#i made this on a really small canvas by accident ;-;

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✨Kelpie✨

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Sweet Little Sub -Klaus M.

I got a Sub!Klaus request (I lost it😢) but I gave it a shot. Never posted a Sub!Klaus before so I hope you enjoy

It was an accident. You had been in the room to drop off some papers to the art teacher when you saw him struggling to carry the large canvas and you decided to help. You didn’t know the door locked behind you and apparently he didn’t either because as soon as you had helped Klaus set down the painting the doorknob wouldn’t budge and here you are, sitting in the art room closet trying to calm down this nerds panic attack.

You had never spoken to Klaus, only seen him a few times since moving the first year of high school but you felt for him as he pulled his knees to his chest, hyperventilating.

‘Klaus, just try and breathe with me, okay? Everything is okay, there’s another class in this room after lunch, just breathe.’ You tried desperately to get him to copy you and while he tried, he couldn’t. He really doesn’t like enclosed spaces. You snuggled up next to him and tried to calm him down, but just as the tears began leaking behind his glasses you had an idea…an awful idea.

‘Oh Fuck!’ He cried as you cupped your hand between his legs, rubbing against his cock which Instantly jumped to life. You continued moving your hand until he was completely hard, staring down at your hand as he watched you rubbing him. He had clearly stopped thinking about where he was but you didn’t want him to start again so you continued, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants away enough that his cock slapped against his stomach.

How is his cock so thick?

You licked your hand before stroking his cock, cupping his balls with your other hand which made his hips thrust up into your hand quite hard. ‘Oh God! Please don’t stop?’ He pleaded and as he whined it sent a wave of slick down between your legs. ‘So good…oh so good!’ He was such a sweet thing, how could you deny him?

‘Just relax, you’re okay. Such a sweet boy, aren’t you?’ He nodded rapidly, head falling onto your shoulder. The whimpers that fell from his lips were almost too much for you as you pumped your hand faster, leaning down as he cried out and ensuring he didn’t get his cum all over the both of you, swallowing quickly. He sagged against your side as you fixed his pants, too tired to complain about the small closet anymore. ‘Don’t go freaking out on me again, okay?’ Klaus responded by pushing you to lay back on the floor and laying beside you, leaning onto your body. It was cute but weird before he was tucking his head under your shirt and pulling your bra cup down just enough to expose your nipple to his mouth and allow him to suckle on it. ‘Oh…you’re so sweet, aren’t you? Fuck!’

‘Mmhmm.’ He moaned enthusiastically.

‘Such sweet lips. Klaus-Shit! Mmmm.’ It was your turn to be the one panting heavily, his hand now running up and down between your legs making your hips jump and thrust against his palm. ‘Don’t stop baby, keep ah! So good, sweet little fucking mouth!’ Your fingers ran through his hair and his hips now jumped against your side but just as you were both really working yourselves up you heard the teachers voice coming closer. You jumped up to fix yourself and dragged him up too when he just stared up at you like you purposefully ruined the moment and you had hidden his erection just as the teacher opened the door, gasping upon seeing you. You were gone before she finished her apology and running to your next class, hoping to never have to see him again…fate is not your friend.

You began seeing him everywhere, though you suspected it was because he started following you around like a puppy, which would have been cute if you were a couple.

He left notes, and chocolates and cute drawings in your locker for the next week and it was all so precious when you considered the fact that Klaus didn’t talk to anyone. Literally no one. The boy had no friends, only a brother 2 years younger who never spoke to him and one that graduated 2 years before. You suspected though as the notes got more serious that it may be more of an obsession…though it was nice to be someone’s fantasy.

‘Y/n, I can’t stop thinking about you, you consume all of my thoughts. Please give me a chance to show you I can give you just as good as you gave me, you’ll never want to let me go again. I need you, and I’ll make sure you want me…and my sweet little mouth.’

That was attached to a cute stuffed bear in your locker on Friday morning. How he got into your locker you have no idea. Your friends had been making fun of you since the first time he said ‘hi’ to you and while you told them to fuck off, you didn’t feel right taking advantage of his sweet nature, which is exactly what you would tell him.

It was lunch time and you waited for him to walk passed the music room before grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking him inside, pinning him to the door as it shut. He was terrified before realizing who it was, smiling that cute lopsided grin. ‘Hello love. Did you get my note-‘ I cut him off, slapping my hand over his mouth and watching his eyes go wide.

‘I got all of them, for days! What are you playing at? We were in that closet for 10 minutes, I helped you calm down, that’s it! I don’t want your never ending loyalty and undying love Klaus! I’m a bitch! A proper bitch, I’m mean to everyone, and you’re a sweet little artist. I’m sure you can find someone better. I need you to give up this little crush, okay?!’ His eyes were full of tears and I instantly felt bad for having hurt him.

‘But…but you’re safe…you feel so good, why? What did I do wrong? I didn’t-‘

‘Klaus, you didn’t do anything wrong! I’m glad that I made you feel safe, but you could find someone so much better for you, someone who can be everything you need. I’m too…I’m not-‘

‘Mommy.’ I looked back at him in shock and his face was red but he held my gaze. ‘You’re mommy…want you to be. You made me feel safe…and small. No one has ever tried to make me feel better and I…please don’t leave me?’ He clutched onto my shirt, digging his face into my neck and holding on for dear life.

I stood there, holding him, and thinking about how bad this could have been for him. If he had latched onto someone else, acted like this with anyone else, he would have been teased mercilessly, but it’s me and I understand why he feels this way towards me after I took care of him…I’m an idiot, but I had to admit, I love his sweet attitude and warm hugs.

‘Okay sweetheart, okay. Let’s get out of here, huh? We’ll go back to my house and clean your sweet face back up. Come on.’ I held him to me and exited out the back towards my car, helping him sit into the passenger seat. The entire ride he leaned over the center console and held onto my arm and it was so pathetically cute that I didn’t know how to react.

Cleaning his face was easy and he didn’t talk much at all, occasionally mumbling but mostly just snuggling as close to me as he possibly could which I enjoyed more than I expected.

‘You’re okay sweet boy, you can stay as long as you want to.’

‘Really?’ He wondered excitedly and I couldn’t hide my smile, turning on a movie and relaxing back into my bed with him snuggled into me.

‘Of course Nik, I don’t mind snuggling, you just can’t hold onto me all the time at school like this.’ His hands slowly sneaked up my shirt, pushing the top up over my chest.

‘What about between classes?’ He asked suggestively and I snorted.

‘I suppose we could find some alone time during lunch if you need. Go ahead.’ He tucked his head under the shirt and pulled my bra down enough to wrap his lips around my nipple, suckling enthusiastically causing little moans from me now and then. I moved to pull off my shirt and maneuver my bra off, tossing it off to the side.

I had always known I was different, my preferences in boys being strange to all of my friends and making me believe that I’m destined to be alone but Nik has quickly changed that idea for me. I brushed my fingers through his blond locks and he whined.

‘Take this off baby.’ I instructed, tugging at his shirt and throwing it aside as it came off. ‘Good boy.’

‘Oh God!’ He groaned, his hips grinding against my thigh and I could feel his hard cock trying to find some relief.

‘You like that? Do you like being your Mommy’s good boy?’ His head nodded frantically, my nipple being released from his mouth as he slid down my body and pulled at the button of my jeans. ‘Baby, you don’t have to-‘

‘Please? Wanna take care of you Mommy, I can make you feel good too, I promise!’ He was excited and it was adorable as he unzipped my pants and pulled them down, my panties coming off with them. He paused as he looked down at me, looking me over and making me feel self conscious, though only for about 2 seconds. ‘Mommy’s so pretty…all mine, fuck!’ He leaned down, nipping his teeth at my belly button and making me gasp.

‘Put that filthy mouth to good use baby…Ah!’ He stuck his tongue out, trailing it straight up my cunt and flicking over my clit. My fingers found his hair and I gripped it tight, Nikky hissing as I did, pushing his face deeper into me and seeming to enjoy as I pulled him closer still and practically rode his face as I ground my pussy against his mouth. ‘Such a sweet little tongue, so close-‘ my hips thrust up as I came quite suddenly, his hands having found their way to my chest and pinching my nipples which sent me over the edge.

He seemed quite determined to clean me up before resting his head on my lower stomach and looking up at me with his pretty blue eyes. ‘Can I stay Mommy?’ He asked and I couldn’t help my laugh at that which seemed to make him pout instantly.

‘Of course you can baby. You can stay right here with me all weekend if you want.’ He grinned and I used my sheet to wiped his face as he crawled back up to me and dug his face into my neck. ‘Sleep precious boy, Mommy’s got you.’ Nik drifted off fairly quickly, taking a nap right there pressed against my body and I pulled a blanket up, drifting off as well.

I came to learn that Nik would spend as much time as possible with his lips wrapped around my chest, it became his favorite pastime and between classes was his favorite time to do it. Especially if he was having a bad day, we would end up in the empty music room through our lunch period with him holding onto me tightly and suckling on my nipples. He was a very clingy boyfriend but I was the first person to tell anyone with comments to shut the fuck up, I loved how much Nikky loved me and needed me and I would never push him away just because someone is too ignorant to understand.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS XAVIER X READER PLEADE IM BEGGING YOU

OKAY BUT LIKE THIS IS MY EXCUSE TO WRITE XAVIER SFW

Disclaimer ~ I do not support Percy Hynes White, this is about the character and not the actor.

WARNINGS ! ~ none just fluff <3

You hated Xavier Thorpe. There was no other way to put it.

In your mind he was arrogant, annoying, and stupidly attractive.

You hadn't always hated him though, your first day at Nevermore he gave you a tour of the school and you were even friends with him. But then over break, he just ignored you. Didn't text you, call you, he ghosted you completely.

Even when you got back to school he ignored you. It was like you were the plague to him.

And then he did start talking to you again. In a way. You became rivals, academic rivals. Always competing over the answer. Honestly your fellow peers and teachers were getting sick of your bickering.

But you couldn't help it, you hated him and you needed to prove that you were better than him.

