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dailydemonspotlight · 1 month

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Mothman - Day 3

Race: Vermin/Wilder

Alignment: Dark-Neutral

March 21st, 2024

Ohhh, Mothman. He lifts a man off the ground because he's in a new town. This beloved cryptid hails from Point Pleasant, West Virginia, well known in cryptozoology circles for his elusiveness... and popularity, as he's almost a cultural icon in West Virginia. This wayward moth has a museum, several books, an entire festival... his popularity cannot go understated! However, why did this legend arise, and why is he a demon?

As with many demons, the Mothman is a myth of sorts, though certainly a far more urban one. In 1966, Point Pleasant Register published an article detailing a harrowing report: A man-sized, bird-like creature flying far above the TNT area, marked with two glowing red eyes that shone almost like headlights in the murky black of the night. One man shone a light at it, and it kept back, clearly afraid of the light. Since that night, Mothman became a feared monster in the shadows, a beast stalking the broken-down power plants peppering West Virginia and soaring through the sky with nary a sound past the flap of its impossibly large wings.

Ever since the book "The Mothman Prophecies" by John Keel, Mothman has forever had a link to the paranormal and unknown, as the book drew a link between the urban legend and several disasters that took place in areas where it was sighted, and most notably, the famous sighting in Silver Bridge, which soon then collapsed. Since then, the Mothman has had a widespread appeal as a terror of the night... or a misunderstood harbinger who tries to warn of disaster. His role in the cultural zeitgeist of the Americas almost makes him a modern, American equivalent to such a monster as a Yokai of Japanese myth, a monster whose existence cannot be proven nor disproven, and who inspires stories and wives tales in tandem.

Mothman's appearance in Shin Megami Tensei is... strange. Gone is the dark, shaggy fur, as is the large, humanoid stance, and instead... we get something a lot more cute. The hypnotic glare of the monster has been translated to his wings, now multicolored and downright trippy, and he's a lot more cuddly than the menacing beast that Mothman is typically seen as. His glowing red eyes have small slits to communicate a far more personable appearance, and his variable colors throughout make him transform from a terrifying creature of the night into an adorable little pest.

In the game, Mothman plays the role of a magic attacker, mostly appearing in the early-mid game. With a focus on electric skills as well as disrupting the opponent through status conditions, his strange, almost otherworldly aspects have been translated well into gameplay. While lacking in signature skills, his overall role as a disruptor works wonders in making him viable in several situations.

His weakness to force is a little hard to parse, but I believe it's meant to be a reference to how flying entities may end up getting metaphorically whipped around by the wind, especially given their size- Mothman is, historically, just as large as a human, something that translates to a greater amount of drag while in flight. This is just a guesstimation, though, as quite a lot of the attributes in SMT games feel a bit... randomly assigned? However, his affinity for electricity is easy to understand- Mothman sightings are most often around power plants, after all. In SMT, it may very well be possible that he went there to siphon their energy away for himself, all to unleash it in each attack.

Regardless of this, though, Mothman's unique, adorably weird design and bizarre translation into the game mechanics make him a personal favorite, even past the fact that he's based on my favorite cryptid of all time. I mean, just look at him! Prime goober material!!! This gleepy freak is strange, dangerous, and we love him for it.

#ohhh mofman..#i love every mothman iteration and this one is no exception #the best cryptid. bar none.#daily #smt #shin megami tensei #mothman

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cyberxstarz · 1 year

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been a bit since i drew this goober

#ryan erzahler #the quarry #my art shit #:3

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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Give me my sin again

Poe Dameron / f!reader [no use of y/n]

Summary: A strange fruit leads to unintended consequences. Alternatively: How you and Poe first got together.

Part of the "Goofballs in Love" Series of One-Shots: The Scoundrel’s Reward, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, Flexibility (noun), Give me my sin again, Writing on the Wall

My Masterlist

Words: 3500k (Read it on AO3.) [complete] Rated: Explicit Warnings: language. explicit sexual content. PiV sex. theoretically sex pollen / aphrodisiac. but these two goobers were 100% down to start.

It was a beautiful night and Poe watched as you helped yourself to a bowl of fruit on the table between the two of you. You moaned as you popped a berry into your mouth and he grunted, looking away for a moment.

"You should try this," you said, holding the bowl out to him and he took it without looking at it too hard, slipping a juicy berry into his mouth and felt the skin pop and a flood of tart sweetness on his tongue. It was good and he reached for a handful more.

You were on a recon mission, dropped off that morning to meet up with a contact and scheduled to be picked up the next day. It was a simple mission - hardly dangerous. The only reason you were both on it was because you needed more time in the field and Poe was supposed to be evaluating you for General Organa.

Evaluating you did not extend to wondering if your skin was as soft as it looked.

Or if you would make that same moan if he buried his tongue between your thighs.

"Here have a roll," you tossed a piece of bread to him and Poe reacted a little too slowly, feeling it bounce off his shoulder before he could get his hand up to catch it. He frowned at you and saw you giggle. Maker, even your laugh was sexy.

"Ah, you eat the sinsai? You enjoy?"

The proprietor of the restaurant, a Karwheli, broke into Poe’s thoughts with his question and Poe turned to him. The man had been a lot of help so far - bringing out a variety of local unknown dishes when both you and Poe and balked at the strange offerings. Poe smiled at him. "Yes, we enjoyed it very much, thank you."

"You and your lady, have good time!" The man tapped the bowl with the berries in front of Poe. "Good time!" The man winked at him.

Poe paused, seeing you do the same across from him. "What do you mean?"

"Sinsai make strong feelings. Go make babies!"

He heard you choke and suddenly his tongue felt too large for his mouth. "We’re not-"

"We’re not together," you said quickly. He felt a small pang at that but ignored it.

The man’s eyebrows drew together and then he smiled again. "Doesn’t matter. Sinsai say you make babies, you make babies."

Poe blinked at the man and then you gasped. "You’re saying the fruit will make us make babies?"

The man nodded, smiling even wider. "Sinsai make make babies."

Poe’s eyes met yours across the table, saw the dawning look of horror on your face. "What happens if we…"

"If we don’t," Poe finished for you.

The man shook his head vehemently. "No good. Make babies. Must. You’ll see."

As he wandered off Poe tried hard not to look at you, shutting his eyes and swallowing. "How many did you eat?"

"I don’t know," your voice drifted back to him. "A dozen maybe? How many does it take?"

"I dunno." He thought back, trying to remember how many a handful was. A half dozen? Maybe more? Did eating more make things worse? Also how long did it take to take effect? What were the effects? Were you at risk of not even making it back to-

"We should probably go before-" you start to say and Poe nodded.

"Yeah."

As you walked side by side back to the hotel in silence Poe felt his skin begin to tingle. Your nearness was always torture for him, had been since the day you’d come in from the Republic Navy and taken over blue squadron. You were a rock solid pilot and an exceptional Commander for all you’d only been in the Resistance for a few months. That alone was enough to gain you Poe’s respect.

But you were also just a good person. Poe had lost count of the number of times you had lightened the mood in dark times or made the galaxy a slightly better place for him and everyone else. You were a light in his day and he looked forward to any time he got to spend with you - even if it was just in endless strategy meetings.

