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prideymcprideface · 3 years

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ARt (F!MCxDiavolo)

Warnings: NSFW!, very light dubcon, language

Word count: 1777

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As you add the finishing highlights on to your work, heat creeps up your face. You’ve never drawn anything quite SO lewd.

To be fair, this was the only way you could think of to release some pent up “steam”, so to speak. Diavolo was getting to be too much these days. His eyes that sparkle whenever he laughs, his almost calculatedly messy auburn hair, and, oh my god, when he’s in his demon form, his rippling abs, and toned arms.

As you admire your newly finished art piece you imagine the same scene happening in real life. Diavolo’s strong hand snaked up the front of your blouse, your skirt hiked up as he positions himself at your ent-.

“Ohhhh, (M/C). This is truly quite a scene.” You freeze in place at the Prince’s voice. Shit. You quickly flip the paper over, concealing the filth. “Is this what you think about when I’m not around... And I promise you, I’m much bigger than that.” You stare at him in shock for a second.

“I dun- I jus- everyt- when- I- yep. Y’know?” You bury your head into your hands. Embarrassment brings tears to your eyes. What the hell was that?! You think to yourself.

You can feel Diavolo move closer, you peer out, for just a moment, from in between your fingers. Huge mistake! You are met face to.... crotch with him. He snatches up your drawing- you futilely attempt to steal it back, but he’s simply too tall.

“Is this supposed to be me?” Diavolo flashes an amused grin at you. “and even better, (M/C), is the beautiful doll I’m with, you?”

“Noooo?” You mentally pinch yourself, “No. I don’t even see a resemblance to us, honestly.”

“How tragic.” Diavolo feigns sadness, unconvincingly, considering the huge smile that is quick to spread across his lips. “I thought this might mean you may want me, too...”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you cough, and cough, and cough. Your mind spins trying to think of a response.

“Too?” You voice wavers, exposing your excitement and nerves.

Diavolo beams from ear to ear. You’ve unknowingly quenched any doubts he had about your feelings for him. He crouches down, his amber eyes peering up at you.

“Too.” He only says that simple word, but his eyes are telling you so much more. They are burning with a desire, a desire you assume your eyes are reciprocating. Diavolo steals a glance at your lips, and licks his own. You reach your breaking point, you summon all the courage you can muster, and gently bring Diavolo’s face to yours. Your lips crash together, the months of tension, the longing for this to happen, melting away by the second.

Your lips moves in unison with his. His hand snakes up and down your sides, fueling the fire in between your legs. You ache for him.

Diavolo’s tongue dips in between your lips, silently asking permission to explore. You grant him access without hesitation. He pulls you in closer as he delves farther into your mouth, until eventually you’re pulled from your chair and find yourself in Dia’s lap. A very pronounced bulge pushes against your heated crotch. Your mouth forms into a small ‘o’ at this discovery.

“Mmm, you like what you do to me, (M/C)?” He licks from the corner of your mouth, down your jaw, and settling on a sensitive spot on your neck. Your body shudders as he scratches his teeth against your skin.

“Mmhmm,” You breathe out, your mind swimming. You push your hips down grinding across his clothed erection, grinning to yourself when the sucking at your neck pauses in reaction. “We should have been doing this more often.”

“Based off your drawing, you’ve been thinking about me in this way for quite awhile, haven’t you?” When you don’t respond to Diavolo’s question, he digs his nails into your thigh, bringing your attention effectively to him.

“Y-yes, I think about you, like this, a lot...” Your voice trails off in embarrassment.

“Mm, good,” Diavolo pushes you onto the floor, and he towers over you, “because I think about you, your small, fragile body, underneath me, every night.” You can feel his hot breath on your ear as he whispers to you.

Only a small squeak escapes you.

“Do you want to reenact that beautiful drawing of yours? I can make that happen.”

“Yes, please,” Goosebumps raise on your skin at the thought. Diavolo gives you a toothy grin, he’s already clawing at your panties. They never make it off, the garment is left in shreds still around your hips, but effectively giving entrance to your dripping core.

“Ah-” You involuntarily cry out, Diavolo swirls his finger, collecting your juices onto his long finger. He brings it up to his waiting lips, eyes closing, he savors your taste.

“Mmm, (M/C), you’re truly intoxicating.”

You say nothing, only opening your legs wider, inviting him in. His eyes darken at your gesture. He lightly runs another finger down your slit, purposefully avoiding all the places that are aching for his touch. Your hole clenches, seeking relief.

Diavolo smirks down at you, he notices that way your body was already begging for him. Slowly, he enters a single digit into your waiting cunt. Your body visibly stiffens as you wait for what feels like hours, for him to move.

A small whine escapes your clamped mouth. You start fidgeting against him, unable to hold still any longer. His strong hands pins you to the floor, quickly stopping your attempts for more.

Diavolo’s finger is joined by two more, the size of his hands making is a tight squeeze for all three. The feeling of him filling you up overtakes you. He slowly starts pumping in and out of you, at first just scissoring his fingers spreading you out. When he’s satisfied with his work, he plunges those fingers as deep as he can go. You throw your head back, a long moan spills from you, your hand grabbing both sides of Diavolo’s head, pulling his gaze to your face. A small smile creeps onto his handsome features.

He continues to fuck you with his fingers, watching your expressions change, watching the way your eyes roll back every time he curls his fingers into you.

“Harder, please, Dia!” You cry out, wanting more.

Dia stills for a moment, he grabs onto your shoulder for leverage, and slams his fingers back into you.

“Ah!” Stars flood your vision, the familiar tightness in your core clueing you in to your approaching orgasm.

Diavolo can feel the tightening of your walls, he runs small circles over your clit with his thumb, encouraging your climax along. With the skillful work of his masterful hands, you come undone around his fingers.

The demon prince coaxes you through your high, until your left panting underneath him, legs still shaking every once in awhile. Diavolo begins to pump into you more, your body jolts at the overstimulation. You involuntarily try to push away from him.

“N-no I can’t, i-it’s too much- Ah!” Diavolo’s tongue replaces his thumb, he swirls circles around your throbbing nub, in eager now.

The demon mumbles into your heat, “You can do another for me, baby.” You continue to struggle against him, the pleasure wracking your entire body.

Without warning, another orgasm, even stronger than the last, courses through you. Your eyes screw shut, back arching off the ground, and hands coming to Diavolo’s hair in between your legs.

When you come to, Diavolo is inches from your face, hand now in between his own legs, pleasuring himself over his pants.

“Are you ready for me now?” Dia licks his lips, eyeing down your entire, used body.

“Yes,” You breathe out, still completely spent from your last orgasm. “Please.”

Diavolo unbuttons his pants, letting his dick spring out. He snakes his hand up the front of your blouse, teasing a pert nipple in between his fingers. He aligns himself with your entrance, dick throbbing for you.

“(M/c)?” You meet his eyes, “This familiar to you?” He’s referencing your drawing.

Without warning he shoves his dick into you, your walls inviting him in. The pain shoots through you, his large cock feels like it’s splitting you in two.

“OH!” You voice your pain, but intstead of stilling Dia pulls out and thrusts back into you with equal force. Your mind blurs as the pain mixes with the pleasure of being so completely full. He continues burying his dick into you, from tip to base over and over with force unmatched by any human you’d been with before. He revels in the way your pussy sucks him in.

Soon, all your senses are replaced with pure pleasure, Dia having adjusted himself to drive right into your g-spot with every thrust. Your body squirms under him, his pace is unrelenting and pushing you towards yet another orgasm.

You become unbelievably tense, body on the edge of climax. “Cum for me again, (M/C), come all over my dick.” Diavolo speeds up, that and his words push you over the edge, Your head goes blank and you’re consumed again by your climax. You throb over Dia’s dick, coaxing him closer to his own release. He rides you through yours, watching every movement of your body intensely.

As you start to come back to reality, you’re met with Diavolo’s lips. He’s kissing you, hungrily.

“You want me to fill you up?” You nod against his neck. “Ah, you take me so fucking good.”

You lick up his neck, tasting the layer of sweat. You give a small nibble, trying to encourage the demon on top of you to give you what you want. He stirs, at the feeling of your teeth on him.

“Please, Dia, I want your cum!”

Your words push him to his release, you can feel his dick pulse inside of you. A small grunt and a series of catching breaths are followed by warmth spreading through you as he cums, filling you up. Your legs wrap around his waist holding him deep inside of you, even after he was finished.

Diavolo chuckles, lifting you up and gently placing you onto your bed, following right next to you, his cock still buried inside. You’re eyes droop, you can barely hold them open.

“Rest,” Diavolo kisses each eye, urging them to close, he wraps two large hands around you, positioning his head right next to yours, “Round 2 will be even better.” He whispers, causing your eyes to flutter open.

This man will be the death of you, you can already tell.

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artificialqueens · 2 years

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Let's Take Over The World, Hand In Hand, 3/21 (Taywhora) - M8existing

AN: Content warning - smut, calling cigarettes f*g, excessive drinking

I hope you enjoy this chapter! This story will have regular smut. And eventual drug use, which I will start labelling clearly at the top of author notes. And the chapters where the story gets emotionally heavy, I will leave an ample warning here as well.

Also, if there are younger readers, please read at your discretion, and pay attention to content warnings if you do not think you are comfortable reading!

Concrit welcome. I love reading any comments if you have time! I just want to improve my writing!

This story is part 2 of the “Love you, Stupid” Series.

You can read my series on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2683612.

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Chapter 3 Summary: It’s Nice Out

April 2020

It has been a fun two months living together. But Tayce has too many women who adore her, and Aurora is a little jealous. This, mixed with the crushing rejection from another interview. And Gucci is sucking the life out of her.

She is desperate for a night out to drown her sorrows in booze. But instead, she finds herself in an unexpected compromising position.

Perhaps this will give her a much-needed confidence boost.

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Aurora finds the ease of living in a house with five other people surprising. Perhaps it's because their personalities mesh well or their shared interest in fashion; whatever it is, it has been a lively two months. She has fallen into her own comfortable routine within their home, and the monotony of life is less.

Aurora wakes up to an alarm, 6:00 am, laying in for another five minutes before removing her sleep mask. She stretches in bed, empties her water bottle and opens her planner. She scribbles any design ideas that pop up in dreams and writes her three daily goals and gratitudes.

She wanders down the three flights of stairs after cleaning her teeth to do her daily workout in the living area. The only other person awake this early is Bimini, who does yoga and joins Aurora for a fitness app workout. They push themselves hard, which always leaves Aurora dripping with sweat.

But Bimini manages easily. Their physique is truly something else. They only come up to Aurora's shoulder in height, but they are incredibly fit. Wearing baggy shorts and a crop top, their gloriously muscular ass, solid legs and those abs peeking out leave Aurora envious.

Bimini simply shrugs whenever Aurora compliments her figure, attributing it to her vegan diet, pole dancing, watching minimal tv and having a PMA. Positive mental attitude.

After the workout, Bimini massages Aurora, applying firm pressure, cuddling into her from behind and complimenting her improving muscle tone. Fortunately, Bimini hasn't calmed down with her touchiness. But somehow, Asttina doesn't care, so Aurora just enjoys the attention since it isn't coming from elsewhere.

A soothing air surrounds Bimini. They always lounge around reading, water the plants and type away on her laptop. The conversations are insightful, but they are also hilarious. Their intelligence shines through in their humour.

And the vegan curries are delicious.

After a workout, Aurora feels the burn climbing the agonising stairs back to her top floor room, showers, and then goes down one level to Ellie's room. They both share a similar work schedule, working five days a week at the shopping centre, and enjoy each other's company whilst getting ready.

They became friends in college. Ellie has the same passion for design but is interested in costuming and whimsical looks. Dreaming of working for West End productions, Ellie works at a makeup counter for now. Her creativity is unmatched, and she taught Aurora most of the makeup techniques she uses now. Without Ellie, Aurora would probably look like an orange chav mess.

Listening to electronic pop music, competing with the music from the studio below, they do their makeup at her freshly painted lavender vanity. They chat about Ellie's latest escapades since she's a horny menace, laugh at their own incredibly crude jokes and talk about their career goals.

Ellie feels underestimated during her interviews, and Aurora is fed up with running around, doing admin work and buying coffees during internships. She wants a design job but hasn't gotten past first-round interviews.

They change into their work attire. Aurora grabs her lunch and a protein bar to eat on the walk to the tube, looking over at Ellie chugging her daily monster. Aurora loves her twenty-minute journey to the tube is now only five.

They generally plan to arrive for work thirty minutes early so that they can talk more shit whilst Aurora smokes her vape and drinks a coffee. Ellie sips on another Monster. Aurora sighs. No matter how many times she's given the lecture about energy drinks and heart attacks, it never seemed to change Ellie's excessive caffeine habits.

The moment Aurora and Ellie walk through the door, they are greeted with a massive commotion in the living room.

Today, Tayce and Asttina are playing Mortal Kombat or whatever they call that violent game. And both girls are incredibly competitive. It's one of the rare times Tayce looks serious. Ellie asks to take turns for the next matches, and Aurora walks to the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water and an apple to observe it all.

Pip relaxes in an armchair, typing away on her laptop. Bimini rests against Asttina on the couch, reading a book. Both were relaxing and seeming unphased by the yelling and commotion coming from Asttina, Tayce, and now Ellie.

Aurora sees less of Asttina; she's rarely there in the morning as she closes herself off in the second-floor studio, choreographing routines for her Instagram and Tiktok. Her dream is to run her own dance company and be a renowned choreographer and dancer.

But at night, Asttina hangs with the group. At first, Asttina was intimidating, seemingly untouchable, with her unmatched self-confidence and beauty. Her skin is ebony with a natural glow. A muscular figure with a surprising busty chest and bubble butt to match.

But the one thing that makes her seem touchable is watching her adoration for Bimini. Asttina's black gaze is always warm when Bimini is in the room. Her confident stature relaxes, and her fun side comes.

The true Asttina comes out when Bimini cooks up a vegan feast or is laughing at the blondes stories, or right now, as Bimini leans against her, Asttina squeezes her leg between matches and kisses her.

They are a gorgeous couple, and Aurora envies them. Wishing someone would care for her in that way one day.

The household spends their evenings together, catching up on their day, talking shit and sharing a dinner, sometimes cooking a roast, but mostly ordering take out. Sometimes they watch movies or get into deep conversations.

It is fun. And at the end of the night, they all eventually retreat to their bedrooms. Pip is usually the first to go upstairs, sharing the top floor with Aurora.

Aurora thought Pip was on the outside of the group initially. Still, she quickly realises they are arguably the most adored, emanating an air of mystery with a dry tongue that can cut a soul. They affectionately call her 'Sister Sister' for a reason.

When Aurora's social battery runs out, she heads upstairs. Often she'll find Sister sitting on one of the armchairs in the top floor landing. Sometimes Aurora sits for a chat and enjoys the mini jungle of the landing. It's a comfortable place to relax, with or without company.

Tonight, they chat about life, Sister offering to make her a Gin and Tonic, her minifridge seemingly endless with drinks.

The conversations are deep, watching the polluted sky of London and the moon peeking out behind the clouds. Sister is an enigma. When it comes to Sister's personal life, no one in the house knew what was real or fake. As a result, Sister is full of secrets.

No one knows her age. She just jokes that she was 17 and brushes off the subject. Sister is constantly typing away on her laptop and must be doing her job, but none of the girls knows what work is. Sister never alludes to even an industry she might work in or how much she makes. But Aurora and Tayce speculate the pay must be good.

Occasionally, Sister will start paying for all the drinks on a night out when she is drunk. Or shout dinner for a special occasion. Or surprise the household by buying all the groceries for the week and paying the bills.

Sister is the Queen of Bullshit and says she makes a modest living. Or that she hasn't worked a day in her life. So it is a mystery that she lives in a sharehouse if she is rich. But her company is like a warm, painfully dry hug.

The one thing they know is she is a woman of many talents. Sister plays the guitar, insisting she is rusty even though what she plays sounds beautiful and complex. Aurora finds it relaxing listening to Sister play through the wall.

They all know Sister's passion is photography. However, Aurora suspects it isn't what she does for work, as she still watches tutorials on editing photos.

Somehow, their conversations always end in tears. Sister has the uncanny ability to draw out even the most profound emotions from Aurora. After some mild teasing courtesy of Sister (as well as an offered tissue), Aurora says good night. She always works for an hour on her designs before showering and climbing in bed, pulling down her sleep mask. The exhaustion from the lack of sleep during the week makes her crash quickly. Finally, Aurora is ready to sleep and do it all again.

Tayce is a wild card. She's impulsive, with seemingly no routine and pops up at random times of the day. Tayce is irritable if she has an early shoot, complaining whilst making a coffee cup as they work out. They dance whilst smoking 'herbal remedies' in her room while applying facemasks. Tayce asks her to hang out whilst she gets ready late at night for work or meeting with friends.

Auroras crush flourishes. The flirting is subtle, and when drunk, not so much. Just a touch here, and suggestive joke there. Cuddling more tightly than she should and wearing less than usual, knowing she might accidentally flash when leaning forward. But Tayce seemingly shows no interest, and the hickeys and bruises on her chest sometimes prove it.

But Tayce is so elusive. The usual oversharer refuses to share her love life with Aurora, saying a lady never tells.

