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moonstruckme · 3 months

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hi lovely!! since requests are now open, i was wondering if you could write me a little something with james..? if this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please do not hesitate to delete this request!! do whatever makes you feel comfortable!!

but can you do something with james where r forgets to eat or just isn’t really hungry for anything..? this happens to me sometimes, and is currently happening lmao, and the only thing that i can really stomach/that sounds good is anything to do with strawberries (consistent favorite is greek yogurt with honey mixed in, peanut butter granola, and sliced strawberries. so delicious i def recommend!!), and oranges!! weird foods i know but.. anyways!! and he sort of like, gets her to eat something..? my boyfriend will literally spoon feed me whatever he’s eating or whatever i could stomach. the whole "open! say ahh!!" and everything until i got full lol

sorry for blabbing!! tysm if you do this request, and no hard feelings if you don’t!!! i have tons of ideas in my noggin so i can send plenty haha

Thanks for the rec babe!

cw: reader has poor appetite, mention of not eating

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 529 words

You make an awed cooing sound as one blue whale brushes underneath another on your TV screen.

“I never knew whales were so affectionate,” you murmur, charmed.

“Me neither,” James says. “Bite?”

You open your mouth obediently, and he sets his fork on your tongue, letting you suck off the khichdi before taking it back. You hum pensively.

“It’s good, Jamie.”

You’re not lying. Like most of James’ cooking, it’s rich and complex, forcing you to take your time to parse out the different flavors. You don’t have the appetite for your own dinner tonight, but you’ll never turn your boyfriend down when he asks you to try something new he’s made.

“Thanks, lovie.” His voice is warm if not surprised, and soon his fork is tapping at your lips again. “Have some more.”

You peel your eyes from the TV to cut a look his way. James smiles, the picture of angelic innocence, and prods at your lips encouragingly.

“I told you I’m not hungry,” you remind him.

“Mhm. Just have a few more bites.”

“Why?”

“Because I made it.” His eyes go all melty-soft, and you know he’s about to lay it on thick even before he says, “And I put time into it, and I want to share it with you.”

You know exactly what he’s doing. It works on you anyways. You sigh out your nose, and James’ grin widens, his fork happily accepting entry when your mouth falls open again. Neither of you comment on it, but he presses a happy kiss to your cheek once you swallow, and you accept the handful of other bites he gives you without fanfare. When his plate is empty, he stands to go wash it off.

“Did you get enough to eat?” you ask, somewhat guiltily.

James rolls his eyes lightly. “I got plenty, don’t worry about me, I’m just gonna have some fruit for dessert.”

You nod, still feeling rather responsible for the fact that he wasn’t entirely satiated by his dinner, but he gives you a fondly chiding look that has you turning back to the TV. When he comes back, it’s with a large bowl of halved strawberries.

He gets your attention, marking an invisible line down the middle of the bowl with his pointer finger. “That’s your half,” he says, flicking his finger toward the portion closest to you before picking a strawberry up and popping it in his mouth. “You’ve got the whole rest of the film to do it, but just finish them, okay angel?”

You look down into the bowl, then up at James. You know he’s only chosen strawberries because you prefer them lately, and you hate to let him down, but…”I don’t know if I can,” you tell him honestly.

He nods like he understands. “Try, please? Do you want me to feed them to you?”

It’s asked so genuinely you can’t even get mad at him for it. Your face heats, and James looks almost sorry. “That’s okay,” you say quietly.

“Alright.” He leans in to smush a kiss against your cheek. You can already smell the strawberries on his breath. “Just say the word, yeah?”

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sethcertified · 7 months

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Can you write Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, the Sinclair Brothers, and RZ Michael Myers hearing their s/o refer to something they don't like as "icky-yucky" for the first time? It's a little weird but I say it a lot and I wanna know how they'd react. Thank you!

「 ICKY-YUCKY ! 」 . . . 📂

slashers: various

w.c: 1.14k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . how slashers react when their s/o says “icky-yucky”

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . thomas hewitt, billy lenz, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair, rz michael myers & gn reader

⤷ thomas hewitt

• You know I’m gonna have to bring it up: cannibalism

• Regardless of how you and Thomas met, you’re obviously gonna know that the meat isn’t always.. trustworthy

• He’ll definitely be confused on why you’re apprehensive to eat the plate of food in front of you he just set down

• He’s grown up with it, you know? Plus, it tastes fine to him

• But he’s not gonna force you to eat anything you don’t want to

• Lunda will just buy you other foods with the money they took from you when they took your things

• And I can guarantee that some of the food is definitely out of date and tastes absolutely disgusting

• For example, It’s a hot summer day in the Texas heat, (absolutely unbearable btw coming from a texan) and you and Thomas are out, working.

• Thomas can see the sweat sweeping through your shirt and dripping off your skin, so he decided to get you a fresh cup of lemonade.

• Unfortunately, the lemonade was out of date..

• When Thomas hands you the cup you thank him gratefully and lift the cup to your lips

• The sour taste makes your nose scrunch and the now thick consistency slimes its way down your throat as you swallow it down.

• “Icky-yucky,” you mumble.

• Thomas hears this and tilts his head slightly. Did you not like it? He grabs the cup out of your hand, rushes back to the kitchen, and gets you something else.

• He never wants to disappoint or hurt you

• He threw out the lemonade jug out IMMEDIATELY after getting you something else to drink

• Never want to hear the words “Icky-yucky” from you again (lightheartedly!!) he always wants the best for you

⤷ billy lenz

• We all know Billy has an insane dirty mouth

• And some of the things he says are.. gross

• It was just another day of doing nothing

• You were just lounging on the couch, bored out of your mind with a book in hand

• And you would be lying if you weren’t waiting for the phone to ring

• It had become your duty to answer it as you were the most un-phased by “the moaner”

• And now it excited you, for it was your own form of entertainment

• The phone rings to your delight and you hurry to pick it up

• “Hi Billy”

• “Pretty piggy!”

• His little giggles escape the phone

• “What, what.. is p-piggy doing!?”

• “Reading, what is Billy doing?”

• The most mischievous giggles flood your hearing, “You!”

• You sigh although you have a huge, cheesy smile on your face, “Now that was just.. the opposite of smooth! It was.. uh, icky-yucky!”

• He whines as he repeats the word, almost tasting it. “Icky.. yucky..”

• He starts to repeat it over and over and over before he pauses and his heavy breathing floods your hearing

• And then he speaks

• “I-is Billy icky-yucky?”

• His tone isn’t sad, you can hear the smile on his face

• It’s just harmless teasing, you know?

• You readjust the phone with the smile before responding

• “Yeah but I like icky-yucky”

⤷ vincent sinclair

• Vincent is dedicated to his art

• That’s obvious

• So he’s in the studio a lot

• Making all types of things out a wax

• Cough cough, humans

• So as Vincent’s partner, you’re gonna be in the studio a lot too

• And I can guarantee that there’s a few safety hazards down there

• And you’re at some point going to burn yourself

• Vincent is at his desk, while you’re fiddling around the room, bored out of your mind

• Your fingers grace the walls and the candles mindlessly

• Because of your lack of attention, you fail to see the lit flame above the candle right in front of you

• So as your finger drags across the candles, right into the flame..

• You burn yourself.

• “Ouch!” you yell as you scamper away from the flame

• The burn has started to inflame the tip of your finger as you winced

• Vincent rushed over to you the moment he heard you yell

• His large hands cupped your wrist as he examined the burn

• It wasn’t bad, but you’re probably gonna want to put it in cold water and wrap it up

• But that doesn’t stop Vincent from worrying about you

• You can feel his worry, but you just smile at him and brush a lock of his long, dark hair back. “I’m fine, my finger just feels icky-yucky”

• Vincent tilts his head at the wording but his worry had faded

• He holds your wrist and takes you upstairs to treat your small burn

• He’s an extremely doting and caring boyfriend

• I love Vincent sm

⤷ bo sinclair

• Louisiana is hot

• Pretty obvious fact

• Another obvious fact?

• Bo Sinclair is hot

• I had to, I’m sorry

• Although in the movie, it was Lester who had dealt with the animal remains rather than Bo, I think eventually as Bo’s partner ur gonna have to deal with more than one dead animal rotting away in the Louisiana heat

• You’re in Bo’s truck, driving around to cure your boredom

• Cause being completely honest, things get boring quick in an abandoned town after awhile

• And you spot a dead raccoon on the side of the road

• At the sight, Bo’s parks his truck and looks at it

• He picks the animal by its tail and starts bringing it to your window

• “Isn’t it cute?” He teases with a strong southern drawl

• “No! What’s wrong with you!?”

• “He wants to be your friend, [Name]”

• “Bo, stop! That thing is icky-yucky! Go throw it off the road.”

• He grins cheekily at you before he chucks it off

• As he hops back into the driver’s seat, he turns to you with a smirk

• “It wanted to be your friend..”

• “I will literally kill you.”

⤷ rz michael myers

• It’s a known fact Michael is a murder

• It’s also a known fact that’s he extremely dangerous and threatening

• Are these very good reasons you shouldn’t date him? Yes

• Do you listen to common sense? No!

• That being said, he would never hurt you

• You’re one of the VERY FEW ppl he likes

• But that doesn’t stop him from hurting others

• You hadn’t seen Michael is a bit and it was starting to get dark which made you worry

• You’re at your dining table, working on some paper mache (an interest you wanted to take part in to relate to Michael more)

• When the man himself waltz in through the front door

• His clothes are covered in dried blood

• You can not only see it but also smell it

• “Mickey, no offense, but can you PLEASE change? That blood is just icky-yucky.”

• He stares at you for a bit before going to your room and changing

• Michael likes your honesty a lot

• Plus the fact you were not scared by the blood, but rather disgusted?

• for lifers with this beautiful man

✎ notes . . . I’m so sorry this took me so long 😭

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 28 days

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Tell Me (Be a Doll AU)

Vox x doll!reader, Vox is softer than usual!

CW: lover obsession, manipulation, mind control, Vox being a little shit (Albeit, less than usual), AU typical events

Note: Vox is manipulative, possessive, jealous, impulsive, controlling, and harsh in this AU. He can be extremely violent towards reader, and is consistently abusing them either way. He is not a good person! If anyone is sensitive to or may have a negative reaction from these topics, I recommend clicking away now.