You got your serial studies exams back today. And you were more than confident that you would get a better score than Xavier.

Looking down at the paper Mr Grimrose had given you, you smiled at the score

100%

You looked over to see Xavier not smiling at his paper and your smile grew.

He glanced over at you and if looks could kill, you would be dead. You pouted at him dragging a finger down your cheek in a mocking way telling him to cry about it.

He rolled his eyes before the bell went off. And he practically stormed out of the room.

'You have got to give it a rest' Enid said walking up behind you

'No way, he's a douchebag'

'It doesn't matter if he is Y/N, you should just talk it out with him'

'Or you can just gouge his eyes out' Wednesday said coming around from behind Enid.

'Thank you, somebody who's trying to help' you said gesturing towards Wednesday.

Enid rolled her eyes

'I'm sorry Cara Mia but he has been a bitch to Y/N' Wednesday said turning to Enid.

Wednesday knew that the nickname would make Enid smile. It always did.

You rolled your eyes smiling at the two before walking out the classroom, being stopped by Mr Grimrose.

'Miss L/N'

'Yes Mr Grimrose?'

'I need you to give this to Mr Thorpe. I gave him the wrong test by accident'

'Mr Grimrose why don't you ask Enid or Bianca to give it to him?'

'Because I'm asking you Y/N'

Mr Grimrose is normally your favourite teacher. With his interesting Owl like face and bird like legs and feet. his small rounded glasses and always wearing a fancy button up with a vest over top.

you groaned taking the paper before walking out the classroom, heading towards Xaviers dorm.

Knocking on the door a bit too hard, you took a step back waiting for Xavier to open the door.

You were met with Ajax instead, him giving you a quizzical look

'You seriously cannot have smoked all the weed I gave you already'

'No of course not I'm not that bad'

'What're you doing here then'

'Can you give this to Xavier' you asked him shoving the test towards him.

'Oooh damn I really would but I have to help Wednesday get Enid a birthday present' He said before slamming the door

Enids birthday was in February. Its July.

You sighed, knowing where Xavier would be. Where you and him had gone to smoke weed many times. Where you would listen to music together and talk about whatever rumours were going around.

Don't cry.

Making your way to the stupid shed, you didnt even knock before stepping in. There he was. The stupid boy that had made you cry countless times. Listening to music about to uncover a canvas, before noticing you.

taking out an earbud he faced you directly narrowing his eyes at you.

'What are you doing here'

'Grimrose told me to give you this' you said slamming down the test on the stool next to him. He glanced down at it smiling

99%

'You still didn't beat me you know' you said snarkly

'God everything has got to be a competition with you'

'Oh that is rich coming from you Xavier' you spat not looking at his face. 'Like you don't rub it in my face when you get a higher score than me' You continued

He didn't respond, opting to sigh annoyedly

'You just can't take it when somebody is better than you Y/N'

'Excuse me?'

'You heard what i said, you can't take it when somebody is better than you'

'You are not better than me Xavier, you are nowhere near better than me, you stopped responding to me, you started glaring at me in the hallways, you started showing off your test answers'

He didn't speak, you had to egg him on, get some sort of response

'Why'd you do it?'

'Because'

'That's not an answer'

'Because I couldn't handle my feelings'

'What?'

'I couldn't handle falling in love with you'

You stared at him. He's not really confessing his love for you is he? You looked at his face, no indication he was lying.

Yes it was true that you as well had a crush on him, you told him during one of your highs that you were crushing on him. You were on facetime with him, talking about anything and everything and then you ruined everything.

'You know, I've been crushing on you for like, ever'

That was right before he ghosted you. Those ten words ruined your friendship. But now you suppose it wasn't

Your eyes were tearing up, too many emotions were filling you, hate, sadness, love, anger

before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. And he wiped them away.

There was your Xavier. Your sweet, kind, handsome Xavier.

You looked up at him, noticing the look of sadness that had washed over his face.

He leant down, gripping your jaw softly in his hand,

His lips were on yours

His lips were on yours.

It soon turned to an erratic make out, him backing you into the desk against the wall, him lifting you onto the desk, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. he was stood between your legs and it was almost amusing how he still had to crane his neck so much to be able to kiss you.

'Yo Xavier I got some good stuff just begging to be-'

You broke apart at the voice, Ajax standing there, a bag of rolled joints in his hand, his mouth agape.

He pulled out his phone before you and Xavier could move from the position you were in, snapping a photo. Your eyes widened, about to yell at him before he ran back out the door.

Xavier's head turned back to you. Smiling dopily at you, he leant back down reconnecting your lips.

after a while you both parted, panting heavily.

'So what are you painting?' you asked him softly.

he smiled nervously

'its nothing really' he said

you smiled devilishly, hopping off the bench before he could pull you back and went over to the covered painting.

you pulled back the black sheet to see a painting.

of you

your mouth dropped open, as he walked over, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit.

'I thought you mainly painted your dreams?'

'You are in my dreams'.

OKAY BUT I THINK THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO CUTE AND I HOPE ANON THINKS SO AS WELL

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On the other hand, being someone who is chill with being average and a little weird is pretty comforting, albeit not as relatable or drama material. Like you have those insanely smart adopted family members, who are brooding, cool, fight crime, are insanely smart, privileged, rich and accomplished meanwhile Batsis is like,

"I watched some cool True Crime documentaries and helped Albert- Alfred with the laundry. Sorry about your shirt, Damien, added too much bleach. By the way, look at this drawing I made with a following a Bob Ross tutorial on YouTube! Looks kinda wonky but I made it myself, kinda proud of it. No mistakes, just happy accidents. Haha! :)"

By the very next morning Bruce has that shit framed on either on his desk or on the wall in his office and smiles every time he looks at it. Damian is examining the painting, "ah I see--" and waxing poetic about the different little experiential painting techniques you used on the canvas, Dick and Jason and the rest tease you about getting an exhibit at the Gotham art gallery

Like don't get me wrong I tend to write Reader inserts who are typically average (although I'd like to write a few more power fantasies lol) but I just. I feel like any feelings of inadequacy would be amplified by living with this family. For example, I get anxiety and guilt sometimes just knowing if a large or expensive gift has been gotten for me, feeling guilt about it. Just your every day to day life in the Wayne manor would occasionally be filled with all kinds of large and small splendors. A small walk through the house, passing under the crystal chandelier in the grand lobby. A weekly family dinner with actual silverware handed down for generations. Just the ever looming watchful eye of a literal actual butler, a trained professional butler who's been in service for this family almost his entire life

If anything else, I feel like you'd want to contribute in some way. Help around the house, help as a vigilante, do SOMETHING to "pay them back" which Bruce doesn't want to hear any of and also like. Realistically, if we're saying he's full yandere and you're either his adopted kid or a platonic family member or like even a romantic partner, and he's getting you gifts and taking you on trips and stuff, like. The amount of money being spent on you is a figure you will never in your life be reasonably able to pay back and it would STILL be pocketchange to him

You're just like have PANIC ATTACKS out of guilt and shame and you mention the money to Bruce and he's like "oh that? Psssh" like it's. It's nothing to him. It's more money you could make in your entire lifetime and it's nothing to him

Hey, here's a somewhat related and juicy idea. Recently I was thinking of a concept where Reader is a Gotham vigilante, educated and maybe from a well-off family but like, middle class suburbia kind of wealth, not billionaire Bruce Wayne rich. You eventually find yourself catching the eye of both him AND Catwoman and, kind of actually start having a rapport with both of them. You bump into each other on a mission, help each other out, are impressed with each other's work, and suddenly you're bumping into them out on patrol a lot more. Catwoman starts being openly flirtatious with you while Bat simply just, his shift in demeanor is more subtle for people who aren't familiar with him but. Essentially he actually talks to you now, he won't just be silent and mechanical, he'll communicate and banter and make small talk rather than just ordering you around and speaking solely about the current task at hand or future missions.

I picture everyone on a rooftop in the middle of a stakeout and it eventually becomes small talk to pass the time as you almost do a double take when THE Batman starts making idle chit chat with you (really more of you AND Cat, but you being included at all is kind of an honor, really). He's just looking through his binoculars and without moving "any plans for the rest of the evening" and Catwoman looks at her nails and he sees her throw a very obvious Look over to you "well there's a stray little kitty in my neighborhood I've been meaning to scoop up" and she's been calling you Kitty/Kitten so this whole convo has a double meaning for fucking you OR kidnapping you at this point, and you're just like, in full professional mode replying without any hint of sarcasm "that's good, a lot of people don't recognize the dangers of outdoor cats and the significant ecological impacts they can have on their local environments" and Batman is repressing a smirk as Cat is huffing because oh my god now she has TWO dense cuties to look after 😩 (bonus scene where Bruce catches you smirking and realizes you were politely putting her off or at the very least trying to make her focus on the mission and he smiles to himself about what a clever little jokester you are)

Basically the two of them start deciding they want you to be the filling in that BatCat sandwich and just. Imagine they're trying to seduce you and taking their clothes off and Bruce takes off his mask and you're just like "Whoa whoa whoa hold up, BRUCE WAYNE?" And like. YOU INSTANTLY HATE HIM, the switch FLIPS. You either have extremely personal beef with him like his company laid off a parent of yours and sent your family into poverty, or you just like, legitimately ethically hate him as a person, as this billionaire playboy. Like imagine the disgust if he kisses you as Batman and you think it's so hot and romantic and later on its revealed he's Bruce Wayne, who is notoriously An Enormous Manwhore who has kissed like tons and tons of women and been in all these love scandals. I'd feel GROSS?

Like literally you'd go from "oh my god Batman 🥰 he's so cool and dark and mysterious, I have so much respect for him, he works so hard, he's so smart, not everyone can do what he does" to "of fucking course it would be someone like you. Billionaire running around with his custom-made toys. Of course it's you, who else could AFFORD all this shit? No wonder the police just let you do whatever, you could just pay them off anyways! You'd never be arrested and go to jail and be punished like the rest of us, for anything! Of course you're running around in a suit beating people up, men like you always think they can just do whatever they want!!"

