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chrollohearttags · 9 months

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listen..LISTENNN. I am a sucker for AU’s and especially when they crossover. I feel as if cowboy!reiner and musician!eren would be so stinking cute as relatives and that they would be so hilarious together!

content warning: lots of humor and banter, reiner and eren being clowns, alcohol mention, mentions of divorce and infidelity, angst (if you squint just a smidge)

So country boy reiner and musician Eren are the literal definition of polar opposites. Yin and yang if anyone had ever seen it. Growing up in Northern Jersey with all but a silver spoon in his mouth, Eren was always reserved and only focused on music. He had maybe a handful of friends in his life, who all left by the time he made it to high school. Not that it mattered because he was fairly antisocial anyway. Honestly, that may have been the one thing the two had in common. But unlike Eren, Reiner’s was due more in part to social anxiety and not being an asshole. He actually grew up in southern Georgia; Marietta to be exact. Raised on a huge farm, Reiner was one of the oldest among almost seven children; a mix of cousins and siblings that spend their days raising cattle, competing in 4 H competitions and growing food. Now, the boys’ moms were actually twin sisters and despite the two of them being very different themselves; Carla, an uptown, partying bottle girl turned boy mom that strutted into PTA meetings with her Blahnik handbags and Dior shades. And her sister, Karina; a pie baking, horse riding southern princess that preferred the cattle ranch to the country club. Still, they made it their mission to ensure that their sons had a relationship with one another. So every summer, they would go back and forth, spending a few months with each other. Reiner came into the wealthy suburbs and spent his break at the mall, skating and playing basketball with his cousin. He would show him all the different instruments he had littered around his spacious bedroom. They would then switch off the next year and Eren would come kick it in the sticks with him and the others. Learning to hunt, fish and ride four wheelers. It was a nice time. So naturally, when they got older, they’d keep the relationship going. One day, Eren decides to invite his older cousin down to Miami to meet his wife and vice versa. The four end up going out to dinner and Reiner is really proud of all his cousin’s success; and vice versa. Now, one thing that they did bond over was their love of taking cracks at each other. They would clown one another until one got too mad and then they’d be ready to fight! (all love though) Reiner’s favorite nickname for him was Pavement Princess. Calling him soft and saying that he could not survive his way of life. Eren in turn calls him Country Bumpkin, asking him if he can even read and that he probably catches raccoons with his bare hands like Davy Crockett. (never fails to mock his accent either)

still, the two of them are in his studio one day and Eren’s working on a new song. Something a little different from his usual work and Reiner’s watching him with a beer in his hand and a toothpick dangling at the edge of his teeth. As Eren messes around with his mixing board and synthesizer. “This is witchcraft, Eren. How the hell do you even know what buttons to press to make it sound like that?” He merely shakes his head and laughs, because if only he knew how long it took to master this. “Trust me, dude. It didn’t happen overnight. This shit’s not easy.” Still befuddled by all of this equipment, Reiner just continued sipping his drink and watching the way his cousin flipped a switch here and turned a notch here to cultivate the perfect sound. He respected his craft, that was for sure. But Eren was no stranger to the hard work Reiner did as a farmer. Controlling heavy equipment, overseeing all types of animals and lugging on huge bags of feed and fertilizer all by himself. Hence why he brought him out here for a bit of a break. To enjoy the high life and all it had to offer. Especially after news of his cousin’s impending divorce. Three years with a woman who put him through hell was finally over. “Well I commend you, man. This is crazy.” But there was another reason for this visit as well..

see, besides being a talented farmer, Reiner had one hell of a voice. Often times, the two of them would have little jam sessions that consisted of them trying to outsing the other. Eren, loving the sounds of R&B and pop, opted to belt out renditions of Jon B, Tevin Campbell and Justin Timberlake..as opposed to Reiner, who was akin to Kenny Chesney, Blake Shelton, Tim McGraw and anything country. Despite their differences, their shared love of music was one of the few similarities they shared. Reiner was also the only person outside of Carla that supported his career choice. “When you become all big and famous, don’t forget about me and go all Hollywood, alright?”

It was a promise he made sure to maintain so when they both grew up, got married and lived their dreams, they’d reconvene like this every so often. And of course, he didn’t miss a chance to croon a song or two with his favorite cousin. Only this time, Eren wanted to record him.

“Hey, Rei. What you think about hopping on a track with me?” Questioning absentmindedly as he scrolled through his computer screen. And naturally, Reiner looked at him as if he were crazy! He didn’t mind giving a full performance under the sounds of pouring shower waters or the occasional karaoke performance of Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey but singing for the rest of the world to hear? Not a chance. His confidence was not on par for that. “I think you’ve lost yer’ goddamn marbles. I’m not messing up your song.” But he was sadly mistaken! He would only be adding to it and helping Eren flex his creative muscles. EJ had just ventured out to starting his own label so he wanted a variety of sounds for his brand.All he had at the moment was a lonely instrumental, in need of the perfect vocals to add to it.

“C’mon, dude. I think you’ll like it. It’ll help you feel better.” “What are you talking about? I’m just fine, Eren.” trying to convince his cousin that this split hadn’t affected him but it was hard to believe with a pile of Budweiser cans in the corner and a mean five o clock shadow forming on his jawline. Staring him up and down, Eren would hand him a pen and paper. “Here, we’re gonna write a song. And don’t tell me you can’t because you’ve done it before.” Earning him a look of utter shock. “You swore you’d never bring that up again, you bastard.” “And you swore you’d shower this morning but I guess we're both some goddamn liars. Get to writing.” He was the only person to know that Reiner had dreams of being a country singer when he was a mere kid but gave it up very quickly when he all but dedicated his life to farming and helping his family. Now, with this fresh start and lease on life, he could do all of the things he put on the back burner. Even if nothing came of it, it would be fun to relive those old times of singing with his cousin in his room. But he looked utterly and genuinely lost. As if he were afraid to put all of those complex feelings and emotions out there, but if there was one piece of advice the tenured artist had for him, it was this:

“Don’t overthink it, dude. Say what’s on your heart and go from there. You got this.” And from there, Reiner felt a bit of relief and began to pin down EXACTLY what he felt. About the wretched woman that broke his heart..from cheating to taking his money. A beach blonde nightmare with abandonment issues and a serious spending problem. Reiner tried as he might to love her wholeheartedly but she drained him emotionally, physically and financially so needless to say, once he began to pen down those thoughts, the lyrics were coming along nicely. And with Eren’s help, of course, they were sure to have their track done in no time. However, when E.J. picked up that notepad and spotted what was written…his eyes stretched wide as quarters. Not because it was horrible; it was the exact opposite!

“Dude…get in the booth right now. We gotta see how this shit sounds.” He was elated! Like a mad scientist completing the final touches on his experiment. He was ready to hear the results of their hard work. So as Reiner entered behind the glass partition and placed the headphones over his ears, he’d instruct him to step forward to the microphone and he’d let him know when he could begin to sing. It was when he’d turn on the music and let it play to the second eight count, did Reiner start crooning and something inside of E.J. just lit up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. He knew his cousin was talented but this was something else..an entirely different level! His voice, the register and all the notes he was hitting perfectly, Eren was truly in awe! And with the hook he had added, he knew this little venture had been a success. It was out of his normal element and not his particular type of music but it was beautiful! Except….

“Something wrong? What’s tha’ matter with it?”

