#however this fandom has also had its hiccups

[angryschnauzer]

On Your Knees

Summary: As general maid for 221 Baker Street, you assist most of the residents. However on one quiet night when most of them are out, only one resident returns to his home... a little worse for wear. He thanks you in the easiest way possible.

Fandoms: Enola Holmes 2, Henry Cavill

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, NSFW, Drunk Sherlock, Oral Sex (Female Receiving).

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On Your Knees

The cold wind rattled the fragile glass in the frame, a chill advancing into your room even further as the dark night continued. The building of 221 Baker Street was colder than usual, most of the apartments empty for the night due to various parties and festive events happening this time of year meaning the tenants wouldn’t be back until the morning. 

As the scullery maid of 221 Baker Street you were in and out most of the apartments each day, tending to the fireplaces and delivering meals if required. The housekeeper who supervised you telling you where to go and what to do wasn’t around either, though her instruction was rarely needed anymore, you knew the routines of all of the tenants and could read the calendar hung in the kitchen showing who was home and who wasn’t.

At that moment the wind rushed against the window again and you pulled your dressing gown further around your body, shivering beneath your quilt. Glancing at your own laundry you’d hand washed that evening, your bloomers hung on the wooden airer where the chimney breast rose through the building. With every pair you owned doing little to dry in the cold attic room, you cursed your schedule for not giving you time to do it earlier in the day when the sun had been coming through the window. Now you just had your thin nightgown and woollen stockings to keep you warm beneath your dressing gown.

You were drawn from your thoughts by the sound of movement in the hallway far below your room. Freezing you wracked your brain to try to remember if any of the tenants were due back tonight, but none were. Through the eerie quiet of the house there was another bump and a quiet curse. You reached for the large floor brush that still sat beside the door to your room with its dustpan, lifting the brush as a weapon as you opened the door and carefully stepped out onto the old floorboards to peer down through the stairwell. Clinging to your brush you leant forwards over the bannister and peered through the darkness, a single lamp in the hall four floors down barely illuminating the entryway before you suddenly saw a shadow move. Letting out a small gasp you clamped your hand over your mouth as you watched, but that tension evaporated when you recognised the wide shoulders and curly dark hair of the tenant in apartment B;

“Detective Holmes!” you called out, the figure below swivelling rapidly before spinning and looking up.

“Ah. There you are…” a soft hiccup followed as he swayed on his feet.

“I’ll be right down Sir”

Just last week Mr Holmes’ sister helped him into his apartment having had too many drinks at the pub, and it would seem he’d done the same again tonight. Padding on stocking clad feet you descended the stairs quickly, soon arriving in the hallway as Mr Holmes swayed a little on his feet;

“Can i help you to your apartment Sir?”

“Oh that would be *hiccup* wonderful Darling”

Hooking your arm around his back and pulling his own arm over your shoulders, you started to help him up the stairs one at a time, before arriving at his apartment. 

“I have a… I have my… dammit” Mr Holmes cursed as he fumbled for his key, and as you glanced down you could see that the bunch of keys in his pocket had caught on the fabric and were stuck. Without even thinking you batted his hand away and slid your much smaller hand into his pocket, moving the keys around until they were no longer snagged on the fabric. You tried not to think of the heat radiating from Mr Holmes thigh, barely separated from your touch by a thin layer of cotton, nor the firm muscle beneath the fabric that flexed as your delicate fingers brushed against it. He answered your silent thoughts with a grunt, before you pulled the keys out and unlocked the door, all whilst he had his arm around your shoulder.

His body was firm and heavy, a welcome weight against your cold frame, and as he swayed you did so too, before he finally pulled his arm free of your shoulders and started to shuck off his coat and scarf, struggling as he went about the task.

“Mr Holmes, Sir, please let me help…”

He swung around, shrugging his shoulders, his coat now held on his arms around his elbows, his wide shoulders only accentuated by the white shirt and silk waistcoat that clung to his torso. Whilst distracted you didn’t spot his flailing, one stray arm of his coat socking you around the chin, and although not hurting you, caught you by surprise and knocked you back where you lost your footing and fell on your bottom. 

“Ta-da! Done it!” he proclaimed proudly, before spinning around; “Where did you…?”

Climbing to your feet you took the bundle of coat from the floor;

“Ah, there you are Darling, didn’t get you did i?”

“Just a little Mr Holmes. Let me hang this up for you”

As you hung the coat onto the hook near the door you heard a gasp and a soft thud, turning to see Sherlock on his knees before you;

“Mr Holmes!”

“My Darling, i am so sorry, so very very sorry”

He had big puppy dog eyes as he looked up at you, his drunken state obviously accentuating his normally muted emotions; I should have been more careful… a heinous crime I have committed to sock a young lady around with my coat, please… please forgive me…”

You tried very hard not to laugh, for this was so far removed from what Mr Holmes was like normally, but also it stirred something within you, to see this big man on his knees before you, his face mere inches from your stomach. 

“Please Darling…” He edged closer, wrapping his arms around your bottom and pressed his cheek to your stomach; “Please forgive me…”

At first you were frozen with fear, this was not only completely out of character for Mr Holmes, but wholly inappropriate, but the long days and lack of sleep perhaps clouded your judgement and you cautiously rested your hand on the top of his head;

“It’s… it’s ok Mr Homes, Sir”

He turned his head and peered up at you;

“Let me make it up to you”

You could only watch in shock as he moved his hands to rest them on your stocking clad ankles, before he started to inch those warm palms up your legs. When he reached your knees his fingertips rubbed soft circles against the backs of your thighs, your nightgown bunching at his wrists. For the whole time you kept eye contact, unable to draw your gaze away until his fingertips reached the top of your woollen stockings and he let out a small grunt of appreciation. He ducked his head forwards and pressed a single kiss to the skin just above the tied ribbons that secured the stockings in place.

“You smell divine” he muttered softly, inhaling deeply before he bunched your nightgown up in one hand and pressed his nose to the apex of your thighs.

“Oh! Sir!”

He pressed a kiss to your soft mound, before his fingers stroked softly along your seam. Never breaking eye contact he lifted one leg over his shoulder, opening you up like a spring blossom. A warm puff of breath warmed your skin before he leant forwards and his tongue found your silken pearl. If it wasn’t for his firm shoulder your leg was hooked over you would have damn near fallen to the floor, you did lose your footing a little, your back falling to rest against the door behind you and your hands found their way to his dark curls. 

The slight tug on his hair seemed to spur him on, his wicked tongue parting your folds, and the appreciative murmur that came from his muffled lips only excited you more. Sherlock knew exactly what to do, and you can’t believe you had never even considered that this fine specimen of a man would be skilled in the art of lovemaking, but because of his cold demeanour it just hadn’t been something you’d thought of. 

You tried to concentrate on the look of bliss on his face, but the way his long tongue was pushing at your secret canal, his nose rubbing against your pearl, it was almost too distracting. Your head slowly fell back until it rested on the wooden door behind you, your eyes fluttering shut as pleasure grew in the pit of your belly. It was only when he moved a little, his lips finding your pearl again and he slid a thick finger into your tight channel did your eyes spring open;

“Oh lord!”

A quiet chuckle came from between your thighs, looking down to see the mischief in his eyes and he winked at you just as he slid a second finger in alongside the first. He crooked them just so as he moved them slowly but firmly, stroking at your velveteen walls, his lips and tongue increasing their efforts until you felt a surge of pleasure, a white hot fire bursting forth from your core and you climaxed with a loud cry of his name;

“Sherlock!”

As your body trembled he slowed his fingers, before pulling them free and holding them up to the faint candle light, inspecting the stickiness on them with a learned curiosity, before he sucked them both clean. He looked up at you as you trembled above him, slipping your leg off of his shoulder and he went to rock back onto his feet, but unfortunately losing his footing and topping back onto his behind;

“Oouf!”

As your nightdress fell back around your ankles and on unsteady legs you rushed forwards to help him to his feet, his eyes a little glazed from his drunkenness. He was like a lead weight, swaying on his feet until you managed to half carry half drag him to the chaise lounge and unceremoniously drop him on the soft cushion, watching as he twisted his body until he was on his back;

“What was i saying? I’m sure i should have thanked you for something…” he was already nodding off to sleep, oblivious to the rich smell of your sex now hanging in the room. 

You let out a sigh before turning and to the quiet background noise of his snores you lit a fire in the hearth to warm the room. Making sure a heavy yew log was placed in the centre of the grate to ensure a long slow burn, you set the fireguard in place. Spotting his long blue dressing gown hanging over a chair, you carefully laid it over his sleeping form, and with one last glance back at him you exited the apartment. At least with the fire in his apartment now going a sliver of warmth would seep into your room that cold night.

#sherlock holmes x reader #enola holmes movie #henry holmes #henry cavill

[intricatechaosofyou]

The Right Wrong Turn

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Fandom: The Bad Batch; Star Wars

Summary: A hiccup in the mission ends up with you on a rooftop with the Batch’s sniper. Using the prompt “This did not go the way I expected.”

Warnings: 18+!!!!, blasters, shootouts, cursing, some sexual tension, a couple of references to lines in season 3 but NO SPOILERS (tell me if you find my references though ;) !!)

Author’s note: Happy Bad Batch season my loves!! Our boys are back and I couldn’t be happier (or sadder). I had the privilege of writing for @urfriendlyneighbornightfury so I hope you enjoy this babe! I had so much fun writing it. Italics indicate small flashbacks. Also, please keep in mind that this is post-Echo but pre-Order 66.

The Bad Batch has meant so much to me over the years and while it feels like the end has come far too quickly, I’m grateful for everything it’s done for me and the rest of the Star Wars community! Thank you to @ghostofskywalker / @cloneficgiftexchange for putting on this event!! I’m so grateful to participate in this huge event!!

Sending everyone a Wrecker-sized hug and a happy season 3!! <3

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You panted as you made a sharp turn down an alleyway, trying to lose your pursuers.

It was supposed to be a simple mission: sneak in while Hunter and Wrecker distracted the guards, download a few files, then Echo and Tech would pick you all up in the Marauder.

What you hadn’t planned for, however, was the heavy encryption on the files you needed.

———————

“Tech, I thought you said I just had to plug this data stick in and the files would download!” You whispered into your comm as a red screen appeared on the datapad.

“Theoretically, that should be all you have to do. However, I do suppose the encryptions on the files could prevent the transfer,” Tech replied, his static voice from the comm making you angrier by the second.

Your failed attempts at transferring the files had set off the alarm. You needed to get out of there, but you needed those files first.

“Keep the data stick in,” Tech requested. “I can undo the encryption from my end and transfer the files manually.”

A blaster shot fired right past your shoulder and you immediately ducked behind the large desk in the office. Sneaking a look, you counted three guards with their blasters pulled on you.

Kriff. You had to get out of there.

“Cross,” you hissed into your comm as you pulled your blaster from its holster on your hip.

You didn’t even have to finish your sentence before you heard the sniper’s voice crackle through the comm.

“I’ve got eyes on them. I take middle.”

You couldn’t see him on the next rooftop over, but you knew he was already lining up his shot through the large glass window behind the desk you were hiding behind.

“No fair. I wanted middle this time,” you answered, a smirk forming on your face.

Crosshair tutted. “Too bad, sweets.”

You rolled your eyes as you shifted your blaster in your hands, getting ready to fire.

As soon as Crosshair’s shot came through, shattering the window behind you and killing the assailant in the middle, you stood and shot the two remaining.

“Tech, how’re we looking?” You questioned.

“Files are transferred. Make your way back to the Marauder.”

You grabbed the data stick and booked it to the stairs just as another group of guards bursted into the office.

———————

You thought that they’d give up once you exited the building, but they were still managing to follow you through the busy streets of Bracca.

It was getting harder to lose the guards behind you as you dashed through the streets. One wrong turn and you knew you were in deep trouble.

As you turned down the next alleyway in hopes that you’d finally outpace the guards you heard someone hiss your name.

Looking up you found Crosshair, leaning over the roof of a nearby building, hand outstretched to you.

“Hurry up before those di’kuts catch up.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, allowing him to hoist you up onto the roof.

“Could’ve used some help earlier, Cro—“

The clone’s hand covered your mouth before you could finish your snarky comment, pushing you to lay down the cold metal roof as he followed suit, laying halfway on top of you as the guards flooded into the alley in pursuit of you.

He lowered his head, sharp eyes watching the guards, ensuring that they didn’t spot the two of you.

But you? You watched him.

He had shed his bucket before helping you onto the roof, granting you full freedom to ogle at his face. You watched the way his eyes darted across the length of the alley, the way jaw clenched every time a guard spoke, the way his lips were parted as he took slow, steady breaths.

Suddenly, the chill of the night was replaced with a heavy heat and you were overcome with the need to move out from under him.

The hard plastoid of his armor dug into your skin as you attempted to shift out from underneath him. But your movement only caused him to hold you down harder, his free hand pressing your hips down to keep you from squirming.

You stifled a frustrated groan, going to shift again but the way he turned to look at you made you freeze. He stared you down, almost daring you to move again.

Unfortunately for him, you loved getting under his skin.

You tried to shift out from under him again, accepting the unspoken challenge from the sniper.

He retaliated, pressing his entire forearm against your hips to prevent your movements.

With a huff, you realized this might be one battle you wouldn’t win. You resigned yourself to watching him again as he took a glance back at the alley.

When his eyes found yours again, he finally took his hand away from your mouth but his arm across your hips stayed in place.

“You nearly got us caught,” he hissed.

“Yeah, well, this didn’t go the way I expected,” you replied, a sarcastic smile on your face as you once again attempted to get out from under him.

The way he put more weight on your hips told you he wasn’t letting you go that easy. “What did you expect? That I’d just let you stand around up here and let the guards catch both of us?” He questioned.

“Stow it,” you demanded, trying to ignore the way your face felt hot. “We need to get back to the Marauder.”

“Not until you answer my question, sweets.”

You huffed, letting your head fall back. Maker, this man was stubborn. “Don’t call me that. You know I hate it.”

“Hate what, sweets?”

“You calling me that!”

“Why, sweets?”

You bit back a snarl at the way he emphasized the name just for the sake of driving you crazy. “I said stow it.”

“What’re you gonna do about it? I seem to have the upper hand, sweets.”

You hated the way his lips curled up into his signature smirk as the nickname left his mouth. Your hands acted on their own accord as they grabbed his face and crashed his lips onto yours. His response was automatic, hands coming to cradle your face to bring you closer to himself.

The kiss was a mess of tongue and teeth, both of you still in an attempt to win an imaginary battle against the other. He pushed you and you pushed back harder against him. Around and around you two went in desperate attempts to put the other in their place…until Crosshair’s comm sounded.

The sniper let out a discontented huff as your mouth left his as you pulled the comm from the belt at his hips.

“We’re still on a mission, sweets,” you reminded him, reveling in the way his jaw ticked as you used the nickname against him before turning back to the comm and assuring Hunter that you and Crosshair were en route to the Marauder. “We gotta get going.”

Despite his groaning, he still shifted off of you and offered you a hand to help you stand up.

You brushed yourself off and took in Crosshair’s usual frown. “Cheer up, Cross.”

“I don’t like being interrupted,” he replied, pulling a toothpick from the pocket on his belt.

Shrugging, you grabbed the toothpick from his hand and put it in your own mouth. “Don’t worry. We’ll finish this later.”

The corners of Crosshair’s mouth ticked up at your insinuation. “I like that plan, sweets.”

Although you rolled your eyes, you couldn’t help the fond smile from growing on your face. Instead of granting him a response you simply turned and started the trek back to the Marauder with Crosshair right beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. Yeah, you’d definitely be finishing this later.

#tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair the bad batch #tbb crosshair #the bad batch crosshair #clone trooper crosshair #crosshair x reader #star wars tbb #the bad batch star wars #star wars #star wars the bad batch #tbbe24 #tbb starwars #star wars the clone wars #bad batch crosshair

[reviewinghiccup]

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HTTYD FANDOM! | HTTYD TALKS | DRAWING PARALLELS

Can you imagine? It's has been 13 years since the world of Berk and the archipelago opened up to us. Since we entered this crazy, viking village 12 degrees north from hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death.

I reckon the HTTYD anniversaries might kick off a little differently for fans all over the globe depending on its opening, because DreamWorks commemorated the HTTYD's 13 years on the 22nd of March on Instagram, though I distinctly remember it opening where I was on the 27th because it was also my birthday and I wanted to watch a movie.

Which means, yes, guys, I'm turning 24 today! HAHA! To mark this double celebration, I thought of doing something fun and a little different from my usual posts just to get the ball rolling. So, question, have you guys ever watched She's Out of My League?

