#wow hello typos

[healingheartdogs]

Gotta wash your face and hands after eating

[erabu-san]

Tighnari doodles (that's surprising)

And sethos wip

[coquelicoq]

part of the process of learning to take responsibility for your actions is learning what things you can't take responsibility for. not just to protect you (e.g., from your own feelings of guilt; from people taking advantage of your willingness to take responsibility by attributing blame to you unfairly), but because to take responsibility is not just to say "it was my fault and i'm sorry" but to actually do things (to make amends and to mitigate and prevent future harm), and if you don't understand what to take responsibility for, you aren't going to understand how to take responsibility.

there is a lot that's outside of your control. people put a lot of emphasis on forgiveness in a way that i think is missing the point. being forgiven is not my priority. my priority is that i am doing what it is in my power to do. i can't control how that's received. i'd like it to be received well; i'm doing what i'm doing because i want to repair harm that i have caused to another person, so it matters to me if what i'm doing is actually achieving that goal or not. but there's only so much that i can do to achieve that goal, and if i'm doing it, and the harm is not repaired, that's okay. that's beyond my control. i have to make my peace with the fact that i've caused harm to another person that is not resolved, because i'm doing what i can and i have to continue living on this earth, and in continuing to live i'm going to be living with the fact of that unresolved harm. the most important thing at that point is for me to use my knowledge of the specific ways in which my actions harmed that person to change my behavior going forward to avoid causing that harm again, to the extent that that's within my power.

it doesn't do anyone - you or the people you have harmed - any good for you to assign responsibility to yourself for things that you can't control. if you're going to attempt the active work of repair and change you have to first identify what it's possible to repair and change. you can't actually repair a relationship all by yourself! you can only change your own behavior. you can only offer amends to the other person that they may or may not find sufficient. not to go all serenity prayer on you but guilt for the sake of guilt just makes you feel way more powerful than you actually are (because you think that everything happened because of you) and at the same time completely incapable of exercising your power (because you don't understand what your power actually is). to effect change you have to focus on the things you can actually change. focusing on the things you can't change is a problem not just because it's taking your focus away from the things you can change, but because it means you don't actually understand the sphere of your own influence. you're operating under what is essentially a self-centered worldview in which you could make everything better, you could prevent all harm, if only you were trying harder, if only you were a better person. who does that serve? it doesn't reflect reality. it makes you hate yourself and feel sorry for yourself at the same time, and it doesn't actually improve things for the people you harmed. it doesn't help keep you from harming people in the future, because you don't understand the territory and the limits of the causal relationship between your actions and other people's reactions to them.

you can only do what you can do. what you can't do, you can't do, and you can't take responsibility for doing, either in the past or present. after you realize that there is harm to repair the next step in the process of repair is to ask yourself what your responsibility is for the past and what your agency is going forward. everything else will follow from that. you simply cannot skip that step.

[fangirlika]

Hello! I don't know if you're up to writing smut (if not you can just ignore it haha), but maybe you could write something about reader not being very experienced and Charles, for teaching purposes, offers her some private lessons/tutoring, letting her do whatever she wants to him? Not in super kinky way, just getting to know his body and kind of exploring it ^^

sweet and hot at the same time, we love to see it! Loved the “for teaching purposes” hahaha Thank you for your request, I hope you like it!

Learning Hours

MASTERLIST

pairing: Charles Leclerc x female!reader

summary: you and Charles have been friends for a long time, however, the sexual tension between the two of you was there pretty much since the beginning. It was just that Charles, in contrast to you, was a lot more experienced. Time to share the knowledge, right?

warnings: nsfw, smut, porn with a little plot lol, oral (m receiving), typos probably

a/n: I got carried away with this ahhh I hope you enjoy it

“Oh come on, Y/n!”, Charles said as he sat on your bed, his head leaning against the headboard. “When was the last time you got laid? Last weekend?”

For context, the two of you somehow ended up in a conversation about how often the other one had sex over the past year. It was a joke, a lighthearted conversation between you guys.

You and Charles had been friends for what felt like a lifetime, hence, you were comfortable with him no matter what topic you were talking about.

In Charles' case it was no secret that he had his fair share of one night stands, girls he was seeing for a longer time and also two actual relationships over the past years. You couldn’t blame any of the girls he was with, that man is too gorgeous for his own good.

You on the other hand, never participated in the so-called hook up culture. You never blamed anyone who did, in fact you couldn’t care less, but you never felt comfortable enough to just go home with someone after a night-out or to meet someone online.

You’re not a virgin though. No, you had that one boyfriend, he later turned out to be a total douche, but for the time being, he was good enough to show you the basics in bed - never something crazy or actually anything but boring missionary sex where you’ve almost never really gotten off.

Sometimes, your inexperience made you a little shy and talking about your sex life has never been a preferred topic for you. So you just scoffed in fake annoyance and replied: “Sure, and I assume that you just came back from yet another poor girl's house?”

Charles put his hand over his heart to feign hurt. “Wow, ma chérie, that was personal”, he said but couldn’t help but chuckle a little. But then he looked at you again and the look on his face was nothing but curious. “But seriously, when was the last time? You never went home with someone after we went out together and as far as I know there are no dating apps on your phone…”, he thought out loud.

You didn’t like where this conversation was going. The last thing you wanted this afternoon was to admit to your guy best friend that you haven’t gone further than kissing a guy at a bar ever since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend, Charles never liked him anyways.

“So?”, you simply replied and tried to look as indifferent to the conversation as you possibly could.

Charles seemed to be able to connect the dots on his own, one could practically see the gears turning inside his head. “You’re telling me you haven’t had any sex since that excuse of a boyfriend?” Charles looked almost shocked.

You just rolled your eyes, really wanting to end this conversation. “I never told you anything like that”, you hugged out in annoyance.

“But, I’m right, am I not?”, Charles said, now there was a cocky grin on his face which just annoyed you even more. Of course he would find humor in this. It’s not to humiliate you, you know that, but between you two and also Pierre and some other friends teasing comments like these were very common.

You don’t know why but today you did not want to be on the receiving end of these remarks. “Okay, you are”, you said and moved your eyes down to the strings of your hoodie you were absentmindedly playing around with. “Are you happy now?”

Charles immediately noticed the shift from your relaxed and sarcastic state to seeming uncomfortable in the situation you two were in. Quickly, he stumbled out an apology: “N-no, I didn’t mean it like that. There is nothing wrong with not doing it often, nothing wrong with being inexperienced or… or-“

“Just drop it, Charles”, you sighed. “I know that I could go home with someone when we go out, but quite frankly, I don’t really want to.”

“That is fine! There is no shame in that, really, please, I didn’t want to make you feel bad about yourself”, Charles continued to ramble. He always did that when he was nervous or embarrassed, you couldn’t deny that it was kind of cute.

“No, it’s not that. I think it’s just that my inexperience keeps me from doing it, or something like that”, you said quietly.

“How does that make sense?”, Charles asked in confusion but put his hand up in defense when he saw your annoyed glance at him.

“I don’t know…”, you danced around the answer. “My ex and I we never really did anything… new in bed.” It took everything in you to admit the truth to Charles. “I guess I just don’t want to embarrass myself when I’d actually end up in bed with someone…”

Charles listened attentively and turned his head to look at you with a smile. You still avoided his gaze and casted your eyes downwards but he still noticed the faint reddening of your cheeks. God, you were so cute.

“You can practice on me if you want.”

Your eyes widened and you abruptly turned your head to look at Charles. “What?”

Charles didn’t really think before he said it. It just came to his mind. But when he took a second to actually think about it, he just shrugged. “Why not? We have know each other forever and I promise you won’t embarrass yourself.”

You also thought about it. Was it really a good idea? Definitely not. But then again, why not try it?

“I don’t know, Charles…”, you sighed. “I wouldn’t want it to ruin our friendship, you know?”

Charles nodded understandingly. It was the last thing he wanted as well. He knew it was a thin line they were moving on but if it could help her, he would do anything. “It doesn’t have to”, he said. “We only go as far as you are comfortable with, nothing more.”

You listened and nodded slowly.

“It’s only for learning purposes”, he smirked and when you saw his face you couldn’t help but smile too, shaking your head a little. This was insane, wasn’t it?

“I’ll teach you how to make a man feel good and you can try anything as well, okay?”, Charles searched your eyes for permission.

“Okay”, you whispered and looked him in the eyes.

The two of you stared at each other for a long time but then Charles slowly leaned his head forward into your direction. He held his gaze onto yours as to look out for any sign of hesitation from you.

But there was none. So, he closed his eyes and when his lips were just mere centimetres away from yours he stopped for a second. You on the other hand didn’t want to wait any longer so you closed the remaining gap between you two and connected your lips.

Kissing Charles felt different from kissing any other guy you did before. And you weren’t sure if a best friend was supposed to make you feel like this with just a simple kiss.

He moved his hand to your neck and the other one around your back to pull you even closer. You obliged immediately and leaned into him.

Charles swiped his tongue over your lips and you opened them just a little bit so that he could slip his tongue into your mouth. You involuntarily moaned a little which caused Charles to smile into the kiss.

“Keep making those noises, chérie, that’s a great way to turn us on”, he teased but there was truth behind his words - he wanted to hear more of those little sounds from you.

You couldn’t help the heat rising to your cheeks when he said this. “Quit being a smart-ass and take your hoodie off, Leclerc.”

You don’t know where this sudden confidence came from but you somehow wanted to show him that you can make him feel good.

“Bossy, are we?”, Charles continued and only laughed a little at your warning glare. Nevertheless, he leaned away from you a little to take off his hoodie.

His next words were a little muffled because he struggled to get the hoodie over his head for a second: “Don’t worry, it’s ho-“

As he was busy taking his hoodie off he failed to notice that you were doing the same so when he threw it somewhere behind him and turned to look at you again his words got caught in his throat.

You were sitting in front of him only wearing a black bra to cover your boobs. In all of your years of friendship he has seen you wearing a bikini plenty of times and even sometimes he saw you in your underwear, but never in a context like this. He couldn’t help but stare.

You however failed to interpret his staring correctly and so you felt your insecurity rise up back again. You were about to bring your arms up and around your chest to cover up a little again but Charles immediately took ahold of your wrists.

“Non, none of that, you look beautiful”, he muttered and tried to reassure you with one of his gorgeous smiles. You were sure you would melt if he kept looking at you like that during all this.

“Can I kiss you again?”, he asked but already pulled you into him by your wrists. You simply nodded before your lips were on his again, this time a little sloppier and less sensual. But still, it knocked the air out of your lungs.

Maybe you would regret it later but there was no space in your mind to think about the consequences of your current actions right now. Everything you though or felt in this moment, was him.

Charles laid down and pulled you with him so that you were now laying on top of his upper body. You moved one of your legs over his waist so that you were straddling him. Your lips stayed connected the entire time.

The confidence came back to you as you pulled away from his lips only to press a soft kiss to his jaw, then just below his ear and a few on his neck. This wasn’t new for you but it still gave you reassurance when you heard Charles letting out a shaky breath and a quiet moan.

Charles moved his hands down your back to your hips, squeezing the skin there lightly.

“Are you okay with taking off your sweatpants, let me see you?”, he muttered when you continued to litter his neck with soft kisses.

You nodded and felt his hands make their way past the hem of your pants. You lifted your hips slightly to help him get them over your ass and down to your knees. You sat up to pull them off completely, causing you to sit on top of him in nothing but your black underwear.

The movement caused you to grind a little on his crotch, which you didn’t even take notice of until you heard him curse some word in French under his breath and felt him tighten his grip on your hips again.

“Oh, sor-“, you were about to apologise but Charles cut you off by shaking his head at you. “Don’t, it feels good but I really need you to do something about it”, he said with a smirk on his face. He tried to make you more comfortable and confident.

Charles moved his hands up your back a little to pull you down to his level again. “O-okay”, you just replied hesitantly. Charles noticed, looked at you and brought his right hand up to caress your cheek. “We can stop here if you don’t want to, continue some other time or we just forget about it but-“, you cut him off.

“No”, you said and shook your head. Smiling at him before you leaned down to his lips again. It was rough, both of you moving your lips against each other messily.

“Can I suck you off?”, you asked him between kisses, the sheer innocence in your voice making him crazy. “Shit”, he muttered under his breath, “yes, okay, yes.”

You grinned and gave his lips a quick peck before you lifted your head away from his and dragged your lips down his chest. “But, you have to guide me, I- I’ve never-“

“I got you, mon amour.”

You felt a jolt of heat rush down your body at his words. You knew Charles was sweet, he was a good guy but somehow you always thought that when it came to sex, he was more rough and rushed. But you appreciated him reassuring you.

You got off him for a moment so that he could take off his sweatpants as well. What you weren’t expecting though was that he also took off his boxers in one go, freeing his cock from its restraints. It was already semi-hard.

He was big. Were your first thoughts. Sure, you only had your ex for reference but you were pretty sure he was above average.

You looked at him briefly and he was still smiling reassuringly at you. “Start with stroking it a few times, okay?”, he said.

You nodded and did as he said. Sitting across his legs this time you bent down a little, licked your hand and loosely wrapped it around the base of his cock. You observed his reaction; another breathy moan at the contact. You moved your hand up and down once, twice, and with the third time you swiped your thumb over his tip, eliciting another shaky breath from him.

“Good?”, you just managed to ask and he nodded, “Yeah, use your mouth now, okay baby?”

You tried to ignore the nickname, amour or chérie were a regular by now but this was new. In this context, however, it really turned you on.

You hummed in agreement and slowly moved your head down to his cock, darting your tongue out to lick along the shaft.

“Keep going, use your tongue like that, yeah”, he mumbled. You did as he told you, licking up his entire length a few times before you swiped your tongue along his tip, giving it a few kitten licks.

