#gotta be bolder with colours

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

That handsome boy from the sky pt 4 (caught with Neteyam AU)

Part four of the series in which Spider and and Teyam escape RDA, only to come to Awa’atlu and find out that, surprisingly, Spider is considered uniquely attractive by reef Na’vi standards. (All other parts in the pinned post)

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“What in Eywa’s name do these idiots even see in him??” Aonung pouted, kicking a rock as he sat against a cliff protruding through the sand, waves occasionally enveloping his legs.

“Seriously? Weren’t you wagging your tail at him yesterday??” Roxy chimed in.

‘Nung blushed. “Weren’t you?”

“Yeah I was.” He smiled proudly. “Can you blame me? He’s so dreamy! And his natural hair~” He mused, kicking his feet and closing his eyes.

Aonung made a gagging sound. Sure, he had a weak moment yesterday, he liked what he saw, but he doesn’t like like that Spider kid!

“…Whatever. He’s just a human.”

“A very strong one! Kiri said that one time, when sky people came back and they were running away from, uh, iron viper-wolves? Socorro threw a bolder three times his size at them!”

Chief son’s eyes widened. Alright, out of all the things he heard about this demon, this feat was certainly an impressive one. How much does a bolder weight anyway? How much do I weight—

“What!?” The boy exclaimed when he heard Roxto giggling.

“I know what you’re thinking~!” He giggled again. “It’s okay you know. We gotta go hang out with them tonight anyway.”

“What??”

“They’ll be attending the anemone harvest festival.” Roxto stood. “The Sullies want to integrate their big bros properly, since they weren’t here for the last one! And, you know, Neteyam’s really sweet too.”

“Uh huh.” Aonung rolled his eyes. “He’s just as scrawny as the rest of them.”

“But his shoulders are broad!”

“Pfff, Spider’s are broader.”

“Oh so you DO like him??”

“W-N-NO!”

***

“Hang out with who now?” Neteyam didn’t even try to cover a grimace that made its way onto his face.

“Aonung and Tsireya?? Y’know, Olo’eyktan’s children?” Lo’ak reiterated. “They’ll get you accustomed to the traditions and the dancing.”

“Yeah, we got the Tsireya and the tradition part, they’re not the problem bro.” Spider’s bushy brows furrowed as he crushed herbes into a sea-shell mortar. “You want us to be buddy-buddy with Aonung? The "let me leave you to your death in the middle of nowhere" Aonung? The "let me bully a fourteen-year old for things she can’t control" Aonung?”

“Listen, we haven’t really forgiven him for it.” Kiri stepped in. “But he’s changed for the better! Roxto was a good influence on him.”

“Is the Roxto kid going to be there?”

“I heard he’s nice.”

“He is! And ‘Nung is a lot of fun when he’s not an asshole.”

Oldest Sullies exchanged a glance. The idea of being around a boy who directly hurt their siblings wasn’t a fun one, but if they were insisting so badly, and the festival was allegedly a lot of fun, they guessed they had no choice but to give it a chance.

“Okay then. We gotta prepare right? Where do we start?”

Kiri grinned.

***

“Alright, the nets have been fixed, the platform stands strong, and the flowers sit just right…” Tsireya thought out loud, surveying the beautiful, tightly woven platform that was raised in front of the beach and would function as a dance floor for the celebrations. The harvest was rich this season, and Metkayina were giddy with the idea of eating, dancing and drinking all night, dressed in beads, shells and most importantly; the many colourful pond flowers that grew in small pools deep within the village, as well as the caves all over Awa’atlu, in the depths of the island’s rainforest. She often liked wearing the pink variety, what they call ‘the berry tulip’, and would tonight braid more of them into her hair. She couldn’t wait!

“Reya!”

A high-pitched voice chirped and she knew instantly who it was.

“You think these would look good hanging over the fire-pit?” Fwasim showed her garlands of delicate, almost transparent quartz crystals. “I was thinking that the light from the fire would reflect off of them, and bring more colour to the festival!”

“They look incredible! Did your father collect them?“

“Nope! My handiwork!” She giggled at Tsireya’s wide eyes.

“Ah, it’s amazing, friend! Go hang them up right now!”

The girl wasted no time, approaching grown-ups who were securing the fire-pit structure, when she heard another familiar voice come from behind her.

“Hey Reya~” Lo’ak mused, smiling and yet already embarrassed at his own boldness.

“What do you want?” She smirked, arms crossed but no malice behind it.

“Y’know…since you dressed me, Kiri n’ Tuk so well last time I thought…maybe…you could—“

“Help braid your brothers’ hair?”

He nodded, his smirk turning into a guilty grin. “Mom and dad are busy right until the festives start so..”

“Do they have something to wear at least?” She chuckled.

“Oh yes, we solved that, it’s just the jewellery and the hair…would you help us, oh tsakarem?”

The girl pushed him. “Oh stop you!”

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“I don’t know Tuk…do I really need this?”

“Of course! I’m telling you, all the prettiest boys will wear this stuff at the festival!”

“Uh huh…”

"Pretty" wasn’t something Spider thought he’d give another try to imitate. His body wasn’t delicate enough, like his siblings’. Being human, he gave up on trying to appear good-looking a long time ago, thinking that thanks to his species and ancestry, whatever chance at attention he could have had been thrown down the river. Well, until recently.

“You look sick, dude!” Lo’ak complemented, entering the marui with Tsireya who held a large basket and she gasped in wonder, seeing the big Sully brothers ready for the holiday. Neteyam looked as elegant as ever with the top that she helped weave, seashells the colour of sunrise being their centrepiece.

Spider, on the other hand, looked perfect in his own right.

“You really are a sun lily in twilight.” Tsireya smiled. “Who made the top?”

The top she spoke of was a piece of art. Carefully crafted strings shone in the dark of Socorro’s shadow, made from pressed sea plants, and over his chest lay a pattern of small, azure crystals. They glittered, reflecting streaks of light emitting from flames of the cook fire, and Spider made the loincloth match it by tying a similarly woven ornament over it. He looked horribly insecure under his family’s gazes.

“Tuk wanted to put the newest gift to good use.”

“A gift?”

“Was laying next to the entrance when we got back from foraging the anemones.” Neteyam smirked. “But I recognzie that crystal work from somewhere..”

“Must be Fwasim, she loves incorporating gems in her clothes.” Spider added, twirling. “I owe her a big one for this.”

Tsireya giggled. That must has been her exact plan all along. She knew the forest boy was too noble to remain in dept, and that girl definitely planned to use it to her advantage.

“You both look just great! It’s only hair that is left and me and Kiri will help you all braid them. I brought some flowers, pick which ones you want.

The boys and their littlest sister swarmed around the basket, picking out plants for their ornaments. Spider’s gaze was fixed on tsawksyul, the big sun lily resting between smaller buds, the very nickname Tsireya and previously the girls around Awa’atlu used for him. Its golden petals were ten times as beautiful as he could ever hope to be, and felt too eye-catching for him to wear. He’d look like a narcissist…

“You want the lily?”

“Wh-no no no! I-it’s too much for me.”

“Why not? I think you’ll look gorgeous!” Tuk asked.

“‘Gorgous’ isn’t my thing Tuk…” The blonde rubbed his neck.

“Bullshit! Bro, it’s a party, you’re supposed to look your best!”

“I’ll look like an idiot.”

“You’ll look like a boy who put effort into himself for once.” Neteyam remarked a bit sternly. “Looking festive at a festival won’t kill you.” He then gently picked the flower. “Tsireya, can you help me here?”

***

The first song had begun, grown Metkayina playing drums, flutes and string instruments to create upbeat melodies.

Neytiri, with a bright blue flower over her left ear, approached Ronal who rested on a palette, her queue connected to a soundly sleeping baby in her sling. Tsahik motioned ‘I see you’ to her as she sat next to. “Where are your children?“

“I let them go early to get ready. Could not do so myself however…” She looked to the gathering crowd of teenagers and young adults.

“It is alright. First half of the festives is mostly for the youth anyway.”

“You didn’t mind that when you danced the night away while four months into your pregnancy.”

Ronal smirked. “I had to have some fun before she arrived…” Then smiling down at the slumbering babygirl, who was completely unbothered by the loud music and chatter going on around her. “I realise I haven’t apologised..”

“For what?”

“For doubting your family when you came here. You have adapted well, so had your children, each of them unique in their skills, and your eldest is everything we thought he’d be.”

Neytiri didn’t know how to answer. When Spider returned to Awa’atlu with Neteyam after escaping the Sea Dragon, it felt strange to hear Metkayina refer to him as her oldest child, instead of the one she considered her biggest pride, but she didn’t have the heart to correct them with the amount of stories she heard from her son about their captivity.

“He kept me safe, mother.” “He was the only one who stood between me and the demons.” “If not for him, they’d force me to tell them where the clan hides!” “He stayed loyal to us.”

Spider Socorro kept her son safe, then chose to run with him when his own father was right there. She could not overlook that.

And after his return, things only became further complicated. Spider helped around as much as he could, tiring himself out for weeks to earn his keep, and always there to have the Sullies back, her back.

Neytiri was unsure of what exactly Spider was to her personally at the moment, but he was without a doubt part of the family. It felt embarrassing how long it took her to realise it.

Just then, the chatter in the crowd of teenagers died down and they stilled, looking down one of the paths leading to the platform.

It was Tsireya, Tsahik in training, accompanied by the Sullies, all dressed up for the festival. Among the new guests walked Neteyam, the ever elegant Na’vi, and an ideal of an Omatikaya, and after him…

“It’s Spider!”

And it was indeed him, following Neteyam and cautiously brushing dreads off his shoulders, hoping the lily Tsireya braided wouldn’t be damaged.

“You look breathtaking!” One of the girls fawned with stars in her eyes.

Could Spider argue that? Barely, he thought, for the first time since setting foot on these shores, smiling to himself. This time the compliments felt deserved, if only for the effort of his new friends.

“Come dance with us!”

“Ah ah ah!” Then Fwasim appeared seemingly out of the blue, beating other kids to it as she motioned a greeting to him. “You like the gift I made~?”

“ ‘Like’ is an understatement!” Spider grinned. “It’s amazing! Don’t know how to thank you for this.”

“You could start by giving me a dance.” She smirked, her tale wagging playfully.

Slightly blushing, Socorro took her hand. He couldn’t refuse a friend could he? And for such a generous gift…

Some of the teens huffed, jealous of Fwasim cleverly wrapping the boy around her finger, watching her as she showed Spider the proper dance moves and walked him through them.

“Relax your muscles, let the wind guide you like a current.”

Again, the blonde didn’t normally do gracefulness. He considered himself far too "feral", as the elder Omatikaya put it, to move in sync with the world around him, but festive garments gave him a kind of confidence he only ever felt in rare, measured doses.

And when Spider grows confident, his playful side comes out like never before.

The first dance was over and Fwasim excused herself to help with other decorations around the beach, so Spider cast a mischievous glance towards the crowd, approaching it. “Kiri, s’it okay if I have your shawl for a minute?”

“What for? Too cold?”

“Nah. You know, the clan has been so kind to us, showing their way of things.” He purposefully raised his voice so the teens could hear and immediately, they were all ears. “Just thought I’d show them some culture of our own~”

Taking the shawl, Socorro winked at her and Kiri gasped, covering her mouth and grinning, then looking at the kids. This was gonna be fun.

The dance Spider prepared to perform was a tad bit flirty, and she never saw her big brother be the one to try it, as he never felt brave enough to join the other older kids back home. Until tonight it seems.