She's Out of My League is a Jay Baruchel movie. A rom-com produced by Paramount Pictures AND (wait for it...) DreamWorks Pictures. It was released in March 2010 which meant that our Hiccup-voice-actor here had two movies playing at the cinema simultaneously.

I remembered that I wasn't allowed to watch the movie, but my older brother (10 years older than me) snuck me into the theatres to watch. I remember him covering my eyes for a bit and not understanding a lot of the humour back then, but I did remember the premise, so here goes...

Premise:

Kirk (Jay Baruchel) is your everyday, average Joe. Coupled w the fact that he is somewhat a pushover and insidiously insecure, he tries to get back with his manipulative ex-girlfriend Marni. After that failed, he stumbles onto the path of the beautiful Molly, who by beauty standards, personality and life-style choices is considered a hard 10, while he is rated a mere 5.

When Molly seems to take an interest in Kirk, the whole world is put out of balance and their friends smell impending doom by virtue of their different "social ratings." However, are these standards real, or just a social construct that needs debunking?

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I'm not here to criticise the movie. I'm sure we all have our thoughts. Nor am I saying that this movie or the romantic storyline holds a candle to the HTTYD franchise or Hiccstrid, but, it was hilarious to discover a number of parallels between these two worlds.

DRAWING PARALLELS

THE CHARACTERS

Kirk Kettner (Jay Baruchel) - The awkward underdog, highly underestimated by everyone including himself and doesn't see that he is, in fact, more than his make.

Molly (Alice Eve) - The beautiful, blonde and determined love interest. Lawyer turned successful events planner. Independent, fiercely confident and a real go-getter.

Devon (Nate Torrence) - The nicer friend in Kirk's friend group. An adorable, huggable sweetie pie who still believes in magic and romance.

Dylan (Kyle Bornheimer) - The guy you'd love to hate. He is Kirk's overbearing older brother who bullies Kirk to mask his own insecurities.

Stainer (T.J. Miller) - The quick talking, witty side-kick whose crazy ideas propels the storyline into an absurd direction. Who is actually, also Tuffnut.

Katie (Kim Shaw) - Molly's younger, dimwitted sister who is just getting by.

Patty (Krysten Ritter) - Molly's best friend and business partner. Strong-willed, independent and fiercely loyal.

THEME, MESSAGE & STORYLINE

(1) IT ISN'T ABOUT HOW YOU LOOK LIKE, BUT WHO YOU ARE ON THE INSIDE

It's a cliche to say, beauty is from within. But it doesn't make it less true. I think what makes Molly attractive is because she is a really nice person, adaptable. Her beauty is an aspect of it. Imagine if Molly had Marni's personality. The story would've turned differently.

This is also Kirk's selling point. The pinnacle of his entire personality is the nice guy card, it's what attracts Molly.

Likewise w Hiccup, he is a genuinely good guy. You can't fault him for his courtesy. Though Kirk's personality seems more like a caricature of Hiccup's, ironically. And, Hiccup's strength and leadership is not something you'd notice on his person but in him.

(2) YOU NEED TO BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOURSELF

I loved Portrait of Hiccup as a Buff Man [Episode 8, Season 1 (Riders of Berk)] for many reasons, but mainly because it was the episode Hiccup proves to himself that he is worthy.

She's Out of My League was a movie about Kirk learning that he is worthy. That he isn't just a five, that this whole rating system is nonsense. He was always good enough for Molly, he was never good enough for himself.

DON'T FORGET TO VOTE FOR YOUR FAVOURITE EPISODES FROM RIDERS OF BERK. THE LIST IS OPENED ALL WEEK!

Which is your favourite ROB episode (Part I)

Which is your favourite ROB episode (Part II)

Though She's Out of My League didn't dive into Kirk and Molly's relationship and life after they got back together, I am assuming Kirk found his courage in someways. He ends up flying a plane, which is a life long dream of his, he dreamt of becoming a pilot. And well, we all know that if Hiccup existed today, and was a real person, he would've been a pilot too. Maybe in the AirForce, on a jet black plane named Toothless.

HICCSTRID MOMENTS

No review of mine is complete without Hiccstrid.

Kirk and Molly have roughly the same hair colour as Hiccup and Astrid. My favourite scenes in She's Out of My League are the romantic montages of them going out. This is one of my favourite shots from the show:

I crushed hard on Jay Baruchel. I mean, the dude has got some game. I mean, awkward af, but still, he's pretty cute. I mean... let me show you...

I'm still smiling!

THE ROMANTIC MONTAGES IN SHE'S OUT OF MY LEAGUE FELT LIKE A HICCSTRID AU FAN FICTION GOT PRODUCED INTO A MUSIC VIDEO!

I'm not recommending you guys watch this show by the way. If you haven't that is. If you're not used to this type of adult-comedy, you might not like it. The pacing is a little choppy, and it does slap you w many cringy moments. But sometimes, its just so ridiculously hopeless you can't help but laugh.

I don't remember if the show did well, but its not a bad movie (to me). It was underrated for what it was trying to accomplish, but it could definitely do w some refining . Like, I would've loved it if they developed the characters and the romance more.

But at the time the movie was released, I think a lot of people related to Kirk. The whole, "on a scale of 1 to 10" thing has messed w a lot of confidences.

As a teenager, I reckon that's more of a problem. I remember that popular girls in school were always pretty and the hot guys were always good looking. And well, it's hard to not believe that looks don't play a part.

But, once I grew out of it, I honestly found those attributes to come in second to many other qualities of a person. Looks just happen to be a bonus. Hahaha, look at me, a day older and already issuing unsolicited advice.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HTTYD FANDOM!

#HTTYD #How to Train Your Dragon #Hiccup x Astrid #Hiccstrid #she's out of my league #dreamworks movie #dreamworks dragons #kirk x molly #HTTYD anniversary #Happy Birthday #to me #happy birthday #httyd fandom #httyd franchise #httyd talks #jay baruchel #alice eve #hiccup HTTYD #krysten ritter

[badass-at-fandoming]

hello! so: i'm fairly new to vtm and i wanna read through the books, but i've heard that not all of them are worth reading, so i was wondering if you have any recommendations? thank you so much!

Anonymous!!! This question made me so happy! I love recommending books! Welcome to Vampire! 💜

For starters, some caveats. First, anything touched by White Wolf Publishing is going to be some level of Awful. The best approach to World of Darkness, I find, is that of a vulture. Scavenge, pick the bones, find the delectable meat among the rot, and use that good stuff to fuel your imagination. VtM is horror, and all that horror entails. BUT the writers ALSO have a lot of unexamined bigotry they didn't put in the stories with intent. Yes, sometimes harmful content is there on purpose. A good example would be in the Coteries of New York visual novel. No matter which PC you pick, Baron Callihan says something tailored to insult them, to show off his gross character. So, to start, a general Content Warning for racism, sinophobia, xenophobia, Islamophobia, and misogyny. Geeeeeeennnneerrraaaalllllyyyy, the more modern the book the less this sort of bullshit appears.

My second caveat is way funnier. Uh, when I was in your position, starting my VtM books journey, I was equally overwhelmed by where to start. With some encouragement from fandom friends, I decided I would become the Beckett Fandom Elder. I focused all my reading on this feral nerd. Now I lounge in the decadence of pristine Beckett knowledge, such as he's Bride of Dracula.

Okay, enough caveats! I don't know how familiar you are with Vampire: the Masquerade to start with, so I'm going to assume you know nothing! Links to my reviews, when applicable.

The Victorian Age Trilogy by Philippe Boulle. This trilogy is a stellar introduction to the world of Vampire. Boulle does a fantastic job slowly revealing the world, its rules, quirks, and characters. The final novel doesn't quite stick the landing, but it's overall p fun. Highly, highly recommend.

The Book of Nod by Andrew Greenberg & Sam Chupp is an in-universe collection of myths centering Caine, the first vampire. Despite some hiccups, the writing is beautiful and presented like actual historical source, with footnotes, scholastic arguments, and introduction!

The Seduction of Goratrix and The Sword in the Tower by punk_pseudo are smutty romps that will make you smile and laugh! Gold-tier! Also that's TOTALLY the canon beginning of the Tremere Clan. :D :D :D

Vampire: the Masquerade - Corebook, Fifth Edition by Karim Muammar et al - after reading the above, I would read the Corebook. It's not a novel, but it will clarify any remaining questions about VtM.

Beckett's Jyhad Diary by Myranda Sarro et al. This is the Motherload for Beckett fans, and VtM fans. There's just SO MUCH. One podcast I listened to recommended the Diary as the first book to read, but I disagree. The Diary assumes you already know the basics and swims in the very deep end of lore. While reading, I had the White Wolf Wiki open beside me, because the writing would constantly reference something I didn't know.

Other books I heard were good but I haven't read myself:

Dark Ages Clan Novel Saga, Book 13: Tzimisce by Myranda Kalis centers on Sascha (then, Myca) Vykos and I've heard much goodness about it from @ryttu3k

Walk Among Us by Genevieve Gornichec, Cassandra Khaw, and Caitlin Starling. Audiobook only. Khaw is an incredible, award-winning writer so super looking forward to this.

Haunting Shadows: A Wraith 20th Anniversary Fiction Anthology is not Vampire, but my colleague Catherine Lundoff has a story in it and she's awesome :D Also she has a MILF lesbian werewolves series.

Now, those are a lot of recs. You can purchase them on DriveThruRPG or find them here. However, if you're looking at the first caveat and grimacing, if you read A Morbid Initiation and it is no, DITCH IT. a03 has mass troves of VtM fiction, and they're more in line with slick modern sensibilities like "hey maybe gender and racial minorities are people." Below are fanfiction that stand very well on their own, without serious prior knowledge of VtM. You might have to still look up some terms on the White Wolf Wiki, and again, these are very centered on Beckett.

Labyrinth of Blood and Silver Scales by AsunderWolf aka @lairofsentinel - meshes together Vampire and Mage into a twisty tale of gay time travel and very important handkerchiefs. Reminded me of the beauty in grief.

The City That Never Sleeps + Radio Silence by Martin Iceworth aka @robotslenderman - these center on New York City and the Nosferatu. The second one chronicles the NSA breaching SchreckNET, the vampire internet. Oops.

The Wolf and the Unicorn by alchemagician- a sweet adventure of Beckett and a Salubri woman who could step on me and I'd say thanks

The Creature Known as Emma Blake by DraculaBackwards aka @draculabackwards69 - rewrite of the Victorian Trilogy with ALL the good bits and ZERO of the bad bits. Unlike the above, this one's not all posted, but the first few chapters already have me swooning.

Other fanfic is Very Good, but they tend to require knowledge of what they're based on. For example, the every skyline was a kiss upon the lips by @ryttu3k needs to be stapled into the Diary. @draculabackwards69's wrote up some very important, missing plot beats of Anatole/Beckett and Beckett/Dracula. Retellings of Vampire: the Masquerade - Bloodlines are popular. (Let's Play here. Antitribu Mod here. Final Nights Mod here.)

Wherefore Means Why by Sloane aka @meteormemoirs - a re-telling of Vampire: the Masquerade - Bloodlines with an extra special Malkavian twist :D Not quite finished, but close.

A Traitorous Affair by @missn11. Truly, any of missn11's re-tellings are my comfort reads. :D

The Many Clans of Sebastian LaCroix Challenge has produced many awesome fic, such as Sweet Corruption into Enlightenment, Crown, and Diviner Bureaucrat.

Goodbye to Sleep by hartstrings aka @its-sixxers - Mary is best girl

Wormwood by Elysiummm - are you ready to have your goddamn mind blown

Embrace the Night by @lost-toreador-in-la - comes with much fanart!

@vampire-the-askerade has lovely little snippets and scenarios for all your VTMB needs :D

I've written fanfic as well, but again, they more fill in gaps than serve as standalone stories. I think Bad Idea and A Monastery stand by themselves the most.

Oh my goodness, that's more than enough to get you started! Hahaha, welcome to Vampire: the Masquearde! It's a place. :D

If anyone else has recs, add them! :D

#ask #anonymous #text post #vtm #vtmb #the victorian trilogy #book of nod #v5 #the seduction of goratrix #the sword in the tower #beckett's jyhad diary #dark ages clan novel saga #walk among us #haunting shadows #labyrinth of blood and silver scales #radio silence #a03 #the wolf and the unicorn #the creature known as emma blake #every skyline was a kiss upon the lips #wherefore means why #a traitorous affair #the many clans of sebastian lacroix challenge #goodbye to sleep #wormwood #embrace the night

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I do not believe in the anime's ability or desire to animate Dabi's Iconic Scene properly and am preemptively preparing for disappointment. It really feels like the animators do not give a fuck about him

I understand where you're coming from! I am similarly disappointed at the inconsistencies in style of the anime. However, I don't think that the quality of the animation has anything to do with caring about the characters, personally. Professional animators function on different logistics and motivation than fandom. Mostly, the main motivator is money. So for example they cut and rearranged mva to release the internship miniarc right before the release of the movie, because they had matching merch to sell and needed to milk that arc for all its worth. In comparison to the intership trio, the villains aren't nearly as popular with the fans, at least in Japan, so I can see Bones sacrificing the quality of the least profitable arc of the two at the time. Iirc, they also put the main team that normally worked on the series on the movie team, too. Likely for the same reason. Money.

So far, Dabi's scenes have been wildly inconsistent, but I would also say that during this season they're making more of an effort than usual to stay true to his original design. The episodes with Twice were mostly good, with the exception of a couple of frames that they animated independently, without manga panels as a basis. I noticed that they tend to struggle more with him when they don't have Horikoshi's art to base the animations off of, and I think that's a big part of the problem. But I also noticed that in almost all the scenes where Dabi has a big focus since pro hero arc, Bones has begun to draw him better imho

(this was season 5, when they were already producing the aforementioned movie on top of everything else)

Of course that's not to say there still aren't hiccups... but stuff like this little wink at manga readers here (the fucking rindou. I'm still not over it shhdhs):

gives me the tiniest bit of hope that they finally realized the relevance Dabi has in the story and are ready to treat him like a potential moneygrabber alongside the heroes. (+ Toga and Shigi anyway)

Anyway, none of that is to say that it's a bad thing per se to keep your expectations low. That way you can't be disappointed if we do get something that underperforms compared to the manga.

I am definitely guilty of being a hopelessly optimistic person, though. Taking into account the mixed results of this season, I think the chance of getting a satisfying Dabi's Dance are 50-50. I'd rather not be miserable as I wait for that episode to drop if I can avoid it, though, so I'm gonna keep a positive attitude for now

#Don't worry tho you won't miss out on my salt if it ends up being Bad #Ali replies #Flashing cw #flashing warning

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A/N: This story is inspired by Anna's Adventures by ChocolateCookieCream, but instead of that story set in the modern era, this story is set towards the end of the Viking era and medieval times. If the title of this book isn't clear to my more... ignorant readers, this book will contain PLENTY of sex, smut, sin, and all manner of sexual intercourse. Not only that but there's more to this story than Hiccup having a large harem of Viking women and other women from other fandoms, you'll see that as the story progresses. Also, in this story, Scandinavia has become unlivable: plague has spread like wildfire, killing off a vast number of Viking tribes and kingdoms, not only that, but starvation has swept through which only ups the death rate for the Scandinavian Vikings and dragons too, yes, the dragons will be returning. So, what's left of the Viking people rally to Hiccup as their last hope and crown him king of all Vikings, they essentially become migrant people that set out to conquer new land where they can settle and begin anew. It's during these conquests that Hiccup will create his harem, but I'll get into more detail on how it works in the story. But, of course, we're starting this story off with some passionate Hiccstrid smut. Now, sit back, and enjoy!

(Normal pov— New Berk)

The Vikings of Scandinavia were by no means strangers to strife, hardship, and conflict, it was part of their way of life and what made them strong and feared by many who had encountered them throughout the centuries. However, the Viking people's hardship now was unlike anything they've encountered before. It had been two years after the death of Grimmel the Grisly, the destruction of the Northern Alliance, and the departure of the dragons. Since that time, the people of Berk had been settling into their new home and once again adapting to a life without their dragons, it took some time, but eventually, the Vikings of Berk once again relied on themselves and not on their dragons.

But all the hard work the Hairy Hooligans had put in to make their new home livable was now in vain.