“The song’s perfect..but it can use a little something. Hold on.”

at that moment, Eren made a very hasty and reluctant decision by picking up his phone and scrolling to a contact he’d hoped he never had to use. Regardless, he’d press the number and hold the phone up on speaker. Folding his arms, he’d sway back and forth in his chair, awaiting an answer. Finally, he was greeted by that of a raspy and quite frankly, sleep ridden voice.

“Hello?”

“Jean, you ugly motherfucker! How ya’ doing today?”

suddenly, Reiner’s eyes went wide from behind the glass window on hearing his cousin’s phone call. Who could’ve possibly been on the other line that he was saying such vulgar things to with a smile on his face. He knew Eren was a total asshole sometimes but that was not how you greeted somebody! However, he’d soon come to learn that the poor mysterious person on the other end was no stranger at all and rather, one of the world’s most famous artists and someone who did his best to match wits with EJ. Little did he know, they stayed at one another’s throats.

“What the fuck do you want, you dumb bastard? I’m busy.”

“Doing what? Besides sitting on your ass.”

but his call wasn’t just to have an intermittent roast session, he had a favor to ask him. Which was ironic considering that he insulted the man every chance he got and the only thing Jean wanted to give him was a black eye. But there wasn’t a single person that he’d want on this track other than the Atelier Kiss star. He’d tell him that he had something he wanted him to hear before pressing play on the fresh recording of the new track. By the time it got to the end, the line had gone silent. But the response to it?

“…I’ll be over in twenty minutes.”

and from there, Eren knew they would have a hit on their hands. So sometime later, when Jean made his way over and he got the two introduced, Reiner was in higher spirits than Eren had seen him in months. Not to mention, their bond strengthened over their shared joking on EJ. Snickering and cackling like two schoolgirls behind the booth. Picking in his ear, Eren would lean over and speak into the intercom. “While you two bastards are giggling, let’s get this song done. I got things to do.” “Shut the hell up. As you can see, I’m talking to my new friend. There’s no way he can be related to you.” Even so, the three would resume their intended business. Jean would instruct Eren to pick up his electric guitar and play along to the tune of the track as they sang. As much as he hated to admit, it was a genius move! And once things were finished…they had their result.

“I don’t know what to say, man. I love it.” Eren breathed a sigh of relief and gave his cousin their signature handshake. He was so floored by the recording that he even called (y/n) into the session. “Princess, you gotta listen to this.” And the two gentlemen began to recite the song all over again for you. Even making you and Eren both dance behind the recording equipment. It was such a good time and your husband looked so happy to have his big cousin around again. It were almost as if no time had passed between them!

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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Young at Heart: Performance (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Rated: G, the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed Word count: 2.6k

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Summary: A puppet show for the children puts you and Benedict in close proximity.

Author's Note: Steamy puppet show? This could only come from the mind of @chaoticcalzoneranchsports 😜 Adding a wee bit of heat to this fluffy fluff fic. Hope you enjoy! 💙

You were jittery as you made your way to the nursery at the appointed time, torn squarely between chastising yourself for agreeing to this vaguely inappropriate private meeting with Benedict, but also undeniably excited to see more of him. You were developing an infatuation like a silly young girl, that much was clear. You shouldn’t have entertained it, but he was so warm and welcoming, his humor so infectious, you were happier in his presence. You already considered your life at Aubrey Hall to be joyful, but the addition of Benedict made it border on magical. Despite knowing better, you would allow yourself this little indulgence. What could be the harm in chatting and sparring as you both looked after the children? He was brother to a Viscount and you were the hired help. Playful banter is all that could ever exist between you.

When you entered the nursery you found him rummaging through the chest next to the theater box. He looked up with his trademark smile as you approached.

“Miss y/l/n! Ready for your stage debut?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide a grin. “I suppose my hands are, yes.”

“That’s a start.” He beckoned you to kneel beside him at the chest. It was filled to the brim with puppets and marionettes in a rainbow of colorful clothing. It seemed almost an excessive amount of toys for one household, but when you remembered that the prior generation of Bridgertons was comprised of eight children, it began to seem justified. Benedict dug into the pile, pulling out figure after figure, inspecting clowns and horses and devils.

“Now, we have to come up with a story. What do you think will hold their interest?”

“They love the classic fairytales.”

“Alright, so we shall need a princess.” He sifted and found an elegant puppet of a woman in a green dress. “And a handsome prince, of course.” He produced a figure in a smart jacket with gilt epaulets. “Who can…” He dug deeper, then pulled out an amorphous lump of grey fabric with hastily sewn button eyes, clearly a child’s creation. “...save her from a monster. So, why would the monster be after the princess?”

You bit your lip as you pawed through the chest yourself, looking for something that would spark inspiration. You found it in the form of a miniature basket, just the right size to accompany the princess.

“She has something he wants. Biscuits?”

If the childrens’ faces lit up half as bright as Benedict’s did in that moment, you would consider the show a success. “Oh, no doubt the boys will understand that motivation. Very clever. We have our story!” Cheerily, he closed the chest and began arranging the puppets on the lid.

You marveled at his confidence, speaking aloud when you perhaps should have held your tongue. “Do you simply have boundless talent when it comes to creative endeavors?”

His brows raised, confused.

Now you felt bashful, but needed to explain yourself. Heat began to creep up your neck. “I’ve seen your paintings, in the room you keep as a studio.”

“You noticed?” His voice was so soft, his eyes so hopeful, it melted something inside you. Some layer of nerves fell away and you felt as if you were speaking to a friend.

“They are very good.” You nodded. “You have a flair for sparking the imagination, Mr. Bridgerton, whether with your oils or your words.”

“That is kind of you to say.” Now you were both blushing. “And you seem to have unlimited patience and energy to chase after all my nephews. I don’t know how you do it all day.”

You chuckled. “They are sweet boys. I believe I have their loving family to thank for their good temperaments. And it has been easier with so much help extended to me.” You looked at him pointedly, hoping to convey your sincere gratitude for how much happiness he brought to the children and by extension, to you.

He took your meaning, then the telltale smirk spread across his face. “Even when that help teaches them cheeky pranks?”

You couldn’t help but return his smile. “Yes, even then.”

Then a stillness arose between you, much as it had the night before when he had looked up at you from one knee, his fingers warm around your ankle, his eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t interpret. They looked the same now as you held each other’s gaze. The silence together was comfortable. More comfortable than it should have been, given your position.

You remembered yourself and stood. “So how should we…?”

“Right,” Benedict seemed to shake himself back into the room as well, gathering the puppets and standing to face you. “You can voice the princess, and carry your basket like so.” Gently, he maneuvered the green skirt of the princess onto your right hand and the tiny basket into your left, guiding your hands together so that she appeared to be carrying it. He held the other two figures aloft, grinning. “And I will be the monster, and the dashing prince.” He held the little man up next to his face with a cocky twist of his head for you to compare. You huffed a laugh.

Then he stepped closer, voice lowered and head bent toward you. “We find ourselves in these roles yet again, and so soon after our last performance.”

The warmth that had been gathering in your cheeks went rushing down your back and through your limbs, your whole body feeling somehow exhilarated and petrified simultaneously. This was not just friendly banter, this was blatant flirtation. Twice now he had positioned himself as the prince to your princess, and it seemed he wanted your opinion of it. You certainly had one, but it was the stuff of fairytales, and entirely inappropriate for you to humor or hope for.

You had to step out of his radius before you grew lightheaded, so brushed past him and ducked into the theater box.

“So I crouch down here?” You asked, trying to sound innocent but you suspected you only sounded flustered.

