#hello gay people 👀

[specificallybruins]

Going through old Warrior Hockey insta gave me so much fuel for thirst

Hello arms and hands and all that corded muscle 👀 Once again my gay little brain just activated when I saw him in just his gear + pads

And holy fuck thighssss....have I mentioned his thighs? Just...thighs🤤

At first I did not understand when people say guys in sweats are hot, and then I saw this

#i hope this finds you well #hope you like the thirst in this lmao #sir i am looking respectfully AND disrespectfully #oops its a thirst post #them workout photo sets just *chef's kiss* #brad marchand #boston bruins #marchy's thicc thighs #nhl bruins #bruins #send help he is so pretty #arm kink #hand kink #thigh kink

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hello, my dear friend! 😎

I hope you're having a wonderful day. I've come to fulfill my noble quest, as promised.

So, we've already had pregnant MC, which I adore and cherish, like all your works. What you do is amazing, and I hope you know that. You bring the kind of joy into our lives that I think does wonders for our weary souls. On top of that, you're one of the kindest souls I've ever met, and I'm lucky to have you in my life and be able to call you my friend. Seriously, you're a miracle and you make the world a better place.

But to my actual request. Could you please do headcanons about the M6 being pregnant? Seahorse dads are very much encouraged 👀 I often think about having children with Nadia, but I don't really like the idea of being pregnant myself (although our dear Countess does make me want to consider it every once in a while. The baby fever is very strong with her.) Plus, I'm certain there are other people like myself who prefer not to get pregnant or they simply can't for various reasons.

Thank you! Hugs to you and much love 🤗❤

Ps.: I'll kiss you if you do it (in a friendly but still very gay way)

The Arcana HCs: When M6 get pregnant

@theintrovertbean I'm here to collect my platonic but still very gay smooch, please :3 (In all seriousness though, I keep rereading your kind words and trying not to cry, that means so much to me. I'm so glad I get to call you my friend too!!)

-- CW for mpreg (obviously). for headcanon purposes, all members of the M6 want to have a child with MC and are happy with being the partner to be pregnant. whether this happens by natural means, depending on what reproductive system you headcanon them as having, or by *magic*, said baby is 50% your DNA and 50% theirs. --

Julian

Did the two of you take active steps to make it possible for him to carry your child? Yes. Did he think he would be fortunate enough for it work? No. Is he surprised now, even though it's planned? Yes

The most freaked out about what his body is in the process of doing. Again, this is something he agreed to and genuinely wants, but it's just so surreal to him that he keeps needing to rationalize it

His way of rationalizing things is to study them

This does not help his ever-present anxiety, especially when he has to limit his caffeine intake and his mood swings are even more intense than normal. He is going to bury himself in research

And then completely freak himself out with the assorted random weird facts, unhinged medical theories, and pregnancy horror stories that he encounters. Which isn't good for the baby

Speaking of, he keeps swinging wildly between being hyperaware of the tiny creature he's growing and completely forgetting about his state. Suddenly his self-care directly impacts someone else

Spending nine months with limited caffeine intake and 0 alcohol was actually very good for him. (even if it made him cranky at first)

The overall process was fairly smooth for him - he didn't have a lot of awful symptoms, and the only health scares were his own anxious "what if" spirals after reading horror stories before bed

Kept working the whole way through (though with considerably fewer hours so he could get more sleep), and generally did a great job whenever he wasn't thinking too hard about it all

Asra

They never actively envisioned this happening in their future, but when you brought up having kids in the first place they were already fairly open to the idea of being the one to carry the baby

There was definitely magic involved in the conception. He's too extra for there not to be (plus, a little boost never hurt anybody)

For such a normally chillaxed person, they did not take this decision lightly. Everything from planning, to conception, to preparing to raise a kid is full of intentionality

He wants to ensure that his kid gets a childhood that lasts as long as they need it to and a happy, safe environment to grow and explore. His baby fever wasn't intense but his nesting habits are

They get in several last crazy adventures before they start to feel the pregnancy and then spend the rest of it either sleeping, getting the baby's space ready, or eating the most unreal food combos

Seriously, you expected weird cravings, but considering how unusual his tastes already are you didn't think it could get much weirder. It can get so, so much weirder (he even managed to finally pry open that jar of kool-aid pickled garlic and put it in custard)

Between their parent's enthusiastic support and Nadia and Julian providing full medical backup, they are well looked after

Not to mention the pregnancy glow. He makes it look ethereal

They aren't fond of physical discomfort, though, and it makes them unusually broody and cuddly. Please give them snuggles

They spend weeks creating the most whimsical nursery

Nadia

She was actually the one to bring it up when she started talking about her expectations of marriage with you after proposing

For how strained her own relationship with her family is, she's more excited about starting one of her own with you than you expected. When you tell her that you want kids too, she's all for it

Sets a rule as soon as she tells her family that she won't be accepting more than two visitors at a time. Namar nearly revolts

Her pregnancy was not easy, at all. It was months before she could keep a full meal down, she was in near constant pain, and the fatigue was unrelenting. And she never let on in public, at all

Seriously, the only people who knew how hard it was were her close friends, trusted Palace people, and doctor. From the outside it was as if she couldn't feel it at all and life carried on as usual

The biggest noticeable difference (aside from her growing bump, which she somehow managed to make her draping clothes look even more regal with) was having Portia deliver speeches for her

Towards the final few months, it caught up to her enough that she couldn't be nearly as active as she used to. She turned one of her side chambers into her office and took all her meetings there

It also became evident how much the Palace staff loves their countess - the cooks worked tirelessly to find easy meals for her (and satiate every craving beyond the laws of culinary art)

Not to mention that the garden was immaculately kept

The amount of gifts for the baby took up several small closets

Muriel

He didn't bring it up. No, you brought it up, because of how out of hand his baby fever was getting. He'd gone from begrudgingly letting kids climb on him to actively offering to help watch them

Which turned into a lifestyle - he started spending all his free time carving toys so he could carry them in his pocket in case some shy toddler looked like they wanted one. You're running out of firewood

He offered to be the one to carry the baby, if you didn't want to

The psychological aspect of it is much harder for him than the physical. He knows his own body, he knows his strength and capacity for survival, and he's comfortable with what he's doing

But that is a whole other person-to-be he's growing, they deserve the best they can get, and he's not convinced he's the best

Is this ... selfish of him? Is this greedy? He knows he'll put everything he is into being a good parent, but what if someone else's best is better than his? MC, what are we doing??

These anxiety spirals happen frequently, either when he's gone too long sitting by himself or when the pregnancy insomnia makes it impossible for him to sleep the amount he normally likes to

On the plus side, the mood swings actually make it easier for him to express what he's feeling (and for you to know what's going on with him) so that you two can navigate it together

Asra is so excited to have a nibling that they stop by almost every day with baby gifts (and supplies from Nadia, once she knows)

He full body freezes every. single. time the baby moves

Portia

Oh, she's wanted to have a house full of kids since she was a kid in a house full of kids. She brought this up with you as soon as she started talking about a future together and she is so pumped

Literally nothing about the concept of it fazes her. She's helped with plenty of pregnancies and births, she's seen the good, the bad, and the ugly, and she is fully confident with you by her side

In her mind, this is the first of many (assuming all goes well, which she fully believes it will) so this is her chance to take things as they come and note them down for future reference

Keeps a daily journal with all her pregnancy observations, plus doctor's notes from weekly check-ups and plans for the baby

You didn't know pregnancy could make somebody more powerful but somehow she's done it. You expect it to catch up to her at some point and for her to take time off to rest, but she doesn't

The pregnancy glow is real and it is named Portia Devorak. You've never seen her hair so bouncy and full (shedding increases x10)

The biggest downside is that she can't stand the smell of cooking or baking anymore, which has long been one of her comfort activities. You'll have to manage meal prep (or partner with a chef)

Speaking of, half the Palace is asking for updates on a daily basis (which she happily provides). Nadia's showering her with more supplies and maternity leave than Portia wants to accept

Julian panicked about being the doctor until Mazelinka shoved him aside and took over as midwife. Portia's in skilled hands

Lucio

This was not planned. This was a happy accident. (Though Bob Ross never painted such a surprised, panicked, violent tree)

Whether because protection didn't work, or because Lucio saw a glowing orb in a weird dream and decided to mess with it while he was sleeping next to you, neither of you were remotely prepared

It doesn't really compute for him at first. The growing thing in his stomach is about as real as the tooth fairy - it's a concept that people tell him about before he goes back to daily life

It's a concept he's fiercely protective of and wants the best for

On a practical planning level, you two take advantage of his relatively easy first few months to take on a bunch of high paying jobs and revisit villages that seemed like a good spot to stay in

He's almost symptom-free until the bump really starts growing and his body starts adjusting for the extra weight. Thankfully by then you've found a place to settle down and reliable income

Lucio, understandably, becomes a complete diva once you do

He's pretty darn proud of what his body is doing, and he's relieved beyond words that he's having an easier time than what his mother described, but he does not like the way he looks

Or the aches and pains, or the breathlessness, or the way his whole body feels swollen and sore. (at least his hair looks nice)

You've never had such a hard time keeping him to his intended budget. He sees one (1) baby item and his wallet flies open

His sweet tooth gets 1000 times bigger than it already is

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[queenimmadolla]

hello!

can we please do black!reader feeling insecure and robin by fingering her in front of a mirror👀

thank you🤍

*aggrivating middle school teacher who everyone hates voice* i dunno, CAN we???

YES. YES, WE CAN.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

(Robin Buckley x Black!Reader)

warnings: insecurity, fluff, smut (fingering) and lesbian stuff. very gay.

a/n: this reader is black as stated above, while there aren't a ton of descriptors (read it over and was surprised at that considering i was imagining me while writing it lol) but the implications are very much so there and i just have to make it known. this was very therapeutic for me, Robin deserves a canon black gf ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tagging also as robin x reader for my black babes who don't bother even using the black!reader tag since there aint much out there for us ♡

It had been a very trying season for you.VERY. 

Band season, anyways.

See, nothing sucked more than seeing your girlfriend with her ex-fling and unfortunately, you had to deal with it a lot, making sure to always show up to Robin’s competitions and events (though those were kind of mandatory since you were also a high school student). And because life hates you, Robin was always placed like right fucking next to Vickie.

You knew about their past, had been forced to witness their—albeit brief—relationship until they both got tired of dating their personality clone and determined they’d be better off as friends. A couple weeks later, a lonely Robin finally opened her eyes and realized you were right there the whole time and it didn’t take long until you began seeing each other.

That short period of time was kind of the problem. Halfway through your friendship with Robin, you’d realized you were in love with her. You hadn’t known how to feel since you were coming to the realization you were gay, then she came out to you and you suddenly felt ecstatic about your secret. Mostly. 

It was annoying when she began to pay attention to Tammy Thompson but you didn’t get a vibe from her so it didn’t kill you. 

When Steve Harrington started sniffing around her, you weren’t all that bothered, knowing she’d never return his feelings. Then you came out to her. 