Your shifted your gaze to look back up to him, your eyes connecting. Charles swore he could have died then and there. For a brief moment the thought of how they were supposed to go back to friends after this crossed his mind. He was unsure if he would be able to do that.

The sight of you like this in front of him sure burned itself into his mind for the rest of his being.

“Feels so good”, he moaned. When he felt your lips wrap around his tip it hit him unprepared, causing him to thrust his hips upwards a little into your mouth.

It caught you by surprise, your eyes widening for a moment. “Shit, sorry”, he started to apologise but you just continued to suck his tip a little.

“You are evil, Y/l/n”, he whispered with a smirk and you smiled back at him, as best as you could with his dick between your lips.

“Can you move down further?”, he almost pleaded. You wrapped your lips back around him and moved them down inch by inch. It wasn’t even half way in but you felt as if you’d start to gag around him if you’d go any deeper.

“So good, use your hand for the rest, if you can”, he said and moved one of his hands to your hair, gathering the strands that fell in front of your face and pushed them behind your ears.

You brought one of your hands around the base of his cock again while simultaneously continuing to take as much of his length as you could, trying to build a rhythm with your movements.

Charles leaned his head back against the headboard, the feeling of both your lips and your hand on his cock almost too much to take.

Sure, he had done this plenty of times before but for some reason this was a lot different, and much more intimate.

You didn’t stop your movements until you felt him twitch inside your mouth, causing you to look up at him through your lashes again.

“Merde, I’m close”, he muttered.

“Cum in my mouth, okay?”, you asked with a hoarse voice, pulling him out of your mouth for a moment.

Charles looked at you for confirmation. “Really?” Instead of giving him an answer you just wrapped your lips around him, sucked harshly once and then went down to take him until he almost hit the back of your throat.

Charles let out a groan and moved his hand to the back of your head, pulling on your hair slightly. This caused you to moan around him, the vibrations of it giving Charles the rest it took for him to release himself into your mouth.

You swallowed all of it without really thinking about it. You licked up his length another time before pulling off him.

Charles tried to control his breathing and when he looked at you again he smiled. “I don’t believe you when you say you never did that before”, he said with a cocky smirk back on his lips.

You let out a chuckle, not sure what to answer. It was true though, this was your first time doing that.

“Well, like I said, my ex wasn’t really experimental in bed…”, you said and looked down again. Charles sat up slightly and lifted to lay on his chest again.

“Well”, he begun as he smirked at you, “he sure missed out on something.”

You couldn’t help but smirk and shake his head at him. “You’re a menace, Leclerc.”

Charles hummed and placed one hand back on your cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin there for a moment.

“I’m sure you won’t say that again after I returned the favor to you.” There was a questioning tone to his statement and you just lifted your head from his chest and raised an eyebrow.

“I guess we will have to see about that after…”

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Part 2 is up!

As always, feedback and reblogs are dearly appreciated <3

[just-some-random-blogger]

alright! could you do sn ewan mitchell x reader fic/crackfic where there's already an established relationship between the two with reader also being an actress and they're just in bliss with eachother. reader likes to be a bit funny behind the scenes with Ewan and all that! maybe moments of them just living life together too, please?

Barbie

Ewan Mitchell x Reader

Summary: "Shhh, I'm living my barbie-ken fantasies, lovie," I say as I stroke his luxurious blonde mane. Ewan grunts.

Word Count: <500

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: tbh its like... not specified what reader does, other than the fact on this particular day, babes did a food run for the cast. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT NONNIE! Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @risefallrise @antisociablewallflower @lxdyred

I walk in on set with a bag of take-away in both hands and Ewan's hoodie draped over my shoulder.

At the moment, Ewan was filming a scene with Olivia, and so Tom, who was wearing a protective cover for his wig, was the one that spotted and greeted me, helping me set out the food that I brought.

"Wow," Fabien whispers excitedly as he spots me and walks over to the table, "you truly are a darling, my love," he says, pulling me in for a side hug, rather awkwardly making me crash into his armor.

I smile at him and exaggeratedly scoff, "don't I know it."

Tom, Fabien, and I then take the food out of the bags and set it up for everyone.

Tom bites into his burger and Fabien scoops into his sundae. The former huffs, "it's always a good day when you're on set."

I chuckle and curtsy, "why, thank you, my king."

Tom nods and raises a hand at me, waving the way royals do.

"CUT!"

I turn over and find Olivia, Ewan, and the director speaking to each other. The next moment, the direct calls for a lunch break and the Targaryens are walking over.

Ewan smiles when wave at him.

"Hello, love," he says as he approaches, giving me a quick peck on the lips. I rub his shoulder as I take his jacket and hand it to him, "you left this in the car."

Ewan takes his hoodie as Olivia greets me and takes her share of the food. Ewan takes his hoodie, "I thought I misplaced it here."

"Well, clearly not."

Ewan then takes his share of food and sits down at the floor in corner of the cramp room. He beckons me over, just as a stylist comes in and asks to secure Ewan's wig.

I turn to her as Ewan walks over, chewing some fries. I watch as she puts clips on the side of Ewan's head. I then ask, "would it be super bad of me if I brush my fingers through his hair?"

The stylist turns to me and chuckles, "hmm, I think it'll be fine as long as you don't rip at it."

I grin as Ewan mutters, "oh, gosh, now you've done it."

I break into a giggle as the stylist looks between us in slight confusion.

"When I tell you how eager this hair enthusiast has been to play with this hair," Ewan mutters in faux annoyance.

"Shhh, I'm living my barbie-ken fantasies, lovie," I say as I stroke his luxurious blonde mane.

Ewan grunts.

The stylist and the others laugh.

"To be fair, darling," Olivia offers from the side, "it is the type of wig calling out to be finger combed."

"See," I turn to her, "you get it." Olivia nods enthusiastically.

Ewan thanks the stylist as she walks off.

"Just-" Ewan turns to me, "-don't get overexcited."

"Me?" I make a face at him, "never."

[cantwritethetword]

Biceps? Really?

Fic Descript: Superman finds out Batman has a very odd ticklish spot, and of course has to tease Bruce half to death over it.

~A/N  - HELLO ONCE AGAIN

Look at me being somewhat consistent with uploads SDJFHKALSDFJHKH amazing what meds can do

I've had these requests in my inbox for aaaaaages (im so sorry) and I feel like I can finally write something for them.

Prompts were:

Please excuse the typos and the "it's ok that this will be s(H)ort" cause that was back when I was like super burnt out AND unmedicated lmao so I was like OH JUST A LIL FIC YOU CAN DO IT but this will be a proper one lmao

Also lmao forgive me for the super boring title I couldn't think of another one.

EDIT: ALSO AGSKAGSKAGD ILL HAVE IT BE KNOWN I USE DARK MODE ON MOBILE THIS WAS ON MY LAPTOP AND IDK HOW TO GET TUMBLR TO BE DARK MODE ON LAPTOP HENCE THE WHITE SCREENSHOTS THANK YOU THAT IS ALL

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @constanteyeburn

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"I still..." Bruce huffed as he lay on the floor, glaring at his partner. "Don't get... why you're still so surprised... every time we do this."

Clark, the absolute puppy dog, was still beaming after launching yet another random tickle attack on Bruce. Since first discovering the Batman's hilarious (and quite frankly adorable) little weakness, it was like crack for Clark. Any time he had the opportunity, he launched himself at Bruce and just started squeezing. And, because Bruce was just that damn ticklish, the poor superhero couldn't last ten seconds before crumbling into a flood of chuckles.

"I don't know." Clark grinned. "You don't seem like the ticklish type, is all. Never have."

Bruce rolled his eyes, before starting to stand up. "I am not the ticklish type."

"Uh, oh yes you are!" Clark laughed, reaching to grab Bruce's arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

Normally, Bruce's response to this would be a swift bat (hehe) at Clark's hand to push it away from him as he stood, and an even swifter escape before Clark decided to go for round 2 (it had happened before, and Bruce swore he would've passed out if Clark hadn't taken pity on him).

But this time, whatever way Clark grabbed Bruce's arm, sent electric shivers coursing down Bruce's side. Bruce let out a yelp, and half-collapsed onto one knee.

Clark gasped, his face like a kid on Christmas morning. "No way."

"Clark." Bruce's eye's widened as he pieced together what had just happened. "That wasn't-"

"Wasn't what?" Clark interjected, pulling Bruce closer to him using the aforementioned grabbed bicep.

The tugging motion pressed Clark's fingers right into Bruce's muscle again, forcing a symphony of strange noises, squeaks, and choked laughs out of the absolutely screwed superhero. As Bruce fell, Clark expertly manoeuvered him onto his back (for the second time that day) so that Clark could kneel on his forearms.

"What the hell Kent?" Bruce grunted, pulling his tough-guy facade over his currently anxious and flustered self. "Let me go."

Clark chuckled. "Oh no, we're investigating this."

Bruce cursed under his breath. He remembered Clark's methodical tickle monster days all too well. When Superman himself had him pinned to the floor with no hope of escape, and took his sweet ass time tracing and prodding with various numbers of fingers on any tickle spot that came to mind.

This time would be no different. Clark began with his thumbs, massaging small circles into the very center of Bruce's muscle.

And holy fuck did it tickle.

Bruce's entire torso tried to lift itself off the floor for a moment, his eyes wide in shock at just how bad it was, before his body slammed back onto the floor and flailed. His legs kicked a ticklish drum beat as the highest pitched giggle either man had ever heard escaped his lips.

"Wow you're ticklish here!" Clark laughed over the noise. "I can't believe this is even possible!"

"SHUTUP!" Bruce shouted between bouts of hysterics, twisting his hips from side to side to alleviate the torturous sensations.

"Seriously though," Clark continued as if nothing was even happening. "Ticklish biceps? You've got to be kidding me."

"CLARK!"

Superman nodded to himself, resting his hands on his thighs. "You're right, you're right, it's time to move on to something else."

Bruce gulped in mouthfuls of air before registering what Clark was implying. "No-... wait-..."

Ten feather-light fingernails touched down right above Bruce's armpit and paused for a moment, soaking in the anticipation. Clark didn't have a chance to start moving before Bruce broke into deep streams of laughter.

"Really, Batman?" Clark taunted. "Breaking that easily?"

"Fuhuhuck ohoff."

Superman rolled his eyes, before trailing down Bruce's biceps from elbow to underarm. That singular smooth movement upped Bruce's laughter by a few pitches, a good sign for what was to come.

Clark lifted his hands and reset them back to their starting position on Bruce's arm, before letting his fingers begin their descent once more.

Except this time, each finger took its turn to softly trace up a few inches before lifting and straightening again while his wrist moved further to Bruce's elbow. Like two gliding spiders, Clark's hands pulled downright squeals from Bruce.

"NOHO!" The Batman pleaded. "I CAHAN'T- CAHAN'T TAKE IHIT!"

Smirking, Clark tutted. "Oh come on, you're usually so tough!"

But, now that he thought about it, Bruce was rather red by this point (and not just from sheer embarrassment). And while it certainly was fun tormenting the usually far too stoic superhero, the fun could wait for another day.

Clark wasn't forgetting about this any time soon.

[ariminiria]

Funnily enough, a lot of the episodes that are "hits" for me come from season 2, maybe it has something to do with the hair 😂

My "favorite episodes list" is so long, I won't subject everyone to that right now lmao, but I can say I will fight the hardest for the following episodes in the bracket:

1x07 - Mac really gets to show off here. Like he loses backup in every single way and my man still escapes from prison.

1x08 - He also gets to show off here, in several ways, my favorite being where he escapes from a completely empty room. But also the dynamic of Mac being in danger yet being self-sacrificing!

1x18 - Mac's hands are very distracting in this episode, that's it. That's the reason.

2x11 - I did a propaganda post on its bracket earlier but we get Broody Mac, Mac being underestimated by the cops, then a fantastic moment when he gets to take the mask off and show off a little. Mostly Lucas Till's acting here.

2x12 - Honestly it was so rude of them to smash out these bangers back-to-back. Mac and Jack origins, need I say more?

2x20 - I adore this episode mainly for the Sassy Lost Child and specifically Mac and Jack's interactions with said kid.

3x13 - Mac as the damsel is very fun, and the brief little wilderness training we got to see was nice, with him being teacher for Riley and Bozer.

Let’s admit that the MacGyver bracket is gonna be an insane battle between our fav episodes of season 1 and 2 and a couple eps from S3. If S4 or S5 makes it in, I will lmao 🤣

This has been so much fun today! It feels like the most active the fandom has been in a while. I'm really hoping that more folks start engaging in some friendly debate and playful propaganda. I want to see episode analyses, photos, gifs, favorite quotes, reasons favorite episodes are favorites! It'll help ease the sting from watching favorite episodes go head to head, knowing only one can come out victorious. Some of the match ups have already been brutal!

(If S4-5 make it past the first few rounds then the polls got leaked to twitter or there's a poll bot or something, right? But it is really going to come down to seeding. We'll just have to keep our fingers crossed that seasons 1-2 don't take each other out too soon)

Just for fun, and just for myself, I've got few predictions of what episodes I think are probably going to come out on top. There are a few fandom favorites and I'm pretty sure we know what they are. Like it's practically a rite of passage to write a 2x04 missing scene or epilogue and I live for those. But that said, a few months back, I had a poll on Favorite Mac Hair and was surprised by the results. I thought everyone loved the longer, fluffier hair of seasons 1 or 3 but season 2 was the clear winner so maybe I just know what I like.

What is your favorite episode? I love learning these things. And what's your favorite not-famous episode? (how is not-famous defined? I don't know. However you choose!) And what makes it stand out as a favorite?

Honestly, I kind of want to turn your ask into an ask for anyone who wants to chime in. Favorite episodes and why, go!

[justanamesstuff]

Tell Me When You're Ready - Matty Healy x f!reader

Based on 'When You're Ready' by Shawn Mendes

A/N: HELLO, THIS IS PURE PAIN IM SORRY! It's my first angsty fic so please tell me what you think :)) I'd say happy reading but...