Aurora knows it stings. One dusk, when Aurora couldn't sleep, she caught Tayce in the backyard smoking, staring at her phone with glassy eyes. Aurora sneaks out, but when Tayce notices Aurora, she perks up. Standing to give her a tight hug, rocking them side to side whilst insisting she is fine and just reading something sad. She was chatting away, even though oceans crash in her black eyes.

Aurora grows curious, but it's impossible to know who. Why is that Welshie so goddamn loveable and contagious?

Sometimes, Tayce attends morning dance classes and joins them for the tube ride to London. Aurora has seen Tayce enter the studio with a few people. Usually, it is an impossibly tall girl with wild natural curls in a questionable outfit, with a tiny ginger girl who cuddles into her side.

But last week, a stupidly gorgeous brunette exuding femininity was waiting for Tayce outside the dance studio. With pale fake tits peeking out of her coat, beautifully styled curls, thick eyebrows, and a small smile on her lips as she hugs Tayce and whispers something too quiet to hear. Aurora felt a bit of an itch under her skin.

Some nights, Tayce asks Aurora to hang out while putting on makeup in her room. She talks a mile a minute. Sometimes she hangs out with Cherry, a goth wig designer Tayce met in college.

She has mentioned Kitty, who sounds like wild fun and shouts everything. Tayce says Kitty loves her spontaneous and hyper energy on a night out, and apparently, she is big shit in the West End.

When the world seems crazy, Tayce always enjoys a wholesome movie night with her friends Tia and Ronnie.

Then her boss Jo, who owns many bars around the city, including the Karaoke one, invites the girls out to her cabaret shows or dinner. She loves Tayce, Bimini and Asttina as her family away from home.

So many people adore Tayce. And why shouldn't they? She is perfect.

Perhaps Aurora is being obsessive. A bit too much. But seeing those beautiful onyx eyes flooding with crocodile tears.

Aurora can't help it.

***

A new part of her routine is job interviews. Lately, an evening each week has been dedicated to interviewing different companies, showing off her portfolio, and being eager for feedback. Anything to help her foot get in the door and out of Gucci.

It's Friday evening, and working at Gucci is draining the life out of her. Aurora scrolls through her notifications and emails.

For fucks sake! Not again…

There is a generic email of rejection from a fashion house. Aurora didn't have the best vibe during the interview, feeling like her designs didn't suit the company, and perhaps it wasn't the right fit. Nevertheless, she had applied because it would be a foot in the door.

But they dare not to give her a fucking call to tell her why?

It's frustrating, and she needs some release. She wants to yell, maybe even cry. Just get out these pent up jitters of constant rejection and ruthless competitiveness.

Aurora peers around the store, not a soul in sight beside her co-worker who is wiping down the counters, so she furiously stabs away at her phone.

[Aurora 19:46] tayce, I'm so fucked off right now. I need to get mortal.

[Aurora 19:48] els, pls tell me you're done soon. Want to get on the piss? Fuck everything

Her first instinct is always to message Tayce. She is a night owl and goes out most Fridays. Then see if Ellie is still at the shops and keen. They can get a head start if they don't head home. Aurora is so desperate for a drink she might even buy an outfit and ditch her uniform in the storeroom over the weekend.

[Tayce 19:55] love u boo boo, r u okay? Want me to come out early? We r at Vaude rn - free wine and dinner w jo xx.

[Aurora 19:57] Nah, I need to buy something, so I'll see you later. Love you too xoxo.

She flutters a little whenever Tayce says those words, even if it's just as a friend.

[Dirty DD 19:53] Hun, the fuck happened? Keen. I finish at 9:00.

[Aurora 19:59] thank fuck. I finish at 9 too. I'll meet you out front xo.

And like that, an hour flies by, and it's time to close shop, changing into her comfier boots and leaving her blazer behind. Thankfully, no one came in, so it was quick work. She vacuums the shop floor, finishes the til count, and gets her co-worker to help with refreshing stock, all while trying not to cry.

Aurora walks over to Sephora and hugs Ellie, feeling tears stream down her cheeks. Ellie's embrace is tight, shushing her hair and saying fuck them, picking up on her energy, assuming it was someone's fault. Ellie is like a giant Care Bear, stupidly colourful and always loving.

"We buy something slutty, then we will do shots, and you'll touch up on Tayce, yeah?" Ellie asks simply. The way she can read her mind is not surprising.

"Yeah… I got another rejection. This time by fucking email. I just don't know what I keep messing up," Aurora sniffles, clinging to the back of Ellie's shirt.

"Well, let's shop and get mortal, hun!" Ellie grabs Aurora's hands, pulling her along to the cheap stores, on the lookout for the shortest dresses ten quid could buy.

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Electronic music booms and bright, colourful lights assault her senses. Already so loud for so early in the evening. Aurora can feel her boots sticking to the floor as she waits with Ellie to order their shots.

They are both wearing matching mini dresses, Aurora's black to fit her mood and Ellie's bright pink. Both girls are eager for some kind of affection, Ellie in colourful sneakers and ready to snog on the dancefloor whilst Aurora only has her eyes on Tayce. The dress is simple, like a long singlet, but tight to her curves with her black and gold work belt. And whilst her backup boots she leaves outback of Gucci aren't particularly sexy. Still, they're bloody comfortable and easy to dance in for hours.

Aurora hopes Tayce will be in the mood for dirty dancing tonight. The closest contact she gets since moving in is cuddling unless they get inebriated. Tayce looks like a goddess whilst dancing, grinding up against her friends. Aurora feels impatient until Tayce decides to run her hands along her body, moving her hips against her and giggling with that mischievous smile.

Aurora yearns and feels so fucking desperate, even though there are plenty of slags willing for a piece of A'whora.

But living with Tayce, it's hard to consider anyone else. She still loves a sneaky snog here and there with a beautiful stranger on the dance floor. Even allowing them to dry hump her thigh if they're particularly keen. But even when a gorgeous woman moans against her lips, and when Aurora cannot distinguish if it's sweat or that kind of wetness against her leg, her mind can't help but jump to Tayce.

Aurora wants to get over this crush so bad. Start fucking again since Tayce clearly isn't interested. Aurora was getting bored of her fingers and showerhead.

Hopefully, dancing in Tayce's arms should suffice. Aurora hopes to touch that toned ass and give into Tayce's soft fingertips and sneaky teasing.

Aurora returns to reality when Ellie shakes her shoulder, "oi, shot time, babes!"

"Fuck yeah," Aurora prepares herself, shaking her head before relishing the burn of cheap vodka down her throat, and sips her vodka soda as a chaser. Even though the lack of sweetness makes it worse.

Ellie shoves them through the crowd to the centre of the dancefloor, and they get to work. Ellie slut dropping seems to match Aurora's height as she texts Tayce, trying to find the group.

[Aurora 22:48] oi, we're on the dancefloor. You? xoxo

[Tayce 22:49] just having a fag, will get u soon xx

Aurora let the quick drinks in succession wash over her, the dance floor hot, loud and flashing. She enjoys the affection from Ellie grinding against her, squeezing her hands and yapping a mile a minute about how excellent Aurora is, stroking her bruised ego.

"Rora!" Her attention is caught by that sweet, charming accent screaming across the floor.

She watches Tayce shove through the crowd and is radiant as always in matching colours in long lavender pants and crop top.

"I love you so much, boo boo," Tayce’s boney arms squeezing around the small of her back were so comforting. Aurora melts into, swaying a little and wrapping her arms around Tayce's back, "I'll be fine. I've been rejected for another design role and just feel shitty. I don't know what I keep fucking up, but I swear I'll be stuck in Gucci forever."

"Baby, there is no way!" Tayce's leans in against her ear, speaking gently but loud, considering the booming vibrations of house music. "You're incredible, a star. So fucking talent. They're just blind, and you'll easily blow them out of the water when your brand grows."

It's sweet how much Tayce believes in her. She's her biggest fan since looking at her sketches at Christmas. She loves every piece she has made for the bar and is always willing to model any experimental garment.

"It just feels shit," Aurora pulls away and feels Ellie come up and hug her from behind.

"Well fuck em, let's get fucked up, baby! Til Bim has to drag us home," Tayce presses a big kiss into her forehead.

So they dance. They dance till her legs are sore. But how close she was to Tayce makes it all worth it. If she's frank, she enjoys Tayce's hands a little too much as she squeezes her butt.

Tayce sends shivers down her spine as she pulls her close, lip brushing her ear, "drinks?"

Aurora just nods, keen for more shots. She links fingers with Ellie, snogging a random person nearby and pulling her to the bar. Ellie complains, but the offer of a free drink quiets her down.

They chat in the queue. It's hot, and lights flash. Tayce is furiously tapping her phone, probably texting the group. Finally, they reach the front of the line. Aurora orders four shots of tequila and a vodka soda to forget the crushing rejection and frustration of the fashion industry. Ellie keeps up with her pace, downing two shots each when Tayce declines to join, just ordering herself some coke mixer.

But the alcohol fulfils its purpose, and she feels lighter and freer.

"Right, follow me," Tayce leads them outside to the smoker's area, full of dry humping couples and crying twats. Aurora feels herself stubble a little as Tayce strides along to the back, where a security guard is standing by some stairs.

"Jo owns Oogie Boogies as well, so we always get VIP access," Tayce wiggles her brows as she hugs the security guard, leading them up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, a metal door opens to a room with moody reds and purple lighting. The walls are littered with old looking portraits, and the tables illuminating with candles, deep wooden bar lining a wall.

Tayce leads her downstairs, walking past several rich wooden booths and tables with dead flowers arranged on the tables. Looking down the banister shows several floors, with the bottom with figures moving on a crowded looking dance floor.

The music matches the other bar, but more sophisticated, wooden bars with walls decorated with hundreds of liquor bottles.

"Cool, innit? All of Jo's bars have a secret whisky bar area. It's her thing. She's as goth as they come, bordering on vampire territory" Tayce pulls them into a booth, where a few empty glasses and handbags are thrown across the table.

"This is so cool? How do you even afford it, though?" Ellie looks around like an excited puppy, admiring the portraits with her drink from the other bar in hand.

"It's proper bougie, but one perk since we pull so many tips is a bar tab and half-price drinks when we drink too much one night a week," Tayce wiggles her eyebrows again as she scans the menu.

"Fuck, that is so cool. Fuck the makeup counter. I need this!" Ellie's jaw drops a little, and Aurora feels a sudden wave of wobble, enjoying the plush booth seating.

"Want a job, mama? I can get you one. But trust me, working at Decopunk is hectic. Jo treats me, Bim and Asty like her daughters, but it's cause we put up with so much shit and haven't left," Tayce shrugs, and Aurora melts as she snuggles into her shoulder.

"Rora, don't write yourself off too soon, missy. I'm out after this and can't coddle you, girl," Tayce's smile is magnetic, and those eyes gleaming with candlelight are too beautiful for Aurora to listen.

"I'm fine. I will have a break," Aurora leans forward to drink more but realises her vodka soda is just watered down the ice.

Three shots and two vodka sodas in about an hour and a bit… shit. Tayce is probably right.

Tayce giggles, "Els, I put you on A'whora duty tonight."

"Yeah, I'm cutting you off for a bit," Ellie gives Aurora a stern stare.

“Oi, don't talk like I am not here!” Aurora rolls her eyes.

Tayce gets up to get some water when a loud cackle pierces Aurora's ears.

A short goth girl stumbles into Tayce, hugging her arms around Tayce. Clearly wasted, but Aurora will admit she is cute. She has long black curls and an edgy leather blazer dress with red roses decorating the lapel. Her skin is ashen, and her curvaceous legs are bare in stilettos and fishnets, with beautiful blood-red lips.

But watching the mischievous smile form on Tayce's lips and the warmth in her eyes as she looks down at the girl. And how the girl kisses Tayce's cheek and whispers whatever to make them cackle together is gritting.

Hearing a laugh more obnoxious than Tayce's is a rarity. It's a high howling pitch, and it's fucking annoying.

Tayce pushes Cherry into the seat, still standing to get drinks.

"Girls, this is my wife, Cherry. We became mates in college. She did film, and we were proper camp alternative bitches, doing so many sick shoots together. She does amazing wigs now!" Tayce runs her fingers through Cherry's hair and has an annoying smile.

"And Cherry, this is girls. Aurora is an incredible designer, and I think touch could do some sick collabs. And Ellie here is an incredible makeup artist and designer as well," Aurora feels a little better when Tayce kisses her head.

"Anyway, I'm getting water for the both of you pissed minges. I'll be back," Tayce led the entire conversation, walking away and leaving the girls in silence.

Aurora observes Cherry and sees how she looks at Tayce. It's suspiciously longing, watching Tayce chatting with the bartender like they know each other. The gaze almost matches how Aurora feels, and she feels her eyebrow raise.

I swear if Tayce is fucking this chick.

"Pleasure to meet you," Aurora smiles with her tongue between her teeth.

"Hiya Cherry! Show us your wigs then," Ellie starts the conversation, probably feeling the steam coming off Aurora, thankfully sobering her up the tiniest amount.

Cherry shuffles around and pulls out her phone, "I'm so glad you ask! So my company is 999, not the most creative but a play since 666 was taken. And I have gorgeous wigs. But I always like to add an alternative edge."

They scroll through photos, and Aurora won't admit out loud the images are pretty cool.

One campaign has models splattered in blood sitting on the edge of a bathtub with a leg sticking out and the wigs looking gorgeous.

Another has goth street fashion in an old church with cute bob style wigs. Then another series with a naked girl in a leather mini skirt, her back facing the camera and her deep skin looking familiar.

"Are these Tayce?" Aurora taps the screen to slow down on the images.

"Oh yeah, this shoot was fun. Tayce loves the vampy shit. I have always been goth, but she was more grungy. Very rockstar vibes."

They scroll, and Aurora feels herself flush up a little. Tayce is in white thigh-high boots, her legs crossed and white hair hiding her breasts. Her lip between her glorious teeth with coy eyes.

Or forest long green waves with green fishnets and her body twisted to hide her bits; a peek of her butt and apparent lack of panties.

Then Tayce with her tongue out with her finger in the hoop of a black PVC collar. She is wearing a long wavy blonde wig that Aurora instantly recognises as her Patricia wig. Her legs spread in black PVC pants and chest bare with hair again.

She peers up at Cherry and sees biting her lip too.

"Cute shoot. So how did you meet anyway?" Aurora tries not to sound bitter. But, finding it annoying, she cannot be subtle with alcohol pulsing through her.

"Met at a bar. Dated for a bit and broke up. But thankfully, our music taste and love for blood and gore have bound us together over the years," Cherry raises her brow with a meek smile on her face. Aurora bites her tongue not to roll her eyes.

"Ey babes! I've missed you!" Saved by her friends, Bimini and Asttina stumble into the booth, their bodies glistening from dancing.

Then Tayce returns with water, spending an eternity talking shit with the bartender. God...

Aurora's mood shifts so much in the last ten minutes. Happily drunk to tipsy and bitter.

Tayce scoots next to Aurora, and Bimini and Asttina crowd Cherry. It makes her feel lighter when Tayce places her arm around her shoulder.

The mood calms at the table, and Aurora wants to dance. She feels less dizzy. Most of the girls are chatting between tapping away on their phones.

Aurora looks around and notices Tayce's phone screen, a message from someone named Don't, you Hound. The mysterious heartbreaker.

Cherry is also on her phone. She was leaning into Bimini, apparently a part of the group.

Aurora inhales deeply. She knows she is overthinking shit, and it's definitely time to dance.

Her stance is confident as she stands, faking a good mood in an attempt to cheer herself from a pointless spiral. Finally, she grabs Ellie's hand, "I need to dance. I'll be back."

Tayce moves to let them out and kisses her head again, "I'll come down in a minute, boo."

The bottom floor has colours flashing across the floor. The electronic music is louder even though it is only down the stairs one level. The DJ screams at everyone being gorgeous divas, telling everyone to give it to them. Aurora looks around and realises the majority of the crowd is female, women dancing against each other. The sweet smell of mixed perfumes through the air.

Soon enough, Ellie kisses another chick, squeezing her ass under her dress. Finally, Aurora is alone, just letting herself dance as she sobers slightly. She is definitely tipsy and wobbly but not nearly drunk enough to deal with this.

Then she feels fingertips run along her collar bone and someone grinding their pelvis against her ass. Aurora wants Tayce, but she leans back, enjoying the affection.

Then she hears a whisper, "Hey, pretty lady. Hope you're okay?"

Aurora's eyes widen as she hears the family voice against her hair. Asttina runs a finger through her hair with a slight purr to her voice. "Tayce said you were down, so let us cheer you up."

Aurora feels another set of hands at her hips, and Bimini starts dancing in front of her.

It's a beautiful distraction. Considering Ellie, bless the slag she is, is somehow already kissing a third stranger against a wall, being easy to find since she is so tall. Not being alone is nice.

Aurora gives in, joining with the provocative dancing. The sexy couple she secretly envies, wishing someone would reciprocate some sort of love to her.

It's fun. They dance, grind, slut drop. Then Aurora spots Tayce dancing with Cherry, holding the petite girl tightly in her affection way.

"I love Tayce, but I'm better," Bimini runs a teasing finger along Aurora's chin, stealing her attention and suddenly kissing Aurora. Biminis lips are soft, and her kiss intense. They were instantly dominating as their tongues clash. Fingernails digging into her back. The feeling of different fingers passing over her chest and stomach is a lot.

She hears Asttina giggle a little, "don't stress, Aurora. Just have fun."

