#umm these aren’t that good but I just wanted to post anyway because I want to think about something other than how cooked I am in school

[treasureteamtango]

touhou doodles using the random 2hu generator

[thewordypeach]

Flesh Without Blood

Flesh without Blood (Forbidden Fruit)

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, Tommy Miller x fem!reader word count: 5.6k warnings: 18+, smut!, no use of y/n, incest (stepsibling!!!), threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected penetration x2, little bit of voyeurism, maybe some cuckold, mentions of punishment, implied rape, slight uncaring/cold-hearted... summary: There’s something beneath the surface, something that has been waiting to be unleashed. Something dark and feral. author's note: hello, this is my third story I've posted! and oooof, yeah... it is incest. but between stepsiblings (as if that makes it better??!?) i couldn't help myself okay! i know you want to be sandwiched between Tommy and Joel Miller as much as i do. also, i am sorry that the summary sucks - i'm not very good at them lol. umm, anyways, i hope you enjoy because i might have another incest-y story in the works... ;) xoxo the wordy peach <3

Joel Miller’s rough exterior speaks to the life of survival the three of you’ve endured since the cordyceps outbreak. You watch as his chest expands and his shoulders pull back, making his already physically imposing body even more domineering than before. His face, rugged and weathered, twists into a scowl. Meanwhile, Tommy Miller’s exterior is merciful, exuding a softer, more lenient temper. His body language is casual. Less rigid. But his face is stricken with disappointment.

“I’ll give you a cut of whatever I make!” The contrast between the brothers makes you nervous, and you slowly start backing away. A sense of urgency makes you blurt out a new, better offer, “Whatever I make, I’ll give you a quarter - no! Half!”

Joel remains stoically hardened, but Tommy gives a disarming smile and barks a laugh, “What the hell are we going to do with the money?”

You shrug, “Buy some more guns?”

Tommy laughs again, and his entire face lights up. Tommy’s laid-back nature has always made him the easygoing of the two brothers, and even now, as they confront you about your secret business dealings, he seems to trust that you aren’t a threat. You might be slightly stupid, but you certainly aren’t dangerous.

“Oh, Nic,” Tommy shakes his head, and his face darkens as he approaches you. The sudden change in his demeanour makes you confused, and your body stills, becoming rigid and tense. His hand is quick, clamping down around your throat. Your breath hitches, and you reach up, grabbing his wrist. His hold on you is firm, and you struggle to remove his steellike grip.

“You think we’re fucking stupid?” He hisses, voice full of venom. He doesn’t squeeze, but his fingers flex around your throat, sending the message that he could easily choke you out. Your eyes dart to Joel, who isn’t stopping any of this - in fact, it looks like Joel is enjoying it. 

“Don’t look at him - look at me,” Tommy barks, “I’m the one who has you by the throat,” 

Your eyes snap to Tommy, and you squirm, trying to step back. Tommy glares, spitting out, “Never thought you’d be the one who would betray the family, Nic,”

“I wasn’t -” You grunt, still trying to pry his hand off your throat. By a fraction, Tommy’s grip tightens. “I wasn’t trying to fucking betray you - I was trying to fucking leave this shit hole,” 

At the admission of your actual plan, Tommy stops. His face softens ever so slightly, and his eyes, once hard and emotionless, shift into concern. His brows knit together, and he whispers, “Leave?”

You nod, eyes still panicked as they peer at Tommy. You know he’s the one you want to be bargaining with, but it’s still hard to admit the truth to Tommy. You reply, “I-I-I’m joining the Fireflies,”

Confusion floods Tommy’s face, and he presses, “You need money for that?”

Momentarily, you feel bad. It wasn’t money that you were after, but rather, you were gathering supplies for a mission which just happened to belong to your stepbrothers. You shake your head and bite your lower lip, considering your words, before cautiously speaking, “I needed the supplies for a mission Marlene is sending me on,” 

“Oh, that’s fucking rich, Nic - stealing from your own brothers,”

“Tommy, no - it’s not like that,” You say, voice breaking in the process. Tommy shakes his head, and the muscles in his hand, still holding your throat, flex and shift. 

“Then what’s it like, Nic?” Tommy asks. He sounds hurt; however, his neck is corded with tension and his lips are twisted into a wryly sneer.

“I know neither of you wants me around,” Your voice quivers as you speak, the weight of past rejections and present isolations bearing down on your heart. You know deep down that Tommy and Joel Miller, your brothers only by marriage, have never entirely accepted you as one of their own. 

There has always been a palpable tension that never seems to dissipate; something is always simmering beneath the surface. And now, decades later, that same tension remains in a world ravaged by a deadly fungus. Tears gather in your eyes as you confront the bitter wound that has never fully healed. 

Tommy’s tongue clicks against his teeth, tsking in disapproval, “Poor little Nicky thinks we don’t want her around, Joel….” 

You shake your head, “Tommy - please, don’t,”

Tommy glances at his older brother, “What do you have to say about this, Joel? Do we want little Nicky around?”

From the expression on Joel’s face, you think he is being asked what he thought of the weather because it is so casual, so aloof. Completely unaffected. You watch as Joel’s mouth moves. His voice is cold and detached: “You know what, Tommy? She is stupid for thinking that we don’t want her around, considering all we’ve done for her….”

Joel casually walks over, his brown eyes staring blankly at you. That is until a strange look flickers across his face. It’s a warning - you’ve seen it before. Your stomach drops, and you’re suddenly desperate to escape this situation, so you try to bargain with them, “Just let me go, and we can pretend this never happened, okay?” 

Still holding your neck, Tommy sweeps his thumb along your jaw and strokes little circles into it. It’s almost comforting. His head tilts to the side, and he peers at you, eyes blazing. It’s the lapse of silence that has you panicking again. His face tips down, and he presses his nose into your cheek, his hot breath cascading across your skin. 

“Oh, Nic…” Tommy murmurs, his lips flush against your cheek, “I know it’s hard to believe, but everything we’ve done, we did it for you,”

The implication makes your skin crawl. Lips quivering, you ask, “What are you talking about?”

Tommy’s voice is taut, filled with annoyance, “Stupid bitch doesn’t even know how many men we’ve stopped from ripping her apart -” His hand has moved from your throat to your jaw, holding it tightly between his fingers. He’s gazing at you with expanded pupils. There’s something beneath the surface, something that has been waiting to be unleashed. Something dark and feral. 

That’s when Joel presses his body into your back, and you realize you aren’t going anywhere. Your stomach twists and floods with despair, body submitting to him instantly. With a taunting undertone, Joel says, “Oh, Nicky… how can we convince you that we want you around?”

Tommy disagrees, huffing out, “Speak for yourself, Joel - Nicky has always been a pain in my ass,”

“Tommy,” Joel warns. The energy has shifted. It’s no longer hostile, but something taboo between the two brothers is unfolding. Tommy’s mouth twitches, and he sighs, relenting as Joel recounts a memory: “Remember that one summer when she wore that tiny bikini and paraded her body all around the yard? Like some goddamn peacock.” 

Tommy licks his lips, smirking at the memory. A prickling sensation shoots up your spine, and alarms start going off in the back of your mind. Frantically, you glance around the room. You already know there isn’t a way out of here, and even if there were, Joel and Tommy would never let you go. 

With a gruff voice, Joel asks, “Tommy, how does it feel having your fantasy come true?” 

A dreadful expression crosses your face, but underneath, there’s curiosity as bewilderment floods through you. Thinking of the past and present, searching for the signs of their secret desire - can it really be true? Tommy mumbles, “It only took a decade for it to happen,”

You shake your head, refusing to believe such things, “N-no, no….”

Wickedly, Tommy grins, “What, Nic? Are you trying to tell me that you never thought of us this way?” He cocks his head to the side, entertained by the defiant glare you’re giving him. It reminds him of the times he spent teasing you as a teenager; he had fun bullying you in those days.  

Firmly, you state, “No, I haven’t.” You’re disgusted by his insinuation: “It’s wrong,”

Tommy scoffs, laughing, “So, you didn’t write in your diary about how badly you wanted Joel to take your virginity?”

You stop, eyes blinking with disbelief. Your jaw slackens, mouth opening in shock. Tommy loves this look - he loves how you’re pretending to be all innocent when you are just as dirty as he and Joel. 

“I never wrote that,” You lie. Tommy rolls his eyes and gives you a playful look before his eyes travel down, taking inventory of your body. A possessiveness settles on his face as he hungrily gazes at your chest. He knows you hate wearing a bra, and even now, he can tell you aren’t wearing one. It’s in how your tits bounce and your nipples, perky and erect, poke through the fabric.

Tommy can’t stop himself and just has to reach up and pinch one. The pain is sharp and quick, making you squeal in surprise. You try to twist away, body turning, but Joel’s hands cinch around your waist, and he holds you against his solid body. Your attempt to fight back is futile. Utterly useless. You try to think of ways out of this, but your mind is giving up, and your body is giving in; Joel touching you makes you realize that the infatuation you once felt for him has never really gone away. 

“I…I was young and stupid,” You hastily admit to the secret you’ve been harbouring for decades, “I … I thought it’d be hot to fuck one of you - can you blame me, though? Both of you were constantly bringing girls over to fuck -”

“Aw, Nicky. Were you jealous?” Tommy coos as his finger completes a circle or two around your nipple. The sensation is causing pressure to build in the crest of your crotch, and you hate yourself for it. It’s wrong, totally wrong -

“If I’m being honest, Nic… I was jealous of your little boyfriend - what was his name again? Gregory? Geoff?” 

Joel says, “Garret,”

“Ahh, yeah. Garret. He’s the one who popped your cherry,” Disappointment lines Tommy’s voice, and he pouts, jealous that it wasn’t him. Unhurried, Tommy drags a finger down, down, down and slips his hand underneath your shirt. You inhale sharply as Tommy’s hand dances across your stomach, tickling you. Goosebumps explode across your skin, and you struggle to remain indifferent, but his touch sends mixed signals to your brain. 

Teasingly, Tommy presses, “Whatever happened to Garret? Hmmm, Nic? What happened to him?” 

You bite your lip, trying to remember. Garret was your first boyfriend. Your first love. Or so, that’s what you thought. Teenage boys can be so fickle. “He… he broke my heart - cheated on me with some dumb whore,” 

“Do you regret him being your first? Do you wish it was Joel or me who took your precious little flower?” Tommy circles back to your old diary entry. You refuse to admit it, mouth clamping shut. But it’s the way your body presses into Joel’s body that gives your secret away. Intrigued, Tommy studies your subtle movement. He knows that you’ve always had something for Joel - after all, Joel is the protective older brother who’s reliable and stable. Always has been.

“Well, Nic…” Tommy’s voice fades off. His hand underneath your shirt trails up and cups your breast. It’s soft and pillowy, exactly how he imagined. His voice is low, but his intentions are evident as he speaks: “What if you got the best of both worlds? What if Joel and I take you….” 

He’s massaging your tit, kneading the plump flesh. He tweaks your nipple, softer this time, and a little gasp escapes from your throat, betraying you. Traderous sparks begin to envelop your body. Your breath hitches as you ask, “And what happens if I refuse?” 

You know you won’t be backing out of this because Tommy’s words are true. You’ve been lusting after Joel for years, and if the world hadn’t gone to total shit, you wouldn’t be standing here, considering Tommy’s insane offer. But in this post-apocalyptic world, nothing matters, not even the familial bonds you share with them. Your eyes shutter closed as you try to steady your breathing. The anticipation and nervousness are unbearable. 

“Nothing bad, if that’s what you’re wondering, darlin’...” Joel assures you in a calm, steady voice. His hands haven’t moved from their spot on your waist. The grip he has on you is gentle, reassuring. It's as if he’s trying to comfort you, and in some weird, fucked up way, it’s working. There’s no aggression or force in his touch, and the proximity of his body makes it hard for you to ignore the bulge pressing into your back. 

“Nothing bad?” You repeat. 

“Nothing bad,” Tommy and Joel say in unison. Their words soothe your nerves, but only a little. You take a deep breath, trying to settle your racing heart. You know that you can trust them and that they won’t hurt you. But still. The idea of being intimate with them is overwhelming - 

“Get on your knees -” Tommy instructs. 

Joel interjects, “Go slow, Tommy - we have all night with her,”

Tommy scowls, annoyed with his brother. However, you are already sliding down to the floor. A smug look flickers over Tommy’s face, and he unbuckles his belt and pulls down his jeans. To your surprise, he’s not wearing underwear, and his cock falls out. It’s big, and it points right at you. You peer at it, frozen in shock. You aren’t sure what you were expecting, but suddenly, you’re left wondering if Joel is also blessed with a gift of this size. Or maybe, Tommy is the one who lucked out in the genetics department -

“You’ve sucked a cock before, haven’t you, Nic?” Tommy asks as his fingers touch your chin and his thumb swipes across your lower lip, opening your mouth. You nod, and slowly, Tommy’s cock replaces his hand. He makes a soft hissing sound as your lips slide down his shaft.

“Fuck,” Tommy threads his fingers through your hair as you babble around his cock. It’s a bit too deep for your liking, but a switch gets flicked, and all you want to do is prove yourself - you want to prove to your brother that you can suck cock. You hold his hips and bob your head, working your tongue against his arousal. But apparently, it’s not enough for Tommy because he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth, his cock reaching a dangerous depth, which causes your eyes to swell with tears. 

“I’ve dreamt of this filthy little mouth,” Eyes narrowing into slits, Tommy completely immerses himself into the fantasy. He can’t believe you are here, on your knees, sucking his cock. Joel loves it too, admiring how well you are doing, but he doesn’t like how rough Tommy is - he’s practically yanking your head down his shaft, making you gag and sputter. However, you don’t seem fazed by it. 

Joel can’t help but wonder if you’re genuinely enjoying it, and he knows the answer lies between your thighs. He kneels, hand snaking around your stomach and shoving into the waistband of your pants. You let out a muffled gasp of surprise but continued to gag and sputter around Tommy’s cock. Joel’s fingers are slow, but they move with purpose, and he teasingly presses them into your panties. He whispers into your ear, “You’re so fucking wet… does sucking your brother’s cock turn you on that much?” 

He taunts your clit, fingers circling it but never quite touching it. You’re gasping for air, hot tears tracking down your cheeks. Tommy quickly wipes them away, a tender action that leaves you feeling cared for as he continues to fuck your face. Joel senses your discomfort and tells Tommy to ease off. 