Carrier messages via hawks came flooding from a number of Viking tribes and kingdoms that found their way to New Berk, specifically its chief, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, informing him that the lands were not yielding crops, and the fisherman were returning with less fish every day and that their cattle were succumbing to sickness which ultimately rendered them useless to eat. As a result of this drastic decline in food, starvation swept across Scandinavia like wildfire. They purchased what they could from traders and merchants, but since the lands were withering like decaying corpses and the seas were not providing them with the excess food they needed, they had begun debating whether or not to abandon their lands which they had staked a claim to for several generations.

Starvation and the loss of arable lands, however, wasn't the only problem the Viking people now faced. A horrifying plague had spread almost overnight, worse than anything the Viking people have encountered, this plague was even more ruthless than the Scourge of Odin. Entire tribes and kingdoms were lost to this plague, and those who showed signs of the plague were killed without pity or mercy in order to protect those who had yet to become sick. Fire was then set to the abandoned villages and kingdoms in an effort to keep the plague at bay, but to no avail. If starvation didn't kill you then the plague most certainly will.

It felt as if Ragnarök had descended upon the Viking people.

In spite of all the horrifying events taking place throughout Scandinavia, New Berk was among the last of the Viking tribes that had not been touched by the plague or loss of arable lands, however, Chief Hiccup had received several reports from those among his people who stood as farmers that their cattle are being affected by the rotten air, resulting in them to become weak and not aiding the farmers in plowing through the fields they farm. With this setback, food needed to be used wisely, meaning they couldn't throw feasts or celebrations which would only see their food stores severely depleted, and then they would have to resort to taking food out of the reserve stash houses throughout New Berk and the Archipelago.

Not only did starvation affect the Vikings, but it also affected the dragons as well. Apparently, the abundance of sustenance in the Hidden World had become null and void, this resulted in the dragons that resided in the Hidden World emerging in great numbers, and their numbers threatened to darken the skies. Luckily, the King of Dragons, Toothless, was able to keep order among the dragons, and when the dragons returned to New Berk, it was a shock to all of them, but the reunion was sweet, despite the dire circumstances. However, with the dragons back in droves too numerous to count, it meant there were many more mouths to be fed. Although the Hairy Hooligans did what they could for their dragons and their hatchlings, there wasn't enough food to go around for both men and dragons.

Hundreds of Vikings who had escaped the plague had all come to New Berk, seeking out Chief Hiccup to lead them out of this crisis. The Viking people looked to the Æsir for guidance, of course, yet their cries and prayers were not answered and it only led to more of their people being killed thanks to malnutrition and plague. The most recognizable of these Viking tribes included the Outcasts, the Bog Burglars, and the Berserkers, who not only held a vast armada holding their warriors and people, but also a large number of the Defenders of the Wing, who wished to remain at Queen Mala's side after she had married Dagur the Deranged after the war with Viggo, Krogan, and Johann many years ago. Hiccup and his people were happy to see many of their old friends and allies, but many more Viking tribes and kingdoms flocked to New Berk, some came in only a handful of longboats while others came in large fleets, seeking respite and provisions after the strife and hardships they had endured.

Hiccup, being the compassionate man that he was, did what he could for the Viking migrants at his door, but he also had to keep Berk and its inhabitants in mind. After all, a Chief protects his own, as his father, Stoick the Vast, had told him before he sacrificed his life to ensure Berk's future chief lives and leads the Hairy Hooligans into a prosperous future. Not only did the responsibility of his people bear down on Hiccup's shoulders but so did making sure his allies, countrymen, and the re-emerged dragons didn't die out from starvation and this ruthless plague only added another weight of burden on Hiccup's shoulders. Currently, the chief of New Berk was in the Great Hall, gathered with the various Viking chiefs, jarls, earls, kings, and queens from all over Scandinavia, Iceland, and even Greenland. All of these leaders had convened to discuss a course of action— whether or not to remain in Scandinavia or to become a united migrant people and go out into Midgard and conquer new lands for their people to begin anew and thrive once more. Using this crisis to convene The Thing, which was an assembly to resolve conflict or otherwise, Hiccup found that Scandinavia's present circumstance was an appropriate time to gather and come up with a solution that works for the people of Scandinavia and the dragons.

For several hours now, these great Viking leaders were discussing what to do and it seemed as if they were getting nowhere thanks to each leader wanting to go off and do their own thing, despite Hiccup's efforts to calm the masses down, his words fell on deaf ears.

"This argument is a waste of time!" Alvin the Treacherous boomed out, slamming his meaty fists against the table they were gathered around. All eyes turned to him as he then stated the obvious. "Our lands are being ravaged by plague, our people are dying from starvation, and despite our devotion to the gods, our pleas for help by their divine hands have gone unanswered! Our course of action is plain as day, we must leave Scandinavia and conquer new lands if we are to survive!" Roars of agreement filled the air while others remained silent.

"Aye! We're Vikings, this debate is useless! Since our homelands can no longer sustain the dragons and us, we must go and do what our ancestors would do— raid and conquer!"

"Let us go to England! Many of our people reside there. Why not rip away that land from the Christians and claim it as our own?"

"Why England? There's much more out there! We aren't just conquerors, but we're explorers too. We must expand our vision and go beyond what we are familiar with."

Again, the Hall erupted with the Viking rulers exclaiming and barking at each other. Hiccup pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily in frustration while also murmuring for the gods to give him patience in dealing with his guests who all had a difference of opinion on where they should begin anew.

"There's nothing more stubborn than a mob of tired, hungry Vikings."

Chuckling to himself, Hiccup turned to his beautiful mother, Valka, who approached him with a warm smile on her face. His mother was wearing a sleeveless green shirt over her tunic, and a fur wrap over that as well. Her belt has a large buckle in the front and brown armbands cover her forearms. Her long auburn hair was still kept in three separate knotted braids, and there were still signs of greying in the elder Haddock's hair. Despite being in her early forties, Valka was one of the most capable women on Berk, something Hiccup admired and was strangely attracted to, even when meeting her for the first time back at the Bewilderbeast nest.

Not only was Valka a capable warrior and leader, her beauty was blinding, many men attempted to claim Valka as their own, but she firmly refused them all, she stated she wouldn't dishonor the memory of her late husband, Stoick the Vast, by whoring with other men. She also voiced with a firm voice that she was loyal only to Berk and to her son. However, when a group of more brazen and witless Hooligans attempted to rape Valka, Hiccup had them all relieved of their cocks and then branded them all as skóggangrs, outlaws. Full outlawry meant that the outlaw lost his right to live as a full member of society for the rest of their life. And because these Hooligans thought they could defile their chieftain's mother, they were cast out of Viking society and could be killed without repercussions.

The now twenty-three-year-old chief of Berk was currently seated on his throne with his wife, Astrid, seated by his side as well. Perched in Hiccup's lap was his two-year-old daughter, Zephyr Haddock. She was currently playing with a stuffed doll of Toothless, a doll that Valka had made for her granddaughter, similar to how she made a stuffed Deadly Nadder doll for Hiccup when he too was a baby.

"It's bad enough with the weight of chiefdom on my shoulders, but now I need to make sure my guests don't shed blood in my Hall," the young chief murmured to his mother. He then turned to Astrid with a questioning look. "Where would you like to go? England or somewhere unknown?"

Shrugging, Astrid tucked a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. "Well, I've never been to England before, and aside from Dragon's Edge, I don't know what else Midgard has to offer," she then gave her husband a curious smirk. "What about you, oh great Dragon Master?"

Rolling his eyes, Hiccup smiled as Zephyr giggled to herself while hugging the doll of Toothless to her small chest. Looking back to his wife, Hiccup gave his sarcastic reply. "As long as I'm not surrounded by tired, hungry Vikings, all be happy," his response made Astrid and Valka giggle quietly.

As the Viking leaders continued to bicker amongst themselves, one of the older earls stepped forward and voiced his own opinion. "Where would we go, my friends? Our people have pillaged and gone out on raiding parties many times before, some of them never returned to tell their tales back in our Great Halls." The earl then looked to everyone gathered and continued. "It is true that sooner or later, we must leave these lands, or else we risk killing off the future generations of the Viking people and newly birthed dragons because our food reserves will have been depleted. Many among us have children or are expecting children soon, the decline of crops, cattle, and food will not help our women remain strong whilst they carry the future of our people in their wombs. And this plague is more fatal than anything we've encountered before, it too is a threat to our survival and future," hums and grunts of agreement filled the air as the old earl then concluded his words with a question. "And so, this is what I say: where will we go when the time comes to abandon our ancestral lands? We must decide as one people."

Yet again, the leaders of the Viking people all spoke at once, making it impossible for anyone to understand each other due to the ugly panic that had gripped them. Hiccup, who had decided it was time to step in, suddenly rose from his throne, but not before handing Zephyr over to Astrid. As Berk's chieftain approached the massive table where all his allies and guests were discussing a course of action, everyone soon stopped talking when their host was by their side. Hiccup looked down at the table and laid eyes on one massive map he himself had created, it was a map of the entirety of Scandinavia and the Barbaric Archipelago, but he also possessed maps of lands far beyond their world and he possessed knowledge of numerous suitable lands for their people to begin anew from traders New Berk had dealt with over the years.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Hiccup lifted his up to look his allies and guests in the eyes. "We face a difficult choice, leave behind the only home we've known or venture out into the unknown and tame those who seek to prevent us from securing the future of our existence. I don't know about you, but I would like to see my daughter and heir, Zephyr, grow up in a world where she will flourish in, many of you stand as mothers and fathers, and I believe I speak for you when I say you want your children to grow and to live long lives, do you not?" Many hummed and grunted in agreement, causing the leader of the Hairy Hooligans to nod before continuing. "We're no strangers to making hard choices, for the sake of our people, families, and those we hold close to our hearts. You all came to me because you know my saga: the once laughing stock of Old Berk who shot down the Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself, and instead of killing the last Night Fury, I bonded with him, and we ended three centuries of war between Vikings and dragons by slaying the Red Death at Helheim's Gate, turning our world upside down. You know of my many great accomplishments, and the losses I've suffered, and you all know that I seek what's in the best interest of my people, the dragons, and my allies, especially in circumstances like this."

"We are well aware that you prefer the peaceful route rather than bloodshed, Hiccup Haddock, as any wise leader should," Queen Mala spoke with respect and deep admiration. Her pixie cut was longer the last time Hiccup had seen her, but she was as beautiful as ever. She then gave Hiccup a look of desolation. "However, since we've placed our lives in your hands, it is imperative that we all agree on making the right course of action, for the sake of our people and those we hold close to our hearts. I lost many I loved to this severe plague that has spread like wildfire, among our dead are Throk and... my now late husband, Dagur."

"Did he die by the plague?" Hiccup inquired after several minutes of silence.

Shaking her head, Mala clarified. "He met a warrior's death. A handful of Berserkers sought to take advantage of the chaos our home was going through by trying to steal a great many barrels of supplies and food, leaving those less able among the Berserker people to starve. However, Dagur stopped them before they could flee, and though my late husband fought valiantly and killed all of those who put themselves before their people, he was fatally wounded by the leader of those renegades," releasing a shaky exhale, Mala then smiled sadly. "His dying wish was that we all seek you out for refuge and that he could think of no one better to tend his people and the two of us." Referring to both herself and Heather.

"Of course, I'll see to it that you two as well as the Berserkers and the Defenders of the Wing are tended to," he then looked to all his allies. "That includes all of you as well. I swear, on my sacred arm ring that I will ensure the Viking people have a future and that we find a new place to call home."

"Thank you, Hiccup," Heather said with heartfelt gratitude. "I truly appreciate that you're willing to do that for my people. For all of us."

Sympathy struck Hiccup like a knife embedding into his flesh, he looked to both Mala and Heather, both women's faces were twisted with mourning and melancholy. It was hard to believe Dagur the Deranged was defeated by cowards that would endanger helpless women, children, and the elderly by taking what little the Berserkers had left. Hiccup's relationship with Dagur had always been... complicated, especially when they were younger, but ever since the two of them mended old wounds and became allies during the war with the Dragon Hunters, Dagur and the Berserker Tribe had been solid allies with Berk. Although Dagur was now drinking and feasting with the gods in Valhalla, Hiccup would make sure the Berserkers and Hairy Hooligans would remain strong allies

Giving both Heather and Mala a warm smile, Hiccup nodded firmly at them, silently promising them that they would be safe with him. He then turned back to the maps before them, Hiccup then looked to his own map which had been completed throughout the years' thanks to multiple voyages throughout Scandinavia, his map contained the entirety of Norway and lands beyond the Barbaric Archipelago. But since Norway and all of Scandinavia had become unlivable, Hiccup gestured to the maps of Europe.

"Ever since Ragnar Lothbrok first raided England, he showed the Viking people that this world is far bigger than we could've ever imagined. If we are to find a new home and ensure our people thrive for many more generations, we must go out into the unknown and be prepared to fight for our futures," Berk's chief then continued. "Many more of our people reside in England to raid and conquer that land, but I believe there is a greater bounty than England."

Crossing his beefy arms across his chest, Mogadon the Meathead, Chief of the Meathead Tribe spoke up. "Oh? And what bounty is that, lad?"

"Beyond England, there's vast territories and land that could be large enough for our people to settle, the land is rich for farming, and we can begin anew—"

"And how do you know these vast territories and lands exist?"

Looking up at the bold Viking who interrupted him, Hiccup looked up at a proud, well-built Viking who was draped in a thick bear fur cloak. He appeared to be in his early thirties, he had a well-groomed beard on his tattooed face, his dark brown hair was done in a man bun hairstyle, and he was twiddling with his gilded arm ring on his right wrist.

"If you want to know if something is real or not, we sail and once again, fly there," Hiccup said before narrowing his eyes at the man who interrupted him. "I don't know you. What's your name?"

"Prince Harald Haraldson," he said with pride. "I'm the grandson of Harald Fairhair, King of all Norway."

Many of the Vikings of Norway murmured amongst themselves, although Hiccup was a Viking whose saga and fame threatened to eclipse all the Viking heroes of old, many still regarded the old heroes, including King Fairhair, the very first king of all Norway. With Harald Haraldson asserting his heritage, Hiccup could tell this was intentional, a man of great ambition, and if not kept in line, Harald's ambitions could threaten the Viking people. And at this moment in time, Hiccup could see that this man threatened the lives of everyone in this room because of his ambition alone.

"You wish to become king over the people of Norway," Hiccup stated before continuing. "But I have an inkling you want more than that. You want to be king over us all. Am I right?" The response Harald gave was a smirk, causing Hiccup to snort and then nod. "Well, seeing as though these great leaders have come to me and not you speaks volumes about you as a ruler. Perhaps your people aren't so content under your rule, and the only people who benefit are your inner circle and your personal guards," Harald's smirk disappeared as Hiccup then looked to his fellow Vikings. "I look to you all and ask you this: which of us should become the very first King of Vikings? I, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III or Harald Haraldson, Prince of Norway? Talk amongst yourselves for a while and cast your vote when you've made your decision."

As Hiccup seated himself back on his throne, his people gave him looks as if he had suddenly grown two heads, it was a look that Hiccup was intimate with, specifically when he was still a boy and he was looked down upon by his people. But now, he was giving these leaders the choice to elect a king that would rule all the Vikings of Scandinavia.

While the leaders spoke among themselves, Hiccup saw Fishlegs approaching him. The large, knowledgeable Viking murmured in shock. "You wish to become King of Vikings, Hiccup?!" When the young chief of Berk shrugged in response, Fishlegs gave him a confused look. "Why do this? We all know you're not fond of being chief. So why take on the burden of kingship and well-being of all Viking people in Scandinavia?"

"Because that arrogant, pompous fool will drive us all to our ruin," Hiccup murmured lowly while referring to Harald Haraldson who was speaking with those in his inner circle. "He could be the grandson to Odin Himself, but I could care less. That man is using the suffering of our people as means of securing power and abusing that power. I won't let his greed, ambition, and lust for power drive our people and the dragons into the dust. If becoming king is what it takes to secure all our futures, then so be it."

Blowing a raspberry, Tuffnut then chuckled. "Wow. Don't get me wrong, your motives are admirable, Chief, and that will most likely be the reason all these leaders choose you as the very first King of Vikings, but... to become King of Vikings, means you'll need to sacrifice your own comfort and pleasure for the sake of the Viking people," he then turned to the leaders talking amongst themselves and then back at Hiccup. "Good luck, Hiccy, you're gonna need it, especially now."

"Thank you, Tuffnut," Hiccup said in a dry manner. "Your words fill me with confidence."

Grinning, Tuffnut gave a firm nod. "Glad I can be of help, Chief!"

Rolling his eyes, Snotlout stepped forward and gave Hiccup a reassuring smirk. "Whatever happens, cousin, I'm with you," he then turned to Eret and jabbed at his arm in a playful manner. "You, however, might not--"

"I'm with you too, chief," Eret said firmly while giving Snotlout an annoyed glare. Looking over towards Haraldson, he then inquired. "What if these great leaders rally to him?"

