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andraxicated · 10 months

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𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲

Pairings: Gojo x f! reader

a/n: this one's inspired by stargirl interlude because it had a chokehold on me since last year (also saw an art depicting the song like damn), might make a masterlist/event of these pieces that's inspired by explicit media hmm

gojo never knew why a person like you is working as one of his clan's maids. his six eyes sensed it the first time he saw you. the amount of cursed energy surging in your body is comparable to the average sorcerer. you already possess the minimum requirement to be qualified in jujutsu society, yet why are you here holding a tape measure and draping expensive fabric over his naked body?

satoru had to bite back a moan when your fingers ghosted over his stomach but the little sound he made didn't escape your ears. you momentarily stopped at his waistline, glancing up and making eye contact with your young master.

oh how you looked so delectable in satoru's eyes.

'so this is what you'd look like if you were sucking on my dick' he thought. and for someone who has the six eyes, his senses were on fire at that moment, something stirring in his pants with the strong flood of lust.

it was all because of your eyes that the sun glazed upon, lashes fluttering, and the cute questionable look on your face that appeared for a moment. then you got back to what you were doing as if nothing happened.

he noticed your shaky exhale though.

his member was growing beneath the kimono, looking up to the ceiling and biting his lip to control himself. but each touch on his body has him reeling as he suddenly let out a thunderous cough. your fingers froze in shock just at his knees.

satoru smacks his lips. "um-well I think that's enough for today. I'll just send the remaining measurements."

"yes young master" you reply as you immediately drew back and helped remove the kimono on his shoulders, satoru shrugging it off and putting his clothes back on.

he looks at you for a second. "I'll be back a few weeks later. Just in time for that old man's birthday." he says while wearing his shoes, his attention turning to scan your lowered body.

feeling the gaze of someone, you met his eyes once more. the inexplicable tension that lingered between the two of you filled the room. eyes speaking to each other amid the silence, attempting to know what the other was feeling.

then the six eyes sense someone approaching. satoru slides the door and exits without looking. one thing he noticed was your eyes, mesmerizing for some kind of reason. 'how do I describe it?' satoru asks himself, clutching his chin and letting his mind do the work.

he concludes that he found it to be full of life, a refreshing sight to look at amidst the dead eyes of the other servants.

he left you clenching the silk fabric, inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to hold back the pooling arousal. then how do you describe his gaze? you tell yourself satoru would never look at you like that but something inside you tells it was lustful.

gojo longed for you just as much to the point he's actually waiting for an old geezer's birthday party. counting the days 'til he sees you once more, to lock eyes and finally make a move on you—

"fuck" gojo groans, tapping his head to stop you from plaguing his thoughts. he's too damn busy saving the world to even think about a girl he just met. but he shivers in his seat when he remembers how you touched his body with your deft fingers and how ecstatic his heart gets that his dick responds by rising. is it too much to think about how good you'd be in bed?

in the quiet confine of his office, he began to pull his pants down while the hem of his shirt gets taken between his teeth, muffling the huffs of breath he makes. he's a moaner so of course he'll silence himself.

"oh fuck fuck fuck." he takes out his hard cock, wrapping his hand around it and hissing at the contact. satoru was supposed to say your name but he forgot to ask for it with the way his life being a sorcerer was hectic. nonetheless, he continues pumping up and down, closing his eyes and imagining it's your sweet pussy enveloping him. "you take me so good" satoru coos.

your quiet self turned into a cockdrunk whore would be his biggest fantasy, he'd be asking you if it'd hurt yet he'll go on anyway if you said yes coz he knows a good girl like you can take it. your kind always takes him the best.

a grin broke out on his face as he fists it faster, squeezing and tightening his hold like a real pussy would, imagining every filthy thing you'd do just to get him off. and that's where his mind created the idea of you masturbating to the thought of him too, touching yourself at your private quarters and craving to be filled with his cock.

it tips him off badly that his eyes squeezed shut beneath his blindfold, hips thrusting into his fist as his hand slides fast on the sensitive member until a muffled moan of "oh oh oh!" gets out at the same time as sticky white substance trickles out of the bulbous head.

he's so lost in his fantasy that he didn't have time to grab the tissue sitting nearby him. gojo sighs, looking at the mess he made on his hand, asking himself why is he pining so much for a nameless maid.

he then reaches for his phone, dialing a dreaded number and waiting for it to pick up. and when they did, he didn't bother listening to the greeting as it was cut off by his straightforward request.

"that maid who assisted me last time, assign her to me. i don't need a team of servants, just that girl is enough. i'll also be coming back to the estate sooner than I expected...what's her name again?"

said maid was getting herself busy at an ungodly hour. you were still so lost in your own orgasm that you just blankly stare at the wetness between your thighs. your kimono hiked up to your waist as you sit on your bed, flustered that you just did something dirty.

your shaky fingers try to touch the puffy folds again but you flinch at the slightest bit, wanting to enter once more to quench your thirst but you're too overstimulated at this point.

you plop back onto the bed, staring at the wooden ceiling and remembering the man who you thought about the whole time you were fingering yourself. masturbation clearly wasn't enough by the way you're immediately clenching your thighs.

"satoru~" you meekly whimper, testing how your tongue would pronounce his name if he's fucking you. and it had you squealing like a teenager with your pussy throbbing, toes curled, and feet kicking.

you needed the real deal. and luckily, both of you were waiting for the same thing.

it was finally the day of the birthday party, a garden one to which gojo scoffs at the pompous herd of people in the courtyard. he could destroy all of this in a flick of a finger but he decides not to spoil a dying man's last year because he has better things to do.

he trudges off to the renovated kitchen, designed to be modernized at his request, contrasting to the rest of the house. whistling with hands in his pockets, luckily, he sees you there decorating the cake of the day diligently. a wicked smile suddenly crept up his lips, tongue smoothing over as he approaches you, unable to conceal the giddy grin he was sporting.

"hey. didn't know you were quite the patissier." satoru leans on the counter, watching you push down the pipe filled with white cream to create decorative toppings. This innocent scene in front of him turns dirty thanks to his sick, perverted mind. You were just doing your job diligently yet it turns him on so much, his member was already painfully hard beneath his kimono.

He's doing his best not to whip it out and make you suck on it.

"do you need something, young master? i apologize that i cannot attend to you right now despite the arrangement. i was suddenly in charge of making the cake since it was-"

"they dumped this on you because they're too lazy to bake a fucking cake. you're getting picked on by the elders, shouldn't you be angry?" he asks and you don't reply as you're intently focused on the cake. one mistake and it could cost you your livelihood.

satoru sighs and passes a hand through his hair, looking at your figure fixated on your job. it looks like you have no reason to entertain this man any longer. "damn and I thought we were getting close" satoru said with false disappointment, watching your eyes slowly look at him and back to your work. he smirked, going around the corner of the counter and at your back where you could feel his large presence looming in, making you feel uneasy for you to suddenly have a shaky hand.

you could feel him closer, fear mixed in with anticipation and satoru senses that very well. he startles you by placing both of his hands on your hips. he also notices how the rise and fall of your chest quickened along with your heartbeat, he thinks it's cute for you to be so nervous around him.

"what happened? why don't you continue making the cake?"

you shook your head, trying to get his mental tricks out of your mind but his physical touch has you whipped. his slender fingers tease you by playing your body like a piano, moving upwards from your waist to settle at the underside of your breasts. your breath hitches, thighs clenching to form some kind of relief in this torture.

"answer me"

"I can't" You breathe out, feeling yourself about to either faint or cry.

"why not?"

"because you're touching me. it's not...appropriate."

satoru let out a "tsk" sound, suddenly wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder, wanting to take a peek at your face but you're not letting him. "then is it appropriate for you touch yourself at the thought of your employer? your young master?"

you don't even wonder how he knew that but your eyes got big and whipped your head to look at him, fearing his next choice of words or his criticism of your actions. you might actually get kicked out of the household and live in the streets.

the thought of having no roof above your head scares you that tears spring up to your eyes, throat constricting. satoru's hand move to wipe those tears away, a frown on his face when he saw you about to break down.

"what are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours? hmm?" he coos closer at you, prompting you to speak. you let a shaky breath first before looking at him intently, bowing down in regret as you apologize.

"I'm sorry, it was inappropriate and I'll make sure it won't happen again-"

"yeah, I'll be mad if I go to your room and find out you're touching yourself." You freeze at his words and satoru had to bite back a laugh at how much he's affecting you. you're just too damn cute, he wanted to pinch your cheeks and smother you with kisses but he'll have time for that later.

"you know why?" he asks directly at you as you shook your head not knowing where this conversation is going.

"because it means I'm not pleasuring you. so for you not to do that anymore, I need to touch you and show you that you need me to feel good. to satisfy that itch between your thighs."

he motions at your clenched thighs as embarrassment filled you. he was too straightforward with his dirty words. your nails dug into the counter, scared of the outcome yet at the same time excited.

"you've taken care of me since I arrived here, you're the only person I care about in this house. so let me be good to you (y/n)." he finally knows your name, and satoru considers himself to be incredibly whipped because out of all the names he knows, yours sound the best.

"w-what are you doing?" you ask, feeling him press his growing member on your butt, rubbing and letting out soft mewls that went straight to your ear. he began grinding upwards with a roll of his body as if getting off on your clothed figure alone. but satoru was a greedy man and he wasn't going to settle for your held-back moans and untouched cunt. he wants you fucked up—dumb, incoherent, cock-hungry—on the kitchen counter with a chance of being seen, dripping with his precious seed that's supposed to be given to a woman with a better pedigree.

"prepping you" he replies.

and the thought of giving out blood pressure and heart attacks by indulging in you gets him all giddy. it's a total win for him when he suddenly rips your kimono with his bare hands, catching you off guard with your wide eyes and open mouth, quickly slipping his tongue in and molding for a french kiss.

it burned your desire even further as you tilt your head upward to get a better taste of him. your inexperienced technique was no match for his skills and gojo smiled when he realizes how sloppy of a kisser you are, loving the sweet taste of innocence on his tongue.

his lips felt plump against yours as is your folds that his long fingers are ghosting over. he then cups it, making you pull out of the kiss yet he attaches his lips over yours again, rendering you breathless.

"be quiet. wouldn't want someone to see this won't you?" he teases as he rips your clothing even further. the stretches of fabric hurt your ears as your whimpers of disapproval were long buried in his mouth.

you were then left naked and cold despite the warmth he was giving by pressing his body onto you, eliminating any space that his bulge sticks to your ass too much. satoru notices this and decides it was time for you to get all sweaty and messy. he has to fuck you right then and there as his dick decides.

the tip of his fingers prods your hole slowly, whispering sweet nothings as you squirm about how it was too big and long. gojo wanted to scoff at that and say something mean but he figured he should be good to you as you are to him.

"look at you, good girl. taking my finger so well, it's better than yours isn't it?" he nuzzles his nose at your neck, biting and sucking at the skin as he adds another finger to which you scream, finding the penetration of two fingers a bit too much. he doesn't even care if you make noise anymore. gojo firmly believes that you shouldn't be holding back moans when you're feeling good during sex, that's why he's going to unravel the slut inside you slowly at a time.

"no, satoru! take it out i'm too stuffed!" you held his wrist to push it away but it doesn't budge one bit. he smirks at how cute you are trying to overpower him and he pushes them deeper, watching you let out a loud moan.

"you called me satoru, i like it. but how are you going to take my cock when a mere finger is too much for you? huh?" he taunts, massaging your walls and pulling out to rip a whine out of you.

"i can take it! i can take your cock!" you suddenly exclaim and satoru takes it as a cue to start pulling it out of its confines.

"why the sudden change of heart?" the hard member twitches in his hand, leaking precum, begging to feel the warmth of your walls, and satoru hisses once he aligns the tip to your hole that's comparingly smaller. "answer my fucking question slut"

he's gonna fucking destroy you and both of you know it.

"owh!" his large hand met your ass, making you jolt in surprise before you reply. "coz it feels good when something's inside me" your voice went smaller with each word that gojo almost didn't quite catch what you were saying, but he did and it rose a smile on his face.

"i love honest girls" he says and pushes in with one quick thrust, opening your cunt wide open and devouring every space inside you, filling you to the brim with a sweep that has your mind reeling. gojo feels insanely thick inside you, giving pain with pleasure that has your pussy pulsing, evoking a low moan from him as he bit your neck.

"ah! ahhh! satoru~" you moan as he starts to move but you're too tight around him that it takes all of his willpower not to slam you on the counter and use you like a fleshlight.

