#any excuse to draw gem is a good one

[existentialarcade]

oooo maybe gem as a cat for the ask game?

CAT GEM IS SO GOOD THO, im so glad you submitted this ask!

#fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #myart #asks #any excuse to draw gem is a good one #shes so pretty #not fair #sdflknlskfnsfldk

[sleepyghostuwu]

The Artist and the Gem: Part 1

"I'm pretty sure this only happens in dreams."

Synopsis: An IPC member part-timing as an artist unknowingly spices up her life when a certain colleague comes to her for a leisurely art commission.

Notes: Fem! Reader POV since it's what I'm more comfy writing in for this series. I also have no clue how art commissions work so apologies if it isn't lore-accurate ^^"

Ping!

You groan as you reluctantly reach for your phone for the umpteenth time today, bracing yourself to read your client's incessant texts about your work progress despite it being mere weeks since they first contacted you. Combining that with the fact that your supervisors were piling you with more paperwork these days made it all the more frustrating to deal with.

"Hi again! I feel the need to mention that I have a full-time job outside of my artist life, and also take note that it takes time in general to complete multiple people's commissions over time. I will send you more WIPs once I'm available to do so. Thanks for your patience!"

As cordial as the text sounded when you sent it out, you were like a pot filled with boiling water, ready to burst in fury in the event that client continues to add fuel to the fire. Too angry to continue doing work properly, you excused yourself to get a drink at the pantry.

As the coffee machine whirred to life on the counter, you hear your phone ringing again. Doing your utmost to keep your composure, your trembling hands open your inbox. This time, it was not your current client who texted you, but a new one.

"Hey (username), I find your artworks to be rather intriguing. I saw on your webpage that you're still taking in commissions, so I was wondering if I could trouble you to do one for me."

"At least this one's polite about this," you muttered as you replied to their message with equal respect.

"Hey there! Happy to know that you appreciate my art! My commission list is quite full at the moment, so I'm afraid that it will take long while to complete yours. Would you mind if your commission took a longer time to complete, or would you rather contact me another time instead?"

That should do, you think to yourself as you retrieve your coffee cup from the machine and take a sip of your drink. Your phone rings again.

"It's all good. Take as much time as you need. I'm not in a rush :)"

Your eyes practically lit up upon reading that message. Unlimited time for a commission? In times like these? Is this heaven?? You quickly shoot back another text.

"Very well. What would you like me to draw, then?"

"I would like you to draw a portrait of Aventurine from the IPC."

...

You've got to be kidding me.

You blink furiously at your client's art request, trying to make sure that you did not misread whatever they sent to you.

"That's an interesting request you got here."

Who even is requesting for this from me? A fan from the Aventurine Fan Squad? For all you knew, any of your colleagues could have either chanced upon your art account or decided to knowingly exploit your creativity for their own pleasure. As you type out the default reminder for them to pay up as per your terms, your phone rings twice.

[100,000 Credits have been transferred to your bank account.]

"Say less. Wishing you the best of luck ;)"

You take a huge gulp of coffee as you switch off your phone, evidently more stressed about your artistic career than you already were before. With such a hefty sum of money transferred to you for a singular drawing, chances are that you will have to pool in all of your creativity for this particular commission if it means that your mystery client would be assured to get their money's worth. Taking a glimpse at the nearest clock within your hindsight, you quickly down your coffee before rushing back to your cubicle, ready to check off your task list if it meant more time to draw later on.

---

As you briskly return to your cubicle to work, a certain blond man in green glances at you from a distance and smiles.

#honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine #hsr #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr fanfic #star rail #aventurine x you #star rail aventurine

[vetinarivimesy]

Kenobi-centric fic recs

Everything here will heavily feature Obi-Wan Kenobi in some fashion, and will vary wildly by ship, tone, and fic-type though I'll do my best to give little blurbs/not-too-spoilery summaries.

The fics range from gen to explicit, in some cases pre-date tagging ettiquette, and, no, no I have not re-read them all (ye gods have you seen the word counts).

In a few cases I'm basing my summaries on very hazy memory and I have a noted bad habit of skimming straight past explicit porn when I don't want to read it, then forgetting its there entirely - so caveat lector!

These are mostly fics that I currently mentally catalogue as Wonderful Obvious Obi-Wan Kenobi Goodness fics rather than expecting to dig up any obscure hidden gems. The list would probably look very different on a different day. It's far from comprehensive, and the categories are loose at best. But here it is!

I've been contemplating putting something like this together for a while but been a bit nervous of sticking my head up above the metaphorical parapet. As, follows my fave character around without caring overmuch about the ship trash, I've got quite a list of Star Wars fics inhaled/rediscovered.

(Wee bit too used to coming into very dead fandoms long after everyone's left, put the chairs up on the tables, the metaphorical lights have been turned off... and the not so metaphorical bills have stopped being paid. More than once I've stumbled into a wonderful old fandom fic archive only for it to vanish into, Only What Was Saved on the Internet Archive Remains status. Even when the archive isn't actually an ex-archive, many don't actually allow for interaction. Apologies to the authors I've never worked up the courage to comment on, this is an explanation not an excuse!)

Obi-Wan's apprenticeship fics:

Commander Kenobi - norcumi (complete, 9646 words)

Obi-Wan gets de-aged in the midst of battle. Cody gets to find out what teenaged Obi-Wan was like. Given Obi-Wan thinks he's fresh out of Melida-Daan, nothing like whatever Cody might have been expecting.

A Town Called Stagnation - deniigiq (complete, 33,000 words)

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan take a trip to Stewjon, to let Obi-Wan get in touch with his roots post the horrorshow of his early apprenticeship. Smalltown thinking and the trauma of recent events clash horribly for everyone involved.

Another brilliant author who's whole fic-output is well worth checking out. Their wry utterly charming character voices never fail to amuse, even when the POV character is one I'm currently in an... actually I wouldn't mind some bashing of this guy kinda mood. I draw amusement and sympathy for Qui-Gon's character in every single one of their immediately post-Melida Daan fics for context here, with my knowledge of that event thoroughly warped and contaminated by the current popular fanon take on the matter too.

Though more Cody-centric, and thus Clone Wars era, than anything parallelogram (Complete, 33,000 words) and they're neutral (complete, 9900 words) by the same author are also wonderful.

poisoned chalice - qigiined (Complete, 9900 words)

Another author with the wit and deftness of characterisation to make immediately-post-Melida-Daan Qui-Gon's POV both amusing and sympathetic. They've also got quite a few other gems!

Qui-Gon's very wry POV as he tries to navigate raising a very traumatised child, and appeasing his various lineage members.

through hardships to the stars - kivaember (WIP, 148,000 words)

Canon divergence where Obi-Wan's apprenticeship snafu on Melida-Daan went just that much worse than those Legends-were-never-technically-canon novels would have it.

As a result Obi-Wan and a very young Jango Fett end up on the run from a terrifying darksider, whilst Jaster Mereel and Feemor despearately try to catch up with the pair.

Little Lights Stories - ms_nawilla (WIP, 628,000 words)

Qui-Gon neglected too much of Obi-Wan's training, so Obi-Wan isn't immediately knighted post-Naboo despite saving Qui-Gon's life and defeating the Sith.

Anakin goes to the creche, Qui-Gon's in utter denial, and Obi-Wan begins the rocky process of finding his own feet post-Naboo, getting through the thorny process of working out who you are as your own person after living under someone else's oppressive shadow for far too long.

Super detailed epic detailing all sorts of wonderful possible jedi-culture headcanons, illuminated manuscripts! beer! force-manipulation games! communal caring! crystallography! sex ed! old-people's homes! the engineers! clerical branch! outreach via art! dance instruction! reincarnation! politics! spies! terrible james bond esque spy films to hide that the spies were really real! lightsaber classes! non-jedi temple residents! U and L leaning prejudice! Alderaan!

Just what would happen if Qui-Gon Jinn were exactly the sort of irresponsible unpleasant adult who should never ever be given a child a lot of fandom suspects he is. His implied treatment of Obi-Wan here can be fairly harrowing, for all that its emotional neglect rather than anything graphic.

The jedi are never depicted as anything less than trying their best, unfortunately no matter how thorough the system tries to be, sometimes people do just fall through the cracks. As was v.nearly the case for Obi-Wan in this verse.

Mostly character driven, though the hints of the greater plot bubbling away underneath all of this glorious worldbuilding and character growth are both ominous and intriguing. The pairing is a hell of a spoiler, but also one that could potentially be a bit of a squick, I don't want to spoil the slowburn of this thing but I do want to give fair warning. Does tumblr offer spoiler tags?

Preventing Order 66 fics:

When Duty is Done - thosenearandfarwars (WIP, 257,000 words)

Wonderful long-form piece - technically a WIP but all installments so far are complete - a what happens next post-Palp's getting his comeuppance, messily. Features Codywan, grief, internalised ableism, jedi order reforming in a very nuanced 'we were this close to the brink' and lost so many people to the war sense *not* the sneaky 'jedi-positive but actually bashing' sense.

Hell I wholeheartedly reccie just about everything this author's ever done tbh!

(This Too Was a Gift (Complete, 69,000 words) is also utterly wonderfully done, and a complete fic in a similar vein, albeit much more focused on the ramifications for individual characters than the ensemble cast of thousands that is Star Wars.)

I Got My Head Checked - frostbitebakery (Complete, 79,000 words)

Codywan Sith!Obi-Wan AU. Cody falls for the hot Sith in the next cell...

Light of the Mists- Snowy Egret Chimes of Kyber, Songs of Kyber, and Anthem of Kyber (Complete, 166,000 words)

This one technically also fits the Obi-Wan's apprenticeship category too. Bit of an epic of, what would happen if Obi-Wan never made it to Bandomeer, and instead trained under a force sect with rather different ideas about how things worked than the modern jedi order?

Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi - stonefreeak (WIP, 113,000 words)

Wonderful crackfic premise done mostly seriously. (WIP)

By an extremely obscure bit of Senate Legalise, Obi-Wan finds himself thrust into the role of Supreme Chancellor. Palpatine is furious.

How A Romance Novel Saved The Galaxy - Ariana Deralte (WIP, 184,000 words)

The galaxy takes a left turn when a popular novel takes the world by storm, and the Jedi and Mandalorians mutually discover their two cultures aren't so different after all...

sanguine - glimmerglanger (complete, 158,000 words)

In which Obi-Wan being a vampire, with all the nasty prejudices that come with being a non-human in the GFFA, somehow saves the galaxy.

Just Go Kill Palpatine - nevertheless_turtle (WIP, 6662 words though this is likely an underestimate due to formatting of a wonderful epistolary/OutsiderPOV social-media-centric chapter)

Just as the title says. Obi-Wan goes and attempts to do just that. Wonderful and hilarious.

The More I Live the More I See this Life is Not About Me - K_R_Closson

Another de-aged Obi-Wan fic. In which post-Melida-Daan suspicious of everyone and everything Kenobi somehow fixes things. Everyone around Obi-Wan is suitably horrified by the news of just what his apprenticeship under Qui-Gon entailed.

Not Quite Sure How to Catergorise these...

This category is the equivalent of the draw marked 'misc.' sorry! Mostly a mix of action/adventure stuff and fics I suspect will turn into, and they prevented order 66 fix-its, but maybe not, with some other truly misc. things thrown in.

backdrop - esama (Complete, 2300 words)

Short and sweet self-contained little tale. Very succinct, but what the author does with those words...

Gunslinger's Paean - Idiot's Array + Homeworld Elegy - Ashcroft_Writes (WIP, 299,000 words)

Epic, what if Obi-Wan post-Rako Hardeen paired up with Cad Bane action adventure tale. Mistrust. Violence. Gunslinging. Espionage. Murder attempts galore!

We Brothers, We Sisters, We Vod'e Few - infinitecompositions(WIP, 322,000 words)

Hell of a fic. WIP. What if canon were to take just a step to the left... Post-Naboo Obi-Wan finds himself recruited for the Shadows branch of the jedi order...

Another epic, cough, can you tell what style I like yet? Uh, starts off as a bit of a dark action adventure romp, rapidly morphs into a detailed dissection of spy-craft, espionage, and galactic politics - but becomes no less tense for it.

Kneading - Threebea O (WIP, 79,000 words)

Manages the miraculous trick of being canon, whilst seeming to be a fluffy bakery AU for a significant chunk of the first few chapters.

Jango/Obi - Jango falls for a local baker whilst hanging out in small town with Boba. Increasingly important to the fate of the galaxy shenanigans inevitably ensue when aforementioned baker turns out to be Obi-Wan Kenobi undercover.

Be Your Love - glimmerglanger (complete, explicit, 9000 words)

I tend not to go for 'real world' AUs but this author's work is so very excellent that I'm reccieing this one - hell I think most of their work is well worth a look through, and every fic-genre they've attempted has proven very fun indeed.

Heed the tags. Explicit Codywan BDSM stuff contained within.

Wizard of the Jundland Wastes - phoenixyfriend (complete, 3200 words)

Obi-Wan on Tatooine, outsiderPOV.

One of many wonderful Star Wars fics this author has written. If this one doesn't catch your fancy, one of their many delightful utterly bizarre premise taken to logical conclusion fics probably will.

Father of the Year (Not) - phoenixyfriend (complete, 2430 words)

Obi-Wan and Jango find out they're each other's soulmates. Mostly they're furious.

Wonderful very pointed skewering of all the usual soulmate and Jango is actually a decent dude tendencies in fic-writing.

Time Travel fics:

I thought I fought this war alone - stonefreeak (Complete, 3783 words)

Wonderful short and sweet Obi-Wan time travelling to his padawan days fix-it.

this is unexpected - MarbleGlove (Complete, 4461 words)

Very succinct and perfect with it time travel what if. Old Ben Kenobi goes back in time and immediately ruins Palpatine's day.

This author tends to be delightful no matter the fandom.

The Sun Swings East - kj_feybarn (Complete, 33,000 words)

Brilliantly done timeloop story of woe and hope. As much about recovery as the initial plot-driven despair. Mind the tags, Obi-Wan is understandably severely depressed throughout much of this fic.

The Making of Mavericks - AppoApples (complete, 146,000 words)

It was extremely difficult to choose just the one time travel fic from this author. Their output is wonderfully varied, don't like their particular take on the Jedi Order and/or the Mandalorians in this fic? Pick another, and odds are they'll have explored the concept from precisely the opposite angle.

This author has a wonderful exploratory sense of, okay okay, so how do we fix this thing/how do we make it worse?

In this case, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Cody, and Rex time travel to the past. This creates broad sweeping changes to the timeline, not always for the better.

The Desert Storm (complete, 1,144,599 words) & Rise and Fall series (WIP, 396,000 words) - Blue_Sunshine (WIP)

Wonderful epic-length time-travel fic. Highly recommended. Technically a WIP, but what there is already is well worth the time.

Ben Kenobi, now Nasaade, in utter furious despair finds himself back in time, pre, well, everything. He decides to take matters into his own hands and change things.

Gorgeous character-work, where by the end of the piece the characters are all in very different places than where they started out. And you utterly believe the growth (positive and negative) that got them there.

Draws from both legends and canon in a bit of a hodgepodge approach - despite drawing from a few of the more leaning towards the jedi were the bad guys sources in legends, impressively manages to tread a nuanced stance on, okay so what if the jedi and mandalorians did decide to start reforming in the face of this grave existential threat that's been brought to their attention?

Wonderful utterly enviable pacing - I know this one's extremely long. But at no point do you ever feel/notice the length when reading this thing.

It Was Another Time and I Another Man - Pell_Binterhol (WIP, 196,000 words)

Multiple Kenobis time travelling. Absolute chaos for absolutely everyone else; fellow time travellers, fellow Kenobis, and plotting Sith alike.

the massive machinery of hope - Killbothtwins (Complete, 150,000 words)

Obi-Wan travels back to his padawan days and annoys everyone else into helping him save the day. Wonderful sense of wry humour throughout this fic.

Living Memory - elsa3beth (WIP, 363,000 words)

Epic very detailed wonderful fic detailing just what General Kenobi would do if he had to fight the war again.

Deals with just what could happen if Anakin had ever had to face his fellow jedi with even a few of his flaws laid bare, and the fallout.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan, just barely managing to hold himself together, fresh out of the middle of his exile to Tatooine, is desperately playing four-dimensional chess against Palpatine and trying to use the awful structure of the Republic's Army to save both the Jedi and the Clones.

The 212th Attack Battalion's Guide to Saving the Galaxy by Accident - antigrav_vector & quarra (WIP, 783,000 words)

Long, character driven fic that's an incredibly fun take on just what might happen if Obi-Wan and a bunch of Ghost Company stumbled into Jaster Mereel's True Mandalorians and get themselves adopted. Heed the tags wrt pairings!

All the complications that come from being an adult stuck as an apparent child ensue. From being squicked out about being a kid again, to having other people being concerned that a kid is behaving like an adult, to just... time travel complications, kidnapping, force esoterica, and fighting a small war.

Plenty of Jedi thoughtfully staring at this strange miniature jedi master, lots of Mandalorians being both stunned and horrified by these tiny soldiers, and Dooku/Sifo-Dyas being a surprisingly lovely central pairing.

Not Qui-Gon friendly in the least, and in this verse you can't help but feel he very much deserves it.

Suicidal Misunderstandings - nevertheless_turtle (WIP, 67,000 words)

Obi-Wan spends much of this fic convinced he's hallucinating and on a bad spice-trip. The trigger warning is very much in the name here.

That said, wonderful, often hilarious time travelling Obi-Wan fic, as the jedi desperately try to work out 1) what's wrong with Obi-Wan, and 2) how to stop Palpatine.

Re-Entry (Complete, 568,000 words) and Re-Entry Journey of the Whills (WIP, 889,000 words) - flamethrower

Fair warning, might turn into a deadlink fairly soon. The author's stuff is in the process of being transferred to another archive. Not a big deal (though fandom being a collective arse is, ffs), as with many older fics this one has moved home fairly often! (Squidgeworld.)

Wonderful absolute epic time travelling Obi-Wan Kenobi fic. Even if you're not a fan of the central Qui/Obi pairing it's written from a very believable perspective, of you can see precisely how these two adults got there, and an extremely enjoyable read with it.

Starts off as a fairly character-driven piece, as the plot slowly builds into something extremely ominous indeed, though once the plot momentum gets going ye gods it gets going.

Another case of technically a series that's a WIP, but every individual story that's up is complete and a satisfying individual whole.

Filled with all the things I love in a Star Wars fic, Obi-Wan getting to be awesome, force esoterica, Obi-Wan getting to be a little shit, plotty plot, the jedi getting to be nuanced and awesome, canon and fanon star wars lore all over the place, and plenty of action adventure and gorgeous character work.

I don't want to go into too much spoilery detail here, but suffice it to say this one is a classic in the fandom for a reason, and deservedly so.

Warning that the dark stuff in this fic can get dark, the level of whump Obi-Wan endures goes all the way up to extremely creepy Palpatine-torture on par with the Ventress/Sith-mask/Alpha-17 situation. It's never gratuitous with it, but in places this fic is explicit, at turns in both the fun porny way and the whump sense.

Star Wars crossovers and fusions:

Alas this section will be shorter than I'd like it to be - unlike a lot of other sci-fi fandoms Star Wars fandom seems to shy away from crossover fic by and large. There's both less of it, and what there is seems to get a hell of a lot less interaction than it would in a different fandom. Not guilt-tripping, again, I am very very guilty of failing to interact myself, just a weird, 'huh, where are all the crossovers?' thing I've noticed.