Shifting in his seat, Hiccup shook his head. "Then I follow my father's words, and protect my own," he looked to his wife and daughter with a smile. "If Haraldson is chosen as King of Vikings, then I will look after my people and my family, not a man who walks around and believes he's descendant from the Æsir. Such hubris will endanger the lives of our people, not just the Hairy Hooligans, but every Viking tribe and kingdom."

"Well said, son," Valka then looked to the leaders and added. "I hope these noble leaders feel the same way you do."

Finally, when the leaders had all talked amongst themselves, they informed Hiccup that they were ready to cast their vote. Summoning Gothi and the hofgothi priests to bring forth two basins of water, Hiccup had them collect stones that bore the emblem of the Hairy Hooligans and Fairhair dynasty. When the voting began, many of the smaller, yet more vulnerable leaders cast their votes for Harald, believing that his luck and his bloodline can lead them to good fortune. However, many more cast their votes for Hiccup, mainly those that the former heir of Berk had once fought against or was on shaky terms with. When all of the Viking leaders had all cast their votes, the scales were perfectly balanced, either Hiccup or Harald would become the very first King of Vikings, and the only ones who could tip the balance in each man's favor was Queen Mala of the Defenders of the Wing as well as Berserkers and Chieftess Atali of the Wingmaidens.

And unknowingly to Harald Haraldson, his chance at ruling over all Viking people was lost forever.

Both Mala and Atali cast their votes for Hiccup, tipping the scales in his favor. Haraldson's mouth was agape in shock, disbelief, and anger. The grandson of King Fairhair then slammed his fist against the table. "You place our lives in the hands of this boy?" Many of the leaders grunted in agreement with Harald while many more frowned upon his words.

"Clearly, you underestimate Stoick's son, Haraldson," Alvin said with a roll of his eyes. "If anyone is capable of leading our people to prosperity, it's Hiccup Haddock."

"I agree," Big-Boobied Bertha looked at Haraldson while shaking her head. "True, Hiccup Haddock is not your normal Viking, his saga and fame speak volumes of what kind of man he is."

Bearing his teeth, Haraldson seethed. "I don't care what you say about this runt," he spat out before continuing. "He doesn't deserve this privilege and honor—"

"I'm sorry, but have I done something to offend you, Harald Haraldson?" Hiccup demanded in a tone firm.

Approaching Berk's chieftain, Harald sized him up. "Yes," he said in an intimidating manner. "I'm offended that what's left of the Viking leaders in Scandinavia are relying on a hiccup who allowed his own father to give up his own life so that can lead the Hairy Hooligans and now lead us—"

Harald's witless words were cut short when Hiccup seized him by the back of his head and pressed Inferno against his throat. Everyone fell silent at the display, Harald's bodyguards attempted to come to their princes' aid, but they were stopped by Hiccup's own guard, as well as Snotlout, Fishlegs, Tuffnut, and Eret, Son of Eret who had weapons drawn and pointed at Harald's men.

"You are a guest under the roof of my Hall and on my island, Harald Haraldson, so I will forgive you of your insolence," bearing his teeth at the Prince of Norway, Hiccup seethed out. "But if you ever speak to me or about my father in such a manner again, I will cut out your tongue and Blood Eagle you myself. Am I understood?" Nodding furiously at Hiccup's threatening words, Harald was then released and he backed away from Hiccup's fuming gaze. "If you're unhappy that you'll now be under my command, take your people and leave, find a new place to settle and rule—"

"T-That won't be necessary... King Hiccup," Harald sighed before shaking his head. "My people don't have enough supplies and food, if we were to part ways, we'd be sailing into the unknown and I would be sentencing my people to their deaths."

Grunting, Hiccup then crossed his arms across his chest. "Ah, that means you need me," getting in Haraldson's face, the now King of Vikings spoke in a cool tone. "With the power of kingship bestowed upon me by these noble leaders, I can see to it that you and your people starve and fend for yourselves." Hiccup then snorted. "But I'm not going to do that. Like it or not, you and your people are now my people. The same is said for every Viking tribe and kingdom gathered here on my island," stepping away from Haraldson, the King of Vikings then returned to the table full of maps and charts before gesturing to a map of Europe, Hiccup pointed out to a vast section of land that was connected to Denmark. "From the traders and merchants that I've interacted with who deal in this land, they say there's vast, rich land that has been untouched by man, it would be perfect for our people to begin anew. It's called Germany, and it's where I believe we can begin again and prosper."

"The Christians are expanding to new lands with each passing day, this... Germany is neighbors with the Franks. And if we've learned anything from the past, the Franks are a formidable opponent," one of the Viking queens stated, causing every Viking to grunt and hum in agreement. "What if Germany is overrun by the Christians?"

Hiccup pointed to England. "We go to England first and convince the Vikings who've settled there to join us. After all, the remaining kings of the English kingdoms have been trying to expel our people from their lands for decades, I have no doubt that any Vikings or Danes who desire a new homeland will want to join us," he then shrugged. "Once our numbers continue to swell, we go to Germany, and if the Christians or anyone is brazen enough to challenge us and the dragons, we'll deal with them, as Vikings." A chorus of "ayes" filled the air, causing Hiccup to nod. "Then it's settled. Inform your people of our plan, we leave these lands at dawn tomorrow."

Before leaving, however, the leaders of the Viking people watched as Gothi and the hofgothi returned with a crown suited for a king. After praying to the gods to bless the Scandinavian people's future, Gothi crowned Hiccup and every Viking leader began banging their fists against the table, signifying their respect and loyalty to their new king, everyone except for Haraldson and a few other Viking leaders. After dismissing his people, Hiccup was hugged from behind by Gobber, causing the young king to yelp when he was lifted off of his feet.

"Oh, lad, if Stoick were here with us now, he'd be so proud of you," Gobber then set his old blacksmith apprentice down and offered him a crooked grin. "Anything you need, my king, don't be shy."

Smiling, Hiccup patted his old mentor's back. "Thank you, Gobber. I know that if my father were still with us, he'd be supporting me in every way he can," he then looked to his friends and gave them a smile and nod. "You all can go now, get some rest. The day ahead of us will be long." Obeying the command of their king, everyone left, but not before offering more congratulations.

Valka gave her son a kiss on the forehead and smiled warmly at him. "I'll see you in the morning, my king," she said in a playful manner while bowing her head. Hiccup rolled his eyes but smiled at his mother's playfulness before he bid her goodnight. After sharing a kiss with Astrid and placing one on Zephyr's forehead, Valka left, leaving the King of Vikings alone with his wife and daughter.

"Looks like our daughter is out like a light," Astrid chuckled softly while cradling Zephyr against her breasts. "I'm going to place her in bed in the back." Nodding at his wife, Hiccup watched as his wife made her way to the bedroom that had been made whenever the two of them would be far too tired to walk back to their own house.

While looking over the maps, Hiccup removed the crown that had been placed on his head not long ago, he found it hard to believe that he was not only a king, but now he was king over all Scandinavian people. This new responsibility was another weight that had been placed on Hiccup's shoulders, and although he despised the duty of leading, he knew that he needed to step up and ensure the Viking people aren't erased from history.

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."

Chuckling softly, Hiccup recalled his father's words of wisdom echo in his mind, and although he favored freedom to explore new lands and discover new species of dragons, the King of Vikings knew his desires would have to come last, especially when the lives of his people mattered. Not only did Hiccup now need to worry about the lives of his fellow Vikings as well as the dragons, but he also knew the perils of being king, he knew that assassins or mercenaries would be sent to take his life and the life of his mother, wife, and daughter, effectively eliminating his bloodline.

Strong arms wrapped around Hiccup's middle, causing him to sigh as Astrid embraced him from behind. "You're stressed," her statement caused Hiccup to snort and roll his eyes. Pressing her lips against the back of his neck, the king then inhaled sharply when his wife's hand then cupped his groin while purring against his ear. "Let me relax you, my king."

"A-Astrid—"

"Shh, relax, babe. I've got you," Astrid slipped her hand into her husband's pants and the both of them moaned as she grasped his cock which was growing more erect by the second. While massaging her husband's groin, Astrid bit her bottom lip and exhaled in a husky tone. "Gods, you're so hard, babe. Let me get you out of those pants." Moaning in relief when Astrid yanked down his pants and undergarments in one hard tug, she then began expertly stroking him from base to tip.

Closing his eyes, Hiccup moaned in delight at his wife's touch, despite the fact that anyone could barge in on them, Hiccup could care less in this heated moment he was sharing with his goddess of a wife. Pre-cum wept from his tip, serving as a lubricant for Astrid to increase her strokes until her hand was almost a blur. Releasing a pitiful whine when Astrid ceased her ministrations, the young king allowed his wife to take off his fur cloak, leather armor, and tunic while he stepped out of his right boot, leaving him shamelessly naked.

Spinning him around to face her, the Queen of Vikings pulled her husband in for a deep, passionate kiss, causing him to groan in contentment while he too returned her kiss. Eventually, Astrid pulled away from his lips and soon began descending down to his razor-sharp jawline, his jugular, and his chest. Hiccup gasped as Astrid lapped his nipples, her skilled fingers dancing over his hips and thighs, and then slowly wandered back down to his pulsing cock and balls. Growling that he was the only one undressed, Hiccup tugged at Astrid's blue short-sleeved tunic, her signature spiked skirt, her knee-high fur boots, and the white fur cape around her shoulders until she too was naked. Suddenly grabbing two handfuls of his wife's pert backside, Hiccup lifted her off her feet and laid her on top of the maps and charts. The sight of his naked wife radiating in the firelight with her azure eyes burning with love and desire for him made Hiccup growl in desire, causing Astrid to grin.

"Like what you see, my king?"

Kneeling before his wife, Hiccup murmured against her right thigh. "I do," savoring the moans of anticipation from Astrid, the king then ghosted over her sopping sex. "Now, just lay there, and let your king worship you like the goddess that you are." Releasing a chuckle and moan at the same time, Astrid threw her head back and placed a hand in Hiccup's hair as he began to devour her as if he'd never have the chance to do so again. Taking hold of her legs, the king threw them over his shoulders and intensified his ministrations, his tongue delving deep into her folds and collecting her sweet nectar. Seeing his wife writhe and moan against the maps made Hiccup fully erect, just as he and his new subjects had made plans to conquer a vast section of Europe, here he was, conquering his wife with his tongue.

"G-Gods, yes! Hiccup, you're so good with tongue," Astrid mewled while clawing the maps and table beneath her. "Ah! H-Hiccup!" The whimpers that came out of his wife's mouth told Hiccup that her climax was approaching, so he continued to drive his wife towards that cliff's edge until she finally reached her climax. While she was catching her breath, Astrid's eyes were closed, but they opened again when Hiccup pressed his lips against hers. Moaning at the taste of herself on his tongue, Astrid wrapped her arms around her husband's broad shoulders, pulling him on top of her. While the two of them slid against each other, Astrid reached down between them, taking hold of her husband's cock, and guiding him to her wet center until he slid inside her.

The heat. The tight grip of smooth muscles. The sight of Astrid's flushed face, so utterly debauched caused Hiccup to release a ragged moan. Gazing into her eyes with each thrust, Hiccup could see Astrid beaming up at him, she reached up to caress his face, and he leaned into her touch while pressing a tender kiss against her palm. Taking hold of her legs, Hiccup continued to thrust into the silken heat of Astrid's sex, causing him to close his eyes and savor the moans of pleasure that came from his wife and the blissful sensations that threatened to consume him. Astrid's husky voice when she begged him to go on and take her, the way their intertwined hands pressed to the table, and the rhythm of their heavy breathing and sweaty skin slapping against each other. The way they kissed and rutted, pressing and clutching each other, it was like a spell.

Perfection.

Astrid then began massaging her own breasts while encouraging her husband to continue with coy eyes and a mischievous smile. She then shrieked in laughter when Hiccup lifted her off of the table and carried her without detaching her from his cock. Now finding herself pinned against a nearby pillar, Astrid found that in this position, she and Hiccup were exposed and that anybody could walk in on them at any moment. But that only added to the thrill and excitement, because despite what anyone would say, she was Hiccup's wife, and she was unashamed to be intimate with her husband no matter where they were.

"Look at me, Milady," opening her eyes after savoring the immense pleasure washing over her, Astrid could see Hiccup's gorgeous forest green eyes were brimming with love for her, but also that his pupils threatened to consume his iris'. "I would look into those gorgeous eyes of yours, knowing that no other man in Midgard can reduce you into such a wanton state like I can."

"Yes. No man can or ever will make me reach bliss like you, babe," cupping her husband's face, she beamed. "No man, but you." The two then came in for a deep, heated kiss while Hiccup continued to thrust up into his wife and Astrid would meet his thrusts by lifting herself off of his cock and then coming back down on him. The lewd sound of sweaty skin slapping against each other, their moans entwining together, and the scent of their lovemaking were what drove Hiccup home, he groaned loudly against his wife's lips and planted rope after rope of seed inside his wife's womb. Feeling his seed inside her made Astrid moan weakly against Hiccup's lips and she too reached her climax, she felt lightheaded, but thankfully Hiccup kept her pinned and secured against the pillar until her vision cleared and she no longer felt unsteady.

Once the feeling of their climaxes had faded, the two Haddocks collected their clothes and made their way into the bedroom. The day had been long and exhausting, and although the prospect of having another round of lovemaking was tempting, they needed to be prepared to depart Scandinavia at dawn.

"So, what was that for?" Hiccup inquired after a long but comfortable silence while settling in bed.

Turning to her husband, Astrid gave him a look of mock offense. "Can't a wife show her husband how much she loves him?" She then continued. "After all, you're stressed. With our world coming to an end, I wanted to help relieve you of the stress on your shoulders." She then snuggled against Hiccup, he pulled her close, kiss her sweaty brow and murmur words of love against her head, causing her to sigh in contentment.

"Hiccup, I know that you already have enough to worry about: the continued survival of our people, the burden of kingship, the continued safety of the dragons, and where we Vikings settle and thrive, but what of the Haddock bloodline?"

"What of it?"

"Every king needs more than one heir, yes, we have Zephyr, and I love her with all my heart, but what if she died of the plague or by some unfortunate tragedy?"

Sitting up, Hiccup gave his wife a reassuring look. "My bloodline is secured, Astrid. With you, the woman of my heart's desire. Unless, you're suggesting that I..." his eyes widened in realization at what Astrid was getting at. He then gave her a disbelieving look. "A harem? You want me to establish a harem?"

"Now that you're king of all Vikings, you need to ensure the Haddock bloodline remains strong, especially now that you're the king. What if assassins came and managed to kill you, Valka, me, and our daughter? The Haddock bloodline would be no more. I'm suggesting a harem because even though I would love nothing more than to bear your children, eventually, someone will send worthless men to take our lives, and we need to be real with ourselves and dwell on the possibility that I may die because of an assassination attempt on your life," Astrid said while shrugging. "If you don't want to establish a harem, you don't have to, I'm just offering a suggestion. Just... think about it, and if you decide to go through with this, I won't be jealous, but I'll constantly remind you that I'm your first and the Queen of Vikings, which means I stand in higher regard, no matter what woman you choose to produce heirs with." She then kissed Hiccup one last time before falling asleep on her husband's chest.

For Hiccup, the prospect of having a harem was insane, almost laughable. The only woman he had eyes for was Astrid, she was his first love even as children, and throughout the years of battle, adventure, and near-death experiences, they shared together only brought them closer until they finally decided to enter a proper Viking marriage. Not only did Hiccup have the most beautiful woman in Midgard as his wife, but he was blessed with a beautiful daughter, Zephyr. It's hard to believe that he had a family of his own, the gods had truly blessed him in that regard.

However, the threat of plague and attrition, thanks to starvation not only threatened the Viking people who had sworn fealty to Hiccup but also threatened the future generation of dragons and the Scandinavian people, including his own children. Surely, the gods wouldn't be so cruel and rob him of his only child in such a short time, would they?

As Hiccup finally succumbed to sleep, he decided he would follow Astrid's crazy suggestion and begin a harem. He would start small, of course, and if it didn't flourish then Hiccup would dismantle it.

But that was tomorrow's problem, tonight, he would savor much-needed sleep with his one true love, Astrid, by his side.

A/N: This story is a multiverse story, so women from medieval times or around this era are gonna be in the mix, as well as some... surprises that you'll see eventually. If you have any suggestions on who else Hiccup could have sex with or add to his harem, don't be shy to leave feedback. Hope you guys enjoyed this teaser chapter!