“Fuck, just let me -” Tommy groans, a familiar ache in his balls. He’s so fucking close; the tension is becoming unbearable. However, Tommy has to resign himself because he still wants to fuck you, and hastily, Tommy removes his cock from your mouth, groaning as a trail of spit dangles between your mouth and the tip of his well-sucked cock.

You greedily suck the air back into your lungs, chest heaving. Your eyelids flutter as Joel continues to apply pressure through the fabric of your panties, but you need more. You need him inside. Daringly, you ask: “Can we move this to the bed?” 

Tommy and Joel share a look. It’s so quick that you almost miss it. Joel stands, lifting you in the process. He twirls you around, places his large hands on your hips, and kisses you like a man starved. Joel doesn’t give a damn that you had Tommy’s cock in your mouth because Joel has been waiting for this and doesn’t want to hold back. He gives it all to you, nipping and sucking your lower lip. When Joel’s tongue touches yours, you groan. 

As your heart thrums wildly inside your chest, liquid heat pools in your core. It’s so wrong that it’s right. Any morals you once had are long gone. They don’t exist anymore. Joel cups your ass, gripping the fleshy mounds. You gasp, and Joel smiles before his lips travel down your jaw, planting kisses down to your neck, where his teeth graze your collarbone. His hands move up and play with the hem of your shirt, and in one swift motion, he lifts it off your body and tosses it to the side. 

Joel’s mouth continues to travel downward, and he closes his mouth against your tit. He’s all teeth and tongue with continuous suction — meanwhile, his other hand twists and tweaks your other nipple between his thumb and finger. Little mewls spill forth from your mouth, and your hands are groping Joel’s bulge through his jeans, desperate to feel his cock. 

“Take your pants off, Joel,” You demand, and to your surprise, he obeys. Joel strips and tosses his clothes. Unlike his brother, Joel wears underwear with a humorous pattern of hearts. It’s quite the contrast to his imposing physical ruggedness. It makes you smile and giggle - Joel’s eyebrow lifts quizzically. You shake your head, and the next thing you know, Joel is helping you out of your pants and lowering you down to the mattress where Tommy is already lying, waiting. His clothes have already been discarded. 

“I want to taste you,” Joel murmurs. You watch as the slightest tinge of pink rises to his cheeks. It makes you giddy. Only in your dreams has Joel said such things. Joel hovers, pushing your thighs open with his palms, kneeling between them, sliding lower and lower. He hooks a finger on your panties and glides them off your hips; they join the rest of the forgotten clothes in the room. 

Joel marvels at your glistening pussy that’s so swollen from having been kept in a state of anticipation. His fingertips sink so easily into your folds, parting them and gliding his digits through the slickness of arousal seeping out. Your head tilts back, eyes closing from the pleasure steadily streaming through your body. Joel lowers his face, inhaling your tantalizing scent, which unleashes a throaty moan from his chest. He’s gentle when carving a path through your arousal with his tongue, noting how your thighs twitch ever so slightly when he glides over your throbbing clit. 

“Mmm, how does she taste, Joel?” Tommy asks, voice breaking through the silence between the three of you—Joel answers by grunting. He’s a man of few words, even now. The vibration makes you clench and groan as your hands thread themselves through Joel’s hair because you need something to hold onto. His tongue circles your clit before licking downward and dipping into your wet hole. 

You hiss at the intrusion, “Fuck, Joel,” Never fucking ever did you think your brother would be this fucking good at eating pussy -

“Joel has quite the tongue, doesn’t he, Nic?” Tommy hums as he shifts his body, lying down next to you. His mouth hovers above your shoulder, and his warm breath strews across your skin as he lowers to your breast, tongue flicking your nipple. You groan as your brain goes hazy at the dual pleasure that is coursing through your body.

You don’t know what to focus on: Joel, who is ravaging your pussy, eating it like it's his last meal on earth, or Tommy, who is manhandling your tits, biting, sucking, and marking his territory by breaking your skin’s capillaries. 

Your chest heaves, and your teeth sink into your cheek. Liquid heat blossoms in your core, and your fingers grip Joel’s hair, practically ripping it out as his tongue takes a long, broad stroke up to your clit. You gasp as he sucks it into his mouth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“You like that, Nic? You like it when Joel sucks your clit?” Tommy has quite a filthy mouth on him, and you nod, eagerly agreeing with his statement.

“Need more, though,” You murmur, and you watch as Tommy’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh, yeah? Little Nicky needs more?” Tommy teases before instructing Joel to add a finger or two, and just like that, Joel’s middle finger is circling your tight, wet hole. Tapping at it, applying the lightest pressure before it sinks inside. You’re shifting continuously, trying to adjust and make room - you can't remember the last time someone penetrated you, and Joel’s finger is so thick.  

“Relax, Nicky,” Joel rasps out, “I’m not going to hurt you….”

You order yourself to relax, but Joel can tell it’s still too much for you because he has to hold down your hip, stilling it, with his other hand. Once more, Joel latches his mouth to your clit, and twirls bud tongue around it. When Joel adds a second digit, you give a half-yelp. And when Joel curls his fingers, hooking them inside, pressing against that sweet spongy spot, heat floods your body.

Your hips grind into his face, desperately wanting more - no - needing more. Joel knows you are close to releasing because your walls clench around his fingers, and your moans have become more frequent and erratic. You’re begging, pleading, to cum.

He closes his eyes and plunders his way through, lapping and sucking your every fold. He’s tuning you to a rhythm that has your hips rising to meet his pistoning fingers, and that’s when Joel hits that perfect combination, unleashing a wave that swells and rolls across your body. Your back arches off the mattress, squealing, “Oh, fucking hell, Joeeeeel-” 

Your core tightens, and your toes curl as bright lights burst across your shuttered eyelids. Sticky wetness pours out, covering Joel’s finger and mouth, but he doesn’t stop until you’re thrashing beneath him. Unable to take any more, you gently push him away; otherwise, you know he won’t be stopping anytime soon. 

Having denied his meal, Joel gives you a sullen look with pouty lips that glisten with your nectar. You shudder at the sight and reach for Joel’s body because you need him and his cock. You tug off his boxers, springing free a heavy and lengthy cock, similar to Tommy’s. At the sight of pre-cum dribbling down from his slit, your mouth waters. 

“Like what you see, Nic?” Joel rasps as his hand reaches down, closing his fist around it. He pumps it once, twice, and you swear, it’s bigger than before. Your eyes widen, thinking it’s too big - this is something you haven’t considered before. Your past partners definitely did not measure up to what your brothers are packing. 

“It’s so big….” Your voice trails off, heat blossoming across your cheeks. You feel silly for asking, “Is it even going to fit?”

Joel smirks, “Oh, darlin’... that’s why Tommy goes first -” 

“That’s fucking right,” Tommy growls. Suddenly, Tommy’s hands groped your body, pulling you up the mattress so you’re in its center. Joel sees your disappointment. He knows you want him to be the first, but Joel and Tommy prefer it this way. It’s not only better for them, but it’s also better for you. Tommy’s cock is the perfect starter. Meanwhile, Joel’s cock is the perfect finisher. 

Tommy looks elated as he positions himself between your thighs, cock in his hand as he nudges it through your slick, wet folds. A deep, throaty moan spills out of his mouth, and he pushes his cock into your entrance. Your cunt is pliant now but still not loose enough, he comments, “Ah, what a tight fucking cunt you got, Nic,” 

It hurts, but it’s a good hurt. The type that makes you want more, and so you open your thighs, making room for Tommy. His body vibrates with tension, and he glides his cock forward, sinking into wetness with a sudden thrust. Your mouth falls open, “Shit, Tommy -”

“Fucking hell, Nicky,” He groans, rolling his hips back and snapping them forward as your velvety hole welcomes every inch of him. His throat bobs, sucking in a sharp breath, “Fucking better than I could’ve ever imaged,”

“Yeah?” You reply breathlessly. You hate to admit it, but dirty-talking Tommy is doing inexplicable things to your body and mind. You need to hear more; his encouragement alone could easily drive you to another orgasm. 

“Yeah, Nic - fucking perfect cunt,” Tommy drops his head against your shoulder, his cock nuzzled deep in your cunt. He’s trying to catch his breath, and he’s trying not to spill his entire load right then and there. But having you in this position, your walls suctioning all around him, is making him disintegrate. 

His stomach flexes, struggling to remain composed - fuck. The lack of pussy has him weak, skirting the edge of an orgasm all too soon. He’s barely even fucked you. He’s disappointed in himself. You feel Tommy’s embarrassment, and you wrap your arms around his torso, whispering into his ear, “C’mon, Tommy… don’t you want to make my pussy feel good?”

You start rocking your hips, needing more friction than what he can give. He hisses at the movement, body trembling against yours, “Fuck me, Tommy - fuck me,” Your legs shift around, locking Tommy in place as your pussy clenches around his cock, coaxing him to move. To do something. 

“You feel so good,” You lick and nip at his earlobe. He hisses in response, his hips slowly bucking to meet yours. He’s trudging forward, head hanging low, trying not to blow his entire load. 

“Mmm, do you like my pussy -”

“No more talking,” Tommy tries to quell you. Eyes closed, jaw straining, “You’re gonna make me cum, talking like that,”

Cockily, you continue to spew filth at him, “Oh, yeah, Tommy? Are you gonna cum in my pussy - are you gonna come in your sister’s pussy?”

Heart pumping wildly inside his chest, Tommy’s body seizes, and his orgasm punches through. A shaky groan, gritty and low, escapes from his chest. The room fills with ragged breathing as he ejaculates his sticky seed in your cunt. As his cock twitches and empties, Tommy shudders and gasps into your shoulder. 

His body presses against yours, needing momentary support as he wrestles with himself, feeling mortified at his lack of stamina. He used to go for hours; hell, girls would line up for a chance with Tommy fucking Miller. So, it takes him an extra moment to convince himself that this was just a one-off. 

“Next time?” He whispers, hoping - what is the likelihood you’ll be down for another round? You plant a tender kiss against his chin, hands sweeping across his sweaty temple, repeating, “Next time,”

His eyes, full of potential, snap to yours. He gives you a sheepish smile. You know you will want more after tonight because what else is there to do in this post-apocalyptic world?

Tommy moves, and as soon as he does, Joel is there to replace his brother. You barely have time to think before Joel is raising your knees, angling them apart.  Joel’s movements are quick and precise. He’s been restlessly watching you get fucked, and he’s relieved that Tommy only took five minutes because now, it’s his turn. Joel feels like he has been waiting his entire life for this moment; now, it’s here. It’s actually happening. 

A giddiness rushes over Joel, and his stomach flutters with anticipation as his eyes hungrily glaze over. He’s ready, so fucking ready to give you what you deserve. Teasingly, Joel glosses the tip of his cock past your poised entrance and rubs it against your delectable wet folds that have unmistakable evidence of Tommy. Your response is a throaty groan, watching Joel mix the precum leaking from his cock with Tommy’s leftovers.

You’re feeling lightheaded, dizzy with desire. Oh, how you’ve craved Joel. You spent decades yearning for him; you went far too long feeling like a depraved little slut for wanting to fuck your step-brother. Your perverted little fantasy is finally coming true - you have him right where you want.

Joel takes the plunge, his cock nudging into your cunt. It’s almost too much. Without Tommy’s cock to start you off, Joel would’ve never fit. You peek at the point of penetration; the sight is better than anything you dreamed of. Except his cock isn’t entirely inside - not even half. Joel definitely has an extra inch or two than Tommy. You wiggle and squirm, breathing out a scattered whimper that exudes impatience.

“Joel,” You mewl, hands groping his neck and chest. You need something to hold onto because he’s starting to push against the resistance. Joel grunts as your tight velvet walls keenly greet his cock, welcoming him inside. He doesn’t stop until he has bottomed out, cock buried to the hilt. Splitting and spreading you open, almost until a breaking point where you’re gasping at being so filled. He barely moves an inch, and your walls automatically clench, sealing around him. 

“Shit, Nic - Tommy’s right. Your cunt is so fucking tight,” Joel pulls out, and his hands slide to the small of your back, lifting into your body as he pushes back into molten wetness. He does this over and over, rubbing against the spot in your velvet channel. Your thighs tremble as a blissful pleasure travels up your spine. However, you ache for more friction. 

Noise pitches from the back of your throat, “Harder, Joel - fuck me harder,” 

And he does. He pushes your knees against your chest and tilts his hips, snapping forward with such force that you cry out, your nails digging into the side of his torso. In a matter of seconds, Joel’s thrusts have become exploratory - going from shallow to deep, reaching a point of no return as he plunders forward.

Your entire body begins pulsating, a feverish wave rolling through. A second climax is upon you, the throes of euphoria building inside your body as Joel swiftly continues, elated that he’s about to give you what you deserve. You are panting incoherent nonsense as Joel relentlessly drives his cock in and out, in and out. 

He slides a hand between your bodies, quickly finding your clit and tweaking it between his finger and thumb. Your pelvis canted upwards to meet his touch. Urgently, you gasp, needing more pressure because it’s insufficient. Joel, somehow an expert in your body, does precisely that.

Joel palms your clit, sending continuous shocks across your core, making it impossible to ignore the building pressure. When you hit the peak, it’s an endless stream of obscenities. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You thrash beneath him, thighs squeezing shut, but Joel rips them open. He charges his hips into yours, riding your orgasm out; he loves how your smooth walls flutter around his cock, milking him. Cock drenched with your juices, Joel plows, his thrusts becoming shallow and rough. He grabs your hips, trying to control them, but you continue to undulate beneath him, desperately trying to meet his rhythm because you want Joel to fill your cunt with his cum. 

“Fill my pussy, Joel, fill it -” You coax him, voice reedy, hitching on the last word. Joel’s eyes shuttered close, his lashes like dark half-moons against his skin. Your pussy is persistent, swallowing his cock without resistance now. 

A rush of ecstasy flits through Joel’s body, and within seconds, the tension of the coil is snapping. He loses control, and his strokes stutter out, cock surging with a powerful load of spunk that paints the inside of your cunt.

“Holy fuck, Nic,” Joel’s head snaps back, his throat shuddering as he tries to calm the carnal rush raging through his body. His cock twitches and convulses as it continues to empty weeks' worth of pent-up frustration. You marvel at the feeling of being stuffed with your brother’s warm seed, legs locking around his waist because you need every single drop. 