Rouge Handed - nevertheless_turtle (complete, 2190 words)

As the name hopefully implies this one's kinda sorta a Moulin Rouge crossover. Ish. In that it's firmly set wholly in the GFFA.

Delightful little crackfic.

The weeping stone - Gabriel4Sam (complete, 6965 words)

A wonderful crossover with The Mummy that somehow manages to thread the needle, hitting the humorous tone of those films perfectly whilst simultaneously making you feel very sad indeed for Obi-Wan.

A Star to Steer By - dogmatix, norcumi (first fic in the series is complete, second a WIP, 109,000 words)

Absolutely wonderful Stargate crossover/fusion - it somehow manages to be both a crossover and a fusion at once.

Largely told from Jack's POV, the Jedi are symbionts, with all the misunderstandings that would imply, given the SGC are much more used to dealing with malevolent parasitic Goa'uld than benevolent symbiosis.

Lost Jedi - Augusta Pembroke (complete)

A Velvet Goldmine crossover fic. Curt Wild meets Qui-Gon Jinn, and things get complicated. Qui/Curt with implied unfulfilled Qui/Obi feelings.

All the unhealthy messy relationship stuff the Velvet Goldmine tag and the age of the fic implies is probably present and correct here.

Qui-Gon ends trapped on the wrong side of the galaxy, he finds Curt who's force sensitive, and trains him to help him get back home to Obi-Wan... Things get messy.

Snow and Cinder - MrsHamill (explicit, complete, 16,000 words)

The pre-requisite wonderfully done Highlander/Methos crossover fic. Obi-Wan hangs out with the ROG for a while post-Naboo in a bid to get over a falling out with Qui-Gon Jinn and work through his own messy feelings on the matter. The main pairing is Qui/Obi as many older Master&Apprentice archive era fics are.

All you really need to know about Methos is he's very old, and very cynical. He's literally seen and done it all.

This one doesn't fall into the all too easy to fall into trap of having Methos, understandably an extremely old and cunning immortal being so much better at anything and everything than everyone else around him that it stops being fun and starts bashing the other-verse in the crossover, for which I'm extremely grateful. It's a difficult balance to tread and this author manages it wonderfully. (I say this from first-hand, I have tried and failed to airdrop this character into other sci-fi fandoms you'd think he'd work well in, fic-author perspective rather than as a crit of anyone else's work!)

Look at the publishing dates please.

A few of these fics pre-date Attack of the Clones. They were written in the 90s.

If I find out someone's been bashing an author for outdated terminology or characterisation or for not using the current 2022 language, or a character the fic pre-dates in a fic they've not looked at for over twenty years, or how they wrote the central pairing in the era when the punchline to every single joke in Hollywood was 'haha they're gay!' I... Well... I won't be writing another one of these rec lists. Which isn't much of a threat I realise, but please, be civil.

I could probably easily fill a couple more of these lists tbh, and get more specific with it genre-wise... But as a general, here's a few fics I remember fondly often. I can feel myself getting neurotically 'this has to be perfect' at this thing, so, this'll do for now.

#star wars #fanfic #fic recs #obi-wan kenobi #fanfic rec #long post #(stupidly long post) #recs list #fanfiction recommendation

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Misc. vs Faunus Misc.

Penny: *Curtsy's* Is there any particular reason you were built like that?

Firefly!faunus Penny: *Unfurling Floating Array* Father had personal reasons, though the one he gave the Miliary was to excuse any Eccentricities.

Penny: That sounds rather discriminatory.

Penny: It is.

~~~~~

Penny: *Flaring Wings* I am sorry you did not get to experience Life as an organic person for very long.

Penny: *Summoning Swords* I appreciate your condolences. I hope you live your life to the fullest.

Penny: I will. Thank you.

~~~~~

Oscar: *Extends Long Memory* How does it feel when the Velvet comes off your Antlers?

Deer!faunus Oscar: *Rubbing the base of his antlers* A little pinchy, But mostly I just have to make sure no blood get in my eyes. Or on others.

Oscar: I take it the bandages look bad?

~~~~~

Oscar: *Pulls Long Memory from his antlers* I envy you. I can't wear normal shirts most of the year, only button ups.

Oscar: *Fixing belts* Yeah, that sounds annoying.

Oscar: You don't know the half of it.

~~~~~

Emerald: *Twirls Thieve's respite* So ... I'm guessing you have sticky fingers as well?

Octopus!Faunus Emerald: *Flicks tentacle out of face* Hardy Har har. Do you ask all the pretty girls that?

Emerald: Am I like this with everyone?

~~~~~

Emerald: *Holding jewelry in Tentacles, inspecting it* How's your Mercury doing.

Emerald: *Repeatedly Folding and Unfolding Thieve's respite* He's getting his own legs to stand- dear gods I've been infected.

Emerald: Yeesh. Sounds like you're one foot in the grave- Oh fuck I'm infected to!

~~~~~

Neo: *Draws Hush, Signing* Now what have we here? A fish out of Water?

Lionfish!Faunus Neo: *Flares Spines, Signing* You think you can Handle me? I'm a hazardous Gem.

Neo: Not unless you're all cut up~

~~~~~

Neo: *Coating Hush in Venom* We don't need to fight. I have enough Venom for both of us.

Neo: *Bows, tipping Roman's hat* Venom? Such poor form. Do you even know the Thrill of a fight, or do you curl up and let things stomp on you till they die?

Neo: Okay, now it's personal.

~~~~~

Coco: *Cracks neck* Lookin' good Girlie.

Spider!Faunus Coco: *Adjusts Sunglasses* I don't need all my eyes to see the Gorgeous demon ahead of me.