Summary: Vox catches you pouring your heart out onto paper about your love for him. He takes this as a perfect opportunity to go fishing for compliments, but gets a bit carried away, and ends up demanding so much praise from you. So, so much. It’s endless.

As I sat at my desk, lost in a world of doodles and daydreams, my pen danced across the paper, tracing hearts and writing phrases that spoke of a love so deep it bordered on obsession. Each stroke of the pen was a declaration of devotion to Vox, my boss, my love. The paper was littered with declarations of love, each one more fervent than the last.

Vox entered the room, his presence commanding attention, as usual. He wore a new suit, better tailored, likely to accommodate for his latest upgrades- his TV head had been replaced, and was now about an inch or two bigger than before. Other than that he looked mostly the same. Not many others would’ve noticed the difference, but he was my entire world. Most of my time was spent with him, thinking about him, so of course I noticed.

His eyes fell upon the paper, and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "What's this?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement. He leaned forward with a mischievous grin, trying to get a peek at the words I’d written.

I felt a flush of embarrassment creep into my cheeks, but Vox’s expression softened, and I could see the hint of fondness in his eyes. “Oh, it’s nothing, just… doodles,” I mumbled, trying to hide the paper from his view.

Vox was not so easily deterred. With a swift motion, he plucked the paper from my grasp and examined it closely. His smirk grew wider as he read each declaration of love, his amusement evident.

I felt my face get hotter- I was probably as red as a tomato at this point. God, I was embarrassed. I loved him but I’d never- I was careful to- I didn’t even know how he’d respond! How would he react? It was plenty weird, to be sure, but many things were in our relationship. "Just a little something I was working on," I said, trying to downplay the situation.

Vox took a step closer, his gaze fixed on the paper, inspecting every detail. He had a fond sort of smile on his face. "May I?" he asked, extending a hand towards the other doodles.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, sliding the paper towards him. Vox picked it up and examined it closely, his smirk growing wider with each passing second. "These are quite...interesting," he said, his tone teasing. "You seem to have quite the affection for me."

I felt my cheeks grow warmer under his gaze, but Vox's expression was one of amusement rather than scorn. "I do," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love you more than anything."

Vox chuckled, a low, melodious sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I can see that," he said, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He found this endearing, flattering more than anything. His little doll, acting like a little lovesick puppy for him. "Tell me, do you really mean all of this?"

I swallowed hard, feeling a surge of nervousness wash over me. But Vox's expression was kind, almost gentle, and I found myself nodding in response. "Yes," I said, my voice barely audible. I was fidgeting nervously as I looked away. "I mean every word."

Vox's smile softened, and he reached out to cup my cheek with his hand. "You're such a charming doll," he said, his voice warm and affectionate as he pulled me towards him. "I'm lucky to have you."

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I leaned into his hand instinctively. "I love you," I whispered, before to stop myself. I nuzzled my face against his hand, hardly even minding what I’d just said. He was being kind- genuinely soft and sweet- this didn’t happen often. I was going to savor it.

Vox's smile widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "And I love you," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Now, be a doll and tell me again."

His words washed over me like a tidal wave, and I felt myself slipping under his control. "I love you," I said, my eyes glossy as I looked up at him, a perfect little smile on my face. I’d immediately adapted softer, more relaxed and doll-like mannerisms. My voice was quieter, not out of nervousness, but simply because it made me seem more delicate, like a doll. "I love you more than anything."

Vox's smile grew triumphant, and he pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "That's right," he said, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. He gripped me tightly, possessively, his nails digging into me slightly. Only slightly. "You're mine, completely and utterly. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As Vox held me close, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, his presence like a soothing balm to my previously troubled mind. Despite the darkness that lurked within him, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in his embrace. I loved him. It felt so silly to be embarrassed about the doodles and words I’d written on those papers, now. Needless worry, really. He loved me, and he’d just expressed as much. I was his, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The thought made me oddly happy, even in my doll-state.

As he held me, a familiar command echoed in my mind, pulling me further into a state of docility. "Be a doll," Vox's voice rang out, his tone playful yet commanding. Without hesitation, I straightened up, my movements fluid and graceful, like a puppet on strings. My gaze fixed on Vox, waiting for his next command, my mind blissfully empty.

Vox rested his hand on my waist, keeping me close. A smirk played on his lips as he studied me. "Now, tell me how much you adore me," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He ran his fingers through my hair as I processed the order for a moment.

A surge of excitement coursed through me, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for him. I grinned, a bit of my genuine self shining through as I spoke. "Oh, Vox," I gushed, my voice soft and adoring. "You're simply incredible. I can't imagine my life without you! You’re always so thoughtful and nice and just absolutely wonderful!”

Vox's smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Go on," he encouraged, his tone teasing. "I want to hear more."

With each word of praise, I felt my heart swell with adoration for Vox. "You're so intelligent, so powerful," I continued, my voice growing more animated with each passing moment. "And you're so handsome, too. Besides that, you have the best shark facts! You buffer when I flirt too much and it’s always so adorable, your screen displays Tv static when you sleep, accompanied by white noise and it’s very comforting, one of my favorite parts of sleeping in the same bed as you. I love you so much. I'm lucky to have you in my life."

“Good girl,” Vox chuckled, stroking my hair as though I was a cat he was petting. “That's what I like to hear," he said, his tone pleased. "You truly are a delight, doll."

As Vox continued to coax praise and compliments from me, I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. Despite being under his control, I couldn't help but feel a genuine affection for him. “I love you!” I said enthusiastically, a wide grin on my face. I’d shower him in a flurry of small kisses all along his screen, compliments whispered in between each one. With each word of praise, I felt myself growing more and more eager to please Vox, to shower him with affection and adoration. I loved him so fucking much! I would always be his loyal, devoted doll.

As Vox led me to his favorite armchair, watching me with a playful glint in his eye. He positioned me in his lap, and began playing with my hair. "Be a doll," he said, his voice smooth as silk, "and tell me how handsome I am today."

Without hesitation, I obeyed, my movements fluid and graceful as I leaned towards him. "You're the most handsome man I've ever seen," I said, my voice soft and distant, as if speaking from a dream. “You remind me of a cat,” I added, after a moment, with a small laugh. “You’re absolutely stunning, darling.”

Vox chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he said, his tone teasing. "Now, tell me again." He was enjoying this. Every single goddamn moment. Every word you spoke. This was exactly what he’d needed today.

I felt a surge of excitement wash over me, and I couldn't help but smile as I repeated my praise for him. "You're perfect," I said, my voice growing more animated with each word. "Every inch of you is perfection."

Vox's smile widened, and he reached out to ruffle my hair affectionately. "Good girl," he said, his tone filled with satisfaction. "Now, be a doll and tell me more about how much you love me."

I felt a rush of affection flood through me, and I leaned in closer to him, my heart pounding with excitement. "I love you more than words can express," I said, my voice filled with genuine emotion. "You mean everything to me, Vox."

Vox's expression softened, and he pulled me further into his lap, holding me close. "And you mean everything to me," he said, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. "I couldn't imagine my life without you."

BONUS:

As Vox continued to bask in the adoration I showered upon him, he couldn't help but revel in the power he held over me. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decided to push the boundaries further.

"Be a doll," he murmured, his voice low and enticing, "and tell me how much you crave my affection."

Without hesitation, I complied, my movements graceful and fluid as I leaned in closer to him. "I crave your affection more than anything. I don’t think I could live without it. I need you, Vox," I said, my voice tinged with longing. "Please, Vox, I need you to hold me."

Vox's smile widened, his ego inflated by my desperate pleas. "That's right," he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. His grip on me tightened, nails digging into my skin. "You're mine, completely and utterly. And you'll do anything to please me, won't you?"

I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with excitement. "Yes, Vox," I said, my voice filled with genuine devotion. "I'll do anything for you. Just please, give me attention, show me some affection. I’ll take anything, please, Vox, please."

Vox chuckled, his fingers trailing lightly down my arm. "Of course, doll," he said gently, as if telling a child to be patient. He made small scratches that looked like tally marks along the arm of the chair. I wasn’t sure what he was keeping track of. "But first, be a doll and tell me how wonderful I am."

I faltered for a moment, then flinched as a shock went through me. "Go on," he said, his voice gentle yet commanding. "Be a doll and tell me how much you love me."

His words washed over me like a wave, and I found myself obeying without hesitation. "I love you more than anything in this world," I said quietly. I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, soft, almost as if it were rehearsed rather than natural. "You're my everything, my reason for being."

Vox laughed softly, and tugged gently on a strand of my hair. "That's right, doll," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "You belong to me."

With each passing moment, Vox's control over me seemed to strengthen, and I found myself sinking deeper into the trance he had cast. His questions prodded at the depths of my devotion, and with each answer, I felt myself spiraling further into his grasp.

"I would do anything for you," I said, my voice distant and hollow, but with that same serene smile on my face. There was a certain emptiness that lay beneath my perfect expression. "Without you, I'm nothing."

Vox's smile widened, his eyes alight with triumph. "Good girl," he said, his voice like a velvet caress. "You're mine, only mine. I own you. You belong to me, I am your one and only obligation. You do this because you love me, and because you know I love you."

I nodded eagerly and quickly agreed, more compliments falling from my lips with ease.

As Vox continued to bask in the adoration pouring from my lips, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. "Be a doll," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, "and tell me how much you need me."

Without hesitation, I nodded eagerly, my movements smooth and controlled. "I need you more than anything," I said, my voice filled with longing. "You're the light of my life, Vox. Without you, I'm lost."

Vox's smile widened at my words, his ego growing with each declaration of my devotion. "That's right," he said, his tone playful. "You can't live without me, can you?"

I shook my head, a playful grin spreading across my face. "No," I admitted, shifting to match his tone. "I'm completely and utterly addicted to you, Vox. You're like a drug, and I can't get enough."

Vox laughed, a sound that echoed through the room like music to my ears. "Good girl. That's what I like to hear," he said, gleefully. "Now, be a doll and tell me how much you want me to hold you."