As it ends, Joel’s energy drains. The excitement has dulled into the tranquility of release. As he gently pulls out of the warmth, his movements are sluggish. You feel the remnants of your brother's love seeping out of your gaping, used hole. Your taboo appetite has been satiated, and you’re excited about the prospect of what will happen next time. You are thinking of taking both their cocks at the same time when Joel’s voice interrupts the daydream: “Still thinking of leaving us, Nic?”

You give a breathy giggle, "No, I'm thinking about what it feels like to fuck the both of you at the same time,"

[captainportgasdace]

Hi!!

What is your opinion about the rumors of Xolo Mariduena being Ace? Do you think he would be a good fit? Do you like the idea? If not, is there someone else you would have in mind? I know Lucas Amorim is another popular actor people want as Ace. Honestly, I saw Lucas Amorims audition videos...and I feel so bad to say that I DO NOT see him as our Firefist....at all. I feel bad beucase it looks like he put in a ton of work, but he isnt Ace. With Xolo, when I first saw the fancasting awhile back I though *mmm...okay, I dont love it but its not the worst....* then he started growing on me. Then I got to the point where I heard ANOTHER rumor and at that point changed to *Okay you know what? If it is Xolo, I wouldnt be mad* which then became *WAIT, I would actually be really happy if it is him!* after seeing Inaki Godo visit the Cobra Kai set. I like how he approahced it earlier whn asked if he WOULD want to be part of One Piece. He said *I would love to, but at the same time, it has to be right. I have to audition, just like anybody else.* I think Xolo would be really good as Ace, but I want to know your opinion!!!!!! Also, I am so sorry, I have been kind of spamming your blog in the past day (first my song comments now this).

OMG First of all you aren’t spamming, it makes me very happy to see you popping on my blog 🥹❤️ NEVER EVER BE SHY OKAY?

For your question, I am actually VERY GLAD you asked me. First thing, I’m a huge fan of Cobra Kai and Miguel is my favorite character AND because of Miguel I became a big fan of Xolo Maridueña. When I first saw the rumours I was like OH. I love Xolo but I can’t imagine him as Ace? So I rewatched the seasons of Cobra Kai to focus only on Xolo’s performance and…you know what? I KIND OF STARTED TO IMAGINE IT AND LIKED IT? I was just smiling the whole time AHAHAHA massive fangirl yeah erm well, anyway!

And then, I saw Lucas and…something felt off about him to me? I don’t want to be mean like dude is trying but I just can’t imagine our baby Ace like that? 😭 ALSO, one thing I didn’t liked is during the actors strike, I heard that he was still pushing to get Ace’s role instead of supporting the actors and I was like umm…ACE WOULD NEVER 😤 And the more I was watching his posts I’m like dude stop…and then I went back to Xolo and I was smiling like an idiot imagining him as Ace AHAHAHA Like…I’m already a Xolo Maridueña fangirl and I already support his career (and stalk his instagram, yeah!) and all so…YEAH I think I would love Xolo as Ace! 🥹❤️

He can fight, he’s cute, he’s a great actor, I love his face (AHAHAHA) so yeah, he got my vote and support! AND I MEAN, my expectations for OPLA Ace are HELLA HIGH, I was always saying to my boyfriend: NOT A SINGLE HUMAN ON EARTH CAN BE HIM HE’S TOO PERFECT so if I would accept Xolo, please be honoured, Xolo 😂

And seeing the videos of him with Iñaki just made my heart melt down 😭❤️

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] ★ Main Story | Act 14 - DREAM CATCHER | Episode 15 - Classmate

Izumi: Did you get a chance to look around?

Yuki: Yep, there are no problems regarding the costumes.

Azami: And I checked all my makeup items.

Muku: I’m glad you found stuff that looked good.

Yuki: Now all we have to do is win the budget battle against the money-grubbing yakuza about this amount of money.

Azami: We’re definitely gonna have to join forces for this one.

Izumi: Sounds like it’s going to be one fierce battle…

Muku: Huh…?

Izumi: What is it, Muku-kun?

Muku: That person over there, is that…?

Izumi: …?

Ibuki: Damn, I’ve been seeing y’all a lot~.

Izumi: Ah, Ibuki-kun.

Ibuki: Huh? Wait, aren’t you Izumida?

Azami: What? Ahh… We’re in the same class…

Izumi: They’re your classmate, Azami-kun!?

Yuki: You go to Tsuku High, Ibuki? I guess that means you go to the same school that Kumon went to.

Azami: So are they an acquaintance or?

Muku: They’re the famous influencer Ibukichi that Kyu-chan was telling you about.

Azami: Oh, so that’s what he was yappin’ about. It was this person here…

Ibuki: You’re my classmate, you should’ve known that already! Anyway, why are you tagging along with ManPani, Izumida?

Muku: Azami-kun’s one of Autumn Troupe’s members. He’s also in charge of our makeup.

Ibuki: For real!?

Yuki: You’re his classmate and you didn’t even know that.

Azami: It’s not like we really talk to each other.

Ibuki: Ibuki does makeup videos sometimes, so we should like, totally collab.

Azami: I ain’t interested in collabin’ with someone I hardly know.

Ibuki: What? It doesn’t have to be a makeup video if you don’t want it to be!

Ibuki: I was just in the middle of making a TikTak right now. It’s gonna get tons of views, so we should totally like make one together.

Azami: I’ll pass.

Yuki: You can’t just use people for clout without their permission.

Ibuki: Considering Ibuki’s follower count, I’d say it’s a win-win! C’mon, just a little bit!

Yuki: No.

Azami: Same here.

Ibuki: What!? Turning down an invitation from Ibuki is just--.

Muku: U-Umm, would it be okay if I did it…?

Ibuki: For real!?

Ibuki: It’s Muku, right? You’re seriously a real one! Do you know this dance?

Muku: L-Like this?

Ibuki: Yep, yep!

Yuki: You can never just ignore someone, can you?

Ibuki: ‘Kay, record us, thanks.

Yuki: Why me…?

Ibuki: Because. Okay, go.

Muku: O-Okay--!

Ibuki: ‘Kay. Got a good shot.

Ibuki: --And, posted.

Muku: Huh, you posted it already?

Ibuki: It’s a short video, so all I had to do was add text and effects and it was done.

Izumi: It’s just that easy…

Ibuki: I sometimes post longer videos with legit editing ‘n stuff, but nowadays people like watching shorter videos and those ones do way better too.

Ibuki: Like I said, we’re in an era that’s all about min-maxing that sweet instant gratification!

Muku: I see…

Izumi: I guess if anyone would know a lot about that sort of thing, it’d be an influencer.

Ibuki: Duh. If you wanna know anything about social media, just ask Ibuki-sama.

Yuki: …And you’re just as irritating about it as someone else we know.

Izumi: (They are a little bit like Tenma-kun during the debut performance…)

Izumi: We’re going to need a social media strategy now more than ever, so we’ll let you know if we need anything.

Ibuki: I’ll be ready whenever.

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[likesunsetorange]

i had posted part of this scene before but i changed some of it lol and here’s just an extended part overall!!! honestly i really just love mikasa in this au so much like she’s just so funny lmao

“I think we have some things we need to talk about,” a voice that would be sweet if it wasn’t so clearly filled with anger calls out, sending a slew of chills down Eren’s spine. He turns towards the kitchen where her voice came from, the image of her smaller frame greeting him, discontent apparent on her face.

“Umm… Sure… What did you want to talk about?” He hates how there’s so much uncertainty in his voice, but he doesn’t know how to act around her. Is he supposed to feel guilty? Is he supposed to be stern? Is he supposed to try and be her friend?

If she wants to come off intimidating, she’s doing a good job, making no effort to give off friendly smiles or warm, compassionate glimpses—her stare is icy and steely, and she leaves no room for small talk, immediately jumping into the matter. “Let’s not play stupid here—I’m gonna assume you’ve put two and two together and realized I’m pissed off at my parents. But more importantly, you want this job for whatever reason, and I want you gone,” she says candidly. “It seems there’s a very simple solution to both of our issues here—whatever my parents are paying you, I’ll double it. And you can go back to that sad little Garden State of yours, and we’ll both be happy.”

The limits of an Ackerman truly know no bounds, just as Kenny had said, proven by Mikasa merely a few hours after their initial meeting. Eren sits bewildered, unsure of how to handle her proposition, knowing he obviously can’t accept her offer, but inciting more rage into her would only make matters worse.

“I was told by Levi and Kenny that you might try and bribe me…” His voice trails off, watching as Mikasa eyes him intently, waiting for him to finish the remainder of his sentence. “And they also told me to be sure and ignore you.”

The grey of her eye is covered by the way it physically twitches at his words. If Eren’s striving to neutralize the situation, he’s failing horribly. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to win in this scenario.

“Of course they would fucking tell you that,” she says, rolling her eyes. Mikasa lets out a sigh, drumming her freshly manicured fingers against the granite, her mind turning—Eren clearly derailing her plans. After a few beats, she clasps her hands together before leaning forward onto the island. “Fine. If you’re here to stay, then let’s get a few things straight, Eren,” the emphasis on his name apparent, plush lips omitting the “N” at the end—something that might’ve been endearing if she didn’t sound so indignant. “We’re not going to be friends—let’s get that clear.”

With Mikasa, it’s clear Eren needs to stand his ground; he can’t falter under unrelenting stares and callous words. So he chooses not to waver, forcing himself to pocket whatever remnants of hesitation or nervous energy that linger. “I expected as much. And you don’t seem like the… friendly type, anyways,” he shrugs, attempting to maintain his usual apathetic demeanor, which for reasons he can’t explain, seems to feel like a foreign concept ever since he’s arrived in New York. “I’m only here to do my job, after all, aren’t I?”

“I’m actually very friendly, just don’t expect me to be friendly to you.” He finds humor in how her voice sounds the exact opposite of the words she speaks. “But anyways, if you’re going to be living in my house, we need to get some things straight here.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one setting rules for you?”

“What rules do I need to follow? You follow me around all day whenever I decide to leave the house, I guess I try not to get into trouble for the sake of my parents , and you lock yourself in the guest room every other hour of the day. Simple as that,” Mikasa says matter-of-factly.

A silence settles over the two of them—on Eren’s end, it’s due to her sheer audacity, mostly because he’s not sure if she’s actually being serious, and on Mikasa’s end, because she expects him to actually agree, awaiting his nod of approval.

Realizing she’s awaiting an approval she won’t get, Mikasa relents. “Fine. You don’t have to lock yourself in the room all day—do as you wish I guess,” she says, releasing a huff. “But this brings me back to things we need to discuss.”

[mawarimichisae]

Happiness From Love Spread Afar / Part 2 / Aira FS2

Aira Feature Scout 2 Story Translation, Part 2 | Prev.

Characters: Aira, Kohaku | Writer: Suika

"...Your happiness seeps over to me as well ♪"

Season: Winter

Time: Next Weekend

Aira: (.....I haven't talked to Anzu-san at all since then.)

(No, it's not that she hasn't reached out, it's more that I've been avoiding her. )

(For the time being, we made plans on Holdhands for tomorrow, to talk about my Feature Live.)

(It's just, I haven't taken any candids for Anzu-san that seem usable yet....)

(Uu, thinking about tomorrow's meeting is making me gloomy! I don't want to go....)

(I'm really no good, huh. As soon as there's something I don't like, I start to run away.)

(I want to do something about it, but if I knew how to, I wouldn't be struggling now....)

(No, worrying too much isn't good. Today's work is over already, and it's the day of my precious release event!)

(I can't keep on being gloomy forever. I've got to be excited while wearing a smile, or else it'd be rude to the idols I support!)

(I'll think about the candids after the release event is over! ....Alright, it's about time I head to the venue ♪)

Nn? There's someone by the entrance?

It's Anzu-san!? Why is she here? Could she be looking for me....?

(Ah, our eyes met! S-she's coming over!? Sure enough, she came here looking for me!)

(Somehow, Anzu-san's expression looks severe! She must be angry that I was avoiding her!)

(I want to run away, but avoiding her was my bad......but still, I'm scared! For now I'll just--!)

Kohaku: Kohkohkoh ♪ Caught ya, Love-han.

Aira: Kohakucchi!? Since when did you get behind me....!?

Kohaku: Pardon me, Love-han. Anzu-han said she would go meet ya face-to-face, so I lent her a bit of help.

Aira: No way! Kohakucchi, you traitor...... I mean, at this point, all I can do is pardon you....

Wait, Anzu-san!? You're already this close....! Uu, I'm sorry for avoiding you!

Eh. You're not here about my lack of communication, and you're not really mad? More importantly, you have something you want to ask....?

Kohaku: Both me and Anzu-han were curious. At that time, why did Love-han leave?

Aira: Like I said, that's because I was meeting Hiro-kun.....

Kohaku: But that day Hiiro-han said he wasn't meetin' ya, Love-han.

Aira: H-how did you know......

Kohaku: You see, I thought Love-han didn't want to keep talkin' about that topic, so you went off somewhere.

Hey, Love-han. The you that loves idols - why do you not want to show that in your candids?

Aira: Uu, it became about this after all, huh.

"The fact that you love idols, do you think of it as an embarrassing hobby you can't tell others?" you say?

That's not it! There's no way I would think in that way!?

Kohaku: Then why did ya run away at that time?

Aira: Umm, it's really not like that, how should I say this--

R-right! Aren't fans tired of seeing the me who likes idols?

And so, I thought my candids would be inadequate if I used that idea.....

Kohaku: If that's the case, you shoulda said that from the very beginnin'. It's not enough reason to run away.

Other than that issue, isn't there another reason why you ran away?

Aira: That's....... Hie! Anzu-san, so close!? You want to hear the real reason, you say.....?

Until you hear my true feelings, you won't move from there? Anzu-san, somehow isn't your pressure super strong today!?

cue stressed Aira animation

Aira: Ok, ok, I understand! I'll tell you!

Well, my fans....they like me, so they would come to my live to see me, right?

Despite that, they would see my pamphlet - wouldn't they be unhappy to see a photo of me following a different idol....

That's....I started to think, maybe that's not the 'me' that everyone wants to see.

But, I couldn't think of any other candid options. See, I often post selfies on social media anyways....

