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messedupfan · 5 months

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Benefits of Car Troubles | 7

Summary: Y/n and Leigh go house hunting. The Shaws meet Y/n's father. And Leigh and Y/n decide to test run what it would be to live with each other

A/N: Heeeellloooo!! So, at this point I'm going to have to make a chapters page for this. UGGHH!! But anyway. Hope y'all enjoy. Also Imma do a poll for this story so be on the look out!

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“Here is the master bedroom,” the real estate agent says as he leads you and Leigh through the house. It is much bigger than either of your current rooms. Even with it fully furnished. “I noticed that you are expecting so let me show you the nursery room that we have set up.” He draws the attention over to a room a little ways down the hall to show off the staged nursery. It's meant for a little girl which you and Leigh are almost positive that it's what she's carrying but the room makes you want to have a little girl someday.

“This is so beautiful,” Leigh says with tears in her eyes as she imagines a smiling baby lying in the crib. She can see them having your eyes and her nose as they hold their little feet in the air and reach out to her with their tiny hands. She can't believe that image has the potential of being real. When Matt had told her his stance on children, she thought she would never get to experience her own children. She thought she was going to have to pretend to be a happy aunt when it happened for others. She hopes whoever he's with now doesn't want children. She hopes that he doesn't take that away from someone again. There are plenty of women that don't want to have kids, he told her in an argument once. Why are you making me out to be a villain? He'd asked when she posed the question why he waited until a year into their marriage to reveal this detail. I just want you! He had said when she told him that he could have been with anyone else.

“Leigh,” you call softly as you wrap your body around her from behind. She melts against your chest. “What’s on your mind?” You lean down and rest your chin on her shoulder.

“I’m just really grateful for you,” she says as she rubs your arms. You ask her why with a slight amusement, surprised about her sudden words of gratitude. “For making my dreams come true,” she admits as she leans back to catch your lips. The sweet kiss is interrupted by your phone going off to your ringtone for your father.

“I’m sorry baby, I have to answer this,” you say as you pull away. “He probably just wants to make sure that we’re going to be there for dinner.”

“Y/n, it’s okay to talk to your dad,” she says with a small laugh and you shake your head confused as to why you were so flustered about answering a phone call from your own father.

“Right,” you say as you answer the call. While you walk off to talk to him privately, Leigh continues to walk around the home, imagining the two of you making it your own. At the other houses that the two of you toured throughout the week, they didn’t feel right. They were lovely homes but they didn’t feel like her home. However, this one she can see it all happening here. You chasing the kids down the hall just for fun. Her baking cookies from scratch with them in the kitchen. Catching the baby in her belly trying to sneak out of the house when he’s older and grounded. Having family movie nights in the living room. Playing board games on the dining table. She can see it all.

“What do you think about the house?” The realtor startles her in the dining room and he apologizes.

“It’s okay, I’m just lost in my head. I love it, but I’m going to discuss it with my partner before I say anything else,” she says, being cautious of the agent's sales tactics. He nods once and starts to give the age old speech of how it’s a popular house and that there are many offers already placed on it and Leigh nods along pretending to be concerned. She has done her research on each property and this one has been on the market for five years and has gone down in prices in the last couple of years. Standing in it she can’t imagine why it hasn’t sold, there wasn’t anything wrong with it that she could see and to her knowledge no one was murdered in it.

You find Leigh when you’ve hung up and you listen to the real estate agent’s pitch as well. “I’ll keep that in mind and be in touch with you soon. But we have to go,” you take Leigh’s hand, “My dad wants us there a bit early for dinner. It was a pleasure to meet you and hopefully we’ll see you again soon.” You drop her off at her house to get ready so that you can grab something nice for yourself from your place. Then you return to her house to pick up Leigh and her family. Jules is coming along and you worry about what her behavior might be through the night as you warned your dad about her current condition. He swore to have all of his liquor locked up and you trust that he would but you worry that Jules might lose it without having a beverage or two.

Arriving at your dad’s house, everyone is impressed with the size of the home and you feel a little embarrassed. “This is where you grew up?” Jules rolls down her widow to stick her head out.

“No, I never live here. My dad got this a few years ago. The house I grew up in is closer to where I live now,” you explain as you find a spot in the large driveway to park. You look over at Leigh whose eyes are wide with fear. “You okay?” You ask as you take her hand in yours and begin to rub your thumb into her palm.

“He is going to think I did this for money,” Leigh states. You shake your head as you try to tell her that’s not true. “How much does he know?” She looks at you alarmed. You had told her that you told your dad a version of how the two of you got together to make her feel better about meeting him. But that wasn’t true.

You sigh as you admit, “I told him everything. Trust me, this isn’t going to go bad. He isn’t judgemental. He just wants to be included in this family.”

Leigh nods as she starts to calm herself down. “Okay,” she says, “Okay, let's go before I lose it.” She spins in her seat to face her mom and sister, “The both of you better be on your best behavior.”

Amy takes her daughter's hand and reassures her that everything is going to be okay. Leigh is nervous the entire walk to the door and you do your best to calm her but with the added hormonal imbalance that comes with pregnancy, it’s not an easy task. Your father greets everyone at the door with warm hugs as he invites them in. You compliment the house that you’ve only been to a handful of times since he purchased it.

He offers to do a tour as dinner is being prepared and as you’re about to reject the offer, Leigh accepts and stays close to your father. She doesn’t know how she is going to get this man to see her as someone that loves you for you but she is certainly going to try her best.

As your father shows everyone around the house he is certain to mention that it’s a house meant for family and that he hosts great holiday parties for all of the major holidays and that the Shaw family is welcome to join. “If you don’t mind my asking and please excuse my phrasing but do you have a father that you are in touch with?” Your dad asks Leigh who is continuously surprised by the man's politeness. As soon as she saw the house she was preparing herself for a narcissistic, judgmental, snob. But your father has so far presented himself as the exact opposite.

“Yeah, I do,” Leigh says, “He’s been a great support in this, I can’t believe I completely forgot to invite him to this.”

“It’s no worries, another time,” your father says with a smile. “He and whoever is important to him are welcomed here as well. My child isn’t always good at including people in their lives,” he leans close, “he gets that from his mother. But I am happy to extend the invitation.”

You try not to think about the comment about your mother too much. You haven’t seen her since you were twelve years old. But even before that it was still just you and your dad. You haven't opened up about your mom to Leigh yet. She gives you a look of concern and you shrug it off as the tour continues. After seeing every room and amenity in the home your father is informed that dinner is ready and he ends the tour in the extravagant dining room. This house could fit the one you viewed today about fifty times and there’d still be room. You never understood the need to have a house so big. Especially for one person.

“Oh my,” Leigh’s mouth waters at the meals displayed on the table.

“I know how bad pregnancy can be sometimes, Y/n’s mother could hardly enjoy anything when she was pregnant so I asked Y/n about all of your trigger foods and all of your cravings. I hope they’ve been paying attention because if you have to run out of here, I’m not above grounding them,” your father jokes to Leigh.

She is shaking her head with tears in her eyes, “No, it’s perfect.” Everyone sits down to enjoy the meal together. Your father shares stories about memories the two of you shared together and Amy does the same for Leigh. Jules keeps quiet because all she can think about is embarrassing moments and how bad she wants a drink. The night goes well and when it’s over, Leigh is being sent home with more leftovers than she knows what to do with. Your dad gets the Shaw girls to promise to visit and Amy offers to host him next weekend. He enthusiastically accepts the invitation.

On the way to the Shaw residence Amy and Leigh are asking about what meals your father likes and you assure them that you will handle the meal for them. “So why didn't you tell us that you were rich?” Jules asks.

You laugh, “Your sister thought it was a pick up line so I didn't correct her.” Leigh rolls her eyes and tells Jules that it's not true over her shoulder. “Nah, I'm kidding. It's really not my money. It's my dad's. I don't make or have nearly as much money as he does.” You explain. “But, I do well for myself. Leigh and the baby will be taken care of,” you hold Leigh's hand in yours and she leans over and kisses you on the cheek.

“What did you think about the house we saw today?” Leigh asks as she folds a shirt that she puts in a suitcase. She wants to trial run living together without her family around and without all of the comforts that she is used to.

“I loved it, I think we should put in an offer,” you say as you set your phone down to give her your full attention. “It was weird, I could really see us living there,” you admit. “And it's more bedrooms than we need right now so you know what that means,” you wink at her as you bite your lip.

Leigh shakes her head with a laugh, “Slow down. Let’s see how we are with one kid first.” You agree with her and continue to watch her pack her things. “I really liked it too by the way.” You hum in question of what she is talking about. “The house. I think we should put in an offer. Well, you should. I don’t think I can yet because Matt is dragging this divorce out.”

“Does he know about everything?” You ask slowly just in case the question upsets her.

“Yeah, unfortunately Estelle told him everything and so he has this lawyer trying to screw me over in the divorce,” she says with a frown.

“If you need a better lawyer, Teddy’s brother is a pretty great one,” you suggest.

“Teddy has a brother?” Leigh says surprised.

You nod, “She has two brothers and a sister, all of them are a lot older than her so she wasn’t close with them when she was younger.”

“Wow, I don’t know why but I didn’t picture her as someone with siblings,” Leigh says, still shocked by the information. “But no, I wouldn’t feel right asking for favors from a girl I’ve barely met.”

“Well she owes me and he owes me too so it wouldn’t be wrong for me to call in some favors. Besides, she’s kind of part of my family and correct me if I'm wrong but you and I are building a family together.” You wait to see if she will correct you but she doesn’t and you smile. “Come on, we can set up a lunch and I won’t ask until after you meet them,” you try to convince Leigh to let you help her.

“Okay, I would like to get to know Teddy better,” Leigh says, feeling a little bit jealous that you are confident in calling some other woman your family, whereas it's still a question with her. Sometimes she wishes you'd just be more direct in what you wanted from her instead of tiptoeing around the subject. Sometimes she wishes that you would stop asking her for permission for everything. Sometimes she fantasies that you storm in one day, grab her by the waist, and claim her as yours.

But no, you continue to play it safe. “Leigh,” you call her name, causing her to look in your direction. “Something on your mind?”

She puts on a fake smile and shakes her head, “No, I'm just um… I'm just a little nervous about spending the week with you. It's a big step for us.”

You shrug a little confused by the statement and stand from the bed, “I think we've taken bigger steps.” You walk around the furniture and stand behind her, wrapping your arms around her middle.

Leigh snorts, “We didn't take that step, we were pushed into it.”

You smile and kiss the back of her neck, “I think there was a little bit more involved in that.”

Shivers race down Leigh's spine as she leans into your chest. “Not here,” she whispers as her body heats up from your touch. You continue to kiss her neck and lightly trail your fingers down her stomach and slowly bunch up her dress in order to slip your fingers in her underwear. Unfortunately, a knock on Leigh’s bedroom door has you jumping away from her. You quickly sit on the bed and cover your lap with one of her decorative pillows. Leigh takes a few breaths to cool down as she opens the door. “Jules, is everything okay?” She asks full of concern for her sister with tears coming down her face. You feel even more awkward now, but a little relieved that the tears have scared away the evidence of arousal.

“Yeah,” she sniffs and wipes her face. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make everything about me but. Ugh, I don’t want you to have this baby,” her admission has you and Leigh looking at her with wide eyes. She is being a bit hysterical so you give her the benefit of the doubt. Plus the smell of alcohol is strong in her presence. Now neither of you has to wonder about a stash in her bedroom.

“Why’s that, Jules?” you ask with concern as you sit up more on the bed.

She shakes her head as she continues to cry. “No, I mean. I want you to have the baby. I just. I want to be sober when he or she or they get here. I don’t want to be like, like, like this!” She gestures to herself. You and Leigh are relieved to an extent. Jules wants help but you’re a little weary of the timing. You have offered her help many times before she came to your fathers home. Now she is ready for help?

“Hey, hey,” Leigh holds her sister in her arms. “It’s okay, Jules. There’s still time to get you help. We’ll talk to mom and-”

“No! I can’t put her through that again,” she says as she pulls out of Leigh’s arms. “She’s still paying off the last rehab. I can’t put her in more debt.” You sigh and rub your face.

“Okay, we can look into some places,” Leigh promises. “Make some phone calls maybe, we could help you apply for one of those programs that are for people that don’t have a lot of money to get better.”