Coco: Aw, You make me Blush.

~~~~~

Coco: *Peeks over Glasses* I'm Gonna *Hic* Wreck yer face!

Coco: *Aims Gianduja* Are you Drunk?!?!

Coco: Oh, I shouldn't have had Coffee before this ...

#rwby #penny polendina #oscar pine #emerald sustrai #neo #neopolitan #neo rwby #rwby neo #coco adel #firefly!faunus penny #deer!faunus oscar #octopus!faunus emerald #lionfish!faunus neo #Spider!faunus coco #yes Emerald is an octoling don't judge me

[collapsedglasshouses]

Hello friend-o! I'm unsure if you're currently taking requests, so if you aren't, please pay this no mind! If you are, I hope you consider this little idea I have that I'm too lazy to write myself. 😅

What about a pining Ruffilo? Y/N asks him to go yet again to the bookstore even though they both know she doesn't need anymore, and yet he follows along with whatever she wants to do because seeing her happy makes him happy. Even though he's at his freaking limits and finally combusts in the middle of their day to tell you how he feels. The fluffier the better, and it doesn't even have to be this exactly. Really just want a pining Ruffilo. 💕

Hope you're well!

A/N: Hello, hope you are doing good aswell! I love that request... Actually I was thinking about writing something along those lines. Sooo... I'm excited! Hope you like it!

Reading Your Heart [Nick Ruffilo x Reader]

PHOTO CREDIT: Bryan Kirks

WARNINGS: FLUFF, maybe one slight curse word… that should be it

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit

You took a deep breath as you let your hand wander over the books in front of you while your friend, Nick, followed you calmly.

Nick had always been the quiet type, content to stay in the background and observe the things around him. But when it came to you, he couldn't help but be drawn into the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside him. He had been madly in love with you the moment he saw you.

It had been almost ten months since he realized his feelings for you, and he did everything he could to show it, even if you didn't notice it.

Every two weeks, almost like clockwork, one of you would suggest a visit to the local bookstore. If you were honest to yourself you actually didn’t need any more books and if Nick would have been honest to himself, he definitely didn’t have the time to go look for new ones with you at the moment. He had lots of things to do at home, but he just couldn’t help it.

He'd make excuses, rearrange his schedule, and cancel plans if necessary just to spend time. For you, he'd always made an exception.

Little did you know, those visits to the bookstore were more than just casual hangouts for Nick. They were a way for him to be close to you, to watch you as you browsed through the shelves, your eyes lighting up with excitement when you found a book that sparked your interest.

"Nick? Could you help me with this?" You asked your friend, looking at him with apologetic eyes while reaching above you for another book.

Nick quickly step behind you and before you knew his hand was on your waist while reaching up to grab the book. Even though this were well known touches to you, you couldn’t help but shiver lightly.

You might love books but when you were honest with yourself, you just wanted to spend time alone with Nick and the bookstore had been the perfect excuse since the others weren’t really fond of going every two weeks.

You were comfortable around Nick. Your favourite part of your little book "dates" were when you set down in your favourite corner and read together.

But before you did so, you tried to find a book that he would like too, so you flipped through the pages of a new release. Nick on the other hand couldn't help but admire your passion for literature. He'd memorized your favorite authors, your preferred genres, and the way you'd smile when you discovered a hidden gem. To him, your happiness was all that mattered.

Not even an hour later you found yourselves in your favourite reading corner together. The soft sunlight from this early evening filtered through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue on the pages of the book in your hands.

As always, you were sitting in front of Nick, your back against his chest. At first you had suggested this position, so he could see the pages better, but with time it became more to the both of you. It was your small excuse to be close to each other.

You held the book in your hands, while Nick's arms were slung around you, sometimes drawing small circles on your waist, causing you to fall even deeper in this arms.

Nick's attention was divided between the words on the pages and the feel of your presence so close to him. He couldn't help but admire the way your hair caught the sunlight, creating a halo of warmth around you.

Your laughter and the sound of you turning pages filled his heart with contentment.

When you read together it always felt like you were in your own little bubble. You connected even deeper while it was clear to everyone around you, that you were both madly in love with each other. But you didn’t let the outside destroy your little thing, making sure it was the pace you wanted your whole relationship to go.

As you set there, devouring the words in front of you, Nick couldn’t help it anymore. He couldn’t ignore the desire building within him any longer.

So, without even thinking, he leaned down, his lips gently brushing against the back of your neck.

You instantly stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath while goose bumps started to form on your neck. After two to three kisses, you closed the book and turned a bit in his arms to face him.

"Nick," you whispered, your voice almost sounding like a soft invitation to him.

Unable to resist any longer, Nick cupped your face in his hands and leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the emotions you two had kept hidden for so long - love, longing, and the promise of a future together.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in that moment, your hands finding each other, fingers entwined, as you shared your first kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words, of the countless moments you had spent together in this corner of the bookstore, of the feelings that had finally found their way into the open.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads touched, and you shared a knowing smile. "I've wanted to do that for so damn long," Nick admitted, his voice filled with honesty.

You chuckled softly, everything in your stomach still tingled and your eyes were sparkling with happiness. "Me too, Nick."

„Really?" He asked, stroking your cheek with his hand, not daring to pull away from you. "Obviously, how could I not?"

Nick began to smile.

In that corner of the bookstore, surrounded by the worlds contained within the pages of countless books, Nick and you had discovered a love story of your own. And it was a story that was just beginning, with countless chapters waiting to be written.

i really don’t like praising myself but omg i love this

@yumikitten thank you for requesting again!

#nick ruffilo x reader #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #bad omens rpf #nick ruffilo x you #nicholas ruffilo x reader #collapsedglasshouseswrites

[awesomesaurous]

-rant, please excuse the salt-

I really wish Don’t Starve Together was a different genre of game. I know that’s stupid because the objective “Don’t Starve” is the whole foundation of it, but I kind of just wish I could take the look and the loose story and make it more of an adventure and less of a never-ending survival game. I think in the Hamlet DLC for the base game, the “town” aspects of it scratched that itch a little bit, but I want more. The interface could even look exactly the same. I played the demo of Cult of the Lamb, and that game has a similar top-down 2D look to Don’t Starve, except there are in-game “cutscenes” and you have dialogue options which advance the creepy little narrative. Hollow Knight was good with this too. It’s a metroidvania, so there’s no crafting at all (I don’t consider status upgrades to be crafting), but like most RPGs with a silent protagonist, the story is furthered through exploration and interaction with NPCs. Some people love survival games, and I enjoy them quite a bit, but I like them to have an endpoint. The Flame in the Flood has a brutal difficulty curve, but it does reward you for your persistence, and it’s by no means impossible to beat. The journey takes you further and further along a river which at first seems endless - but it does have an end, and that’s what I want, I guess. Closure.

Hades is one of the most enjoyable games I’ve ever played, and the main reason was how much you are rewarded, even for failed attempts. You might totally choke on a run, but even so, every time you venture out you’re gaining more darkness/gems/etc that you can invest back into your stats and weapons. As in - there is no wrong way to play the game, you will move forward and improve no matter what. I love that. DST has finally dipped into this territory with Wilson’s skill tree, but I think they ought to give every character a similar mechanic. The skills would be specific to each character, and I think would give players more of an incentive to do repeat runs. At a certain point the whole game gets boring, and depending on my mood I sometimes boot it up, think about all the trees I’m going to have to cut down, and then immediately close the game, because I’m sick of doing virtual chores.

Stardew Valley was so addictive for me that I had to delete the game to get control of my life back. That game is nothing but farming and chores, yet I didn’t get tired of it. I think that’s because if you want to, you can ignore any aspect of the game you don’t care for, and time will pass anyway. You can spend all your time farming, or just mining, or focus on relationships with NPCs. Obviously with Don’t Starve, you can’t ignore food because starvation is an ever-present threat.

I also don’t give a damn about boss fights. I never have, in any game. I’m always eager for them to be over so I can get back to actually enjoying the game again, but nope I have to hit this thing 1000 times without getting permanently killed. Don’t Starve’s fighting system is shit, and it always has been. The hit boxes suck, and the fact that I need to download mods just to see health levels for the enemy is ridiculous.

I’ve had a lot of fun with DST, but I think I enjoy the fandom stuff more than the actual game. Same with TF2. It’s pretty fun to play, but I enjoy watching SFM videos and stuff like that more than playing the actual game. Don’t Starve has such fun characters and such an appealing style that it draws people in, and the animated shorts promise this wider world and a more intriguing story that isn’t in the actual game. Most players won’t even get to the cryptic hints at the story that are in the actual game (the Ruins, etc) due to the difficulty curve.

There’s a lot of creative energy and highly imaginative world-building, but when are we going to see it put to use? If anybody has any thoughts on all this, feel free to leave a reply.

#game dev #just some thoughts #don't starve together #dst #don't starve #hades game #stardew valley #hollow knight #the flame in the flood #cult of the lamb #team fortress 2 #tf2

[beevean]

Idk I think people objections to vivziepop is overblown, she's hard to work with? So was Yuji Naka, She drew problematic art? So did Miura Kentaro and Rebecca Sugar, she said bad things in the past? So did Seth MacFarlane, she didn't groom any minors or assaulted someone like the Rick and Morty guy or the Red and Stimpy guy

Fun fact, a friend and I today tried to read the "controversies" page on Vivziepop.

And it's. Bad. As in, I refuse to believe anyone older than 20 wrote it.

Some of the claims have sources. Not all of them, though. Case in point, this gem:

Grooming Allegations On January 19th XXXX, Vivziepop has been accused of grooming a 14-year-old. (Needs citation)

Or this one

It is also worth noting that Vivzie supports Zone Tan, who is infamous for being a child predator who used a real child's voice for his child porn. It was also shown that Vivziepop directly interacted with Zone.

(wow, that sounds like a serious accusation! source?)

(also please it's not child porn, it's CSEM if it involves a real child)

Other parts come off as edit wars:

The drama died down after a couple days when a decent number current of SpindleHorse members, such as Sam Haft, Monica Franco, HorrorFreak, and more talked about their positive experiences, and some were convinced that the accusations were exaggerated or lies.

