#someday i'll do a pepper one too

[piggycyberwarrior]

Ekko SWF-Alphabet

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!not proof read!

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

Ekko is the type of boyfriend that would constantely pepper your face with kisses. He knows how easily people can die- can be killed- so he tries to shower you with affection.

He likes to show you how much he loves you, because he is kinda confused with words. He is a warrior- a leader, not a big talker? he tries tho.

I would say he is pretty affectionate but mostly behind closed doors. As i said- he's a leader, he shouldn't be smooching his girl next to the firelights... he thinks its inappropriate. But in a calmer, more softer setting- boii he's all over you!!

B = Bribe (Can you bribe him?)

Yes and No.

Ekko is loyal as fuck. He would never EVERR betray the ones dear to his heart. But small and unnecessary things like

"Okay.. would you come with me if i give you one- no TWO kisses?"

Yeah. nope he would immediately jump off the couch and sprint towards you. He doesn't play there..

He kinda sees it as a payment...

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I PERSONALLY think that Ekko likes Hugs way more than cuddles. I'll explain:

You know that one hug that hits so good? Nose burried in their neck- inhaling their scent- arms tight around the person after you saw them finally- FINALLY again and all these emotions are put in that hug.

^ He loves that so much when he comes home, tired from a mission

That doesn't mean he does not like Cuddles. I think Ekko loves to lay his head onto your Chest/boobies all the time. crushing you under his weight and laughing when you grumble because of his stupid antics

or being the big spoon (like almost never the little spoon- only when he needs comfort). he loves it that he can make you feel safe in his arms

He likes to nap while cuddling but i think he doesn't really like to sleep at NIGHT when cuddling. That! man! needs! his! space!! (Napping while cuddling is okay idk why??)

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

Yes he really wants to settle down with you somewhere safe and sound- a place that doesn't exist now, unfortunately. Thats why he works so hard. maybe he can give you that home you deserve someday.

That man is a COOK. Full ass GORDON RAMSAY like its not even normal??? He even enjoys it- apron on, humming a little melody while making breakfast for the two of you.

he loves to help you at home even tho he barely has time between eating , sleeping and his duties. But you don't mind. he asks some of his people to help you out if you really need help with the chores.

is kinda shitty at cleaning- kinda never learned to do it... i mean he grew up in Zaun.

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

I'm sorry but like i said he is kinda shitty with words so he tries to rip the bandaid off real quick by breaking up through text/letters...

He doesn't really feel good about it too- feels like an asshole to be honest but he can't help it :(

if they wanted to talk about it though- he tries

he is okay with the fact that you hate him because of his break-up-style

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Ekko is a little bit scared? of commitment. He kinda doesn't wanna be "caged"- he feels as if his freedom has been pushed into a box, but in reality he just needed to find the right person.

I think Ekko needs some time to really REALLY settle with the fact that he loves his s/o and that can take some time.

But oh boi when it happens- he wants to marry you immediately!! Like mentioned he knows that life is short- so he tries to marry you as quick as possible.

But he understands it if you need time to think about it or aren't ready yet.

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

Ekko's kinda rough around the edges as he grew up in a rough atmosphere. Sometimes his grip is too strong- his attempts to tickle you can hurt a bit and his hands are calloused as well.

But in the end he never wants to hurt you and is extremely gentle towards you as much as he can

he is so much gentler to you than to anyone else. always makes sure you aren't stressed or anything like that.

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

Yes.Yes.Yes!! he loves hugs like mentioned earlier. It just fits better into his lifestyle as he can quickly but passionately hug you before or after a mission and can also do that in public. he cannot cuddle you outside on the street :/

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

Not that fast. Boi has some serious trust issues and you probably have to initiate the big ol' L-Word. When he finally says it- he will never stop saying it.

He willl always shower you with 'I love you's' and expects you to also say it back. he's just a sucker for that simple sentence even tho he was kinda wary of the concept of love

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Doesn't get jealous. Just doesn't, he trusts you completely. Period.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

His kisses are like him. Sweet but passionate, as well as a sprrrinkle of roughness.

he loves the traditional way of kissing you. on the lips. he is addicted to the taste of them on his and can kiss you till dawn. (he doesn't mind that you call him a simp)

He also loves to give you small pecks on your face but mostly the side of your head when you did something cute or stupid.

Always has his hands on you when you kiss- either on your throat, back or waist.

Also grins into kisses like ahhhrgcvszdc PLEASE

L = Little ones (Would he like to have Children?)

Loves children- I mean he keeps them save in the HQ too like what did you expect...

Would also love to have children when he's older.. kinda a dream of his. Probably 3 kids. Is still okay with it if you don‘t like to have kids- respects it!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

i kind of have the feeling that dis man is such a morning grouch :/ soooorry

like he always wants to sleep more (in other words- has a fucked up sleep schedule)

Still he loves it when you kiss him awake- and he would always and i mean ALWAYS!! roll on top of you and squish you under him with a laugh before pressing kisses on your face and getting up.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

OHH THAT BITCH IS A NIGHT OWL. He is always so much goofier at nighttime (you know that weird 3am energy?? Exactly)

He likes it when you are sitting on his lap at night though, while he is fiddling at some prototype. Your fingers lazily playing with his dreads while he nuzzled himself onto your shoulder while working

Its a mix of both energy’s- late snack runs or slow evenings.

ALSO LOVES TO SLOW DANCE WITH YOU IN THE KITCHEN AT NIGHT!!!!

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

As i said, he takes his time to fully trust you. If you grew up together- he would‘ve probably told you a lot of things already. If you didn‘t- he is kinda hesitant to tell you at first. I think he would start revealing things about himself after a good few months of dating. He takes his time with those things

still he will always listen when you have something to tell him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends. When he is frustrated- his patience is very thin- but when he is in his normal mood- it’s out of gold

Q = 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 EVERYTHING. It is truly getting creepy. He knows everything???

birthday, likes, dislikes, all the family gossip you told him one day- even remembering all of your family member’s names, favorite book, favorite hyperfixation at the moment, favorite place- everything you mentioned to him once.

lol he laughs everytime you think he forgot something and he proves you wrong- you‘re just like:🧍‍♀️

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

that one hot ass summer night were you were both almost naked (nothing seggsual) - sweating like a pig- window wide open- not able to sleep and just talking bout shit. -> leading to you telling him you love him.

He didn‘t mind the humid heat in the end. Just feeling so happy.

always remembers that moment and feels giddy when there is a hot summer night…

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

He loves it when you defend him verbally. He can fight- and doesn‘t want you to hurt yourself in the process- but seeing you argue with someone for him is making his heart race.. <3

like i said he doesn‘t get jealous but is neverthless protective. He knows that Zaun is fucking dangerous- also knows that you can protect yourself but he wants to keep any harm from you..

always being your guard dog and even fighting people that bitch at you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts?)

I think he always gets you something when he‘s in Piltover- books or small things that you like..

He likes to have dates in the privacy of your home- nothing extraordinary…. I am SO SORRY BUT THIS MAN ISN‘T A FAN OF ANNIVERSARIES!! He just doesn‘t get the point?? For him everyday is an anniversary.

He still plans the home dates (puts a lot of effort in the planning part)- and everytime you do something new fun!!

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

Nail Biting, Workaholic, Insomnia, such a gossip girl 😭 its funny tho.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

That Man is proud!!! He worked so much, trained so much did everything to become the person he is- loves his muscles and is kinda concerned how he looks

(Have you seen that man? Face paint on the spot- dreads styled like that and always revealing that yummy bicep..)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

yes- next question

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

100% a cat person. He loves them but will never admit it. When he first saw one as a kid- he begged Benzo to let him adopt it. Still visits it‘s grave. Kinda has a fur allergy but he doesn‘t care 💀

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

hates hates HATES it when his partner is rude or disrespectful for no reason. (Sure, its a different story when you are getting shit on) but he just finds it so bad when you insult someone for no reason (and mean it)

has no problem when you playfully call someone (him) an idiot tho…

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He is a kicker. Like bitch, stop kicking me in the ribs while sleeping 😭. Also wakes up with his head at your feet- turns around a lot. Just an active sleeper here…

you on the other hand get many bruises from his kicking…. I am so sorry

[indestinatus]

2024 IN WRITING

tagging: @television-overload @benditlikepress @hopeless-nostalgiac @loudlooks @slouchingprovocatively @mrsmungus @mondlersswiftie @zeevah-ninja @pokingacave @natalias @loismagic @atlolevad4ev @hundan and addi (who doesn't have a tumblr) <3

1. List of works published this year: 16 (wow?)

She -> the fic I wrote knowing Ziva was coming back and no one knew it yet omg it was incredible

I'll crawl home to her -> finally got the courage to write a reunion of sorts. Can't wait till they reunite again on screen in Paris

carve your name into my bedpost -> post-season 17 Tony asks Ziva out on a date

you're too sweet for me -> the beginning of my secret summer obsession

sorry for not winning you an arcade ring -> Tony asks Ziva to marry him

we’ve already done it in my head -> second secret summer fic of the year, basically a sex dream from Ziva haha

no other shade of blue -> Tiva angst in the spin-off!!!

and the birds will sing our song in halcyon -> sugary sweet fic of the year, eternal bliss for those two beloved characters

rudely barging in on a white veil occasion -> Tony and Ziva burst into a wedding and the rest is history (in the spin-off omg)

when you were mine in the dark -> read this, please. It is my best work ever. Follows what happened in Paris on 7x13

Miss Congeniality -> I will continue this when I finish writing the ones I plan to post before the spin-off airs (stay tuned)

Coming Soon -> I was so excited to write a trailer and then the trailer got leaked haha

maybe we got lost in translation -> the beginning of me writing in clues, the intrigue and mystery never ends

page fifty-seven -> sex

we should just kiss (like real people do) -> Tony kisses Ziva in a Christmas party under the mistletoe

I hope you see me in your dreams -> another heartbreaking tale of Tony seeing Ziva's ghost

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

when you were mine in the dark -> this is my favorite work of mine. I wrote it in a span of months, thinking about every bit of dialogue, action, emotion, and so on. So much research went into the source material and compiling different ideas of canonical events. God, I had so much fun. It's rare for me to be proud of something. I'm tremendously proud of this one.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

Coming Soon -> will probably delete it someday haha I was just too excited and published this one in a daze

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

from my favorite, when you were mine in the dark:

“Ha-ha, David. It isn’t me who is so uncultured she doesn’t know Ratatouille.” “I know ratatouille.” She passes past him to climb the stairs to their hotel lobby. Sending him a side-eyed glance, Ziva looks over her shoulder, saying, “The dish, yes? It is delicious. Tomatoes, zucchini, and peppers—I make a tremendous one.” It’s true. “But what does it have to do with a cooking rat?” “A rat chef. Not a cooking rat.” “So, a chef that is a rat?” “More of a rat that is a chef. Y’know what? Don’t sweat on it.”  “You already did for both of us, yes?”  “Don’t blame me for needing a shower. It was an eight-hour flight.”  “Oh, believe me,” she says, holding her breath. “I know.”

