#hope it's okay I didn't draw the hammer >_<

[gotchibam]

Mega Mawile and Tinkaton ko-fi doodle for Gophersaurus!

I'm accepting pokemon ko-fi doodle requests here! ✨

#artists on tumblr #pokemon #mega mawile #tinkaton #gotchibam arts #ko-fi doodle #thank you sm for the request!! ;w; #hope it's okay I didn't draw the hammer >_< #I wanted the focus to be on them so I kept it simple c:

[wileys-russo]

cheeky little angst to fluff blurb for leah??

leah didn't do her acl in this because i said so insensitive II l.williamson

"-so i'll rest again for a bit in bed, go to breakfast and then i think we have our team walk in a couple hours? oh! then a few of the girls are gonna go for breakfast and to the beach tomorrow before our flights since they're later at night. the beaches here are literally insane babe the water is so blue, i'll make sure to send you some photos. i'm keen for one last taste of summer before returning to the bleak dead cold of the uk." you joked with a smile, your girlfriend humming tiredly in response.

"i'm sorry baby i'm talking too much. are you sure you're okay? you played brilliantly leah really, i was so proud of you." you softly assured, as you had been for the majority of this phone call which was really annoying the blonde more than helping her to feel better as you intended.

both of you away with your respective national teams for international break you'd both been on the phone much as you could, forever attached at the hip you missed the older english girl who held your heart terribly.

however it would appear that your break was going a whole lot better than leah's, australia coming away with an 8-0 win a few days ago and england having just lost 3-2.

your chances of qualifying were looking up whilst hers seemed in a jeopardy she'd not predicted experiencing.

"i'm fine." if you would have picked up on the hidden sharpness of her words you might have caught on and changed topics, however still half asleep you missed it, having been up very early to watch your girlfriends match.

"losses happen lee it doesn't mean you girls have any less chance of qualifying, you've come back from worse yeah? heads held high and leave it in the past, same thing you tell us all each week in red babe." you tried to comfort her only your words had the opposite affect.

with the loss playing heavily on her mind and leah attributing a large portion of the blame toward herself in defence, she felt a bitter bubble of jealousy and frustration begin to build up in her throat. and before she could think any better of it, it came out suddenly like a toxic word vomit.

"yeah well some of us have actual challenges to face to qualify. we can't all get the easy draw and piss poor low ranking teams to smash 8-0, scoring hat tricks against players with half your professional experience and no funding into their programs, can we? the entire olympics qualification system is a fucking joke!" leah snapped, a few of her team mates heads swiveling toward her with a mix of frowns and surprise at her harsh tone.

silence was all that she was met with after her little outburst, you opening and closing your mouth in somewhat a state of shock at the venomous tone from your usually calm mannered and always supportive girlfriend.

"you must be tired and your flights soon. i'll call you later before warm ups?" you asked hopefully, heart hammering in your chest. "no, i'm going into the training centre soon as i get back." leah replied bluntly, clearly not intending to watch your match as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"right. well i hope you get some rest on your flight then." and with that the line beeped signaling you ended the call, leah shoving her phone into her pocket and resting her chin on the handle of her suitcase she was currently sat on.

"leah mate...that was painful to listen to." georgia winced from beside her, keira humming in agreement. "what? she's being insensative! if she knew me she'd know i fucking hate being coddled and thats all she was doing, as well as flaunting her stupid win." leah muttered with a roll of her eyes.

"is that seriously what you think?" keira questioned, eyebrows knitted together as leah only gave a small shrug. "leah." the younger girl sighed, shaking her head.

"she barely mentioned the win to you when it happened, she spoke about her hat trick maybe once on facetime that night? she stayed in to call you like normal instead of being out for dinner celebrating with her team." keira began to lecture the blonde beside her.

"do ya know what time it is in western australia right now leah?" georgia continued on, eyes wide looking at her phone as again leah only shrugged, though a hint of guilt was just starting to creep in.

"it was 3:30 in the morning there when we kicked off and she watched the entire match and then stayed up for a few hours afterwards to call you, so that she could comfort you and try to make ya feel better." georgia lectured, leahs stern gaze beginning to crack at her words.

"then you just dismissed all of the graft she put in last match and her entire teams hard work down to something they have no control over. doesn't matter who they play leah, they deserved each win." keira continued, leah taking her bottom lip in between her teeth as she sat up and rubbed her face with her hands.

"then she gets up at 3:30 to watch your game and you tell her you aren't bothered to watch hers when its at a more than reasonable time, because you're busy feeling sorry for yourself." georgia added on, yet another blow of guilt for her to swallow.

"did you think it was insensitive when we beat them in the semi final of their home world cup, and you celebrated with your team afterwards?" keira asked with a raised eyebrow.

"nah that was different! i went right to her first to make sure she was okay and tell her how proud of her i was, and she told me to go out afterwards and went out with her own team." leah defended suddenly, shut down by the looks from her best friends either side of her.

"exactly leah, so then how is that any different than her trying to console you after this loss? and then you had to go and open your stupid hot headed mouth, stick your foot in it and probably make her feel like shit before her final international match of the break, which you all but said you wouldn't be watching. how is that fair?" keira delivered the final punch as leah crumpled, head hung in her hands with a small groan.

"yeah alright alright i get it, i've royally fucked up here." leah sighed, standing suddenly and walking off with her phone held to her ear, calling you over and over as each time the phone would ring out only affirming to her that she had really stepped in it this time.

trying you for a fifth time, urged to hurry up from her team mates as their flight was boarding leah's phone vibrated with a message as again you didn't answer.

from; lover girl i need some space please, i'll call you once i land back in london x

with a frustrated sigh leah heart reacted the message not wanting to overstep, locking her phone and hurrying over to keira who was impatiently waiting to board.

she had some serious groveling to do.

~

you opened and scanned through the multiple messages from leah she'd sent while obviously watching the game, withholding the urge to smile at her running commentary and complimentary words about how you and the team played.

still quite frustrated with her and still wanting space you opted not to reply, locking your phone and tucking it under your leg as you rummaged around in your backpack for your airpods.

"you're not gonna call leah?" steph asked with a look of surprise as you settled in beside her on the bus back to the hotel, where as normally you'd sit by yourself to call your girlfriend after each match like clockwork.

"nope." you answered simply, shaking your head and tucking one knee up to your chest. "what's happened?" the older girl sighed knowingly, draping an arm over the back of you as your head came to rest on her shoulder.

through the four seasons you'd played together at arsenal the two of you alongside caitlin and now kyra had become like a family, relishing in the familiar comfort of having your fellow aussies around living in a foreign country where you hardly saw your actual loved ones.

"i think we had an argument? but we didn't exactly argue." you replied, still a little in the dark yourself on what had caused leah's outburst. steph only gave you a confused stare and nodded for you to explain further as you did so, recounting your conversation with the blonde captain this morning.

"ahhh, i see." steph nodded now caught up as you hummed tiredly, the time now nearing eleven at night. "you know she loves you very much. but we both know she hardly has a filter on what she says sometimes, and she's quite potentially the most patriotic person i know both for club and country." steph chuckled, patting your shoulder.

"norf london foreva." you mocked her accent quietly with a small smile, admittedly missing it even more now you knew you'd not be speaking to her for a couple of days while you flew.

"but thats not to dismiss how harsh she was and how that would have made you feel. i think some space is a good idea, gives her some time to reflect on why you're upset and why what she said was wrong. you gonna be okay?" the brunette asked softly as the bus pulled in outside your hotel.

"yeah, i'll be fine. it's been nice being back home and seeing all the girls again, and we're going for brunch and to the beach tomorrow. i'm just focusing on that and the horrendous jetlag we're due for once we touch back down." you groaned, steph agreeing as the two of you filed off the bus.

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"kyra i promise you, if you so much as breathe near me for the next twenty four hours i am going to murder you." you spoke calmly, stopping to take a deep breath as the younger girl purposefully stepped on the back of your trainer again.

you loved her dearly but it was like having your own child as she'd wound you up for hours now, giving you a brief moment of rest when she'd finally passed out on the plane. but now fully awake and in her usual tiresomely hyperactive mood she'd been kicking the back of your knees out and stepping on the back of your shoes from the moment you stepped off the plane.

"leave her be! honestly mate you're so annoying." caitlin groaned on your behalf, wrangling the girl into a tight headlock and dragging her away from you as the four of you headed out of baggage collection.

"i see your personal chauffeur has arrived." you looked up in confusion as steph elbowed you, spotting leah a hundred or so metres away. "ooo she's off to kiss her little girlfr-" kyra's sarcastic kisses and teasing words were cut short as caitlin suddenly swept her feet out from under her, sending her tumbling to the ground on her ass.

"oi!" with that the two took off chasing one another around the terminal, steph kissing your cheek and telling you to call her if you needed her as she hurried off to sort your friends out, the three of them set to take an uber together.

you watched leah nervously shift her weight from one foot to another as you slowly made your way over, her face partially hidden by the hood drawn over her head. a hoodie which you quickly recognized as one of yours, a faded black australian national team hoodie from years ago.

you also noticed she had a bunch of flowers in one hand which she immediately held out to you. "hi." leah breathed out quietly once you arrived in front of her and had taken the flowers with a mumbled thank you.

"hi." you echoed back, adjusting your bag on your shoulder and shaking your head as she offered to take it from you, the two of you wordlessly making your way out of the airport and to the car park.

you dumped your bag in the boot which she opened and closed for you, sliding into the passenger seat with a tired sigh and carefully placing the flowers on the floor between your feet as leah sat beside you, starting up the car and pulling away.

"can we talk? or do you want some time to like actually sleep and rest, you must be insanely jetlagged. i can stay at beth and viv's place tonight? give you some space." leah offered, the two of you having been living together for well over a year now.

"no it's fine, we can talk." you confirmed, adjusting your position as your head slumped against the window, eyes struggling to stay open which didn't go unnoticed by the blonde beside you.

"are you sure? you look exhausted we can-" "leah i'm sure, we need to talk."

you hadn't mean to come across as bluntly as you did given your jetlag, as you saw surprise flicker across your girlfriends face for a moment before she nodded and you mumbled a quiet apology, rubbing your eyes.

"well i'll start. firstly; i am so incredibly unbelievably sincerely sorry for what i said to you love. i was tired and frustrated with my own performance not that thats any excuse, and selfishly a little jealous of your big win when we lost. which was completely unfair because i am so so proud of you in everything that you do. i promise!" leah started, glancing over at you as she stopped at a red light and you gave her a small smile, nodding for her to continue.

"you put so many hours of extra training in to prepare for the world cup and of course thats payed off and you're finally seeing the benefits. I was bitter and selfish and i lashed out at you when you were just trying to make me feel better, like always, and i am really really sorry baby." leah continued, falling silent after as you assumed she'd finished talking.

"well firstly; you were an asshole." leah winced at that but nodded, understanding her actions were to blame here.