Jules shakes her head, “No, I can’t go to one of those. That’s where my friend Mindy went. She met her heroin dealer there!”

You sigh and stand up from the bed and pull out your wallet. You don’t carry cash often, but one of your best customers gave you a pretty hefty tip in cash. “Okay, how much do you want, Jules?” you ask with a coldness that Leigh has never seen in you before. She doesn’t want help. She wants money. You’ve dealt with this behavior before. Leigh scowls at you for accusing her sister of only asking for money when she was clearly here for help. That’s until she sees Jules' eyes dry up almost instantly.

“Um, maybe a few hundred to a thousand. You know, for the down payment,” she says as she starts to scratch her wrist. You close your eyes, her habits have gone beyond alcohol. You clear your throat and pull the wad of cash out of your pocket and with a heavy heart, you start to count the cash.

Leigh can’t believe what she is seeing and she puts her hand over yours to stop you. “Jules, it’s okay. You don’t need to make the arrangements yourself. I will do it for you.” You feel bad for your girlfriend because you can see that she has hope that she can save her sister from herself. Part of you hopes that she can, so that she doesn’t have to deal with the heartbreak of finding out that she can’t.

Jules looks at her sister and then to the money in your hand. You don’t know what has gotten into Leigh's sister, and you want to help prevent her from getting worse but it was up to her. And if she needed money, you’d rather be the one to give it to her than to have her find other ways to earn the money. You follow Leigh’s lead and give her the chance to choose, the money or her sobriety. Leigh is desperately hoping her sister makes the right decision. Her hand grips yours tightly in anticipation.

“Jules, whatever you’re going to use this money on isn’t worth it,” you say, letting her know that she has been caught. She looks at you in shock, she thought her act was working. “We’re here for you, let us help you.” Jules locks her eyes on the money in your hands and licks her lips. The craving is so much stronger than she is. You can see her losing her battle.

“Jules,” Leigh says in a strong tone with tears filling her eyes. “If you take this money, I don’t think I could have you in my baby’s life.” She tries to bring out the sister that was promising Leigh months ago that if she kept the baby then she would help her every day and night with feedings and diaper changes and watching the baby whenever Leigh needed her to. When she was sober, she wanted it all. She can’t believe she doesn’t recognize the woman in front of her.

“Okay,” Jules says as she steps back. She clears her throat. “I’m um I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this. I just. I just, I need to get out of here.” She says as she starts to leave the room. Leigh starts shouting for her mom to come to her room and Amy arrives, concerned and a little annoyed.

“What is with all of the shouting?” She asks as she enters the room. You and Leigh waste no time in explaining to her mother the concerns the both of you have for her daughter. The both of you suggest staying at the house longer in order to help monitor Jules but Amy doesn’t agree to the idea. “No, I won’t allow it. You two need to start focusing on the baby and starting your lives together. Okay? You already have enough to worry about. Jules is my baby and it’s my job to care for her. I appreciate the offer but no. I have to take matters into my own hands here.” She states confidently. Leigh can’t believe that her mother is being so stubborn about allowing her to help her sister. But Amy has put her foot down on the situation. You try to offer to help with paying for Jules' rehab stay but Amy declines. “No, we’re not doing that again. I think I’m going to handle this differently. Besides, the two of you need to buy that house. You will have a child of your own to worry about soon enough. You don’t need debts from something like this.”

You nod and rub Leigh’s back in comfort, “I understand. Please let us know if we can do anything if you ever find that you need help.” Leigh concurs your statement and Amy hugs both you and her daughter as she thanks you.

“Now hurry up with that packing,” Amy says as she points to the half empty suitcase. She leaves the two of you alone to go find Jules. Leigh no longer takes her time in packing, ready to be away from the drama for a bit. When she is ready to leave, she doesn’t say bye to her mom or her sister because she doesn’t get the chance to. The door to Jules’ room is locked and Amy is on the phone making arrangements to help her struggling daughter.

The drive to your apartment is quieter than you anticipated it being. You wanted today to end on the good note that you and Leigh were committing to a life together. Not this. Unfortunately, stuff like this is a harsh reality. And if neither of you can handle it, then it might not be the perfect match you convinced yourselves of after all. Then again, when Leigh puts her hand on your thigh at the red light to grab your attention and she gives you that look that is so full of love and appreciation as she thanks you, you know that isn’t the case. You know that this is real and this will be a lasting connection. You love her and she loves you. Together, the two of you can brave any storm.

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gxthicwxrm · 1 year

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Good Choice (Without Him Part Two) - m. murdock x reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Warnings: angst, happy ending, cursing, pregnancy

Word Count: 1,814 words

Summary: Matt and Reader find common ground regarding their child and future.

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"Ms, L/N. You are having a beautiful baby boy. " Your doctor speaks in a soft gentle tone as her hand glides the ultrasound device across your protruding stomach. Tears welled as you looked at Foggy who was holding your hand with an intense stare on the monitor. A smile washes over his face as the doctor confirms what we suspected.

A boy. Smiling widely at the monitor looking at your precious baby, warmth filled your heart. Thoughts of baby cuddles, taking him to the park, good field trips, sports, all the potential memories but none have him in them. You thought you'd never regret leaving him after what he did with her but all you want now is for him to hold you, not Karen, Not Foggy. But the father of your child.

Karen and Foggy have been taking turns for doctors' appointments, despite your protests, eager to be with their niece or nephew. Despite not being blood-related, you all were family.

"I know it's been rough for you these last few months between him and this baby. Just know I am always one call away, even if it's just to talk no matter how small. The next three 9months are going to be scary, but worth it in the end. " Your doctor smiles gently, making you nod a 'yes' knowing you'd never take her offer. "Well, I'm all done here. Imma get Rachel to draw up those discharge papers and get out of your hair. Keep taking good care of her, Fog. She needs it. Extra rest, stop stressing the baby." She says with a wide smile as she waves goodbye, closing the door on her way out.

Foggy wipes your stomach with the rag provided to remove the goop from the machine and sticks his hands out, which you take and allow him to pull you up. He grabs your underwear and pants, handing them to you before he stands by the door, facing away from you.

Reaching down with underwear in hand, you go to bend over before realization hits you. You can't.

"Uhm..Fog..I can't reach." When he turns, you are barely hunched over, belly blocking you from seeing your feet. Your best friend starts to laugh.

"Y/N, you look like the Hunchback from that Disney movie." He moves to grab your pants, holding them out.

"Shut up and help me!" You laugh, shaking your head. You sit back down on the bed, doing your best to cover yourself as he slips your underwear up to wear so you can reach them before quickly turning back around to face the opposite of you.

"Tell me when you're done." He says obviously.

"No. Imma tell you to turn around now to see my cooch, yes I will tell you when I'm done." Sarcasm drips from your words as a chuckle follows them.

"Between you and Matt, this kid is gonna be the definition of sarcasm." At the mention of him, everything comes crashing back down onto your happy moment.

Your feelings for Matt were still as strong as when you left, you hated him for what he did to your family. But your love for him was just as strong too. You couldn't let all that love go, so you focused on your son. But it was like being stranded at sea. Every time you think you're strong enough to do this and swim back to shore, another wave would snatch you up and take you away. Your love for him was drowning you and you fucking hated it. You shouldn't have any love for the bastard. You tell yourself as a memory of the night you think you become pregnant haunts. You both were filled with so much love and passion for each other.

Immediately, a tear runs down your face and you wipe it away. Pulling up your bottoms, you tap Fog with your foot.

"Can I get my pants?" He turns around and quickly wraps you in his embrace.

"I'm sorry I brought him up. But you have to talk to him at some point. This is his baby, too. He's begging Karen and me to give him information from the doctors, you, everything." Foggy pleads for the fifth time that week. You know he's right. Matt should be here for his son and he would if I let him. But letting him means letting him near you and you weren't ready for that.

"Would you drop this if I said I'd think about it?" Pulling back with his arms still holding your shoulders, he nods with a soft smile. "Okay now get my pants. Please, Karen has Chinese food with our names on it!" You say in a sing-song tone. Smiling he repeats what he did with your bottoms to your joggers, but instead of turning he pulls them up for you and slides your slides onto your feet before sticking his arm out to you.

"Come now Milady. Off we go!" He says as you take his arm. "Time to stuff our faces, nom nom nom!" He says in a gruff, raspy voice, using his hands to peck at your shoulders.

"You are so weird!" You say as you leave the doctor's office, heading home.

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Laughing, you push the door to Karen's apartment as Foggy holds the food behind you. Stepping into the apartment, you go straight to the bathroom, ready to pee on yourself. Closing the door, you hear Foggy say "the fuck" loudly before muffled voices.

Finished in the bathroom, you go back to the living room with food on your mind.

" I can't wait to dig into this Rangoon! I've been dreaming of it since last we- what the fuck?" Sitting beside Karen is Matt. Foggy is still standing but the food now rests on the coffee table between the group. Gritting your teeth, you shake your head. Unbelievable. You look over to Karen in disbelief.

"You let him in? Knowing we were on the way back? Fuck this." You turn to go to your room but am stopped by a hand on your arm. Lightning speed, you twist around with your hand raised ready to hit the man that caused you so much pain but stop when you see it just Foggy.

"I know this isn't how you wanted to do this and I promise we did not plan this! Right, Karen?"

"You know how I feel about this, Y/N. He just showed up and refused to leave. I didn't know what to do."

"Call the cops." You mutter under your breath. A sad smile finds its way to Matt's face. With a sigh, Matt stands up and turns in your direction before taking a step toward you. Silently, Karen nods to Foggy for them to leave, you wish they would stay but you let them go, knowing how awkward it is to see a couple, especially your friends, fighting. Or in our case, separating.

"I'm so sorry. And I'll always love you and want you. But, I'm not here to try to win you back. I know what I did was wrong and can never be forgiven, at least not for a while. I just want a chance to be a father to my child and if possible, your friend." Your eyebrow shot up at the word friend.

"Or just co-parents. I just want to be in their lives. Please." His voice is genuine, dripping with guilt, sadness, and even hurt. Seeing him like this kills you, but then flashes of him in Jen's bed pop into your head.

“How could you do this to me?” If it wasn’t for his super-hearing, Matt wouldn’t have heard you, you mustered the words. Hurt flashes across his face as his eyes soften, his hand flinches to reach for you but he decides against it as he drops his extended hand.

“There’s no excuse for what I did. I was drunk-”

“Oh, that lame-ass excuse! You just said you didn’t have any, but lied in the same breath.” You yell, shaking with anger.

“No! I’m just trying to explain what happened. Please just let me talk.” He begs, hands out open and waiting: an invitation, not a demand. Everything in you tells you to grab him and let him hold you, you need his comfort after months of doing this without him. But, you couldn’t break. However, you couldn’t keep Matt out of his child’s life. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“G-Go ahead. Explain.” Your voice is shaking, you can tell if you're ready to cry or if you are angry. His begging eyes relax a little bit before glassing over with tears.

“I had too many drinks and I felt so out of place there. I was lonely and missing you. I was at the bar the next thing I know I was in someone else’s bed. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. She woke up and I told her everything about us. We both got so drunk neither of us remember what happened. None of this is an excuse. I fucked up so bad and lost the best two things I ever had. Please give me a second chance, even as a co-parent. Just let me be in his life, p-please.” His voice cracks as a tear slides down his stubbled cheek.

Looking at his still-extended hand, you put yours in his. His eyes focus in on your general direction as a smile forms on his face.

“We can be friends. Friends are okay.” You whisper, happy tears rolling down your face.

“This baby will need us and I want us to do this together, even if we aren’t..together.” His face fell as you mentioned no longer being a couple. Maybe you two could grow to pass this, for your baby and each other.

“I can do friends.” He says. “Can friends hug?” He asks. Instead of answering you rush into his embrace. His warmth wraps around you as his scent fills your nostrils. He feels like coming home.

“I refuse to move and refuse to sleep on the couch so you can take your pick of the floor or couch.” You say into his chest, a low rumble coming from his chest as he laughs while his arms tighten around your waist, cradling your stomach with one hand.

“I missed you so much.” He mutters into your neck, feeling your skin against his.

“That’s not an answer.” Pulling back slightly, you look up at him. Annoyed, he huffs as he looks down at you.

“Couch.” He says making you smile at him.