Like imagine you were literally about to fuck both of them and you take one look at their faces, "you're a billionaire and you're a millionaire" and just. Leave. Like they're both shocked and appalled because you just DROP THEM for stuff they kinda basically can't control (although a lot of it is like ethics of what they do and have they gain their wealth) and suddenly they're, showing up at your place of employment for lunch or a day-trip, you're trying to do hero patrols alone and one or both of them pops up to try and invite themselves along to qhayever you're doing (which would especially suck because like, Batman specifically could probably do everything you're doing and better so I imagine working in front of him would be extremely nerve-racking. You're just like trying to rewire a circuit board to hack a door and he just points over your shoulder "actually it's that wire" kind of shit and you have to either let him follow you or look like a massive asshole as you tell him to fuck off, which he might even refuse to do, stating that if this is to save lives or whatever then you need his help

Like legit, Vigilante Reader feels like these two rich freaks have basically been toying with you like some kind of pet and in an attempt to cut them out of your life you drive them to actually dig their claws deeper. Bruce meets Selina for coffee to decompress and he's all "so what have you been up to" since she's got this odd little smirk, "oh ive been feeling just awful lately about this little kitty running around all lonely in my nsighborhood so i just HAD to adopt them" and she just hands him her phone with a picture on it and it's. You with a little diamond studded collar that says something dehumanizing like Kitty or Kitten or Baby on it while you've clearly been crying and are maybe even visibly restrained and Bruce is just like "🙄 Selinaaaaa.... can I come visit to 😳 see this cat tho"

#yandere batman #yandere x reader #personally i think being fucked by both of them would be a religiois experience but also intimidating as fuck #man i got some ideeeeas for being caught between these two #yandere stuff #sinprompts

[honey-minded-hivemind]

We must be psychically linked for real cause I was just thinking of the dark au and you start working on it again LMAO. Me personally I think reader should have some kinda mutation that allows them to copy other mutations or a time/dimension jump one so it could be revealed that oops! reader accidentally sent all of them away! And cause some big feelings in the yans, like they want to blame reader for what happened but they still love them so dearly and it wouldn’t be fair to reader who is still learning and growing their powers to be solely blamed, or it’s a wrong place wrong time type thing where reader and one of the teens powers interact in such a way that they get sent to where ever they are/stuck in the time stream a la batman the return of Bruce Wayne

Spino

That is a good idea, Spino Anon! It's really creative! I don't know if that's how I will write the au, but you have given me a thought or two on how to explain the four teens ending up in the dark future/au. I hope you are doing alright! I think as a treat, I can do a few headcanons I have for the Dark AU.... Let's do it:

• I headcanon that for the Dark AU, it's set in a reboot-esque au of X-Men Evolution, so things are mostly the same, but a little different. Such as more found family dynamics and less trying to toss children and rivals off of cliffs ( it's a reboot/retelling/reimagining due to platonic yandere stuff/adding Reader/adding more adventures/wanting to rewrite certain scenes/wanting to add further to it/etc.)

• Reader is a friend to both groups of teens, and likely joined one, if not both, at some point

• Reader took care of the others a lot. Reminding them to eat (mostly the adults for that, plus a handful of the teens, Reader would also make dinner/breakfast/snacks/treats for the platonic yans, maybe teaching a teen or two how to cook)... making art and craft projects for them (such as handmade scarves or stuffed animals, friendship bracelets and best friend necklaces, even full canvas paintings and notebooks full of sketches and drawings)... having small (platonic) dates where Reader does something they (the teen/s or adult/s) want to do, but can't do with the others or that doesn't interest the others... Reader was the sort to toss a blanket around someone if they fell asleep on the couch, made coffee or hot chocolate in the mornings/nights when it was cold, just trying to keep their friends family happy and cared for

• Reader was friends and still is in this au with the other teens who had the bad thing happen to them (being Kurt, Kitty, and Pietro). Probably was the one who played it straight between the four, still a bit more light-hearted and joking, but more toned down. I am undecided if Reader is the same age, older, or younger than them

• When the bad thing happens, let's just say the remaining X-Men and Brotherhood kinda... lost it. I mentioned before a person or multiple persons was behind what happened, but I never went into full detail on what it might have been. Whatever it was (no spoilers yet!) led the platonic yans to believe that they were dead, and that it wasn't quick or painless. They know it wasn't an accident. So they go mad with grief, in a way. They take vengeance on those who caused it, more-or-less send a message out warning what happens if anyone targets their loved ones, and (maybe?) take control over the world... Or at least parts of New York and Canada...

• The platonic yans become more... dark. If they were holding their punches before... they aren't now. They become ruthless when dealing with enemies, they learn new skills and tricks and tactics, they aren't going to let the same thing that happened in the past happen now

• I imagine that it's somewhere between three to five years before Reader and the others end up in the future/au, and they are still wounded from what happened. The worst of their wounds healed up enough, but not everything else, so they aren't as quick or as fast as they want to be when moving through the changed world around them

• When they are found to be alive and are confirmed to be the Dark AU platonic yans kids/friends/siblings, the platonic yans are hunting them down as fast as they can. They don't want them to disappear, they don't want them to die, and they aren't about to have them ripped away from them again. Even if it means they have to keep them under house arrest or sedated or otherwise...

(And this is what I can say without revealing any spoilers! Enjoy😊💛🧡🍯🐝)

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #yandere platonic xmen #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen evolution #platonic yandere xmen evolution au #Dark AU! #Dark AU #🖤Dark AU

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Fanfic Idea! (Modern, sort of, Lucemond, Aemond is a painter)

Lucerys truly didn't mean to ruin it. He swears up and down he didn't see the uncapped paint on the floor. He really, really, really was sorry.

He knew how important that painting was to him, it was that of Alys, his ex-wife, though he wasn't sure why they divorced. He knew he loved that painting of her, draped in blue robes that are a bit translucent, with jewelry and embroidery, how he saw it as a challenge to paint an exquisitely detailed painting of her that took days to finish before giving it to her on her name day. She returned it after the final proceedings, saying she didn't want it anymore.

And now it had a splatter of black paint on it, covering the extremely detailed painting of jewelry and lace, some small parts even landed on her face. He did try wiping it off with tissue paper in a panic, hoping to wipe it off before the paint sets in, but the paint just spread, the details were skewed, and parts of the tissue paper where on the canvas. He then tried wet cotton balls, but it somehow managed to also take parts of the original paint off.

By the time Aemond returned, the lower half of the painting was unrecognizable, and Lucerys was damn well close to tears.

They were just getting better. They were finally in speaking terms again, Aemond even offered to help him learn how to paint, the very reason he was even allowed in Aemond's private painting room, something that, according to step-grandmother Alice, was a rare offer from Aemond. And now his mistake might have caused their entire fragile relationship to break into shambles again.

His started to cry when he saw Aemond looking at his ruined work, mumbling a mixture of sorry's, and I didn't mean to's. He continues to stare at his painting, with an expression Lucerys can't pinpoint, and that made him turn back to the anxious little boy he once was, afraid of rejection, afraid to be hated by his favorite uncle once again.

He didn't expect Aemond to cup his crying face so gently, nor did he expect him to wipe his tears with his thumb. He expected many things, but he didn't expect his uncle to comfort him.

"It's just a painting, what are you crying for?"

That just made it worse, curse his over reactive tear ducts. He tried calming himself, and cursed himself again when more tears were produced instead.

"I...I'm sorry.." He whispered, fearing that if he spoke any more louder, his voice would crack. "I ruined it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..."

Damn these tears!

If it had been before, he was certain Aemond would call him a cry baby, a man of nine and ten, crying over spilt paint. In fact, he was so sure, so certain that that was what he would do now, besides angrily shouting at him for ruining his work. He heard of him shouting at Alys, his model and then wife, for moving, because he felt it ruined his vision. He didn't, though. Surprisingly. Really surprisingly. He was calm. Or he acted calm. Lucerys is in too much of a mess to notice the small details of Aemond.

"Yes, that you did."

Lucerys really, really should stop crying. Stop it. Stop it for gods' sake!

"That's alright. You can just help me recreate it."

Lucerys looked at him, trying to stop his hiccups, confused. He didn't even know how to paint, and that was Aemond's greatest work so far. How in the seven hells was he supposed to help him recreate the painting?!

"I'm afraid you might be mistaking me for a genius, uncle." He sniffed. "I barely know how to paint an alright flower."

"Oh, not in painting. No, I think you've shown just how disasterous that can be."

Lucerys fought to keep the pout off of his mouth, the hiccups subsiding a bit. Now that wasn't fair. It was an accident. Just because he didn't notice the uncapped paint on the floor before stepping on it, doesn't mean he would be horrible with a brush.

"I'm thinking more of...modeling."

It took a few seconds before Lucerys connected the dots, face burning as soon as he understood the implication. He glanced at the painting, at the slightly translucent robe. Surely his uncle wasn't thinking of putting him in that thing. Surely.

He glanced at Aemond, hoping to see a rare expression akin to an "I'm joking" face. He wasn't. He was serious.

"Uncle, I'm..I'm alright with modeling, but perhaps I can model something else? I'm sure you'd like to paint something different from-"

"Lucerys, you don't seem to understand. I don't mean to fully copy my original, I mean to expand, to better the old. And I do like challenging myself to make a better version of my masterpiece."

He felt himself relaxing a bit. So it wouldn't be like the original? He wouldn't need to wear that type of clothing?

"So, what exactly would you change, uncle?"

"Come tomorrow, and you'll find out."

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Lucerys couldn't even look at himself in the mirror, too embarrassed, as Aemond fixed the jewelry wrapped around him. He thought it would be embarrassing to wear Alys' slightly translucent robe. He would actually be glad to wear it now rather than the sheer monstrosity of the robe and everything else he was made to wear.

What his uncle brought out was fully transparent, (though it was rather soft, nice to the touch), and that wasn't even the worst of it. He was even made to wear bejeweled underwear, for the extra challenge of detail, his uncle said. By the time his uncle fixed the rest of the outer jewelry to exactly as he wished it to be, he headed to the sofa, where Alys posed, but was stopped by Aemond.