You were kind of hoping you’d go right to the confessions of love, kisses and happily ever after but that hadn’t happened. It had been disappointingly realistic; she’d told you she was glad you trusted her and that was that.

Then V ickie was suddenly in Robin’s gravitational pull. She had a boyfriend her entire high school career then of course the moment Robin started liking her, suddenly he wasn’t in the picture anymore. It hurt to see her slowly take your spot in her life. Suddenly, sleepovers with Robin weren’t as frequent and then stopped altogether as she did them with Vickie instead—and it killed you to imagine what they were doing at those sleepovers. She stopped spending time with you, too. It was so noticeable, people would stop and ask you about why you weren’t with her or why she wasn’t around and you just had to awkwardly shrug it off.

When they broke up, she of course came back to you and like some stupid pathetic teenager, you acted like you had no dignity and welcomed her back with open arms, as if she hadn’t abandoned you for some pretty Molly Ringwald lookalike. Two weeks later, she invited you to the fair and kissed you at the top of the Ferris  Wheel. And despite feeling very much so like the second choice, you had kissed her back.

Flash forward to the school pep rally and you were constantly looking over your shoulder, at the area of the stands the band was occupying, where your girlfriend was being chatted up by the pretty redhead. You knew they were still on friendly terms and you wouldn’t tell Robin but it bothered you.

It bothered you so bad, your eyes would always get a little shiny due to how stupidly butt hurt seeing them together made you, all because they looked good.

They looked like they went with each other. Sure, people wouldn’t look at the two girls and think they were a couple since that would go against, like, the homo sapiens agenda or something, but to those who were like you, it would be immediately apparent they made a pretty couple. 

No one would think that about the two of you. Because you didn’t look like Vickie. Or like Robin.

You got so in your head about it, you started to feel sick. You’d informed the teacher whose class you’d come to the pep rally with you weren’t feeling well and quickly slipped off to the nurse’s office.

 You hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Since she was just a high school nurse, she’d told you to lay down on one of the uncomfortable gurney-thingies until you felt better. You’d closed the curtain to your area and cried there for a good hour before she eventually called your parents to pick you up, only disturbing you to gently inform you on when they had arrived and were waiting for you at the front office. You huffed out a sigh and got up, grabbing your backpack, you yanked the curtain open.

You inhaled sharply when you immediately locked eyes with your girlfriend sitting on one of the chairs lining the wall. Suddenly, you were very conscious of the black mascara trails under your eyes and cheeks.

You made sure the nurse was in her personal office and out of hearing range before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sick,” she grinned sheepishly, obviously not sick as she waved a note she’d received from her teacher. “I saw you leave the gym earlier and I got worried. As soon as we got back to class and I got out of that stank band uniform, I decided I was sick, which I mean isn’t totally untrue since I’m worried sick about you and I needed to make sure you were okay.” 

You felt your face get hot, “Well, I’m okay.” Liar.

Robin pursed her lips, not believing you for one second. 

“Are you sure?” Because it didn’t look like it, it was obvious to her you’d been crying and the fact you were attempting to play it off made her more concerned. You always told her when there was something wrong, always talked to her. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Was just . . . It’s nothing.” You didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. You’d done this to yourself, anyways.

She glanced around to make sure you two were still alone before she got up from the chair, leaning in to whisper, “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

Robin even had the metaphorical balls to reach out and cup your cheek, thumb swiping along your cheek and smearing the mascara trail. Daring, considering neither of you were publicly out since the Midwest wasn’t so kind about it. Showing affection in public places was a dangerous move but Robin needed to touch you, comfort you.

You sniffled and caved, “I just—I saw you and Vickie together and you just looked. . .” 

You trailed off as the stupid tears began to form on your waterline again, “You looked like you go together, like you belong together.”

Robin frowned, displeased with what you were subjecting yourself to. She had no more romantic interest in Vickie, it was purely platonic. Truth be told, she didn’t really like interacting with her all that much, it was kind of awkward since Vickie would just start word-vomiting. Before, it was endearing to her but after their relationship had ended, the word-vomiting wasn’t out of nerves, it was due to awkwardness. Neither one of them was sure how to continue on being friends since they hadn’t been friends in the first place so it was just terribly awkward and usually one-sided conversation.

“Well we don’t. I belong with you.” It was surprisingly firm, something you were unused to hearing come from Robin unless she was annoyed.

It looked like she was going to say more but the nurse popped her head out of her office and you both sprang apart.

“Dear, you’re still here? I thought you’d left to go home already.”

“I’m on my way out,” You promised, heart beating wildly at having almost been caught. It seemed to satisfy her, she disappeared again, leaving you and Robin to trade that was close looks.

“Can I come over tonight?” Robin blurted out, hands twitching at her side, wanting nothing more than to hold your face again.

You nodded, pulling the straps of your backpack on.

She looked relieved and almost leaned in, no doubt to give you a kiss, before she caught herself. “Okay, I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” you whispered out before scurrying out of the room.

You’d told your parents your illness was just some bad cramps, so they had no problem letting Robin come over. It meant they didn’t have to deal with your mood swings since you weren’t notoriously friendly during that time of the month.

Later that night, when Robin walked into your room, the first thing she did was lock your bedroom door.

“Alright, you beautiful human being.” She awkwardly tried kicking her converse off and cursed under her breath when she couldn’t because of how tightly they were laced. After she aggressively pulled at the laces, she yanked them off her feet and fell back on your bed, leaning back on her arm. She parted her legs and tapped the space on your blankets between them. “C’mere.”

You immediately crawled over, ready to straddle her but she tutted, manhandling you until your back was to her chest and you were staring at your reflections in the mirror attached to your dresser. 

“There we go,” She chirped, arms wrapping under your bust as her chin settled over your shoulder. “See, I don’t ever want to invalidate your feelings because I love you, but it’s mind boggling to me that you would think Vickie and I look good together when we so obviously look like soulmates.”

You frowned at her reflection, “We do?”

“Oh, we do. You and I look so good together. Of course, mostly because you’re so freaking pretty,” She didn’t break eye contact as she pressed a kiss to your neck. Her lips didn’t leave the area, “And it kills me that you can’t seem to see that.”

That does it.

You burst out laughing, nose scrunching and body shaking as you let your weight collapse back into her. Robin rolled her eyes, unwinding her arms from around you so she could lean back on her hands to wait for you to calm down.

“I’m sorry!” You croaked out, still laughing like a hyena. In your fit, you ended up falling of the bed, back to your carpet as joy filled every cavern of your chest. 

Her lips pursed comically, obviously trying to hold back her own smile. She knew what had been the cause of your case of the cackles, Robin could be bossy and she was hot, you thought she was so hot, but.

But. But. But.

She could not be intentionally sexy. On accident? Sure. On purpose??? Not so much. And you didn’t mean the way she dressed, which was hot too. She just couldn’t be very dominating. It was cute when she tried, because you knew she was trying so very hard to not be awkward. 

“I’ll wait,” The way she said it, like a substitute teacher who couldn’t wrangle their class was intentional, she even sat up and clasped her hands in her lap.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized once more, sitting up as your laughter turned to giggles. Once those were under control and you were smiling like an idiot, you knee-waddled back over to her. Robin made sure to keep you at bay with her hands outstretched to block access to her lap. “C’mon, tell me all about it!” 

“No, you lost that privilege.” There was no sincerity to it, her pretty mauve lips were curled into a teasing smile. “Go laugh some more.”

“Please?” You asked, eyelashes batting up at her. She was a sucker for your eyes—and really looking forward to sex—so she caved immediately, though you didn’t climb back onto your spot, choosing to tackle her to the bed and pin her hands to the bed instead as the both of you laughed.

You were about to trail your hands lower, towards her armpits where you knew she was the most ticklish when your brain registered she wasn’t not laughing anymore. You blinked down at her, taking in the shift of the atmosphere.

Robin was staring up at you, blue eyes full of adoration, reverence, her lips parted a little almost like they were frozen around a soft gasp. She was looking at you like she couldn’t believe you existed, let alone existed as her girlfriend. 

She’d had her fair share of crushes, dream girls, likes-at-first-sights. Had one prior relationship, one that made her long for the formers just because of how much work she hadn’t known went into relationships. 

Vickie was nice, sweet and a little too much like her. It was annoying, she’d begun to think Vickie was annoying and that was when she realized how unfair she was being. Ever see those tv shows where the best friends are so in sync, they’re talking in unison? Constantly saying the same thing at the same time? Yeah, there was a reason why they were just friends. It’s cute the first couple of times, creepy and agitating the rest.

She’d felt like such a failure when they called it quits, though. Robin finally had one of the dream girls interested and it didn’t work out. It felt real shitty. She vowed to go easier on Steve, if he felt like that all the time, he deserved a break from her antagonizing.

Then you happened. Well, you were always there, swooping in when Barb had abandoned her in favor of being friends with Nancy—okay, that was a little mean, Robin could have easily interacted with both, she was just in her ‘I’m not like those girls’ phase, which you put up with—didn’t even seem to mind when she started hanging out a little more with Steve than she did with you (you did, just hurt in silence), always answered your phone when she needed you, like you had some sort of Robin Senses. 

Yeah, you were always there. Hadn’t even been doing anything when she came to the realization. You’d been laughing at some memory Jonathan and Will had been telling, your hyena cackle echoing in Nancy’s basement and Robin had the most tit-clutching thought about how much she loved your laugh, how much she loved you.

And she knew she had a chance with you—or at least fit the demographic you wanted to appeal to—so she hadn’t hesitated, not willing to waste a single second. She’d been stupid in love and somehow gayer ever since.

“I do, though.” She rasped out into the tension filled air between the two of you.

“Huh?” Came your very in-sexy reply.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” your hold on her loosened as she rose from the bed and you found yourself once more perched in her lap as she whispered your name, “You’re . . . Everything.”

The emotion she conveyed behind it had slick pooling in the heat between your thighs.

You didn’t protest when she maneuvered you back into position, staring at her reflection in the mirror. 

“Eyes on you,” She commanded and your gaze darted to the side, to stare into your own eyes. Your breath hitched as she undid the buckles to your overalls and you lifted your hips to help her push them down your thighs, body temperature rising the moment they hit the floor. 

“Pretty,” She commented as she hooked a finger into the side of your yellow panties and you winced, wishing you’d gone with one of the few sexy pairs you had instead of just a cotton pair. They weren’t as easy to get off, you’d thoroughly soaked the center so they stuck to your labia. When she’d managed to pull them away, down the meat of your thighs, a thick, clear string of your slick refused to part with them, Robin had to run her fingers through it to sever the connection and her whimper did nothing to help with your waterpark down there.

“Okay—Jesus—I know I’m not really great at sounding super sexy with my words, but babe, thatwassofuckinghotohmygod.” She hadn’t even pulled your panties completely off yet, they remained just above your knees since she couldn’t be bothered to do anything but rub your excitement between her fingers. 

Oh. Your mouth dropped open, as you watched her suck her digits into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed as she hummed around them before pulling them back out, tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth to savor the taste of you.

“And you taste so fucking good, too. It’s not fair.” She whined before she went straight to business, ring and middle finger reaching down to nudge at your clit and when you inhaled sharply, she began teasing it, rubbing little circles into the sensitive patch of nerves.