He followed behind, shifting so that he was tucked against the wall and you near the exit.

“Yes, here, kneel down.” He dropped to his knees on one of the cushions that lined the floor of the box and bid you to follow suit. You did so, anxiously fiddling with the toys in your hands.

Benedict smiled, reached over and gently held your wrist. You sucked in your breath, unable to focus on anything but his fingers, elegant and impossibly long, pressing softly into your skin. “Take the puppet, and hold it up.” He guided your arm above your head so that it peeked over the crest of the stage. You were frozen, letting him orchestrate you as your heart started to pound. You feared he may feel your pulse racing in his grasp.

“No need to be nervous,” he chuckled, “this isn’t the Globe. Just a touch lower,” He pulled your hand down a fraction, never loosening his grip, and then fluidly reached around your back to grasp your other hand holding the basket and bring it up to the stage as well. “There.”

He was surrounding you now, both of his hands on your wrists, his arms lying parallel across the top of yours, his torso just an inch from your back, close enough to feel the heat of him. You were enveloped, fighting the urge in every muscle to simply melt backward and let him hold you. The air between you grew heavy with everything you could not say, but wanted each other to understand nonetheless.

His voice dropped to a rumble, his words spoken so closely, you could feel his breath across your cheek. “How does that feel?”

You were growing dizzy, overwhelmed with the feeling of him everywhere, with how clear his intentions had become and how very much you welcomed them. “Good,” you sighed shakily. “I feel…”

A peal of laughter echoed down the hall and caused you both to leap apart and stand. A stampede of tiny footsteps and approaching squeals soon led to the three nephews barrelling into the room, followed closely by a beleaguered looking Colin, carrying Caroline on his arm. The boys immediately fell to playing with toys, babbling amongst themselves.

“Hello, everyone!” You greeted them, smoothing your hair and skirts as if it would somehow calm your racing heart.

“Hello, hello, here we are.” Colin shepherded the children into the seats arranged before the theater and sat, bouncing his niece in his lap.

“How was the lake?” you asked.

“Not enough to deprive them of their energy, I’m afraid.” He rolled his eyes. “We are ready for this performance Uncle Benny has promised us.”

“It is sure to delight.” Benedict announced behind you, then sank to his knees within the theater again.

Timidly, you followed suit, crouching out of sight. You were nestled together again, shoulders brushing in the confined space. You held the princess and basket above your head as he had instructed but were so flustered, you had entirely forgotten the story you agreed upon.

Starting to panic, your eyes darted to Benedict. He grinned, gentle and encouraging, mouthing silently to you, “Once upon a time.”

Oh yes. The plot came flooding back and you called out to the audience beyond, dancing your hands across the window of the stage as you spoke. “Once upon a time there was a princess, but she had no kingdom and so lived in a cottage in the forest. She loved to bake biscuits and hers were the most delicious biscuits in the land. Every day she would walk through the wood to the nearby village to sell her wares.”

Benedict slipped the prince puppet onto his hand and popped it into view as well, picking up the story. “In the castle at the center of the village lived a prince who loved to eat biscuits, but also loved hunting. He could slay beasts of any size with his trusty sword. One day, when he was hunting in the woods, he could smell the most captivating aroma of biscuits coming from the cottage. But the biscuits were also drawing the attention of a terrifying creature who lived in the deepest, darkest part of the wood.” He slowly raised his hand with the grey lump of a puppet, staging his threatening entrance and beginning to speak with an ominous growl. “The dreaded monster named…”

You watched as he frowned, questing for a name. Then he peeked his eyes over the stage. “Colin.”

The resulting groan and chorus of giggles made you look over the edge too. Colin was scowling but completely helpless to defend himself as his nephews poked at his knees and Caroline burbled in his lap.

Holding back your own laughter, you returned to the story. “As the princess was walking on the path to the village, suddenly the monster jumped in front of her.”

Benedict skirted the monster over to the princess, revealing another frightfully entertaining character voice. “‘Give me biscuits!’ He roared. The prince heard the roar and began to head toward the noise.” Both of his hands shifted closer to yours, his shoulder beginning to press against you. You turned and found him looking at you intently. "The princess was frightened, but she was also courageous, and clever.”

His arched brow spurred you to action. “She shouted, ‘Get away from me you beast!’ And then threw her basket of biscuits into the wood.” You acted the part, letting your hand with the basket soar to the far end of the stage, crossing an arm over Benedict’s.

He took your cue effortlessly. “The monster, who wanted to eat biscuits just a little bit more than he wanted to eat people, ran after the basket, which had landed at the feet of the prince!” Both of his hands framed yours. You held still, incapable of thinking about anything but your proximity.

“When the prince saw the monster approach, he took out his trusty sword and struck him through, killing the foul creature for good and all.” Pitting a conflict between his two puppets, Benedict felled the monster in dramatic fashion, followed by cheers from the onlookers. You both giggled within the theater box, and you assumed the tale had concluded. But then Benedict took his now monster-less hand and wrapped it once more around your wrist holding the basket, moving it in tandem with the prince. “Then the prince picked up the basket and brought it back to the princess.” Now your hands were gathered at the center of the stage, prince and princess tucked close to one another, and he never relinquished his hold on your wrist.

Your mind whirred, distracted by the softness of his skin, by the press of him against your side. In a quavering voice, you kept narrating, unsure of how to conclude. “To thank him, she shared the biscuits with him.”

You had entirely stopped looking at the puppets or attempting to move them. With Benedict so close you could only turn and fall into his eyes, holding yours in that impossible, glittering way again, only inches away. He smiled, his voice loud enough for the audience but you knew it was directly primarily at you. “And they were so delicious and the princess was so beautiful, that the prince instantly fell in love with her and kissed her.”

As the prince puppet leaned in to peck the princess, Benedict leaned toward you, his eyes falling to your lips.

“And they lived happily ever after.” You exhaled, the words tumbling out as a reflex.

You were lost, deaf to anything but the sounds of how you shared the air between you. This couldn’t be happening…Could he actually be… Giving in to the irresistible, you felt yourself swaying forward too. Fireworks began to burst in your mind as your noses touched.

Then a chorus of squeals and applause erupted from the other side of the wall hiding you, and you pulled back. You may have been out of sight but you were not alone, and by all rights you should not have been doing this at all.

Entirely out of sorts with your heart pounding again, you leapt to your feet to see the children gleefully praising the show. Benedict quickly stood beside you and you both bowed, doing your best to plaster on a smile despite how your mind was reeling. Colin was applauding along with the boys, but quirked a brow at you both.

“Remarkable,” he mused.

You scurried out of the theater box, unable to meet the eyes of either brother, and gathered Caroline in your arms.

Benedict’s voice was tight behind you. “Thank you, Miss y/l/n. I’m afraid I have some things to attend to.” Then he strode briskly out of the room.

Colin looked back at you, his tone friendly but curious. “Yes, I do as well. Excellent performance, Miss y/l/n.” You nodded in thanks but continued to avert your eyes, convinced your blush was revealing all. “Be good for Miss y/l/n you lot, I’ll see you soon.” Patting the little heads as he went, Colin gave a final bow then left too.

You bounced Caroline anxiously, reliving every sensation in your mind. The repeated grasp of Benedict’s fingers, the invitation in his eyes, the heat of him crowding around you, your brush with an impossible kiss… Now he seemed cross with you. Cross or embarrassed, or perhaps just as confused as you were. What on earth were you supposed to do now? As Barney shrieked and overturned a jar of coloring pencils, you found your answer. All you could do was your job and keep your focus on the children.