She gives in and is unaware of time. The taste of vodka against her tongue nails digging into her hips so fucking hot. A pleasant warmth tingles through her skin, and slight arousal builds.

Her hazy mind relaxes. Her housemates are sweet and sexy. Dancing together like this isn't new, but adding a layer of kissing is a lot of fun.

She feels a buzz in her pocket. And ignores it, the feeling of Asttina's fingers running up her thighs delectable.

Another buzz. And ignoring it whilst sucking Bimini's tongue.

Then another buzz, and the distinct buzzing and punk music of Bimini's ringtone.

Ah fuck.

Bimini pulls away with a cute grin and checks their phone. Aurora pulls out her phone as well.

Two notifications.

[Dirty DD 00:27] off to shag a gorg chick. Have fun! Love u! oxoxox

[Tayce 00:32] Cherry died lmao… had a little sneaky puke. im taking her home. See u tmr. Love u xx

Her mind drifts to Tayce for a moment, in Cherry's bed. But Bimini captures her attention, "looks like Tayce is out. I'm getting a bit tired. I have work tomorrow. Want to head off?"

"Yeah, I think we're done, Aurora. Are you coming home with us?" Asttina grabs both their hands.

"Bed would be nice. Thanks for the dancing. It cheered me up" Aurora shrugs with a smile.

It has been an eventful night, but nice to get her mind off most things.

***

"You're so cute, Rory," Bimini leans on her shoulder, snuggling for warmth in the back of the cab.

"Thanks," Aurora relaxes against her head, still with pleasant tingling of liquor running through her. Aurora notices their hand running up her leg, but is sure it is just a part of the drunken affection Bimini shows. Even though the comforting aspect is riling her up more than usual.

"You're really cute, and 'Stina and I have thought bout it, y’know."

"Bout what?" Aurora raises her brow as she feels Bimini's hand squeeze her thigh.

"Y'know what," their lips ghost up her neck, causing a slight shudder.

This teasing was getting to be a little much. Bimini turns her chin to lock her gaze, their hazel eyes hungry with plump lips between their teeth. Then Asttina's arms wrap around her shoulder, gently rubbing circles into her arm.

"Mmm. Don't play coy with us, Aurora. We see you watching us. A little rude, isn't it?" Asttina's bites her ear, and Aurora whimpers. Her heart starts to race, with that specific heat tingling through her, making her thighs involuntarily squeeze together.

Wow, I am bloody dim…

The flirting makes sense now, but Aurora wasn't expecting this turn of events. Perhaps it is because she fixates on Tayce. Or probably because they are a couple and never mention being polyamorous or anything.

Aurora did a lot of shagging in her last year of college, but this is truly something else. Having two gorgeous people whispering sweet nothings whilst they become braver with their contact, running fingers dangerously close to her panties and breasts.

This attention is too fucking good. Aurora hasn’t shagged since a random hook up on New Year's Eve, being too fixated on Tayce, and wants to play ball.

Aurora bites her lip and raises her brow, mustering her best seductive pout as she leans back in the seat, "I still don't know what you're on ‘bout. But, perhaps, you could show me?"

The air is suddenly tense, and their gazes are ravenous. A pitched moan escapes Aurora as Bimini confidently runs fingers over her panties with no hesitation.

But Aurora holds their hands firmly and whispers fuck when she catches a glance of their cab driver eagerly watching in the review mirror. They sit in tense silence when the others notice they have a small giggle and sit for what feels like an eternity.

They search for their house keys as they approach their home and approach the house frantically, scrambling with their keys and tugging off their heels.

As soon as they enter the front door, Asttina and Bimini pounce on her in a perfectly coordinated and ferocious manner.

Asttina presses her against the door, and goosebumps prickle along Auroras skin as they quickly slip the straps off her shoulders and undo her zip. They strip her in record time, clearly showing this is not their first time with a third partner, and she feels like a prey item for two ferocious lionesses.

Except she is desperate to be eaten.

Two sets of indistinguishable hands explore her body, and Aurora breath hitches as Asttina sucks her pulse point. She loses herself in the moment, with lust simmers through her veins, and she feels herself tremble as her knee is lifted and hot kisses press into her thigh.

She pulls Asttina in for a frantic kiss, wrapping her arms around her neck for stability. The way she firmly nibbles at her lip is so seductive that her hips twitch with anticipation and her knees weak when fingers start toying with her pussy. The speed is intense, and she lets out indulgent moans, absolutely not giving a damn if Sister or Ellie might be home.

Being a toy for two enchanting people is consuming.

But perhaps she is too loud, letting out a frustrated groan as Bimini giggles and stops the motions, "bloody hell. Let's get you upstairs.”

She follows along obediently as Bimini leads her up the stairs, opening the door to Asttina’s bedroom and pushing her into the white silk bed sheets. Bimini slowly crawls on top and pins her wrists by her face, kissing her deeply.

The pace was languid in comparison with Asttina. Aurora attempts to escape, wanting to dig her nails into Bimini's ass, but Bimini is surprisingly strong. So her efforts were futile. But she notices the arousal building much more quickly than usual when she can't push away, feeling Bimini’s cocky smile against her lips.

So captured at the moment, desperately kissing back she doesn't notice Asttina entering the room until the bed creaks. When Bimini breaks the kiss, Aurora turns and admires Asttina's gloriously curvaceous figure, adorned with a matching intricate strappy black bra and thong.

Bimini jaw is slack, complimenting her girlfriend, "God, you're so hot 'Stina. You should really let Rory eat your cute cunt.”

"Mmm… Noted," Asttina leans in to kiss Bimini quickly before they return their attention to Aurora. In which they don’t waste any time, Bimini releasing Aurora’s wrists to start ghosting her fingertips along her folds, and Asttina’s soft lips suck her nipples. They toy with her and the feeling is absolutely luxurious, the smell of their perfume, soft bedsheets and gentle lips making her feel like a spoilt princess.

"Ass up, babes," Bimini taps her hips, and Aurora obeys, turning over to spread wide.

Asttina positions herself beneath Aurora, tracing her fingertips along with her thong. Aurora shivers with lust at the view when Asttina pulls aside her thong. It’s so pretty, and Aurora eagerly kisses her thighs before letting her tongue swipe incredibly slowly along her folds. She was ravenous, and the sweet sound of Asttina's breathy moans was encouraging.

Then feels the heat of Bimini's tongue against her pussy and it makes her whimper, already desperate to move her hips in rhythm with her tongue. She relishes the feeling of the skilful tongue, absolutely wanting to be spoiled and give in to almost anything.

But then she remembers the task at hand, the soft skin of Asttina's thigh against her cheek. She has work to do so concentrates, increasing her pace as she circles her tongue around Asttina’s clit consistently. She glances up and Asttina is beautiful, and an absolute goddess. Watching such a powerful woman with her back deeply arched and moaning frantically because of her is utterly intoxicating.

Aurora runs her fingers along her entrance before slipping in two fingers with ease, quickly exploring with firm motions along her walls to find the sweet spot. Hearing Asttina’s let out a high pitched whimper followed by a slight giggle lets her know she's found it, and she starts quickly pulsing against her spot.

She focuses, wanting to push Asttina over the edge before she gets too distracted with her own building orgasm, Bimini unwavering in her pace. But then she hears a click, and her ass involuntarily tenses at the sensation of a wet length stroking against her. Occasionally rubbing along her entrance and clit.

Aurora feels a slight hesitation in her actions. She never used a toy, and she wants to let it happen, this sex is the best she has had in years. It'll probably feel so good.

But then she feels slightly uneasy. Not sure if she wants to give that much of herself to two people she's only recently met. She knows she is in a safe space, but the building nerves of possible embarrassment if there is pain, or it being unsatisfying. Too many thoughts flood her mind which is interrupting the glorious feeling of her orgasm.

She just wants to enjoy rocking against slender fingers.

There is a quick panic, and she pulls away from Asttina for a moment, her lips drenched, "Wait… not that… sorry, I've just never used a toy."

Bimini presses a kiss against her ass, and Asttina runs her fingers through her hair, "Don't be sorry, babes. I got a bit too keen. I'll make you scream with my fingers."

She feels relief as her lungs empty and squeaks as fingers quickly enter her. A haze clouds her mind as her arousal pulses through her veins. Aurora fucks Asttina with all her passion and the feeling of Bimini delicate fingers pulsing furiously against her spot, hit deep in her core. She feels herself about to crumble and sucks Asttina’s clit, wanting to make her orgasm before her so she can focus her mind on the electric feelings. She pulses deeply in Asttina with her clit in mouth as she hears an irresistible high pitched yelp and feels thighs squeeze tightly around her cheeks.

She remembers to breathe, and gasping for air helps the electricity of her orgasm wash over her, feeling her legs tremble before collapsing into the sheets.

Fuck.

That was incredible. She feels slick with sweat as climbs beside Asttina, running her fingers along her glorious abs shining with perspiration, Bimini crawls beside them, spanking Aurora’s ass and they giggle.

Panting and feeling absolutely euphoric from their mutual orgasms. Well, Asttina and Aurora have mutual orgasms.

Bimini leans over to kiss Aurora gently, "You should sleepover."

"Mmm, you're pretty good. It's a privilege to be our third. And I want to make you cum this time," Asttina winks, pressing a kiss into her forehead.

This is wonderful.

***

After a solid night of shagging, there is a spring to her step.

Aurora knew she was stressed, but she did not realise how pent up she was until fucking til the wee hours of the morning. She sneaks out of the bedroom whilst they were deep in slumber, wanting to wash away the sex and perspiration covering her.

She pampers herself, cleaning herself with her favourite coffee scrub, using a plumping facemask and moisturising her body using the bougie products she saves for a special occasion. She feels absolutely wonderful and didn't think things could get any better.

But then she receives a phone call, simply asking if she was available for a second interview with an upcoming fashion house in a few hours. Aurora is over the moon, jumping around and quickly changing. She wears a stunning white tailored suit she painstakingly altered to hug every curve. Her blouse is in a fun pattern she created as a college assessment, and her black stilettos are high.

Aurora knows she is glowing.

She makes herself a coffee and relaxes in the living area, hanging her samples in garment bags, and gathering her portfolio and favourite sketches. The door to the front door suddenly slams, and she almost shits herself as she hears her favourite welshie yell sorry through the house. Tayce emerges through the doors in her outfit from last night, hair in a messy bun but face fresh.

"Well, well, Missy. Don’t you look powerful? Where are you heading?" Tayce walks over and admires her from head to toe.

"Got a call back for an interview," Aurora feels whole as she watches Tayce's smile grow.

Tayce pulls her in so closely, squeezing and rocking her, "I told you. You're an absolute star. Hopefully, a good root helps with your confidence as well."

Aurora chokes on her coffee, terrified it will get on her white blazer. She composes herself whilst Tayce cackles, choking a bit and holding her head back, hoping tears won't ruin her makeup.

"How did you know?" Aurora asks incredulously.

And Tayce simply shrugs, "I saw you dancing. And Bimini asked me if it was cool a while back. So it was a matter of time."

For fucks sake.

Aurora feels her tongue run along with her teeth. A bit annoyed that Tayce permits her best friends to toy with her. Even though her eyes only long for her.

But she can’t stay too annoyed, Tayce’s smile was so sweet.

“Anyway, I’m off. See you later, slag,” Aurora picks up her stuff, heading to the front door.

“Good luck, yer minge bag.”

***

Aurora breathes deeply to calm herself, quickly checking her makeup in her phones selfie camera before (acting) confidently as she struts to greet reception. They move her to the white room with minimalist art, and Aurora hangs her samples on the rail and places her portfolio and sketchbook delicately on the table. She tries to stop her leg from jiggling, breathing slowly and memorising the points she wants to bring up to sell her portfolio.

An intimidatingly gorgeous woman struts into the room, smiling massively, wearing a stunning blue feather coat with long spikey black nails. Brooke was a bombshell, moving from dance to designing lingerie and cabaret costumes. The company is slowly working towards ready to wear and couture, and there is a fun flair to their intricate designs.

Aurora stands to shake her hand, making her smile as big as possible, letting the formalities commence.

Her hands are smooth with a firm grip, "Hi Aurora, lovely to meet you. I'm Brooke Lynn Hytes, but I am sure you already knew that."

Brooke oozes nonchalance, throwing her feet at the edge of the table, flaunting blue Louboutin's without scuff marks, "Let's keep it snappy. Your first interview with the head of design went well. But I wanted to meet you. Do you know why?"

Aurora can't tell if she is rhetoric but tries to match her indifference and confidence. Finally, Aurora simply replies, "because you see my talent? And want to pay me big bucks?"

Brooke snorts, her blue eyes piercing her, "I like the gall, Aurora. And I see the potential. But there is so much more I need to know before offering the position."

Brooke grabs Aurora's portfolio and scans the pages, "IQ is upcoming, and you need to sew. Your college collection is good. Really good. I love your sketch designs and ideas, but I haven’t seen enough of your seamstress work. I need to see if you can pull it off."

Before she thinks, Aurora stands and model her outfit, "I made everything I'm wearing. Come look."

Brooke raises her brow and stands, raking her eyes up and down Aurora.

"This suit fits me like a glove. And look at these French seams of this blazer," Aurora is thankful she sounds so confident whilst she is secretly shitting her pants. She pulls off the blazer and uses the seam ripper on the table to undo a bit of the jacket lining, revealing the precise hand stitching of the panels.

Brooke tilts her head, running her fingertips along with her work, "Hmm. That is pretty good. And I love how extra you are, ripping apart your work for me. But I'm expanding to gowns for the stage. And I want to break onto runways. I need to see more."

"Like what? I will make it happen. Just tell me what you want," Aurora breathes in, sounding a little more desperate than she would like. She doesn't have a gown, and the dresses she has made recently are simple. Unfortunately, fabrics are so expensive, and she can't just make an extravagant design on a whim.

Brooke has a big smile, her gaze enigmatic as she scans her sketches.

“I like your tenacity. Our head designer did too,” Brooke draws crosses on a few pages of her sketchbook.

And then she pauses on a page with a red and grey gown, “This is beautiful. Tell me about it.”

Aurora smiles a little, the moment flashing into her mind, "It's a recent design. I saw a bright beacon in the middle of a dreary scene. So beautiful in the middle of filth. The white like a hazy smoke, the grey filth and distorted. And the red the beauty in that gross scene."

Brooke raises her brow, "I like it. I'll give you a few months to make it and come back. Make the designs on the pages I marked as well, and let's catch up again in, let's say, three months."

Aurora tries to keep her smile modest. Wanting to burst from her seems, but she calmly responds, "I look forward to it."

It's not another disappointment; it is a door slightly ajar. Nevertheless, Brooke sees potential in her work, and it is Aurora’s first real chance to start a career in design.

But three months is not much time to produce all of these pieces when he is working a full-time job. These fabrics won’t be cheap but have to make them work with her budget. She will need two months to complete the gown, and it will take about one month to save for a suitable chiffon fabric.

Fuck… this gown will take at least 50 hours to make with all the stoning and drapes, and considering the fact she works a full-time job so she can pay rent, it will be tough.

But she knows she can do it. She has to.

—-------------------

Tayce feels delicate after a second boozy night in a row. She taps her bedside table to find her painkillers and quickly empties her water bottle. She struggles to open her eyes but sees Aurora adorably wrapped up like a burrito on the other side of the bed.

Tayce snuggles in, enjoying the comfort in comparison to the night before.

Aurora was entirely over the moon after her interview yesterday. Her usual bright personality was shinning after feeling so upset the night before. They drink at home, doing too many shots and dancing around the living room with the others. Then Aurora stumbles into Tayce's room, demanding to watch runway shows and play The Sims on her laptop before falling asleep.

Aurora is just so sickly sweet, and the warmth to her spirit is like hot cocoa, making her smile as the sweetness hits her core. She brings peace to Tayce, which alleviates some of the perplexing thoughts plaguing her from the night before.

It starts with nursing Cherry, throwing up for an hour before falling asleep. However, the inevitable cab ride to see her ex creates confusion. The sex was ravenous and rough as usual.

But Tayce slept in her arms through the night, not feeling the urge to run as soon as possible.

But the morning was puzzling. Crossing a weird line when they wake up, her ex’s wandering hands led to more shagging, but she did not bind Tayce. Instead, her touch was delicate, kissing down her body gently before burying herself between Tayce’s thighs. She was even allowed to touch her hair.

It was gentle and tender, and it was messing with Tayce's head.

So Tayce was thankful when she saw Aurora that morning. She doesn't know what she would have done if she couldn't snuggle herself desperately into those arms.

Aurora was her perfect security blanket.

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Okay not to be okay (Maxwell Beaumont x Riley)

Author’s note: a random little fanfic about my favorite LI from the Royal Romance series on choices. please be kind :’)

Summary: hurt & comfort, Maxwell’s reaction to his father’s plan to take the crown princess away and Riley’s attempts to make him feel better.

After the horrible and shocking meeting, everyone from the friend group slowly started leaving the room, their faces confused and spirits low. The ones who voted in favor of the princess being taken away left quickly, probably in order to avoid more conflict with the ones who opposed the idea. Hana was one of the last people to walk through the door as she cast a sad glance in the direction of the princess Annabelle. Duchess Riley followed everyone out with her dark eyes, but she couldn't oversee the fact that her husband barely moved at all. Maxwell stood up from his chair for a moment, took a few steps, and then sat down heavily again with hanging shoulders on another chair. Olivia was sitting in that one, Riley thought, the only representative of the Great Houses that voted against Barthelemy's horrendous scheme.