"sweetheart, you're a virgin?" he pants, stopping his movements to let you adjust and feel what it's like to cockwarm. you nod at him shyly and he kisses your cheek then your lips, breaking off the heated exchange with a pinch to your nipple. "you just get so much better. i think i'm in love with you"

gojo then starts to pull out only to rut inside you like an animal, bumping you against the counter that your nails dig and scratch painfully on the flat surface, loosely holding onto the edge for dear life as you scream with each penetration of his big cock.

"satoru! y-you're too much I'm gonna break! aw! oh!" he only laughs at your moans while gripping your hips, giving him good control of how he wants your body to be. he could honestly go worse than this, he could be merciless and not care about your limits but for your first time he'll take it easy on you.

"lift your ass, give me a good arch sweetheart." gojo instructs and you follow, sticking your ass out for him as he pumps in deeper, hitting your sweet spot like he couldn't stop. you could even hear how sexy his moans are along with his balls slapping against you.

"y'know I like sweets"

"what?" you spoke out of confusion and he suddenly swipes a finger on the icing, poking the soft texture deep enough to destroy it, bits and pieces crumbling down in front of you like how hours of effort have been in vain.

you could care less but your heart still dropped, kinda hurt how you made it all pretty only to be destroyed by gojo with a swish of his hand.

he cooed at how your expression looked sad yet he dismissed it by fucking you harder, thinking somehow the pleasure will win you over. "it's just a fucking cake to them. they won't appreciate your efforts no matter what you do, so don't bother."

"i know-" you were supposed to say more but gojo's hand suddenly shoved icing into your mouth, filling it with his large fingers to shut you up yet the skin slapping was no means quiet.

"there's—ohhh! ah~ a—a person coming. they must be looking for me" gojo tries to make coherent sentences between moans, too lost in the feeling of your cunt spasming on him and letting him ease his cock in. your virgin pussy was too good for that it secretly had his eyes rolling back onto his head, the tips of his ears red along with his flush cheeks.

gojo takes his fingers out of your mouth, letting you breathe so you don't black out. "t-then stop! we'll get caught!" you tap his arm, trying to get him off you but you only push him deeper from behind, making him moan.

he may not care about what happens when you get caught because he's always going to be off the hook, yet you know it won't end nicely for a maid like you. fear crept into your body as your shaky eyes could only wait for the figure to come in and see you debauched.

"i'll try to be quiet too" satoru's other hand went over to the cake once more, swiping the white cream to be put at the top of your sensitive peaks. you shiver at the cold sticky feeling. "ready? his head rests on your shoulder and looks up grinning with his blindfolded eyes.

"i wanna see you satoru. take off the blindfold." you whisper and satoru gives a cheeky smile before doing what you wanted.

it was the prettiest shade of blue you've ever seen. like a rare diamond that you would love to stare at forever because it's yours. pulling you in deeper until the only thing you're thinking about is him.

"looks like someone's forgetting who's in charge" gojo whispers back amidst your lovestruck gaze at him. he was used to that kind of gaze thrown at him but there's something different about yours that he wishes he was the only one who receives it.

gojo clears his throat, embarrassingly got lost in your eyes, and had a little daydream of his own. he smiles and looks at the icing melting on your boobs. "oops! gotta clean them up!" he giddily attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, licking and toying them around with his tongue as his way of being quiet. he pinches the other one and pulls, squeezing the mounds to make it harder for you to keep quiet.

you had your eyes shut as gojo was busy sucking on your nipple, addicted to watching your face morph into pleasure and the feeling of your softness between his teeth. he gave kisses to both of the mounds, lapping the area around them while he was thrusting at a slow yet deep pace, one that elicits sobs from you each time he plunges back.

"satoru-! i'm-hmph! ohhhh i-ahhhh" you were beginning to tighten like crazy. as you started reciprocating his thrusts and gojo knew you had to feel him rough to get off. he was very reluctant to leave those peaks, giving them a long final suck before cupping both of them to return to his proper position facing your back.

he was close too, he could feel it coming, he could feel you too.

and so his cock pulls out at an agonizing pace to switch to pounding you into the counter. staccato moans came out from your lips and you had to cover both hands over your mouth to keep it. gojo didn't like that and decided it was time to reveal the little game he played just to taste your titties.

"it's okay, be loud as much as you want. they're in the courtyard having some fun" he says, fixated on your ass jiggling with each thrust, your walls constricting against his cock and that spongy spot he keeps hitting like a goal.

the loud chorus of the happy birthday song began to echo with so many guests outside and it just made you remember how disrespectful you were being, getting fucked by the young master with the sun still out, nonetheless in a space that anyone could walk into.

"i can't!" you choked out words the best you can and satoru scoffed at how ridiculous you were being. he just wanted to hear your fucking moans, wanted to hear how good he makes you feel. if this rhythm isn't enough then he starts to go hard befitting of his stamina, successfully ripping a scream out of you.

he laughed, pushing his slick-covered cock in. "listen, there was no one around in the first place, sweetheart. you don't think i planned out all of this to fuck you in the kitchen just for someone to come ruin it?" each snap of his hips makes you lose your mind, letting him take you from behind as you scramble to organize your thoughts about what he just said. you wanted to look back at him and ask why did he do all of this but the feeling of his large cock surrenders you to him.

"s-stop! ahhh! it-it's coming!" you feel a wave of pleasure washing over you, coming from your center that's still accommodating his girth. it was different than when you do it yourself, it hit hard like a truck that released all your pent-up sexual frustrations, bringing you to a state of clarity yet making you limp like a lifeless ragdoll that's waiting for its owner to stop playing. especially, your poor legs that stand on so little strength.

your arms gave up with your head and laid flat against the counter, not knowing when was this going to stop because your pussy feels incredibly sore each time he slams in. gojo then began to whine like a bitch, saying things about how you're so tight and he's so lucky to get to feel your pussy first. not that anyone will come next.

"fuck fuck!-(y/n)! ohhhh i-i'm coming! take it you fucking slut!" he groans, surprising you by pinching your clit and swirling his hand around your pussy, thrusting with his ass clenched so hard that you actually think the cockhead knocked on your womb with the way you lurched forward for the final time.

"happy birthday to me...feels like my fucking birthday." he mutters to himself, spilling his warm seed deep inside you, watching some of it begin to spurt out despite still keeping you plugged. he wanted to plant himself inside you as a claim of territory, making it clear to you and everyone that from now on, you're his.

"i feel full" you babble and relish at the feeling of being blessed by the gojo heir's seed, some of it already trickling down your thighs. "so tired. feels like I'm going to pass out"

and you did pass out from the fatigue of waking up early to learn a recipe for nothing—and from getting railed on the countertop for the first time.

this won't be the last time as gojo's keeping you for himself. he never wanted anything from this household except for you, his handmaid. so he's gonna call ijichi for a ride, get someone to pack your stuff, and keep you nice and warm in the comfort of his own home.

he's taking you to jujutsu high not for the reason of actually making you useful with your cursed energy. you're way too pretty to fight ugly curses anyway. and he's pretty sure, you would love to have your life turn around and become a princess, his princess.

after all, it was his handmaiden's fantasy.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Am I the asshole for calling a (now ex-) mutual a stingy asshole?

So to start, I (NB20) am in a pretty rough situation, I'm facing homelessness soon, transphobia at home and work and my hours have been getting cut resulting in me making even less money that can sustain me. I have a toyhou.se forum post up stating I have emergency commissions open to help me out and to please support me if you can. This is where the situation begins. I have a mutual on toyhou.se who I'll call Apple (MTF22) I talk to sometimes to the point I'd say we are friends, not super close but friends nonetheless. She made a bulletin telling people about my commissions and to please comm me if they could which I'm very grateful for since I did get a few customers from her because of that. The thing is, a few weeks later, she made a bulletin talking about how happy she was so many commissions she bought were finished around the same time and posted all of them with the artists tagged in the post. It was honestly... quite a few, I'm talking like 9 pieces of art of her fursona and even a custom vtuber model she got of her sona. I was going to reply all happy for her, but it made me think... how much did she spend on those commissions?? So I went through all the artists socials to find their commission prices and came to a total of fucking $385!!! More than half of my current goal I'm trying to make through commissions to stay out of homelessness!! So I messaged Apple saying since I saw she bought a few commissions if she was interested in buying a comm from me. She replies saying "Ohh! I'd love to <333 but im just not in a place to buy any more comms right now :< sorry >.<!!" So I casually reply really? because it seems like your in the perfect place to help me out after already spending over $300 in commissions. She tells me she's sorry and really wishes someone would be able to help me out but she just wasn't that interested in my art or a custom to which I tell her she could've easily donated to my ko-fi which I have always had since she clearly has money to spend? To this, she straight up IP blocks me. So still fucking annoyed, I vented in a discord server I share with a few friends from being in a few shared CS together, saying how annoying it is rich assholes like her would drop half a thousand for a picture of their fursona but don't even blink twice at their so called friends. anyway, one of my friends takes a look at Apples th profile and notices she has a new bulletin up and sends me a screenshot, but anways the bulletin reads like "hey!! just saying, but please dont come into my dms acting like you know my financial situation better than i do, just because i buy a lot of commissions doesnt mean im made of money! and please dont think that me commisioning artist 1 means i hate artist 2? thats so weird, thanks!!!!!" and seeing all their subscribers just kissing her ass pissed me off so i made my own bulletin that just stated "i thought it was pretty fucking weird to know how bad ur friend's situation was and to go buy a bunch of comms instead of buying a comm from or even throwing a buck to help me out? like yeah im gonna think i know ur situation better than u, you stingy fuck!!!" Anyway, she mustve been block evading (which I reported her for) since she unblocked me, took a screenshot of my bulletin, then went on about how she lived in an abusive household; her dad had thrown her into a sink and chipped her tooth, bruised half her face and scarred it pretty badly. She bought a bunch of commissions immediately afterwards in a panic to make herself feel better, paying everything with her savings. Which to me.. isn't an excuse. Ive been hit and abused and still found scraps of money to pull together to give to mutuals who need it and Ive been bumping my own post like crazy and she had literal weeks to donate or comm me. Not to mention Ive had exmutuals of hers come to me saying that shes never donated anything to them either despite advertising their posts but always had money for plushies, comms and other crap, meaning Im not alone in thinking shes a stingy asshole. This is getting long, so here, tumblr AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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svt-nari · 5 months

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cheolri jealous moments !

mainly cheol getting sulky when nari’s attention is on someone else.

nari’s birthday live !

nari was celebrating sitting on a table, in front of a decorated wall full of pictures of her, flowers, ballons and messages from her members. she had a cute little smile on her face and a cute “birthday girl” tiara on her head. her cake was butterfly shaped, with candles and a cute “our nabi day”.

she was radiant and really excited, babbling about her day to everyone. she even got the members to join the live, most of them commenting their birthday wishes to the young woman.

“they’ve been so nice to me, i got lots of gifts today!”, she said all excited, getting up to gather whatever she could of her gifts.

“so, jeonghanie, shua and kwanie sent me a huge bouquet and a breakfast basket today.”, she held them up, smiling at the camera. “hao made a beautiful painting for me.”, she proudly showcased the art hanging on her apartment’s wall. “and coupsie gave me a necklace!”

“junie, wonu, hoshi and woozi surprised me with lots of plushies and took me out for lunch today.”, she showed her phone to the live, a picture of the plushies on the screen. “also, dino took me to the stores and bought a bracelet to me, look!”, she showed her wrist to the camera, the silver piece glimmering on the camera.

“vernon bought me a new lego set too.”, she held the box up, smiling brightly. “i’ll probably build it with him! ah, kyeom and gyu also tagged along witn dino and i, they got me this bag and keychain – from gyu – and a new set of sanrio mystery boxes from seokminie! i’m gonna open them with you right now!”, she showed the six boxes to the camera, all which held mysterious collectible figures inside.

as nari started to open them, she also got back to reading the comments. most of the carats being excited and matching her enthusiasm with her gifts, though, some held the same question as cheol.

— hey! show my gift too 🥺

nari immediately laughed, cooing because of the emoji as she could picture her boyfriend’s pouting face.

“am i allowed to?”, she questioned, looking at the staff. they shrugged, so she took the item out of her shirt’s collar. “cheolie got me this beautiful necklace that i talked about…”

she got closer so the camera could see, a small ‘s+n’ engraved on it. the pendant was heart shaped, with a little diamond craved on the top. she had a shy grin on her face as she showed it, the comments going so fast that she couldn’t keep up with them.