"but i understand you were feeling poorly after a loss, i just wish you'd communicated that with me a little better and i would have left you be with your own thoughts rather than talking your ear off and probably worsening your mood." you sighed, the blonde quick to assure she normally loved you talking her ear off.

"i just felt like i didn't understand what i'd done to cause you to be upset with me, and then you snapped about the qualifying process and you weren't entirely wrong but-"

"i was! i was wrong about that. its been the way they're done for years now and its not anything you or i are ever going to have the influence to change single handedly, and i should have never dismissed the shift you and the girls put in for that win." leah was quick to clarify before apologizing for interrupting you.

"thank you. next time please just communicate with me how you're feeling and what you need lee." you smiled tiredly, your girlfriend reaching for your hand and smiling in relief when you allowed her to take it, the blonde bringing it to her mouth and placing a few tender kisses on your knuckles as she glanced toward you.

"eyes on the road thanks charmer." you smiled tiredly, leah not letting go of your hand but dropping it to rest on the middle console, her other hand expertly maneuvering the steering wheel.

the rest of the ride home was filled with a much more comfortable silence, leah thanking her lucky stars you'd been so forgiving and remanding herself over and over for ever wronging you, smiling softly at you asleep in the seat beside her.

parking in the driveway she flicked the car off, carefully getting out and softly closing her door. she grabbed your bags out of the back and hurried them inside, dropping them in your shared bedroom and rushing back to the car, leaving the front door open.

gently opening your door she caught your body as it slid out having been leant against the door, your eyes shooting open as you inhaled sharply and sat up. "we're home baby." leah advised, affectionately rubbing your flushed cheek with her thumb as she pressed a kiss to your temple.

with a tired nod you allowed her to pull you up and out of the car, walking yourself to the front door and rubbing your eyes. you stretched as you crossed the threshold of your home, squealing as leahs hands poked at the sliver of skin which popped out as your top rode up.

"hello." you latched yourself onto her the moment she closed the front door and turned, your cheek smooshed into her shoulder as her hoodie clad arms wound tightly around you. "i really really missed you." leah sighed, swaying the two of you back and forth as you relished in the familiar warmth of her embrace.

"so i can see, you've become an honorary tillie." you teased, tugging on the sides of the hoodie as your chin moved to rest against her sternum, looking up at her in amusement. "for you my girl? anything." leah promised with a soft smitten smile, leaning down to kiss you.

"leah what is that?" you spotted a piece of cardboard on the kitchen counter over her shoulder, pulling away from her right before her lips met yours causing her to frown.

"welcome home from prison!" you read out the sign with a scoff, leahs arms folding around you from behind as her chin rested on your shoulder and you felt her body vibrate with a quiet laughter.

"thought it might be a bit too soon for the joke to land right without an apology first." leah admitted, pressing a few light kisses to the side of your neck.

"mm yeah good choice. dick!" you shoved her playfully as she continued to cling onto you, spinning you around. "may i have a proper kiss now please?" the blonde pouted, puckering her lips as you smiled, shaking your head.

"well i am all for charity and since you asked so nicely." she pinched your side for the comment, pressing her lips to yours before you could say another word.

the way her lips slotted perfectly with yours would forever make your head spin, sending you into a love drunk haze of dizziness at the euphoric feeling of kissing her. the way her bottom lip would part slightly as her hand flew to the back of your neck, her tongue slipping into your mouth as her thumb rubbed gentle circles just below your ear.

her lips always soft and welcoming, her kisses calculated and thought out, making sure that with every fleeting second you could feel how deeply she cared for you. this kiss in particular was two weeks in the making, the blonde pouring into it every inch of her adoration for you with each slight adjustment and touch, her other hand resting on your waist to draw your body even closer into hers, trapping the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and love and safety.

"welcome home." she pulled away with a light smack, pressing a few softer kisses to your swollen lips before pressing her forehead against yours, closing her eyes and hugging you tightly, anchoring you in her arms like a lost ship coming ashore.

the sea of your relationship wouldn't always be smooth, but with leah at the helm and you loyal by her side the two of you could get through pretty much anything.

"it's two now baby. do you want to sleep for a few hours and then up for dinner? and we can stay up till around maybe ten to try and reset your schedule?" your girlfriend offered sweetly, warm lips pressing against the crown of your temple with each word.

"so long as you're with me i don't mind." you sighed, head falling to her chest as you squeezed her tightly, melting the older girls heart who hugged you back just as firmly.

"well you can't sleep standing up." with that she'd bent down to grab the back of your thighs, hoisting you up. "bed or lounge baby?" the defender asked with a raised eyebrow. "not the first time you've asked me that while i'm off the ground in your arms." you smirked, kissing her nose and grinning as she scrunched it slightly.

"even half asleep with jet lag you remain a cheeky cheeky girl." leah tutted with a shake of her head and carrying you with her over to the sofa, turning around and sitting down as she pulled you to sit between her legs which stretched down its length.

"can you put the golf on please?" you mumbled tiredly, shuffling so your head was resting on leah's chest, hearing her heartbeat beneath your ear as leah smiled happily in surprise at your request. "really?"

"yeah, always sends me to sleep." you continued, closing your eyes as leah rolled hers, carding a hand through your hair but doing as you asked, nails scratching at your scalp and the english captain chuckled seeing within a few short minutes you'd fallen right back to sleep.

desite the fact she actually enjoyed watching the golf much to your horror, a few holes in, she was ashamed to admit she joined you, eyes drifting closed.

#leah williamson x reader #woso x reader #woso #leah williamson #woso blurbs #woso imagine #engwnt #woso fanfics

[ecoamerica]

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[villainology]

i feel like a kid running around with their drawing to show everyone else in the room bc i've already told like 2 other blogs about this scenario i had while i was trying to sleep but can you IMAGINE being a family friend of the sawyers? maybe your grandparents knew theirs before times were tough and cannibalism became their means of survival, and your family's died off and left you the little farmhouse and patch of land a few miles outside of the sawyers' boundaries. drayton's clarified you're off-limits (through some honorary family-friend ideals, or as not to upset grandpa 'cause your folks were always kind to them) and you're none the wiser to their true savagery they get up to (you can hear a scream once or twice, when you drive your dad's old beat up truck near their land sometimes, but you always think they've got really rowdy and funny sounding goats). but you've inherited your family's farmhouse and poor little you just doesn't know anything about farming and fixing up the house! no matter how hard you try, nothing grows, so one uneventful day you drop off some seeds as a gift for drayton since, well, they're not getting any use with you, and you mention a problem that needs fixing. maybe it's a rusty shed door you can't get open, or a busted roof. either way, drayton's always liked to keep up apparances and you haven't had a chance to meet the new additions of the family, so drayton sends johnny back with you (after giving him thorough lecturing about how no, you are NOT a potential victim, you're just a little oblivious, and plus johnny's the most... convincingly normal one out of all of them, arguably) to fix something up for you as thanks for the seeds. so now there's a sweaty, attractive, pretty charming (and maybe a little subtly condescending) guy fixing up something because you hadn't the slightest clue how to fix it, so you might as well make him some lemonade or tea and thank him! and, well, johnny might think you're amusing. pretty sweet, pretty cute, pretty *airheaded*. drayton said you were off-limits for anything violent, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't test any other limits, right?

aaaah~ no bc wait I think you’re onto something here!! you got me thinking so many filthy thots rn, so I made a lil drabble, hope that’s okay w you? 😭❤️ sjdbdjdndnfnf I hope it’s written okay, I wrote this half asleep in bed but I couldn’t stop thinking abt it!

warnings — slight dub-con, light smut, Johnny being Johnny!

“Here you go, Mr Johnny,” you smiled up the ladder toward him as you walked out with two glasses of lemonade in hand, “where’d ya want it?”

“Just set it down on the table there.” His voice was stern, a tad hint of annoyance laced into it, not that you noticed.

Johnny stood at the top of the ladder, nail in mouth as he hammered another into roof of your porch, closing off the gap which would hopefully stop the rattling noise anytime there was a gust of wind. He slipped the hammer and last few nails into his work belt before looking down at you stood below him, so innocently sipping through the curly straw in your lemonade glass.

The Texan heat wasn’t good for much, but the way it made a light coat of sweat glisten on your body as the sun began to set was enough to make him appreciate the summer weather. Your denim shorts just a little too high up and your white vest top just a little too low, but from where he was stood he got to have the perfect angle down your shirt, and you were none the wiser.

Johnny carefully came down the ladder before picking his glass up off the table, his eyes never once leaving your body. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, you really were oblivious, so innocent and air-headed that he wondered how you survived off by yourself all these years before coming back to the farmlands.

The way Drayton sent him out here with you alone, like sending a lamb off to the slaughter — an adorable, pretty little lamb making lemonade for a starving lion. Johnny wondered to himself what you’d think if you found out what they were really like, just how savage and dangerous they were, would you run scared from him, give him chase to hunt you down on acres of land?

“Sorry about you having to come out here, I’ve clearly got a lot to learn about all this type of stuff, huh?” You laughed as you gestured toward the house and the land surrounding it.

Johnny was snapped from his thoughts, a fake little smile crossing his face as he nodded, “don’t sweat it, darlin’, friends helping out friends, ain’t that right?”

He knew that Drayton said you weren’t to be a victim, that you weren’t some prey to be chased and hunted down, butchered just for the hell of it, but what about anything else? After all, this was Drayton’s way of saying thanks to you, but what did Johnny get out of this? Where was his thank you for fixing up your roof free of charge? If you weren’t going to be Johnny’s victim then he’d sure as hell find away for you to give him thanks.

“Say,” he placed his half empty glass down on the table beside him, “you moved back up here all alone, not got a boyfriend following you here?”

“Oh, heh, no. Haven’t had one of those in a long while, Mr Johnny.”

“Huh, well that’s just peachy, darlin’.”

He walked from the table and closer to you, his hand stroking up and down your arm as he worked his way behind you, his warm body pressing up against yours as he leaned down to your ear, “how about a thank you for all my hard work, hm?”

His hand snaked its way around your waist and played with the button of your shorts, his lips grazing across the delicate skin of your neck, gently kisses to distract you from what his hands were doing. Truth be told you didn’t want him to stop, and he could tell. The way you let him unbutton your pants without a fight, his fingers working their way between your legs and tracing a line back and forth against your clothed cunt.

“Mr Johnny, I don’t think—”

“That’s alright, baby, you don’t gotta think,” his free hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head to the side so he could more easily bite and suck at your skin, “just gotta do whatever I tell you to do.”

After all, Drayton said you couldn’t be slaughtered like he did the others, but he didn’t say anything about Johnny not being able to fuck you til’ you couldn’t walk no more.

#➳ : messages #lambofjudgement #your brain works in wonderous ways sjdbejdnef!!! #I couldn’t stop thinking abt this like??? it’s so hot omg #anything abt johnny got me going FERAL!! #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #tcm x reader

[barrenclan]

is it weird i’m thinking about a werewolf cormorantpaw au?? is that normal to think about werewolf cats??