Annabelle was sound asleep in her pram, her little face angelic and perfectly calm – she was lucky to be unaware of the recent events and their possible effects on both her childhood and her future. Riley cast a sad but loving look on her daughter as she slowly turned to face Maxwell who was staring blankly ahead with his usually smiling lips in a straight line, and his ocean eyes no longer friendly and mischievous. Riley crouched down so she could meet his face and she raised a hand to gently place on her lover’s shoulder.

“Max, are you alright?” she inquired carefully, although the answer was clearly written on his face. However, in his typical fashion, he quickly put on a braver façade and attempted something similar to a smile.

“Let’s not talk about me right now, we have things to handle and we need to come up with a strategy to get our baby out of this horrible- “

“Darling.” Maxwell’s ramblings were quickly cut off by his wife who knew him well enough to know he would put everyone else’s needs before his own, even when his little family was directly threatened by his own father. That was just the way he was, but Riley didn’t think that was the time to brush off something so serious.

“It’s completely okay to feel betrayed, hurt, or anything else you may be feeling now. He’s your dad, Maxwell, nobody could ever judge you for being upset with this situation.”

Before she even completed what she was saying, Riley saw Maxwell’s eyes fill with tears and his ruse was no longer. He was properly devastated, and he had no clue what to say at all. He knew Riley and Annabelle would support him and love him through everything, as they proved day after day, but he felt like he was failing them and like he could do nothing right, even though he knew nothing about his father’s malicious scheme beforehand. Through his flurry of thoughts Maxwell felt his wife’s warm hand squeeze his own, the wedding band secure on her ring finger, and her other hand reached up to stroke his cheek.

As she was looking at Maxwell, Riley’s heart broke just a little bit. She brushed away a stray tear from his right cheek while he was still staring into space, breathing becoming heavier.

“My darling angel,” she began, her soft voice dripping with love and worry, and she knew he would feel it too, “none of this is your fault to any extent. You have never done anything to endanger our family – quite the contrary – and I could never put any blame on you. For any of this,” she gestured vaguely and shook her head. “I love you and Annabelle loves you and we know you love us, which you continue to prove every single day. For goodness’ sake, you literally saved our lives once already, darling. I think that’s all the proof we could ever need about your feelings and intentions towards us.” Riley shuddered at the thought of that overwhelming night when their daughter came into the world, knowing that it wasn’t something any of them would get over anytime soon.

That one tear on Maxwell’s cheek was soon followed by many more, and quiet sobs started to ripple through his body. Riley reacted immediately and pulled him into herself, allowing one of her hands to slide into his soft hair. It was always incredibly hard to see him crying, because he was usually the happy one who saw the good in everything, but even people like that have their breaking points. Considering the overall situation, it was more than understandable that Maxwell happened to face his breaking point at that moment. Initially, when Riley hugged him close he left his arms down, but hesitantly he encircled his wife’s shoulders and waist.

“I’m a-“ he started, but the duchess knew in which direction his thoughts were flowing. “If you dare to say that you’re a royal screw-up, I’m banishing music on our next ball completely!” This made Maxwell stop talking immediately, and Riley thought she heard a faint chuckle cut through the quiet sobs and sniffs. “Good,” she smiled, but the man in her arms still didn’t seem to be doing better. With every little sob of his, her soul began to hurt a little more. Unsure of what to say next to alleviate some of the pain, the duchess settled on a gentle chorus of “it’s alright” and “we’ll be fine”, even though she herself wasn’t sure if she truly believed those words.

Maxwell was simultaneously feeling safe and scared, and after everything he had gone through with his father (and very much his absence, too) he certainly deserved to look after himself a bit, and focus on arranging his own feelings and thoughts first. Riley firmly believed that, but she knew that, no matter how tough the situation was, Maxwell would always put her and Annabelle first. She was extremely grateful for that the whole time, and she made her appreciation clear. However, it was high time for her to give better than her best for her husband now, in spite of the fear that was bubbling up in her heart.

“My sweet, sweet boy,” Riley eventually whispered as she rubbed Maxwell’s back, “if anyone in the world is trying their best for their loved ones, it is you, Max. Our friends would agree too, I’m sure of that. But it’s perfectly normal to take it easy every now and then, and look after yourself, baby. You need it.” Maxwell’s crying died down at least a little by that point, and he pulled away from his wife’s arms just a bit (he still adored her hugs and affection, and was always ready to soak all of it up, any given chance), so he finally attempted looking her in the eyes. The warmth and care that were so blatantly obvious on her lovely features almost made his heart stop for a moment. Even when he was a crying mess, she still looked at him as if he was the most perfect and precious human being in the whole universe. And he was exactly that to her.

Maxwell let out a slow, shaky breath, and he looked away again “I can’t… believe he would do something like that. To his son’s own family.”

“I know, my love, I know.” Riley bit her lip worriedly and rubbed her hands up and down Maxwell’s arms. “And I can’t even imagine how you must be feeling right now. But I do think you’re incredibly brave, unbelievably strong, smart, and loving, and I don’t have a sliver of doubt in my mind that we will manage to figure something out together.”

“You think so?” Her husband wondered out loud, his eyes regaining a slightly more hopeful and joyful look, which Riley grew to love very quickly into their friendship. He always saw so much good, and sometimes she couldn’t even fathom how and where. But that was just Maxwell.

“I know we will, Max. Just look at everything we have managed to accomplish so far, sunshine! What’s another epic fight for our amazing team, huh?” The duchess tried to offer her brightest smile, her hands still on her lover. “It has been scientifically proven that we can do anything.”

Finally, Maxwell cracked a little smile and squeezed his wife’s hands. “We are the world’s greatest superhero team,” he croaked out with a little sniff, and Riley almost melted right then and there. In her eyes, his smile was unmatched, and she wanted to be the reason behind it as much as she could. She was not sure whether she was right about any of the things she said, whether everything will really go the right way or completely awfully, and she didn’t know whether Maxwell believed her encouragements either, but at that moment what mattered was the fact that he seemed to be feeling better, at least momentarily, and that was a small victory she was willing to take.

“Maybe we should take our little sleeping princess to her royal bed,” Maxwell said in a voice that was barely above a whisper, nodding his head in the direction of his beloved daughter.

“Good thinking,” Riley nodded and finally got up from her uncomfortable position on the floor, and she extended a hand towards Maxwell. The second they were both standing up, he pulled her into the tightest hug possible and inhaled her comforting scent. “I love you,” Maxwell exhaled, some of the tension leaving his body, “and I love our little ray of sunshine too.” In return, Riley pressed a loving kiss on his lips which communicated all the love she had for him without having to say a word. They just knew.

Maxwell picked up Annabelle from her pram gently, but securely, and held her little sleeping form close to his body as the family of three exited the meeting room. More than once, as they walked to their private quarters, Riley noticed an unreadable expression on her husband’s face, but every time he glanced at their baby or she fidgeted a little, he seemed to brighten up too. It was normal – one can’t let go so quickly of something so painful and confusing. Maxwell needed time, hell, they both needed time, patience and strength to tackle the newest threat in the kingdom. Riley’s brow furrowed when she started putting the pieces together: after a mysterious coma that lasted for almost two decades, Barthelemy was suddenly perfectly well and had a very elaborate plan put together and already set in motion. Something didn’t seem completely right, but that was a conversation for another day – she couldn’t bear the thought of possibly causing Maxwell more pain and sadness than what he already had to put up with.

While Maxwell put Annabelle to bed, Riley went to change into something less formal and get something from the kitchen. In one of the halls she ran into her friend Drake, who seemed to be in an equally bad mood (to be fair, he often was, but not with that intensity). He looked at her with so much sadness that she felt like someone knocked air out of her lungs when their eyes met. When he spoke up, it was barely audible, as if he was scared of talking about the imminent threat too loudly – maybe it would make everything go down sooner.

“I’m really sorry you’re going through this,” he said. “Both you and Maxwell are really good people, and it’s high time you both got some rest and just, you know, enjoy life.” Drake chuckled humorlessly.

“Oh well, it seems like I am destined for drama. Me, and everyone around me too,” Riley shrugged, trying to stretch her lips out into a smile, at least a small one. “For now, Maxwell seems to be taking it much worse, which makes a lot of sense.”

Drake almost shivered at the mere thought of what his friend must be feeling at the time. “Hell, imagine getting such a horrible surprise from your own, supposedly dead, father.”

Riley just looked down in silence: it was extremely hard to find any appropriate words. Sensing the shift in her mood, Drake just awkwardly squeezed her shoulder as he started to leave.

“I really hope you guys get through this, and we will all help as much as we can. I know I will,” he said in a quiet voice, laden with emotion. Riley offered him a thankful smile and a curt nod before going to her daughter’s nursery. To her surprise, Maxwell was dozing off in the armchair next to Annabelle’s crib. He usually wasn’t the type to take naps – quite the contrary, he was unbelievably energetic half the time, but Riley let him be. There was enough on his plate, and rest was absolutely necessary. The duchess carefully covered him with a blanket that was thrown over the armrest, and after pressing a soft kiss to her husband’s forehead, she quietly exited the room.

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Can’t Touch - k.sm

Chapter Fifteen: It All Solves With You

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Warning: ..none.

You were hurt- as much as you didn’t want to admit. It felt like the past teenage depression stage, where you’d weep over things you weren’t supposed to, and overthink yourself to sleep. You believed that you’d taken it a bit more seriously, but no matter how many theories you made yourself believe, you couldn’t ignore the pinching hurt every time your husband came to your mind.

So you decided that you needed a small break. The best place to relieve some stress was the embrace of your mother with her heavenly tea by the side-table, and the comforts of your baggy old clothes. It was exactly what you needed and exactly what you’d wanted. Even the thought of such luxury was tempting.

I mean, what was luxury even?

So that’s what you’d done, snuggling into your mother and procrastinating. No university, no nothing, since it was the weekend and you’d taken a sick leave from your jobs. But what you’d not done was, notifying your worrying husband, intentionally.

The hurt from yesterday turned into a mocking vengeance and all you wanted was for your husband to suffer. You wanted him to regret spewing such words to you, and regret it terribly. You wanted to go buzzfeed unsolved on him for as long as possible. So, you didn’t let him know your location at all. You didn’t want to see him, after all that he’d said.

But you wouldn’t think that if you’d knew what his condition would be after a single day.

After finally gaining the mental and physical courage to kiss you of his own accord, finding no trace of you the second day was devastating for Seungmin. Willingly touching you seemed like an unmatchable success, beyond any accomplishment which even his recent cause of fame couldn’t top. But suddenly, you were gone.

The first thing that occurred to his mind was his formidable mistake of the previous day. He’d repeated all those horrendous words he said to you over and over to himself and continued to bitterly beat himself up for it. But that didn’t help. He’d tried to think about all the possibilities of your absence, positive ones. Maybe you went out with your friends, or maybe you were busy for something- you could do anything. But no. He waited further past your usual bedtime drowning himself in worry and rehearsing his many apologies for the hundredth time. But who was he going to apologize to? You didn’t return.

As the next day came, Seungmin woke up just before sunrise and jolted out of the living room in categorical hurry, earnestly hoping that he’d find you in your room all snuggled up and far into deep slumber. But you weren’t there. Guilt tripped him like chains dragging at his inordinate limbs, constraining him until he was on the very verge of breakdown.

He couldn’t eat or rest, all that he pondered about was you and your unknown whereabouts. He’d had a hunch that you were in your own home; where else could you go? Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to fetch you back- if you were there, he couldn’t face you with the guilt trapping him.

You must not want to see him.

Later that day, even Han didn’t need to strain his stupid guesses to know Seungmin was distressed for you. The first thing Seungmin heard from his shorter friend was, “What did you do?” with hard eyes and serious charade. It was all it took for Seungmin to break out of his rather thin façade and splutter in broken sentences; apologies. But what could Han do? He wasn’t the one who deserved the tousled apologies. It was his wife, who he couldn’t reach. And after a worthwhile, Han saw his friend indirectly begging him. Seungmin wanted his wife back- as soon as possible, only to see her and convey his apologies, after that she could go back to her mother. At least he’d know.

But now he didn’t know. And for all he knew, you could get kidnapped, abducted; considering his fame. All the other negative possibilities crowded his brain, and he found himself unable to sleep that night. The clutches of insomnia and his overthinking trait restricted him any potential peace. But he didn’t really mind the torture- he’d thought he deserved it after all those he’d said.

God, he was emotionally dying.

To think something like this will affect him so much, was the last of his thoughts.

Han had kept a regular contact with you after the day you disappeared. He knew you were relaxing in your cozy home, munching onto sebaceous Doritos as you re-watched your favorite drama series. He could go and tell his friend that you were more than fine and had automatically forgiven his impulsive actions. But you forbade him, very strictly. However, Jisung being himself needed double warnings from you to confirm his plans of doable betrayal, which came almost two days later. Jisung vaguely told his friend that you were, indeed, in your own home and staying fine enough. He also remembered to plead you to come back, so that both he and your husband could have some peace.

“Why should I?” you asked through the cellphone.

“You can take a break but please don’t be too long.” Jisung replied, tone desperate in contrast to his joking nature. Something was up- that you knew. Maybe he was worried about Seungmin. But didn’t your husband say he didn’t care?

“Did Seungmin put you up to this?” you asked, a sudden bit of guilt sparking in the midst of your quick words. You’d thought he wouldn’t really notice your absence- since he didn’t care, but you meant enough for Jisung to be asking you back. It touched you, somehow, that your husband was worried for you.

He probably did care.

“He did and he didn’t. Trust me when I say this Y/N, he’s been awful. He’s mentally vulnerable, you know. He spent thirty minutes saying how he fucked up and how guilty he felt. He thinks he deserved all that pain. I’m worried, Y/N”

It was unexpected for you. Even though Seungmin was his own brutal critic, you’d never have thought that he’d have destructive mindset. It wasn’t right, awful wasn’t right. Suddenly, you were the one feeling remorse for your reckless decisions. It was a slip of tongue, right? There was a fat chance he’d not meant most of it, if not anything at all.

You mean, he was the perfect husband.

And the next day, you were back.

Except, nobody knew that.

Seungmin was just stepping onto the carpets of his penthouse with blood-shot droopy eyes and faltering steps. He’d drunk very little water since morning and his aching head was undeniably getting to him. His skin looked paler and his hair wasn’t as nicely organized as it usually was, so was his tie. He didn’t even see you as he got in, sluggishly dropping his bag on the floor. Then, he rested his head on the surface of the door, hand reaching up to tug at his hair to sooth the pain of his head.

The sight broke your heart.

Although his poor condition was caused by lack of nutrition and water, it was partly your fault too. It wouldn’t have led to this if you didn’t take hasty and vengeful decisions, if you had just confronted him like a civil woman- if you told him you forgave him.

“Seungmin-ssi?”

Seungmin’s head snapped up, quickly turning around to face you, eyes widening in astonishment.

I missed you, but did you miss me?

He felt relief absorb the restless feeling of his heart, in depth. You were finally here, right in front of his eyes. All he wanted to do at the moment was to wrap his arms around you and hold you so tight until you couldn’t breathe. He wanted to whisper apologies into your ear, thread his hands through your hair and kiss the side of your neck.

He rushed towards you in impulsive nerves, attempting to pull you into his chest; but halted abruptly the next second. He couldn’t do this, after all. Even if he managed to kiss your forehead in your sleep, it felt so much complex to touch- embrace you in awaken state. The mere paranoia of it pulled him back.

It was visible how the situational expectations of your face turned into disappointment for a split second. But you didn’t let it show for long. Without further ado, you stepped closer to him, hands hovering far above his cheeks as you eyed his face with concern painted on your face. He found himself sighing in relief as he met your shiny eyes and furrowed brows.

“Oh my god. Seungmin, what happened to you?” You asked, looking into his eyes. But Seungmin wasn’t there, he was focused on your bright face and melodious voice that he was already in his own little universe. Your voice was relieving, very pleasant to hear; it washed away all the tensions, all the remaining conflicts. You yelled his name again, jolting him aback into ongoing phase of reality.

“Oh, I.. uh..” Seungmin stuttered, trying to think of any excuses that could justify for himself. “I didn’t really drink much due to work stress.” He decided upon telling the truth, half-truth. It was clear that it wan’t just that, there was more to it, more to him. But he didn’t want to burden you into thinking you were the one at fault while it was him. It had been him. The worry-lines of your face faded away at his answer, but the frown remained.

“You look very famished. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Seungmin wanted to tell you that there was no pain when you were here. All of his stress dissipated into thin air as soon as he saw your set of shimmering eyes in the lights of the living room. He was okay, as long as you were here. But he could only manage a little nod and an assuring smile for you.

“I cooked for you. Please freshen up and come here, okay?” you asked, worry dripping on your every pronunciation. Your husband nodded, giving you a convincing prim smile. Seungmin’s stomach fluttered with that funny, jittery feeling, again. Both at your smile and your blithe eyes. and another commence of a strange anticipation in his heart, restless to spend quality time with you. After almost a week.

“Just-” he began and you stopped yourself from heading to the kitchen. “I wanted to say that I am extremely sorry for saying what I did. It wasn’t me...who was speaking. Will you forgive me?”

You chuckled at him, teeth showing in your wide smile. “I forgave you long ago. I overreacted, I am sorry.” You said, running away to the kitchen right after.