Erin Frost returned yet again in November. At this point, many are sick of her continued attempts at showing what she considers proof of her mistreatment, especially since she shamed others who won't stand with her, calling them "spineless" and sharing private messages without their consent. To a large portion of people, Erin Frost is not the innocent victim she claims to be and is attempting to twist the situation so that she comes out looking more sympathetic than she actually is

And then we get the absolute petty shit:

Improper Representation of Sexual Assault In one of the episodes of Hazbin Hotel, there have been some criticism about how sexual assault has been treated, as one of the chatacters, Husk, would tell Angel Dust that the latter will "get over it", even though Angel Dust has experiences with being sexually assaulted by Valentino, which is one of the things you should never say to a person who suffers from PTSD/Trauma.

Not even touching the yet again misconception that Loser Baby is a victim blaming song... This is a lie. Husk never once utters the words "get over it". This should be edited out immediately. Checking the source, it was badly paraphrased by a Tumblr post badly paraphrasing it in bad faith.

It was then revealed that Vivziepop also supported a Twitter user named "Raphielle", who is an NSFW artist that actively makes art of non-con/rape of Valentino and Angel (in which Valentino is the abuser, and Angel Dust as a victim of Val), with Raphielle even supporting said ship despite it being toxic and very wrong.

"and very wrong", how old are you?

Also I don't see the issue? Valentino abusing Angel is canon. And if Raphielle animated Poison, kudos to them for such a raw portrayal of abuse.

What makes it worse that Raph romanticizes it as well, despite mentioning that he has dealt with being repressed and being controlled, which is not a good excuse of drawing rape porn, in which Raph constantly fetishizes it.

Now this has just turned into a Twitter thread.

Supporting of Proshipping Like said before, while she has supported Raphielle, who supports non-con/rape ship of Valentino and Angel Dust, Vivziepop has also be revealed to have sexualized Morty from an adult animated TV show called "Rick and Morty" (in which Morty is 14-years-old, mind you). Vivziepop would even go as far as to ship Morty with Rick Sanchez (who is Morty's 70-year-old Adoptive grandfather).

Perish the thought.

The source of Vivzie following "bad people" is exactly what you would expect: the main accusation is that she follows porn artists with a fat fetish. Tagged as "csa" to boot. You people wouldn't have survived a day on DeviantART ffs.

And this is the cherry on top:

"Hey maybe this page should be written in a professional manner."

"HOW DARE YOU DEFEND A SHIT PERSON"

yeah you sure a person I can trust with handling delicate information!

Basically, I can't take this seriously. Again, I checked some sources, mainly the transmisandry ones, and sadly they look legit. The complaints about HH are however asinine to the point that the whole page loses credibility.

I won't get into this matter because I don't want to get involved into this year-long discourse more than necessary. I won't respond to anything related to Vivziepop again. But I wanted to vent because I hate when people are accused of being pedophiles/child molesters/abusers because they follow people who draw Sonic porn or they support people with a non-fluffy ship. Get over yourselves, and stick to the actually harmful stuff.

#i'm going to lose friends over this aren't i

[saym0-0]

oh my god. oh my GOD mechs esmp crossover. this is for SUCH a niche audience the esmp fandom is dead i dont care mechs esmp crossover

LISTEN TO ME okay ill have to add a sci-fi element to my established esmp world i am OKAY with this, grimlands are already victorian steampunk its not that big a stretch to add space travel, especially in the place of dimension travel.

okay so in my esmp lore the emperors are blessed by the gods with conditional immortality and flight, they know a new ruler has been born by if they're born with wings. i bet though i could twist that into the king cole/olympians idea of trading their citizen's lives for immortality. although it is kinda reversed? (mechs immortals tend to stop aging but can be killed, emperors still age and can die of old age, but cant be killed). hmm i mean theres definite differences between king cole and the olympians so maybe its just another variation, or something closer to the mechs themselves? though that ones less likely

honestly there literally is an esmp1 musical so i reckon its interesting enough to attract the mechs

but lets be honest with ourselves here, the only reason im doing this is so i have an excuse to draw grimlands!marius lmao

i think raph would be interested in it too though, with how they're so much more reliant on technical advancement than magical.

ivy would love the rivendell library, and crystal cliffs

hmmm jonny might have fun between mythland and the cod empire,,,

hmmmm brian would maybe like to hang out with shrub in the undergrove? he does like his garden,, maybe the overgrown with katherine too,, or gilded helianthia!

hrm,, i keep wanting to put people in the grimlands but i know thats only because its my favourite so therefore the most developed and also the most similar in vibe to the mechs

with that said though, tim really would have fun there,, like hes the gunpowder guy!! fwhip is the gunpowder guy!! they both r in charge of weapons!! guns, crossbows, same difference really

oough back to raph i think she and fwhip would bond over making their own wings,, fwhip made his to prove that he is fit to rule after gem fucked off to wizard school and raph,, uh actually i never found out raphs backstory beyond the fact im like 78% sure she made her and marius' mechanisms,, although that could be widely accepted fanon who knows not me

i think marius would also enjoy mezelea

but OH MY GOD TOY SOLDIER IN MEZELEA,,, i cant believe i almost forgot it,, i think it would immediately blend in with the clones and pretend to be one right up until they leave the planet, and have the time of its life the whole time,,

i dont know where ashes would go either.. i cant just say grimlands again because theres like four of them there already but,, the explosions!!

maybe mythland, or rivendell, those both seem like they'd appreciate a good mob boss taking over the place tbh

i think brian would get along with pix also

okay this isnt mechs but the fandom is a circle so if theres actually any fans of both out there reading this post, has anyone else noticed just how similar pix and jon's (tma) voices are?? genuinely when i started listening to the podcast i had to double check the va wasnt pix (and imagine my confusion when they share the same name too..)

anyways if anyone wants to scream about this with me please do, or if you want to know more about my esmp expanded universe feel free to do that too! in asks replies or reblogs idm

#the mechanisms #esmp #empires smp #empires smp s1 #the mechs #caps #tw caps #i am aware that this is so riddled with headcanons that its indecipherable to literally everyone #regardless of if they come from mechs empires or both #but idc my brain is going wild we ball

[ohtobealady]

October Prompts

This is inspired by @modernamericangirl ‘s observation that Robert had ignored Cora’s comment about another lady’s pearls in S5E5 … only for us to see Cora in S5E8 absolutely dripping in them.

6 October: Pearls

He narrowed his gaze and peered closer.

“I’m not certain,” he mumbled, and across from him the thin jeweler hummed appreciatively.

“Ah, of course.”

Robert stood straighter and he watched as the velvety boxes of sparkling gems and jewels were swapped nearly instantly, the third set of options sliding across Rosamund’s tea table.

“That’s quite nice,” his sister said quietly, and Robert peered closer again.

“Yes,” he said thoughtfully, but frowned. “Though I’m not sure for Cora.”

He could feel the air change besides him as Rosamund stood straighter. “Excuse us for a moment?” she said very primly to the jeweler who, nodding a quick “of course,” took a few steps across the room.

“While I don’t mind your using my home to choose the surprise—“ she hadn’t even waited for Robert to look up “—I do want to remind you that I am due to leave at any moment and cannot be late.”

“Of course I know that,” Robert grumbled, “but this cannot be rushed.” He beckoned the man over once again.

“What is this for? Can’t I know?”

He ignored that and leaned in to inspect the shine of one of the necklaces.

“It was her birthday a month ago now, so surely it isn’t that. She isn’t the mother of the bride, so it isn’t for Rose’s wedding. Nor is it Christmas or your anniversary.”

“No,” he conceded.

“Hmm. I wonder—“

Again, he ignored her and instead pointed at the pair of earrings at the far right corner of the blue velvet box. A teardrop of a pearl dangling from dainty sparkling diamonds.

“Those.” He felt himself smile. “Please.”

“Oh, excellent choice, my lord!”

Rosamund, too, leaned closer and watched as the man took them up gently and found the little card with the price. Rosamund leaned closer, too, when the card was slid face down upon the tabletop towards him.

“Are you sure?” his sister said softly. “She does have so many pearls.”

“She likes them,” he turned to the footman who brought his cheque book. “And they suit her.”

“Well, then, how lucky she must be to have someone to shower her with them.”

“I don’t shower her.” Robert sat, unscrewed his pen, and began to write out the payment.

“No?” Her voice was grating his nerves now. “So what exactly do you call giving her a rather expensive pair of pearl earrings for no other reason besides being in London?”

“She deserves them,” he admitted.

“Oh? Pray tell, what for?”

“I can’t say,” he glanced at her only briefly, and then back to his cheque. “But I assure you, she does.”

“You can’t say? Or won’t.”

He finished his writing; he tore the cheque neatly from the booklet; he stood, and with a smile, traded with the jeweler who in turn gave him a beautiful, small box.

He and his sister nodded gratefully at the man, and left the drawing room to leave him to clear everything away. Robert knew Rosamund would start in on him again now that they were truly alone, but to his surprise, she did not. In fact, she was silent.

It unnerved him.

Robert chanced a look over at her, and he found her peering at him, too.

“What is it?” he asked when at last he could bear her studying him no longer. “Do you not approve?”

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. Only—“

“Only?”

“—Did something happen?”

Robert blinked at his sister. Yes, his conscience said. He’d ignored Cora. He’d been callous and beastly. And worst of all, he hadn’t trusted her with that man Bricker.

No. That wasn’t quite true: he hadn’t wanted to trust her with that man Bricker. She was too good; she was too true, and it made the guilt that he had not been all those years ago rear its ugly head.

“That is,” Rosamund went on when he stayed quiet. “Mama did mention she’d noticed …”

And to his surprise Rosamund’s voice trailed away.

“Noticed?” he asked, his heart quickening..

“Well, at the cocktail party. You did seem—“

“—I don’t recall.”

His sister looked at him, stared at him, really, until at last she smiled. “Hmm. Do you know what they symbolize? Pearls?”

Robert shook his head.

“No. Of course you don’t.” She patted his arm. Then, Rosamund turned and began to walk up the stairs, tossing over her shoulder as Robert watched her climb, “But you’re right. I suppose they do suit her”

#cobert #cobert drabbles #unedited little mess of a thing #but here we go! #robert crawley #and rosamund too #why wasn’t she at rose’s wedding?

[cauldronoflove]

Good luck with the recalibration 💕 a two word prompt instead of three: workplace shenanigans

i love a robin and eddie dynamic where anyone that doesn't know better would think they hate each other so bad but all their friends are like theyre literally obsessed with each other your honor

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The bell over the door sparks for the first time all day and it makes for an immediate scrabble. Magazine pages flapping, the hollow drag of the chain on his jeans scraping off the front counter. He draws himself upright, a glancing pain up his spine and down the tight skin of his side.

Chin angled toward the defaced name tag affixed to his chest, Eddie clears his throat and musters a, "Welcome to The Record Emporium what's...spinning today," that's laced with only negligible levels of disdain. He sighs under his breath, eyebrows ratcheting covertly up behind his fringe.