(This was my Patreon illustration for October 2023! Go check it out if you feel like giving me a couple dollars)

Okay so fair warning, I have slightly hijacked this ask to talk about my MHA AU instead! I came up with it in a feverish pitch on the Discord this summer. But it's basically a REVERSE werewolf AU so it's fine!! WEHEHEHE ANYWAYS

I'm sure all of you know the basics of MHA, everyone has superpowers and there's heroes and villains and whatnot. (I have my own problems with MHA but it is such a fun world to play around with. And it has Shigaraki, which is a notable point in its favor. Regardless) The backdrop for this AU is basically the human AU for PATFW - ratty small Nebraska town, Defiance is a secret cult in the woods, etc. You can read more about it in the 'human au' tag.

I didn't include descriptions for Cormorantpaw and Pinepaw's Quirks in the drawing because I wanted to explain them a little more - they're a bit complicated. Pinepaw's Quirk, Seeing Eyes, allows him to form eyes on any part of his body, and up to around 20 at one time. However, any more than that and he starts to get overwhelmed; and unbeknownst to him, he starts getting prophetic visions. Corm's Quirk, Beastform, lets him change into the design you see in the drawing, basically a big Set animal with heightened senses and strength. But since his Quirk activated, the longer he stays in the form, the longer it is before he change back.

(Daffodilpaw, Asphodelpaw, Slugpelt, Rainhaze, Nightberry, Deepdark)

These are the rest of the main characters that I came up with Quirks for, although I do have some vague ideas for a couple other characters.

Applying Quirks is the main AU thing that changes here, and it's a big one with Corm! So in short, Thrasher (Dustin Turner) in this AU would have been a thief villain whose Quirk was having wings and talon-like hands and arms, but eventually one of his wings gets ripped off and it destroys his career. So when he starts having kids with Hush Puppy (Hope Turner), he’s super Endeavor about it and begins testing them all for training. Cormorantpaw (Cesar) becomes his favorite because of his Beastform Quirk, so he really starts hammering on Cormorant and doing his canon typical horrible abusive training.

They don’t realize at first the limit on Corm’s Quirk, since it's super short and unnoticeable at first, but eventually they realize that each times he changes it gets longer to change back. Once Hush Puppy dies, there’s nothing stopping Thrasher and he forces Corm to constantly train and do crimes for him in his Beastform. So by the time that he’s dead, Cormorant is essentially stuck in his scary beast form, and everyone assumes he was just born with a really fucked up physical Quirk. And then he comes to BarrenClan town! That's where the "plotline" of this AU would kick in.

And I did have to throw in an actual werewolf Cormorantpaw drawing. Mostly so I can justify my unhinged anime AU.

#ask #anon #cormorantpaw #pinepaw #extra art #au #human au #also i know u did ask specifically about werewolf cats. but i was in A Mood

[hrts4chaee]

AFTER DARK☁️ min yoongi.

pair. yoongi x reader genre. smut, romance warnings.unprotected sex, mention of safe word, yoongi has big...heh, yoongi is whipped, rough yoongi, word count. 2.5+ summary. He didn't need love. At least, that's what he told himself before he met her.

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It was like a bliss.

The electricity I felt when our hands made small contact, as if the world was collapsing, as if two worlds were about to clash. As if the Lord wanted to tell me there's a possibility of him and I. Even though I didn't believe in his God, in his religion, I felt as if he told me we're okay. Like he heard my prayers during one winter night in this cold country, "Is it too much to hope for, for us to be together in this lifetime?" I prayed because I knew there's something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And even if nothing came out of it, at least i have known this beautiful feeling, the wonderful sense of love. It is something I can always keep close to me, to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. No matter what happens next, I'll always be glad to know there's someone like Yoongi in the world.

Even when we made eye contact for 100th time, it was love. It was the mood of the time, the feeling of forever. The sense we could live and die by our word and never regret a thing. I remember when he was so outraged by the world when I walked in his life, but all i wanted was to be part of that. But he couldn't say it was love, not until our lips touched for the first time during cold winter. That's the moment he was lost in passion and love.

"I love you, you know that?" I told him, I could see the glimpse of his cheek getting redder by second. My head rested on his chest, I wasn't able to see him fully.

"I do, but you do know I love you way more?" He whispered and giggle left my lips.

"That's impossible."

He looked at me with annoyed face but he still looked adorable.

"Y/N. I am the one who started loving you beside the fact I hate everything about my life."

"And I am here to give you as much love as you give hate to the world." I looked at him with serious expression, if stare could kill, he would be dead right now. Sitting up from the bed, I continued to stare at him. "...What?"

"You're annoying." He laughed out loud.

"Oh but you still love me." He said.

"I do, but you're still annoying." I laid back on his chest and hugged him tightly. I was listening to his heartbeat, since i always do that whenever i get annoyed at him. The best part about listening to the beating muscle was that I could feel his heart starting to beat with same pace as mine. I loved to think we're one. One body and one soul. "I love you so much and you have no idea how much, Yoongi..."

Honesty was written on my face but the way he looked at me made me question if he didn't believe me. And something in him shifted.

"Have you ever been with a man, Y/N?"His voice is low and husky.

My heart hammers hard in my chest as I nod. "I've had sex before."

"That's not what I asked," he says, pausing right in front of me, the tip of his shoes touching mine as he stares down at me. "I don't care about those boys who might've fumbled around between your legs a time or two. I want to know if you've been with a man."

I hesitate before slowly shaking my head. If he is a man, if this is what being with a man is like, I've never been with one. I've messed around with boys at parties, even had a boyfriend for a while back in Busan that took my virginity in the backseat of a rusty Chevrolet. But whatever is happening right now between us is something I've never felt before.

It's electricity.

He cups my chin with his hand, tilting my face so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. His thumb sweeps along my bottom lip, and I let out a shuddering breath as he leans closer, tilting his head like he's going to kiss me, but he pauses there instead. His gaze burns through me, seeping down into my soul, seizing me like a prisoner.

I'm a willing captive.

"You don't have to be afraid," he says. "I'm not going to hurt you."

He kisses me then. His lips are soft-so, so soft, like velvet, a stark contrast to the roughness of the rest of him. His kiss is gentle, little more than breaths against my lips that I eagerly inhale, taking him in. I let out a soft moan, hardly catching it as he whispers, "unless you want me to."

A hint of a smile takes over his face when he pulls away. I should be alarmed. I should head right back out that front door and run far, far away, but I can't. I can do nothing but stand there and shiver as he lets go of me, tak- ing a step back. He regards me for a moment, eyes sweep- ing down my body, as his smile grows.

He's a child with a brand new toy, and I just hope he doesn't break me as soon as I'm out of the package.

He's on me then, his hands seeking me out as his lips once more meet mine. None of the gentleness from a mo- ment ago is in his touch. He seizes me, pulling me into his grasp, taking my breath away with his hard kiss. I gasp as he lifts me up, hands gripping my hips. I cling to him, wrap- ping my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

He's strong-Jesus, he's stronger than I expected, holding me like I'm weightless as he carries me upstairs to his bedroom. As soon as we're inside, he kicks the door shut and hauls me over to the bed, his lips still on mine.

He lays me back on the crisp white sheets, him on top, his weight pressing down on me, constricting my chest. My lungs burn, the butterflies in my stomach flapping wildly, ready to take flight.

A strange thrill soars through me when he moves from my mouth, his lips trailing down my jaw line, finding my neck. He kisses and licks, his teeth grazing the skin, as his hands hike up my dress, shoving it to my waist.

I barely have time to think, to agonize over the fact that I'm pretty sure I'm wearing plain white cotton panties that are probably not sexy at all, when his hand slips be- neath the flimsy fabric, fingertips grazing my clit. My back arches involuntarily as a gasp escapes my throat, the jolt of pleasure tearing through my insides, the first lightning strike of an oncoming storm.

I'm caught in a whirlwind. There's no other way to describe it, no way to explain it, except that I've been swept up so fast that I can no longer even see the ground. His hands are all over me, tearing off clothes, as his lips seek out every stitch of exposed skin.

The dress is yanked off and flung across the room, barely hitting the floor before he's leaving a searing trail of kisses down my stomach. Slipping his hands beneath me, he makes speedy work of my bra, tearing it off.

He grasps the sides of my panties, and I lift up in- stinctively when he tugs them down. My knees find one an- other, drawn together like magnets, as my hands cover my breasts, timidly shielding my naked body from his view as he sits back. He regards me warily, seeming to hesitate for a fraction of a second when he sees how I'm laying there, but it doesn't deter him from pulling his shirt off. His hands make work of his pants, unbuckling the belt and unzipping them, the sound seeming to echo through the quiet room.

It makes my heart race faster than before, so frenzied my vision blurs when he pulls them off along with his box- ers, leaving him just as naked as I am.

I can't look.

I can't look.

I can't help it.

I look.

I have to.

He pries my legs apart and moves to the space between them. My eyes are drawn down his broad chest, following the trail of shadowy hair along his toned stom- ach, straight to his cock. My eyes widened when I catch sight of it.

He plans to fit that thing inside of me?

I only get a brief glimpse, a murky silhouette in the darkness as he grasps ahold of his cock and strokes it, be- fore I feel it pressing against me. My eyes drift closed as he rubs the head of it against my clit, sending those tiny jolts of electricity through me.

"I'll take it easy on you," he says as he pushes inside of me for the first time, moving slowly, covering my body with his.

Don't, a part of me screams, the animal inside trying to claw its way out, but I swallow the word down, almost ter- rified to verbalize it. I don't know what he means, and I'm already in way, way over my head as it is. I feel like a virgin all over again, except I wasn't nearly as nervous back then. I was just handing over my body then, letting them caress my skin, but I have a feeling this man's planning to go much deeper than that with me.

He pulls out before pushing back in again, moving ag- onizingly slow, letting my body adjust, but I don't think that's possible. I don't think I can ever get used to him.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he says, "and I will."

"Should we..." My voice is a strained whisper. "I mean, should I have a safe word or something?"

I've watched movies, I've read books, and I'm not sure how kinky this man gets.

He stalls mid-thrust, pulling back to look at me, his eyebrow curving. I can see the twinkle in his eyes, amuse- ment, the monster intrigued by my question. "Do you want one?"

"I, uh... do I need one?"

He seems to consider that for a moment, halfway in- side of me, before shaking his head and pushing into me, a little harder this time, making my breath hitch.

"Not this time," he says, fighting off a smile. "Just relax."

I try.

Dammit, I try.

But as soon as I start to relax, Yoongi finds his rhythm, hiking my legs up to fill me deeply. I gasp, my hands run- ning through his hair, the slight curls surprisingly soft, as he leans down to kiss me. With his lips on mine, he thrusts hard, so hard he nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. Unnatural noises escape my throat that he greedily swal- lows with his kiss, increasing his pace, eliciting more of the sounds from me.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I suspected it, from his earlier question, but it isn't until he's inside of me, pounding against me, his arms wrapped around me, holding me so tightly I can hardly breathe, fucking me so hard I can barely think, that I realize just how much I've been missing. Everything before this moment was child's play, but this man is the major league.