— that’s better 😚 thanks

she just laughed, singing “jealousy coupsie” in a playful way.

the hug incident !

as the second day of the ‘be the sun’ tour in seoul happened, at the never-ending ‘aju nice’, nari and the members kept on jumping around with the crowd. they were interacting and taking pictures, some doing fan service and laughing as carats went crazy.

nari and mingyu were next to each other, with him shaking her by the shoulders while nari faced the audience with a fake annoyed expression – which turned in giggles in a matter of seconds. then, gyu grabbed her arm so they could jump together, the girl almost not being able to catch up with him due to the height difference.

as she grew tired, nari made a heart with him to which the hyper puppy almost immediately responded with the other half. she smiled and hugged the boy’s neck as he bent to her level, quickly skipping away from him to find another member.

the moments was displayed on the big screen, the crowd cheering louder. the other members watched it to see what made them so happy, chuckling when they saw the duo’s interaction. though, one of them had a big pout on his face and turned to the girl with a big scowl when she approached him.

“go hug the big puppy!”, he said, turning away from her, leaving a dumbfounded nari standing with her arms open and a disbelieving expression on her face. seokmin – who saw the whole thing – just laughed and hugged the girl, laughing even more when cheol hugged jun out of pettiness, all while looking at nari with his tongue showing.

nari x vogue !

nari had recently done a photoshoot with vogue and, to promote it, she took some backstage pictures to post after the release of the magazine. she had a beautiful no-straps white bra with a beige blazer and matching skirt, the underwear’s band appearing from the skirt’s waistband.

she posed in various positions, some more provocative and others more laid-back – getting hair and makeup done, doing silly faces and all. one in particular got everyone in a frenzy; nari on her knees with the blazer hanging from her shoulder and her head tilted to the side.

the moment the pictures were posted on her instagram, nari immediately got thousands of comments and likes, the post quickly becoming one of her most famous instagram posts.

though, not only the pictures were a reason for this post to go viral – no, the comment seungcheol left just added more fuel to the fire.

‘sound_of_coups i already saw it, you can delete it now 🥰’

the boys teased him endlessly for that, coups getting so flustered that he ended up deleting his comment instead.

play promotions !

nari was having her first ever solo music bank interview. she was being interviewed alongside enhypen and kept on smiling adoringly at the boys’ direction whenever they would speak. she was also having fun laughing at chaemin’s face whenever eunchae would tease him.

at some point though, ni-ki got off-frame to get something, quickly coming back with a beautiful bouquet just as heeseung stopped talking.

“we got a bouquet of flower to our nabi-noona.”, he held them towards her, his ears getting red as she got the bouquet from him and pinched his cheeks. “congrats on your solo debut, fighting!”

as he got back to place, yumi could be seen whispering “coups-nim is so gonna talk about it” to sunoo.

a few minutes later, a very sad seungcheol started to rant on weverse. people found it hilarious, he was so sulky just because nari pinched the boy’s cheek.

‘will i have to be in another group to be treated like that? i also sent her flowers 😶’

to which, hours later, nari responded with a picture of her pinching coups’ cheek and him smiling adorably to the camera, her expression being of a – fake – fed up person.

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flare-the-freak · 3 months

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Made a fix it JJK au bc sillies! So here's some random silly things :3

I post more goofy stuff on my friend's and I's JJK server! I'll drop the invite below ;)

The only reason this somehow happens is because Toji gets paid MORE by Gojo, so he gets a salary by Gojo and ends up more in an uncle position with Megumi and Tsumaki! More in depth is Gojo helps Toji get back on his feet, and actually chooses to yoink Megumi and Tsumaki so they doesn't get stuck with the Zen'in

Suguru DOESN'T defect, but still hates non sorcerers, and sometimes rants to Gojo about how he wishes he could just- implode them! Non-sorcerers tend to avoid Suguru since he sometimes talks about this in public

Curses are actually integrated into society! There's two "types" of curses that you can encounter. The Normal curses we know (Animalistic, runs on fear as fuel, extremely dangerous and tend to kill a ton of people) or "Humanoid" curses, IE Jogo, Hanami, Mahito, etc! Non-sorcerers can see both breeds, however usually only interact with Humanoids!

Yuji, Sukuna, Choso, and Kenjaku (in Ms. Itadori's (does she have a name?) body) all live together. Kenjaku never gets in possession of Geto's body (since he doesn't die) and Sukuna is an elder brother to Yuji, but younger to Choso. Same abilities but toned down

Sukuna is a third year at Jujutsu Tech

Choso is in college, studying the fine arts

Kenjaku is a single mom. She's not the greatest in this, but damn it he's trying! (and genderfluid)

Gojo and Geto teach at JJK tech. Gojo even got Toji a job there!

Rainbow comes back! No one realized curses can reform and keep it's memories, or it's just a special case..but she's back! She found Gojo once when he was on a mission, she very clearly wasn't tethered to Geto anymore, but still clung to Gojo like a giant cat. She shrank herself down to the size of a big dog and followed him home

Gojo and Geto now have Rainbow in their house, Megumi was so mad (Curses don't need to eat though, thankfully. She keeps shredding his bed with her nails though.)

Speaking of Megumi, him and Sukuna have known each other awhile, and Sukuna tries to wing man him AND Yuji (He hates watching them pathetically flirt. It makes him so mad)

Sukuna came home with face tattoos (inspired by a JJK art piece I saw will tag once I find!) after being dared by his friends to get them while drunk. Kenjaku grounded him for 3 months. Anytime someone asks, now Sukuna says it's part of his cursed technique.

oh whoops! dropped some ocs in there! shout out to @notagremlim

for their sona Grem who I've traumatized beyond repair using Toji! GREMJI BRAINROT TIME! <3

Grem and Toji were married, until Toji got involved with some dumb shit and divorced his husband as Toji didn't want them involved. Grem was...not happy when Toji came back. Refused to talk to him for like- 3 months. Toji was like a pathetic cat, and Gojo was not great advice considering bro was a teen dad and still traumatized from getting mauled!

Speaking of getting mauled, Itadori meets Megumi through Sukuna, who had to come pack for a trip and Megumi (against his will) is forced to come with! Gojo wanted Megumi to have experience on the battlefield against the "feral curses" (Geto isn't happy.) And Itadori...man bro is GONE. Even Kenjaku is raising a brow. Megumi summoned the divine dogs to take care of some curses terrorizing some little kids, and Yuji is like "Oh shit! He's handsome and is a dog person?" Sukuna decides to take Yuji with, who then figures out his cursed technique is....well throwing hands. Pretty much canon stuff there but without Sukuna's abilities and the fingers.

Curses are extremely abundant, with humanoid ones actually helping to exorcise the feral ones. Mahito is a bit of a menace though and Jogo and Hanami are just there to keep him in check

Gojo sometimes works overtime to make sure Geto has time off in case he noticed Geto spiraling

(Suguru has to bring this up when Gojo was gone for a week, came home, and immediately collapsed all six eyes out. And yes. He has a legit six eyes here, it's just he hides it with cursed energy! But when he's super excited about something or REALLY tired they pop out, or if he just- is relaxing at home.)

Server join below ;)

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awakentheeldritchabomination · 9 days

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The Thing About Redesigns, Rewrites, and Reimagines…

(Part I: Broader Discourse)

To those of you who’ve been keeping tabs or maybe seen my posts floating around the tag, you might recall me mentioning that I felt a bit of hesitancy toward the prospect of joining in on the recent wave of redesign/rewrite content. In the more likely scenario that you haven’t or do not know what the crap I’m talking about, that’s fine lol. Understandable. It was a little thing I had written into my first rewrite/redesign post about Charlie. In a short aside, I explained that it was because I’d felt “bad about tinkering with someone else’s work like this”, and then I’d left it at that. So… yeah. Why am I bringing it up now?

Well, I don’t think I need to tell you that this fandom is… a lot. Y’know people have been talking…discourse is being had… heated, moral arguments are being hurled left and right. And in light of all the growing, reactionary accusations, I…found myself starting to feel bad again.

My initial issue, the reason why I didn’t immediately jump to sharing my ideas was that, for all her faults, I empathize with Viv as a creator and didn’t want to feel like I was disrespecting her, her characters, and her vision by reworking it to suit my own. I had frustrations and criticisms, but I never wanted to make it seem like I was trying to ‘fix’ her work or her style. I really didn’t want to be one of those pretentious dipsh*ts (the kind that take a piece of art, digest it through their own preferences and biases, then spit it back in the artist’s face with a, “There. I made it better”). In the end, I went through with it because I had a small hyperfixation and a tendency to project my own issues onto characters I love (I’m sure some of y'all can relate). And also, I was having fun. But… then more discourse poured in, and I saw all the concerns I expressed reflected in the arguments presented by other fans and artists.

And well… That made me feel like I was doing something wrong, like perpetuating and becoming the exact problems I had wanted to fight against. So, I took a step back. I reevaluated.

Now, I have thoughts (shocker!).

And they are conflicted.

On one hand I agree with the idea that redesigns/rewrites are not inherently bad or disrespectful things when it comes to productions like Hazbin since Viv is not a small creator with no power. She and her team have ultimate authority over the show’s events, and those plans will not be derailed by what is basically some random tumblr artist’s fanart/fanfiction.

In regards to the critical side of things, that kinda comes with consuming and digesting the messages and presentation of a work of art. Ideally, it should get people to discuss in this capacity, especially when it deals with such sensitive subject matter as Hazbin does (and especially when it is executed with evidently problematic notions which do bleed into the designs at times).

Still, I do think this trend can be disrespectful if the intention and presentation are made with an aggressive holier-than-thou attitude which explicitly seeks to one-up the creator. Though I understand where it comes from, I think that can be just straight, undiluted maliciousness with a generous helping of pretentious, self-appointed superiority. And I don’t think it’s necessary to pick apart the style itself. You don’t have to like it, of course, but I feel like stating your preference for one way of drawing over another and asserting it as if it were some objective truth antagonizes the entire point of individual artistic expression and personal taste. Criticize the lack of diversity (something which, I’d like to add, is not actually unique to Hazbin) and potentially problematic aspects, but not the style. Even then, it’s important to be constructive not destructive.

That being said, I don’t expect everyone to agree with me (especially if anyone who’s a die-hard fan finds this) Whether you do or not is on you, and that’s okay.

This is more a snippet of my thoughts than a fully developed rant. I just wanted to share where I’m at right now. There will be a part 2 to this expanding some of my feelings while also outlining where I might go from here because things are going on in my head, and I don’t actually know whether I will continue or not with this project. Right now, it feels like it’s drifting toward a more original direction (Charlie feels like an entirely different yet vaguely similar character and dang it I’m attached…It’s kinda weird lol) so….anyway—I digress.

Thank you for reading.

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin rewrite

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m-jelly · 1 year

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Hi! I have a request, I hope it doesn't make it difficult for you. Imagine like reader is Armin's older sister (have about 10 years gap) and she dates Levi about 5 years already, and she's in Survey Corps too. Just some headcanons between them, maybe Armin thinks that now he has benefits and privileges among another, but this is not the case. Just write whatever you want, Armin and reader have good siblings relationship btw🥰.Englisch isn't my native language, sorry for mistakes.

@kenkopanda-art <3

Armin's sister

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Canon AU, romance, fluff, being a couple, Armin is your younger brother.

Concept: Armin arrives at the scout base and can't wait to see you, his sister. However, while hunting for you he sees you in a passionate moment with a famous Captain. Armin confronts you about your relationship so you tell him about your five-year love. Armin asks if this means he can have benefits, but you break the news to him that he has to work like everyone else.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @youre-ackermine @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @demosimp6

Armin smiled as his friends chatted with each other. He gazed fondly at them now everyone had a deeper bond due to the plugging of the hole in the wall. He liked that he was together again with his friends and that they could all fight together.

He was excited to see his friends who'd arrived before him. Eren had been here for a while while he was training. The person he was most excited to see was you, his wonderful sister who had done everything possible to help him. After the deaths of your parents and grandparents, you had paid for everything and helped Armin through his childhood. You had become a parent to him. He just wanted to see you again.

He bumped into the tall Mike and cleared his throat. "Sir? I'm looking for my sister." He gave your name. "Have you seen her?"

Mike smirked and snorted. "In the woods. Just follow the path and then go right when you reach the oak with flower offerings. Keep going and you'll find her in a nice little spot."

"Thank you." He bowed and hurried along to the path Mike mentioned.

He walked into the woods and stopped at the large oak with flower offerings and people's names. Armin was sure this was a remembrance tree. He bowed to the tree before hurrying to the right just as he was told. He smiled softly as he thought about seeing you again and giving you a hug. He hadn't seen you in over a month because you'd been busy on missions.

Armin looked up to you. You were a researcher for the scouts and were incredible at evasion of titans and observing their activities. You were the lead researcher for the scouts and the new reports and findings coming out about titans were all thanks to you. He wanted to work with you.

He stopped a moment when he saw you walking with someone. He perked up and grinned at seeing you again. He paused a moment when the person with you grabbed you and slammed you against the tree making you giggle.

Armin blushed hard when he watched Captain Levi press you against the tree. Levi leaned closer to you and whispered something making you laugh a little as you blushed. Armin gasped when Levi kissed you passionately. He stumbled back and hid behind a tree when the Captain started pulling your shirt out from your trousers.