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shy-urban-hobbit · 2 months

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Huskerdust!!

C/W implied suicide via extermination.

Angel took another drag on his cigarette as he leaned his top set of elbows on the wall, the red light that passed for daylight in Pentagram City turning the smoke pink in a way which was momentarily far too reminiscent of Val. He didn't usually come up to the roof but he just needed to be somewhere that wasn't inside right now and Charlie's 'no smoking indoors' rule which everyone usually ignored provided the perfect excuse when the streets were currently more dangerous than usual.

The atmosphere had been tense ever since the girls had returned from Heaven with the news that the hotel was now target number one for the next extermination but now with just hours left, it had become unbearable.

The fighting hadn't helped either. Husk had had the nerve to call Angel fake but even a blind man could see the only thing those two could actually agree on right now was the need to keep the hotel safe. Angel never thought he'd say it, but it was unnerving not seeing Charlie and Vaggie presenting a genuine united front on every single little thing.

"And here I was thinking this would be the perfect place to get away from you clowns for a few minutes."

Angel rolled his eyes and threw up a one fingered salute he wasn't really feeling, "Fuck you, Whiskers."

"Maybe if we live to see the end of the week."

Husk leaned on the wall an arms length from the spider, giving him that assessing stare that Angel both loved and hated. It was as gratifying as it was annoying to have someone who could see right through any and all defences he put up, "How you doing, Kid?"

"Oh, I'm just peachy, can't ya tell? Practically dancin' on the inside." Angel snarked, meeting Husk's gaze in a silent dare to call him out on it. Husk merely stared back (why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to get into a staring contest with a cat?), "Just thinkin' is all."

"What Charlie said about-" Husk jabbed a claw upwards. That had been one of the main sources of division between the princess and her (ex?) girlfriend for days after they got back until they broke the news to the sinner in question. Charlie had been adamant that Angel had a right to know, whilst Vaggie was of the opinion that at this point it was just adding insult to injury with the extermination so close. In the end, Angel had made the decision for them after cornering Charlie and demanding to know why she looked like she was about to start crying whenever she looked at him. Husk had privately been in agreement with Vaggie though - maybe it would have been kinder to let Angel live out what might be his last few days in blissful ignorance of the fact that Heaven would basically rather see him perma-dead than admit they'd fucked up.

"About me apparently bein' this close to gettin' into Heaven? Nah." Angel threw the remaining half of his cigarette over the edge with an elegant flick of his wrist, suddenly he wasn't in the mood any more, "Can't miss what ya never had, right? Was just thinkin' about how six months ago I wouldn't have given a crap about any of this. The six month extermination, makin' Heaven's personal shit list. None of it." He pulled a fresh cigarette out of the pack in his breast pocket and lit it without taking a drag as he began to pace, giving Husk the impression it was more so he had something to do with his hands, "Even back when I was alive I used to -what'd you call it - self destruct all the god damn time and when I got down here, if it weren't for Val lockin' every soul he owned in the studio durin' the extermination I would've taken my chances outside every time."

He gestured in the air with one of his free hands, "Before this goddamned fucking hotel and every fucker in it, I didn't give a crap what happened to me but now, for the first time in my god damn fucking life, afterlife. Whatever-" he paused to take a long drag, the cigarette trembling slightly in shaky fingers before Angel let out a laugh like the one when he'd torn Husk a new one in the bar that night - disbelieving bordering on hysterical - before looking away like he was about to admit something shameful, "I really. Really don't wanna die tomorrow, Husk."

"And you ain't gonna." Husk snapped out as his wings spread, causing Angel to startle slightly at the harshness of his tone, the cat demon took a breath to try and calm the swell of emotions Angel's confession caused to rise up, "I mean. I've seen you shoot, you've got some serious skill. Vaggie knows any possible tricks the exorcists might try, Charlie is the literal princess of Hell with all the powers that come with it. Alastor sees this place as his territory now, trust me, if anybody knows how much that creepy fucker doesn't like other people coming after his things..." he gave a small shudder he hoped the other didn't see.

"...and you?"

Husk would be lying if he said the question didn't catch him off guard but Angel had been honest with him. Only fair he returned the favour, "I ain't letting any of those winged fuckers touch you."

And there was that smirk Husker hated (loved) so much, "'Cos you wanna be the only winged fucker who gets ta-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, asshole."

Husk moved to stand next to him, draping a wing over the other to shield him from the wind that had picked up during their talk, "I got your back, kid."

Angel shifted his weight to lean against the shorter demon, giving a small mental cheer when the other didn't move away and let him kiss concrete, "Back at ya, Husky."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #huskerdust #angel dust/husk #angel dust x husk #husk/angel dust #husk x angel dust #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk

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flameobitch · 1 year

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THEATRE!AU

Dovey is the choreographer of ballerinas, in fact their dean. The former prima, and now the single mother of an impossible child.

Lesso is an actress of the drama theater, which is associated with the opera and ballet theater. She walks with a cane, smokes and hates everyone fiercely.

Both of them do not want to work with each other, but by order of the Master they are obliged to interact.

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Clarissa Dovey, a former prima ballerina of the New York City Ballet, has always considered ballet to be something more than dance. It was a real fairy tale, in which the dancers played life, and she, being a choreographer, played a real fairy godmother.

In truth, Professor Dovey left the stage reluctantly. For the past two decades, she has lived in glory under the spotlight, and the abrupt changes have confused her. However, her little three-year-old Rowena was running with students in tutus, and the woman involuntarily smiles.

Clap, clap. "My princesses, we're leaving!".

****

Joint numbers were undesirable. No, wait, they were terrible. Clarissa paced the room while Emma Anemone sang her opera part.

- I can't believe it! The woman groaned in frustration, scaring the singer.

"Claire, honey, this is just a co-production. It's okay!

- But with whom? With the actors! These... these... yeah. Lesso will do everything to make my girls become clowns in her performance.

Clarissa Dovey was a kind person, really! Responsive, kind, fair. She mentored her students and was a good specialist, a wonderful friend. But when it came to "Lady Lesso," the sarcastic, like all her charges, obnoxious head of the drama studio, Dovie was ready to tear her carefully styled hair.

- Red doesn't want the rental to fail as much as you do. You need to work together. Sort it out already among yourselves," Anemone, now the curator of the choir and the opera studio, stood up, took the ballerina's hands in her own and, staring at her, hissed,- If the performance fails, the Master will bury us all together.

#sge netflix #sge movie #the school for good and evil #school for good and evil #dovesso #professor dovey #clarissa dovey #lady lesso #leonora lesso #emma anemone #alternate history

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moranasgrave · 9 months

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Thinking about Moving in with Rockstar!Connie

warnings : NSFW, a lot of kinky shit idk, cursing, not proofread i’ll come back later n do it lmao i’m tired gang 🤣 (this will probably be a fic soon too i have a lot of ideas for rockstar connie 😏)

You’ve finally made the big step of moving in with your boyfriend connie springer.

He’s the lead singer and electric guitar player in his band ‘DOOM’ named by him of course. He was tired of getting apartments with his friends and he wanted to finally have some peace and quiet with his girl.

You guys met at one of his concerts a few months back. You absolutely entranced him. The smudged black eyeliner you had on, your short black skirt with the lace underneath, the bone clips and your ripped up black tights, tied together with the large tshirt with the bands name on the front.

You nearly made him mess up one of his riffs because he was staring so hard.