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

again (I say this with such a rare pride) from my favorite when you were mine in the dark:

"WOW. Your ability to draw on the depth of emotion and intimacy between these characters and weave it into something so beautiful and comprehensive could be studied by academics. This was the perfect story to read on a beautiful autumn day, like a warm hug of words."

Thank you so much, @vexthejester, for such a kind review. Whenever I need the strength to dive into writing again, I reread your words. They have affected me more than anything. Thank you.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

November 2024 (aka the hardest month of medical residency; I almost didn't sleep, let alone write. But hooray to battling through it, I got out of it alive!!!)

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

Writing about Somalia in (again LOL my favorite) when you were mine in the dark. That nightmare scene took a lot of me to write and it was so tricky to write about trauma and not make it traumatic.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I think I matured enough to write about more serious topics in the Tiva timeline (Somalia, the secret summer, Tony alone during season 13, Tali's birth) with the degree of seriousness I wanted to.

The spin-off been revealed also pushed me to write about stuff I had always been afraid (sofia's take on 11x02 is coming!!! don't worry) in a way I liked. I had so much fun.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

Next year will be a year filled with studies from me again (horrible) but I'll continue to dive into hard topics such as Tali's birth, Cairo and 11x02. Can't wait to write about them before canon changes haha.

Also... The spin-off? Like??? Until proven otherwise, we are all collectively dreaming. It makes me want to cry.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Gotta give this one completely to @television-overload. Haley is such a sweet soul and a loyal friend. We embarked on this journey of a Tiva Fanfiction Writing project together (which you can check on @tiva-challenges !!!) in a way I've always dreamed of. Thank you, friend. Here's to many more projects in the Tiva universe.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Yes. You don't need to know more, but all the secret summer of sex fics are about me personally. Yes. All of them. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Yes. Yes, all of them.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Treat your audience like they're smart.

It changed the way I wrote things completely. I show more than tell now and I found out that is the key to mysterious writing (which I love), people are going to make the connections. Storytelling is so fun!!!

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

YES. I'm currently writing about Tali's birth for a big personal goal of mine and I also want to write about Cairo before canon changes.

Which, well... Expect me to write about every episode of the spin-off. I can't believe I can say this. What a dream. What a beautiful dream.

14. If you could recommend only one work from yourself published this year:

when you were mine in the dark

Everyone, make way—this is my favorite work, ever. Trust me. Please. Please, read this one. It summarizes everything I think about Tony & Ziva.

15. Year word count: 101,920

I can't believe I've written this much this year. And without any big uncompleted works. I had only written this much on the pandemic.

Thank you so much for all the support! I love writing. I'll continue to write about Tony & Ziva until all of you get tired of me. Yay!

[lokisprettygirl]

First I just want to say that I absolutely love how you write Loki! If you are taking requests, I would love to request something with sweet subby soft Loki feeling anxious or overwhelmed by something the Avengers are doing in the tower, and needs a safe quiet place to get away from it all. Que best friend of Loki who happens to be a domme stepping in and helping him relax (in more ways than one *wink*). Bonus request for mommy k!nk, sensory play, and lots of good old fashioned cuddles. Thanks!

Thank you for requesting dear, it's been a while that something else other than my own series inspired me. I gave it my own take as usual but I hope you'll enjoy nonetheless. Thank you for enjoying my writing ❤️

Sub Loki x Best friend Female reader (Friends with benefits with a happy ending)

Warning: 18+, Smut, unprotected sex, sub Loki, mommy kink, praise kink, blindfold, other kinks, feelings of anxiety and panic state, a mild angst between characters

Being an Avenger wasn't easy, no, Loki wanted to retract that thought, being an Avenger sucked at times

While as a prince when he was on the battlefield at the least he knew that the war would come to an end someday but this job? This journey to redemption that he had put himself on was never ending road and sometimes it got him. It also didn't help that ever since Thanos had taken him he had developed this huge Anxiety that prodded him over any trivial things.

"Once I get the view I'll signal Loki to teleport at the sight" Captain said at the meeting and Loki just nodded at the response.

"Loki you'll walk to the safe and we don't have access to the passcode just yet so you'll have to take the safe and hide it" Natasha said and he nodded again.

"Once we are in the facility, Perhaps Loki can do his mind tinkering thing, I mean I don't see why we have to go through all that trouble if we have him? Are you listening to us?" Tony asked him and he nodded again even though he was close to hurling his guts out. The voices were starting to fade in the background. As soon as the meeting was over he scurried out of the conference room and braced himself against the nearest wall he could find, he felt as if his heart would explode and he would cease to exist any moment.

And then he thought of you, the girl he had been in love with hopelessly since he saw her, but also the girl who always reduced him to being just her best friend. Sure they had their thing on the side, a little arrangement that pleased them both from time to time when the tension between them got too much but as soon as the act was done he always found himself craving for more, he needed you, he wanted everything with you. He wanted you.

You were almost done with your day when you received a message from Loki so you picked up your phone "Can we meet?"

A smile crept on your face as you got the text, you saw him almost everyday but these were the type of texts that you knew will push you two in the little arrangement you both had on the side. It wasn't easy though, being friends with benefits with God of mischief himself wasn't something you desired, if you weren't so terrified of having your heart broken and lose a dear person again you would have taken this further and deeper with him, you would have put your heart on your sleeve again for him but you were terrified.

If someone like Loki was to break your heart, you knew you wouldn't survive and come out sane on the other side.

"Pepper, can I go?" You asked your boss so she smiled and allowed you to leave for the day. Instead of going into your room you went to Loki's instead and knocked twice. As he opened you were hoping for him to grab you and kiss you like he normally did whenever he had all that pent up sexual energy that he needed to let out but instead you were met with his sullen little face,

"Something wrong?" You asked him as you entered and closed the door behind you, your arms wrapped around his waist and he immediately placed his head down on your shoulder. You then brought your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to comfort him, he seemed stressed, you had seen him like this whenever he used to get a nightmare and would come to your door so you'd talk to him but this was different.

"I can't do this, I am not fit to be an Avenger darling" he said softly as he pulled his head up to look at you, his eyes were teary and lips so close to yours, he cupped your cheeks but he didn't kiss you, he never made the effort until he knew you had the same thing on mind, he never wanted to cross a line with you in the moment even though you both had no silver of decency left between you.

So you kissed him indeed, it was soft and romantic, a lover's kiss even though you both were anything but that, you were not lovers.

"Why would you say that, my sweet boy? You're doing so good" you whispered softly and the nickname immediately made him want to curl up against you, the voice you used on him melted every inch of him, in every possible way. Your fingers curled around his neck as you kissed him again, your tongue swiped over his lower lip and he lunged to take you in his mouth but you denied him the pleasure,

"You're thinking too much aren't you?" You whispered softly but your tone was authoritative and he knew where this was going. That's exactly what he needed at the moment.

"I can't stop ..it's too much, i uhh–" the words caught up in his throat as your hands caressed the bulge in his pants, he was hard the moment you had him in your arms.

"Shhhh calm down for me alright? I'm here baby I'll take care of you okay?" You walked with him until he had hit the edge of the bed and made him sit down,

"Blindfold?" You looked him in the eye and the look of worry was now replaced with desire, he always made you feel as if you were the only woman in the universe who could ever bring out that look in his eyes. Only if you weren't so broken yourself you might have taken the leap of faith. He conjured a piece of cloth that was made of the finest silk so you tied it around his eyes, as soon as his vision was gone he held onto your waist as if to find something familiar to hold on to in the darkness. You still had your work suit on and that always made you look bossy, which was perfect for moments like this.

Grabbing the hem of his t-shirt you pulled it over his head, the sight of his gorgeous ripped physique made you bite on your lip involuntarily.

"You're so pretty, have I ever told you that?" You asked him softly as you laid him down on the bed. You had indeed told him that, a millions of times, that was one of the first things that made him want to be submissive with you, the way you praised him always made him feel so weak for you.

"Mommmy please..I need you" he whined desperately and you felt the instant twitch in your cunt as the heat started to build up. As said before, the lines of decency were crossed a while ago.

Perhaps it was the need he had to be coddled by a feminine woman, perhaps it was his own mother who never ever showed him such motherly love, or maybe it was just purely sexual, the forbidden nature of the kink that made him want to address you like that or it was all of it, you didn't care really, you enjoyed it when he got so whiny and desperate for you, when he got so sensitive that only you could take care of that itch he had. You knew enough about the god of mischief to know that he wasn't the type of man to do this with just anyone.

He trusted you. He relied on you take care of him in his most vulnerable state.

"I'm here sweet baby boy, I'm right here..okay?" And you trusted him to show this side of yours too. Before you met him you never had this urge to dominate a pretty little boy like him but as soon as you had your eyes laid upon him, something had awakened in you, this incessant need to ruin him drove you crazy.

You took his shoes off and then the pants followed, the sight of him all naked with just a blindfold on was almost too much to bear, you wanted to go crazy on him but that's not what he needed tonight, he needed love making, even though you weren't sure if you were supposed to use that word with him. He wasn't your lover.

You took your skirt off, the sound of your zipper being pulled down perked up his ears, he was imagining it all in his head, he had sensitive senses due to his heritage even in his normal state so when one of the senses was deliberately deprived, the other ones heightened even more so. He heard the sound of your skirt dropping on the floor and as soon as you took your underwear off he smelt your arousal in the air and he wanted to bask in your sweet scent.

You crawled on the bed and on top of him before you sat down on his thighs, your wet lips drenched his muscles instantly. As soon as your fist wrapped around his cock he couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, he must have looked obscene but he didn't care, he never cared how vulnerable he was being when he was with you.

"Mommy can I touch please..please i need you" he mumbled and then he bit on his lower lip in anticipation so you grabbed his hands and placed it on your bare thighs so he ran them up and down slowly, the moan that escaped his throat as soon as you allowed him to touch you was sinful, he treated you like a goddess that he was blessed to merely put his hands on.

You gave him a slow stroke and every time you did he thrusted his hips into your fist, fucking himself slowly and intimately, his abs flexed and relaxed with every thrust, that v line defined with every move, his mouth remained open as the sensations began to build in the pit of his stomach. He was a beautiful beautiful man, truly a god in his true form.

You loved him so much it was unreal. And that's exactly why you couldn't have him, he was unreal, he was too good for you. Or that's what you thought.

You let go of his cock and pulled him up by his hands so he was in a sitting position, lifting your hips up you sunk down on him slowly, his head lulled back as he found himself surrounded by your warmth, you were always so tight, so constrictive and he loved being suffocated this way.