My heart raced at his words, and I practically melted into his arms as he pulled me close. "I want you to hold me forever," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. This was more genuine. "I never want to leave your side, Vox. You're all I need."

With each word, I felt myself growing more and more content and relaxed. I just needed him, nothing else. "I love you, Vox," I whispered, my voice filled with genuine emotion. "I love you more than anything in this world."

Vox's smile softened, and he pulled me close, holding me tight against his chest. "And I love you, doll," he said, his voice a gentle whisper. "You're everything to me, my precious little doll."

As Vox held me close, I felt a sense of warmth and contentment wash over me, his affection soothing, a cure to all my problems. Despite the playful banter and the demands, there was a tenderness in his touch that spoke volumes. In his arms, I felt safe, cherished, and utterly adored. And for that, I would gladly praise him endlessly, for as long as he desired.

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kaipotato · 2 months

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Announcement regarding my Hermitcraft AU

hello fellas! I am happy to announce the start of the fic writing for my Hermitcraft AU, which is currently dubbed the merger au, but the name is subject to change

there is a public doc with the lore, species, and introductory stuff which can be found here

canon designs will be posted over the coming week(s), starting the day this is posted

i will try to be consistent with chapters and im planning for once every month or sooner if possible

this is also my first ever fic so it WILL have flaws

the fic will contain light shipping with NO nsfw content, possible gore, and horror imagery so if any of that makes you uncomfortable DO NOT INTERACT

all shipping is of the characters, not ccs

and for the people who are new to the au, here is the intro which is also avalible on the public spreadsheet:

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[The fic would follow the pov of Scar but may alternate sometimes. It is set in season 10 and Scar is still suffering the effects of Secret Life.]

Since Scar never died in Secret Life, he was pulled out of the loop manually by the secret keeper and was almost coaxed into becoming one, but he escaped in time before any major damage was done.

Except the secret keeper follows him.

When Scar fled the watchers' realm, he accidentally led the secret keeper to the Hermitcraft S10 world, giving them access to it and every other Hermitcraft world before it. In an attempt to communicate with Scar and bring him back to the watchers,the secret keeper uses this new “tool” to mess with reality and merge the different worlds. Some days, a random building from season 8 might show up in a crater, other days Larry may return because “the snails built him on the cart” (lie), and sometimes this even affects the hermits themselves, causing sudden wardrobe, personality, and motive changes.

Like how Joel randomly grew a Tanooki tail when joining the server.

Many people blamed the servers' already weird aspects in terms of species, but others suspected it was caused by the transition to becoming a “hermit.” Joel himself claimed it was caused by too much time around Etho and that it was because “Etho is so obsessed he used his mind to give me a tail so that we had something in common.” No one believed him.

And we can’t forget Etho somehow getting a glass monopoly, which was also pointed out by some when the permits were handed out, and is also not possible since every hermit only got 6 shopping permits. The keeper seemed to favor Etho in this way.

Maybe it was Magic Mountain’s looming presence and mystic powers, but Scar felt that many things were off this season. From the weird references to past seasons, Etho’s odd luck, Joel’s mutations or…..

…..was it the feeling of not being alone?

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aaand thats all you get for now ;)

all content will be under the hermitcraft merger au tag and any ideas or fanart is welcome! <3

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft merger au #hermitcraft au #hermitshipping #hermitblr #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar

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steddiehickeys · 2 years

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requested by: @kaiylynph

pairing: billy hargrove x female reader

tags: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, besties w steve, established relationship w billy, hair pulling, degradation / name calling, slight manhandling, mean!billy but he’s still kinda nice, jealousy, fingering, p in v sex, doggy style, unprotected but on the pill (plz wrap it omg)

word count: 2,000+

a/n: this is my first posted smut ever!! so pls be nice but also pls give feedback! this was a request so i’ll be doing those as well as things i just wanna write :)

also just to put it out there; i obviously do not condone billy’s actions or anything, he is a shitty person who just happens to be played by a sexy ass actor. THIS IS PRETEND PEOPLE!!!

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You can almost feel the shift in Billy’s gaze when he sees Steve approaching you two at your locker.

“Well, well, look who it is.” Billy smirked and cocked his head as he leaned onto the lockers with his back and crossed his arms.

“Yeah, hey, Billy.” Steve gave a sort of fake smile his way before directing all of his attention toward you.

“So, Y/N, I found this scary movie we haven’t seen yet; I know you told me that you think we’ve watched every one known to man-”

You tried listening to Steve ramble on about this movie but the only thing that could really hold your focus was Billy and his clenched jaw.

You don’t really understand why your friendship with Steve bothers him; you two have been friends since you started high school. He was the first person you talked to on the first day and you two sorta just clicked, but you see him like a brother, or your weird cousin.

Billy knows that, so that’s why you always get so frustrated when he reacts like this. You and Steve could never do anything like the things you and Billy do.

“Would you wanna come over this Saturday night to watch it, Y/N? I can stop by the store to grab some snacks and pick up some Dr. Pepper for you.”

You went to answer Steve before Billy beat you to it. “Actually, big guy, she’s gonna be out with me then. Looks like you’re gonna have to schedule your little date for another time.”

You watched the confusion and flusteredness sneak up on Steve’s face. “No, it’s not like that, I promise.” He chuckles as his cheeks turn redder by the second.

Billy pats him on the back twice as he takes your hand and walks past Steve. You turn over your shoulder to call back to him.

“I’ll talk to you after chemistry!” He smiled and nodded at your voice and gave a small wave. You felt Billy’s grip on your hand tighten at your words.

You and Billy had a free period now, which usually consisted of you two either going to his car to make out or going to his car so he can take you to get food.

The only thing that was different about your trip out to his car this time was the aggressiveness in his grip and the fact he hasn’t even looked at you since your interaction with Steve.

“Get in the damn car.” He said in a low voice. He didn’t bother opening the door for you like he usually does, he just got in the driver’s seat and slammed his door shut.

You sat down and didn’t dare slam your side of the car shut, you didn’t wanna make him more mad than he already seemed. Was this really all over Steve?

He peeled out of the parking lot and started driving, you assumed you guys were going to your usual place you grab food at, but you were corrected as you made your way to a familiar spot, Lover’s Lake.

Billy pulled over to a secluded spot where no one can really see and there’s more trees covering his car. You sat in your seat waiting for him to say something.

“Are you waiting for an invitation or something? Get your ass in the back seat.” He barked and motioned his head to the back.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you got out of the car and back in, but in the back this time. You played with the hem of your skirt as you waited for him to join you back there.

When he got in and shut the door behind him, he just sat there, lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. All you wanted was for him to say something.

You open your mouth to say something before a hand grips your throat roughly. “Now, I didn’t say to talk, did I?”

You shook your head.

His grip on your throat lessened but didn’t give up completely. He took another drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the tray he has in the middle console.

He tilted his head and looked into what felt like your soul. “What’re your plans with Harrington for this little movie date, huh?” He ran his fingertips gently up your thigh.

“Gonna let him touch you?” His fingers grazed where your panties met your thigh. You shook your head no and felt your wetness growing.

Billy gave a fake look of sadness. “Aw, but I’m sure he would loveeeee that, doll. Don’t you think?”

“Billy, no! Steve and I are just friends.” You shook your head quickly and all Billy did was give another dark chuckle.

“You don’t see the way he looks at you, Y/N. Pretty boy would devour you the second he got the chance. He’s just too pussy to do anything with me in the picture.”

You roll your eyes and Billy’s hand is on your throat once again. “Oh, you wanna roll your eyes, huh? I’ll make your eyes roll.”

He ripped your underwear down your legs till your glistening pussy was exposed to him.

You groaned embarrassingly loud when you feel his two fingers run up and down your slit, almost mocking how turned on you are by him right now.

Was Billy a fucking douchebag for no reason most of the time? Yes. Did you have some issues that made you dangerously attracted to him because of that? Also yes.

He didn’t break eye contact with you as he shoved those same two fingers deep into your pussy, causing you to grip onto his wrist out of ecstasy and pleasure.

“Don’t fucking touch.” He grabbed both of your wrists with his other hand and began finger fucking you at an insane pace.

The way he was curling his fingers as he went in and out caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head, you knew he was taking pleasure in that when you heard him chuckle to himself.

He attached his lips onto your neck, sucking dark marks as his continued to bring you closer and closer to your first orgasm. He wanted Steve to know who made you feel good every single day.

The overwhelming feeling of his lips on your neck, your hands being pinned to your side, and Billy’s fingers on your pussy was the perfect combination to have you so close to orgasm.

“I’m gonna, fuck- I’m gonna-” You tried to exclaim as you felt the heat growing in your lower stomach.

“No, you’re not.” He laughed again as he pulled his hands away, your orgasm dissipating completely.

You groaned out of frustration and tried leaning over to palm him through his blue jeans. “Nuh-uh.” He said grabbing your wrists once again and pinning them above you.

He laid you down so you were laid across the backseat and he was hovering above you. Your hands still pinned above your head, you feel his knee between your legs, your core begging for some sort of friction.

“You think Steve could do this to you, make you whine like a pathetic whore just from his fingers?”

You moaned and the sides of his lips curled up in a cocky smile. After not saying anything, you feel his hand make his way to your throat once again.

“Answer me, Y/N.”

“N-No, Billy. Steve doesn’t even like me like that-”

He let out a dramatic laugh at that point, his knee finally coming into contact with your pussy, making you whine.

“You’re so fucking clueless, Y/N. Guess I gotta fuck some sense into ya.” He flips you over so you’re on your stomach.

You’re still very much soaked from this entire interaction and your failed orgasm from not too long ago.

“P-please, Billy.” You could hear the sound of his zipper coming undone; he was moving at an agonizingly slow pace.

“I like the way you sound when you beg, do it some more.” You looked back at his smirking face before burying your head in the car seat.

“I need your cock, please, Billy! I want you to show me who I belong to.” His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair before bringing you up so your back was flush with his chest.

“That’s what I like to hear, pretty girl.”

You felt the head of his dick line up with your entrance before he slammed himself into you while shoving your head back down into the seat.