If the candids aren't any different from my normal photos, it would just be the 'me' that everyone knows already......

.....I became more and more lost on what kind of photo would be suitable to display on my pamphlet.

I thought there was no other choice but to refer to my beloved idols' work instead.....

Kohaku: So that's it. .....Thank you for honestly tellin' us, Love-han.

Aira: I'm the one who's sorry for keeping it a secret. I caused you two trouble.

Kohaku: Now that we understand Love-han's reasons - how about we get goin', Anzu-han?

Aira: You're leaving just like that... eh, you guys weren't planning on coming to the release event?

It's fine, but you two won't be able to participate in the release event, you know?

Are you ok with that?

......You'll wait for me, so go enjoy the release event?

We~ll, if you guys are fine with that.......

Time: After a few hours

Location: At the release event venue

Kohaku: Oh. He's back, Anzu-han.

O~i, Love-han. ....How was your long-awaited release event?

Aira: Everyone was amazing...... Rabu~i ♪

Kohaku: Kohkohkoh ♪ That face tells me ya had heaps of fun.

Aira: The live stage was the best, the MC was amazing too, and the minigame corner was godly as well..... [1]

I thought, 'I've worked hard this whole time so I could come here today'..... truly, I'm glad I came ♪

Kohaku: A towel, button badge, tote bag, and a shirt. Ya sure bought a grand amount of merch too.

Aira: That's right! They're all release event-exclusive - I especially like this one~.....

Anzu-san, did you take a photo of me just now? ......."Pictures to use for my Feature Live"?

Aira: U~n..... but like I said before, I'm not sure my fans would be happy seeing me support another idol.

"It's alright"? Because I was making a very happy face?

Kohaku: I rea~lly understand Anzu-han's sentiment. I can feel a ton of happiness from Love-han right now.

When I watch Love-han bein' so happy, your happiness seeps over to me as well ♪

Aira: Kohakucchi, you said that before too.

Kohaku: When someone precious to you is happy, don't ya naturally become happy too? [2]

So I think that's why I like goin' to idol shops with you, Love-han --

Because you show me so many happy-lookin' faces. See, Anzu-han is nodding too.

Aira: "When they see you straightforwardly having fun and spending time on what you like, everyone will surely be delighted"?

I see....that's right. I get really happy just by seeing the idols I support smile, too.

Not just the smile I wear on stage for the audience, but also my smile for when I get closer to my favorite idols..... [3]

I think my fans would want to see that smile.

Yes - thank you, Kohakucchi, Anzu-san. Could you use those photos in my pamphlet?

If my fans become happy while watching the me who happily pursues my beloved idols....

Then once again, I'll become incredibly happy in return ♪

Kohaku: Kohkohkoh ♪ Love-han is happy, so your fans are happy, then Love-han becomes happy again too.

Happiness circles 'round and 'round, 'till it feels like it can spread all the way to the ends of the earth.

Aira: Now that we've decided that, Anzu-san! Please take more and more photos of me!

I'll keep on becoming happy, and deliver a ton of happiness to everyone. Aira~bu.....⭐

Aira's vocabulary died here. felt that one

CUTE. that's it that's the note

Aira uses the term 触れている = sawareteiru = touching/approaching. I want to interpret this as meaning when Aira "gets closer to" or "brushes against" his ideal idol as both a fan, and in terms of his own identity as an idol.

[lumibye]

hii charm i wanted to ask , what was sycamaris first date ? 🤔 how did it come abt , who asked, how did it go ? im soo interested , and i hope uve had a wonderful weekend ! - @catake

hehe hi clara ! hope your weekend's been lovely as alwayss and i hope your finals went just as well !! i'm sure they did but sending my heart and wishes anyways ofc ofc

( ♡ ) ty honestly sm for encouraging me to talk abt them bc it's all in my drafts but i'm just . . soso shy ( if you could believe it ehe ; ) so it really means a lot to me ! i'm v grateful i get to speak my silly nonsense eek >_< their first date was . . it was a ' date ' but it wasn't ? this is prob a good time to explain why they're ' working together ' ig for context purposes ! ( i'll prob compile this all into a post at some point actually )

( long post again bc my filter is broken ehe ; )

although he has a lot of information on mega evolution in regards to battle , he doesn’t have a lot in the way of contests 

pokemon aren’t affected by any external factors like attacks or status conditions when performing , but they’re still expending a good amount of  energy with the use of moves

so , as someone that’s very invested in the subject , his research and the bond between pokemon and trainer - this information would be valuable to compare and contrast with his current findings

he doesn’t really know anybody in the contest scene? there’s serena, of course, but she’s also currently undertaking the gym challenge and being one of his pupils it doesn’t feel right to stick this kid with even more work considering she’s a dex holder  so mariannes his best bet , even though they're only acquainted at the time they share a mutual acquaintance in serena at least . it's mutually beneficial in a sense , if marianne can't use mega then she's going to be at a disadvantage in the contest circuit ( i hc that contests are similar to ORAS in kalos hehe ) her ' job ' would be to monitor the behavioural changes in her pokemon after rehearsals and performances as well as their general health and wellbeing . there'd be weekly or biweekly ' check ups ' at the lab for more thorough analysis but these ' reports ' are more casual to fit both their schedules also , it's a good excuse to go out for him to go out for coffee considering he's so busy . but they're not dates , don't be silly . . . ( /hj he doesn't intend it to be . . but . . ) anway ! to actually answer your question now ( i'm soso sorry i can talk for aages they live in my head rent free 24/7 ; ) once he proposes this to her at the lab ( it's like on a weekend so nobody's there ) and gives her a list of pokemon that can mega she notices the only one that can is benched because of her accident in the unova circuit reasons and she goes ' umm , i don't really have any on this list at the moment ' and augustine is kind of stumped because this meeting is now way shorter than he expected it to be so he goes ' oh , that's ok . . well let's go out for coffee instead ' ( not those exact words ofc ) because

a.) she's not super familiar with lumiose and having a kind of ' guide ' might be helpful

b.) atp he knows she's a bit of a reserved person and the few times they've met he hasn't seen her with any friends so that's mildly concerning

c.) if they're eventually going to work together he should know her a bit better and

d.) she's piqued his curiosity honestly marianne's very bad at saying no especially on the spot so as nervous as this makes her she agrees , for similar reasons too . this person's offering her an advantage in her career so it'd be rude to say no , wouldn't it ? so they go to soleil ( because taking a shy girl to your best friends cafe on your first outing seems like a really bad idea ) and he offers to pay and she protests and there's that cliche back and forth about who's going to pay that makes the barista a bit ticked off ( people pleasers , the both of them ) and it takes her a bit to open up but he's genuinely enthused when it comes to learning about people . so eventually she does crack a little bit , especially when the topic of coffee comes up . she used to be a barista in castelia and coffee is his passion so that's their jumping off point . after that they both surprise each other with just how similar they are ! they talk about their thoughts on self expression ( he asks about her career ) and just how important it is and their energy just gels . they end up almost gushing to each other about their thoughts and beliefs , which is something she hasn't done in ages since she's been alone for quite a while so it makes her so so happy . he didn't expect this to come out of someone like her and she didn't expect someone primarily invested in research to share her beliefs and ideas . afterwards she feels bad that she's talked primarily about herself but still . . . it feels good and honestly ? that's kind of exactly what he was hoping for and he's pretty happy himself . they both are ig , more than they'd thought they would ! she definitely goes home and screams into a pillow about how embarrasing she was tho ehhehehe

[kormenhq]

Have some fic dialogue prompts

All of these prompts are from Pinterest and other tumblr posts. If you want to use any of these in your requests, just tell me which section and what number it is!

FLUFF PROMPTS

1. "I think I might be falling in love with you."

2. "Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day."

3. "Mmm... You're warm."

4. "You're so cute when you're half asleep like this."

5. "I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with."

6. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

7. “Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

8. “Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

9. “You smell really nice.”

10. “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

11. “If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

12. “Here, let’s share the blanket.”

13. “You are my new pillow.”

14. “But I want to hear you sing.”

15. “We can talk over dinner.”

16. “Star-gazing was a good idea.”

17. “I think I love you.”

18. “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

19. “Shush and go back to bed.”

20. “How about a kiss?”

21. “I’ve missed this.”

22. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

23. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

24. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

25. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

26. "I wanted to see you again."

27. "I thought 'If I just follow the rules, everything's gonna be fine.' And then you came along and pushed me off that path."

28. "You never cease to amaze me."

29. "I have to hand it to you, you certainly know how to make a statement."

30. "I plan to get to know you."

31. "You have something in your hair, umm... Do you want me to get it out?"

32. "No, like... It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

33. "Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?"

34. "I really love holding you, darling."

35. "Wanna, like- I mean, if you're not busy... We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don't have a lot of time?"

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FUNNY PROMPTS

1. “Where are you going?” “Hell, most likely.”

2. “Where’s your crazy boyfriend?” “Probably doing crazy things.”

3. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

4. “Are you decent?” “Not morally, but I’m wearing pants, if that’s what you’re asking.”

5. “Why aren’t you dating him?” “Because I’d destroy him.” “He’d be into that.”

6. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I just break his nose a little?”

7. “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

8. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

9. “Are you drunk?”

10. “Excuse me for freaking out, I only thought you were dead!”

11. “You’re gonna have to limp faster than that…”

12. “You whine about scratches but you don’t let out a peep when you’ve got a gaping wound! The hell is wrong with you?”

13. “I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you were hurt!”

14. “Is the fever getting to you or what?”

15. “Surprise! I’m back from the dead! Isn’t that exciting?”

16. “Can you hold this for me?” “No, I can’t. In case you didn’t know, not everybody has super strength.”

17. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

18. “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

19. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

20. “Go buy a personality.”

21. “Go to Hell.” “And leave you here all alone?”

22. “Are you sober?” “I’m moderately functional.” “I’ll take that as a no.”

23. “What do you know about it?” “More than you, apparently.”

24. “You’re not my favorite person today.” “I’m not your favorite person on any day.”

25. “You’re insane!” “I know! Isn’t it great?”

26. “Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?” “That’s called a threat.” “Damn.”

27. “You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon.”

28. “Kiss me, you twat.”

29. “Take my hand.” “No!” “Look, I’m not trying to ask you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!”

30. “Just pretend to be my date.”

31. “They did it.” “No, they did.”

32. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

33. “Shit, we’re gonna die.” “Now, I don’t wanna hear that negative attitude. Look on the bright side!” “Yay, we’re gonna die! Wooo!”

34. “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?” “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.”

35. "It's cute that you tried to protect me and all, but you're like a foot shorter than me, you know?"

36. "You can touch my hair, but don't mess it up!"

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HURT/COMFORT PROMPTS

1. "Look, I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone."

2. "If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars."

3. "It's not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger."

4. "Shhh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real."

5. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?”

6. “Please talk to me about it.”

7. “Do the universe a favor: don’t hide your magic.”

8. “You’re trembling.”

9. “You’ve got to calm down before I can fix you up, okay?”

10. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

11. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.”

12. “No, no - it’s alright, come here.”

13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

14. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

15. "May I? Free of charge."

16. "If anything were to happen to you..."

17. "I thought I'd see how you were doing."

18. "I'll leave if you ask me to."

19. "You watch the people you care about age and die."

20. "When things get crazy, don't push me away."

21. "No, don't do that it's not safe."

22. "You're scared of that, aren't you?"

23. "I will always step in between you and something like that."

24. "Why? Because I don't want you to get hurt, that's why!"

25. "You can tell me whatever you want... Even if you don't have a reason to."

26. "Please stay. I'd like some company."

27. "Would you pet my hair?"

28. "I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?"

29. "Can I lay my head in your lap?"

30. "Here, lay down in my lap."

31. "You can't keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won't do any good."

[tanoraqui]

Not A Hero? (also this isn't necessarily in the spirit of the meme, but speaking of your Girl Genius fics, I still reread A Family Reconstructed periodically; was there anything you wrote for that that never got posted?)

Someone else asked about Not A Hero, so, I'm VERY flattered that you like A Family Reconstructed so much!

I have exactly 2 paragraphs of the next chapter:

The flaming missile streaked towards the exposed airship and, reflexively, Zanta grabbed Chump’s arm at the same time as he seized her around the waist, and they both pulled each other backwards off the cliff. For just a moment, amid the surprise and fury and sudden rebirth of terror (not for herself, never that, but the Valley and her children)—for a moment, falling just ahead of stony shrapnel and explosion that made her skull rattle, she nearly let out a hysterical giggle for no reason other than just like old times.

Then they hit the Skiff and she lost the air in her lungs and her grip on his arm—which she needed to do anyway, to not be swept away by the current. Ashtara’s Words was not a gentle river.

I did have plans beyond that, I had a whole epic battle idea where the kids, of course, all worked together to save the day. They were in flying machines, and I think use Skifandrian "magic" to put all the invaders to sleep... Unfortunately, I don't remember any more details than that. They might be written in a chat somewhere, but idk with who or on what platform :(

I do, however, have a short sequel, which I think I've put on tumblr before? called "Interregis" (play on "interregnum", meaning "between kings" but the latin is declined differently to mean...to imply conversation one king to another, rather than the time between one king reigning and the next:

also fun intra(post)-fic fic about how Tarvek definitely has a phase where he’s, like, sorta toadying with Gil? Not much, but he doesn’t argue properly, keeps backing down first and going with Gil’s ideas or suggesting activities Gil likes but he doesn’t - and standing up against the school’s social structure, though it’s Tarvek so it’s not “standing up” so much as “manipulating everyone else into stopping.” In fairness, he leads by example. And probably lectures. And mild blackmail. All because, of course, he’s very aware that he’s only alive so far as the Baron trusts him with Gil. So he tries to be the best friend possible, which is good for the social structure but the other stuff leads Gil to thinking something’s wrong but he has no idea WHY, and probably tries to give Tarvek some space? Then Tarvek’s like “oh no he’s ABANDONING me” and gets sorta clingy, and Gil’s like “umm?” and tries to make him feel better, and they end up shouting things (in some crawl space somewhere, of course) like

“Why are you acting so WEIRD?”

“I’m not!”

“You are! You keep- you keep acting like a minion.”

*actual offense* “I have not!” 

“Yes you have. You keep doing what I say even when you don’t want to, and not arguing properly, and-” Gil scrambled for other evidence. “You didn’t even complain about playing on gliders yesterday, and you hate flying!”