Your head dropped back onto her shoulder as you whimpered.

“Uh-uh, eyes on the mirror, babe.” Her ministrations slowed, forcing you to raise your head and stare at your disheveled reflection. Your forehead was beginning to shine, sweat already beginning to break through your skin. 

The moan that came out of you when her fingers dipped low, past your clit to rub at your hole was near pornographic and Robin had to quickly slap her free hand over your mouth, refusing to stop the descent of her fingers but unwilling to have your parents ruin it.

“Shh, baby, you have to be quiet,” She whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss to the skin behind it.

“I can’t,” you whined against her palm, smothering another one of those moans against her palm when her middle finger slipped easily inside of you followed shortly by her ring finger. She was ruthless, plunging, curling and dragging them against your walls, “‘s so good!”

It wasn’t long before the sound was apparent, a delicious squelch every time her nimble fingers plunged in and out, never fully leaving the warmth of your cunt. 

“Almost there,” she sighed out, breath hot against your neck. Robin licked her lips, brows furrowed as she reached a little deeper, fighting off a proud smirk when she heard you keen, chest heaving—and yeah, she kind of regretted not taking your shirt off so she could stare at your tits but another time—as she finally found that spongy spot inside of you, finger pads pressing insistently at it.

Just like magic, you melted; body going lax as you relaxed completely into her embrace. Robin loved to get you like this, you always became so pliant when she found your g-spot, like a ragdoll Robin could have her way with. It also meant she was finger fucking you so good you legitimately couldn’t form words, could barely make a sound, forced to pant out huh-huh-huhs as she bullied your pussy, thumb coming in to the mix to play with your clit and resume those tight circles from earlier.

“There we go,” she let out a breathless laugh and your head lulled to the side, body puddy in her hands and thighs quaking over hers. “You gonna come for me? Squeezing my fingers awful tight.”

You were about to try to tell her to shut up, or maybe beg for her not to stop when your eyes locked on the mirror again, gaze taking in your sweaty face once more before glancing at Robin’s reflection. She wasn’t staring back at you, no, her gaze was locked on the reflection of what her hands were doing between your thighs. That area of the mirror ended up attracting your attention, too.

It was completely obscene, you could see your slick coating your inner thighs, your mound and her fingers every time she pulled them out, pale skin and pink knuckles glittering with your wetness, a contrast to the dark shade of your legs surrounding them. Even her thumb was coated, pressing it into your clit as she massaged it. A beautiful mess, while it was clearly your body and you could simply look down to see her taking you so thoroughly apart, it was somehow more vulnerable to see it happening to your reflection, to the pretty, sweaty girl sat on your girlfriend’s lap.

You really were beautiful. 

You choked on a moan, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm hit you hard and Robin cursed under her breath as you pulsed around her fingers, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.

She didn’t relent even as she felt you get wetter, rubbing furiously at your clit to prolong it for you, didn’t stop until you whined and reached a hand down to yank hers out of you when it became too much. 

Robin pressed a smattering of kisses to your hairline as you heaved, then turned her head to the side as she sucked your spend off your fingers like honey, making sure they were coated in her spit and she hadn’t let any of it go to waste. 

You watched her reflection, took in how pleased she looked with herself before those pretty blue eyes were on you again, winking at you through the mirror.

“Told you we look good together.”

#robin buckley x black!reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fic #rocin buckley blurb #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction #girlfriend!robin buckley #robin buckley drabble #stranger things #stranger things fic #queenimmadolla

[goldenpinof]

What do you think is happening with the wad recording? What I mean is, obviously Dan’s still working on it and I trust he's doing everything he can, but do you think it will have the same vibe as when it was performed during the tour? Since it's been so long. And do you think, if he doesn't for some reason manage to record it, does he have some kind of backup recording from the tour, be it from one camera, but at least with a passable audio? You know way more about this than I do, sorry if this is not how these things work actually 👀

oi, i don't know anything but i have theories. my roman empire.

i don't think it's gonna be released as wad dvd (not anymore, lol). i still call it dvd because it's easier. it can be put on a streaming platform. he didn't record the whole show during his tour but he has recordings of some shows (segments of some shows) that were used for promo. and i'm sure there is more footage than we have already seen. i think it's a good backup that could be used if other plans went to shit. did they go to shit though?

at the end of October i was told that Inter Talent was reaching out to companies trying to sell wad movie rights, basically (hello, op if you're still here). and then in November Dan told us that, "the oven has almost reached temperature" and i would assume they finally sold the rights. to what exactly? i have no idea. a one-man show? has something to do with the place and the festival we shouldn't name? BBC is involved again? if he actually performed wad show in front of some audience we would have known, i assume. so it leaves me with a theory about the "gay and not proud" format that was surely adapted to wad as much as possible. Bo Burnham: Inside (Daniel Howell edition), idk. or another theory - a mix of the footage they have (the promo one) and Dan "performing" on stage alone. no idea how they would make it look natural but they could try.

in both October and November people called the product a movie and a film. it also makes me think that there's gonna be either bts or actual acting in the final product, instead of just what we saw live. so, not the same vibe for sure.

also, since there were adjustments to the script for almost every live show he probably had to make changes for dvd as well. and also he had enough feedback to modify some jokes. this whole delay of wad dvd is a blessing and curse, honestly. he had a chance to perfect it, and i hope he did.

p.s. if he is only about to perform it in front of an audience for filming purposes, and he was selling only the movie idea to get funds, i'm gonna cry. but it would be funny.

#companies guess: channel 4. bbc. netflix is very unlikely so as youtube. i hope it's not amazon would be ironic. #nebula as people suggested. but he will have to do something for them soon if that's the case #he already did something for channel 4 and bbc #answered #wad dvd #stepja

[darlingofdots]

HI HELLO I saw your tag on the femslash rarepairs post. Have I found another person on Jod's green earth who has read Crimson Empire??? I have been yelling at the tlt fandom that they would love that shit and no-one listens to me!!

YES YOU HAVE HELLO YOU ARE SO CORRECT I think I remember getting a notification from you and going 👀 over your URL!! I listened to the whole trilogy on the edge of my seat because I wanted to wait for the end before I went to find some fic and then? it turns out? there isn't any?? excuse me? there's so much potential there. old people! gay people! old gay people! swords and hammers and demons! religious trauma! what's not to love!

If you have not read The Crimson Empire, dear reader, here is a pitch:

You are fifty-odd years old. You live a peaceful cottagecore life in the mountains with your husband whomst you adore and your """dog""". You are happy. except in your younger years you led a people's war against the empire, murdered the old king, took his throne, and then you faked your death to run away with the love of your life and now some fucker has showed up to murder him and your entire village, so obviously you have to kill him and everyone who was involved in this, except? there's some teenager out there pretending to be you? and she has an army on the march? and your old friends are scheming and there's something weird as fuck happening with magic and you are way too old for this and you are pissed as hell

#the crimson empire #a crown for cold silver #zosia is an incredible protagonist #dottie replies #dottie rambles #i fully started writing zosia/indsorith fic but i got too busy #let them fuck!

[possibilistfanfiction]

wherever you want to go with this but i trust you -- prompt: blood

[uh @unicyclehippo & i are writing joan of arc themed lil fics bc … hello ava 👀 & mine is undoubtedly the more deranged of the two but ... here u go lol]

//

ava comes back gentle; ava comes back covered in blood. 

‘i came back,’ she says, in the middle of the night when neither of you can sleep, after she’d stood in the shower until the water ran cold, scrubbing red from her skin, in the middle of a beautiful valley in france that has crumbling wine caves and a slow river, covered in reeds, currents that remember its history, the rot and death and face-down bodies. 

‘i came back,’ she prays into your skin, her fingers tracing the curve of your ribcage like she’s remembering a church she worshipped at centuries ago, an organ and its pipes; your heart and ventricles and your own blood, faithful. ava touches you like she’s lived a thousand years; maybe she has. her eyes are the same brown as they were when you met, when she’d only been resurrected once, when she had cried at the marvel of the ocean and her own hands, and sometimes you wonder if you’re worthy of a strength like this — worthy of sacredness and consecration and your mother’s voice — i’d rather you take your own life than be gay — and maybe for so long you had taken your own life and shoved it down into the hollow of your throat, into the spaces between the bones of your wrists; you had discarded your want and offered up your slow-beating heart in its place.

ava kneels before you and scrapes her teeth along the inside of your thigh, the skin there pale and soft. it’s dark until she brings her mouth to your center and moans, and then the room glows: gold and blue — ava, ava, ava: life; some kind of god, some kind of — i am begging you to touch me; oh, i’m on fire, oh, i’m on fire; history and elegy are akin; you are my sweetest downfall, i loved you first. the holiness in ava is not of this earth — the metal, the burn — but she is, dirt under her fingernails when she came through the portal, blood coming out of her ears, covering her face. ava’s tongue is soft and she holds your body in the palms of her hands and the room is blue and gold, a room where you get what you want: crosses held before you while you die and eternal salvation and her name like a goddamn hymn and fuck, fuck, baby and your hips grinding down on her mouth and your hands tangled in her hair — hair that you had cut when you had wished for a home amidst the mountains and the tender press of her spine in the morning blue and hair that you had cut again a few days ago, trembling hands both times because she was beautiful, a blade at her neck and curls floating to the floor. she had asked you to, and now she asks you to do something for her again — to come, to come, to come. you hold your breath when you do, consecration.

the holy and the horror — the light comes in the name of the voice — and ava comes back ready to dance with you and laugh and ava comes back with enough power to detonate bombs with her hands. you kiss her and she tucks a flower behind your ear, waiting for your next battle at a convent in the countryside. ava eats without apology, whatever she wants, and drinks wine that stains her lips red, and kisses you in front of everyone; she is hot when you touch her, when her walls flutter and curl around your fingers and you touch her. sometimes you don’t know what to say so you just tell her what you know: primeval forests are so remote that humans don’t belong there, that people die when they go there, that there are wolves and moss and weather so cold humans can’t feel their hands. ‘what do you think our past lives were like?’ she asks, one day as you spar, divine powers aside, and you wonder: were you always her protector? have you always been by her side? have you watched her die, every time? ‘one,’ you say, like you remember it in your hands, ‘we were happy; we lived on a farm and we were poor, but we had milk and eggs and bread you knew how to make. i’d go out in the morning with the dog and you spun wool and it was quiet, and green.’ she sits against you, the halo and the divinium in her back against your front, enough to kill you, and her, many times over. ‘verde, que te quiero verde,’ she says, ‘we grew old. who died first?’

‘does it matter?’

‘no.’ she’s quiet; a ship slowly goes by. ‘we’d wake early, for breakfast and you rested your head in my lap when you were tired.’ 

