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inkykeiji · 2 years

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i love you - i know

anonymous said: ik you’re a pretty big star wars (and vader) fan so i’m kinda curious—would touya-nii binge watch the movies with her, and if reader is obsessed with vader like you, how would he react to her thirsting over anakin? i can just picture him getting jealous over a fictional villain and getting all mad and overprotective

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

notes: set in my touya-nii au, this is an extremely self-indulgent piece and was written as more of a comfort for myself than anything else but i wanted to share it here since anon prompted it!!! with that being said, this is generally how touya-nii would react to anyone’s favourite character in the most basic sense, so if you’re interested in that, read on!

warnings: no smut but still +18 minors do not interact, stepcest, toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), star wars spoilers (lmao???)

words: 2.1k

synopsis:

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

They’re stupid questions; he knows they’re stupid questions, knows the answer is yes, absolutely, of course you do, yet he can’t help but vocalize them, pathetically vying for that concrete reassurance pouring from your lips and cascading over his skin, encasing him in an indestructible coating of your comforting, unconditional love.

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”

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It’s a special type of torture, watching these films with you, subjected to all your little mewls and moans that you attempt to subdue, to tone down, purely for his sake; all your little whispered wisps of Daddy that manage to slip from your throat every time Vader’s onscreen, so delicate, so precious the endearment merely caresses your lips on its way out.

It’s the most rewarding type of torture, watching these films with you, privy to all of those sweet bubbles of laughter—vaporized happiness that he devours; down his throat and into his lungs and straight to his very soul—that warm him from the inside out, that make it all so fucking worth it.

On the days where nothing seems to be enough, on the days where his kisses can’t quell the glittery tears staining your cheeks and his cuddles can’t calm the shuddery sobs rattling your ribs and his words can’t lull the misery incessantly ricocheting off the walls of your skull, he’s forced to bring out the big guns.

“Where are you going?” you nearly whimper, body involuntarily leaning forward to follow his heat, his comfort, as he leaves the couch and pads towards your impressive blu-ray collection, proudly displayed across the dark wood shelves lining the far wall of your living room.

Touya doesn’t answer, merely casting a glance over his shoulder in your direction, the grimace chiseled into his face melting into something softer, something sweeter when he spots you curled in a cute little ball, chin resting on your folded knees as gleaming eyes watch him in curiosity, your favourite fluffy blanket wrapped tightly around your form.

Revenge of the Sith, that’s the one that holds the most nostalgia. It isn’t your favourite—no, that’s the one with that weird yeti creature at the beginning, the one where Luke gets shoved into that deformed horse or whatever the fuck that thing is before he dies of hypothermia; The Empire Strikes Back, that’s the one—but it holds a special place within your heart, and it’s a foolproof way to crack the trepidation coating your features with a precious little smile, even if only for an hour or two, one filled with childhood memories and the deep seated soothing nostalgia seems to bring with it.

Slender fingers drum against the plastic held in his palms, Hayden Christensen staring up at Touya from the blu-ray case, beautiful and brooding, and Touya swallows a sigh.

He hates this film.

It isn’t the atrocious writing, or the dreadful CGI, or the cardboard acting—though they all do their part, respectively—it’s him.

It’s the way you react to him, with those girlish squeals and gushing whispers, with hearts in your eyes and pure adoration in your voice, instantly engrossed in Anakin Skywalker’s aura any time he’s on the screen.

Touya supposes he can’t blame you, though. Anakin is your favourite character, after all.

Doesn’t mean Touya has to like it.

“Oh, niichan,” you breathe, a wave of watery appreciation rushing to cloud your vision the moment you realize his intentions.

“You’re having a really rough day,” Touya offers as a halfhearted explanation, a shoulder shrugging awkwardly as he looks away from your penetrative gaze, pure love pouring past your lashes, so potent, so powerful he swears he can feel it stretching his lungs with each inhale, surging down his throat and through his veins, his blood and tissue sparked aflame.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he settles back beside you, taking his rough hands between yours and squeezing, teardrops chasing each other down your smooth cheeks.

“No need to thank me,” he says gruffly, even though he appreciates the gesture more than he can verbally express. “And no more crying, yeah?” Calloused thumbs swipe through the steady streams flowing on your face, killing them instantly. “I’m sure Anakin wouldn’t want you crying either, princess.”

And try as he may, he can’t help the way his features pucker as he all but spits the sentence from his mouth, the name putrid on his tongue.

You don’t seem to mind, though, a giggle-infused sniffle catching tenderly in your throat at his reaction, snuggling into his side as a reluctant finger finally presses play.

And then the film begins, the first few notes of that iconic theme song blaring proudly through the speakers, and Touya feels a distinct shift in your spirit—looser, lovelier, muscles relaxing as rosy nostalgia infused with warm comfort weaves thickly through your blood.

Touya stays quiet for the first little while, watching with fleeting, soured disinterest, refraining from commenting his caustic thoughts until Anakin is reunited with his secret wife, Padmé, the camera pushing in on his face, bright blue eyes and perfect smile shimmering against his flawless skin as he gazes at his lover.

“Pretty boy,” Touya grumbles through a scowl, eyes shaded by his tightly knit brows as he glares at the screen.

“You’re a pretty boy, too, niichan,” you nudge his shoulder with your own, a playful little smirk painted across your swollen face.

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, unable to suppress the grin fluttering on his lips, bashfulness tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“M’serious!” you sit up a little straighter, sincerity shining in your stare, residual tears still glazing your eyes, old teardrops stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, niichan, I swear,”

A dainty pinky is held upright between your chests, wiggling a little in enticement.

And despite the melancholia still saturating your features—a twitching nose, a hitching chest, a quivering lip—your love for him is still so bright, so genuine, so real that it almost hurts, your sheer devotion raw and uncut and so fucking strong, and he has to look away, burning emotion swelling in his chest and crawling up his throat, mouth watering a little as it sits densely on the back of his tongue.

“Alright, princess, alright,” he’s clearing his throat as a large pinky twines itself around yours and squeezes, sealing the promise. “I believe you.”

Miraculously, he manages to get through the majority of Revenge of the Sith without complaining, save for the occasional unintelligible growl, mumbled out under his breath, his strong arms continuing to tighten around your waist with each soft gasp or muted squeal you emit, pressing you closer and closer to his heart, a silent reminder that he is there, that he is yours, as delicate little fingers curl in the faded material of his hoodie, pulling further and further, a silent reminder that you are his, too.

It isn’t until Padmé confronts Anakin on his decision to join the dark side that Touya truly speaks up, the question, heavy with emotion, scathing his tongue.

“Would you follow me to the dark side?”

“Of course I would,” you answer without hesitance, automatic and instinctual.

“I mean,” Touya begins, rolling the words around on his tongue. “He’s doing it all for her, isn’t he?”

“He is,” you confirm with a nod. “Anakin’s intense, uncontrollable emotions—his love, his hate, his anger, his jealousy—are ultimately his downfall.”

Fidgeting beside you, Touya clears his throat roughly, pricks of heat crawling up the back of his neck.

“Interesting.”

If you notice his discomfort, or the similarities between him and your favourite character, you don’t say anything, silently allowing him to haul you into his lap and cradle you against his chest; a shield of sorts, against the raw vulnerabilities he and Anakin seem to share.

And yet, it’s…comforting, in a weird, almost inexplicable way, knowing that your favourite character has so many commonalities to Touya himself, knowing that you love him just the same regardless of his deeply flawed nature and unforgivable mistakes.

Watching as Anakin burns is nearly unbearable, the crackling of flames and melting of skin conjuring painful memories to the forefront of Touya’s mind—the sight of bright oranges and the smell of burnt flesh and the taste of ashy air overwhelming his senses—and he has to look away, jaw flexing with a thick swallow.

Burnt to a crisp and left to die by someone they loved, yet another similarity between him and your favourite.

At last, the torture of Hayden Christensen ends, the large man decked out head to toe in Vader’s extravagant suit as he steps off the steel operating table, rickety and tottering like Frankenstein’s monster as he hollers that ridiculously long, overly dramatic and extremely cliche Nooo! at news of Padmé’s death.