His manager's a gem, all things considered, her only vice the religious fervor she holds for the stupid opening line. It's like she can tell when he doesn't do it. Growing up with Wayne's old union stories he'd think she has the place wired, but life lessons since learned, he's not above considering it some kind of preternatural echolocation. Or maybe their customer-base is just skewed toward narcs.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," comes Robin's voice across the store. Pitched slightly higher, vowels drawn out, but unmistakably hers. "Do you have anything with a like, stupidly long guitar solo in the middle?"

"Fresh out," he demures with apologetic hands fanned wide. "Anything else?"

They--because Eddie never doubted it was anything but the package deal--come around the corner grinning, only to remember it gives the game away all too quick. Steve schools his face fastest, notching an elbow on Robin's shoulder and tipping his head toward hers for quick conference. He comes out on the other side with: "What about one of the ones if you play it backwards you can hear Ozzy's grocery list?"

Be still thy traitorous heart. Eddie tips onto his elbows, which are so potently numb they don't feel like his at all, and clasps his hands, twiddling his thumbs absently. "Mm, no can do. Boy George's grocery list, if you're lucky. And for the lady, a fine selection of real music, aisle five."

She sketches a curtsy with the hem of her oversized blazer, something jangling ominously in one of the pockets; she doesn't look skittish, so Eddie figures live and let live. "Let me know when the coast is clear," she orders with a lazy salute off the brow before peeling off for the vending machine.

Eddie notches his chin atop his hands, rings digging into the underside of his chin, the soft skin of his throat. But he's unaffected, nonchalant, even. Workday visit from the boyfriend, totally in bounds, such is the illustrious life of one town freak and his geeks. If he can feel his heartbeat all the way in his teeth, who's to know.

He flicks his brows up in question. "So, to what do I owe the distinct pleasure of a visit from the wonder twins on this fair Monday? I can't clock out before three or Heather's gonna kick my ass. So, y'know, any world-saving 's gonna have to wait for the factory bell to toll."

Steve shakes his head, huffing a little laugh. "I haven't even heard from the little shits today." Snagging something from his back pocket, he waggles it once, twice, and tosses it over. "I just figured you might need that."

Eddie only fumbles it a little, so maybe the whole shacking up with a jock does something for hand-eye coordination that gym class never did. The brief flash of congratulatory vigor sputters and dies a coward's death when he finally registers the who and what of the cracked black leather caught between his palms.

Any clever entendre is choked off in his groan. "You're kidding," he mutters, the crooks of his ears feeling suspiciously, disastrously hot. It's muscle memory that makes him thumb the seam and flick it open, eyes scanning from the frayed ticket stub peeking out of one of the card slots to the shitty photo on his I.D. he's still got two years with.

Steve folds his arms on the counter, clearly happy to be on the other side for once, and glances at Eddie out of the corner of his eye, a shit-eating grin winning the fight of neutrality. "If you wanted a call back, you didn't have to leave your wallet in my backseat."

His flush snakes down--up?--tangling with the scars along his throat, and a small, pleased smile curves at the corner of his lips. "Fuck off, man. No fuckin' way has anyone ever actually done that to y--" He breaks off in face of the baleful, almost pained expression Steve makes.

"Seriously?" Eddie sputters, tossing his head back in laughter. "Jesus, and I'm getting all this for free."

The lines by Steve's eyes crinkle when he smiles then, and Eddie considers hanging up the whole inquisition and hauling him into one of the security camera blindspots for a brief reminder of what got them here in the first place. But there's something itching at him still and he's a junkyard dog with a bone at the best of times. He tips the wallet back and forth between his hands, absentmindedly weighing it.

"Tell me it was in the floorboard, at least."

"Robin was looking for her retainer case, or something. I don't know, she didn't exactly stop for detail." Steve looks at Eddie full-on then, all windswept and easy. Pulling off unaffected and nonchalant with decided precision because he's a bastard. "Which she didn't even find. That," and finally, finally he has the decency to look at least faintly abashed, marginally sympathetic to Eddie's plight. "Was between the seats."

A few things connect for Eddie then--the off-balance weight in his hands, the rattle in her pocket, the thump of the vending machine--and he's scrambling over the counter before most of it has time to lodge permanent residence. His belt buckle scrapes the Formica, and his sneakers crinkle the open face of his notebook, and it's all plenty of warning for Robin before he ever even yelps, "Buckley!" as he tumbles to the floor. "Quit pilfering my change--and don't give me that 'I'm poor' shit, it doesn't work on me!"

"I make seventy cents for your dollar, Munson, you can buy me a soda for my emotional damages," she shoots back, leaning around the corporate-approved 'employee picks' display with a can of RC at her lips. Jesus, she can't even use his hard-earned quarters for good. "That was the all-clear, right? I just want to be clear, because if I have to see you two, like, debauching each other in clearance I'm letting the next demo-creature eat my face, okay?"

"Clearance?" Eddie tuts, scuttling close enough to shove a hand in the nearest pocket of her blazer, fingers glancing off paper scraps and what his passing grade in shop tells him is a screw. "I'd at least debauch your boy in view of full MSRP. I'm a courteous suitor. Respectful."

She makes exaggerated gagging noises as one of her long-fingered hands swats what of him she can reach. Wrist, shoulder, forehead. "You're an asshole," she tells him, all kinds of fondness behind it.

He grins. "Yeah? That's the way you like 'em, anyway."

#steddie #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington #my fanfiction #realized immediately after posting the reason i felt so weird abt it is bc nancy is not here. i am at heart just a nancygirl

[baldurs-gape]

Just want to say I love your work and I’m so excited for the next chapter of shores. You always have me hooked into whatever you are writing :”)

Nonnie, you are a hero in kindness. Please know I love you for being so kind to take the time and effort to come over from AO3 find this blog and leave this ask. Currently I'm writing chapter 13 of Shores and it will likely be 14 chapters long, maybe 15 if I get carried away (we don't mention that it was meant to be a 2k one-shot). But I babble. What I'm trying to say is thank you! You're a gem and have brought me so much joy with this ask. Please have some lighthearted silliness as a token of gratitude. Though if you'd prefer something darker and more gritty, drop me an ask and I'll gladly write that for you too (an ask is basically my excuse to write for someone whether it's a prompt or not).

The Bird, the Bear, and the Bastard

Some days at camp were straight up boring, there was no denying it. There was only so much that could be done in terms of reading, idly tidying around camp and sorting through their packs. Talking was all well and good but even that ran its course when people hit their limits of what they were willing to hare about themselves. Alas, sitting in silence was nice to a point but quickly lost its appeal.

"I'm bored," Astarion sighed for the third time in as many minutes. "You sure we can't take potions of flight and wrestle in the clouds?"

"First, you know that's not how it works. Second, that's such a waste of potions. We might need those later on." Tired of this argument, Gale didn't even bother looking up from his book. "I did offer to teach you a cantrip instead."

"You offend me by suggesting I need a cantrip to get my way. No, I don't want to waste time learning a silly little cantrip for something that already comes naturally to me." After a pause, he sighed wistfully. "I want to fly. And land with the grace of a butterfly rather than a speeding goose."

Book slamming shut, Gale stood up. The furstration in his movements was somewhat dampened by his knees creaking and protesting the sudden change of position.

"Right. Get your bedroll collection. All of it. Pillows, bags, anything soft and pile it overthere." He pointed to the clearest part of camp. When Astarion didn't move, he glared. "Now!"

It was a commanding voice that Astarion had only ever him use when casting and suddenly he perked up, doing as told. Whatever it was that Gale had planned, it was better than doing nothing all day. Within minutes his hoard of comforts was piled up and Gale added his own meagre collection to it. All in all, it looked like a giant bed, big enough for the whole camp to enjoy an orgy on if they wanted. Stepping on it and bouncing a little, Gale nodded to himself.

"Come along, we'll start small." Curiosity won out and Astarion followed only half a dozen steps away. Looking between him and the pile, Gale nodded again. "The landing should be soft, even if you don't land upright. I'll use a very gentle gust of wind to push you. Ready?"

No questions about whether Astarion wanted to do this or if he had any opinions about the matter. As if he would have refused, this sounded like fun.

"Do your worst."

The gust of wind hit Astarion, drove breath from his lungs as it picked him up and threw him back, landing on the soft spread of pillows and bed rolls with a thump. When he could draw a breath again, he laughed and stared up at the sky.

"Again!"

Dutifully, Gale waited until he was back in position and, at his nod, another gust of wind lifted him off the ground before the landing drew a little "oof". Grinning wide, Astarion scrambled to get back into position to go again.

As they repeated the game, things progressed. The distance from the pile got larger, the gusts of wind stronger. Astarion began scoring Gale's accuracy for throwing him into the middle of the pile while his own landings were graded in turn by Gale. They were in the middle of climbing a tree to add an element of height to their game when some of the others returned to camp from their own adventures.

"The little ones used to love being thrown about," Halsin said warmly. "So did I, until I got too big."

Wistful and a little sad, those were the emotions the others could hear in his little lament. It had Gale and Astarion exchanging looks and grinning.

"I'll grab a scroll," Astarion said and hopped out of the tree with feline grace. For once, Gale didn't argue about wasting valuable camp resources so frivolously.

While Astarion jogged to get it, he approached Halsin. "You know, nobody is ever too big or small, it's all in the skill of the one doing the throwing. I'll have you know, I'm very skilled."

"Little mage, you're welcome to try but don't be disheartened when it doesn't work."

All the same, Halsin let Gale position him some way from the pile as Astarion appeared with a scroll in hand. They waited until Gale had tidied up the pile, made sure it was safe for a heavier landing. When he nodded, Astarion lifted the scroll in preparation.

The gust of wind was strong, much stronger than expected and Halsin let out a whoop of a shout as he soared through the air and crashed into the pile of bedrolls. Mage hands supported his head and Gale stood at the side, hand still out from here he'd cast it. Standing up on legs which trembled from excitement, Halsin beamed wide.

"I think I know what scrolls I'll be on the lookout for from now on."

Sidling up to them, Astarion was biting his lip to hold back a smile. "I'll keep you in steady supply, don't worry. Now, want to see what else Gale can do with those mage hands?"

Eyes darkening, Halsin looked between the two and hummed. "It would be my honour."

#oakbloodweave #astarion/gale/halsin #astarion x gale x halsin #bloodweave #astarion x gale #astarion/gale #astarion #bg3 astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #halsin #bg3 halsin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[manias-wordcount]

Strangers (Kaedehara Kazuha)

Kinktober 2022 Day Twenty-Two: Soft Domination

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

You’re not sure why you were so willing to sleep with a stranger. But perhaps it was because Kazuha was so different than other strangers you’ve met.

