the lore, Barriss and Luminara being members. their tattoos are now a part of Mirialan culture. it is established that Mirialans have a deep cultural respect for the Force and Mirialan Jedi often take other Mirialans on as students.

authors are allowed to play around with the side characters because that won't impact the films. Barriss is established as a talented compassionate healer and is the main character of the MedStar duology (2004).

Barriss is at first planned to be one of the Jedi shown executed during Order 66 but the scene is cancelled, much like Shaak Ti and Luminara.

The Clone Wars 3D animated show (2008) begins development a while after the prequels end and slowly starts overwriting the Clone Wars multimedia project, because it is made with Lucas. an effort is made to keep the two projects consistent but it becomes more and more difficult the longer the show goes on. the show does incorporate some lore or events from prior media, but regularly changes them to fit its plot and characterization.

Ahsoka is the child audience pov character and needs a peer for some storylines. there are no young teen girl Jedi in the films but Barriss is close enough and her design fits well with the tcw aesthetic, which often prefers hairless characters for its animation style, especially in the early seasons. she is changed to be around Ahsoka's age and a Padawan.

Ahsoka and Barriss are established to be close, paralleled from time to time, and the writer of their main arc together later claims he intended a romance between them. (i only got this second hand and haven't fact checked this.). the barrissoka fandom forms.

Barriss disappears from the show, which focuses on different arcs for a few seasons.

Filoni is writing an important arc for Ahsoka, which needs to challenge her emotionally and philosophically as well as physically, and must culminate with her leaving the Jedi in order to be absent during Revenge of the Sith. he decides to bring back Barriss as an adversary, for the emotional drama of being betrayed by a friend.

Barriss is intended to die during this 2012 arc but Filoni ends up sparing her for undisclosed future plans. she gets arrested and imprisoned instead.

her character's previous ending, shown in the original novels as dying in service of the Jedi on Felucia, doesn't seem to work at all anymore. the MedStar duology is extremely dubiously canon at this point. the canon reset is imminent and lucasfilm has more or less stopped pretending all these events are part of the same continuity. wookieepedia editors are in shambles.

the multimedia project is officially declared Legends in 2014, and Barriss doesn't appear in tcw's new canon tie-ins. her characterization now comes only from the show. she doesn't show up in any of the prequel-era projects for years, until the novel Queen's Hope (2022).

Filoni's new canon show Rebels (2014) introduces new adversaries in the form of inquisitors, former Jedi who are now hunting survivors. one of the more prominent villains is a female Mirialan inquisitor. there is rampant fan speculation that this is Barriss. it isn't.

Ahsoka becomes a main part of the show. the fandom keeps hoping for Barriss to reappear with her. she doesn't.

Filoni creates a tcw spin-off focusing on Ahsoka (and Dooku) in 2022. Barriss doesn't appear.

Ahsoka gets her own post-original trilogy show by Filoni in 2023. there is some speculation Barriss could appear, possibly as a mysterious new inquisitor character. she doesn't.

in 2024 there is a new season of the animated tcw spinoff, prominently featuring inquisitors. Barriss is now a main character, picking up a while after the Wrong Jedi arc. it has been something like 12 years since we last saw her.

#barriss offee #barrissoka #is that about it barriss stans. i wanna know

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missyblogs · 9 months ago

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*smacks lips* so, today it occurred to me that there are exactly zero (0) x reader things for Robbie. This is a massive oversight that needs correcting bc this man can hold so many hugs and you cannot convince me otherwise today I offer:

Robbie and physical affection!