“That didn’t count,” Tarvek said hotly. “We were still indoors.” In an airship, but Castle Wulfenbach never felt like that. And he didn’t have a less superficial argument. He just hadn’t meant Gil to notice.

 “What’s wrong?” Gil demanded, and it was probably the plaintive concern that made Tarvek grind his palms into his eyes and groan.

“Don’t you know anything about politics?”

Gil scowled. “You aren’t acting like a toady just because I’m the Baron’s son. You’re my friend.”

“Yeah, and I have to be,” Tarvek snapped, “because you’re the Baron’s son, and I know.”

Gil stepped back like he’d been punched in the stomach. “You—you don’t want to be friends anymore?”

Tarvek gaped. “No—”

Gil was already out of the crawlspace, a flash of blue scrambling away into the dark.

Tarvek sprinted after him. “Gil, wait! I didn’t mean it—” He jumped over a cable. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

Gil whirled back. His eyes were burning, with spark and tears. “So how did you mean it? Like I’m just someone else you need to get on your side, like Minnie? Or you think I’m like—like Zulenna, and want to boss people around all the time? Except you were yelling at her last week.”

“I need the Baron to think I’m on his side,” Tarvek said desperately. There were tears behind his eyes, too, but he had enough self-control not to let them out. “I need him to not see me as a threat, or he’ll kill me.”

Gil balled his hands into fists. “He wouldn’t.” But he didn’t say it with much conviction.

“Of course he would,” said Tarvek. “He took me to Skifander when he found out I knew, and the only reason he didn’t throw me off the ship halfway there was that he was so worried what they might be doing to you.”

“But you’re not a threat,” Gil insisted. “Even to me. He’s Baron Wulfenbach.”

Tarvek felt a bit nettled. “Yeah but—” he started to say hotly. Then he stopped. Then he closed his eyes. Secret for secret. That was what real friends did in stories. He opened them again. “But I’m the Storm King.”

They stared at each other for a moment, breathing hard; Tarvek in nervy anticipation, Gil in mostly dumb silence.

Gil broke it. “You’re nine.”

Tarvek rolled his eyes. “I’m not Andronicus Valois. But I am descended from him, directly. Through my mother.” He jutted his chin a little. “The Fifty Families will back me.”

“Huh,” said Gil. He studied his friend. “And the Baron knows?”

Tarvek started to pick at a soon-to-be-fraying hem on his sleeve. “I think so. I’m pretty sure he saw my notes, the ones I made when we were flying to Skifander. I was breaking through; I wasn’t…smart. I wrote some stuff about…stuff. Coronation plans.”

Gil came a little nearer, but only to stab a finger at his chest. “So you were just faking it when you told Zulenna it wasn’t fair to boss people around just because they weren’t as noble?”

“I—” This sleeve was very fraying. Tarvek forced himself to meet Gil’s eyes. “She does have a right, sort of. It’s proper.” He thought about hanging upside-down off the end of a bird-like flyer, Zedmara holding his belt so he could grab Zeetha’s ankle so she could clutch Gil’s and all together they could save the barbarian valley. Tarvek conceded, “But maybe ‘proper’ is overrated. And she didn’t have to be mean.”

Gil crossed his arms, staring in a way that reminded Tarvek suddenly of the way the Baron had stared at him in Sturmhalten. Judging. Tarvek tried to wait it out, but then he thought Gil didn’t want him to act meek like that, but then he realized it was too late because he was already starting to bristle sparkily (what right–)

Then Gil smiled, and just like that he was Gil again, scuffmarks and all. Sunshine, not storm. He clapped Tarvek on the shoulder. “I guess we’ll have to rule the Empire together then.”

“What?”

“Yeah!” Gil was starting to light up with the idea, like he always did with something new. “The stuffy people will trust you in charge, and the smarter people will trust me in charge—”

“Hey!” said Tarvek, but Gil rolled over him.

“—and they’ll think we’re going to fight, but really we’ll work together to make Europa the peacefulest it can be!”

Tarvek smiled. It was a good thought. If he was really, really good, he should let Gil keep thinking it.

“It doesn’t always work like that,” he said instead. “It usually doesn’t. Ever. There’s a lot of—of extra things.” Like the chapel in the library at home. That was maybe a secret for another day.

Gil scoffed dramatically. “Nothing we can’t handle. And we can call Skifander for back-up.” He bit his lip. “And if the—if my father decides you’re too dangerous, I’m sure my mother will yell at him again.”

. . . . . . . .

They were lying in the rafters between the ceiling of the third starboard mess hall and the floor of the hydroponics bay, which had small holes in it for water filtration that looked like stars if you squinted and hung a sheet of clear plastic to keep off the dripping. There were views of real stars outside the windows all over the ship, including from the actual observatory, but this was a uniquely Castle Wulfenbach planetarium, and nobody else ever tried to use it.

Tarvek had his hands behind his head, as a pillow. “Hypothetical:” he proposed, and only his tight tone gave away that this wasn’t just the start to another scientific abstraction. “If you had a secret, that was yours but also really not yours, and both the revelation and the keeping of it could be incredibly important…what would you do?”

Gil considered for a moment, then rolled up onto one elbow, facing his friend in the dim light filtering down from the hydroponics’ artificial sun. The rafters were relatively slimmer than they had been four years ago, when they first found this place, but both boys had enough balance training that it didn’t matter. “I think that my father has known for years that your family is hiding more than the Storm King thing,” he said seriously. “And if you’re tacitly confirming it to me, when you know I won’t help you hide anything if it’s a real threat to the Empire, then you’re ready to tell him yourself. And you know it.”

Tarvek sighed, not quite like a highwayman resigned to hanging but pretty close. “Yeah.”

-

It had gotten less intimidating to speak to Baron Wulfenbach in the years since breakthrough and Skifander. It was never an issue when Tarvek was in the madness place—then, the challenge was to keep his tongue to himself. Perhaps the shift was derived from the accumulated time they had spent in fugues together, the Baron training him and Gil in secret laboratories late at night—Gil because the Baron insisted his spark and identity remain secret, Tarvek because he seemed to have given up trying to prevent him from tagging along. More likely it was due less serious moments, here and there—the pickling juice mess, or the time the Baron let them stay for breakfast waffles. It was difficult to be afraid of a man you’d seen meticulously spread butter on every plane of a stack of waffles and then eat them with his fingers. Very difficult.

Tarvek managed it, however, despite the memory of waffles and the royal blood flowing through his veins, because the man in question was Baron Wulfenbach, conqueror of a continent (Tarvek’s continent—and they both knew it). The Baron had never lost the knack of glowering at Tarvek through storm-grey eyes like he was judge, jury, and executioner, and not particularly pleased with what he was seeing.

Even Gil, sitting seeming-carelessly on the edge of his father’s desk, legs dangling, didn’t ease the tension in the Baron’s office. He was assistant justice as much as advocate today, because Tarvek wasn’t sure he could do this twice.

He kept his shoulders firm and put his hands behind his back, pretending it was part of recitation posture rather than an excuse to twist them nervously together. “First, I want remind you that I’ve kept Gil’s secret for nearly five years, and Skifander, and everything I know because of those. When I could have told it all to any one of the eight people I know on this ship who would be sure to get the information back to my father or one of your other enemies, who would arrange an assassination. And you only know seven of them. And I could’ve gotten away with one of the teleports before you even knew the spy was gone.”

The Baron glowered darker—glared, standing (looming), hands dangerously flat on the desk. “Is that a threat?”

“No!” Tarvek didn’t try to hide his horror—as much of what the Baron might do if he believed Tarvek a danger as at the idea that it could easily be true. Two minutes in and he’d already miscalculated. “No, I was trying to establish trust! So you remember I’m– you can—”

“Why do we need to remember that?” Gil asked, prompting and prosecutor. Tarvek wished Gil hadn’t learned how to be so neutral.

He stilled the hands he’d started openly wringing, and kept his chin high. “Because in another minute you’re going to want to stop, and I don’t want you to.”

The last part slipped into a whine, despite Tarvek’s best efforts. But Gil’s eyes crinkled in sympathy, so maybe it was okay.

“What exactly do you have to say, Sturmvarous?” demanded the Baron, with no sympathy at all.

The difference between a common soldier reporting and a lord surveying, Tarvek’s governess used to say when he was five, was in the chin and the eyes. She said it whenever he slouched in a lesson, with liberal prodding from her silver-tipped cane to emphasize the point.

Tarvek took a deep breath, hands at his side—visible, not a threat—and raised his chin to meet the Baron’s stormy eyes. “I don’t know everything, but the Other is Lucrezia Mongfish and my father and the Knights of Jove have been working with her for years, even before she destroyed Castle Heterodyne. She wasn’t really kidnapped.

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #20

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

Hey look! A Kingdom Hearts one!

This was the next chapter for My Kingdom for A Heart. The fic never got any traction and I lost steam a long time ago.

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“Alright, I’m picking the world this time.” Riku stated, stubbornly.

“Of course,” responded Sora, making sure Kairi was comfortable in her seat. “Where to?”

“Umm…” Riku paused for a minute, his hand hovering over the map. He was more concerned with getting to pick, he hadn’t expected Sora to agree so willingly. “Somewhere with a nice temperate climate.” He furrowed his brows. What’s that place with the dragons?”

“Uh, the Land of the Dragons?”

He snorted. “Yeah okay, sure.”

“No seriously! That’s what it’s called! The one with the Emperor you were rude to.”

Riku gave him a look. “You’re never going to drop that, are you?”

“Not a chance.” Sora snickered. “Well, I have friends there that we can ask and see if they know anything. None of the seven Princesses live here, though.”

Riku shrugged. “That’s okay, someone might know something anyway. It doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Yeah!”

So Sora selected the world on the map, and they were off.

—

Disembarking from the ship, Riku sighed, content. “This is nice. Not exactly tropical, but mild all the same.”

Sora was looking around. “I don’t think we’re too far from the camp, let’s go.”

“Camp?”

“Yeah! The army training camp!”

“Your friends here are in the army?”

Sora answered as they started walking. “The captain of the guard and uh...well, I’m not sure what Mulan’s rank is, but it was up there. The emperor promoted her to his personal staff.”

“Well, if they are his staff, they probably wouldn’t be at the camp. Would they?”

“Well, it’s a start. I can’t imagine we’d be able to just walk into the palace anyway. Even though I am a hero of China.”

“I walked in.” Riku said easily.

“You probably portaled your way in, you big liar.”

Riku shrugged. “Something like that.”

When they reached the camp, they were suddenly surrounded by three men, one tall and skinny, one short and stocky, and one huge.

“Sora! Long time no see!” Said Ling.

“Hey guys!” He greeted with enthusiasm.

“Who’s the pretty boy?” Asked Yow.

“This is my friend, Riku.” Then he patted Kairi’s knees. “And this is Kairi. She doesn’t talk much.”

“Is she alright?” Asked Po.

“She will be.” Sora supplied. “Is Mulan around?”

Yow scoffed. “Nah, she and Captain Loveboat are up at the palace.”

“Told you.” Riku snickered.

Sora ignored him. “Loveboat?”

“Oh what? You haven’t heard? You live under a rock or somethin’?”

“Something like that.” Riku answered.

“Mulan and Captain Shang are engaged to be married. It’s a big deal.”

“It sure is!” Sora nearly shouted with excitement. “Good for them!”

“You can tell them yourself. We’ll take you to the palace...but you have to help us with a little problem here.”

“Little problem?”

Ling rolled his eyes. “Yeah, there’s this new trainee, thinks he’s all that and a box of pot stickers. Some son of a swordsman. Problem is, he actually is pretty good, so he thinks he doesn’t have to do what everyone else is doing.”

“Why not just kick him out?” Asked Riku.

“Because we’re low in numbers. Mulan and Sora defeated Shan-Yu, but that doesn’t mean the Huns are done. There’s camps all over the countryside that aren’t leaving anytime soon. We need as many abled-bodied men as we can get.”

“Oh,” said Sora, thinking, “then should Riku and I stay for a while?”

“Nah,” said Yao. “We need men, not boys.”

“Whatchu say?!”

Po interrupted, “you did your time let others have the honor to fight.”

Ling then continued, “but can you please put this kid in his place?”

Sora smiled. “Alright, just show me the way.”

On the other side of camp, Sora and company were led to a ring. Po took a seat on the ground, cross legged. “Come Riku, sit with me.”

“‘Kay. I’d love a front row seat to seeing Sora get his ass kicked.”

Sora set Kairi down beside him, making sure she was comfortable. She didn’t sit up well on the ground, so Riku placed his arm behind her, propping her up.

“Ah, Riku, it shall be I who does the kicking ass.” He stuck his tongue out. “Cheer for me, Kai?”

[ram-de]

[Book] Ari&Dante (1) ~P101

[~p10]

I... This book... Umm���

So. This is another impulsive beginning of starting another book... I never knew about the existence of this novel two days ago. My sister asked me if I had another book to read, and, frankly, I said no because I still have several other thing to read and I’m a slow reader. But I looked of fiction titles anyway... Just some random keywords like ‘Novel about X’ or ‘Things to read about Y’ and stuff like that. And I’ve come across this one. 

IT’S ONLY 10 PAGES but i feel like the synopsis set me up for something exciting like... I LIKE IT... Mostly the bite-sized chapters so I can read it when I could and not forgetting which part of the chapter I’m in. So... Okay. Like, compared to the one book I read but I haven’t picked up again because I kept nitpicking about it (i see u hikkikomori chan from 2015...) BUT THIS ONE... ok. ok. ARGH. 

The first three chapters is what the early part of the introduction. Like, getting to know about our main protagonist, his relation with his family, upbringing and what bothers him. That’s mostly it. This is far too early to write anything about what I thoughts lol but i’m excited to pour my excitement into words so I can’t help but write about it. expecting good vibes. HA....

*I just looked it up but the term ‘book’ and ‘novel’ aren’t interchangeable?!?! there’s like word count and stuff. oh well maybe I’ll just change the title of this kind of thing later on >_> -------------------------------------------------------

[~p20]

Interrupting reading more to write some of my thoughts is a bad idea i swear but UHHH I’M😳

...