"Tell me how does this feel my pretty boy?" You asked him while unbuttoning your shirt, his hands sneaked inside the shirt and unclasped your bra, once you were all naked he placed his head down on your breasts and breathed in deeply. A small growl emitted from deep with in his chest.

"Feels so good mommy, so good, I have missed you, don't ever leave me untouched for this long again" he mumbled incoherently and your eyes teared up at the intensity of his words. .

"You deserve to feel good baby, you're an Avenger and you're the strongest of them all–" you mumbled to comfort him, you hadn't forgotten about his anxiety and the reason why he was so tensed.

"Someday I'm going to ruin it I know, like I ruin everything..I'll ruin it"

"No you won't..you won't, you never ruin anything my precious little boy, you're perfect, absolutely perfect" you pressed your finger on his lips as you rode him back and forth, the sweet whimpers that escaped his mouth was delight to your ears. You took the blindfold off and as soon as his eyes met with yours he kissed you. His lips trailed down and sucked on your neck, making sure his lips would leave an imprint for days to come.

"You won't fail Loki, you're doing so good baby, i know it feels too much at times but you just have to stop thinking about everything at once and focus on what's important and what's the first thing that you have to tackle the next day, you hear me?" He nodded as you said that before his lips latched onto your nipples and he sucked on it.

"You like that?" You asked him as you picked your pace but his mouth never unlatched from your nipple, he focused his attention from left to right and then vice versa but he didn't want to stop.

"Yes mommy, I love… you"

He whispered almost inaudibly and your heartbeat raised, well even more than it should have while you were having this mind numbing sex.

"I love you pretty baby…cum for me now, fill me up, mommy needs your cum inside her" he exploded as soon as those filthy words infiltrated his ears, the way you clenched so tightly around him as you rode your own high was milking every little drop of release out of him. If he could choose to never leave this room, if he could choose to stay buried in you forever he would but you never wanted it, you never wanted to change the arrangement. He placed his head back down on your bosom again and you leaned your head on his own to calm down your own breaths.

"We need a shower" he chuckled as you said that and in a moment he was off the bed, with his cock still in you as he took you to the bathroom. As he pulled out of you under the running water, you both watched his cum seep out of your cunt and run down your thighs.

These are the things best friends shouldn't do, not at all.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked him softly so he leaned into you to kiss you but you pulled away and he sighed.

"Yes thank you darling" you smiled and walked past him to grab a towel then you wrapped it around your body before you moved back to the room, you wanted to get dressed and leave, once the night had ended you both will go back to being friends like you always did, it was never awkward with him because none of you made it that way.

He followed soon after and you already had borrowed a tshirt from his closet to put it on, it reached your thighs and your room was just a few steps away from his so you didn't want to put on your work clothes again just to walk into your room where you'll have to change it again.

"I'll give it back tomorrow" you said to him as he pulled a brief over his long legs and he hummed in response.

"Hey champ, you'll do good tomorrow okay, you'll be just fine and I'll be seeing everyone going crazy after you once you're back from this mission" you walked towards him and hugged him to wish him luck for tomorrow but he didn't say anything, he was just staring at you "Good night" you tried to leave but he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to his chest.

"Did you hear what I said to you? Did you hear me telling you that I love you?" He said to you, his eyes bored deeply into you and you couldn't escape this time even if you wanted to, he had never been this assertive before.

"Did you hear me responding that I love you? You're my best friend, we both love each other and care for each other, that's what it is Loki"

"Is that all I'll ever be to you? Are you telling me you just see me as your friend?" He asked you softly, his voice sounded so sad so you sighed.

"It's not going to work lo"

"How do you know?"

"Because I don't expect a man like you to stay loyal to me, too many temptations around you and I don't want to ruin our friendship, do you want to do that? Do you want to lose me as a friend?" You asked him and tried to walk away but he grabbed you by the shoulders to pull you closer again, he might be a submissive baby in bed but you knew how he was outside of the bedroom and you loved that side of him too.

"Our friendship was ruined the moment you decided to bed me sweetheart, I'm tired of running away from this, from our feelings for each other"

"Loki–"

"I haven't touched another woman since you came into my life, even though you weren't to claim as mine i did give myself to you completely the first night i buried my cock inside you" you looked at him a bit shocked and a bit pleased as he said that but your fears remained.

"What if someday you're bored of me and done with me?" You asked him , the nervousness evident in your voice, he had never seen you so vulnerable before, atleast not when it comes to your feelings towards him. He held your cheeks and kissed you softly, his thumb brushed over your lips and then he kissed you again, it was tender and romantic, it was the most romantic kiss you have ever had with anyone really.

"What if I was to ask you the same?"

He mumbled against your mouth and you shook your head..

"The fear of what will happen in the future shouldn't stop us or ruin our present my darling, perhaps we will talk about this in the morning? Stay the night with me please" he spoke softly, he just wanted you to stay for once, he didn't want you to leave after blessing him with such pleasures, he wanted to hold you and be held by you all night long.

"Sleep with me" he mumbled again as you didn't respond so you got on your tiptoes and kissed him deeply, he picked you up in his arms and laid you down on the bed before he snuggled you like a baby.

"What if this is a mistake loki? I don't want to lose you too, you're the only person in my life I can be myself with, you're my only friend lo" he held onto you tightly as you voiced your fears to him. He wished there was a magic word he could have said that would have eased your nerves somehow but he didn't have anything, he just had thousands of years ahead of him to prove to you that he'd never hurt you like that.

"And you're my one and only girl, my only woman that I feel safe with, you think I'd ever want to lose you? Perhaps you should think again" a smile formed on your lips as he said that. You allowed your fears to backtrack for the night, maybe you just needed to take a final leap of faith.

And deep down in your heart you knew that this time around you won't fall on your face, this time your man will be on the other side to catch you.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[tomorrowsgardennc]

garden update // august 27th 2024

it's greenhouse time.

besides the fact that the next two days have a heat index over 100°F... but trying REALLY HARD to keep these fall babies nice and cool. walking egyptian onions and microdwarf tomatoes won't mind the heat. but the kale and peas will!! hopefully they will be ok, and once this heat wave is over i'm starting soooo many more trays.

this time of year is perfect for planting any perennials, btw. i ordered me another little miss figgy to go with my first one. do i need two? no. but i feel like two is a good number for my garden. i have two blueberry bushes and two prickly pears, so why not two figs. the blue plastic containers have the bottoms cut off - a makeshift raised bed until i can build the one i really want around it. someday. it's also the perfect time of year to get hot peppers out of the ground and into the greenhouse for overwintering. they don't mind at all, and then next spring these babies will go right back into the ground (or sold at the market).

these two tall raised beds are gonna be for my garlic this winter. one has pepper plants that i'll be transplanting soon so i can top off with compost and i can get my softneck garlic started, but the other one. the other one is going to be a little bit of a worry. right now it's overflowing with sweet potato vine (and hoprfully full of purple sweet potatoes!) but i thought harvesting them was in september. turns out sweet potatoes you harvest the day before first frost... weeeee bit too late for garlic. i ordered some hardneck garlic so i can offer that next year to put here, but looks like i'll need to find a different spot for them or hope for the best. haven't decided yet.

1st year raspberry canes are turning yellow, which means they'll be ready to transplant to their final home soon. only issue is i haven't even BEGUN to get their final home ready 😐 they are going to replace the azalea bushes in the background, since they don't get shade anymore. hard to believe the front yard was full shade when we bought this house in 2016 and now there's not one bit of shade to be found - just yummy vegetables and fruit! (i'm stalling so i don't have to go outside and start ripping up azaleas shhhh). raspberries produce on 2 year old canes (or wood, stems, etc. idk why they call them canes) so transplanting them this fall is crucial.

i swear on my little miss figgy bushes that once this heat wave is gone it's go time. chronic illness PLEASE cooperate thank you 🙏

[iamnot-crazy]

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 (Sad Ending) Chapter 3 (Bittersweet Ending)

Summary: You have always itched for adventure and when an interesting vessel appears you take your chance and jump aboard. Now the Straw hat pirates present an offer you can't refuse but before you take them up on it you first need to speak to your grumpy captain.

Trafalgar Law x GN!reader

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Law's initial assumption was that your boundless energy and lack of boundaries would be a constant annoyance, but since you have been aboard he learned how wrong his assumption was. Yes, you were a handful with your knack for finding trouble, and extricating you often became Law's personal headache. But he'd come to appreciate that side of you too. When you weren't excitedly soaking up new information or peppering the crew with questions for your ever-growing log, you were a surprisingly calm person.

For a good part of each day, you'd disappear, engrossed in recording the Heart Pirates' adventures. Your passion seeped through the pages of your beautifully illustrated log, showcasing your love and thoughtfulness for the crew.

It wasn't until he saw you gazing at the Straw Hat captain with the same unwavering determination you'd had when you first boarded the Polar Tang that Law realized what he'd taken for granted.

The Straw Hats each have their own fascinating stories and ambitious dreams and you listen in awe. You scribbled furiously in your smaller travel notebook, capturing their every word so you could later transfer it to your larger masterpiece. Your pen barely kept pace with the torrent of tales they poured out.

Law's frown deepened as your eyes glowed with a familiar spark. Sure he didn't want you on his crew at first but he'd grown attached to you, and so had the rest of the crew. From your cheerful good mornings, while whipping up breakfast to your one-on-one sessions with each crew member to write their stories, you have become an indispensable part of their lives.

But what Law appreciated most was your silent companionship. He'd often find you tucked away in a quiet corner, diligently writing and sketching while he read a medical book, the rhythmic sounds of the waves serving as a lullaby.

His heart tightened when the Straw Hat captain finally reached his boiling point. He bounded over to you, his declaration echoing across the decks, "Y/N! We go on crazy adventures every day and someday I'll be King of the Pirates! If you want to write about a legendary crew, you should join ours!"

Law's gaze darted between you and the captain, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his sword hilt.

Luffy grabbed your shoulders in a playful chokehold. "Every legend needs a chronicler! What do you say, Torao?! Can Y/N join my crew?!"

All eyes turned to Law, the air thick with anticipation. The smile that had bloomed on your face faltered. You'd been so caught up in the Straw Hats' infectious energy that you'd completely forgotten about your crew.

His jaw clenched, and his grip on his sword tightened further. "I don't control them,"

Luffy jumped up in excitement grabbing onto your shoulders and cheering for his new crew members. The others also joined in celebration making you feel welcomed and warm compared to Law's cold glare. You pulled yourself out of the straw hat's grip and bowed your head, guilt gnawing at you. "I'm so sorry, Straw Hat-ya, but… would you allow me some time to think about this?"

Luffy's infectious grin faltered slightly, but he nodded. "Yeah, but don't keep me waiting too long!" He quickly bounced back to his usual cheer, rejoining the festivities.