#httyd #hiccstrid #viggo grimborn #how to train your dragon #multifandom writer #eret son of eret #valka haddock #tuffnut thorston #ruffnut thorston #snotlout jorgenson #fishlegs ingerman #queen mala #heather the unhinged #gobber the belch #alvin the treacherous

[superlocktvd]

Hello, So its the first Saturday since KinnPorsche Ep14, how are we doing??

Went on twitter only to see #KinnPorscheEp15 trending, fair enough to say the denial is real. I have had a lot of thoughts in the past week but somehow it has been difficult to put it into words.

KinnPorche seems like an experience no other especially with the kind of hiccups and troubles it had to go just to get aired. During the course of the series too, KinnPorche had to defend itself continuously against certain set of people discrediting the work of the entire cast and crew for every minute thing they could.

Anyhow not here to discuss the negatives. The show has set new standards for Thai Dramas for me at least. BoC has done amazing work by distributing the content they had in such an sequential manner. Every episode has its own Behind the Scenes, BoC recognized the works of not just the actors but that of the crew too.

Even today the amount of dedication this cast is showing for the concert just to put the greatest show for those who are supporting them. Going off media, practicing till they drop, living together just so they can do justice to those have showed trust and faith in their creative abilities that go beyond acting.

I am sad the show ended, however for coming days we are not deprived of the content. Also the show has brought so many wonderful writers into the fandom and Ao3 numbers continue to rise so there’s that. I still have to catchup on so many wonderful metas so yeah the hours prior set for the episode are now dedicated to the other parts of being in a fandom.

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series

[lord-radish]

I'm super tired so I'm not gonna be able to articulate this well, but the Amazon Prime dub of the final Evangelion movie is absolutely buttfuck insane from a casting perspective.

So Evangelion began in the 90's, and it made it over to America where it was dubbed and released in like 1998 or something. You have names that would live on in infamy - Spike Spencer as Shinji, for one, but also Amanda Winn-Lee voicing Rei and directing the movie dubs for End of Eva and Death & Rebirth, Allison Keith as Misato and Tiffany Grant as Asuka.

I say infamy because Shinji is traditionally seen as a very whiny character, with the general trend seeming to be that Megumi Ogata's original performance is much preferred. Amanda Winn-Lee also added some incredibly unnecessary sound effects to End of Evangelion and contributed to a commentary track that some of the real picky Eva nerds have dubbed the "Commentary of Evil" (which I personally liked). Tiffany Grant and Allison Keith are pretty well liked to my recollection, with points going to Tiffany Grant for being able to speak German; Asuka is part-German, and she speaks in German a fair bit through the show. It's fantastic casting.

You also have Josh Swasey as Gendo Ikari, though that role was actually recast a couple of times. And of particular note are these three characters named Aoba, Maya and Hyuga - they're bridge crew who have an expanded role in End of Evangelion, but who aren't major players in the show. One of them, Aoba's VA Jason C. Lee, is married to Amanda Winn-Lee.

So the show ends in like 1996, with a remastered compilation movie and a theatrical finale to the show releasing in 97 and 98 respectively. Those get dubbed and released around 2002. And that's it, that's a wrap. Everyone moves on.

In 2007, a sort of revival/sequel-ish sort of thing releases. It's the first movie in a quadrilogy of movies that aim to retell Evangelion.

The rights to Evangelion had been acquired by Funimation after the original company went bankrupt. Knowing that Evangelion is a bit of a sacred cow to anime fans, they spring on the cast: Spike Spencer, Tiffany Grant, Allison Keith and John Swasey return as Shinji, Asuka, Misato and Gendo.

A point of contention, however, was the voice of Rei.

Rei is a hugely popular character, both in Japan and in the English-speaking fandom. Amanda Winn-Lee did a great job voicing the character in this sort of creepy, sad, half-whispered falsetto. But in the five years between projects, she'd had a son with Jason C. Hall who was born with Down Syndrome and required a lot of care. She'd retired from voice-acting in order to raise and support her son.

So those other four voice actors became the only VAs to come back for the sequels - still a pretty big get. Brina Palencia took over as Rei and gave it her own spin, and you can tell that everyone has been recast but it's fine. Then the second movie comes out, it's great, dub is fan-fucking-tastic.

The issues start with the third movie. Funimation would spice the scripts up a little bit, throw in some banter or play with the wording to better communicate what was going on - as localisations are wont to do. They produce the 3.0 dub and screen it at a few anime expos in 2014, and... silence. For two years.

The story goes that Studio Khara - the studio making these sequel movies - had guys who were at these showings, and they picked up on laughter and reactions from the audience that didn't really fit in with the mood they were going for. What happened was that Studio Khara felt that the dub wasn't in line with the end product, and they scrapped the entire thing in order to work more closely with Funimation.

The dub definitely loses a bit of its bounce, but everyone's still there. The English dub releases three years after the movie originally launched in Japan.

The second hiccup happens when Evangelion comes to Netflix in 2019.

Khara scraps the ENTIRE cast.

The new dub was... polarising. I don't know how the actual performances were received, but people weren't happy about how much they toned down the gay subtext between Shinji and Kaworu. It was a much clunkier affair, similar to Evangelion 3.33, with the same in-house Khara translator working on the script. I haven't seen it, and I don't doubt that the cast did a good job - I feel like Casey Mongillo is cool y'know. That being said, I'd been hearing Spike Spencer as Shinji since I was 12, so I wasn't interested.

So since 2013, we've had a polarising script that was delayed for years, and we had a poorly received redub for Netflix. And the question looms: what's going to happen to the fourth sequel movie?

Studio Khara personally chose the Netflix cast. They made the decision to scrap the Funimation cast, comprised in part by some of the original English voice cast, and to do it themselves from scratch. That wasn't a popular move. Now you have a movie that's coming down the pipe, release date unknown, that caps off a 10+ year long movie series and ultimately, definitively, brings the Neon Genesis Evangelion series to an end.

So what in the name of fuck is going to happen? The sequel movies haven't been redubbed by the Netflix cast yet. Are they going to do the final movie with the Netflix cast and leave the first three movies untouched? Are they gonna dub over the first three movies in the lead-up to the final one and have the Netflix cast ostensibly become the definitive English voice cast?

Finally, the final movie is announced and details start to drop about the localisation.

Amazon Prime Video is releasing the movie. The voice director for 3.33 and the Netflix dub is doing the final movie.

EVERYONE FROM THE 90'S DUB IS COMING BACK.

Okay, caveat - not everyone. The woman who voiced Ritsuko Akagi retired in 2004, and some of the VAs have died since. They also replace a bunch of the Funimation cast with brand new actors for some reason.

But I'm talking Spike Spencer, Tiffany Grant, Allison Keith and Jason Swasey - those four original voices who'd gone from the original show to this final movie.

I'm talking Amanda Winn-Lee, the original VA for Rei Ayanami, who hadn't voice-acted in years. I'm talking Jason C. Lee as Aoba. Brett Weaver as Toji Suzuhara was just showing off at that point.

They didn't get *everyone*, but you've gotta understand that the people they got back were huge. It's like if they got the original voice of Skeletor to be Skeletor in a revival of Masters of the Universe. It's like if they had a cameo from Jack Nicholson as Jack Torrance in Doctor Sleep. And the other cast, like Aoba and fucking Toji, are like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. It fucking owned.

The worst part is that I didn't even realise it was Rei's original voice until the end credits. I just fell into the rhythm of the movie and pogged at the credits, though hearing Aoba for the first time I was like "wait holy shit, did they get him too?!".

I don't support Amazon, but I've gotta say that the dub of that final movie was a Hail Mary. Clunky localiser aside, it was a fantastic movie in general and I really appreciated that Spike and the other long-standing VAs got to finish out the series. Again, these guys had been with the franchise for over 20 years at this point. It was a really good feeling.

#neon genesis evangelion #evangelion

[shipmistress9]

Sex Toy Advent Calendar: Day 8: Black Net Of Nothing

Fandom: HTTYD

Rating: E

Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid

Words: 1823 (Part 1)

Summary: Day 8 of the Sex Toy Advent Calendar. A piece of sexy lingerie causes Hiccup's brain to stop working.

AN: What's this? Another part in time after all? Yep. I had a fantastic writing boost yesterday, whoohooow! 🎉😁 However, this day has turned into a two-parter, and I can only hope I can get the second part done soon as well. Until then, I hope you enjoy this little treat. 😊

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When their alarm ringed that morning, Hiccup still felt sore. The previous day had been quite a toll on his body, and even though he’d protested, he was actually glad he didn’t have to go to work today.

Just too bad that Astrid wasn’t as lucky.

But at least she was in a better mood this morning than yesterday. Without any complaints, she rolled around and turned the alarm off, yawning and stretching.

“Even though I hate to admit it, going to bed early might have its perks,” she mumbled, still a little groggily but also with a noticeably cheerful undertone. “I almost don’t mind getting up.”

Hiccup smiled as she snuggled up to him, stealing a sleepy kiss. He wouldn’t have minded keeping her here but knew they had to be reasonable.

“Come one,” he said with a light swat to her bare ass. “Getting up might suck, but remember. There’s another box waiting for us.”

That worked like a charm. Within seconds, Astrid was up, all but jumping up and down in anticipation.

Chuckling quietly, Hiccup sat up as well. “Go ahead,” he said as he reached for his prosthetic. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He needed a moment to attach his leg—Astrid’s massage last night had done wonders. As long as he didn’t use his leg too much, he’d be fine—but also to quiet down his morning wood. His body was well aware that he was in no hurry to get to work today, but it obviously didn’t consider that Astrid had to leave soon. There was no time for this now.

When he followed Astrid to their living room, she already had today’s box in her hand. It was black, golden letters spelling out the word ‘eight’, and relatively large.

“It’s so light,” Astrid mused as he reached her, throwing it into the air and catching it again to prove her point. “I wonder what it could be.”

“Only one way to find out,” Hiccup teased.

Astrid stuck her tongue out at him, then opened the box. Inside was a clear bag filled with what looked like… an incomprehensible mess of black strings?

“Okay, what’s that supposed to be?” Astrid asked, frowning as she pulled the strings out. “These are too chaotic to be bondage gear.”

But Hiccup couldn’t answer. His mouth had gone dry, understanding in an instant what it was she was holding in her hands. “I think,” he said, voice rough with instant want. “I think it’s something to wear. For you.”

“Are you sure?” With her head cocked in confusion, she held the mess higher and shook it a little to loosen the strands. They disentangled, cascading down, and understanding dawned in her eyes. “Oh,” she made. She looked up with a grin that quickly turned into a devious smirk. “Oh! Now, look at that. Seems like you’re very interested in today’s gift.”

Hiccup swallowed, his mind unable to form coherent words. Just the idea of Astrid wearing something like this, tempting lace and strings hugging her body without hiding anything. His breathing quickened, his gaze zeroing in on the black net of nothing.

Oh, he was so fucked!

He didn’t even notice Astrid stepping closer, only groaned pitifully when she rubbed his throbbing erection through his pyjama bottoms.

“Do you want me to try it on?” she asked, only a low whisper in his ear.

His answer was nothing but a needy groan. He should tell her no, that they had no time for this before she had to go to work. But such reasonable thoughts had no space in his head right now. Instead, it was filled with images of Astrid in all kinds of different body stockings, one more alluring than the next. What would it be? How much would the lace actually cover and how see-through would it be? Where would the thicker strings highlight Astrid’s divine body?

His mind was going in circles, caught in what seemed to be a so far undiscovered kink of his, until Astrid demandingly tapped his shoulder to draw his attention. Fighting to reign in his inappropriate thoughts, he turned toward her, determined to behave, at least for her sake.

Until he saw her.

“And? What do you say?” she asked, slowly turning around on the spot to show off her new attire. Wow, he must have been out longer than he’d thought.

“Uh…” he grunted unintelligibly, his mind definitely still not working again. How could it?

Bands of fabric thinner than a finger criss-crossed her body in more or less straight lines, holding the garment together—if one could even call it that. In between those lines, black lace covered her upper chest, her legs up the thighs, and other random bits every here and there, a pattern of swirling lines embedded in the sheer fabric. In other places, naked skin stayed uncovered or was teasingly hidden by barely-there even thinner lace. Her breasts, however, were completely free, as was her ass and her crotch, only single straps connecting the legs with the upper part.

“I take that as a ‘I like it’,” Astrid said, teasingly swaying her hips as she came closer.

Hiccup still didn’t remember how to form words, the blood in his cock pulsing too demandingly to focus on anything else. He couldn’t even resist as she walked him against the wall behind him, his hands feebly clutching at her waist. Feeling her heat through the mace of fabric even gave him an extra kick, and he groaned, throwing her a helpless pleading look. He didn’t even know what he wanted from her, only that, whatever he had to do, she’d have to guide him to it.

Astrid smirked. “Oh, wow. This is really getting to you, huh? A shame I never thought of getting something like this before. Ah, well, but that’s what this calendar is for, right?” She giggled, her fingers running along his jaw, across his lips. “So, how about…” She leaned a little closer. “You fuck me now, right here against the wall. You look like it won’t take long, so I’ll still have enough time to get ready. Or we could go over to the mirror, so you can see more?”

Hiccup growled. Fuck, if she didn’t stop talking, he’d quite possibly come with no further stimulation. His grip on her hips tightened, and he pushed her over to the floor-length mirror, too far gone to even think about turning her suggestion down.

She moaned when he turned her around, always fond of such rougher handling, but made him pause, nonetheless. “Here, use this.”

She handed him a condom, and he took it without arguing. A smart idea, avoiding any mess to save time. Pushing his waistband down just enough, he used his other hand to test how ready she was. No matter how high his lust was already boiling and how little time they had, he’d always make sure she was ready first. Luckily, she wouldn’t need any preparation; he found her slick and wet already, moaning wantonly as he easily pushed two fingers into her. With quick and practised motions, he rolled the condom over his shaft, then settled behind her.

There was no foreplay, no teasing, no fooling around. Hiccup pushed into her with one careful but steady motion, moaning when he bottomed out inside her.

“Fuck!” he grunted, burying his face in her hair and against her shoulder. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, do you know that?”

Astrid laughed breezily, her hand taking his and moving it to her breast. “I do. Now, fuck me.”

That was something Hiccup didn’t need to be told twice. Holding on to her, he pulled out almost completely, then thrust back in with enthusiasm, unable to hold back any longer. Gods, she felt so good.

Astrid’s moans were music to his ears as he fucked her, hard and fast. His hand playing with her nipple and his mouth on her neck drew even more noises from her, the slapping of skin on skin a steady rhythm. With his entire being, body and mind, he relished in this moment, thoroughly let himself drown in their music, in feeling her, hot around his length and quivering in his arms, in seeing her in this alluring outfit. He knew he’d feel this in his sore leg later, but for now, not even the dull pain was able to distract him.

As expected, he didn’t last long. He tried to hold back, his teeth gritted, but Astrid, sensing his efforts, shook her head.

“It’s okay,” she gasped between two thrusts, tightening around him. “Come.”

Unable to fight it any longer and with her kind-of-order, Hiccup gave in. He muffled his outcry against her neck as he released into her heated core, the intense wave of pleasure that surged through him all but searing his mind.

Fuck, this was good, so fucking good!

Coming down from his height, Hiccup pulled out, careful to not lose the condom, then stumbled back a step. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath and trying to make sense of what had just happened. As he looked up, Astrid stood in front of him, a huge grin on her face.

“Do I get it right then that you like this little ‘accessory’—” she gestured at her body, still hugged by that mesmerising body stocking, “—to the point where you completely lose your mind?”

Laughing a little embarrassed, Hiccup shrugged and rubbed at his neck. “That sounds about accurate,” he muttered. His eyes took her in once more, and he had to swallow. “I’m just. Wow! I didn’t even know these could be so sexy, and then you just…” Helplessly, he gestured at her. Even though he’d just come, the sight of her already sent a fresh wave of arousal down to his cock.

Smirking, Astrid shifted her weight from one foot to the other, moving her body in ways she had to know could drive him insane. “Well,” she said, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. “I don’t have time now for a round two, but that’s fine. I don’t mind waiting until tonight. But just so won’t get bored until then…”

She came a step closer, close enough for her lace-covered thigh to brush against his already half-hard cock.

“I’m going to keep this little darling on all day. You can think about it while you wait here and rest. About how I’m still wearing this, beneath my clothes, without anyone knowing but you. I want you to imagine me like this. And while you do that, you can think about what you want to do once I’m back here.” The gleam in her eyes grew insinuating, lustful. “And I’m looking very forward to whatever it’ll be.”