The crushing in his chest alleviates with the removal of the disk, Touya drawing in a few slow, steady breaths as he swaps one Star Wars film for another. It isn’t fully eradicated, a sort of bruising weight of clawed green envy still gnawing on his ribs and swiping at his heart, but he feels he can breathe a little easier now; the hardest and heaviest part is over, and he no longer has to look at Hayden’s Abercrombie & Fitch model face anymore.

It isn’t until halfway through Rogue One that Touya speaks again, low voice swiftly following your excited cheers of seeing Vader on the screen for the first time in the film.

“You, uh, you like me better than him though, right? I’m, like, your ultimate favourite, am I not?”

And he hates how small, shy, unsure his voice sounds, coughing harshly to clear the tremble sticking in his throat.

“You are my most favourite person in the whole universe,” you tell him lightly, giving him a quick glance through the corner of your eye. “On this planet or any others, niichan, I promise.”

Despite the nonchalance embedded in your tone, he can see the concern clear as day in your eyes, and he’s grateful that you don’t push, allowing him that space to find his reassurance without making a big deal out of it, without humiliating him or patronizing him further.

He nods in response, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply, head nodding again as he nuzzles into you.

It’s incredible how even after all these years, your reaction still hasn’t dulled in the slightest, bright smiles and breezy giggles conjured up the minute your favourite character appears.

It’s incredible to hear notes of elation and amusement seeping from his baby’s lips after a day full of sobs and sniffles, to see those sparks of mirth in your eyes—flares that have dried up, dried out, all of the sadness and tears—even if you both know it’s fleeting escapism at best, a few hours of bliss conjured up by a sugared sentimentality.

Because even if it’s only for a few transient moments, it’s all so worth it, suffering through all of your fawning and fussing over this character, continually shoving down those jealous and possessive notions desperate to make it past his lips, remarks that grate this throat with every thrust back, sharp and covered in thorns. It’s all so fucking worth it if it makes you feel better—if Touya can make you feel better, wielding nostalgia as his weapon—irregardless of how long the effects last.

Eventually, though, it all becomes a bit too much for him.

Shuffling your body on his thighs roughly a quarter through the fourth Star Wars film you’ve put on, Touya turns you away from the television, physically forcing your attention to him as he rearranges you to straddle his hips.

“I think you’ve been staring at him for long enough, don’t you?” he mutters, head dropping to scatter a few well-placed kisses along your neck, front teeth nipping a little at the sensitive skin. “Niichan is feeling a little left out,”

His voice is heavy with an exaggerated pout, words filtered through a jutted bottom lip. And although his tone is playful and teasing, you can see it, that little glimmer of truth, of insecurity, of jealousy shining bright in his sapphire eyes.

“You’re cute, niichan,” you murmur softly, a thumb gently caressing his protruding lip. His tongue catches it easily, sucking the appendage into the heat of his mouth.

“Cute, huh?” he speaks around the finger held between his teeth, an eyebrow raising in challenge.

A warm, wet tongue curls around your thumb, swallowing it further into his mouth before he lets go of it with a pop, teeth scraping against your flesh as the digit is pulled from his lips. A smirk carves itself into his face at your eager nodding, cute little uh-huhs spilling from your throat, Touya huffing out an airy little chuckle in response.

Sapphire glitters in the waning rays, weak beams of sunlight bathing the room in pale gold, eyes seeming to darken with the rapidly setting sun.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you cute, princess.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi fluff #todoroki touya fluff #todoroki touya x reader #i rly enjoyed writing this waaaaaaah #tw stepcest

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vyssims · 2 months

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Download from the Gallery #Vys-sims

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Original base sim by #rlstorer on the Gallery

Custom Content List

Hair Recolor* by me Hair by @wingssims* MESH Required

Outfit & Swords by @karzalee

Earrings by @daisysims

Eyebrows by @pralinesims

Face Overlay by [Hayden]

#ts4 #ts4cc #s4cc #ts4 lookbook #ts4 anime #one piece #ts4 one piece #roronoa zoro #zoro

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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First of all thanks for cliche Tuesday. I love watching cliches, not all the time, only when they are executed beautifully, which is the least of my worries here, you would do it damn fantastically. Also, I am kind of confused while writing which cliche do I exactly want between rich/poor and bad boy/ good girl. So maybe a balance of both, with Colin/Hayden/Ari ( I am leaving the pairing decision on you, just these three seemed good for it). Also if it’s not a problem with you could the reader be plus-sized? have a great day and thanks in advance for answering the ask

“With a dress like that, you like a real woman-” His gruff statement is cut short when your hand slams into his chest, a cheap blow before you smooth your hands down the front of your dress.

“And you’re still a horses’ ass.” You hissed at Colin, aggressively shooting him a hasty glare. “You think you’re so funny.”

“I am funny,” he grins and looks you over, his blue eyes familiarizing themselves with the cut of your form in your gown, “are you vying for the prince?”

“He’s searching for a bride, not an ox.” You snidely degrades yourself, wincing when he pinched your arm. “Besides, why have a prince when I have an ass to take care of?”

“You’re beautiful,” Colin chided you, and then exhaled slowly, “Blue-bird I have to tell you something.”

“You think I look good?” You pondered, adjusting the cut of your dress as best as possible in an attempt to hide the bumps and curves you weren’t always so proud of.

You weren’t a delicate fairy nor a graceful ballerina. You were a woman with an overabundance of curves, heavier breasts and an ass that couldn’t always be hidden by the layers of your dress.

“The prince is going to choose a bride! This is so exciting, Colin!” You beamed and grabbed his arm, trying to see over the crowds forming as the King stepped into view.

“No one’s seen the prince in 23 years.” Colin drew in a shaky breath and slowly turned to face you. “He isn’t supposed to appear until he finds a bride.”

“Its exciting-“ your arms were grasped and your best friend that you’d ran through the village with for years upon years, bent down on one knee.

“My sweet little blue-bird,” Colin swallowed heavily, “will you marry me? Become my princess?”

#prince in disguise #hidden prince #plus sized reader #plus size!reader drabble #plus-size!Reader #prince!Colin Shea #rich/poor cliche #hidden prince cliche

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mahvaladara · 5 months

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Vy: It's alright Arlo. I need to close your wound.

Vy got closer again and this time Arlo didn't fight back. Letting him stitch a clean and shiny gold star shaped line on his chest.

Arlo felt pain, Arlo felt unbearable pain, but it was nothing he wasn't used to. It was the heat that was bothering, and static, the pressure and pain in his head. Like something was pressing his brain, squeezing between fingers like a slime toy and he felt like he was inches away from breaking.

Flynn drew a sigh of relief from hearing Vy's words, it was like he had, and he probably had really, held his breath for a while. Seeing the shine in both of their chests made him smile, and he realized that they would eventually have a similar star mark on their chest, just like Hayden and Vy had. Chris on his end just put an arm around Flynn's shoulder, happy things seemed to have turned out well, although the eye which he knew off from his time here, would probably take time to adjust.

Flynn: So now we wait, yes?

Fannar: I think so.

#ts4 #the sims #sims #the sims 4 #ts4 story #the sims 4 story #the imortal #gen 1 #arlo #fannar #flynn #chris #vy

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freedomfireflies · 2 years

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Sex, Drugs, Etc. | 0. America's Sweethearts?

Summary: Hayden and Paris are Hollywood's hottest couple. I mean, look at them. But behind the fortune and the fame...something else.

Something Hayden does everything in his power to hide.

Word Count: 793

"Fuck you."

With no hesitation, Hayden lifts his fist and brings it down, feeling the bones crack beneath his knuckles as Tobias cries out in pain.

He's broken his nose, which Hayden knows will hurt his ego more than his face and repeats the action once more before standing back.

"Now, let's try again," Hayden declares, dusting his palms together. "Where is it?"

Tobias grunts, hand coming up to wipe the blood dripping down his lip. "I already told you, I don't fucking know—"

"Nope, not the answer we were looking for, pal," Hayden interrupts, grabbing the collar of his shirt and lifting him into the air before slamming him into the adjacent brick wall. "I've got about... three seconds of patience left. Don't fucking waste it."

Tobias, although a cocky son of a bitch, knows when he's been beat, his hands raising defensively in the air beside him. "Alright, alright... I... I've got it. It's with my security—"

"Wrong. Try again."

Tobias huffs, eyes flicking between Hayden's as he grunts, "I can get it to you tonight."