You felt a pang of longing as you turned away from the vibrant scene, seeking solace with your captain. Sitting awkwardly next to him, you struggled to find the words. Law finally sighed, the tension slowly draining from his shoulders. "You should join them," he muttered, surprising you.

Your head snapped up, eyes wide. "But what about the Heart Pirates?"

Law pulled off his hat and ran a hand through his hair, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "I already reached my goal. Doflamingo was defeated. I don't know what the world has in store for us next, but I do know whatever the Straw Hats' will be doing, it will be far more interesting. Your dream is to write about the new era, and I played my part. The Straw Hat captain… he isn't done."

You were frozen, your mind racing. "But Captain…"

Law stood up, cutting you off. "Just go join them." He turned away, his voice thick with emotion. He stormed away to the Polar Tang slamming the hatch shut behind him.

Just as Law disappeared in the tang a whistle pierced the air. Turning, you saw Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo approaching, their faces etched with concern.

"He seems mad," Shachi commented, plopping down on a nearby crate.

"You aren't really going to join the Straw Hats, are you?" Bepo asked, his voice trembling.

You shook your head placing it in your hand "I don't know."

Penguin shrugged. "Maybe you should join them. You're almost finished with your book on us, and the Straw Hats are going to need someone like you to tell their stories."

Bepo scowled. "But she's a part of our crew!"

Penguin sighed. "Look, Bepo, she has a dream too. Documenting the new era, the Straw Hats are definitely going to be leaders in that. It doesn't mean she doesn't care about us."

"But what about our Captain? Or do you not think he can become King of the Pirates?" Shachi interjected, glaring at Penguin.

Penguin flinched. "No, it's just… you saw them. Besides, Captain said it himself."

"But Y/N joined our crew first, doesn't that count for something?" Bepo whined.

"I just mean Y/N has served her purpose with our crew joining the straw hats would be the best for her." Penguin countered, his voice firm.

The conversation devolved into a heated debate, leaving you feeling even more overwhelmed. You excused yourself and retreated to your favorite porthole, the one offering the best view of the open sea. As you approached you found another figure leaning against your window staring off at the sea.

You smirked slowing your approach and dancing toward your grumpy captain "Anything interesting out there?" You sang leaning into his view.

Law jumped at your appearance but relaxed when he realized it was you and leaned his back onto the wall. "Nothing new." He sighed rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm sorry for being brash earlier."

You crossed your arms and smirked playfully, "You were?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "But I was being sincere earlier. I think you should join the Straw Hats. But…"

"But?" you urged, your heart pounding.

He looked away, his voice quieter. "But we'll miss you."

A warm smile spread across your face. "Awe, did I finally grow on you, grumpy Captain?"

He scoffed playfully turning to his side and looking back out the porthole, "You did a while ago." He admitted.

His comment took you off guard, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Law sighed, "You might have been a little much at first but I have grown to enjoy your presence and passion."

You tilted your head, studying him curiously. "Enjoy?" Your tone was laced with surprise, "The entire time I have been aboard you have been so pouty."

He scoffed, "I have not been pouty." You gave him a knowing look causing him to roll his eyes, "Fine I might have been a little pouty but that's just because I didn't know how to feel about you."

"Feel about me? Captain, do you like me?" You playfully teased.

Law's cheeks turned a faint pink. "Forget I said anything!" He pushed himself away from the wall and started to walk off.

"Wait!" you called out, reaching out to grab his arm. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to tease. Please."

He turned back, his gaze meeting yours. His eyes softened, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a vulnerability you hadn't noticed before.

"Y/N," he began, his voice low and husky. "When you first boarded the ship, you were full of this chaotic energy, but there was another side to you that I learned to appreciate. You care so much about the crew and documenting every adventure." He reached the wall again and sat down, "The first time I saw you here, drawing and writing your stories…"

"Our stories," You interrupted with a chuckle, joining him on the wall.

Law smiled faintly. "Yes, our stories. I didn't think you had it in you to be so focused. It was… nice to hear your pen scratching against your sketchbook as I read my medical books. I think that's when I started having conflicting feelings for you."

You felt a blush creep up your neck. You hadn't expected such a confession. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Law shrugged, a hint of frustration in his voice. "It's not like I could act on it. I'm your captain and there was so much that needed to be done. And if you don't feel the same it would backfire more on me."

Hesitantly, you admitted, "I would be lying if I said I didn't feel the same way. I never imagined you could feel the same." You pause looking softly at him, "So what now?"

Law sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Now you join the Straw Hats and complete your dream. Then, hopefully, one day our paths will cross again."

The thought of leaving Law and the Heart Pirates ached, but you understood his reasoning. "But what if I don't want to join the Straw Hats?"

Law raised an eyebrow, surprised. "I saw how you were looking at them, how you blended in with them."

You bit your lip. "They're constantly getting into trouble, and I don't think I'm strong enough for that."

"They'll protect you," Law reassured you.

"Just like you have?" you asked.

"No." Law averted his gaze, a wry smile playing on his lips. "With me, it was different. I pulled you out of trouble. With them, it'll be different. They'll pull you into trouble, they'll challenge you, push you to your limits, but they'll also have your back."

"But I like things the way they are here. With you," you confessed, a pout forming on your lips.

Law grabbed your chin pulling you to look at him before he pulled you into a kiss. You were taken by surprise at first but his soft lip calmed your nerves as he deepened the kiss.

When he pulled away, his eyes held a mixture of sadness and determination. "Y/N," he said in a voice rough with emotion, "go chase your dream, and when you do, we'll meet again."

He stood up abruptly and disappeared down the hall, leaving you staring after him in a daze.

Taking a deep breath, you knew what you had to do. You grabbed your bag and made your way to the library. There, in the quiet solitude, you began writing the final chapter of your time with the Heart Pirates.

With a heavy heart but a burning determination, you finished the entry, pouring your love and gratitude for your experience onto the pages. Closing the book, you turned to the empty one – the one that would chronicle the adventures of the Straw Hat Pirates. You place the new empty book into your bag leaving the completed version of the Heart Pirates book on the table for everyone on the crew to read.

With your bag full and a new empty book, you walked out of the polar tang. Outside the party, the two ships have started to die down and many lay asleep on the ground. Your eyes darted across the dock for your captain but he was nowhere in sight, before you could turn around in search of him you felt a rubbery hand wrap around your waist.

"Y/N! I see your bags are packed! Did you make a decision?" A bubby captain pulled you off the deck of the Tang and onto the deck of the Sunny.

Your feet wobble as you try to brace your new bearings. You scratch your head, "Yeah I think I did but I was hoping I could say goodbye to Law first."

"No need." Robin appeared at your side, holding a folded piece of paper. "He stopped by earlier and left you a note."

You took the paper, your heart pounding. Written on the paper in handwriting that could only be written by a doctor said, "We'll meet again."

"Hey, we should probably get going soon if we want to make it to the next island by tomorrow!" Nami shouted from above you cutting off your thoughts.

"Alright then, let's set sail!" Luffy declared, his voice brimming with infectious energy.

And with that, the Sunny pulled away from the dock and the Heart Pirates, charting a course towards a new adventure. You stood at the railing, the wind whipping through your hair, your notebook clutched tightly in your hands. The future stretched before you, an open book waiting to be filled with the stories of the Straw Hat Pirates, and perhaps, someday, a reunion with a certain grumpy doctor. A smile bloomed on your face – the adventure had just begun.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 3 (Sad Ending) Chapter 3 (Bittersweet Ending)

A/N: Wanna read more of my work check out my MasterList

[min3nc]

Alright, I'll bite for Jaiden/Baghera

5. What is their love language?

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

[From this ask game]

Wihihihi *Twirls hair* hiii anon. Alright, love languages… buckle up this is a long one.

Love Languages

I’d say that it’s both Quality time, and Physical touch for Jaiden. I’d say she’s really touch adverse with strangers, like… She will awkwardly wave at people she doesn’t know, but Baghera, she will see her and immediately extend her arms and wings and fully expect Baghera to jump into them and hug so so so so tightly, as they should.

Jaiden likes to groom Baghera’s wings, will randomly take her propeller hat off, put it on herself and begin petting her hair. I also like to think that Jaiden, on account of Baghera’s wings being really badly damaged due to experiments, does this thing called Imping; basically, the process of repairing a broken feather using part of another feather. So now imagine Baghera’s yellow duck wings with random shines of purple, black and cyan because Jaiden KEEPS TRYING TO HELP HER OUT!!!

And for Baghera’s it’s definitely acts of service and words of affirmation. Like, she is a woman who’s been experimented on and while Jaiden was Cucurucho’s favorite, Baghera seemed to be the opposite (though she was the genetics department favorite… sadly), she definitely tries to give others what she couldn’t have. She constantly calls Jaiden beautiful, handsome, pretty. Jaiden will be doing anything and Baghera is right behind her being her biggest fan.

*watching her build* baghs: omg she’s so good at building… i could never… she’s soo graceful… such an incredible builder *twirls hair*

jaiden: *smiles at her and does her silly wave emote*

etoiles: *fully aware that baghera has a castle* …gay people…

jaiden: *trips and falls flat on her face*

And acts of service it’s like… Baghera was the only one getting the flowers for Jaiden when q!F*rever was urging Jaiden to keep walking instead of “losing time getting flowers”. She also knows Jaiden likes animals - so i fully expect her someday meting with her and going “hello my love i have gotten you a Cachalote because you love animals.” opening her backpack, pulling out one of the cages and giving it to Jaiden. Fully expect her to someday, on account of Jaiden loving birds, finding and getting her a Sun Bird.

Jaiden would probably free it though, and Baghera would be absolutely mesmerized by her doing so.

Introverted or Extroverted Couple

I think they are quite extroverted but also with their down times because Jaiden tends to get overwhelmed on loud spaces as we have seen before on some events because of all the noise. So I imagine that they’ll go out because Baghera and her love hanging out with their friends, and at some point Baghera will be talking to someone, and feel Jaiden laying her head on top of Baghera’s shoulder.

That’s her telltale sign for “Low Battery.” To decide whether to leave if it’s too much, or to have some recovery time away from people and noise.

She turns around, holding her head in one hand, petting her cheek, and sees to her needs. She loves going out, but Jaiden’s comfort goes first. They’d either go to a more secluded place for Jaiden to wind down, both sitting on the floor with Jaiden’s head on Bagh’s lap while she covers Jaiden’s ears with her hands to keep all that noise getting to her.

Who makes the other smile with no effort.

Jaiden makes Baghera smile without any effort. Jaiden will be doing anything and it’ll make Baghera smile, just the sight of her being enough to make her day. I think that Baghera finds this wet cat woman cute, so she’ll do something and Baghera will squeal in joy and approach to pepper kisses all over her face while mumbling something like “WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN PRETTY, I NEED TO SQUEEZE YOU.” because she gets cuteness aggression from Jaiden.