...

i love them ur honor. it’s so fluffy (as of now, bcs there’s probably angst and conflict later) but like the way characters is portrayed is soooooooo good. i am feeling things!!!! it’s making my heart warm!!!! and the tropes... opposites attract?????? two lonely peeps finding comfort in one another????? okay... OK??? HELLO...

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[~p76]

uh... why do i feel so sad now. ari is having a fever and he’s sick and he started to have all this dreams which i don’t really understand because dreams are dreams but i feel like i’ll understand the more i read but IT HURTS. moving onto the second chapter i feel like the aspect of loneliness is going to be described more and it’s scary... i think.

i think summer break is over and supposedly they’re going to admit back to school? something about ari being happy to know even a tiny bit of his dad ‘being real’. so precious... love that there’s a lot of light dialogues, makes it seems like i’m intruding their conversation. also i said some stuff about liking opposites attract but i didn’t know they’re also going to put angst with that because... dante seems like the one to have everything (emphasis on seems because he has something going on too) while ari lowkey feels like he doesn’t compare and jealousy and stuff😔 i’m lowkey dumb about philosophy and like the deeper meaning so i’ll just read it as i read. NOT ANGST... PLEASE... 

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[~p101]

...

...

:(

no one told me there’s going to be angst... and the trope of sudden “i will be moving abroad”... and the accident... and now that i’m almost 1/3rd of reading the whole book.... maybe i should take my time reading. BUT I CAN’T HELP IT....? i’m to engrossed in reading this ugh... i really liked ari and dante’s convo they make me laugh!! the repeated words in their convo. like. idk. it felt so endearing i don’t really know what else to describe. digging down to ari’s fear is scary because it’s kinda described in umm... a little bit too uncanny description, i guess? like okay... >_> 

this post is so messy lol i want to write a post about what i thought overall about this novel, but after i read it whole. so that it can be more better worded and i’m not interrupted every 20 minutes because the urge to read more lol

[gretavansteph]

Sunshine 3 | Josh Kiszka

Here’s part 3!!!! disclaimer y’all these parts haven’t been proof read so sorry in advance for the typos. I write and post cause proof reading and editing would take too long so I’ll come back to that later hopefully for now the typos aren’t too bad lol anyway enjoy!!!!!

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Everyone was frozen, just looking at one another while Josh made himself comfortable on the spare stool next to Sam. You didn’t know what to say, and by the looks you were getting from everyone, they had no idea either. You tried to not making it obvious that he had just walked in on a conversation that no one wanting to share, especially you. You needed to think of something, quickly, literally anything but your mind was blank. And the guys were of no help, sharing looks between one another, motioning with their eyes at Josh when he wasn’t looking. God, could they be any more obvious? 

“Well?” Josh spoke up, looking around the room at each of you.

“Umm....” you started, ready to wing the shit out of it because clearly no one else was going to speak up. “We were just talking about how we wanted to go... swimming! Yeah we wanted to go swimming and have a picnic and surprise you.” you let out a small awkward laugh, it kind of sounded like you were wheezing. “But you ruined the surprise, way to go Josh.” you lightly shoved his shoulder, and quickly looked over at the other guys for them to follow along. They all finally got the hint and with a couple of not so subtle ‘ohhh’s’ from them they agreed and helped you push the idea.

Josh didn’t believe it for a second, he could tell you all were hiding something, but he let you all believe that he was utterly clueless. He’d corner one of the guys eventually and get it out of them.

“Okay,” he shrugged. “Sounds good to me, with what’s left of this hangover I could use the relaxation.”

And that is how you five found yourselves driving for what felt like forever, to the nearest waterfall slash swimming hole you all knew of. You all had great memories there, and you loved going every time the boys were back in town. It’s where you all could hangout in peace and relax as you enjoyed what nature had to offer. 

Once you were there you all unloaded the car, at least that’s how it started and eventually everyone ran off to jump in the water, leaving you and Danny to tend to the heaps of random shit they all decided to pack. There was three coolers, one filled with food and the other two with alcohol of course. Why you guys needed that many beverages you had no idea. There was a big blanket to set up your picnic, a bunch of towels because you knew that someone would end up forgetting to bring one, bags of clothes were scattered all around the trunk of your car. A football, a volleyball, a guitar and a ukulele, some sunscreen and well, you get the idea. A bunch of random shit. 

You huffed as you tried wrestling one of the coolers out of the trunk, but you were struggling. You were breaking into a sweat because what the fuck did they put in there? Danny saw you struggling and took over for you, pulling the cooler out with ease and setting it on the ground.

“Thanks Danny,” you sighed. That shit was way too exhausting for the little bit of work it actually was, and Danny agreed. 

“Okay noodle arms,” he started, poking your bicep as he spoke. “Why don’t you start setting up and I’ll get the rest of the stuff?”

You happily agreed, ignoring his comment because you knew he was just secretly jealous of your big muscles (not) , and walked over with the blanket to start setting up. Laying the blanket down under a tree a few feet away from the car and just right at the edge of the water, you set up what you could. It didn’t take too long to set everything up, with the help of Danny of course because the other hooligans were still messing around in the water never once offering to help. 

You sighed, taking a seat on the blanket next to Danny, your legs stretched out in front of you as you leaned back on your hands, your sunglasses covering your eyes, and thankfully so because that’s when it got spicy.

“So what are you going to do about the not so secret crush on Josh?” Danny asked, scooting closer to you and mimicking the way you sat. 

Danny was always very gentle, you knew you could always come to him about anything and everything and he would understand in a different way than the other guys could. They all had their own things when it came to serious talks, but Danny just understood everything. You didn’t know how he did it, but you always felt safe sharing things with him. Not that you didn’t feel safe with the other guys but you just knew he wouldn’t tease you like the others would, and he would happily offer his advice just to see you happy again. He was an angel. 

A nosey ass angel. 

You chuckled at his question, crossing your ankles as you stared out at three boys screaming around in the water as they swam.

“I don’t know Danny,” you finally said, turning your head to look at him. “It was a close call, way too close, this morning at home. I thought I was going to shit myself right then and there. I’m not ready to tell him,” you explained, and he listened intently, offering you a comforting smile here and there. “I don’t want to lose him, I don’t want to lose his friendship, I don’t want to make things weird or uncomfortable between us or anyone for that matter. I just need some time.”

“Time for what exactly?” he asked.

You opened your mouth to answer, but truth was you didn’t have an answer. What did you need time for? To think? Of what? How not to tell him? Your feelings were already set in stone, you were sure of what you wanted and you knew it was him, you’ve known this for years. But if he doesn’t know, and doesn’t suspect a thing, why should things be weird? Sure, more people knew now, but it was people you trusted. People you knew wouldn’t out you for any reason. Nothing had to change, things could still be the same. But did you want them to stay that way? You weren’t really sure.

“Honestly Danny, I have no fucking clue.” you finally said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

He placed his arm around his shoulder and leaned his head down against yours. “Well whatever you need sunshine, we’re here for you.” 

You smiled at the nickname. The only reason they all called you that was because of how grumpy you were in the mornings. Most of the time you weren’t a morning person, and they all knew this, but they still liked to tease you with the name. 

You sat with Danny for a little while longer, watching the boys in the water who eventually, turned to watch you and Danny as you sat together. Sammy and Jake had an idea of what you two could have been talking about, but Josh didn’t, which is why he stared at you two with curious eyes. 

Eventually, Danny stood up from the blanket and discarded his shirt, running into the water with the guys. You stayed behind, just wanting to relax a little on your own before joining them. You watched Danny swim over to the middle of the water where the guys were, tossing around a football.  You couldn’t hear them talking from where you were, but you could see their mouths moving.

“So,” Josh spoke, catching the football and tossing it over at Danny. “What’s up with you and Y/N?” 

Sam snorted, but quickly covered it up with a cough, sharing a knowing look with Jake.

“Nothing man,” he said, catching the ball and tossing it at Jake. “Just talking.” 

Josh hummed, but didn’t say anything else. They continued to toss the ball here and there, making small talk. Eventually, Josh announced he was going to get a drink, and he made his way out of the water towards you, grabbing a drink and taking a seat next to you. 

“Hi, mama.” he said, smiling as he scooted close to you so your arms were touching. 

Could he not be so fucking cute right now oh my god.

“Hey, you” you said, matching his smile. 

He took a sip of his drink then leaned the bottle your way, offering you some. You took a sip and handed it back, trying not to think too much of the fact that you pretty much just kissed.

“So what were you and Danny talking about?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his question, he was never one to be subtle. If this man had something on his mind he had no problem letting you know. 

“Nothing,” you said, looking over at him. “Just talking.”

He squinted his eyes at you, not believing you. “Sure,” he said, taking another sip of his beer. “That’s the exact same thing he said when I asked just now, kind of suspicious if you ask me.”

He asked Danny about you?

“You asked Danny about me?” you asked. It wasn’t like him to ask other people about a different person, he’d always just come ask you directly. “Why didn’t you just come ask me?”

“I just did,” he said, bumping his shoulder with yours. “And you gave me the same bullshit answer he did. So what’s actually going on? What happened last night? Why did you leave the way you did? And while we’re at it why don’t you tell me what you guys were actually talking about this morning, cause I know it wasn’t about no damn surprise picnic.”

See this was something about Josh you really loved. He could talk about anything and everything at any time of day. He always had something to say, something to ask, something to share, literally always. He suffered from word vomit multiple times a day and you loved it you really did, but right now? Not so much.

“It’s really nothing Josh,” you sighed, turning to face the water. “I just wasn’t feeling good. And that’s the same thing I told them when they came over this morning because it’s true.”

You said that more for you than for him, trying to convince yourself of the lie you cooked up. 

“I don’t believe you, Y/N.” he stated, and you could feel him watching you as you watched the water.

You huffed as you rolled your eyes. You knew he was just worried about you, but it was starting to feel like this morning when the boys were cornering you, and you did not want it to end up the way that it did with them. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” he pressed. “What can you tell them that you for some reason can’t tell me?”

Everything, you thought. 

“Nothing Josh, I already told you I-” you started to say, but he cut you off.

“Is this about Danny? Are you seeing him?”

What the hell is he going on about?

You turned to look at him, shock clear on your face. “What? What the hell are you talking about?”

It was his turn to huff and roll his eyes. “I saw you guys you know, sitting over here all close to each other. I saw him with his arm wrapped around you and you were eating it up leaning into him letting him hold you. So what the hell you, dude? Are you seeing him or not?”

You could not believe what was coming out of his mouth. He knew you were close with all the guys, he knew this was normal behavior so why was it an issue all of a sudden? 

“Dude,” you started, turning your body to face him. “Do you hear yourself right now?”

He shrugged his shoulders and took a drink as if to keep him from answering you.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” you said, shaking your head at him. “I’m not seeing Danny, Joshua. And if I was I don’t see why that would be a problem.”

He shot you a look, a look that you couldn’t quite read. Was he upset? Was he concerned? Was he shocked? Jealous? You mentally laughed at that one, he would never be that, ever. You sat in silence for a while, both of you deep in thought. You could still feel him staring at you after you turned your body back to face the water. He could be so weird sometimes, for reasons you couldn’t understand. You would always just rule it as Josh being Josh, never able to understand what it actually was. He would never tell you, and you were afraid to ask.

After a while of nothing but silence, Josh sighed as he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“Look, I just want to make sure you’re okay. You seem off lately and I’m just worried. You’re my best friend mama, I only want you to be okay and happy.”

If he called you his best friend once more time you feared you might not only scream in your head, but in his face too. Though you wanted nothing more than to do just that, you settled for a simple, 

“I know.” and left it at that.

He caught on to your mood change and so he got up and turned to you, offering you a hand. “Let’s go swim,” he smiled. 

You took his hand and stood up, discarding your top and your shorts, leaving you in a yellow two piece as you both ran full speed in the water.

That’s where you spent the rest of the day, swimming around, laughing, throwing the football around. Even playing a few rounds of chicken in the water. You all would occasionally come out to the spot you had set up under the tree, munching on some of the sandwiches you had packed and sipping on some beers. Sammy rolled a few joints and you passed them around, enjoying the buzz you shared and each others company. After a while you guys went back in the water, until the sun went down and it was too cold to swim. You ended the night singing a few songs, laughing as the boys forgot the lyrics to some of their own songs. 

It had been a great day, despite last nights events and the bit of awkwardness this morning. There was never anything you guys couldn’t move past, and you were thankful for that. You just hoped that it would always be that way, no matter what.

You all packed up your car, getting ready to go back home. Having been the only one that wasn’t fully intoxicated, you were in charge of driving back home. Jake, Sam, and Danny piled in the back. Josh took the passenger seat, keeping you company up front. Or so you thought. Twenty minutes into the drive, the car was filled with snores. You smiled, turning the radio down a little to not disturb the sleeping beauties.

The street signs were becoming more and more familiar, letting you know you were only a few minutes away from home. 

“Y/N?” Josh whispered.

You turned to look at him, giving him a small smile. “Hey,” you whispered back. “Did you have a good nap?”

He was quiet for a second, then he reached out and placed his hand on top of yours as it rested on the gear shift. You froze, thankful for the darkness in the car not allowing him to see the blush on your cheeks. Touch wasn’t something foreign between you two, as Josh was a very touchy person, but lately your body would noticeably react to it and you didn’t want him to notice. You tried to relax your heartbeat as he spoke.

“We don’t keep secrets from each other, right?” 

Fuck.

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I honestly don’t mean to leave this at cliffhangers it kind of just happens lol

[bigskydreaming]

Hi, I was reading your post about Jason punching Dick in the face when Dick revealed he fake his death was bullshit ( which it was) and it reminded me of an issue/question that has bothered me for sometime.

Why did people believe Dick was actually dead?

I’m not the most avid comic reader so maybe I missed something but it was always weird to me that everyone just accepted this especially given how Bruce was acting or should I say wasn’t acting.

This is a man when his child died another child had to come along and told him sir you are being too violent and emotional you need supervision. When his other child died he went all over the universe to bring him back to life because he knew it was possible ( which was happening at the same time), so why didn’t anyone think it was weird he wasn’t doing that for Dick. Can you imagine Dick really dying that soon after Damian it would be injustice Batman Version. You are telling me that Tim, Jason or Barbara didn’t think it was weird that Bruce didn’t also bring Dick’s corpse to the bring Damian back to life mission or mention it to themselves. Like what more likely Dick dead and Bruce is handling it well or that he fake his death to do something stupid and Dangerous after his partner/brother/ little bit my son the feelings are complicated died after he was knocked out and woke up to his corpse.