“Good choice.” You beam as you snuggle back into his chest. You couldn’t help but love him. You knew you two weren't going to be friends forever, but your heart needed time, time to heal, time to forget.

part three coming soon!!

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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I Will Always Be Yours

Part five

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Warnings: smut. duh. Uhhhh fluffff fluff flufffff. Breeding kink. I don't wanna spoil anything soooo imma cut it short babesss

The entire clan has gathered today, everyone wearing bright clothes, shiny beads, gorgeous accessories. But you don't really focus on any of those. You can only look at Jake as he stands before you, blue skin painted in soft hues of white and green and red, matching your own painted skin.

Neytiri stands before you, grinning. “The Great Mother has blessed us all with Toruk Macto,” she says, voice echoing through the Hometree. “He brought salvation and freedom from the Sky People. And now, Eywa has blessed you, Jakesully, with Leyeleu. A mate for you to love and cherish, help and care for until the end of your days.” She smiles as she turns to you. “And you, Leyeleu, have been blessed as well. With Toruk Macto as your mate to love and cherish, help and care for until the end of your days.”

She nods softly, and Jake intertwines his hands with yours, his entire face glowing, his eyes wide and full of love. He cannot believe his luck, cannot believe that you've chosen him. He can't believe how much he loves you.

Neytiri places her hands over yours and Jake's, smiling, as she says, “May the Great Mother bless you forever, bring prosperity and happiness to both of you in this holy union.” Small, happy tears roll down her face as she adds, “I truly wish the best for you both.”

You smile at Neytiri, tears forming in your own eyes, before you turn to Jake again.

“I See you,” he says, pulling you closer so you feel the heat that emanates from his body.

“I See you,” you reply, breathless, inching your face closer to his and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Jake pulls you even closer and the clan people hoot and cheer, everyone sharing your happiness.

The celebration draws on into the night, the clan feasting and celebrating, dancing and singing, everyone overjoyed that the situation between your family has been resolved and that you and Jakesully have achieved a happy union.

And the people are so busy celebrating, that they don't even realize Jake slips you away, dragging you deep into the foliage, both of you laughing and smiling, occasionally stopping to make out while mostly headed in a general direction.

He takes you to your cave. He places his hands on your hips, kissing you, making you walk backwards as he leads you past the curtain of leaves.

His eyes are famished and wide, a small grin playing on his lips, and he kisses you, deep, slow, before guiding you to the ground, softly laying you on your back.

The moonlight seeps in through the curtain of leaves, gently illuminating your sacred space. Jake's on you in seconds, kissing your neck slowly, licking your jaw, his hands tugging at your loincloth before taking it off with ease and tossing it aside. You spread your legs, allowing one of his hands to wander between your thighs, finding your cunt and caressing between your folds, coercing little mewls from you.

You wrap your arms around Jake's neck and pull him to you, finding his mouth with yours, being gentle in the way you kiss him. He touches you, knows you don't need any preparation; you're wet enough. Still, he's adamant on making you come before he fucks you. Your pleasure is always his priority.

“Alright, baby, I'm gonna teach you something new, yeah?” he says, kissing the tip of your nose.

You nod softly. “Mmkay,” you reply, further spreading your legs, allowing Jake more access to your sopping cunt.

Jake sinks his ring and middle fingers into you, curling them up to rub against that spongey spot within you that makes you mewl and gasp. He then positions his thumb over your clit, rubbing gentle circles over it.

You whine, content, back arching as the pleasure courses through you, filling your body, making you dazed.

Jake just admires your face. He admires the way you look, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head, the pretty beaded top you wear that parts for your hardened nipples to peek through, the way the paint on your skin softly smudges with the evening dew and your sweat.

“That's good, isn't it, girl?” Jake hums, knowing full well how much you're loving it.

“Mhmm,” you reply, whimpering, rolling your hips into Jake's touch. “'s good.”

Jake's cock is throbbing under his loincloth, aching to feel your warm wetness, but he's determined to teach you this little trick first, and, more importantly, he knows you'll love it, so he's intent on ensuring your wedding night is one of the many amazing ones to come.

He can feel your slick drip down his knuckles, your chest heaving up and down, your pretty hair getting all tangled as you writhe on the ground.

“Talk t'me, babygirl,” Jake says. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Fuck me!” you beg, hips shuddering as he increases the pace of his fingers and the pressure on your clit. “Fuck me and call me yours. Please, Jake.”

Jake chuckles lowly. “You are mine, baby. You're mine and you always will be.” He kisses your shoulder, loving how you tremble at his touch. “Just like I am yours. Until time stops. I will always be yours.”

Fingers curling, he adds more pressure to that spot inside you, rubbing his thumb on your clit, making you see stars.

Jake can feel you clench around him, can sense the way your orgasm builds up. He continues his ministrations, focusing on every touch he bestows upon your body, ensuring he rubs all the right spots.

The pleasure is too much. The way it builds is too intense. You try to close your thighs, to stop Jake's movements and his brutal attack on your pussy.

“Jake, please,” you whine. “I-I can't!”

“Shh,” he coos softly. “Trust me, baby. You can do it. I know you can, girl.”

“No, no—Fuck!” you cry, body writhing, and Jake continues his pace.

And then you feel it. This odd, new sensation coursing through you, harsh and eviscerating in its intensity, and then your orgasm is right there, right on the edge, so close—

Your release hits you like a ton of bricks, and then you squirt, your slick gushing out of you to soak Jake's forearm along with your thighs, and you gasp, throwing your head back and shaking at the thick relief.

“Yeah, that's it,” Jake groans. “Goddamn, girl. And you said you couldn't do it,” he chuckles softly, riding out your orgasm before pulling his fingers out of you. He licks your arousal off his hand, his amber eyes growing famished as he removes his own loincloth.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “Please, Jake. I need you.”

Jake runs the thick head of his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance and rubbing your clit. He then reaches over his shoulder for his queue and holds it out to you. You offer yours in return, and your tendrils intertwine with his before he pushes into you.

You whine lowly, Jake groans, and then he's caging your body under his. You reach for him, placing a hand on the nape of his neck and pulling him down to you, kissing him as he begins thrusting into you.

He fucks you slow, soft, relishing in the sensation of your cunt around him, of your skin meeting his, of your mouth kissing him, of your pleasure through the bond.

Your eyes flutter shut, rolling into the back of your head as you arch your back, your hips gyrating against his, matching his thrusts. You can feel his lust, can feel how bad he wants and needs you, and it only arouses you more.

“I love you, baby,” Jake says, his lips ghosting yours so the words fall right against your mouth. “I love you. You're my perfect girl. My everything. I fuckin' love you so much.”

“I'm yours,” you echo, moaning gently. “I love you. I love you. I'm yours.”

Jake captures your mouth with his again, swallowing your sounds, his hips increasing their pace.

You dig your nails into his shoulders, scratching his back, rolling your body against Jake's. Your cunt is dripping down your thighs, wetting Jake's hips and balls as he fucks you. You can feel the warm, hot pleasure that builds in you, your cervix reveling in each brush that Jake's cock delivers.

You clench around him, making him groan and he bites your lower lip. You gasp quietly, a breathless moan escaping your mouth at the sensation.

“So sweet,” he hums, dragging his mouth to your neck, biting your skin, ensuring to leave little marks. “You're so fuckin' good. This pussy's so fuckin' perfect for me.”

“'s yours!” you cry. “My pussy's yours! I'm yours!”

“Yeah, you are,” he says against your neck. “You're my good girl, aren't you?”

“Mhmm!” you cry, nodding, as the pleasure coils in your womb, threatening to snap.

“And you're gonna let me fill y'up, right girl?”

“Yes!” you cry. “Oh, please, fill me up! Fill me with your cum!”

Jake hisses lowly as your pussy grows tighter, squeezing him, coercing his orgasm closer to the surface.

“'m gonna give you a baby, girl,” he grunts. “Is that what you want? To have my baby?”

You clench around him, gasping and shaking. “Please,” you whimper. “Please, please.”

“Yeah, y'wanna be a mommy, girl?” he asks, chuckling against your skin. “Y'want me to be a daddy? Hm?”

“Yes!” you cry, nodding desperately. “Yes, yes!”

Jake ruts into you, his entire head swimming with the idea of you pregnant with his baby. He can already imagine it, and the mere idea drives him insane.

“My girl,” he grunts, his hips rolling against yours, rubbing against your clit in the process. “My perfect fuckin' girl. The love of my life.”

You mewl, body writhing, your lips parted as moans escape them. “Jake, Jake, fuck!”

“I know,” he says. “I know it's good, baby. Hold on a little longer for me, yeah?”

You nod. “'nything for you,” you promise, legs trembling.

One of Jake's hands finds your thigh and pulls it over his waist, allowing him to sink deeper into you, rubbing your cervix and dragging his thick cock against that spongy spot inside you that he'd been abusing mere moments ago.

The pleasure is too much. It grips your every nerve, making you see stars, moans and gasps leaving you as your mind slowly melts into the ecstasy. You're not sure how much longer you can hold on, but you try.

You pull Jake's mouth to yours again, kissing him, sliding your tongue between his lips so it meets his own, and he smiles against you before gently grazing his sharp canines over your tongue.

You whimper, body jerking, back arching, legs trembling, and you manage to warn, “Jake-Jake, 's too good! Too good!"

“You wanna come for me again, baby?” he replies through gritted teeth as he tries to keep his mind steady through the haze of pleasure. “Wanna come for me so I can fill you up?”

“Yes!” you cry. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Jake captures your lips with his once more, biting your plump lower lip, tasting you, and then your orgasm hits you. It shatters you and any thoughts you had left. Your mind is blank, your entire body alight with pleasure, and you moan, “Jake! 's so good! Fuck!”

Jake feels your orgasm through tsaheylu and it pushes him to his own release. He grunts as his thrusts grow sloppy, ragged, and then his cock twitches inside of you, releasing his thick, warm load deep inside your cunt.

You shudder at the sensation, eyes rolling into the back of your head, and then Jake's kissing you again, his mouth now gentle and kind as it caresses yours.

Jake pulls out of you and is quick to spoon you, holding you against his chest, pressing the most delicate of kisses to your forehead.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says. “I love everything about you and I will never, ever, get enough of you.” He kisses your forehead and you curl into him, relishing in his scent, adoring the sensation of his cum inside of you. “I See you, girl,” he tells you. “I See all of you, and I love all of you.”

You kiss his chest, his neck, his jaw, before replying, “I love you, Jake.”

You two fall asleep in your cave, curled in each other's arms, together even in your dreams.

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The last few weeks have been a little odd lately. For you, at least. You feel all off, a little under the weather. On occasion, you're too tired to do much beyond just stay home, slugging around, exhausted by everything even though you've done nothing.

Worried, you go to Neytiri in hopes she can help you.

When you find her, she simply offers you a huge smile. “Leyeleu, what can I do for you, sister?”

“Tsahik, I feel sick,” you tell her.

Neytiri places her hands on your head, then on your cheeks, then on your shoulders.

“Is something wrong?” you question, nervous. If you're honest, you didn't tell Jake anything. You know he can tell something's wrong, and he's been fluttering around you, taking care of you, spending more time with you and neglecting his other responsibilities so you decided to pretend everything was fine. But you're truly worried, that's why you've come to Neytiri for help.

“Nothing is wrong, Leyeleu,” Neytiri replies. Her hands skim down your torso, finding your belly, then grazing over your womb. At this, her eyes light up, a smile forming on her lips. “You have been blessed by the Great Mother,” she tells you, her smile growing uncontrollably. “Leyeleu, you are with child.”

Your eyes widen, your mouth falls open and your heart skips several beats. “I—I'm what?”

“With child,” Neytiri replies. “Only a few weeks along. A wonderful, wonderful blessing, Leyeleu.”

You're still in shock. Surprised and just stunned into silence. And then, you feel happy tears forming on your eyes, heart racing. “With child,” you echo, the word sending excitement through you.

Neytiri nods. “With child.” she grins. “Go to Jakesully. Tell him of this. It is a wonderful blessing, sister.”

Jake is busy, you know. Busy with whatever manners the rest of the clan needs his help with. And you don't want to interrupt.

So you wait until nightfall. And you're nervously rushing around, fidgeting, waiting for Jake to come back. And when he does and he walks into your shared canopy, he can immediately tell something's up.

You're nervous, ears folded back, tail swishing uneasily.