Hayden's head cocks as he clicks his tongue. "Come on, now. I know you know better than that—"

"Look, I just need—"

"No, see I don't care what you need," Hayden interrupts, stepping even closer to him, his tone threatening as nods his chin. "Because what I need... I can no longer get from you."

"Wait... wait—"

But Hayden has already made up his mind, hand reaching behind his back to retrieve the gun tucked in his belt.

He brings it forward, cocks it, and aims it right at Tobias's temple.

He steps back after he takes the shot, head quickly turning to the side as the blood splatters across the wall, the dark, ruby stain dripping down the brick.

He glances back just in time to see Tobias's lifeless body sliding down onto the floor, collapsing at Hayden's feet.

Hayden can't even be bothered to react, simply bending down to slip his fingers inside Tobias's coat pocket, finding the delicate item hidden deep in the fabric before pulling it out.

Once he's got it in his possession, he returns his gun to his belt, places the item in his own suit pocket before dusting himself off and heading for the door.

The mess isn't his to clean up, so he leaves it be, quickly closing the door behind him as he runs a hand through his curls.

He can hear the cheering from somewhere outside the building, and a smile pulls at his lips as he begins to walk down the hallway and towards the stairs.

Once he's back on the main floor, he heads for the lobby, where Paris is already waiting for him.

A couple security guards are placed near the door to the hotel lobby, ready to lead them out to their car, and Hayden nods his greeting, which they return.

He moves to stand beside her, her eager eyes finding his as she reaches up to brush her thumb down his bottom lip. "Well?" she whispers. "Did you get it?"

He smirks into her touch, nodding once before glancing towards the guards to make sure they aren't within earshot. "I got it."

A smile bursts across her face as she lowers her hand to slip it into his, pulling him towards the door.

They step out onto the sidewalk, the flashing lights, screaming crowds, and eager fans all vying for their attention.

They pause for a moment, smiling graciously, laughing and waving, before they're rushed to their black SUV that waits for them in the street.

Once they're inside and the door is shut, they take off down the road.

Leaving Tobias and his secret behind.

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN AND PARIS MONROE... AMERICA'S SWEETHEARTS?

OR JUST ANOTHER HOLLYWOOD SCAM?

5/08/2014 5:15 PM EST

Hayden Christensen and Paris Monroe were spotted in New York last night, following their appearance at the annual Met Gala Ball hosted by Anna Wintour.

The couple has been officially dating for over two years, with sources telling TMZ that their relationship is better and stronger than ever despite recent rumors of a break-up.

The two were first introduced by a mutual friend and quickly hit it off, making headlines as they stepped onto the red carpet together a couple weeks later.

Hayden is currently in New York to help promote his new movie, Eyes Wide Shut, with eager girlfriend Paris by his side for each screening and carpet.

Paris is in the midst of a new campaign with Louis Vuitton which begins shooting today at The Plaza.

TMZ has reached out for comment on the rumors that there's trouble in paradise, but has yet to hear back.

(Photos courtesy of Vogue magazine)

~ Sex, Drugs. Etc. | 1. Pines of Rome*

Full Masterlist

#hayden christensen #Hayden #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fanfiction #rihanna

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skywitchmaja · 1 year

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ULTIMATE!! TEEN WOLF!! SHIP!! TIER LIST!!*

*plagiarized with love from @manicpixiedreamkiller <3

teen wolf ship tier list

s tier: any pack polycule but particularly scilydalia (scott stiles lydia malia this one’s fun because they’re all besties and a little bit in love with each other <3) and scisaallistydia (scott isaac allison stiles lydia. this one’s fun because its like *scott voice* “this is my boyfriend isaac who’s gay for me but straight for my girlfriend allison, who’s straight for me but gay for her girlfriend lydia, who is gay but has a weird codependent thing with stiles, who is my other boyfriend and he loves me but he hates isaac so much. it’s not that complicated.”), sciles <3.

a tier: malialydira (malia lydia kira. cute & fun), scisaallison (scott isaac allison. genuine throuple-bait), scilira (scott stiles kira. they’re cute, i think this would be a scott centric throuple but it could work), allydia, malydia, malira, kalira (you get it), chriserek (chris/derek. SHOULD have been the otp of the adult cast)

b tier: liam/hayden (they’re like troy and gabriella with more drama, what’s not to love?), mason/corey (ride or die <3), jackson/ethan (glad being gay was the chill pill jackson needed), ethan/danny (sweet), jackson/danny (onesided. it’s cannon to me), stiles/danny (onesided. it’s cannon to me), thiam (i can’t say i don’t see it), stydia (i love both of them with my whole heart i love all their scenes together, i think they would be an absolute nightmare of a couple and that would be fun, but i do think lydia should be a lesbian), scilydia (scott/stiles/lydia. i think the three of them would balance each other out where the individual pairings might struggle. but i still think lydia should be a lesbian), scilydison (scott/stiles/lydia/allison. similar vibe to scilydalia but sorry i like malia more than allison sorry i’m so sorry), scalia (somehow they read more jock4jock than scott/kira, who were actually on the lacrosse team together, and i love it. but i do think malia should a lesbian tbh), jackson/lydia (as @manicpixiedreamkiller said: “lavender high school power couple”), scilydiallackson (scott/stiles/lydia/allison/jackson. the most high school soap opera group of kids. cause so many problems with such intricate rituals. go team!), scillison (scott/stiles/allison. similar vibe to stilira), scydia (i love their arc from “only manifests to cause problems which are immediately resolved” to “aw their so sweet, look at them teaming up to save their shared love interest (stiles. stiles. allison. stiles again. am i missing any? i’m sure i am.)), stydalia (stiles/lydia/malia. would be fun but without scott, i think they would be wanted in three states after 30 minutes of hanging out), scallison (sure, they’re sweet), scileo (scott/stiles/theo. good antagonistic dynamic but stressed me the fuck out.), scisaacles (scott/isaac/stiles. love the mess love the chaos love stiles and stiles lite tm vying for scott’s love but where is allison?)

c tier: stiles/isaac (antagonistic. fun & messy & i think if they were trapped in a room together they would melt windows with the sheer power of their mutual loathing, but i think they should both do better), stiles/theo (basically the same as previous but i like theo much much much less than isaac), chris/melissa (why did this happen?), sheriff stilinski/lydia’s mom (why did this happen?), melissa/chris (why did this happen?), stalia (never meant anything to me as a couple, but they had some fun scenes & some murder couple potential), lydia/aidan (boring), melissa/rafael (they are divorced for a reason, duh), sheriff stilinski/stiles’ ghost mom (scary!!)

? tier (on screen for all of 5 seconds but fun while they lasted): ericallison (homoerotic worsties <3), scott/boyd (would be sweet, like aww they’re both so sweet <3), cora/stiles (basically stalia but i like it more for reasons i can’t define), erica/boyd/cora (or any combo of the three i’m not writing them all out. i mean, they seem to care for each other at least as friends), scott/jackson (intricate rituals, fun while it lasted), stiles/jackson (so much potential for chaos and problems), jacksallison (there to cause problems for two episodes and that is IT!), isaac/erica/boyd (sure, why not?), derek/evil-sexy-english-teacher (it was funny), derek/brayden (the actress has a young looking face so i was thrown off at first, but i too have a young looking face so i can’t hold that against them. fun while they lasted.), peter/deucalion (i just think it would be fun <3), kali/evil-sexy-english-teacher (horrible toxic dyke drama!!! 16 dead!!!)

f tier: derek/kate, sterek, parish/lydia, any adult with any teenager ffs

#and there you have it!!! my beloved teen wolf mutuals— lmk your thoughts and if i missed anything important xoxo <333 #not putting this under a read more partially bc i only sometimes can do it from mobile without breaking things and partially bc i’m evil 😈#teen wolf #teen wolf lb

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fujihime-rc · 2 years

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ROMANCE CLUB AND CHOICES

Currently Playing on Romance Club

Arcanum - On-going (Waiting)

Heart of Trespia - On-going (Waiting)

Kali: Call of Darkness - On-going (Waiting)

Vying for Versailles - On-Going (Waiting)

Dracula: A Love Story - On-Going (Waiting)

The Flower from Tiamat's Fire - On-Going (Waiting)

Path of the Valkyrie - On-Going (Waiting)