To say Seungmin was relieved of his heavy guilt, was an absolute understatement. He was suddenly so happy and beaming with all the energy of the world. After many days, he was again eating with you, invested into your little conversations and your cheerful smile. He was smiling with his eyes crinkled and deep chuckle resonating through the house. The scrumptious smell of fresh cooked food, hearty laughter and your jovial presence was what brought him back to life.

It all suddenly solved with you.

And again that night, he dared to place a quick kiss on your forehead- this time slightly moist- as he took in your beauty that he so missed. He couldn’t help the small smile that seemed to be glued to his lips, never-wavering and never-lessening. Seungmin knew the funny feeling; knew that he felt a lot more than just care. And he caressed your cheeks for longer than he’d wanted.

‘Just this once’ he thought.

During the night, the navy hue of the skies and the crickets of the bushes knew just how long your husband stayed by your side. And he looked at the fading moon far up in the sky. Etheral, he’d say; so calm with its undeceiving sincerity. It was foolish that he realizes now that the moon is so so beautiful.

My love,

All I want is to be your moon

And show you all the little stars of my heart.

That surrounded your presence and worshipped you

For you were greatest beauty they’d seen.

{Instead of saying the words ‘I love you’ itself, Soseki Natsume said that the moon was beautiful}

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woulddieforperrytheplatypus · 4 years

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To distract myself from this awful political scene I'm forced to watch for history class: can you give us some obscure side characters (like, Dr. Diminutive, Newton the Gnu, type characters) you absolutely love for no reason? :) <3

Okay I am literally so late because I was doing my chem reading and my writing hw BUT I can’t refuse a chance to scream about my favorite characters (but y’all can refuse to listen to my scream about them so here’s a cut)

First of all, I want you to know that I haven’t even started listing characters yet and this ask has already lead me to spend almost $4 on Agent P’s Guide to Fighting Evil and that’s why I don’t look at the PnF wiki when I’m tired thank you for coming to my TED talk

I almost feel like I’m cheating by starting with Dr. Diminuitve but HOW CAN I NOT LIKE TELL ME THAT LIL MAN IS NOT THE BEST CHARACTER THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN OKAY FUCKIN DO IT JUST KIDDING YOU CAN’T I mean come on, one of his first lines was literally “I don’t have a Napoleon complex; Napoleon had a ME complex!” I had to check the wiki to see if that was his first line ever and I’m very disappointed that it wasn’t and then in OWCA’s Going Down when all the evil scientists were just vibin against the fence and they started doing that West Side Story snappy walk and Diminutive was so into the snaps that he just didn’t fucking move and then he opened his eyes and the rest of the gang was halfway off the screen fjdskhfkalsfhaskl I just really love him okay the more I think about it the more convinced I am that he’s actually my favorite character

Idk if this counts as an obscure side character but he is incredibly underrated so I gotta throw in: LAWRENCE FUCKING FLETCHER. He’s just such a pure and innocent lil dude. He sees the boys doing dangerous shit and he’s just like, “Well that’s happening,” or better yet, “Hey, that looks fun!” I mean, the airplace? The flying carpet? The monster trucks? He genuinely gives zero fucks and I love him for it. I wholeheartedly believe that Lawrence knows Perry is a secret agent -- or at least that he’s smarter than he acts -- but he’s literally so indifferent to everything going on around him that he never mentions it because life is full of fun and exciting things like that and he can’t talk about them all, you know? And he gets so excited about his antiques and he’s so passionate about history and ughhhh I love him

I was about to say I feel like I’m cheating by using a special but it just occurred to me that that’s lowkey how I’ve prefaced all of these so no, fuck that, I’m using a special and that’s just how it’s gonna be. CARL FROM THE LAND OF INTERNUS WOULD HAVE MADE A MUCH BETTER ENDING THAN THE ACTUAL BOOK HAD AND FUCK YOU MONOGRAM FOR CUTTING CARL OFF BEFORE HE COULD TELL IT HOW HE WANTED TO

These two kinda go hand-in-hand but Bunka Da Bunkaquan and Sweary the Swan are my favorite alternative Perrys. As far as the specials go, Steampunx isn’t one of my favorites, but Sweary the Swan is just... How do you even describe Sweary the Swan? He is life. He is the reason I wake up in the morning. He is the only thing worth living for. And then Bunka Da Bunkaquan is just so fuckin cute and anyone who disagrees needs their eyes checked. And tbh while we’re talking about Tri-Stone area, I gotta throw in a mention of Doofengung no of course I didn’t have to google what his name was what are you talking about because I love how he just stares at the water and every time it drips he just fuckin cackles lmaooo

Okay one more special (maybe) but Doofenshmirtz in The Temple of Juatchadoon brooo I just googled it to make sure I spelled that right and I did woah my power is unmatched is lowkey my favorite Doofenshmirtz. I don’t know if it’s because I actually like him more than every other Doof or if it’s just because his first scene was with Phineas Ohio Flynn and they knew each other and they had actual interactions throughout the episode and the Doof/Phineas relationship is my favorite underexplored relationship, but Juatchadoon Doof makes the list anyway

The “what did you think, _________ was just going to fall out of the sky?” couple — who 100% deserved that cameo in catu

I’m almost afraid to say this in public, but I actually really like Roger. I was mostly indifferent to him at first, but then Delivery for Destiny happened and I was like wait a minute, why am I sleeping on his man who literally orders boxes just to give to his cat? And once I realized that he was kinda cool, it started sinking in that he was never actually a bad guy. Heinz never even really claimed he was -- if anything, his problem is that Roger isn’t a bad guy, and everyone in Gimmelshtump and Danville knows it. And I gotta give Roger credit for not being too harsh on his brother, because yeah, he can be a little stuck up (I’m looking at you, stupid golf game), but you can’t really blame him for thinking he’s better than Heinz, you know? But at least he’s not a dick about it like their parents are. Also the entire latter half of this paragraph was me trying to find a way to work in the other part of that scene with the cat box and it didn’t work so I’m just gonna tack it on to the end because this isn’t an essay for English class and I can do that lmao. Paul mentions that he just delivered something to a Heinz Doofenshmirtz, and Roger is like 😬 because let’s be real, no one wants to be represented by the type of dude to try to juice City Hall, but he’s obviously not going to say that because he’s still a respectful dude, so he’s just like “Charming... man... isn’t he...” and he’s literally so uncomfortable and it cracks me up every time but also it’s lowkey kinda wholesome because Heinz may make it his life mission to embarrass his brother but Roger doesn’t reciprocate. but I accidentally discovered a few weeks ago that John O’Hurley is a raging Trump supporter so I gotta dock points for that one

In the same vein, Paul the delivery guy. What more do I have to say?

If my love of Roger didn’t turn the world against me, this one probably will, but I’m going to say it loud and proud anyway. I LOVE PETER THE PANDA. He’s just??? so??? cute??? Like when he was tearing apart Doof’s inator and he was just... actually no scratch that I need pictures for this because I can’t explain this in words

THIS IS NOT EITHER OF THE PICTURES I WAS LOOKING FOR BUT LOOK AT THIS LITTLE GUY OH MY GOD

Peter really said “this bitch empty, YEET!”

okay but the ones I was actually looking for are...

I mean, how can you not find him adorable? And don’t even get me started on his relationship with Perry because Meapless in Seattle was just... B R O Perry flew halfway across the country (probably I mean idk where exactly Danville is but they use EST so Seattle is probably halfway across the country?) just to go grab a coffee with him. They went on a lil date at a fancy restaurant I know Dan said it wasn’t a date but he's been wrong in the tiktok comments before which means none of his opinions are canon lmao. They’re just? So? Cute? I don’t even know what to make of their relationship but I live for it.

And I can’t mention Peter without bringing up his nemesis, who, to be entirely honest, I also don’t know what to make of and he’s mostly on this list because I like the line “How did you get chorus girls in here?” and when I downloaded and cut a bunch of songs that you can download from Google Drive here if you want, I specifically kept that part in because I love it lmao (I do gotta point out tho because it’s been bugging me since I last watched the episode: I don’t think we have any proof that Professor Mystery even exists in the PnF dimension. I had just assumed he did for the longest time, but that entire episode takes place in a dimension where Lawrence is a polar bear. Who knows what other differences there are?)

I love all the grandparents and I don’t even have an explanation they’re just all adorable

Okay I know I said no more specials but TECHNICALLY at2d isn’t a special; it’s a movie. I am physically incapable of not brining up the muffin time Normbot and the “I use aggression to mask my insecurites” Normbot.

While we’re talking about Norm, his old head would 100% swear all the fucking time if it wasn’t a kids’ show and i gotta respect it

Dan Povenmire does one line for a dude named Vinnie in Mission Marvel and off the top of my head I don’t remember who he is but it was the beginning of the episode and I think (?) it was during the New York scene and he does it in the Vinnie Dakota voice long before Dakota was even a concept (I’m assuming) so he gets a mention

Jerry the Platypus gives me Paper Jam Dipper vibes and they are both valid as fuck (the fucked up Doof copy is not valid as fuck tho we’re gonna pretend he didn’t exist)

Don is literally the best part of Where’s Pinky and I’m not just saying that because I’ve been watching Whose Line for years and I was super excited to see Wayne Brady in the credits (and the fact that he was also in both the quarantine rap and catu makes me incredibly happy)

Ooh I almost forgot OWCA Files existed but Harry the Hyena playing the trumpet and the subsequent “you’re gonna be wearing that in a minute” is the best part of OWCA Files and tbh just Doof, Perry, and Harry could have carried an entire series by themselves (though I do also love Karen and Maggie)

WAIT A SECOND THE BUG TRIO FJDSAHFLKSAJD I was trying to pick a favorite last time I watched OWCA Files and every time one of them spoke they were my new favorite like I lowkey thought their plotline was boring but the characters themselves were hilarious

WAIT ANOTHER SECOND HOW DID I GET THIS FAR INTO THE LIST WITHOUT MENTIONING MONTY HOLY SHIT I’M SUCH A FAKE FAN BUT I LOVE MONTY OKAY HE IS LITERALLY JUST OZ FROM BTVS EXCEPT MONTY AND VANESSA HAVE BETTER CHEMISTRY THAN OZ AND WILLOW AND NO I WILL NOT BE ACCEPTING CRITICISM

Wait I forgot Vlorkel too omfg these two belong way higher on the list but Vlorkel is the love of my life (and I lowkey wish she had met Steve the giant chameleon because they would have become best friends)

I wanna keep going but it’s currently 1:45 in the morning (this is why I’ve been avoiding asks during the day: I get way too into them and spend a solid hour and a half on them and I’d never get any schoolwork done lmao) and it’s far from the first time I’ve stayed up this late but I figured it was fine because I have no classes tomorrow but it occurred to me like four seconds ago that I DO HAVE A CLASS TOMORROW SHIIIIT I had an anatomy exam on Tuesday during my usual class time (which if you read my tags you might have known about because I was having an existential crisis over it) so he moved our class tomorrow excePT IT’S NOT TOMORROW IT’S TODAY IT’S LITERALLY IN LESS THAN SEVEN HOURS FUCKING HELL I GOTTA GO TO BED ASAP

#shoutout to Sam for sending me this ask so i stayed up this long raving about my babies #because i would 100% have gone to bed without setting an alarm if i wasn't still awake #why did i buy a calendar if i dont use it lmao rip #pnf #look i have an ask

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birbleafs · 4 years

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[fic] It’s A Matter Of (In)Convenience

Series: Saiki Kusuo no Ψ-nan || The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. Rating: T Genre: Humour, Breaking The Fourth Wall Character(s): Saiki Kusuo, Aiura Mikoto, Toritsuka Reita, Kaidou Shun, Kuboyasu Aren, Nendou Riki, Yumehara Chiyo, Teruhashi Kokomi Warnings: None, save for canon-typical shenanigans Summary: Saiki Kusuo’s plan for a quiet Sunday spent shopping for desserts in an ordinary konbini is thrown into disarray when he runs into several… inconveniences, much to his dismay. A/N: I've been re-reading/re-watching Saiki K. during this quarantine period and I haven't laughed this hard since I was into Gintama. This series has given me so much ridiculous joy, it’s great for helping keep anxiety and existential despair at bay lol. Fic can also be read on AO3

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Saiki Kusuo could not say he dislikes commuting by public train but he’s not particularly a fan of it either. After all, it’s exceedingly more troublesome and vexing for someone like him, encumbered with psychic abilities beyond human comprehension. He’s unable to switch off his telepathy at will, so it’s no small feat being stuck in a packed cabin and trying to filter out the cacophonous thoughts of fifty-odd passengers buzzing incessantly in his mind throughout the long ride to the next town. Distance isn’t an issue today, however. Not that it had ever been an issue, mind you—he could teleport to almost any location he so wished. But Kusuo had long since mastered inconspicuousness into an art form, and teleporting to his destination and appearing seemingly out of thin air in the middle of a packed convenience store was sure to draw unwanted attention to himself. No, it’s not worth the risk, even for such a coveted goal at the end of his journey. Besides, Kusuo is a man of principle, one who does not easily succumb to using his powers for self-interest. He will do this the ordinary, pedestrian way.