Jake grabs you in his arms and kisses you, slow and soft, tender, and he feels you're anxious.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You nod, hands trembling as they hold onto his forearms. “I'm good. I, uh, I went to see Neytiri today, because I thought I might be sick.”

Jake watches you carefully. “And what did she say?”

“That I'm not sick,” you reply, trailing off and biting the inside of your cheek.

Jake can almost sense your unfinished sentence. “But?” he asks, inviting you to continue.

You take a deep breath. “I'm not sick, but-but I've been...blessed.”

Jake frowns, confused. “Blessed? In what way?”

You take a deep breath for courage. “Blessed in the way that I-I'm with child.”

Jake freezes where he stands, just for a split second, just until he processes your words, and then he just smiles, laughs, shocked and delighted. “You—really?” You nod. Jake chuckles. “Oh, my fucking God! Baby, that's incredible!” he exclaims, placing his hands on your hips and picking you up.

You laugh, somewhat nervous still, as you place your hands on Jake's shoulders to keep yourself upright. Jake's mouth finds your neck and he kisses you there, murmuring, over and over, “I love you. So much. This is amazing.”

And then he just pulls away from you, his eyes wide, pupils blown, and says, “I'm going to be a father.”

You smile at him. “You are. And I'm going to be a mother.”

And Jake's face is glowing, his entire being just shining with happiness. And then he's kissing you, his lips warm and soft on yours, and then he slowly lowers you to the ground, climbing on top of you, his love and joy turning into passion, your own excitement turning into soft desire.

“I love you so bad,” Jake hums, his lips brushing yours. “I'm so fucking happy to have you, girl. And the fact that you're having my baby...” His eyes lock on yours, and he smirks as he kisses down your neck, crawling lower to your chest, and then he kisses over your womb. He affectionately rubs his cheek against the soft skin there, and he can barely wait for the moment your baby is born.

He then moves lower, pushing your legs apart, taking your loincloth off and setting it aside. He inhales the sweet scent of your pussy, before diving right in. He licks you all the way from your entrance to your clit, making you shudder, before he sucks on the needy nub that pulses against his tongue.

You whine lowly, muscles growing taut at the pleasure. “Jake,” you start.

“Shh, lemme take care of you, pretty girl,” he says softly. “Let me show you how crazy it drives me that you've got my baby inside.”

Jake takes his time with you, using his mouth to work you up slow, making your entire body tremble with pleasure, his tongue expertly exploring your pussy, knowing exactly what you like.

You hold onto his head, not so much guiding him as just tangling a hand in his hair to feel him. You like the way Jake's head bobs as he fucks you with his tongue, the way you can feel him nuzzling his face into your cunt, the way he's just so fucking good at this.

Jake slides two fingers into you, focusing his tongue on your clit and curling his fingers, finding that spongey spot with too much ease.

“Mm!” you gasp, back arching, your thighs pressing against the sides of his head. “Just like that.”

Jake chuckles against you, sending vibrations up your body, making you mewl, your nails digging into his scalp, fingers tugging at his hair.

Your slick is dripping down his chin, his lips glossy from it, his nose also smudged in your arousal. He can feel how it drips down to his neck, and it drives him insane. You're so sweet, your earthy scent invading his senses, making his brain a mush of lust and love and passion and you—you're all he can think about, ever.

Your back is arching off the floor as your pleasure gathers low in your stomach, almost like a fire that slowly warms the rest of your body to boiling point. Your toes point, your muscles tense, and you gasp, “Fuck, Jake! Y're so good! Fuck!”

Jake would probably never admit it, but he's a sucker for praise. He loves it when you tell him he's doing well, loves that you enjoy what he does to you.

His cock is painfully hard, and he starts rutting his hips against the floor, his mouth sucking on your puffy clit, his fingers scissoring inside of you, preparing you for his cock.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your body shaking, as you beg him to keep going.

And Jake doesn't plan on ever stopping. He'd eat you out for the rest of his life if he could. He'd never step out of your house, never wander into the forest, never be somewhere that wasn't with his head between your thighs, or his cock inside you. He's drunk on you, obsessed, he'll never be able to let you go.

He's the luckiest man alive because he has you.

“Jake,” you moan. “Jake, I need to—fuck, please!”

“I'll make you come, don't you worry 'bout it, baby,” he says against your clit. “I'll make you come in my mouth and then on my cock, yeah?”

“Yes,” you reply, desperate. “Please, yes!”

Jake's gentle curl of his fingers combined with the eager flicks of his tongue have you on the edge, your pleasure growing taut inside of you, making your entire body quiver with ecstasy.

As your orgasm approaches, you can tell it's similar to the one you had before, that odd, overwhelming sensation overcoming you. You try to warn Jake, try to formulate words, but you can't manage anything beyond whimpers and mewls, and suddenly you're over the edge. Your orgasm comes crashing down, shaking you from head to toe, and your slick squirts out of you, soaking Jake's face and his fingers as you gasp, your back arching, and you can see stars behind your eyelids.

“Fuck!” you gasp, and Jake chuckles, removing his mouth from your cunt, slowly easing you down from your high and then pulling his fingers out of you. He licks them clean and then wipes his face, grinning at you.

“I fuckin' love that,” he says. “I fuckin' love you.” He cages your body under his, kissing your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his lips.

You reach between your bodies to undo Jake's loincloth. He aids you with it and you toss the item aside, one of your hands finding his cock, caressing the thick head before you run it up and down your folds.

Jake hisses lowly, his ears folding back, and you whisper, “Fuck me, Jake. Please, fuck me. I want you so bad.”

Jake pushes into you gently, basking in the sensation of your tight gummy walls around him. His hips meet yours and he groans as you throw your head back, mewling quietly.

You reach for your braid and offer it to Jake. He smiles lovingly as he reaches for his own queue. As the tendrils meet and connect, he kisses the tip of your nose, making you giggle softly.

Jake's thrusts are soft, measured, an intimate, gentle gesture, a wordless I love you. It makes your heart melt. You can't believe you've found love this amazing, this breathtaking. Jake is truly the love of your life; no one but him could make you this happy. And now you're withchild with his baby. You're his, he's yours, and the little person growing within you is a product of your blessed love.

Jake kisses your neck softly, groaning against your skin as the pleasure fills his veins. “Love you so much, girl.”

“I love you,” you reply, hips bucking up to meet his. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. You can feel him through tsaheylu, can feel his racing heart and that warmness that spreads through him—that warmness that you know is love because you feel it within your own chest.

Jake is so careful with how he fucks you, ensuring to make you writhe and shudder with every thrust, ensuring that you're enjoying it, ensuring that you understand this is so much more than just a physical connection.

He can feel you, the way your heart beats, the way your soul reaches for him.

And you're undoubtedly in love. You know that's what it is. The way Jake's body just seems to fit with yours, like he was made for you, like you were made for him...your eyes brim over with soft, happy tears.

Jake can feel your joy, so he knows you're not crying because something is wrong. And the sight of your delight makes him melt, a soft buzz growing within him as he presses his lips to yours, softly whispering into the kiss, “I don't know what I would ever do without you, baby.”

You sniffle quietly, relishing in the peace that comes from the connection between you two. Your life is complete. You know it is. You have Jake, someone who loves you, someone you love, someone you don't feel is tying you down. And now a baby...another member to your happy family. You can't thank Eywa enough for this, for all the gifts she's bestowed you.

Jake's mind isn't far from yours. He cannot believe what his life would've been like if he'd stayed on earth. He wonders...would he know something was missing from his life? If he'd never come to Pandora, would something within him tell him he was missing this? Missing you with your gorgeous eyes and your perfect laugh and your kind heart and your witty mind? Would he have died without realizing that the better half of his soul was out there, on a different planet?

Would he have ever been happy if he hadn't found you?

And he knows the answer: no. He would've never been happy, never been truly at peace. He would've been void, his life empty without you and without the child growing within you. He would've never found a life worth living if he hadn't come to Pandora. And he thanks his lucky stars, thanks Eywa, thanks the universe for allowing him to find you.

You, his home, his life, his everything.

You're still crying softly as the pleasure increases, Jake's gentle thrusts making you moan through the tears, the feeling of his pleasure through the bond making your back arch.

And Jake kisses your neck, your jaw, the spark within him turning into a fire that ravages whatever thoughts he had left. He can feel your orgasm growing in you, gathering low within your stomach, and he shudders.

“Jake,” you gasp, legs starting to tremble, nails digging into his back. “Jake.”

“I know, baby,” Jake replies, kissing your cheeks which are wet with your salty tears. “I know. 's okay. Come for me, yeah? You're doing so well, girl. Surely you can give me one more, hm?”

You nod. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, one more.”

The pleasure within you is overwhelming, your every nerve basking in the sensation of love, of pleasure, of overpowering happiness.

And then your orgasm bursts free, making your body thrash under Jake, making you moan and mewl, back arching and hips jerking.

Jake groans as he feels your pleasure through tsaheylu, as your orgasm hits him and pushes him to his own release. He comes inside you, the thrusts of his hips growing sloppy as his load spills inside you, filling your puffy cunt.

You shudder under him, and he gasps out, “Goddamn.”

And then he's immediately on you again, kissing your lips, caressing your face, licking away your tears. And you smile into his kiss, feeling the warmth of his love spreading through his chest, making its way to your soul.

“I love you so bad,” Jake says. “I'll always love you.”

“And I'll always love you,” you tell him.

“You're my forever, girl. Without you, there's nothing for me,” he whispers, and you wrap your arms around him, embracing him, allowing him to nestle his face into your chest. And you two just stay there, loving each other, until Jake pulls out of you and kisses your womb, talking to the baby. And then he's talking about baby names, and which ones would suit your child, and which ones he prefers, and asking you which ones you like.

And all you can do is lie there, propped up on your elbows, listen to him rant about the baby, watching his eyes glow with excitement as you thank Eywa that she sent this wonderful, amazing, perfect man to you.

Thanking her for leading you to happiness.

@unbrekeable-abby @kamcrazy123 @adaiasafira

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vampiremeerkat · 11 months

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Do you think that 2D animation is inherently superior to 3D animation, or vice-versa?

You can't fairly compare the two, since one is not an update of the other, but a different art form. But Imma do it anyway. The way 3D is/has been presented makes it seem like people using and enjoying the method see it as an "update", but that's like saying photos are updated paintings. We all prefer a camera to capture our likeness and surroundings with, but our preference for cameras is really only because of the speed, price, and accessibility of the device. Not because people don't think having a Rembrandt-styled painting of their pet wouldn't be the coolest fucking thing ever. But, the painters of old do share the same fate as 2D (cell) animators; they've been replaced by a completely different method of creation that happens to be useful in what used to be their expertise. 2D and 3D both require talent to pull off successfully, and yet, one technique unquestionably takes more time and effort than the other. For everyone who claims computer animation is more difficult, the proof is in the fact that the most lazy, obscure film studios out there have produced quite some decent-looking 3D animations. How is that possible if 3D is such a challenging endeavour. Computers do a great chunk of the work. 2D is only as good as its artists and you can't trust a computer to convincingly mimic it. People immediately pick up on it: "Oh.. that was made with Adobe Flash, not an actual person holding a pencil and drawing every frame." That Rescue Rangers live-action movie is a good example as well. Everyone can see that the "2D animated" Chip is a 3D model with some lazy filter slapped on it. A gorgeous, perfectly lit photo is undoubtedly gorgeous and perfectly lit, and the photographer that shot it deserving of praise, but in the end, they have the expensive, ever-evolving devices and software to thank for. Disney's Snow White is ancient and was made with the tools of that time period, yet is still an aesthetically perfect movie. Now, take a gander at the 3D movies and effects from just 20 years ago. 3D never ages well, and that's not so much the fault of the talents that created them, but the tools then available. I can understand the argument that superiority means "the best result", and to us humans, that's probably photorealism. That's what we're familiar with, after all; photorealism is real life. Others might say superiority means that little time and effort was needed to reach an acceptable result. If we weren't talking about art, then I'd agree with this assessment. But we are talking about art. Art has -and should have- the freedom not to be what we're familiar with. 2D has such a strong grasp on our suspension of disbelief -it can get away with almost anything, which you should want in fiction. Why should I care about a 3D movie that mimics real life? It feels stupid to me to recreate water when we've got water right outside of our doors to film with a regular camera.