Armin put his hands to his face and spied through his fingers. Levi pushed his hand under your shirt and slowly moved his hand up your soft warm skin. Armin turned away when he saw hips moving together. He ran off and went back to the oak.

Armin sat by the flowers and the names of lost scouts as he tried to piece together what he just saw. He couldn't believe he just caught his sister with the famous Captain Levi. He was a bit scared that this would mean Levi could become his brother-in-law at some point. He only knew scary things about Levi.

He started to worry about you. He was wondering if the Captain was treating you right. He saw what Levi did to Eren in the courtroom, so he was so scared of what he would be doing to you. However, Levi did seem to be very loving and you were very welcoming of the touch and kisses.

"Armin?"

Armin flinched when he heard your delicate voice. He looked up to see you standing there with Levi next to you and both of your cheeks were flushed. He said your name and gave you a small smile.

You grinned and crouched down next to him. "So, you chose the scouts, huh?"

Armin nodded shyly. "I umm...I wanted to be with you. I wanted to umm...I wanted to be useful like you are."

You poked his cheek. "You are very useful. You're super smart so you'll help so many people." You offered your hand to him. "Stand up and give your big sister a hug."

Armin let you yank him to his feet and then wrap your arms around him. He hugged you back and fought tears. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You let him go and smiled. "You look so cute in your scout uniform." You hummed a laugh. You gasped and placed your hand on Levi's lower back. "I want to introduce you to someone very important to me."

Levi blushed hard at your words. He whined a bit. "Tch, cute brat."

You hummed a laugh and smiled at Armin. "This is Captain Levi. I should have told you sooner, but a lot has happened and well...I was planning a nice little afternoon tea date to tell you. Anyway, Levi and I have been dating for five years. Levi, this is my brother I told you about, Armin."

Levi offered his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Armin fumbled a little before shaking Levi's hand. "N-Nice to meet you t-too."

"I uh...I really...uhh." Levi cleared his throat. "I am deeply in love with your sister, so don't worry I am looking after her. I know you saw what I did in the court, but I would never do that to your sister. I was just proving that Eren doesn't lose control. I'm sorry if I came across as a bad person."

You rubbed Levi's back. "He's a good man and I love him too."

Armin nodded. "I understand. I'm happy for you both." He grinned brightly. "You look good together."

Levi let out a long sigh. "You have to keep us quiet though, okay? We've gotten approval from your commander, Erwin and we have declared it, but we don't want the cadets losing their shit over this."

You smiled softly. "Levi's right. Just keep it a bit quiet."

Armin bowed. "I swear."

Levi pointed. "I'll walk ahead of you both so you can catch up. I'll see you in my office?"

You leaned over and kissed his cheek making him blush hard. "See you in your office."

Levi grumbled and walked ahead. "Tch, damn cute girlfriend."

You giggled as you watched him go. You turned to Armin and smiled. "So, you moved in yet?"

"Yeah." Armin sighed. "I like it here. I made sure everything was moved in and then I came running to see you."

You put your arm over his shoulders. "I'm so proud of you for passing the training. You had a rough graduation. I can't believe you had to help plug the hole in the wall!" You pulled him close and ruffled his hair. "You're so cool!"

Armin laughed at your actions then blushed when Levi glanced back. "So...you're serious?"

You released him. "Serious?"

"You and the Captain."

You laughed a little as your heart fluttered. "Yes. We've talked about the future together and everything. We want to get married, but we agreed we'd talk to you and make sure you're settled before we take things further."

Armin nodded and hummed as he thought for a moment. "So, does this mean I'll be treated differently?"

You frowned a little. "What do you mean?"

"W-well, you're the Captain's girlfriend and I'm your brother. So, I was wondering if it would mean things would change for me or I'll get different treatment."

You stopped on the path and turned to Armin. "You'll get treated like everyone else. Just because I'm with Levi doesn't mean I get special treatment or less treatment. When you date a fellow soldier, you have to sign a declaration of it and a confirmation that you will not let the relationship change the way you work. I get no political or work benefit from dating Levi. I date him because I love him." You looked over at Levi to see he'd stopped and was leaning against a tree. You smiled as he kept looking over at you. "He's so sweet and he just gets me."

Armin looked over at Levi, then back at you. "I can see the love. I was just simply asking."

You looked down at Armin. "Were you wanting a benefit?"

"N-No, I was asking about the protocol."

You ruffled his hair. "You're a cute kid. The only benefit to you is Levi will happily be like a father or brother to you." You placed your hands on Armin's shoulder and squeezed. "Give him a chance, please. I know your first time really seeing him was in the courtroom, but he truly is a wonderful man. He just struggles with words sometimes."

Armin smiled. "I understand. I look forward to getting to know him."

You kissed Armin's forehead. "Good lad. Now, I better catch up to Levi before he starts pouting more." You hurried over to Levi as you pulled Armin along. "I have an idea!"

Levi held your hand. "Mm? What is it?"

"How about us three have a nice afternoon tea like I planned. I think it'll be good."

"I'd be happy to do that."

Armin nodded in agreement. "Me too."

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drarrypotterrenaissance · 2 years

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One of a Kind Collection

The other day, @phoebe-delia said that she could use a cheer up, and since she is such a delightful and dear part of this fandom I wanted to give her something fluffy. So, Phoebe, I know we haven't really talked or anything, but you are wonderful and I hope that things are looking up for you! Enjoy this silly bit of fluff! 💜

Read on ao3 - Rated T, 2.2k words

Inspired by art from carolina-star and the comment/tags left by @coffeedrgn87, with a huge thank you to @wecanthavenicethingx for the beta!

Draco Malfoy didn’t collect Chocolate Frog Cards. There was simply no reason to. After all, he had access to countless books on the famous wizards and witches who were featured on the cards, and his library was far more detailed than a tiny piece of chocolate-smudged cardboard. So, like any reasonable adult, whenever he ate a Chocolate Frog, he threw the card away.

Expect for when it was Potter’s face blinking back up at him.

Draco could never bring himself to throw away any of the Frog Cards featuring The Chosen One. If asked, he would explain that he owed Potter for saving his life, that as a former Death Eater he couldn’t be seen to be doing anything that might appear to be a slight to The Saviour, that it was just odd luck that Potter’s cards never made it to a trash bin, or that he felt strange throwing away a picture of someone he knew. Thankfully, no one had ever asked. Most likely, because no one knew.

There were two cards shoved nearly all the way behind the coffee maker on the kitchen counter, and another three in the junk drawer. There was one on top of the fridge, and two more in a pocket of the coat hanging just inside the door to his flat. At least five or six more were scattered under the couch, plus two stuffed beneath the cushions, and three quickly moved from the coffee table to behind the teley-visor when Pansy had paid a surprise visit. Perhaps worst of all, there were seven in the drawer of Draco’s bedside table, although he felt that those should only present a convincing case in favor of his predilection for eating chocolate before bed, and nothing other than that.

It was a somewhat precarious system, leaving such incriminating evidence out until someone arrived unexpectedly and then shoving them under the nearest objects, and far messier than any other part of Draco’s life, but it was fine. At least, it was until Andromeda came through the Floo with Teddy in tow asking Draco if he wouldn’t mind watching him, just for an hour, I’ll be back soon and he’s already eaten lunch and had his snack so he’ll probably just want to play quietly or take a nap on the couch, thank you so much. And the door had hardly closed behind her, and Draco had hardly had time to sigh in resignation, before a tiny voice behind him cheered “Uncle Harry!”

Whipping around, Draco saw, to his horror, Teddy’s delighted face grinning up at him over the three Chocolate Frog Cards clutched in his chubby little fist, recently pulled out from behind the teley-visor.

“Yes,” Draco tried, in his most placating tone, “that is your Uncle Harry. Very clever, Edward! Now, shall we put those back where you found them?”

It was a futile attempt. The words were barely out of his mouth before Teddy was diving towards the sofa, another triumphant cry of Uncle Harry! ringing in the air. If Draco hadn’t been so concerned for the state of his certainly-not-an-obsession, he would have been delighted to note that Teddy apparently had the keen eyesight and attention to detail befitting a Seeker. As it was, however, Draco’s life was quickly spiraling into what could easily become an embarrassing situation. (Only because of how the circumstance would appear though, not because it actually was embarrassing! After all, he had good reasons for keeping all of Potter’s Chocolate Frog Cards, truly, and he would certainly be able to remember at least one of them when Andromeda inevitably asked.)

The afternoon was a disaster. Teddy spent the hour his grandmother was gone in a state of ecstasy, discovering Frog Cards even Draco had forgotten about, and chirping constantly about his ‘Uncle Harry’. By the time Andromeda returned, there were at least twenty five Frog Cards, all bearing Potter’s face, spread out across Draco’s living room floor, and Teddy was in the process of discovering a twenty-sixth card Spell-o-taped to the underside of a low bookshelf.

To make matters worse, Andromeda was not alone.

Teddy’s shouts of “Uncle Harry!” every time he had discovered a new Frog Card were nothing to the warcry he let out when he saw Potter in person.

“Hey there, Tedward,” Potter said as he expertly scooped up his godson before being plowed over. “How are you today?”

“Draco gave me Frog Cards!”

Draco was secretly impressed at how little Potter flinched, considering Teddy’s volume, and proximity to his ears.

“Oh my goodness, Draco, you didn’t! His collection is already so big, you spoil him!” And now Andromeda had noticed the cards spread around the living room, and Draco was going to have to Obliviate himself, Potter, and two of his only living relatives to save them all from the embarrassment that was sure to come.

“We played hide and seek with Uncle Harry!” Teddy proclaimed, still clinging onto Potter’s neck and still shouting in his ear.

Potter actually looked surprised at that (or perhaps the hearing damage was setting in). “You had a scavenger hunt? That was nice of Draco to save up cards and hide them for you! Did you find them all?”

On the one hand, it was the best possible thing Potter could have said. It offered an explanation for why Draco had the cards in the first place, it saved him from embarrassment, and even if Teddy did take the cards with him that would be fine because Draco didn’t actually want to keep them anyway.

On the other hand, it was the worst possible thing Potter could have said, because Teddy’s accidental magic had been particularly excitable for the last few months, and when asked if he had found all of the cards, some sort of warped-summoning charm whipped around Draco’s flat and at least five more cards shot out from their hiding places. Draco could hear the faint sound of cardboard hitting his hastily thrown wordless-shield charm coming from the direction of his bedroom, but unfortunately didn’t notice the card flying off the top of the fridge until it hit him in the face.

As Potter set the now-squirming Teddy down to retrieve his newest finds, Draco began sneezing from the dust that had been disturbed from the top of his fridge.

When his sneezing fit had subsided, Draco looked up to find Potter holding back a laugh. He glared.

“What is it, Potter?”

“Err, gesundheit,” he said, still looking on the verge of laughter.

Draco scowled even more.

“It’s just - how long has that card been up there, to get so dusty?”

Draco willed the blood rising in his cheeks to not show, for once in his life. Potter’s smile just got wider.

“And how long have you been saving those cards up? For Teddy, I mean, of course, not for any other reason.”

Draco opened his mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come quickly enough. It was unfair that Potter could still get under his skin even after so many years, and more infuriating still that Draco couldn’t hex him while there was a toddler just a few feet away.

Then, the look on Potter’s face changed slightly, and he took a step closer. “I mean,” he continued in a much quieter tone - and had his voice just gotten deeper? Oh Salazar, what was happening?? -, “you certainly don’t look like you eat Chocolate Frogs on a regular basis.” Potter’s eyes scanned over his entire body, Draco was sure of it, and he was also sure that he was going to spontaneously combust any moment now. Had Potter just winked at him?

“I- I assure you,” Draco began, but what was he even going to assure Potter of? That he didn’t eat Chocolate Frogs? That he did, and had been saving all the cards for Teddy and hiding them as he got them, despite not being aware that Teddy apparently collected Harry Potter Chocolate Frog Cards?

Potter was back to smiling again, a brilliant unrestrained thing, and he actually laughed out loud as he stepped past Draco into the living room, touching his shoulder as he went.

“Andi, would it be alright if I met up with both of you at the z-o-o a little bit later?” Potter asked, bending to help pick up the cards.

“Of course, dear,” Andromeda replied, casting an all-too-knowing look back at Draco. “Come on, Teddy, I’ve just remembered that we need to make another stop, and then we’ll have a surprise for you! Say thank you to Draco and tell him that you’ll see him soon!”

Being shepherded towards the door, Teddy obediently stepped towards Draco and echoed, “Thank you, Draco. I’ll see you soon!” before giving his knees a hug and running out the door. Andromeda just patted Draco’s cheek as she followed her grandson, closing the door behind her and leaving Draco alone with Potter in a room that was suddenly very quiet.