He fucks me like he means it, like he needs it, like being inside of me is more important than anything inside of him, and every cell in my body calls out to him, craving more of it. His hands work magic on my skin, slipping between us to stroke my clit. The mere touch sends sparks through me. He rubs circles around it, as my body grows taut. I can feel it, building and building, the pressure filling me up until I'm about to burst.

The pleasure explodes inside of me, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I squeeze my eyes shut. It's like fireworks all around me when all I've ever seen before were measly sparklers. I cry out, arching my back, my breasts flush against his chest. I can feel myself con- vulsing around him, squeezing his cock for a second be- fore it's gone. He pulls out, pulls away from me just as I start to come. I'm momentarily stunned by the absence of everything I feel nothing but coldness, air all around me. No warmth. No him.

No nothing.

My orgasm fades away as soon as it hits, the fire- works a dud that fizzle and fade into the night sky.

Oh, God. No. No. No. Don't do this to me. My eyes snap open as the bed shifts, and I barely have time to glance over when he pushes my legs apart wider, his tongue softly grazing my clit.

Oh, God. Wait. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He licks and sucks, pumping his fingers inside of me, his head between my thighs. Gasping, I run my hands through his hair, grasping ahold of the locks, as I shudder. It takes a few seconds for the fading pleasure to sweep back through me, somehow even more intense, swaddling my entire body in heat.

Orgasm rocks me, and I let out a shriek, arching my back as I convulse. He doesn't let up, doesn't stop, his tongue running circles around my clit before he sucks on it, his fingers deep inside of me.

I relax back into the bed, panting when the sensation subsides, but I don't have time to catch my breath. He's in- side of me again, thrusting deep, as his lips find mine. I don't even think about it, don't hesitate, kissing him deeply as he laughs against my mouth.

"You like that?" he asks, his voice strained, like he can't quite catch his breath. "Can you taste yourself?"

I'm embarrassed for a second, long enough for my face to heat, as he kisses me again, and again. I can taste myself, but I don't have a chance to dwell on it, because he's fucking me just as frenzied as before. His hips slam into mine, noises escaping my throat that he continues to smother with his kiss. I can feel his breath coming out in pants as he thrusts mercilessly, desperately.

And then he's off of me again, pulling out. This time he sits back on his knees and grasps his cock, stroking it as he tilts his head back, eyes closed. I stare at him in the moonlight, stunned by the sight of him coming, a mix of agony and pleasure seeming to twist his features as he grunts. He slows his strokes, stilling his hand, and just sits there, his chest falling and rising as he breathes deeply.

It's beautiful.

I don't know how else to describe it.

Yoongi is a work of art, confident in every aspect, and it's certainly warranted. I just lay there, my body made of jelly, while he towers above me like fortified steel. I'm suddenly weak and helpless, oh-so-vulnerable and at his mercy, at his disposal, and he's not dented even the slightest bit.

And that's truly when I realize we are each other's sunshine after long dark.

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sunshine for the bingo? :]

BINGO. also technically this is the second time but the first was so tiny it doesnt count. after this

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Helle knew they would have to let go of Beck and begin cleaning up at some point. The entire place was wrecked, and it hurt their heart to know they'd just managed to do a bit of tidying up a week or so prior. Wasted effort.

They glanced towards the bodies and the blood seeping into the carpet, and they just knew all of it was soaked, both the fabric and the wood below. Was it ruined now? Were they going to have to call someone to redo the entire floor? Surely not. Surely, it could be salvaged...

They groaned in frustration. Okay. They just had to start.

"Will you actually stay in my bedroom this time if I bring you back?" they asked gently, already scooping Beck up before he could've answered.

"I'm sorry for leaving," he muttered. "I got so... so worried."

"Yes, yes, because I am wholly incapable of defending myself. What would I do without the help of a runt?" They pushed the door open and carried him inside, then took a calming breath. "Never do it again, yes? I will not praise you for disobeying me, if that is what you were hoping for."

Beck looked up at them with teary eyes. "I don't– I don't want praise, I was just... I was hoping maybe you'd... you'd forgive me for it, if I ended up being useful..."

"I do forgive you. But I need you to promise you will never do such a thing again."

He slowly nodded, his expression full of guilt and the pain of rejection. He must've felt so heroic in that moment when the stake had hit him, knowing he'd likely saved their life, and now here they were, scolding him for it. But they didn't need to encourage something as stupid as heroism. Self-sacrifice. What good did that ever do? Beck was way too willing to get himself killed, and with his abilities, it'd become a reality sooner than later if they were to indulge him.

"I promise, Master. I'm sorry."

"Good." They walked over to their closet and picked out a shirt, then tore off a strip of fabric. Then another. Then one more. They didn't want to go and get the actual bandages until all the windows were covered up again, and they didn't want Beck completely soaking the bed until then either. This seemed like a reasonable compromise, and something that would hold him over until he healed. They had too many shirts anyway.

He looked more than grateful to be patched up by them, mumbling thank yous all the way through. "I can help with cleaning," he said eagerly. "Once– once it doesn't hurt as much–"

"I am counting on that. Your family made a mess of this place."

He winced. "I'm sorry. I'll... I'll come help as soon as I can, Master."

-

Annoying. So annoying. So many little glass shards to pick up. So many corpses to throw into a pile by the front door. So many layers of clothing to put on so they wouldn't get burned. They could've waited for nightfall, sure, but they didn't want to spend their night doing this.

Helle huffed as they tried to put another ripped off curtain rod back in place, securing it with regular nails and a hammer. They didn't own a fucking drill, they never thought they'd need it. And this was the easier part, too. Hanging up the curtains themselves was a major pain in the ass, and they were not looking forward to it.

They went window by window, holding at least three nails in their mouth at all times. They were so immersed in their work that they didn't even hear as the bedroom door opened and closed, nor the soft patter of feet drawing nearer and nearer.

"The bleeding stopped," Beck announced sheepishly, almost startling them enough to fall off the ladder; but instead they ended up letting go of the half-secured curtain to steady themself, letting in the last rays of the evening sun as it swung to the side.

Beck let out a bloodcurdling scream as the light hit his sensitive body, and Helle jumped off the ladder without thinking to pull him into the shadows. "What on earth is wrong with you?" they snapped, desperate to cover up their horror and nausea with righteous anger. "Your only job for the night was to stay away from goddamn trouble! Is that really so difficult?"

The poor thing was crying and whimpering from the pain, his hands, neck, and face burnt and twitchy. Helle was pretty sure he couldn't even see with his eyes having gotten such a direct hit — he was probably blind for the moment.

"I– I'm sorry– I'm sorry–"

"Oh, be quiet." They wanted to strangle him. They wanted to throw him against the wall and hear his ribs crack. They really wished their stupid, idiotic, overzealous, overexcited puppy of a vampire servant could've resisted the urge to throw himself in harm's way for just two seconds. "What did I tell you? What the hell did I tell you? I told you to stay in the goddamn bedroom."

Beck whined, so pitiful that Helle couldn't stand it. They shoved his burnt body further into the darker parts of the room, letting him stumble and fall when he failed to find a single thing to hold onto. Not that it would've helped, given how ruined his hands were. "I'm sorry," he repeated brokenly, staring at nothing with those stupid doe eyes of his. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry–"

"Quiet."

He flinched and curled in on himself, sobbing, making it impossible not to draw a comparison to when...

"I apologise!" they cried for the hundredth time, body covered in lashes and fresh burns. They couldn't stop trying every time the lady pulled them away from that terrifying, poisonous patch of sunshine in the hallway, whenever they got a moment of reprieve and they weren't just screaming incoherently. "Please, forgive me–"

She pushed them forward again, plunging most of their upper body into the light to sizzle and melt like wax.

Beck tried to weep as quietly as he could, afraid of being punished further than he'd already punished himself by accident. They shook their head a little, dispelling the memory.

"I shall draw you a cold bath after I have finished the work," they said coldly. "Do try to writhe as little as possible; burned skin cracks and tears quite easily."

~

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La Seduction Vengeance // Part One.

content warnings; loss, murder, gun violence, blood.

My throat was dry. The skin under my eyes was sore, red from the crying and the wiping tears away. Ears ringing from the rhythmic beeping of the ventilator. The muscles under my knuckles were aching from the rhythmic stroking of the back of his hand. It was supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take.

The air was thick for December, snowflakes seeming molten as sweat poured from both mine and my father's brows. I was tiptoeing on the top step of our ladder, leaning over with a hammer and nail to secure the last line of warm yellow lights to our porch. Every year, our house was the brightest in the street; drawing in vistors from the town over to awe at our display of festivity. Smiles and cheers sounded out as my dad sucker punched a cartoonishly large red button at the front of our house, the entire home and a quarter of the street lighting up a mixture of warm yellow and white. One year, my dad was awarded a town recognition trophy, the gold still shining on our mantelpiece in between photos of my dad and I throughout the years. The beginning of December was rolling around again and there wasn't enough homemade hot chocolate and Christmas bark to satiate the festive feeling that flowed through our home.

"Hey Dad, I'm gonna need another nail! I think it's the last one!" I yelled down to where my dad had his left foot bear down on the bottom step of the ladder, subtly ensuring my safety as he reached down into his toolbox. Suddenly, there was a popping sound from the street over, piquing my dad and I's interest for a moment. He listened carefully, digging into the toolbox as the popping stopped. Smiling up at me with his dimpled cheeks, pink from the snow; he leaned up to hand me another nail as I climbed down a couple of steps to reach it. But I never got the nail.

There it was. The loudest pop I've ever heard sounded, my dad twisting and contorting to the ground with a thump as he lay face down in the powdered ground. I didn't even scream, silence spilling from my open lips as I watched the snow stain red underneath his chest, my legs wobbling as I jumped down from the ladder and fell to my knees beside him. Tires screeching away almost pulled my attention from my bleeding father before me but not enough. It was almost a blur between rolling him over, seeing pain etched on his snow-bitten face and now this; sitting at his bed-side after the nurses had advised me it would be best to switch him off. I'd sat in the hospital room alone, no one but the mechanical Santa in the corner of the room to cry to. His jolly face patronised me as I signed papers to confirm I was somewhat okay with sending him over to his next venture.

"I promise. I promise." had been a chant I'd mumbled to his unresponsive ears, kissing his forehead and swearing on my own life that I would find who took him from me, who made the song 'Rockin' around the Christmas Tree' like the theme of a horror movie, who made any flake and flurry of snow feel like I was being drowned in the blood I'd stared at for hours even long after it had turned paler and paler with new drifts of snow atop it. Whoever it was, that took my only love, my safety, my guardian away would be in the sincerest from of punished. And as I cried another few tears and squeezed his hand tightly, he was gone. The dull beeping of his flatline rang through my head like tinnitus for months.