‘i have loved you a long time.’

she traces a pattern along the lines of your hand, a scar straight across the passes right through them. 

the days move on and ava heals and ava bandages your cuts and bruises and a broken wrist when you don’t, when you are human and frail and strong; ava falls asleep, too wild and small and lonely and beautiful, her spine curled against your chest. she wakes you with coffee and once, after a particularly bad battle, where you can’t move the next morning, a blow to your head too hard, she stays with you all day in bed, reading and running her fingers through your hair. she wears a soft sweater and socks with little dogs on them and says you’re a miracle, you’re such a miracle, i would destroy the world before i lose you and it’s true; it’s scripture it’s sacred it’s heresy it’s a blessing. a promise from a god, while you feel woozy and nauseous and your neck aches — a promise from a god, weighty and beautiful and sighed into your skin in the afternoon rain.

ava comes back in love with you; ava comes back —

there’s an explosion inside the sepulchre and everything is on fire; you have not been scared for so long — forgive us, we lived happily during the war; but on the wild nights who can you call home? only the one who knows your name — and you wonder if ava died staring at a cross; you wonder if you will grieve in this life, as you had before. you wonder if ava knew, if ava has always known, if ava was tired. 

but then ava comes back — again, again — sooty and with torn armor and a gash across her face that hasn’t healed, blood streaming down. she walks through fire, unburnt, a smirk, even, on her face. ava comes back and kisses you and you taste blood and ash and dust to dust and the strawberry chapstick she had put on in the van before the battle, tucked in into her pocket with a wink. you have seen many miracles but this is one of an order you will never understand, one that will stop people from killing each other, one that is catastrophe and heaven.

‘let’s go home, bea,’ ava says, and you search her mouth for a sacrament and find it in the press of her tongue on the backs of your teeth. ‘let’s go home.’

and you do — the ocean, and in bed weeks later, the cut across her face red and shiny and healed, the edges pulled together taught, the burn on the palm of your hand a webbed scar right in the middle —

‘did you know,’ she says, in the moon and the quiet, ‘that joan of arc was put to death for wearing men’s clothing? she was so theologically clever that they could only order an execution if she relapsed into heresy; the guards at the prison she was at only gave her men’s clothes, which they eventually used to convict her.’

you kiss ava’s temple; her skin smells like lavender. she presses her lips to your pulse point. 

‘being a girl,’ she says, her brow furrowed, your bodies stretched and tangled under the sheets. ‘she burned at the stake for being a girl.’

‘do you — do you remember?’

she turns toward you, different than you remember but still the same, still exuberant about the sea and ice cream and books she loves, texting and movie theaters and petting every dog you pass on the street; ‘sometimes.’

‘okay.’

’there are days —‘ she laces your fingers together — ‘that i feel a call backward, in my palms, in my knees, in the back of my skull. to understand, to see. there are days when all i know of this life is to love you.’ she presses a kiss to the divinium tattoo on your forearm that glows blue in the dark when she’s near. ‘this is how i know you. you are what i know.’

‘i will never watch you die again.’

‘i’m not sure i can.’

‘well then i’ll join you, wherever we go next.’

‘yeah,’ she says, so sure, prophetic, ‘you will.’

ava comes back for you —

what did the voice tell you when you returned to your room? it told me that i should answer you bravely.

#ollie i literally do not know i need to go drink a beer or something #this happened bc i spent like 2 hours reading through joan of arc archives but it's not even my fault #listen i know it's insane but it's like an atmospheric river in southern california we are all a little squirrely rn here lol #wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #ANYWAY they are happy by the beach forever lol #also there’s so many references in here & it’s just a prompt so lol if u want to know any of them & can’t find them on google FIRST #hmu lol

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, dears! This fic was written for my dear friend @loveinthekeyofx! Alcina with a curvy stable worker 👀 There lots of gay panic, thigh riding and mold horses! It's fairly long so most will go under a cut, but I do hope some of you will enjoy it! ❤️

TW: Body issues, references to bullying.

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You wiped the sweat from your brow, the last barrel of hay finally loaded into it's trough after a long day of work. You looked up to find dark eyes staring out at you from the back of the stable. 

"Come on, Spider. You gotta eat." 

You always found it rather endearing that the youngest of the Lady's daughters had insisted on naming each of the horses based on their personalities. Spider, for instance, was black, had spindly legs and preferred her days spent in solitude. Though, on occasion, she would allow Daniela, and only Daniela, to ride her. 

The moody creature huffed in your direction before walking over to her trough and reluctantly began to eat. 

"That's my good girl." You replied with a smile, pulling out a few sugar cubes from the pocket of your uniform. 

"You certainly have a way with them, Frances." 

The Lady's voice caught you off guard, causing you to squeak loudly and nearly drop the sugar cubes from your hand. 

"Shit! Ah- .. sorry, my lady. And th-thank you?" 

Your voice raised in a way that made your reply sound more like a question rather than a response. Alcina chuckled, her profound frame moving slowly through the large doors of the barn - one of the few entryways on the castle grounds she could enter through without ducking. 

“Due praise, dear. I’ve been watching you for quite awhile.” 

The look of surprise upon your face brought a prompt and melodic laugh to the Lady’s lips - a sound you could nearly get enough of. 

“I- .. You have??” 

“Mh.. you are rather hard to miss.” 

“Oh.” Your face reddened. Your reply was soft, eyes to the side. Hands tugging at your uniform before your arms quickly came over your chest as if to shield you. It was instinctual in nature. One taught and bred into you since you were a young child. And though you did your best not to give completely into the urge to cover your body, the Lady noticed. Immediately realizing her folly she shook her head.

“Not like that, little one.” Alcina paused before chuckling. “As if I out of all people would ever deem to comment on the size of another person.” 

You chuckled in turn, smiling a little sheepishly.  

“As it was…” She continued, “I find most  humans to be.. rather petite.” 

At this your face grew even hotter. Petite was not a word anyone had ever used to describe you. Voluptuous.. curvy.. thick - sure. Fat by your childhood bullies, and once by a friend.. but never.. petite. 

In fact, the thought alone that someone could view you as such made your mouth go a little dry. 

You swallowed hard, chuckling nervously. “You are too kind, my lady.” 

The Countess’ eyes flared as they locked onto yours - liquid embers boring into you. 

“I am nothing but honest, Frances. Why.. I could easily carry you and one of your stable mates around this entire castle several times before tiring of it.” 

You stood there for a moment - mouth agape and face on fire. The image of her carrying you around anywhere was… well.. 

<i> error 404, Frances not working</i>

“I.. that..” You paused, clearing your throat. “I have absolutely no doubts about that.” 

The Lady smirked, leaning down ever so slightly in your direction. 

“Yes, I’m sure you don’t.” 

At this you only squeaked, pulling another laugh from the large woman. 

“Adorable.” 

Every cell in your body was on the verge of a thermal meltdown, but you did your best to breathe. 

“Ahem.. ah.. may I ask you something, my lady?”

“By all means.” 

“Well.. you said you’ve been watching me?” 

“Mh.”

“I.. I mean, why?” 

The regal Countess before you stared silently for a moment before rising to her full height. 

“My dear… you wouldn’t ask someone in a museum why they're staring at a piece of art.” She paused, her finger coming to your chin. “They’re looking for one reason and one reason alone - to admire.” 

“O-oh.” You swallowed. 

Alcina chuckled. “Mh.. well, as much as I’m enjoying seeing how red I can get you.. I <i>am</i> actually here for a reason.” 

You were honestly thankful for having a moment to regain your composure, the Lady’s affect on you all too prevalent. 

“O-of course, my lady.” 

“As I said, I’ve been watching you… and  your connection to the animals on the grounds is something that was immediately apparent to me. Especially your connection with Al.”

Your eyes instantly wandered towards the stable at the far end of the barn. There was no doubt about it.. Al, or ‘Big Al’ as Dani liked to call her,.. was by far your favorite. For a couple reasons: 

1. She had to be the most beautiful Fresian you had ever laid eyes on. Hair as dark as night and eyes that glistened with intelligence. She was a truly captivating creature, and she knew it 2. Due to your larger stature - She was the only horse in the barn that you felt completely comfortable riding. You could ride her with no restraints, with absolute freedom. And some days, it honestly felt like flying. 3. She was affectionately, and much to the Countess’ dismay, named after Alcina (both for her immense size and her regal stature) and you couldn’t help but think of the Lady just a little bit whenever you looked at her. 

“I mean, Big Al is a rare case, my lady." You answered.  "She is a rather beautiful horse.” 

“Mh.. that, she is.” The Countess replied, giving you a knowing look. "But the connection is still very much there with every animal I’ve seen you interact with thus far, Frances. Which is what brings me to my proposition.” 

“Ah.. propo.. sition? My lady?”

She gave you a little smirk and clasped her hands before continuing. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about other animals being on the grounds, kept away and secret.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the playful glint in her eyes but you nodded. That was one of the first stories most people heard when they arrived at the castle. It’s one of the reasons the staff is told to stay away from the forests that border the massive manor at night.

Or so people say, anyways…

“Well, then I’m sure you’ve also heard the rumors that those animals are dangerous - mutated. Kept as a secret weapon against the hunters or any other man-thing that may deem us harm. As a second defense, of course.” 

“I-I have.”

“Mh.. I’ll be honest with you, dear. Some of the animals we keep here, even Cassandra, wouldn't cross at night.” She paused, staring out at the tree line for a moment. “With that being said, we also house a rather extraordinary rare breed of horse here. One enhanced by the cadou. And that, my dear Frances, is where you come in." 

You looked at her awestruck for a minute, voice trembling slightly when you finally spoke.

"M-my lady? I.. I'm not quite sure I understand." 

The Lady sighed heavily, the years growing more and more visible within the deep lines of her face. 

"Some rather unfortunate circumstances have recently come up. Very suddenly leaving me without the servant who's been regularly tending to them." 

You swallowed hard, not entirely sure if you even wanted to know the answer. "Ah, may I ask what kind of circumstances?" 

The Countess stood silent for a moment, thinking. Her brow furrowed in the cutest of ways. 

"Mh.. I'd rather not get into specifics, little one, but let's just say the woman made the mistake of putting her hands on one of my daughters.. without their consent." 

"Ah." You shuddered, the mere thought of the consequences such a person would be fated to made you all too grateful that the Countess had spared you the details. 

“Mh.”

“Heh.. I’m honestly a little surprised the four of you let her leave the castle alive.” 

Alcina looked down at you, a devilish smirk curling across her lips. “I don’t recall ever saying we did.” 

You swallowed. “R-right.” 

She chuckled for a moment, shaking her head. 

“Fret not, Frances. As of now Arleen is .. well, mostly safe in the dungeons. Her fate will now reside in the hands of my daughters.” 

You nodded. “I understand, my lady.”

“Good.” 

“May.. May I ask which daughter it was?” 

“Hm.. curious thing, are we?” 

You blushed, averting your eyes. “Ah, a bit, yes.. sorry, my lady.”

The large woman’s gaze lingered over you a second before answering. 

“Cassandra.” 

“Oof.” 

A soft chuckle. 

“Indeed.” 

It was well known among the staff that the Lady’s middle daughter was the least of the three you wanted to make angry. Under any circumstance. With Daniela being the most lenient, of course. Especially if she found you particularly funny (or cute, for that matter).The Countess rose to her full height, stretching a little as she straightened her back. And the soft moan that wandered off her lips was all it took to make your mouth go a little more dry. 