Theodora - On-Going (Waiting)

Sins of London - On-Going (Waiting)

The One - On-Going (Waiting)

Hell and High Water - On-Going (Waiting)

Desert Rose - On-Going (Waiting)

Completed Books on Romance Club

Rage of The Titans (Adrian Route ; Divinity Path) ✅

Legend Of The Willow (Kazu Route ; Fire Fox) ✅

Heaven's Secret (Malbonte Route ; Angel Path) ✅

Seduced By The Rhythm (Brandon ; Passion Path) ✅

Chasing You (Alexander Route ; Logic Path) ✅

Sails In The Fog (Sebastian Route ; Diplomacy & White Magic Path) ✅

On Thin Ice (Hodge Route ; Light Path) ✅

Sophie's Ten Wishes (Benedict Route ; Wallflower Path) ✅

Wave Patrol (Jake Route ; Daring Path) ✅

Shadows of Saintfour (Michael Route ; Caution ; Starve Inner Demon Path) ✅

Moonborn (Max and Victor Route)✅

Currently Playing on Choices

Slow Burn - Currently at Chapter 4

Law of Attractions Book 2 - Currently at Chapter 1

Murder at Homecoming - Currently at Chapter 2

The Phantom Agent - Currently at Chapter 1

Surrender

Completed Books on Choices

Across The Void (Sol Route ; Peace Path)

America's Most Eligible (Adam Route)

A Very Scandalous Proposal

Bachelorette Party (Reed Route)

Big Sky Country (Sawyer Route)

Blade of Light and Shadow (Tyril Route)

Blood Bound (Adrian Route)

Crimes of Passion (Thyrstan Route)

The Crown and The Flame (Raydan Route)

A Courtesan of Rome (Marc Anthony Route)

The Cursed Heart

Desire and Decorum (Ernest & Prince Hamid Routes)

Distant Shores (Edward Route)

The Elementalists (Beckett Route)

Endless Summer (Forgot who I ended here, Needs a Replay)

Foreign Affairs (Tatum Route)

The Freshman Series (Chris Route)

The Haunting of Braidwood Manor

The Heist : Monaco (Forgot who I ended here, Needs a Replay)

Hero (Forgot who I ended here, Needs a Replay)

High School Story (Michael Route)

High School Story : Class Act (Rory Route)

Home for the Holidays (Nick Route)

Hot Couture (Marco Route)

Immortal Desires (Cas Route)

Law Of Attraction (Book 1 - Gab Route)

It Lives Book 1(Lucas Route) Book 2(Tom Route)

Love Hacks (Ben Route)

Most Wanted (Forgot who I ended here, Needs a Replay)

Mother of the Year (Thomas Route)

Ms. Match

My Two First Loves (Noah(Bad Boy) Route)

The Nanny Affair (Book 1)(Book 2)(Book 3)

NightBound (Cal Route)

Open Heart (Bryce Route)

Passport to Romance (Ahmed Route)

Perfect Match (Hayden Route)

Platinum (Raleigh Route)

The Princess Swap

Queen B (Ian Route)

Red Carpet Diairies (Matt & Thomas Routes)

Ride or Die (Logan Route)

The Royal Masquerade (King Regent Hunter route)

The Royal Romance (Prince Liam Route)

Rules of Engagement (William Route)

Save The Date (Justin Route)

Shipwrecked

Sunkissed (Nate Route)

The Unexpected Heiress (John Route)

Untameable

Veil of Secrets (Forgot who I ended here, Needs a Replay)

Wake The Dead (Eli Route)

Wishful Thinking (Jaime Route)

With Every Heartbeat

Witness: A Bodyguard Romance

Wolf Bride (Bastien Route)

#romance club #rc #choices #choices game

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hiitsdifferent · 2 years

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Obi-Wan series was practically perfect. Ewan, Hayden, Vivien, Kumail, Indira, Moses, Rupert were amazing. (Ewan, in particular, who inhabited more of Alec Guinness should get Emmy nod or Golden Globe - something???) The direction by Deborah Chow was completely smooth - every episode's cinematography, lighting, and production design felt like it was a movie. The pacing of the story gave an arc to all, if not, most of the characters without leaving cliffhangers - Leia becoming part of the Resistance, showing how Anakin was killed off to become Darth, letting Obi-Wan find his way back to the Force, Reeva getting a brief redemption arc. We even saw you know who at the end and it didn't feel forced!!!!!

I wish Moses and Rupert had more screen time, and we saw more of them vying for Vader's attention. I still want to know how TGI came back to life. The series could've done with being an episode longer, but all six of the ones we got felt worth it.

As a Star Wars Kid, I'm extremely happy and actually hope this doesn't get a second season out of fear that it could just be overdone and not as good.

#obi wan series #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi spoilers #obkspoilers #obi-wan kenobi #tv show spoilers #obi-wan spoilers

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cadencejames87 · 2 years

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Just thinking thot's about rarely used characters in an a/b/o meets sex pollen kinda way...

The stare off between these two 😍🥵

Warnings: 18+ smut, a/b/o dynamics, sex pollen, knotting, marking... all below the cut.

You're an Omega in college, caught in a love triangle between these two Alpha's (Harvard Hottie Hayden & Carter Baizen).

There's a secret frat party and the three of you are taking part in a scavenger hunt to find the location, the last task is different for every group and your group has been tasked to steal professor Beck's prized possession (a plant from his botanist friend) as your entry ticket.

The problem is, this was a plant discovered on a space mission...

[Do you think, Professor Beck would be disappointed? Or even know what the plant was?]

Beck walks in, having been alerted by a silent alarm connected to his phone. Someone has trust issues... He finds the three of you as you're all getting dressed and quickly separates you to deal with each of you individually and when he finally comes to lecture you he finds you kneeling down to clean up a stack of papers. He can't stay angry with you, seeing you in that cute low cut top and short skirt, cleaning up the mess the young Alpha's left behind. It was probably Carter and Hayden who roped you into this dumb frat challenge anyway.

Of course, when Beck finally moves to help collect the plant and the broken glass bell jar, the spores release more pollen and the effects on you are quick, having already experienced it and possibly having left over pollen lingering in your system. At first, Beck's Alpha nose picks up on the slick coating your thighs... 'Are you in heat, Omega?' "No, I think it's your plant." And that's when it hits him too and he has to have you. And wow, he definitely knows what he's doing compared to the two Alpha's vying for your attention and don't get me started on how he fills you up so much more, you can feel him hitting all the right spots. You've never been one to offer your neck to anyone, but you can't help it, you want his mark and as his knot swells inside you, he bites down.

How are Carter and Hayden going to handle the news that 'their' omega is now Professor Beck's omega?

*Feel free to take this and run with it, I don't write fics and wish I could have written a nice Drabble with plenty of detail, but, I can't. Hope you enjoy whatever this is...*

#a/b/o fic #a/b/o verse #a/b/o smut #carter baizen #harvard hottie #chris evans #sebastian stan #chris beck #sebastian stan x reader

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izayoichan · 5 months

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Christmas on skates. 🎶 (part 1) Poses by @simmireen

#simblr #the ward legacy #ts4 alpha #ts4 #ts4 screenshots #the sims 4 #the sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 #sims4 screenshots #Hayden Ward #Yvreon Ward #anyone who knows these two #knows that Vy is very good at skating #this does not mean one can not pretend #just to spend some extra time in your loved ones arms #I think Hayden just enjoys it #every single time

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probablyjustamagpie · 4 years

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Chapter 1 is done!

or the first draft at least. Lemme know what you think before I inevitably delete this in embarrassment

I remember flying for the first time. I felt invincible, free from earthly constraints. And then I got a face full of sap-ridden pine needles.

Nine years later, and my luck doesn’t seem to be getting any better. Today had started off high, when I managed to snag the last cinnamon roll from under my sister’s nose (she’d already had three, the brat)(come to think of it, how did she even fit that many in her stomach? She’s tiny!), and I spent the afternoon soaring over the garden, feeling much more like myself than like a girl trapped in a castle. Father had even offered to take me into town for a new dress rather than fetching for the tailor.