Warning: ANGST, unrequited feelings, crying, fainting, slight mention of death. maybe typos, i checked but who know

Word count: 3.2 K

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Mhm, mhm

Maybe I had too many drinks

But that's just what I needed

I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited

When I look across the room, and you're staring right back at me

Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

The corner of the room was the only place secured enough to be at the moment. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, or her mind couldn’t stop thinking about them, about him. Her head clouded by his presence like never before. Missed him didn’t even scratch the surface of what she felt during those months. Hell, during those years he had been touring the world. Without her. 

A big gulp of the drink she nursed for the last few minutes, one of the countless glasses she held during the night. The self-pity bubbling on the back of her stomach. ‘He doesn’t care about you, he’s busy…with her’, she thought. 

Loving without reciprocation. What a cliché she was. If he knew, he would probably laugh about it. 

The glass empty, presented in front of her body, took the attention of her mind. A short break from a panoramic view of the party around the couple. It was like a film when the camera focus only on the protagonists and the rest of the room disappears. ‘Cliché again’, she mumbled. The awareness of being drunk didn’t stop her wants to keep going, to keep drinking until she blacked out. Cliché? Maybe a little emo from her. 

She forced her eyes up again. Something inside her wanted to watch the pair, to feel the pang on her heart knowing the girl standing beside him deserved his love. Well, a lie. She wasn’t his lover, but he loved her. She was part of his closest circle, although he had never thought about kissing her. Her want felt like a sin. Like a betrayal to their friendship. 

In a sudden movement, his eyes fell on her standing across the room, long meters away. She swore under her breath, watching his smile growing wider when the information reached his brain. He whispered on the woman’s ear. What does one feel when he does that? A tingling? A shivering around your limbs? She would kill to know. Yes, he had kissed her cheek. She stood a bit taller thinking about it, even when her feet were threatening to fail her. She knew the feeling of his lips on her cheeks, the texture of his hands holding her face closer to then left a sweet kiss on her forehead. But No, it wasn’t enough, she wanted the rest. All of it. All of him.

When Matty was in the middle of his path towards the other side of the room, she focused on the floor. The design on the marvel spiralling. She titled her head, looking at it. Her eyes refused to focus. She got so distracted by it, to the point of forgetting him walking closer to find her. 

“Hey, there you’re!” he was happy. Not drunk happy, just happy. Her heart fluttered, hearing his pitched voice closer. 

“Hi.”  she straightened her head up and back, meeting his eyes. 

“How long have you been hiding here?” 

“Not- Not hiding.” she hiccuped, Matty laughed. The sweet sound surrounding her like a warm hug during a cold night. 

Matty grabbed her by her arms, “Wow.” she didn’t recall moving. “I’d say hours and a good amount of alcohol.” he chuckled, although she couldn’t laugh. 

She felt the urge to leave, be far from him like never before.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, concerned. 

‘Sweetheart’. She wanted to slap him. He had his ‘sweetheart’ at the other side of the room, being perfect. If the woman was drunk, no one really noticed, no one could tell. On the other hand, she was a mess. Even with her mind gone, she could acknowledge it.

“Huh.” 

“Are you alright?”

“Perfect.” Fat lie.

“You don’t look…perfect.” she knew what he was trying to say, but her mind when to dark places first. 

She detached her arms from his calloused hands. “I’m alright, Matty.” the words harsher than intended. “How are you? Congratulations.”

Matty hesitated to answer, “I’m okay.” the answer unsure, his eyes following every one of her movements.

She felt her tongue moving, trying desperately, muttering words without sounds when the room started to move abruptly. Her body leaned forward closer to Matty’s. It was as if in any giving moment, her soul wanted to follow his. 

She heard Matty called her name before everything went black. 

Don't know why I tried

'Cause ain't nobody like you

Familiar disappointment every single time I do

Every single night my arms are not around you

My mind's still wrapped around you

The front of Matty’s door slammed, making him jump on his spot on the living’s room couch, thinking it was Denise ready to kick his ass for smoking inside or just smoking. His heart calmed down when his friend’s form appeared in front of his eyes. 

“Shit, dude! For a second, I th-” but his words died in his throat. Her face pale, wet and clearly upset, threw a dagger directly to his chest. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes everywhere except looking at his. She tried to dry the tears streaming down, but they kept coming down like a waterfall. Her name on his lips, pleading for her to let him in. 

“He doesn’t love me.” Matty’s friend didn’t have to say the name, he knew. Oh man, he hated the twat more than doing what his mother told him. She deserved so much better.

“Sweetheart.” the half smoked cig left on the ashtray, walking as fast as possible closer to her shrunken body. “Come here.” his closed accent comforting her more than she ever imagined. She let her hands grab his clothes hiding Matty’s back, hanging from there as if her life depended on that. He was there, pushed against her front. They fit, they were perfect…at least for her. 

Matty held his friend. One hand on the back of her head, scratching her soft hair; and his other, palming softly, rhythmically her back. “I’m here, I’m here.” he was, and it was everything she needed. 

Baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

“Do you ever think about marriage?” she blurbed out without thinking. 

Matty laughed out loud at her question. The rest of the guys left hours before, she was crushing at his for the night, so they chose to spend a few more hours drinking and sharing a joint. The boy took the burning stick from her hands, trying to figure out if she was being serious. She was.

“What do you mean?”

Her eyes fell on his face behind the cloud of smoke he exuded. “Do think you would marry…in the future?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause the band is my priority.”

“Yes, I know but-”

“I’m not thinking that far ahead.”

“Right.”

“I’d make you my best man, though.” Matty tried to joke, not being able to notice or sense her heart swell with the idea.

“I think smoking weed is making you blind.” she said, dry. “I’m a girl.”

“Yeah, I noticed…” Matty let his eyes wandered around her body lying down beside his. She should’ve felt heat under his gaze, but her skin was frozen. He was glancing at her like a piece of meat. She didn’t want that, she wanted more.

“Shut up.”

His eyes snapped back to life after a moment of being lost. He caught her eyes saying, “You’re my girl, you’re my man. You’re my everything. I love the guys but this…” his hand flying around their bodies. “This is different. I’m not sure if I can live without you.” she agreed in the same and such a different way.

“I’m not going anywhere…you are, rock star.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re coming with us. With me.” Matty let his hand extend to take hers, pushing it over his clothed heart. 

What if my dad is right

When he says that you're the one

No, I can't even argue

I won't even fight him on it

Call you when it's late

And I know that you're in bed

'Cause I'm three hours back

Seems like you're always six ahead

“Sweets.” his deep voice from across the room. 

“Yes, pops?” she walked closer, kneeling in front of his rocking chair. His face pale, losing all the colours life painted on his skin during the years. She wanted to cry, she didn’t let herself. 

His wrinkled hand finding the apple of her right cheek. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothin’ is, old man.”

“Your eyes are sad.” the affirmation took her aback hard. “What’s wrong?”

“I promise nothing is.” she took his hand between her owns. “I’m fine, you’re fine. We’re fine.” she laughed at her words nervously. 

“Where is the Elvis fan?”

She tried to keep her smile on her face when she asked, “Matty?”

“That one.” 

“He’s in Asia. Y’know, shows, tour, and everything a rock star does.” she said, standing up feeling his eyes on her face trying to read her. He was the only one with x-ray eyes. 

“He’s a good kid.” 

Matty would be stoked hearing her grandfather’s words. They were each other's fans. 

“Do you think he’s the one, sweets?” 

Her eyes shoot directly to his. The blue colour in them disappeared a little day by day, doctors said he was loosing his sight. Hard to believe when it was stronger than ever staring into her soul.

“What are you talkin’ about?” 

“He’s the one, isn’t he?”

“It’s- No, it’s- It’s not like that between us, okay?” she walked from side to side, trying to avoid the topic. The older man was wiser. 

“You want that. You love him.”

She chose to ignore him, giving him a simple explanation about starting lunch. The lingering sound of his knowing laugh following her around. 

*** 

Reading when your mind is full of feelings and worries is a difficult task to complete. She closed the book on her lap with a big huff. Her grandad was taking a nap, reason why she had enough time to let her thoughts invade her head. 

Her phone looking back at her a few meters away. She looked at it, resting her head on her palm. Her body pulled up from the porch’s stairs, walking anxiously around. ‘The old man is crazy’, she reasoned. ‘The sickness reached his brain’. 

Quickly as she stood up, the woman went to grab the device, tapping away until she was calling him. ‘He’ll see I’m not…Matty’s my friend.’, the repeated thought until Matty picked up with a sleepy voice.

“Missin’ me, sweetheart?” he said, making her heart explode. Shit.

“Not much as you.”

“How did you know?” Matty loved to teased her. Not expecting a real answer, he continued talking, “How’s he?” 

“Fuckin’ mental.” she pressed her foot hard into the grass like an angry kid. 

Don't know why I tried

'Cause ain't nobody like you

Familiar disappointment every single time I do

Every single night my arms are not around you

My mind's still wrapped around you

His concrete bunker hugging her. The house was quiet since she was the only one taking care of the place while he was away. She missed him, living inside his house for a few days wasn’t enough. 

Matty: Just landed. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart x 

She groaned at the screen. 

Baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

“I asked her.”

He said just after she plopped down beside him on his fancy couch. 

“Ask who what?” she took a few chips from the pot. 

“I asked her…” he stressed the word more than she expected. “To marry me.”

Her heart skipped a few beets, her eyes wide. The chips got stucked on her throat, so she started coughing. Her body and soul drowning. 

Once she calmed down, after drinking half of her pint of beer, she exclaimed, “You did what?”

Matty laughed at her, thinking she was only surprised. He was surprised even. 

“I asked her to marry me. I'm finally going to make you my best man.” 

His words crushing her heart like it was nothing. 

“I- I- I don’t know what to say.” she looked at his eyes. He was happy and she wanted to die.

“Congratulations maybe?”

“Did she say yes?”

Matty scoffed, “Of course she said yes! It’s me!”

“Of course she said yes…” she repeated like a crazy woman. 

“Oh, c’mon! Be happy for me!” he urged her.

“I…” what could she do in a moment like that? Just lie. “I’m happy, Matty!” 

“Hug me!” 

“Is she really sure to marry a needy boy like you?” the only way out was a joke. 

“You think you’re so witty and funny.” Matty’s voice dripping sarcasm. “Close your mouth and hug me.”

And she did.

“I can’t believe it.” she whispered into his shoulder. The mix of cigarettes and his cologne taking over her senses. 

“Hey,” he moved back. “This…” Matty flew his hand between them. “This is not going away because I’m marrying her, okay?”

‘I’m sure everything is going to change’, she thought.

“I know, Matty.”

He brought her back into his chest, where she just wanted to stay forever. 

And if I have to, I'll wait forever (yeah)

Say the word and I'll change my plans

Yeah, you know that we fit together

I know your heart like the back of my hand

“Here you are.” she exclaimed after turning around the last corner of the fancy hotel. 

Matty didn’t move a muscle, smoking his cigarette, being unaware of his family and friends looking for the groom. 

“Here I am.” he hit a small stone with his shoe. 

She let all the anger left her body when she noticed his struggle. 

“Everything alright?” her voice cut the short silence that fell between them. 

“Yes. No. I don’t even know, sweetheart.” 

Her body moving closer, she couldn’t help it. “Matt-” 

“What if this is a mistake?”

“Matty.”

“What if marrying her tomorrow…it’s the biggest mistake of my life, and y’know I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I can’t-” she watched him brush his hair back anxiously.

“Matthew.”

“Is this a mistake?” he looked at her. 

She had the answer ready at the tip of her tongue, she wanted to beg for him not to say ‘I do’. Selfishness wasn’t part of her list of characteristics. 

“Matty.” his hands were cold, the night air brought goosebumps to her skin. “Look at me.” she stood in front of him. “This is not a mistake. You love her, and she- she loves you.” the singer smile for the first time. “Even if this is a mistake, only time will tell. Do you want to marry her?” she dared to ask.

“Yes.” he muttered.

“Then that’s all that matters, Matty.”

“What would I do without you?” the lights outside reflecting on his beautiful eyes. They showed so much care for her. It warmed and crushed her beating heart.

“Survive. Now you’ll have a wife for all this.”

“No. This-” Matty went to move his hand, but she stopped him.

“Stop with that.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you’re…it’s not real, Matty.” her eyes look softly into his. 

He wanted to ask her, to protest even, although someone ran closer to them.

“Fuck me!” George swore behind them. “He’s here!” he shouted back to someone. 

So baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

“Matthew, do you take…” the old man between the couple started to say. “To be your lawfully wedded wife? Do promise to love and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” he said, the whole church erupted into applauses as if they were one of the band’s crowd at a show. 

She didn’t feel like it was real. It was done. He was officially married to someone else, and she was going to witness his love from the side. Realization hit her.

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

Baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin', oh

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

She opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling above her. The light was too bright, and her mouth felt like she swallowed a big chunk of ashes. 

Someone said her name, the sound silenced by her disoriented mind. Her head turned slowly, looking at Matty sitting on the floor. 

Her name on his lips once more. His lips moving, although the sound didn’t reach her ears. He pushed her hair to the side, furrowing his eyes…worried. 

“I’m fine.” she said. “What happened?” she tried to blink away the sickness taking over her body.

“You fainted, sweetheart.” 

Her eyes closed tight, cringing visibly, “Fuck.” 

“You almost gave me a heart attack, too.”

“Drama queen.”

“You fainted at my wedding, sweets.”

The nickname functioning as a calling for her eyes to return to Matty’s. He called her so many times ‘sweetheart’ she was used to it. On the other hand, no one except pops called her ‘sweets’. Her hearth swelling painfully, she lost every important man of her life. 

“Hey, hey…” Matty noticed the change on her factions. “It’s fine. We only care about you, nothing else.”