“So as you can see, Frances.” She continued. “I find myself in a bit of a.. bind.” 

Gods, the way her tongue danced over her bottom lip as she said that, wettening it. A soft twinkle of heat flickering in her eyes that quickly imprinted images of plump flesh peeking through soft white rope. 

<i>A bind, yes.</i> 

You cleared your throat. “ And.. y-you want me to fill her position?” 

The Countess nodded. 

“But.. are you sure? I mean.. I’m twice the age as most of the women here-” 

“Oh? Is that all?” The Lady gave you a smirk before sighing. “Yes, I’m quite sure, Frances, and I’m not one who’s used to having her judgement questioned.” 

“S-sorry, my lady.” 

The Countess waved her hand dismissively before her large frame turned back towards the door. 

“Now.. if you would kindly follow me, dear, I'd prefer we get the introductions over with before the sun sets."

You nodded, only hesitating for a moment as the Countess quickly disappeared behind the tree line. Surely the Lady would keep you safe from whatever lurked deep within those woods, surely she wouldn't be leading you straight into your untimely death. 

Surely.. 

"Frances, do keep up the pace. I'd rather not lose another servant today." 

"Sorry, my lady!" 

The scent of wet earth surrounded you as you entered the dark Romanian forest. Sounds of a nocturnal life slowly coming to wake as the dusk of a promised night filled the cool, crisp air.  And while the sun still shone brightly on the outside of the thick tree line, you could barely see Alcina's large silhouette in front of you. The steady swish of the Countess’ dress the only thing keeping you from getting lost the further the two of you went in.

“Just about there, little one.” 

You nodded, though the Lady couldn’t see you. The insistent shiver that was slowly taking over your body only grew stronger with each step - with each strange sound that echoed through the dark forest. Like the name of a long lost lover whispered into the night. And even with the knowledge that anything that may have been watching.. or following.. was no match for the woman that accompanied you, you were still all too grateful when the warm lights of the stables finally came into view.

You let out a sigh of relief, not even aware that you'd been holding your breath practically the entire time. The Countess chuckled. 

"Mh, these woods do tend to have an effect on people." 

You chuckled in turn. "I'll say."

"Nevertheless, this was the safest place to house them. Not that these horses are necessarily dangerous, by any means, but the sight of them always seems to make the staff a little uneasy." 

You nodded, a feeling you were more familiar with than you'd care to admit. Most of the staff had never really taken to you. You were older, bigger and probably kinder to most of them than they deserved. Making you a prime target for bullying. Something you feared you might never outgrow. But how can one change their genetics? Their age? Their heart? 

You sighed and Alcina’s gaze caught yours, looking you over once before turning to open the doors of the barn. A soft crinkle to her eyes when she turned back to you. 

"As for you, Frances, something tells me that you're the perfect person to care for these animals." 

You blushed slightly at her praise - even if misguided, you thought. Surely the Lady wasn't <i>that</i> good at reading people. Though, the way she looked at you made you feel otherwise. The way she looked at you made you feel exposed - seen. As if each lingering gaze from the Countess stripped another layer from your person. Peeling back the walls with nothing more than a look. 

Being quite a bit smaller than the main stables the Lady ducked to enter and you quickly followed. The inside of the barn was much warmer than you had expected it to be, almost humid - with even the warmest of Romanian nights still bearing a slight chill to them. There were eight stables that you could count, four on each side, with only six of which were occupied. The rather prominent mustiness to the air made your nose crinkle the moment you stepped inside.. 

“I do apologize for the smell. It is a rather unfortunate side effect given the mold.” 

You shook your head. "No worries. I can take it." 

Before you had even realized the implications to your words Alcina smirked. 

"Mh.. I have no doubts." She replied with a chuckle. 

You cleared your throat and tried to swallow back the blush that was steadily taking claim of your face. 

"A-anyays." 

The Lady chuckled again, giving you a look before moving further into the barn to allow you space to look around.

At first you weren't even sure what you were looking at. The Lady wasn't wrong, necessarily - each animal <i>was</i> equestrian in nature, sure, but they were also other worldly. Skeletal. With big black eyes that glistened at you with each slow movement. And while you could understand why some may have found them to be a bit off-putting, you personally found them to be rather beautiful. As if someone had taken the skeleton of a very large horse and dipped it in the blackest glitter. 

"They're.. beautiful, my lady." You said softly. 

"In their own way, yes. The cadou can sometimes create very beautiful things." 

"Well, that's a given." 

You blushed even as you quietly said the words. A slight advert to your eyes as you did your best not to make any eye contact. Even if you could feel Alcina's gaze boring into you. 

The Countess hummed in thought. "Perhaps." 

Once you moved in a little closer to the creatures you could start to see the distinguishing features between them all. With each one being unique to itself. And much like the stables on the grounds, each one had a silver plate on their doors with a name engraved in it. Something that couldn't help but make you laugh. 

"I see Dani's gift for naming things continues on."

"Mh.. whether it’s a gift or a curse remains to be seen, dear." 

And while the Lady's tone remained neutral, the soft adoration in her eyes only spoke volumes for how much she loved and appreciated each of her daughters. She gave you a small wink before moving even further into the barn, the quiet swish of fabric following her graceful migration. 

“Take a moment to familiarize yourself. I’ll need you3 to start here first thing in the morning.” 

“Yes, my lady.” 

You couldn’t help but find yourself ever more fascinated with each step you took closer to the stables. And you were almost certain that the creatures before you seemed to be just as enamored with you. Their eyes gently stalking your slow and steady movements. Of course in true Dani form, each animal was named after a defining characteristic, and most having some sort of play on the word ‘mold’. You almost laughed out loud when you came across the nameplate of a rather ornery looking one, one with an insufferable air around it and eyes that seemed to judge your very existence. 

“Moldranda?” You snorted, “I’m sure the High Priestess wasn’t happy about that one.” 

“Mh.. bold of you assume I would have told her.” The Countess chuckled.

“Hah, fair enough.” 

You continued down the first row, coming across a one-eyed horse named ‘Moldyclops’ and an exceptionally beautiful one simply named ‘Athena’. With the last stable empty you turned to make your way over to the other side of the barn, immediately noticing the rather large wings two out of the three creatures sported. You felt your eyes widen as you walked closer to them, a slight flutter to their wings as you did. A curious tilt to your head as you read the first nameplate. 

"Donut?" You chuckled. 

"Mh.. Daniela said that one’s brain is ‘filled with holes’." The Lady chuckled. "He was one of our first in the trial and not very bright." 

"Ah." You replied, walking over to the next one whose name perplexed you just as much. 

"And Moldred? Was this one named after someone Dani knew?" 

"Actually, no." Alcina replied. "Take a closer look at her, little one." 

You took another step closer and even within the low lighting of the room you could see the small red dots that covered the otherwise flawless black mold. You immediately shook your head and laughed. 

"Red mold.. mold red.. Moldred." 

"Precisely." 

As for the last horse in the row's name - it was perfect and honestly, you would have expected nothing less of the youngest Dimitrescu. With long black tendrils that wove around her head like snakes, Moldusa gave you a friendly huff the moment you stood in front of her. 

"Well, hello to you." You said, holding out your hand which the horse quickly nuzzled into. The sensation was not what one your were expecting, though. Similar to stroking over a moss covered rock only not as slimy. You couldn't help but smile when she allowed you to continue to move your hand upwards, petting the tentacles that sat on her head only to message them gently. 

"Does that feel good, sweet girl? Having your tentacles messaged? Hm?" 

From over your shoulder you could feel the Countess watching you, an unreadable emotion burning within her gaze. Immediately you blushed, turning to face your employer with a stutter. 

"A-ah.. I m-mean.. I'm sure it's relaxing! Er.. having them massaged that is.." 

The Lady smirked, only fueling your inner panic. 

"Oh geez! Not like that!  I mean.. I'm sure if you let me massage yours, you'd find it relaxing too-!" 

And just like that, you wanted to die. 

Alcina remained very still, her eyes lingering over you ever so slowly before she spoke. 

"Mh.. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, sweet thing." 

<i>Yep, kill me now.</i> 

You were almost certain that for a single moment your brain completely flatlined - a radio wave of nothing but static and impure thoughts. Surely the Lady had to know the effect she was starting to have on you. Surely the smug smirk painted over her crimson lips told you exactly that. 

You cleared your throat before taking a steadying breath, the pink flush across your cheeks deepening. Though the Lady held her gaze, eyes drinking you in as if you were a bottle of her favorite vintage. You gave Moldusa a final stroke over her nose and took a step back. 

“So, ah.. yeahh...” You said before pausing, which only made Alcina chuckle. 

“Mh? Yes, dear?”

Gods, how indulgently smooth her voice was.. how utterly teasing. Before another wave of gay panic had the chance to come through and render you completely brainless, you quickly changed the subject. 

"So, uh.. am I safe in assuming these horses don't just eat regular hay?"

"You are. Such a clever little thing, hm?" 

"I-" 

You swallowed hard. This woman was going to be the death of you. 

A melodic chuckle trickled off the Lady's lips. 

"Adorable." She added with a pause. "But yes, these horses have a very special mixture made for them each day by a local butcher. If you're familiar with a common bait fisherman use for larger fish called 'chum', it's similar to that." 

"Ah… should I even ask what sort of meat goes into it?" 

"Mh.. not if you're of weak stomach, no." She smirked. 

You chuckled nervously. "Heh.. noted." 

"The food will be here for you in the morning by the time you arrive. I pay extra to have it delivered promptly by five am and I expect you to be here no later than six. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, my lady." 

The Countess nodded before turning back towards the door. The world that laid outside the warmth of the barn nearly pitch black. 

"Unless you have any other questions, little one, we should really be heading back to the castle. It's already quite a bit later than I would prefer to have my staff out in these woods." 

"I think I'm good for now, thank you. But if I think of anything else, I'll make note of it." 

"Good. Right, then." 

The Lady began to lower her large frame as she prepared herself to duck through the semi large doors of the barn but stopped short and turned back to you. A single finger tapping her bottom lip in thought. 

"My dear.. would you be opposed to me doing something to quicken our journey back to the grounds?"

Considering you could barely even make out the trees that surrounded the stables, you shook your head. 

"Not at all. What did you have in mind?" 

Without a single word of response, the Countess swiftly stepped forward and lifted you into her arms, earning herself a sharp cry of surprise.

"M-my lady-! Wait! You shouldn't- .. I'm too-" 

Before you could even finish your sentence Alcina had you positioned in a full bridal carry, her large arms cradling you safely against her bosom. 

"You're too <i>what</i>, little one?" 

You blushed deeply, biting your bottom lip. 

"A-ah.. h-heavy, my lady." You answered, averting your eyes from her obvious glare. 

And while you were almost expecting a stern response, the Lady only laughed. Loud and boisterously - a laugh that made her whole body - as well as yours - jiggle. 

"Oh, sweet thing." She paused, still laughing. "Why, you're light as a feather. Barely even noticeable in my arms at all." 