And, to Jaiden’s surprise, she finds herself smiling to herself whenever she thinks of Baghera.

[koko-raccoon]

F/O and OC lists (I'm always updating this):

Fictional Others ❤ (note: I am not non-sharing and I do not mind doubles. In fact, I love doubles and I love finding other people who have the same favorites as me) :

Romantic:

Buster Moon 🎤 (Sing)

Teddy 🛠 (Bob's Burgers)

Cosmo 🔎 (IF)

The Captain/Admiral 🚢 (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Caine 🦷 (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Lord Hater ⚡ (Wander Over Yonder)

Bill Cipher ⚠️ (Gravity Falls)

Yondu Udonta 💘 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Jaq/Sir Hugh 📿 (Cinderella)

Rudy 🎪 (Killer Klowns from Outer Space)

Michael Myers 🎃 (Halloween)

Earl the Squirrel 🎄 (Universal Studios)

Lord Garmadon 🐍 (The Lego Ninjago Movie)

Spider-Man Noir 🕸 (Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse)

Dale 🐿 (Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers)

Professor Membrane 🧠 (Invader Zim)

Honest John & Gideon 🦊🐱 (Pinocchio)

Mr. Peabody 👓 (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)

Platonic:

Vision 🤖 (MCU)

Bender 🍻 (Futurama)

Timon 🦋 (The Lion King)

Crushes/low key an F/O but not officially one:

Glinda 🎆 (Oz the Great and Powerful)

Husk 🎲 (Hazbin Hotel)

Casey Jr 🚂 (Dumbo)

Helen 🐌 (Bob's Burgers)

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Fan OCs (I have my own Original Characters but listing them would take up too much time and energy. But maybe someday I'll put it together)

Kylee 🏕 (Camp Lazlo)

Ebony ❄ (Prep and Landing)

Pumpkin 💅 (Prep and Landing)

Winter 🎙 (Prep and Landing)

Rudolph 😡 (The Muppets)

Princess 🍭 (Wreck-it Ralph)

Irene 🎬 (ParaNorman)

Sue 🎨 (Monsters University)

Tammy 💋 (Monsters University)

Danny  🛹 (Monsters University)

Olivia 📒 (Monsters University)

Kiwi 🍪 (Disney/Ducktales)

Raquel 💃 (Disney)

Birdie 🥊 (Disney)

Catalina 🙀 (Disney)

Pepper 📚 (The Boxtrolls)

Hamilton ✂️ (The Boxtrolls)

Chleo 🛼 (Wander Over Yonder)

Lady Luck 👓 (Cool World)

Squeaker 🌃 (Bojack Horseman)

Anna 🌕 (Gravity Falls)

April 💍 (Sing)

Hope 🌙 (Sing)

Tanya 👗 (Rock Dog)

Zynthia 🎶 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Cassandra 🎆 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Celestine 🌟 (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Juniper 👿 (The Lego Ninjago Movie)

Diane 💎 (Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers)

Midnight 🔮 (Eureeka's Castle)

Joliet 🔪 (Krampus)

Dina 🧨 (Killer Klowns From Outer Space)

Professor Ant 🐜 (James and the Giant Peach)

Quorra 🔫 (Star Wars)

Switch (AP-87) 🤖 (Star Wars)

Vulture 🐀 (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

Waverly 👩‍⚕️ (Halloween 1978)

Martha 🎄 (The Grinch 2018)

Jack 🧜‍♀️ (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Adam 🧟‍♂️ (Queen Mary's Dark Harbor)

Ivy ✨ (Onward)

Busby 🌵 (The Looney Tunes Show)

Kattan 💫(The Looney Tunes Show)

Nona 🎸 (Kid Cosmic)

Minky 🎠 (Hazbin Hotel)

Yancy ♥️ (Hazbin Hotel)

Vivi 💨 (Encanto)

Beeb 💐 (Smiling Friends)

Misery(Julie) 🎭 (South Park)

Miss. Skunk 💥 (The Bad Guys)

Jingle Belle 🎁 (Despicable Me)

Francesca 😾 (Pinocchio)

Billie 🎮 (Bob's Burgers)

Joan 🛋 (Bob's Burgers)

Lily Belle 📄 (Mr. Peabody and Sherman)

Paula 🔧 (Futurama)

Lucky 🎤 (IF)

Margo Hare �� (Fantastic Mr. Fox)

Lisa ☠ (Halloween Horror Nights)

Cubie  🎱 (The Amazing Digital Circus)

[infiniteeight8]

Anything in the Tony and Soul Stone' verse? I've said it before and I'll say it again - I love it!

I feel a little bit like I have to apologize for this installment in the series, because I don’t think anyone was looking forward to it, and I suspect it’s not what you were looking forward to when you prompted more in the ‘verse. And there’s no Stephen, and no Soul (speaking, anyway). But I seem to be writing this story in chronological order, and we have to go through this part to get to the rest of the fun, romance, and stone-bearer stuff that I have in my head for the future. So I hope you’ll forgive me.

This is Pepper and Tony breaking up. Lest you skip it because I’ve written that before, allow me a small spoiler, since it’s different from what I’ve done before: Tony is the one doing the breaking up this time. (Although I’ll admit that the reasoning is very similar to what I’ve used from the other side.)

Links

Most of Tony & Soul can be found here.

The most recent instalment is on Tumblr here. (It'll be added to the series eventually, but it isn't there yet.)

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Tony is waiting on the couch when Pepper gets home. He’d been tempted to have a drink for this conversation, but he’d decided that he wanted the clearest possible head. And also that it might send the wrong message to Pep. So instead of fussing with a glass, he’s fussing with his phone. 

“Tony,” Pepper says warmly when she steps off the elevator. Tony sets aside his phone and straightens up a bit, looking up at her as she crosses the room. “Were you waiting for me? I’m sorry, if I’d known I wouldn’t have stayed as late.”

It’s not terribly late, but Tony had still spent the last two hours torn between calling her so that he could get this over with and not wanting this to happen any sooner. To be honest, he’d still been debating when FRIDAY told him Pepper was en route. “I was waiting,” he says, because it’s obvious. “But it’s fine. I could’ve called.”

Pepper slowly sinks down onto the couch. She starts to speak, then stops. Finally, she sighs, tucking a lock of hair behind one ear. “I get the feeling we’re not here to talk about starting wedding planning again.”

Tony huffs humorlessly. “No, we’re not.” He runs his fingers over the bracelet housing Soul. The stone is quiet. Tony hadn’t actually asked for that, but it’s Soul. They know. Taking a deep breath, Tony looks up and meets Pepper’s gentle gaze. “You’re one of the most important people in my life, and I hope that will always be true, but I don’t want to marry you, Pep. I don’t want us to be in a relationship anymore.”

Pepper nods sharply and drops her gaze, blinking rapidly. Her fingers twist together for a moment before she deliberately smooths them out over her knees. “Why?”

“You’ve been putting up with me for a long time,” Tony says. “You put up with me screwing around, you put up with my recovery—”

“Tony—”

He holds up a hand. “Let me finish, please.” Pepper bites her lip briefly, but nods. Tony takes a break and goes on. “You put up with Iron Man and all the fights and me flying off into space more than once. And I was grateful for that for a long time. Really. But a relationship shouldn’t be about putting up with each other.”

Pepper can’t resist breaking in. “If you’re doing this for me—”

Tony shakes his head sharply. “I’m not,” he says firmly. “I’m doing it because while a lot of that stuff is past, Iron Man isn’t. I expect the battles aren’t. And I don’t want a partner who looks at that part of me and my life and sees it as a negative they have to cope with. I want someone who’s going to be a part of that life, whether that’s literally or figuratively.” Tony reaches up and touches the nanobot housing that he’s wearing. “I want someone who isn’t waiting for me to take this off.”

“Tony,” Pepper says carefully, “you’re not going to be Iron Man forever. You’re 48 years old. No matter how good the suit is, someday you’ll be too old to wear it.”

No, I won’t, Tony thinks. Soul told him right at the start that immortality was part of the deal. But he hasn’t told anyone about Soul. Stephen is the only one who knows. Just thinking about telling Pepper feels wrong. 

“Even if I put the suit aside,” he says aloud, because with multiple lifetimes on the table, that might well happen one day, “I’ll still be Iron Man. Iron Man isn’t the suit, Pep. It’s answering the call when the shit hits the fan. I’m always going to answer, even if it’s for,” Tony smiles, “tech support.”

Pepper laughs and brushes away a couple of tears. “I should have known,” she says. “When you ran off into space the last time. I should have known then.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know, either,” Tony offers. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since I got back. About the reality of my life, instead of the fantasy. About what I want my life to look like, now and later.”

“And I’m not in it,” Pepper says. She sounds sad, but not disappointed. It’s a bit of a relief.

Tony shakes his head. “You’re in it. As a friend.”

“Well.” Pepper stands and wipes her cheeks dry of tears again. Going to the bar, she pours a couple of drinks. Returning to Tony, she hands him a glass and then extends her for a toast. “To friends.”

“To friends,” Tony echoes.

They clink glasses.

[parcy-anda-but-with-actual-posts]

Okay, so first time in a long time tackling a monthly challenge, I'll go ahead and make cumulative weekly posts here for Smaugust (2024). Just having fun, not trying to impress anyone, but I also want a convenient place to come back to it. =v=; General Warning: Creativity is not my strong suit, but I've tried not to be too predictable.

Day 1: Fruit — A scorpion pepper dragon. Peppers are fruits, technically, but I tried to mix it up by having this dragon be super chill, or at least lazy. It's content to be left to its naps as it overheats easily in its hot, arid environment, being more active at night, and even then, not too active. XD I can expand on lore for this, but keeping things simple for now.

Day 2: Ash — medieval/monk illustration inspired, apologies

For this one, I took a photo of the ash tree out front, and used its outline to create a cloud-breathing false hydra of sorts. Sad hypothetical story time: in reality, this is a mass of separate serpents all coiled up together and spewing thick vapors to obscure what lies at its center. These are the various children of an immortal great mother serpent, of whom all that remains is her head. They wouldn't leave her behind, and their home has decidedly not been safe since the incident; they carry her with them everywhere, hiding in misty places and masquerading as a large tree.