The music started and moving in harmony with it, Spider pulled the shawl on, holding both of its ends and sliding towards the crowd with a devious smile. Youngsters watched him, giggling flusterdly and batting their eyelashes at him, until suddenly, Socorro fixed his eyes on the shyest of the group; the girl who had broken her ankle not long ago, and swiftly pulled the shawl over her head and behind her back, pulling her towards him and the dance floor.

The crowd exploded in whistles, squeals and laughs. The girl’s friends, happy to see her being noticed by a popular boy, gently nudged her towards him.

She was completely and utterly flustered to say the least, but that didn’t stop her from putting her hands in Spider’s and letting him guider her through the Omatikaya dance, thought she made no eye contact with him.

“Aww, am I not even worth a glance?” The blonde frowned.

“W-what? No! No of course not I—“

“Am I really that filthy?“

“No!” She exclaimed with wide eyes, grasping his shoulders. “You-y-you…look…incredible…”

For a moment Spider’s intense, dark eyes were locked on her and that poor girl’s heart skipped a beat, her ears fluttering like butterfly wings.

And then he got close to her face and smirked. “It’s okay, I know, was just messing with you.” Then chuckled, freeing her from the confines of his sister’s shawl. “Cheers for the anemone harvest festival. Have a good night~” And just like that, the boy was gone, leaving his dance partner surprised by the sudden disappearance, but a shy smile on her face nonetheless.

Aonung and Roxto arrived when Socorro began scouring the crowd again. “Eywa! They started without me!”

“The festives are for the whole village, skawng. No one’s gonna wait for your lazy ass.” Neteyam teased, appraising the simple jewellery he wore. *The boy didn’t even try.*

“Yeah, well, somebody had to help collect the remaining anemones! My and your fathers will be here any minute.”

And just as he said that, the two men appeared out the shadows, settling next to their wives.

“Hey baby. How’s the festives?”

“Our children have a lot more fun than last time.” She smiled, looking at the Sully kids dancing near the flames of the fire.

And among said kids was Spider, locking a reef boy in a dance with him by pulling a green, woven shawl over his head.

Immediately, Jake’s eyes widened to size that of a tulkun’s. “Who’s that?”

Ronal leaned towards him. “Ora. An excellent fisherman, one of the best warriors in our clan. Very responsible, a good choice, though the rest are no worse.”

“The rest???”

“Yes, Spider danced with a variety of partners, he has good taste.” Tonowari nodded in approval.

Sully barely held his jaw from hitting the floor. He left this kid on his own for one day and now the adults are thinking that he is choosing a future mate. The idea could chase away some unserious suitors but those who felt persistent enough would likely take this as a sign to start trying to court him.

Jake looked forward to grounding his stupid son for the next ten years when they got back home.

***

Giddy, Spider plopped down on the edge of a woven deck next to Kiri, who was munching a sweet snack. She offered her plate to him as he carefully wrapped the shawl around his sister’s shoulders.

“Having fun?”

“You bet!” He chirped, taking a deep breath and removing his mask to get a taste of the fried flower petals, covered in a syrup similar in taste to honey.

“Those poor children had no idea what to do with themselves!” She giggled again. “Where did you learn to be smooth like that?”

“Kiri, c’mon.” The boy spoke after putting his mask back on, mouth stuffed with sugary goods. “I always had it in me! No teacher needed.”

“I never saw that side of you back in the forest.”

“Well…” He shrugged. “There wasn’t really anyone to show it to…”

“…Do you like it here?”

“Huh?”

“Awa’atlu.”

“I mean…I won’t stop missing the forest. It’s our roots y’know, but..”

“But?”

“It’s beautiful. When I’m in the water I feel connected to the great mother like I never had before, the ilus are cute and Metkayina are…nice.” Socorro smiled, his cheeks reddening. “Not the same as the jungle, but I’ll be fine!”

“Okay, good…”

“Why the question?”

“I hoped you weren’t getting uncomfortable with the attention.”

“Uncomfortable?? Kiri I’m a celebrity!”

“Uh huh.” She rolled her eyes.

“Who wouldn’t like being handsome??”

“You were always handsome, dumbass.” The girl nudged him playfully, and Spider grinned…

Because for the first time in forever, he felt like agreeing.

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Anyway, hope you liked my longest chapter of this fic! This fanfic is insanely fun to write! Let me know in the ask box if you have anything to say!

#atwow #atwow fanfiction #spider caught with neteyam #avatar spider #spider avatar #atwow spider #spider atwow #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar #atwow neteyam #Neteyam atwow #neteyam #neteyam sully #atwow kiri #Kiri atwow #avatar kiri #Kiri sully #atwow lo’ak #lo’ak atwow #loak fanfiction #Lo’ak sully #tukitrey #Tuk sully #atwow jake #Jake sully #avatar jake #atwow neytiri #neytiri

[ofmermaidstories]

if u were bakugou's girlfriend (which u are) and got to pick out all his outfits what would you dress him in?

okay, okay first of all we gotta establish his style: he seems to favour baggier pants (🙄), and t-shirts. looser fits! i’ve always wondered if that was a deliberate choice on his part—if it hides his build (one of the manga extras says his fits tend to hide how explosively muscular he is), or if it’s like, a movement thing? like, if he had to spring into action while in his civvie gear. because his hero costume pants are also quite baggy, as well, and he tends to fling himself around like a small russian-child training for gymnastics gold medal in the olympics so—if i was buying him clothes, or trying to convince him to try new things, i’d probably keep that in mind. 🥹 because you never know when your rare date-night with your pro-hero boyfie is gonna be interrupted by some asshole with a attitude problem and a quirk to back it up!!! 🥺

so to start with, if i was sneaking pieces into his wardrobe, i’d stick with like, more of the same—the baggy pants, or at least wide-cut legs. maybe a couple of pants or shorts with a lower crotch? i would stick to blacks, and greens and oranges—his brand colours lmao—because he seems to like them. skull motifs, because i doubt great explosion murder god is ever really gonna outgrow that lmaooo. i would make a gift out of a really cool, expensive pair of sneakers. and then a little while later i would start trying to slip in a little more high end fashion. like a pair of tabi boots. 🥹 i’d try and convince him he needs a nice, tailored jacket, for fancy date nights although tbh i think those would be a rare occurrence lmfao. but once i had gained his trust with my choices, i would then slowly ramp up my campaign. 😈

we’re gonna start trying to introduce some creams, whites. bolder graphics. distressed denim. i might make a point of getting him a cool—skulls—bracelet or two, since hori’s drawn him in a couple in official art. i’d buy him a more upgraded, fancy pair of his church loafers lmfaooo. he seems to favour them outside of his hero getup and i’ve always wondered if it’s because he just can’t be fucked dealing with boots outside of his heroics? anyways. i would try and slip in something cutesy—like a decapitated teddy bear hoodie lmaooo—but if he never wore it or otherwise really hated it i would just pout and move on.

a lot of the pieces you see here are like—american and japanese streetwear brands, with a couple of fine-leather craftsmen sneaking in. i’d keep buying like that: japanese brands where the flagship store is tiny and makes you feel like you’re on the inside of a very sparse egg. local designers that try and incorporate some of those traditional physiques into their ranges: hantans in leather or a modern print, for example.

fine leather belts and boots would make more gifts—dickies work pants, because i think he’d appreciate the cut of them. the occasional techgear piece—pants cut like his pro-hero ones, for example. funny tees, maybe a vintage all might one, or an edgeshot piece. 🥺 i’d stay away from jeans just bc i think if he really wanted them he’d get ‘em from jeanist lmfaooo.

there’d be a real pleasure in playing dressups with a man that has the build of a literal superhero, lmfao. i would try really hard to honour his tastes though!!!! maybe wheedle and sulk and bribe with head scratches for more experimental pieces, or ones outside of his wheelhouse lmfao. like there was this really beautiful swan tapestry jacket on one of these sites that i think a man like bakugou—built like a god, with that intense ember glare and that shock of blond hair—would look ethereal in. 😩 but i like bakugou because he seems so decided, in a lot of things, lmfao, and if he didn’t wanna wear something, i think he just wouldn’t wear it. 🥹

#ofmermaidstories-asks #passion for fashion: the dress-up tag #this is why we don’t ask mermie for her opinions about anything involving shopping or clothes bc she will do This 🙏🏽 #and then ur all gonna have to sit there and pretend u like it!!!!

[ootori-sibs]

This piece got away from me a bit. Individuals under the line

First off: Honey and Mori have matching windows. They don't line up properly because uh, height diffrences. But their pose was sketched in full, so that's gotta mean something. Anyway, I added Usa-chan to Honey's window but he looks a lot like piglet I think. I did give Usa-chan his own halo, because I'm pretty sure that one's sentient. Mori's window is the worst window in my opinion, I was kind of stuck on what to add.

Next: we have the twins. I may or may not have gotten either the hair or the rose colour mixed up, I am unsure. I'm pretty sure I did but redoing it would take literal hours, so we're running with it. So Hikaru is obviously the bolder twin, and that's reflected in his pose and expression, but to be honest I don't feel I have the authority to speak on the twins after a crime like this.

Moving swiftly on: it's kyoya! His halo is a little different because I don't feel like he deserves one. But not giving it to him kinda throws off the vibe. I considered devil horns, but that also wouldn't really work. So I had the halo because light emitting from his book, which implies the book is a better person than him. That's hilarious.

One of my favourites: tamaki's window is absolutely just, peak for me. I added a little crown above his halo because- I mean, come on guys. Plus, if you'll look closer, I didn't use a cross on top, but instead a fleur de lis. Cause he's french. You understand. The heart in his throat was entirely because his neck was too boring and I didn't want to give him an Adam's apple. I think it's absolutely iconic, and definitely works for him.hes also kind of :3ing so 👍

Last but not least: our heroine. I didn't put her in her uniform for this, and actually copied a screencap with only slight changes to fit her in the window. Because this scene already looked like a stained glass window, really no notes. I did change her dress colour to be not white, but a very muted rainbow. Her face is... Not great, but just look at the DRESS guys! It's so pretty! Her halo is also more intense than the boys', because she's the main character and she's having a girlboss moment.

#put my rambles on the post this time #ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori #tamaki souh #haruhi fujioka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #takashi morinozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka

[trolagygirl2022]

Your Venus Sign/Degree and what colours look good on you!

Venus in Aries

ANY shade of red honestly would look good honestly. Bolder colors too! A good celebrity example is Taylor Swift. (Venus at 1 degree). (Fun fact, as an Aries moon I LOVED red as a kid.)

Venus in Taurus

Green is a Taurus's best friend. Maybe go with lighter colors but any shade of green will do (I think more lighter shades or green are better)

Venus in Gemini

Gemini is best represented by yellow! Yellow represents the curiosity and catty nature of Gemini! It's upbeat and fun!

Venus in Cancer

Baby blue/white/silver looks STUNNING on y'all thats all I gotta say.

Ariana Grande (Cancer Sun)

Venus in Leo

GOLD/YELLOW/ORANGE/(Maybe red??) are your best friends honestly. It just screams Leo to me (Jennifer Lopez is te perfect example I just couldn't upload a picture 😪)

Venus in Virgo

Virgo and Taurus go really well so again green and brown would be a great mix for a Virgo!

Venus in Libra

If you have Libra in your big 3/libra stellium/venus at 7, or 19 degrees PLEASEEEEEEE wear pink omg. There's a reason why Doja Cat (Libra Sun+Stellium) rocks any shade of pink!

That's all for Part 1! Part 2 is coming soon!

#aries sun #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo astrology #virgo sun #libra #astro placements #astro notes #stellium #astrology

[rreskk]

Maybe another fanfic with Trevor's mommy kink and Reader giving him blowjob and fingering his anus? 👉👈🥺

Made this into some good old fashioned BDSM, so warning in advance :)

Summary: Trevor likes vulgar women.