Then dinner came around. Que me, a magic user, at a table of nobles who would have me sacrificed to the gods in two seconds flat giving the opportunity. All of these social events left me feeling stickier than if I was covered in pine sap. It wasn't as though I could slink away later either, not when the gathered lords and ladies all wanted to marry their sons off to the Imperial Princess. Maybe I didn't even want to marry a man (I do, but that's beside the point here). The aftermath is worse though, with all the dimwitted nobles vying for attention

“My Lady! I haven’t seen you since your brother’s wedding!” An older woman exclaims. Her ridiculously tall beehive updo sparks the slightest recognition, as do her tawny wings, but I’m left at a blank for her name. I spent most of Brenton’s wedding trying not to interact with all the stuffy nobles who I didn’t recognize. The seven-year-olds Mirin hangs out with at these events are much more fun, even if I am practically 16.

“Oh, yes. Well I don't get out much, after all. Plenty to do here. At the palace, with my studies and all.”

“Ah, yes. I remember my studies when I was your age. Though, I don’t really use them much now. Your husband takes care of everything darling, so don’t fret!” Oh. I remember this one. Countess Ryelle. Lower down the chain of command, brainwashed into a useless sack of jewels and satin by her husband. She used to be one of the brightest people in the empire. I used to admire her, till I met her.

“Is that so?” I try not to sound sarcastic. “Oh, would you look at that, my father is calling me over. I’ll be seeing you.” never, I add under my breath.

My father pulls me aside. I’m not mean enough to lie, unfortunately. “Aria, the Prince of Mordu is here. I wish you would dance with him.”

“Must I?”

“At least pretend to enjoy these events, he may be your suitor.”

“Fine.” It comes out bitter and angry, much more than I truly feel. Dancing is fun, despite who attends these events. Still, my steps are forced and awkward as I approach the prince.

His hair is close shaven, and he looks at least 5 years my elder. Not to mention that he isn't Symphinian, and though humans aren’t bad, they always want to touch my wings. Nevertheless, I smile, trying to look like I’m genuinely afraid he might say no to a dance.

“Hello,” he says, curt, but not unkind. His voice has an unfamiliar twang to it. “Have you come to ask for a dance?”

“Yes. I am Princess Aria.” I nearly fall over when I curtsy without spreading my wings, trying to make the human prince more comfortable (I think it's ridiculous, but Father insists), and he grabs my arm. His grip is firmer than necessary, and I try not to shudder.

“Try not to fall at my heels, Princess. I’m afraid it happens all too often.”

“Is that so?” I ask, brushing off my dress. I hate it when

“Why yes. Who wouldn’t want to dance with I, Prince Hayden of Mordu?”

“I’m sure my brother wouldn’t.”

He seems genuinely taken aback at my statement, before he laughs.

“You surprise me. I wouldn’t mind taking you as mine.”

I suppress another shudder at the thought of being considered his property. I extend my arm and flatten my feathers, pretending the whole interaction hasn’t made me feel very, very slimy. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

I suppose dancing with Hayden isn't the worst thing. He seems unsure of the steps but insists on leading which is, frankly, obnoxious, but he at least doesn’t reach to stroke my wings at all. The Reolan prince I had danced with earlier had desperately wanted to touch them (Like I would let a stranger touch my wings. He clearly hadn’t read up on the Symphinian etiquette, even though Reola has the second highest population of us in the world).

I still walk away from the dance feeling sticky with his intentions. No matter the customs the royal courts of the world had seemingly agreed upon, 16 still felt like too young to be married off.

When the night began to draw to a close, I spotted Finnigan stationed at one of the exits. Tap his shoulder from behind, and whisper in his ear.

“I’ll see you on the roof later, ok?” before ducking back into the ballroom.

I don’t have time to see his reaction before my father calls attention to himself.

“Lords and Ladies gathered here, I must apologize. Princess Aria has accepted a proposal, Prince Pascal of Suther!”

My heart drops. The prince in question was the worst of the lot I’d danced with. He’d touched my wings despite my protest, and would hardly let me speak. He was sandy haired, weak limbed, and generally an entitled weasel. Had I chosen (as my father had said I would be able to do, on my birthday)(he never really did care for me did he? To much like his wildfire late wife, who he snuffed out) it never would have been Pascal, not in a million years. And the cherry on top, the part that really got a fire stirring in my veins, was that Suther was the worst kingdom in Aoris.

See, Suther was where the Cruel King lived, as Finnigan and I called him. He had no restraints or hesitations when it came to magic. The moment I got married I would be signing my death sentence, doomed to be sacrificed publicly or to quietly ‘disappear’. Like my mother had. As my father had sworn, per her last wish, would not happen to me. But apparently, dying vows mean nothing to a man like him.

I’ve lived years like this. Expecting the worst. But the feeling of betrayal is incomprehensible. You think your mind can come up with the worst things imaginable, with no limits of reason, and real life turns out to be worse. I take a deep breath. In, and out, in and out. Don’t explode. “They will be married in a month's time.”

My…. birthday. I will be married on my 16th birthday won’t I? That's when my life is going to fall apart. Pyla, it's already falling apart(who the hell am I, praying to Pyla? I’ll probably be sacrificed to her specifically).

“I wish all of you safe travels home.”

The nobles trickle out, until Pascal and his mother are the last two in the ballroom, besides Father and Mirin. The adults talk off to the side, as the prince approaches me

“Hello.” Pascal says, like we haven’t met.

“Hello.” It's tight and forced as a hold back my tears.

“You look sad, darling,” he strokes my wing and I draw the tight to my spine, instinctively moving back a bit. Mirin grips my hand, holding tight.

“Hey! Don’t touch my sister’s wings.”

“What did you say?”

“Don’t touch her wings. You can’t do that until you get married, or unless you are family. Or like, really, really close friends.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you tell me, darling?”

“I did. You didn't listen.” I practically whisper.

“Well it doesn’t matter any how. In a month's time I can touch them all I want, isn't that right my little blackbird?”

“Jackdaw, actually.”

“What?”

“I have the wings of a jackdaw.”

“Does it matter?”

“Female blackbirds are brown, like Mirin’s wings. Mine are those of a jackdaw, jackass. Like my mother’s.”

Mirin ignores the swear. She’s heard worse from Father. But she squeezes twice. I need to calm the fire in my gut. Literally. Two squeezes means I’m getting hot.

“Mirin, why don’t I take you off to bed?”

“Ok, Ari.”

I swing her into my arms, and head to the door when Father stops me.

“Aria, you have a guest, where are you going?”

“It's getting very late. Someone needs to go to bed.” I tell him. Mirin yawns for added effect.

“Oh, a maid can do that. Come and talk with your fiance.”

“I don’t care.” I think Father sees the fire in my eyes, because he lets me go.

I bring Mirin to her room, and give her a good night hug.

“Is he a bad man, like the ones that took Mama?”

“I don’t know yet Miri. I don’t know.” I let the tears fall.

“Mama was brave, you said. You can be brave too.” I can be brave too. A plan begins to form in my head.

“And you as well, but it's practically midnight, so off to bed with you now.”

“Fine. Love you Ari!”

“Love you Mirin.”

Though I started crying with Mirin, it's not until I've locked the doors to my room that the downpour starts. I let myself sob so there is nothing left in me, lettting the hurt and betrayal spill out. The fallen tears begin to drown my fire, and I’m left feeling like a husk, empty and dry.

I wipe the final tear from my eye, and take a ragged breath. With no tears left the fire returns to my veins, for after all, a dry husk is a very flammable thing. The ornate clock on my wall reads 12:27. I shakily stand, and walk to the balcony. I shake out my wings and breathe. In and out. In and out. I wake more as the cool night air enters my lungs and dries the remnants of tears from my skin.

I get a slight running start and soar up onto the roof. As expected, Finnigan is waiting for me. I ran to him. He swoops me up in a hug, blotting out the stars and moons with his wings.

“Aria, are you ok?”

“Not in the slightest.”

I disentangle myself from Finnigan, and sit down. He follows suit. Mirin and I, as well as my brother when he’s home, live in the westernmost tower of the castle, and the roof is inaccessible without flight. It’s flat, and the ramparts protect us from being seen for the most part. Not that anyone is looking.

We’ve spent so many nights here together, ever since we could both fly. To think that was eight years ago seems wrong, we were the same age as Mirin then. If we aren’t careful she might just end up joining us up here.

But that won’t happen. Not with what I have planned.

“Do you want to stay here?”