He had, until this mission, thought he had done a good job at ignoring how attracted he was to you. How his body was drawn to yours and the heat that creeped under his skin whenever you were near. But now, with the sinsai fruit pulsing through his body, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Every sound you made flooded through his senses, the movement of your body near his enough to set him thrumming. He watched your ass sway as you walked into the hotel in front of him and he wondered what would happen if he set his teeth to one of the globes. Or what it would feel like in his palms if he cupped beneath them and lifted you against a wall with his cock buried inside you.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts, but now he was looking at your neck and his mouth watered. Fuck those berries were potent. It was going to be hard enough to sleep near you tonight before this had become an added complication. Sharing a room hadn’t seemed like the worst idea when it had been proposed. There were two decent sized beds, and it ensured you were with each other if something went wrong. But now…

The room felt small, hot. Poe tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to pull the sticky fabric from the back of his neck. Had it been this hot in here earlier?

"I’m going to-"

"Yeah."

You ducked past him into the refresher and Poe restrained himself from turning and following you with his eyes. When he heard the water turn on he groaned, trying not to image you nude and wet and…

The beds looked awfully close together. Maybe he could move them farther apart? He ducked down and looked but they were bolted to the floor. He glared at the offending metal, reaching a hand out to feel the hardware. It wasn’t much, probably even hand-tightened. If he gave it a little bit of a-

"Ha!" he grunted, pulling the bolt free. Now to just do the other three. He stood up and heard your shriek of surprise, reaching out quickly and steadying your body from where you ran into him. He felt sparks along his fingertips where they touched your skin and heat rocket through his body. You smelled… nice. Without meaning to his eyes fell to the way your tank top clung to your damp skin.

Your nipples were hard.

Fuck what was he supposed to do with that information? Were you as affected as he was? Did you want to touch him as badly as he wanted to touch you?

In later years, when you discussed what happened in that hotel room, neither of you would ever agree on who moved first. Who closed the gap between your lips and started the sequence of events that happened that night. Regardless, the gap was closed and your hands were around his neck and he heard you moan into his mouth and any thought he had about trying to ride out the effects of the fruit on his own flew out the window.

His hands rucked up the hem of your shirt so he could lay his palms flat to the skin of your back, feel the heat seep into him. His body was on fire, every pulse of his heartbeat throbbing in his whole body. He was already hard. Painfully rock hard and ready to be inside you. He clutched you to him and you adjusted yourself so that he was nestled right in the crook of your thighs, one of your legs coming up to hook over his hip.

The bed was close. Close enough for him to lean you back and crawl over you, his mouth never leaving yours. Your hands pulled his shirt over his head, lips breaking apart only momentarily. Your fingers on the bare skin of his chest made him shudder, his hand on your hip pulling you up closer to him.

"I want you," you moaned into his mouth and he groaned in return, wrenching himself away and looking down at you with wild eyes.

"Are you sure?" Maker he hoped you were. If he couldn’t get inside of you, couldn’t see your eyes roll back when you came, he was pretty sure he was going to die.

"Yes, please Poe."

He’d never made someone beg before and the sound of your plea sent rational thought reeling off. Your hands and his tangled as you each tried to get the other naked first. He managed to push your shirt up and off with no issue. He heard a pop, felt his pants go slack and you looked at each other with identical looks of surprise.

"Did you just-?" he looked down at his pants where the button was missing.

"Stop talking," you urged, pulling at his pants again, hands slipping inside. He hissed when he felt your fingers wrap around his cock, his lips dropping down to pull your nipple into his mouth and suck hard.

"Poe!" You gasped and he did it again, thrusting into your hand.

"Pants. Off." He ordered, his hands scrambling against the soft cloth of your sleep shorts. You helped, pulling them and your underwear off together and spreading your thighs wide so he could settle between them.

"Oh fuck," he groaned. He could feel how wet you were, his cock sliding along your lips with ease. He saw you bite your lip and reached down, parting your folds so he could press against your clit. Rubbing his cock up and down, coating himself in your slick.

You nearly arched off the bed. His hands grasped for the back of your neck, holding your face tilted up to his while he thrust his tongue into you in time with the rocking of his hips.

"You feel so good," he mumbled, eyes closed tight against the overwhelming sensations of your body.

"Poe I need-" your plea cut off on a gasp when he thrust his hips harder.

"I know," he whispered, moving his weight to the side and reaching one hand down between your bodies. His fingers found you, and when he began to circle your clit he notched the head of his cock at your entrance.

"Can I-?"

"Yes," you urged, canting your hips upwards and he slid inside. Sweet Maker, you felt good, like a part of him had been waiting for this moment his entire life. He eased himself inside you slowly, concentrating more on the movement of his fingers and the twists of your body than his cock. Your nails raked down his back and he slid himself fully inside you as you came. Your muscles clenching around him, a surge of wetness easing his way.

He held himself still while you breathed harshly in his ear. He could feel the aftereffects of your orgasm in every twitch of your body. "More?" He asked, hoping for an affirmative answer.

You nodded, hands clutching around his neck and he pulled his face back to look at you. Your eyes were open, lips parted. "Yes, more," you pulled his lips down to yours, thrusting your tongue into his mouth and mumbling. "I want everything Poe."

Oh he was more than willing to oblige.

The pace he set was slow. Deep. Pulling out nearly all the way and then pushing back until his hips ground to yours. His hand held your hips down, stopping you from moving beneath him. You whined softly, struggling to surge into him, to set a faster or harder pace. But Poe held firm, pressing your hip to the bed while he fucked you exactly like he’d been imagining.

"You had yours," he scolded, nipping at your chin. "It’s my turn."

"I only get one?" You grumbled, eyebrow raised in mock seriousness.

He bit your lower lip, pulling it gently before letting it go. "Greedy thing, how many do you want?"

You giggled and he thrust harder, hearing the laugh turn into a moan. "Poe."

He groaned in return, thrusting into you with more force. "Maker, I love how you say my name."

"Poe I-"

"I know," he reassured you, lips trailing down your neck. He pulled his knees up, shifting his position so he had you spread across his thighs. "I know, I got you."

He sat up, holding your hips in both hands to help keep you steady on his cock. From this angle he could see the way your face tilted upwards, your lips parted in worlds gasps. The way your breasts bounced while he fucked into you. The way your cunt stretched around him and the glisten of your arousal on your thighs.

He closed his eyes, head dropping back. "Fuck you look so good." He reached up with one hand quickly, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand down between your bodies. When your eyes opened and your lips parted he smiled at you. "Wanna see you come again."

You nodded, fingers slipping down and gently teasing along his cock, circling him while he thrust into you. It felt… fuck it felt good and he nearly groaned from the loss when you moved away to focus on your clit.

Poe tried to watch the movement of your arm. Tried to time his thrusts to correspond with how fast or gentle you were touching yourself. But the sight of you was soon too much. He leaned back over you, hands propped up next to your shoulders. Fucking down into your wet warmth.

Your back arched when he did, your free hand lifting to clench at his bicep. "Poe," you whined, eyes squeezing shut. "More."

Poe nodded to himself, thrusting harder, pushing himself more roughly into you. He could feel his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine. "Please tell me you’re close," he begged.

"M’so close, I’m-"

You came apart. If he hadn’t been leaning over you Poe was pretty sure you’d have shot off the bed. As it was your body hit his and your arms clamped around him and he found himself falling forward with you. Pressing your body down into the bed while he let go of his control and groaned, his release flooding inside of you.