You also thought he was so fucking hot. easily the hottest one out of all 4 memebers, Eren, Armin, and Jean being the other 3. They were cute but Connie just had that way about him and that bright smile with all those sexy tattoos. Always wearing his black eyeliner smudged around his eyes and sometimes his lips as a clown look. He sung so beautifully and heartfelt you felt like he was speaking directly to you. His voice was your favorite sound in the world.

He brought you backstage after the show to get to know you. You guys clicked instantly, ever since then he’s been so obsessed with having you around. He would even bring you on stage with him at concerts after you guys got serious, of course bitches we’re jealous, but that’s the price of dating a celebrity. Connie didn’t care though, watching you dance so passionately eyes not moving from him once, made him fall so hard for you.

Connie got you guys a nice small little house in the town were the paparazzi and fans won’t find him. He made the basement a studio so his band could still practice there from time to time. He made sure you had a separate room to yourself for your hobbies too of course. His princess had everything she wanted in this small castle of theirs.

Your chilling in the studio with just the 3xl version of the band tee you have and some panties, playing with some random tracks like you always do.

Connie barges in the room with nothing on but some socks and a tight pair of boxers. “Ah there’s my princess, what you doing in here”, he says smiling as he makes his way over to you sliding in the rolling chair beside you.

His body was your weakness, riddled with so many tattoos on almost every part of his body. His abs weren’t rock hard but his skin was always so soft and smooth you preferred it. His fat bulge always prominent even on soft. Just looking at him made you horny. “Nothin im jus playing around with the sound board, so wassup with today”.

Connie could barely contain himself right now. Seeing you in his shirt knowing you had only had panties on right now was making him feel like a caveman. Sure he’s seen quite of few girls in bed, but they could never compare with you. Everytime he looked at you all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck you next. You were his weakness, sexually and emotionally everything about you was so sexy.

“The boys are coming over to practice in a couple hours so i figured we could break the house in before they come”, he scoot closer and pulls you into his lap. You feel his large bulge already growing as you turn around to straddle him. He pulls you in for a slow sensual kiss bringing his hand under your shirt feeling up your breast.

He moans as you start grinding on him slowly, tucking your arms under his. He takes his hand off your beast breaking the kiss to slide his boxers off. You slide your panties off too and start grinding on him again harder this time. He takes your nipple in his mouth looking up at you with his eyes half lidded. You moan loudly when he suddenly slides inside of you. “The studio is done, let’s go to the next”, he rasps between his moans.

He stands up with you straddling him still, him getting deeper inside of you as he stands up. He walks you guys into the bathroom putting you up against the wall and slamming into you. You dig your nails down his back causing him to groan pushing deeper into you. “You feel so fucking good, i can’t stand it”, he says going in to start marking up your neck.

“Fuck this, you’re gonna make me cum and i need the bed”, he grabs you off the wall practically bolting to the bedroom. He tosses you in the middle of the bed crawling on top of you and spreading your legs apart. “Look at how wet you already are, god your so fucking sexy y/n”, He waste no time diving his tongue into your folds, licking and sucking at your clit like he’s hungry.

You clutch your legs around his head feeling overwhelmed by all the moving. He forcibly spreads them apart again licking slower and looking you in the eyes. “Fuck connie..i’m gonna cum”, you moan as you buck your hips further into his tongue. “Cum with me baby”, He says as he trails his way back up to your lips, slowly sliding himself back into you. You squeeze your eyes shut already feeling that knot in your stomach untangle. Connie breaks the kiss sitting up again pounding harder and slower into you.

You feel his dick twitch inside you, “Oh my fucking god i’m gonna cum princess, cum with me”, he says throwing his head back in pure bliss, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Seconds later your feel your knot snap finally releasing yourself on him, his cum filling you simultaneously.

He bends back down kissing you slowly, “Next time we’ll hit every room, your too sexy right now i lost my cool”, he says rolling to the side of you. You laugh and peck him on the nose “I’ll hold you to that rockstar”.

#black girl blogger #aot fanfiction #connie smut #new friends #aot fanfic #eren smut #aot connie #connie x you #i need him #he’s in my brain #i love him so bad

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twistedtummies2 · 4 months

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Year of the Bat - Number 22

Welcome to Year of the Bat! In honor of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll, I’m counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout this January. TODAY’S EPISODE QUOTE: “All I wanted from you, dearie, was a little friendship! That would have cost you nothing!” Number 22 is…Birds of a Feather.

Much like Catwoman, the Penguin was a villain who was slightly shortchanged in the Animated Series, some would argue. Which is ironic because, in my opinion, the Animated Series gave us probably the best and most definitive take on the character there’s ever been. Why? Well, as I’ve said in the past, it’s because I feel the Penguin in this show sort of had a little something for everyone: in the first three seasons, he was depicted with a design inspired by the Danny DeVito version from “Batman: Returns,” due to a studio mandate by Warner Bros. His personality and methodology, however, was what you might call “Classic Penguin,” with him acting as an eccentric (but not deranged) gentleman thief. In the fourth season, things changed: now the Penguin had a more “Classic” design, making him appear more human and less grotesque, but his role as a gangster operating out of the Iceberg Lounge was more in line with the “Modern Penguin” most people are more familiar with today. So, no matter how you preferred your Pengy – more classic, more modern, more human, more monstrous – you kind of had your whole cake and could eat it, too. Despite this, most of Penguin’s appearances essentially just used him as the villain of the week, so to speak. He was never really the focal character, just a supporting rogue, or the chosen antagonist. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it did make him feel a little less interesting when compared to a lot of other villains in the series. One grand and glorious exception to this rule, however, has stood out over time: a somewhat more obscure episode entitled “Birds of a Feather.”

The plot is a classic “Villain Reform Episode,” as the Penguin vows to go straight…and actually means it! He genuinely wants to turn over a new leaf and start a new life. Unfortunately, he finds this to be more difficult than he expected…and his endeavors are only made more problematic by the introduction of a young lady named Veronica Vreeland. Veronica is a good friend of Bruce Wayne’s, and became a recurring character in the series; she’s a rich and somewhat spoiled socialite, whose privileged existence does lead to conflict…but her heart is usually in the right place, all the same. (Think of her as SORT OF like Charlotte from “Princess and the Frog,” from you Disney fans…just…way less hyperactive.) In this episode, Veronica – under some peer pressure from other wealthy friends of hers – begins to form a bond with Penguin, under the pretense of eventually inviting him to a big party she’s hosting.

Veronica is not doing this out of the goodness of her heart. The intention is that Oswald will be “part of the entertainment,” able to embarrass everybody that Veronica doesn’t like, and amuse everyone else. He’s essentially being treated as a clown, and he doesn’t even know it. All the while, Penguin starts to form romantic feelings for the young woman…and Veronica’s conscience starts to get the better of her, as she starts to form an affectionate attachment towards Penguin, as well. Of course, this being Gotham City, this can only lead to anything EXCEPT a happy ending. What’s great about the episode is the duality of its twin leads, and the way they get along. Penguin puts on the airs of an overblown aristocrat, but he’s not treated as a member of the social elite at all. He lives in squalor and is seen as a laughingstock at best, and a menace to society at worst. You truly feel bad for Penguin, because of the way he’s being treated, and because he is so totally sincere in both his desire to change and his hopes to befriend Veronica, or even gain her love. As for Veronica, while what she’s doing is horrible, not only does she see the error of her ways, but you’re given the impression that she’s really doing this to try and be “hip with the cool kids,” more than any innate malicious desire on her own part. Both are flawed people, but both are also not totally wicked in this story; the problem is simply that their desires clash, and by the time either could pull out and save face, it’s far too late. While Penguin was a great villain and had many fine antagonistic roles, it’s this episode that really cemented what a good character he truly was, and it remains something of a cult classic story for the series. It’s not as renowned as tales like “Heart of Ice” or “Mad Love,” but it’s definitely got a lot of fans, and I am certainly among them. Again, this is another episode where I feel bad for placing it so low, but hopefully the ones to come will not disappoint.