Then she turned, walking away in the bathroom’s direction. Following her with his eyes, Hiccup let out a shuddering breath.

This would be a long day.

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AN: As I said, there's a part two coming as well. After the previous day, Hiccup promised to make it up to Astrid, after all. 😏

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The Actor

Long story short, if you haven’t followed @fangirltothefullest by now, I highly recommend that you do so right now immediately. She’s a very talented artist who has made all sorts of gorgeous fanart for a variety of fandoms. Now, those of you who are already following her probably know about the Sanders Sides/ Little Nightmares AU she’s recently created. Little Nightmares is one of my all-time favorite games, and ever since Little Nightmares 2 came out, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how I NEEDED to write for it somehow.

So, this is the start of a short series of snippets that I will be writing alongside Tashi’s drawings. Some may take a bit longer to post than others, but I will make an effort to finish them in time with when the art is posted. Once again, this AU is the product of @fangirltothefullest, not me. I’m just taking inspiration from her ideas. With all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this snippet and the ones to come!

(Psst! You can also find this story and the ones to follow it at https://archiveofourown.org/users/WouldntYou_Like2Know)

(Trigger Warnings: descriptions of body horror, mentions of crying and self-deprecation, mentions of broken glass, mentions of blood. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

Red leaned heavily against the mirror, head hanging. It was difficult to breathe without hiccuping--his little gasps for air sounded desperate and shallow.

Stop it. Stop it right now.

A whimper rose crept from his throat before he caught it. Why was he shaking?

Why are you always so pathetic?

That voice in the back of his head. . .was that his voice? It didn’t sound like his voice--or maybe he didn’t want to think it did. Was he thinking that? Why would he? He knew he had talent--he knew what he could do and he was proud of it!

. . .Wasn’t he?

You’ll never get to go onstage looking like that.

When he finally peered at his reflection, a pair of watery, pink-rimmed eyes stared back. He blinked and scrubbed at his face as though it would make the burning, stinging sensation go away. It didn’t. Because of course it didn’t.

Red wiped his nose on the sleeve of his coat, leaving a wet smear. He gazed at himself again.

His face was flushed, eyes still puffy. Visible streaks glistened against the skin of his cheeks. The normally well-kempt hair on his head was frizzy and tangled.

___

The creature towered over him, veiled by shadows. At first, Thomas was sure he’d been caught. He couldn’t help but freeze in place as the creature slowly stepped closer, his heart more or less threatening to explode in his chest at any given moment. Thomas waited to be snatched up off the floor like a pest, to be crushed or eaten or dismembered, or. . .or. . .

Why wasn’t that thing looking at him? It was coming right towards him, wasn’t it? Why wasn’t it moving any faster? Why wasn’t it reaching out for him?

Never one to look a gift-miracle in the mouth, Thomas raced to one of the moldy cardboard boxes near the edge of the stage, curling into a ball on the side that wasn’t visible. 

And just in the nick of time, too--the huge footsteps came to an abrupt halt, followed by a rumbling murmur from somewhere above him. Thomas squeezed his eyes shut, once again bracing himself for vertigo and a painful death. Neither came, and although the following seconds felt like hours apiece, that rhythmic thudding across the stage eventually started up again.

Thomas re-opened his eyes, and gathered whatever courage he had left to just barely peek around the corner of the box. What he saw next made him give pause, not out of fear, but simple confusion. The creature’s legs were facing his direction. Its torso, however, was pointing towards the ceiling, back arched in a way that suggested the spinal cord inside was broken. Its head was too far away to be seen, and its arms were stretching out behind it to rummage through one of the other boxes.

Thomas may have been fast and strong, but he’d never been very flexible. Of the few times he’d attempted to stretch his back, he remembered it being difficult, remembered it feeling almost painful but not quite, remembered panicking that he’d break something important if he continued.

So why--or how--was this thing doing just that so casually?  

Thomas held back a scream as the creature suddenly stood tall again, a chorus of sickeningly audible pops and cracks eliciting from all over its body. As he craned his neck to look up, up, up, it finally became clear: the creature’s head, as well as its arms, were on backwards.

The creature resumed its movements, and Thomas had to maneuver himself around the box as to keep watching it without being spotted. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, it was much easier to make out more details than he’d realized there were to make out.

The creature was dressed in some kind of formal suit: the fabric must’ve been white at some point, as the stains and wrinkles and holes were practically begging to be stared at. The sleeves of this suit were long and billowing, possibly meant to be flattering as they hung from the creature’s elbows. Fraying tassels (which Thomas assumed had once been made to look like gold) stretched across the front of the suit in a row, partially hidden by a wine-colored sash, ending just above a brown leather belt fitting snugly around the creature’s waist. A long, dramatic tailcoat fluttered over the floor as the creature moved, showcasing the heeled boots that hugged its calves.

Now, even though this getup was clearly very old and clearly very ruined, it still gave the image of something endearing, like a costume that had been worn in a variety of performances and had been well-loved by both its wearer and their peers.

But then. . .then you saw the rest of its current wearer.

___

Red’s bottom lip began to tremble. He watched as his expression twisted, a rush of emotion flooding through him so quickly, too quickly.

Get a hold of yourself. They already think you’re stupid enough--don’t embarass yourself further by proving them right.

Red shook his head, then bared his teeth in a snarl. He felt his hands curl into fists as they hung at his sides. Then, without quite knowing what he was doing or why he was doing it, one of Red’s hands lashed out and struck the mirror, making the glass wobble and reverberate.

A dull ache blossomed throughout his knuckles. Red cried out and swatted his hand through the air, taking a step back.

Good actors don’t act like you are right now.

And all at once, the anger was back.

Red leapt at the mirror and punched at his reflection. First with the left hand, then with the right.

Tears were flowing freely from his eyes, but Red was ignoring them now. Both them and the growing pain in hands.

The only thing that mattered was that his rage needed to be taken out on something other than himself for once.

No audience will ever want to watch you.

His eyes widened at the sight of the glass starting to yield to him, as a spiderweb crack materialized under his fist. Red didn’t even notice how blood was starting to ooze from fresh cuts on his fingers.

___

The creature’s arms and legs were already just a bit too long; its hands only added to that with spidery, skeletal claws in the place of fingers.

Thomas swallowed a lump in his throat. There was something in the creature’s grasp, but due to how it was roughly his size, Thomas couldn’t tell whether the object was a broken doll or an old corpse.

The creature paced around the stage rather aimlessly, moving with a stiff-jointed gait akin to that of a marionette. Thomas startled badly as the creature’s footfalls were suddenly drowned out by a booming, cacophonous sound that should’ve come from the throat of some alien bird. It alternated between pitches, pausing for only a short few seconds before continuing on.

As Thomas watched, debating on whether or not he could afford to plug his ears, he noticed how the creature was timing its movements with the noise. It slowly spun on its heels in favor of simply turning, weaving its hands about in an odd, intricate pattern that was jeopardized by herky-jerky motions.

Thomas blinked, then tilted his head as he realized that music was flowing into the air from somewhere unseen. It was slow, warped, sad yet set to a lighthearted tune. Like an antique music box whose interior had gone rusty.

Did the creature think it was. . .singing? Was it trying to act?

___

Red gave a startled yelp as the center of the mirror suddenly shattered inwards, forcing him to bring an abrupt halt to his outburst as he stumbled and fell through the new opening. The carpeted floor turned hard and cold as he collapsed. Red blinked and slowly got to his feet, hissing at the throbbing sensation in his fingers and palms. He glanced over his shoulder at the broken mirror, which now allowed artificial light to peek into this otherwise pitch-black new environment. A small gasp escaped his lips as he turned in a full circle, squinted at a variety of unfamiliar objects cluttered here and there throughout the shadows.

That mirror had been a two-way one. And this room had been hidden behind it.

Red’s eyes wandered about, anger long forgotten in favor of growing curiosity. The walls in here seemed to be made of shelves upon shelves holding more than a dozen cardboard boxes, and he could see little bits of whatever miscellaneous stuff was being kept in those boxes poking out through the tops.

What really caught his attention, however, was a mask propped up against the far corner of the wall. Red hadn’t even realized that he’d been approaching this mask until he was close enough to touch it.

It seemed to have been made from cream-colored porcelain, which slightly shone in the dim light. It looked expensive, antique, but also a bit plain; Red found himself smiling at the thought of being able to paint flowers along the forehead and cheeks.

It was also clearly meant for a grown-up to wear, seeing as it was three times the size of Red’s entire head.

Red chose to ignore this  for whatever reason as he moved around to the side, as he stretched his arms to carefully turn the mask over and hoist it up, as he unconsciously looked at the world through the eye-holes. . .

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Thomas glanced at the creature’s face, and his jaw dropped to the floor as a pair of dark, dead eyes drilled into his own from across the stage. He made to run again, before he paralyzed himself, but stopped short.

Wait. . .those eyes weren’t dark. . .they were missing! The creature’s eye sockets were completely hollow! Thomas chewed his lip and squinted, looking closer.

Were those cracks in the creature’s skin? Was that even skin at all?

. . .No, it couldn’t be. . .

The nose was too small, the lips too delicate--they weren’t even moving as the creature vocalized.

It was as though the creature’s facial aspects had been carefully sculpted. . .

Those weren’t its features.

The creature was wearing a mask.

Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas caught a glimpse of something shiny. He followed the reflective light and discovered six long, jagged shards of glass protruding from the creature’s hair like a twisted crown. But the shards clearly shouldn’t have been able to balance the way they did, to actually stand firm the way they did. It only made sense once Thomas discovered how one of the shards was actually sticking out from the top of the mask, around where the creature’s temple would’ve been. Like the shard had been forcefully driven through what looked to be porcelain.

Whatever was truly behind that mask. . .those shards were stabbing into its scalp to keep said mask from falling off.

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Closure

Part Nine to Home

Atsumu x Fem Reader, Suna x Fem Reader, Hinata x Fem Reader

Summary: it’s been so long since you’ve seen each other it’s time for closure

Warnings: angst just angst

A/N : okay first thank you to everyone who has been checking on me thank you so much for all your support. I’m so sorry it took so long to update. It’s been a rough month for me. I’ve been dealing with a lot of depression and personal struggles. So I haven’t had the energy to write. I was finally able to put this together sorry it’s extremely unedited and also sorry if it’s not what you were expecting. I will be writing more to this however I can not say how quickly I will be able to get out the chapters. Again sorry for the inconvenience.

Part Eight: Hope

Your heart beated rapidly as you stared across at Atsumu. It had been months since you had seen your former lover and as much as you wished you were over him it still hurt. Looking at him he hadn’t changed much still as handsome as ever. Although he seemed more sullen not nearly as peppy as he used to be. His Hair had grown out a little more shaggy than it had been , and there were slight bags under his eyes.

The setter sat across from you eyes trained on the drinks sitting in his hands that he had yet to sip from. You could feel the warmth of your coffee through the palm of your hands. A sad grin graced your face. He had ordered your favorite. After all this time he still remembers. That small smile was the only contrast to the somber intensity of this reunion.

Atsumu cleared his throat breaking you from your trance. “I owe you the biggest apology ever, YN, I am so so sorry for what I did,” he stated his voice shaky. He paused looking up at you unshed tear building in his eyes. “ what I did to you was unforgivable I know that, I was the biggest ass to you when all you ever did was support me. I was selfish and I want you to know I’ll never ask you to forgive me because I will never forgive myself.” Atsumu could feel his cheeks becoming damp as he quickly wiped away his tears. He knew he had no right to be sad. He took a deep breath ready to continue his apology when a small whimper escaped you. When your eyes met his he could see the trail out tears streaming down your face. It pained him to see you like this. You had never given him the chance to see your pain before.

Your throat felt tight as you tried to form your words. Part of you wanted to scream at him and tell him how shitty of a person he is. Who cares that he’s sorry it doesn’t change things. But you care. God do you feel like an idiot for doing so but you do. You loved this man for years of you’re life. And no matter the pain he put you through it still hurt to see him like this. You had never seen Atsumu cry in the 6 years of being with him. So seeing him so destroyed right in front of you was a complete shock.

“Why,” you finally chocked out.

“Because you never deserved what I put you through-” he began

“NO,” you snapped losing your composure for a moment. “Why did you do it!”

His eyes grew wide understanding your meaning.

“Why Atsumu! What did I do? Where did i go wrong! Was I not good enough?” You hiccuped tearing streaming down you’re broken face.

“No!” He snapped hurt that you’d ever think of yourself that way. “No don’t you ever think that way YN! You were perfect, You were there for me no matter what, you are beautiful and smart and the kindest person I know it was not your fault!”

“Then why Sumu! Why did you ruin us!” Your voice raising an octave.

“BECAUSE I WAS WEAK!” he broke tears hot tears falling freely. “I was weak and selfish! You were busy and never had time for me anymore because of school. You rarely came to my games at the time. And when I was at home you were always busy studying!” He looked at your shocked expression. “But looking back it was completely unfair of me to feel like that! I know that! Going to school was your dream just like volleyball was mine! I was selfish I know that now! After these months of therapy I’ve realized I was selfish our whole relationship.” He stopped catching his breath and calming down. He didn’t want to be the impulsive man he used to be. This maybe the last time he speaks to you he doesn’t want to ruin it by being heated.

You waited as he calmed himself. Observing the man in front of you. While he may look like him the man in front of you was not the Atsumu Miya you knew. You could see that clearly now. The man you knew would have brushed this off, or made round about excuses never taking responsibility. This was a new man. The Sumu you knew didn’t believe in therapy. And you have to admit you’re glad he’s getting help.

Atsumu opened his eyes looking up at you. “I know it may not seem like it YN but I love you I always have and I always will, I know I was shit at showing it but it’s true,” he sighed “but I also know that you deserve way better than me.” He took a deep breath knowing this next part would be the hardest to say. “ I know our lives overlap, in more ways than I thought apparently,” thinking back to the fact that his teammate was head over heels for you, “but i promise I won’t make your life hard, I’ll keep my distance, and if you want me completely out of your life I make sure to stay away, I won’t ever bother you if that’s what you want, although I will miss you, I want you to be happy.” He gave a soft and hopeful smile knowing this was the least that he could do.

This was not what you expected at all when choosing to meet with him. Although it was a relief in a way to have some sort of closure. He has definitely changed that much you can see. But your feelings were still so jumbled. One thing was made clear through this emotional meeting though. While part of you wanted to hate him, a big part of you still cared. But you were certain now that it wasn’t the same as before. You were sure that you had finally moved forward from your love of Atsumu Miya. Yes you still cared deeply for him but he no longer held your heart.

Looking down at your cup of coffee you finally allowed yourself a sip of the sweet liquid relishing in all the memories it brought with it. Atsumu sat patiently wait for your response not wanting to rush you. Even if his lunch break was well past ended he didn’t care volleyball could wait, he owed you that. After several moments of thoughtful silence you spoke.

“I need time,” you stated. “I don’t hate you, but I’m just not ready to forgive you yet, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for you to be in my life. Or if I ever will be, for right now I’d appreciate if you kept your distance as I continue to heal and reach my decision.”

The setter nodded accepting your choice. He stood slowly making sure to give a good long look to the woman he loved knowing this may be the last time you speak. “This is goodbye then,” he sighs giving you a small nod to which you return. He goes to leave with a heavy heart. He stops turning back to you. Your attention is fully on him still.

“He really cares about you ya know,” he gives a small smile and wave before turning around and finally walking away.

You hadn’t expected those words from him. A small giggled left your lips. You had no clue which man he meant.

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[fictionalnormalcy]

I’m trying to get it to dawn on myself now. I mean, I am still going to go through with it, watching those movies with Alfred Molina. I already know he has a vast range, but the movies I’ve got will also show me just how well he plays characters of different cultures.

What I need to adjust to, is that I need to stop thinking that Jay Baruchel and Alfred Molina actually have a friendship from working together.

Thursday and Friday, I was scouring Google for evidence that they enjoyed working together and hence why we came to see such a wonderful dynamic in RTTE and The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. I came to do so because I had told a friend what I was doing and she helped me realize I could go at it from a different angle. Instead of seeing if Molina had something to say about Jay, I could try to see if Jay had something to say about Molina.

I went your basic way, just typed in ‘Alfred Molina and Jay Baruchel’ into the search bar. Obviously I got nothing but The Sorcerer’s Apprentice stuff, and it was a lot of pages to cover. Definitely a heck of a lot of reviews popped up. Made me realize just how others perceived the movie. (I love it, and was frankly shocked that people didn’t. They were mostly comparing it to Harry Potter, and to me the stories differ greatly.) But there were some good things in that hours-long scouring of links.