#2d #3d #animation

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Hi I love your writing ! If your still accepting requests, I would love to see an imagine where the reader gets her period while Elvis is preforming a show and she misses it trying to take care of her situation. Its kind of angsty because he thinks she just skipped but it ends with fluff and him taking care of her ! sorry I know that was super specific, doesn't have to be the same just something similar. Thanks :)

That Time Again

tw: Mentions of blood/period pain + a lil bit of angst

word count: 1094 || rating: Pg

A/N: i would kick myself if this happened to me fr 😭 but i would also give anything to have elvis/aus take care of me. this is not my best work so i am deeply sorry for that 😭

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No, no, no. Not now, please not now.

You squirm as you silently argue with your body. You know that feeling. You could never mistake it after all these years. It's that uncomfortable sensation, as if you're peeing but can do nothing to stop the liquid from coming out. The feeling of blood dripping out of your vagina.

You squeeze your legs together, willing everything in your body to fight against your biological cycle. But as the sensation ripples through you again, you sigh deeply.

"I'll be right back. I'm afraid I'm having some lady issues," you whisper, leaning over to Gladys.

"Of course, hunny. You jus let me know if ya need anythin," she whispers back, offering you a smile.

You quietly stand, trying to draw the least amount of attention to yourself as possible. You glance up at Elvis onstage in a beautiful pink tweed jacket with black pants. A smile spreads across your face as you watch his body wiggle back and forth, eliciting screams and even some moans from the women in the audience.

You slink out of the audience and run toward the nearest women's restroom, ducking inside and immediately into a stall. You bend at the waist, pressing a hand to your stomach as you try to soothe the sharp stinging pain there You gasp out a few breaths and then pull your panties down to see a small circle of deep red blood, luckily not too dark or saturated that it can't be hidden. But it will definitely leave a stain on the fabric of the panties. You grab some toilet paper, dabbing yourself clean, and then fashion a makeshift pad to keep you covered until you can get ahold of a real one.

You take a few more deep breaths and try to straighten yourself up but the painful pinching waves that ricochet through your body make you double over again. You hear the door open and then Mrs. Presley's voice.

"Y/N, honey, are ya in here?"

"Right here, Mrs. Presley," you choke out, unlocking the door and walking out to see her. Your face must be reflecting the pain you're in because she offers you her arm and shakes her head.

"Let's get you home, dear," she says, dragging you toward the door.

"Oh Mrs. Presley, no, I have to-ughh."

"No, I know that look. Home. Now. I'll drive ya myself," she says in a tone so firmly that you know the conversation is over.

So, you climb into the car with Gladys and allow her to drive you back home to Graceland, where she helps you up the stairs and tucks you into Elvis' bed. She smooths some hair from your forehead and brings you a glass of water.

"Now, Imma be downstairs if you need anythin. From one woman to another, get some rest. I understand how painful this time of the month can be."

She offers a comforting smile, and you return it, settling into the warm sheets. She takes a few steps toward the door, but you stop her.

"Mrs. Presley," she turns. "Thank you. And would you send Elvis up when he gets back?"

"Of course, darlin."

And with that, she shuts the door. You snuggle deeper into the soft sheets and the next thing you know you're waking up to the sound of the bedroom door slamming against the wall. You jerk up and blink the sleep from your eyes to see Elvis standing by the dresser, shrugging off his outfit with his back toward you. You're already lifting the covers and getting out of bed, feeling so much better after your deep nap.

"Elvis, honey! You were amazing!" you say, and he turns at the sound of your voice.

You throw your arms around his shoulders and squeeze him tightly. He gives you a pat on the back but nothing more.

"Elvis, baby, is something wrong?"

He says nothing at first, just clenches his jaw. You gaze up into his eyes, trying to parse out his emotions.

"Where were ya, Y/N?!" Elvis suddenly shouts, and you recoil, shocked by his change in tone. "I needed ya there. This was a really, really important performance for me. The whole of America was watchin. Everybody but you, Y/N! All I wanted was to look out into the crowd after the performance and see ya sittin there with that beautiful smile on ya face, but you weren't there!"

"I...I-I'm sorry, Elvis, I-I was there! I swear I was, but then I-" you suck in a painful, shaky breath as you try not to cry. "I had to go t-to the bathroom because I s-s-started my p-period, and y-your mom insisted that she could t-take me ho-home. I-"

You feel your face immediately screw up and tears start to stream down your cheeks, one chasing directly after the other. You squeeze the words out through shaky breaths even though they're barely coherent. The tears are hard at work, forming two wet rivers down your cheeks. You try to wipe them with your fingers but only spread the wet moisture across the rest of your face. You drop your head into your hands.

"Oh baby...oh, sweet girl, I'm so sorry," he says and, in a flash, you feel his hands on your shoulders, gently walking you back to sit on the bed. "I didn't know...I didn't realize that...well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make ya feel like this, baby. I'm sorry."

You sniffle, removing your hands to look at him.

"I'm sorry, too. I don't know why I'm crying. I guess it's just..." you gesture toward your crotch.

His fingers slip under your chin and lift your eyes to meet his gaze. His thumb strokes your cheek. His expression is completely different now, softened, full of love and affection. These are the eyes of the Elvis you love, the eyes that tell you he loves you back.

"Baby girl, you can cry all you'd like cause Imma be right here to take care of ya," he says quietly and his hands slide underneath your body, carrying you bridal style toward the top of the bed.

You pull the covers back and he lays you down so incredibly gently onto the mattress. He pulls the comforter and blanket up to your chin, sitting beside you and stroking your hair. He leans forward and presses a soft, warm kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, honey," he says with a smile that you return. "You're my bestest girl, forever and always."

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🦋 mila

#elvis #elvis 2022 #milasblurbs #milaselvisblurbs #milasthings #milaselviscontent

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despairforme · 8 months

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why do you like nnoitra so much he’s fucking ugly

[ I SPOT A CHANCE TO TALK ABOUT MY LOVE FOR NNOITRA IMMA TAKE IT !! First of all, my liking for a character is usually not based on how "good looking" said character ( I mean, some of my favorite One Piece characters are Perospero and Spandam ) is. In my portrayal of Nnoitra, he shares your opinion that he is fucking ugly fjfjfjjf, but he just doesn't mind. BUT IN MY UNBIASED OPINION --- ! Nnoitra is SUPER PRETTY !!!! Like OH MY GOD have you seen this man ?? ( Also, when I talk about Nnoitra's appearance, I do so from a completely platonic pov, I find it quite uncomfortable when people express physical attraction towards my muses ). ANYWAYS, yes, Nnoitra is incredibly pretty. I guess I just have a liking for "unconventional" beauty.

Nnoitra's build. Even though he hates it himself, I find it SO pretty. His build has influenced my drawing style, where I draw a dorito shaped torso fjfjfj. I mean his super broad shoulders and wide chest, and then that tiny tiny tiny waist... And his loooong skinny arms and looong legs?? He's got these odd exaggerated proportions that give him such a striking, recognisable silhouette. I also love being able to see his ribs and spine because I love drawing those things! I love that Nnoitra doesn't have the copy-paste "anime build". Makes him more unique. I just love how long he is? And also that he's so incredibly strong even though he looks so skinny. It's the "don't judge a book by its cover" vibe. And, of course, can't mention his build without mentioning his height. Nnoitra is amazingly tall, but not so tall that it can't be adapted to real life, which I'm SO happy about. It means I can write him in his main (human) verse without changing his height (like I have to do for my One Piece muses who are over 3 meters tall ). I just love how he's so tall and skinny. It gives him such a threatening vibe? I think he'd be less scary looking if he had a large build. There is something unnerving about an incredibly tall skinny dude?? I don't know how to explain it but I just love the vibe!

Nnoitra's face. Hello YES once again I'm so happy he doesn't have a copy+paste face. I feel like a lot of the Bleach characters have really similar faces, but with Nnoitra, he's unique. He's got his own design that doesn't resemble anyone else's. His face is quite long, but doesn't appear long, because it just fits perfectly with his body. His sharp jawline and pointy chin and his single squinty eye... Holy HECK he's so pretty?? Though my favorite part of his face is for sure his mouth. I love that he basically has no bottom lip, because his lips are so thin. It makes him really easy to draw. And, of course, the absolute best part! His HUGE piano teeth! This is where he absolutely goes way out of proportions and I LOVE IT SO MUCH !!!!! His teeth give him the most sinister, evil look. Like, he's supposed to be a monster and he's got the teeth to match. I love the manga panels of him where he's drawn with a HUGE mouth. Those panels are so effective and intense and portray emotion that normal "pretty looking panels" just don't. With such an amazing design that Nnoitra has, which is not SUPPOSED to look "pretty", he can be drawn much more dramatically, and that's amazing. Also just... Piano teeth are generally the best. Like they're so square. So perfect. Also gotta mention Nnoitra only having a single eye. When it comes to drawing him, this is a blessing. I love the angle of his eye, and the color. Storm grey, like that colour the sky has right before it starts raining like hell. Also... Have you seen his eyelashes? Stunning. I really like how his eyepatch compliments his face. If it was smaller it would look sort of odd imo, so the size is perfect. AND!! Another important thing about his design is that he doesn't have eyebrows in canon. I don't know why but I have a huge deal for characters without eyebrows fjfjfj I tend to not give my OCs eyebrows in their designs I don't know why. I feel like it just leaves the face so much more open and not as "cluttered" when you draw it IDK! Tho I do give Nnoitra eyebrows in his human!au.

HAIR!!!!! Can we talk about how Nnoitra has the prettiest hair you'll ever see? It's drawn SO shiny and smoooth in the manga. It always frames his face perfectly, and almost never looks messy, despite all the things Nnoitra goes through. Clearly it's really thick and heavy. And ink black which contrasts so perfectly to the really pale skintone they gave him in the anime ( which I use for my portrayal ). I think Nnoitra looks really good with his shorter hair as well, but yeah something about his long hair is just so majestic. And I also think it helps portray his depressive vibes. Like the panels where he's sitting... The way his hair falls just seems heavy.

HANDS!!!!! Who doesn't like pretty hands? IDK. And Nnoitra's got THE prettiest hands. Because they're unconventional. They're HUGE. Like really goddamn enormous? I think he's got the biggest hands in bleach fjfjfjf. His fingers are SO sharp and skinny. And bony. And also somehow he's got pretty nails. Hands are my favorite thing to draw and drawing Nnoitra's hands?? - chef's kiss - I just love the details.

And his outfit! People always say Nnoitra's outfit looks silly. That he looks like a spoon. And, yeah, he does look like a spoon. I affectionately refer to him as "my spoon" when I talk about him. He's got an outfit design you actually remember. It's unique, it's characteristic. You can see his silhouette and immediately identify him. I just imagine how terrifying it is for the other Arrancar when they suddenly see his shadow. They'll know exactly who is standing behind them. His tight fitting jacket really brings his build out in a way a fluffy jacket just wouldn't. And his neck looks so long and thin thanks to the way his collar is?? Also the fact that he wears bracelets that would make it harder to fight... It's such a good addition. Like why did Kubo bother giving a minor character like that SIX bracelets that he'd have to draw?? I love it. And Nnoitra's wide pants which are stuffed into his boots to reveal his incredibly thin ankles... Holy heck. 5/5. I think he'd look less threatening if his pants were tight-fitting ( and also would be impractical for fighting ), so this is such a nice move. AND ALSO HIS TINY FEET!! The fact that he wears high heels and that his boots have that curved tip... And his feet STILL look small for such a tall man... I love it. It's endearing somehow. And, guys, high heels were worn by men long before they became fashion for women, so this has nothing to do with Nnoitra being "feminine", because he just isn't.

SANTA TERESA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cannot talk about his design without mentioning ( my unbiast ) favorite Zanpakuto. Everyone in Bleach has sort of a small Zanpakuto, at least when it's not released. But Nnoitra? Nope. It's HUGE. It's freaking enormous. It's like a battle axe, but times two. The crescent shape, one pointed at his enemy, one pointed at himself, is so symbolic. And how skinny the handle is, which would mean it's super uncomfortable to wield... And how black the blade is. Like death. The chain always attached to him, like an anchor. That incredibly eerie sound it makes when he moves... GOOSEBUMPS !!