‘We, as him and her’, she reminded herself.

“I’m fine.” she tried to push her body up but the room was moving quicker, she had to lay down once more. Her eyes shielded from the outside world by her arm.

“No so fast.” Matty helped her. 

She supposed they were somewhere around the hotel. The party, his party. The weeding, Matty’s wedding at the other side of the closed door. 

“You should go, Matty.” he started protesting, even though she shushed him. “I’ll be fine. I promise I won’t move from here. I’ll call you if I need you, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” she was far from that. She wanted to keep him inside the room with her. “I’ll live. This is just another drunk story. Don’t worry.” the lies dropping faster than she could stop her mouth.

“I’ll come to check on you.”

“Fine.” she agreed, not really believing his words.

“See you in a bit, sweetheart.”

“Mhm.”

A tear rolled from her eyes after the door closed. She focused on it travelling down the side of her head, trying not to think or feel any more.

I'm waitin', I'm waitin' 

*********

[cerealmonster15]

Heyyyyy *tucks hair behind ear* can we get more Third Year poly? 😃

HELL YEAH LET'S GO sorry in advance if me saving an ask as a draft causes any tumblr glitches or if i missed any autocorrect/typos bc i did some of this on my phone late at night 🕺 also this is mostly just going to be me Blabbing Forever til i get tired or hit some sort of limit so WOOHOO THIRD YEAR DIVORCE POLYCULE TIME!!!

a readmore because there is a Lot of Text and Screenshots and Doodles so. it is a long post. SORRY.

i have so many twst thoughts just floating in my brain at all times so i didnt know where to start, but i did peek on your blog and see trey clover postings + trey/malleus which gives me the starting point of FIRELIT SKY OVER SANDS EVENT MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a big W for trey/cater/malleus community [and also jamil had fun interactions with them but SORRY JAMIL THIS IS ABOUT THE THIRD YEARS RIGHT NOW!!!!]. i love that event So Much. that's the main place i can recall trey and malleus interacting and also they both had so many good moments w/cay... i love that cater calls them all -kun in the japanese dialogue, even malleus who so many people are scared of. hes like teehee no you still get hit with friendly cute honorific beam <3 i think malleus' main entryways to whatever the hell the third years have going on is via treycay for marriage but also, of course, his insane divorce beams with leona. and then when he heals vil in book 6 there's no escaping the polycule. best of both worlds welcome to the family LOL

anyway it's so fucking funny that cater and trey are like the normal class citizens having shock after shock of their lives in this event, being exposed to kalim's way of life and then whatever the hell comes out of malleus' mouth jfklsjdfls. anyway the scene where they get dressed in that event is everything to me like i thought about this dialogue for So Long

like hello. Flirting. malleus telling cater he looked Bright Like Fireworks changed me as a person like i literally NEVER got over that line. And then caters like EXCUSE ME OTHER HUSBAND QUIT BEING A WALLFLOWER!!!! silly. Also

This is soooo cute caters like “hehehehe I danced with Trey in the fancy ballroom” and grim is like “wow you bitches are having too much fun 😒” ??? Like a hater I guess LOL. But Trey gets so shocked and embarrassed about it going NO I DIDNT DANCE CATER JUST PULLED ME AROUND!!! like bro it’s grim 😭just admit you love your boyfriend it's FINE!! it’s so silly lol.

but also i was so mad at them in that one scene where cater was like "omg it's the fruit that makes you friends forever if you take a pic let's take a pic!" AND THEY ALL SAID NO. WHAT THE HELL. BETRAYAL AND AGONY cater got stuck with the "dont take a picture of me i dont like having my picture taken" squad 😒 jade wouldve done it. if he were here. sorry this aint about him either FSDLKFJSKLG trey clover you have let cay take pics w/you on several occasions why'd you have to shut down his fruit. ill kill u. sjkflJKFLDJSKLF JK JK aside from that. very cute stuff.

Spices !!! lol i love that cater apparently just keeps pointing them out to trey like umm teehee doesnt that one sound sooo tasty and fun to cook with <3??? and treys like ok yes i will cook for you forever. because i love cooking and i love you. jkfdlsjfklsdj and then malleus is so funny to me hes like wow clover sure knows a lot about spices. i dont know anything about spices 😔 WHYS HE LOOK SO CRESTFALLEN ABOUT IT?? idk why that's so funny to me but it IS Lol. it's ok malleus just. marry into the polycule and trey can do all the spice IDing for you idk 👍 malleus draconia looming in the shadows of clover bakery watching his beloved normie husband bake. Hell yeah brother.

cater teaching malleus to take pics and using his hip cool teen slang that confuses him is soooo cute ough i love them. like i started shipping them i think specifically from the PE story where cay wanted a pic of malleus and malleus was TEASING HIM by running around and being all evasive, so i love that it comes back around here with more photography bonding lol. and then cater 👀 talking about malleus' music and commenting on the more melancholic vibes... this line marinates in my mind for now, i actually forgot about that one. i am 🔍 thinking a little more about how cater sometimes gets those implications and scenes where he himself is a little more on the melancholic and loner side of things, and i do think that's another point as to why i like to put him with characters like malleus and idia [also leona??] lol because i think it could be interesting to put cay in his somewhat less performative state [not to say his ENTIRE character is an act, there are layers here, but omg if i start going into my cater diamond thoughts again we'll be here forever so i will not get into that rn LOL]

anyway i would like to see cater and malleus play music together. i think there's a line somewhere - i wanna say cater's pop/light music club card had a homescreen line? where he says something about how he wanted to try a ballad out but lilia and kalim were a lil too wild hyped up or maybe that the three of them could never settle on one genre lol i forget exactly. but i think malleus with his knowledge of Stringed Instruments In General [he has a guest room line where he's just like. yeah if you have any stringed instruments i can play those. he doesnt specify which ones so i guess he just knows All Of Them. Okay.] + cater on HIS stringed instrument, the guitar... they'd be a cute little music duo. i reckon the style of music mal plays isnt what cay's used to but i think he could be into it once he's used to it. he's making that expression in the second part there ^ that doesnt look particularly off put or really anything extreme, but like hes just Thinking about it. pondering if you will. me when i over analyze one little dialogue and facial expression flkjfklsjfKLJFDSKLJF. They’re even matching their closed eyes thinking pose….

you will find my thoughts about 3rd years and also twst in general skew HEAVILY towards heartslabyul centric thoughts because. i spend the most amount of time thinking about them and who they interact with LOL like omg i know malleus and leona fight a lot but i actually genuinely struggle to remember specific instances of it besides that one laundry saga with like the ceremony robes mix up thing JFSKLFJKSDL but i sure can talk for many paragraphs about like, one off dialogues they have with cater diamond specifically.

Trey feels like a trophy husband LOL I mean not really but also kind of. Mostly bc I remember one of his cards has a home screen line where he’s like “yeah I’m the vice housewarden but it’s really decoration bc riddle does all the work himself” <- Trey when he downplays his own contributions. but also when you look at all the other third years they’re all SO MUCH and treys kinda just chillin. He keeps everyone fed while they do their antics 🫡 i also love that Trey is more or less the one with the least hostile bonds of the third years shfjcngng everyone’s fighting for their lives but Trey clover is cool. I mean Idia did list him and rook in his top 10 scary vice dorm leaders or whatever the fuck it was he said in one of the beans events LOL but ASIDE FROM THAT. god i love Idia he is so strange.

Anyway Trey and cay are soul mates bonded for life in my eyes so they are a package deal integrated into the divorce vortex of third years djffngbgbght like Trey is besties with cater and they were roomies for two years. He’s science besties with rook and they keep buddying up during events together. Vil praised him in vils lab coat story and even was convinced by Trey to take a break and have the cake he brought over lol, and I think??? That’s also where he was like “hmm I’d like to have you as pomefiores pastry guy 🧡” or whatever??? and he was like Ha Ha No Thanks I Dont Want To Do Calorie Calculations fkljdsfklsd. silly. Malleus seems impressed with treys dedication to his craft or at least bc he knows what spices are lol. i feel like theres a gap in my mind when i try to remember malleus and trey talking outside of the sands event.... also the coconut thing was funny in that event where malleus just busted one open with his bare hands and trey was like WHAT THE FUCK!!! i dont remember anyone else's reactions but i am p sure trey at least was. shaken to his core with how wild that was LOL. anyway. I think Idia finds Trey scary bc he finds everyone scary but also sees trey as the normie type guy who is good at socializing and seems unassuming on the surface but is concealing HIDDEN POWER??? I can’t remember if that’s something he actually said or if that’s my headcanon lol. Leona and Trey interact quite a bit in playful land event but I still don’t wanna say too much in case that’s spoilers for eng only people!! But Leona always has that smug smirking TENSION VIBES when he talks to his fellow third years like that bastard is trying to speedrun the marriage and divorce at the same time. He has Trey and cater in his sights actually I doodled that once I gotta find it

it was on a post about second years so i cropped it but i also left some of them in bc i think my joke was like teehee third year divorce polycule that riddle thinks is strange despite also kind of being in a divorce polycule himself with like. the fish and jamil at the very least KLFDJSKLFJKGLH but we cant get into the second years right now this aint about them WE DONT HAVE TIME!!! actually lemme see what other images i can post before i hit a limit just by skimming thru my drawing tag

heres rookvil ft leona re: rook and vil's bond when rook was still a savanaclaw and then transferred to pomefiore,,, i want to know what it was like in savanaclaw with both leona and ROOK lkfjdslf

this was something i drew after book 7 part 111 or something, i was watching the youtube fan translation so i guess it is maybe not out in engtwst yet but no context dont worry about it. dont. dont worry about it. idia and malleus.

cater rook smoochie doodle :]

classes 2c and 3b my beloveds... i am also realizing as i skim thru my drawing tag that i draw. a lot of Second Years skfjsdljgh

CAYTOBER JUMPSCARE!!!! every year in october i do a cater doodle every day because I Love Him and hes fun to draw. this one included lurking malleus, for some reason. i like when he looms behind people but hes kinda just. gripping cater by the shoulders here KLFDSJFKLG?? whatever it's fine

ALSO TREYS BIRTHDAY IS DURING CAYTOBER SO HE GETS TO HAVE DAY 25!!!! we are once again in the cater skewed territory lol

LITERALLY why do cater and vil feel like such a RAREPAIR!!!! there's a line in jpntwst in vil's R card standard uniform story with him and cater, and in the original cater's like "woahhh your eyelashes are sooo longggg [gets in his space] haha for a moment i thought about dating you~!" and vil's response is more or less "ok well you should know that dating me would be very EXPENSIVE." and caters like aw bummer hehe <3 or something like that. something along those lines. engtwst changed it to cater saying something more like "ohhh woah your eyelashes are so long for a sec i thought i was dreaming~" and vil says "well you should be glad there's not a price for dreaming about me" or whatever. honestly still a little gay but def NUKED >:[

but also while i have you here i have to talk about the cater milf enjoyer line that they ALSO nuked EVEN MORE than the dating vil line that NO ONE TALKS ABOUT i swear to god let my guy be bisexual. it's not related to the third year polycule thing but i just want to talk about it. anyway in i think either cater or trey's ceremony robes story[i mix them up bc theyre both in each other's 🧡 but i think it was probs cater's?], when cater and trey are watching the sorting ceremony and doing their game together about guessing which dorm each student will be in [btw so cute theyre playing a game together lol i love u treycay my BELOVEDS] anyway they see epel go up, and debate on if he will be in heartslabyul or not. i believe in the original theyre talking about how epel's pretty and cater's like "ooooh i bet he has older sisters~! or if he doesnt have sisters, he at least has a mom~ HEHE JKJK" like. hello. FJKSDJFLDSJGKLFJ i think treys just like 😑 about it LOL god. but then in engtwst they CHANGED IT!!!! to cater commenting that epel "looks like he does his dishes" and trey was like "you just want him in heartslabyul so he will do your dishes 😑" which is so. like. huh>????? that boy looks like he cleans up after himself and does his dishes. GIRL HELLO why does that. wh. that's such a drastically different line from before lol. like at least with the vil one it was still honestly a similar ballpark, cuz cay seemed like he was going "wow youre soooo gorgeous i thought i was dreaming~" which still feels flirty even tho they took out the DATING line, like im still mad about it but it couldve been worse i guess. wow vil you look like you do your dishes KLFJDSKLFJLK

anyway. cater and vil are so interesting to me. like a lot of times vil is rolling his eyes and calling cater out for his superficial tendencies because yeah, to be fair, cater DOES Have a habit of sweet talking to try and get something out of it - like magicam clout. HOWEVER ill defend to my death that theyre not ONLY interacting like that and they do sometimes get along jfklsdjfl specifically in the halloween events, like the first two halloweens and then also theyre both in the puppet playful land event, which is i guess not halloween in universe BUT it's twst's halloween event lol, and they DO get along and work well together in those!!! i think vil likes cater fine and doesnt mind him, but he will just call him out like he would anyone else if theyre doing something he doesnt agree with / hes like [sonic voice] IVE FOUND YOU FAKER!!! but when cater's not being suspicious hes not got reason to be aggro.

ace jumpscare!!! this was directly from a guest room fight i had between trey and cater and then ace was also there just chillin while his dorm parents tried to kill each other :3

but it's ok i also drew them smooching jsdklfjsdlgjh this all also tells me i need to draw some non cater third year ships!!!! well i will still draw cater. but i will also draw Other Ones because I LIKE THOSE TOO i just jkfjslejfk

ok this post is getting too long so i am going to cut myself off now but FIRST!!! i feel like my stoopid caterella multiverse ideas probably also applies because there are a lot of third year branches involved in that one LOL . and ummm some fics ive written for third years hmm what do i have...

this one is cater/idia and it's one of my more recent fics and tbh one of my current favorite ones ive written so far lol.