Snow - blinding white light that I could only hope my father passed through - melted away, daffodils blooming around the porch of what was now my house. Twenty-four and home alone, in a house made for two. As soon as the temprature raised high enough that I could sit on the porch swing without shivering, I stayed on it as long as I could, sleeping on it, eating, staring at the vast land of the town and people-watching. Always watching. Dog-walkers, joggers, young best friends that you could just tell would be friends until they were grey and lovers. Everyone seeming relatively colourful, and me? Monochrome, dark grey and festering. It wasn't until the humid beginning of summer, when barbecue smoke filled the air and that all too familiar crime rate started rising again that I heard it.

A black SUV patrolled our streets, a young man probably around my age peering out of the window at each house and making sure no-one was acting up. He seemed harmless, inept and in no position to be so authoritative; but from what I'd heard he was some kind of nepo-officer. He was new, whether his dad was old and retiring and he was taking over, I didn't know. But he wasn't from this town. Nobody drove an SUV around here. 4pm, every day came the out-of-place car, slowing down and the young man with the big green chunky vape came peering along. Only this time, it was different.

Curled up under a blanket on the porch swing, I had my dad's oversized grey hoodie pulled up around my head, shielding me from any unwanted interactions. I sipped a tea and looked over the rim of the 'Best Dad Ever' mug at my opposite neighbour, Darcy's house. She was a frail old lady, but a heart of gold beat in her chest. She hobbled over to my porch every day after my dad died, bringing over cookies, pot roasts, fruit baskets. The same pitiful twinkle in her eyes as she saw the colour drain from my face every time she headed over. She was kind, and watching me grow from an innocent baby girl in my father's arms to this; traumatised young woman with no motivation or life left in me. She became an indirect guardian, leaving voicemails of encouragement every morning for the day ahead. So now when I saw her looking worried through her bedroom window, I sat up a little. Her face peered through her net curtains, garnering my attention as she pointed downwards towards the floor. It was 4pm, the SUV conveniently rolling down the end of our street, just as two masked assailants burst from Darcy's door, running with knives and bags full of what I assumed was her valuables. But I couldn't focus on that, nor could I focus on Darcy's tear-streamed shaken face in her window. All I could focus on was the loud screeching of the SUV tires as it turned it's sirens on and sped up to drive after the attackers.

That screeching. Surely not. My dad barely killed a fly in his life, let alone committed a crime. A police officer would have no right shooting him down and especially for no reason. But the sounds from the trauma had accumulated, storing in my brain like a painful playlist. It was the same raw, rubbery screech. And so I sat up, taking mental note to check in on Darcy how she checked in on me, but first; talk to whoever the smug nicotine-addicted prick was that patrolled our streets and drove that SUV.

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[maxwell-grant]

So, as a lover of superheroes, supervillains, super-science ETC, i've had Venture Bros on the mind recently, for reasons that should be obvious, and my mind has run into an intersting question I kinda want to pick your brain on: Why does Venture Bros work. Like, it's a show that is absurdly cynical and dark and bleak. It's comedically dark, but sitll dark. Downright mean-spirited a lot of the time. And normally, I find that kind of cynicism very dull, but...For some reason, here it feels like it works. Maybe it's just the sense of affection, of real love for classic 60s cartoons and superhero comics sprinkled throughout, but...I don't know, it feels like it should make me as angry as something like Velma does but it just doesn't. I don't know why. ANy thoughts

I said as much that a lot of that has to do with the fact that the show stuck around, and the characters were developed so vividly, that the creators had to answer the "...okay, so now what?" process, that usually stops those kinds of mean dark parodies right on their tracks when they run out of cheap shots to take. But honestly, going back and rewatching it? Venture Bros was always going to go there, the whole Jonny Quest parody thing just did not last past Season One, hell you could argue it didn't even really last past the pilot or midway through S1. By episode one of Season 2, the show had gestated into it's own thing. The show was allowed to grow, and change, and develop. It got to move past itself and say goodbye to old favorite ideas and say hello to new ones, it got to breathe new life into itself with the soft-reboot of Season 6 and keep being so much more with every new season.

The artbook goes into this quite a lot, actually, with Jackson talking about how Venture Bros started as a one-off gag observation about how Jonny Quest ripped off Tom Swift, and then became a concept when he realized he could fit all of his unused ideas for The Tick and superhero parodies and weird comic ideas. He and Doc Hammer actually specifically address how the parody element faded and why:

I like the pilot. It isn't the show that we made. but I like the pilot. The pilot was made with a different concept. I can watch it and not tie it into Venture Bros. I can go, "Okay, here are these characters in their first bid for comedy,", and it had moments when we both said, "Yes, we will perpetuate these moments. This is who these characters are." And it had moments of single-beat pilot jumps. It was fine. It was not the show that we kept writing, because we couldn't.

There's something about a straight parody that I think has a cap. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe people can write a parody forever, but I think you can only make so many jokes on one thing for a certain amount of time before you go, "We have to develop the world that these people are in.". It needs a revolving door.

You would need to approach it like Harvey Birdman, which said, "We're going to take every character we can get a license for, bring them onto the show, and have them do their thing in our world so we can demystify all the characters you remember from your childhood". It's a great straight-up parody. But if you take Sealab 2021 - that had nothing to do with the original. They took these drawings, and they said, "These are totally different people. We're going to give them their own different world, their own language, characters", and that worked.

We were leaning towards that. Venture Bros was even weirder because we said, "Let's make this world rock solid and deep and long and have just an abundance of information. Let's have the jokes come from everywhere, and the speed is hard to keep up with. You have to watch it twice". And that was nothing that Jackson and I talked about. Let's make this smart, rich and meaningful, and hope that other people have our sensibility and eventually get it. - Doc Hammer, Go Team Venture!: The Art and Making of The Venture Bros.

There's even this quote from Jackson regarding one of the earliest attempts made in trying to figure out the show's look and design where it was supposed to be animated in CG at Will Vinton Studios, and it was intended to look gorgeous as well as outrageously expensive and within six months everyone aboard had left and Jackson's time in The Tick was up so he had to get production on the new thing moving along. And he describes what wound up being a pretty effective summation of the show post-animation bump;

"Screw the bad-on-purpose sixties Marvel thing. Screw irony. Isn't it way more subversive to do this smart-ass, darkish comedy but have every aspect of it look gorgeous?

That's what got me thinking that it's way cooler to make things well and beautiful than to try to make them crappy on purpose - Jackson Publick, Go Team Venture!: The Art and Making of The Venture Bros.

Most if not everything that makes the show work, that makes it's character work, you can trace pretty directly from that process, of where the show started versus where it ended. It's Rusty Venture becoming a more complicated character and less of a mean caricature. It's Brock Samson needing things to do besides being the action badass who kills armies of disposable henchmen, and the show needing to move past him and make him so much more as a person. It's in how the show was originally conceived in a villain-of-the-week format and The Monarch was a throwaway gag character for the pilot, but The Monarch's defined personality and shtick worked well enough that it made it much easier and more rewarding for them to just go back to him for most episodes, until he wormed his way into becoming the show's other protagonist. It's Hank and Dean growing past literally and textually interchangeable and disposable Hardy Boys pastiches into actual people, distinct people, people who can carry their own plotlines and take center stage and actually be The Venture Brothers as something more than just a throwaway gag concept.

I'm certainly not saying it works for everyone, or that it works 100% of the time, again rewatching the show is putting a lot into perspective for me and a lot of jokes kinda did just age abysmally, but the show knows what it's doing enough to skirt by and avoid a lot of catastrophic pitfalls that usually happen with similar projects.

And really I'd say the main reason it works is, and it's never really just one reason, is because it was, and is, a painstaking labor of love founded on a marriage by two geeks (I'm not even exaggerating, that's how the two described their partnership at least a few times) shooting the shit at a treefort for nights on end, getting to do all these dumb voices that you only get to do with friends, laboring extensively for years on making this thing they'd created the best that it possibly could be, something they put all of themselves into again and again. It's them making a dozen different comedy duos voiced by themselves and finding ways to make each distinct so they can fit in all these dumb and lovely little conversations and skits, it's that combination of their skills and preferences and even disagreements. It's got that Asterix thing where the work is so inseparably intertwined with the partnership that made it, that the work's growth over time is tied to.

So honestly the best way I can summarize why I think the Venture Bros works is because it was 19 years of Jackson Pollock and Doc Hammer at AstroBase doing exactly this, just replace the cartoon sound effects with deep cut pop culture riffs and in-depth earnest extrapolations of why the comic books and cartoons they love and obsess about are deeply stupid on a fundamental level and why this something great that you can spin endless stories and scenes out of, actually no keep the over-the-top battle sound effects, those are equally important.

"Jackson and I, we'd go every day and talk and laugh and get to know each other and not even talk about the show, but just find out what our sensibilites were. It was like the process of falling in love"

We played darts and made up these little skits, much of it became The Venture Bros. It was all kind of based around this idea that Aquaman and Black Manta were not who they were but people that were much chattier and more social. It's almost like what The Monarch and Dr Venture became, actual people that have these bizarre jobs: chaser and chasee. This strange bureaucratic relationship with the paradigm of villain and hero.

I'm a goofball and name shit. Of course I named my studio. We took over the place and AstroBase as this entity - a really filthy fucking painting studio - became a creative tree fort. Owning the AstroBase is one of the things that made The Venture Bros.

A place where we could go at two in the morning and scream at the top of our lungs that had nothing to do with commerce. It was a clubhouse. A pure idiot invention. And if we wanted to stay up all night making costumes or rubber swords, we just did. - Doc Hammer - Doc Hammer, Go Team Venture!: The Art and Making of The Venture Bros.

#replies tag #the venture bros #the venture brothers #jackson pollock #doc hammer #adult swim #man that movie rekindled my fixation at maybe the worst time #or maybe the best idk

[nextinline-if]

Hello Vi ☺️

Has anyone asked about the fake-out make-out scenario yet? I hope you have an amazing day 💛

Hi Anon! ☺️

I let your ask sit for a longgggg while, sorry anon. <3 forgive me pls.

I'm going to do Constantine today and do a different one tomorrow, etc! I'll just reblog and add :)

warning: kissing, touching, etc! (I think these are obvious but!)

uhm okay so I've never written one of these, idk if I did okay or if this wasn't 100% matching the scenario, hopefully I didn't break any rules? lol okay bye

Constantine (MC initiates)

You glance back over your shoulder, meeting Constantine's eyes as you force your feet to move. He shakes his head. "Don't stop running," he replies roughly.

You never excepted a visit to the capital to turn into a coup attempt. How did they know you were going to be here? It's only been four months since your brother abdicated and this was an unannounced outing.