So yeah, I absolutely do not think Nnoitra is ugly. He's got that awkward, strange beauty about him. The reason why I started loving him in the first place, was because I randomly drew him one day. I was just sketching some Bleach characters, and I drew him, and something happened. It's quite hard to explain, but I got the urge to draw him again. And again. And again. Something about him inspired me. Something about how it felt to draw him. Honestly, when I started drawing him, I didn't even care that much about his character. I hadn't really "noticed" him when I watched Bleach. But as I started drawing him more, I went back and re-watched, and - I was completely sold on him. I started drawing A LOT more than I ever had before, and it gave me a different sort of joy. I felt happy drawing him. I think it's hard to explain if you've never had a muse before.

( muse - a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist. )

For me, that was, and is and always will be - Nnoitra. After drawing him for nearly a year, I started to write him on tumblr. My portrayal in the beginning was... Quite questionable ( I was very young, don't judge me ), but OH MY GOD !!!!! How much fun I had !!!! The very first month of writing him I wrote almost 50k words for him. I had never had this much fun with anything. Never felt so inspired. And it's been like that ever since 2014.

WHY do I love Nnoitra so much?

He is my inspiration. No matter how I'm feeling ( I have a chronic illness so I'm often in a lot of pain ), writing Nnoitra can make me feel better. Little things in my everyday life that remind me of him makes me happy. Like getting a milkshake because in his opinion you can't go on a roadtrip without it, or going for a walk because Nnoitra loves being outdoors. I always, ALWAYS want to write for him ( even though I often physically can't ). Having something to always return to, always want to do is a blessing.

I've met amazing people and had amazing experiences because of him. All the friends I've made online, some who I've been friends with for almost a decade, are friends I met because of Nnoitra. I used to be REALLY shy and insecure, but after I started writing Nnoitra, that just went away. I forever felt confident and comfortable. I've had no trouble reaching out and chatting with people. I've gotten to write incredible plots and had so much fun. All thanks to the confidence Nnoitra has given me.

Nnoitra's character overall to me is so interesting. He's so complex. Yes, he's an absolutely horrible person, and I find writing about that to be incredibly intriguing. There is pretty much no "limit" to Nnoitra's story, because he's NOT the good guy, he doesn't GET a "happily ever after". I've been writing his main-verse story for almost 10 years now, and there is still so much left to write. I love all the contradicting aspects of Nnoitra. How he's fiercely loyal, but that turns into possessiveness. How he wants to be cared for, but is selfish as hell. How he hurts others knowingly. How he knows he's a bad person. I love the small tiny glimpses of his humanity when it shines through. I love his bravery because no matter how heavy life feels to him, he always gets back up. He feels very REAL to me. He's got many sides to him. Most of them ugly, but all of them real. I always know how he's going to react in situations, because of how good a character he is. ( I don't mean good as in morally good, I mean good as in well thought out ). I love putting him in different situations ( aus ) to see how things go for him. The fact that he stays the same character regardless of scenario is amazing to me. You can change his whole life story, and somehow he's still there. Recognisable.

I guess it's not easy for people to understand why I love him so much. Definitely people in my real life don't understand why I dedicate so much time to an obscure ( they also think he's ugly ) character. But to me it's like ?? Nnoitra is my light? My inspiration? I love him. ]

#[ HELLO ANON 8))))) ]#[ i saw this first thing in the morning and ]#[ IT WAS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY !! ]#[ never underestimate my ability to talk about him ]#[ HIM HIM HIM HIM HIM ALL DAY EVERY DAY ]#[ thank you for sending the ask 8)))) i enjoyed replying to it ]#longpost //#toby post. ╱ out of character.

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howlingday · 2 years

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How about an AU where Nora calling Jaune fearless leader becomes so common that Jaune actually becomes convinced he's fearless. Example: Jaune sees a dragon and goes "Imma get me a dragon skull"

NO FEAR!

"Jaune? Jaune, are you okay?"

Pyrrha waved a hand in front of her friend. He sat in the infirmary bed, face contorted in great fear. No one was certain what happened to get him like this, but the effect remained. Jaune was paralyzed with fear.

"Is there anything we can do?" Ren asked the nurse, who sighed with a shrug.

"I'm afraid not. What ever scared him to this point must have been terrifying." He looked to the boy. "We'll do everything we can, but we don't know what will help him."

"Ooh! Ooh!" Nora hooted. "What if we used hypnosis?"

"I... won't say it won't work, but I can't it will for certain." The nurse's pager beeped. "Uh, if you'll excuse me."

Left alone, team JNPR looked to their leader. Ren looked outside the window, deep in thought. Pyrrha sat in the chair nearby, never taking her eyes off of Jaune. Nora rolled up her sleeves, short as they were, and rubbed her hands together.

"Okay." She breathed. "Jaune, if you can hear me, this is Nora. I want you to listen to the sound of my voice and watch the hands of the clock behind me." She stepped aside. After the second hand completed it's minute round, she spoke again. "Jaune, this is Nora again. On the count of three, when I snap my fingers, you will become our fearless leader. Ready? 1... 2... 3!" Nora snapped on three.

Jaune didn't budge. She sighed. She was hoping to get it on the first try. Oh well, might as well try again.

"Jaune, this is Nora. Watch the clock again." Another minute passed. "Jaune, this is Nora ...again. On the count of three, when I clap my hands, you will become our fearless leader. Ready? 1... 2... 3!" Nora clapped her hands once on three.

Jaune didn't respond. Nora continued this routine for almost an hour. She was getting tired, and so was the team. One more, and then a bathroom break.

But what could she do? She tried snapping her fingers, clapping her hands, clicking her tongue, and even slapping her butt! Nothing!

She looked to Pyrrha, who fell asleep in the chair. She was so worried about her partner. She then turned to Ren, who continued to stoically stare out the window. He was taking this especially hard. She wanted to make him feel better, but she had a job to do, no matter how much she wanted to...

Nora had an idea! "Jaune, this is Nora. Listen, I really need to pee, so if you could do this, that'd be great. Now, first, listen to my voice. Now, follow the clock behind me." Nora squirmed a bit watching the second hand. She really had to go! She took a calming breath. "Now, on the count of three, when I boop your nose, you'll become our fearless leader. Ready? 1... 2... 3!" Nora booped his nose, her shoes squeaking on the floor.

Jaune did nothing. Nora sighed. "Back to the drawing board. But first, I need to pee!"

"TMI, Nora." She whipped around, seeing her fearless leader rubbing his jaw. She leapt into him, soon joined by Ren and Pyrrha as they hugged him. "Hey! What's going on?!"

"I cured you! That's what happened!" Nora answered. She then squeaked. "But now I really gotta go!"

---------------------------------------------------

"And that's how I fixed our fearless leader!" Nora beamed, sitting on the bleachers above the combat ring. Team RWBY shared a look of suspicion between them.

"That... sounds a little, uh..." Ruby began.

"Nuts?" Yang offered.

"Farfetched?" Blake added.

"Impossible?" Weiss corrected.

"Hard to believe." Ruby said. "Not that we don't believe you, but-"

"We don't believe you." Weiss said. "I don't even believe he was in the infirmary for such a condition."

"He was, though!" Nora pleaded. "And I was the one to fix him!"

"With hypnosis." Blake replied.

"Which is also impossible." Weiss scowled. "Who would believe in hypnotism as a valid treatment?" Ruby gulped and tugged on her collar. "Besides, whatever treatment you gave him hasn't improved his combat skill."

Weiss gestured to the ring, where Jaune was dueling Cardin, as usual. Of course, dueling might have been generous, since Cardin would always decimate any defense Jaune had and demolished any offense he attempted. Nothing changed. That is, until...

Jaune charged forward, shield and sword raised. He moved the shield to the side for easy swing, but Cardin crashed his Executioner into Jaune's face.

"Ooh, I think I heard a," Cardin swung back, "CRACK!" then torque his body to send Jaune flying into the wall. Jaune's aura immediately dropped to half. "Sorry, Jauney-boy, but I'm just too good when I'm seeious." Cardin chuckled as Jaune fell from the wall to his hands and knees.

"Jaune Arc has been knocked out of the ring and can no longer battle!" Professor Goodwitch announced. "The victor is-!"

"HOLD IT!" The entire class followed the voice to where Jaune stood, blood dripping from his face. He spit some out of his mouth and grinned. "I'm still good! Let me in there, Prof Good!"

"It's Professor Goodwitch, Mr. Arc," she corrected, "and you are hardly in any condition to fight."

"Aw, come on, Prof! Just 30 seconds?"

Professor Goodwitch pinched the bridge of her nose. "Very well. 30 seconds it is. Students, take your positions."

Jaune happily jogged to the center of the ring. His face was bloody, but his smile was wider than ever. Was he enjoying this?

"And begin!"

Jaune tossed his weapons to the side and charged at Cardin. He swung at the blond, but missed when Jaune slid under. Cardin stamped a foot down, but Jaune rolled away and kicked the side of Cardin's shin. He swung Executioner in retaliation, but Jaune caught the wespon and tossed it aside, laughing. Did he gk crazy?!

"I give! I give!" Cardin yielded, hands over his face.

Professor Goodwitch had to shake herself out of her disbelief. "Uh, the victor is Jaune Arc. Mr. Winchester, return to your seat, and Mr. Arc report to the infirmary. Let this be a lesson to you, students, because you can never truly expect the unexpected."

"Holy cow!" Ruby called. "Did you see Jaune?! He was so..."

"Crazy!" Yang called out.

"Reckless!" Blake added.

"Stupid!" Weiss corrected.

"Fearless!" Nora finished. "But that's my fearless leader for ya!"

#rwby #rwby au #fearless arc au #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #cardin winchester #glynda goodwitch

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Seeing Ghosts ~ AvM Short Story Pt 2/3

Decided imma just post one per day for these three days so you can get the whole thing pretty quickly ^-^ Plus I'm just about done with the third part other than a final round of editing which I'll be doing tomorrow.

So anyways, here's the second part!

~Mango

Gold.

My little sibling. The kid I've spent their whole life taking care of. My whole world for years. Who's death led to the worst decision I ever made.

They're here. They're back.

And I don't know what I'm supposed to do now.

I want to see them.

I have to see them.

But...

I look up as Purple kneels next to me. I didn't notice them follow me over. "... Mango, you holding up okay?" They ask after a second, looking nervous.

I can't help but laugh at the question - which probably isn't at all reassuring to them. "Okay? I spent so many months thinking my sibling was gone, and now according to that ghost thing they just show up out of nowhere but still won't let me talk to them. They could be sitting next to me right now and I couldn't even tell! That's not okay."

Purple looks at me for a moment before drawing their knees up to their chest. "That still means they're here... Right? If... If the ghost tells you what they say, you can talk to them again..."

"Talk to them about what?" I snap back. I know this isn't how I should be acting, especially not to Purple, but I just... I can't think straight. "About how I failed to stop them from DYING? About what I've done after they were gone? How many people I nearly killed?"

Purple's gone quiet, but I'm too preoccupied to pay much attention. "I spent so long after their death on some stupid plan for revenge. You know, I thought it was a good response at the time, but now I'm pretty certain they wouldn't have wanted that! They'd never want me to hurt anyone, if they don't know about it already I can't tell them now."

Though... I pause for a second, looking back the way I'd came. That ghost I was talking to was gone, which meant...

"... That's all unless they're here right now and just heard me talk about it. Or if they were there when I..."

I go quiet again, my mind clumsily flitting from thought to thought, from plan to plan. Purple doesn't offer any input, their gaze on the ground. I can hear Orange and their group murmuring to each other but I can't make out what they're saying.

Finally, my mind settles on a plan. "... If their... their spirit is here, if some part of them is here, maybe there's a way to bring them back completely. Maybe I was looking at this all wrong. I had so much power with my staff, but maybe I was using it for the wrong thing."

Purple looks up at me with a nervous expression. I keep talking, lowering my voice a little so nobody else could overhear. "Gold can't hate me if I use that power to bring them back. Then they'd be alive again, and - and what I did wouldn't have been for nothing, because otherwise I wouldn't have made the staff, I wouldn't know about that power. They can't hate me for it if I bring them back!"

"Mango." Purple speaks up, looking worried.

I keep talking. "I just need to get the staff back from Yellow, find more icon blocks - I know Orange hides theirs when I'm here, but I'm sure I can find it, and I'll figure out where the other one went. I doubt I'll need any more power than that, and with enough research, or experimentation, I'm sure I can find some way to bring Gold home. Some way to make things normal. Then -"

"Mango!"