some short leona/cater sorry these ARE all going to be cater related jkljfdkslfj when it comes to fics the main things i write are something cater or something jamiazu KJSDFKLS

this one technically isnt ships but i think i reference a few, it's cater and leona hanging out and then also trey and vil are there lol

trey/cater fic about them getting together when they go to rook/vil's wedding

and then this is the only cater/malleus i've written somehow despite having drawn them a lot over the years and them being one of my early twst ships... i think about them a lot why havent i written more for them...

i also have never written cater/vil which is a crime. i tend to pair treycay with rookvil and i just hfsdhgskljel the four of them. lock them in a room together study them under a microscope forever. theyre the most married section of the overall polycule in my mind lol the least likely to fight but they will probably still bully each other for funsies sometimes because they ARE still nrc students <3

ok ok ok i am dragging myself away from the keyboard. cerealmonster talk about something that is less heartslabyul centric challenge level IMPOSSIBLE!!! sorry i like all of them but i just have heavy bias towards my fave dorm forever LOL JKSLFJSDL

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I recently read Interview with the Vampire which is such a good ride and since I was already very much expose myself to many spoilers, I knew the trial would happen and all that. But since English was not my first language and though I like the poetic words, I can't seem to understand what exactly they are talking about sometimes 😂. I'm busy often and can't seem to get the time to actually search up things about it so I wanna know more about why exactly would Armand has the need to kill Claudia, I know about how he wanted Louis for himself but I think he's aware that Claudia was everything to Louis so killing her doesn't seem to be the best idea if he truly love and want Louis to be with him. And the second one being why is Lestat so indifferent to Claudia's possible death at the trial, I've seen his quote about Claudia and discussions about how great he love her even after all the killing attempt and that he never blamed her for anything (didn't read the Vampire Lestat yet by the way), so to say the least I was quite shock at how he allowed Claudia to be held by the coven and why is he only advocating for Louis survival, is his love too much greater for him? And can't seem to understand that why would he think Louis would be willing to go back with him without Claudia. I think there are other scenes related to these in the other books but I forgot about it, I hope to find out about it when I get to read more but I'm really curious and can't help myself back. I hope my question makes sense and I wouldn't mind any spoilers, I really wanna know more about it.

Hello! Wow, that's a lot of ask. I'm glad to take a stab at answering tho 😎

But since English was not my first language and though I like the poetic words, I can't seem to understand what exactly they are talking about sometimes 😂

Understandable, I'm always impressed with ppl reading these books and finding the stories and characters captivating even without being able to fully understand the words, that speaks to how well they're written that they transcend complete understanding! It can be poetic at times. The books are translated into a number of other languages, you might want to find it in yours, that might help, even though there are necessarily differences in the translations from the original. She also throws in some French from time to time so be aware of that 😉

I think there are other scenes related to these in the other books but I forgot about it, I hope to find out about it when I get to read more but I'm really curious and can't help myself back.

Yes, there are a few more mentions of it, but mostly just Lestat's perspective from TVL, and there's one scene in The Vampire Armand where he says he did surgery for Claudia after the trial but before she died (we're not sure that actually happened, or he was inventing something to intimidate David at the time!)... ANYWAY other ppl can reblog and comment on this to add more specifics! I'm trying to keep this concise and not spend hours on this answer, which I could do! 😅

why exactly would Armand has the need to kill Claudia, I know about how he wanted Louis for himself but I think he's aware that Claudia was everything to Louis so killing her doesn't seem to be the best idea if he truly love and want Louis to be with him.... And can't seem to understand that why would he think Louis would be willing to go back with him without Claudia.

Yes, Armand was aware that Claudia was everything to Louis! Briefly, Armand wouldn't share Louis with Claudia, as she told Louis that Armand spoke to her with the mind gift that Louis couldn't hear (Forgive the typos here, this is a bad PDF copy of IWTV 😅):

Armand also admitted to Louis that he pushed him into turning Madeleine to replace Louis as Claudia's companion, but Louis still doesn't give Claudia up even after doing that. That's a bigger discussion, whether Armand couldn't wait any longer for that to happen, or he lost control of the Theatre vampires, or Lestat re-entering the story changed Armand's mind about how to separate Louis from Claudia.

Regardless, Armand physically protects Louis from Santiago and warns him a few times that the Theatre vampires might harm Claudia if she doesn't leave soon, and it's unclear whether Armand is ordering them to behave that way to get rid of Claudia, or if Armand would be equally happy with Claudia just leaving Louis, rather than being killed by the Theatre vampires. That's also a bigger discussion for sure, and I could argue both sides.

And the second one being why is Lestat so indifferent to Claudia's possible death at the trial, I've seen his quote about Claudia and discussions about how great he love her even after all the killing attempt and that he never blamed her for anything (didn't read the Vampire Lestat yet by the way), so to say the least I was quite shock at how he allowed Claudia to be held by the coven and why is he only advocating for Louis survival, is his love too much greater for him?

I don't think Lestat is indifferent to Claudia's possible death, but he's wounded and starving, which definitely could have weakened him emotionally, too. In TVL, we get Lestat's point of view just before the trial: he came to Paris to beg Armand for the healing blood to speed up the wounds he suffered (from Claudia and Louis attempting to kill him) and Armand throws him in a cell and feeds him a dead victim, with cold blood (which doesn't hurt vampires, it's just distasteful and not as nearly as nutritious as living victim blood). While begging, Lestat admits to Armand that it was Claudia who damaged him so badly, probably thinking there's no way Armand could have her in his possession! Welp, he's wrong.

Even without that TVL context, I think Lestat was in a position where he knew he was physically weakened and outnumbered, he couldn't take on and fight the whole pack of healthy Theatre vampires AND Armand, so he was trying to use his words to save who he could. That meant choosing Louis OR Claudia 😭 The Theatre vampires were clearly going to kill one of them, if not both. So the best Lestat could do was argue that it was Claudia's fault primarily and try to rescue Louis.

Now why advocate for Louis' survival, is Lestat's love too much greater for Louis over Claudia? I think one's love for their lover is different than for their child, not greater or lesser, a different kind of love. One could say that he could see more of a future with Louis than with Claudia, after all, his relationship with Louis was probably more salvageable than his relationship with Claudia, bc ultimately, she tried to kill him! Her feelings were probably the same, or worse, knowing he had survived. She didn't speak to Lestat during the trial. Louis was advocating to Lestat during the trial, still hopeful Lestat could save them both.

Either way I don't think Lestat chose Louis over Claudia for revenge, because YES, you're correct, Lestat says in Tale of the Body Thief (or TVL, I don't have it with me to check) that he didn't blame Claudia for trying to kill him, and that he might have done the same in her position 😭.

[^X by miss-jose] I have a few more fanart pieces featuring this scene in #the yellow dress tag, if anyone has more, let me know!

I assume that Lestat felt awful after Claudia was killed by the Theatre vampires... he still speaks of her with love in the later books. The very next night, Louis finds Lestat clutching her blood-stained yellow dress, and could some of those blood stains be Lestat's tears, since he's sobbing? I think so! Here's the quote (my emphasis added):

“‘This is madness!… ’ I said, my hands rising suddenly to my temples. 'Where is she! Where is she!’ I looked about me, at their still, passive faces, those inscrutable smiles.'Lestat’ I turned him now, grabbing at the black wool of his lapels: "And then I saw the thing in his hands. I knew what it was. And in an instant I’d ripped it from him and was staring at it, at the fragile silken thing that it was - Claudia’s yellow dress. His hand rose to his lips, his face turned away. And the soft, subdued sobs broke from him as he sat back while I stared at him, while I stared at the dress. My fingers moved slowly over the tears in it, the stains of blood, my hands closing, trembling as I crushed it against my chest. - IWTV

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 21 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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The armored man sighed and then turned to me.

“Do you want to join too?

Might be good to have someone big on the team”

It was nice that he had said someONE and not someTHING i gave him that, but for now I went over to Neas’ group before bending down so that Robin could climb off of me.

I would not drag the little ginger with me, and I better tell him to stay away too.

So i turned to the little rusthead, and Arthur too who was standing next to him.

“I think it might be better if you stay away a bit, we have no idea what’s on the other side of the wall and I don’t want you to get hurt.

So please backtrack a bit? Just so I don’t have to worry and can focus on this okay?”

He nodded and Arthur put an arm around his shoulder like an older brother, squishing the smaller into his side.

“I’m going with him, in case there’s some other threat, also having someone to talk to might be nice”

I nodded thankfully at him and he dragged Robin away after the little redhead gave me a big hug.

Oakley also joined my group, still holding that weird magic item.

The item itself was spinning way faster around itself than in the castle.

So maybe that’s how you were supposed to tell if magic was near?

No matter, now we had to face whatever was causing this, and we didn’t even know what it was.

It could be a person or an animal, it could also be a cursed item or something unknown from deep underground that crawled out of the mines.

I really hoped it was not the last option.

No matter what it ended up being, I made myself ready to toss whatever it was into a wall like I had done to the manticore that attacked Arthur so long ago.

Huh, that really was almost a month ago now.

We stood ready behind the wall and Nea gave the sign to go around it.

I stayed back a little, if it was just an item I didn’t want to step on it, if it was an inexperienced magic user I didn’t want to scare them.

On the other side of the wall was neither, The only thing I saw was a person in a bright blue robe with his hood up that was holding a staff that looked like it was made from some twisted root with an ice blue gem at the top.

The Gem looked like the wood had grown around it and was emitting a weird light that almost seemed flaky in nature.

What the hell was going on here?

Before I could dwell on it I heard Norrin call out to the hooded man.

“Stop right where you are! You are under arrest!”

The figure turned to face his group and put down the hood of his robe, revealing a man that had a pale blue beard that matched his hair.

That was not a normal hair color and his skin was weirdly pale too, almost sickly and gray.

He also had no eyes, just a black void where they were supposed to be.

What the hell?

He opened his Mouth to speak and I could see two fangs sticking out, like a venomous snake.

“Ahh humans, pathetic creatures finally figured out who was causing the snow i see.

But you’re too late! I will not call off the spell, the payment I will get from killing the royal bloodline in this land is greater than anything you pathetic creatures could offer me!”

Wow what an asshole, and he said he was paid to do this? Who was cruel enough to do that? And why?

Suddenly Oakley was on my side, the one hidden from that man-thing.

“Vampire ice mage, stay away from it i’ll try to come up with a solution on what to do”

And as quickly as he had appeared he was gone again, ducked behind a wall and out of sight.

I really hoped he could figure something out, also i had always thought Vampires weren’t real so what was one doing here?

Apparently causing a fucking ice age, i was tempted to step up and smash this fucker into a wall but Oakley had said to stay away.

And at this point Norrin had demanded to know who sent the vampire.

“Who sent you to do this? Are you aware of all the innocent you are endangering? What do they even offer?

Besides, you succeeded already! The old king is dead! Pneumonia from the cold took his life a few days ago!”

The ice mage didn’t seem convinced by this and instead sent a blast of ice towards Norrins group.

They all managed to dodge it but I realized why exactly Oakley had told me to stay away, not from the vampire but the staff.

That thing could turn me into an ice cube in seconds.

The vampire aimed his staff again, and blasted a hole through the wall.

I was now very glad I had told Robin and Arthur to go hide a bit further away.

But now the guy was starting to just blast randomly at everything that moved and everyone had to dodge the chaotic array of ice blasts and who knew what else that staff did.

“The King? Dead? HAH!

If he was dead then the public would have been informed already!

The royals always do that! So the people in their domain know they have to grieve!

I do not believe you! Get out of hiding and fight like a man!”

A Rock hit the side of his face coming from behind one of the walls.

There was also a loud shout of someone familiar.

“I’M NOT A MAN YA WRETCHED SONOVABITCH!”

Nea had to dodge the resulting blast from the staff for this one, and only barely missed it.

Then there was a second blast, and another, Nea must have pissed him off big time.

She managed to dodge it each time until her coat snagged on a branch.

For a few seconds I feared I would see her die as the vampire sent of another blast.

Only for it to be deflected by the shiny inner side of a thrown helmet So that it only grazed her foot.

Just being grazed was apparently already enough to do a big amount of damage as she howled in pain and clutched her foot with a pained hiss.

The vampire held up its staff triumphantly.

“This is the best you have? A woman that throws rocks? I had really believed the royal guard to be better than this!”

From the sidelines Nea hissed at him.

“We are just humans! We don’t have this fancy bullshit ya do! If ya want a fair fight, set that staff aside and we duke it out with our fists!”

God Nea, please stop making this worse!

She couldn’t really think that would work did she?

Besides, her foot was injured, she couldn’t win like that.

“Duke it out? HAH! While you might believe that it would be an equal fight, I have to disagree! You humans might think that you are so high and mighty that you don’t even realize how weak you actually are!

You and your kin might think that you are the greatest but I beg to differ-!”

Before he could finish his rant metal spikes jutted out from his chest, effectively silencing him and he stared at it in shock, the staff dropping from his hands and clattering to the floor.

Ducking out from under the wall I saw Oakley standing behind the mage, one foot held against his back and I realized that he had impaled the Vampire using some sort of weird gauntlet that made the claws on his birdlike feet longer.

The puncture wounds almost formed a perfect circle even, and I noticed that while the Vampire grasped for breath he wasn’t actually bleeding.

Could Vampires bleed? I didn’t even know they actually existed before today, also it sure looked painful.

Oakley himself leaned forward to be next to the guy’s ear, baring his teeth, not in a smile but to show off his fangs in a snarl.

And then he quietly hissed at the mage in a tone colder than the entire environment.

“Then Beg”

Oakley yanked and the sharp spikes vanished from the chest of the Vampire as it fell limply to the ground with a dull thud.

I could also see Oakley holding something pale that had a purplish red liquid on it.

He had ripped the Vampires spine out, or at least part of it and was still holding it in his weird claw knife contraption.

At this point I was glad I didn’t need to eat as I was sure I would have vomited otherwise.