You force the thoughts away and turn the corner, your footsteps pounding against the cobblestone. Up ahead, the doors to a brothel are open. You can hear the sounds of pleasure and poetry. You urge your feet forward and make for the entrance. "Follow me," you shout without looking.

Constantine's brows furrow but he does as you command. He'd follow you into a fire - a brothel isn't so different, is it?

You grab his hand as soon as he crosses the threshold, weaving you both around sweaty bodies full of intoxication and anticipation.

Once in the corner, you face each other, neither able to speak as you attempt to catch your breath. You start taking off his armor. "What are you doing?" He looks nervous as his eyes glance around, but he doesn't move to stop you.

You laugh softly, drawing his piercing blue gaze back to your face. "Your armor isn't exactly inconspicuous."

He nods. "You think they'll check in here?"

"You trust me, right?" You throw the last piece of armor behind the settee as heavy footsteps hammer their way toward the brothel.

"Of course," he says, swallowing hard.

"Good," you reply, pushing him into a seat. His eyes widen and he opens his mouth but you climb on top of him as the rebels stream through the door. There's no time to think so you crash your lips against his.

Your heart hammers in your ears. If they find you, at least you can say you went out with the feeling of his lips on yours. With the comfort of his hand in your hair, pulling you closer. Not that you care about any of that. But everyone should die in peace, right?

If this wasn't life or death, you'd almost believe he wants this. You'd almost believe you want this.

Focus, you tell yourself. Focus on the environment, not his rough lips gently caressing yours.

You can hear the lyre again and the sounds of lovers returning to their activities so you pull away. Your lungs needed air regardless. Constantine stares at you for a moment and you stare back.

"Uhm, thank you," you blurt out.

He tilts his head, "Thank...you?"

Your eyes widen and you move away, turning away to grab his armor. "For trusting me. I'm sorry for...that. I needed to get them off our trail." You take a breath, steeling your face before turning around to hand him his armor.

He takes it quickly, his face giving nothing away. "It was a brilliant plan, Your Highness."

Neither of you speaks until you reach the castle to alert the others of your escape.

#also hope you have an amazing day #sweet anon <3 #constantine dimas #fake out make out

[rosslynchsslut]

Security Guard

Just a little fluffy meeting FF. Hope yall like it!

Warnings: Use of Y/n, Fluff, language? , self-insert

Y/N's POV

I work at Build-A-Bear workshop at a mall, and I have been for 3 years. Some might tell me to get a real job, but I like it here. I love the people that come in and out of the store. Even the bratty kids who tug on their parents' fingers to take them elsewhere. But, aside from the customers I love my coworkers. I often talk to other store employees and I feel like I have a tight bond with the security guards here. Most of them are friendly or have a great sense of humor. The only one I don't know is the younger one (around my age) who just got hired a couple months ago. He seems like the "leave-me-the-fuck-alone" type. He's cute though, from what I've seen and I bet he has a great smile. The ones who never use it always do.

Mike's POV

Coming into work that morning, I thought it was going be another boring ass day. "An easy day". That's what I thought. I was making my second rounds around the mall for the day when I saw some guy bolting from the Build-A-Bear store, a small white bear in his hand. A girl from the store is halfway out of the store, calling after him but knowing she can't catch him. She can't, but I know I can. So I do my job, I sprint after the asshole to both do my job and maybe hope to impress her a little.

" STOP! HEY, STOP!" I call out. It doesn't take long to catch up with him being drunk in all. I grab him by his collar, and he swings a fist. I dodge it but lose balance and we go tumbling into the large dazzling fountain in the mall center. We're both wet (the bear too) and I've just about had it and am about to cram my fist in this fucker's face before another security guard comes over and states he'll take it from here. God, I'm thankful for his perfect timing because I can't afford to lose this job. I pick up the wet bear from the water and wring it out as best I can, but I know it isn't a salvageable thing. I have to give it back to the store though, but mainly I finally found an excuse to talk to the hot girl that works there. As I walk over, she's leaning in the entrance of the store and I feel my heart hammering in my chest. Damn it.

Y/N's POV

I see the guard coming over, the bear seeming small in his hand. He's practically dripping from his little excursion. He's standing before me way too soon, and introducing himself.

"Hi," he says. "Here's your bear." He hands me the wet bear, and I'm reluctant to take it. But, when I do our hands touch and I think I see his breath hitch but I might've imagined it."He's uh- A little beat up, but he should be fine." I can't help the small laugh that escapes,

"Thank you, I appreciate it." I make a little disgusted face at the state of the bear and he notices.

"Hey, take it easy on him. It's not everyday you almost get kidnapped, its traumatic." His voice is soft as he jokes. I raise a pierced eyebrow,

"Are you... flirting with my bear," Glance "Mike?" I tease, and he smiles a little causing me to return the smile immediately. I knew it, his smile is gorgeous.

"What, no!" He protests in fake offense, causing me to laugh. I take note of his dripping hair,

"Do you want a towel?" I offer, 1. To get him dry, I don't want him to catch a cold, and 2. Because he's fine as he'll and I want to draw out talking with him as long as possible.

"What?"

"A to-wel." I say, sounding it out and motioning to his whole body. (I feel like a douchebag immediately afterwards.)

"Oh, yeah. Sure."

Mike's POV

God, I felt stupid when she held the door open for me, "Come on inside." She said. I liked her and didn't wanna ruin this, so I stepped inside. Obviously not quick enough because she picked up on my hesitancy and asked quietly, "Hey, you okay?" Her voice was gentle, and she touched my arm to reinforce her concern.

"Yeah, of course." I try it make it as convincing as I can, but her almond-shaped brown eyes are still staring at me, questioning. I give her my best "I'm good" smile and for extra measure pat a nearby bears head.

"Okay," she says finally, repenting. "I'll go get you that towel." I must've looked as froggy as I felt because before she left she adds, "Please don't run away on me," with a smile so sweet it could give me a toothache.

"I'll be right here," I reassure her. She finally walks off, but not before muttering something to her coworker. I wander around the store, but sticking close to the windows. Afterall, I'm still on duty.

Y/N's POV

I'm relieved to find Mike right where I left him, except he's staring out the window. "Here's that towel," I say to get his attention before handing it to him. Its a cute red towel with an airplane on it, but he looks at it as though I just showed him some sort of a corpse. But, he takes it and gives me a little nod of appreciation. As he dries himself of I hear him mutter, "Abby would love it in here." Curiosity and fear flood me. Is Abby a girlfriend?

"Abby is.." I inquire, righting the position of a purple bear on a shelf.

"Oh, she's my little sister." He tells me, and I feel guilt tickle my stomach. Of course. He hands the towel back to me and adds, "She's the best." That warmed my heart, I've always wanted a little sister.

"You should bring her in sometime, I could make her one." I say, hoping he'll get the hint that I want to get to know him more. He just shrugs. Really?

"I need to get back to work." He says, walking to the exit door. My heart sinks a little, but I know he has responsibilities.

"Yeah, okay." I can't hide the disappointment in my voice. "Thanks though for keeping our shopping- Shit, I forget the word," this brings a little laugh from him. "Thanks for keeping the mall safe Officer." I joke and give him a little smile. He replies with a quiet 'whatever'.

Mike's POV

There's a moment of silence after she say her joke, and right then I want to kiss her really badly. But, I don't. Instead I say, "Well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, okay." She sounds so disappointed and now I feel like an asshole. But she smiles, and I smile back. (I haven't smiled so often in forever.) "Bye." She says quietly.

"Bye." I say before quickly turning around to leave.

Y/N's POV

As soon as he's out the door, I turn around and look at my coworker. "He's literally so fucking fine, dude." I say and she laughs. "No, he's literally-" My words are cut short as I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I spin around on my heel and its Mike. Fuck.

"Sorry to interrupt," God damn it, he heard me. "But I needed to give you something." He hands me a piece of paper, and he looks nervous. I love that I made him shy. He says a quick bye again, and he's actually gone from the store this time. I unfold the piece of paper and do a little celebration dance. On it in a messy hand is his phone number and underneath his name. I guess I'm gonna be meeting Abby.

~Thanks for Reading y'all.~

100 likes celebration😭💙

#fanfic #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt x you #mike fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf movie #mike schmidt fluff #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x you #josh hutcherson fluff #jhutch

[cleoselene]

All The Concerts!

my mom wrote down every concert she's ever been to and it's a LOT, like in the triple digits

and it got me thinking if I could name every concert I've ever been to? I am fearful I might forget some tho my MS memory sucks but here goes:

New Kids on the Block

Boyz II Men/MC Hammer

Tori Amos (x7)

Switchblade Symphony

KMFDM with Nivek Ogre

VNV Nation (x2)

Air Supply (x2)

Terri Clark (lol I hated country when my family dragged me to this one, I was in my peak Snob Goth era)

Garth Brooks (happened much later when I had learned to embrace country)

Peter Cetera

Sarah McLachlan

The Editors

Radiohead (i hated this hahah, it was so fucking boring like their music. My friend bought the tickets and I had hoped seeing them live would make it click. It did not. I was bored and cold because it was raining in Seattle)

Coldplay (was so much better than Radiohead, seethe snobby indie rock fans)

Regina Spektor

The Decemberists (literally the worst concert I've ever seen. Again I did not buy the tickets but my friend who liked going to indie rock shows always bought two tickets in hopes of getting a date and I was her backup if she didn't. To be clear even though this and Radiohead sucked, I did have a great time with my friend both times)

Cake

George Clinton & Parliament Funkadelic

Puscifer

Barry Manilow

ummm now I'm drawing a blank but I KNOW I've been to more shows and the stupid brain damage is making me forget. I've always been to see a fuck ton of tribute bands at this supper club, and tbh they were almost all really good. The Pink Floyd one especially. Also lol in middle school once this club I was in had a band come perform and they were like... a hair metal Christian band that took mainstream rock songs like "Living on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi and changed the lyrics to like... "LIVING 'CAUSE I PRAAYYYY" and it was fucking hilarious. It's driving me crazy tho because I know there are more actual real concerts I am forgetting -_-

so i guess if you count all the artists I saw multiple times, it comes to... *maths* 28 concerts? Which tbh does not feel like nearly enough.

on the bucket list:

Vienna Teng

Brandi Carlile

Portishead (lol this will never happen but a girl can dream)

Beyoncé

Taylor Swift

TOOL

A Perfect Circle

The Amazing Devil (which is somehow even less likely than Portishead)

SO I'LL MAKE THIS A MEME. Tell me which concerts you've been to, and tell me which concerts you feel like you MUST see before you die. @deathinthesun @an-ivy-covered-summer @swiftzeldas @sylvieons and whoever else wants to do it~

I did get Taylor tickets last year HOWEVER they were... beyond atrocious, the seats. Like, upper upper deck, BEHIND the stage with like no visibility, not even of the screens, because again: BEHIND. I had like three people trying to get tickets that day and 2/3 of us failed but my friend succeeded and she was like "do you want me to buy these? they're upper deck" and I was like yeah yeah that's okay! We can look at the screens! And then I saw the "OBSTRUCTED VISIBILITY" thing and looked at the layout and I was like...kind of devastated, honestly? It's really hard for me to do an outing like that physically, it was outdoors in April (which translates to HOT in Florida) and I just didn't see myself able to endure 5 or 6 hours at minimum in the heat without like, passing out and dying. Not to mention I'm still really scared of being in a large space with that many people because my disease-modifying drug destroys most of my immune system. I ended up selling them, and... buying my vinyl collection lol. Taylor got a lot of that money again because I bought a lot of her records. I'm kind of bummed that maybe I missed my chance forever, but again, I don't think I could have physically swung it. Plus, of the three nights she did Tampa, the show I was supposed to go to had meh surprise songs while the other 2 nights had AMAZING ones, so I know I would have been salty about that too. ONE DAY THO.