“Potter, I-”

Draco’s attempt to speak fell flat once more, and once again, Potter didn’t seem to mind. He just smiled lazily at Draco, before pushing off of the wall and walking over to him, until he was in Draco’s personal space.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” he murmured, leaning in closer still, and Draco could hardly hear him over the absolute symphony his heart was beating out.

Then, before he could say anything, or even begin to parse what Harry was reading - correctly or not - in the first place, Harry’s eyes were closing, he was even closer, and then their lips were touching.

For all that Draco’s mind and body had failed him that afternoon, they suddenly came back to life at Harry’s touch. His eyes slid closed, his hands came up to clutch at Harry’s shirt, and his mouth opened in invitation.

Harry clearly took that as encouragement, and deepened the kiss, carding a hand through the hair at the nape of Draco’s neck and wrapping his other arm around Draco’s waist, drawing him in closer still.

When they parted, Draco blinked his eyes open slowly to find Harry looking just as flushed and as breathless as he felt.

“So?” Harry asked after a moment, a hint of uncertainty creeping in under his Gryffindor courage.

“I suppose I’m not too upset,” Draco said, trying to restrain the smile threatening to break through on his own face. “I was initially quite put out when I thought that Edward was going to take almost all of my Frog Cards, but I suppose getting to have the real thing instead is an acceptable trade.” He gave a beleaguered little sigh, which served the wonderful purpose of making Harry laugh, then lean in and kiss him again until Draco was smiling for real.

“Almost all of your Frog Cards, eh?” Harry was grinning at him in a way that simultaneously made Draco want to pinch him and kiss him. “Accio Frog Cards!” Harry said, before Draco could react, and the seven cards that had been saved from Teddy came whizzing through the air from Draco’s bedside table.

Harry leaned around Draco to peer down the hall and further into the flat. “Is that your bedroom?”

Draco drew himself up to his full height and looked down imperiously at Harry.

“You’re moving a bit fast, aren’t you?”

Harry’s eyes grew wide.

“No, I just meant, you-” he spluttered.

“There will be plenty of time to see my bedroom later. First, I believe it’s customary to go on a date.”

Harry looked suddenly wary. “A date? Where do you want to go? I dunno what places are serving right now, it’s not exactly dinner time yet.”

Draco just barely resisted rolling his eyes. As preferable as the real Harry Potter was to any Chocolate Frog Card imitation, there was a chance that the cardboard Potters were faster on the uptake.

“I was thinking we could go to the zoo. Seeing as you promised your godson that you would meet him there just a few minutes ago, it would only be polite. And then, after we’ve enjoyed an afternoon at the zoo, and after you’ve bought me something ridiculous from the gift shop, we can go to an acceptable restaurant, have dinner and drinks, and then make plans for the rest of the evening.”

“And then?” Harry looked hopeful.

“And then we repeat that, or something similar, and a number of other things too, for the rest of the foreseeable future. Are you truly so unfamiliar with the concept of dating, Potter?”

Harry was grinning again, and now Draco just wanted to kiss him.

“We’re dating, are we?”

Well, I should hope so!” Draco sniffed. “First, you kiss me; then, you demand to see my bedroom-”

“I didn’t demand-”

“-and then you asked me to join you for dinner-”

“I don’t think that’s quite what happened.”

“-so the only thing I can possibly believe is that you’ve been trying to ask me out this whole time, and you’re just spectacularly bad at it. But don’t worry, Potter, I will save you the embarrassment of having to admit your obsession with me and put you out of your misery right now: Yes, I will go out with you.” And with that, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand, kissed him quite thoroughly, and then pulled him out the door.

“I’m obsessed with you, am I?”

“Oh yes, quite,” Draco answered breezily, looking back over his shoulder to smile. “You should really do something about it.”

For once, Harry took his advice, and simply kissed him again.

#sending love to a wonderful person 💜#drarry #drarry fic #draco malfoy #harry potter #my writing #chocolate frog fic #my fic

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cookies-super-secret-blog · 6 months

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something something grow a pair and state thoughts on ai?

So, funny story, I made a post about this before, whenever the topic tag for it was trending. And like, I still stand by that, sans the part where I call the AI itself a form of art under my definition. A little bit after that, I saw a post, while definitely not in response to my own post, made the point that while we should hate AI art for the rampant theft of jobs and content, that its somehow bad to dislike it as Bad Art or Not Art because "gatekeeping art is baddd". Which like, in the context of someone drawing stick figures or painting giant blocks of color, is valid; we shouldn't gatekeep art from people. I still think AI doesn't deserve that privilege. Like, not to try and define art again, but, like hold on ket me grab something.

This is an ai generated adoptable from deiantart. Now, I have to ask, what's being expressed here- besides "cute girl in big hoodie (despite the one on the left not having a hoodie)"? Like it's easy to take these apart mechanically, but conceptually? It's somehow easier. Like, part of character design is visually communicating stuff about the character. There's nothing here besides anime girl in big outfit with minor armor details maybe? Like nothing else here is coherent! Like she looks sampled off of genshin and honkai characters but that's it. Like the cutains are just blue, and its dull and boring because of it. Why is the jacket neon green? The prompter wanted it that way. Why does she have the shoulder pieces and the case she's holding? Because the prompter likely put "battle girl" and/or "solarpunk" into the prompt. And it's not bad to have design elements for the sake of it, but the ai can't do anything but that, and the content it generates suffers because of it. There's no artistic value there, imo.

Now, not to toot my own horn, but here's my take on this design:

This is still a "cute girl in a big lime green jacket", but there's more to it. It's a high visibility jacket, with stripes reminiscent of construction vests. In the other doodles on the page, this high visibility theme is expanded to a theme of her being some kind of rescue personnel, and/or an angel (see; the halo in the bottom right). While it's fairly easy for me to point these themes out- it is what I intended- I'd still argue an obersever would be able to point out similar, or other themes and motifs that bring this character together.

No ammount of prompts and generation models can recreate that. Even if the prompter had the exact same intent I had when making the og ai content, that intent doesn't come across whatsoever. Because AI cannot replicate human intent and artistic processes.

These image generators register to me as the miserable end point of the sad, art-illiterate belief that art only is, and is only meant to "look pretty". Every time modern art is decried as "ugly and pointless", another prompter gets validated in their shameless attempts to assert their narrow-as-fuck vosion of what art is.

Art is human. Art is messy, art is intricate, art is sloppy, art is beautiful and art is ugly.

No machine on earth can comprehend or replicate that. And the ceasless attempts to commodify and capitalize on art have made some people forget that fact. The kinds of people who prompt really only see art as a gimmick product, pretty knickknacks that will make them rich quick.

For lack of better terms, the dehumanization of art itself is disgusting, and so like hell am I going to consider AI's mass-produced, slot machine-esque, drivel as art.

And I will not be guilted by other people on this hellsite who think its a moral failure to call mindless content what it is because its dressed up in distorted frills and anime girl boobs.

Art is human, and AI is not human. And what a sad world it is, that we're automating and strangling human creation, instead of letting it thrive.

Thank you for reminding me to share my thoughts.

#bit speaks #ai art discourse #anti ai #ai art discussion #ai art debate #old man yells at cloud

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im-no-jedi · 8 months

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Let’s get some fun recommendations goin around here! What’s a piece of clone content (art, fic, etc) that has stuck with you as being notably excellent? Tag it in your answer so we can all find some new fun to read! If you want, of course; feel free to ignore! 💕

🤩 oh what a fun idea!! I would LOVE to gush about some really cool artists, thank you 😁

I'll start with @shyranno, whose art I absolutely adore. her style is so clean and expressive and colorful, and she makes amazing comics. the TBB Downtime series is exactly my kinda Clone content, filled with lots of fluff and feels. the "baby" batch ones are my favorite, but I'm also fond of this one where Tech gets teased from not being able to grow a beard 😜

another artist I really love is @zaana! she also draws a lot of really sweet and funny moments with TBB, and I'm super fond of her more sketchy style of drawing. she's got a "Crosshair defects the Empire" AU about Cross rejoining TBB sometime during season 2 that I love soooooo much. honestly, all her stuff with Crosshair (especially the ones with Omega) is top tier. although I think my top favorite is this one with Hunter and Crosshair (which @questforgalas also wrote an amazing oneshot about!); it's so simple but so sweet, and I automatically love any wholesome content between these two 🥰

then there's @lightspringrain, who makes beautiful portraits of TBB. I've been wanting to buy some of her prints (and will absolutely do so once I have the money!!) because they are seriously gorgeous. her "Crown" series is the best, it's so lovely! and she does an amazing job capturing the style of the show! to no one's surprise, my favorites are the Hunter and Omega moon crowns. the Hunter one is legit one of my favorite art piece ever; it's been my lockscreen on my phone ever since I saw it 💙

someone I recently started following is @thattoothpick! after seeing her "TBB Happy on Pabu" comics, I had to see more. the best way I can describe her style is "soft". everything is just so soft; the lines, the colors, all of it. it just makes me happy 😊 I have two favorite pieces; the first is this one about Hunter and Crosshair from the Pabu series. literally made me cry. I need this to happen SO badly 🥺 and then this one that I refer to as "the Sad Batch"... oh man. also had me crying (but also simping for obvious reasons LOL) 😭

now for a big one. I can easily say my favorite SW related artist of all time is @lornaka. her art... holy crap y'all. it's so freaking good. she makes everything from simple portraits to stunning dynamic pieces, and I'm obsessed with all of it. she even was featured during SW Celebration last year!! she's that good!! \o/ I have a few favorites of hers. which obviously includes the TBB poster she made for Celebration. still sad I couldn't get my own copy of it 💔 then there's this... lovely portrait of Hunter from behind. oh Lordy 🥵 and finally, my top favorite is actually this simple portrait of Hunter. I had it as my lockscreen for a LONG time. it's just... so good. the colors, the stars, his expression... I'm still obsessed 😍

finally, I can't talk about amazing artists without mentioning my sister @jam-n-ham. her art account is @joyjababanoid. y'all. please just scroll through her TBB art, you will not regret it. I've always adored her cartoony and expressive style, and it makes for hilarious Clone content LOL. she did a bunch of drawings for Inktober last year, solely focused around TBB. she's also done some comics that I've had a part in helping her develop (specifically the Padme pin-up art and the AZI going on a mission). but my absolute favorite is by far the Valentines collection. y'aaaaaaaall. I had the Hunter one as my phone background for over a year haha. she knows how to personally get to me, let's just say that 🥵

oh, and one last thing I wanna mention is that the one thing these folks all have in common, aside from being fantastic artists, is that I love how each of them draw my bae. seriously, y'all draw Hunter so good, and I'm smooching each of your different versions of him 🥰😘

thanks for letting me gush about some cool people!! everyone show them some much deserved love please!! 💙💙💙

#this was super long OMG sldkjfghklgfkdj #but I won't apologize!#these people deserve all the love!#wish I had some more fics to recommend #but sadly I'm more of a writer than a reader 😅#anyway PLEASE GIVE ALL THESE PEOPLE SOME LOVE #THEY DESERVE IT #💙💙💙#star warz #anonymous #ask

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Ok ok so!! I did a fic of mozzarella regressing it will be under the cut! Only thing to note there's a part where I reference this piece of art specifically what Ill show below you where she wrapped herself in her hair!

Warning;Impure regression is in this fic (I call it stress regresses in the fic however)

Idk anything else to tag but lmk if there's anything!

Normally mozzarella didn't buckle under stress. She could stand off against actual monsters and still wouldn't buckle. It came with her generally mellow and relaxed mood, but even calm little creeks could become roaring rivers.

It had started with coding. Something she liked to work on, but it was unreasonably tricky for this new set of fixes. The same couple of lines was breaking. It would get fixed, something else would get fixed and it would go haywire again! Eventually she got it patched over enough to work but she was unhappy with the progress.

Mozzarella didn't want to let it bother her, so she decided to go and watch some monsters in the colosseum. She always liked to leisurely walk through the shopping streets so she had originally given herself plenty of time. However the extra time she planned out was interrupted by a frantic swath of cookies rushing past her.

There was a giant scorpion.

Easy enough to deal with, she's seen worse. Mozzarella rang her bell, summoning mozzarella cheese birds. She looked around, getting the attention of quickly approaching marzipans. “Marzipan, initiate containment procedures.” She ordered some other codes and protocols doing her best to keep the damage as minimal as possible. thankfully they eventually got the beast to the arenas holding cells. No one was hurt thankfully, but she'd have to report some minor building damages.

The events had already started, and unfortunately they where mostly over. Mozzarella tried to tell herself it didn't bother her much. “I can still find smoked cheese and make a few bets with him after I talk to golden cheese.” She reassured herself. She did her best to push through some standing crowds who couldn't find seats.