adapted from some writing I've been doing, based my reading of the character from some of season one and some info from a podcast episode -One thing that Robbie shares with his arch nemesis is the tendency to default to acts of service, something he neither realizes nor would be willing to acknowledge, but he ALSO is first and foremost a touch guy with precious little understanding of social norms or boundaries. Expect random hugs, hands on shoulders, back, face, waist, you name it! As long as he doesn't have to SAY the thing he is more than willing to snuggle you -Because he wears heavy makeup so often, Robbie's skin trends a little towards the greasier end ( grease paint is necessary for the stage, but it is NOT your friend ) - His lips are always remarkably soft though. Perks of wearing gloss -Are you coping with a rough past? Do you have a body that tells on you for eating giant slices of cake every day? Good news! Robbie doesn't care. He will willingly touch your rolls, moles, stretch marks, and scars because they're what make you you! If you make an attempt to change any of that he would be very visibly disappointed. -He is a little spoon, he LIVES for being held genteel like borger -Don't like making the first move or initiating contact? Not comfy leading in ballroom dance? Robbie's bravado lends itself well to him taking the reigns, even if it's not his natural inclination. Show him the ropes and he'll gladly take them off your hands! -Do you need to make the first move or initiate contact? Not comfy following in ballroom dance? Robbie is more than comfortable being the one dipped, cuddled, and held. Following your lead is where he shines best!

-Robbie is very oblivious so he won't always pick up on when his partner is uncomfortable, but as soon as you communicate it to him, he will make every effort to fix that, even if he's not so great at it. The man sleeps in his chair with precious little covering after all. Be patient with him and he will learn <3 -Because he is very sensitive about his appearance, Robbie keeps his hair tightly gelled and away from prying hands... but he may let you touch it when its down if you puppy dog eye him enough. He won't admit it, but scalp massages DO feel kinda good after a long day of supporting heavy hair and wigs -Being lazy is HIS thing, you wanna sit with him for hours on end? you've come to the right man! Expect him to fall asleep in your arms though -If you have intrusive thoughts about people who didn't touch you kindly, are afraid it might happen to you, or want to be eased into the world of physical contact due to sensory issues with someone you trust, you have also come to the right man because Robbie is all of those things! He empathizes with you and feels even MORE connected to you because you understand exactly what he's been through. If you will be patient with him, he will be patient with you <3 - Because he is very inactive, his own body is surprisingly soft. He's got muscles, but he's also got plenty of fluff for your hands to find~

#lazytown #robbie rotten #fo x si #self insert #oc x canon #Robbie x reader #self shipping #YouRobbie #self ship headcanons #gn reader #x gender neutral reader #missy talks #still no gender to this so apply whatever feels right to you #eat your heart out 'phobes this isn't for you

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beetlemage · 1 month ago

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tried out this prompt by wizzeh on claude and got a kind of a wild result. haven't tried it yet, but full rules under the cut.

Heirloom

A Game About Objects and Memory

In Heirloom, you play as Objects that have witnessed the lives of multiple owners across generations. Through your stories, you'll explore how people attach meaning to physical things, how memories fade and transform, and what truly remains of us after we're gone.

What You Need to Play

3-5 players

A deck of regular playing cards

Index cards or paper

Pens

2-3 hours

Setup

Shuffle the deck of cards and place it face-down in the center.

Each player creates an Object using the following steps:

Draw three cards

Using the tables below, determine your Object's:

Type (based on first card's suit)

Age (based on second card's value)

Special Quality (based on third card's value)

Object Type Table (Card Suit)

♠ Furniture (chairs, tables, cabinets)

♣ Tools/Instruments (hammers, violins, watches)

♥ Personal Items (jewelry, clothing, books)

♦ Decorative Items (paintings, vases, sculptures)

Age Table (Card Value)

2-4: 25-50 years old

5-7: 51-100 years old

8-10: 101-200 years old

J, Q, K: 201-300 years old

A: 301+ years old

Special Quality Table (Card Value)

2-3: Made with rare materials

4-5: Has hidden compartment/feature

6-7: Shows visible repairs/modifications

8-9: Bears inscriptions/markings

10-J: Makes distinct sounds

Q-K: Changes with temperature/light

A: Appears in family portraits/photos

Core Mechanics

Memory Cards

When play begins, each player creates three Memory Cards for their Object. Each Memory Card should include:

The year the memory takes place

The owner's name at that time

A brief description of a significant event involving the Object

Memory Cards should be arranged chronologically in front of each player.