"Oh, I'm.. erm.." 

You could feel your face growing hotter by the second and without much thought, you buried your face into the softness of her chest. An act you were sure would get you a reprimand, but the Lady only held you closer. 

"Mh.. I take it that's not something you're accustomed to hearing." 

Half muffled in your reply, you answered. 

"Truthfully? I'm more accustomed to hearing the exact opposite. My size has never really been.. well, you know.." 

Your voice trailed off, heated tears now threatening to stain the fine fabric of Alcina's dress. She let out a large sigh, fingers coming to softly stroke your hair. 

"I am more than familiar with how cruel the world can be if one does not fit into society's view of what is considered attractive." 

You looked up at her in surprise, the steadiness of her walk casting moonlit shadows across the deep lines of her face. 

"But.. but you're gorgeous!" 

And though it could have easily been wishful thinking, you could have sworn that trapped within a single sliver of moonlight was the subtle dusting of pink upon Alcina's cheeks.

"Nevertheless.." She cleared her throat, "My reputation does tend to precede me. A beautiful disaster, as it was. A monster." 

With the forest far too dark to see much else, the only thing clear enough to make out were the broken shimmers that seemed to haunt the otherwise warm embers within the Countess' eyes. 

“Pft. Well. at least they got the beautiful part right.” 

The heat of her breath tickled your face as she chuckled. “Charming little pet.” 

“I-” 

You opened  your mouth and then quickly shut it, your fluster stopping your brain short.  

Alcina chuckled again. 

“Mh.. seems as if we’ll just have to come to terms with the fact that, regardless of what the small minds of society think, we both find the other quite beautiful… won’t we?”

As soon as the two of you broke the tree line, the Countess’ illustrious body basked in a wash of silver, you could see the want in her eyes. The desire that slowly stoked beneath her heavy gaze and the hunger that burned within it. There were no falsities to her words, no flattery. Her tongue licking over her bottom lip as she leaned in a little closer, step slowing ever so slightly. 

“M-my lady?” 

“Apologies, little one… but you smell divine. It.. would probably be best if I return you directly to the servants quarters, lest I lose my control.” 

You swallowed hard, heart beating faster than it had in the entirety of your forty some odd years. 

“And.. if I wanted you to lose control?” You asked softly, head tilted back. 

The next few minutes were nothing but a blur of haze, as if the thick fog that slowly crept it’s way across the castle grounds had wrapped you in it’s cold embrace. The Lady’s lips crashing into yours as she pulled a soft moan from your body. You weren’t even sure how you had gotten back inside the castle so quickly, let alone how you ended up inside her bedroom with your back against the wall and her thigh between your parted legs.

Your chest heaved as you panted, Alcina's gaze all but a smolder of lust as it lingered over you. You knew that she could smell how aroused you were, how badly you wanted her - with her firm thigh flexing against your core just because it could. And when she slowly unsheathed her claws to cut your uniform from your plump body, you couldn't even stop the needy whimper that fell all too eagerly from your lips. 

"Mmh.. <i>exquisite</i>." 

The way her tongue curled when she spoke - a faint aroma of wine still lingering on her palate so divine that you could almost taste it. And you wanted to. You wanted to taste every inch of her. You wanted to feel her large body pressed against your own and her lips claiming yours. 

“My lady.. plea-” 

A single claw against your lips - smooth, cool to the touch. 

 “Hush, now, pet. Allow me the honor of worshiping you properly first, hm? You’re quite the feast and I’d prefer to be able to savor every second of you.” 

You only nodded - not that you would’ve been able to articulate any words after such a statement anyways.

"Mh.. that's a good girl." 

The remaining fabric of your uniform fell to the floor in a single fluid motion as Alcina ripped the rest of it from your body, exposing to her every supple curve that you had to offer. A hunger in her eyes that you had yet to see before. Nostrils flaring as she breathed in your scent and leaned in even closer. 

You swallowed hard, feeling her warm breath as it skated over your skin. Your body tingling with anticipation, filled with an unhindered heat the moment her lips pressed against you. Tongue swirling over sensitive flesh and she sucked on it ever so lightly. And of course you moaned - needlessly, wordlessly - the slight scrape of the Lady's fangs across your skin slowly building that subtle throb between your legs. 

Each kiss followed closely by another, each claim of your skin - of your eager body - only leading to the next as Alcina's lips danced tangentially across you. They were softer than you imagined them to be, yet rough to the touch. A single finger trailing up your inner thigh as it inched its way closer to your core and forced you to buck in need. 

"Keep your hips still until I say otherwise, pet." 

You whimpered. "Yes, my lady. Sorry." 

"And you will address me as Mistress from here on out. Is that understood?" 

You swallowed hard, face overcome with heat. 

"Y-yes, Mistress." 

She hummed against your skin, willing a wave of goosebumps across your body so strong it made you shiver. The silk of her dress between your fingers as you grabbed onto her, pulling the Countess even closer to you. 

“So needy.” 

A single phrase followed by a nip at your skin… followed by another, and another. The sting of her teeth becoming ever more prevalent with each one, a rush of blood marking each spot as her large frame moved over your body. And oh, how she claimed you, claimed you like you were a world to conquer and she a war general. With every touch calculated - every caress focused. From your thighs to your belly, to your breasts to your shoulders and neck. You knew her thigh beneath you had to be soaked, the subtle throb between your legs now a deep ache. 

“H-harder.. please.. Mistress.” 

Alcina pulled back for a moment and looked at you, teeth a mere inches from the supple skin of your neck. 

“I’m not certain you’re fully aware of what you’re asking me to do, little one. Once I break the skin, I won’t be able to stop.” 

“I-I’m.. I’m aware.” 

The Countess hesitated and you lengthened the column of your neck. 

“Please, my lady.. I want you to” You added softly. 

Her pupils dilated, breath tickling your skin as she breathed you in an almost primal nature. Her fingers slowly moving - inching closer to your core. And it took everything in you not to buck, not to grind down onto her when a finger came to rest directly against your clit. 

“Mmh.. indulgent little thing.” 

In an instant your hips were raised, moaning outright as soon as you felt it -  Acina’s finger sliding into you the moment her teeth sank deeply into your supple flesh, forcefully breaking the skin.

“Mmph-!”

You lowered your hips slowly, allowing the width of the large digit to fill you. A subtle swirl of the Ladys’ tongue over your skin as she drew your very essence into her mouth, moaning sinfully as she did. 

“And such an exquisite taste.. So <i>robust</i>.”

You could see the blood trickling off one single fang as she looked up at you with a smirk, a quick sweep of her tongue over her bottom lip before her teeth were back inside you - her finger thrusting in. 

The duality of sensations was almost overwhelming. The slow thrusts of her finger, the long pulls of blood from your neck. Both heated, both a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Each arousing you just the same. The cool tip of her fangs an exquisite contrast to the heat of the bite as she drank from you. 

She allowed your hips to rock, matching in perfect rhythm to her finger. A needy whimper falling almost all too breathless from your lips when she pressed her body into yours, forcing the chilled walls of the castle against your back. 

"Mmmmh."

A final moan against the crook of your neck before Alcina took her final sip of you, licking drops of crimson from your skin with an indulgent sigh. 

"Wouldn't want you passing out on me now would we, sweet thing?" 

Her breath smelled slightly metallic - sweet - lips stopping just short of your own as she rose to face you. The soft pulses of her finger steadily coaxed your arousal higher as the Countess leaned in for a kiss. Gaze lingering over your supple curves before her body was pressed even more firmly into yours. The fine fabric of her dress cool against your heated flesh and your hands placed gently over your head. 

"Such a sweet girl.. taking me so well." 

Intoxicating praises whispered sweetly into your lips, the length of her finger driving in and out of your dripping core at a teasingly slow rate as her tongue began to dance over yours. It was a dance of lovers came to met, a swirl of succulent sweeps as she kissed the breath from your body. You moaned earnestly, hips picking up their pace as you did your best to take in as much of her as you could. Her dress soaked beneath your trembling legs. 

"Mh.. be a good girl and come for me, hm?"

Sinful words punctuated by a single sweep over your clit. And that was it, that was all you needed - a soft command and a Lady's touch - to will the stars behind your eyes to collide, to force universes to touch and your whole body to convulse. A prickling heat spreading over you like an inferno as your core clenched around the width of her and forced your desire out, coating her wrist and drenching her upper thigh. 

For a moment all you could do was shake, riding out the orgasm until the last shudder fell from your body. The Countess holding you close, allowing you the time you needed to come down from your high before she slowly slid her finger out from under you and placed it to your lips. You blushed, opening your mouth. 

"Obedient little pet." 

You nodded, dutifully cleaning the taste of yourself from her skin. 

Though, as soon as Alcina's finger fell from your mouth a wave of exhaustion quickly began to take residence across your body. You yawned, making the Lady chuckle. 

"Mh.. seems I've worn you out, little one." 

Another yawn. 

"M-maybe a little." 

Alcina held you in place as she grabbed the remnants of your uniform off the floor and wrapped them around your still naked body. A soft kiss coming to your forehead and the strength of her embrace holding you close as she began to carry you. 

Where to, you weren't certain. Though you were sure it likely wasn't her bed. You couldn't imagine the Countess letting just anyone share her bedside- 

Another yawn. 

"Sleep, my dear. I've got you." 

With that you felt safer than you had in your entire life and snuggled into the crook of her arm. With your needs and wants perfectly tended to and your body more relaxed than it had ever been. You wondered if you'd think it was all a dream come the morning. You wondered if you'd believe it even happened at all. But the reddened marks that adorned your body would quickly prove to you that it had, and everyone in the castle would surely be aware of Lady Dimitrescu's claim on you by lunch.

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#resident evil village #loveinthekeyofx #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x curvy reader #lady dimitrescu x frances #tw: bullying #tw: body issues #lots of gay up in this fic #that is all 😂 #my fanfiction #re8 fanfiction #re8 asks

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Being With Jackson Avery Would Include...

Request - hey hi hello<3

I was wondering if you write for Jackson Avery (from gray's) with a male reader

|| it's okay if u don't feel free to ignore but if you do �� could I please order one of those with head cannons about them together (v fluffy)

if u can thank you<3 if you can't no worries<3

— 🥞☕ breakfast anon

Spoilers for the show (kinda), And I know this wasn’t a before and after starting dating request but I thought it would be cute to add a little more 

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!Before Dating)

- You two met through the merge of Seattle Grace and Mercy West and for a long ass time he didn’t like you, and you didn’t like him

- You were forced to talk to each other when you were stuck on a service together

- It was a lot of back and forth and passive-aggressive comments and shouting by an attending for you to give in and talk to Jackson without making a rude comment

- He in turn didn’t call you names or try to make himself seem smarter than you

- From then on, while you guys weren’t bff’s when given the chance you two would share small talk in elevator rides or walking out to the parking lot

- Over the months of getting to know him and the Mercy West people you two slowly did become best friends or as Mark Sloan likes to put it “best bros” and constantly comparing the two of you to him and Derek

- Without the fact that one of you has a massive crush on the other (it’s Jackson)

- He’s the one who confesses 

- In the parking lot after a long day of back-to-back surgeries and being stuck with you every step of the way

- It’s messy and jumbled and so not normal for Jackson, but that’s what made it so much better 

!Dating!