“What do you mean?” Finnigan asks, surprised.

“Do you want to stay here? Do you really want to be my bodyguard for the rest of our lives? To stay in the castle and never explore? To pretend not to have magic for the rest of time?”

“Well, not when you put it that way.”

“Does it ache? For you. It aches when I can't use it.”

“Yeah.”

I let my hands catch flame, the way my body has been begging me to do all night.

“I’m getting married, Finn.”

“I thought-”

“Yeah. I thought too.”

“So?”

“Pascal. I’ll be married to the Cruel King’s son.” I stand, and let the fire go as I lean against the rampart. “I’m going to die, Finn.”

“What? Your father swore. He swore this would never happen.”

“He probably got a large dowry. He doesn't care. We knew that.” I look out to the west, away from this all. You can see the faint glow, for in the distance, of the burning forest.

“What are you going to do?”

“Me? Oh nothing… much.”

“Do tell.”

“What do you say we run away?”

#legends of aoris #my writing #chapter one #writing #fantasy #i hope this isnt terrible #please though #let me know what you think

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eddycurrents · 6 years

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For the week of 14 May 2018

Quick Bits:

A Walk Through Hell #1 is largely atmosphere and introduction, as we’re dropped into the lives of a couple of FBI agents, a strange mass shooting at a mall, and the subsequent disappearance of two of their colleagues in a warehouse. Garth Ennis giving us some straight up horror again is very welcome and the tease of what occurs with an entire SWAT unit is enticing for what’s to come. Also, the art from Goran Sudžuka and Ive Svorcina is perfect.

| Published by AfterShock

All-New Wolverine #35 brings the series to an end. Over the thirty-five issues, plus an annual and a Generations special, Tom Taylor has delivered one of the most consistently excellent series from Marvel in recent years. The stories have been entertaining, the characters interesting, and contained a nice mix of action, humour, and a real sense of family between Laura, Gabby, and the real wolverine, Jonathan. It’s sad to see it end. But at least it goes out on a high note. This final chapter of “Old Woman Laura”, with wonderful art from Ramon Rosanas and Nolan Woodard, has encapsulated a large part of the fun of this series.

| Published by Marvel

Avengers #2 continues the over the top bombast and destruction of the first issue, actually raising it a bit higher as Ed McGuinness, Mark Morales, Jay Leisten, and David Curiel break out even more action. There is a bit of confusion in regards to Jennifer Walters’ current state, apparently she’s a dumb Hulk again, is built like her angry grey version, but green. It’s like she’s regressed, but there’s no explanation here. Other than that, Jason Aaron progresses the arrival of the Final Host nicely, with an interesting narration from one of the reasons why the Avengers originally came together in the first place.

| Published by Marvel

Avengers: Back to Basics #6 concludes this digital original series. It’s been fun. Peter David’s story has been highly entertaining, with two-issue sub-stories fitting into one over-arcing story involving Ms. Marvel. These past two issues dealing with that mostly head on as Kamala’s dealt with Kang. Also, the art has been great. The first two issues and these last two issues have had the art chores handles by Brian Level and Jordan Boyd, with some very nice page layouts and interesting decisions for panel composition.

| Published by Marvel

Ben Reilly: The Scarlet Spider #18 has some really nice art from André Lima Araújo. I love his style, basically a mix between someone like Martín Morazzo and Katsuhiro Otomo.

| Published by Marvel

Bloodshot Salvation #9 has Ray Fawkes join in on the writing duties for an excellent standalone story detailing the origin of Bloodhound deep in the trench warfare of World War I. Along with Renato Guedes wonderful art, this is a good story even if you’re not regularly a reader.

| Published by Valiant

Cable #157 continues to play with Cable’s history, past and future, as Nate Grey and a group of alterNates from various timelines are brought together at the end of time to face Metus. It’s interesting how Lonnie Nadler and Zac Thompson are mining Cable’s continuity, while still building new encounters and characters to fill in some of the holes.

| Published by Marvel

Cold War #4 peels back the curtain just a little bit, to give more hints as to what’s going on truly with the war and its pieces. We get some more insight into LQ, as well as mainly following Sath and Tikk this issue, bringing about some interesting control issues for Vinh. Christopher Sebela and Hayden Sherman have some interesting characters here and the overall future plot just more interesting.

| Published by AfterShock

Crude #1 jumps headfirst into the seedy, unsavoury, and harsh life of working in Blackstone. Interesting to see the rival “gangs” vying for control over the land and the people, as well as giving an insight into what it might have been like for Kiril here before his death. Gerry Brown’s artwork is perfect for this, dark, gritty, and feeling like the characters have walked for ages through mud and worse.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Daredevil #602 gives a good argument for why Mike Henderson is one of the best artists at Marvel right now. He’s great with action and talking pieces, making the various moments of horror, heroism, and humour in Charles Soule’s script shine.

| Published by Marvel

The Dead Hand #2...hoo boy, damn this is a good comic. Kyle Higgins, Stephen Mooney, and Jordie Bellaire are producing a taut thriller and mystery, tapping into Cold War era paranoia and espionage epics and creating something amazing here. The characters are great, fitting perfectly into the spy mould, but the revelations each issue as to what’s going on raise the stakes and storytelling to a higher bar. Also, the art is incredible. This is some great stuff.

| Published by Image

Death of Love #4 gives us a pretty epic confrontation between Philo & Friends and the army of Cupidae. There’s some humour as they work out who the players were in the first issue and set up for the final conclusion next issue. The art from Donal DeLay and Omar Estévez really shines this issue.

| Published by Image

Dry County #3 comes up with some interesting avenues for investigation as Lou continues to try to find out what happened to Janet. Rich Tommaso is mining the trappings of Miami Noir so perfectly, but what I absolutely love is how he’s incorporated even the comic strip into the narrative. It’s not just work, it’s also another tool in Lou’s arsenal as an amateur detective. Brilliant storytelling.

| Published by Image

Ether: The Copper Golems #1 is a very welcome return to the world of Ether from Matt Kindt and David Rubín. I’ve said before that Rubín’s art deserves many accolades and the original Ether series was one of the many reasons why, but one of the first in the North American market. It’s just wonderful. A mix of whimsy and detail, with amazing character designs and interesting page layouts, I just love the art. It also helps that Kindt more than pulls his own weight, adding more interesting wrinkles to Boone Dias’ personal life on Earth that makes his departures into the fantasy realm deeper. Also, there’s something sad and somewhat sinister when someone introduces themselves as “Lost”.

| Published by Dark Horse

Flavor #1 is a fascinating creature. It reminds me a bit of the beginning of Joe Keatinge’s other fantasy series, Shutter, somewhat in tone, with beautiful bright art from Wook Jin Clark and Tamra Bonvillain, but also that there seems to be a lot more going on than just what we see at first. That undercurrent has me hooked, but the surface is also rather captivating. Xoo and her dog, Buster, are endearing and the world of fantastical culinary chefs is something different for comics (Moonstruck and Brave Chef Brianna notwithstanding).

| Published by Image

Gideon Falls #3 is another issue full of oblique messages and hints at something insidious as Jeff Lemire, Andrea Sorrentino, and Dave Stewart continue to play the long game when it comes to the horror that’s lurking in Gideon Falls. So far it’s all about atmosphere and building up the characters, with some interesting bits of how Norton’s paranoia and obsessive compulsiveness can bring out some dangerous behaviour, regardless of whether or not he’s actually right.

| Published by Image

Hunt for Wolverine: The Claws of the Killer #1 is the third limited series, this one following Lady Deathstrike, Sabretooth, and Daken. This one also makes me question some of the status quo of the characters, what with Sabretooth acting more villainous (although there has been a darker turn in Weapon X of late) and Daken’s characterization currently being all over the map between this, Iceman, and X-Men Blue, but taken at face value, this story from Mariko Tamaki is one of the ones that makes the most amount of sense, and looks like it’s going to have an interesting plot on top of just the hunt for Wolverine angle. The art from Butch Guice, Cam Smith, and Dan Brown is really nice. It’s a bit scratchier than I’ve come to expect from Guice, but it suits the darker subject matter.