Oh man, this is like, the entire nature of my beef?

(Slight derail just to emphasize the fact real quick that Dick DID actually die, he was just revived quickly, but like, the trauma of his death was very real and its not like anyone was clued into Luthor having a resurrection backdoor built into his literal murder of Dick in the actual moment of it happening. So Dick’s death wasn’t fake, and additionally, he didn’t have anything to do with like, telling people about it, because he was literally comatose in the cave and recovering while Bruce was telling people....by the time Dick woke up in the cave, we already know that Alfred at least had already been convinced by Bruce that Dick was dead, so I have a kneejerk need to pushback against the Dick faked his death narrative by reminding people wherever possible that Dick had no agency in the spreading of that narrative. 

It happened without him being involved, and the only actual contribution he ever made to it was just not revealing he was alive before Grayson #12, after Bruce like.....emotionally, mentally and physically badgered him into accepting that doing so would be directly harmful to his family and he didn’t want to be the reason more people died when like, people had just died because he ‘let’ himself be captured and interrogated by Power Woman’s Lasso of Submission, did he?

SORRY TO BE PEDANTIC, just wanted to start this off on a clarification, even though I know the aim of your ask was very much in tune with the rest of my response. A lot of people don’t read the actual comics, so like, I’m never gonna skip over an opportunity to emphasize that the shorthand people use to refer to Dick’s death and the year he was with Spyral, is like, literally just shorthand for describing it. Its not actually an accurate description of how all that went down and who had the most hand in it).

BUT ANYWAY. BACK TO THE MEAT OF THE BEEF.

Okay so like, not only was the entire family and Bruce himself giving Dick shit for his death and Spyral, like, PAINFULLY egregious because it was literal victim blaming in every possible sense of the word....

None of it made a LICK of sense with ANY of their characterizations, and they ONLY all accepted it on face value because the Plot Demanded It, and when you're like, no, as a reader I say The Plot Demanded It is not a good enough reason for me to be like well sure, that makes sense......looking at the characters ACTUAL actions at face value pretty much just makes them all look like assholes?

Like, Tim has never gracefully accepted anyone's death. Ever. This is core characterization for him. He will go to the ends of the earth for his loved ones and to bring them back, prove they're not dead, refuse to let death be the final verdict for them. He was tempted to use the Lazarus Pit to bring his parents back to life. He refused to accept Bruce was dead long before he had any proof whatsoever of that theory. He tried to clone his BFF/future-husband Kon in his fucking basement like, dude was two whole inches away from going Full Dark Side in his quest to bring back a lost loved one no matter WHAT the cost.....and then you've got Dick unmasked onscreen, killed offscreen, and Bruce then reporting to the rest of them with zero inflection 'oh Dick's dead now. Its very sad' and Tim's just like, sure. Sounds legit.

I mean?!?!

And you're SO RIGHT ABOUT THE DAMIAN THING! Bruce LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY went BEYOND the ends of the Earth, like, he full on chartered a fucking space ship to fly his whole family out to APOKOLIPS to bring Damian back from the dead by going to EXTREME lengths.....WHILE everyone else thought Dick was dead....

And not a single person looked at Bruce and was like, okay, not that we're not down to do this for Damian because we miss Stabby Smurf something fierce ourselves, but.....what the fuck is UP with you dude? Why aren't you displaying ANY hint of this same kind of energy in regards to your eldest son that you said you watched die right in front of you?

Like....I don't know that we were actually ever told that Dick's coffin was empty or had a fake in it, but like....this family of detectives who refuse to accept death, defy death, COME BACK FROM THE DEAD....not a single one of them said like, okay, if I'm gonna like, ACCEPT accept that Dick is dead and gone for good, I need to at least just see him one last time? That's literally all it would have taken for someone to realize hey something's a little wonky here. Where's the dead body, Pops?

Since when has Jason ever missed an opportunity to prove Bruce is a) full of shit, b) acting like an emotionless robot and all his kids deserve better especially when they've just like....died, c) just factually incorrect and wrong and jumped to a conclusion before it was conclusively proved, d) lying like a liar or e) all of the above?

Nobody even ASKED if Dick's body could be put in a Lazarus Pit? Yeah, Jason wouldn't necessarily recommend it himself, given what it put him through, but actually fuck that, I take that back, because I'm NOT actually of the opinion that Jason full on hates his life and actively spends every second of every day wishing he hadn't been resurrected, even if it had come with a huge buffet of additional trauma and pain.

And that's kinda what's implied when people just take it for granted that he would never be on board with any scenario involving using a Lazarus Pit to bring Dick back, because it suggests that based even just on his own experiences and feelings, he honestly believes Dick would prefer being dead and not have ANY further opportunities to be with his loved ones, his friends, help save the damn world again at some future point.....that Jason, projecting based just off himself, legit feels Dick would rather be dead than have another shot at life even WITH the downsides of Lazarus Pit usage? Nope. Sorry, I don't buy it.

Speaking of not buying it.....you know what was missing from all those soliloquies the others monologued at Dick about how they felt and were hurt and just devastated by his death, to such a point they can't seem to muster a single shred of happiness that he's NOT dead still -

(seriously, Damian was the ONLY person in ALL THE LANDS OF EMOTION-HAVING who expressed ANY kind of positive reaction to having Dick back. We were so fucking cheated of like.....ANY opportunity to have the characters show just how much they valued him by just being fucking HAPPY he was alive, no matter what else was involved....and then most of fandom compounded that by for years being like mmmm, no, Dick didn't get yelled at enough by his family for what HE put THEM through. Needs more yelling. More punching too. Bad Dick. Bad. This is the only way you'll learn not to die and get shipped off on a mission that you don't want but at least is to protect your family after being beaten into it by your dad whilst victim blaming you for dying in the first place. WHEN WILL YOU LEARN TO THINK ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR FEELINGS FOR A CHANGE, DICK?!?)

- But like, BUT I DIGRESS aside....you know what was missing from all those monologues about how hard DICK'S death and ensuing year of basically exile from his loved ones was for EVERYONE BUT HIM?

We never got a single line of explanation as to what everyone else officially thinks even happened to him in the first place?

Like, did Bruce straight up just say oh bad news kids, your brother umm. Expired. Spontaneously. There's no one to blame, he just keeled over, its all very sad.

Is that how that went down?

You're telling me that the explanation of Dick's death didn't come with a single pointed finger at someone for this family of blame-happy vigilantes to like, BLAME for the loss of this brother they all mourned oh so much, they just couldn't help but blame him for all the hurt it caused them?

The family that in every other fic is like OBSESSED with avenging and being avenged and all things vengeful and even tangentially vengeance-y....like didn't ask for a single detail on whomst the fuck deprived us of our brother-having?

Where were the attempts on Luthor's life by Jason (who I mean, yeah I know it was in a previous continuity, but erasing that timeline doesn't erase my awareness of the time Dick killed Jason's murderer so like.....mmm, just saying, woulda been nice)....where was the rage directed at the Crime Syndicate and references to how seriously and personally the Batfam took making sure that they were PUNISHED for all this and would never be free to wreak havoc on their world or their family again? What did they tell Damian when he came back to life, and how are you going to tell me that this fraternal little ball of fury didn't aim himself like a cannonball at whomever the fuck had DARED take HIS Batman from him when Damian wasn't around to have his back?

Not only does everyone else's desire to be avenged start falling really flat the second you factor in hey maybe Dick feels "mmm what about MY avenging" sometimes, and why doesn't anyone ever care about doing that for him.....but also, y'know what REALLY sucks about the ONLY person we actually SEE being blamed for Dick's death and ensuing absence being like....Dick himself?

Not only were his family all super keen on making all of this HIS fault and HIM the bad guy because of how it made them all feeeeeeel (and meanwhile fuck his feelings, am I right Batfam hfaklshfklahfkla).....

They somehow found a way to justify prioritizing this OVER ever even getting around to blaming some villain for his death in the FIRST place, in the entire year or so they thought he was still dead!

Like, you couldn't come up with a single target in all that time, but Dick's back two seconds, and you don't even give him a chance to EXPLAIN before you're punching him, shutting him down with 'I expected better from you' and turning away with 'I don't want to hear it, why am I surprised Dick Grayson disappointed me again'?

afshklfhalfhalfhla

Make it make sense!

And like, it won't, cuz it doesn't, and it never will, and like I said at the top, the ONLY reason it all played out this way is because DC doesn't give a fuck about character development and deemed it necessary to go down this way for the sake of the plot (which was totes worth it, I mean, glad we sacrificed characters for this A+ plot which was clearly the greatest plot of all time and definitely justified every story choice made or not made around it loooool).

BUT.

BUT BUT BUT.

The problem isn't JUST that DC is stupid, even though that is an eternal mood and quite the problem.

Its that the SECOND large parts of fandom decided to play along with DC and just accept the story at face value, only add to it and play into it exactly as it happened in canon with no significant deviations, and like, heaping on the LITERAL abuse from Dick's siblings while ignoring the LITERAL abuse from his father....

THAT....is when all of this becomes relevant.

Because the second people decided TO engage with the reasoning DC gave for what Bruce did and how and what Dick did and how and just not mess with any of that and have it all play out exactly like that...

The second people are like, okay we're FINE with not just dismissing this story as OOC writing that doesn't make any sense, and actually VALIDATING it to various degrees by engaging with it as is....

That's when 'OOC writing' stops being an excuse or explanation for alllll of the above gaps in character logic and actions.

Because its like, when you had abundant chance to REJECT this story and say nope, this was bullshit from start to finish and I'm not here for it, when you were just as capable of transforming literally ANY aspect of this story you didn't like into something that made more sense to you....

And you chose not to.

That's.....accepting it as valid writing. You were like, okay, I'm game to just treat this as a thing that happened, just like they said that happened.

For the chance to give Dick shit for it, see. For the angst, see.

And that's when I'm like okay cool, so when engaging with this story as is and accepting it on face value and just delving into the characters as they were SHOWN interacting with and around these events......for the angst or whatever....

You guys just all decided en masse to just hop, skip and jump over allllllllll the opportunities for angst inherent in examining even ANY SINGLE ONE of the above lapses in judgment or hypocrisy on the parts of the characters (who don't get to be excused by OOC writing if you're not going to call the story an example of OOC writing, whoops).

And its just like, uh, what's up with that?

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | A Postman Delivering Your Feelings | Episode 3

*Knock on door*

Misumi: Hello! Are you here, Guy~?

Guy: Yes, allow me to get the door.

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*Door opens*

Misumi: Sorry to bother you! Is Azuma out right now?

Guy: He just left. How can I help you?

Misumi: I came to scout you, Guy!

Guy: Scout me? Scout me for what?

Misumi: To be one of the people at the post office’s “Happy Letter” event~!

Guy: Ahh, I see.

Guy: However, Ikaruga, why are you the one…?

Misumi: Umm~, that’s ‘cause…

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Flashback*

Misumi: Hey, hey, Director-san. Have you decided on the rest of the people who are gonna do the post office event yet~?

Izumi: Not yet… I’ve just been so swamped with work and meetings that I haven’t gotten around to choosing anyone yet.

Izumi: So far, all I’ve done is get in touch with everyone to see who’s available, and strangely enough, there are a lot of people free to do it.

Izumi: So I actually need to figure out who to ask this time.

Misumi: Gotcha. That must be pretty hard for you, Director-san…

Misumi: Ah! How about I scout people out for you then?

Izumi: Wait, you want to, Misumi-kun? I mean, not that I mind, but… are you really fine with me leaving it to you?

Misumi: It’ll be a-okay! Just leave it to me!

Izumi: Thank you. Then I’ll leave it to you, Misumi-kun. If you could scout out about three more people, that’d be great.

Misumi: Roger that~!

*Flashback end*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: And that’s why I’m the one doing the scouting!

Guy: I see, so that’s why.

Misumi: You get letters from Zahra pretty often, so that’s why I thought you’d be a good fit, Guy. So will you do the event with us~?

Guy: Yes, I do still exchange letters with Zahra. If you’d like me to, then I will do the performance.

Misumi: Yaaay~, thanks! Let’s do our best!

Guy: Likewise.

Misumi: Well, I’m gonna go scout out more people~!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*Door closes*

Misumi: M’kay, two to go!

Misumi: …Ah! It’s Tasuku~!

*Misumi jumps off the balcony*

Misumi: Hup!

Tasuku: Do you always have to jump down from the second floor…?

Tasuku: I know it’s probably nothing for you, Ikaruga, but it’s still dangerous.

Misumi: It’s faster like that. But sorry for worrying you.

Tasuku: Well, it’s not something I’m not used to… Anyway, it looked like you just came out of room 206. What were you doing in there?

Misumi: I was scouting Guy for the Happy Letter event!

Tasuku: Right… You mentioned that the Director left it up to you to choose the performers. Did you get Guy-san to perform?

Misumi: He said that he’d do it~!

Tasuku: Gotcha, that’s good.

Misumi: Yeah! But now I’m wondering who to scout out next… Who else has a connection with letters~?

Tasuku: Letters, huh… Then I think I know someone.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: Tsuzuru~!

Tsuzuru: Ikaruga-san, what’s up?

Misumi: I’m scouting people! Do you wanna do the post office event too, Tsuzuru~?

Tsuzuru: Ahh, so you’re gathering members for the upcoming event.

Tsuzuru: Sure. I’m free around that time.

Misumi: Really? Yaaay, thanks!

Tsuzuru: But why did you decide to scout me?

Misumi: Tasuku said that if we’re talking about letters, then you’d be a good choice, Tsuzuru!

Tsuzuru: Ahh… Gotcha. That’s why.

Tsuzuru: …Probably because of my scripts. He’s mentioned before that they’re like love letters to actors.

Misumi: Let’s do our best preparing for the event and during rehearsal, Tsuzuru!

Tsuzuru: Yeah. Let’s do our best.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Misumi: I’m glad I was able to decide on Guy and Tsuzuru~!

Misumi: …Huh? But there aren’t any Autumn Troupe members doing the event!

Misumi: I’ll scout out someone from Autumn Troupe for the last person! I wonder who would be good~.