Eventually she got to the entrance of the tunnels that would lead her to the box seats. The box seats is where golden cheese would likely be if anywhere. However, mozzarella felt herself pushing back regression. The halls where large and golden, making her feel small and lost. Like a kid at the store. Mozzarella let out a small grumble. The idea of getting lost and not finding her seat to talk to golden cheese and see the monster battles made her feel a growing upset in her stomach. She blinked away some tears poking the corner of her eyes, rubbing away any that slipped out.

Mozzarella always got frustrated when she felt so upset, especially regressed where the feelings got so much bigger. Eventually she heard the crowds muffled cheering, and the announcer saying something. She felt herself lose hold on her composure.

‘they finished the stuff up there and I'm lost in the hallways.’ mozzarella thought to herself, she started to cry. ‘i don't wanna be stuck down here forever!” She tried to whistle or chirp as an attempt to call out but she couldn't with her tears flowing. She wanted to find someone to get her out of the caves. It didn't matter who because the second she could she would go hide under priest cheesenbirds or golden cheeses wings.

She wanted her plush bird and pacifier. She just wanted to be comforted, to be told that everything would get fixed and be alright.

Eventually she got to the monster cages, and before she could be scared even more by the snapping and snarling she saw smoked cheese. He was both checking on the cages and looking for mozzarella. There was rarely a time she missed a big thrilling event so smoked cheese became concerned about her absence.

Mozzarella dashed up to him and hugged him tight, before he could even ask what's wrong she tried to speak, but could only babble. She was just happy she wasn't alone now and could get out. The other issues making her upset could wait.

He hugged her back, and went to pick her up. “Shhshh, come on. Don’t worry just follow me breath in,” he took a deep breath walking her to where one of her caregivers where. “Breath out.” smoked cheese felt her try to follow along with him. She was a very independent little, but he knew with whatever upset her this bad she'd need her caregivers over him. He was just a babysitter more often than not.

Mozzarella did her best to follow smoked cheeses instructions and calm down. Eventually she felt a bit better, and buried her face in his shoulder. she stayed there till she heard him interrupt someone. “Ah I'm glad your both still here, i believe mozzarella has had a bit of a bad time so we shall say.”

“Oh dear! Well bring our little bird here.” Mozzarella turned around and upon seeing golden cheese and high priest cheesenbird her eyes lit up. “Goldy!” She chirped happily, reaching out with a grabby hand.

Golden cheese grabbed mozzarella gently from smoked cheese. “thank you for bringing her here,” she helped mozzarella get comfortable”can you thank smoked cheese too?” “thank you.” She mumbled her knuckle on her mouth. Priest cheesebird waddled over and lifted his wing, she held onto it gently as he bounced her hand. “Ohhh something very big bothered you didn't it! Chirpz!” She shook her head, “chirpz.” She copied, then tweeted a bit. This was a bit of bird-like babbling, which made the two caregivers chuckle a bit.

“Here little bird.” golden cheese summoned up mozzarella favorite pacifier and plush. She happily took the pacifier cooeing, and squeezed the plush making a crinkling sound. Mozzarella felt golden cheese cover up above her with her wings as they moved, making it comfortablely dark. She felt herself falling asleep under her mother bird's wings. She felt safe again. she couldn't explain why she was upset, but she felt better knowing her mama and papa birds were keeping her safe.

Eventually they got to her home and nursery. Keeping the room dark, golden cheese finally uncovered her from her wings. “Do you want to be put in your crib or held by one of us till you sleep?” She was asked by golden cheese. She turned and reached for cheesenbird.

Seeing this quickly settled himself down to cradle her. Mozzarella swaddled herself in her hair, and when handed over was asked if she wanted a bottle to drink. She nodded and took it, she had no doubt it was summoned up by golden cheese to be just perfect. She finished it and felt her pacifier replace the empty bottle.

Mozzarella closed her eyes as priest cheesenbird and golden cheese sung her gently to sleep, rocking her as she doozed off. She was full ,warm, and loved. She soaked in the moment as long as she could before she drifted off to a perfect sleep.

#age regression #cookie run age regression #sfw agere #agere fic #cookie run agere

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Hiii chim, I'm sorry that you're going through a rough time, and I hope that things get better for you soon ;^;

also this is kind of entirely random but I've been following you for some months now, but it was only JUST NOW when I was clicking on your blog trying to think of a question, that I took proper notice of the sticker shop banner you have on your pinned (despite, seeing it all the time orz) AND SAW THAT YOU HAD SALLY FACE STICKERS ON THERE!! I didn't know that was something you like/liked!! :D But that's really awesome to see to me ahhhh it's one of my favorite games

also also I absolutely ADORE the design you made for Gilda, it goes SO HARD and it just looks so good I have to do a double take whenever I see her because, gosh, what she does to my heart is unfair >A<

I'm not great at coming up with questions, but, you mentioned in I think the last poll for Randy and Imani about the trope of fretting over ruining the friendship you have with someone when you catch feelings for them, so my first question is: who would have worse anxeity over their feelings for the other screwing up their friendship, between the two of them?

second question, of all the art you've done for The Tenderness She Gives (which, is a wonderful name for it honestly, it hits me in the heart so strongly), which has been your favorite? :3c

Ohh my god that's such a sweet message, thank you... <3

Funnily, the shop still isn't open. I wanna finish 2-3 more stickers before opening up again. But yes, I do love Sally Face and will definitely play when the second game comes out. I actually also drew a lot of fanart for it and probably will again once the next game comes out. The general tag list is here if you're curious.

And thank you regarding Gilda <3 as mentioned, I am really surprised she got such a positive feedback. I like her design but didn't anticipate people going nuts over her lmao. I saw way more tags/comments about her compared to other art.

Regarding Randy and Imani and that trope - god I'm such a huuuuuuge sucker for it... I imagine Imani as very curious and experimental in nature so I don't see her being that anxious about it. But then again, I think I love Randy falling for her pretty early on in their teenage years and covering it with jokes and over-the-top and thus not serious flirting. I can see Randy being anxious for years to not advance anything in their friendship because she can tell Imani doesn't have feeling for her. Yet - because I like to think Imani starts to get flustered once Randy is well-known secure in her job as deputy captain. Honestly I could see Imani need a nudge into the right direction from all other women fawning over Randy. As in, she probably only starts to see Randy's romantic potential once she actually starts paying attention outside of their friendly banter. (I imagine her head is always all over the place so she just doesn't see Randy in any intimate/romantic way before). But after that, she definitely also has anxiety over making a move. Not as much as Randy though.

As for the fave pieces.... I actually adooooore the two butches and have been cursing myself for not drawing them more.

For Imani and Randy I really like the teenage doodle I made for the poll here. I just like their younger versions in the sketch <3

#thank you so much #also thanks for asking about the OCs <3 #I really really want more from the butches....#ask chim #the tenderness she gives #my ocs

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I want to tell a story about one of the best people I knew. Because he died today.

And he was one of the few people who pushed me to pursue my creative passion.

This is long and personal. Dont by any means feel like you have to read it. I just want it here for myself to come back to.

I moved to Illinois in August of 2016. Not long after, I was informed about a standing tradition in Indiana called The Covered Bridge Festival. I was intrigued. And since my mom was going, 18 year old me decided to tag along.

I remember walking down the main road of this event and finding a giant banner that said, “WALKING DEAD ART” on a barn nearby. I was perplexed. It was an antique show. What on Earth is art from my favorite show doing here?

So I went in and was greeted with the most beautiful art I have ever seen. I still hold to that, to this day. I remember walking into that booth and gazing upon that art: Art drawn by a man much older than me who saw the world in only black and white.

Hence his social media presence: the black and white guy.

I was so lonely at the time I had done this. I had just moved to a new state, had left everything I had ever known, to follow my family to a town I hated. And I was so lonely. So bad off. I just felt very.. lost.

I’ll never forget his response. Once I told him I also was a fan of the show, he asked me about that, and then I proceeded to spend the next three hours explaining my OC that I had written just for the purpose of Carol being able to keep a child.

Three hours. He listened to me talk about this for three hours. By the time my mom was ready to leave, she found me still in the barn, still talking his ear off. And he heard every word. I left that barn the same day with so much art and promises to return the following year.

Eventually I came to his booth so often that he started giving me his art at a huge discount because I was “such a devoted fan” (or something along this line) and it was so nice solely for this reason: despite him being an artist and me being a writer, we pushed each others creative passions. I was constantly asking him for art from different shows we both loved.

The last time I vividly remember seeing him was before he was diagnosed with cancer. My mother told me that he was coming over to the house but wouldn’t say why. I was so confused. I only met the man once a year, and now he’s coming to my parents house? Why?

This man, knowing my love for Carol Peletier, took one of his original art pieces of Melissa McBride and put it in this gorgeous frame. To give to me.

For free. Because he wanted to.

“I know how much you love her.”

At this point, I had spent probably 5-6 years expressing my love for Carol and Melissa every time we met. I only missed the festival once due to being too far away and in college. He’d driven from his little town in Indiana to give me this drawing, which now sits on my wall in my apartment. So do his drawings of Daenerys and Wanda.

I was working this morning when I went home for lunch. I had just prayed for him. He had been battling cancer something fierce, which caused him to miss the art show in October of 2023. His wife was there in his stead.

I haven’t been thrown off guard like I was this morning since 2015, when my choir teacher suddenly died of pancreatic cancer. All I saw was a picture of angel wings on his Instagram, and the words: Robin left.

He was gone. Just like that, just after I had gotten home for lunch. I lost my appetite. I lost my energy. I just… feel so defeated. I haven’t experienced death a lot in my life. Every time I do, it’s with someone like this. Someone who teaches me something so crucial, so beautiful, that end up passing away anyway.

My choir teacher in 2015 was the start of embracing my passion for much.

Robin in 2016 was the start of me properly embracing my passion for writing.

So.. Robin… thank you. I am so grateful for you and so heartbroken that you’re gone.

#tbd #personal #tw death

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daughter-of-melpomene · 3 months

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you mentioned two more opla ocs on the discord, now im putting u on the spot! i wanna hear about em!! or whatever details/ideas you have currently ✨🩵 — @xoteajays

Ahhh, thank you so much for asking about my newest pirate show babies, TJ!! I definitely don’t mind being put on the spot if it’s for them <3. And I’m also gonna tag the One Piece gang @auxiliarydetective, @oneirataxia-girl, @starcrossedjedis, @supermarine-silvally, and @endless-oc-creations!!

Now, first we have Morvant Bellatrix! She’s a former assassin, basically born and raised to kill (she was orphaned as a baby and the people who took her in were Not Great), and while she was doing this work she was one of the most feared people in the East Blue. This was mostly because of her incredible fighting skills and talent with almost every weapon you could think of, but it was also because she’d eaten a Devil Fruit as a child (the exact name of which is still pending) that granted her the ability to inflict pain on someone just by singing a specific song. Think a very twisted version of Rapunzel’s healing song from Tangled, that’s basically what she can do. Eventually, though, she got tired of killing all the time and decided to do the only thing she could think of to get out of it: she went back and killed the couple who had raised her (turns out they’d trained her a little too well) and eventually went on to become the captain of the Fatale Pirates, an all-female crew of fearsome pirates who sail on the ship Belladonna.

Bellatrix first meets the Straw Hats at Baratie, where her crew just happens to stop for some food at the same time they do, and takes an instant liking to all of them (even if she does persist in calling Zoro Green Bean after he sasses her). She makes a silent promise to protect them, and after their whole fight with Arlong and the other fishmen when Luffy finally gets a bounty placed on him, she does her best to use her terrifying reputation (which even if she isn’t an assassin anymore she still has due to her Devil Fruit power and penchant for ruthlessness in battles with other pirates) to keep bounty hunters and other, crueler pirates off the Straw Hats’ tails. It doesn’t always work, because you can’t ever fully control pirates, but she does her best because damn it, those are her children (that she’s adopted only in her head after exactly five minutes of knowing them).

She’s also a Mihawk ship! The two of them have known each other since Bellatrix’s assassin days, and Mihawk has even been asked by Garp to “neutralize” Bellatrix a time or two (which he’s never done and would never even try to do, because he both respects her too much and is just a tiny bit afraid of her). The two of them have never really officially gotten together or even put a label on their relationship, but they’ve spent a lot of nights together and you don’t have to know very much about either Mihawk or Bellatrix to know that they both have a weakness for the other. (Although if anyone ever tries to hurt Bellatrix in an attempt to get to Mihawk, they will find out just how dangerous she can be on her own.)