| Published by Marvel

Infidel #3 keeps the hits coming as Leslie’s dead, Kris is hurt but stable, and Aisha is randomly unconscious. Pornsak Pichetshote plays up the racist angle outright here, with Aisha’s friends and neighbours addressing it outright, and it looks like the anger, hate, fear, and division are feeding whatever’s going on. Plus, a notebook full of Goetic sigils and other stuff. Aaron Campbell and José Villarrubia again nail the creepy atmosphere.

| Published by Image

Infinity 8 #3 marks the end of the first part of this series and the first recursion loop. Dominique Bertail’s art is stunning, the designs for the different Kornaliens and all of the dead creatures throughout the necropolis are amazing. It’s also interesting in Lewis Trondheim and Zep’s story how the mystery is going to progress as time resets and the crew tries to learn what’s going on.

| Published by Lion Forge / Magnetic Collection

Infinity Countdown: Daredevil #1 is a one-shot detailing how the mind stone came into Turk Barrett’s possession. It’s the kind of fluffy thing that would usually be a couple of panels or a throwaway line in the main series of a crossover, but it’s not bad on its own. I kind of get the impression that all of Infinity Countdown will be better read as a whole, even if the event is just a primer for the forthcoming Infinity Wars. At the moments, it’s just a lot of little disparate pieces. Nice art, though.

| Published by Marvel

James Bond: The Body #5 is another great issue, working as both its own discrete story, with great art from Hayden Sherman and Valentina Pinto, and as part of the broader whole story that Aleš Kot has been serving up in this series. The approach of analyzing Bond from within, piece by piece, has been highly entertaining.

| Published by Dynamite

Kick-Ass #4 is a fairly explosive instalment of the series, with Patience essentially running into a brick wall and finally beginning to assess the ramifications of some of her actions. Still not the moral implications, but certainly the toll that her life of crime would have on her family.

| Published by Image

Lucy Dreaming #3 continues to be a fun read, as we find out a bit more about the world than Lucy dreams herself into and the science project that allows her and her friend Welsey access it. All while delivering a humorous take on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Max Bemis and Michael Dialynas are delivering something very imaginative with this series.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

The Mighty Thor: At the Gates of Valhalla #1 is a one shot that acts as a bridge between the latest volume with Jane Foster and the upcoming new series starring the original Thor Odinson. It features two somewhat connected stories by Jason Aaron, the first with art by Jen Bartel spotlighting the Goddesses of Thunder, Thor’s granddaughters from the future who were introduced early on in Aaron’s run, and a second illustrated by Ramón Pérez following Malekith’s plans for the War of the Realms, both nimbly coloured by Matthew Wilson.

| Published by Marvel

Ninja-K #7 puts together a kind of Unity 2.0 in order to put down the Coalition in Mexico. I love that Christos Gage is playing with the wider Valiant universe for this arc. Often times the stories from Valiant stand on their own save for crossover periods these day, and, while that’s certainly a strength, it’s nice to see that shared universe utilized in entertaining ways. Especially when it means more Doctor Mirage and Punk Mambo. Also the art from Juan José Ryp and Jordie Bellaire is amazing.

| Published by Valiant

The Punisher #224 brings Frank back stateside for the beginning of one hell of a reckoning in the wake of him donning the War Machine armour and the ramifications from Secret Empire. It does seem a bit hypocritical coming from the hands of Captain Marvel, though. There still really hasn’t been any concrete fallout on her own actions from Civil War II, which is somewhat disappointing. Still, Matthew Rosenberg gives us a good story here as Frank cuts an even more brutal swath through Marvel’s rogues gallery.

| Published by Marvel

Quicksilver: No Surrender #1 continues on from Quicksilver’s sacrifice run in the Avengers’ “No Surrender” arc with Pietro finding himself unstuck in time. Saladin Ahmed pens an intriguing script, but the real highlight here is Eric Nguyen and Rico Renzi’s art. Particularly Renzi’s colours. The stark contrast between Pietro, the colours of the energy demon thing(s), and the world devoid of colour is an impressive choice. It really makes the story come alive and hammers home the strangeness of the situation.

| Published by Marvel

Summit #5 begins the second arc with Federico Dallocchio taking over the art duties, while Amy Chu pens a story that more properly sets up Val’s current status quo and supporting cast at MIT. It’s an interesting approach, an astronaut celebrity professor superhero, and an decent set up.

| Published by Lion Forge / Catalyst Prime

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #82 has more excellent art from Dave Wachter and Ronda Pattison. The story also gets a bit more interesting as the various factions in New York begin to move on plans for something more, even as Baxter Stockman betrays what happened to the Triceratons. Kevin Eastman, Bobby Curnow, and Tom Waltz also expand upon the Rat King, Toad Baron, and their family of immortals in interesting ways.

| Published by IDW

TMNT Universe #22 concludes the two-part story from Paul Allor, Mark Torres, and Ronda Pattison that puts the Utroms and Triceratons on a hard road to peace. It’s a good set-up, despite a foundation on lies, that makes me interested to see what happens next in this tenuous situation. There’s also a nice character piece back-up from Ross May, Chris Johnson, and Mark Englert with Leatherhead and his interpretation of freedom.

| Published by IDW

Usagi Yojimbo: The Hidden #3 has Usagi and Inspector Ishida inch closer to the truth as they continue to hunt the murderers of the two unknown ronin.

| Published by Dark Horse

Weapon H #3 is still much, much better than I ever would have expected a book about a Wolverine/Hulk mash-up character would be. Greg Pak, Cory Smith, Morry Hollowell, and Rachelle Rosenberg are doing an impeccable job here, as the over-the-top action continues with Clay facing an squad of Broodlings under the control of Roxxon, while his wife continues to investigate his “death”. There’s a kind of old school sensibility about this series and it’s being utilized to great effect.

| Published by Marvel

X-Men: The Wedding Special #1 gives us a trio of tales in advance of the wedding of Kitty Pryde and Colossus, including a retrospective of Kitty’s history, and one each for the bachelor and bachelorette parties. The retrospective is about what you’d expect from Chris Claremont, wordy and with a penchant to highlight some bits of his time with the character. Honestly, it’s good to see, with some nice art from Todd Nauck and Rachelle Rosenberg.

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X-Men Red #4 gives us a revelation of part of Cassandra Nova’s plan, weaponizing hate through a new form of nanite sentinel. Mahmud Asrar and Rain Beredo outdo themselves with depicting an impressive confrontation with Storm.

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Other Highlights: The Archies #7, Assassinistas #5, The Ballad of Sang #3, Barrier #3, Captain America #702, Cinema Purgatorio #14, Curse Words #14, Encounter #3, Jimmy’s Bastards #8, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #27, Moonshine #10, The Originals: Essential Edition, Persephone, Riverdale #12, Ruin of Thieves #1, Star Trek: The Next Generation - Through the Mirror #3, Star Wars: Poe Dameron #27, The Wicked + The Divine #36, You Are Deadpool #3

Recommended Collections: The Ballad of Halo Jones - Colour Edition, Black Magick - Volume 2: Awakenings II, Black Science: Premiere Hardcover - Volume 1: Remastered Edition, Evolution - Volume 1, Hulk: Return to Planet Hulk, Infinite Loop - Volume 2, Mage - Volume 4: The Hero Defined - Book 2, Moon Knight - Volume 1: Crazy Runs in the Family, Paradiso - Volume 1: Essential Singularity, Rick & Morty - Volume 7, Star Wars: Poe Dameron - Volume 4: Legend Found, Summit - Volume 1, Turok - Volume 1, The Unsound

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mahvaladara · 8 months

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He asked, his eyes shone as he transferred energy to Arlo, who seemed to freeze. Vy used calming energy, one he often used on Hayden, to heal but also aid him rest when the pain was unbearable.

Arlo felt heavier. Eyes pleading he felt himself pass out and Vy quickly caught him. Fannar looked at their mom, as they caught Arlo, they had guessed it would be hard to come back, but they had not imagined it would be this hard. Fannar: He really is in a bad place.. Isn’t he? -they looked at their mom, scared they couldn’t help him.- He did all this to save me, and now I am suddenly back. - they watch Arlo, blinking back tears.- I hope I can make him see that he deserves to be saved as well...