He leads him to the bedroom instead.

Aemond had already set things up, and only asked Lucerys to lay on the bed, fixing his pose. Though a bit uncomfortable, being in Aemond's bedroom and all that, he followed his uncle's orders.

"Place your hand a little higher...that's it. Beautiful, nephew."

He blushed a bit, not wanting to admit how much he enjoyed the praise.

"Now, don't move. If you're feeling tired, tell me, and we'll take a short break."

"Yes, uncle."

So he laid there, determined not to move, as he felt his uncle's eye roaming around his body. It was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and Aemond painting.

When the first session was done, Lucerys sat up, careful not to accidentally move the jewels around as much. Aemond helped him up to his feet.

"Well done, Lucerys."

This continued on for days, with Lucerys slowly becoming more and more comfortable with the transparent robe, with Aemond's eye on him, taking in every detail, the way an artist would.

During his final session, he was a bit sad to part with the robe. He built up a bit of courage to ask for it, and his uncle looked up him funny.

"This is the first time I've ever modelled, and I'd like to have it as a remembrance of sorts, please qybor?"

".... Alright."

When Lucerys was meant to leave, Aemond stopped him. "Lucerys, what do you think of modelling for my next painting?"

Lucerys was surprised with this. But, thinking about it, it was rather enjoyable. It made him feel...pretty, though he has yet to see the painting, (his uncle insists he would show it once it was ready) he liked the feeling of being treated like a piece of art. So he agreed.

When it was time for Aemond to reveal his new masterpiece, he only called for Lucerys. This made Lucerys both excited and nervous. It was his first time modelling, and he was also curious. How did the painting look like? Would it match up to the one with Alys? Would it be better? Or did he make it worse? Is that why he only called for him?

When Aemond revealed the painting, Lucerys gasped. It was beautiful. It was detailed. He can see now, why he only called Lucerys to see it. Had he called the entire family today, Lucerys would have exploded. His step-father would have tried to kill Aemond. His mother would have called him beautiful, while simultaneously cursing her half-brother to the ground. Aemond's mother almost fainted when Aemond showed her the original work with Alys, she might start chanting prayers if she saw this one.

"Quite a beautiful model you are, nephew." Aemond whispered in his ear. "Such a provocative body, with such an innocent face."

"I look forward to having you as my new muse."

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I reposted this because I forgot to add tags last time. 😅

If anyone was wondering, this photo from Twitter inspired me.

And I have to admit, it's a bit rushed😅

So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

#aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #model lucerys #artist aemond #painter aemond #muse Lucerys

[calypsoarts]

Do you have any tips for people trying to start learning pixel art and animation?

I really love your work, it all looks so alive!

Hey thank you very much! And yes! I can give a few tips! Firstly, don't worry about making things absolutely perfect! Figure things out, mess around with colors, take it easy!

I'd say on top of the basic stuff, figure out and get used to keybinds and shortcuts on your program of choice. Aseprite (which is my go-to) has a lot of shortcuts and the ability to make more depending on preference.

From there, start out small, this'll help a lot in the start, since each pixel makes more of a difference when on a smaller canvas like 16x16 compared to something like 512x512. You should also take in as much info as you can, watch video tutorials, ask around, join communities, etc. (Cafe Dot Discord is a good place for that.)

If you have a preference on what you'd like to work on, like characters, items, weapons, etc. Start there. It's so much easier getting into things if you're starting with something you love. Colors aren't anything you need to specifically worry about right out the gate. One thing to get into a good habit of is using grayscale to work with the values, and then if your program of choice allows it, go over it with a color layer and the colors you want and see the magic happen!

Animation is a little more complex, but when you're ready for it, there's the principles of animation that I'd recommend looking into. Learning how the fundamentals work is necessary for things to go by smoother. I started out making an animation of a slime bouncing up and down, one of the earliest animations I made. Afterwards I went and started making waterfalls, that got me into the mindset of how to loop animations. Once you get the hang of it, animations (looping ones specifically) is just a lot of small parts moving at the same time, that little bit of movement to follow does a lot to a piece comparatively to a still image.

Overall, like I said in the beginning, don't worry about things, and it'll come with time. Expecting yourself to get something on the first try will only make things harder for yourself, you have to allow mistakes and messing up, experimentation and accidents are how a lot of people make things look as good as they do.

If all of this is a bit much, it's cause it is. Take it bit by bit and pretty soon you'll be impressing yourself so much you'll be shocked at the amount of improvement you've made.

(pssst, here's a playlist I made for starting pixel art, and its in order of complexity, so as you go down the list, your ability will improve)

Playlist

#calypsoarts #art #artist #drawing #pixelart #qna #ask #tutorial #art tips #art tutorials

[starsurface]

Regressor Ashrah & Syzoth w/ CG Sareena (fic) request!! :D

(fic also under the link)

<;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 <;3 &lt;3 <;3 <;3 &lt;3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"What are you making there, Ashrah?" Sareena asked, looking over Ashrah's shoulder.

"A picture!" Ashrah smiled, finger painting on a canvas.

"Oooh . . . What's your picture of?" Sareena asked. She was never good at making out what Ashrah was drawing.

"It's me and Sy'!" Ashrah said proudly, showing her two blobs- People on the canvas. "See?"

"Now that you say something, I do kinda see it," Sareena smiled, ruffling Ashrah's hair. Ashrah beamed and went back to focusing on her art work. "I'm going to go check up on Sy', okay?"

"Okay!"

Syzoth had went down for a nap a little while ago. Ashrah was a big girl, she didn't need naps!! But Syzoth was a bit smaller, so he had to go to sleep.

Sareena gently opened the door, seeing Syzoth slowly open his eyes.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" Sareena asked, receiving a headshake. "You awake enough to get up and go play?"

Syzoth nodded, making grabby hands for Sareena.

"You okay, Sy'?" Sareena asked softly, helping Syzoth sit up.

Syzoth nodded, rubbing his eyes. He grabbed Sareena's shirt, digging his face into his arm. Sareena couldn't exactly tell if he had woken up smaller than earlier, or if he was still just sleepy.

"Did you like your nap?"

"Mhm," Syzoth nodded. "'S'Rah?"

He had definitely woken up smaller than usual. Normally, Syzoth regressed to about a toddler headspace, but sometimes he went to babyspace, or an extremely young toddler. Toddler Syzoth would have called her 'Shrah. But baby Syzoth called her S'Rah.

"Ashrah's in the living room," Sareena said, picking Syzoth up and placing him on her hip. "Do you wanna go see her?"

Syzoth nodded again, "Pease."

"Such good manners you have," Sareena praised, making Syzoth giggle and hide in her neck. "I think Ashrah has a little gift for you when we get to the living room. Do you wanna get a snack so she can finish up?"

"Fishy!" Syzoth decided, putting his thumb in his mouth. Words weren't very fond of little Syzoth, but one-word answers were okay.

"I'll get some goldfishies for you," Sareena smiled, grabbing Syzoth's baby chew toy and handing it to him. Syzoth gave a quiet thank you, immeantly chewing on it.

Sareena set Syzoth on the counter as she got a dinosaur bowl of goldfish, per Syzoth's request. Every so often, she had to keep him from falling over. But otherwise he seemed very content chewing on his chewie and sitting there, kicking his feet a bit.

"Syyyyyyy!!" Ashrah smiled, running into the kitchen. "I have a surprise! Come on!"

Ashrah began to tug on Syzoth's sleeve, and Syzoth made grabby hands for Sareena. He could walk, but he got really fumbly when he was this tiny. And he would crawl, but Sareena didn't want him to hurt his knees by accident.

"Alright! Suprise time," Sareena picked Syzoth up, following after the excited Ashrah.

"I made you a picture!" Ashrah explained, grabbing her small canvas and showing Syzoth. "Tada!!"

Syzoth awed as he grabbed the picture. Well, Sareena mostly grabbed it. The paint was still wet, and she didn't want Syzoth to accidentally touch it.

"It's very pretty, Ashrah!" Sareena praised, earnign a little happy dance from her sister. "Syzoth can you say that it's pretty?"

"Pretty!" Syzoth quietly smiled.

"Thank you-!"

Suddenly, Syzoth put the corner in his mouth.

"No Sy' don't eat it!!" Ashrah panicked, looking at Sareena for help.

"Syzoth we don't eat paintings!" Sareena said, gently prying it from his mouth. Syzoth looked confused, putting his thumb in his mouth instead. "I'm sorry about that Ashrah, I know he didn't mean to touch your painting like that."

"It's not dry," Ashrah frowned, taking her painting back. Luckily Syzoth didn't touch the paint, but the corner has sliva on it. "Sy' go into the naughty corner?"

"I mean . . . if you want," Sareena frowned. Syzoth looked worried at the threat on the naughty corner, shaking his head. "I know bub, but you did technically try to destroy Ashrah's painting."

"No wait! Don't want Sy' in the naughty corner," Ashrah frowned. Even she noticed how tiny Syzoth was after his nap. "He too little, he didn't mean to, 'Reena."

"Alright, no naughty corner then," Sareena agreed.

"Thank you," Syzoth mumbled, giving Ashrah a quick kiss on the cheek. Or, he tried, he more just smushed their cheeks together, still wanting to keep his chewie in his mouth.

Ashrah giggled and kissed his cheek back, "Your welcome, Sy'! Wanna play outside with me?"

"Yeah!" Syzoth nodded, looking at Sareena with grabby hands.

"I go put the paint away!" Ashrah smiled, already running off to put her canvas back into the closet.

"Wait- Ashrah!" Sareena quickly put Syzoth onto the couch, kinda squishing him with the pillows. "You don't move- Get back here, missy!"

Ashrah squealed as she continued to try to put all her stuff away. Syzoth whined and struggled weakly against the pillows, but he knew he was going to be out soon. Sareena just couldn't trust a baby being around all those paint.  :(

Not that he'd get into them! . . . Again.