He growled as he bottomed out, plunging himself deep into you with no remorse. He was fucking you like he had a vendetta against you, and you loved it.

“Yeah—you wanna go around acting like a whore? I’m gonna fuck you like one, fuck.” His grip on your hair tightened as he continued his steady pace.

He let go of your hair and traveled his hand down so it was resting on your back, pressing you down into the seat.

He used his other hand to deliver a hard smack on your ass, the stinging on your skin remaining like a tattoo. That pain only added to your once again building orgasm.

“You think Harrington could fuck you how I do?” He let out a quick laugh. “He looks like he’d be too afraid to break you, but I know that’s just what you like, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

You could feel his cock hitting that right spot every single time he thrusted into you, you tried to talk reply, but you couldn’t even get a word out.

“Wow! Princess is so fucked she can’t even speak a sentence, you really do like getting fucked like a whore, don’t you?” All you could do is nod as he continued to slam his hips against you at a rapid pace.

“That’s my good girl.” That phrase was enough to have you coming undone underneath him without any warning.

“F-Fuck!” You felt your legs shake uncontrollably and you could feel your body going limp. Billy used his strength to hold your hips up for you.

“You’re so fucking h-hot, Y/N. You wan’ me to fill you up with me cum?” He said through gritted teeth as his grip on your hips got tighter.

You nodded once again as he fucked you through your orgasm into his own. You groaned as you felt the warm liquid shoot inside of you, you were very grateful for birth control at these moments in time.

He pulled out and watched his cum dribble down your leg. Instead of cleaning you up, he pulled your panties back up with his cum smeared all over your pussy.

He always did this, he liked knowing you had HIS cum drying on your pussy all day. He would smirk at you as you shift uncomfortably in class.

“You alright, baby?” He asked as he straightened your skirt back down over your thighs. You smiled and nodded at him as you looked into his intimidating eyes.

“You do know that I’m being serious when I say that nothing would ever happen between Steve and I, right?” You sat up and adjusted your shirt a bit.

Billy fixed his pants and lit another cigarette. You stretched your legs so they were laying across his. He traced his fingers up and down them in an endearing way.

“I know, but you do know I’m also being serious when I say pretty boy is totally in love with you, right?”

You’ve always known about Steve’s little thing for you, but he’s never talked about it or brought it up, and you don’t feel that way about him; so it’s just sort of something you choose to ignore.

You sighed a little before Billy spoke again. “But I also trust you, and like I said, he’s too pussy to do anything. So that’s why I don’t really give a fuck if you two hang out.” He takes a long drag from his cigarette.

You put your legs back on the ground and scoot closer to him. He puts his arm around you and says, “But if he does try something, I will literally-”

“I know, Billy, I know.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader smut #dom!billy hargrove #mean!billy hargrove #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #jonathan byers smut #jim hopper smut #stranger things 3 #stranger things 2 #smut #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove one shot

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bhaalbabebardlock · 2 months

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Writing Masterpost

I have a lot of ~feelings~ about having to shift my pinned post from my long fic after almost three months. I'm shocked that I've started writing other things, but here we are. 🫣✨

The OCs of My Stories

~If it isn't a one shot, it has its own masterpost in addition to being listed here~

Daisies | Wasteland

Nature's Gifts | Hand That Feeds

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All BG3 related writing, summaries, and links below the cut!

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Daisies On My Nightstand (AO3)

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(I stopped regularly updating chapters here since the fic has gotten so long, but there's background information/pictures of Ilara and some chapters were posted here originally!)

This is my longfic! It is so long. It is my baby. It is now longer than return of the king somehow. It has too many tropes, it has a slow burn romance, it has dark romance. There is Raphael and Gortash and Astarion and Shadowheart and. A lot. I mean a lot. I update chapters daily on a semi regular/consistent schedule. Please please be mindful of tags and chapter notes!

Summary:

The story of a Bhaal-Spawn who only ever wanted to be free.

Ilara would do anything for the people she loves, having never been freely allowed to do so before- including killing her past, denouncing her God, and damning 7,000 souls. Can she save herself, let alone anyone else?

--story has finished first half, see below for second half--

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The Wasteland Crown (AO3)

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Ilara started out wanting her own freedom, and continuously sacrificed it to save the people she cares for- somehow always fumbling everything in the process.

Was it worth it?

Can she save any of them still?

Can she even save herself?

-- the second and final half of the story about a Bhaal-spawn who is only trying to figure out what freedom, choices, power, and love even mean.--

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Nature's Gifts on AO3

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Self indulgent filthy smut that was supposed to be a one shot and now isn't. Tadpole smut and something going on with both Astarion and Gale and the weird little druid they're hanging out with. 😌

Unlike my other long fic, this is unlikely to be updated DAILY but will be updated often.

Major tags (others on AO3): m/f, m/f/m, inappropriate use of tadpoles, smut that grew feelings and plot

Summary:

If you're all stuck with these tadpoles anyway, is there really any harm in seeing what they can do?

She let her mind wander, finding herself aggravated more than anything when those thoughts turned to Astarion, to the way his lips had brushed against her ear. She let out an agitated breath as she thought of how he felt laying on top of her, his mouth against her pulse a few nights ago. The way she felt him trying to still his hips against hers, it was just a taste after all. It was just one bite. It's not like any clothes came off. And it certainly hasn't happened again.

But what if it did?

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Tandem on AO3

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A series of one shots told in no specific order about my evil durge, Lili(th) and her sole companion, Astarion. Some will be fluff, some will be smut, some will just be unhinged probably. This won't update often but they'll be around 💕

Major tags (more to be added): blood drinking, canon typical violence, eventually there will be more.

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The Hand That Feeds

Summary: After throwing the Karsus Crown into the Chionthar at the risk of losing her sanity, Lili has only Astarion to keep her grounded. Until she's kidnapped by someone that she held hands with, once, months ago.

Important tags: toxic Gale, creepy/yandere gale, god!Gale, asc!astarion, kidnapping, non-con, forced love

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Ruin

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One shot, single chapter; 3,859 Words. Reader x Astarion;

Important tags: major character death warning, sad smut, explicit, F/M

Summary:

Five years after walking away from The Vampire Ascendant and everything he offered to you, you've returned to stop him from wreaking havoc on Baldur's Gate. That turns out to be harder than you think.

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The End

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One shot, single chapter; 3,118 words

Tags: major character death warning, smut, F/F

Summary:

Second person Shadowheart POV.

After taking her place as Bhaal's chosen, your lover decided at the last moment to destroy the crown and give up her claim. You have one last night together.

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Weakness

One shot (so far, I might add more eventually); 1,286 words. Was done for a prompt, the prompt is revealed at the end.

Summary:

Astarion POV, first person.

Tav has come to find you in Baldur's Gate after disappearing years ago. Why?

"That would be showing a weakness, a vulnerability that I can longer afford. If it was ever something I could have afforded to begin with. Arguably, it hadn't been. She wormed her way between the cracks of my defenses, not even realizing what she was doing until it was too late. Until I was too far gone to stop her. "

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#fanfic #bg3 fanfic #masterpost #fanfic masterpost #my writing #bg3 fic #astarion smut #durgetash #gortash #astarion #bg3 #bg3 smut #bg3 longfic #baldurs gate fic #baldurs gate 3

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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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a sticky situation

Pairing: fuckboi!sseokmin x gn!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 800+

tags: degradation, name calling, praise kink, oral fixation, blow job, hair pulling, uncertainty

Summary: You knew a man as perfect as Lee Seokmin, he was way too good to be true.

author note: hiii, it’s been a hot minute. I’ve had the thought of two faced seokmin since last year and only had the courage to write it now. My mental health has been honestly not the best so my writing has not been as of consistent lately. I really hope that’ll change with the change I’m making in my routine. Thank you for your patience guys.

You didn’t think you’d be overthinking over a man, but the man in question was Seokmin. He was positively delicious to look at and had a voice that could move mountains. He lights up every room with ease, welcomes everyone with a smile, and is disliked by no one. He was essentially the perfect man in almost every way possible. At least that’s what you’ve always thought until now.

“Mmh, your mouth looks so pretty wide and open.”

His fingers paw at your lips, a thumb swiping across your lips before pushing it between them. You welcome it with ease. Eyes oozing with want, you patiently wait for his clear instruction. His lips parted slightly watching yours at work, coddling his thumb in your mouth shamelessly. He always found it easy to get you to succumb to him.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day, wondering when will be the next time l get to use this again.”

He pulls his thumb away, smug when you pout as a result. His hand begins to trace along your jaw and grip from under your chin. “Good thing you answered my call when you did. I have a lot of things I wanted to do with you.”

Your eyes flutter up at him, soft gasping closes the gap between your lips and his. He kisses you with such force, you're short of your own breath and feel your body fall defenseless in his sheets. Barely managing to sit up, you grip the duvet underneath you with dear life, your heart pounding like a loud drum in your chest. His tongue, thick and hot, explores your mouth with no resistance from your end. He dips your knee into the bed, crawling over your body.

“S-Seokmin…don’t keep me waiting,” you moan.

“Just waiting to get that signal from you.” He unbuckles his belt and tugs his pants off in sonic speed.

Comically, you stretch your mouth, ensuring you’re ready for what happens next. The man before you chuckles. He found it weird the first time you did when you did, but lucky for you, he found it sexy how hard you try.

“You’re so cute when you warm yourself up for me.”

His cock stiff in his hand, he strokes and sees your hand replace his. You salivate, scooting closer, and close your mouth around the tip of his cock. Like every time, it’s bigger than you could handle, but that’s never scared you before.

You push it past your lips and have your cheeks squeeze around his girth. Your eyes flutter up at him, the familiar bliss of his cock blocking your airways, having for you depend on your nose for oxygen.

His hips rock back and forth in your mouth, thrusting in your mouth to a highly favorable pace. His hands roam through sections of your hair, pulling it against your scalp, and pushing it down on his length. “Your mouth feels so good. Like a good little slut.”