Day 3: Storm — I defaulted to scenic, because design on the word storm alone, I was really struggling with. Have a storm drake-like thing. ^^' I created pale yellow glows that shone through and lit up surrounding foliage as it stalks and prepares to attack something. I also let the colors that come to mind with dark clouds and stormy nights take this thing over completely. Fun experiment. C'X

Day 4+5: Fossil+Hybrid — this doesn't bode well, having to combine to make up for lost days this early. >v<; Here, though, have the unholy spawn of anatomically-somewhat-accurate Aerodactyl and the proportions and vibe of an Azhdarchid. I adore these pterosaurs on an aesthetic and imaginative level... would just about wet myself in fear if faced with one. Maybe someday I'll come back to prompts like this and actually put some respectable time into posing and rendering, but for now, just quick ideas for fun. :3

Day 6: Mist — WHOOPS, I missed one - adding this one in belatedly, but it was done on time... might have overlooked this because it really was thrown together in a hurry, and highly self-indulgent. Like, more than most of these. ^^' Have a cotton ball mass of dragon that curiously rolls up on little towns at pre-sunrise hours, especially at the base of mountains. It's a lazy and harmless enough creature, but it has a way of scaring little ones sh*tless, just the same. The sun rays coming through don't hurt it, luckily, but it does add to the "be not afraid" vibes. X'D

Day 7: Striped —Along with nostalgic inspiration of a friend's character, I based this one on a Cheshire Cat vibe, spiraling shapes vaguely snuck in. I'm still having much too much fun with the rough wash brush... but that's what I've decided to do this whole month, is have fun. ^^ Hopefully you're having a nice day!

Each week will be a different post, since the 30 image limit leaves us just shy of fitting the challenge into one post. >v<; See Week 2, if you like! (or Week 3, or 4, for that matter!)

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hey it's high-fructose-jay-syrup again. I sent the original question off anon because it's not something I'd feel particularly awkward about anyone connecting to me, but then sent the followup ask on anon because I figured the ask not having gone through had something to do with me sending it off anon lmao (which apparently it did, since you did get the anon ask)

anyhoo. wondering if you have any insight on the line between masochism and self harm? I am realizing that a lot of my prior exploration of that area of kink had more to do with a desire to Feel Something than pure enjoyment of pain (which often resulted in me continuing despite being unsure about my comforts) and I think most of it was not a good idea to be doing and may even have been somewhat traumatizing. so now I'm understandably pretty wary about exploring that field again (I mean I'm wary of sex in general thanks to Trauma TM but yk, someday when that's no longer the case), and wondering if you have any thoughts on how to tell the difference between something that involves pain but is completely safe and enjoyable, and something that is actively damaging and needs to stop, *especially* given the phenomenon of sub drop.

thanke! happy late birthday!

hi not-anon,

this is a very interesting question, and I'm afraid it's not one that I'll be able to offer a very solid answer on. the line between masochism and self-harm that you're seeking is a thin and wavering one, and exactly where it lands varies heavily depending on the individual. there's a pretty excellent book called Hurts So Good: The Science and Culture of Pain on Purpose that I thought of immediately while reading your question; in it, author Leigh Cowart examines their own experiences with ballet, eating disorders, and kink as well as people who partake in pain-seeking activities like eating record-setting amounts of painfully hot peppers, taking part in body-breaking ultramarathons, and flinging themselves into frigid waters on purpose. I think it's very notable that many of the people they talk to discuss former addictions that were much more actively detrimental to their quality of life than their current pain fix; sometimes it's not a matter of "I'm not hurting myself at all," but "hurting myself eating peppers will fuck me up a lot less than hurting myself with alcohol."

if you think about it there are dozens of activities that can simultaneously get a brain pumping dopamine and set off our pain receptions. pulling from just two of my own experiences, I love the pain of a needle when getting a new tattoo, and I love how wrecked my body feels after a couple hours of bouldering - and yes, both of those come with a drop afterwards! does that mean they qualify as self-harm? I don't think so, no, but I can also easily see how either could slip into that, if I were to start pushing my body regularly beyond the threshold of acceptable pain into something more than I can comfortable handle. the problem is that, as I said, that line isn't universal, and sometimes the only way to find out for sure is to push a little too far and see what happens.

it's also worth pointing out that, in terms of sexual masochism specifically, the idea of anything being "completely safe" is a discouraged by a lot of people within the community. this is a large part of RACK, or risk-aware consensual kink; substituting the "safe" in "safe, sane, and consensual" with an acknowledgement that sex involving acts of physical violence, no matter how well-negotiated, cannot ever be 100% perfectly risk free, and that this is a risk that participants must either be willing to accept or not engage with. to my thinking, at least, being risk-aware also means knowing the emotional harm that you would be making yourself vulnerable to by participating, and taking responsibility for that by not seeking out potentially harmful situations.

(safe, sane, and consensual has been reevaluated and contested in other ways in recent years; I wrote more about that and its history here for the curious.)

it seems clear that you're aware of which side of that line you've fallen on in the past, and I'm glad it's something you've been able to recognize and change your behavior around, as it sounds like avoiding SM situations entirely is great for you right now. I don't know if you're on a break from sex altogether, but if you are feeling wary about it, then it certainly couldn't hurt. it bears mentioning that even the most vanilla sex on earth can be (and often is) a form of self harm as much as kinky sex; as always, the thing that matters in the context and the experience of the individual involved.

in regards to any kind of sex, my advice is generally pretty blunt: if you're not sure whether or not something will fuck you up, don't do it. why would you take that risk? there are plenty of spaces in our lives where we have to put up with things that suck, but when it comes to your sex life that shit's completely customizable. skip the things that you're unsure about, focus on what you know works for you, whether that's vanilla sex, kinky sex, or no sex at all.

[togetherhearted]

COMMISSION FOR @mahou-shoujo-persephone ♡ Thanks so much for trusting me

PANDORA AND LULU FLUFF

Love at first sight;what a splendid yet crazy concept. The mere idea of thinking you found your true love as your eyes met theirs makes some hearts throb.

This what happened when Pandora met Lulu after she fell in a foreign place.

And what if I tell you that it was not only a love at first sight but a cliché event?

Your loved-hated bumping into each other when turning around a corner. Books falling from the arms of one of the two;The touch of hands while getting them back.

Now, Pandora and Lulu weren't in a school, running to next class;still, they indeed collided together.

Long story short Pandora fell, first and hard.

Though she never rushed in;her shyness taking the best of her.

This was a love story on tip-toes;quiet and slow.

-I think Lulu likes you very much;more than friends-

Those words made Pandora very happy. At the end the time she spent with her finally brought them close, so close they now could date.

-I do, too-

And a wonderful relationship bloomed from there.

Time flies when you are having fun. Time flew for the two of them. They grew together, spending their days exploring feelings, juggling their relationship with their daily lives. As I said earlier, no rush needed;they had all the time.

-Do you think Lulu will find her mother someday?-

Pandora glanced back at her after she stared at the ceiling for who knows how long.

-Here's hope you do- She simply answered back. Tentatively She brushed her hair from the other forehead.

They happily shared the cocoon of blankets, skin to skin;warmth developing them.

Lulu sighed, sinking deeper in the mattress;her head comfortably resting in the pillows. Pandora brought her closer, like she wanted them to merge.

-Don't give up. I believe things will end up well-

-Lulu knows...she's also not alone now-

-That's right. You have friends. You have me. I'll...make sure you accomplish your dream-

As she said that she turned the lamp off.

-Speaking of dreams. We should probably close our eyes and rest...-

Pandora closed hers. Lulu followed soon after;her dragon wings embraced Pandora's body, pulling her even closer.

-Sweet dreams...-

-You too...-

After minutes they both fell in a peaceful slumber.

Warm rays of light entered their shared room. Lulu's eyes were hit by the light. She made sure her wings were still covering Pandora, so she could rest a while more.The dragon girl looked at her partner in her "dragon cocoon."She smiled softly, rubbing the skin of her cheeks affectionately.

She waited some more;the sun rising up, warming up and illuminating the room further.

-Lulu thinks it is time to wake up-

She whispered gently. Pandora scrunched her nose. Lulu insisted;her hands wandered on the skin of her body, then pressed her lips against her in a render way. Not happy she peppered Pandora's exposed neck, making her squirm and giggle.

-Ok ok. I'll get up-

She rubbed her eyes tiredly -Already up for mischief- She ruffled Lulu's hair.

-Let's go have breakfast. I'll try to cook for you-

Lulu lifted her head immediately;a bashful smile appeared on her face -Lulu appreciates-

Before they could leave the warm bed they spent some more time under the blankets, sharing tender touches and kisses. Nothing was better than starting the day with the person you love.

[Extra little sketch as a thanks]

[gwemmieee]

Happy trans day of visibility. This is the first one I feel like I can really celebrate, because my life has finally started.

This year, having a real family that loves me unconditionally is new to me. Having a support network that puts effort into being there for me is new to me. Being able to meet other people like me in person and feel like we can all exist without fear is new to me, and amazing. Having a safe home where I can truly relax and stop feeling like I'm under attack by my family, by the world, by societal pressures, by lack of food/ housing security, etc., is new to me.

The fact is I didn't actually know what safety and love were until other people showed me. Despite a lifetime of obsessively studying it and trying to show it to others. It just doesn't sink in until you experience it firsthand.

2 years and 2 months ago I made the decision to stop suppressing who I really am. 2 years ago I made the decision to not unalive myself in the hospital after an accident resulting in permanent disability. 1 year ago I made the decision to leave the only home I'd known and the only family I'd known to go try to build a brand new life with brand new people in a brand new place. A few months ago I made the decision to stop turning all of the world's pressures inward on myself and finally allow myself to breathe. For my whole life, I've only ever made the healthiest choices available to me at the time. But these specific choices were the best decisions I ever made.

After 29 years of learning and knowing nothing but how I can best survive in the toxic masculine, misogynistic, transphobic, ableist, cruel, unfeeling, and downright predatory environment that I used to call home, how to survive when all of the closest people to me only value my usefulness to them and not my humanity, in 2024, I'm finally starting to learn how to do anything else. How to be anyone else. How to be myself.

Now, I get to start actually growing up and becoming who I've always wanted to be. And it feels amazing.

But it's not all amazing and good feelings all the time. 3 decades of trauma and a fascist colonialist capitalist state don't just go away.

Seattle is the safest place I've ever heard of for our people, and it's amazing how much better it is than anywhere else, but the overall treatment we get from society is still far below the bare minimum that less marginalized folks take for granted.

I still don't feel safe being outside by myself and carry pepper spray everywhere. I still feel alienated and unwelcome among my own people half the time simply because most people don't handle trauma very well. I still am objectively just one big financial hardship away from homelessness. I still am too burdened by trauma and stress and disability to actually work a full time schedule for all 12 months in a year, and working such a schedule at all still comes with severe mental and physical health risks, and there is simply not enough support from society to change that right now, but I'm having to make it happen anyway if I want to stay housed and fed.

I'm at the point now where for a few days out of the week on average, I get to actually feel happy and healthy on the level that most people take for granted. And it's amazing. But like clockwork, every time I feel that great for a few days, I inevitably have nightmares followed by a slow and heavy morning in which I just can't stop thinking about my past trauma. I'm trying to learn how to channel it better so that I can at least feel OK about times like these. Someday I want to be an accomplished author, musician, etc., but right now I'm only just learning from scratch how to begin to communicate my darkness in ways that are comprehended and healthy. With stuff like this tumblr post.