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #age regression headcanons #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #mk agere #mk1 headcanons #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #syzoth #ashrah #mk1 syzoth #mk ashrah #cg sareena #sareena #mk1 sareena #caregiver Sareena #regressor syzoth #little syzoth #regressor ashrah #little ashrah

[randomscropio]

Migraines

This is an Inanimate Insanity fanfic one-shot. This was not a request, I just had an idea to do a fic like this late at night and couldn't stop thinking about it. The fic is based on the migraines my mom has and my younger brother ("brother a") sometimes has. I also sometimes get headaches, so I am self-projecting onto Paintbrush (just a little bit, tho).

Warnings: Migraines and headaches (that's literally what the fic is based around), pain, nausea, hiding pain, time blindness, art block, misgendering (by accident), panic attacks (mentioned), anxiety, medication, guilt (but it isn't put into the character by another character. The character with guilt just feels guilty), Lightbrush (Lightbulb x Paintbrush), Painbrush (Paintbrush experiencing pain/Paintbrush angst)

Paintbrush woke up, opened their eyes, and stood up. Their vision tunneled, and they could barely stand without wobbling. There was also a tight pain around their head, like a tight wrap around it. Their vision went back to normal, and the tight pain faded after a moment. This experience was normal for them. It typically happened when they stood up. Well, at least this time, it wasn't a migraine because that would be bad.

...

They didn't know how much time had passed since they had that headache at the beginning of the day (because they were time blind), but their head was hurting again. And they felt nauseous. What was worse was that they were hosting an art class.

Great, just great, I'm having a freaking migraine! At the perfect time! They thought sarcastically.

The thing about Paintbrush is that when they got a migraine they would typically also get really bad art block, they hate this fact because they like to paint and draw a lot, and their migraines came at random and were frequent.

"Wow, Paintbrush, your canvas sure is blank! And you're not talking. Shouldn't you be demonstrating what we're supposed to do?" Suitcase asked.

"Oh, right, sorry! I just got a bit distracted."

"By what?" Testube asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Thoughts," Paintbrush said, deadpan.

"Oh, okay then! So what are we doing, Mrs. Pa- sorry, Mx. Paintbrush?"

Paintbrush expected to be accidentally misgendered and didn't mind it. They had just recently come out, after all.

The pain in their head got worse and worse. That's when they noticed that they forgot to get the other painting supplies. "First, I have to go grab some stuff! I'll be right back." They said, grabbing their medicine and walking to the storage room.

They took some pills before the paint fumes made everything worse. They grabbed some thick tubes of acrylic paint. They also grabbed some paintbrushes (both big and small), painting sponges, paper plates (they used the plates as paint pallets so that they didn't have to wash any paint pallets), and a bottle of modpog (which is used to make sure that paintings and paint coats don't get damaged). They walked out of the room and set everything down on their desk.

They gave everyone a paper plate, a few different-sized paintbrushes, and a couple of panting sponges.

"Alright, class! Today we're going to do some abstract art. Get the paint that you'll need and just paint different colored shapes, don't think about or plan it. It's like improv in acting except for painting, drawing..." Paintbrush paused, realizing how long they had been speaking, "you get my point, right?"

"Yeah, I think we all got it, Painty! You're pretty good at explaining anyway!" Lightbulb said in her cheerful tone, which she usually had at least a hint of.

Everyone got their paints and started to paint. Paintbrush supervised everyone, making sure that everyone was okay. One hand foot rose into the air, shakily, and fell back down after two seconds. Paintbrush immediately knew who it was. Paintbrush approached a fidgety Suitcase.

"Do you need anything?" Paintbrush asked softly, they knew what the answer was but wanted Suitcase to get in the habit of saying what her problems were.

"I um, have to leave. I didn't take my anxiety meds and well..."

"Yes, I'm fine. Go take your medicine. I don't need you to have another panic attack here, especially only after a few days from the last one." They said with a slight chuckle that they immediately regretted.

"You can go." They said. The pain in their head made them slightly wince.

"A-are you okay?"

Suitcase didn't seem to mind though, since a small laugh came from her. She hopped down and walked out of the classroom.

...

Paintbrush looked at the finished and signed pieces. They were all amazing, despite what some of the artists thought of their own work.

"Great job everyone! It looks like you all have the hang of it! You may go now." They dismissed the class, hoping no one would stay so that they could dim the way too bright, fluorescent lights that only worsened the pain in their head, and put their head on their desk.

But, of course, someone stayed. Oddly enough, that someone was Suitcase.

"Hey, um Paintbrush?" Her voice was soft and quiet like she knew how much pain they were in, "um. Are you actually okay?"

Paintbrush nodded, "I'm fine, Suitcase! Really! Just a little tired." They said, trying not to cry from the pain in their head.

Please leave already.

"Oh, um, okay, then. That's all. I'll go now." She said.

Paintbrush sighed as soon as she left, cleaned up the materials, and grabbed the pieces to hang them up. They felt lightheaded, oh no, not this again.

They lay on the ground, squeezing their eyes shut, until they didn't feel lightheaded anymore. They got up and quickly hung up the pieces, then dimmed the lights. The pain continued and a few tears slipped from Paintbrush's eyes. They sat on the ground, pulled their knees up to their chest, buried their head in their knees, and softly cried. They didn't care if someone came in, at this point they couldn't control it, and they couldn't stop crying, even if they wanted to.

...

They got up and went to their room, their eyes were bloodshot and they were exhausted, they opened the door to their and Lightbulb's room (Lightbulb and Paintbrush now shared a room with eachother) and flopped on their bed.

"Hey, Painty, you okay?"

Paintbrush groaned in response.

"I'll take that as a no. What's botherin' you?"

They looked at the Lightbulb and sighed. "Migraine." They explained in one word.

"Did you take your meds?"

"Yes, I took my medicine. It didn't help very much."

Lightbulb clicked her tongue, "I'm sorry, I know that the lights can make it worse."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Paintbrush said, unlike me...

"Well, why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I knew I'd get through it."

"Well, I'm here for you!"

"Thanks."

#lightbrush #painbrush #paintbrush ii #suitcase ii #lightbulb ii #self-projecting #inanimate insanity #paintbrush gets a migrane and forces themself to suffer #paintbrush is my favorite and comfort character #which is why i self project onto them and write/draw angst with them

[thatredheadwriter]

Pleasure

ezra x fem!reader

So, I found this dusty old draft that just needed an ending and some polishing up, and here it is five months later. This can totally be read as a prequel to the other Ezra fic I wrote, sort of a happy accident that way. I intended this to be set a few years before the events of Prospect.

This is an NSFW oneshot for female reader with Ezra of Prospect. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

**Content Warnings below the cut**

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

Coworkers to who the fuck even knows (they didn’t fuck, now they do)

Pet names

Mutual masturbation

Sexual competition

Dirty talk

Cum play/cum eating

Oral (fem receiving)

Fingering

Biting

Slight overstim

Slight D/s undertones, but switchy

Please read at your own discretion and remember to consume your fanfiction responsibly.

Sweat drips down your brow as you held your partner’s gaze, focus never wavering.

“You look good like this, Bug,” Ezra drawls, head leaned back on the rail of his bunk, cock leaking precum in his fist.

Your hand dips into your throbbing heat once more, fingers curling against that spongy spot that sent electricity up your spine. “I think I prefer you with the suit,” you pant as you withdraw your fingers and use the slick to rub steady circles over your clit.

It started as a joke.

Ezra liked to talk. Out in the endless sprawl of the Green, doing grueling work that somehow required all your concentration and yet left you completely bored, your partner tended to ramble. You didn’t mind so much. It filled the silence and your ears couldn’t ring as loudly when Ezra was pondering the meaning of life in your ear.

What you did mind were his little jibes–barbed words meant to provoke you to dispute. If anyone ever asked you what Ezra’s favorite activity was, you’d tell them it was arguing. Usually, you could ignore him. But every once in a while he’d find one that you just couldn’t abide. You were always rewarded for your efforts with a dazzling grin, brighter than any star you’d seen.

“You know, it’s men who’re always judged for our stamina in bed, but in my experience, a lot of you women folk are awful quick to release yourselves.”

The sudden change in topic from the rising cost of filter replacements made your head snap up, and you cursed as you nearly punctured the blister on your pod, which of course made Ezra laugh.

You tossed the acid blister aside and looked back at your partner, “What the fuck are you going on about now?”

“I was just thinking about last night. I know I’ve made many women cum in just a wink. And you cum so fast, Junebug, I don’t know how you can enjoy it,” he spoke casually as if he was commenting on the weather, but your jaw dropped in protest.

It was true, prospecting didn’t lend itself to privacy. Living in the small shelter you’d erected for the dig meant you’d seen, smelled, and heard everything the other had to give. But it was like an unspoken rule that you both pretended not to notice noises coming from the other’s bunk or the tiny shower room only separated by a wall of waxed canvas.

You bit your lip, trying to choose an answer that wouldn’t inflame the situation. “You really talk a big game, Ez. I try to be a considerate roommate, unlike some people.”

“So you like to listen?” a note of interest colored his voice.

“I like to take off my headphones and go to sleep, but I like to wait until it’s quiet.”

“That does not change my position, sugar. Fact is, I can last ten times longer than you.”

“Wanna bet?”

That was around midday yesterday. The two of you had finished too late in the day to do anything but collapse into your bedrolls, utterly exhausted and worn down by the harsh of the Green. But neither of you had forgotten, and you spent the morning discussing rules.

“No touching each other,” you started out, “And we can each wear one article of clothing.”

Ezra agreed without debate, “Whatever you want, Bug.” You work on it for a bit before he added his own rule, “No stopping for more than five seconds.”

“Makes sense,” you grumbled, focusing on not falling face-first into your dig pit.

You spent the rest of your day wondering if you were really going to do this, pleasure yourself in front of Ezra. Your partner, your only sentient contact on this armpit of a world.