 He was the first person you’ve ever met from Inazuma. Just sitting and sipping away at his drinks as he enjoyed the ambiance of the tavern. He was welcoming when you asked to sit with him. And he was more than willing to indulge your questions of his strange way of dress. He spoke with a soft voice. A melodic and calm hum that seemed to float around the table. It buzzed in your ears playfully with the quiet rise and fall of the emphasis of his letters and sounds. And it didn’t help that his words and his sayings were always a poem just waiting to be written. A novel waiting to be explored. But that pretty face of his didn’t help. Strangers or otherwise.

 He had a modest stature, but he carried himself well. A warm confidence coupled with a gentle smile as he laughed at all your questions about his life as a wandering samurai. Far, far away from home. And the red streak in his platinum blonde hair- it danced as he would laugh. It brought out his bright red eyes that seemed to sparkle like gems to your tipsy brain. But the delicate curves of his handsome face had you looking for any excuse to stay with him as you finished your drink or two. A sediment no doubt shared as his eyes seem to travel a bit too low to be considered a normal look between strangers, now friends.

 And in your time together at the bar, he told you a number of stories. About his past. About his present. Some daring. Some beautiful. He bought you a drink or two in between those stories. And he told you about the hotel room he had for the night in the end. 

 You followed him back to his lodgings. Strangers, now friends. A trust you shouldn’t have in him. But a trust you couldn’t help but feel as his hands moved just a bit away from what you would consider to be innocent. But when the door to his lodgings was shut and locked behind you, you realized that the role of friends was left in the bar. 

 Just like your clothes, now with little tears and torn buttons from excited fingers, are left all over the floor. But the way he littered your skin with pretty little bite marks covers you in its own special way. A way that sent you gasping and moaning as he took his time finding out all the spots that had your legs squeezing together and your fingers tugging at his hair. 

 And just when you thought it was your turn to reciprocate all that he had for you, he manages to surprise you again. Being so, so gentle as he pushes you back onto his temporary bed and climbs on top of you- still half-dressed. 

 “Close your eyes. And keep them closed.” A murmur comes. Low and close to your ear. Voice as sweet as the liquor you both drank tonight. You’re starting to feel convinced that he’s more than an Inazuman. “I want to explore something with you. I want to make you feel good.”

 He’s magic.

 But in the back of your mind, you know that he’s a stranger. And you know you shouldn’t be doing this with a stranger. You shouldn’t be letting your guard down. You shouldn’t be making yourself so vulnerable. He’s a stranger. Even if at the bar, you felt that you both were friends.

 But you look into his eyes for a second. You look into his eyes one more time. And they’re half-lidded like yours. They’re oh, so red, and they glitter like gems. They tell you the same stories he told you in the bar. Some daring. And some beautiful. You find that you can lay your trust in a man you just met. Just this once. He’s different, after all. And you’re really starting to like different. 

 So you take a deep breath. And you take one more. And with that, your eyes fall shut, giving in to his request. Strangers or otherwise. 

 His fingers found your lips as soon as your eyes close. A thumb swipes over your bottom lip, drawing small, small circles before lighting tugging it downwards. Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment, and you let out a harsh breath, unsure of what to do with the feeling. But Kazuha gives you a soft hum, reminding you to relax. So you do. You take a deep breath, letting your chest rise all to let it fall once more. Your eyes no longer squeeze shut. They close slightly, blocking out all your vision peacefully. Only your imagination remains. The images of Kazuha you kept in your head. The images of a stranger, so different from all that you’ve met before. 

 His hand travels downwards. You let it.

 It slowly travels down your chin, his other fingers coming up to rest on your neck as he makes his way down to your throat. He moves impossibly slow. Putting just enough pressure to remind you that he’s here. And not enough to leave you satisfied. But then he shifts. His hands adjust and suddenly, it’s not just a finger traveling down your neck. It’s his whole hand- coming to circle around it. Holding with a grip that allows him to manipulate where he wants your head to turn. To the left. To the right. You let him. Up. And up. And up, and up, and up until your head is back and you’re arching your back to keep up his wants. You let him.

 Your reward is a kiss to your slightly parted lips. He soaks up your deep breaths with his own mouth. It’s different. intimate. It’s soft. It’s not sloppy like you had before. It’s not rough like you’ve had before. It’s different. And you need more of it. You need more of him. Strangers or otherwise. 

 “You’re responding to me very well,” He voices in a soft whisper. You’re melting at the pride that laces Kazuha’s words as he guides your body downwards until you’re back to lying flat on top of the hotel bed sheets. “I’m proud of you.”

 You mewl. 

 He’s a stranger. You know that. You know that so well. Your rapidly sobering thoughts remind you of that constantly, and yet you’re whimpering at his praise. Whining under his care and attention to detail. And waiting. Waiting patiently. Waiting so, so patiently. To see if he could give you more of this feeling. This soft, soft feeling. Of care. Of pride. Of accomplishment. Of lust. Of magic.

 Strangers or otherwise.

#Kazuha #kazuha genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kazuha kaedehara #kazuha kaedehara x reader #kazuha genshin #Genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #kazuha x reader #kazuha genshin impact #x reader #xreader #fanfiction #fanfic

[melon-official]

GOING TO STRAUGHT UP CRY I TTPED OUT LIKE 8 PROMPST AND TUMBLR RELOADED AND THEYRE ALL FUCKING GONE. ANY FUCKIG WAYS.

- Lizzie sitting in the River house and Cleo floating above her like :)

- grian in a yourube thumbnail that says BIGB GASLIGHTS ME? CANCEL CULTURE ON LIFE SMP

- skizz doing this after tango kills that frog for no fucking reason

- scar denying everyone and then sitting alone in trader scars like <:’c nobody care me?

- scott and gem all flowery and impulse covered in grit and dirt

- a png of bigb photoshopped into the backrooms (low hanging fruit but I think you’d give him a good expression)

I’ll tell u more if I remember <3

i love u so much but aint no fucking way am i answering all of these in one post. i'll take any excuse to draw secret life bigb though

#secret life #bigbst4tz2 #mcyt #honestly might draw some of the other ones later #dewdles #thanks for the ask

[cowboymenace]

MJF's year as Champion

MJF has been champion for one year after beating an extremely protected Jon Moxley. He spent the first half being a heel, avoiding conflict and manipulating opponents. Some has been good if not great, his feud with Danielson is one of the best and his match with Ricky Starks is an underrated gem that I don't see many talk about mostly because of both men's trajectory. There has been some bad, the four pillars feud exposed 1/2 of the men as not ready for the main event spot, I won't say who but if you go back to watch the promo battles you can see who I mean.

Enter Adam Cole. Cole was out for an extended period of time and whenever talent is out for that amount they typically return as a face, especially if they're entertaining. After doing his time in the Jericho Pit, he would go after the World Title. MJF and Him would have a match where it came to a draw, and MJF would deny overtime to decide a winner. However, a randomized tag team tournament forced them to work together. This is typically something the WWE would do, a scenario where two guys feuding must work together "CAN THEY GET ALONG" where they do gel but end up turning on each other. Cole and MJF would become friends, with constant teasing that they one would double cross the other. The twist: neither man has.

This would create the biggest buzz in the company. MJF would be seen as one of those guys who would never turn face, but he proved us wrong. It felt like a challenge for Max, trying to prove that he can be as compelling and fun as a face as he was a heel. In the world of wrestling, heels seem to have more creativity, and it may seem hard, but I'd argue it's easier to get people to dislike you. It's hard to get people to like you. MJF achieved that and made moves like a double clothesline and a front drop kick more over than any other move in the company.

Both men would open and close AEW's and modern wrestling's Biggest Event Ever. So how do you follow that? Well by erroneously making MJF the center of the universe, and unfortunately over stuffing the title picture. MJF and Cole won the ROH Tag Belts, which have been turned into trinkets something they'd hang on their Christmas tree. Neither man have worked an ROH Honorclub episode, Cole has the excuse of being super injured at least. You'd think that this would be a good time for a heel team to beat an handicapped team for some quick heat right? Wrong, there's been two instances where MJF has fended off heel teams, once by himself. Alone, MJF began to feud with the hottest heel stable in the company Bullet Club Gold. Jay White would challenge and taunt MJF for months, however he wouldn't get the champ's sole attention. Wardlow would return much to my chagrin to do sloppy powerbombs (the man is a walking tabula rasa) and challenge MJF. Samoa Joe wants a rematch since MJF and Cole heroically cheated to beat him. Also there's a masked man in MJF's devil costume beating up people who are near MJF either as friend and foe.

Oh yes one more thing, MJF has to deal with Roderick Strong and the kingdom. Seems like there's a lot on his plate, seems like he would be distracted and therefore would be more likely to lose? Nope. MJF got """hurt""" during his tag match against the Gunns to build tension for the main event title match but won anyways. He would sell his leg as hurt but then do moves that would worsen his condition because there was a Seth Rollins particles leak in his locker room I guess.

Jay White is a former two time IWGP World Champion. He's beaten every top guy in New Japan. In his first year there he proved himself as a top gaijin heel. Plebians who have no tastes would say he was boring, his matches too long, and he needed interference to win. They're wrong and their money stacks shorter than mini me. Jay White would prove the haters wrong by making a seamless transition into a western heel and as I said before became a part of the hottest heel act. He then went on to lose to a hurt, distracted MJF.

A man of that caliber was just a stepping stone for a rematch against another high caliber talent but I fear that match may be another stepping stone because there's a Wardlow waiting in the wings and a devil to be unmasked. MJF's story feels unfocused and frustrating. I know he's the most over guy in the company, but he's held the belt for well over a year and just doesn't seem to lose even when it wouldn't hurt him to. I imagine Cole destroying his foot and ankle threw a wrench into the plan, but the response to that should not be to sacrifice high quality talent to the wrestling gods to keep things afloat.

I have enjoyed MJF's run with the belt and am pleased he resigned. However don't turn him into an untouchable champion, the fun should be the possibility of him losing. If he wins too much then there's less and less stakes.

#aew #pro wrestling #all elite wrestling #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #adam cole #samoa joe #jay white #bullet club gold

[finerllines]

christmas at mum's

a/n: hi everyone this is my contribution to @watchmegetobsessed fanficmas so go check out all of dory's fics. the prompt i chose is 'tradition? we have literally never done that.' this is also a little check in with charlie and harry from the love, charlie universe. i hope you guys enjoy, happy holidays!! <3

summary: it's charlie and harry's first christmas together as a couple and charlie has no clue how to behave

wc: 1.7k+

tw: none