And then we have Yami Corvo, my Shanks ship! Like Bellatrix, they also have assassin experience, but they’re currently participating in the art of killing, and one of the most feared killers in all four Blues. They’re also a Devil Fruit eater, and their power includes being able to manipulate their own blood and be able to solidify it into weapons (I’m pretty sure you mentioned you’ve seen Gen V, TJ, so just basically imagine Marie’s powers). Unlike Bellatrix, they were raised as an assassin or fed their Devil Fruit, they ate theirs by accident, but the powers it gave them made them such an outcast and lead even their own parents to believe they were a monster, so eventually they just decided that they might as well give in to what they saw as their “true nature” at that point, running away from their small village and seeking out various other assassins to teach them how to kill, and honing their powers so that it would be even easier for them.

And unlike a lot of other assassins, who might refuse to kill older people or poor people, Corvo has no such moral code; if you can pay the price they charge, they’ll go after anyone you want them too. Killing isn’t even really something they enjoy, but again, they see it as just being what they’re supposed to be, what those around them when they were a child always told them they were: a rabid dog, a monster to be unleashed. At some point, they just stop caring, growing completely numb and almost wishing that one of their targets would fight back and kill them so they could stop… which is probably why they accept money from an angry former pirate captain whose ship was destroyed by Mihawk to kill the dangerous War Lord.

They completely fail, of course, because there’s almost no one who can beat Mihawk in a fight no matter what kind of cool powers you have - but Mihawk, seeing an opportunity to have someone incredibly dangerous and powerful on his side, spares Corvo’s life and offers to bring them along with him on his travels. Originally Corvo is furious that Mihawk didn’t just kill them, but despite how awfully they think of themself they’re still absolutely desperate for companionship and anything at all like a friend, so they accept his offer and the two of them set off together, carrying out Mihawk’s little escapades and occasionally doing the bidding of the Marines - which is how Corvo finally meets Shanks, when Mihawk shows up to show him Luffy’s new wanted poster.

Honestly, they and Shanks are such an amazing and sweet couple; Shanks becomes interested in Corvo roughly five seconds after meeting them, and after realizing how terrible their self-esteem is and how much of a monster they think they are makes it his mission to get to know them and help them see that they really aren’t as bad as they believe themself to be. It takes them a good while to actually get together, because Corvo has to find who they actually are outside of killing and their Devil Fruit power and realize that they aren’t going to wind up killing anyone they dare to care about (and because Mihawk has actually become kind of a protective bestie over them and gives Shank several very intense shovel talks), but they’re amazing once they actually do get together and Luffy pretty much immediately sees Corvo as a stepparent when he and Shanks finally see each other again.

Anyways, thanks again for asking about my new babies!! Hope you’re doing well, love. <3 <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: morvant bellatrix #oc: yami corvo

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 8 months

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Reflections

Chapter Six

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: language, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Tom stared at the shaking door, rattling on its hinges from the woman's ire.

Never meet your heroes.

What did that even mean? How the hell was he that woman's hero?

He scrubbed his hand over his mouth. "Fuck." He was such an arse.

That hadn't gone the way he intended. Yes, he wanted to warn her off Kip, but he meant to do so sternly without insult. Instead, he'd insulted her entirely and did so with all the grace of a stampeding ox.

But she'd thrown him off.

Kip spent the last weeks talking about Mia MacAlasdair every chance he got. They emailed. They texted. He giggled like an utter buffoon acting the smitten pup whenever her name popped into his phone. It was the same - or nearly - that he'd done with Serina.

He wouldn't allow his brother to throw away three years of love and his new family for some fling!

Two weeks of waiting for this moment, watching Kip make a fool of himself, and listening to Emma wax poetic about how nice their new resident Mia had only increased his rage.

Then, she walked through the door.

Shock at the absolute beauty of her left him mute. Her chin just reached Kip's shoulders, and her dazzling smile carried all the way to ocean-blue eyes. Her alabaster skin was liberally brushed with freckles as if someone kissed her flesh with gold dust, then returned and did it again. The gold repeated in her copper hair, the strands a little wild where they rested on her shoulders.

She wore jeans that caressed curves made for a man's hands and a wool jumper he would bet money was knit by Agatha Barnes, the village fibre artist. She had a distinct way of layering colours that should appear garish but always seemed to work out in the end. Still, it did little to hide the swell of generous breasts when Mia crouched to set her work down.

She had thighs that could suffocate a man.

The glory of her seized his tongue, rendering him all but mute.

Then Kip started in and renewed his rage when he got to watch her flirt, touch, and tease his brother. Did she have no shame?

Then, when he called her out on her behaviour, she played her part to the nines, denied everything, and left in a huff.

Still, what was that parting remark?

The door swung open with a bang and made him wince. Did no one remember the castle was old?

"What the fuck did you do?"

As it was only half a minute since Mia left, he imagined Kip saw enough of her exit to deduce they'd argued.

"I fixed your mistake before you made it," Tom replied calmly, eyeing the package leaning against his desk.

"Fixed my- What mistake?" Kip frowned.

"Come off it, Kip! You were halfway to an indiscretion, and you know it!" Tom bellowed.

His jaw dropped. "You think that I- that Mia and I-" He barked a short laugh, then thrust his hand through his hair as he began to pace. "Of course, you do because, for some reason, you believe I'm still twenty and stupid! You right wank! What did you say to her?"

Tom scowled. "Please, Kip. I've seen you work. I know how you treat women. What would Serina think of your new side piece?"

Kip threw up his hands. "She knows, you fucking cock! She knows all about Mia, her art, and I commissioned a piece for her. She's read the emails and texts and even texted Mia herself. Fuck, you're a piece of work! You could have asked, but no! You assumed the worst of me again and arsed it up!"

Tom blinked at him in surprise. "What?"

"Mia isn't some home-wrecking, gold-digging hussy! God dammit, Tom! Tell me you didn't threaten her? Tell me, for the love of Highpark, you did not put your hands on her!"

He hadn't seen Kip this upset in a long time and slowly came to the realization he'd muffed it. Badly. "I… may have grabbed her arm when she went to walk away."

Kip's face paled, then burned a scary sort of red. "You. Did. What?"

"I didn't hurt her and let go when she told me to."

Kip scrubbed his hands over his face. "People in the village talk to Emma. Cora talks to Emma. But everyone talks when there is gossip to have. The only person who doesn't listen to that gossip is you!" he roared, shaking his fist. "If you bothered to listen, you would know Mia arrived at Ashwood Farm sporting a week-old shiner lovingly given to her by her ex-fiance!"

Tom stumbled back and sat on the edge of his desk. "What?"

"You put hands on an abused woman. You accused the sweetest, kindest, gentlest woman of being a homewrecker. And do you know the worst of it all?"

Tom didn't need to respond, knowing Kip would tell him whether he wanted to hear it or not. Kip mad was something to see, but a quiet mad Kip was damn scary.

He crossed the room to scowl out the window. "She didn't have a clue who I was when we met until I teased her with a few movie titles. She recognized Ragnarok, the only movie of mine she knew was Thor fucking Ragnarok because "she liked the other guy better." The one who played Loki first."

His jaw dropped. "What? She actually knew there was a difference?" So many people had no idea they'd switched him out for Kip until the press tours started, and his brother was praised for doing such a good job.

Loki's army, virtually en masse and overnight, became Kip's fans instead. He didn't want to admit how much that hurt when replacing him in the industry he once adored seemed so easy.

"She knew. She said you had passion. She called your scene with Chris during Avengers magic. That single tear when you sneered sentiment was magic."

Tom frowned. He may be flattered, but he'd had his fair share of obsessed crazies back in the day.

"Fuck off, don't even," Kip huffed before he could ask. "Emma's been poking at her, but she didn't even know your name until we informed her that the previous Loki was our brother Tom. She doesn't watch movies often, and what telly she enjoys appears to be of the home improvement genre."

Just then, thunder cracked loudly over the house, causing the windows to rattle and lights to flicker.

"Bloody hell!" Kip cursed. "It's like the skies opened!"

Tom glanced out the window and watched it come down in sheets. "I'll find Mia and apologize. She said she was having tea with Emma."

Kip squinted. "Not anymore. She's driving off."

"In this?" Tom barked.

"Seems she's desperate to leave. Wonder why that could be?" Kip snapped.

Tom was running before he made the conscious thought to do so.

Mia muttered curses on the head of Tom Hiddleston as she drove slowly around the castle. It was like a wall of water falling on her, making it nearly impossible for the wipers to keep up. As the humidity climbed, the condensation inside the cab made the widows foggy, but she couldn't make the defog work in Henry's truck.

She glanced down to try and find the right button again, glanced up to make sure she wasn't going to drive off the road, and stomped both feet on the brake, causing the truck to skid to a stop, sputter, and die.

A man was heaving for breath, bare inches from becoming a hood ornament.

Mia shoved open the door, leaned into the downpour and screamed, "Are you out of your corn-fed mind!"

Tom rounded the side of the vehicle and stood in the open doorway. "You're the one who nearly hit me."

"You ran out in front of my vehicle in the pouring rain! Gods, do you have a death wish on top of being an asshole?" she shrieked, now mad and wet.

He squinted, hair dripping, nose dripping.

Why was he still so pretty?

"I thought Kip said you were Canadian. Aren't Canadians supposed to be ridiculously nice?"

She glared and snapped, "We're perfectly lovely until you piss in our timbits!"

He arched a brow. "That was decidedly rude. How very unCanadian of you."

Incised, Mia leaned out the door, subjecting herself to the rain to get nose-to-nose with him. "Don't you know the Geneva Convention was created because Canadians decided rules of engagement were more like suggestions? So test me, Hiddleston. See what happens."

His grin spread quickly. Then he laughed.

It wasn't fair. No man should look that good soaking wet, nor should a laugh make things that were hella dormant wake up and stretch. Her freaking ovaries quivered at the sound.

"If you're just going to bray like an ass, I'll thank you to shut the door," she huffed.

He didn't quit laughing but reached inside, put the truck in park, and stole the keys.

"What the fuck?" Mia muttered, too stunned to stop him.

"You flooded it. You won't be going anywhere for a time. Might as well come in, get dry, and have tea with my sister. Besides, you're so mad you didn't even realize you're driving on the wrong side of the road."

She eyed his offered hand like a snake waiting to bite her. "This one-eighty you've done is giving me whiplash. Did you crack your head at some point during your sprint through the castle? How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up three.

His smile faded into something that looked a lot like contrition. "Mia." He leaned into the cab so the rain bounced off his back instead of his head. "I owe you a massive apology. Kip explained that I had it all wrong, that you and he are only a strange sort of friends," he smiled a little, "and I'm a tosser for putting my hands on you after what you went through before you came here."

Mia blinked. "Is a tosser an asshole?"

"A supreme one," he chuckled.

"Then I accept your apology," she nodded. "And don't worry about the grabbing my arm thing. If you hadn't let go, I would have made you." He frowned and glanced between her eyes as if looking for bruising. "I left because he hit me. It was once, and he only succeeded because he surprised me. Colt's thing was words and subtle barbs, not fists."

"It shouldn't have been either, love," he murmured.

Oh, that was a dangerous word and a wholly unreasonable feeling it produced when he said it.

"No man has the right to touch a woman in violence." He stepped back out in the rain and held out his hand again. "Come on. If we run, it won't be so bad."

Mia looked at the sky and back at him. "I'm half soaked just sitting here. I'll be fully wet getting out!"

A slow grin crawled across his lips. "Then let's get wet, love."

Large red danger signs flashed in her mind, but Mia was already reaching for his hand. He tugged her into the rain and right up against him so he could shut the door to the truck, then stared down at her for a half second more as Mia licked her lips, tasting the rain.

His eyes darkened, but he turned on his heels and dragged her into a sprint that took them around the side of the castle to an open set of patio doors.

Once inside, with the rain shut out, they stood dripping on the hardwood of an extremely fancy parlour and stared at each other for long heartbeats as water plopped on the floor.

"I'm dripping-"

Tom hummed and flexed his hands.

"-all over your floor."

His dark gaze raked down her body and back up, locking with her eyes as he murmured, "Then let's get you out of those clothes."

She reached for his hand, but instead of following him, she used his arm to steady herself as she toed out of her shoes and peeled off her wet socks.

"That won't help the trail we leave behind," he chuckled.

Mia shrugged. "It's the polite thing to do."

He shook his head before following her lead, unlacing short boots and peeling off wet socks.

She looked away. A barefoot man should not be sexy. Why the hell was it so sexy?

When he offered his hand, his smile knowing, she took it, allowing him to lead her where he would, packing her dripping shoes and socks along with her.

Mia sat in a parlour out of Downton Abbey, warm wool socks on her feet, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sweater lent to her by Tom. It was a weird way to end up in a man's clothes, borrowed after being thoroughly soaked, thanks to him, but it wasn't as if she could wear Emma's.