TW: -Smut (BDSM)

Pairings: Fem!Dominant reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 2806

His backside was flaming and bruised with the deepened colours of black and blue. He was hunched over your lap, clothes confiscated moments before. While shuddering at the sensation of your palm roughly slapping his ass, his face would curl into a troublesome grin, enjoying the spanking as much as his brattish behaviour. He’d purposely squirm out of your hold like an unleashed dog, your hand grabbing the back of his neck and pinning him down to avoid the drama of his beasty naughtiness. You remained silent throughout the course of this punishment. Silence drained him and without that reassurance or scolding, he was left ponder his thoughts while being nasty. It made him particularly vulnerable.

“Mhm.” Trevor huffed when you slapped his left cheek again. His body rocked forwards whenever you spanked him, and his dangling cock twitched from between your open thighs. He tried to peer over his shoulder to see you, but every-time led to an even more aggressive slap. It was degrading. Trevor felt silly. It reminded him of being a little boy again where he was pathetically punished for his childish behaviour. It was a cruel and traumatic experience – being treated so poorly by motherly figures – yet when you portray this “antagonistic mother”, he’d grow especially excited, and may even promote more commotion (on your side) so he can gain more “alone” time with you – and your witchery effects on him.

So he made more fuss. Trevor chanted out curses whenever you slowly caresses his sore ass, rubbing the bruises as he was stinging furiously. The gentle gesture made him toss around. You felt his cock grow bolder and stronger. It was stiff; rock-hard and bound to explode if you continue teasing him so evilly. By all means, the room was dead silent apart from his occasional grunts and groans. Trevor had arched his back whenever you gracefully smoothened his backside, then in moments of surprise, you’d strike again, spanking. He couldn’t predict any of this, not when he couldn’t see you. Forced to stare at the wall as you punish him greatly, it only added to his tautness.

“Mama…” A small whisper left his lips, “Mama. I want you, I gotta see you, yeah? Turn me around.” There was hopefulness in his soft pleads. His voice remained gruffy and deep (his natural pitch), so whenever he whispered in gleeful begs, it made him sound so fragile and submissive. And the question beheld lack of manners, purposely, almost as though he was making it harder for himself to get some enjoyment out of this sensual beating.

But you kept your mouth shut and trapped him onto your lap. You smiled down at his naked buttocks, feeling the heat from your spanking. You wanted to praise the sight – his nakedness pathetically on your lap. It was enchanting, different! It wasn’t common to see Trevor admitting submission to anyone. He was too maddened and difficult. He couldn’t follow authority for the life of him, making this much amusing for the both of you.

“[y/n], c’mon. I – “ Trevor was silenced when you outstretched your arm and covered his mouth with your palm. He moaned, eyes rolling back. You held a threatening hand upon his ass before making a final slap that stung his lower body into a paralysed euphoria. His tongue fell out and against your palm when the slap cleanly grazed his sore backside. He murmured inaudible moans and arched his back, his penis aching.

Smarting pain – is what he felt. He was used to barbaric women; such as his mother, but never someone sexual. You converted him into relishing this abuse. Without force. Trevor, uncontrollably, began yearning for more when the first encounter of you domineering him. The trauma bond held him into a choke-hold. He was always a naughty, naughty boy, and he became naughtier just for the sakes of you. You’re the bad influence that has been mangling his body and feasting upon his cock like a savage tigress. And he loved EVERY second of it.

Trevor felt something tight around his neck as his eyes opened. He glanced down, recognising red rope and deviously giggling to himself. His body was kicked off and he thrumbled to the ground, his beaten ass hitting the cold tiles, making him hiss out of pain. You gently tugged on the rope, using it as a leash. You tugged it and made him crawl on his all fours. He followed you to the bedroom, his eyes wide and his perverted eyes daring to spy under your skirt. Trevor licked his lips when seeing peeks of your wet pussy.

“Get on the bed.” You finally spoke. Your voice alerted him, Trevor’s face filling with excitement. He hesitantly stood up and looked down at you. The height difference didn’t startle you. Trevor grinned when feeling powering, but it was knocked down when you clicked your fingers and pointed to the mattress.

Like an obedient dog, he frowned and unwillingly lied down. You tugged on the rope, demanding him to change the attitude, his head jerking forwards at your sudden outburst. Trevor tried to clench onto the leash and smirked towards you.

“Am I being a good boy, mommy?” He whispered with a dangerous smile. Those meth-infused eyes burnt daggers into yours – his ego growing rapidly.

“No.” You responded.

Trevor clicked his tongue, his fingers picking at the ropes material. He outspread his legs when he had gotten comfortable, his cock fiercely standing up straight. It would shiver whenever your shadow over-casted the bulging urge to cum. Any type of fusion and temperature difference would bully his sensitive boner, so every-time you threatened to move, it would twitch.

He sighed and rested his head back before groaning darkly. Trevor thrusted his hips up against the sky, pretending there was something to grind. He attempted to make amends with this achy arousal but it was too overbearing. It swallowed him back into submission where he made grabby-hands, urging you to come closer.

“Mama, c’mere… I need you.”

“You need me?” You’d smile, beginning to trail your fingertips up his leg and thigh, close to his erection.

Trevor’s body jolted and he gaped out a longing breath. He stared down at your hand that crawled up his naked body. He clenched his jaw and grunted when you reached his nipple. With a twist, you had squeezed them with each hand, groping his chest and watching him squirm as the rope kept him in order.

“Oh fuck, [y/n]. Fuck…” He drooled a little bit.

“Mm?”

“Gah! No, fuck! Ah!”

You smiled, “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Trevor whimpered at the pet-name as he continued moaning when your fingers only gripped his nipples harder. He wiped his face to excuse the excess of sweat that built up from all the intense spanking and dirty talk earlier on. His whole body was knackered and he’s been holding back the urge to cum for almost an hour now. How he managed – he wouldn’t know.

“I really need to cum, ma.” He panted when staring down at you.

You simply shook your head and slid your nails down his chest and stomach, leaving burning scratches that trailed down his tanned skin. You left his nipples flaring, bright red and sore. There were slashers of grazes from his head to toe from your consistent, sensual abuse. Trevor’s neck clogged when you tightened the rope and he struggled to muffle exact sentences, only moaning and groaning.

Your hands reached his crotch, your fingers reaching the tip of his happy trail. Trevor’s body went into spasms at your gentle touch. He squealed and gave you this disturbed glare, however, his hips thrusted into your hands. You’d smile and tug on the rope as he foiled in pain. His hips fell back against the mattress and your hands freely roamed his lower stomach, brushing against his pubes and barely touching the air around his cock. But your radiation made him feel entitled to thrusting again, attempting to use your palm as a fleshlight.

“C’mon – “ Trevor howled, struggling.

With quick motion, you grabbed his penis and kneaded it with a heavy hand. It was extremely rigid and it shuddered repetitively. There was pre-cum slandering the tip, the white oozing down his length and causing a mess upon his pubic hair. You watched with comprehension, crutching your eye-brows together, believing he had came; out of your permission.

“Trevor,” You tilted your head, “What’s this?”

He lifted his head and saw the dribble of his semen brushing down his cock. He whined, shaking his head.

“I didn’t mean to, ma. I didn’t mean to cum.”

“You didn’t mean to?”

“I couldn’t help it. It just came out. I couldn’t control it – “

“You have the capability of controlling nothing, sweetheart. You’re a dog; feral animal!” You tugged the rope again.

Trevor grinned sickly when you had dehumanised him. His head jerked forward from the leash, and he had the audacity to giggle. His sickly smirk would only increase when you grew frustrated. He didn’t stop, in fact, he’d bite his lip and move his hips sexually as he’d stare at you with his perverted eyes.

Deciding to teach him a lesson, you had grabbed his shirt that he had thrown off hours prior. You stretched it out and began to wrap it around your hand, edging closer to him. Trevor believed he was going to receive a spanking again, so he’d try and crawl backwards (despite having the tight rope around his neck). His eyes darted between you and the shirt, his smirk falling out of curiosity.

“Ma?” He whispered.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on his lips before grabbing his thin hair, throwing his head up so you could adjust the shirt as a blindfold. Trevor held onto the kiss, his lips wobbling when it left yours. Even though he couldn’t see, he still guided himself by the hands, managing to touch your lips and gave you one last kiss until you forced him back against the mattress. A small yelp left his lips and he was left vulnerable and fearful. Being both blinded and leashed, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have many options left – only to obey you.

“C’mon, [y/n]…” Trevor growled, feeling his anger spurt due to his lack of control in this situation.

You returned to his penis and stroked it as his body would jerk around, again. Soft pleas left his throat and he’d pant increasingly heavier.

“You got to learn your lesson.” You’d scold, holding his cock against his lower tummy before your other hand adventured down, cruelly pacing his anus (his most sensitive spot).

He immediately reacted by obnoxiously moaning. His voice would crack and his face would screw up from behind the blindfold. You watched intently, examining how he responded to small pinches and pokes around his anal opening. His penis was even throbbing and ready to explode again.

“Ma… Oh fuck, stop teasing me, I fuckin’ hate it!”

“Really?”

“I just wanna cum… This ain’t funny, baby.”

“Calm down.” You leaned close and trailed kisses down his thighs.

Trevor breathed heavily as his legs would tense up. You felt his whole frame shiver at the impact of your touch. He faintly called your name before your fingers slowly entered his anus, causing this great sensation which infected the majority of his physical mobility.

“Fuuuucck. Mama, oh, God!”

“You want more?” Your whispers penetrated his skin. It made him jump considering he was blinded from seeing you hover over him like a sacred spectre feasting his soul.

“I want more, now – “ He was interrupted after having your two fingers fully sucked into his anus, his sentence ending in a wail.  

You began fingering him in a steady pace, trying to ease him into this act of intimacy, especially when he’s erratic and in a phase of instability. Trevor was properly moaning. He couldn’t control himself anymore, his penis squirting cum all against your hand as you continued mercilessly fingering his sensitive anus. His volume was immense and you could of sworn people outside his trailer would hear this sinful lullaby of his petty cries. It would turn his “macho” reputation into something more insightful; a breakable dog with a softness for vulgar women.

So in a haze of ecstasy, during his orgasm, you had slapped his cock in response to defying your rules. Trevor hissed in pain, his penis inflaming like his backside after you’d spank him stupid. He arched his back and mumbled out love confessions as your fingers grew sloppy, his anus becoming the switch to his weakness and breaking this masculinity.

“Mommy! Shit, ah!” He’d aimlessly praise, his hands begging the rope to loosen around his neck.

“Keep going.”

“I can’t… Fuck, I can’t.”

You grabbed his leash and forcibly yanked it, “Yes you can. You’re a big boy now.”

Trevor whimpered, sweat strickling down his body as you continued speaking.

“You wanted this to happen, didn’t you? You wanted to be treated like a dog. Does this make you feel good, Trevor? Do I have to repeat this all over aga – “

“No!”

“Do I have to gag you, baby? You like this leash? You want a collar with your name on it? – “

“[y/n], ma! Oh, fuck… I’m gonna cum, mommy… Mommy, I – I fuckin’ love you. I love you, I wanna hold you!” He cried.

“I know you love me, honey – “

“Take this fuckin’ blindfold off me! Mommy!”

You giggled and only fingered him faster, ignoring his cries to see you destroy him. He was losing his mind; moaning, drooling, thrusting his hips in all direction. Trevor tried to grind against your fingers but your hand around his cock tightened, warning him to back away or it’ll become an excruciating pain.