- For a long while, you two keep your relationship quiet even though you both know there won’t be a problem with you two being together given everyone supporting Arizona and Callie it was just the idea of you two getting out there, and then Jackson being top news for being an Avery and having a gay lover

- The first person to know was Lexie who came running into Jackson’s room to rant to him and found the two of you making out on his bed

- Safe to say she’s your number-one supporter

- Then it kinda goes from there on telling people, most people found you guys before you told said people and others heard from gossip before you told them

- But once it was out that you two were together, absolutely nothing changed which is what you were grateful for, except for Callie and Arizona wanting to go on double dates as a gay flex to the public 

- The two of you are “so cute it hurts,” as Mark mocked when he found the two of you holding hands while walking down a hallway

- While PDA wasn’t something that the two of you do often when around the hospital, outside of the hospital, it wasn’t normal to find the two of you apart

- At big events, the two of you match your suits and your ties and steal the show every time. 

- His mom adores you like every time this woman shows up, it’s all “where’s my son-in-law” or “there’s my second favorite guy,” and she smothers the Hell out of you every chance she gets

- Every chance this man gets, he’s expressing how much he loves you with little whispers or a quick peck on the cheek, you name it 

- You two are probably everyone’s favourite couple 

- So, in summary, you went from enemies to friends to lovers with the “gorgeous” Jackson Avery

#jackson avery #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery x male!reader #x reader #x male!reader #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy x male!reder #jackson avery imagine #jackson avery one shot #jackson avery headcannons #headcannons #fluff #ask #request

[incorrectsprolden]

your heartstopper faves if we could see more of their social media accounts lol: 3/?— NICK NELSON

i’d like to think that nick would try to plan his instagram feed but he’s a bisexual, so he’d be a little indecisive; but he’s trying his best. i love him lol

i really wanna do michael’s instagram next, so drop your fave fancasts of him and other suggestions!!

click the links to check out my other edits; we have CHARLIE and TORI done so far. feel free to like, reblog or comment– i really appreciate it!!

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nicholaszzzzz: a bisexual and “an ally” go camping

[tagged imogen.heaney in a post]

imogen.heaney: that was such an embarrassing moment for me ENOUGH 😭😭

cfspring: i love your little friendship its so cute

imogen.heaney: besties since year 7 (real)

darcytheegg: my fave bisexual with his fave ally

the.xu.tao: me & imogen 🤝 being your supportive straight friends

itsellesuniverse: STOP!! did the tao xu just admit he’s friends with nick nelson

reading_with_isaac: caught 📸📸

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nicholaszzzzz: hacked 🐶🐾

saharsguitar: nellie do you have something to say to the people? 🤨🎤

cfspring: she said “bork” she told me herself

saharsguitar: okay thank you for that follow up

nottorispring: this is so real of you nick

the.xu.tao: this is the only time i’ll like your post nick

michaelholden123: do you guys ever think about what dog breed you’d be? i think i would be goldendoodle or sheepdog

nicholaszzzzz: yes i have actually and we all know i’m the human embodiment of a golden retriever

cfspring: its true, i can vouch for that

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nicholaszzzzz: another year with my favourite boy. happy birthday my beloved, i love you darling 🤍✨

[tagged cfspring in a post]

itsellesuniverse: i’m literally obsessed with you two

nottorispring: happy birthday you aries legend ♈️

imogen.heaney: you cuties!! happy bday charlie!!

cfspring: i’ll cry nick- i’ll cry so loud

nicholaszzzzz: its my boyfriend privilege to announce your birthday to the world. i love you, my love 💙

tara.jones.xo: absolute cuties– happy birthday charlie!! 🎉

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nicholaszzzzz: tell me you like the mcu without telling me you like the mcu… i’ll go first

nicholaszzzzz: also charlie got me the ‘i love you 3000’ sign and before you all ask, yes i cried

cfspring: you cried a lot, actually 🥹

the.xu.tao: we need to work on expanding your movie taste nicholas because this is a crime

nicholaszzzzz: then you’re gonna be real upset when you see my iron man shrine

tara.jones.xo: the colour coordination of the photo collage, we love to see it

itsellesuniverse: from one artist to another, yes

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nicholaszzzzz: rugby szn ft. a charlie spring cameo

reading_with_isaac: does anyone here actually understand the game of rugby

the.xu.tao: nope absolutely not

tara.jones.xo: why do you think i do ballet?

darcytheegg: at least i got to know the local gays

saharsguitar: i just wanna watch one game

cfspring: SKSKSKSK YES COME WATCH!!

cfspring: @/nottorispring wanna come too? 👀

nottorispring: you would have to pay me so much money to watch a sports game, charles

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nicholaszzzzz: one thing about me, i LOVE minimalism 🪷

imogen.heaney: i think we as a society need to talk about how nice nick’s handwriting is bc- hello??!!

darcytheegg: okay pull through with the MUJI brand

cfspring: get ✍️ nick ✍️ more ✍️ muji ✍️ stuff ✍️

nicholaszzzzz: stop do not spend that much on me charlie

cfspring: don’t tell me what to do nick

the.xu.tao: stop flirting in the comments pls-

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nicholaszzzzz: staring at the sunset, babe 🌅

the.xu.tao: okay has anyone checked up on charlie?

nottorispring: he’s been screaming and crying for 10 minutes now lol

itsellesuniverse: the taylor swift lyric, okay i like it

saharsguitar: @/cfspring bestie, are you okay?? comment something to let us know

cfspring: OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD 😭😭😭

cfspring: unfollow me now, this is gonna be the only thing i talk about for the next week

darcytheegg: rip charlie spring, nothing happened to him expect nicholas luke nelson

imogen.heaney: photo credits to me, you’re welcome

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nicholaszzzzz: the world is so obsessed with defining sexuality for everyone and attaching labels to it. any time any person openly leaves the sexual norm, their sexuality becomes, more often than not, the absolute defining characteristic of that person.

it becomes the first thing people think about and often the first thing they mention. every other part of that person all but disappears — dan pearce 💗💜💙

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#heartstopper #incorrect quotes #tori spring #charlie spring #heartstopper incorrect quotes #incorrect heartstopper #solitaire alice oseman #heartstopper alice oseman #nick and charlie #tao xu #sahar zahid #elle argent #darcy olsson #tara jones #taradarcy #taoelle #narlie #sprolden #heartstopper edit #instagram edit #my edits! #nick nelson #isaac henderson #oliver spring #imogen heaney #incorrect heartstopper quotes #osemanverse #aled last #michael x tori #gone with the queue

[strawbubbysugar]

Things to say:

The animatronics theme kinda remind me some sort of fairy tale themed amusement park.

2. does the rainbow stripes in hello's hoodie represent LGBTQ+ or is it something to match the theme of the Wow city?

3. When the parents met hello, dont they find the name strange? because they will find it awkward to greet hello. e.g, Hi Hello, Hello Hello, bye Hello, goodbye Hello.

hm! how odd 👀

Its the theme of the company, the company doesnt directly state characters orientations, nor do they acknowledge lgbt issues/representation beyond a pride month changing of their twitter icon, and some very basic rainbow capitalism. Theyre "making steps" towards it by recently announcing that beloved character Wibble the Wizard is gay Which. Wibble is, technically. Though wibble's flag looks more like this

(has anybody noticed the colour palette of wibble's body without the jumpsuit? >.>) 3. strange at first! You'd be surprised how easy it is to get used to using something you wouldnt typically use as a name as a name (the name was on purpose. People cant say hello in their day to day lives now without thinking about the WOW brand)

#ask #so(u)l project #god i love answering questions

[livingincolorsagain]

Hello! I hope your day/evening is going well. Since it's missing Sam hours, can you share your favorite Sam headcanons that you don't see around much? (And maybe a disliked headcanon you see around all the time 👀)

Hi! My day is going well, thank you! Hope yours is too.

It’s always missing Sam Wilson hours in this house, so here’s a list of some headcanons:

Sam had wanted to fly ever since he started walking. He’d always been fascinated by birds and butterflies and planes and their wings and their ability to soar through the sky. He would sit by the windows and watch them for hours on end.

He was probably very excited the first time he was on a plane, and it was like a dream come true. He begged for the window seat and his parents agreed because they knew how happy it would make him. He stared out the window the whole flight, basically whooping every time he saw a bird fly close.

He started reading books about birds the minute he learned how to read. He’s definitely the kind of person who randomly tells you bird facts mid conversation. It’s endlessly endearing.

I think he was pretty young when he realised he’s attracted (exclusively) to men. Maybe it was the first time he came across the word gay and its definition or a picture or a poem and he was like oh, this is me. I feel like this. He didn’t tell anyone for the longest time.

The first person he came out to was his mom. Maybe he was staying up late to study. It had been a long week at school and some of his classmates were saying just casual homophobic things and it got to him and he hated how he couldn’t do or say anything about it. He went to the kitchen mostly looking for a distraction, and he saw his mom there, just sitting at the table, and he took a seat opposite her and just poured his heart out. These conversations are always easier in the dark, quite nights, after all. She held him in her arms for hours, and they talked until the sun was rising.

Sarah found out next. He didn’t exactly mean to tell her, but he thought he had the house to himself and he was making out with his first boyfriend and Sarah came home early and walked in on them and it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. Her first words were, really, Sam? A white boy?

Riley was his first true love. Sam was young and reckless and a thrill chaser and he fell hard and fast. Their whole relationship was like that, a fast, fast burn. Sam was chasing that thrill of being in love, enjoying all the stolen kisses and whispered words.

Riley was also his first heartbreak. After he was gone, Sam thought for sure he would never love again, simply because his heart was too torn apart. It was true for many years.

As quick as it was with Riley, it was as slow with Steve.

Maybe it was the point they were at their lives. Maybe because they were both lonely and broken, but they were so gentle and slow with each other, like they knew how fragile their hearts were. It was love, and it was beautiful, but it was never going to work. It was still worth it, because Sam and Steve were right for each other, but time wasn’t on their side.

Sam’s entire relationship with Bucky was simultaneously the most complicated and simple thing ever.

I like to think Sam didn’t even realise he was in love with Bucky until he was in too deep, because there was always a feeling of fondness for that old, white man who loved staring so much. They were already as close as two people could be, they knew each other inside out, they were comfortable with each other, so how would Sam know that that feeling in his chest was because he was actually in love with the guy?

It took them a long time to get together, wary and weary as they (Sam) were, but once they got together (after the most over-the-top, grand love confession in the history of love confessions), they were the most annoyingly in love couple around.

Sam never wanted to get married, mostly because he didn’t think he would find someone to love and be loved by again, but it was a quiet night in and Bucky was reading his book while Sam pretended to watch whatever was playing on the screen and the words we should get married were out of his mouth before he really thought about it. Bucky stared at him for the longest time.

They got married within the week. The next mission, Sam left with a ring around his neck and Bucky’s last-name next to his own.