When Poe’s brain began to work again he thought he’d feel sated. Blissed out. And to be honest he felt both of those things. But he also felt hungry. Like he wanted more.

His nose was pressed beneath your jaw and your hands were stroking down his back in a soothing caress. He wanted to kiss every one of your fingers, to slip his tongue along the inside of your elbow, nuzzle his nose into your shoulder.

Well, that last one at least was easy to accomplish.

You giggled when he pressed his nose to you, tracing a path down your neck and then following it back with his tongue. He felt as much as heard you gasp, the soft shudder in your body, your thighs tightening on his hips.

"Again?" The breath of your voice caressed his ear.

It was an offer more than a question. He lifted himself on his arms, grinning down into your face. Your answering smile made his heart lurch. Thanks to the sinsai fruit he could already feel his cock twitching, ready to dive right back into another round.

"Again," he agreed, pressing his lips to yours before pulling away. "But this time I have some ideas I want to try out."

You winked and he felt his cock twitch again. "That’s good to know. Because I have some ideas of my own."

The night was young and the bed was big. Plenty of room to spend the next few hours exploring all of the ideas you both had. Which you did. Enthusiastically. And when the two of you managed to destroy the bed - the sheets a tangled and sweaty heap hanging off the side - he helped you move onto the clean one and cuddled against your back. He thought you might want to talk but you sighed into the pillow and slipped away into a deep sleep before he could do more than press a kiss to your shoulder.

There was always the morning, he figured.

He woke up groggily a few hours later, the morning sun slanting through a gap in the blinds that made him groan and blink.

"What time is it?" You asked with a yawn and he lifted himself slightly to look at the clock.

"Eleven," he grumbled, nuzzling his face back into your hair.

A moment passed. Then you both sat bolt upright. "Eleven?" You yelped at the same time.

The room became a flurry of movement. Your transport was going to arrive in fifteen minutes. Poe hopped into his pants, suddenly remembering that they no longer had a button.

"Here," you offered, holding out a small pin. "For your-" you waved at him and he nodded, trying not to notice that you weren’t wearing a shirt and your bra was lifting your breasts and offering them to him in a way he was more than willing to accept. And not to notice the dark bruise forming at the base of your throat that was obviously from his mouth.

"What?"

Poe jerked his gaze back to yours. "You should button your shirt all the way."

"What?" Your brows drew together, "Why…" You raised a hand and touched the spot and then your eyes went wide and you nodded at him, shrugging into your shirt and hiding his view of both the bruise and your magnificent breasts.

Poe and you arrived at the landing bay about ten minutes late, seeing Pava leaning up against a crate and tapping her foot. "There you are, Karé went looking for you."

"Sorry," Poe mumbled, tossing his bag up the ramp and reaching for yours to do the same. "I’ll go find her I-" He turned to look at her and saw the pack of deep red berries in her hand the same moment you did.

"No!" Poe and you shouted at the same time.

"What?" Pava’s eyebrows shot up. "What’s the matter?"

"Are those sinsai berries?" You asked with a worried frown.

"Yeah?"

"It’s an aphrodisiac," you told her, reaching to take the sack from her.

Pava snorted, twisting her body from you. "No it’s not."

Poe nodded, "Yes it is. We were talking to a guy last night and he told us-"

"To Karwheli," Pava snorted, "yeah. But not to humans. You really do never read your briefings, do you?" She took a berry and then held the sack out to him. "You should try one, they’re delicious."

Poe could feel heat crawling up the back of his neck, his jaw working but no sound was coming out. He thought he heard a small distressed sound come from you and he ignored it while he continued to stare at Pava - the pilot thankfully oblivious to your dilemma.

"Oh hey, it’s Karé. Karé!" Pava shouted, turning from the two of you and taking off at a jog across the landing bay.

He didn’t turn, didn’t look at you. His mind was crawling back over the events of the night before. The fruit had affected him… hadn’t it? He’d felt a burning need to kiss you, to be inside of you, to lose himself in the warmth of your body. It had been overwhelming, all-consuming… there was no way that was just-

"Oh Maker," he heard you mumble next to him. "Did we really rip each other’s clothes off for no reason?"

Poe finally turned to you, his eyebrows raised. "I’m not sure it was for no reason."

You looked away quickly, biting your lip. He saw you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment before relaxing and smiling at him. "So would now be a good time to confess I’m attracted to you?"

"Really?" He tilted his head, "I would never have guessed."

He caught your hand when you playfully punched him, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and then laying your palm over his heart. "We kind of went about this backwards but I’d like to do more… pursue… get to know you…" He stumbled over the words he was looking for.

"Poe Dameron are you asking me out?"

"Well, except for the fact that there’s not really anywhere to go on base, yes."

Your hand turned in his, fingers interlacing with his own. "I’d like that."

The hesitant smile on your face was lovely, and he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss you softly. His lips lightly playing along yours and then breaking away to press his forehead to yours.

"Maybe we should get some more of that sinsai fruit."

You drew back in confusion. "Why? It doesn’t… it doesn’t do anything."

Poe grinned, "Yeah but you see, I know this girl and she doesn’t know that…"

He grunted when you elbowed him and kissed you again. The fruit was delicious, and he had some ideas about what the two of you might do with a handful of sweet berries and a little bit more time.

Tagging people who have enjoyed these Goofballs in Love before (let me know if you don’t wanna be tagged): @wasicskosgirl @waatermelon-sugaar @rebellou @hansonveggieclub @be-the-spark-flyboy @aellynera @onfiretakemehigher

Special thank you to @foxilayde from whom a conversation sprung which inspired this.

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #Poe Dameron / Reader #Poe Dameron / You #poe dameron #star wars fanfiction #star wars sequels #goofballs in love

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sometipsygnostalgic · 3 years

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adventure time wizard city liveblog

well here we go

my last adventure time liveblog, i havent actually done one of these in MANY years... probably not since 2014

this takes place at the same time as obsidian?

DID-- DID CHOOSE GOOSE JUST DIE

DID BUFO JUST KILL CHOOSE GOOSE

yeah i know that’s bufo, they only made it enormously obvious, tsk tsk

@spaceacepearl joked about us seeing choose goose get sent to hell but i diDNT EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN

This music is i assume by one of the many musical artists Adam Muto listed on twitter, it rocks. It’s not as hardcore as Obsidian’s intro, but it’s suitably chill for the scene.

“get offa my bus kid”

Those wizards in the left and far right groups appear to be new!

OH MY GOD--

HELP?????? NEW PROFILE PIC TIME

HAHAHAHAH

THE MUSICAL CON DID ME GOOD, I DID REALLY LOUD AUDIBLE LAUGHTER

i bet hanna and co had fun making these signs

my favourite is the cat with “FAMILIARS HAVE RIGHTS”

cadorka..... wow

We’re not even four minutes into the ep and peppermint butler has already killed someone in front of a large group of witnesses

“this smells of DARK MAGIC” “yall kids know thats illegal right” peps watches the other kids nod before later joining in, LOL

i cant believe pep started the great gum wars and got killed by golb

SOMEONE has been playing Overwatch...

i-- i still cant believe choose goose is fucking dead

how long was he stuck in hell for, or was that recent to together again after new death showed up

i have to admit im not a big fan of spader, too perfect, and not in that funny way either. i hope they give him some characteristics that make him stand out.

im getting flashbacks to OK KO and Owl House here...

Cadebra using music is a reference to Abracadaniel’s love of interpretetive dance in Play Date.