He wasn’t too happy and pouted from under the shirt around his eyes. He murmured your name and held onto his sore nipples, deciding that it wasn’t worth the fight. His body rocked against your fingers, his anus sucking it in effortlessly due to how loose he had developed. Trevor didn’t bother with the blindfold, but the idea that he could easily remove it himself, yet he only wants you to remove it. It made you smile. It made you lean down and kiss the tip of his penis as he was approaching his final orgasm.

“Mama… I’m gonna…” He took a deep exhale, “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum on you.”

“Go on, baby.” You encouraged.

“Mm, I need you… Yes, let me cum on you, ma.” Trevor sunk his teeth into his bottom lip when grunting, his cock twitching before another load painted his stomach and your hand a sticky white. This one was long and intense. You stroked his thigh as he moaned furiously, the cum squirting for seconds straight.

The rope around his neck loosened and you freed him from that authority. Trevor immediately rubbed his neck and threw off his blindfold, his eyes having tear stains and blood-shot red. He stared at you with a shaky breath, his arms outreaching to usher you close. His body trembled, his legs weak. You cooed and embraced his wide shoulders, ignoring how his damp chest would stick to your shirt.

“Hold me.” He’d repeat.

You were careful not to caress his beaten backside and chest after your spanking and slaps. It had left him horrifically sore.

“Hold me, I want you – I love you, [y/n]. Fuck… I wanna feel you – “

“Shh…” His mouth was closed when you pressed a finger to his lips.

Trevor huffed before resting aside you, his head nuzzling against the crook of your neck. He was steadying his breathing when you had pecked his cheek.

“You feeling okay?” You asked.

He nodded, wiping the spot you kissed.

“You sure?”

“Fuckin’ tired. My ass hurts and my head is spinning.” Trevor muttered with a small grin.

“Maybe you need to rest it up.”

“Are you staying?”

“Hm?” You looked at him, and he returned your look longingly.

“Are you staying with me tonight?”

“Yeah… I guess I could.”

“Good. You better stay or I’d – “

“Shush. Just enjoy the moment.”

He clicked his tongue but nodded. His body leaned against yours before his eyes would close timidly. You double-checked to see if he could see, and as expected, he was knocked out asleep on your shoulder.

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[operafantomet]

Am I mad for thinking the Aus restaged red death costume seems a lot nicer than the Napoleon look? The admiral thing seems so .. cheap looking and plain to me, but this one at least seems sort of pretty with the gold decor and more velvety heavier looking cape. I do hate the mask recolour though, I wish they'd make that nicer or maybe give him a hat. The top part just looks very bare comparatively.

Gotta give this to Jill Parker, she really went all in to merge Maria Bjørnson's vision and costume design with whatever she had to work with in the Restaged Tour. The look is richer, bolder, more coherent and simply more beautiful. Including Red Death. I think this...

is more memorable than this...

The latter just feels confused and average. And that is not to say I adore the Aussie Red Death look, I still don't feel it's an actual threat in the scene it appears in. I also get too heavy 2004 movie vibes, where the mask, the skull sword and the cloak plays more on the Red Death figure described in Leroux's novel:

But at least there is stuff going on in the Aussie one, and the red velvet, rich gold trim and "plain" gold mask appears more motivated in a way. I am glad they beefed it up. A skull mask would have completed the look, and as you suggest maybe also a hat.

With this in mind I still think they should have redesigned the whole of Masquerade instead of trying to make Maria Bjørnson's costumes into something they are not. They are not ballroom costumes. They are imaginative, colourful characters and allegories.

#red death #restaged tour costume rant #phantom of the opera

[tangentburd]

“I conquered the skies, now the shadows I conquer Skybound was the mind, earthbound the body rests.” [ X ]

~ ★ ~

A personal tribute + part of a collage collab organised by @sodafrog13 over the past few weeks. Thank you for giving me a reason to remember Mr Rick May’s legacy as the voice and soul behind one of the most important personalities in my life.

May you rest well among the stars and far beyond.

// 2020 tribute: [ X ]

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[ushiluv]

Good Little Girl 

step-daddy!atsumu x reader 

recently divorced, your mom was quick to find a new boy toy to spend her time with, but what happens when that boy toy finds interest in you? (wc: 1635)

warnings 

somnophilia (kinda?), creepy tsumu, overstimulation, age gap (reader is an adult), one (1) pussy slap and one (1) face slap, dumbification, reader has female anatomy, size kink, nipple play, breeding kinda, sex with no protection... also NOT proof read (yet)

note from the author 

this is the first smut i’ve ever published pls lmk what you think about it and what i could improve! always open to criticism 

The divorce did not take as big of a toll on your mom as you thought it would. You thought that being cheated on by her husband of 20 years would ruin her life but it didn’t, quite the contrary actually.

When you met Atsumu, you didn’t really know what to think. 28 years old and a career already secured, you wondered what he and your mother had in common. The age gap between them was big, big enough to make people’s eyes widen at the revelation of it, but neither him or your mom seemed to care.

Atsumu was quick to develop an interest in you. Who wouldn’t? You were everything he wanted and more; the thought of the woman he was dating was already far gone for him, he wanted you and what Atsumu wants, Atsumu gets. That probably explains the lingering touches on your body, the far too heavy stares on you, the weird interest in your love life. You couldn’t deny that the attention he gave you didn’t make you feel a little funny on the inside. Atsumu was a clearly attractive and successful man, but it felt wrong. Wrong, but not wrong enough for you to play with yourself at night, wishing it was his fingers instead of yours, and fantasizing about a reality where you two could be a couple.  

Little muffled moans left your mouth, it was late at night, your mom and her boyfriend already fast asleep. With a hand on your mouth and the other down your pretty baby blue panties, you started wondering how Atsumu’s hands would feel, how his calloused experienced hands would toy with you. The thought was enough to bring you to the edge and you finally released with a whimper of his name leaving your pretty lips. Too tired to move, you fell asleep in the same position, one hand on your stomach and the other on your naked chest.

Atsumu was a morning person. Getting out of the bed he shared with the woman next to him last night, he made his way to your room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before the day started. Slightly pushing your bedroom door, the sight in front of him left him breathless. Your nipples were perked due to the cold temperature of the room, your sleeping face was so peaceful and calm, Atsumu felt his boxers getting tighter. He didn’t know what pushed him to do his next move, he knew deep down it was wrong but he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He welcomed himself inside your room and quietly closed the door behind him.

“You’re so pretty” he whispered to himself as he placed a knee on your bed and leaned down. A hand of his came up to your face to push away a few strands of hair, letting him catch a better view of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “Gonna take good care of you.”

He was quick to kiss the skin of your boobs, warming them up for his hot tongue. He would look up at you once in a while, checking if his ministrations had woken you up but you were still in deep sleep. Feeling bolder, he opened his mouth and let himself suck on your left nipples, coating the little bud with his saliva. He couldn’t stop himself from biting down a bit, causing a little whimper to leave your mouth. He smirked to himself as he continued toying with your chest.

The weight on your chest began to be hard to ignore. Opening your eyes slowly, the sight in front of you almost made you believe you were still dreaming.

“T-tsumu?” your voice was quiet and sleepy, but it only made his cock twitch.

“Shh pretty girl” he kissed your jaw “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded. Taking this as a sign, Atsumu properly straddled your hips and helped you take off your shirt.

He let out a breath. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me when your mom is away.” his voice was raspy and soft, he tried to keep it down. “You’re a dirty girl, you know that? Fantasizing about your mother’s boyfriend.” a low chuckle left his mouth as your cheeks turned a bright red colour.

He left a kiss on your forehead and lowered his hand down your body until it reached your crotch. He didn’t break eye contact with you as his hand toyed with the hem of your cotton panties. With a finger, he circled your clit and hummed as he felt the sticky wetness that slowly grew on the fabric.

“You’re soaking wet. Gonna let me ruin your pretty panties? Gonna let me make a mess out of you?”

You were about to respond but the only sound that left your mouth was a loud moan caused by how two of his fingers pinched your clit. “Please touch me.” you breathed.

“But I am touching you, baby. You gotta be more precise, use your words.”

“Please touch me properly, daddy, I’ll do anything.”

Cooing at your begging attempt, he pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside of you. The tightness made him groan and the sound only made you clench around him.

“I can’t wait to destroy you” he mumbled to himself. His fingers started going in and out of you as his thumb played with your little bundle of nerve. Your little whimpers started growing louder and he wanted nothing more to hear you scream his name but he couldn’t afford getting caught either. He leaned down to press a messy open mouthed kiss on your lips, his fingers still toying with your cunt.

“If you want daddy to keep playing with you, you have to keep quiet.” he said against your lips. You slightly nodded and brought a hand to your mouth, hoping it would lower your sounds.

Feeling you get tighter around his two fingers, he let a globule of spit fall in your cunt, making everything even messier. The sight it was enough to bring you over the edge. You climaxed over his fingers with a hand on your mouth while a few praises left his mouth and traveled to your ears.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” he removed his hand from your messy hole and gave a small tap to your clit. The gesture made you flinch. “Came around daddy’s fingers with no shame.”

Seeing him bring his fingers to your mouth, you parted your lips open and invited them in. Your tongue swirled around his two digits and you could feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. Grabbing his wrist with two hands, you removed his fingers from your mouth.

“Wanna make daddy feel good now.” you said, looking up at him.

Atsumu swore he lost his mind at that moment. Without wasting any time, he lowered his boxers to his thighs and let his cock spring free. With wide eyes, you wondered if you would be able to take him. He started playing with you using the tip of his cock, sliding it through your wet folds.

“Is it gonna fit?” you asked with a small voice.

“Hm?” Atsumu was mesmerized by how tiny your cunt looked next to him. “We’ll make it fit.”

As he said those words, he pushed slightly into your hole. The tip made it past your entrance. Seeing the tears in your eyes, Atsumu smirked to himself.

“You’re doing so good, doll. Taking me so good” he pushed a bit more, “The worst is already over lemme bottom out, baby, please” he begged as he waited for any form of consent from you. When you nodded your head, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With one swift motion, his cock was finally fully inside you. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix and that one spot even you have a hard time to reach. It’s when he started moving that you felt yourself completely lost.

“ ‘so… is so good” you breathed.

“Yeah? Princess is going stupid over her daddy’s cock?” he gave a light slap to your right cheek “Look at you drooling like a dumb puppy.” he chuckled.

He kept drilling into you, muttering a few curse words and groaning when he felt your gummy walls clench around him. He started rubbing messy circles on your clit with three fingers, all thought of waking up your mom were already forgotten, he just wanted to feel you cum around his dick no matter how loud you two were being.

“I’m almost there daddy” you said as your nails dipped into his forearms.

“Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you cream”. He groaned

A few more thrusts were enough to make you come undone around him. The clenching of your cunt had him spill his load inside you. With his cock still in your warmth, he let himself fall on you, hugging your body closer to his. None of you said anything for a few minutes, still recuperating from the shock of your orgasms. He leaned back again and slowly removed his dick from your pussy, taking a mental picture of how you clenched around nothing as some of his cum spilled out of your hole. He put his boxers back to place and replaced your panties into their original position. 

He patted your crotch.“Keep it inside you, don’t want you to waste a drop.”

You hummed, too dizzy to hold a proper conversation. Suddenly, a sense of panic took over you. “Wait daddy, I’m not on the pill.” 

“I know, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and left your room as quietly as he entered it.

#atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu fluff #atsumu smut #dark content #stepcest #atsumu miya #inarzaki #inarzaki x reader #hq smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! #hq fluff #hq drabbles #hq scenario #haikyuu scenarios #smut #fluff #tw. stepcest #tw. age gap #tw. dumbification #tw. somnophilia

[starkerforlife6969]

Starker - The Beach War

Peter loves the sunshine.

He loves the sand under his toes, the little shore-line waves bumping against his ribs, he loves the sound of gulls swooping low, but he loves the sunshine most of all.

Steve warns him not to spend too much time out in the sun. Steve buys him sunscreen and umbrellas and hats.

But if the damning red crest over the bridge of his nose is anything to go by- Peter takes little heed.

“I’m going to aerobics,” Peter chirps sweetly, pouring coffee into Steve’s mug and reaching for his headband on a Tuesday morning.

His husband, in slacks and a still-unbuttoned shirt, looks up from the morning paper with a small, curious smile. “Didn’t you go yesterday?”

Peter nods, “I like it.”

“Alright. I suppose you deserve to enjoy yourself. Now that I’m officially a ballot candidate, thanks to you.”

Peter smiles warmly, reaching over to kiss Steve’s mouth and wipe the toast crumbs from his husband’s chin. “We all collected those signatures.”

Steve laughs at his modesty. “It’s one step closer to stopping Stark from destroying this town. I won’t rest till it’s done, Pete. Bucky’s coming over today, to help with the campaign.”

“Okay. Well, there’s lasagne in the fridge left over, will you two be alright?”

“Yeah.” His blue eyes run over Peter’s face. “Have you been wearing suncream?”

“Yes,” Peter lies, but is it really a lie? He tries to. He does, at least like, 50% of the time. Maybe 40.

Steve accepts it easily, and kisses Peter again, and then Peter’s out of the door and into the sunshine and free.

***

Class is perfect. Adrenaline-pumping, vibrant, fantastic, and it fills Peter with energy and when it’s over, dripping with sweat as he heads into the cool, air-conditioned bliss of the mall and wiggles his toes in his shoes.

He’s free the whole day.

He’s going to spend it in the water. On the beach.

He buys a danish from the new mall store, and is heading for the automatic doors when it catches his eye.

A familiar face. Or rather, fifteen of that unfamiliar face, splashed across a display for the new colour tvs. Beck. Peter stops despite himself and watches through the glass as fifteen Quinten Beck’s lecture on how environmental restrictions are really just restricting progress.

Peter takes another bite of his Danish and warm icing dribbles down his fingers. He licks it off angrily. Ugh, Beck. He was a dick in college, and he’s an even bigger dick now. What did Peter ever see in him?

He scoffs, turning away, only to come face-to-face with-

Oh. Handsome. Very handsome. Peter can’t help but be a little winded at the tanned skin, groomed hair and expensive suit and then-

Oh. Shit. It’s Tony Stark. Is it? It must be. It looks like him from the papers, and the interviews and- Yes. Yes, it is. The camera’s, already flattering, still don’t do him justice. It’s Tony Stark. Standing right here, in the mall that he had all those trees chopped down to make.

“You seemed drawn to him, and then you scoffed. It doesn’t speak to you?”

Peter blinks. Stark’s voice is lovely. Smooth. Just how it sounds in the adverts. “Oh!” Peter hums, hastily swallowing his mouthful of Danish. Stark’s eyes are roving over him- not even subtly. What is he looking for? Peter shifts a little in his workout gear. These shorts are very short, he must look- there’s probably icing on his lips and- “I don’t- I wasn’t drawn to him.” Peter insists, “I just know him- uh, Beck. I know him in real life.”

“I see,” Stark grins, eyes all amused, “do you have one?”

Peter blinks. He watches Tony’s eyes dip over his form once again. Rest on his lips. Peter licks them reflexively. He knows Tony isn’t married, but- “I do. I’m uh- I’m married. Sorry.”

Tony laughs, and Peter feels his cheeks flush. “I meant: do you have a colour tv? I know you’re married.”

Peter frowns. How is that possible- oh. He glances at his ring and manages a little laugh. “Perceptive.” He hums.

Tony lifts an eyebrow, a little quizzically. “No.” He says slowly,  “I know who you are, Peter Rogers. I saw the “Save our Wave” campaign. You and your husband. Smart way to launch. Ocean in the background. You looked….radiant.”

Oh god. Tony Stark knows who he is.

Peter brushes his hair behind his ears and doesn’t know what to say. “Uh...thank you.”

Tony grins. “Good ad. But it won’t be enough. It can’t stop progress.” Tony steps forward, so they’re a little closer than what’s proper, and his voice drops into something lower. His fingers graze Peter’s bare shoulder. “But I’m not sure you want to stop progress, do you, pumpkin?”

Is he talking about his aerobics outfit? Or the fact he was watching colour tv? Or the fact that he’s in the mall, having just finished a mall class, eating a mall-pastry, and watching mall-tv? Despite the fact that he’s supposedly against the mall.

Peter ignores the ripple of goosebumps that spread across his skin. He lifts his nose, but Tony still towers over him. “I do not agree wih Quinten Beck.” He snaps. “I’m sorry, but we do care about the environment. And we’re not going to have our beach destroyed for another mall.”

He pulls away then, pushing past Tony.

“Peter,” Tony says, and he can’t help but look back. Tony stands there, stupidly handsome, hands in his pockets, and his voice is as cool as the ocean-breeze when he says, “If I were married to you, I’d put you in my campaign videos too. You’ve got a face that changes minds, sweetheart.”

Another furious, heated blush, and Peter bumbles out into the sunshine.

Beach. He needs to go to the beach. Stat.

***

Peter’s freckles always make their debut in the LA Summer.

He serves a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade as he, Steve and Bucky take lunch out on the patio.

Bucky and Steve are pressed close together. It’d be odd, if it wasn’t so commonplace. But Peter expects it now. They’re childhood friends. It’s fine, probably. He tries not to think about it too much. Because he knows Steve. And Steve is kind and loyal, and even if he wanted to- he wouldn’t cheat on Peter.

Unfortunately, Peter thinks Steve might want to. More and more lately, now that Bucky’s basically been living here to help with the campaign.

“Thanks, Sweatpea,” Bucky murmurs, as Peter refills his glass.

For the man who’s stealing away his husband, Peter should probably like Bucky less. “No problem, James. Do you guys want more pecan pie?”

“It’s alright, sugar. Steve and I will eat at the community luncheon.”

Peter blinks. He turns to Steve, who looks away bashfully.

“What?” Bucky asks, reading their faces.

“We were invited to the Harrisson’s gala this afternoon.” Peter points out, still looking at Steve’s face, “it’s a great opportunity to raise some funds-”

“It’s a stuck up crowd,” Bucky points out, not incorrectly, “not exactly who we want associated with Steve’s campaign.”

“Right,” Peter hums, because Steve had a choice between him and Bucky, and Bucky’s already won.

“I’m sorry, Pete,” Steve says earnestly, reaching his large hand across the table to take Peter’s. Bucky looks away. “I just feel the luncheon has a lot more to offer. You can go to the gala by yourself, can’t you? You’re more than amazing without me dragging you down.”

Not true. Peter thinks, because as much as he loves being free, Steve’s all-American home spun wholesomeness always leaves a trail of admirers.

“Okay,” he murmurs. “You guys have fun.”

He collects the rest of the dishes and takes them inside, unaware that he has a Bucky-shaped shadow until he’s corned next to the kitchen sink.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky says, bowing his head, and Peter half-smiles. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I knew you guys had already-”

“It’s alright.” Peter says softly, “I think he would rather be with you anyway.”

Bucky’s eyes snap to his, ice-blue and frightened and hopeful. “Pete…” he says, voice a little raw. “It’s not…”

“You guys alright in there?” Steve calls from outside.

Peter ducks under Bucky’s arm, and it isn’t very difficult to make his voice bright when he calls back: “Just fine!”

***

The Harrison’s own a ridiculously nice estate, and Peter only feels a little out of place. He’s in the dark blue silks he brought with him to LA all those years ago, and Mr Harrisson greets him warmly at the door.

It’s...better than he thought it would be. It turns out he doesn’t really need Steve. At all, actually. He’s clever and he has his degree and he knows a lot about the environment. People like him. They respond to him. It’s-

“Just look at you,” comes a whistle, and Peter turns slowly to see Tony Stark in a tuxedo.

Fuck. It’s a very tasty sight. Tastier than the crab rolls being handed out, and they were pretty damn incredible.

“You’re just working the room, aren’t you, honey?” Tony drawls, voice dripping with appreciation and something low and dark and-

“I’m uh, I’m trying,” Peter manages, feeling his cheeks flush.

Tony looks like he wants to step closer, but he doesn’t. Peter kind of- maybe a little- wants him too. “And where’s your very lucky husband?”

“Oh, he’s...he’s not here.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “Really? Well, how about you and me get some air?”

The Harrison’s house sits on the beach, and Peter kicks off his shoes and is pulled down onto the sand as easy as breathing.

God, the ocean air. He rolls up his trousers, sinks his feet into the cold, trembling waves.

“Just look at you,” Tony hums, and Peter turns to see he’s being watched, and Tony’s skin looks even better lit by the sunset.

“You said that already,” he points out, feeling bolder, braver, now that he’s out on the beach.

“Well, maybe that’s because I can’t stop looking at you.”

Peter blushes, before stepping into the water a little further. “Are you going to join me? Or do you hate the ocean as much as you claim?”

Tony obligingly toes off his shoes. “Never said I hated the ocean. Don’t get me mixed up with Beck. I just know that sometimes we’ve gotta sacrifice things in the name of progress. Technology. The future.”

Tony pulls off his bowtie, slips off his jacket, and then comes and wades into his knees.

“Gotta sacrifice things,” Peter echoes, “like the ocean. Like trees. Who needs ‘em, right? They only give us oxygen.”

Tony grins at him. “You’re a firecracker, aren’t you, Peter? I thought you liked my mall. Or wasn’t that you? In that gorgeous little aerobics get up? Eating one of those danishes- to die for, aren’t they? Wasn’t that you, sighing at a colour tv?”

Peter scoffs because he doesn’t have a comeback, and he glances out at the horizon.

“You were mine, sweetheart, you’d be purring away with that tv at your feet. I’d buy you a hundred if you wanted ‘em. You wouldn’t want for anything.”

Jesus. Peter tries to stifle the flood of arousal that courses through him. “I’d be wanting for a husband that cared about protecting our coast line.” He manages, though it sounds a little weak.

“The coast line,” Tony hums, reaching a hand down to plunge into the water. “The beach. You a surfer?”

“No, I just...I like the beach, it makes me feel…” free “...it’s the beach. It’s nature. It’s not for us to bend and re-shape for another mall, Tony.”

Tony chuckles, “I do like to hear you say my same.”

Peter scowls, and heads back for the sand. A few splashes later, Tony follows. “You can’t...I don’t know, you can’t seduce me into supporting you.”

Tony’s hand grips around his wrist just before Peter reaches his shoes, and he’s looking up into very dark brown eyes, and a very, very appealing mouth. “I’m not trying to change your mind.” Tony murmurs, “I’m just trying to see where it is you stand. You like the mall, you didn’t mind the trees being cut down there, but the beach. The beach is where you have a problem. It’s your line.”

“It-it’-it’s not about me.” Peter stutters, feeling exposed, “My husband is the one running for-”

“And I am trying to seduce you. Have been since I saw you in that advert. Couldn’t get you out of my head. Thought they’d hired a model at first, and then I found out you were married to him. I couldn’t believe it.”

Oh. Warmth buzzes through his skin, flattered and delighted and giddy, Peter doesn’t know what in the name of hell possesses him to say: “He’s not going to be my husband for much longer.”