Playing Cards

The deck represents the clarity and persistence of memories. Higher cards represent clearer, more accurate memories, while lower cards represent faded or altered ones.

Game Structure

Round 1: The Present

The game begins in a contemporary antique shop, estate sale, or similar location.

Each player describes their Object's current physical state and most recent owner.

Draw and play one card face-up in front of your Object. The value determines how clearly you remember your most recent Memory Card:

2-6: The memory has faded significantly

7-10: The memory remains mostly clear

Face Cards: The memory is crystal clear

Ace: The memory is enhanced by time

Based on your card, narrate this memory to the group, emphasizing how time has affected its clarity.

Round 2: Connections

Each player draws two cards.

Looking at others' Memory Cards, play one card face-up toward another player's Object to establish a historical connection between your Objects.

The value of your played card determines the strength of the connection:

2-6: Fleeting or uncertain connection

7-10: Clear but limited connection

Face Cards: Strong, definitive connection

Ace: Profound, destiny-like connection

Together, narrate how your Objects' paths crossed, using the card value to guide the certainty and impact of this connection.

Round 3: The Truth Changes

Draw three cards.

Choose one of your Memory Cards and play a card face-up on it.

Based on the card's value, reveal how this memory has changed over time:

2-6: The memory was mostly false

7-10: A new detail emerges

Face Cards: A hidden truth is revealed

Ace: The memory transcends its original meaning

Narrate how this revelation affects your understanding of your Object's history.

Final Round: Legacy

Each player draws one final card.

In order from lowest to highest card value, each player narrates:

What ultimately happens to their Object

Which memories survive

How their Object's story affects future generations

Character Sheet Template

HEIRLOOM CHARACTER SHEET

Object Name: _____ Type: ___________ Age: ____________ Special Quality: __

Current Physical State:

Memory Card 1: Year: Owner: Event: ______________

Memory Card 2: Year: Owner: Event: ______________

Memory Card 3: Year: Owner: Event: ______________

Connections Made:

_____________

Memory Revelations:

Final Legacy:

Tips for Play

Focus on how memories change and fade over time

Consider how different owners interpreted your Object differently

Think about how your Object's meaning has transformed

Embrace both happy and sad memories

Don't plan too far ahead - let the cards guide your story

Build on others' contributions

Remember that memories can be unreliable

Example of Play

Object: A wooden rocking chair (♠7, ♥4, ♦K) Age: 51-100 years old Special Quality: Changes with temperature/light (wood creaks more in winter)

Memory Card 1 (1943): Owner: Sarah Mitchell Event: Used to rock her children to sleep during air raid sirens

Memory Card 2 (1975): Owner: James Mitchell (Sarah's son) Event: Restored the chair after finding it in the attic, remembering his mother

Memory Card 3 (2010): Owner: Emily Chen Event: Bought at estate sale, inspired her to become a furniture restorer

[The example continues with actual play, but this gives you an idea of the starting point]

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127luvr · 2 years ago

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hiii ⭐️

i really liked the last mark fic cause he really is the type to guess your mood just by your lyrics or how you sing and dance. so can i request something like that?

like, you’re doing some freestyle and he’s watching you like :( cause he feels you’re down and then he comforts you 🥺

Black Clouds

Mark Lee x Male Reader

The set is familiar—like you’ve seen it before in another video that Johnny’s made. But now it had been refurbished, the old brown wood painted flush with a rich black color that still felt tacky to the touch. You turned away from the wall, catching Mark’s brown eyes as you regroup with the three other members that sat around the table. He looks down shyly, turning visibly pink as you to stare in between his eyebrows—scared to look into his eyes again.

“Welcome back to JCC everyone! We’re here with—”

“Mark!”

“Jaehyun!”

“(Y/n).” You feel the air shift at your introduction—it was short and cold as you looked down at the pattern on the table. Now all eyes were on you, followed by half of the crew that surrounded the set. Their eyes felt like beady little cameras—watching to judge—to catch a single mistake in how you carry yourself.