Upon seeing them dripping down the hall, his sister's shriek of distress had echoed and caused every servant within hearing distance - which was quite a lot - to pour into the hall and gape as the Lord of Highpark walked barefoot and soggy toward the stairs.

He scolded Emma for making a scene, but it lacked conviction when Emma rounded crossly on him and launched into a beautiful dressing down. It tickled Mia to no end to hear Emma call her brother a slew of names in her cultured accent and then demand he apologize.

Mia snickered when he sheepishly said he already had, earning a side-eye and amused smirk that made her shiver.

Emma scoffed but immediately began to fuss, insisting Mia be led upstairs and allowed to shower before she 'caught her death,' then insisted Tom provide alternate clothing as there was no way Mia could borrow any of hers.

Mia wanted to protest but knew it was stupid. She was soaked to the bones and gratefully agreed, as the idea of standing under hot running water was appealing.

Still clinging to Tom's hand - as he wouldn't let her go - Mia climbed their fancy stairs, trying not to stare like a ninny.

Emma and no less than three maids separated her from Tom, herding her in one direction as his fingers lingered, skimming her palm as he reluctantly released her.

She glanced back in time to watch him walk the other way. Her traitorous heart fluttered when he flexed his hand, making her wonder if his also tingled.

Emma insisted she give over her clothes so they could be washed and dried.

After much fussing, they returned downstairs, where Mia was bundled before the fireplace, given a lap quilt, tea, and cookies.

The entire experience was surreal.

"You're sure he apologized?" Emma fretted, scowling at the door as if Tom would appear at any moment.

He hadn't. The clothes were waiting on the bed when she got out of the shower, but since then, she hadn't seen so much as a hair of the oldest Hiddleston.

"He did. Though, I gave him what for first. Who runs out in front of a moving vehicle?" Mia grumbled, nibbling the edge of her lemon-flavoured cookie.

Emma glanced at the door again and sighed. "Tom doesn't like any of us driving in weather like this. That's how accidents happen."

“Accidents?” Mia murmured.

The wane smile on Emma's lips slipped. "Our parents were killed in a storm like this. A car lost control, sending them off the road. The crash killed them both instantly."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I lost my parents to a house fire."

Emma gasped. "Oh, Mia! I knew they passed when you were young, but I didn't know how. Were you home at the time?"

She shook her head. "I was sleeping over at my friend's house. The police woke her parents, and they had to tell me. I was eleven. Someone said they died of smoke inhalation in their sleep. It was unlikely they ever woke up before…" She swallowed thickly and looked away.

"At least there is that," Emma smiled.

"Small comforts when you're little," she sighed, then shook her head. "Well, this conversation turned morbid."

Emma chuckled. "Should I ask about your ex and get all the ugly out of the way?"

"There's not much to tell there. Colt and I met in the last year of university. At first, he was amazing. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up in foster care, and unfortunately, you hit eighteen, and you're on your own. I worked a few years first to save money for school, went back late, but got my fine arts degree. A fat lot of good it does you though. It's not the most sought-after degree in the job market." Mia rolled her eyes, causing Emma to snort. "He was in his last year of law. We became friends and then started dating. Two years later, I moved in with him. Everything changed with the pandemic."

"It was hard, even on us." Mia frowned, but Emma shrugged. "Running Highpark is expensive, but we love it. We do what we can to keep it going."

"I should know that. So many places like this have turned to tours and rental options to keep them afloat. Plus, I've seen your website."

Emma scoffed. "Hack job of a cut and paste." She cast Mia a devious side-eye. "Perhaps an art major would be willing to give us a hand?"

Mia chuckled. "I majored in fine art, not computer design, but I can help with colour theory if you want."

"I want," Emma begged. "I feel like a five-year-old designed that thing."

"You?" Mia snickered.

"Kip," she scoffed.

Mia giggled. "Well, that makes perfect sense."

"An artist he is not," Emma chuckled. "He tried, but that's not his cuppa."

"You didn't want a professional to do it?"

Emma sighed and slumped against the sofa back. "At the time, we couldn't. We didn't know how bad it was before Mum and Dad died. I was gone, married to Ethan already. Tom was off being a rising star, with Kip chasing his heels. You can imagine the shock when, after the funeral, we discovered Highpark was so close to foreclosure that the bank was breathing down our collective necks. But we couldn't let it go. It's our home, all we've known, and so much of our history is wrapped up here. Tom gave up his career to come home and sort it but insisted Kip keep striving for his dreams. He tried to stop Ethan and I from moving back, but I insisted. Besides, Highpark is good for the boys."

She had sent the kids off to pester Kip, causing peels of laughter to reverberate down the hall at odd intervals.

Emma explained that the eastern wing of the castle was strictly for family, whereas the western wing and great hall were open to the public. After a few months, they brought in the cafe and expanded into weddings, resulting in a smashing success, rapidly bringing Highpark back into the black.

Now, with Ethan and Tom working on bettering the bloodline of the stud - something their family had run for generations but her father showed little interest in, allowing it to falter - they had two thriving businesses that weathered the chaos of Covid quite well.

Mia could tell Emma was very proud of her family, especially her brother Tom and his sacrifices to save their family home.

"Sadly, Colt and I didn't weather the pandemic," Mia sighed, accepting another cookie and a sandwich for her plate before thrusting her hand through her hair.

"It was bad?"

"It didn't start out that way. I think the forced proximity, working from home, constantly in each other's space grated on him. We had a decent-sized apartment, but there's only so many places you can go in fourteen hundred square feet."

Emma winced. "I suppose there is."

"I made a lot of excuses for him, missed a lot of red flags." Mia watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. "Some I didn't even see until I was on a plane halfway across the Atlantic reflecting on what happened. He started seeing someone else a year ago."

"He cheated? That bastard!" Emma cried.

Mia flashed her a halfhearted smile. "It was pretty clear we were only going through the motions by then. There was no intimacy. We barely spoke to each other. I tried, but he would yell, scream really, and punch walls." Sighing, she rubbed her forehead. "I should have left when that started, but I had a shit job that barely covered my costs and no way of affording a place on my own. I didn't even have a car to live out of because I always used city transit."

Letting her head fall back on the sofa, Mia stared at the ceiling, very high and decorated with fancy plaster.

"What about other friends?"

The self-deprecating laugh escaped before she could stop it. "Didn't have any."

"No one?" Emma whispered, taken aback.

Mia sighed. "I'm… a bit quirky. My brain doesn't work like everyone else's. It's easy for me to fall into a project and stay there until someone pulls me out. The single-minded focus can be acute to the point that I don't see anyone or anything else until it's done. Friends would reach out, but when I stopped reaching back… they gave up. I never meant to ignore them; it just happens."

"People are shit."

Mia glanced at Emma. The sympathy, understanding, and annoyance invading her face was a surprise.

"I understand better than you think," she sighed, picking at the sleeve of her sweater. "You wouldn't know, but I'm not the typical lady of the manor. I was a bit of a disappointment to my parents, a little too loud, too exuberant, too fanciful. They didn't understand me. Thankfully, Kip, Tom, and Ethan do. We moved back from the north, and like you, I lost most of the friends I made when I was no longer 'available' because Highpark became my focus."

"I wondered," Mia teased. "You don't remind me of Lady Mary Crawley at all."

Emma burst out laughing. "Oh, thank the universe for that!"

Mia chuckled, ate her sandwich, and groaned. "Gods, everyone's bread tastes like freaking ambrosia."

"Bread doesn't taste good in Canada?" Emma snickered.

Mia shook her head. "Store bought isn't the same. I swear Cora's going to make me fat."

"Oh, please! You're a stick compared to my hips!"

"Besides, with that fiery temperament, you would burn off everything you eat."

The comment came from the doorway where Tom leaned against the frame.

Casually dressed in dark pants and a blue polo shirt that matched the colour of his eyes, he smiled to indicate he was teasing before stalking into the room in a pair of well-worn boots with a black jacket slung over his arm. His curls were slightly more russet than Kip's and tumbled over his forehead, giving a boyish bent to his impish grin.

The man was not allowed to look so damn fine.

"I assure you I'm perfectly polite on most occasions. It's not my fault you're cynical," she smirked.

He raised his free hand in a gesture of surrender. "Yes, alright. I admit I was an arse in the worst way possible. I thought you'd forgiven me. Perhaps I was mistaken?"

Mia lifted her chin at his raised eyebrow. "Maybe I like watching you grovel?"

"Should I get down on my knees and beg, love?"

"I thought you were the one demanding everyone kneel?" she quipped, sipping the last of her tea.

Tom stalked across the room, braced his hands on the arms of her chair, and leaned in. "Is that how you speak to a God?"

Mia barked a quickly covered laugh. "You'd be surprised."

There was a flicker of confusion before his grin spread. "Cheeky wench."

She gasped in mock affront. "Wench! How dare you?"

Tom laughed and stood, shaking his head. "And here I keep expecting to find this polite Canadian Kip speaks of."

"We're polite, not pushovers," Mia snickered.

Gods, she could smell him now. Citrus and musk, something orangey and masculine that made her insides quiver like jello.

"Are you interrupting for a reason, Thomas?" Emma asked, clearly amused by both of them.

"The rain ended. I thought Mia might like to see the rest of Highpark now that we are no longer in danger of floating away."

His blue eyes offered a challenge Mia was helpless to resist. "I'm not sure my clothes will be dry yet."

"Then wear mine," he practically purred, hand outstretched. "We'll borrow you a pair of wellies if yours are still damp and be off."

Mia studied him for a moment before glancing at Emma. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all!" she beamed, popping up from her seat like a Jack-in-the-box. "Have fun, you two!"

Mia blinked after her retreating back in surprise. "She's… spritely."

Tom snickered. "Emma is chaos personified in a person. She's a whirlwind, capable of bending people to her will when they least want to."

The description was so apt Mia laughed as she took his hand and threw off her lap quilt. "Maybe, but I think she's awesome."

He grasped her fingers, and Mia had to fight not to react to the sparks that shot up her arm. Then he pulled her closer, into the circle of his body heat, sending shivers down her spine again.

"I imagine she feels the same way about you, love," Tom murmured, his eyes intense on her face. His jacket landed on her empty chair before his free hand pressed into her lower back. He didn't pull her closer, just held her firmly in place.

"I deeply regret what I said earlier."

Mia tipped her head. "Which part? That I was making a play for your brother or that I'm a strumpet?"

Twin spots of colour burned into his cheeks. "All of the above. Kip once was so much a playboy it got him in trouble, but Serina has been good for him, and he is smitten with their daughter. I didn't want to see him make a mistake that could ruin everything he's worked for."

She peered up at him as the fire crackled in its grate. "That's your thing, isn't it?"

"My thing?"

"You rescue people." His family home, his brother, she wouldn't be surprised if he pulled Emma out of trouble along the line, too.

Pain cracked his smile. "Better the rescuer than the villain."

The regret leaching into his smile hurt her heart, causing her to tease, "But you played such an excellent villain." She tilted up her chin. "Though, he wasn't truly a villain at all, was he?"

"Misunderstood," he murmured, his gaze drifting from her eyes.

"He had a shit foster dad. I know how that is." Mia's eyes darted down to his mouth.

Tom licked his lips. "Do you?"

"Yeah. But what your Loki did wasn't his fault. He was tortured and brainwashed. I saw that in Avengers."

His grin grew. "I bet you did."

Before she could stop herself, entranced by the man's delectable mouth, Mia murmured, "Loki appreciates how well you played the part. He's still mad about the hair, though."

"Pardon?"

Mia started, blushed crimson, and attempted to step away, but he didn't let her, keeping her trapped in a dancer's embrace.

"It's nothing!" she insisted.

Tom tilted his head, studying her with narrowed eyes. "You say Gods when you curse. You talk of Loki as if you speak to him instead of about him. And you've yet to set foot in any of Kelso's churches. Are you Pagan?"

That took her by surprise. Everyone in town really did know everyone else's business.

Mia sighed. "Norse Pagan with Lokean leanings."

"Really?" he grinned.

"Don't flatter yourself. I was Lokean long before you played Loki," she huffed.

"I did so much research into the practice, Loki, and the Eddas to play that part, but couldn't find anyone who would talk to me directly about their practice."

Bright puppy eyes begged down at her.

Mia chuckled. "You still have questions?"

"So many questions!" he laughed.

"I'm happy to answer from my perspective. I can't speak for other people's practice, but I'll talk about mine."

"Brilliant!" He beamed.

"Just… don't tell everyone and their dog."

He frowned. "Why?"

"People can be judgy asshats who don't understand the difference between fiction and faith."

"I can understand that. And if I say something offensive, feel free to kick me in the shin."

Mia chuckled. "I will."

He laughed and shook his head. "I don't doubt you will, love. Don't doubt it at all."

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