The faster I got, the louder Seokmin got. He was ecstacy inducing. The sweat on his brow, how his messy hair hits his line of vision, and even the clenching of his abdomen; you still get surprised by how incredible he looks naked. The good boy act he does all the time does straight out the wonder when he stuffs your mouth. You hum around him, drool out of the corner of your mouth, drunk on lust.

“Shit, do that again, but louder. Wetter.”

You follow his orders, shamelessly moaning his name incoherently, hearing Seokmin announce how gets closer and closer. Your chin glistening in your spit, lubing Seokmin’s cock perfectly, and just enough to get that unique taste that Seokmin finds home down your throat. It was warm, filling, it made you feel how it always did: leave you wanting more.

“You’re such a good cumslut. Come sit on my lap.”

Seokmin readjusts his body, sitting up on the bed. Pulling on your arm, he makes you straddle his lap. He wiped away the cum, lingering from your face, “You got something there. I told you before you shouldn’t waste a drop, didn’t I?”

He sticks the cum wiping finger in your mouth, giggles releasing from you the moment he does. “Mmh. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

He leans in for another kiss before you stop him, hands on either of his shoulders, “Um, I wanted to ask you something.”

“What do you want to know,” he asks with a welcoming smile.”

“What are we…exactly?”

He gives you a puzzled look. “We’re us. What do you mean?”

“I just…” you shifted in his lap anxiously, “We’ve been fucking around a while. I just…want to know where this is going.”

And there’s where your problems laid.

He tucks a strand of hair back behind your ear, squeezing the flesh of your thighs, all before smiling intoxicatingly the way he does. “Baby, you know I like you. There’s no need for labels. Aren’t you happy with how we are?”

“Right…yeah, sure.”

#lee seokmin #lee dokyeom #seokmin smut #dokyeom smut #seventeen #seventeen smut #seokmin #dokyeom #lee dokyeom smut #seventeen dokyeom #seventeen seokmin #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader

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shimmerbeasts · 4 months

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I am sure, you all saw my last out-of-character post about how even with my only twenty-thread rule, I still ended up in a situation where I felt overwhelmed. Something, this rule was supposed to prevent. I am realising I have been looking at all this in the wrong way. To put things plainly, I have not been granting myself the same courtesies and kindness, the same compassion, I am constantly giving my rp partners.

I have been running multimuse blogs on Tumblr for pretty much ever. I have never done a single muse blog. You'd think with nine years of experience, I'd be a pro at this by now. Turns out: I keep running into the same problems over and over because of the situation, I am in. Aka I am a student with a lot of free time on her hands, a drive to create and probably some underlining form of perfectionism or at the very least stupidly high standards, even if I never verbalise those.

The first problem, I keep running into, is the fact that I feel to call my blog a multimuse blog of any kind, I need to have a lot of characters. This is a terrible sentiment because it always results in me spreading myself too thin. Furthermore, I think when I entered the League fandom after coming from Arcane, I felt like I needed a few champion muses to really count. I dunno why I thought this. Again, weird perfectionism and high expectations are strange.

Right now, I have that same problem again. Eight muses is simply too much for me to juggle. However, I do not wanna remove them because I bet I will have the temptation of adding characters again later on. Instead, I am going to basically make Naafiri, Yasuo and Kayle "by offer only" muses. This means that while they are still a part of the blog, they are basically invisible and very low focus. Unless I offer them to you to write, they cannot be requested to write with.

Speaking of priority, even the muses whom I will keep writing regularly on this blog - Jinx, Silco, Vi and Ahri - will likely shift in terms of who gets prioritised. Of my three primary muses, Jinx has always been my most loudest, consistent and most developed muse. She is almost like the mascot or insignia of this blog and I am pretty sure if you had to describe me to someone, Jinx would probably be the first character who comes to mind. Therefore, Jinx will be the one who is going to be given the most priority out of all my active muses. As for Vi, Silco and Ahri? I will get to their threads when the muse strikes me.

This brings me to the next problem I kept running into when writing multimuse blogs. My drafts always reached a number eventually that overwhelmed me. Even though the queue helped me, I also got into a bad habit: The idea that I had to post a reply every single day. After all, outside of studying, I had no job. I am on almost every day. In my head, I had no excuse not to post. And because of that, I set myself those ludicrous expectations that I had to constantly write and queue replies to keep the ball rolling. I beat myself up if my queue was too small or I didn't catch up quick enough.

I don't need to tell anybody how this isn't sustainable in the long run. Now more than ever, given that I have a student job, trying to finish my masters, am writing normally again, adding gaming and irregularly drawing as a hobby. I have to remind myself that it is okay if my queue does not post every day, that it is okay if things go slower. I have to remember to be kind to myself. I have to allow myself to take things slower. Including choosing to not rp every day and instead focus on gaming, drawing or fanfic writing. I have to remember that I do not make a mistake if I only write one draft or even none. I have to learn to be kind to myself. It feels like I almost learned this hobby the wrong way, so establishing new habits will be hard. But I am gonna try. I am sick of running into the same problems over and over again.

#i expected better of you than excuses: psa #cat wrangler: out of character

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boy-snax · 4 months

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kravitz writing

usually post this on AO3 but its short enough here i think

Kravitz had made peace with the cold long ago. Being a corpse had unnerved him at first; it took quite a lot to get used to the rigor mortis and the unnatural movement of his own body (and that wasn’t even mentioning his secondary skeleton form). And though the initial shock wore off, the existential horror of it all reared its ugly head time and time again. It’d taken almost a good few years to realize no breathing meant no sputtering fog clouds during winter. Animals shied away from his touch, if they were even brave enough to stay in his presence. In his most panicked states he’d grasped hands over his chest only to realize his heart wasn’t hammering, and his blood wasn’t pumping, and his mind was simply trying to feel what wasn’t there. While most of his emotions stayed intact, experiencing panic without the physical deliriousness was quite a horror in itself. So he tried not to panic, if he could help it.

Being warm was a lot harder now than before. Wrapping himself in blankets and sheets didn’t help; he produced no body heat, and therefore had no heat to preserve. There were only little things that brought him warmth. The full light of the sun on a bright summer day soaked into his skin, making him feel almost alive sometimes. Fires helped, too. He didn’t get to be around fires a lot. Sometimes he would try to conjure a small, magical flame in his palms just to hold it near his face and feel its warmth blossom across his nose, his cheeks, his lips. It just wasn’t the same.

Kravitz never had a consistent respite from the cold. Not until he met Taako, anyway. Because Taako’s life was just full of warmth.

Taako liked to cook on his own, but Kravitz couldn’t help but butt in from time to time. Taako would begrudgingly give him a pan to simmer, and the hot smoke and steam would billow up and up into Kravitz’s face. Even the feeling of popping grease falling onto his hands- nearly hot enough to burn- was a welcome sensation. After a while, it became routine. Taako quickly caught what Kravitz wanted; he kept him in charge of any big open flames for him to relish in the blast of heat. Kravitz would be in charge of the oven, too. Crouching down and pulling out anything fresh from baking, leaning in just a little too close to feel that warmth from inside.

And with all this came the fresh food, of course. The freshest stuff he’d eaten in decades. Kravitz could scarcely wait to down everything that came out of their kitchen. He didn’t even really need it- food was a luxury and not a necessity. But he could feel its travel from his mouth to his gut. Taako interpreted Kravitz repeatedly burning the roof of his mouth as a compliment.

He always volunteered to do the laundry for the same reasons. The warm water and soap and even warmer sunlight that dried them off left a pleasant buzz in his hands. Technically, washing didn’t necessitate hot water unless he was scrubbing out a stain, but he boiled it and let it sit out for a few minutes for his own enjoyment. It seemed less weird than if he had just boiled water to stick his hands in.

He saved that for baths, too, when it seemed convenient enough. Having an entirely warm bath was admittedly much more work and resources than one could afford on a regular basis. It was for special occasions- the good and bad kind. Celebrating a holiday night, or taking his mind off a particularly violent day at work. Fortunately, Taako didn’t mind heating all that water, for he was as weak for baths as Kravitz was. They’d spent many hours just soaking and sleepily talking, too tired to stand and dress and go to bed.

Taako’s friends were pretty warm too, but that wasn’t as welcome an occurrence. Magnus never failed to dishevel Kravitz’s getup every time he hugged him. It was quite a skill of his. And Kravitz had a feeling Magnus was challenging himself to lift the reaper off the ground every time, just to prove that he could. But no matter the inconvenience and absurdity of it all, he still found himself fighting off a smile. Taako’s family was so much more forward than most. It made him feel at ease, in a way. Knowing that no matter how strange Kravitz was, they were stranger.

But Taako himself was Kravitz’s favorite source of warmth by far.

He tried not to ask for it much. Kravitz knew better than anyone how uncomfortable the cold was, but Taako insisted that he didn’t mind.

In the colder evenings when Kravitz retired from work, he crashed into bed with Taako and buried his face and hands into his neck, or his chest, or his stomach. Taako didn’t like when Kravitz laid on his bare stomach; the sudden cold tickled him in a way and made him giggle uncontrollably. So, naturally, it was Kravitz’s favorite place. And though it would be cold at first, they would both be warm after a while. Although Kravitz’s body couldn’t produce heat, his human flesh could still retain the heat rather well. The longer they rested together, the warmer they got. Taako usually rested his hands on Kravitz’s shoulders or back. During the winter, he opted to hold his boyfriend’s face instead to speed up the warming process. Kravitz never shivered anymore- his body must’ve given up decades into the perpetual cold- but he could feel when Taako did. He massaged and rubbed Taako in return to try to keep him warm with friction.

He stole warmth from smaller instances, too. Kisses her and there, ones where Kravitz brushed up on him from behind and let his cheek linger against Taako’s just a few seconds longer. He loved to rub Taako’s hands, too, which Taako asked for often. Being a chef *and* a wizard *and* a prankster all at once sometimes left them cramped and sore. He didn’t stretch very well. Or, perhaps he didn’t stretch, so Kravitz could massage the pain out of his joints instead. Whatever the case, neither of them minded.