“they only laugh because youre different” “i know” “SO STOP BEING DIFFERENT” oh my god it’s like talking to my own parents cadebra is actually... a LOT like me, less in her hyperactivity but more in her nonchalant enthusiasm and almost acceptance of the inevitable bullying because it means more time in people’s consciousness

ahhh - it’s quietly revealed here that she is responsible and a skilled magician, she is just bored of magic! i like that she parents abracadaniel instead of being downtrodden by his ramblings.

PEP NO--- oh i see the problem, he hasn’t got his Bug Milk... sorry Martin Olsen fans, no Hunson today. At least we get one more Phil Face for the road!

candy people in their natural habitat

Ahhh that’s Doctor Calidoneus! The voice actor was at the recent Distant Lands panel alongside Pep and Blaine’s actors.

“pretty sure hes just trashcandy” - i like you, sassy antler lady

the mystery of how he gets clothes

and once again spader is proving to be the most irritating distant lands character of the lot, there is no subversion here. where is the subversion?

NANI

what is going on here? are pep and peppermint the same person or not? im sure they must be, but there is something going on here with peppermint butler’s soul being trapped in the body of his child self who hasn’t got the same memories.

OH, HYNDEN WALCH DID A NEW LINE yes this is what im here for, special over

peppermint butler cursed himself... of course he did - Shado was correct!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

ROCK STUDENT, BLESSED ROCK STUDENT, WAS THAT POOR GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE A JAWBREAKER

love the reference to astral plane, of course pep cant astrally project because cursed pep is still inside of him

wow, blaine, wow

they have a crush

LITTLE DUDE! COLE SANCHEZ!

i love the dynamic between cadebra and abracadaniel, imo so far it’s the heart of the special. im not really gripped by peppermint butler’s school troubles. i imagine someone else probably will be but i want to run past that shit as far as possible.

TRDGFYGHJH

WE MADE A PREDICTION THAT WAS JUST LIKE THIS

PEPPERMINT BUTLER GETTING TURNED INTO THE FOUR COMPONENTS OF PEPPER MINT BUTT LURE WAS IN THE WIZARD CITY PREDICTIONS ART DRAW THAT HASNT BEEN POSTED YET

ILL SHOW YOU WHEN NICK POSTS THE VIDEO and then ill tell you who made the prediction because i... think it was nick himself, insanity

who plagiarized finn’s signature???

turns out pep really DID take over wizard city!!!!

i love this band

i understand your pain peps

you probably have a bit too much in common with your mother, and i imagine it isn’t easy being turned into a kid and not being able to do stuff that came so easy. you’re disappointing yourself! (he’s literally disappointing himself)

I’m less than halfway through the special, what the fuck. I wasn’t wrong when I said Wizard City had a lot on its plate. It’s noit that I’ve been particularly gripped up to this point, though to be fair I didn’t pause at all during the other specials barring Obsidian.

that... that poor kid is still a rock

and then the preview happened and bufo casually revealed to the audience that, yes, he killed choose goose

i dont know whats happening with pep but it seems he needs to be exorcised of... pep. which is a shame. i hope they learn to coexist.

i have to say the background work in this special is really good! like, really damn good.

WHAT

DID SPADER JUST DIE

IS THIS WHY PEOPLE THINK PEPBUT KILLED HIM

oh thats right - abracadaniel is cadebra’s uncle! this must be abracadniels sister. sorry, folks, he doesn’t fuck.

Where are they? Is this anywhere near Wizard City? It’s an unpopulated prewar wasteland.

THESE ARE JUST HUMANS

OF COURSE SHE WANTS TO PERFORM TO MILQUETOAST HUMANS

my child

is this an art style choice or did they get the people from that one studio to make this

HANNA FINALLY GETS TO FULFIL HER DREAM OF INSERTING KANEDA INTO ADVENTURE TIME

the red jacket he wears and his head pill shape is a big kaneda reference actually, which i suppose makes sense considering he’s a rival to our protagonist, but it’s a bit on the nose

bufo killed one of his own students? but why????

“MY UNCLE’S A COP”

“no one likes a rat”

i actually really like blaine, though im confused. did their VA change halfway through the special?

HOW NATURAL, NO WASTE, IT IS AN ENDLESS CHAIN

did doctor caledonius steal the trophy,,,?

EVIL SNAIL EVIL SNAIL

MONMSTER HUNJTER DISCOVERY NOISE, this time it’s a tetsucabra

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I HAVE QUESTIONS

god i wish this is what this special was about, i miss adventure time

these remind me of the comics with their art style :) i wonder who designed them? the one on the right with pb and pep, in particular, very comics-y.

fdgfhgf because he’s like 500

“pep can be kind of a jerk but he wouldn’t kill anyone”

sorry, cadebra, i have news for you

is doctor calednoius the true villain? if bufo’s out of the picture, she MUST be,

ANTS

oh no, he might gbe stuck in wizard city :(

HELP

the writing on the wall...

SPADER LITERALLY FUCKING DIED OH YM JESUS CHRIST

PEPPERMINT BUTLER’S OWN CULT????

THIS IS JUST OK KO NOW

okay im not surprised all the teachers at wizard city are cultists in worship of peps, maybe they killed spader and bufo because they bullied peps T_T

wait no, they thought spader had the potential, but sadly not

HE FUCKING KILLED HIMSELF

sorry, i was distracted by the pretty dope fight sequence and now the special is over????

fucking jesse, hes probably at least partly responsible for the cult nonsense

This credits art is by Maya Petersen!!!! Holy shit it’s adorable!

LRETGFDRGTFGMHGFHFG

LEAF MAN

DO YOU THINK THEY PUT HIM IN RETROSPECTIVELY

DO YOU THINK MAYA PETERSEN DREW THIS AND ADAM PUT IT IN THE EP RETROSPECTIVELY

HE LIVES

MAYBE THIS IS WHY CHOOSE GOOSE WENT TO HELL

okay, it’s over :)

first thoughts out of the way: not a big fan of this special. it’s like watching a completely different show. it’s not got the PZSHAHH of the normal wizard city stuff and there weren’t a lot of funny jokes or even hearty moments in the thing.

it suffers from a lack of invested character interactions, much like BMO did. there was not a single main cast member in the whole thing! and like i said before, much of peppermint butler’s character in the show is based on his very sweet relationship to his mother, princess bubblegum, so when they showed a single (hilarious) photo of them together it made me sad we didn’t get any scenes with them together. it would have STOLEN this episode. and they teased the hunson golf photo, and death!!! and jake appeared in a photo T_T last jake appearance.

it also suffers because Peppermint Butler is clearly not himself, imo he was way more entertaining in the Together Again special, where we seem him back to his “normal” self.

i dont think peps being a dark wizard was something to “kill off” exactly. i wonder what was going on there? was that actually peps, or was that a spirit he cursed himself with based on himself? we at least know in the future he does become a dark wizard again, and even princess :) this special didn’t answer those questions but lol.

THE GOOD STUFF, because yes, there was a lot of good stuff!

God, I’m with Aracle and Maya on this - I LOVE Cadebra and her relationship to Pep. I wish she was even in more of this - I would love to watch the adventures of Cadebra and Pepbut in their first year of school, like in the end credits.

That, imo, is where the heart of the special lay - Peppermint Butler’s attempts to impress himself, versus Cadebra’s self acceptance and desire to follow her dreams of being a goofy goober, no matter what other people thought of her.