He then picked up the magical staff that had fallen to the floor and examined it before tapping it twice on the ground gem first.

It had already gotten noticeably warmer since the ice mage died but whatever Oakley was doing with it now accelerated it and I could see the snow melting around me.

Oakley was ignored for the moment as everyone came out from cover and made sure that the entire division survived and nobody aside from Nea got hit with an ice blast.

I could see some Guards immediately rushing to get to Nea who insisted she was fine.

She was not fine, her foot looked like it had been dipped in a swamp and left to rot, I hoped that was fixable.

I turned away from the woman that already had way too many people looking after her to find Rikaad.

I hadn’t seen him since the mage had randomly shot ice blasts around so I was very worried.

It took me a few seconds to spot the armorless man standing on a small rock and I immediately went over to him, momentarily forgetting that I didn’t have hands at the moment and was way too big as I tried to go in for a hug.

I remembered a few seconds later that I wasn’t bipedal right now but I couldn’t stop, the muddy ground made me slide the rest of the way and I ended up softly headbutting the poor human.

He took it in stride, I gave him that, by patting my ear and smiling softly.

He didn’t even lose balance on his little boulder.

“I’m also glad that you are alright, god knows Robin would never have stopped crying”

I just huffed, Rikaad was alright that was all that mattered right now.

Even if his jokes were awful, his sense of humor was very, Well, not there really.

As for everyone else, well except Nea, nobody got injured as far as i knew.

Rikaad tapped at my leg and pointed over to Oakley who was sitting on a broken wall, still messing with the magic staff.

“What do you think he’s doing? I do not want him to somehow blow himself up with it”

A valid concern when looking at how Oakley handled the thing, he was even twirling it in his fingers like parade staff.

Yeah that didn’t look safe at all, we better interrupt that.

“Maybe we should just ask? He can’t continue to mishandle the thing if he’s talking to someone right?”

Rikaad nodded and went over to the winged madman and I slowly followed him over the muddy ground.

About not even halfway to Oakley we were joined by Norrin who immediately started fretting over Rikaad.

He sometimes acted as if the black haired human wasn’t perfectly capable of handling himself.

“Sire? Are you alright? When we lost sight of you I got immensely worried! Do you need any help? Medical supplies? A-”

His worried rambling was cut off by Rikaad himself.

“I am fine, thank you for asking, but i would like to speak to Oakley now, i have some questions for him”

“Ah, of course sir”

Norrin stepped out of the way as fast as he could without tripping.

I didn’t know what to think of the man.

On one hand he was the royal headguard, not a title that was easily achievable, on the other hand he acted like a worried uncle that had lost the kid they were supposed to babysit.

He was well meaning enough, even if he had a stick up his ass, though he was probably just following some protocol.

The worry in his voice was very real though, and I could tell he tried his best.

Turning to look at Oakley I saw that he was still manhandling the staff by testing out how much the wood could bend.

That mad fucker!

“Oakley! What the fuck? Stop!

That thing is gonna explode or something!”

He turned to face us after I spoke.

“Hmm? No this isn’t gonna explode don’t worry!

It’s more likely to implode really”

As if that was any better at all, and what the fuck did implode even mean?

“But really, I know what I’m doing! Don’t worry!

I’m just inspecting how well made the staff is, Besides, as long as nothing happens to the gem it will be fine!”

As if to prove his words he twirled the staff around with his two pronged tail and then held the end with the gem over a little puddle of melted snow, freezing it instantly.

“I might not have an affinity for ice magic but I know how to use a magic staff, if anything I should be worried about anyone else getting their hands on this! Who knows what would happen!

If the gem explodes then you have an even worse problem than before!”

Even worse? Oh man, this cold had already been near unbearable, I didn’t dare imagine what could be even worse.

Rikaad stared at the staff intently for a few seconds before speaking.

“If it is that dangerous, where do you suggest it should be kept?

I do not want some thief to send us into an eternal winter”

Oakley cocked his head in that eerie birdlike manner.

“I think i’ll just hide it with my other stuff, nobody ever found that, nobody can unless they are me as there are various magic wards in place that only allow me passage”

Of course he would have something like that, why the hell not, but if it really was that good of a hiding place then why was the bracelet stolen?

Or the trinket wasn’t in that stash in the first place seeing as Oakley thought anyone using it would just die.

Well the thief did die, a few hundred miles away from his shack and I ended up finding it.

What a weird world we were living in.

Rikaad just nodded to Oakleys words, and the winged man was right, if it was kept in the castle someone WOULD steal it, That was only a matter of time.

“If you are sure you can keep it safe then go ahead, but please stop manhandling it in front of everyone, they are nervous enough as it is after all of this”

Oakley nodded and stopped messing with the staff, switching to hold it securely in his tail instead.

He hopped down from the broken wall he had sat on and landed on one leg.

Looking down as to why he did that and making sure he wasn’t injured I could see he was still wearing the knife glove thing.

He was also still holding the vampire’s spine and it took everything in me not to dry heave at the sight.

Instead my pouch started itching again now that the adrenaline from the fight had subsided and I decided to simply look away from him.

Instead I found myself looking at the rest of the Vampire’s corpse.

I turned my head around so fast that I could have sworn I heard my neck make a cracking noise.

The sight of the lifeless pale body lying face down on the ground with a horrible hole torn into the back that leaked the purplish red liquid would haunt me in my nightmares I was sure.

It really did look like Oakley had shredded everything around the pieces of bone he had ripped out, and I quickly excused myself to dry heave behind a wall where no one could see.

Yeah, I was really glad I didn’t eat, anymore at least, but the dry heaving upset my pouch and it hurt an awful lot.

I hoped I hadn’t ripped any stitches as repairing that would be impossible, especially with all the people that were in and around the castle.

I sat down where I was, leaving the guards and everyone else to sort themselves out, I would just patiently wait until moving wasn’t irritating my pouch so much.

Despite living on the streets i had only ever seen a total of two corpses, My own Mother after she passed from disease, And the man that got thrown into the crab tank,

who then was fished out again days later as a skeleton with only some pieces of cloth and meat on it.

But none of them had looked as horrible as the dead Vampire, Oakley was thorough in killing the thing I gave him that.

But i still wished i hadn’t seen that, that would haunt me for sure.

At the sound of footsteps from behind me I turned to look at who was approaching me.

I had expected Rikaad or maybe even that Arthur and Robin had come looking for all of us, but I had not expected that it was Norrin.

The royal head guard had some mud on his armor and his hair had come loose from the bun he’d made, but he looked concerned at me, not caring about being caked in dirt from dodging the ice blasts.

“Are you alright? I saw you vanish behind a wall pretty quickly after you spoke with the winged man”

How was I supposed to answer that? After seeing a torn apart corpse of something that should not exist, at least anymore, I was definitely not okay.

I suppressed another wave of nausea at the memory.

“I’m- Oakley- he just, fuck, i never want to see a spine outside of a body ever again”

“First time seeing a dead body?”

I shook my head at his question.

“Technically third, but this is definitely the worst”

He walked over to me and stared me right in the face, his light indigo blue eyes a bit too close.

“I’m not going to tell you that seeing dead bodies gets any better, you just get more desensitized and numb to such stuff.

I’ll be honest, if someone wasn’t having a bad reaction to seeing that up close I’d be more worried than if the person was just sneaking off to throw up behind a wall.

I wasn’t sure what to think about you when I first saw you standing behind the new king, but now i think you are even more human than some of the other people i met, even if you are big, green and furry.

Though why the fuck are you green? you’re not a plant, … right?”

I had to laugh a bit at the last part, technically no, i was not a plant but i could draw energy from sunlight like one, and it was nice hearing him tell me that while he had no idea what to think of me at first wasn’t opposed to try and help me when he saw that i wasn’t so well.

“No i’m not a plant, but i can use sunlight as energy like one”

He looked surprised for a second and then smiled.

“Well that is going to save you a lot of money i guess, Do you feel a bit better now? I think we should all head back.

No doubt there’s going to be some celebration about the weird magic winter ending and i’d like to wash the mud off first”

He scratched a bit of the dried mud off that caked one of his arm plates and shook the resulting dust off.

I had to sneeze as some of it got into my nose.

“ACHOO”

Norrin had ducked down and covered his ears at the noise but stood back up again after he was sure I wouldn’t sneeze a second time.

“Hell, i think my eardrums popped”

I used a paw to rub at my twitching nose that still tingled a bit.

The sneeze had made my organs squish into each other and now my pouch was aching a bit.

I must have pulled some of the stitches a bit somehow, whatever, that would subside with time.

“Sorry, but i think i’m alright now, let’s go back im sick of this mud”

I stood back up and followed Norrin back to the group.

When not in the presence of Rikaad he was a pretty alright guy, Seemed that he only acted like he had a stick up his ass when a higher ranking person was around.

In the background I could see Nea loudly complaining and demanding someone give her the helmet back.

Norrin saw it also and looked at me.

“Never cross her the wrong way, she can and will end you, I just wish she wasn’t the most difficult person in the division”

The last part did sound like he had dealt with a lot already regarding her, and after what happened today and the courage she’s shown I did not doubt that she was very capable of fighting.

Or just running blindly into danger, after the drake story, who i still wasn’t sure if i believed it, that might just be what she always does.

Norrin went over to her regardless and picked the now deformed helmet from the ground where it had landed after it deflected the ice.

As soon as the armor piece was handed to her she hit him with it loudly stating that she did not need to be carried back along with a string of curses i had never heard before and was not going to repeat.

“I don’t need ta be carried like some dumb Damsel in distress! Just gimme something I can use as a crutch! I’ll be fine! Stop fussing over me ya wanker!”

She was not fine, her foot still looked like her shoe had rotted onto it and I doubted she’d make it far even with crutches.

I had to admit that I was impressed though, not by her hitting Norrin with the helmet but for the fact that she didn’t shed a single tear.

I was pretty sure if that had happened to me I would be screaming and crying in panic, which probably would just make it worse.

Nea however was just hitting people with her deformed helmet and hissing at them that she didn’t need to be carried back and plainly refused help all together.

Suddenly Rikaad was back at my side, he was a very silent walker and I hadn’t noticed him till now, and I barely kept myself from flinching.

“Are you okay? You left pretty quickly back there, what happened?”

Right, he was focused on Oakley and probably hadn’t paid the corpse any attention.

“I saw the dead ice mage vampire up close, let me tell you i’m glad that i don’t eat anymore, but dry heaving is just as bad to be honest”

“The corpse? Ah yes i avoided looking at it and focused on Oakelys face instead, but i think he took the part he ripped out with him”

Great, what would anyone need that for? A trophy maybe? Or even more magic fuckery.

I absentmindedly scratched over my pouch using my claws, Rikaad of course immediately noticed.

“How is… well your body attempted to vomit so not great i imagine”

His voice was tinted with guilt, and I could see one of his eyebrows twitch.

I knew he was talking about my pouch, he probably just didn’t say it out loud because there were other people present that could overhear.

Even if all the focus was on Nea right now who currently threatened to break someone’s knees.

PREVIOUS / NEXT / OVERSIGHT

[insertdisc5]

Devlog #9: Play and Testing

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, which is the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!).  You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!! 

Anyway, this month's devlog is gonna be about playtesting!

LET’S GET TO IT

Playtesting!!! Has finally started!!! 

So a few weeks ago, I gave a code to the game to a few dozen friends, and they’re all slowly playing through it and giving me their feedback. Finally, a small sample of people (that are not me or QA) get to play Da Game…

To elaborate a bit more on QA vs Playtesting (at least for this game??? I don’t know if that’s how it is for other games???), my publisher Armor Games has a QA team whose job it is to play through the game and check for bugs! As a QA team member from Armor Games puts it, QA is about

1. Making sure the main path functions correctly (aka no soft/hard locks, no blockers, etc),

2. Attempting to check every interaction in every possible situation, and,

3. Confirming previously known issues that are stated as fixed are actually fixed, and that no new issues resulted from the fix!

What I’ve been doing for the past few months is wait patiently for the team to tell me “Adrienne, this thing happened and we’re not sure if it’s intended or a bug” and I go “it’s a bug” and I fix it and then the game is better. Know that their work is irreplaceable and SORELY needed. Thank you QA team, and thank you to QA teams everywhere.

Playtesting is (again, for this game) me giving the beta to some trusted friends and telling them “what do you think? Is it good? Do you GET IT? Also you’re a Normal Gamer ™ and play like a Normal Gamer ™ and not like me (the dev, I made the game, I know the game so I won’t do anything “”weird””) or the QA team (who are trying to break the game so it can be fixed, so they play in very specific ways) so your experience is valuable please tell me everything you’re thinking plz”.

Having some people playtesting the game is very, very fun. I told them right away “If i had my way i would want to stand behind you really close and look into your brain to hear every single thought you have, but once every so often is fine <3” so I’ve gotten a lot of very excited livetweeting my way, which is. The Best Thing Ever. For me, the most important part of playtesting was figuring out if the story was good! Beyond “does the story make sense?”, I asked a few times “so, what are your theories Right Now”, to see if my crumbs of foreshadowing were leading them where I wanted to, or if it led them in completely the wrong direction (which is also fun teehee). Also yes I did get a lot of screaming already. Love it when my friends yell at me that the story made them feel something <3

Having Normal Gamers ™ play the game means I also got some valuable feedback on some other important stuff, like: Does the game feel good to play? Are the battles too easy, too hard? Is there anything I can do to make the game better? Do you get what’s going on, or are you completely lost as to what you should do next? Thanks to them, I figured out where the game needed more explanations or tutorials, so hopefully this should make for a smoother experience!

Having a bunch of different eyes on the game was also VERY useful for typos and various writing mistakes. Did you know “discretely” and “discreetly” are two different words??? I learned that this week!!! Wow!!! And also did you know that I am bad at remembering the difference between East and West? I messed it up three times in the script!!! Oops!!! I’m bad at directions!!!