#or something #sam wilson #samriley #samsteve #sambucky #sam wilson headcanons #asks #anon #uhhhhhhhh. oops #lol it’s like i was waiting for someone to ask me for some sam hcs #and i have more. for later

[jedimasterbailey]

🧡 and 💜 for the unpopular opinions ask game!!

Hello there my friend! 🥰 thank you so much for the ask, you’ve chosen some fun ones!

Link to the original ask questions below of anyone else wants to play so I can snoop 👀

🧡- What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

That Vader will kill Barriss in the upcoming Tales of the Empire. There is just not a moment in that teaser trailer where the wheels in Barriss’s head aren’t turning and where her eyes aren’t looking for the nearest exit. Barriss is canonically very smart and can hold her own in combat. Like if Anakin had not tapped into the Dark Side and slammed her into the tree in the Wrong Jedi, Barriss probably could have handled more angry Anakin. Not to mention Barriss was able to sneak up and knock out Ventress of all people undetected. Now we don’t know for sure how involved Barriss really was in Ahsoka being framed (that whole arc is just so badly written and rushed with not much explanation but that’s a whole other conversation), but had it not been for Anakin’s persistence in discovering the truth, Barriss could have gotten away with the bombing. So… if she and Vader were to duel again, I am positive Barriss will do just fine and escape somehow.

💜- Which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

LUMINARA! 💚 like I swear does anyone notice how hot this Mominara is because I did since the moment I first saw her debut episode as a kid 🤣 should have known I was gay then 😜 But for real she got HIP, she got ASS, and some BOBBIES that her outfit CLINGS onto tightly! And furthermore her adorable facial expressions both serious and not serious and those brillant glowly blue/purple ish eyes of hers have me like 😳 like I would do ANYTHING this woman told me to do, I wouldn’t even argue with her much like Ahsoka didn’t in Cloak of Darkness. You just know Ventress was taken aback by Luminara when she saw it wasn’t Anakin that was with Ahsoka 🤣 And that sultry soft English accent of hers played by the lovely Olivia D’Abo is just the sugar on the cream! Luminara is just lovely and we need to talk about it more 💚

Link to original ask game questions here!

#thanks for the ask! #unpopular opinion ask game #anakin skywalker #barriss offee #luminara unduli #the clone wars #star wars #tales of the empire

[kingdoms-and-empires]

Hello hello sensual and handsome author! How are you? I was checking again this awesome blog and I realice something outrageous, dreadful, terrible even, something my gay af MC could not tolerate and, as his representative here I need to point:

There is not a lot of questions/post of people asking about Veriel and Edward???? Or sending their support/love?? Like?? My bois? Trauma-man and Goody-shoes?? You literally can’t ask for someone better!

I will save two files for their romance and i dont care about anything more, what am curious tho its abut our little cutie sister, the times you respond some questions about romance and Mc’s family, normally the bros are more chill meanwhile our little princess, our protégé are more chaotic

Its the same if Mc has a 100% bromance no homo relationship with one of the guys? Our little brothers and sister will behave the same way if that was the case?

And if Mc was female? There would be the same… chaos in our sister when she interact with her sister’s boyfriend/girlfriend?

Ps: If something happens to Lukas EVERthe meme “I will kill everyone in this room and then myself” will not be a meme anymore its not a threat, but a warning 👀👀👀

Thanks for your attention, have a good day!

Juli is quite literally her

She is the thunder in the night that makes no light

The sweet whistle the blade makes when cutting through the air

The last burst of warmth you feel once there's no going back with hypothermia

The crocodile just before breaking the surface of the water

Also, Veriel and Edward routes are going to be facing some very different problems with MaleMC, so no need to fear boring routes

#kingdomsandempires #memes

[theintrovertbean]

Hi! Ik it’s been done a few times but my giggly ass can’t stop thinking about biker nadia. Could you talk about her more?

Stumbling across this blog has been the equivalent of “I like you funny words magic man!” Have a lovely day/night

Btw tysm for the astronomer stuff I will be drawing that!

-🔆

Hello! Honestly, I can't blame you. Biker Nadia is just something else, and we need more of her in our lives.

Thank you 🥺 I'm glad you're enjoying it here, and I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well!

Drawing, you say? 👀👀👀 Well, how do I say this? So uh, I'd be interested in drawing, I'm sure others would be too, but only if you're comfortable with it, no pressure.

More Biker Nadia headcanons because we're gay and horny

We have already established that Nadia is horrible with cars, but when it comes to bikes, she is a safe driver. She has proper equipment, her bike is always in excellent condition, and she doesn't go over the speed limit, Well, usually. Just don't tell her sisters.

Whenever she wants to get away from everything and just clear her head and have some alone time, she goes for a ride. Bike time is sacred.

Many people are crushing on her. They don't know her name. They have no idea who she is. But whenever they see that hot biker woman pass by, they can't help but think about her for the rest of the day. She has such a presence.

I know that this is very unsafe, and Nadia wouldn't do that (you shouldn't either), but just imagine her riding on her bike with her beautiful hair down and it getting caught in the wind. Love at first sight.

Every weekend when she has some free time, she spends it working on her bike.

At some point, she even starts a project and builds an entire bike from scratch.

Riding behind Nadi 🛐🛐🛐 Her telling you to hold on tight, feeling her body, smelling her, and being close to her in general 🛐🛐🛐

She is open to buying MC their own bike and letting them ride along, but she much prefers riding together on hers. She likes having them close 💜

Nadia helping MC put on their helmet 🥺😭 She's too cute.

#nadia satrinava #the arcana nadia #countess nadia #arcana nadia #nadia the arcana #nadia arcana #the arcana #arcana #biker Nadi makes brain go brrrrr

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Hello, I’m obsessed with all your snippets I’ve seen for omegaverse and priest au! Today can I ask about when a ‘broken man falls in love’ and ‘In the line of Love - Cop!Eddie/Doctor!Buck AU’???? 💞🦛

Hi Hippo!

Omg, thank you so much. I really appreciate that 💕

Gonna post it under the cut because it suddenly became very long lol

When a broken man falls in love

Okay, so this story is about a lot of past traumas and healing together and Eddie coming to terms with being gay. They meet before he joins the 118 and Buck is the first guy that Eddie has ever dated as he only just came out a few months ago. Eddie is struggling to find a job in L.A., despite his many credentials and he almost reenlists before Buck says that he put in a good word with Bobby. Eddie joins the 118 but struggles to be comfortable with publicly dating a guy and being as open about it and proud about who he is (which Buck really is). And they break up because of it but then something happens to make Eddie realize that this is what he wants and that he can't let his past affect his future. He has a lot of internalized homophobia because his dad is a massive homophobe and is outright disgusted by it. But both Buck and Eddie help each other heal, working through the things that life throws at them while working at the 118. There will be some flashbacks to Eddie's past that reveal a lot about him and why he acts like he does. And let's just say that there will be some very intense buddie moments and some good talks between Bobby and Eddie 👀 Snippet below When Buck enters the locker room, Eddie is sat in front of his locker, head hung low and close to his knees. His knuckles are bloody and bruised in various shades of blue, purple and black. Buck sees the damage to Eddie’s locker, along with the blood in the dented metal. Eddie’s breathing is heavy and his eyes are fixed on the floor, not even reacting when Buck sits down next to him. “Hey, Eds” Buck says in a low voice and Eddie doesn’t react. Not with words at least, he knocks his head back against the bottom of the locker and exhales sharply as he stares blankly ahead of him. “Hey” Buck tries again and touches Eddie’s knee gently but Eddie instantly pulls away. Eddie can feel his eyes welling up but he quickly rubs them with the back of his hands and doesn’t say a word, merely shaking his head a little. Buck backs away to give Eddie the space that he so clearly needs right now and Eddie takes a few deep, slightly shaky breaths to compose himself. After sitting quietly for a few minutes, Eddie turns his head slowly towards Buck and his right cheek is painted in deep shades of red and pin

In The Line of Love

I don't know if anyone even remembers this AU because I haven't posted about it for so long lol, so I'll give a short recap. Bobby and Athena are Buck's adoptive parents, having been in foster care for many years. And Athena just so happens to be Eddie's boss. Eddie and Buck meet at a station barbeque and they start talking when Eddie brings people to the hospital. Then Eddie gets shot and Buck is now his doctor, so they can't date until he's out of the hospital. And then they finally do so in secret, knowing that Athena is skeptical about Eddie as this man has been a bit of a man whore after his divorce, and the whole station knows that he's a hit it and quit kinda guy lol. Oh yeah and Shannon is alive in this one and is friends with Eddie. Eventually something happens at the hospital which is going to be traumatic for buddie 👀 It also has some of the best smut that I've ever written imo Snippet below

“Yes, Eddie. Please fuck me. Baby, please” Buck breathed out and the pet name had escaped his thoughts and went out of his mouth, clearly taking Eddie by surprise. Buck didn’t know if they were at that stage yet and while Eddie had called him pretty boy twice and he had called him angel, what Buck had just called him felt a lot more intimate. To show that he didn’t mind being called baby by Buck, in fact he might’ve liked it a little too much, he kissed the corner of Buck’s mouth before connecting their lips in a passionate yet affectionate kiss. “Shit, Buck. You can have anything you want” Eddie breathed out against his lips and Buck inhaled sharply, the energy changing for a quick moment before he grabbed Eddie’s ass firmly. Eddie reached into the drawer again, scrambling around for a few seconds before he sat back up with a condom in his hand and he ripped it open with his teeth, a skill that he had perfected with time. He rolled it on with one hand, the one holding Buck’s hand above his head and Buck watched his movements in amazement, completely stunned by the sight of Eddie Diaz towering over him. “I just want you” Buck murmured as he watched Eddie positioning himself in between his legs, then guided his cock with his hand. With a soft moan, Eddie slowly pushed into Buck, working into him inch by inch and Buck was twisting and squirming in pleasure beneath him.

Ask me about my wips 💗

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #caro gets an ask #tag game

[jonmartintrash]

Thank you @queerinyellow I love doing things like this!

3 ships: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Jarthur-qpr (Malevolent), Jonmartin (The Magnus Archives)

First Ever Ship: Violet and Duncan (Dunclet) from A series of unfortunate events (specifically the show)

Last song: evermore by Taylor Swift? I cant remember lmao. It might have been a Queen song

Last Movie: Summerland

Currently Reading: Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuistion; The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater

Currently Watching: 1899, The Magicians, New Girl, Greys Anatomy, The Last of Us

Currently Consuming: in terms of media...mostly podcasts: Welcome to Night Vale, woe.begone, King Falls AM, The Amelia Project, The White Vault...I'm also obsessed with looking at fanart, especially of Malevolent. And I've started reading fanfic for the first time, it's pretty fun

Currently Craving: Garlic Butter Noodles :]

9 people you want to know better: (no pressure of course, I know some of you already 👀!) @eyes-sheep-song @eyeldritch @nightvale-is-gay @staellaris @averysaurus @brokenrecordofahuman @fivehargreaves @threearmsally @mrfroag

(I'm gonna add 2 more) @stobotnik @hello-from-the-night-archives