It turned out that Cadebra is a responsible student and family member. I really liked that. Her scenes with Abracadaniel were, somehow, my favourite in the entire special!

I like that theres a lot of cool magic towards the end of this special, and a lot of HORRIFYING DEATH. It wouldn’t be adventure time if you didn’t randomly kill off child characters. Poor Spader, I hated you but damn, what a grim fate.

I like that Bufo and Caledonius had this crush/hatred thing going on, but they were part of the same cult in the end.

I didn’t like the giant peps scene at the end, the monster was extremely milquetoast compared to the madness we usually get in AT. Obsidian, for example, had the awesome Larvo design. Nemesis had some INSANE dark magic!!!! I wish they drew more from that episode.

Considering how much Steve Little appears in this special, I do feel bad for Mace (little Peps). He said he would have really benefitted from coaching, but recieved none. He had to re-record his lines 3 times! Judging from his description of events, Wizard City was a hard time for him.

The wizard school did remind me, heavily, of both The Owl House and OK KO. Personally I was hoping AT would offer me something more insane, but I do love both of those shows, and I know Wizard City was on a really tight schedule.

I think they should have spent less time on the school bullying plot, and skipped straight to MURDER.

We did have a cold opening, not on par with Together Again’s at all, but damn!

I am wondering where I would put this in the watch list? I do think it should sit after Obsidian as the third special. The intro scene makes it clear this takes place at the same time as Obsidian!!!

Well, that was it, the last ep of AT for the next few years at least T_T

i think together again was the better finale, definitely. but wizard city feels pretty detached from AT for me, despite the familiar characters it tonally isn’t like the show other than the awesome brutal death scenes. I thought the last 11 minutes was easily the best in the special! Which, honestly, is how it should be, though I do wish it gripped me more. Maybe I’m just not the target audience for Wizard City? It feels like something I would find very compelling if I was a bit younger!

#adventure time #wizard city #atimers

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openfirebug · 3 years

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A drawing that started as a sketch before I went crazy with my pen. From memory, so forgive that he is a bit inaccurate, but i wanted to try and make this goober a bit more fitting in the ‘spoopy mad scientist’ theme he was going for before people started baggin’ on him for ‘cat ears’ despite the fact the Pokemon Ninjask has the exact same shit yet didn’t catch this flak (to my knowledge), or just calling him evil Cicada Batman (though frankly I find this later idea cooler AND funnier!) The smile was inspired by all the lovely art I keep seeing of this guy, in particular this one lovely artist that had this great and silly milkman AU/shitpost. If you’re seeing this, keep being magnificent in that regard. *thumbs up* BUT. There is more to this drawing than just being fanart.. I drew this at my mom’s friend’s house while we were visiting him, and he gave the most profound critique I have ever heard on my artwork that just.. resonated. He had no knowledge of the game Hollow Knight whatsoever before I filled him in well afterward, so what he had to say had nothing to do with the character. “That’s amazing.. I like how you drew the confusion like that, too.” After I asked him what he meant, he goes on to say “This.” *points to the Infection* “This is your confusion. And this-” puts finger on the cape* “-This is your aspirations, where you want to be in your life and your goals (pretty lofty, too!), but you’re confused and frustrated on how to get there because your ‘legs’ suck.” *moves finger to the legs* “You don’t have good ‘legs’ under you to get where you wanna go. You need better ‘legs’, like a tank. And it all boils down to this.” *pauses, before putting his finger on the face* “This is you.” Looking over the artwork again, I.. see where he’s going with this. It’s so weird that someone I haven’t seen since I was a baby (according to mom) found understanding in me better than most from a single piece of artwork than most people I’ve known my whole fucking life. I hide behind a forced smile and dumb jokes, full of nothing but pain, anger, frustration and confusion, wanting so hard to try and be something and someone actually fucking important and of value, but the cards I’ve been dealt are not exactly a winning hand, if you catch my drift. Just.. damn.

#hollow knight #personal #my art #soul master #traditional art

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shinjukuspiritcommittee · 3 years

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Top 20 2021

My Favorites (updated)

Hello my readers, it’s been a while since I just posted something not related to a headcanon and I am doing one right now. I just wanted to take a bit of a break to just get SOMETHING on here on my days off work. Plus I’m just trying to find my groove when it comes to writing again so hopefully this helps me just get back into the mood of making a post more often lol. I wanted to revisit this topic for a while just because we’ve had a lot more events and a lot more alts in the game were added. And I know for a fact LifeWonders reads these posts in some capacity because I have meme’d an AR into the game with my top picks from the last list I did for Christmas 2019. No I didn’t. I’m just joking around and I know LifeWonders doesn’t read this.

Anyways rather than just make up a list on the spot like last year I decided to use the Housamo Sortmaker (Link: https://club.housamo.xyz/sortmaker/ ) to try and make a list that’s more revealing to what I was thinking at the time. Since I talked about 20 characters ish last time I’m just gonna read from my 20th place to my 1st place spots and try to justify whatever I was thinking at the time. Anyways-

20: Marchosias and Susan: This one was a surprise for me if I’m being honest but I’m just gonna blame the fact on Shukou’s recent involvement with LifeWonders in the form of Live A Hero and how Ryekie and Mokdai live in my headspace rent free whenever I think about the characters in that game. Maybe we can see about getting some LAH headcanons since that’s a LifeWonders property too). So out of all the characters Shukou drew for Housamo why did I pick Marchosias? Easy, it’s been 4 years and this poor man has yet to receive a proper alt or any kind of skin for that matter and I think that it’s a crime. Sure he’s not my favorite but he’s definitely grown on me because he’s just a gentle dad kind of character and his design has grown on me over the years. I just hope he doesn’t get left behind since he has a lot of really interesting and potential things to look forward to in the future given how the main story has unfolded.

19: Shiva/Algernon: The helmet heads are together because DAI XT quickly became my favorite artist for Fire Emblem Heroes and I really just like their designs. DAI XT just knows how to draw robots, armor and muscles well. Also Chapter 11 with Shiva you can read into some interesting perspectives. I don’t want to spoil any of the untranslated content for anyone who’s waiting for the official english translation. But if you are curious Roureem has a blogspot where he posts summaries of the newly released events.

Link: https://housamosummaries.blogspot.com/

18: Cthugha: I love this goober so much. He’d constantly try to act super sentai just trying say good morning everyday. He may not be very bright but that just adds to his charm and honestly I enjoy how he always tries to play the hero in a lot of scenarios because it’s refreshing when they implement him after a bunch of heavy hitting story stuff. I’m not gonna spoil too much about it but I will say he’s more than welcome after everything Chapter 10 and 11 put the reader through.

17: Mineaki: I’ve made a post about him being one of my least favorites way back when I first started this blog and let me just say how times have changed and I’ve learned the value of not judging a book by it’s cover. I still think there’s something a bit off about Kowmei’s style for his characters, but Mineaki has definitely grown on me. He’s a caring instructor who does watch out for his students even if it’s not always in the most direct way possible. Not to get into too many spoilers he’s got a lot of intrigue around him as well and I am curious to see his role get expanded down the line.