Vy:… He’s broken, Fan. I don’t know if we can help him. They motioned for their mom to follow him, as they opened the door. The place was remarkably clean, but there was spoiled food on the table and two chairs pulled back. Someone sat there with Arlo, clearly waiting for him to eat. Only he did not. Yet, everything seemed out of the place, like someone had been looking for something. Fan made a mental note to clean the place while his mom and Chris were doing what they needed to do before they could share a heart.

Fannar: There - he quickly made the bed, so that Arlo could lie there comfortably. - You can put him down on the bed here.

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supersoldierfreak · 7 years

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Take It or Leave It

Hi!!!

This is something new I’m trying where the reader is a Lawyer for Tony Stark but after the Avengers get back together after the Accords Ross is still coming after them. Tony Stark wants the reader to get Ross off their backs but what happens when Ross decides to play a little dirty?

Chapter 1 – Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 – Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 – Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8

“What is this, Tony?” Steve looked from the sheets in his hand.

“It’s a resume.” Steve stared at the man. “Y/N L/N, she’s my go to lawyer. When I met her she had only just started at her firm. She had just finished a case and was handing it in to Hayden Hughes, the Managing Partner at the firm, when I was in his office. Instead of taking me to a senior partner to sign with, he told me to sign with the girl. I’ve never regretted it.”

Steve looked back at the paper. “So you trust her.” It wasn’t a question.

“Listen, Rogers, if there’s anyone you can get you out of your predicament, shall we say, it’s her. Her record runs on a strictly win-only basis.”

“She’s worth a shot, Steve. I may have only met her for twenty minutes once before when she was getting Tony to sign something but she’s a good kid. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone keep him in line as well as she did apart from Pepper.” Bruce looked up from his StarkPad to affirm Tony’s praise of the lawyer.

“Hey! I’m not that bad!”

Natasha spoke up from her quiet conversation with Clint. “You’re only proving his point, Stark. Besides, this L/N lady can’t be that bad; she’s from the best law firm in New York, Hughes and Wood, which means she came from Harvard, the best law university in the country. She’s used to working cases which have high stakes so she knows discretion is key.”

“What’s the worst that she can do? We’re already wanted fugitives.” Wanda quipped in her thick accent.

“Call her, Stark. Let’s see what she can do.”

“No need, Mr Rogers, Mr Stark already called.” You waltzed out the elevator bags scattering your body. “But more importantly, I brought the Chinese.”

“We’ve already eaten.” Steve turned to look at you front on.

You laughed. “Oh that would be a good joke if takeout menus weren’t scattered across the coffee table, members of your team weren’t holding the aforementioned menus, half the people didn’t perk up at the thought of food and I didn’t get all of your favourites.”

“How would you know our favourites? You have never met us.” Wanda queried. Her distrust for you was clear on her face and through her body language.

“Then how can I do this, Miss Maximoff?” You plopped most of the bags on the floor apart from the food. “Crispy Shredded Beef for Mr Stark, Chicken Chow Mein for Dr Banner, Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls for Captain Rogers, Szechuan Spare Ribs for Miss Romanoff, King Prawn Chop Suey for Mr Barton, Honey Pork for Mr Odinson, House Special Foo Yung for Miss Maximoff, Special Crispy Noodles for Mr Vision, Singapore Mixed Meat Chow Mein for King T’Challa, Stir Fried Mushrooms in Black Bean Sauce for Mr Lang, Shrimp Chow Mein for Colonel Rhodes, Beef Shanghai Style for Mr Wilson, Chicken Singapore Noodles for Mr Parker, and finally Crispy Chicken Fillet and Roast Duck Fried Rice for Sergeant Barnes.” You finished as you placed the final tub on the table.

“Oh that’s it. She’s my favourite lawyer.” Clint fist pumped the air dramatically.

You raised an expectant eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you miss the memo? I wasn’t done. I also got Prawn Crackers, Prawn Toast, Crispy Seaweed, Spring Rolls, Crispy Wontons, Salt and Pepper King Prawns, Honey Roast Spare Ribs, Yung Chow Fried Rice, Fried Dumplings, Deep Fried Crab Claws, Aromatic Crispy Duck and finally Fortune Cookies for a bit of fun.”

“I think I’m in love.” Scott whispered, staring at you.

Ignoring the blubbering man, you pulled out a gift bag from the collection around your feet. “Sorry I couldn’t make your birthday Mr Stark, you know I had court the next day and you can’t arrive in court under influence.”

“Sure thing, Bunny, no worries.” The man smirked as the nickname came out again. Apparently when you were working or thinking your nose scrunched up and Tony had made it his job to entitle you with a nickname because of it; he thought of Bunny to be a sufficient name. Either way, everybody was watching with rapt attention as Tony removed the black tissue paper from the top of the bag and pulled out the box inside. Tony’s face lit up at the sight, prompting the question.

“What did Lawyer Lady get ya, Tin Man?” Sam asked expectantly, like a petulant child.

Thankfully Vision saved him from his despair. “It appears to be a Glen Garioch 46 Year Old 1958 Whiskey, average pricing around $2,777.”

Low whistles ran throughout the men of the room.

“Vis! You don’t tell people the price of gifts!” Wanda gave an exclamatory hiss in said man’s direction causing him to frown in thought.

“Damn, L/N. That’s good whiskey.” Sam addressed you but his eyes were still on the bottle.

“If you play your cards right, Mr Wilson, you might get gifts like that too.”

He shot you a flirty smirk. “I’ll play you any cards you want if it gets you around here more often.”

“I’m surrounded by people like Mr Stark, and more, all day, Mr Wilson, you’re going to have to do better than that.” You pouted slightly at the man, fully enjoying the little exchange.

“I like her. I’ve been telling you for a long time, Birdbrain, you’ve got to up your game.” James permitted himself to join the conversation.

“Damn, and here I was thinking the only person you like was you boyfriend: The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan.”��

“Didn’t you get anything for yourself, Miss L/N?” Peter asked you as he leant forward to get his noodles.

“I got the Szechuan Spare Ribs. They’re the best thing on the menu.” You replied with a nod towards Natasha.

“Amen to that, sestra!” She raised her beer to you and it reminded you of the other bag.

You pulled out the beer that you had brought with you, alongside the Chinese. “Vy khotite drugogo?” You held out a bottle for her.

“Ty govorish’ po-russki?” She looked surprised as she took the bottle.

You nodded. “My parents were quite pushy and strict when I was younger. They made sure I knew as many languages as I could so I would be well prepared for life.” You took a can opener from your bag; you were starting to feel like Mary Poppins. Carefully popping the cap off your bottle, you offered the opener to Natasha and she gratefully accepted.

“It’ll be fun to have another Russian speaker in the mix.” James stirred his food quietly before taking a bite.

“The Three Musketeers.” Clint raised his bottle to us jokingly.

“Any other talents we should know about, Sweetcheeks?” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and you simply gave him an unimpressed look.

“Alongside Russian and English, I also speak French, German, Portuguese, Spanish, Latin, Italian, and Mandarin. Fluently. Mum made me do Ballet and Gymnastics whilst my Dad made me do martial arts whilst growing up. And I had to learn the piano at school.” You listed them off with an impressive air of nonchalance.

“You have the skill set to join the Avengers.” Scott announced dramatically whilst chewing on his mushrooms.

“And you clearly didn’t read the resume.” You quickly rebutted, taking a swig of your beer.

“What’s making you say that?”

“Honestly, Mr Lang, it’s obvious.” You shook your head to yourself. “The only people who have read my resume in this room is Mr Stark about 9 years ago; Miss Romanoff, Mr Barton and Sergeant Barnes all have read it because they wanted to assess my threat level to themselves individually and the team, hence why they have been carrying most of the conversation as they are trying to evaluate me; Mr Vision will have read my resume due to the fact that he has never seen or interacted with a lawyer before; and finally Captain Rogers will have read my resume as he doesn’t trust me in the slightest right now, his feet are angled ever so slightly towards me showing interest, he hasn’t spoken at all to me apart from a defensive lie at the beginning and now he’s contemplating on how to talk to Tony about me after I’m gone without causing conflict. Tell me I’m wrong.” No one said anything. You stood up from your seat and gathered your bags. “Mr Stark, I presume I’m in the usual room?”

Tony let out a tired sigh. “Yeah, Bunny. Please just call me Tony for the millionth time.”

“Of course, Tony.” The pair of you shared knowing smiles as you picked the bags up and disappeared down the hallway.

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