Of course, with feedback comes not-positive feedback as well! I did get some feedback on a potentially upsetting scene- I didn’t warn for it enough, and a friend thought it was too sudden and shocking, and would’ve appreciated some warning. I left the scene in, but I made sure to warn for its contents before it happens, so players can avoid it entirely if they’d rather not see it! In Stars and Time deals with some heavy subjects, but I want to make sure players can skip some of it if they know it would upset them. As a note, we don’t have the content warnings written down yet, but we definitely will before the game comes out! They’ll be pretty similar to START AGAIN: a prologue’s.

Overall, I’m very glad I got over my apprehension and showed the game off a bit. I’m getting some extremely valuable feedback (negative AND positive!) that I wouldn’t have gotten elsewhere. Anyway, this just turned into a “hey if you’re making a game you should have people play it BEFORE it comes out. I know it’s scary. I know you’re afraid of showing people something you made. I know you’re afraid of The Feedback. But also it’s better to have The Feedback now from people you love and trust, rather than all at once from strangers. Please make people playtest your game” manifesto for small indie devs. This is also addressed to past me. I didn’t ask enough people to playtest my previous game before it came out and I missed some obvious bugs. PLEASE ASK YOUR FRIENDS TO PLAY YOUR GAME THEY’RE YOUR FRIENDS AND WANT TO PLAY YOUR FUN GAME

(In other non-playtesting news, I had an interview with Pocket Tactics if you wanna read it! It's good!!!)

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

[justmeinadaze]

Playing the Game Part 9 (Steve & Plus Size Reader)

A/N: My internet is so janky right now because of the weather. Please forgive any typos or anything like that.

Warnings: Daddy Steve and all that that implies ( I regret nothing!) Just a lot of fluff and making love <3

Word Count: 2667

When you came in for your shift that morning at the comic bookstore you were surprised to see Steve with Eddie at his D &D table. 

“Hey Princess.” 

“Hey Baby.”

They responded to your entry in unison which immediately made you suspicious. 

“Hello…”, you squint your eyes in their direction. “Eddie, what are you up to?”

“Why are you only calling me out?”

“Because I know the both of you and I know whatever’s going on it’s your doing.”

Steve chuckles as he stands up and places a quick peck on your lips. “I have to go to work but I’ll see you later, Munson. Love you, Y/N.”

Eddie laughs as you continue to glare at him suspiciously. “I swear on my life I’m not doing anything. Everything is all him.”

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Saturday night, you hear a knock on your door and jog over to open it. Your breath catches when you see Steve in your doorframe wearing a black form fitting suit that clung to his body perfectly.

“Hello, little one.”

“Hey, Daddy.” You giggle trying to regain your composure. “You got a hot date tonight?”

“I do but she’s not ready yet.” He smiles as his arms come out from behind his back to hand you a box with a bow on it. Steve grabs your hand twirling you around and playfully smacks your ass. “Go on. We have somewhere we need to be.”

You shake your head as you head to your bedroom with your gift. You gasp at the sight of the beautiful black dress inside. Holding it up in the light, you can’t help but smile. You quickly put it on after applying some small touches of makeup and fixing your hair. 

“Wow.” Steve grins as he extends his elbow for you to take. “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” You blush as you loop your arm into his. “This is so beautiful, Steve. Thank you.”

“To be fair, I can’t take all the credit. Robin came with me to the mall.”

The whole drive to your destination, you struggle to focus your eyes on anything other then him. 

“You look amazing.” He smiles over at you as he takes your hand in his. “May I ask where we are going?”

“You may not.”

“Steve!”, you giggle. “I’m not forgetting a special occasion or something am I?”

“No, baby girl. You aren’t.”, he chuckles. “I just wanted to do something special for you and show you how much you mean to me.”

“Aw, Daddy.” You lean over and kiss his cheek, quickly removing the imprint you left with your lipstick. 

When he pulls into a familiar parking lot, your narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Steve Harrington, this is The Hideout.”

“Mhmm.” He exists the car and quickly jogs over to your door, opening it for you. 

He takes your hand and heads with you into the building. Your mouth falls open when you notice the entire bar has been cleared except for one table set up in the middle of the room. Steve pulls out your chair before taking a seat himself. 

You hear someone clear their throat. Robin suddenly appears with menus in her hand. “Good evening Mr. Harrington and Miss Y/L/N.” Steve smiles over at you as he watches your face light up.  “Today, we are serving whatever this catering service provides because as I told Steve I can barely remember what I did yesterday let alone words on a menu to recite to you. Please take your time and the gentleman with be right out with your drinks.”

She leans in close to your ear. “You look really beautiful. I told him you’d like this.” Robin winks before she scurries off. You cover your mouth as you chuckle at the sight of Dustin coming out from behind the bar with a bottle of wine. 

“Sir? Ma’am?” He puts on this comical deep voice that makes you laugh harder. Steve watches with amused eyes as Dustin tries to figure out how to open the container. 

“Okay, Henderson. Before you take out someone’s eye.” He takes it from him and you jump as the cork pops. Dustin quickly removes it from his grasp and pours glasses for you both. 

“Thank you, Dustin.”

He beams over at you. “See? This is why we like her more.” 

“Go! By the way, that suit looks good.” Steve reaches over and adjusts the boy’s tie. 

Robin comes back and takes your orders, disappearing and reappearing with plates of food. You and Steve talked while you ate. No one had ever done anything like this for you before. It made you fall in love with him even more. 

“What are you thinking about?” He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his lap. 

“Just…how lucky I am and how I happy I am that I let you drive me home that night after the party.”

He nods as he smirks. “I’m glad you rattled my gage.” You both laugh. 

“You didn’t have to do all this, you know?”

“I know.”

“Harrington!” Eddie walks out on the stage behind Steve.

“Yes, Munson?”

“Are you ready? Hey Sweetheart.” He waves at you as you wave back. “You look really pretty.” You thank him as Steve rises from his chair.

“No, I’m not ready but…” He chuckles nervously as he pushes himself up on to the stage. 

Your eyes widen with an amused smile as Robin runs out from where she had been hiding. “Oh, I’m so excited to see this!” She grabs a chair and sits beside you. 

“Shut up, Robin.” Steve playfully glares at her as Eddie hands him a guitar. “Henderson left, right?” The microphone in front him feeds back as it’s turned on. 

“Yes! I did send the child home.”

“Okay, cool. I know she won’t make fun of me but I swear to God if either of you laugh…”

“You got this, dude.” Eddie comfortingly pats his shoulder as he jumps down from the stage and takes Steve’s empty seat. 

Steve exhales a nervous sigh before his fingers strum the guitar. He closes his eyes as he softly begins singing the song that was playing when you were at your parents’ house showing him your photo albums. This may not be his wheelhouse but he sounded so good. He didn’t open his eyes again until the tail end of the song and he locked on to your tearful ones. 

You, Robin, and Eddie clapped when he finished. He handed his friend the guitar and jumped down to envelop you in his arms. You tilted your head up to kiss his lips. 

“That was amazing. You sounded so good.”

“For real, Harrington. You want to join Corroded Coffin?”

“Oof, I don’t think I’m quite there yet but thanks for the offer.” 

Robin rubbed his arm. “That was nice, Steve. I liked it.”

“Thanks Robin. Thank you both for helping me get this together.”

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Steve carried you into his apartment and into his bedroom, placing you gently on his mattress. 

He grinned down at your smiling face. 

“I’m going to make love to you tonight.”

“Um… isn’t that we do every time we have sex?”

His palm grazes your cheek before sliding down the length of your curvy body. “We do. The majority of the time we do the rough or intense stuff which I fucking love to.” You giggle as his eyes roll back. “You know I love you. Tonight, I want to show you how much. I want to show you how much I worship you and your body.” Steve’s eyes were soft as he looked into your own. 

 “Okay.” You crane your neck to press your lips to his. “Do you still want to be Daddy?”

He smiles between your kisses. “I’m always Daddy.” Steve guides you with his hands until you’re standing up on the side of his bed, him sitting up in front of you with his long legs on either side. 

You lean down to kiss him, sliding his jacket off his shoulders and on to the floor. He begins unbuttoning his shirt as you playfully pull on his tie, making him chuckle before you remove it. 

“I’m going to be a typical guy for a second.”, he whispers as he looks you over, tugging his fingers lightly at the hem of your dress. “Do I… pull it down or up? There’s no zipper or anything.”

You laugh at his confusion as you pull your arms through the thin sleeves and wiggle the black garment down your frame. Steve’s eyes shimmer with adoration and lust as he watches your body move. His hands begin to roam. 

“Good. I didn’t want to ruin it. I definitely want you wear that again at some point.” His head leans forward, his lips trailing along your chest. You lean against him with the intention of getting on his lap but he pushes against you, keeping you standing. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not done admiring you yet.”

His hair tickles your stomach as reaches to pull your underwear down your legs. “Don’t move.” Steve leans back on his elbows as he looks over your body. “You really are beautiful, Y/N. You know that?” You nod your head as you smile down at him. He beckons you with his finger, giving you permission to climb on top of him.

You can’t help but be slightly thrown off when you straddle his waist but his strong hands try and push you up his chest. 

“Steve!”, you giggle as he grins. “What are you doing?”

“I want to taste you, baby girl. You know I’m obsessed with the way you taste.” His hands push you again, this time actually moving further up to his bare chest. This was new and the abnormal feeling of his broad, hairy upper body beneath you this way made you whimper. He smiled, quirking his eyebrow at the sound. 

“Daddy, I’ve never done this before. I don’t want to suffocate you something.” Your laugh subsides when you feel his soft hands glide up your thighs around to your back. 

“Baby, if this how I’m meant to die then I would leave this world a happy man.”

“Steve Harrington, you’re insane.” You run your fingers through his hair. 

“Trust me, Y/N. I got you.”

You sigh nervously, giving in as you push your body forward till you are hovering over his face. His warm breath against you drives you crazy but it’s nothing compared to when he licks a long stripe from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit. 

“Fuck…”

You feel Steve smile before his tongue continues its invasion. One of his hands continues to rest on your back as the other finds its way to your breast, gently messaging and tweaking your erect nipple. You place your palm over his hand as you feel your body take control, your hips steadily grind against his face. 

“That’s it, baby girl. Does it feel good?”

He doesn’t even wait for an answer as his mouth wraps around your nub, sucking and tugging as he moves his head quickly from side to side. 

“Mmm fuck, Daddy. Just like that. Don’t stop! Please, please, please.” Your voice cracks as you whine for him and he moans into you at the sound. As soon as Steve feels your body begin to tremble, he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you from running as you cum on his tongue. 

Just as he expected, you reach down trying to stop him from continuing his assault on your now sensitive clit but all you can do is tug at his hair which just makes him groan.

Steve reaches up, taking your wrists in his hand, and holding them behind your back. 

“Please, baby, I want to hear you cum like that again. Give me one more, just like this.”

You whimpered listening to him use the word “please”. Anytime, he begged you for something, it made your pussy drip which he eagerly lapped up into his awaiting mouth. His other hand reached up to rub fast circles into your clit as his tongue flicked in and out of your entrance. 

You tried to pull out of his hold behind you but he clung tighter as your back arched, pushing your cunt down against him. 

“Come on, sweet girl. I know you’re almost there. Cum again for me, please. Please I want to hear those beautiful sounds again.”

Your body started to fall backwards and he released his grip on your wrists to hold you up. Instead of trying to stop him, you placed both hands on either side of him behind you using them as leverage as you rolled your hips against his tongue. 

The coil that had been aggressively winding snapped as you moaned his title. Shakily, you slide down his body, hissing slightly at the feel of his cold belt buckle between your legs. 

“Oh. You okay?”

You nodded your head against his chest as you panted. “Yeah, I forgot…you still…had your…pants…on.”

Steve chuckles as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Trust me, I haven’t.”

You raise your head looking at his face before lifting your hips to glance between you two. His cock was pressing almost aggressively against his slacks, begging to be set free. 

“Oh no! Daddy, let me help.” You climb off him, hastily reaching to unbuckle his pants. Steve smiles as he grabs your hand. 

“Honey, stop. We’re about to remedy the situation. I promise.” He sits up straight, placing pecks on your cheek down to your neck as shoves his pants and boxers over his hips on to the floor.  “Tonight is about you.”

You tenderly lift his chin with your fingers to meet your eyes. “Steve, your pleasure and happiness makes me happy.”

He softly kisses your lips, pushing you back against his pillows as he places himself on top of you. Reaching down, he wraps your legs around his waist before grabbing his cock and guiding it into your entrance. Steve leans his forehead against your sweaty one as he slowly pumps into you. A breathy laugh escapes your lips when you feel his own mouth stretch into a small smile. 

“What are you thinking about, Daddy?”

He lifts his head, looking over your face fondly as his thumb caresses your cheek. 

“The first time you spoke to me at the party. I was wondering what this would feel like.” Steve’s pace started to pick up as he spoke. You tried to control your moans so you could listen to him. “Your legs were in those mesh fishnet things and all I kept thinking was ‘Fuck, I want them wrapped around my waist. I want to make this girl feel good.’”

His head fell into your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair. “You do, baby. You do make me feel good.”

Steve grunted into your ear at the feeling of your nails dragging down his back. “Mmm-I knew from the moment I saw you-fuck- that you deserved the world. I knew I’d do-mmm- whatever I could to give that to you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging him tighter to you as you listened to him whisper his admissions. 

“I love you, Steve.”

His rhythm slowed as he thrusted into you harder, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside of you. You let go of his neck as he lifted his head to watch your face. 

“I love you, Y/N. Cum for me. I’m gonna cum to.” You nod your head as his lips crash against yours, swallowing your moans as you came. Your pussy clenched around him as he lifted himself up onto his arms, slamming his hips sloppily against yours as he came with you.