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[majestyeverlasting]

Till Dawn

Duo: Dad!Bucky x Eden (age 7 in this)

Summary: Bucky and Eden have the house to themselves because you and Jamie (James Jr.) are away for the night. Bedtime ends up getting pushed back because she starts playing music and wants him to dance with her. The opportunity is one Bucky can't pass up. Contains cute daddy-daughter moments.

Prompt 5: “No, keep dancing. Please?

Prompt 11: "Can I have one more hug before you go?"

A/N: I decided to write something quick using two of the prompts from my fluffy prompt list for Bucky. I'm still chugging through everyone else's requests as well, and I will be posting more very soon. School has started back for me (sophomore year @ uni) which equals oof, but it's all good at the same time. Thank you so much for all the support and patience! :) -Hannah

There was a stillness to the atmosphere until a strong melody rang out. The sound was muffled due to the walls and slight distance of its origin. But as Bucky stood brushing his teeth, he could tell it was the intro to a song—an old pop song—even over the sound of running water. As the singer’s voice flowed into the first verse, he moved to begin rinsing his mouth in the least sloppy way he could manage. Eden was supposed to be getting ready for bed just as he was. Part of him wondered if he’d been wrong not to hover over and make sure she didn’t get drawn off track. Hurrying through his night routine wasn’t something he’d anticipated that night, but it’s what found himself doing.

As soon as he located his daughter, he threw his hands up. It wasn’t an overly dramatic gesture, but it was enough to communicate that he was a bit thrown off by what was going on. It was rather peculiar for a seven-year-old to be up blasting music on a Friday night. At bedtime, no less. Bucky went to turn the speaker down a couple of notches. “Aren’t you supposed to be brushing your teeth?”

“I already did—see?” She smiled to show him. “And my breath is minty. Wanna come check?”

That drew a laugh out of him, a quick huff of air through his nose. “It’s fine. If you’re lying, they’re gonna be your cavities, not mine. What are you in here doing, anyway?” He ran a hand through his hair and watched the almost comical way she shrugged. “Well, you’re supposed to be winding down for bed, silly.”

But even Bucky couldn’t deny that the music was cultivating a somewhat energic charge within the air. One that made it impossible to be frustrated or annoyed. Or ready for bed, for that matter. There was even more of a buzz in the room as the song continued to build. Rather than insisting they wrapped things up, Bucky was curious to see if his daughter would attempt to further explain herself or do something else characteristically Eden.

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to extend her hands for him to take. “Wanna dance?” It was a simple question, and there was a twinkle in her eyes that made it impossible to say no.

So, just like that, they let themselves to get lost. Bucky took her smaller hands in his and allowed her to bounce around and begin swinging their arms, leaving him no choice but to move too. She began singing along to the lyrics and gazing up at him with the brightest smile. There was nothing in the world quite like her happiness. It touched him in a way that no words could explain. When the chorus came in with deeper bass, she broke away. Twirling and letting her arms catch the air. For a sliver of time, Bucky allowed himself to sway and bob his head. But then he stopped to watch her. Surely, she was joy in human form.

She didn’t notice his eyes on her at first. But when she did, she slowed down. “Daddy, no, keep dancing. Please? We’re supposed to be rocking out together.” That request coming from her lips was yet another thing he couldn’t say no to.

Another song came on, and then another. The whole while, they were enjoying each other's company. Bucky wanted to seal the night in a jar and keep tucked away where it would never be forgotten. And soon, the sound of their laughter was the only one filling the air. The playlist had ended. Bucky’s heart was full as Eden sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. She nuzzled into him for a moment before propping her chin on his stomach to look up at him. There was something hopeful in her gaze and as easy as it would’ve been to entertain it, Bucky was afraid he couldn’t. It was getting late.

“It’s bedtime now, E. For real.” He ran a hand over her hair. “We can’t keep doing this till dawn.”

“Yes, we can.” There was a playful quip to her tone.

“Well, we’re not going to.” Bucky whisked her up bridal style and began carrying her to her bedroom. She was groaning at first, but then let her body go lax to feign unconsciousness. Even closing her eyes. She bit back a smile when she heard him chuckling. “You’re trying to be a little actress, huh?” He pretended he was going to drop her by dipping downwards, which made her squeal and wrap her arms around his neck.

“Daddy!”

He gave her an innocent look. “What?”

“Be careful! You can’t drop me.”

By then, they had made it into her room. “Watch me.” He released her onto her bed, and couldn’t help laughing when her frame started shaking with giggles.

She had to get back up in order to properly crawl under the covers, but Bucky helped her as she did. When they were pulled over her he pressed a kiss to her temple, and they talked for a little while. But it eventually came time for them to exchange their goodnights. And just as he switched her lamp off and was about to slip out the door, her voice called out, “Wait!”

Bucky turned back towards her. The light from the hallway was casting enough illumination into the room for him to be able to make out her features. “What, sunshine?”

“Can I have one more hug before you go?”

“I just hugged you.” But even as he said that he was making his way back to her bedside. Eden wrapped her arms around her father’s neck as soon as he leaned down, giving a gentle squeeze. When he straightened back up, he put his hands on his hips. “Satisfied? Can I go now?”

“Umm… no—just kidding,” she said with amusement in her voice. “G’night for real this time. I love you.”

“Love you more, E.”

It came as no surprise to Bucky that, after he’d crawled into bed himself, she eventually came padding into his bedroom to join him.

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[meruz]

once again i am answering asks in a big compilation post. included is... gotham, patrick stump, tips about drawing backgrounds, tips about drawing in general, links to my faq, and infinity train

like.... the tv series? No... I’ve drawn dc comics fanart before, though. But it’s been years since I’ve been really into it. I like jumped ship like 10 years ago when the New 52 happened LOL.

AFJHDSLKGH I’m sorry I (probably) won’t do it again??

Actually full disclosure I have a truly cringe amount of p stump drawings/photo studies in my sketchbook right now LOL. He’s just fun to draw... hats, glasses, guitar, a good shape... but I don’t think I’ll rly post those until I can hide them in another big sketchbook pdf.. probably Jan 2022. Stay tuned........ (ominous) 

(ominous preview)

These are all sort of related to backgrounds/painting so I grouped them together even though they’re pretty much entirely separate questions.... ANYWAYS

a) How is it working as a BG artist? Is it hard? What show are you drawing for?

I think you’re the first person to ever ask me about my job! Being a background artist is great. It’s definitely labor intensive but I think that could describe pretty much any art job (If something were rote or easy to automate, you wouldn’t hire an artist to do it) and I hesitate to say whether its harder or easier than any other role in the animation pipeline. Plus, so much of what truly makes a job difficult varies from one production to the next, schedule, working environment, co-workers etc. But I will say that I think while BGs are generally a lot of work on the upfront, I think they’re subject to less scrutiny/revisions than something like character/props/effects design and you don’t have to pitch them to a room like boards. So I guess it’s good if you don’t like to talk to people? LOL

A lot of my previous projects + the show I’ve worked on the longest aren’t public yet so I can’t talk about em (but I assure you if/when the news does break I won’t shut up about it). But I’m currently working on Archer Season 12 LOL. I’m like 90% sure I’m allowed to say that.

b) ~~~THANK YOU!! ~~~

c) What exactly do you like to draw most [in a background]?

@kaitomiury​ Lots of stuff! I really like to draw clutter! Because it’s a great opportunity for environmental storytelling and also you can be kind of messy with it because the sheer mass will supersede any details LOL. 

I like to draw clouds... I like to draw grass but not trees lol,,, I like to draw anything that sells perspective really easily like tiled floors and ceilings, shelves, lamp posts on a street etc.

d) Do you have any tips on how to paint (observational)?

god there’s so much to say. painting is really a whole ass discipline like someone can paint their whole life and still discover new things about it. I guess if you’re really just starting out my best advice is that habit is more important than product. especially with traditional plein air painting, I find that the procedure of going outside and setting up your paints is almost harder than the actual painting. There’s a lot of artists who say “I want to do plein air sometime!!” and then never actually get around to doing it. A lot of people just end up working from google streetview or photos on their computer.

But going outside to paint is a really good challenge because it forces you to make and commit to lighting and composition decisions really quickly. And to work through your mistakes instead of against them via undo button.

My last tip is to check out James Gurney’s youtube channel because hes probably the best and most consistent resource on observational painting out there rn. There’s lots other artists doing the same thing (off the top of my head I know a lot of the Warrior Painters group has people regularly posting plein air stuff and lightbox expo had a Jesse Schmidt lecture abt it last year) but Gurney’s probably the most prolific poster and one of the best at explaining the more technical stuff - his books are great too.

e) Do you have tips for drawing cleanly on heavypaint?

@marigoldfool​ UMM LOL I LIKE ONLY USE THE FILL TOOL so maybe use the fill tool? Fill and rectangle are good for edge control as opposed to the rest of the heavy paint tools which can get sort of muddles. And also I use a stylus so maybe if you’re using your finger, find a stylus that works with your device instead. That’s all I’ve got, frankly I don’t think my drawings are particularly clean lol.

f) Tips on improving backgrounds/scenes making them more dynamic practicing etc?

Ive given some tips about backgrounds/scenes before so I’m not gonna re-tread those but here’s another thing that might be helpful...

I think a good way to approach backgrounds is to think of the specific story or even mood you want to convey with the background first. Thinking “I just need to put something behind this character” is going to lead you to drawing like... a green screen tourist photo backdrop. But if you think “I need this bg to make the characters feel small” or “I need this bg to make the world feel colorful” then it gives you requirements and cues to work off of.

If I know a character needs to feel overwhelmed and small, then I know I need to create environment elements that will cage them in and corner them. If a character needs to feel triumphant/on top of the world then I know I need to let the environment open up around them. etc. If I know my focal point/ where I want to draw attention, I can build the background around that.

Also, backgrounds like figure compositions will have focal points of their own and you can draw attention to it/ the relationship the characters have with the bg element via scale or directionality or color, any number of cues. I think of it almost as a second/third character in a scene.

Not every composition is gonna have something so obvious like this but it helps me to think about these because then the characters feel connected and integrated with the environment.

Some more general art questions

a) Do you have any process/tips to start drawing character/bodies/heads?

I tried to kind of draw something to answer this but honestly this is difficult for me to answer because I don’t think I’m that great at drawing characters LOL. Ok, I think I have two tips.

1) flip your canvas often. A lot about what makes human bodies look correct and believable is symmetry and balance. Even if someone has asymmetrical features, the body will often pull and push in a way to counterbalance it. we often have inherent biases to one side or another like dominant hands dominant eyes etc. you know how right-handed artists will often favor drawing characters facing 45 degrees facing (the artist’s) left? that’s part of it. so viewing your drawing flipped even just to evaluate it helps compensate for that bias and makes you more aware of balance.

2) draw the whole figure often. I feel like a lot of beginner artists (myself included for a long time) defer to just drawing headshots or busts because it’s easier, you dont have to think about posing limbs etc. But drawing a full body allows you to better gauge proportion, perspective, body language, everything that makes a character look believable and grounded.

Like if you (me) have that issue where you draw the head too big and then have to resize it to fit the proportions of the rest of the body, it’s probably because you (I) drew the head first and are treating the body as an afterthought/attachment. Sketching out the whole figure first or even just quick drawing guides for it will help you think of it more holistically. I learned this figure drawing in charcoal at art school LOL.

oh. third mini tip - try to draw people from life often! its the best study. if you can get into a figure drawing/nude drawing class EVEN BETTER and if you have a local college/art space/museum that hosts those for free TREASURE IT AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF IT, that’s a huge boon that a lot of artists (me again) wish they had. though if youre not so lucky and youre sitting in a park trying to creeper draw people and they keep moving.. don’t let that stop you! that’s good practice because it’s forcing you to work fast to get the important stuff down LOL. its a challenge!

b) I’ve been pretty out of energy and have had no inspiration to draw but I have the desire to. Any advice?

Dude, take a walk or something.... Or a nap? Low energy is going to effect everything else so you gotta hit that problem at its source.

If you’re looking for inspiration though, I’d recommend stuff like watching a movie, reading a book, playing video games etc. Fill up your idea bank with content and then give yourself time/space to gestate it into new concepts. Sometimes looking at other art works but sometimes it can work against you because it’s too close. 

Also something that helps me is remembering that art doesn’t always have to be groundbreaking... like it’s okay to make something shitty and stupid that you don’t post online and only show to your friend. That’s all part of the process imo. If you want to hit a home run you gotta warm up first, right? Sports.

I should probably compile everytime i give tips on stuff like this but that’s getting dangerously close to being a social media artist who makes stupid boiled down art tutorials for clout which is the last thing i want to be... the thing I want to stress is that art is a whole visual language and there are widely agreed upon rules and customs but they exist in large part to be broken. Like there's an infinite number of ways to reach an infinite number of solutions and that’s actually what makes it really cool and personal for both the artist and the viewer. So when you make work you like or you find someone else’s work you like, take a step back and ask yourself what about it speaks for you, what about it works for you, what makes it effective, how to recreate that effect and how to break that effect completely, etc. And have a good time with it or else what’s the point.

for the first 2, I direct you to my FAQ

For the last one, I don’t actually believe I’ve ever addressed artwork as insp for stories/rp but I’ll say here and now yeah go ahead! As long as you’re not making profit or taking credit for my work then I’m normally ok with it. Especially anything thats private and purely recreational, that’s generally 100% green light go. I only ask that if you post it anywhere public that you please credit me.

(and I reserve the right to ask you to take it down if I see it and don’t approve of it’s use but I think that case is pretty rare.)

a) @lemuelzero101 Thank you!!! I haven’t played Life is Strange but actually  that series’ vis dev artist Edouard Caplain is one of my bigger art inspirations lately so that’s a really high compliment lol. And yeah I hope we get 5-8 too...!

b) Thank you for sticking around! I’ve been thinking about Digimon and Infinity Train in tandem lately, actually. They’re a little similar? Enter a dangerous alternate world and have wacky adventures with monsters/inanimate objects that have weird powers... there’s like weird engineers and mechanisms behind the scenes... also frontier literally starts with them getting on a train. Anyways if anyone else followed me for digimon... maybe you’d like Infinity Train? LOL

c) @king-wens-king I’M GLAD MY ART JUST HAS PINOY VIBES LOL I hope you are having a good day too :^)

a, b, c, d) yessss my Watch Infinity Train agenda is working....

e) aw thank you!! i think you should watch infinity train :)