Ultimately, I think I'll be OK, but only because the people who can help me choose to help me, and I still need so much more help.

But most of all, I want you to have a specific takeaway from reading this. This might be starting to change now, but throughout my life, most of the people who got to know me enough to perceive all my scars, all the flaws and ignorances and miscommunications that still plagued my behavior at that time, would cut and run. They would make assumptions about me as a person and decide that they no longer wanted to have anywhere near as close a relationship with me. And without actually communicating a word of any of that, they would instead just flip that switch where they think of me as a person to the off position, and they would ghost me.

And I get it. I ghost people too. I stop giving eye contact to strangers on the street who gave me bad vibes. I cut people out of my life when they've knowingly crossed clear boundaries that I defined because I needed those boundaries respected to feel safe. These are safe and healthy things to do. I personally have seen most of the old friends from my old life that I still had, exit my life now in the past half year, simply because I put my foot down on boundaries I needed and they decided they liked their fictional version of me who didn't have such boundaries better than the real me.

But one thing I have never done and never will do, is get so close to someone that we start opening up to each other on some level, and then run away without a single attempt to clearly communicate boundaries and give them a chance to be better.

That shit is why I took so long to figure out what I was missing in my life. When you do that to someone, you leave them with every reason to suspect they've done something wrong, but no information to figure out exactly what it is they did that was wrong. So they start filling in the blanks with their own biases and misconceptions. Oh, I guess I scared her off by being too weird because I'm so autistic and effeminate. Oh, I guess he hates me now because I was too emotional. Oh, I guess they stopped inviting me to parties because of how annoying I am when I start talking about a subject I'm passionate about. Oh, I guess they're all doing better than me because they're better than me at just getting over all of these insecurities and being more charming and interesting, and that's why they're finally getting to marry someone who really loves them and have their happily ever after.

It's much worse when you're also brainwashed by your abusive family to think their conditional acceptance and inconsistent episodes of intolerance or hypocrisy are all normal healthy family behaviors. You start internalizing everything about you that they've ever disapproved of. You start burying everything about yourself that nobody has been brave enough to love, which in my case was everything about myself, period.

This becomes a source of trauma. It is literally a trauma trigger for me now every time someone who I've been given reason to think would likely understand me and want to get to know me, doesn't. It's the worst kind of trauma trigger, because just like when an edgy comedian singles you out for your marginalized identity, I do not get a chance to have any dialogue with the person who triggered me about how they hurt me and why, and if I don't have real love and support from others in my life, then the whole experience teaches me to be more selective and hypervigilant with who I let myself hope might treat me like a full person and how much of myself I let myself express outwardly. This is what it is to have abandonment issues and RSD.

And it is hard to go on living like this even after my happy ending. Yes, I have real family now. Yes, I have a support network and real access to my community now. But for the rest of my life, I will always be cursed with a harsh truth about the world. I will always intensely identify with a category of people who more often than not will hurt me given the chance. Because at the end of the day, most people are awful at handling their trauma in healthy ways without hurting others, and marginalization only makes you more likely to have more trauma that makes you more harmful. Marginalization raises the bar you have to cross in order to survive and have a positive impact on the world, based on how kind a person you are. It lowers your chances of ultimately being a good person. That's the biggest reason why marginalization needs to end.

I am fundamentally an amazing person. I'm tied with a few others as the most patient, kind, inviting, understanding, and compassionate person I know. But it doesn't always look that way to other people. I've spent so much time in hell that I have rough edges that I never asked for, that I wound never have had if it was up to me, that are a direct result of abuse and trauma. But sometimes, when people see those rough edges, and they can't fathom on their own that I have just been through that much hell that I internalized some of it, they choose to make assumptions and leave. And it's their loss, because if they'd stuck around then they might have noticed that my natural state is to bend over backwards to help someone else feel comfortable. I truly love learning new lessons about how to help people feel more comfortable and I'm really good at learning them quickly and permanently adjusting my behavior. And they miss out on all of that because they weren't willing to even try. But before now, it was my loss too. The primary reason I took 27 years to figure out my gender, 28 years to figure out my family was always going to be abusive, and 29 years to figure out that I can escape all of that and be happy, is because it simply took that long for less than a dozen wonderful people to find me and actually give me a chance.

And again, I get it. This shit can be scary. If you're seriously considering ghosting someone without communicating first, then I'm willing to bet they hurt you or scared you so much that you're struggling to empathize with them as a person. That's why it's so easy not to think about what ghosting them might do to them. I have had so many moments where I was so afraid of communicating with that person that I was shaking from fear and belaboring over it for hours. And let me be clear, nobody should ever have to feel that way. If a situation like that is scaring you that much, please consider your own safety first. But that doesn't mean you have to ghost them. These kinds of situations are exactly why we've invented practices like mediation and setting boundaries. These are fair and rational ways to come to an understanding when we're so scared that empathy isn't enough. Take a break from thinking about it, if you have to. Nobody needs to hear from you immediately. There is nothing wrong with taking some time to ground yourself and separate yourself from that situation until you can come back to it from better place. Just remember that if you've made them feel like you're a friend they can trust, then you owe it to them not to break that trust. All you have to do is communicate clear boundaries one time, and then if they keep being awful, then they've broken your trust and it's fair to ghost them.

So please, be safe, and set boundaries, but also, please communicate those boundaries and give others a chance. There are so few of us out there who are kind enough to respect every clear and fair boundary we know of, and every single one of us has very little hope of survival until someone else like us gives us a chance. There are too few of us. We are too valuable. Please lift a finger to help each other.

This, I think, is the biggest lesson that everybody needs to learn next if the world is going to become safer for us anytime soon. Happy trans day of visibility!

[virginmarychangbininthemegaverse]

Changbin Rosary in Stray Kids "MEGAVERSE" MV

I literally made this whole blog only to show everybody my investigation on Changbin rosary in the MEGAVERSE MV because I'm FK obsessed with rosaries and I wanted to replicate it. Finally I can't but stay tuned to the end (pun not intended) to now why.

(Disclaimer: I love Stray Kids music but I don't consider myself for the moment a Stay, so I maybe mess up the names, I will try not, and I have no fucking clue about the Stray Kids lore, I suppose this one is about some type of multiversal Christian elevator. It's a joke, I know there is more but I find it funny to describe this like this the same way I describe ATEEZ as multiversal flying pirates with evil doppelgangers trying to dismantle a dictatorial dystopia with some type of illegal contraband ring of bullets in hot chilly peppers while actively killing people. I swear someday I'll learn the Stray Kids lore bc I really like their music)

(Disclaimer 2: I'm a multi and a legally Christian atheist. If you don't like me being a multi or an atheist, find peace by blocking me as God intended. Thanks! ❤️❤️)

NOW WITH THE ROSARY

For the easy part, if you zoom in on the rosary, you can see it's made out of white hearts. Make sense actually when you see that the hearts have some protagonism in the MV. And because I highly doubt that they made this rosary from scratch bead to bead like I do I searched on Aliexpress and SURPRISE I found it!

https://es.aliexpress.com/item/1005003973327676.html?gatewayAdapt=glo2esp

You can see it even has the same centre with the halo on the Virgin Mary's head. I know in the MV it can look like gold but is the illumination. Changbin's rosary is totally silver. Now the difficult part. You can see there are differences. BECAUSE THEY TOOK THIS ROSARY AND THEY FRANKENSTEIN IT WITH OTHER THING. I couldn't understand initially the pendant part. It's too long, I don't understand what that word means, and the beads made no sense to me. And the crucifix is actually different, they also changed it.

Here you can see the different parts. At first, I thought they added some type of chain between the pendant beads and after the beads another elongation with that word, like some type of independent DIY work. But those beads also didn't make sense because they were too close to each other and that would have meant too much work that only I like to do. And after I realised those beads were not hearts. Like, it's a totally different pendant. And then I realised that the Behind the Scenes video of this MV existed and OMG THANK GOD FOR THIS AMEN because you could see much better the rosary. Because I swear I couldn't see what that word was: Fero? Feno? Nop. Here you have it.

Okay, the word is FenG with some type of diamond incrustation and a sans serif typography. That resolved absolutely nothing for me because I tried to search for something related to FenG and all I had for a day was Feng Shui results.

Then I saw the chain: it's a very typical curb chain usually marketed to the male bad boy street silver vibe. Personally I find it's an elegant chain but it's true that the general vide of a curb chain it's "bad boy". Perfect, now we have bad boy Virgen Mary repartiendo hostias that I'm very sure would kick Herodes ass with all God's force. So I thought "Yeah, that's easy, I can find a curb chain and Frankenstein everything together". But then, telling all this to a friend I had a fucking revelation. Bellow the Virgin Mary centre you can see a HOOK. So I thought OMG the pendant part has to be some type of bracelet with the word FenG that they throw in the rosary and call it a day. Well, I found nothing. But then, while I was in the toilet, EUREKA, I found it! I don't know why it didn't cross my mind that that part could be a necklace instead of a bracelet but I found it absolutely on accident:

It's apparently a dissected part of the FCW Diamond Necklace from the Feng Chen Wang Fall/Winter 2022 Collection. It's not anymore on the FenG CHen WANG official shop (I had to use WayBackMachine to see the original one bc some of the versions I found were clearly replicas bc the curb chain and the pearls were different) and it's not cheap to buy in other shops. That's why I'm not going to be able to replicate this one because I don't have 300 or 150 USD to do this (that's the price they are selling it now). Sorry.

But this is still interesting. The part that they used in the rosary is the FenG part until the hook with the pearls. EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE NOW. Like, I'm sure they had the original necklace hanging around for a past MV and they did the Frankenstein rosary that we can see in the MV. So now Virgin Mary Changbin has a luxury 300 USD rosary on his neck. Cool.

Now the final part. The crucifix. Well, I have no clue so I'm gonna give you an alternative with an explanation.

Repeat with me, IT'S SILVER. Not gold. Now the form. As you can see it's not the same as the Aliexpress one I found. This one had the centre with some type of aura or petals, so I suppose they pasted another crucifix that they had in the studio. Surely, and bc in some parts it looks like it has some time of bling bling, it's from some expensive jewellery they had in there. Or maybe it's a cheap crucifix they found on the internet like the original heart rosary. And that's what I did. I researched. I don't think I found the original but I found an alternative.

https://es.aliexpress.com/item/32945065283.html

So this is the end of my TED Talk on Changbin rosary in the Megaverse MV, how it was made, and how you can replicate it if you found a replica of the FenG necklace.

Thank you for listening!

[clueingforbeggs]

Lyrics are in the original description, but in case Tumblr/YouTube doesn't like you clicking on the embed (which it doesn't like me doing), I'll put them below the cut as well.

(opening: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band) It was 60 years ago today Lady Lambert got the show to play And I know it's had its ups and downs But there's a reason why it's still around So let me introduce to you The man who kicked it off in style... Billy Hartnell's Cranky Time Lord Band...