Tomorrow we move on to Number 21! Hint: “I’m a civic-minded citizen, with a lot of time on his hands!”

#list #countdown #best #favorites #new year's special #year of the bat #top 31 btas episodes #btas #batman: the animated series #dcau #dc #batman #animation #tv #number 22 #birds of a feather #penguin #oswald cobblepot #veronica vreeland

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clownprincessstudios · 6 months

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Lupgang shenanigans

#lupin iii #lupin the third #zenigata koichi #zenigata #jigen daisuke #jigen #goemon ishikawa xiii #goemon #fujiko mine #fujiko #lupgang #clown princess studios

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wolfgabe · 6 months

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Now I want to see Nintendo do their own Once Upon A Studio style short.

Some day I would love to see Nintendo do their own little short film similar to Once Upon A Studio with all the different Nintendo characters gathered together with a giant group photo at the end.

My ideas for who could appear.

The Super Mario Series

Mario

Luigi

Peach

Toad/Captain Toad

Toadette

Bowser

Bowser Jr

Koopalings

Petey Piranha

Daisy

Wario

Waluigi

Rosalina

Luma

Pauline

Wart

Tatanga

Cackletta

Fawful

Goombas

Koopas

Lakitu

Goombella

Count Bleck

Dimentio

Olivia

King Olly

Cappy

Piantas

Kamek

Foreman Spike

Starlow

Broque Monsieur

King Boo

The Legend of Zelda

Link

Zelda

Ganondorf

Tingle

Midna

Zant

The Skull Kid

Navi

Prince Sidon

Mipha

Daruk

Yunobo

Teba

Revali

Riju

Urbosa

Purah

Robbie

Master Kohga

King Daphnes

King Rhoam

Linebeck

Anjean

Byrne

Chancelor Cole

Agahnim

The Happy Mask Salesman

Marin

Talon

Ingo

Lord Girahim

Metroid

Samus

Ridley

Kraid

Phantoon

Raven Beak

Metroids

Mother Brain

Space Pirates

Dark Samus

U-Mos

Rundas

Ghor

Gandrayda

Adam Malkovich

Sylux

Kanden

Trace

Noxus

Spire

Weavel

Fire Emblem

Marth

Roy

Ike

Lucina

Chrom

Lyn

Ryoma

Xander

Takumi

Camilla

King Garrin

Robin

Corrin

Tiki

Medeus

Gharnef

Alm

Celica

Ashnard

Black Night

Dmitri

Claude

Edelgard

Byleth

F-Zero

Captain Falcon

Samurai Goro

Dr Stewart

Pico

Blood Falcon

Black Shadow

Mr. EAD

The Skull

Jody Summer

Earthbound/MOTHER

Ninten

Ana

Lloyd

Teddy

EVE

Gyig

Ness

Paula

Jeff

Poo

Porky

Buzz Buzz

Mr. Saturn

Starman

Flying Man

Dungeon Man

Master Belch

Lucas

Claus

Kumatora

Duster

Boney

Flint

Kid Icarus

Pit

Palutena

Medusa

Eggplant Wizard

The Reaper

Hades

Viridi

Phosphora

Magnus

Dark Pit

Phosphora

Dyntos

Wario Land/WarioWare

Captain Syrup

Rudy the Clown

The Shake King

Queen Meralda

Spritelings

The Black Jewel

Princess Shokora

Mona

Jimmy T

Ashley

Dribble

Spitz

9-Volt

5-Volt

18-Volt

Lulu

Pyoro

Orbulon

Kat

Ana

Young Cricket

Master Mantis

Dr Crygor

Pikmin

Olimar

Louie

The President

Alph

Brittany

Charlie

Shepard

Russ

Dingo

Bernard

Collin

Oatchi

Moss

The Ancient Sirehound

Various Pikmin

Bulborb

Emperor Bulblax

Animal Crossing

Tom Nook

Mr Resetti

Copper

Booker

Tortimer

Kappn

Isabelle

Digby

Pelly

Phyllis

Tommy and Timmy Nook

Crazy Redd

Gracie

Franklin

Dr Shrunk

Blanca

Gulliver

Leif

Mabel

Sable

Labelle

Jingle

Zipper T

Lyle

Lottie

Wardell

Blathers

Celeste

Brewster

Reese

Cyrus

Jack

K.K. Slider

Harriet

Harvey

Wilbur

Orville

Pascal

Joan

Porter

Daisy Mae

Lloid

Resetti

Don Resetti

Rover

Splatoon

Inklings

Capn Cuttlefish

Dj Octavio

Octarians

Callie and Marie

Sheldon

Marina

Pearl

Shiver

Frye

Big Man

Mr. Grizz

Salmonids

Commander Tartar

Crusty Sean

Annie and Moe

Spyke

Murch

Judd

Lil Judd

Aunt Flow and Craymond

Jelonzo

Jelfonzo

Bisk

Mr Coco

Harmony

Gnarly Eddie

Donkey Kong

Diddy Kong

Dixie Kong

Cranky Kong

Funky Kong

Candy Kong

Kiddie Kong

Swanky Kong

Rambi

Squawks

King K Rool

Kritters

Tikis

Tiki Tong

Snowmads

Lord Fredrick

Party Monkeys

Dread Kong

Ninja Kong

Karate Kong

Sumo Kong

Cactus King

Donkey Kong Jr

ARMS

Spring Man

Ribbon Girl

Ninjara

Min Min

Master Mummy

Mechanica

Twintelle

Helix

Kid Cobra

Byte & Barq

Max Brass

Lola Pop

Misango

Springtron

Dr Coyle

Biff

Yoshi Series

Yoshi

Poochy

Burt the Bashful

Roger the Potted Ghost

Naval Piranha

Hookbill the Koopa

Raphael the Raven

Baby Mario

Kirby Series

Kirby

King Dedede

Bandana Waddle Dee

Meta Knight

Whispy Woods

Kracko

Mr Shine and Mr Bright

Nightmare

Rick

Kine

Coo

Gooey

Nago

Pitch

ChuChu

Dark Matter

Adeline

Ribbon

Zero

Marx

Dark Mind

Drawcia

Magolor

Landia

Taranza

Queen Sectonia

Susie

President Haltmann

The Three Mage Sisters

Hyness

Elflin

Gorimondo

Clawroline

Sillydillo

Leongar

Punch Out!!