In any case, travelling out of Hidariwakibara-chō to neighbouring Tonari Machi on a random Sunday morning would also mean the chances of him running into certain... inconveniences are very nearly zero. Forty-five minutes and twelve stops later, Kusuo beams in quiet triumph as he walks past the automatic sliding doors and into the aforementioned convenience store, barely registering the musical jiggle over the speakers. He steps through the sparse crowd, pausing midway through the snack and desserts aisle when he finally catches sight of the neat row of orange boxes with silver trimmings on the top shelf. Kusuo allows himself a tiny grin as he reaches for a box, eyes bright with anticipation as he gazes upon its wondrous contents—three cups of chocolate brownie and cherry parfait, infused with coffee jelly and topped with dollops of luscious cream and cinnamon sprinkles. A simple but unmatched delicacy right here in this nondescript konbini, he thinks, savouring the glorious moment a little longer. Still, as fate would have it, he would be reminded in less than ten seconds that his life is but an unfortunate series of daily disasters, and his current reprieve short-lived. And it comes in the form of a young woman who had waltzed through the crowd and is now latching onto his arm with garishly pink manicured nails, her wavy blonde hair already casting a dark cloud over Kusuo’s face. Aiura Mikoto, resident soothsayer and trendsetter gal. Inconvenience No. 1. Ah. So it begins. “Wassup, Kusuo!” Aiura chirps a little too brightly. Already two or three mob characters in the konbini are throwing scandalized looks their way, but to Aiura they’re nothing but background scenery and lazily drawn silhouettes. “Who woulda thunk we’d meet here like this? It must totes be our destiny as soul mates, fer sure!” Isn’t it more because someone is totes a stalker? Kusuo deadpans telepathically her way, even as he makes no real attempt to avoid Aiura’s smothering embrace. Instead, he fixes her with a stare as blank as stone canvas. This is an invasion of privacy. Also, what’s with the meta observation in the previous paragraph? Stop messing with the readers like that. “Man, you sure are a ray of sunshine sometimes,” Aiura pouts, before she breaks into a giggle and relents. She unlatches herself from him, putting some distance between them. “Anyway, can’t your BFF like, just accidentally bump into you while shopping for the same box of snacks you no doubt travelled all the way out here for?” So you admit you really are a stalker then, Kusuo counters drily, only to frown again at the sudden creeping presence of another aura. He feels the weight of another arm draping carelessly over his shoulder, followed by the brusque yapping of an over-eager and desperate hot-blooded young male in his ears. “Yooo, Saiki-san! What a coincidence!” Toritsuka Reita, the spirit medium and an exemplary specimen of the most depraved life-form, the lecherous scum. Also known as Inconvenience No. 2. Saiki Kusuo, a man most unfortunate, lets out a weary sigh. “I see you’ve got that accusatory glare painted all over your face.” Toritsuka wags an annoying finger before Kusuo. “Now, now. Before you also accuse me of stalking, Mister Doom and Gloom, let me just say that I’m only here for one thing.” He flicks a furtive glance towards a discreet corner of the magazine section. The shelves are filled with magazines wrapped in plastic, large R-18 stickers plastered across the covers and over the spines much like indecent warning signs. Toritsuka dabs towards the third shelf, waving a mini poster at both Kusuo and Aiura, and this sentence then abruptly proceeds to describe the close-up of said poster—a particularly titillating centre spread featuring a curvaceous model’s skimpily clad... assets. “Surely there’s no better reason to be here now than for the special compilation of EROmag’s Greatest Upskirts And Panty-shots Of The Month!” Toritsuka exclaims, echoing the thoughts of all resident perverts. “Ugh, grody to the max,” Aiura says, lips curled in utter revulsion. For once, the stars are aligned and Kusuo finds himself wholeheartedly agreeing with her sentiment. Before he can get a retort in edgewise however, he’s unceremoniously tugged closer into Toritsuka’s one-armed embrace, who then proceeds to thump a hand over Kusuo’s chest in a grand show of obnoxious male posturing and solidarity. “You women will never understand,” Toritsuka counters with an ingratiating smirk. “But Saiki-san and I, we’re bosom buddies, connoisseurs of refined aesthetics. Together, we’ll finally gaze upon those heavenly lace panti—A-ACKK!!” He hacks up a lung just as Kusuo nonchalantly drives a sharp elbow right into his solar plexus, causing him to stagger backwards onto the floor. Bosom buddies? Kusuo echoes ominously, glaring daggers at the pathetic writhing form before him. Pretty sure that ridiculous thump you just pulled is both an outrage and insult of my modesty. Hey, can I call the police? I’m calling the police. Aiura nods at that, lips curved into a Cheshire grin and looking extremely pleased with herself as though she’s the one to suggest calling the cops. “Delusional sleazebags should just crawl back into the garbage bin where they belong. Like the skeevy trash panda that they are, right Kusuo?” “Who are you calling delusional, huh?!” Toritsuka snaps, jumping back to his feet. “I’ll have you know that Saiki-san and I have been nothing but the most loyal, the tightest of all bosom buddies—” Refer to me as your bosom buddy again and I’ll crush your windpipe, Kusuo interjects without missing a beat, and the EROmag poster in Toritsuka’s hand spontaneously combusts into flames. “Argh, not the panties!!” Toritsuka yelps, watching in despair as the poster shrivels up in the blaze, only to catch sight of the eerie, voidless depths of Kusuo’s inscrutable gaze. The spirit medium pales at the split-second reminder of his fleeting mortality, sweat dripping down his nape as he carefully backs away from the precarious jaws of death. “B-B-Bros! I-I meant that we’re the best kind of bro-some buddies, ahahaha! T-That is to say, brotherly and wholesome—R-right, Saiki-san? So don’t get all conceited just because you’ve got big knockers, Tits McGee!!” “Pfft, brotherly and wholesome? As if!” Aiura scoffs, unimpressed. “You’re about as wholesome as your d*ck aura and a college frat boy’s porno stash. Just admit you ain’t nothing but a tiresome anime trope!” “Look who’s talking, Miss Fanservice. This is a wholesome shounen series, so how about you take those bazongas back to Hooters where they belong!” “Haaah? You looking for a fight, you raunchy racoon?!” “Bring it on then!” Kusuo scowls at the petty squabbling, exasperated at how easily his quiet Sunday was already going awry, much like the metaphorical train wreck poised for a manic spiral off its rails. He decides to take his leave then from the two inconveniences bickering loudly, making his way towards the self-checkout station near the entrance. He pays for his items, stealthily packing them away with a subtle flick of his psychokinesis, and is only a few paces away from complete freedom at last when the generic musical jingle blares from the speakers overhead. “♪~Welcome to F☆mily Mart Konbini, We Guarantee 99.9% Shopping Satisfaction! It’s A Matter of Convenience~! ♪” Kusuo frowns at the jingle. Why is it only 99.9% satisfaction? And really, a matter of convenience? Not when he’d already run into two inconveniences in a row and all in a convenience store. Is God conspiring with the universe and pulling a sick prank on him right now? What a horrible sense of humour. The automatic doors at the entrance slide wide open then, and in saunter three terribly familiar faces—Kaidou Shun, Kuboyasu Aren, and Nendou Riki. Inconvenience No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 respectively. “What did I tell you, Aren? Not only did we manage to beat traffic, but this unexpected change in my Sunday routine would’ve thrown a wrench into Dark Reunion’s plans of attempted kidnapping. Too bad I, The Jet-Black Wing, am always several steps ahead. Heh.” “Uhmm, yeah I guess… Hey, Shun, look! There isn’t a queue for the limited edition Ginta-Man figurine raffle tickets here at all. Good thing you insisted we meet at the crack of dawn—Tch, Nendou, don’t dawdle around and block the entrance like that! What’re you looking at anyway?” “Oh? I thought I saw my pal just a few seconds ago...” “Huh, Saiki’s here too-?! Oh, you mean that. Don’t be daft, Nendou, that’s just a cardboard cut-out of that kiddie hero show, Cyborg Cider-man Mark II.” Seriously?? Kusuo curses irritably as he dives inconspicuously out of sight from the passing trio, right into the bath and shampoo aisle. It’s just been a series of inconveniences one after another this morning, the metaphorical train wreck already hurtling itself past the edge of no return. Good grief, what a pain. May as well have the rest of the cast show up next— Another cheesy musical jingle, another swoosh of the sliding doors, and— “Waahh, it’s really you, Kaidou-kun!” “Hello, what a nice surprise to run into everyone here.” “Oh, hey there, Yumehara and... Offu~! T-T-Teruhashi-san?!” Saiki Kusuo, ever the suffering protagonist, drags a hand over his face. See? God hates him. Two aisles over, he can still hear Aiura and Toritsuka’s voices drifting over: “Man, I’m sick of looking at your pervy mug. C’mon, Kusuo, let’s ditch this loser—Huh, where did you run off to, Kusuo?!” “Your petty squawking has given us all an earache and must’ve driven Saiki-san off as well!” Oi, oi, Kusuo flinches inwardly, seized by a helpless fear of watching his quiet Sunday careening off the cliff and further away from his grasp. Quit yelling out my name like that and throwing me to the wolves already! Too late. At the mention of Kusuo’s name, Nendou cranes his neck 270 degrees Exorcist-style like a hideously monstrous owl and rushes over to Toritsuka’s side. “Oh! Did you just say my pal is here?!” he exclaims happily, shaking Toritsuka by the shoulders like a dog shaking an unfortunate chew toy. “I knew I’d seen him when we walked in earlier!” Not to be outdone by Nendou, Teruhashi also leaps forward before Aiura with none of her previous composure, her unblemished, porcelain visage now dusted with a hint of rose, a conflicted mix of perplexity and (envious) shock pooling in her angelic eyes. “D-Did you say ‘Saiki’?! H-Hey, Aiura-san, you did say ‘Saiki’ and not actually ‘Kusuo’, right? M-My, I must have misheard things, right? R-Right?!” “What the heck is going on? Is Saiki really here?” Anxious, Kusuo grits his teeth at the growing clamour as his friends converge from all corners of the store towards the aisle where he’d been forced to hide. Guess there’s no avoiding it after all, he frets despairingly, and in less than a nanosecond, teleports unnoticed from the konbini to an empty street outside. Kusuo sighs, relieved to have finally escaped. Minor inconveniences aside, perhaps a quiet Sunday spent savouring chocolate brownie and cherry parfait in the comfort of his home isn’t beyond his reach yet. What? Didn’t he just use his powers for self-interest to teleport out of a sticky situation? Foolish readers, that was for self-preservation and completely acceptable, of course. He holds his shopping bag close, pleased that he’d managed to avoid a disaster, and begins to walk down the street—only to freeze mid-step when he feels a sudden splitting headache jolt through him… A flash of images appears: Aiura and Toritsuka crouching in fear together, Kuboyasu bracing his bleeding arm, Kaidou screaming shrilly as he shields Yumehara and Teruhashi from a masked man brandishing a gun, Nendou digging his nose with his pinky—That’s just disgusting, no one wants to see that, stop it!! The vision finally ends, and Kusuo lifts a hand to his face, massaging his temple to clear the precognitive fog from his mind. An armed robbery, huh. He lets out another resigned sigh. Good grief—What a pain, Saiki ‘I-don’t-(but I actually really do)-care-about-my-friends’ Kusuo mutters internally in annoyance, even as he yeets himself head-first into other people’s business and right back into the convenience store to stop a future robbery. Still he smiles, eyes soft with perhaps the slightest flicker of affection for this dysfunctional bunch of people in his disastrous life. Someone has to protect them and save the day, after all.

–End–

#saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #aiura mikoto #toritsuka reita #fanfic #too lazy to tag all the characters here #this show's over the top ridiculousness and crack is 10/10 my type of comedy #i love it lol

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katsukikitten · 5 years

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Smile

A/N This is not the spooky story I wanted to post but uh I have a problem. I cannot stop writing about angry boi

You slide back three feet or so after taking a direct hit from the perpetrator that you're in pursuit if.

"Fucking idiot remember what the briefing said?!" Katsuki yells over one of his blasts as he counters the villains advancing attack. Deterring him from your panting, severely bruised form.

"Yea yea." You hiss, still pissed that you were paid with such an unbearable hot head. All he does is shout and fuss about how you're "in the way" or "slowing him down".

His scarlet eyes forever glued to you no matter the circumstance, whether it be a meeting at the agency or a fucking mission you can feel the burning intensity of his gaze.

Even now as you watch the battle commence his eyes are on you, barely focused on the task at hand but since the ash blonde is both the number one here and almost two years your senior he is quite skilled at multitasking.

For a man that is.

You scoff at his arrogance as his eyes narrow on you. He sends a small blast your way to redirect thrown knives aimed for your precious cheeks.

"Get your head out of your ass!" He yells, landing hard on his feet. His eyes finally move from you and advanced toward a blue flame with unmatched fury. You huff, struggling to collect yourself as one of your broken ulnas heals itself.

Durability was your quirk and quite honestly you hated it. All it did was make you a good candidate for close combat or melee, meaning you had to get up close and personal. You had broken more bones than you dare to count in your first month of hero work although you were thankful they coul heal themselves. But that was pretty much it, maybe it made you a little more thick skinned but apparently not where it counts as every time a certain husky voice is aimed at you it cuts deeper than any knife.

Cuts harder too.

You had seen past his arrogance at once point, seen his burning, often misguided compassion on TV. In the way he would blush ever so softly when asked certain questions.

You might even say he and Deku were the main reasons you even decided to become a hero.

The reason you were so fucking elated to be accepted into Ground Zero's agency.

Yet here you are, back to square one of hating the ash blonde's guts. He did not keep his scarlet hawk eyes on any of the other newbies. Hell he barely looked their way. He did not scold them as he did you and he sure as hell didn't make them do extra training with him as, that's right, as he did you. So why *was* this pro hero giving you such a hard time?

The answer comes in the form of a surprise fist that breaks your nose with a sickening *crunch*. Katuski whips his head back just in time to watch a harder than concrete sucker punch kiss your delicate face. He grits his teeth as you return the punch faster than you recieved it.

"Damn her..." He growls as he pins the dark haired man to the ground, affixing his burned wrists behind his back, pulling harshly in the black zip ties until they bite into skin. He tosses the perp harshly against the wall before making his way towards you.

Anger fueling your unsated violence as every hit connects to a hard jaw line. Your stamina is high and you know that any bone, no matter how strong, can and will break after a certain amount force is applied.

Sometimes the action just needs to be repeated a few times and after the tenth hit you feel his jaw shatter beneath your knuckles causing a satisfying smirk to settle upon your kissable lips.

"Y/LN!" Katsuki shouts, ever watching eyes fixated on the blood dripping from your nose and lips.

First your eyes narrow in annoyance before they widen with fear. You react without think as you make your way towards the hot headed pro hero.

There is something one must know about Bakugou Katsuki and that is he has a two secret weaknesses.

One he will never admit to, surely her brash actions will not make him admit now.

And two, believe it or not he has a blind spot too.

One that a particular mask donning villain took advantage of as he simply places his fingers on the ground. The Eath splinters beneath his touch, rumbling with deafing cracks as the tar reshapes rapidly and violently. Sweat drips down your spine, strong hand out reached for your hero idol once upon a time. You fear you will not make it in time until you feel the sweet feeling of smooth skin beneath your finger tips. You grip harshly, harsh enough that bruises bloom beneath your fingers as you reposition your body in front of his earning a searing sharp pain to shoot through your body, starting at your abdomen before the pain is so intense it begins to feel numb.

Thick red liquid splatters onto Katsuki's paling face, you blink slowly, wondering where the sticky substance is coming from despite it dripping from your lips. Still you attempt to shove him from danger. But he will allow no such thing as his fingers grip tightly onto your slowly numbing arms, steadying you to him as his free hand sets off a series of explosions, rendering the spell useless as the tar no longer directly touches the masked perpetrator.

He encircles you with muscled arms as you both tumble to the earth before he lands with a harsh thud and *snap* of his shoulder.

The snap goes unnoticed by him as he looks at your quickly fading form.

"Damn it." His breathing hitches as his temper rises, "Fucking damn it Y/N."

Your eye lids are lead as you struggle to open them, with each prolonged blink a memory flashes before your dulling eyes.

Seeing Katsuki, someone with a hot temper like you, doing well as a hero.

Meeting most of the former class 1A and making friends and hero connections quickly.

Of the laughs shared, the joy spread as you grew into a formidable hero.

Rising to the ranks of number four through hard work pushed beyond your limits by someone you now sadly resent.

Lastly your mind blurs the images of him looking down on you between a memory and the present.

You see him fighting a smile after a long and unexpected night spent together, he is propped on his side on one arm. Joy bubbles in your stomach erupting in a giggle as you reach out to him.

*"I just wanna see your smile Suki. That's all I want."* And you mean it, well meant it.

Maybe even still mean it considering you really aren't sure how you two ended up here in a few short months. Was it the long stressful hero hours?

The pushing, pulling on one another to encourage the other to grow only for it to sour into muddy resentment?

You reach up to him now, hand shaking although you do not notice. Nor do you notice your vision tunneling in as your hearing begins to fade.

"Suki..." You say so softly that he struggles to hear you over the sounds of battle. His eyes widen as he looks down at you. Something tepid falls onto your cheeks, you spot the source using the last of your energy to wipe away the fat droplets from angry eyes.

"I just want to see you smile, Suki." But he does not. Cannot, as your arm falls slack across your red gaping wound. The last of his joy dying with your final words.

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yoongisbars · 4 years

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quest of omission | myg (2)

summary: The war between kingdoms was starting and being Freywind’s highest ranking Captain, you would always be there to defend your people from the treachery of Woodwind. There’s just one problem: their best killer, The Silence, and his insufferable ability to make your heart race with both loathing and yearning. And now, on the verge of death after an ambush gone wrong, you both have no choice but to keep each other alive.

pairing: myg x reader genre: enemies to lovers au | knight!yoongi au | future angst? fluff? | drabble series word count: 2.1k parts: 2/_ | 1 cw: prolly shitty yet cruel depictions of death and aggressive encounters(no smut tho chill) note: so we gonna get a bit more of The Silence in this one, but also some non bts chars bc of depth: my walnut brain needed it for its original purpose and im not changing it

A sharp burning pain crept up from within your lungs. The need to cough, gag and vomit was what brought you back. You spewed nothing but the murky water that was surrounding you. After gathering your senses, you try to stand up, trying to recollect how did you even get here, but the memory of the reservoir bursting quickly made its way to your mind. You were soaked head to toe, and covered in mud here and there, and surely you almost drowned, but whatever entity decided you were worthy of living certainly gave you a fighting chance. All in all, you were alive and in one piece. You couldn’t say the same for the few bodies you stumbled across as you wandered the forest. It was dark and endless, congested by spruce, willow, and sequoia trees. Roots curled the surface, accompanied by shallow waters and mud holes. You were thankful of the full moon illuminating the nearly impossible ground you walked. Whenever you came across a body, you prayed it wasn’t Taehyung, Mare, or anyone of closeness. But these were the consequences of battle. You found the bodies of Woodwind men, as well as your own. Looting what was necessary in order to make do. It was a crude sentiment, but they didn’t need whatever they carried anymore. They were long dead. You happened to find a decent knife, like your personal one, which you had managed to keep safely tucked against your thigh.

You wandered and wandered and wandered and all you ever came across was the occasional body or a small woodland animal of any sort. No matter which direction you headed, it always seemed like you were going deeper into the woods. You hoped to find a riverbank so that maybe you could try to find your way back to the ambush location and from there head back to Freywind, but not even that. Time passed but for you it stilled. All you could do was walk aimlessly around the woods in cold weather while soaking wet, trying to at least find shelter of any sort, until your eyes set on a pair of bodies you were all too familiar with… Your beloved underlings. They were at your side moments before the flooding, but now their bodies laid sprawled over roots and mud. From where you stood you could see Atlas’ open eyes, gaze facing nowhere but beyond… His mouth slightly agape, his lasts breaths must have been painful. Eyes that would look to you for guidance and a mouth that would cheer you on, are far gone from this plane of existence. You didn’t know if what was dripping down your face were tears, or remnants of the water you escaped, practically unscathed. Your steps were careful and slow as you got closer. Next to him, was Aeron… His ragged breathing barely a whisper, eyes shut, and face pained. You kneeled beside him, and his name was a whisper escaping your lips. “Aeron?” Your eyes couldn’t help but give him a once over, and it wasn’t until you were in such proximity that you noticed what had him in agony. He winced as he opened his eyes, slightly turning his head over to face you. All color was drained from him, his lips were already turning to an ungodly shade of blue that you had never imagined to be faced with. Even if you knew war eventually led to death, you didn’t imagine death ever touching them, or the gruesome way that it did. “Captain… You’re okay…” His voice cracked and faded, came and went. Whatever strength he still had; he was using it all to speak. “I’m so glad.” Tears started to stream from his eyes as he forced a gentle smile, and you couldn’t help but mimic him. You denied looking down once more, to what came out of his torso, but the source of his slow suffering was impossible to neglect. A large, sharp, twisted root was stained in scarlet as blood continued to pool beneath him.

“Aeron, I’m so sorry. Atlas…” His cold body laid across you, his hand tightly grasped by Aeron’s. It would have been a mercy had they died at once, but one had to suffer while the other was a corpse next to him.

“He passed not long ago. The water… It threw him against those rocks, and I got… stuck here.” Aeron struggled to speak, not raising his gaze from his comrade. “Still, he tried to crawl his way here. He died moments after reaching me.” Their bond was one of the purest, unmatched by any, until the end. “Captain, would you do me the favor of closing his eyes?” Your nod was small, but genuine. A trembling hand neared Atlas’ cold face, placing it over his lids. You let it rest there for a moment as you let out a tiny sob.