Tony’s eyebrows lift in surprise. Then he smirks. His hand is still wrapped around Peter’s wrist. “That so?”

A few other guests pull out onto the beach now, and Peter spots Mrs Harrisson in the distance.

“Save our wave, Mr Stark,” he whispers, unable to stop smiling, as he gathers his shoes and heads over.

***

He and Steve have sex that night.

It’s the best sex they’ve had in a long time. Passionate, erotic, and Peter knows why. It’s because he was just with Tony, and Steve was just with Bucky, and they’re both pretending.

Afterwards, still warm from the haze, they look at one another.

“I’m so sorry, Pete,” Steve whispers, voice-choked up, and Peter brushes away his tears.

“Don’t be. Where you are, it’s where I am. You and Bucky are made for each other.”

“You have someone too?” Steve asks. Peter nods. “Okay. Okay, but not till...not till after the campaign. Divorce…” the word makes him jerk a little, and Peter soothes him, “it could rock things.”

“After the campaign,” Peter nods, and they sleep in each other’s arms, and maybe it shouldn’t feel like everything’s going to be okay, but it does.

***

Steve annihilates Tony in the televised debate.

Peter knew he would. Tony is clever and pithy, but Steve is earnest, and kind, and people can see that. They can feel that. Tony handles it as well as he can, but it’s clear by the end of the interview- Steve is ahead.

Peter swims back towards the shore.

He’s still wet as he pads into the mall and heads for the pastry-store.

“I’ll get that,” Tony says, appearing from nowhere and handing over the money before Peter can fish his wallet from his ocean-wet shorts.

Tony’s hand is on the small of his back then, guiding him towards the food court, and soon Peter’s eating his pastry on a plastic red chair, and looking at Tony with wide, innocent eyes.

Tony breaks first.

“So, your husband’s campaign is a little stronger than I thought.”

Peter laughs. The sound seems to make Tony light up, and that just- Peter’s stomach tightens.

“My advisor’s are a little worried.”

“Steve is very good.” Peter agrees, taking another bite.

Tony leans across the table, and his cologne makes Peter want. “I’m better, though, Pete, is the thing.”

“Are we still talking about the campaign?”

“Let’s get dinner.” Tony says suddenly, “please. I know it’s early, but I am burning with it, Pete. I think about you all the time, I can’t keep staking out beaches and malls hoping to run into you.”

“What if someone sees us? What about Steve’s campaign-”

“It’d hurt mine just the same. Who gets the sympathy? The man being cheated on, or the man who slept with a married guy?”

Peter pulls the pastry apart with his fingers. “Just dinner?”

“At my house.”

Peter laughs, scandalised, “dinner at your house? How easy do you think I am?”

“Not easy at all. You’re fucking difficult, sweetheart. Look at what you’re wearing, fuck, it’s like you want to torture me.”

Peter tries not to blush and fails. His voice is gentle though, when he voices his main concern: “And what happens if once you’ve...once we’ve...what happens then? Curiosity satisfied, you might not want to see me anymore.”

Tony reaches across the table to touch Peter’s hand. Peter looks around worriedly, but nobody is paying them any mind.

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Tony whispers, more serious than Peter has ever seen him. “Peter, I would never get bored of you.”

“It’s happened before,” Peter says weakly, and doesn’t realise how true it is until it’s spoken aloud. The pain for the divorce yet to happen ripples across his chest. Oh god, where has this been? Someone loved him once, and then found someone else-

“I’m gonna crush him.” Tony vows, voice vicious, as soon as he spots the glitter of Peter’s tears. “I’m going to destroy his campaign-”

“No, no,” Peter insists, sniffling, and managing a small smile. “Steve is- he’s a good guy, Tony. A good guy with a good cause, you don’t need to,” Peter huffs fondly, “you don’t need to protect my honour.

“Alright,” Tony says, a little bit like he’s unconvinced, so Peter squeezes his hand.

“I want to have dinner with you. I want to feel your hands on me- I- I think about it all the time. And afterwards, I want...more.” Peter looks down at their hands. “You said you’d get me anything.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Tony whispers, “I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

***

The mall gets made.

In the next town over. The beach is saved. Steve wins.

They divorce.

Steve hugs him. Bucky hugs him. There’s a lot of crying, but then Peter’s being picked up in a ludicrously nice hot-red car, and there’s Tony and kissing and a house in Malibu right on the sand.

There’s a wedding, and teasing, and arguments. There’s sex. A lot of sex. There’s swimming and living and life under the sun.

There’s a thousand things. A million things.

And every day with Tony promises more.

When Peter wakes up, ready for the beach, Tony slathers him with suncream and for some reason it doesn’t feel like he’s trapped.

Maybe it was never about the suncream.

He still loves the beach. And the sunshine. And the gulls swooping low and the sand under his toes, but-

But he doesn’t need it to feel free. He feels free right here, in bed, tangled up with Tony and the promise of more.

#starker #physical inspired #background Steve x peter #no cheating #politician tony #80s setting #aerobics #Peter parker #Tony stark #Tony x peter

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Jake and Amy in that 8x08 dress. Go

"Take a picture, Peralta, it'll last longer."

Jake snorts at tipsy Amy's attempt at a joke, but there's a flirty undertone he definitely notes when he continues looking at her sitting next to him despite her protest, the fancy dinner in front of them all but done, waiting for the dessert to come round.

"You're still staring." She whispers now, soft and sweet just like her smile.

"I mean, I'm never not staring at you." He smiles back when she shakes her head with a little eyeroll. "But I gotta say the lipstick does not help divert attention."

"Funny how you're looking at my lipstick by staring down my cleavage."

She gets a little pouty lip for that she can only giggle at.

"I was admiring your dress, actually, Mrs Inappropriate."

"It's always my dress, isn't it." He well and truly loved her pantsuits, but Amy in a dress reminds him of date nights, she knows, of special days out, of moments for just the two of them. He probably loves her dresses for that just as much as she loves his flannels for their comforting familiarity.

"Yeah." He stops for a moment, his eyes gliding up and down the tiny flower pattern on her. "You don't wear dresses that light often."

It's true, Amy thinks while doing a little recon of her special occasions wardrobe (the actual one, not the drawer Jake nicknamed as such after she'd sorted her nicer underwear into it). She prefers to stick to darker colours or bolder patterns.

"Makes me think of the last time you wore an almost white dress." Interrupts her mental stocktake, and makes her tilt her head.

"When-"

"Your wedding dress."

Oh.

"Or, well, I guess the impromptu Gina-replacement." He smiles again, remembering the actual wedding dress only he got to see (well, Rosa had seen it before) a day after, when they were packing for their honeymoon and Amy pulled it out of the wardrobe with a sigh, the garment bag untouched. He'd lovingly teased her until she'd agreed to put it on, but there wasn't a word left in his repertoire when she actually stepped out of the bathroom in white and lace, tulip sleeves and mermaid skirt and all.

She'd hung it back up carefully in its bag after he'd taken it off her. (Or maybe about an hour or so after that, finding it slightly crumpled on their bedroom floor.) Pushed it into the very back of her closet, and maybe thought about another chance to wear it, a few years down the line, maybe on an anniversary turned renewal.

She's not sure if she'd still fit into it now, after Mac, or if she'll fit into it in the years to come, after one more.

But whatever dress she'll choose to wear, she knows it'll get her the same stunned face with shining eyes and softly smiling lips. The one that's smiling at her right now, too, as she reaches over to grab his hand.

"We'll get a proper ceremony like this one day too, without all the chaos and last minute changes." She tries to soothe, her thumb stroking across the back of his hand. "I mean, you can see how long it's taken the Captain and Dr. Cozner until they got their wedding party."

"That sounds nice." Jake nods, but then his voice dips a bit, a low hum she only knows from sweet whispers and quiet love confessions. "But I genuinely don't care about having a big party."

Amy's thumb stops its soft caress, presses down instead, three times. It always makes him grin.

"I got to marry you. That still makes it the greatest day ever, no matter what else happened."

There's a quiet little moment of nothing but them, all the bustle and noise of family members celebrating around them gone as she leans over to kiss him, tender and sweet. She doesn't move away after, pulls her chair even closer to him instead, and his hand lands on the low end of her nape, a warm, comforting pressure as he strokes over her skin.

"I would re-marry you anywhere, Ames. We don't have to have a big party for that."

She giggles, the little bit of alcohol she's had so far still having an effect on her.

"You don't need to re-marry me, babe. That's a once-and-forever deal."

"Yeah, I'm lucky like that." He giggles now too.

They'll have to rejoin the real world soon enough, chat with their co-workers - their little extended family - eat the dessert that she can already see being served to other tables, walk around and mingle, find some space on the dancefloor, but right now she's more than content with their little bubble. Jake's hand on her neck is warm, his smile soft, his eyes full of stars, and there's nothing else she needs in the entire world to be absolutely, completely content.

(Maybe the second set of chocolate eyes, too, the tiniest chubby-cheeked smile, the warmth of little arms cuddling her. She needs that too.)

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic

[catherine-bundle]

Developments

Using the packaging template the group decided on. Here I tried adding the icon we had used in our formative presentation. Mainly focused on the feedback of trying to wrap the visuals around the packaging to see the continuation and story telling aspect.

I feel in some cases I went to overboard and tried to include everything in the packaging which them became too busy and wasn't loving it.

I began thinking simple, monochrome and modern with icons and lines. Here I thought what if the icon became the window so you could see the macrame cord inside? The colour could be brighter or more vibrant, at the moment it's looking dull that green.

From the feedback received, theres no balance between the icon and logo. The connection between faces is simple with the bands of the icon wrapping around, I like - it's minimal and helps seperate some text on the faces.

I quite like having the logo as a stroke rather than filled. It's isn't so bold and in your face especially when it's scaled this large. The outline makes it soft and the attention draws into the brown heading. I like how the letters especially the 'u' and 'n' wrap around the box like the icon bands.

The feedback received focuses on the logo and icon. I don't think they're working well together. It's gotta be one or the other. The icon seems to just be placed on the packaging with little meaning or link to the brand name.

Overall key things I will take forward is the use of the cardboard material showing throughout the box. I like the natural tone and texture coming through and matching with the white accents. The brown also stands out well to make text bolder.

[hey-hamlet]

BNHA AU Ideas: Genetics Prodigy

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Quirks might be the coolest thing ever, but they aren't magic, they're genetic. So what's to stop one very stubborn quirkless prodigy from working out how to give himself some?

Ok so! Tech Genius!Izuku AUs are a thing, right? I love them to bits but my problem is I know nothing about tech so I can't write them, but what I do know is biology!

Biology/Genetics prodigy Izuku giving himself quirks!

Stays friends with Katsuki (They have a rough patch but they work through it), not sure if I want Izuku to fiddle with Katsuki's quirk or not - not sure if I'll make the quirk limit 1 or 2, but I've always headcanoned you can give more quirks to someone born quirkless, so Izuku will end up with a few

So, after the dawn of quirks, a lot of, if not all, genetic research stopped. Sure, tech marched onwards, but genetics became an even bigger taboo than it was before. Izuku is a little genius, and this his massive interest in quirks when he's told he’s quirkless? It's more of a “how do I change this” than a “can I change this”

Izuku has always been the smartest person Katsuki knows. They have a rough patch at the beginning where Katsuki is trying to claw this one thing he's better at Izuku than over his head, to make himself ‘better’ than izuku

People have always called the quirkless worthless. If he’s less than a quirkless kid, what does that make him? Izuku eventually manages to drag it out of him and tells him about all the things people did before the dawn of quirks. Katsuki changes his mind to instead believing that everyone else is stupid for thinking quirks are everything and is now very vocal about that. (He still loves his quirk though, as does Izuku.)