(I Am The Walrus) I am Who and Who are You and where is Sue And take your business elsewhere See how I flick this real specific switch, See how we fly Not lyin'

Prehistoric caveman Fire from the cave of skulls Superstitious witches Never been a hero Funny thing is fear it Makes companions of us all I M not Foreman We're on a tour, man I am the Doctor Hmm? Doctor Who?

Static city, Thals are pretty, Polycarbon mutants run the show See how they talk in adenoidal squawks See how we rise I'm dyin'...

Me and Marco Polo... in the court of Kublai Khan Sacrifical Aztecs, 'nachronistic priestess Open up the door mid-flight And now we're very small

I'm the original (you might say) I am the first one (sort of) I am the Doctor - Hmm? Doctor Who?

Post-apocalyptic London Where a love can bloom One day I'll come back, I really will, Until then have a pleasant time.

Bye Susan Foreman More is in store, man I am the Doctor, Hmm Doctor Who? Hm Doc-

(Eleanor Rigby) Bennett and Vicki Trapped on a planet where no hope for rescue is clear No one comes near 'Cept for Koquillion. He's a big monster who threatens them never to leave Would you believe? They are the same people And Barbara shot your dog

(Tomorrow Never Knows) Relax into the vibe of ancient Rome Such a hot party... fires are starting And float like the Menoptera do at home Flitting smartly... ('no') over Zarbii... The warriors with crosses in their eyes They are crusading... they are crusading So run before the Dalek fleet arrives Evil is scheming... Ian is leaving... Barbara is leaving... someday we'll be memeing

(spoken) 'London 1965!' (someday we'll be memeing) 'London 1965!' (today we are memeing) 'London 1965!'

(Eleanor Rigby) Steven the pilot Stuck on a planet of hostile geodesic domes Heck of a home Hifi the panda His only friend and the only thing helping him deal He's not even real

(paperback writer) Excuse me mister, where did you get that? It's the year 1066 and all that You're gear and fab, but cannot yet fab gears So who brought the watch? well, I doubt it was a Normandic settler it's the time meddler... It's the time of legends, and if we're on course, gonna see a few guys about a horse Vicki's fallen for a boy from Troy She should read a play and that play should be Troilus and Cressida May the gods bless ya... It's the Myth Makers... it's the myth makers...

(Yellow Submarine) Sara Kingdom kept the peace Katarina never saw the like in Greece As companions, they're unmatched But I wouldn't get too attached They won't live through the Dalek's Masterplan The Dalek's Masterplan The Dalek's Masterplan

(I Am The Walrus) Hmm? Doctor Who? Hmm? Doctor Who? Some Caucasian dude with Asian clothes made me play Towers of Hanoi See how they clown, take Billy Bunter down, I'm just a hand... I'm dying...

Where's the nearest dentist? Let's check the OK corral. Steven's going savage, WOTAN in the tower Pleased to meet you, Polly, Ben, won't see this face for long I'm the original (you might say) I am the first one (sort of) I am the Doctor - Hmm what's that who? Hmm what's that who? Quite right... Everybody loves one... everybody loves one... Everybody keep warm... everybody keep warm... Everybody keep warm... everybody keep warm...

(Spoken) 'Oh, Barbara' 'Now you've squashed my favourite Beatles'

[onekisstotakewithme]

make of our hearts, one heart pls pls pls -ypq

Short version: BJ and Peg are renewing their vows in 1957 (but it's also partially a front for the triad to 'get married').

Long version: This is the culmination of the first mini arc (can you call it a mini arc when it's going to be like 300k all-told?) in my post-canon verse that starts with 'ye who are weary'; BJ and Peg and Hawkeye finally get to get married, and this is, of course, followed by a honeymoon which means... wedding night sex 🌈🌟 this is perhaps the most egregious of my drafts in that a whole draft exists. I just hella burned out writing the charles/donna wedding and then jumping into this, and it's also 125k. so. there's that. SOMEDAY I'll remember how to edit it 😒 but in the meantime it makes a fun addition to my WIP lists.

And I'm adding a snippet under the cut because of course 💜 thank you for enabling me to ramble about this fucker (affectionate)

“It’s alright, darling, we don’t think you’re any more of a pervert than we already did,” she says, offering him a warm smile that does more to fluster him than the heat of the sauna.

“Well, I’m relieved to hear that,” he teases back.

“Did you know?” she asks, propping herself up on one elbow as she looks at him. “When you were sitting in the sauna with those boys – did you know you liked men then?”

“I knew,” Hawkeye says, and grins. “I knew from the time I was about… eleven, maybe?”

“I was sixteen, I think…” Peg says, before frowning like she’s thinking it over. “Or fifteen, maybe.���

“What about you, Beej?”

“Who, me?” BJ puts on his best wide-eyed look. “I didn’t have a damn clue until college – and even then, took me a while to figure out that I didn’t necessarily have to choose a side.”

“And now you’ll never have to choose again,” Peg says with a laugh.

“Right,” Hawkeye agrees, not sure why there’s a sense of unease hanging about him, even as he laughs with Peg. “You’ve got a matched set – one of each.”

BJ grins too. “I’m not complaining.”

“It’s like salt and pepper shakers. Peanut butter and jelly. You can’t have one without the other.”

“I’m a lucky man,” BJ agrees.

“Me too.”

And then, Hawkeye gets why he’s uneasy, and he sees the same thought hit BJ, both of them turning to look at Peg – who is just like they are, only…

“Peg, honey…”

“Oh no,” Peg says, looking between them. “Just when I was starting to feel relaxed… why are you two wearing your ‘bad news’ faces?”

“Because uh… we both get a matched set, but you don’t.”

“I got two for the price of one,” she says, trying to make a joke out of it. “Why should I complain?”

“But Peg…”

“Peg, listen, I know last night we said that it would be the three of us, that we’d be exclusive… but…”

“But what?” Peg asks, looking between them, and BJ nods to Hawkeye.

“But if you want to go out and find a lady, we won’t mind.”

Peg looks flabbergasted, and then hurt. “Why the hell would I want to do that?”

“Well, just… Beej and I both get to have it both ways, so to speak. We get each other, and we get you. The matching set.”

“So?”

“So, if you want the same opportunity-.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Peg asks, her eyes on fire as she sits up, flushed with anger more than heat. “That I’ll suddenly have changed my mind about being faithful to my husband just because I added another?”

“Peg, no, that’s not what we’re saying.”

Peg seems a little calmer now, although her eyes are still ablaze. “Then what?”

“We just wondered if you might miss sleeping with women,” Hawkeye says, trying to keep his tone nonthreatening. “I mean, you seemed to have pretty fond memories of that girlfriend of yours…”

Peg looks between the two of them, but she doesn’t seem angry anymore. In fact, glancing between the two of them, she bursts out laughing.

Hawkeye isn’t expecting this and flinches back from the loud noise, BJ raising an eyebrow as Peg cackles so hard she nearly slides off the bench of the sauna, her skin slick with sweat.

“Get over here, you idiots,” she says.

“Peg…”

“She’s cracked,” Hawkeye says, shaking his head a little fondly, but they do slide along the bench so that they’re sitting together, one on either side of Peg.

She rights herself, wiping at the corners of her eyes.

“You idiots,” she says fondly, looking between them. “I don’t want anything else – and I certainly don’t want to put our life in danger just because I missed my calling as a cunning linguist.”

“Peg-.”

“No, listen to me. Who the hell would we even ask for that? Who could we trust? Because pick the wrong person and you know it could come back to bite us in the ass – the instant some poor woman gets caught in a raid and gets told to name ten of her friends or hang, who do you think she’ll think of first?”

“I guess I didn’t think of it that way.”

“It wouldn’t be worth it, just for me to get my rocks off. I can do that perfectly well on my own – or with your help.”

“We just thought…”

“I know, darling, and I do appreciate you thinking of me.” She looks dangerously close to bursting into laughter again, but manages to contain it. “But you said last night that you didn’t want anyone else. And I feel the same. Sure, sleeping with a woman would be nice, but I don’t necessarily want that. I just want the two of you.”

“Well,” Hawkeye says, squeezing her knee, and giving her a leer. “You’ll be pleased to know that we want you too.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing it,” she says, and Hawkeye, despite the heat, leans in to kiss her, tasting the salt of her sweat on her lips, and the sweet taste of her mouth, the smell of steamed wood and hot coals in his nose.

[crowdedstranger]

the things i want to share about my granddad:

the camellias bloom through the winter,

vibrant magenta, one gentle snip,

the single flower floats alone, i watch us spin

thinking of warmth, of what should've been,

soft peeling of oranges under my fingers,

sticky zest lingers on and on

summer sun sets slowly, the 126 open,

someday I'll see it, just as forgiving as it is lonely

fish and chips by the water, delicate flakes torn apart

tartar sauce and lemon juice, so sour it's, oh, sweet-heart

early risers, sunscreen put on OUTSIDE

salty noses, in the shallow end you can be anything

mermaids circle, aviators frame your face

i wonder how long until i brave the deep

i sit in the truck bed, almost tall enough for our eyes to meet

no attempts to look ahead as tequila sunrise becomes our rearview

we hide under a stack of books tall enough to pass the afternoon

spines sit side by side, pages turning in a race not winnable

both born under the autumn sun,

then again, by a sycamore tree I can't wrap my arms around

you were here as a child, my mother too,

will my child bear the weight of this love?

inherited places, drawn to the burning orange, the blood red

my hands sticky from the gala,

apples fill my basket and belly,

cider spilling on the back seat

i will remember a childhood of love and light

of every fruit and every season,

learning to love, to let go, as it all eventually does

my need-to-grow-into-it kind of halo,

your golden sunhat in the hallway

can't leave without eyeing my reflection

wondering when i'll start to look like you,

completely unaware i already do

the things i don't want to share about my granddad:

a heart kept in overdrive, while never sure where to start

oil-stained fingers working until there's some kind of spark

double vision, misdirected, my throat will suffice

tear-stained cheeks, but you only nicked my heart

i'm still unsure it happened, the invisible engine,

they only see it after it fucking starts,

my north star a whiskey scented apology,

but you remember it too,

be careful what you wish for, she says while painting herself blue

strangers’ tears on my jacket, salt and pepper hair reduced to snow

with a name like James there's sacrilege everywhere I go

losing memory, losing trust, losing my own sense of just

drunken haze, rising to an ever-blazing son

welcome home, our favorite corpse livens the living room,

none of us brave enough to carry her to the closet

who does this body belong to?

how long until i can let go?

could i really, if i wanted?

for once, maybe i don’t need to know,

learning so far, certainly, anything goes

no one needs to be honest, silence all ghosts

if only, how much time spent trying to be alone

I'll look over my shoulder for the rest of my life,

do you really want to know what I remember?