He pulled himself out of you and fell to the mattress on his back. You flipped on your side, bringing yourself closer to him as you laid your head on chest. 

“Thank you for tonight. No one has ever done anything like this for me.”

Steve’s hand reaches up to rub your shoulder as his other rested on top of the one on his chest. “You’re welcome. I meant what I said. I remember seeing you comforting Robin when she was afraid to talk to that girl that night. I knew you were special. You’re so kind and generous with everyone but for some reason all these other assholes out there take advantage. You deserve good things to.”

You lean up to look at him and he meets your gaze with a big toothy smile. “You never stop surprising me, Steve Harrington.”

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@eddiethesexy @sammy-is-not-smiley @spungen-tirxie

@3rriberri @e0509

[xiaoluclair]

hello i will be exercising my human right to be an entitled brat and ask for a snippet of all the wips that havent been requested yet (particularly hanahahaHAA because is that a typo or is my deranged ass sniffing a hanahaki AU?) AND a snippet of any other wips that you hold close to your heart but didn't have the space to mention <3

[ kisses your bratty forehead tenderly ] has anyone ever told you your deranged ass is so wise??

“Can’t you just.” Max waves his hand like something obvious. “Tell them?” Which makes sense because it is obvious, and Charles tries not to feel insulted at just how obvious.

“No,” he says.

“Why not?”

“Because it is not.” He swallows around something and his fingers find the edge of his pants’ pocket where it crinkles lightly. “I cannot.”

Max squints. Then he rolls onto his feet and rummages through the mini fridge, pulling out a carton of grapefruit juice and grabbing two glasses. He starts pouring into one, the color a soft pillow pink, then pauses and turns around. “Is it me?”

Charles nearly chokes and his hand goes all the way into his pocket. “Mate,” he says, “no.”

---------------- and then, bc i will launch myself at any invitation, some random snippets from some random wips i'd absolutely love to finish at some point but doubt i will

: a road trip fic with a very recurring trope :

“Well?” says Charles, brushes past Max to go kick around the small corner cabinets for the eighteenth time in a last attempt at holding onto whatever fragile sanity is barely clinging on. 

“Nothing,” groans Max. A whoompf follows bare milliseconds later. 

Charles twists his neck. Gapes. “What do you think you are doing?” he exclaims.

“Shhhh,” waves Max lazily from all over the bed. “You’ll wake the neighbors.”

“Oh, I will wake the neighbors all I want.” Charles stalks over and slaps his hand out of the air. “Get off my bed, Verstappen.”

“It is our bed, actually,” replies Max with a raise of one singular eyebrow. 

Singular, like the mattress he is currently taking up with the entirety of his stupid frog-faced splodge of a body. Charles doesn’t even want to think about how vaguely soft the entire image looks because if he does, he will, quite frankly, go insane.

: a completely different road trip fic that's a little more m for mamma mia :

Max’s hands are tight on his flesh, everything hot and heavy and laved in an electrifying haze. Charles drags his wandering mouth back up, kisses hard and slow with a disgusting amount of tongue. 

They part slightly, saliva dripping in a thin string between lips. Max grimaces, a mirror, as it breaks cold onto Charles’s chin. “Fucking gross.” 

“You are telling me,” says Charles. It comes off on his fingers and he wipes it away on the edge of the bed, thin and slimy, and he feels his face do something weird. Max chuckles. A glare he only laughs at harder and Charles easily pulls both their grins together, clash of teeth and nose and cheek.

: and, finally (wow i really splurged with this ask) probably the one i want to finish most of all out of anything :

“You need to stop.”

Charles stares, stabbed so suddenly with horror at the mess in front of him. “Are you high?” 

The laugh he gets in response sets teeth on edge, nails on a chalkboard. Max’s hands are finding his hair every other second — Charles wants to reach, drag them out because it looks painful. 

It sounds painful when Max says, “Please, Charles, fuck.”

He should not, but he does. Max’s fingers come away with resistance, sweat—sticky under his and overheating. It is disgusting, but Charles does not let go. “Please what?”

“Go back to your apartment, stay in your bed — do not get out of your bed, do not. Just hold Jewel and do not leave.” Everything is a rush, the words, the air. Between his hands, Max’s palms have pressed themselves together. He is a begging man but for his knees, and Charles thinks this is only stopped because of how he is holding him. 

[ge-get]

Shota Aizawa x (man)reader

>>a/n : Hello, I would like to advise that this is not suitable for people under 18. read my article. Because it's too 'obscene' And I might not be that good at English. If I accidentally made a typo, please forgive me.

Warning : NSFW Aizawa's tongue is pierced, rude, talk dirty , The reader is a man.

Introduction : Shota is your best friend. What do you and him usually do together like playing music in the street and and of course. You and He are over 20.You were sitting in his apartment watching TV with him. Of course it's a ghost movie.

The red text is Aizawa Shota.

and the blue text is the reader.

Good luck to you

You and him were sitting on the couch watching a movie. He moved closer to you when he noticed you starting to tremble in fear. In the movie, this scene is a bit scary. You picked up the pillow that was on the sofa and hugged it and your whole body tensed. Of course he noticed it. He gently rubbed your head to comfort you.

Just as he was about to pat your head. You chose to excuse yourself to bed first, getting off the sofa and heading to his bedroom. He was in no mood to continue watching the movie. What fun would it be if you weren't there? He chose to follow you into the bedroom.

Immediately turn off the TV and walk to the bedroom. Knock gently on the door a few times. and opened it to find that you weren't asleep yet

“Can't you sleep?"

He said as he walked over and sat at the foot of the bed.

“A little bit, that movie was too scary."

Hearing this, he chuckled and rubbed your head out of habit.

“Don't be afraid, it's just a movie.”

“But it's scary... Tonight, I want to sleep in your bed.” You pursed your lips slightly.

He moved to sit closer to where you were lying. “So can I sleep next to you?... Please don't make me sleep on the sofa like last time. That caused a lot of back pain.” He stood up and walked over to the work table where the beer sat. Of course, he planned to drink it. He picked up the beer can and began to drink it. “Hey, I just found out you drink beer.” You walked closer to him. He drank it all and put the beer can on the table. He didn't answer your question and picked up another can of beer and handed it to you. “I never drink And I don't plan on drinking it.”

Hearing that, he chose to drink it instead of you. You now have a head full of questions about Shota's drinking. Of course you've never seen him drink. “How does the beer taste?” You tilted your head at him, questioning him. “It tastes like bitter medicine. The only difference is that beer is not good for your health.” He answered and still he answered and continued to drink. Beer cans are getting lighter. The amount of liquid that What was left made him debate for a moment. before deciding to down again Finally in the mouth Let the awful taste slowly flow down your throat. “Wow, you drank the whole can of mango.” “shut up" He turned to look at you again. and found that you were staring at him as well. “Hey...”

"what?" You smiled at him as you waited for him to continue.

“Want to try kissing?”

'Wait �� what the fuck did I accidentally say just now? Damm, I only drank 2 cans of beer. Why are me so drunk? ' He thought to himself.

But... He realized it again. The awful taste that still lingers. The tip of the tongue had been replaced bya soft lick. The heat was secretly hidden with sweetness, slowly melting into his being. In the end, You is still the person he always loses to, and this time too.

But now you feel like your body is hot. Until I had to lift my shirt up over my chest. Let him lean in, close his lips, gnaw on his teeth, and graze on the white, smooth skin as he pleases.You were slightly startled by small tongue piercing jewelry. It was buried in a hot, wet tongue brushing past your nipple. Then he lightly bit it with his teeth and sucked it until it made a lewd sound that made his face heat up. “Ah!... I wasn't prepared.” You said in a trembling voice. Before he gently pulled your nipples and he licked them until they were both red.

“I didn't buy any condoms either.”

Thank you very much for reading until the end!!!

[mabelstone]

Promises

matt stone x reader

part two of handsome stranger <3

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note: i am such a sap this heals something deep within me. enjoy babies, hopefully gonna post more but don't hold me to that.. also sorry for all the typos in part one hehe. aiming to do some of your song reqs because there are SO MANY, anyway love ya

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Last night was more fulfilling than words could express and you couldn't stop reminiscing. The way he said your name, enunciating it with his accent, each vowel that dripped from his tongue sweet and thick like honey. He was so respectful, so obviously not trying to push any boundaries. You wanted so badly to touch him, to interlock your fingers, feel his lips on your own... only somewhat satiated when he hugged you goodbye, his big arms around you, so warm and gentle. He smelt so nice, not necessarily of cologne but maybe his sweet pheromones. It sounds weird when it's put like that but it's all you could think about.

Thats why you were thankful to be walking through your apartment door at 5pm sharp, a chance to see that sweet smile through the window again. You exchanged numbers last night but he hadn't messaged you yet. You were a little worried naturally that maybe he didn't enjoy you as much as you did him, but you tried your best to ignore the negative thoughts and enjoy your evening.

You opened your window and were surprised to see Matt leaning out of his, cigarette between his fingers as expected. Not wanting to disrupt him you eyed him for a moment, before walking away to start dinner. Then you phone buzzed.

Matt: She's home!

Matt: And she didn't even say hello

You giggled down at your phone, walking back to the windowsill to shoot him a shy smile that was reciprocated with a wave.

You: hello :)

Matt: What's for dinner?

You: what do you feel like?

Matt: I'm invited?

You: always

You glanced up to see him cheesing at his phone, looking up at you before clutching a hand over his chest. As someone who was very bold in her early twenties, this was incredibly vanilla for you, but something about him made you a whole new level of shy. You were worried to mess anything up with him already, and you'd only just formally met the guy.

His caller ID flashed across your screen, answering with your eyes locked on one another.

"I'm thinking something simple, like pizza," he beamed through the phone, his voice just as warm as the night before.

"Thank god, I have no food," you laughed, nervously fiddling with the cord of your blinds. "I'll send you some money if you know a good place."

"No, no, my treat to you." He offered, gesturing no with a wave of his hand. Oh no... you were going to fall hard for this man. "I'll go get it now and I'll bring it up to you. What do you like?"

"Uh, anything," you smiled down at your hands, now toying with the hem of your skirt. "I feel bad... I owe you one."

"You go get all cosy for me and we'll call it even." And with that he hung up, taking the final drag of his cigarette before waving goodbye and slipping back into his apartment.

You quickly collected yourself and got in the shower, that stupid grin not leaving your lips once. You opted for this nice white dress you owned considering he'd only seen you in your work clothes and pyjamas. You lit a few candles and put on some soft music in the background.

As a knock sounded from the door, Ho Hey by the Lumineers started playing. You rolled your eyes, how cliché. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, nothing special, but wow. You played it cool while your organs were doing acrobats in your stomach, opting for a soft, "hi, Matt."

"Hey, pretty," he smiled as you moved out of the way for him, placing the pizza on the kitchen bench. "It smells so good in here," he sighed, eyes scanning over your apartment as he leant against the bench.

"Caramel," you smiled, grabbing a candle to hold to his nose. "I used to make them when I first moved here to pass the time."

"Do you have any spares?" He asked gently, eyes not leaving yours once.

"Mhm," you disappeared into another room to give him one with a ribbon wrapped around the jar. The look he gave you was incomparable, and for a second there, you were certain he felt the same. "So, what'd you get?" You tried to pierce through the delicious tension in the air that you were far too sober for.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I got one of each." He opened one of the boxes to reveal a full pizza with mismatched slices.

"That is so sweet," you swooned, fighting every urge in your body to not attack his lips with yours right then and there. "I- do you like wine?"

He made some comment about how he'll drink just about anything, which led to the most pointless yet captivating conversation about your social lives. You wanted to know everything and anything about him, he was singlehandedly the most magnetic person you'd met in this country.

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You'd been sat comfortably on your couch for 3 hours by this point, although it had only felt like 15 minutes. So comfortable, in fact, that your legs were now sprawled over his as he played with the charms on your bracelet.

"I'll be going back home for Christmas," you answered his question on what your plans for the holidays were. You felt kind of shitty considering he told you about how he doesn't see his own family much. He pursed his lips and nodded, to which you sat up beside him, hoping to lighten the mood with, "but I really wish I could see snow. It'll be summer in Australia."

"You've never seen snow?" He sounded shocked, brows furrowing in disbelief.

"Nope. Sometimes in winter there, the days are too warm to even wear a jumper. But the nights are freezing."

"Jumper?" He asked confused. This was what most of your night consisted of. You'd use a word that he didn't understand, which resulted in you americanising it.

"Sorry- sweatshirt." You laughed.

"Oh!" He laughed too, nodding. He'd eventually learn your tongue. Double entendre maybe? "But really? I practically lived in snow growing up in Colorado."

"I'm so jealous!" You groaned, throwing your head back dramatically. "I've always always wanted to, and of course I'm not gonna be here when I finally get the chance."

"Don't worry, kid." He reassured you, his hand finding the back of your head to smooth your hair down. "I'll take you to the snow someday."

"Yeah?" Your voice lowered as your eyes connected yet again, each of your different shades of green starting to be disappear behind growing pupils.

"Promise," he nodded, eyes shifting between your gaze and your lips, before the space between you diminished to nothing. You closed your eyes as you melted into him, his lips warm and soft, the vague smell of cigarette lingering intermittently. You moved together synchronously, his warm hands guiding you into his lap gently, your own finding themselves nestled in his hair, travelling down to cup his jaw. You parted your lips slightly in invitation, one he silently accepted as your tongues danced with one another, the feeling of his soft breaths tickling your upper lip. He tasted like wine, and he applied the perfect amount of pressure with his arm wrapped around your waist, tracing gentle circles into your sides.

You pulled away briefly, arms draping his shoulders as you grinned ear to ear, "I'll be holding you to that, you know."

"I'm a man of my word," he whispered, placing a chaste but sweet kiss to your lips. "You'll learn that, I promise."

awhhh so cute. sex next chapter lol xx

didn't proof read again, forgive me i'm lazy