“Thank you, thank you…” The grip of Aeron’s hand on Atlas’ tightened. As if giving him a final goodbye.“Have you found any live ones?” You didn’t notice when Aeron was facing you again.

“No. Not yet.” You wiped away at the residue coming out of your nostrils. “Has anyone been nearby?” The young boy softly shook his head. His free hand slowly went to reach your face, thumb wiping away at the tears that were still streaming.

“Captain, it’s okay. These situations are inevitable in war, you taught us so.” You shook your head as you gently squeezed his hand. Not like this, never like this. “It has been my greatest honor to train under you and fight alongside you. I’m sure Atlas would say the same.” His words were slow and ragged, but genuine. In his eyes, embers were fading, but one spark remained.

“Take my necklace. Make sure when you get out of here and return home, please give it to Sian, give her my regards, tell her what I never could… Tell her I love her dearly...” Regret and numbness welled in his eyes, the pain of not returning to the love of his life was greater than that of being impaled. Your hands made their way towards his neck, slowly removing his necklace, avoiding him any more pain. You placed it around yours and safely tucked it under your mucky clothes.

“I will. I’ll let her know you thought of her until the end.” You went for his hand and gave him a squeeze of reassurance, not letting go.“Thank you.”

You stayed by Aeron’s side in silence, refusing to let go of his hand, focused on his ragged breathing and the cold night surrounding you. You couldn’t bare seeing him like this, but neither putting him out of his misery. Not like he wanted you to anyways, all he wanted was for you to be by his side until nature took its course, just like he was for Atlas. You felt the grip he had on your hand slowly loosen up, as his head slowly rolled to the side and against your shoulder until you heard it. It was faint, but you heard it. You would continue to hear it for the rest of your existence. The final sign of life escaped him when his breath did, and he was gone. It took time to get there, but he was gone in an instant.

Sobs escaped from your inner core. Your underlings were dead beside you, their bodies would not be put to rest in a proper burial where their loved ones can have their final goodbyes. They would be left in a forest in God knows where, together at the very least. Alone, but together.

With shivery legs, you got up and gently repositioned Atlas’ body in a more comfortable manner, placing both his hands over his chest. A grim expression grew on your face as, through tears, you tried removing Aeron’s body from the root. More sobs got stuck on your throat as more blood poured from his chest, no wonder his light armor couldn’t withstand such mighty root. Once his body mimicked Atlas’, you scouted the nearby area for flowers. Carefully plucking some delicate blue ones; you placed them in their hands. You sat in front of their bodies silently, accepting that they were gone, and you were alone. Alone, but together. It was a small comfort, they were only lifeless bodies with you, but at least they were with you, and you gave them both a small, decent send off to the beyond. Your goodbyes you kept to yourself. Your regrets as well.

As you mourned your losses, the sound of a snapping twig broke you away from your sorrows. Wiping your tears away with one arm and drawing your small blade with the other as you stood, you surveyed your surroundings with caution. Breathing was close to nonexistent as you tried to be as silent as you could, if only to listen more carefully. Wary footsteps got closer in sound, but you couldn’t see anything or anyone yet. Not until they peered themselves into view from behind some trees, less guarded than you were.

“You…” When your eyes deciphered who it was, the anger inside you soon started to boil again. It was his fault, it was his unit, it was he who led the ambush.

“You.” He slowly retired the blade he was ready to draw back to its sheath once he realized it was only you. Still wet, shivering, covered in mud, blood, and tears. His eyes travelled to the bodies behind you, peacefully laid out, and then travelled back to you. He had never seen someone that looked so distraught completely shift into rage and fury.

“Don’t look at them, lowlife scum.” Low, harsh tones met his ears. “It’s your fucking fault I lost them. I’m going to kill you.” The last sentence was drawn out so slowly, he was almost taken aback when you lunged for his throat with your blade, ready to return the scar he left you with and take his life while you were at it. But he was quicker. Before you could land a single hit, his hands clasped around your wrists with more force than necessary. In a second, he forced your body around, kicking you behind your knees. You dropped to the ground in pain.

“You really think I’ll quit?” Attempting, but failing, to stab him while throwing your arms back at him, he twisted your wrists above you until nearly snapping them, with an aching yelp, the blade fell out of your hands. He quickly let you go and pushed you forwards. You winced and seethed as you brought your semi injured wrists up to your chest. Using the lesser pained hand, your reached for the blade, but were quickly halted by the weight of his boot, causing another agonized bawl to escape your lips.

“I suggest not.” He lifted his foot off your hand and kicked away the knife beneath it. Wincing and scowling, you crawled your way to the sanctuary of your dead comrades. It wasn’t fair. You were supposed to get revenge, if not for yourself, for them. What kind of a sorry Captain were you? Couldn’t protect your unit from an ambush, couldn’t secure them from the currents, and couldn’t even avenge them at the very least by hurting the one man who caused all this. Instead, he stood above you and you were rendered to nothing in mere seconds. His bored gaze loomed over you like a curse, and you understood why they called him Silence. He drew out a long breath as he averted his gaze elsewhere, wiping mud off his brow. He was just as much of dirty mess as you were. Puddles sloshed as he marched away.

“I’m finding a way out. You’re more than welcome to come along, if you keep your hands and blades to yourself.” A barked laugh escaped your throat.

“Why would I search for a way out with the likes of you?” You were already on your feet, pain from your knees and wrists subsiding. His sudden turn caught you off guard, but you refused to show it.

“Then meet a fate no better than your companions’.” He jutted his chin over to where Aeron and Atlas’ bodies laid. The calm, cool tone for such a vile string of words made you uneasy. Being this near him, under the moonlight, without the rush of battle or alcohol in your veins, you were able to see him better. He was not that much taller than you, and yet? He always made you feel so small, so vulnerable and rendered you utterly and completely defenseless…

“I’d rather take my chances with the woodland night.” You took a few steps backwards and plopped down on the muddy ground.

His fingers brushed the muddy, brown locks out of his face. Shrugging, he went on his way. “Alright, alone then.”

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As You Wish [5/5]

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Brock Rumlow x Reader.

Prompt: The Princess Bride AU for @suz-123‘s writing challenge!

Summary: Y/N and Steve are True Love embodied. Steve left her.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Fear, Injuries

Word Count: 900

A/N: Well this the last part, I hope you enjoyed this mini series. Feedback is always welcome.

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“Let’s get out of here.” He grinned at Y/N and opened the passenger door for her.

An explosion rippled through the building.

Y/N spluttered and coughed as smoke filled her lungs and thick wetness dripped into her eye. Her dirty and grazed hands wiped away the blood, she grimaced as she touched the gash by her temple.

She only heard a high-pitched ringing and the thump of her heartbeat as her blood pumped ferociously through her veins. Y/N saw the flicker of flames edging closer and she hauled herself up to get away.

Dust swirled from her disturbance, her eyes were sore and itchy. She squinted through the wreckage and found an exit. She dragged her aching body towards it.

The ceiling caved in and Y/N threw her body out of the way. She screamed in agony, a chunk of metal lacerated through her calf.

Y/N gritted her teeth and crawled towards the light.

Y/N slumped to her side, spotted the armoured vehicles then Steve. He was on his knees, arms clamped behind his back. Y/N rolled over and winced at the pain shooting through her leg. Y/N saw the SHIELD logo on one of the agents’ lapels.

Then she saw Brock. She was right, he would find her.

Brock knelt in front of her and examined her leg, he didn’t acknowledge her directly.

The scowl on his face showed the anger, it seeped off him like the heat from the flames behind them.

Y/N whispered, “Will you promise to not harm him if I come with you?”

Brock’s gaze flickered to her face, he walked back to Steve and hit him with the back of his gun.

“I swear.” Brock smirked.

Nat and Bucky’s bodies ached, and their heads pounded, yet, they both sprinted to their original destination with speed and agility that was unmatched to any other agent.

Bucky grabbed Nat as they burst through the treeline and they skidded to a halt in front of the demolished building and the ash that had been left by the fire.

In a flash, they both heard a groan and their weapons were aimed at Captain America.

Y/N screamed and banged on the door to be released. Her voice hoarse and lungs heavy from the smoke. Y/N paced the cell, she twitched and bit her nails, fiddled with her hair and the hem of the top. She leant against the door, slid down and pulled her knees to her chest.

Panic settled over her once more.

Why was she locked in a room when she was the one that was kidnapped in the first place?

The faint sound of familiar footsteps brought Y/N out of her thoughts, and she leant against the door in a hope to hear something, anything, to know what was going on.

Brock sneered, “I thought it was smart to try and convince them that she was Hydra, Sitwell convinced Barnes and Romanoff. But, now, I can get rid of her myself. It’s so much better.”

Pierce replied, “And SHIELD will be to blame. Hail Hydra.”

Brock responded in kind.

Y/N backed away from the door, she trembled as Brock entered the room.

Only a few hours later and Steve, Nat and Bucky had broken into SHIELD headquarters. They rushed through the building in search of Y/N when Pierce sauntered around the corner.

The smirk on his face grew and a group of Hydra agents flanked him.

Nat smirked at the men, “You two go, these are mine.”

Nat took out the agents with ease in the tight corridor; using the confined space to her advantage. Propelling her body over her assailants and knocking them unconscious with the use of her Widow Bites.

Nat stalked after the coward that had flown in fear, through the doors into a stairwell, ready to enact the revenge for the pain he had caused her family.

“My name is Natalia Alianova Romanoff, prepare to die.”

Y/N heard the commotion outside and heard Steve as he shouted her name. She tried to stop him before he reached her cell, but it was too late.

Brock launched for Steve, he took the Captain by surprise, but Steve overpowered him in an instance, pulling the Hydra Commander into a vice grip.

“Drop your weapon and take a seat.” Steve panted at the disgraced commander.

Steve tied Brock to the chair, making sure he would not escape. He grabbed the keys from Brock’s pocket and unlocked Y/N’s cell.

Y/N threw herself at Steve, tears fell down her face as he crushed her closer to him.

Nat skidded into the building, covered in bruises and blood that did not belong to her.

Bucky yelled and blasted the car’s horn, Y/N looked out the window to see he was there in one of the armoured vehicles. Steve grabbed Y/N and jumped through the window, Nat followed and landed in Steve’s arms.

They clambered into the vehicle rushed away from SHEILD’s headquarters.

Silence filled the space as their minds made sense of the truth behind the Hydra infiltration.

Y/N wriggled off the engagement ring off and threw it away, “I won’t be needing this anymore.”

Y/N and Steve were finally alone at the Avenger’s compound. They both felt calm and at peace. He pulled Y/N towards him and pressed his lips to hers.

Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.

THE END.

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Must-See Sets At Hard Summer 2019

HARD Summer 2019 takes off at the Speedway in Fontana from Saturday, August 3rd to Sunday, August 4th. The 18+ festival features an insane array of talents artists, both established and upcoming. In this article, I will break down some of the must-see sets for the weekend.

Excision B2B NGHTMRE

Where to begin? This B2B a match made in bass heaven. Both artists have been on absolute fire, and continue to take the electronic music realm by storm with every release. The matter of fact is that there is a plethora of tracks, both from Excision and NGHTMRE, that will potentially be played in this massive set. Get excited, headbangers.

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It’s extremely rare that I’m not dripping in sweat by the end of each show

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Alison Wonderland

Alison Wonderland is a force to be reckoned with. Her live shows are a complete spiritual experience (FMUOSL). If you have never seen a live set, be prepared to have your mind blown. Her visuals, her interaction & respect towards her fans and her overall aura is unmatched. Recently she has pointed out the progress she has made as an artist, expressing how insane it feels to play the majority of her own music at her shows.

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Ghastly

Ghastly had an epic performance at HARD Summer 2018, highlighting tracks from his debut album The Mystifying Oracle. He is guaranteed to throw down during his set, mixing tracks old and new. Ghastly’s progress an artist is undeniable, and it will be exciting to see what he has in store for us at HARD 2019.

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Kasbo

Swedish producer Kasbo has made lots of festival appearances over the last two years. He released his debut LP in 2018 under ODESZA‘s Foreign Family Collective and Counter Records. His sound is extremely vibey, and it brought to life alongside his memorizing visuals. Check out his set for an emotional, groovy set.

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Wuki

Los Angeles based producer Wuki has mastered his unique electro, hard-hitting sound. He has crafted insane remixes for artists all across the board including The Chainsmokers, RL Grime, Kill The Noise, Galantis and more. Check out his set if you want to dance and get funky.

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GG Magree

GG Magree is an absolute boss. She has an incredible energy about her, and takes on the roles of trap/bass DJ, vocalist and producer. You are guaranteed to rock out during her set – prepare yourself.

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DROELOE

Dutch duo DROELOE (pronounced “drü lü”) will certainly wow its audience at HARD. Part music project and part art project, DROELOE seeks to provide a hybrid audiovisual experience for its fans. DROELOE is recognized in Billboard Dance’s “Ones to Watch” series as “dynamic, compelling and drenched in otherworldly emotions“. Check out this epic project – you won’t be disappointed.

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⠀ ⠀ We can’t wait to play it out at festivals this summer! ⠀ ⠀

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DJ Diesel

If you has told me five years ago that Shaquille O’Neal would be an emerging artist in electronic music, I wouldn’t have believed you. But it is 2019, and here we are. Going by his stage name DJ Diesel, Shaq, displays an undeniable passion for music. If you are lucky, you may even run into him in the GA section on the rail – he loves to support other artists from the crowd.

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Kayzo

Kayzo‘s latest releases have been centralized on meshing electronic and metal/alternative music together. He has been instrumental in this genre crossover movement, and brings an irresistible, wild energy to his live sets. From hardstyle to hard bass, Kayzo will have you tuned into the stage his entire set.

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RL Grime

RL Grime is in a league of his own. His music is infectious, and the hype around his live sets is unreal. In 2018, he released his new album NOVA. Since then, he released NOVA (The Remixes, Vol 1 and Vol 2), as well as an instrumental album, NOVA Pure. In addition to his newer music, his OG tracks and stage production elements are certain to blow away the crowd.

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Anna Lunoe

Australian DJ and producer Anna Lunoe is set to throw down this year at HARD. Fun fact: she headlined her own state at HARD Summer’s 10 year anniversary at 8 months pregnant. Be prepared to get down and boogie with this crowd-favorite.

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ASIA TOUR STARTS NOW!

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Graves

Graves has made some serious moves in 2019. With an intense signature sound, his set will be full of bass and insane energy from this up and coming artist.

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| hella new records in these festival sets – some getting released v soon… 6/22 – Escapade 7/13 – Audiotistic 8/4 – HARD Summer 8/18 – Taos Vortex 8/24 – Breakaway 9/1 – EDC Korea 9/7 – dancefestopia

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Dom Dolla

Australian DJ and producer Dom Dolla has had a momentous year thus far, having played sets at Coachella, EDC Las Vegas and Tomorrowland. Most recently, he was named one of this years’ “rising stars” by Pete Tong on BBC Radio 1. His signature sound plays upon an anthem-like house music vibe. From remixes to tracks of his own, this is a set you don’t want to miss.

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Catch me tonight from 6:30-8pm on the lotus stage… cannot wait to relive this!! See you soon legends

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Some other insane sets to catch include ZHU B2B Tchami, DJ Snake B2B Malaa, Kill The Noise and Blanke, among countless others. Enjoy yourselves at HARD Summer 2019, and be prepared for the 100 degree heat!

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101 Most Important Painters

Most Important Western Painters of All Time

A list of the 101 most important painters of the history of Western Painting, from 13th century to 21st century. Although this list is the result of a deep study of the painters, their contribution to Western painting, and their influence on later artists; we are aware that objectivity does not exist in Art, so we understand that most readers will not agree 100% with this list. In any case, theartwolf.com assures that this list is only intended as a tribute to painting and the painters who have made it an unforgettable Art.

101 Painters you should know!

PABLO PICASSO (1881-1973) Love him or hate him, Picasso changed it all. He is to Art History a giant earthquake with eternal consequences. With the possible exception of Michelangelo (who focused his greatest efforts in sculpture and architecture), no other artist had such ambitions at the time of placing his oeuvre in the history of art. Picasso created the avant-garde. Picasso destroyed the avant-garde. He looked back at the masters and created a personal style that was imitated by artists around the globe. During his later years, his works are often somewhat dull and unexciting, but his unmatched legacy had already been set. For the better or for the worse.

GIOTTO DI BONDONE (c.1267-1337) It has been said by some art historians that Giotto was the first real painter, like Adam was the first man. Giotto continued the Byzantine style of Cimabue and other predecessors, but he earned the right to be included in gold letters in the history of painting when he added a quality unknown to date: emotion

LEONARDO DA VINCI (1452-1519) There is no artist more legendary than Leonardo da Vinci. He will be forever known as the author of the most famous painting of all time, the "Gioconda" or "Mona Lisa". But he is more, much more. In the whole History of Art, no other name has created more discussions, debates and studies than the genius born in Vinci in 1452.

PAUL CÉZANNE (1839-1906) "Cezanne is the father of us all." This famous quote has been attributed to both Picasso and Matisse, and certainly it does not matter who actually said it, because in either case would be appropriate. Albeit he exhibited with the Impressionist painters, Cézanne left the whole group behind and developed a style of painting never seen before, opening the door for the arrival of the Cubism and the rest of the vanguards of the twentieth century.