#music #meme

[theoryfan205]

Hidden surprise in the caverns

About 724 words, my entry for dqb2ber! I was gonna draw something but the words came to me like magic, so you get a fic!

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"can I open my eyes yet?"

Acorn asked curiously, quite eager to see where they were going, she and malroth had decided to visit khrumbul dun again to check up on all their friends, though suddenly malroth had covered her eyes and declared he was taking her somewhere and she wasn't allowed to peek.

"That's the tenth time you've asked that! No, we're not there yet, but we should be close, so get ready!"

Perhaps she was being a bit impatient, but can you blame her? They were walking around the mines of khrumbul dun for about 30 minutes now, and malroth seemed so excited to take her somewhere, she couldn't help but get her hopes up and imagine all the possibilities, did he find another temple full of puzzles and treasure? Or perhaps a hidden cave that revealed more old mineshafts? Oh! What if they found a hidden underground civilization, full of people who got lost down here and started a society?!

She was getting excited thinking at all the possibilities, what kind of builds would a cavern society have she wonders, perhaps buildings made inside of the walls? She tried that once, it didn't go as planned and malroth helped her take it down, that was a fun memory, maybe she could learn how to do it this time!

Her thoughts were interrupted as malroth stopped walking and pulled her to a stop, stopping her from going any further, curiously she tilted her head up towards where she presumed he was, even if she couldn't see she still tried to anyway without peeking, he let out a hearty laugh and patted at her back, she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Okay! We're finally here, so you can stop asking and take a look!"

Excitedly, she peeked out to see where he took them, and that's when she saw...

Crystals. it was a wide massive cavern, like a giant bubble, and there were crystals all over the walls, full of every shade she could imagine, red, blue, green, she could see yellows and oranges, pinks and purples, her mouth went agape as she saw it all, every crystal twinkling with beauty, it was... amazing!

"Malroth! Look at this! Look at all these gems! Imagine what I could build with this! Oh how'd you find this place? How'd you find the time?"

Malroth was interrupted from watching his builder's amazed expression while she gazed at the sights, his own expression breaking as she turned suddenly to ask him the question, that's his builder, always excited for new ways to build, he confidently crossed his arms and stood straight, puffing his chest out like a particularly happy bird as he answered.

"Well, I might have had a little help, Babs actually sent a letter a few weeks ago saying how digby discovered this place while looking for more ore veins, they didn't have much use for gems so... we figured you'd like it and use it more then they could, of course, I knew that you'd be able to make anything you wanted with this so obviously it was my idea"

She giggled at that, her face twisting into her trademark dopey smile, within a few seconds she had thrown herself at him, hugging him tightly and quietly murmuring "thank you" over and over again, he knows she's really excited, he knows his builders habits and quirks like the back of his hand.

It doesn't take long for acorn to quickly let go, he won't admit that he felt a bit disappointed at that, she quickly turns around and jumps down more into the cavern, hammer out at the ready with her dopey smile on her face.

"C'mon malroth! You gotta help me gather some of these up- is that a white one?!"

Even her shouts out to him sound a bit quiet, the echoey nature of the cavern helps the noise reach his ears, with a hefty chuckle he drops down two, quickly running up to catch up to his excited builder, who's already excitedly smashing a few chunks of crystal to gather it's ore, the way the light reflecting from the crystals gathers on her face as she smashes them... malroth can confidently tell Babs later that he's found a sight that's far prettier then a bunch of multicoloured rocks.

#dqb2 #dqb2 malroth #dqb2 builder #dqb2ber2023 #dqb2ber crystals #dragon quest builders 2 #malroth #dragon quest builders 2 malroth #dragon quest builders 2 builder

[wanderingjedi77]

Mon Mothma x Fem!Reader (Spies)

Summary: You and your long-time friend Mon Mothma must pose as a couple to gain info on Admiral Yularan of the ISB. But you didn't expect to fall in love along the way.

You hadn't been surprised when Mon had asked for your help with this mission. You were good with people and had a way of figuring things out between the lines that Mon admired. Even envied at times. But you were surprised at the way you would have to appear.

Married. To you're best friend Mon.

You had felt nervous at the thought of pretending to be her wife. You had never really thought much about your crush on her before. She was married after all, until she wasn't. But Mon had never really shown anything overly affection in her manner towards you.

Until tonight, when you had met nearby and were set to arrive at Admiral Yularans Gala. It wasn't that extravagant, but he liked to draw attention to himself and his exploits, and this was the best way to do it.

You sighed, your dress feeling a little too tight as you walked next to Mon, eying the other couples and the soon to be couples. It felt awkward. Mon was only recently divorced, though she had heard rumors that someone had caught her eye.

You wondered it she had ever considered you and smiled at the thought of her turning down every other suitor knocking at her door.

"What's wrong?" Mon asks, frowning a little at your smile. "What are you up to?"

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten remarried." You quip.

Mon smirked. "Yes, because suitors are lining up at my door since I divorced my husband."

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that anymore, Mon." You wiggle your fingers at her to show your ring. "We're married now remember?"

Mon rolled her eyes with a smile and took your hand, lacing your fingers together. She started to walk down the steps into the entrance way, keeping a firm hold on you.

"I think you're cutting off the circulation in my hand." You joke, and Mon squeezes it gently.

"I'll make it up to you later, dear." Mon leaned over and purred in your ear. You blush and look away, but hope that she means what she says.

"Okay. Later. When we were alone." You reply quickly, trying not to jump away. Why was she acting like this? You didn't want Mon to overdo it just for show.

You move closer to Mon as you stop to look at the ISB officers nearby. You had an in, you're mother had worked for the ISB for years but could never figure out her daughter had turned Rebel. Being with Mon was a risk, but not something you were worried about.

"You don't actually believe he will give up information that simply do you?" Mon asks you softly.

"No. Not at all. It's his reactions I'm looking for." You answer with a smirk.

"You never change do you." Mon says, but there's a fondness to her voice that makes you shiver.

"No. Not even for you." You answer, and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Mon watches you, and you hesitate from the look of fire in her eyes before you look away.

"Let's go." You tell her firmly and walk over to the group of ISB agents and their partners. You smiled your way in, and stand near Yularan, not close enough to where he can see you, but close enough to listen.

"Project stardust is well on its way. The Empire is more then capable of keeping its citizens safe."

"But what is it?"

"Top secret. Not even Lord Vader knows. Or so he has said."

"But the Rebels-"

"Will be dealt with swiftly. They will fear the Empire like never before."

You pull Mon away from the conversation, heart hammering and wanting to leave. The whole situation felt wrong, not just the way he had been speaking to the crowd. You waited until you could get Mon into a darkened alcove near the entrance and pulled her in tightly, no one paying you any mind.

"What's wrong? You look sick y/n." Mon reached out and cupped your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist.

"Whatever that project is, it sounds like it's strong enough to take us out." You whisper, feeling awful and leaning into her touch. Mon searches your gaze and nods.

"Then we need to do some more digging." Mon answers quietly. "But first, we need to get you home."

"We need to get more info-"

"Do not argue with me." Mon whispers fiercely. "You're not well, y/n." You sigh and nod against her.

"It's more of a feeling." You admit.

"I trust you." Mon answers softly, and you meet her gaze. She shifts closer, and her hand moves to the back of your neck.

"I know, Mon. I trust you, too." You admit. "I wouldn't have agreed to this mission, or our rendezvous with a fake marriage if I didn't." You wrap your arms around her and settle them around her waist.

"Good. I don't need to lose you." Mon leans closer, and you feel her warm breath on your lips.

"No." You reply. "You'd be too bored." You try to grin, and try to ignore the fact that your heart is going a million miles an hour. "Mon-"

She kisses you, and you feel her push you back into the wall, further enclosed by darkness. It's quiet, and her heart beats in your ears even after she pulls away.

"That was -" You blush, and look at her shyly as she leans in again.

"Home. Now." Mon orders against your lips.

You didn't dare disobey a direct order.

#mon mothma x fem!reader #mon mothma x reader #mon mothma #star wars #star wars x reader #i hope you like it

[masterwords]

Be Mine

Summary: Hotch is a sucker for Valentine's Day. He's' also got it bad for Derek.

Words: 970

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Note: ALL FLUFF. Just soft soft soft times. Super short and very sweet. Happy Valentine's Day to everyone!

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“Valentine's Day is a scam,” Emily groaned, spinning her chair until she faced Spencer, hoping for a little back-up. Usually he was good for that, equipped with some bizarrely specific facts to prove her point. Except he didn't really pay any attention to her, he was holding a crisp white envelope in his hand, Hotch's chicken scratch in capital letters written in black ink that was bleeding into the fibers of the paper like little veins. “Right? Just lining the pockets of fat cat CEOs at Hallmark.”

Emily hadn't been on the team long, so she didn't know. She had no way of knowing that the card she found on her desk this morning from Hotch that bore on the front of it one spritely gray tabby kitten with huge blue eyes and read “Got You This Just Be-claws” was the result of at least an hour spent in the greeting card aisle of the supermarket. Possibly more than one supermarket. He was very particular. And Spencer's “You Light Me Up” card with a simple drawing of a lightbulb, JJ's soccer ball that said “I Get a Kick Out of You”, an elegant little watercolor of a bird for Gideon or a vintage car for Rossi...specially chosen. Not a spur of the moment decision, these were purchased well in advance. He never wrote anything inside of them save for his name. Just Hotch, right there beneath whatever clever little saying might be printed on the inside.

"And the wax seals, really?" She scrunched her nose and picked at the thick white wax with what little was left of her fingernails. "It's a little much."

"We had a case in New Jersey where the seal on envelopes was laced with LSD," Spencer answered quietly, peeling his envelope slowly open so he didn't crumble the wax. He liked the feel of it, the ornate foliage in the center of it, how romantic and old-fashioned it was. Hotch's home office was well-stocked with stationary for letter writing, correspondence with ink and paper. The two of them had that in common.

Emily stared in disbelief...this job never ceased to horrify her.