Little Mac

Doc Louis

Glass Joe

King Hippo

Von Kaiser

Soda Popinski

Bald Bull

Don Flamenco

Great Tiger

Piston Hondo

Bear Hugger

Mr. Sandman

Super Macho Man

Xenoblade Chronicles Series

Shulk

Reyn

Fiora

Sharla

Dunban

Riki

Metal Face

Rex

Pyra

Mythra

Morag

Tora

Poppy

Zeke

Malos

Jin

Lora

Amalthus

Noah

Mio

Eunie

Sena

Lanz

Taion

Riku and Manana

Star Fox

Fox

Falco

Peppy Hare

Slippy Toad

General Pepper

Wolf O Donnell

Andross

Leon

Panther

Krystal

Prince Tricky

General Scales

Early Nintendo/NES Era

Mr Game & Watch

Professor Hector

R.O.B

Smick

Dr Mario Viruses

Mach Rider

Ice Climbers

The Condor

The Polar Bear

Topi

Bubbles

ExciteBike Racers

Duck Hunt Dog and Ducks

Wild Gunman Outlaws

Sable Prince

Devil

Tamagon

Eggplant Man

Diskun

Takamaru

Balloon Fighter

Other

Wii Fit Trainers

Ring Fit Trainees

Dragaux

Miis

Dillion and Russ

Rusty Slugger

Ryota from Wave Race

Sebastian Tute from Wii Music

Chibi Robo

The Arcade Bunny from Nintendo Badge Arcade

Nikki from Swapnote

The Flipnote Studio Frog

#nintendo #video games #once upon a studio #crossovers #ideas #seriously I am surprised Nintendo hasnt done a crossover anniversary special.

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idololivine · 10 months

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@requiodile

once again it has become a struggle to scroll through on mobile

if Karu goes to the art studio and he sees Olivine there he will Just Leave. he's seen them get nasty but that's a different vibe from the pervert games. he does not want to be in the same building as the latter tyvm

everyone else's pervert games take on a very different tone from Kuya and Olivine's bodice ripper nonsense. Edmond drops by Yakumo's grandparents' cafe for pastries and whoops they're making out in the back now, who could have possibly predicted this?

and then there's Blade's whole motorcycle man thing. pervert games indeed.

Dante's smart enough to never try the "I'm taller than you" thing on Edmond ever again, but he does still try it on Karu. Karu, inspired by Edmond's creative tactics in retrieving whatever Dante's holding over his head, straight up tackles Dante. Dante's so top heavy that he just topples right over.

before either of those incidents, if the newbies got too rowdy, Quincy would just huff and pluck whatever it was out of Dante's hands. it's his now. neither of you get it. and he's taller AND bulkier than Dante, so he can do the same thing to Dante. how the turns have tabled.

lmfao Eiden gets so good so quickly at pushing the right buttons. he's the absolute king of the pervert games.

at their post battle hangouts, if people start getting frisky, there's almost always an audience watching. great for Olivine, who has a deep rooted exhibitionism kink. sometimes great for Edmond, who finds it a huge turn-on with the right fantasy. everyone else ranks on a scale from "isn't an exhibitionist but is down to clown" to "has gotten used to it".

Kuya, holding Edmond's back to his chest, trailing a manicured nail down Edmond's stomach: quiet, now, sweet little knight. or do you want everyone in the kingdom to hear me defile you?

Edmond: you--! scoundrel! I'll never fall to the likes of you!!

Kuya: oh, but you already have.

Rei brought popcorn. he's passing the bag between himself, Eiden, Olivine, and Blade. Edmond looks up at them, scowling even as he turns redder; Olivine is the only one who breaks eye contact.

Kuya: how far you've fallen, vice captain. the people you've sworn to protect now watch as you give your body up to a wicked beast. there's one way you can still serve your kingdom, you know...

Edmond: wh-what could I possibly--

Kuya, digging his nails into Edmond's hips: as entertainment.

Olivine, on the other end of the spectrum, just needs a small reminder that there are people watching and he'll work himself up. refreshingly simple.

oh my god. that sure is a suit of armor. the first fight wearing that, he finds out that those leather straps holding the armor on are really easy to break through for, say, a tentacle monster. this is the birth of knight!Sapphire as a doujin trope, where most of them don't change the armor because look at it. the ones that do change the armor change it because it's a fantasy-medieval setting and they can't abide by how unprotective it is; i.e., they cover him up.

Morvay... the himbo of all time...

he covers for Edmond once and Edmond came back to a troupe that was absolutely all over their poor, injured princess. Morvay lied his ass off to get out of dance rehearsal because while he's honestly a pretty good dancer, his style belongs more in a strip club than a ballet troupe. Edmond spent the next week being fussed over and fed chicken noodle soup.

Karu goes to Olivine in absolute shambles because Morvay covered for him and completely bombed a pop quiz. Olivine has to pull some strings among the faculty to let Karu re-take an equivalent quiz due to 'extenuating circumstances'. he aces it this time.

skeleton monster, giving a new meaning to boners.

oh boy oh dear. I think Olivine sometimes scared himself with how easily he acclimated to magical girl life, but he tries to not get too in his head about it because surely it's better than being miserable like the others. if nothing else, if he's fine, it means the trio have more attention to spread among the others. it doesn't stop him from feeling guilty about getting pleasure from something that's visibly destroying the others.

so his piercings being ripped out, and being ripped out so violently... it feels like karma. divine retribution. "oh, this trainwreck of a situation feels good to you? see if you enjoy this."

especially since the piercings were a symbol of his newfound freedom and his burgeoning sexuality... to be literally ripped away because of this... it's really, really hard on him.

he has to take a little break from magical girl work to process it. he does eventually take Rei up on his offer and then goes back to fighting monsters, but he kind of rationalized it into "this is a test from god and I have a duty to protect the people" so it keeps bubbling away in the background until magical healing Eiden comes in.

student, batting their eyelashes, squishing their chest together with their arms: oh no, professor Olivine, I can't fail this course! is there any way I could... perhaps... earn some extra credit?

Olivine, smiling serenely: I'm sorry, I don't offer extra credit. might I suggest studying for your next exam?

devastating. I think I'd die on the spot.

occasionally, for students that he can tell are actually trying and aren't flirting with him, he'll offer tutoring sessions. those who think he's hot are devastated to find out that these are A) group study sessions, and B) he is just as strict as he is in class. he's a really good tutor though.

despite everything, you're still you. augh. Eiden my beloved.

Obsidian is scary to small children, but he's WILDLY popular with the chuuni crowd. there's a bell curve of age where young children are afraid of him, preteens are obsessed with him, and older teens cringe at their edgelord phase but still secretly think he's sick as hell.

he gets preteens begging him to do Serpent Sundering for them, which flusters him because he can't do it on command and he doesn't want to disappoint. the gang rehearse a script for him to follow that explains it's a special move that he can only do under special circumstances, couched in the most chuuni-appealing language possible.

Yakumo: a-alas, the Serpent Sundering 'tis a power of dark destruction, meant only to be used sparingly 'gainst the most wicked of foes...!

Eiden: it's sounding good! but maybe we can throw in some more buzzwords...

Topaz himself isn't popular with kids, but Topper is SO POPULAR. he's in high demand for petting and he loves it. Topaz has to stay nearby while dodging milfs so that no one tries to kidnap Topper.

kids also try to feed Topper things, which is another reason Topaz has to keep an eye out. (one time a small child barely taller than my toy poodle offered him a still-wrapped candy lmfao, their parent and I had to explain that dogs can't eat those)

Father would be popular for petting if he put up with it at all. he hangs out in sight but way out of range.

someone: wait, why is Father out in broad daylight? aren't owls nocturnal?

Rei, shrugging: he's built different.

the first time Kuya and Quincy hear Rei laugh during sex, it's so... it's a moment. they're feeling things. they're a little more in love with magical healing Eiden.

Kuya, to Aster and Morvay: you know, for once... you did good.

Eiden narrates a session between Kuya and Olivine like a bad bodice ripper and it's. it doesn't even phase them. the narration is making them get MORE into it. Eiden doesn't know what he's discovered here but by god is he going to keep going down this rabbit hole.

speaking of rabbit holes. Eiden says that to Edmond one time while balls deep in him and Edmond was Not Happy about it.