They were doing so now, laid out on the couch with Taako half on top of him, half to his side, and their little fufu dog between his feet. He held one of Taako’s hands between his, gently massaging small circles into his palm. They’d stopped talking a while ago, and Kravitz couldn’t tell if he was asleep or not. The silence and stillness made him believe so, but Taako’s breathing hadn’t quite slowed. He could feel his breath still blossoming warmth along his neck. Between the dog at his feet, the fireplace to one side, and the boyfriend on top of him, he didn’t think there was a single part of him that wasn’t warm.

#taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #taz kravitz #kravitz taz

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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I still think it's a shame that we haven't had anything in the show related to johnny and miyagi emotionally -- what I mean by that is that, yes, we've had him mentioning larusso's sensei that beat him and his friends up (during his "daniel was the real bully" rewrite of events), and there was daniel in the training-bit that pointed out that miyagi was a badass who defeated kreese (was it in the training bit, I think so), but johnny had nothing really to say to that, and there's "no be there," which was framed as a joke (that's a whole other tangent)

off the top of my head -- which, it has been a few months since I've gone through the whole thing -- that's all we've had, but miyagi saved johnny's life, and I think that's worthy of writing something about. johnny is consistently derisive about miyagi-do, but quite apart from whether or not he thinks teen!daniel could defeat him at the all-valley, miyagi definitely got kreese without breaking a sweat, and johnny's ptsd-envisioned almost getting choked to death several times on this show, but it always ends before he gets rescued

idk, this is kind of not-fully-thought-out, but it's to do with the way that the show never fully completes the inwards spiral it was doing to bring johnny into the karate kid story (it may in s6... but since johnny's storyline is now "new baby out of nowhere, not at all related to any of his growth and certainly not carmen's" it's doubtful). s1 johnny is supposed to be abrasive and unwilling to have anything to do with miyagi-do (except for when he does, episode 9 my beloved), and then bit by bit he's being brought from his "side" of the narrative into daniel's narrative, which he merely played a part in initially (I say, as if I haven't read 100 fics in which he and daniel got it on at prom) and has been unwilling to see what that part entailed, because if they weren't equally matched nemeses and he did just beat him up several times because he didn't like him, then what does it mean that his father-figure tried to kill him for failing to beat him at a teen karate tournament?

they pay lip-service to some of that with the whole miyagi-fang + training montage bit, but of course s5 then does nothing with it, but what I mean is that if johnny really belonged in daniel's story - because this is the miyagi-verse, not the daniel or johnny verse - I really wanted him to acknowledge the role miyagi played in his life, and to be respectful of that. he's acknowledged that kreese was bad for him, and nearly killed him, but that's idk... the anger and betrayal part of it all. on the other side of that was daniel's mentor/father, a story which he didn't belong in (perhaps doesn't feel like he deserved to be in, cycle of abuse etcetc), but for a moment intersected with his, and now deliberately intersects with his, he wants to intersect with his, and miyagi's ghost hovers over all of it

it's unfortunate that they dragged johnny back to a safe place (for them), where his character development barely still applies, and it's probably-definitely to do with getting him away from daniel, so "not-talking-about-miyagi" isn't the highest on the list of things that has jarringly thrown johnny out of the main storyline and into his own weird stepford hellscape, but it's up there for me alongside "you're alright larusso," as the most puzzling omissions from the show, because it's... it's right there. the easiest character development in a show that's all about being incredibly on the nose with its arcs

once upon a time I thought "nah, they'll leave it for the end, because it's the perfect ending," but now we are... here. whatever end s5 was doing. and it's a little bit more *chuckles, you remember that johnny told daniel that he was alright and handed him the trophy right? you remember that miyagi stepped in to save johnny's life when he was a kid right? you remember that those were two significant scenes that happened... right?*

ah well vive le fanfiction, especially with this show 😂

TL;DR I think johnny saying a few words about miyagi (respectful ones, not s1 johnny ones) would bring johnny into the karate kid story properly, by acknowledging the role miyagi played in his life

#johnny lawrence #nariyoshi miyagi #cobra kai #the karate kid #ck #tkk #pet headcanon is that miyagi is the reason that sam happened to be in the car ramming johnny's that night #and that johnny and daniel kept walking into places -- like the double-date in s2 -- where the other person was #miyagi is the deus ex machina and the storyteller and the instigator -- puck and ghost and the ancestor #so you should visit his grave and pay your damn respects johnny! he did all of this just for you to mock his speech patterns?!#cobra kai meta

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trans-gainerism · 2 years

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weight gain denial please…

(Thanks for the prompt! I hope this is what you were hoping for, it was fun to write 😁)

It’s amazing what excuses the human mind will invent when it’s in denial. It can even be subconscious, not knowing you’re inventing justifications for your actions. Because you could never get fat, right? You were the fit one of your friend group, the one they went to for exercise advice.

One day you pull on a shirt in the morning, only to find that it’s clinging a little tightly to your belly. Hmm, that’s odd.

But you tried a new setting on your washing machine recently, so it must be that. That’s gotta be it, you justify - not noticing that even the shirts you haven’t washed recently have ‘shrunk in the wash’.

You sigh as you enter the clothing store. This washing machine debacle has forced you to get almost an entire new wardrobe - the shrinking so bad that your belly spills over your waistband and shirts wrap around you and squeeze your flesh out around it like putty.

You browse the racks, taking a few in your size and bringing them to the changing room. To your exasperation, the shirts will barely go over your chest, and the pants get stuck going over your ass - your legs packed in tightly like sausages in skins.

Ugh, you can’t believe it; companies are making clothes smaller and smaller these days, only catering to the super skinny ‘ideal’ body types and ignoring their mid sized clientele. This isn’t the store you usually go to anyway, so they probably have a different sizing system.

You settle for a few sizes bigger than usual. Venting these thoughts to the cashier, she looks you up and down quickly, a strange expression on her face, before putting on her best polite smile and agreeing.

When you go out for dinner the next night with a few friends, your cheeks go red when you lean back after your delicious meal and a button goes pinging off your shirt and strikes your glass with a chime. You laugh it off along with the others, saying that you really shouldn’t have gone to that shop - they obviously make things cheap and low quality if their buttons come off so easily.

This continues and the lies to yourself become more elaborate.

You’re getting winded going up the stairs? You must be coming down with something, maybe the flu. Weird that there aren’t any other symptoms.

All those midnight snacks, and always having something to eat in one hand? Things have been stressful recently - and you occasionally smoke, so you must be getting the munchies.

Starting to only wear your sweatpants with the elasticated waistband? You’re working from home now, you’ll feel better if you’re comfortable - plus your work pants shrunk in the wash as well.

You can’t reach down to put on your shoes any more? You’ve never been very bendy, and you’ve probably just done something to your back.

You’re turned away from theme park rides because they say they have a weight limit? Well, these things are made for kids- that’s understandable. Strange how your friends said they went on that ride last time they were here.

But everyone else can see what you can’t.

Your muscles have given way to a thick blubber that wobbles and shakes, and the only time your belly isn’t flabby and soft is when you’ve stuffed it taught with the tasty food you’ve been mindlessly shovelling down.

Your face has a cherubic halo of chub, your double chin enveloping your neck, melding seamlessly with your flabby shoulders - your gargantuan arms no longer lifting weights, but are now delivering food to your mouth almost non stop.

Your ‘chest’ consists of two bags of fat, jiggling and bouncing on your distended belly with every movement.

Don’t worry, you won’t have to worry about that for long though because you might not be moving much soon.

It’ll be fascinating what excuses you will come up with then.

#wg story #weight gain fiction #weight gain story #wg text #weight gain

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pan-de-queer · 1 year

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valleys behind your kneecaps (supercorp)

Genre: Fluff, No Powers AU

Summary:

Sam clasps her hands together as she leans almost halfway over the table. “Will you please do this for me?” “Sam—” “I’ll never complain about your restaurant choices ever again, you can keep the modeling payment, and I’ll buy you lunch for two weeks straight.” “I’m an heiress, Sam, I really don’t need the payment or free lunch.” “That last part wasn’t a bribe, it’s a threat.” Lena scoffs, rolling her eyes as she fights a smile. “Fine. I’ll do your little modeling thing.”

Or: Lena's a med student, Kara's an artist, and somehow they still fall in love.

Author's Note: i did a writing test for work and i couldn't get my head to write original blorbos without an outline so i wrote supercorp instead and then changed the names so this is the og of that test (but longer bc i can't shut up about these idiots fr) oh also happy belated(??) valentines i guess! title from Kindling by Caitlyn Siehl and unbetaed for now (knowing me, the fic might get longer when i edit lol)

UPDATE: i edited :))) and added around 500+ words

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Lena rarely ever gets time for herself.

It comes with the territory, she knows that. Being a med student means sacrificing a lot to become the doctor the Luthors have always expected of her.

It probably helps that her social life wasn’t all that affected.

Her grand total of three friends all understood the pressure she was under and the work she constantly has to do to stay on top. Still, that didn’t mean they didn’t force her to take a break every now and then.

Which is how Lena finds herself here, at Noonan’s, enjoying brunch with Sam on a sunny Thursday morning. Or, well, she was enjoying it until Sam gets a call from Ruby’s school and asks for a favor. A weird one.

“You want me to model for you?” Lena laughs, her sides cramping up. She laughs so hard she chokes on her kale and salmon salad. She laughs until she realizes that Sam isn’t laughing along. Until she realizes that Sam is dead serious.

“Oh.” Lena blinks, jaw clamping shut at Sam’s wide, pleading eyes.

“Please, Lena, it’s in half an hour and they wouldn’t be able to find a replacement so last minute and you know how Ruby gets when I make her wait.”

“She gets it from you,” Lena scoffs, dusting nonexistent dirt off the spot next to her coffee. “Besides, shouldn’t I be coming along to check on Ruby’s health?”

“Okay, first of all, rude! Secondly, you’re a medical student training to be a surgeon, not a pedia.”

“It’s not like I don’t know enough of the basics to check on her.”

“No. The school nurse already gave her the all-clear she just needs to go home and rest. Now.” Sam clasps her hands together as she leans almost halfway over the table. “Will you please do this for me?”

“Sam—”

“I’ll never complain about your restaurant choices ever again, you can keep the modeling payment, and I’ll buy you lunch for two weeks straight.”