"Yeah, okay. That makes sense. But the cards are still cheesy. And over-priced...he spent like $5 on this thing." She was already caving. The kitten was adorable, and it was a kind gesture. A little nerdy and childish, maybe, and something she believed out of character for that grumpy man in the high office...but maybe she'd misjudged him.

“I think it's nice,” Spencer replied, finally setting his card up beside the pencil cup. Truth be told, he'd wondered at the little cards himself once upon a time, and Gideon had explained it to him as simply as he could. Hotch didn't often express himself in words, not at work, certainly not to them, but in small gestures he let them know that they were important, and he valued them. In little aliens and kittens and cheesy dad jokes.

“What about you, Morgan? Don't you think Valentine's Day is a little silly? Or do you subscribe to the whole red roses and candlelit dinner thing?”

“I dunno,” he said with a smile, staring at his own card. It was goofy, a little vintage thing with a heart and a hammer that read “Must I hammer it in?” On the inside was just an H and a set of numbers, a secret code. He didn't pull it out of the envelope, just slipped it into his briefcase and leaned back in his chair. “It's better than a stack of fresh case files.”

Emily grunted, agreeing, and set the little cat card up on her desk begrudgingly. It was adorable. Sickeningly so. And how did he know she liked cats, anyway? Did he know she was thinking about getting one? About how lonely her apartment got without any other sign of life aside from her own barely beating heart? “What was yours?”

“Tools.” Derek's reply was quick. Too quick. She nodded knowingly, taking mental note of the fact that he was the only one of them not to display his.

“Right. Because of your properties.”

“Yeah, ya busybody. Because of my properties.”

An address. A time. A delivery of flowers first, huge blood red roses dripping with a decadent floral scent that hung in the air. Minutes later a delivery from Derek's favorite Chinese restaurant, more food than the two of them could even hope to eat in one night. Derek set it all up in the middle of the dusty wood floor on a blanket, candles lit in excess because most of the electricity in the place was shut off, Clooney's tail nearly burning the place down more than once in his excitement.

And then there was Hotch in his suit but no tie, another bouquet in his hands, standing in the darkened doorway. It took him only a moment to kick out of his shoes, push the flowers into Derek's hands and wrap him in a hug.

“Happy Valentine's Day, you old sap,” Derek whispered, nuzzling into the warmth of silk and skin. Hotch hugged him tighter, breathed him in, pulled strength from him and gave it back in return. It was a long day, full of things they'd rather forget, but the night was young.

“I love you.”

Food first, and then they'd get to a little demolition before the night came to an end. Take some aggression out on lath and plaster, rusted and crumbling old nails, knob and tube wiring that connected room to room to room like sinew to bone. With sleepy eyes they would shower away the sweat and grime, sleep with bellies full of good food and wine and yeah...Valentine's Day is kind of a scam, but Derek didn't mind. Not when he reaped the benefits so spectacularly.

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #spencer reid #hotchgan #hotch x morgan #criminal minds #ficlet

[daughterofthereaper02]

Oh I’m sooooo exited to request this! So poly Bob, Phoenix and reader - reader (a fighter pilot too) knows that Phoenix and Bob are in a relationship especially with their flirting and how much Phoenix cares for Bob - vice versa - maybe Phoenix can be more dominant in the relationship and tends to be the same towards reader (taking care of her like she would Bob but not smutty). They all want each other to be together but reader is kind of blind to any advances they make, she just tries to keep distance between them and her not wanting to come between them. You decide how they get together!

A/N: Yes! Oh God all I can think is Phoenix taking care of me like that. I hope this isn't too short but I didn't want to draw it out and lose focus of the prompt.

Title: Both of Us

You slammed your locker shut, the sound echoing through the empty locker room. You leaned your head against to cool metal as you tried to calm your breathing. You got stuck in jet wash today when having to do drills with everyone. You nearly had to eject but got it together last second. You were terrified, everyone was screaming at you in their panic and you had to keep it together long enough to pull yourself out of the jet wash. Then you were brought into Cyclones office and screamed at for going below The Hard Deck even though you had no control over the situation. You just had to stand there and take it, staring at a fixed point as you were lectured for over a half an hour. You slammed your fist against the metal again, not knowing you weren't alone anymore. Your hand ached and you just hit it a few more times at the tears welled up in your eyes.

Bob and Phoenix both watched your trembling form, your hand denting the metal. Slowly, Natasha approached you and placed a firm, but gentle, hand on your shoulder. "You okay, y/n?" She asked softly. You took a deep breath, nodding shakily, stopping yourself from snapping at one of the only two people to seem to care about you lately. "Yeah, I'm- I'm okay" you said, not meeting her eyes. You missed the protective look on her face as she saw how shaken up you were. You were trying to regain your composure but you were obviously failing as your body continued to shake.

Bob put a hand on your back, the warmth helping to center you. "Sparks, there was nothing you could have done. Cyclone was out of line today" he said, trying to comfort you. There wasn't much that could be said but knowing they were there for you helped calm you down faster. You gave them both a small smile "Thank you, both of you. I'm just sorry you saw that" you apologize. "Hey, sweetie, you don't have to apologize. You have helped us both so many times, you can get taken care of too" Natasha told you. You felt your neck flushed but put it off as her being nice. Checking your watch, you sighed "I've got to get some paperwork done before the deadline Cyclone set. Will you both be at The Hard Deck tonight?" You asked. They nodded and you gave them a smile before walking away, your footsteps echoing in the empty locker room.

Phoenix and Bob watched you go and she put an arm around Bob's shoulder, kissing his temple. "She is so oblivious. I think we're going to have to spell it out for her tonight" she told him when you were far enough out of ear shot and he nodded, just watching you walk away.

Later that night you were at The Hard Deck, looking around almost nervously, you were never a big fan of crowds but for Natasha and Robert you would go anywhere. You showed up an hour later then you were supposed to be there because of the extra work you had. This meant you were showing up when most people were already hammered.

You finally spotted the two and watched them flirt back and forth. You also watched as Natasha kept an eye on Robert, making sure he was okay because he wasn't a drinker. Your stomach was twisting as you wished you were there with them, wishing you could be a part of that and it almost made you turn around and go. You were keeping yourself at arms length, you thought they would never want to enter a relationship with you. Out of respect, you stayed away and didn't come between them.

You grimaced as Hangman put his arm around your shoulder, clearly drunk. People were singing loudly and you just wanted to escape outside. You tried to get away but Jake started a drunk conversation with you and pressed too much weight onto you, making you fall forward. Before you could fall, a pair of strong arms caught you and you looked up to see Bob smiling down at you, "Careful sweetheart" he murmured. You blushed and suddenly everything felt too loud, too close and he noticed that. "Let's get some air, okay?" He said softly. You nodded and practically clung to him as you tried to make it through, everyone crowding together so close.

Natasha followed you both out and you leaned on the railing of the outside deck, breathing the salty air in deeply. "Thank you" you said, smiling at them. Your heart was racing but you couldn't tell if it was from the situation from before or how close they were. You could feel the heat radiating off of them.

Natasha leaned on the railing, her eyes moving over your form in a appreciative way. "You look beautiful y/n" she told you, grinning as your face flushed. A piece of hair fell into your face as you ducked down, hiding a shy smile. Before you could say anything, Phoenix became very forward "You know we like you, a lot right?" She said, moving to tuck the piece of hair behind your ear. Your eyes widened "What? But you both...." You said trailing off. You glanced between them, honestly feeling like you were reading into this too much. Natasha sighed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on your lips and giving Bob the space to do it as well. You stood there in stunned silence. Bob grinned "I think we broke her Nat" he said shyly. Natasha grinned and nodded, watching as it clicked for you finally. Your face flushed and a bright smile broke out on your face "You're not just playing right? You mean it?" You asked happily. They both nodded and you grabbed both their hands.

It was a little off at first but you all figured it out. You and Bob always seemed to be following after Natasha like baby ducks and she was always watching out for you both. You constantly had their attention and love, just like they had yours. Natasha definitely took the lead in the relationship, providing the guidance and love the most. She was also extremely protective of you both, to her you were both just a little too innocent that some people tried to take advantage of. You were always there, providing comfort and jokes when either of them were down and out. You were also the first to snap if someone tried anything against you three, you might be shy but no one messed with your boyfriend and girlfriend. Bob was there, constantly providing cuddles and simple conversation. When you and Natasha were pmsing, he was always there to make you both feel better. He provided the comfort without the words, choosing to be the hand there to pick you back up.

#top gun: maverick #top gun #rooster top gun #pete 'maverick' mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #phoenix x reader #phoenix #natasha trace x reader #natasha 'phoenix' trace #natasha trace #Phoenix x reader x Bob #Natasha Phoenix Trace x Reader x Robert Bob Floyd #robert 'bob' floyd x reader #robert 'bob' floyd #robert floyd

[babycharmander]

I saw the aro week post you reblogged yesterday, it's a good message, I think.

I'm unclear about something, though. If it's okay to ask/not too personal, what do you mean when you say you 'thought' you had crushes, but didn't actually? It's usually the other way around, for most people! It's a common aro experience, I've heard.

I think I've talked about this before, but I don't mind explaining again.

Well, to start, when I was younger, I assumed crushes were things you consciously chose. I would hear about people getting crushes, and thought I had to do that too, so I picked a random boy in my class to be my "crush." Once people found out who my "crush" was, I was like "ah darn they found out" and stopped making him my "crush."

I ... don't remember at what point I realized people didn't consciously choose people to have crushes on.

And then like, MUCH later when I was in highschool, I decided to ask one of my guy-friends on a date, and I was very nervous about the whole thing. He turned me down, which I was just like "oh okay" about, but then a few years later, he asked me on a date. I remember feeling some emotion I couldn't describe at the time. I DID draw it, though:

[ID: An drawing of a Kirby-styled Charmander with eyelashes. She is standing and facing right. Her long tail is resting on the ground, her arms are hanging at her sides, her mouth is in a wobbly frown, and her visible eye is wide and the pupil is very small to indicate shock. Above her are ellipses, followed by a red heart, followed by three question marks. /end ID]

(That is what my sona looked like back then.)

I remember shaking and finding it hard to speak, and my heart was hammering in my chest. I didn't know what I was experiencing, but I thought "this must be romantic love--I've never experienced that before, but my friend asked me out on a date and I said yes, so that's what it MUST be, right? I think..."

Well, we went on our date and proceeded to have one other date after that. I had a good time, but the strange feeling from before wasn't there--I just felt like I was having a good time hanging out with my friend. Sometime after the second date, he called me and said he wanted to just go back to being friends. I agreed, with no hard feelings, and that's what we did.

Looking back, what I thought had been romantic attraction was actually... anxiety. Because I had never dated before, and, deep down, did not want to (though I didn't realize this yet), and society dictates that dating is the first step toward getting married and having kids and so on--also something I very much did not want, but thought I had to do.

I guess that goes a bit beyond crushes, but I hope that answers your question.

#aromanticism #bc answers nonsense #lumalaise