This time, Purple's voice pulls me out of my racing thoughts. They almost look... scared. "Mango. Stop. Please, just... stop."

"...What?" Why do they look like that? I'm not... I'm not doing anything.

But Purple still looks upset, worried, maybe even frightened, as they hug their knees to their chest. "Mango, I... I know you want your old life back. Trust me, I get it, I do. I'd do anything, y-you KNOW I'd do anything, to have my parents back, but..."

Purple's gaze drifts from me to the portal we came through. The portal that led near my old kingdom. "I'm just worried that... if you try too hard to bring back the past... you might end up in a past you don't want to be in."

"That's not true." I protest, though their words make my rushing mind falter. Gold would want to be brought back, right...? This wasn't... wrong... "I'm not planning to hurt anyone, I just - I just need that power back."

"You were just talking about stealing the staff and icons again!" Purple hisses, lowering their voice with a nervous glance at the other five.

"Mango, look. We've just figured ourselves out, we've both finally found friends. Green, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Red. Each other. If you go through with this, I'm not going to fight you. But I don't want to be part of any more schemes. I've - I've had enough of that for one lifetime."

Purple looks away, rubbing their eyes. They had been crying. I didn't even notice... "You still should talk to them. You - you get the chance to do that, you should take it. I wish I could've..."

Purple's voice broke off for a moment with a quiet sob. "... You get to do something most sticks can't ever do. Take it, make the best of it, but p-please, don't hurt people again trying to reach for more. That's not a good way to live. And I don't think that's what Or... what Gold would've wanted."

...

Purple's right.

I hate to admit it to myself, I hate giving up like this, I hate not being able to do anything, but...

This is more important.

"... Okay. I won't touch the staff, or blocks, or any of that. I won't go back to how I was. I promise, alright?" I reply quietly.

Purple sniffles, rubbing their eyes again, but gives me a small smile. "Thanks."

I wearily smile back, then tip my head up to look at the digital blue sky. "I'll talk to the ghost soon. I'll... I'll talk to Gold soon. Figure everything out."

I glance at Purple again. They don't look as scared, but... I can still tell this whole thing has been hard for them. And I didn't miss their slip-up a moment ago. "But before then... we should take some time. We should make sure we're both holding up alright."

"We're alive. We're okay. We need to protect that."

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #mango #purple #gold kinda it's about gold at least #short story #seeing ghosts #cw mention of death #mango is still scary #but oh how i love writing mango with evil tendencies #they're trying but they've still got issues #and purple still doesn't know orchid's here too #and they aren't gonna :)#not yet at least #prob gonna write that sometime but this is focused on mango and gold

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THERE'S SO MUCH I WANNA SAY ABOUT THE NEW CHAPTER BUT..

THE POSE IN THE LAST PANEL, JUST LIKE CLEVER, THE MIRRORING?????????????????

Also I like how despite Edge's manipulative speech he DOES see potential in Hopeful. And yes Jasper's a fool :D. Granted, good thing she didn't get swayed, but I like that you seem to have stuck with that with him from what you've previously said on the blog regarding how he'd see her. Let's see how he'll react to her being mentally strong as well. (Honestly I am on the edge (lol) of my seat to know what happens next.)

God and this is such a good debut to Edge's pride. It's so uncanny to see how "different" he looks when he's smiling and all dad-like like that even when talking like some professional business, since his pride might as well be in a way, like a white-furred Simba compared to his first appearance (and obviously the fact that he's evil and not above killing others *Still sobbing over Quiet amd Clever and now whatever emotions Adamant is going through rn aaaaa* and might as well be the equivalent to a Lion mafia boss, but still, it's weird in a good way and you nailed it). I almost wanna punch that face lol. But y'all have certainly made him charming in this chapter, Imma make it a double punch with both fists in that case. You have officially made him more likable for me than he already has been, I'll always appreciate when Word of God turns into canon. Like... god I hate him but I love him already now too as a character just from this chapter, why'd y'all do this to me? xD

And omg I love Bright already, she's so childish it's honestly kinda cute even if it's to the point of immaturity. I had such a different image of her before this but now... now she seems like she'll be a fun character to see play out in the comic and is so fricking precious. I need more of her now. I wanna see how bad she can be too. Evil(?) lesbians are so damn fun to write because I've done it before because my friend's was the same simple archetype (ofc that wasn't all to it but, it's the jist) hah.

Fade... aaaaaa, others have said more about him than I can but aaaaa. The way he looked at Hopeful, what's on his mind? Hope doesn't know her lil' sis was originally gonna be wedded off to him certainly, that must be so awkward now that I think about it. He don't like this scenario one bit. Though saying anything while Edge is talking might as well be like going into the bosses/principles/etc. office knowing they're your parent at the same time and it just makes things even more unpleasant than they already are.

This got long oops sorry..

ALSO STORM???? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YA? DEFINITELY ALIVE BECAUSE YOU NEED TO BE IN THIS STORY FOREVER BUT GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AAAAAA.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT BEING LONG, it takes me a billion years to read, but its a fun billion years LOL

YES I'm so happy people liked Hope mirroring Clever haha it was a great idea presented by RJ.

Edge, while he did horrible things, does present a good case to Hope. Despite her experiences with her father and mother, she wants a pride, like many lions do, and he was able to lean into that.

And yea drawing him smiling and fatherlike was difficult, especially because I wanted to make him more vain with his expressions /but that wouldn't work/ because he's being completely honest here LOL He's not trying to trick Hope. He means what he's saying, and a villain that keeps their promises is pretty scary in my opinion. I wish I could've had Vanish and co do more, but they'll be doing more next time.

Once again I'm thrilled Bright made an impression on people. I like writing evil? lesbians too LOL Its so much fun. She is quite immature, but that'll present itself more later. I can't wait to show more of her.

And yea Fade is stuck in a hard place because his dad is actually good to him, but he's definitely hearing and seeing some things he didn't sign up for. He'll need to discuss a change in his contract.

AND STORM CAN'T COME TO THE PHONE RIGHT NOW, TRY AGAIN LATER!!

Thank you so much for your notes, I absolutely loved it LOL - Cat

#ask

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stormxpadme · 1 year

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AO3 has been kicking me out for around 10mins bcs of pages loading too slow on wifi and data both so it wont let me post a comment on ch 7 (i think) SO HERE IT IS i will not go to sleep till i send it to you PUBLICALLY ! (gonna also paste it into ao3 tmrw but i need to send it now and then pass out for at least 3 more hrs xD):

REMYYYYYY AAAA i literally firgot everything i was gonna say when i figured out its gambjt j'fucking adoreeeee 🥰🥰🥰

one bad mutant for eric one food mutant fir charles. theyre just playing chess at this point. assholes. also with the like killing and mystiques comment abt another talk between erik and charles i had a thiught there... hmmmm.... i wish i rmbrd what kt was. OH YEAH. it hink i said this a while ago somewhere that its like. Its a draw, and impasse, and until either one of them crossed any of the arbitrary lines they drew in the sand nothing will change

Also scott is a dumbass and katja is so extremely like. Idealistic. I love that for her bcs she still has enthusiasm amd has that righteous anger that comes off as either annoying or hopeful to someone whos been fighting a war for so long such as scott. And i love that part of the convo where scott is like we cant save the whole world. It made me think of schindlers list and that quite - the man who saves a life has saved a world entire. Which is ironic given that its eriks goons doing this, which AGAIN brings me to erkis hypocrisy this time and like. Him and charles are just two sides of a same coin arent they?

The encounter with that girl yesterday had left him more confused than he had experienced in years. - side eyeing you for this 👀🤨😤😹❤️

With this weapon, we can turn all of New York into mutants in a few days and all of humanity in six months - oh i rmbrd now! (I cooy some quites to clipboard not to forget to comment on them xd) - what i wanted to say here is that i have all the love and none of the respect for cartoonish villain plans ised to attract the attention of your ex boyfriend xD "imma turn the whole new york into SHARKS and i'll be the SHARK MASTER" like dude chill ffs just text him its okay its cool xD.

❤️

It sent, actually! But yeah, everything's lagging there right now including my answers to you and I'm getting unnerved bc AO3 GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. So I will answer here :D And then I will send you to bed BECAUSE REASONS.

And hey, there's a definite advantage to posting here: You can include visuals :D.

I needed my red eyed Cajun baby in there :D. I mean obviously, since the team is what it's like in the 90s cartoon plus one additional weather-witch, but also because Remy is too fucking cute (and Taylor Kitsch was too fucking hot playing him).

Yeep, exactly. Charles and Erik love each other far too much still for their own good. This whole thing would long have been over with everyone dead if they didn't hold their respective people back. With how it's going, there's just more and more collateral damage on the way, and those two still will just fuck it out and cry on each other's shoulder in the end, and they deserve all the shade thrown at them for it.

Uuugh now I get emotional about Schindler's list again, never managed to rewatch that, it broke me so much the first time already. I think it's really the hardest part about this job? Getting to terms that you can't be everywhere at once and that making as much of a difference as you can is what counts and not saving everyone because that simply won't work. And my girl is still at the beginning of learning that sigh. It's really chilling seeing Erik walk around killing off random people in this franchise just because they're normal people bc like. This is what happens when someone's been on the receiving end of this and then gets the power to turn the tables on the fascist assholes. The moral dilemma of the whole thing ugh.

Oh god, I'm so sorry for this storyline already LOL. Poor Ororo really needs better taste in men …

thanks, now I can never take that plan seriously again LOOOL. I mean, when Erik finally gets up to get this plan up and started, Charles will indeed be there in person, so I guess in the end the plan worked? :D

#sometimes stormy gets asked things #effervescentdragon #x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #ao3 get your shit together #i'm sorry but that part just broke me #erik risking killing ten thousands of people and starting a war #just to get charles' attention #WHERE'S THE FUCKING LIE THO #writing #of course NOW ao3 is down

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owlheartt · 1 year

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DnD quotes (after several months of silence)

Ya'll better be thankful. I paid SO MUCH attention to get these for you

"The small plane is to avoid attention!" "I WANT BIG PLANE"

"Is there anything you want to do on the plane?" "Uh... fly?"

"Don't you want more engine oil?" "They'll send me back!* Wait. Do I get to keep my stuff if they send me back?"

*This particular player was previously sent to a mental hospital due to drinking engine oil.

"They were rather cruel. Please, have pitty on us sir" "I can't??? Open up??? The plane for you???"

"We are all going to fucking die, sir" "Please sir, please"

"I would like to stare at my fellow... creatures and wonder why they're like this and why I'm with them." "It all started the day I was born..."

"What did we learn, from the last time we jumped?" "DO A FLIP" "EXACTLY"

"You land poorly and take 3 damage. [@payforfree]?" "IMMA DO A FLIP!" "Did you not just see how that went???"

"Lemme draw a map-" *Turns on the smart board behind us for a blinding bright light* *chorus of screams*

"Owl?" "I'm doing this normally" "seriously? None of them have gone wrong" "first of all, no??? Second, I- well. I also live in fear but my character lives in a different kind of fear"

"Uh, freefall? Just straight down" "You're not going to use your parachute?" "WE HAVE A PARACHUTE???"

"How much health did you loose?" "3" "Oh- did I say 3? I meant 30" "NOOOOOOOO" "I'm joking it was 3"

"Do you like what you see?" "Are you asking this to my character?" "Yea" "I'd like to say yea." "I DIDN'T THINK I'D GET THIS FAR"

"Would any of you like to respond to this?" "I would like to cry!"

"I SWEAR IF YOU HIT ME WITH THE PEPPER SPRAY IMMA BEAT YOUR ASS" "YOU CAN'T SEE MY ASS"

*I get a kiss from payforfree* "Ewww,,, anyway, I'd like to shoot payforfree"

"I would like to stay as out of sight as I can" "How tall are you again?" "Too tall"

Btw I made a uquiz for the campaign if you'd like

#dnd #dnd quotes

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maggyoutthere · 1 year

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Question

How do i

Character design?

I can't think of a design for a character.

Help.

Oh boy that's a hard one. OK ok I'll try to give u some advice that at least works for me. Usually I come up with a design first and then make a backstory but lmak imma give it a try:

Ok so! First thing I would suggest doing is a BUNCH of research. You say you have an idea for a character but don't know how to design them? Maybe think of the world they live in first? Like of they live in some dystopian future, some pristine futuristic city, some cottage in a mountain, etc. Knowing what your characters needs to live in the environment they do usually saves me like half the job of having to design weird clothes for them. I had to do these moodboards for a college project to get down the vibes of the characters I would be working with, and they consequently helped me design them in the future!