“I’m an heiress, Sam, I really don’t need the payment or free lunch.”

“That last part wasn’t a bribe, it’s a threat.”

Lena scoffs, rolling her eyes as she fights a smile. “Fine. I’ll do your little modeling thing.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Sam drops a sloppy kiss on Lena’s forehead before she grabs her things, backing away with her purse in one hand and her phone in the other. “The class is in Studio C. Just tell the instructor I sent you! Thank you!”

Sam disappears out the doors before her last thank you even ends and Lena’s left alone with her half-eaten brunch and a sudden appointment to keep.

The things Lena does for her friends.

With a sigh, Lena finishes her salad and coffee before exiting the café that stood right across the cursed art studio. Sam had been modeling part-time for DEO Studio for almost two years now and had even invited Lena and their usual friend group (consisting of Jack and Andrea) to take some beginner’s classes for fun. Lena had never accepted the offer, of course, what with all the studying and hospital rounds she always had to do, but she’d always been supportive of her friend’s varying choice of part-time jobs (she kept trying to convince Sam to just ask for a raise, after all, she’d been the one to convince Lex to hire her, but Sam was too much of a wimp to negotiate with Lillian).

As Lena walks across the cracked, paved street and pushes open clear, glass doors, she wonders if she’s being a little too supportive this time.

The inside of the studio is clean and minimalist, brick walls painted white surrounds the space with a simple, wooden front desk greeting everyone who enters. A small waiting lounge is lined up in front of the studio’s towering glass windows and the walls have fewer paintings and pictures than Lena assumed there’d be in an art studio. A large, sculpted art piece stands off to the side to seemingly make up for the lack of them.

“Hello! Welcome to DEO Studio.” A young woman greets her from behind the desk. “Can I help you with anything?”

Lena shuffles towards the reception desk, the weight of Sam’s favor slowly starting to hit her. “Um, yes. My friend, Samantha Arias, had an emergency to take care of and asked me to sub-in for her modeling work today.”

Truly, the strangest, almost laughable sentence she’s ever said.

Lena?

A model?

Ha!

“Oh! Yes, I’m familiar with Sam. I’m Nia!” Nia stands to offer her a handshake and despite the nerves starting to creep into her chest, Lena takes it with all the poise of an heiress.

“Hi, Nia. Lena. Sam said that the class is in Studio C and that I should tell the instructor she sent me?”

“Yes, alright, let me lead you to the studio and I can explain the situation to the instructor.”

Nia circles around the desk to lead her down the entrance to the left and Lena follows with a soft, “Thank you so much.”

Lena folds her hands behind her back to keep them from twisting, a habit Lillian is still trying to fix. Instead, Lena focuses on the way the studio is laid out, channeling her nerves into taking stock of her surroundings. The hallways are as white and nondescript as the front room, but Lena takes note of the two photography studios and a sculpting studio that they pass before stopping at a nondescript glass door at the end of the hall.

Nia enters first and holds the door open for her to follow. When she enters, the first thing Lena notices is that while the room remains white, paintings and drawings and posters litter two free walls from floor to ceiling. One wall is covered with shelving, closets, cabinets, and a dressing room, neatly labeled with big, printed stickers, while a huge panel of windows cover the wall opposite the door. A small, raised platform stands in the middle of the room, far enough from the door to be difficult to see immediately but right in the middle of the well-lit room.

Seven easels circle the platform with three of the wooden chairs accompanying each easel already occupied by an artist setting up their sketchpad and materials. An eighth easel stands in the far left corner of the room, farthest from the windows and door, and has a tall, tan goddess standing next to it who seems occupied with organizing her own materials.

Lena is frozen at the sight of the woman, but Nia walks straight towards the Adonis of a blonde, exchanging a hushed conversation that includes a few glances her way that Lena uses as an excuse to politely take a look at the woman she assumes she’s working with.

The maybe-instructor is taller than her, looking down at Nia with a furrow between her blonde brows and an adorable tilt to her head. She wears cute, blocky glasses that frame eyes that, without even seeing them, Lena knows are gorgeous. Plump pink lips are twisted into a frown as the woman nods at whatever Nia is telling her. She’s dressed in a comfy-looking plaid button up, the sleeves rolled up tightly on her forearms and her biceps obviously straining under the cotton. Before Lena’s gaze can fall any lower, though, Nia and the maybe-instructor start walking her way and Lena’s breath catches as she finally gets a good look at the woman’s face.

Bright blue eyes crinkle adorably at the corners as a tan nose wrinkles over a welcoming grin. Lena is pretty sure the woman’s smile can stop wars. It was art in itself.

“Hi!” The woman of Lena’s dreams greets with an outstretched hand as they come to a stop in front of her. “Nia told me that you’re subbing in for Sam and I’m really thankful for the assist! I’m Kara, Kara Danvers.”

By some miracle, Lena’s brain manages to react before she can even fully process what’s happening. Her hand slipping into a warm, calloused one as she replies, “Lena. I’m happy to be here.”

“And we’re glad to have you!” Kara beams, her smile somehow brightening even more. “Follow me and I’ll show you what you’ll be doing for today’s class.”

Like a moth to a flame, Lena followed Kara through the studio, barely remembering to thank Nia for the guidance as Kara starts talking a mile a minute.

“So today’s class is an intermediate drawing class, so everyone’s used to working with a model already. We normally start every model-work class with quick line sketching before you have to do the whole sitting still for an hour thing.” Just when Lena thinks Kara’s finished her explanation, her eyes widen and she keeps going. “Oh! Did Sam tell you you’d have to be sitting still for this? It can feel kind of awkward and cramp-y at first but if you need any breaks you can just signal me and I can give you a minute or two to stretch but—”

“Kara.” Lena lays a hand on the art instructor’s strong, broad shoulder, realizing that if she continued to keep quiet then Kara will never stop. “I get it, it’s fine. And I’ve modeled before, kind of.”

Luthor Corp promotionals and Lillian’s constant need to showcase the perfect family image definitely counts as modeling in Lena’s book.

“Oh! Really? That’s so cool!” Kara seems to breathe a little easier at her touch. “Are you, like, a professional model or something?”

Lena laughs, flattered but also mystified. She knew she had some looks, as many of the wealthy creeps and paparazzi liked to remind her, but she was far from model material. Lillian made sure to remind her of that every time she was pictured out in public.

Still, the fact that Kara thinks so is sweet.

“No, I’m definitely not model material,” Lena shakes her head, smile wry and shoulders tight. “I’m a med student.”

Kara hums, lips pursed thoughtfully. “Yeah, I guess it wouldn’t be all that fair if you were a model. You’d be too perfect. Beauty and brains? Definitely cheating.”

Heat blooms from Lena’s neck to her cheeks, Kara’s smile widening as blue eyes seem to trace every touch of pink on her face. Hoping to pull the attention away from her flaming cheeks, Lena ducks her head and asks, “So, what do I need to do first?”

The question seems to snap Kara back into work mode, because then, Lena’s being shown the different kinds of poses most class models go for before being offered a floor pillow or a chair to model on. Lena chooses the chair and only has enough time to thank Kara for carrying it to the platform before the class begins.

Introductions are made briefly at the start as Lena’s the only new person amongst the group, and then the actual class and modeling starts. Lena builds a rhythm with the warm up sketches, getting comfortable with quick poses and holding them for a minute before moving on to the next. The room is filled with the sound of pencil scratching paper and Lena feels the most relaxed she’s been in years.

There’s something freeing about being a small class model. She isn’t striking any kind of dramatic pose and yet every movement is art. Every slouch of her shoulders and stretch of her leg is something these people can turn beautiful.

(It also helps that Kara praises her after every pose, a warmth Lena refuses to name surrounding her from the inside out.)

A few minutes later, Kara moves to stand next to Lena on the platform with her sketchpad in hand and starts the actual drawing lessons. Lena finds herself captivated with the way Kara speaks, passionate and excited and bright. She watches sure, strong hands wave in every direction, blue eyes widening and narrowing with every explanation and example Kara gives. Eventually, Kara returns to her easel and calls for everyone to start drawing in detail, and Lena manages to fall into a pose sitting comfortably in the direction of the instructor herself.

She uses the position to give her an excuse to look Kara’s way. Watches blonde brows furrowing as Kara stares at her own sketchpad with a slight pout to her pink lips. Steady fingers make varying strokes on the paper as a slender wrist twists this way and that. It’s only a couple minutes later that Lena notices the constant rhythm of Kara’s pencil strokes suddenly still. Green eyes move from long fingers to broad shoulders to tilted lips and then sparkling blues.

Busted.

Kara seems amused at catching Lena staring, even a little pleased if Lena were to believe her imagination. But Lena was never much of a believer, so she put on her Luthor mask and pushed back her embarrassment at being caught, raising a challenging brow instead.

Kara only responds with a smug smile before diving back into her own drawing.

Lena lets out a shaky breath as the attention (or Kara’s attention, at least) shifts. She tries to return to her previous position and attempts to focus on the art scattering the wall.

She fails.

Green eyes unintentionally stray towards bright blue eyes and perfect blonde hair, and then the cycle repeats.

Lena stares.

She gets caught.

Kara smiles.

Rinse.

Repeat.

Fall.

By the time Kara finally calls for everyone to show their drawings, Lena almost feels as if they were flirting.

But why would a walking goddess flirt with her?

“Alright, class!” Kara claps her hands as Lena leans against one of the art-covered walls, finally free from sitting in the middle of the room. “Great work today! I can see that you’re all getting faster and some of you are even developing your own art styles. Keep practicing and I’ll see you all next week!”

The students all leave, none seemingly interested in staying behind for a chat but all giving Kara and Lena a quick glance as they leave.

(So maybe she threw subtle out the window after Kara caught her staring the first time. Sue her.)

Once the last student makes their way out, Kara steps off the platform and makes her way over, smile tilted on her pretty, pink lips.

“You stayed,” Kara’s voice is soft, breathy.

“Well,” Lena smiles, feels her chest warming at the way Kara says it. “I-” was hoping to ask you out. I think you’re super hot; here’s my number. I am so gay. All excellent and accurate choices, really, and yet the words that come out of Lena’s mouth are: “I wasn’t sure if you paid Sam after every class or every month.”