“And Haechan!” Immediately the mood goes back to how it was before you announced yourself—the suddenly bright atmosphere leaving you with a bitter feeling in your chest. “It’s been a while since I’ve appeared in JCC and it’s (Y/n/n)’s first time! How are you feeling?”

Again, all eyes fall on you. You feel the whites of your eyes stinging as you focused all of your attention on the microphone in front of you. It reminded you of Johnny and Jaehyun’s Nct Night Night show. This set was much smaller—you would even bet that it was less than half the size of their old studio. The first time you had visited them was when you were a trainee. Having tagged along with Mark since he had invited you. Last time they happily included you in the segment, making you feel comfortable enough to freestyle on the spot.

This time just felt different. The hold your depressive episode had on you was strong enough to not let you enjoy anything. It kept you from being present in the moment with your members—kept you from being happy that Johnny asked you specifically to join his new video.

“I’m feeling grateful, Haechannie. To be here with you guys is more than enough.” Johnny coos, smiling with his eyes as he motions you to continue. “It’s been a hard couple of years you know? What with the pandemic and the uncertainty of my debut, but we got through it—you guys are forever stuck with me.” While the sentiment was there, you felt as if you just performing—putting on a show. Saying things you knew the viewers would want to hear. Your body physically was here—sure—but your mind was elsewhere. Still in the unmade bed in the room that you shared with Mark.

Mark—who kept trying to catch your eyes just once as you kept quiet throughout the filming process. Only laughing when the others laughed and clapping whenever they clapped. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to steer the conversation away from you as he felt the melancholy ooze from you and your slouched posture. He kept the others busy—too busy to notice how the cameras only followed them and the sound of their voices rather than focusing on your own sullen demeanor. It felt like a stab at your heart. His kindness making your longing feel even worse as he tried his hardest to help you when you felt the most helpless. But that was Mark for you.

“Now, before wrapping this up, we had a special guest on Nct Night Night a few years ago. He did this freestyle rap for us on the spot and it stuck with me even now. One of our most talented. I’m hoping you say yes when I ask you to do another for us? Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” You feel tense, the sincerity behind Jaehyun’s words falling on your ears but not processing in your brain. You were glad to have made such an impression on them but you were such a different (Y/n) now compared to just a few years ago—hell, compared to a few weeks ago even. With a shy nod, you tap on the mic, making sure it was still on after not having said anything for the better part of an hour.

“Of course. That memory has stuck with me too, Jaehyun-ssi. It was when I knew this group would be perfect for me.” You cleared your throat, doing mock vocal warmups with Johnny as they all cheered you on. Finally, your eyes meet Mark’s—who looks at you like a deer caught in headlights. “Mark, do you mind just beatboxing for me? Whatever is fine—I know you’ll come up with something genius.” And just like that he begins with a slow beat, giving you long half notes before transitioning into quick eighth notes. “It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun—where my life had just begun—”

The rest of the lyrics are forgotten. A thing of the past as you reach the end of your rhymes and metaphors. There was no need to memorize them for a song, knowing you could never express how you feel so intimately with others—such as fans. A beat passes, the members stunned into silence before bursting into a round of applause for you.

“Wow. Still the same amazing lyricist as before—”

“Is it okay if I step out for a second?”

The lights in the restrooms are no better than the ones on set—in actuality, they made you feel worse as you leaned your back into the cool wall between the mirror and the hand dryer. You took in slow deep breaths, closing your eyes as you tried to talk yourself down from spiraling any further.

“Hey.” Mark’s voice startled you, causing a shiver to run through your whole body before you settled back into a comfortable position. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you—I could go back, if you’d like.” You grab at the hand closest to you, pulling at Mark’s wrist so he’s just mere centimeters away from you. “Johnny said he could exclude that whole part of the video if you’d like. He also wanted me to tell you not to feel too guilty. We could refilm whenever you felt better.” Mark reciprocates your hold on him, grabbing your waist his his free hand and rubbing small circles into it.