Get your ass on Pinterest and make moodboards like crazy. Like legit go. Everyone shits on Pinterest (which yes valid) but its legitimately a good place to find inspiration for pretty much anything. You can look for ideas for outfits, make up, hairstyles, just a general aesthetic, anything really! I have a bunch of Pinterest boards for stuff that remind me of some of my ocs and honestly it helps so much whenever I decide to give them a redesign ^^

This takes a lot of trial and error so I hope you have patience. You're probably not gonna get it right the first, second, third or even fourth time. There's a lot of stuff to balance out, like colors, shapes, proportions and accessories. Try to mix and match as much as you can, don't be afraid to fill pages upon pages (or files if you draw digitally) to see what works best with what. That's pretty much what concept art is! I tend to fill sketchbooks just with character concepts because I try to go down every possible idea and explore them to see if I find anything I like!

Last but not least!! TAKE. INSPIRATION. FROM. FANART. Holy shit this saved me so many times. People out there are so hella talented and creative. Everyone works so differently, so it's great to have such a vast and diverse place to get inspiration from! As long as you don't copy-paste their original ideas and claim them as yours, you should be golden!!

I hope this helps ^^ ✧*｡

#maggy answers #character design #concept art #artist help #hope it helps ^^

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starastarship · 1 year

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Today I come a bit with World building specifically ancient magic. I came up with the idea that there are varieties of different ancient magic and with the help of @myherowearsanironsuit (who came up with other variety's and the colors thank you for it) we have alot of powers within these variety's!

I will use this post in particular for every variety that I have yet to draw or will have yet to come.

So let's start with yellow since it's the easiest you explain for now and Hibiscus is a great example of it:

TW: blood in form of a nosebleed!

Imma explain a bit more of what we have so far for Telepathy:

•communication with the persons mind. I mean pretty self explanatory but I'll explain. When this power is used the persons thoughts are put into the others mind (see upper left doodle). It is often times used to talk like Hibiscus does because of her disability. She "talks" with statist no. 27 via thoughts. However it can not be exactly used to control someone. You can put the thought into someone but you can't take control of their thoughts.

•people who have a really strong connection, or bond, with a person with telepathic powers, experience more than often enough that they suddenly hear the thoughts of the person, even if said person didn't intent to. This can vary between a short and a long time (see upper right doodle)

•moving objects with their mind. Actually also pretty self explaining but basically you move certain objects. However based on of how big the object is and how tall it can be easier or harder. The harder it is, the more energy must be used this can lead to the rest of the powers being shut off to give it all to moving the object.

•people with telepathy can also "create" short or long ranged weapons made out of the telepathic energy. Depending how well the person is trained it can vary how long the weapon stays and how powerful it is!

This is now more something that goes for pretty much any ancient magic in general but here is the telepathic version:

•if people are feel a very strong emotion, like really really strong, the power can go crazy. Really crazy. Objects are moved without intent, the mind goes crazy and this can lead to a nosebleed or even getting unconscious! (See colored picture on the left)

•when people sleep, their magic also takes a rest like a battery you could say. In general if the magic isn't used for a while it regenerates itself also even if awake, but sleeping is a more quicker and efficent way. (See lower left doodle) (if the person however feels a very strong emotion it can happen that a few things lift off around them. Not as bad when they wake up. It's really mild)

•getting hit with a curse the powers can and will be in a way shut off. For example if hit with the crucious curse, all telepathic communication gets shot off, any flying object fall down due to not even held anymore and if the curse was really nasty it can cause also that they can't feel the magic for a while. (See lower right doodle)

And that is so far everything we have for the telepathic version. And again thanks for @myherowearsanironsuit for helping and working together on it.

(Also whoever finds the easter egg I put in here you get five cookies or a large one)

#my art #hibiscus #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts #hufflepuff #ancient magic #telepathy #eleazar fig #professor fig #he may be off camera but he is there #world building #magic building?#hm could be both

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yulin-pop · 2 years

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Hi! congrats for your 100- 200 followers!! 🎉🎉🎉

Also Can i have your match up events please?

Personality:

Im a (akward) quiet and shy person at first, im very bad communicating/interacting with people cuz i have a bad anxiety issues but atleast i try/want to talk people if i want to. ( i also have a trust issues i too, dont trust people so easily).

People didn't really know that im a bit energetic and soft person when it comes to my loved ones or friends, unless if open up to someone who are im comfortable or trusted, but still shy.

Im also a affectionate person or touch starved person i like giving my friends, family some hugs and head patting, when it comes to my partner / s/o i give them hugs or kisses without hesitation, if they are uncomfortable imma avoid being a clingy person and respect their personal space.

I have a short-temper i can pissed so easily and is trying my best to control myself, if i hurt people's feelings i'll apologise them immediately if im calm.

My friends commented me like im sort of mother/sister figure in our group, the way i act i didn't quite realized my behaviour the way i treat my friends or my little cousins.

I'm very insecure person, i been compared with someone who is smart, pretty or optimistic than i am because i dont have one of those, it makes me think i wasn't enough.

The way i act is boyish, but im bit act like a girl like im very shy, embarrased or flustered compare to the girls who acts girly.

Appearance:

I have a black short hair, Brown eyes, fair light skin, my height is 5'8" and im a bit chubby. my clothing style is like gurenge the way i wear is boyish type with a dark color, sometimes i wear a bit girls clothes and cute clothes if i want to and i wore a glasses, i used it sometimes if i can't see a far.

Interest: Reading Manga/Manhwa, watching anime, drawing/drawing fanarts, babysitting, playing piano, listening music.

Reacting: If someone interested or liking me, in romantically. i might get flattered, happy and shy, also scared. scared that i wasn't enough or they just playing or making fun of my feelings.

If you're making my request just wanted to say thank you! also congrats!! 🎉

↛ ❀ Match up; @moon-cakiie

I match you with Azul Ashengrotto

He views you as someone very light hearted, but you didn’t trust him at all. He’s a business person so he’s good at socializing, in a professional way not in a normal way. You’re more stand off ish but tries to talk with him. It was cute how you struggled to find a topic but you seem really kind. Even after you two get close and Azul drops the business man persona, you’re still shy but more open. By more open, you express your angry around him. He can relate with your insecurities, he was always different than everyone else and he had to push himself to become who he is today. You some what remind him of himself back then.

He noted how much more affectionate you got after a few weeks of talking. The first instance was you greeting him with a hug. He completely froze up in confusion. You backed away quickly and kept away from him but he couldn’t deny it was nice to be hugged.

He thinks you’re absolutely stunning and yet he’s doesn’t say anything. He holds himself back, it would be out of character for him to compliment you despite the knawing urge to tell you how stunning you are.

He’s confused with his feelings at first. He’s obvious about the favoritism towards you and often instead of scolding you, he just kindly directs you in the right direction. He refuses the idea of it being love! He has no time for that nor does it benefit him or his business. It takes a few pushes from the twins to make him understand that he really does like you.

He tries to be subtle that he likes you but you didn’t seem to take the hint. He tried to be head strong about it though you shrunk back. Then, you asked him if he was serious. It kind of broke him as he explained he’s completely genuine.

Azul never really had anyone that could just give off the soft aura you have.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #matchup event #6/10

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bitchkay · 2 years

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You know what, give me Toa. I will forewarn you that I headcannon him as a crier no matter what though, poor thing just gets so overwhelmed.

You you what I agree, hold on imma edit this rq--

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

This man is hornier than he looks🤨

Actually nevermind look at him

He just won't admit it😠

Just like Knight he makes love more so than fucks

He does fuck tho.

His stamina is crazy

Multiple rounds in this bitch like damn calm down n👨🏿‍🦲gga🤨

Cold fingers.

Cold. Fingers.

Yea.

Anyway-

I feel like its been so long since Toa was apart of an event or that I read read some sexy time with Toa I'm lowkey drawing blanks👁👁

Compared to the other princes Toa has bad dick- LMFAOO--

of course Toa has good dick, great dick even, yk he know the motion of the ocean😏

But compared to the others its crazy--

literally 7th place but would fuck again🙄

Toas not a slut a whore didn't fuck arround but he wasn't a virgin, I don't think any of them really were but I remember in one event he was like 'I never used to pay much attention to women's reaction until now' and he was looking at the mcs sex faces and at that point he was like inside her so yea he's definitely fucked other people (who⁉️🤨 /j)

He's not necessarily new to such emotions but this the first times he's been so closely romantically intimate with someone, he's just overwhelmed with love and affection

Its honestly like he's a virgin again

He finally got some real good pussy😤😤

He losing his mind😩

Sure he does seek you out of insatiable wanton desire but as soon as he got your pussy taste on his tongue he gone.

Toa is alarmingly quiet.

Like alarming quiet.

Did he stop breathing?

Baby say something I'm scared😟

You had to like tell him, it's okay to make noise baby

That's when he started soundproofing rooms

Yall ever think about how only rooms Toa has ig claimed are soundproofed🤨🤨

Nah like it makes sense why the music room would be soundproofed but damn yall fucking in front of the instruments🙁🙁

Piano: … they don't see us..?

Violin: you see me?

Piano: yes I see you! You see me?!

Also Toa's the only room that is soundproofed, cus nah why can you hear Fenn fucking from outside-

I have no reason to believe Toa doesn't now get embarrassingly loud during sex.

Imagine going from alarmingly quiet to embarrassingly loud listen-

You best have amazing coochie cus baby he ain't fake moaning I'll tell you that😌😌

He just let himself go and that was it

We got a ruler here to rationalize our measurements

Toas sporting a good 7 inches of dick, above average but not alarming, 1½ inches of girth, so we have a very nice cock on our hands

Nice cock‼😎

Cold fingers.

Toas hands just make everything better.

Y'all ever been fingered with cold hands- first of all Toa loves to finger you in general but the COLD HANDS make that shit god sent

Toa just likes to just touch you sometimes, trail your arms, caress your cheeks, circle your belly button, things like that, its like he's putting your shape to memory

You really feel cherished with Toa, he'll put your every need before his

Toa will have you stripped bare before he even has his jacket off

Let him worship you before you can handle him ok

He really loves everything about you, he wants to treat you right

He's truly never felt like this before so he don't wanna mess up

You grab his cheeks kiss his nose and reasure the fuck outta him

You kiss his lips and feel his breath get more laboured, you pull back to see his eyes all misty

He's fr overflowing with love for you he can't take it

He's so overwhelmed he stops a moment just to hold you in his arms

He's never been so emotionally vulnerable so this is new territory for him

He loves you so much he can't handle it.

Just hold his face, wipe his tears and praise him

Nice words coming from your mouth mean so much to him♡

Definitely starts off slow and sensual but yall get needy towards the end

Toa will kiss all over your body wherever he can reach while you go at it

He'll kiss your cheeks, neck, breasts, stomach, your legs

Literally where ever he can reach

Toa cums alot.

Like yea creampie but like actually enough for a pie💀💀

Nah cus where the fuck all this white shit come from🤨

Do condoms exist in Saligia⁉️

He'll either come inside or in your mouth cus it will make a mess otherwise but even then like barely

Toa cums so much he can in fact get you pregnant in one shot and then some

Remember yall we on some kind of birth control alright😉🤐*wink wink* *nudge nudge*

Yall fucked quite a few(4+) rounds and he came inside everytime and yall ended up having a pregnancy scare, it ended up being a false alarm tho

and then cumming in your mouth… yall ever someone give you a waterfall but they pour too much in your mouth so you try to like drink it but you accidentally breath and start choking but you got half a bottle of water in your mouth you cant spit that shit out it'll make a mess so you kinda close your lips and use the water in your mouth to calm yourself down but ya airways is moist sure you ain't choking but it still feels like something wrong so you keep coughing

That's what it's like when Toa cums in your mouth.

Imagine choking and dying and when you go to the hospital you have to tell them you choked on semen💀💀

So yea you'd rather get mega creampied then die everytime Toas tip is on your tongue💀

Toa does cry during sex, you're 100% correct.

#toa qelsum #court of darkness #headcanons #tw smut #voltage inc #smut #18+ minors dni #Kay answers

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