His first real trial is a bit of a silly one: he cures Katsuki’s lactose intolerance. They were both salty they couldn’t share their icecream.

Collection of quirks:

Bakugo:

Explosion

Fire Manipulation

Midoriya:

Telekinesis

Heal

Forcefield

Jump

I want Izuku to give himself a quirk aged like, 8, with bakugo there for the ride as a lab hand, and I want them to realise with mounting horror what they've managed to do

bakugo turning to izuku and whispering "how many quirks would it take to beat - be as strong as - all might?" and izuku just shrugs because he hadn't thought about that but what he's done could start a new breed of bioweapons

he knows enough about the brain to see that more than 2 quirks in a quirked persons body, or more than 4 in someone born quirkless would be seriously damaging, but he's really scared about what could happen if he did go over that limit.

he won't, but he's curious, and he feels a little sick because of it

Nezu catches wind of this baby bio genius, one of the red flags is the only recent research done into quirks was actually from the lab nezu was kept in, so when he sees someone digging into that research he's ready to rain hell down upon them

then he sees an 8-year old that gave himself a quirk and he's like "oh. son."

oh he also totally has a little collection of lab rats that he spoils to bits - he's careful not to give them any quirks that would hurt them / cause an ethical issue. mostly they just have colour changing and glowing quirks, one of them can photosynthesize

he's a very good boy and his little rat children love him

So, when one is as hopelessly heroic as Izuku, it tends to be hard to avoid ‘accidentally’ using your quirk in public. When you have a heal quirk? It’s basically impossible.

Healing quirks actually have a special provision under the vigilantism act, along with exemptions due to age, but when Izuku gets caught, the police don’t tell him that. They honestly just want to try and scare the kid straight because it was a ‘miracle’ (forcefield) that he didn’t get hit by the falling rubble.

So Naomasa is brought in, as usual for the Mustutafu area, and asks the basic questions: name, age, quirk. Izuku, being a genius but still like 8 and scared he's going to jail lies for the first two questions, and he doesn’t lie very well because the poor kid is chronically honest.

‘Um, my name is – Tsubasa! Yeah!.” “I’m 10!”

But the last question throws Naomasa for a loop. “What’s your quirk?” “I was born quirkless, I’ve got the x-ray to prove it.”

That wasn’t a lie. But he visibly used a quirk, they saw it happen. And Naomasa suddenly gets a terrible feeling, because there is only one person he knows that can take someone from quirkless to quirked.

“So you don’t have any quirk?” “No sir.” A lie. Fuck. He lets Izuku go because, despite the horror of a child caught in AFO’s clutches, he might be the most valuable lead they’ve ever had. So they keep an eye on him.

It doesn’t take long to see him using more than one quirk. The kid is creative and isn’t bad at disguising them as the same quirk, but using a forcefield to shield you and your friend from rain is visibly different from telekinetically doing the same, if you know what you’re looking for. And boy do Naomasa and All Might know what they’re looking for.

Their second heart attack comes from an absent “So have you been practising with flame manipulation?” “Of course, dipshit, I’m not lazy. We’ve gotta practise to become heroes, don’t we?” “I know, Kacchan! I’m just excited!”

They keep freaking out about it until they bring in Nezu. It takes him a week or so, but he quickly finds out whats going on. “So, I’m not sure if this is what you wanted to hear but: It’s not All for One,” general sighs of relief “But the child has worked out how to synthesize quirks.” PANICKED NOISES

I feel like izuku is def. the first to make a quirk suppressant chemical, which really interests overhaul. Unfortunately, so i assume he can counter than with something that could just speed up the metabolism to flush another chemical out and because aizawa's quirk binds to the quirk factor, he could just give himself a quirk that has a different biological mechanism - confusing the fuck out of everyone involved

Timeline of Izuku’s shenanigans

Katsuki: lactose intolerance cured, proof of concept – age 6

A very nice rat: Attraction of small objects, yes the rat used it and yes it was amazing because other rats counted as small objects – age 7

Izuku: Attraction of small objects – age 8 (Inko’s quirk)

Katsuki: Flame control, a portion of Hisashi’s quirk from Izuku’s genes – age 8

Izuku: Jump, from a detailed study about a quirked rabbit – age 8 (late)

Another very nice rat: given the ability to live to 10 years old. His name is Hermes – age 9

Izuku: Starts a medical degree – age 10

Izuku: Forcefield, partly from a study of a weak forcefield quirk from the beginning of quirks when genetic studies were less taboo, combined with some promoter sequences from Katsuki’s quirk – age 10

Izuku: Heal, something he’d been working on since the beginning, created without reference for a similar quirk, his masterpiece – age 13 (This quirk is not tied to the quirk factor and therefore can not be stopped by erasure or the quirk erasing bullets.)

Izuku: Finishes the medical degree – age 14

Katsuki tries to get him to write Dr. Midoriya on his application to UA but he refuses, sadly. Not that it matters, Nezu recognises the last name from some of the only quirk research since the lab he was kept in was shut down. He’s very interested about one of the boy’s earliest papers; a case study about a quirkless boy born to 2 4th generation quirked parents, and the conclusion he drew: it wasn’t possible. It doesn’t take a genius to work out the quirkless kid was Izuku himself.

Izuku and Katsuki walk to UA together, Uraraka still saves him from tripping, Katsuki was just laughing at his suffering. Izuku’s a little less awkward in this AU and actually manages to thank her. They all enter the hall together.

Izuku never exactly kicked him mumbling habit, Iida still tells him off. Katsuki is trying to fight the urge to fly down there and kick his ass. Not that they can see, but Uraraka is also glaring at Iida for being rude to the nice boy.

Iida tries to stop Izuku from saying hi to Uraraka but she blows straight past him, loudly thanking Izuku for stopping to say hi. She’s glaring at Iida, Izuku is blissfully ignorant of that. Iida feels like he's offended the wrong person.

The exam starts, Izuku jumps straight into the middle of the exam. His legs hurt but he's totally clear of the other test takers. He starts kicking butt. He yanks wires from ports, tears screws from joints, punches robots with forcefield protected fists, etc. He gets maybe 30 points like this.

All around him he can see people in danger, he throws up countless forcefields to protect his fellow test takers. The judges are impressed with the versatility of the quirk, All Might, even though he knows Izuku isn’t connected to AFO, is having a slight breakdown. Nezu is incredibly impressed. Izuku is flagging though, his forcefield quirk takes some serious energy when he doesn’t have much to spare.

The zero pointer is released. Uraraka is pinned, and, unlike canon, she isn’t unscathed. Her ankle is snapped under the rubble, her ribs are badly bruised. Izuku sees this happen and he just moves. He doesn’t trust his forcefield to hold enough weight, so he goes the other direction: brute force. Using his jump quirk, he rockets into the air, landing a solid, quirk enhanced kick to the face of the robot. As it teeters, he uses attraction of small objects on as many individual points as he can, flying over the back of the robots head. He lands with an impact that jars his teeth, just as the robot starts to tip backwards. He makes it to safety with seconds to spare.

He’s exhausted, so far into quirk exhaustion it isn’t funny, but he’s not done yet. He stumbles to Uraraka helps her lift the bolder off her broken ankle, and heals it. He collapses just as the test finishes, Uraraka catching him and keeping him safe from the last few bits of falling rubble. She’s so thrown by her healed ankle.

Recovery girl comes over, checking on Uraraka. She saw the injury on the cameras and felt bad for the poor girl, but when she gets over there’s nothing. Sure, there’s some blood, but under it all there isn’t even a single cut. Uraraka begs her to help the boy in her arms and she thinks she might know why. The boy looks half dead, likely quirk exhaustion. Still, she didn’t know anyone with a healing quirk was applying, normally Nezu would have told her.

#biology prodigy au #BNHA au #bnha #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #All Might #Iida Tenya

[jlf23tumble]

Hi Jen, I just saw your rec for Star Wars fic, and it bothers me because there isn't any good larry fic lately. So many authors have left!!!! Is there anything you read lately that you love? Even your favorites are gone, it's so upsetting!

Oh, man, don’t despair!! Yes, two of my absolute faves have left this fandom (and let me just say, they left because people are fucking ASSHOLES), but they still write in other fandoms, I still get to bask in their beautiful words (and at least one of them would write in this fandom again on commission), but that aside, I truly do hate this notion that all the best have come and gone, especially with the sheer volume of material around the D, month in and month out. You just have to be willing to read new things, and you really have to support creators if you ever want them to give you free stuff on a semi-regular basis. Maybe I should make it a monthly feature, but here’s what I posted in January with my faves of late last year/early this year…and here’s what I’ve loved from the last few weeks (most of ‘em are hella short, too):

from a bandit to a baby, by @dykes4louis, T, 1.5k. “Tell me something,” Louis murmurs. (hima’s writing, HELP, but the fact that this is less than 2k, and still manages to pack in nonbinary harry, implied mpreg, so much yearn, n*ce)

Watermelon Sugar High, by @rosemarianthyme, E, 2.2k. Resting right between his legs, the long slice open and juicy and red and his fingers pressed just so, it looked to his wine-hazy brain like a cunt. Like it could be /his/ cunt. (my fave new author, getting into some genderplay)

her only hope is what she did she’ll soon forget, by jaerie, E, 2.2k. Harry is a single parent desperate to make ends meet and Louis is there to make it better (NOBODY is out serving lactation kink like Jaerie is; this one is supposed to have a sequel, I’m hopin’ and prayin’, angst city)

Strange Side Effects, by jaerie, E, 2.5k. Louis was drunk the first time he saw, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Had he just imagined Harry squeezing milk out of his nipples? (SEE THE FUCK ABOVE, only no angst)

Did you let him leave a necklace? (Yup), by @sadaveniren, E, 2.5k. Harry’s pearl necklace is a day collar. (the truest part of this fic? oli running sex-related errands)

Always Be Prepared, by @vondrostes, E, 2.6k. “I have a surprise for you,” Louis informed him. “To make up for not remembering your toys.” (the irony of anyone saying Terran won’t write larry fic when a) his mega larry fic is #9 on last year’s masterlist, b) second spring is RIGHT THERE, and c) one-offs like this one, commission him if you wanna see more!)

Hoist the Colours High, by @kerasines, M, 5.2k.  A Girl Direction Pirates of the Caribbean AU featuring Harry as Will Turner, Louis as Elizabeth Swann, swords, and my obsession with girls in men’s period clothing. (KIMMMMMMM, it’s so good, and if she wasn’t in the midst of writing in five other fandoms, sigh)

To Wear Your Love series, by @haztobegood, E, 5.9k. The pearl necklace was bolder, so pretty, and undeniably feminine. (the love i have for that pearl necklace being a collar, it knows no bounds)

Gentle Sin, by userkant, E, 7.5k. Louis discovers a few things about Harry. (if you’re really stuck in earlier-era fics, this one truly harkens back to those days, so encourage this author if you miss it!)