He pulls you into a hug, done with pushing his feelings down when all he’s wanted to do all day was be next to you. To trace the wrinkles in your palm under the table to soothe you and help you through the recording. He’s never felt more at home than he does in your arms as you wrap them around his hips, settling in to his warmth and letting your body relax into his. It was as if you molded perfectly together—like puzzle pieces.

“I’m so tired, Mark. I don’t know how much longer I can go on feeling like this. I don’t even know what this is—I’m perfectly fine. Physically I’m healthy, nothing went wrong I just feel like shit. How do I stop feeling like I don’t deserve to be here?” Without warning you feel yourself shaking, shedding angry tears into Mark’s shoulder as he held you, hands running up and down your back.

“I’m sorry baby. I wish I could tell you how to get through it faster but everyone heals differently. I wish I could just snap my fingers and get rid of all the sadness you have experienced. You know, if only the world functioned like that.” Sensing your quietness he stops joking around—pulling your head up with both of his large hands. He is forcing you to face him. Your red eyes swollen as he looks down at you with parted pink lips. “You did so great in there, (Y/n). You tried your hardest to be present with us regardless of what you’ve had to fight in your own mind.”

You can’t help but start crying again—scared to let go of Mark as if he would disappear from right in front you of. Not that it matters—he would have never done that you.

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ptn-imagines · 10 months ago

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Hello!! I hope you're doing well :3

Firstly, I'd like to say your blog has a chokehold on me, and your writing is just *chef's kisses* I be devouring the food you cook, please keep up the good work :]

If you don't mind could I request SFW/NSFW headcanons or whichever your comfortable with about Enfer × F!Chief?

Well, I had so many ideas for this ask, it actually overpowered my chronic fatigue, if that says anything! I'm glad you're enjoying my writing, also; here's some more food!

NSFW below the cut.

SFW+NSFW headcanons with Enfer and f!Chief

Enfer can be difficult for others to understand. Even the other artistically-minded Sinners, Lisa and McQueen, have trouble with it sometimes.

Chief doesn't have that problem. After the Witching Hour, and what took place in Enfer's studio, she's got a very good grasp on just who Enfer is – and Enfer adores her for it, for that sweet understanding she can't get from anyone else.

Accepting love is still a very new thing for Enfer, but you wouldn't think so from how passionately she expresses herself. While she isn't overbearing or particularly clingy, her expressions of love are nonetheless active and vibrant, like an explosion of fireworks in the night sky. Chief sometimes finds it hard to keep up, but would never dream of asking Enfer to tone it down – this, too, is something she adores about the artist.

Though Enfer is absolutely capable of poetic, flowery words of love and, indeed, often uses these on the Chief, her preferred form of affection is actually through physical touch. Enfer hasn’t really gotten so much as a hug since her mother died, so yeah… She’s really touch-starved. Thankfully, Chief provides the perfect solution!

Enfer’s hands tend to linger on Chief longer than most. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but simply to enjoy the sensation; fingers that are rougher than you might expect from so many years of painting and sculpting like to drag along Chief’s skin, simply appreciating her existence. It’s the way her hands linger on Chief’s cheeks after a kiss – long, sensual and intimate or fiery, passionate and open-mouthed, never in between – and it’s the way her hands can’t help but trace down her lover’s sides and spines, eliciting shivers from the Chief.

As a result, Enfer really enjoys having sex – not for the sexual pleasure of it, but for the sheer intimacy. She’ll place kisses and love bites all over Chief’s trembling body, licking and suckling with little to no restraint as she presses their hot, flushed bodies closely together. She’s insatiable.

Her favorite spots of attack are the Chief’s breasts and neck. The morning after sex, you can always expect the two locations to have been turned into canvasses of blue, purple and black bruises. It always embarrasses Chief, but she would never dream of stopping Enfer – particularly since the artist is so kind as to personally help her apply concealer to marks that would otherwise be too visible for professional decency.