Found a bunch of stock images from the premiere, and I kid you not Jay and Molina were standing together for practically all of them. Only saw one that didn’t have them shoulder to shoulder.

I also managed to find an interview where Molina gave his perspective on working on the movie. Managed to find this gem.

Like just look at this. He really does have such a great view of Jay. Frankly, much better than the ones who critiqued the movie did. Read a majority where they said that Jay would actually be able to get somewhere in his acting career if he stopped playing geeky characters. The freaking bastards.

And okay, I know these things about Molina in the context of this. He LOVES playing villains. Based on his filmography he’s played various kinds of villains. I still haven’t watched the movies but I’ve gained enough of a sense of it. He was honored to be invited to take part in the HTTYD franchise. Then there was that quote I found that I mentioned in another post, where he said he would take the opportunity of playing Viggo to voice this villain as different than anything he’s ever voiced before.

With Jay, I found no interviews where he mentioned Molina. At least not so far. There were two I found that he did with Craig Ferguson, who coincidentally voiced Gobber from the movies. And from the interviews that were done two years apart, Craig brought up HTTYD and The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Turns out Craig seriously loves that movie. But when discussing the Disney live-action, they would bring up Jay working with Nicholas Cage, not Molina with Jay. However when I watched other Jay interviews, that were done with Canadian talk show hosts, the movies that were discussed were not either of the previously-mentioned two. It was Goon and its sequel, Tropic Thunder, and Million Dollar Baby.

I just really wish there was some fruit to reap from this. I mean, compared to other voice roles Molina has done, I found him as Viggo in Race to the Edge to be extremely valuable. He voiced the character for 19 episodes, and was the show’s central villain. RTTE got six seasons because it garnered such popularity. If that popularity hadn’t been achieved, well the show might’ve ended with Viggo falling into that volcano. But instead, we got to see Viggo reach a short-lived redemption.

I have to admit, I am still in the HTTYD fandom because of how heavily impacting RTTE was for me. To a farther extent, because of him. I saw how fascinating of a villain Viggo was after watching an episode of season 3, and decided to check out who voiced the character who was keeping Hiccup on his toes. I saw Alfred Molina listed, and at that point back then I didn’t know him that well. In searching his filmography I noticed The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Simultaneously my family and I were beginning to enjoy the movie, continuously checking it out from the library. I remember raving to my mom how it was amazing to see that the two actors had come to act together twice, and that Viggo and Hiccup had such an awesome dynamic.

I’ve come to swear that you don’t get that kind of dynamic without the actors having a history between one another.

There is one conclusion I have to force myself to grasp.

Jay Baruchel was on the receiving end of two occasions where Molina came to play a villain who was suave and intelligent, also your classic British cunning antagonist, and frankly the works are swell. But no, there really isn’t any evidence I can come upon where there was a good rapport between the two that sparked the intriguing dynamic I’m so entranced upon.

The only way I really could find some sort of verification, is if there’s an interview with either of the two pertaining directly to those projects. And judging how neither is really their shining role, that isn’t going to happen.

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[hey-there-juliet]

Random Drabble Day (2/23)

Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅

That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.

Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationship: Juke 💜

in the great scheme of life and ghosts

No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.

For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked. 

And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes. 

Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.

So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.

Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-

She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding. 

In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there. 

Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.

Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.

It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination. 

It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.

Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."

She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.

Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection. 

"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up. 

As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket. 

Almost.

***

After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.

Step into my world, 

Bittersweet love story about a girl 

Shook me to the core 

Voice like an angel, 

I've never heard before, 

- 

You and me together, it's more than chemistry 

- 

Love me as I am 

I hold your music 

Here inside my hands 

- 

You are my brightest burning star 

- 

We create Perfect Harmony.

And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?

From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.

After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.

Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground. 

Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.

***

The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.

She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.

"I think you make me a better writer." 

    "I think we make each other better."

Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her. 

Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.

Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant. 

He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter. 

She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.

She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.

-

End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)

Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao

#RDD #23 by 23 challenge #fanfic #mine #jatp #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #fic recs

[happyandticklish]

I Want To See You Smile - Part One

Notes: I decided to write something for the Gorillaz fandom, because I have fallen suddenly back into obsession over the band and needed to get it out of my system. I also would like to add that the fic holds some problematic themes concerning abuse, and that I am both aware of these themes and am working through them carefully. That being said, I hope you all enjoy! 

Summary: After a fateful encounter one day, Murdoc finds himself addicted to tickling his bandmate and doesn’t know why. 2D’s adorable reactions certainly aren’t helping. 

Murdoc wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. His face was flushed, his head was spinning, his heart was jackhammering wildly in his chest; all this from a chance encounter in the living room.

Maybe he was dying. He would have preferred that, honestly, to whatever the fuck this was.

He had discovered 2D’s body sprawled out lazily on their beaten up couch, gangly limbs thrown haphazard over its surface. In one of Murdoc’s hands was a bottle of something toxic he had just conjured up in the kitchen and in the other a journal in which he had planned to write either lyrics or obscene drawings in—he hadn’t quite decided which. Still, he couldn’t do either with the blue-haired idiot dozing off and claiming all the available seating space.

“Hey,” he said, slanting his eyes down in annoyance. “Dents. Move it.”

2D mumbled something indistinguishable in his sleep, but otherwise didn’t move. Murdoc frowned. He must really be out of it. Still, Murdoc had a mission and he wasn’t about to give up on it now. He leaned down, gripping his sides for a handhold as he attempted to shove him off. As he did, however, 2D shifted and squirmed under his touch, one hand unconsciously coming down to shove his hand away. Murdoc ignored him, readjusting his grip and tugging at his limp form. This time 2D let out a sleepy giggle, swatting at his hands once more.

“Stop,” he muttered incoherently. “It tickles.”

Murdoc’s eyes widened with realization. Ah. So that’s why he’d been acting so weird. He started to move his hands away, when an idea occurred to him—another way to get him to move. He smirked, keeping his hands on hips and squeezing with more purpose this time.

“C’mon 2D,” he teased in a low whisper. “I need to get on this couch.”

2D was moving more now, soft, breathy laughs echoing from his vocal chords, still not fully awake yet. If he was this ticklish asleep, Murdoc couldn’t imagine what he would be like awake. He squeezed again and again, poking and prodding at this one spot on his hips that had 2D spazzing. Finally, 2D’s eyes fluttered open and his frown of confusion quickly turned into a silly grin at the sensations dancing upon his skin.

“M-Muhuds?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “W-Whahat are yohou d-dohoing?”

“Getting you to move.”

“C-Cohouldn’t yohou h-hahave juhuhust ahahasked mehehe?”

“Eh. This was more fun.”

2D groaned sleepily, tired giggles slipping out unwarranted. That one spot on his hips, pursued relentlessly, was quickly becoming unbearable and his hands came down again to shove Murdoc off. Unfortunately, his grip wasn��t strong enough and he held onto Murdoc’s wrists uselessly. “Hehehe, ahaha, muhuhuds!”

“Hmm?”

“Ihihit—” 2D broke off, the tickling spiking suddenly and prompting a squeak from the man. “Ihihit tihihickles!”

“Does it now?” Murdoc teased, scratching his nails against the soft divot of skin contained there. “Well that’s quite an unfortunate situation, isn’t it?”

“Ah! Ohohohokay, ohohokay, I’ll mohohove!” 2D agreed eagerly, shoving desperately at his hands.

“Nah, I think it’s a bit too late for that now.” Murdoc hoisted a leg over him on the couch so he was no effectively straddling the other. “I’m having too much fun to stop now, and I think you need to learn your lesson about listening right away.”

 “Buhuhut yohou dihihidn’t ahahask—ahaha, nohohoho, ehehe, stahahap!”

2D fell into quick hysterics as Murdoc began ruthlessly pursuing his hips now, one hand on either side. 2D scrabbled fruitlessly to shove his hands off and when that failed he resorted to frantic squirming and writhing underneath him instead. “Wow, dents,” he muttered with a sarcastic leer. “I didn’t realize you were this sensitive. I’ll have to remember this for the future.”

“Stahaha—ahaha, ehehe, nohoho! Ihihi tihihickles tohohoo muhuhuch!” 2D’s laughter soon became a breathless stream of giggles, interspersed with hiccups here and there as he fought to control his body’s reactions. As Murdoc watched him, a strange flush began to creep its way up his neck and his stomach writhed with unexplained nerves. This was different from all those times he had tormented 2D in the past. This was something new and altogether unnerving, and Murdoc didn’t like it one bit. But even as he was tempted to stop, the sight of 2D begging and laughing under him was too appealing to quit now.

“You know, I distinctly remember Noodle being veeeery ticklish here when she was younger.” Murdoc secured one of his wrists in his hands, dragging it far above his head. “I wonder if it’s the same for you.” 

2D’s eyes widened and his struggling increased, giggling apprehensively as Murdoc’s fingers wiggled towards his defenseless pit.

“No, no, please, wait, no mohoHOHOHohore!”

2D shrieked when his fingers finally made contact, tugging frantically at his trapped arm. The other arm did its best to try to fend Murdoc off, but he would simply switch to a different spot until 2D moved to protect there instead; the second he did, however, Murdoc would simply move back to his underarms and the cycle would repeat once more.

Red-faced, writhing and babbling out incoherent pleas, 2D was quite a sight. Murdoc found himself so caught up in it that he hadn’t realized how intense he had gotten until 2D let out a frantic shriek and finally pulled his arm free. The sound snapped Murdoc out of his haze and he quickly rolled off the other, head spinning.

2D curled up on the couch, residual laughter spilling from his lips as he fought to regain some semblance of coherency. He gripped his torso protectively, skin tingling from the overload of sensation. “Hah… ha… ehehe… w-whahat was that?”

Murdoc had no answer, only that he needed to leave for fear of tickle jumping the poor man again. So instead he merely grunted, snatching up his alcohol and journal and stalking out the doorway, trying with everything in him to get the image of 2D in that helpless, strangely appealing state out of his head. 2D watched him go, confusion and leftover bliss swirling over his features.

Murdoc would have been happy to write that moment off as a one-off mess-up, a momentary lapse in judgement, had it not happened again after that. And again. And again. Every time he saw 2D, which was often when the band was squished together as it was, all he could think about was digging his fingers into his sides if only to hear that adorable yelp again.

His excuses were getting weaker as time went on, as well. “Wait, no, please!” 2D pleaded, noticing the fateful smirk on the other’s face as he backed him up against the wall. He had messed up some lyric or another during rehearsal, which at this point was all the justification Murdoc needed. The others looked on in confusion as 2d quickly fell into hysterics, Murdoc pinning him against the wall with his onslaught of tickling.

“Guhuhuys!” 2d cried, giggling wildly as Murdoc poked fingers rapid-fire into his sides. “Hehehelp m-mehehe!”

“Hey Murdoc, don’t you think we should leave him alone now?” Noodle asked hesitantly. “It wasn’t really his fault—we all mess up lyrics from time to time.”

“Lyrics?” Murdoc snapped, before remembering his original reasoning for the attack. “Yeah, well, this way he’ll learn not to do it again.”

Noodle frowned but otherwise did little to help him. It wasn’t until Russel placed a hand on his shoulder that Murdoc finally backed off. “We should probably get back to practice,” he said firmly, a warning note to his voice. Murdoc scoffed, releasing the other and letting 2D crumple to the ground in a trembling ball of nerves.

“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered, sitting back down and picking up the bass. “Let’s just get this damn song over with already.”

For every grievance imaginable, throughout the course of that strange and confusing month, 2D would find himself reduced to a squirming mess of limbs at the hands of none other than Murdoc Niccals—spent too long in the shower, called him a name, wasn’t fast enough when Murdoc asked him to get out of the way, finished the last of the potato crisps. Small, unpreventable things that ultimately Murdoc only cared about because it provided such ample excuse to wreck the other.

Over the course of that month, Murdoc also spent sufficient time trying to figure out the reason for his growing obsession. Each time he thought about it, however, a hot blush crept up his neck and a world of voices screamed at him inwardly what are you doing? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what it meant, nor why it was only tickling 2D in this way that made him feel like this. He hadn’t ever experienced anything like this in the past. Sure, he had teased and poked a couple of the girls and guys he’d dated in the past, but it was always quick, fleeting touches that ended almost instantly—just something to get a reaction. Now though, it was clearly something different. The sight of 2D shrieking and writhing under him made his body react in a way that was altogether different from how you would with your platonic bandmate whom you despised.

One night he got so fed up thinking about it that he decided to give up on sleep and head out to the kitchen to make himself something to take the edge off.

Who should he find but the man of the hour himself, the blue-haired bean pole, standing at the sink and pouring himself a glass of water.

As soon as he noticed Murdoc’s presence behind him 2D startled, quickly shutting off the faucet and edging away from him. “Oh hey, muds,” he greeted, that nervous, finnicky smile already taking over his features. Murdoc jammed his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t do anything.

“What are you doing up so late?” he grumbled, shoving past him and reaching for the various bottles of liquor littered over their countertop.

“Just getting a glass of water,” he replied cautiously. Murdoc simply grunted in response. Watching him cautiously, 2D continued to slink towards the doorway. He paused at the exit, however, hand on the doorframe. He curled his fingers in hesitation, before quickly whirling around to face the other once more.

“Aren’t you gonna…” 2D started before breaking off his sentence, clearly embarrassed.

Murdoc turned to face him, tossing back a glass of tequila—definitely not midnight appropriate, especially when he had to be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for rehearsal. “Aren’t I gonna what?”

“You know…” 2D trailed off, blushing, before awkwardly wiggling his fingers a little as a demonstration.

That same, creeping red returned to his face and Murdoc stiffened. Still, he wasn’t about to let the little upstart get the upper hand, so he said, leaning back on the counter with fake confidence, “Why? Do you want me to?”

“No, but, I mean, not entirely—” 2D stopped himself, clearly thrown for a loop. “I just meant that usually you… you know, do that. Are you… not going to anymore?”

For some reason it hadn’t occurred to Murdoc that 2D would pick up on this recurring habit of his. To have it stated so bluntly was certainly a shock to his system. The two stood in that tiny kitchen, an uncomfortable energy in the air as the silence between them increased. Murdoc tongued the inside of his cheek, debating how to phrase his next sentence.

Before he could, 2D spoke up for him. “I don’t… uh, I don’t mind, that is.” He spoke cautiously, waiting for Murdoc to snap at him or throw something. When he did neither, 2d continued, “I prefer it, over the other stuff. Also it’s… it’s sort of fun, in a way.”

Murdoc slowly sat down his liquor bottle, narrowing his eyes at the other. “Are you saying you like it when I tickle you?”

2D shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Sort of? I mean, it gets sort of intense sometimes, but even that’s, uh—” He pressed his lips together, evidently deciding that whatever he would have said next would only make the situation worse. “I liked it, yeah. Whenever you’re, you know, tickling me, I sort of get the feeling that you like doing it. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me and that’s… nice.”

Murdoc stared at him. The confession was so brutally honest in a way that only 2D could ever pull off. For some reason, that made him angry. He took a couple steps forward and 2D instinctively scuttled backwards. “Listen. I don’t tickle you because I ‘like spending time with you’, or whatever it is you’re going on about. I was doing it because—” he broke off, sneering at his own verbal incompetence. The real reason, the reason why he couldn’t get the image of 2D laughing, 2D happy, out of his head for weeks on end, floated at the edges of his consciousness. He chose to ignore it, as he did most things that made him uncomfortable. “I did it because I fucking wanted to, alright? And it has nothing to do with you or any kind of bond you think we’ve built. I do what I like, and your job is to shut the fuck up and leave me be, got it?”

2D matched his intense glare, face darkening. Where before there had been fear in his face, now there was only resignation. “Yeah. Got it.”

He snatched his water off the table, nearly fumbling and dropping it. Luckily, he managed to catch it just in time, though not without some leftover embarrassment. His drink retrieved and his smooth exit ruined, he proceeded to stalk moodily out of the kitchen.

The second he was gone Murdoc exhaled shakily, all the fight going out of his limbs. He leaned back against the counter for support, slowly sinking down to the ground. The cold linoleum felt good against his bare skin, and he chose in that moment to forget about all the crumbs and grime most likely littering the floor.

He rubbed his heels against his temples, replaying the conversation over and over again in his head like some kind of broken record player. Which in a way makes it feel like you enjoy spending time with me… It was stupid. Murdoc had never cared about the other man’s opinion before.

So why did those words make him feel like crying?