Kara’s eyes widen before a sheepish smile replaces it and suddenly Lena feels like she’s fucked up. “Oh, I almost forgot. I mean, I didn’t! I never forget to pay Sam. Fair pay! Y’know? Um, just, sorry, the modeling payment’s usually with Nia or J’onn.”

Lena feels the warmth start to fade as Kara takes a noticeable step back. Oh. Fuck.

“Wait!” Lena winces at the volume of her own voice but lets out a breath as she watches Kara freeze. “Sorry, I meant, um, I don’t need the payment right now. Or ever, really.”

Kara’s brows furrow as Lena tries to sort through her thoughts. “Well that doesn’t sound fair, Lena. We make it a practice to pay everyone who works for us. I’m pretty sure it’s both unethical and illegal to not pay your employees and when you model for us, you’re technically like a freelance employee. So we’ll obviously pay you for your time.”

“Kara?” Lena rushes in the second Kara pauses for a breath.

“Yeah?”

“I understand the legal requirements and all, but I did this as a favor for a friend, so what I meant was that you can keep the payment and give it to Sam, instead.” Lena smiles, aiming for reassuring. “I don’t need the money, and, honestly, the payment thing wasn’t what I really wanted to say.”

Kara sucks in a breath at the admission, blue eyes wide as a hopeful look crosses her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lena sucks in a breath, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she tries to pluck any semblance of courage to ask a ridiculously gorgeous girl out.

“I really liked your lesson,” Lena starts, far from what she was hoping to say but a start nonetheless.

“Thanks,” Kara smiles, earnest but a little confused. “You did great for a non-professional model.”

Lena chuckles in reply, smile crooked as she tries to bite it down. “Thanks. I had some high expectations to meet.”

“Well, consider them met.”

And Kara’s so sincere, so cute as she stuffs her pencil-smudged hands into her pockets, that Lena decides, fuck it. What does she have to lose? She can ask Kara out and get a date or simply avoid the woman for the rest of her life. Easy.

“Kara,” Lena lets out a breath, green eyes glued to the paint splatter stuck on Kara’s faded sneakers. “I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee some time.”

The words on a date are stuck in her throat, but Lena considers it a big enough win that she asked at all. So she waits, lungs frozen and heart drumming in her chest for a rejection she expects and a miracle she hopes for. She’s focusing on keeping her breathing steady when a warm hand envelopes hers. Slowly, she looks up to find Kara beaming, a smile brighter than every single smile Kara’s given her today combined, blonde waves bouncing up and down excitedly.

“I’d love to have coffee with you some time.” Lena feels Kara’s hand squeeze hers gently before blue eyes crinkle further as Kara’s smile widens impossibly brighter. “But only on one condition.”

“Anything.” Lena says. Everything, she thinks.

Kara leans in closer, close enough that Lena can tell each shade of blue in her eyes. “Can coffee be a date?”

And Lena laughs, because yes. Yes. “I’d love nothing more.”

#cw supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fic #my writing #the prompt was for a student doctor to meet the 'love of their life' in an art studio for the test and my brain went 'that's supercorp'#it's ass o clock in the morning here and i have work in a couple hours so i'll edit later this evening if i finish work early hahahaha #idk how i feel about this the flow doesn't seem smooth to me but! easily fixable for a more coherent brain so #enjoy!!#UPDATE: edited!#queer bread writes

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basedkikuenjoyer · 8 months

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Never Mind the Bollocks, This One's About the Robot

Does...does Bonney just make everything a named attack? You can guess from the title what we'll be focusing on the most here from Chapter 1092. I could start by pointing out a lot of things as this quiet thread weaves ever more and more into the foreground. Seeing more of a known scene through Akainu/Bonney. Kizaru and his forlorn attitude towards duty demanding the elimination of those he has a bond with. Here's one that'll waggle your eyes, isn't Kuma right now quite reminiscent of Cindry?

At this point, we've seen enough to know at least one thing is true. One of One Piece's little tricks is every arc has a thread that's more about setting up the next. Okiku is Wano's. You know what I say; the conspicuous absence from the Ryokugyu fight and ending on Rakugo Rocky's unreliable narration after the type of story we told with her opens the door to more than that. But forget about that...Robonosuke.

So that was the original pitch right? We didn't see closure on Kiku and a lot of things because she is still on the ship this whole time and has been quietly coordinating with the Grand Fleet, a sensible niche for a new quartermaster. One it's not time to write off yet, a lot of things could still happen. The ship getting tossed is a good chance to play with that. We did lose our stated plan which was a necessary step, and I'll remind you now how easily that came about very recently. Vegaforce-01 went down. But something else happened. Luckily, we have a spare though I don't think this one can fly. This...this is where we now have to heavily consider another idea. One we've poked at before.

This shouldn't be too hard of a thread to follow. We've already raised the idea that we've seen Egghead Island before. It has the right placement to have been where Oden met Toki, which would be pre-lab. Let's assume that's true for a moment. Why was Toki there in the first place? According to Vegapunk, that robot has been here for 200 years since its assault on Mariejois. It isn't crazy to think that's why VP wanted to set up his lab here, but that was post-Toki.

One of the most consistent thoughts we've always had about Okiku's peculiarities is how well they could go hand-in-hand with the potential her actual idol was the 800-year-old woman. Toki was a huge card to put on the table and never really utilize, even moreso when you have a cryptic but major new face in the present who can carry on a separate will and keeps hanging out in the background doing a whole lot of typical "new recruit" type things.

We certainly imply Robonosuke here awoke due to the drums of liberation...but that doesn't jive. This is the third time Luffy's gone G5. At least second if you don't count the quick bit with Bonney. Egghead just did the misleading stinger. We've already floated the idea that maybe instead of the ship our newbie who quietly slipped away has been solo questing on an island that could have tangential personal significance. Putting us back at another moment where you could actually pull the trigger very easily from here, assuming you deal with a couple of logistical problems. The plan to fly away being so spur of the moment and instantly dashed works better with "oh yeah, we forgot..." at least. Remember the cloud cover skipping over the night gives us for justifying almost anything.

What if Luffy had the right idea with Robonosuke? You just needed to know his name. That relationship with Toki would make Kiku one of the absolute best candidates to believably know exactly what she found and how to use it. A scrap heap sounds like the exact right place thematically for her to do so.

Weird thing about factoring in Toki is that she could really pop up a lot of places in history. We don't really know much about her past, she took to the life of a Daimyo's wife quite well. There's also the idea Oden's journal is our main source about her. Toki just flat-out could have been a part of why Robonosuke ended up on this island or any number of things.

#one piece #chapter 1092 #post-wano musings #robonosuke #kozuki toki

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wintrfang · 11 months

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They Call Me the Seer

They call me the Seer. I was born with special eyes. For as long as I can remember I could always see, but not the world around me, not as it was anyway. My parents tell me that sometimes I would cry, for no clear reason, and eventually stop similarly unprompted. As I've grown I've come to realize that my eyes can always see where I am, but sometimes they don't see when I am. I can always hear, smells touch, and taste what seems to be reality. But most of the time I don't see the right time.

Sometimes, when I concentrate hard enough, I think I can control when I'm seeing. I can usually keep it so that things are close to reality, buildings are where they should be, rocks, trees. But I wear an eye bandage to make it clear that I can't see people I might walk into. For whatever reason, this doesn't affect my ability to "see" as people claim it should.

But sometimes, when I'm not remembering to concentrate or if too many outside stimuli are distracting me, the sight shows me vastly different times than when reality is. At times the ground is almost eye level or way below me. I've seen dark depths of lakes that either no longer or might some day exist. At times it is completely dark. I'm unsure if this is because the light of the sun and stars has faded or perhaps I'm under the surface of the ground. This latter theory I have proved true sometimes by hopping in place and just barely peeking above the ground and seeing. But sometimes no matter how hard I try I can't see anything. Or everything is on fire.

One of the weirdest parts is that I rarely see myself. Occasionally I can turn around and see me walking towards me. Or see me walking ahead of me. This also took a while to realize. I didn't initially have any consistent way to know what I looked like. But one time I saw someone with eye bandages turn around to look my way, waving their hand weird, then I took a few steps forward and turned around. I focused for a moment to see into the past and saw the same person walking towards me so I waved at them.

Word of my sight has reached the ruler of this land. A group of people were sent to bring me to the ruler, I assume so that my powers can be used for the good of the people, but I've heard whispers that it may be more selfishly motivated.

I've been able to catch a few glimpses of my escorts. They are a motley crew, no uniforms, no military identification. I would almost say they look like criminals if my parents hadn't said they were definitely holding an official seal. But they are all very friendly and, even if it is just because it is their job, they make sure to take very good care of me. Occasionally when my sight changes unexpectedly I will let out a small scream. I can always hear them move into a formation around me while one comes directly to me and ask in a stern yet soothing tone what is wrong. When I clarify, as best I can, they resume leading me onward.

We've been travelling for a while now and the closer we get to our destination, the more I start to worry. I keep seeing battles, signs of war torn lands, and other things that concern me. Some of them seem in the distant past or future, but some seem like they could be less than a few months from now. I've mentioned this to some of those escorting me. This caused some dissenting opinions, whether they should take me the rest of the way so they get paid or if they should take me away out of fear of what I might accidentally cause.

I don't know what they will do, let alone what they should do. I've never though about if I could change the events that I see until now. Are my visions destiny or just a possibility?

The end...?

If you read this whole thing thank you for reading it! I hope you enjoyed. I've had this character idea in my head for probably a decade, maybe longer. And I finally thought maybe Tumblr would be a good place to write some short stories. If you enjoy it please give a like and maybe reblog too? I might be encouraged to write more.

Also if you want to use this as like a ttrpg campaign or something feel free. I wrote it as setting agnostic as possible, so it could easily be in fantasy, modern, sci fi, whatever. The basic idea is that the party would be tasked with going to get the Seer and then you could make it clear that actually delivering the Seer is probably a bad idea. Or add your own twist! If you do use it I'd love to hear about it though.

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