But When We Kiss…, by @indiaalphawhiskey, E, 8k. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia?” (this fic is so fucking GOOD, jesus, I love silverfox Louis, and before you get all weird in my inbox about it, Harry’s 30, I would k word someone to see every single timestamp between chapters 1 and 2)

i cannot reach your heart, by HappyPrincess/ @pattern-pals, E, 10k. Harry flees like he always does, leaving a basket of fresh fruit and the prospect of his imminent heat. Somehow, Louis still ends up running after him. (LISTEN, nina has achieved national treasure status for me, PROTECT, and this fic, the angst, the entire series, christttttttttttttttttttt, it kills me in the best way, I hope they keep writing in this verse, but even if they don’t, swoon)

So, tl/dr, if you wanna see good fic, you gotta encourage fic authors and stop being a fic pillow princess, put some effort into it, and by effort, I’m talking bare minimum, give some kudos, give some comments, show some praise, do some reblogs, message them directly, DO SOMETHING, hand-wringing is useless, always. God, I gotta have some wine and calm down, lmao

#fic rec #january 2020 #i guess??? #but yeah this fires me up #that people just lie back and expect to be served #work it a little #i wish rubia wasn't on a mental mimosa break #she'd have the perfect ref for this

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Hi! I want to ask what's your thoughts on Kaley's new world tour costumes? The elissa and the dressing gown look almost the same as the ones worn by Claire earlier this year...(also considering Kaley sort of joined the company half way to cover her) Could some of their costumes possibly be the same? Thanks for your answer and your awesome blog!

Apart from the title song and Masquerade, we haven’t really been flooded with promo photo so far (hello! You always used to do AIAOY for the press?!). So I don’t have a full overview of her Christine wardrobe in Taipei. But some general thoughts and observations:

First and foremost, the wig. Yes, still brown and curly. But for me a BIG change to see her with those huge, soft locks rather than the smaller ringlets. I like her in both looks. I also think her World Tour makeup is a lot bolder. Though have in mind they play in a huge arena, where some only see the show through giant screens, and offering viible mimick is vital... so that might also have pushed the boldness of the makeup.

The Hannibal Slavegirl costume. Whereas I was sure she would don the US style - as that’s what all ballerinas wear - I wasn’t sure if she brought along her already fitted Broadway bodice. Turns out she did not. Her Broadway one always lacked the middle green gem between the angels, which her Taipei costume has. The shape of the middle metal piece is also different, as is the use of beads over the bust. Even the tiara (not depicted here) is different in Taipei. But still a US style.

The Elissa gala costume: Yeah, the trouble costume. The US skirt has a small opening in front, between a “belt” matching the bodice and the rich beaded brooch belt. This makes skirt and bodice blend. No such attempt in the new World Tour skirt, made in a UK style but with a certain lack of attention to the waist area. Still, there’s much I like about the skirt, and the TOM clip floating around is lovely. And yeah, new UK shawl as well. Seems a bunch of new ones were made overlapping for the new World Tour and the new UK Tour. 

The dressing gown: She wears a UK style in Taipei, as opposed to the US style on Broadway. Biggest difference is in the “bagginess” of the waist, the decorations, and the belt. The latter is identical to the one Claire Lyon wore, as is the use of fabrics. So I assume it’s the same one. I love the World Tour look on Kaley in this scene, I gotta say. Looks very christine-y.

Il Muto: Judging by the UK costume makers, SOMEONE is getting a new Rooftop costume in the World Tour. I’ve suspected Kaley Ann Voorhees from the start, but no photos has emerged yet... grumble. As for the Serafimo blouse/shirt, it looks identical to her Broadway one in materials. But the mobcap is different in both shape and materials. This too looks identical to Claire Lyon’s 2019-2020 cap, so probably another borrowed piece there.

Star Princess: This one is interesting... Kaley Ann Voorhees is clearly using US styles in both photos. But... Her Broadway one was more worn, and paler. Her World Tour one looks way fresher, and brighter colours. But also stronger ombre effect in the skirt. Comparing photos of her and Meghan Picerno, I actually think she’s donned Picerno’s dress? Both colours and shape is very similar. Interesting. But then with a UK tiara. Hum.

Wishing dress: Haven’t seen a single photo yet. Intrigued to see what she’s wearing in Taipei!

Aminta: Ditto!!

Wedding dress: Only super blurry photos has emerged so far. Judging from the silhouette and the lace used it looks like a US dress. Might it even be the same she wore on Broadway? The placement of the lace in the skirt and the curve of the bodice in front is a good match. If so, cool.

So her general wardrobe seems like a mix, as it was for Claire Lyon. Speaking of which, someone suggested it was Australian Covid-19 rules that prevented Claire Lyon from starring in Taipei. And looking at the Australian Government’s websites, that can seem correct: “If you are an Australian citizen or a permanent resident you cannot leave Australia due to COVID-19 restrictions unless you have an exemption”. These include various healthcare services and humanitarian reasons, if you are to stay abroad for three months or more, or your work is important or even “of national interest”. Although this COULD have passed as a work emergency, there would have been lots of fuzz when returning. Being recently married and with Christmas coming up, I can see why not going to Taipei might have been the best option. It’s a short run there, after all.

#phantom of the opera #poto world tour revival #kaley ann voorhees #claire lyon #poto taipei #poto taiwan

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My Secret Saxton for @meaiku who wanted Solly and Zhanna blowing up a Christmas tree because ROMANTIC. Merry belated Smissmas and have a blast of a new year!

Special thanks to @dontneedadispenser​ for organising the discord event!

   

// bonus:

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #secret saxton 2020 #soldier #zhanna #smissmas #fanart #doodle #shitpost #how do you lineless colouring #HOW DO YOU ZHANNA EVEN #gotta be bolder with colours #tangentials

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Five times someone else witnessed Mulder and Scully being cute together

Pearl: fic

Five times someone else witnessed Mulder and Scully being cute together

1

Pearl is glad that serious young man in the basement office had a partner now. He spent too many nights alone in there, hunched over that messy desk, playing around with slides and photos and stuff. She’s not sure where the redheaded girl sits but she hears her sometimes, telling him off, but in a nice way. Her name still ain’t on the door but he calls her Scully and she’s smart, real smart. Smarter than him in lots of ways. But where she’s all answers, he’s all questions, where’s she’s all caution, he’s all impulse. And sometimes that’s the better way to be. You gotta be curious, be bolder, or you end up cleaning offices for a living.

Tonight, they’re both there. He’s all excited, talking about the Smithsonian and Scully is teasing him. It’s the change in her tone that Pearl notices. Scully, with her suits and sensible heels, she isn’t a teaser; that’s his nature. But being on the receiving end, he likes it. Pearl can tell. In fact, he loves it. She stops cleaning the glass plate on the copier for a bit, just so she can hear more. 

“But Scully, Professor Carvel showed you the data. How can you deny it?” “Mulder, a collection of anecdotes about beast men and women, albeit far more than I had anticipated, is not enough for me. It speaks of a shared cultural mindset, not of scientific proof that these…these creatures exist.” “But don’t you find it exciting that there is a direct correlation between the biota and the prevalence of sightings? Doesn’t that do something for you?” She laughs, Scully does. Full on laughs. In his face. And it’s the best sound Pearl has heard in years. Because it makes him laugh. Fool doesn’t know what he’s even laughing at, but he’s in stitches and they’re both there, opposite side of that desk, giggling like teenagers. “Why is it so funny?” he asks it eventually, but by then Pearl is back to cleaning the glass. Because it is, she thinks. Because it just is.

2

Scully left. She just wasn’t there for a while, and Mulder was back to being sad again. But then she came back and he perked up, smiled a lot more, asked his damn fool questions, and waited for her clever answers. Even though he dismissed them to her face, Pearl knew he collected those bits of her wisdom, her sensibleness, and used them when he needed to. And then she was gone again. Taken this time, poor man was a wreck for weeks until she returned, got better and came back to work. 

They came back from Florida a day or so ago and he’s been in a jolly mood. Keeps talking about Blockheads and Dog-Faced boys. He even put two tickets on her side of the desk. For Silver’s Circus. As though that smart Scully is going to go on a date with him to the circus. What is thinking, that boy? She’s an art gallery girl, a museum girl, one of those arthouse movie evenings girl. Pearl thinks one day she might have to teach that boy how to properly ask this girl out. So that she says yes. The way they look at each other. The way he pined for her when she was missing. That says something.

“Mulder, can I get you something for lunch?” Scully says from the doorway. Pearl nods at her and gets one of Scully’s pretty closed-mouth smiles. She’s shy like that, tucks her chin to her chest before she smiles. Won’t show her teeth. “Sure,” he says, and he misses the smile on account of how he’s got his face in a report.

It’s not ten minutes before Scully is back and Pearl hasn’t finished emptying the bins yet. She’s holding two paper bags in her hand and she has a bolder smile on her lips this time. In fact, if Pearl didn’t know any better, she’d say that girl was up to something. 

Pearl hangs back so she can see through the gap in the door and she gets the pay off straightaway because when Mulder opens his bag without quitting reading his report, he leaps back off his chair with a real girly scream when a bunch of bugs jump out of the bag.

Later, Pearl finds a cricket among the sunflower seed shells and starts laughing.

3

She notices the keychain on the desk and the gaudy wrapping paper. She’s vacuuming the carpet and didn’t hear him come back into the office. “Hey Pearl,” he says. “Mr Mulder,” she replies and switches off the vacuum. “I’ll come back.” “Don’t mind me,” he says and takes a roll of sticky tape from the drawer. He looks up at her. “It’s my partner’s birthday.” He sticks the key chain on the paper and covers it, folds the ends and sticks it all together with a strip of tape he chews off the roll. He looks up at Pearl again. “Is there something the matter?” Boy doesn’t have a clue. “Nothing,” she says and switches the vacuum cleaner on. He leaves. By the time he comes back, she’s almost done. He’s holding a bag and wearing a shit-eater. “This better?” he asks, pulling out a white gift box with a gold ribbon round it. She nods and he grins and he heads out of the office whistling Stevie Wonder’s Happy Birthday.

4

They don’t talk like they used to. It’s like after that time they got stuck in Antarctica (the watercooler gossip spreads like wildfire where these two are concerned) they just sort of disconnected. He broods a lot, staying late. She often leaves without saying goodbye. Tonight, though, he seems more upbeat. He’s humming. She sees a folded newspaper on his desk. Box scores for baseball. “Pearl,” he says, “what do you think about aliens?” “I think they’d be real stupid to land here.” “Why do you say that?” “Cos people are mean and they’re more than likely to just hurt those creatures from other planets than treat them with respect.” He nods, chews on the end of a pencil. “And what do you think about baseball?” “I don’t care for it that much. If I was gonna get the chance to sit still for as long as it takes to play a game, I’d sooner watch something beautiful.” The pencil clatters to the desk and he leans forward on his elbows. “What’s beautiful to you, Pearl?” Your Miss Scully, she thinks. And if you opened your eyes you’d see it too. Spending all your hours watching men thwack a ball with a stick instead watching that woman, well, there’s not much hope. “I like the night sky, Mr Mulder. The moon and the stars. And if there are alien ships up there, I like them too. There’s nothing more beautiful than the sky.” His sigh is loud but she thinks he’s made some kind of decision. Something important, by the way he snatches his phone and makes a call on his way out. “Scully, meet me at the baseball fields, 7 o’clock…”

5

She’s wearing the same sweater, Pearl thinks, as she pushes the cart past the basement office door. That soft green one. It suits her colouring. She’s also wearing a smile and blushed cheeks and he’s talking in such a soft tone, one she hasn’t heard him use before. They’re sitting opposite each other, a desk between them, but their fingers are touching. Pearl smiles as she unwraps the cord to the vacuum cleaner. “I should go,” Scully says. “I’ll walk with you.” His hand is on her lower back as they turn out of the door, steps perfectly synchronised. Standing at the lift, his hand slides lower and he rests his fingers over the swell of Scully’s backside. Thank the Lord for that, Pearl thinks. She nearly whoops out loud. Maybe she did, because Mulder looks over his shoulder and winks at her. They’re going to be okay, she thinks. Whatever happens, they’re going to be okay.

#txf fanfic #my fanfiction #five times m&s are cute #msr