16: Ded: Housamo is the reason I really like christmas. The Christmas stories despite following a similar structure to each other do tend to be my favorite stories. Ded himself is also just another good dad character. He’s also two guys for the price of one, so I mean… you know… you’ve got the forever ask your other dad situation. There wasn’t much thought put into this choice I just like santa as a concept because I think the outfits are cute, it’s always nice to get something for people you care about on Christmas and Ded is the perfect embodiment of both sides to Christmas.

15: Shinya: Everyone we need to manifest buff Shinya for 2021, this is not a drill. This is legitimate. We must make Taromati’s and my wish come true. To be more serious again he’s just a sweet and gentle character. He’s also drawn by my favorite Housamo artist. Their characters always just look so naturally good. I’m just surprised he hasn’t gotten much of an alt given he’s perfect material for Valentine’s day. He’s just a soft boy and I would love for him to be in more things because I just enjoy seeing him.

14: Jacob: I have to be honest Jacob is on here because every time I look at him he just gets more handsome to me. I wasn’t all that impressed with his introduction and we don’t know much about his background but I’ve just been drawn to him more and more. Maybe it’s just because he’s drawn by GomTang? I just like looking at him and I can’t help it. To speak a bit less crass he’s another gentleman kind of guy and those are always nice.

13: Shennong: Yeah I like the doc a lot. Firstly, I’m a huge sucker for big bulls and Shennong fits the bill. The white fur really adds to his appeal visually and the purple horns give off a bit of an unnatural appearance. Shen feels like someone who’s been touch starved and alone for a long time given how he acts as a character and when we actually hug him I just lost it. He always has others well being on his mind so he’s not afraid to jump in and help, or give a much needed lecture about when you need to take better care of yourself. He just comes across as very well balanced overall.

12: Heracles: I won’t lie- at first he didn’t interest me much. He looked incredibly plain when among the rest of the cast and he seemed like the typical “bait” character since the banner had Echo, Barguest, Gyumao and Snow. But after reading the translation for Valentine Time Slip I was taken aback at how much of a gentle giant he turned out to be and I just really liked his interactions with the others in that event. And honestly his special quest from that year was one of the more unique ones given the slower pace and more romantic vibe it had. After the event warmed my heart I did a complete 180 and I just knew I really liked him.

11. Yasuyori: Before I start praising him I feel I have to justify why he didn’t quite make top 10 and it will have some mild Chapter 10 spoilers. To be as vague as possible his resolution just didn’t vibe with me at the end of Chapter 10. Like it wasn’t a bad resolution and it was the right choice to make but in my opinion there really wasn’t a moment I felt was clear where he made a choice for himself. Everything just sort of happened around him and it felt like he didn’t really do much to improve his situation. To an extent I kind of see that being the idea given his origins and the story he’s based on and there is some semblance of him coming to terms with himself alongside his isolation being portrayed pretty well, but I just wasn’t satisfied with it as much as I would like to be. With that out of the way, oh my god I just want this boy to never stop smiling and I just want to give him hugs constantly please he just deserves to be happy!!! Yasuyori is a character who’s got a lot of baggage and he’s just trying to find ways to properly cope with his trauma and not repeat past mistakes and I just really like that idea. His role in Xmas 2020 (sorry I just forgot the name of that event, but its when he gets his alt) was a much better representation for his character in my eyes. I’m not gonna spoil anything like I keep saying but he isn’t one to disappoint in future appearances and I just hope this lovable lug keeps getting the support he deserves.

10: Hephaestus: A spicy way to start the latter half of the list. I just want to give this lad a hug and tell him he is worthy of love. But at the same time he is a little shit… and I love that. I can’t fully explain why I grow a paternal instinct in me seeing this grown man sob about his mother but I just do. I want to keep him safe and give him all the affection he wants. Though I am aware a lot of Hephaestus’s interest in his parental figure is… questionable. I am just gonna say I would accept his love for what it is and he just wants approval.

9. Shuten: I’ll be honest I have no proper reason for why I like Shuten so much. He’s just a cool and reliable guy. He just seems like a go with the flow kind of person most of the time and he’s a bit more direct than most of the characters which I always appreciate. Plus I have an unspoken bias for naop guys in Housamo.

8. Durga: While not number 1 on this list, I still really like Durga. She’s quirky but not to an annoying degree, she’s determined and definitely very confident in her own abilities. Her growing to be more sociable throughout her events is something I enjoy seeing because it really creates this sense of growth.

7. Kyuma: I get a lot of people don’t like Kowmei’s art but I really think we should look past it because Kyuma is one of the sweeter picks. He’s someone who just wants to prove himself for his own worth and not what David can provide, but David is part of him and it just creates the potential for a good arc. Plus this boy is unintentionally smooth and will just take your heart when possible. I honestly want to see Kyuma more in events because he’s honestly the jock that carries 3 of the 4 brain cells. He’s also the last one without an alt so I’m just hoping he gets one in 2021 because he really deserves one in my opinion. (Also fan art makes him really cute).

6. Tomte: Tomte is relatively new but honestly his event in 2019 really endeared me to him. I’m trying to be spoiler free because the best way to enjoy these stories is for yourselves but let me just say his arc in the event was really endearing to me and much more than I was expecting. His fan service is also incredibly hammy and I love it. Visually Tomte is one of my favorites, I love his multi colored hair and starlit pupils cuz it makes his otherwise more generic look have some flare. I knew I liked him out the box and when I read about him in the summaries and can’t wait to read the official translation for him. I was just very endeared.

5. Tetsuya: Tetsuya fucks. Moving on…

Jokes aside this one’s a bit simple. I have no shame in admitting I think he’s attractive and his whole resistance towards wanting a relationship is cute in a weird roundabout way. When he says no I just want it MORE. I just really like duo haired tsunderes.

4. Kengo: Kengo 3rd alt 2021. Please LifeWonders I need my favorite Summoner. He’s a bro and that’s what counts. Kengo has got your back, not afraid to rely on you, a very fun and dynamic guy. Sure he’s not that bright when it comes to making plans or any book smart, but there are times where he’s the best at being able to read the room or just understand what someone needs to hear even if it isn’t always what someone wants to hear. His bullheaded nature is actually one of his redeeming qualities because it’s nice to just not overcomplicate things and just understand what’s actually going on. Yes the early story didn’t do many favors for him but to me the events, especially the later ones, do much more work for his character. To me, at least.

3. Ashigara: Ashigara is best bear, and I will defend that stance in 2021. The main thing that draws me to Ashigara is that I can see a bit of myself in him. He gets very emotional when he gets left alone, he’s very loud when with his friends, has a tendency of speaking his mind- just someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. I also appreciate that in spite of the negative he isn’t someone who backs down when the going gets tough and in a few instances he’s able to hold his ground physically at least.

2. Wakan Tanka: Love at first sight. This ray of sunshine still persists as the number 1 husband, but number 2 character. Firstly I am a huge fan of the partial beast aesthetic. The buffalo ears and the horns are absolutely adorable. Secondly he’s a perfect body type; he’s not too muscular but not exactly flabby. Third he is just so positive and I love that. He’s someone I admire and wanna hug.

1. Taurus Mask: The more things change the more they stay the same. I’m still a big Taurus Mask fan for all the same reasons as last time. I just… relate to this boy. He is an incredibly shy boy who uses his public persona for confidence. Maybe I’m reading too much into it but it’s like we’re soul bros!

So yeah, my tastes haven’t changed in a year and a half.

#tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #Just Thoughts #qna #sfw

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whyhellosims · 4 years

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I have some written Felix pXrn

I mentioned it a while ago, but I finally got it somewhat presentable. I’m always happy to share (no minors, please follow the rules! It is only for adults!). It’s still a WIP, but c’mon, who doesn’t want to read about a hot encounter with this goober?

18+ ONLY BENEATH THE CUT! [and if you have a problem with erotica, please do not go any further, I mean it]

Jean was just settling her tab when a man pushed up next to her at the bar and signaled for the bartender. He turned his head and said, “‘scuse me,” to her and paused, brows arching up over his amber eyes.

She smiled, because he was cute and seemed utterly taken aback but delighted for some reason, like she was an old friend he’d missed for a long time.

“No problem,” she said, shifting over to give him some room. He was a fine looking fellow, she’d give him that. Trim but built, average height, hair buzzed close and clean shaven. He smelled of expensive cologne and faintly of smoke. She could make out tattoos on his forearms which rippled with the shift of muscle beneath, catching her eye in more ways than one. “I was just leaving.”

“Alone?” he asked, the bartender forgotten.

“Maybe not,” she said, and did something she hadn’t done since she was in college. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” he said, without any hesitation.

“Mine it is.”

<><><>

She waited for her nerves to kick in as they climbed the stairs to her apartment, but they never did. It was insane to feel so at ease with a stranger, but all those little alarm bells she’d grown used to ever since childhood were silent and calm. Yet her heart pounded in her chest, thudding against her breastbone and making her breath come in shallow little puffs.

“You okay, mama?” he asked, cocking his head to look at her. The harsh lights overhead pooled shadows beneath his high cheekbones and limned the edges of his mouth, catching sparks in the depths of his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good,” she said, fumbling her key into the lock. “Just out of practice I guess.”

“Me too,” he told her.

“I doubt that,” she told him, a wry smile on her lips as she led him inside.

He moved past her with easy grace, giving his surroundings a cursory glance before he looked back at her. She locked the door and turned to lean against it, not sure what to do now, not sure how to start it. They both knew what they’d come here for, but her twenties were far behind her and she hadn’t done something like this since she was young and hesitantly wild.

“What’s your name?” he asked, leaving a space between them to let her breathe, but it only let her pull in the heady scent of his skin, spice and heat with a delicious undertone that made her mouth water.

“Jean,” she told him. “What’s yours?”

“Felix,” he said with a grin, his teeth flashing white against his dusky skin. Something about him changed as he looked at her, a kind of lonely hunger shadowing the slight lowering of his brows. It made her wonder how a man like this could ever be lonely, or why.

She kept her eyes open when he stepped up close, tipping his head as his strong hands settled lightly at her hips. His breath spilled over her lips, quickly followed by the tip of his tongue and she finally closed her eyes. She swayed against him, like the heat of his body was something she couldn’t get enough of. The play of his mouth on hers sent a shiver down her spine and she clutched his sides, muscle shifting beneath her fingers.

Without breaking the kiss, he scooped her up against him, holding her easily in the sling of his arms. She moved with him, arms slipping over his shoulders, her hand sliding up to cup the back of his head, his short hair prickling her palm.

He didn’t ask her where the bedroom was, not that it was hard to guess, he just carried her there, stepping carefully past her cat, who refused to move as always. He tumbled onto the bed with her in the dark, not bothering with the lights, his attention solely focused on her.

It was thrilling, honestly. It had been so long since anyone had desired her, had really wanted her. To have a man like this look at her and touch her and kiss her like she was intoxicating, it made her realize she wanted to make the most of this night, no matter what came after.

The lean weight of him pressed her into the mattress as he curled around her. The bed creaked in protest, a muffled squeak that made him utter a breathless laugh, the kiss broken.

He pushed up on his elbow to look down at her, his features coming clear as her eyes grew used to the dimness of her room.

“I don’t usually do this,” she said, compelled to confess in case he expected more than he was liable to get—which was loneliness so long and profound it felt like home, and an anxious worry of being sadly underprepared.

“Lucky me,” he said, just a soft rumble of sound she could almost feel. He cupped her face, his palm warm and rough, and looked at her as if he was memorizing her, impressing this moment in his memory.

Jean couldn’t for the life of her imagine why he would, but she smiled all the same.

<><><>(Insert boring foreplay here XD)<><><>

“It’s okay,” he whispered, nuzzling her ear. “We’ll go as slow as you want, mama. Just say when, yeah?”

“Gods, you aren’t kidding,” Jean said, trying to wrap her mind around him as well as she wrapped her hand. He was hot silk and slick in her palm, pulsing responsively with every touch of her skin on his as she moved him into place.

The first push of his wide crown made her wince and he held still, nibbling her jaw and her throat, purring praise and passion in a senseless murmur against her skin until he lifted his head.

“Breathe for me, baby,” he said, laving her mouth with his tongue. “Come on, mama, just relax and breathe.”

“S-sorry, I just didn’t expect...”

Him. Just him entirely. But she could hardly say that.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, easing back to kneel between her spread knees. “I got ahead of myself, didn’t I?”

He smoothed his hands up her thighs, his appreciation so palpable she shivered from it.

“Gods you’re beautiful,” he said, without an ounce of humor or irony.

She was on the cusp of correcting him when he bent over her and trailed hot kisses up the inside of her leg.

“Oh holy fuck,” she breathed, unprepared after so long of nothing to suddenly have this. The first touch of his deft tongue on her slit made her melt and she turned her head, flushed and half embarrassed.

He tipped his head, kissing her there as skillfully as he’d kissed her mouth, in no hurry to tease her clit, just taking his time to taste her and map the folds of her body with lips and tongue.

She grew even more wet as he continued, blood flooding her groin, her body softening to his touch even as parts of her insistently strained for more.

“There we go,” he said, his breath hot, pulsing over her swollen clit. “Gods you’re incredible. Just relax for me, yeah?”

She fisted her hands in her bedding to keep from clenching them in his hair when he lightly trailed his mouth over her clit. There was no helping the way she gasped and arched, the demanding way her hips tipped up in a frantic bid for more as he gently suckled her. The pressure of his long fingers slipping inside her made her moan and Jean drew in a deep breath on a gasp, her lungs aching for breath.

He was gentle, coaxing, working her to the cusp of climax. It was innate skill, his attention focused on every nuance of her responses to find what worked. She pushed up on her elbows to look at him and his amber eyes turned up to hers, feverish with hunger and desperate desire.

He gave her one last, light flick with the tip of his tongue and moved over her, knees sliding beneath her legs, one arm slipping around her, his other hand steadying the thick thrust of his heavy sex.

Jean trusted the arm around her to hold her close and cupped his face in her hands, just looking her fill at him.

“I’m the lucky one,” she told him, catching his mouth in another indulgent kiss, arching her back to feel the press of his skin against hers.

When she pulled back for breath, he grinned at her and whispered, “It’s too early to say that yet, mama. Ready to try again?”

He eased her back against the pillows and this time there was only easy acceptance as he slid inside her. Jean bit her lower lip, eyes slit nearly closed, feeling him quickly reach the point where she tensed.

“Sh, easy baby,” he breathed, flattening his palm on her belly and rubbing as he eased back. He held there, shallow little thrusts that sent her pulse racing, each push a little deeper than the one before.

“Come on, mama,” he said, carefully watching her reactions even as his cheeks flushed with heat. “Pick that ass up for me, baby. Let me in, just a little more.”