That was just hours ago. Now you’re sitting across from him, legs spread wide to expose your dripping cunt to him. You weren’t sure how long you’d been doing this, but you’d lost count of the number of times you’d gone to the edge. As much as it nearly killed you to admit, Ezra was right. Lately, you’d been self-pleasuring with efficiency in mind, and your stamina has been stunted as a result.

Frankly, Ezra wasn’t fairing much better. He was a sight, pants shoved halfway down his thighs, which were currently flexing hard as he fought off his orgasm yet again. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, face flushed, and chest heaving. But all the while, his eyes never left you.

As yet another orgasm builds and slips through your fingers, literally, an idea forms in your cloudy brain. Maybe it’s playing dirty, but it’s not against the rules.

“I wonder what you taste like,” you say with a small, spacey smile. Ezra’s jaw flexes at your words, and you can tell you’re already getting to him.

“I’d be lying if I said I’d seen a prettier cock,” you coo. “Bet it’d fit perfectly….right here,” you slip your fingers back inside, pushing so it makes a sound that has him moaning in retaliation.

“You’re playing dirty, little Junebug,” Ezra growls, but his hand doesn’t slow down on his cock. He’s rubbing faster now, and you can see him losing control.

You chuckle, pumping your fingers in and out, putting on a show for him. “I think you like when I play dirty, Ez.”

He moans again and his head thuds against the bunk. His sounds are starting to get to you too, every time he makes a sound or the muscles under his soft tummy flex you’re inching closer and closer to a cataclysmic precipice.

“I’ve thought about it, you know,” you blurt, suddenly confessing in your pursuit to win and cum. “Wondered what it would be like, you filling me up. That’s what I think about, when I touch myself.”

Ezra shouts, and hot white ropes of cum spurt out, coating his hand and belly. He fucks his fist through his high and you wish you could exist in this moment forever.

When he’s finally finished, his hand falls away, body melting into the mattress underneath him. You realize that your hand has stilled between your legs, too distracted by the performance of pleasure in front of you to chase your own.

“You win,” he grins tiredly, popping an eye open to look at you.

“You’re the only one who’s cum,” you snort, breaking out of your daze.

It’s quiet for a moment between you two, save for your panting breath and the everpresent sound of life outside in the Green.

Your brain must have melted in the heat because your internal filter is totally gone. When Ezra starts to get up, presumably to clean the release from his body, you whimpered, and his eyes flashed to you. “Don’t. I want to taste.”

His eyes darken at your words and a sly smirk creeps across his face. “Are you going to allow me to return the favor?” Ezra asks hesitantly, careful not to ask too much. You’d agreed not to touch one another, but with the way every molecule of your body is yearning for him, you could give a shit about some stupid games.

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, slipping down onto your knees in front of Ezra, his plump bottom lip taking the brunt of his lust as you slip between his still-clothed thighs.

It’s unusually quiet as Ezra tenses underneath you, the only sound in the suffocating silence the air purifiers–no doubt working overtime with all the sweat and heat you two were generating. His thighs are lean and muscled beneath your fingertips as your brace yourself, leaning in to taste the wet release still clinging to his stomach.

You both groan as your tongue licks a thick strip up his belly, salty release coating your tongue. Instantly you want more, so you take it. By the time you’re finished, there’s not a trace of his release left and his cock is beginning to harden again.

“Shit, Bug, is it my turn yet?” Ezra pants above you, eyes dark and wanting.

“I don’t know,” you sit back on your heels, stripping off your sweat-soaked t-shirt. “Don’t the rules say I need to cum first?”

Ezra’s fingers unclench from the fabric of his pants, the fabric still creased from his iron grip. He strokes your jaw with unmatched reverence. “I’ll have you cumming until the next revolution, Bug. Can I?” his gaze dropped to your exposed breasts, and you don’t miss the way his tongue darts out to wet his flushed lips.

“Please, Ez,” you whisper.

With his hand on your neck, he pulls you up into a feverish kiss. The other finds your chest with ease.

Ezra groans into your kiss, “I knew you were hiding somethin’ sweet under that suit, bug.”

It’s not long before you find yourself sprawled back on your cot, Ezra knelt between your spread thighs. He eyes your center greedily, and before you can make a quip about knowing where to start, he’s started a pattern on your clit that has your fingers threading through his hair.

“How do you taste so fucking good?” his voice rumbles in your cunt, making you grip tighter at his dirty brown hair.

“How can you eat me like a man starved and still be talking?” you laugh breathlessly, head dropping back onto the pillows.

“I can do a lot of things, sugar,” Ezra breaks away from the task at hand so he can slide his hand up your body, stopping only to tap two of his fingers against your lips. Without question you welcome him inside, humming with satisfaction when you taste his precum from earlier. You suck and tease your tongue around his fingers, and Ezra lets out a series of low curses before pulling them from your lips with a small ‘pop’.

His tongue returns to draw steady circles on your clit, but you nearly lose it when he slips a finger inside of you, curling it up against that perfect spongy spot that makes stars appear behind your eyes.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it,” you cry, bucking your mouth up against him, but he’s got you pinned. Another finger joins the first and soon they’re fucking and out of you like a piston, Ezra curling them ever so slightly each time until you can’t hold back any longer.

You cum when his teeth graze against your clit. One hand fists the roots of his hair–earning you a sharp bite to your inner thigh, a growl escaping him even as his fingers and thumb continue to drive you through your orgasm.

It’s as if you black out for a moment, and when you wake, you’re jolted by the sensation of Ezra cleaning up your release with his tongue, mischievous eyes locking on yours instantly.

“I knew that mouth was good for something,” you scoff breathlessly as you sit up on your elbows to look down at him.

“Keep acting like a brat and that’ll be the last release you get this cycle,” he says even as he licks through your folds once more, eyes fluttering shut as he savors the taste. Just as he’s starting to get going again, your walls fluttering around nothing, you push him back with your foot on his shoulder.

“Uh-uh, pretty boy. It’s my turn now.”

#ezra #ezra prospect #prospect #ezra smut #ezra x reader #ezra x reader smut #ezra oneshot #ezra fanfiction #ezra fanfic #ezra fic #smutty ezra fic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character

[creacherkeeper]

canvas, formal, informal, and favorite for lizzie, hawk, and sarah?

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

lizzie: she has her lobes pierced but that's it for piercings. no tattoos. she has plenty of small scars, mostly nicks and scratches and some burns. a lot of them are on her arms. she also has a very gnarly gunshot scar on her abdomen that didn't heal well, and a long stab wound scar on the back of her shoulder

hawk: no piercings or tattoos. he has mainly small scars but almost all of them are from like. minor accidents like his pocket knife slipping or sarah catching him with a hot pan or their old dog biting him. he also has some small marks on his knuckles from getting into fights

sarah: ears pierced and septum piercing! she absolutely wants tattoos but hasn't been able to afford them. she is shockingly good at avoiding injuring herself and simply not good at not accidentally injuring others so they don't have very many scars, but i think they have a long scar going up their ankle from playing in the creek as a kid and tripping over a rock

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

lizzie: lizzie Hates dressing up and i think getting her into formal attire is a Fight but she has like. a nice pin striped button up, tweed vest, and nice slacks that like. if she Has To she will tolerate wearing but she's never worn like. a full suit. i don't think she's ever worn a dress in her life outside when she was like. a toddler probably

hawk: he hasn't worn formal attire since he was 21 <3 he never owned any himself so had to give back his work outfits to the interventions after events were done. he's not really a fan of dressing up but he doesn't mind it if he has to

sarah: sarah loves dressing up! it's a Game to them. but at this point in her life i think she'd rather dress up in menswear. as a teen she was mostly dressed to compliment but not outshine divine and i think that's still her mentality. they would enjoy dressing up With Divine but probably not on their own

informal: What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

lizzie: fully just. jeans or khaki slacks. wifebeater. if this woman does not Have to get dressed she is not putting effort in. she has to wear her armor so so much if she's at home she is Not putting on a shirt

hawk: i don't think his dress tends to vary that much? i think jeans or khakis and a plaid shirt are like. his go to kind of always (autism)

sarah: (hollis dont kill me for not knowing anything about 1880s fashion) so sarah for sure has some self-made jorts. sarah was the first one to make jorts actually. revolutionary. and she wears a flannel with the sleeves rolled up open over a tank top

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

lizzie: i mean ... her dad's work jacket <33 its older than she is but its been hers for a while. she used to wear it all the time, but doesn't anymore. most of the time she keeps it under her pillow

hawk: i dont think he has a favorite article of clothing but i think his parents got him a pocket watch for his 12th birthday that he still has. it was like. one of the only actual Gifts he ever got from them and even though he doesn't like his parents that is still special to him

sarah: her wedding ring <333 the only time she doesn't wear it is when she's working in the garden because she doesn't want it to get lost or damaged. as far as Clothing goes, she stole a flannel from hawk that is very old and soft and very big on her that she loves

#thank you bro <3333 #lost township #lizzie losttownship #hawk losttownship #sarah losttownship

[abbatoirablaze]

Fated, Chapter 30

Word Count:  1.7k

Warnings:  slight angst

Steve watched his younger brother take a deep breath as he looked around the completed den turned basement.  The area had been completely upgraded, and looked, for the most part, like a finished basement and not the inside of a large cave.

“This looks great, Curtis.”

“Thanks…” he sighed.  He ran his hands through his short hair and examined the space himself.  It was exactly how he’d hoped it would come out.  Steve noticed, however that there were multiple doors in addition to the wide-open space that was the basement, “I uh…I want you to see something.”

Steve watched Curtis curiously for a few moments.  He closed the door to his own den and then walked down the hall to where Steve’s eyes had been watching.    

“What did you need to show me, Curtis?”

“You’ll see,” the bear smiled, barely looking over his shoulder to spare his older brother a glance, “Just follow me.”

“This isn’t you like secretly about to kill me so you get our mate all to yourself, is it?”

Curtis chuckled, “I wouldn’t kill you, Steve…I don’t think Autumn would let me live a very happy life if I killed her other mate.”