FACIAL HAIR OF FECUNDITY. Dante's going to start looking into electrolysis at this rate. also obsessed with the nonsense ooc doujins being collectively called the evil sex universe.

all of them call in sick to work and such and just spend the day sleeping. the day after that, Edmond is absolutely thriving while the rest of them look like Rei on a rainy day. they have to go fight another monster because the universe hates them, and bystanders note that despite being apparently taken out of the fight by a beam in the last fight, Sapphire is doing significantly better than the rest of his team today.

Olivine jumps in front of forced orgasm beams and whatnot very often because he gets stronger the more of those he takes, but he make a mental note to avoid breeding beams at all costs. there would be no survivors.

#my posts #nuca mg au #what if next time I put this in the main nu carnival tag. force everyone to witness us but without context #the free form fics are incredible also

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If I’m Honest

Marina x Pearl

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: none

Prompt: 50 Ways to Say “I Love You” (deity-prompts) #35 “I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest”

“It’s me and you against the world, ‘Rina!” Pearl cheers, throwing her arms up in a quick celebratory pose before leaning forward in her seat towards her co-host. “Let’s wake the sleepin’ giants with our sloppy sonic science!”

Across from Pearl, Marina sniffles, dabbing at her eyes gently as she responds, “Yeah, let’s bring our bumpin’ beats to the oceans and streets!”

“Our splatfests may be coming to an end, but Off the Hook is just getting started!” Pearl kicks her legs up as she spins in her host's chair, Marina informing their audience where they can find their gifts for participating in their final Splatfest. “Until next time!”

The two jumped up and joined together for their outro, “Don’t get cooked, stay Off the Hook!!”

Marina watches as her co-host slumps back into her chair, a satisfied grin on her face as she watches their crew celebrate a truly fantastic last Splatfest. As much as they played it up for the camera, Marina is proud of her Pearl for winning. They’ve come so far over the past two years, Marina never thought she could accomplish anything like that. She’d been stuck in OCtavio’s army for what had felt like forever, making weapons that were to be used on the very city she now loved.

But here she was! A star! An Inkopolis Square star with a show she helps run with her closest companion in the whole world! Oh, and here Marina is, getting teary eyed again…

“Everything fresh, ‘Rina?” Pearl asks, scooting to the edge of her seat where Marina was still standing in front of her own host’s chair. “I’m sorry Team Order lost, I can make sure your side of the apartment has NO chaos on it at all, swear!”

“You’re too sweet, Pearlie. I’m ok, I just,” Marina pauses to wipe at her eyes, smiling a shaky smile down at her other half. “Just a li’l overwhelmed is all.”

“Too overwhelmed for our Off the Hook wrap party?!” Pearl springs up from her chair, bouncing excitedly around their set. “Crusty Sean is gonna cater it and even Annie’s gonna be there, and I haven’t seen her ONCE since she started working for Sheldon! Oooh, I wonder if I can get Sheldon to drink enough Ink-well Chillers then maybe I can finally convince him to make that portable Princess Cannon-oh! Or I-”

“Pearlie-”

“Maybe I can convince Annie! We went to school together, I’m sure if I promised to use my cool-rockstar-celebrity influence to get some primo snacks for her clown fish then maybe-”

“Pearlie, I don't think I-”

“Hm. I lied, I actually don’t know what clown fish eat, and if I killed Annie’s fish then I’d probably get banned from Ammo Knights for life. Heh, not that that’s a bad thing. Save me from listenin’ to the old man’s drivel. I swear, that fool can just talk and talk and talk and-”

“Pearl!!” Marina finally raises her voice, fighting to be heard over Pearl’s externalized internal monologue. “Sorry, Pearlie. Just had to get your attention. I don’t…I don’t think I’m gonna come to the wrap party tonight.”

Pearl’s demeanor switched almost immediately, going from hopping around the studio to standing still as ever in front of Marina. A clammy sweat formed on the back of Marina’s neck, she hated to bring down the mood, but today had been…a lot. Between the emotions running high in their last Splatfest special and all the work this Spaltfest has entailed…It’s just too much. Marina’s good in a crisis, less so in a giant dance hall full of inklings just begging to talk to her or to pull her into a dance or sing for them. As much as she’d like to stand by Pearl’s side at that stuffy after party, she’s 90% sure it would trigger an episode right about now.

“Word, ‘Rina. Do you want me to pick up some take-out instead?” Pearl cocks her head to the side, gold eyes clear of judgment or disappointment or anything other than the adoration and affection she held for her co-host and best friend.

“Huh? Take out?” Marina’s face was heating up, Pearl’s eye contact was always intense and made her feel like a clumsy little girl again.

“Yeah! I mentioned Crusty Sean’s earlier, I’ve been cravin’ a Galactic Seanwich all week, but I think there’s gonna be a food truck stoppin’ by too. Crab-n-go I think?” Pearl continued on like Marina wasn’t having a minor conniption. “Ooh, how about a movie? I’ll let you pick this time!”

“No, Pearlie, I mean take out? A movie? What about your wrap party?” Looking down, letting her tentacles fall in her face, Marina turned to stare out through the Inkopolis side windows. “I don’t want you to miss out on a fun night just because I’m…tired tonight.”

Words are hard. The only words that come to Pearl easily are the sick rhymes she writes for her and her ‘Rina’s hot tracks. For as much as Pearl loves to ramble and rap and rhyme, when it comes to expressing herself, expressing how she feels to Marina, she feels she’s fallen short for what feels like the first time in her life. But Pearl would do anything for Marina. She’d move mountains or explode evil telephones or help rescue a super cool secret agent from an underground subway that might, like, actually be the coolest music video back drop ever if they could just-

Pushing through the mental block in her head that stops her from getting mushy on Marina, she grabs both her hands. Marina peeks out from behind her bangs, eyebrows drawn together in worry.

“I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest,” Pearl states simply.

Marina nods her head, almost frantically, gripping Pearl’s hands back and pulling them close to her heart. She also seems at a loss for words. And where silence would normally unsettle Pearl, she found there wasn’t a single place in the world she’d rather be than in front of her partner, asking what she wanted to pick up for dinner.

“Alright,” Marina’s voice was high pitched and strained as she held back from launching into a bear hug and snuggling into Pearl like her life depended on it. “Take out sounds good.”

“And a movie?”

“And a movie,” Marina smiles down at Pearl, pressing a kiss to the back of each of her hands. Pearl lets out an ear piercing squeal that makes Marina thankful for the headphones she never takes off. They come in handy more often than you’d think.

“FRESH yeah!! I heard they just got this new menu item called the Pescatariat Royale!” Pearl rambles on, never letting go of Marina’s hand as they walk out of the studio side-by-side.

There’s paparazzi swarming the building, every Inkopolis reporter and their brother was out there, flashing their cameras and calling out to the stars as they ran to Rina’s dope motorcycle.

For once, her co-host’s hand in hers, Marina just laughed as she ran past the press and hopped on. Pearl immediately tucked in close, wrapping her arm around the other’s waist and throwing out a peace sign as she shouted out her love for their devoted fans.

It was hard to feel bad with Pearl by her side.

#splatoon #splatoon fic #splatoon 2 #pearl splatoon #marina ida #marina splatoon #off the hook #pearlrina #satoushio #fanfic #fic #splatoon fanfic #mr viktor writes

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