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Charlie’s been in this position before, so there is no reason to feel so on edge and out of place. She’s been to Anne’s a thousand times, including during the holidays, and yet, her brain is on overdrive trying to sense any eyes on her, and then distract herself to forget that people are looking at her. A good number of guests are familiar, being part of Anne’s usual Christmas party crowd, herself included, but there’s something about this year’s party that feels different.

A hand reaches from behind her and tips her chin back. Then, she gets a kiss on her forehead.

“Hi lover, are you okay? Why d’you look so tense, huh?”

Right. That’s why.

This is the first time she and Harry have been around his family as a couple. In fact, apart from his band and colleagues, they haven’t really made their new relationship known to anyone, choosing to spend most of their time together in private. For her sake and Rory’s.

She turns back to face Harry. Her boyfriend. Her partner. Her lover.

“I’m okay, just … don’t really know how to act. It’s my first time being around your family since we, you know.”

Harry smirks. “Since we started swapping spit.”

Rolling her eyes, Charlie replies dryly, “Yeah, since we started doing that.”

“Well, mum and Gem already know, and I’ve already told them to not say anything to you or to anyone, because I know you’ll get all flustered and embarrassed. So, as long as you can keep your hands to yourself, we’ll just about survive tonight.”

She rolls her eyes again.

He rounds the sofa to sit next to Charlie. Her draw to him is undeniable and she instinctively leans into him. He reaches for her hand and brings it up to his mouth to kiss it softly.

“You wanna tell me what is really bothering you?” he whispers by the side of her ear.

“Nothing. Just don’t know how to behave.”

“Try again. I know that’s not it.”

She would be frustrated that he can see right through her if he hasn’t been doing this for years. Instead, she just feels embarrassed about what she’s about to admit.

“My parents aren’t here,” she mumbles.

Neither of them move at her admittance. Charlie feels Harry’s body tense and she mentally smacks herself for mentioning it, for punching all the festive cheer out of Harry’s body. They had come last year without her, making some excuse to account for her rare absence, while Charlie spent her first Christmas alone. Well, not alone, with her daughter. It’s not that Christmas is particularly special to her and her family - Christmas isn’t really celebrated in their culture – but the one Christmas-y tradition they had was going to Anne’s to have a traditional English Christmas dinner. They had never missed one. Until Rory came along. Then all of that happened.

Just as she goes to apologise for dampening the festive cheer, he beats her to the punch. “I’m sorry, it’s stupid of me to have forgotten.” His grip around her hand tightens and he starts moving his thumb back and forth on her wrist hoping to soothe her. “But now you get to make holiday traditions with your new family, with Rory.” Then, in a smaller voice, he adds, “And me.”

The lump in Charlie’s throat seems impossible to swallow, so she just nods. She can’t believe it. Harry, her gem of a partner, is disappointed in himself for not remembering something very sad that happened in her life – something that she chooses to never mention – and is still so hesitant to insert himself into her life.  

Peeking behind her again, she sees that Anne and her guests are all still enthralled by Rory, who is happily making funny faces to her audience of adults. Quickly, she tilts her head up to steal a kiss, pulling away before he has time to respond, hoping to communicate her gratitude without words.

“Hey,” Harry whines softly then connects their lips again. For longer this time, allowing him to slowly savour her taste. A hand on his chest gently pushing him back causes him to pull away. “What, you embarrassed of me?” he jokes. But Charlie isn’t looking at him. Instead, she’s looking back at everyone else to make sure they’re still preoccupied.

“I don’t know about your family, but in mine, we don’t even have prolonged eye contact with our significant others. You may be okay singing about your kinks in front of the world, but I will not be caught showing physical affection in front of your mum.”

The seriousness of her scolding makes him chuckle.

“You’re adorable.” Harry pinches Charlie’s chin, provoking her to try and nip at his fingers. They settle back against each other with matching faint smiles on their lips. His arm is thrown over shoulders, his thumb gently stroking her cheek in a comfortable rhythm. “If it’s worth anything, I’m happy you’re here, as my lover, and I’m happy that Rory is here, and we three get to spend the holidays together. It’s tradition.”

“Tradition?” She turns to face him. “We’ve literally never done that. Rory only just existed last year.”

“Traditions have to start somewhere and this one is starting here on,” he checks his watch, “6.48pm, 25 December 2022.”

“Hmm. I guess I’ll see you this time next year, lover.”

Harry’s teeth clamp down tightly on his lower lip to try to contain the beam that wants to blossom across his face. Next year. She didn’t even flinch. Her voice didn’t waver.

They get called to the dining table to get ready for dinner before he gets a chance to slip too deep into his domestic daydream.

-

The last time Charlie was in Harry’s bed was when she was sixteen. It was the night before Harry’s audition and he had texted her in a panic, begging her to sneak over to help him fall asleep. She had nibbled through the skin of her bottom lip on the journey over, nervous at the prospect of sharing a bed with a boy, something she hadn’t done since Harry started having crushes on other girls. But all her reservations flew out the window the moment she saw her best friend’s red nose and teary eyes. Without saying anything other than an initial greeting, she crawled into bed next to Harry and let him rest his head on her shoulder and hug her arm to his chest as he fell asleep. He fell asleep almost instantly. But she was wide awake the whole night, eyes glued to the ceiling, brain running a thousand miles an hour as it tried to work out why her heart was racing the way it was.

This time, Charlie’s mind is racing but for a completely different reason.

“Stop looking at the door,” Harry whispers in the dark, “it’s locked. And mum’s not going to try and peep.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. Come closer to me and try and fall asleep. Santa’s not going to come unless you fall asleep.”

“You are so annoying. I hate you.”

Her hand feels for him under the duvet then shuffles over until her legs can tangle with his. Unsatisfied, Harry rolls over and wraps his arms around her body, completely covering her, tucking his head into the crook of her neck, letting the tip of his nose graze her soft skin.

His warm breath tickles her when he whispers. “Are you going to be this nervous every time we stay over at mum’s?”

“I told you, I don’t know how to behave around your family now. When Anne let me stay over as kids, she trusted that you and I wouldn’t do anything … inappropriate. And now –“

“- oh we’re going to do something inappropriate?” he jokingly interrupts. “If we are, we should probably go to the living room because Rory is right there.”

That earns his hair a firm tug.

“Stop making fun of me. It’s Christmas, you are supposed to be nice.”

“I’m sorry. You’re cute. Okay, we won’t stay over next year. You can be as inappropriate as you’d like in your own bed.”

She tugs his hair again.

“Don’t worry, okay. Mum is definitely already asleep and she definitely knows that we are sharing a bed.”

Running out of retorts, they lay together in silence, bodies melting into each other under the heavy duvet. Charlie feels his breathing slow to a steady pace, but her mind is still buzzing with thoughts.

“H? Are you awake?”

“Hmm.”

“What if …” she trails off, fingers now scratching Harry’s scalp. “Were you serious when you said we’d spend Christmas together every year?”

“Mmhm.”

“What if you can’t make it back for Christmas. What if you’ve got to do Christmas shows?”

His reply is immediate and confident. “I won’t do them. Or I’ll fly you guys to wherever I have to be.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Yeah. That’ll be okay?” Harry props himself up onto his forearms to look his beloved in the eyes.

Under his attentive gaze, Charlie’s face grows hot. “Yeah. I’d like that. And I think Rory would like that too. She’s grown attached to you. Sometimes she’ll grab my phone and tap her little fist on the screen. I think that’s her way of asking for you.”

“Fuck. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all year.” He drops his head in glee, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m away from her too much. Is it okay that I feel like that?”

“It is okay, more than okay. I know it’s been less than a year and I said we’d move slow, but it makes so much sense to me. When I think about Rory’s first day of school or her moving her to a big girl bed, I think about sharing those moments with you. Does that scare you?”

“No, I want it.”   

They find themselves wearing matching expressions again. All moony eyed and smiley.

Tired of just marveling at his beautiful face, Charlie slots her lips between his to kiss him soft and slow. “Merry Christmas, lover,” she whispers softly. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Harry leans down to press his nose against hers. “Merry Christmas. I can’t wait to make new traditions with the both of you, lover.”

#fanficmas2022 #watchmegetobsessed fanficmas #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot

[teahermitcomics]

Right, it's MCM London Comic Con this weekend. And I have a bunch of new shit ready for it, I've been working my butt off. Let's take a look at what's new on the table! Which you can find with this handy map.

Cup 9! £10

It's finally in print, it's gorgeous, thanks again ComicPrintingUK for another excellent job. Look at those deep cover colours, gonna look great next to vols 1-8. Speaking of, new deals!

Cups 7-9 are £27 (Saving £3)

[The Teaset] Cups 1-9 is £69 (saving £8). Nice.

Wooden Waiter Chick Pins: New batch! £6

I've hatched a bunch more of these chick pins (pegs unrelated, that's just how I dry them before I tie their ribbons on 😂), they're more yellow than the last batch so I hope you like these bright little birds!

Koala Pride pins! £4

Let Robert the Koala from Cafe Suada help you show your pride. There's also pronouns and customisation available.

Right let's get into the prints 👀 Excuse me for the length of this post but I have whipped up a BUNCH and there are some surprises...

Cafe Suada prints of any size will now be FREE with purchases of The Teaset book deal, btw. And maybe smaller book deals too. As a treat 💝

A4 Prints £8 💦Sweat & Soap Screentone Edition! 💦 😇Good Omens: I'M NOT NICE!! 👿 ⚓️Cobymeppo!!! (and Garp)⚓️ 🌸SKIP & LOAFERRRR🌸

~New triptychs~ £8 💙Megamind Blue Edition💙 💚Persona 3 Dark Hour Edition💚 🔫Metal Gear Solid🐍 🗡️Knives Out x Glass Onion🧅

By popular demand, I also have some new A5 pirates for you. £5 👑Elizabeth Swann 👑 🍏Hector Barbossa🍏

and...

🏴‍☠️ Izzy Hands 🏴‍☠️

People have been asking me to draw him for ages but it wasn't until Season 2 that I felt COMPELLED 🥺

I've also whipped up a cute rainbow concertina print to celebrate Sense8 with all the cluster portraits I did. £8

The final new print, as you may have all expected, is the stupid (lovely) hypocrite (Icanfixhim) pale gremlin leaving us all bloodless (horny)

🩸Astarion🩸

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Surprise!!

✨Teapot Shaker Charms! ✨£10

These wooden teapots feature a tiny Geraldine you can shake around inside with various sequin bubbles, hearts, stars and beads, backed by eye catching gold and bronze foils. The spout also has a tea coloured gem "pouring" out of it!

I only had time to make 4 so if you want one make a beeline for Artist Alley, Row H, table 20!

Okay that's it for real now, thanks for not scrolling away! All of these are just the new products, so my table will of course have all my other comics (Cafe Suada 1-8, For the Love of God, Marie!, Ambrosia, Nether Realms, Feels like Noodles and The Weight of Expectation), prints and other merch from before.

I haven't tabled at MCM since last year so I'm really looking forward to seeing you all there! COME TO MY TABLE AND SPEAK TO ME OF YOUR BG3 PLAYTHROUGHS--

#cafe suada #mcm comic con #comic con #artist alley #comics #webcomics #art #illustration #prints #tea #chicks #pride pins #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #opla #one piece #coby #helmeppo #ofmd #ofmds2 #izzy hands #skip and loafer #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #potc #pirates of the caribbean #megamind #persona 3