REMBRANDT VAN RIJN (1606-1669) The fascinating use of the light and shadows in Rembrandt's works seem to reflect his own life, moving from fame to oblivion. Rembrandt is the greatest master of Dutch painting, and, along with Velázquez, the main figure of 17th century European Painting. He is, in addition, the great master of the self-portrait of all time, an artist who had never show any mercy at the time of depicting himself.

DIEGO VELÁZQUEZ (1599-1660) Along with Rembrandt, one of the summits of Baroque painting. But unlike his Dutch contemporary, the Sevillan painter spent most of his life in the comfortable but rigid courtesan society. Nevertheless, Velázquez was an innovator, a "painter of atmospheres" two centuries before Turner and the Impressionists, which it is shown in his colossal 'royal paintings' ("Meninas", "The Forge of Vulcan"), but also in his small and memorable sketches of the Villa Medici.

WASSILY KANDINSKY (1866-1944) Although the title of "father of abstraction" has been assigned to several artists, from Picasso to Turner, few painters claim it with as many motives as Kandinsky. Many artists have succeeded in painting emotion, but very few have changed the way we understand art. Wassily Kandinsky is one of them.

CLAUDE MONET (1840-1926) The importance of Monet in the history of art is sometimes "underrated", as Art lovers tend to see only the overwhelming beauty that emanates from his canvases, ignoring the complex technique and composition of the work (a "defect" somehow caused by Monet himself, when he declared that "I do not understand why everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love"). However, Monet's experiments, including his studies on the changes in the same object caused by daylight at different times of the day; and the almost abstract quality of his "water lilies", are clearly a prologue to the art of the twentieth century.

MICHELANGELO MERISI DA CARAVAGGIO (1571-1610) The tough and violent Caravaggio is considered the father of Baroque painting, with his spectacular use of lights and shadows. Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro became so famous that many painters started to copy his paintings, creating the 'Caravaggisti' style.

10. JOSEPH-MALLORD WILLIAM TURNER (1775-1851) Turner is the best landscape painter of Western painting. Albeit an academic painter during his first years, Turner slowly but unstoppably evolved towards a free, atmospheric style, sometimes even outlining the abstraction, which was misunderstood and rejected by the same critics who then admired him for decades.

JAN VAN EYCK (1390-1441) Van Eyck is the colossal of the Flemish painting, a genius of accuracy, thoroughness and perspective, well above any other artist of his time, either Flemish or Italian.

ALBRECHT DÜRER (1471-1528) The real Leonardo da Vinci of Northern European Rennaisance was Albrecht Dürer, a restless and innovative genious, master of drawing and color. He was one of the first artists to represent nature without artifice, either in his painted landscapes or in his drawings of plants and animals.

MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI (1475-1564) Some readers will be quite surprised to see a man who is arguably the greatest artistic genius of all time out of the "top ten" of this list, but the fact is that even Michelangelo defined himself as "sculptor", and even his painted masterpiece (the frescoes in the Sistine Chapel) are often defined as 'painted sculptures'. Nevertheless, that unforgettable masterpiece is enough to guarantee him a place of honor in the history of painting.

FRANCISCO DE GOYA (1746-1828) Goya is an enigma. In the whole History of Art few figures are as complex as the artist born in Fuendetodos, Spain. Enterprising and indefinable, a painter with no rival in all his life, Goya was the painter of the Court and the painter of the people. He was a religious painter and a mystical painter. He was the author of the beauty and eroticism of the 'Maja desnuda' and the creator of the explicit horror of 'The Third of May, 1808'. He was an oil painter, a fresco painter, a sketcher and an engraver. And he never stopped his metamorphosis.

VINCENT VAN GOGH (1853-1890) Few names in the history of painting are now as famous as Van Gogh, despite the complete neglect he suffered in life. His works, strong and personal, are one of the greatest influences in the twentieth century painting, especially for the German Expressionism.

ÉDOUARD MANET (1832-1883) Manet was the origin of Impressionism, a revolutionary in a time of great artistic revolutions. His (at the time) quite polemical "Olympia" or "Déjeuner sur l'Herbe" opened the way for the great figures of the Impressionism.

HENRI MATISSE (1869-1954) Some art critics tend to regard Matisse as the greatest exponent of twentieth century painting, only surpassed by Picasso. That is quite debatable, although the almost pure use of color in some of his works strongly influenced many of the following avant-gardes.

RAFFAELLO SANZIO (1483-1520) Equally loved and hated in different eras, no one can doubt that Raphael is one of the greatest geniuses of the Renaissance, with an excellent technique in terms of drawing and color.

JACKSON POLLOCK (1912-1956) The major figure of American Abstract Expressionism, Pollock created his best works, his famous drips, between 1947 and 1950. After those fascinating years, comparable to Picasso’s blue period or van Gogh’s final months in Auvers, he abandoned the drip, and his latest works are often bold, uninspired works.

DOMENIKOS THEOTOKOPOULOS · EL GRECO (1541-1614) One of the most original and fascinating artists of his era, with a very personal technique that was admired, three centuries later, by the impressionist painters. A true innovator in the broadest sense of the word.

PAUL GAUGUIN (1848-1903) One of the most fascinating figures in the history of painting, his works moved from Impressionism (soon abandoned) to a colorful and vigorous symbolism, as can be seen in his 'Polynesian paintings'. Matisse and Fauvism could not be understood without the works of Paul Gauguin.

JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT (1960-1988) Basquiat is undoubtedly the most important and famous member of the "graffiti movement" that appeared in the New York scene in the early'80s, an artistic movement whose enormous influence on later painting is still to be measured.

EDVARD MUNCH (1863-1944) Modernist in his context, Munch could be also considered the first expressionist painter in history. Works like "The Scream" are vital for the understanding of twentieth century painting.

TIZIANO VECELLIO DI GREGORIO (c.1476-1576) After the premature death of Giorgione, Titian became the leading figure of Venetian painting of his time. His use of color and his taste for mythological themes defined the main features of 16th century Venetian Art. His influence on later artists -Rubens, Velázquez...- is extremely important.

FRANCIS BACON (1909-1992) Maximum exponent, along with Lucian Freud, of the so-called "School of London", Bacon's style was totally against all canons of painting, not only in relation to beauty, but also against the abstraction of the dominant abstract expressionism at the time.

ANDY WARHOL (1928-1987) Brilliant and controversial, Warhol is the leading figure of pop-art and one of the icons of contemporary art. His silkscreen series depicting icons of the mass-media (as a reinterpretation of Monet's series of Water lilies or the Rouen Cathedral) are one of the milestones of contemporary Art, with a huge influence in the Art of our days

SIR PETER PAUL RUBENS (1577-1640) Rubens was one of the most prolific painters of all time, thanks in part to the collaboration of his study. Very famous in life, he traveled around Europe to meet orders from very wealthy and important clients. His female nudes are still amazing in our days.

JOHANNES VERMEER (1632-1675) Vermeer was the leading figure of the Delft School, and for sure one of the greatest genre painters of all time. Works such as "View of the Delft" are considered almost "impressionist" due to the liveliness of his brushwork. He was also a skilled portraitist, and his "Girl With a Pearl Earring" has been called the “Mona Lisa of the North”.

ARTEMISIA GENTILESCHI (1597-1654) One of the most gifted artists of the early baroque era, she was the first female painter to become a member of the Accademia di Arte del Disegno in Florence. During the last decades reevaluation of her work has placed Gentileschi in the place she deserved among the greatest painters of her era.

JOAN MIRÓ (1893-1983) Like most geniuses, Miro is an unclassificable artist. His interest in the world of the unconscious, those ideas and emotions hidden in the depths of the mind, link him with Surrealism, but with a personal style, sometimes closer to Fauvism and Expressionism. His most important works are those from the series of "Constellations", created in the early 40s.

TOMMASO MASACCIO (1401-1428) Masaccio was one of the first old masters to use the laws of scientific perspective in his works. One of the greatest and most innovative painters of the Early Renaissance.

MARC CHAGALL (1887-1985) Artist of dreams and fantasies, Chagall was for all his life an immigrant fascinated by the lights and colors of the places he visited. Few names from the School of Paris of the early twentieth century have contributed so much -and with such variety of ideas- to change modern Art as this man "impressed by the light," as he defined himself.

PIERO DELLA FRANCESCA (1416-1492) Despite being one of the most important figures of the quattrocento, the art of Piero della Francesca has been described as “cold”, “hieratic” or even “impersonal”. But with the apparition of Berenson and the great historians of his era, like Michel Hérubel -who admired the “metaphysical dimension” of the paintings by Piero-, his precise and detailed Art finally occupied the place that it deserves in the History of Art.

PIET MONDRIAN (1872 -1944) Along with Kandinsky and Malevich, Mondrian is the leading figure of early abstract painting. After emigrating to New York, Mondrian filled his abstract paintings with a fascinating emotional quality, as it can be seen in his series of "boogie-woogies" created in the mid-40s. Read the full article

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April 18: Rocky IV

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The Cold War one! I was in high school when this came out, and it seems like the Rocky movie that has most endured in pop culture for people my age, and even younger maybe? I haven't seen it in a very, very long time so I'm wondering if the Rocky-versus-All-Of-Communism logline is going to seem like a pathetically irrelevant conflict. Or, frankly, if that sentiment is going to sound like the dipshits that attacked the US Capitol just a few short months ago. It's definitely going to feel like just a slight twist on a formula that's been working, right? Let's see…

Totally different intro from the rest of the series, and surprisingly the recap of the end of the last movie also includes the hit single from the last movie. But also there is a thing about an American-flag glove and a Soviet-flag glove punching each other into an explosion.

They were so happy with the chummy chit-chat at the end of Rocky III that they just gratuitously include that whole scene here. It is a cheap way to eat up a couple of minutes.

Oh My God. The first actual new scene in this movie serves the important purpose of documenting for all time how dazzlingly technically advanced things were in 1985. For Paulie's birthday party, he gets a ROBOT! It talks… ROBOT-style! Paulie is whelmed by how robot-y it is.

"Open your prize," Rocky tells her when asking Adrian to open her PRESENT. Why did he say "prize".

MEANWHILE IN SOVIET UNION… They do a quick montage that only vaguely suggests something about a boxer and the USSR.

Apollo Creed spots an innocuous news story about Russian boxer Ivan Drago coming to America to participate in sportsmanlike fighting. AC is PISSED! A Russian being competitive, oh hell no.

At least Drago has a female companion so there will be an actual female character who isn't played by Talia Shire.

"Commies Are Evil" isn't the only theme of this movie; there's also "The Marvels of Technology". Drago's unmatched strength is demonstrated for the press in a very electricity-filled gym. And the robot has been in three scenes already in the first fifteen minutes! Oh I hope they aren't going to get me to fall in love with Robot Character only to have it lose in a boxing match to The Commies.

Big press conference to announce that AC will be fighting Drago in an exhibition match. AC is all cocky and Drago literally says nothing the whole scene. He is characterized as perhaps yet another robot character. But his wife and some other Russian guy do all the talking, and if they're supposed to seem like the Bad Guy, I don't see it. They are perfectly diplomatic and AC is just acting like a tool.

0:23:23 - I remember this scene, we all do, oh yes we do. The Fight That Does Not Go So Well. It starts with a super flashy intro; they're at the venue in Vegas and there are showgirls and pretend fighter planes and Actual James Brown singing this movie's legit hit single, "Living in America", singing it all At The Russians as AC descends in front of a monster thing in spangly Uncle Sam garb. AC actually dances alongside James Brown and around Drago. What they're doing, these diabolical filmmakers, is going to make what happens next sting the audience pretty bad.

Right before the fight, Drago's first line is "you vill lose". Monotone. Robotic. Technology! #1985

Drago beats him to actual death, he twitches on the floor as Drago robotically says things like "I will not be defeated". It is a bummer, this turn of events.

New press conference. Rocky is going to fight Drago. "No money. It's not about the money." That's weird, addressing money in this press conference. They're not really addressing the monumental fact that Rocky is sitting next to the guy that killed Apollo Creed.

This time, the Soviets are less diplomatic. Rocky barely says anything, but the old Russian dude calls him little and weak. They have a good point, though, about how Drago gets death threats in the US on account of he is a killer of an American hero, even though the wife also says he is not a killer. But that's why the fight will be in Russia.

New montage with a very 80s pop song. Worth noting that we have not heard any of the famous music from the first movie. This montage also looks very 80s, with it's flashbacks using a lot of different, highly techologically sophisticated frame rates.

0:42:41 - Adrian eye-close sighting! Thank you so much for that, it is what we all want and only you, Rocky-movie, can provide it.

Flashbacks to all the other movies. He is thinking about it all as he anticipates The Hell Of Going To Russia. Remember when he pointed to the jacket in the window that one time? Rocky does. Remember when he looked at his statue? Rocky does. He even somehow remembers Adrian closing her eyes. This is a music video with mostly recycled footage from the whole series.

0:48:35 - Another "modern" pop song, I think it's the band called Survivor again. Were we supposed to love all the catchy tunes and go out and buy the soundtrack? We only remember the James Brown one in 2021.

It is snowy in Russia ha ha! Paulie has joined him on the trip because he is part of Rocky's staff, but he doesn't like how cold it is ha ha.

Rocky's quarters consist of a log cabin dripping with icicles at the foot of some really pretty mountains. I play Geoguessr a lot and I don't ever see pretty mountains like that in Russia, but they must have them, right?

Rocky has been assigned minders. He is told they will go wherever he goes. I'm pretty sure that's not an unfair characterization.

He's got Apollo's trainer guy there with him, but Rocky makes it clear that he just has to do this training stuff on his own or whatever blah blah.

Now a montage going back and forth between Drago training and Rocky just running through the snow-covered countryside. ON HIS OWN. Plus also sawing wood and displacing boulders on his own. Oh and being the dog in a dogsled pulling Paulie! Locals look at Rocky because, look, a man doing something, that's new and confusing. Drago has electric machines. Rocky fells trees! Drago is inside comfortable facilities. Rocky is growing his beard out! The minders observe it all. The minders observe it all.

There is a subplot about how Adrian is dealing with this whole thing. She had been unconfident earlier, and did not join Rocky in USSR. But surprise, she is now there in Russia suddenly because love! Rocky continues to train, not so alone-y now and with a new rock song with more major chords. That is Drago's weakness! Communism hates major triads.

Gotta have inspired running, right? This time Rocky runs up a snowy mountain, running so hard that the minders can't keep up! At the peak he does his trademark cheer howl in that pretty place… but he is saying "DRAGO!!!!!!!!!"

Just like that, we're at the big fight. This time it's in Russia and it's mostly uniformed soldiers in the crowd.

Ugh. Quick cut to Rocky's kid watching at home on TV with friends. He says "that's my dad" and one of them replies "what do you think we are, nerds?" Ladies and gentlemen, the wit of Mr. Stallone: Screenwriter.

Do we need to talk about Drago's hair? He has very styled hair. I think it looks like Vanilla Ice hair. Is that a strange choice? I don't know how to think about hair, I guess.

"I must break you". That's what Drago says to Rocky right before they fight. I remember it. It is an above average dialogue choice compared with other Rocky-movie-right-before-the-fight dialogue choices.

Drago punches Rocky a lot, and the commentators make sure we know that Rocky might lose and they may even have to stop the fight. But also, yes, it does just look like Rocky is taking a lot of rough beating.

"He's not human. He's a piece of iron." So speaks Drago in unbecoming monotone. I don't know what that means.

It's a montage now, an appealingly edited summary of a whole bunch of rounds. The two boxers are both doing well and maybe not doing well, both. Montage.

I guess I'm experiencing what I remember noticing back when I first saw this in the 80s, which is that they really did convince us that Drago was indestructible, and now we're seeing him be damaged and it's kind of satisfying.

1:21:15 - Whoa, I forgot about this. The Soviet Diplomat Man is giving Drago a hard time about not winning yet, and Drago lifts him up violently by the neck and says something about I Will Win For Me, For Me. It's a little like we're supposed to think Drago is increasingly inspired by American Freedom, maybe? But it won't help him if he's still the bad guy in a Rocky movie.

This fight is taking a long time. A lot of this movie's running time is being consumed by this fight.

Eventually Rocky wins, because it turns out that he is just better because Freedom, and it's that same tiresome "Rocky-won" music, maybe arranged a little differently.

What does he say in the mic at the end? What is his message? "During this fight, I seen a lot of changing…" he says that during this fight, like during the actual boxing match, they all grew to appreciate each other. And it's better to do boxing than do nuclear annihilations. The whole crowd cheers for Rocky! Even the important Soviet Boss Men, startling even themselves with their abrupt adoration of The Wise American. Then when he says Merry Christmas Kid to his kid at home, well this whole entire crowd clearly thinks Rocky is better than their whole entire country. We don't see Drago any more. We don't know if he, too, is moved by Rocky's profound monologue. And we never find out what Drago and Robot Character think of each other.

So that's it, that's the end of Rocky IV. I get why it fires people up in a simple way, but I don’t think it's good. It totally assumes you'll understand that Rocky wins because the USSR just kind of sucks. Or you won't care that it's improbable that Rocky wins because it's just so gratifying to see Drago falter. Which they achieve by making him look very perfect, and having no charming characteristics.

It's true, though, how cocky we were about technology in the mid-80s.

(next: Rocky V)

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