#tickle fic #gorillaz #murdoc niccals #stuart pot #2D #2doc #fanfiction #fanfic #bands #noodle #russel hobbs #tickling

[drekasal]

For the ask game... 20 and 21?

Damn it, Yoru — why you gotta hit me with the hard questions? 🤣

20. Your favorite book?

This honestly changed a lot over the years, but in recent times my favorite has to be His Majesty’s Dragon by Naomi Novik. I’ll always a enjoy a full on fantasy novel, but I am absolute glutton for historical fiction when it’s done right. In this case, the Napoleonic Wars, but with aviators who ride dragons? Hell fucking yeah, sign me up for that.

That aside, Laurence and Temeraire are right up there with Hiccup and Toothless as one of my absolute favorite dragon rider pairs, and their relationship in the book and throughout the series has definitely found its way into my own writing.

21. Your favorite show?

Ok, so I’m actually gonna have to list these out cause there’s a lot, so bear with me:

Dinosapien (2007) — The first time I watched this was back when I was 10 years old, but it’s simple premise—what if dinosaurs never went extinct—has secured a place in my imagination for years since. The last rerun was back in 2012, but a gracious uploaded the whole series to YouTube, so I’ve been rewatching the whole series for that childhood nostalgia.

The Future is Wild — Referring to both the documentary-style series that aired in 2003, and then the animated version that ran on Discovery Kids alongside Dinosapien in 2007. All three together sparked my love for speculative evolution, and while at this point they’re severely outdated, they continue to inspire me to this day. (Also, I recently discovered that TFIW got a manga as well??? 👀 Gonna have to dig for that)

Teen Titans (2003-2007) — Okay, so this series sparked a LOT of firsts with me. This was what got little baby Drek into the world of DC Comics to begin with, and where he found his first cartoon crush (#RavenSupremacy). Most importantly, however, it was what exposed me to fan culture at large, and led me to want to create my own works within that universe. As such, this series holds a VERY special place in my heart.

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts (2020) — To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t exactly sure about this series at first, and wasn’t intending on watching it until my little brother roped me into it. When he did, though...holy shit, I fell hard. The soundtrack, the setting, the art style, the characters...everything about it was just so FRESH. AND SOMEHOW THEY GOT THREE SEASONS OUT IN ONE YEAR, YET IT’S STILL AMAZING??? If that’s not downright kick-ass inspiring, I don’t know what to tell you.

Gravity Falls (2012–2016) — Two words: Grunkle Stan. That’s it. Which then leads me into...

The Owl House (2020–) — Featuring Grunkle Stan’s soulmate, Eda the Owl Lady, as well as her witch apprentice and surrogate daughter Luz Noceda, who really just speaks to me on so many freaking levels. To be honest, everything about the show does—I am fully well aware that I’m a weirdo, and unfortunately I have also gotten some shit for it when I was younger. I was that kid who stayed by themselves most of the time, lost in their world, and while I was fine with that, I still wished I had people outside my immediately family that I could be weird around. But that was ten years ago—now I’ve finally found my people, and they are every bit the super nerdy weirdos that I am. We hyperfixate together, even if we have different tastes/fandoms, and we always have each other’s back no matter what. They helped me to embrace my weirdness, and I feel The Owl House definitely reflects that part of my life. (The LGBT representation is also a major plus—I adore Lumity with my heart and soul ;;V;;)

Hilda (2018–2021) — This show is like a warm fuzzy blanket, and it makes my inner Scandinavian/Norse mythology heart squeal in delight. (If you haven’t yet, PLEASE GO WATCH IT.)

#asks #answered asks #cyanide latte #thank you! #get to know me asks #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #the owl house #Dinosapien #discovery kids #the future is wild #gravity falls #teen titans #dc comics #hilda (netflix)

[floorbe]

Kiyotaka Ishimaru x Reader “Dance With Me”

Warning(s): angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, cheesy. very, very cheesy

Summary: You comfort Taka after someone insults him at prom... and also end up accidentally confessing to him. Cool!

Pairing(s): romantic Kiyotaka x reader, implied Mondo x Chihiro 

A/N: reader is gender neutral! this is... kinda very self indulgent so bear with me if its ooc lol... I just could not stop thinking abt hnnngh taka kisse at prom... also happy bday to Taka I love u

Fandom: Danganronpa, Non-despair AU

Word count: 2,663

~

You flop into your seat at your prom table with a heavy sigh. The flashing lights disrupting the otherwise dark room around you make you close your eyes for just a moment to reinvigorate yourself. You came to prom with your friends Mondo, Chihiro, and Taka. Only with them. Unfortunately, no one had asked you to the dance. Not that you didn’t want to go with your friends, but it would’ve been nice to have a date... (...Okay, that’s a bit of a lie, because you only wanted to be asked by one specific person. One specific person with one specific pair of stunning red eyes. Anyone else you would’ve politely rejected. But still!)

Taking a sip of your water, your eyes wander back to the dance floor that you’d just left in favor of taking a break. You easily find your friends, Mondo with his large stature and inky black suit stood out quite well, and while his hair isn’t in its usual pompadour tonight (he’d pulled it back into a ponytail, claiming the sweat from dancing would make his hair droop, and that’s not tough looking) he’s still easy to pick out from the crowd. Matching him is Chihiro, though much smaller, wearing a similarly dark green suit. In stark contrast dancing next to the two, however, is Taka, wearing his usual knee high boots, however this time coupled with a pure white suit. 

You laugh quietly at the sight of the three dancing awkwardly together. Despite the awkwardness, you have to hand it to Mondo and Taka. For how stiff their dance moves are there certainly is passion behind them, and it’s only proven when Taka almost elbows someone behind him in the face from how viciously he swings his arm. You let your eyes stay on Taka for much longer than necessary, smiling to yourself as it seems like he challenges Mondo to a dance off. 

You rarely ever get to see Taka let go of his usually strict behavior, and while he still has kept order in the dance for people who were breaking rules, you could tell he was still loosening up and actually having fun. Your smile easily breaks into a grin as you watch him attempt to do the robot, and you’re only vaguely aware of how fast and loud your heart seems to beat while looking at him, hastily blaming it on the intense dancing you’d just done. 

That’s easily proven as a lie, however, when your heart jumps as Taka suddenly locks eyes with you, smiling widely and waving. You intake sharply and wave back, ignoring the obvious fluttering in your heart and the sudden shakiness in your hand. Taka turns back to his dance competition, but it seems Mondo is more interested in sending you a smug grin, making you stick out your tongue at him. He laughs, and you swear you can hear it over the booming music. 

You continue to sip your drink as a few more song pass, occasionally grabbing a cookie from your plate to nibble on as you enjoy the eager atmosphere. As the current upbeat song comes to end, you feel a nervousness climb into your throat as the next song is revealed to be a slow dance. While you weren’t expecting anyone to ask you, you still couldn’t help how awkward you felt watching all of the couples dance when you didn’t have anyone... though the few people trickling back to their tables alone did give you comfort.

You instinctively find your friends again, wondering if they’ll be heading back to join you until the next upbeat song. You’re surprised to find Mondo awkwardly offering his hand to Chihiro for a dance, and you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as they relax into a close embrace to sway along to the song. This time it’s you that gives Mondo the smug grin, and he just scowls at you before he jerks his head towards Taka, wiggling his eyebrows. You scrunch up your nose, shaking your head as he rolls his eyes and focuses back on Chihiro, who’s giggling at the exchange. 

You unwillingly find Taka’s figure in the crowd, curiosity overtaking the fear of seeing him dancing with someone else. He isn’t, surprisingly, but it does seem like he’s talking to someone... who then turns away from him as he looks away, seemingly embarrassed. Did he just get rejected for a dance...? You can’t help the agitation that sparks in you at the thought of someone rejecting him. Even if you were slightly jealous at the thought of someone else dancing with him, he doesn’t deserve to be rejected. You watch as he takes a deep breath and turns to someone else near him who’s standing alone. 

“Excuse me,” you’re torn from your focus on Taka by a new voice. You turn to them curiously, cocking your head as you recall it’s someone you’ve almost never seen before. Maybe in one of your classes? “Do you want to dance with me?” he smiles kindly, and you almost take up his offer with a smile before your eyes catch Taka walking quickly out of the room, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. 

You squint in confusion, trying to find the person he was just talking to, only to find them laughing with someone else, sparing glances at where Taka was leaving. “I’m sorry,” you turn back to him, “I have to go check on my friend.” His eyes flick to where you were looking at Taka and he nods understandingly, backing away with a kind wave. 

You quickly make your way out of the dance room, searching for Taka’s familiar figure. You catch a glimpse of him retreating into a more secluded hallway and immediately go after him, worry gnawing at your gut. 

You hear him before you see him, quiet sniffles and muffled sobs into his hands as he presses his forehead against the wall. You softly call out his name, making him jump in surprise and jerk his head to you. He quickly turns away again, almost hiding himself away from you as he curls in on himself more. 

“Hey,” you make your way over to him, placing a hand on his back to rub it soothingly, “Hey, Taka, what’s wrong?” You slide your hand from his back to his shoulder, gently nudging at it to make him turn to face you. He lets you turn him, still choking back sobs as his watery eyes meet yours. “Oh,” you murmur, tugging him into a hug, “Come here, it’s okay.” 

Any resolve he had to pull himself together for you crumbles as he nearly collapses into your arms, sobbing heavily into your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him as he clings to you, clutching the fabric of your outfit as he pulls himself as close to you as possible. His shoulders shake as he buries his face further into you, gasping in between sobs. You hold him tightly, murmuring “it’s okay”s’ and “I’m here”s’ whenever his sobs seem to get especially intense. 

His sobs slowly start to ease up, turning into quiet hiccups as he calms down. You continue to silently soothe him as his once violently shaking form settles into mere trembling against you. You don’t let go of him, you don’t even loosen you grip as he stops sobbing, and he doesn’t dare pull away from you. You both stay in the comforting embrace as he shakily finds the composure to explain.

“I-I...” he trails off, swallowing back more tears as he hiccups once more, “I asked someone to d-dance with m-me- but th-they-...” He cuts off, gripping you tighter as he tries to collect himself to finish the sentence. “Th-they said that everyone w-would stare, and that d-dancing with m-me would just b-be an embarrassment,” his voice breaks mid sentence, and you can feel his chest heave as he struggles to choke back more sobs. 

Anger sparks deep within you. An embarrassment? Taka is the sweetest person you know, how could they even dare say that to him? Swallowing thickly, you take a deep breath. Now’s not the time to blow up at them, not with Taka so broken in your arms. 

“Taka,” you start softly, “They don’t know what they’re talking about. Dancing with you wouldn’t be an embarrassment. You’re one of the sweetest people I know, anyone would be lucky to dance with you.”  

“I-it’s alright, Y/N, you don’t have to-” 

“No, I mean it. You’re one of the most amazing people I know, Kiyotaka,” you state firmly, and you can feel his hold on you tighten ever so slightly, “You’re- you’re so passionate and kind and caring- everything you do you put your full heart into it, y’know? And I-I just-” You cut off as Taka pulls away to look at you, fumbling over your words as you see the look of tearful wonder on his face at your passionate words. 

Swallowing thickly, you’re suddenly aware of just how close you two are (and how his arms are still wrapped around you and vice versa... when did it get so hot in this hallway?), stuttering as you watch his deep red eyes flick between yours. 

“I-I- sorry, I’m a little tongue tied,” you try to play off your flustered state, averting your gaze. “I-I’m not used to... I’m a little embarrassed,” you realize your mistake as soon as it leaves your mouth, and you snap your eyes back to his to see them fill with tears again. 

He starts to unwind his arms from around you, uttering a quiet, “Oh, I-I’m sorry...” 

You’re quick to tug him back to into your arms, frantically trying to explain, “No, no, Taka, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like- like that, I-” You take a deep breath to collect yourself as he tensely rests his chin on your shoulder, arms only loosely wrapped around you from when he tried to pull away. “I-I guess flustered would be a better word?”

“...Flustered?” he asks quietly, and you can imagine the way he’s furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yes,” you agree quickly, not thinking as you try to correct yourself, “Li-like- embarrassed is more shameful, but flustered in this situation implies more romantic... tones...” you trail off, heart jumping in fear as you realize what you’d just confessed. You feel him stiffen as he processes what you said, and when he pulls away you’re nervously avoiding his gaze.

“Wh-... do- r-romantic?” he sputters, and if you weren’t looking at the floor you’d see his face flushing intensely, “Do... do you really feel that way?”

“U-uh,” you unclasp your arms from around him, instead fiddling with your hands, “W-well, uh... Y-yes?” He’s silent for a few moments, and your face feels like it’s on fire. You really had to confess to him, didn’t you? You try to swallow the newfound lump in your throat, “U-um, I’m sorry, we can just pretend I didn’t-”

“No!” his voice is louder than either of you expected, making you both jump. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to be so loud... I-I just... I feel the same,” he admits shyly. 

“Really?” you ask, bashfully looking back at him. He nods stiffly, a small smile spreading across his face. 

He seems to finally realize how he’s still holding you, for his face gets redder as he lets you go, “Sorry, I didn’t realize-” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him in yet again for another hug, “No, no, it’s fine.” You sigh contently as he shakily returns the hug, taking a moment before speaking again with a grin, “Do you want to dance with me?” 

He pulls away to look at you, unsure, “...Even if people stare?” 

“Let them,” you say immediately, “I’ll let everyone stare if it means I get to dance with you.” You hear him intake sharply and you laugh quietly, “S-sorry, was that too cheesy?” 

He shakes his head, smiling widely “...No, not at all.” 

“Good,” you murmur, though neither of you make any signs of moving. You’re once again reminded of how close you two are when his nose just barely brushes against yours. You almost instinctively tilt your head as his eyes begin to droop shut. You feel his breath fan across your lips as you almost close the distance, eyes finally closing as you feel his lips just barely ghost against your own. Your lips tingle with anticipation, and you’re about to finally close the gap when-

“Yo, you two back h-?” Jerking your heads away from each other, your’s and Taka’s heads snap to find Mondo at the end of the hallway, looking thoroughly surprised. “Oh, shit, sorry,” he grins teasingly, “Nice, bro!”

“B-bro!” Taka shouts, embarrassed. You groan, covering your face with your hands as you try futilely to hide yourself in Taka’s chest. You smile from beneath your hands as he tugs you closer to himself. 

“Sorry, bro, I’ll leave you two be,” Mondo laughs, “Chihiro and I will be at our table.” You hear his laughter fade quickly, likely rushing to find Chihiro and spread the news. 

Leaving your hands to rest on his shoulders, you raise your head to look at Taka again, only to find him already looking at you. He tenses slightly as you catch him, stuttering awkwardly, “W-we should get back to bro and Chihiro.” 

“Y-yeah,” you nod, but you stop him from moving away when he tries, earning a noise of confusion from him, furrowing his eyebrows at you. “But first-” you lean closer to him again, sliding one of your hands up to cup his face as his eyes widen. “Maybe we should...?” you give him time to pull away as you lightly brush your lips against his, looking at him curiously as he leans in just a fraction closer, only to halt.

"I-I’ve never- um...”

“That’s okay,” you murmur, smiling reassuringly. You slowly press your lips against his, pulling away slightly as he tenses. His eyes almost squeeze shut as he shakily connects your lips again, gradually melting into you as you stroke his cheek with your thumb soothingly. You take it slow, gently moving in sync with him as he lets himself sink into the kiss, bringing up a hand to gently cup your cheek. 

When you separate you hear him sigh shakily, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as if thanking you. You smile adoringly at him, unravelling yourself from him to guide him back into the dance room, fingers laced as you come back just as another slow song begins. You easily lead him onto the dance floor, squeezing his hand reassuringly as he nervously looks at the people around you two. 

You bring him close to you, whispering to ignore everyone else and focus on you, to which he smiles and breathes out a thank you as you begin to sway with him. You can see tears shimmering in his eyes as he dances with you, smile growing wider as you grin at him. It’s awkward, with you two stumbling over the other’s feet, or accidentally bumping heads as you lean too close, but it’s endearing, because it’s Taka. 

And you’re sure he feels the same, for whenever you two stumble or trip, he always ends up laughing with you at the easy mistake, even despite the blush on his cheeks. 

Even when the music changes to a more upbeat song, and when Mondo and Chihiro join you and you all end up forming a strange dance square around each other, his eyes still are mostly on you, and yours on him. Chihiro and Mondo seem to occasionally exchange knowing looks at this, and Mondo even claps Taka on the shoulder, much to his embarrassment. 

But as your eyes glide over all three of them to land on Taka awkwardly attempting to do the sprinkler, you decide you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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