“Accidents happen,” Steve shrugged, rather nonchalantly.  Curtis rolled his eyes as he stopped in front of a door on the other side of the basement.  Steve cocked his head to the side.  He couldn’t ever remember helping Curtis over the past few months with this room.  He hadn’t even been aware of its existence, “What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Steve’s brow furrowed, but he reached for the handle regardless.  Pushing the door open, his breath caught in his throat.  It was a large studio-esque space that was painted a soft grey, with various hints of soft, dark blues as the accents.  In the far corner of the room there was a bedroom set up.  Across from it was a little mini art studio with canvas and paints lined up neatly on a desk.  A sketchbook sat with a set of charcoal, still in the package.  Closer to the door, Steve noticed a small living room setup with a couch and TV, and a mini fridge sitting on the counter.  There was a second door between the bedroom and art room setup and Steve could see briefly into it, that it was a bathroom.

“What is this, Curtis?”

“I don’t expect you to move in with us,” Curtis said slowly, “but I want you to know that this is a place for our pack.  For me, Autumn, and you…and all of our cubs.  If you want to find a place for you that’s just for you and Autumn…I understand…but I made her aware that I was going to build this cabin big enough for all of us, Steve…”

Steve felt tears pricking at his eyes at his younger brother’s intentions.  All of his insecurities started to bubble away as he admired the room, “Curtis…you didn’t hav-“

“I wanted to,” he said, biting the corner of his cheek, “I know that you don’t think we have to talk about everything that’s happened in the past between us…but we do have to acknowledge that our futures are intertwined.”

Steve nodded, feeling an emotion for Curtis that he’d never felt around him.  He felt genuine happiness and acceptance from his younger brother, and he couldn’t stop the tear that fell silently down his cheek. 

“T-thank you, Curtis…”

“But this is only open if you want it to be,” Curtis said after a moment, “I’m not going to force you to live with us…even though I’m the dominant male.”

Steve sniffled, “you’re not the dominant male, Curtis.”

Curtis broke into a grin, “we could always test the alpha commands and see who breaks first…you know…unless you’re scared.”

“You really want to lose that bad, little brother?”

“How about if I win, you move in!”

“Thought you just said you weren’t going to make me move in.”

“Thought you said you were the dominant one.”

Curtis and Steve shared a smile with one another before Steve broke eye contact, “we don’t have to…I-I want to move in.  Having Avery and your cub being close will be good for them.  T-they’ll get to see what a pack is supposed to be like, and with both of us being the dominant alphas I think it will be great for them.  I want us to be a big, healthy pack.”

“One day you’ll admit it to yourself, big brother,” Curtis chuckled, clapping his older brother’s shoulder as he referenced the dominant alpha statement, “I’m glad you said that though…Autumn would probably kick both of our asses if you didn’t want to move in with us.”

“You talked to her about it already?”

Curtis nodded, “Of course I did…she’s, our mate.  She loved the idea of all of us being together.”

“So…what are the plans for the house then…now that this is one hundred percent?” Steve asked, “how are we going to…make ‘this’ work?”

Curtis rolled his eyes at how Steve gestured to the house and then themselves while saying ‘this.’  He shook his head, walking back towards where the worktable had been set up and where the blueprints laid.  He gestured to the other doors, “well those are the elemental rooms…in case one day she has more nymphs…and upstairs…I have the idea where our bedroom can be on the main floor…and we just kind of build around it…we could do separate wings where I have a wing and you have a wing…or one big bedroom for Autumn and us.”

“I’m not sleeping with you Curtis.”

Curtis paled at the thought of what Steve must have thought up, “I-I’m not talking like that, Steve…trust me…you’re not my type…your anatomy is all wrong.”

Steve bit his lip, suddenly regretting the words that had come out of his mouth, “I just mean…”

“It’s fine, Steve,” Curtis shrugged, waving his brother off, “I just meant that we could share a bedroom…but I’ll make a bed big enough that we don’t ever have to be next to each other…Autumn would probably sleep between us.”

“I…I could maybe be okay with that.”

“Okay…so one bedroom for the three of us?”

“I swear to god if I ever hear you two going at it while I try to sleep, I’ll rip your throat out.”

Curtis chuckled, “don’t worry, Steve…we’ll each have spare bedrooms where we can go in case of such event…no sex in our main bed.”

“I mean…”

“No sex while the other brother is home.”

“Yes.  A hundred percent to that idea.”

Over the past few months, Ember’s stomach had begun to swell.  She was a thin woman, so the start of her second trimester had gone surprising in the fact that she found herself with more curves than she was used to. 

Ari had begun to learn that she was even more attractive pregnant, or so it felt to him, as he felt like his testosterone was going through the roof around her, and he could barely keep his hands off her.  And while it seemed like it was all sweet PDA and fun and games, there was still a heavy tension in the house. 

Jake had officially begun to see Rain.  And the more that her stomach swelled, the sicker Ember began to feel any time she was around them.  And soon, she’d found herself spending more and more time in the elemental room, as she didn’t feel comfortable being around Jake and Rain, let alone on the same floor. 

She kept her side of the bond closed, and it affected Jake in every sense of the word.  She could feel his sadness every time she snuck past his room to go to Ari’s, or any time she’d seen him in the house.  But she wouldn’t let him feel how she was doing. 

And it wasn’t like he could go up and ask her, as Rain held a tight leash on the wolf.  She controlled every aspect of his life, making sure that he was doing what she said when she said.  He went to work, comes back to the cabin, and then doted on Rain, getting her whatever she wanted.  And when he didn’t she acted as though it affected the pup while becoming increasingly dramatic.

“Ari…”

Ari looked up from his spot in the nest.  Ember had nestled herself into the corner of it, and Ari was rubbing her feet as she had been exhausted from running around with him all day while they’d gone shopping for the pup so that they could set up a nursery. 

But he felt off as he looked at her.  She was frowning. 

“What’s wrong, Em?”

“I-I don’t want to be here with Jake and Rain when the pup is born…do you think that we can maybe start looking at places?  I also don’t really want to be in your dad’s house…this…it feels like too much…you know?”

Ari nodded.  He’d been thinking about it as well, but he didn’t want to disrupt Ember when he felt like she was just starting to get settled in.

“I know.”

“Do you think that maybe we could have the mating ceremony in the new place too?” she asked softly, voice barely above a whisper, “I uh…I think it would be good if we got a fresh start…”

“Yeah…whatever you want,” he sighed.  Ari was trying to be accommodating.  In the past few months, he’d become so paternal to the pup.  It didn’t matter that it wasn’t there yet, or the fact that it wasn’t his.  Ari spent a lot of his free time trying to snuggle up to Ember’s growing belly, talking to the pup and telling it that they would be loved whenever they made their appearance.  He rubbed her stomach, “I was thinking about it too…the mating ceremony.”

“Oh?”

“I think you’re right,” Ari said slowly.  Ember furrowed her brow as she looked at Ari, “we need to move on without Jake…”

“Wh-what are you saying, Ari?”

“If things haven’t worked out by the time we get our new place and have the pup,” he said thoughtfully, trying to phrase everything right, “If things haven’t worked out by the time our pup is here and we have our mating ceremony, I-I’ll bite over Jake’s mark if you still want me to do that.”

Chapter 31

Tag list:  @fanfictionillustration , @dontbescaredtosingalong , @hot-imagine-a , @designatednewbie, @lohnes 16, @blueeberryyy, @elbell20-blog

#fated au #fated #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #ari levinson #red sea diving resort #selkie #fire nymph #werelion #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer #curtis everett #alpha ari levinson #alpha curtis everett #alpha steve rogers #werebear

[fallen-starlight]

Kirby gijinka + little character sheet and little timeline

I created a Kirby gijinka because I need a distraction from what happened recently with Technoblade + some personal facts, and also made a small character sheet that does not contain spoilers (it will be updated when my fictional "Fallen Starlight" arrives at a certain point). 

Also I found the base somewere online, and I absolutely don't know where it comes from, but I think that it comes from a dress-up game like Picrew or something, so please don't be mad.

Enjoy

I made him pretty skinny because one, I can't draw chubby people, and two, he has a very hight metabolism, being that he always runs around for one reason or for another.

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Kirby Nickname/s: Kirbs, Pink Demon, Pinky Age: 16 Date of Birth: 27 aprile Species: Kiridian/Puffball Height: 5'15 Weight: 56 kg Gender: male Pronouns: he/him, but also like they/them Sexuality: panromantic and ace Relationship status: single Occupation: leader of the Star Allies, Star Warrior and Popstar's main protector Current location/from: ??? Voice: cheerful, playful and sweet Personality: happy-go-lucky, sometimes pretty sassy, caring and really friendly and forgiving, but sometimes can be pretty mischievous Likes: stars, friends, food Dislikes: mean people, his friends getting hurt, invaders, traitors

TIMELINE

499 years ago: start of the Galactic War

20 years ago: End of the Galactic War with Nightmare's victory, GSA destruction

18 years ago: King Dedede becomes King of Dreamland, as successor to his father di lui, King Darius

17 years ago: Meta Knight comes to Dreamland

10 years ago: Kirby comes to Dreamland (he's six years old at the time)

9 years ago: Kirby defeats Nightmare

8 years ago: Dreamland 2 events, Milky Way Wishes and Star Stacker, GSA back to work and Kirby begins training

7 years ago: Dreamland 3 events, Crystal Shards, and the first Super Smash Bros tournament

6 years ago: Amazing Mirror and Canvas Curse events, Kirby becomes a full-fledged Star Warrior and Super Smash Bros Melee tournament

5 years ago: Squeak Squad, Epic Yarn and Mass Attack events, SSB Brawl tournament with the Subspace Emissary accident

4 years ago: Return to Dreamland events

3 years ago: Triple Deluxe events

2 years ago: Planet Robobot events

10 months ago: Formation of the Star Allies for the invasion of Jambastion

#fallen starlight #kirby gijinka

[3pirouette]

Nexus Peggy, Her Hands Are Still Shaking, and What Happened In The Past

Ohhhhh Good ones!

For the WIP Ask Game HERE

Nexus Peggy- This is actually The Prices We're Willing to Pay, but I didn't have a title when I first wrote it, so I jotted down the two best descriptors I could before I saved it.