When it comes to the main event (if you can call it that; with Enfer, every moment of sex is a show), Enfer prefers to eat Chief out. She’s very thorough with this, and her tongue moves in ways you wouldn’t expect from someone who was a virgin not so long ago, caressing the deepest parts of Chief she can reach. Chief always comes multiple times, her hands twisted in Enfer’s hair as she howls with overstimulation, tears welling in her eyes. Enfer never stops until Chief is begging for it.

(She actually learned these things from erotic fiction, but she won’t admit to that unless the Chief thinks to ask.)

Enfer’s also not a stranger to a bit of bondage. She’s willing to try out pretty much any kink the Chief has at least once, but she herself isn’t as kinky as you might expect. Her go-to bondage is to bind Chief’s wrists behind her back, or spread-eagle to the bed with ropes, along with a blindfold to heighten Chief’s pleasure. She’s a very big advocate for that, naturally~

She isn’t much of a fan of gags, though. She’ll oblige if her adorable Chief wants it so badly, but… She loves to hear the sounds Chief makes during sex, and she hates how gags take that away.

Still, her two favorite acts of intimacy aren’t even sexual in nature – or at the very least, they don’t have to be. Unfortunately, they’re both quite time-consuming, so with Chief’s busy schedule, Enfer doesn’t get the chance to engage in them as often as she’d like. That just means she appreciates the time she does have.

First of all, Enfer became a shibari master in shockingly (or perhaps not so shocking) little time after their relationship began. Although she’s willing to incorporate these ties into sex if the Chief asks, she engages in this practice for the artistry of the knots and harnesses more than anything else. She can spend hours alone tying Chief to her satisfaction, and then another few appreciating the transient form of artwork. With her hands and mouth as well as her eyes.

Chief is absolutely her favorite canvas in more “traditional” senses of the word too. While you can’t sculpt flesh – well, not unless you’re mad in a way that even Enfer is not (and she does not want to think about) – you can absolutely paint upon it. When Enfer is finished, she can transform the Chief into practically anything imaginable – a starry night sky for example, or a graceful and serene snow leopard.

…Of course, there’s always a few mishaps here and there, as a side-effect of painting on a living canvas. The brush hairs can tickle and the slightest movement of a giggle, sneeze or twitch can mess up a brush stroke. Enfer doesn’t mind, though – these little errors are all easily rectified and she simply considers it part of the process of painting on a living canvas. Sometimes she even chooses to keep these errors in the final work, finding a form of beauty in them.

Aside from these two things, Enfer and Chief like to spend their free time going on dates. Art museums may be a predictable location for these, but there’s no denying they go to them a lot, and Chief loves the way Enfer’s eyes light up when she looks at the art on display.

Still, Enfer tries to make these dates interesting even for someone not as educated in art as the Chief – so instead of talking about the techniques and such involved in a piece, she instead focuses on what might be more apparent to a layman, such as the colors and symbolism or the history of a particularly storied piece.

They also tend to watch horror movies, albeit at home – Chief usually ends up clinging to Enfer during these, surprisingly easily afraid despite everything she’s seen. Enfer thinks it’s adorable.

Still, Enfer’s tastes are very discerning, and she doesn’t care for cheap, trashy thrillers, so they don’t do this particular form of date often. Usually, recommendations come from Deren, though the particular kind of horror movie Enfer enjoys are few and far between compared to gruesome, bloody, shock-value stuff.

Finally, Enfer also enjoys small, out-of-the-way cafes with artistic vibes. It’s probably the most “normal” thing about their whole relationship, really, and Chief loves the way Enfer’s eyes sparkle when she takes a spoonful of a rich cheesecake or some other dessert. They often share a milkshake or such and end up feeding each other pieces of their dessert.

Finally, it’s incredibly common for Enfer to present Chief with gifts – homemade trinkets or pieces she found in antique or thrift stores. Never things bought expensively firsthand, though – to Enfer, these flashy things are hollow and devoid of meaning. Perhaps in a few decades, they’ll be actually worth their price tags, but for now, Enfer avoids them like the plague.

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