The exciting part about this is that I've figured out a HUGE plot point tonight (OK, make that TWO important plots points) for this story. I'm really excited about it, and I really hope other people like it, too, because it's so different though I haven't gotten any feedback on chapter 2 yet which makes me think it may be too unique and I may be the only niche reader for it, but oh well- I write it because I want to read it so you'll all have to suffer.

I want to give you a snippet from what I wrote tonight, but both pieces are HUGE plot points, so... i'm going to keep that a little closer to me. Unfortunately, this one has to be written and posted in movie order, so that means until i can re-watch Avengers and figure out how Peggy fits in there, nothing new will get posted. (despite me filling in a few later scenes tonight)

What Happened in the Past- Literally 2 paragraphs trying to force out a Prequel/Sequel for @doctorhelena who commented on my fic “Cherish the Present”:  I would happily read an entire fic about the time Peggy made Steve walk back 5 miles in the snow and then later made out with him behind the munitions tent! 

Here are the 2 paragraphs that never got a plot or an idea beyond "Yeah, that would be cool..."

The jeep skidded again as the snow blew around them. Barnes poked his head through the canvas to pop up between Steve and Peggy in the front seat. “Carter, think you can take it easy? We just survived Hydra, I’d like my tombstone to say anything other than ‘died in a car accident.’”

Peggy let her foot of the pedal, but only slightly. “I can assure you I’m well aware of everyone’s safety,” she bit out, “As the only use I seem to be of today is being the driver.”

Her Hands Are Still Shaking- This is a bit of a mess, tense wise and action wise. it was my page and a half attempt at what the "Steve reunites with Peggy" scene would look like. Below the cut because it's long... (errors, typos, and all)

Her hands were still shaking. “Time Travel.”

His smile was nervous. “Yes.”

“Like Jules Verne?” She looked down, watched as her pinky shook in her folded hands Adrenaline? Probably. Her hands were never shaky in the field. Never. She laughed nervously, trying to stop the panic rushing up in her chest. “But can you stay?”

“I…” His eyes were deep, so full of stories she’d never been there for, stories she wanted to hear, and she watched them change from frustrated to sad to steeled determination in a flash. “I’m staying.” He reached across the table and took her hands in his, his palms clammy. His palms never sweat in the field. Never.

This wasn’t a mission.

There were much higher personal stakes.

“I don’t know how we do this, but I want to, if you do. I know that it’s been…different… for me. I don’t expect that you pined- I’m…dead… right now.”

She gripped him tighter. “I want to, Steve.” She smiled, a small, shy smile that felt foreign on her face. “There will be plenty of time for us tot talk about all the things since we last-“ the word talked caught in her throat. She cleared her throat, pushing down the welling of emotion. The smile was bigger now, more familiar. “We have time now.”

She didn’t want to think about the failed relationship with Daniel, or how she heard one day in the office that he’d ended up marrying Violet after all. She didn’t want to think about the blind dates that she’d been on that reminded her that she had secrets to keep and that a banker or a lawyer or a teacher would never understand how she felt about her job or the quiet, lonely apartment just off the base that made her feel safe and lonely all at the same time. She didn’t want to think about why she really kept that photo on her desk.

Why every once in a while she’d snuck off and put on a blonde wig and went to the support meeting for war widows two towns over.

Steve smiled back but stood, letting her hands fall as he walked over to the window in her small office. “I don’t know how, Peg.” He tooka deep breath and turned, and she felt memories course through her, his expression so very reminiscent of rainy nights planning missions. His eyes locked on hers. “I know things, Peg. I know our future. But I don’t understand the rules. I don’t know if I should be trying to fix things, should be trying to hide. I don’t…” He stepped forward again, taking both her hands tight in his. “I don’t know if I should say any of them to you, even to tell you, to share. It might change… I just.”

She nodded, twining her fingers with his. “It could change things.”

“It might not, though. If… putting the stones back is supposed to protect everything that will happen but…”

“But now you’re here.”

“Now I’m here, and that’s a difference.”

Her hands weren’t shaking anymore. She stood, straightening her skirt. “Well, soldier, I believe that the mess is closed, and I’m famished.”

Steve shook his head and smiled. “Yes, Ma’am.”

She let her fingers fix a bit of hair across his forhead that had shifted, then took another second to let her fingers graze over his head and down the nape of his neck. She pretends to not feel him shudder as she reminds herself this is not a dream. “I don’t imagine this will be easy.” She rested her hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly as he covers hers with his. “

#wip ask game #wip ask meme #I love this

[randomgameblog]

Making menus

The first menu I made was the pause menu and whilst I was making it I found something called tool tip on the buttons I didn’t know what it did but I managed to get it to work and what it did was display something when you hover over a button. I didn’t need to use it but I thought it was cool and wanted to so I thought of a way to add it. When I first used it I had the resume button display when I hovered over the quit button which in code looks like this.

But it doesn’t really make any sense for that to happen I just used that to figure out what would happen but it gave me the idea to make other buttons with images inside them to appear like an X when you hover over quit. To add the X I had to have it in the widget so I could get it in the code so what I did was add the X and put it below the canvas panel I wasn’t sure if it would show up on the screen or not but luckily it does there’s probably another way of doing it that I don’t know of but for now this works well and I haven’t had any issues with it. When I added the X I ran into an issue the X would only display when I had my cursor on the edges of the quit button but that’s because the text also had a tool tip bound so when I was hovering over the button it would display but not when I hovered over the text because it had an empty tool tip bound so to fix that I just unbound the texts tool tip but that's why it only displayed when I was on the outside of it. For the play I decided on a green play button, for restart I decided on a black arrow going round on itself and for menu I decided to use three black lines on top of each other.

This is what the tool tip looks like in the game when you hover over the quit button.

For the actual pause menu I decided to black out the background a bit by putting an image and changing the opacity so it was transparent and making it black I thought that made it look better and a bit more like it was paused. I also thought that the text would look better with a small out line on it so on all the text I added and outline I think it makes it look more clean. When I was looking through the options for the buttons I found a part where you can edit the back ground of the button and change how the button behaves when you hover over it. I decided to remove the background but keep it lighting up when you hover over it as I think the default unreal button doesn’t look great but it looks good when you hover over it so I kept that bit. 

To make the game pause and bring up the pause menu when I click P I had a P key but really I need to make an action map so I can use P or when I’m not in editor escape but for now I’ll just keep the P key. After the P key I set the game to pause and then set the input mode to UI only so I couldn’t accidently do anything in game whilst I was paused and could only interact with the widget. after that I set the mouse cursor to show so you can use the cursor and then made the widget visible as when I created the widget at the beginning of play I set it to hidden. 

To resume the game I was going to have it so that when you press P it would un-pause the game by using a flip flop which should change between the A out put and B out put each time it’s triggered so I thought I could put the code that pauses it on A and the code that un-pauses it on B I’m fairly certain that should work and but it didn’t so I either misunderstand how flip flops work or made the code wrong some how. 

But either way I made a different way to un-pause the game using the resume button on the pause menu the way it does that is by setting the game paused to false and then setting the input mode to game only so you can interact with the game again and then hiding the mouse cursor so you don’t have to click on the game to be able to play it again after that I then used a set visibility to hide the widget again.

An issue I’ve found with pausing and un pausing the game and starting form the main menu is that my mouse cursor will show sometimes when I start so in the character off of a being play event I set the input mode to game only and set the mouse cursor to false so it shouldn’t do that anymore. 

To restart the game I open the level by name as I only have one level and then set the input mode to game only. If I had more than one level I would use a get current level name so it would always reopen the level you’re currently on. 

Making the main menu button was fairly simple I just used a open level by name as the main menu will always be called menu unless I change it.

Making the quit button was also fairly simple I just used quit game I don’t know anything about this node all I know is that it quits the game same as if you press escape in the editor but it looks like there’s some other things you can do with it. 

I really enjoyed making all of the widgets but I enjoyed making the pause menu  the most as that’s the menu I figured out how to do all the stuff with the buttons like the tool tips. Figuring out what they were and how to use them by myself was quite rewarding and has sort of reinterested me in game design I really enjoyed making the widgets and I want to do more stuff with them in my next project like maybe something inventory based as then I could use tool tips to tell you what item you’re hovering over I could do all sorts with the buttons in an inventory or at least I think I could but that’s something to look at for next project.

I don’t think I'm finished with the main menu widget it’s quite empty at the moment and I want to put some more things in it to make it look better. The play works the same was as the menu button on the pause menu as all it needs to do is open a level. The quit button is identical to the quit button on the pause menu as it needs to do the same thing. The play button has the same tool tip as the resume button on the pause menu and the quit has the same as the quit on the pause menu. The only real difference to the pause menu is the high score counter. 

I made the high score counter using a game instance what I did was figure out how far the character is going in meters by getting the actors location and dividing the Y axis by 100 because the Y axis is the axis we move across and I divide it by 100 because in the world settings it says it has a scale of 100 world to meters. I then use a truncate to make a float into a integer as I need meters to be an integer so I can display it on the HUD without any decimals.

Now I know how far the character is running I can make a high score to do that I made a high score variable in the game instance so I can save the high score there. The reason I save the high score in the game instance is because I can go between different levels and the games instance will still be there so I can save the score. Once I did that I needed to cast to the game instance in my character to get the high score there so I can check if how far we’ve gone is farther that how far the high score is and if it is I set the high score to what ever meters is as it the new high score.

To display the high score on the widget I just have to cast to the game instance and get the high score then as it’s on the game instance I can go from the game to the main menu and the high score will display.

With the dead menu I only have restart, menu and quit as if I lost I can’t continue so the restart takes the place of resume or play. The menu, restart and quit all work the same as they did on the pause menu.

To make the HUD I bound text to the distance and high score I’m probably going to change the way it looks as at the moment it’s very bare bones and doesn’t display much. it displays the high score the same way as the main menu it also displays the distance in the same way as the high score in the main meu but you cast to the character and use meters instead of high score. 

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