She tipped her hips up and he hit her limit. Jean gasped, eyes wide, breathing, “Holy fuck!”

“You okay?” he asked, folding over her, easing back slightly. “Hm? It’s okay, mama. You okay? You good?”

“Y-yeah, I’m good, I’m just—wow,” Jean said, her voice shaky.

“Here, relax, sh, that’s good,” he praised, raking his teeth gently down her jaw to lace her throat in kisses. “You’re so good, gods you’re tight.”

He hunkered over her, rocking his hips in a slow, fluid roll that rubbed him firmly against her clit. Jean’s thighs fell open and she smoothed her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, up his rippling sides, her mouth caught in a deep, breathless kiss. The tension in his body sang, every light shiver driving her desire higher and higher. She grew so slick around him she barely noticed the dull pain of him bumping her cervix. It got wrapped up somehow in the excitement she felt just having him in her arms, in her bed, rubbing against her like a dangerous, purring dream made flesh.

“Holy fuck.” He broke their kiss on a harsh draw of breath, falling still for a dangerous moment. “Sorry, mama, it’s been a while.”

“It’s okay, she said, panting and sheened in sweat. She shuddered when he buried his face between her breasts, lapping at her skin with a soft, eager moan. He hit the stiff jut of her nipple and gave her a soft suck, purring when Jean twitched against him, rolling her hips to encourage him. She stroked her hand through his hair, damp now with sweat, and told him, “It’s okay. We have all night.”

He coiled over her, arms sliding beneath her shoulders, back bowing as he settled more fully between her legs. The short, slow pulse of his hips matched hers, bodies sliding together in smooth symmetry. Every press and push of his heavy sex against her cervix sent an oddly pleasurable sensation through her she’d never experienced before. It was heady feeling it build so deep inside her while the rest of her was stroked, squeezed, kissed, and devoured by the man in her arms.

“Oh, that’s... that’s... weird,” she moaned, clenching with every thrust despite her best intentions to hold out.

His laughter was raspy, breathless but amused, hot against her throat. He lifted his head, never breaking his slow rhythm, and asked, “Good weird?”

“Best kind of weird,” she assured him, biting back a moan.

“Nah, mama, let me hear it,” he urged, accompanying a roll of his hips that nearly undid her. “Tell me how much you like it, yeah?”

It was her turn to laugh, half ashamed and embarrassed, but she found it hard to be ashamed with him, hard to be embarrassed. Even the wet slap of their bodies didn’t make her blush, and she’d always left sex with the vague feeling of having done something wrong.

But tonight everything about it felt very, very right.

“Gods, you’re incredible,” he said, undisguised awe in his voice, like he’d never seen anything like her. He even looked at her that way, like she was something so much more than ordinary. It made her feel special, if only just for the night. “Next round I won’t be in such a hurry.”

“N-next round?”

She broke off on a low, blissful moan, wrapping her legs around his lean hips, fingers biting into the hard muscles of his biceps. The way he whispered and murmured and breathed into her ear, his ragged panting, the brush of his callused hands up her body and the way he shuddered, gods how did she get this lucky? It felt so good and so different she couldn’t hold back anymore.

The second her moans changed tune, he slid all the way out. It was sudden and shocking, feeling that hot, slick thickness withdraw. He trembled between Jean’s spread legs, panting hard and eyes hazy but still in control. The fat, swollen head of his cock rubbed up between her legs, precome slick and firm, teasing her clit until she came apart at the seams.

Jean threw her head back and arched, shuddering, coming twice as hard when he plunged back inside her all the way to his balls to ride out her climax. She clutched his shoulders and surged against him, half sobbing when he groaned, “Yeah, baby, that’s it, throw that fuck up on me. That’s my good girl, that’s my baby.”

She held on for dear life, panting and senseless as he worked her hard, rolling his hips to work his fat cock inside of her. She clenched around him helplessly, milking him in climax. His mouth covered hers, tongue plunging between her lips. He shuddered again and Jean was sure he would come, but instead he breathed a soft curse and asked, “You got another one for me, mama? Hm?”

Jean sobbed when he uncoiled, sliding out of her slowly, his eyes closed to savor the sensation. She’d never had a man edge himself with her during sex and honestly she was loving it. When he flipped her onto her belly, she was so shaky she almost couldn’t hold herself up, but he gripped her hips and buried his face between her legs with a satisfied groan, sucking and teasing her clit until all she could do was utter those harsh, hoarse cries.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, teeth grazing her with care, tongue and lips dancing over her with a skill she’d never dreamed of. “You got another one for me, baby? Give it to me. You got another one, hm?”

Jean bucked in orgasm, so rough and hard her guts ached. Right at the height of it, he slid back inside her again, slick and easy now, all the way to the hilt. She folded beneath him, too shaky to hold herself up, and he worked her into the mattress, the headboard banging the wall so hard the pictures threatened to fall from their nails.

“You’re so good, mama, so good, gods,” he whispered, folding around her in a blanket of sleek muscle and musky heat. “That pussy is a gods-damned miracle. Open up for me, baby. Pick that ass up and let me in.”

She couldn’t lift herself, but she wiggled beneath him and he sat up, hands on her hips, knees sliding under her.

“Here, baby, lift up,” he said. “Come on mama, move with me.”

Jean pushed up on trembling arms and he slid a pillow under her hips, holding her up. His hands clenched on her, fingers curling into the bend of her thighs.

She thought he was fucking her before, but holy gods did he let her have it, every glorious inch. All she could do was writhe beneath him, his heavy, tight balls slapping her clit until she couldn’t tell if she was coming anymore or just high as a kite on pleasure.

“Come on baby, you got another for me? Gods, you’re so sweet, mama, I could fuck you forever.”

Jean couldn’t even answer him. She just moaned, thrilled by the idea of having a man like this in her bed for the rest of her life.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come—”

“It’s okay,” she managed, breathless and hoarse. “Go ahead, I’m on the pill.”

His groans grew more desperate, the plunge of his hips more erratic. He surged against her and his whole body tightened, focused down on his cock. It pulsed and throbbed inside her like a heartbeat and she squeezed down around him just to hear him gasp.

“Gods, that’s so good,” he moaned, and folded over her, tucking atop her. The tension left him but he kept rocking his hips, slippery slick and still so big inside her. “I ain’t fucked like this in a real long time.”

“There’s more where that came from,” Jean whispered, made bold by what she’d just done, by how little she wanted this night to end.

He kissed her cheek, her ear, and the back of her neck and purred, “Oh yeah? You got another one for me, mama?”

“You fucking bet I do.”

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He said something to her, but Jean was so exhausted she didn’t catch it. He slid out of her with a soft catch of his breath and after a moment she dimly heard the shower run. She prodded herself to get up and go join him, to keep this amazing night going. She knew the second he was done, he’d leave. Men like him never stay. They drop into your life and give you one incredible night to remember and ruin you forever on mediocre men. You don’t get to date guys like Felix. You certainly don’t get to marry them. There’s no keeping them, you just enjoy it while it lasts and Jean really wanted it to last.

But instead, she fell into deep, untroubled sleep, never stirring even when he kissed her one last time and tucked her into bed with a soft, satisfied smile.

#felix aldrich #encounter #felix fiction #my writing #my fiction

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split-n-splice · 4 years

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This chapter picks up the scene where Ch25 Welfare Check left off. Ya, it's a short one, ya, it's fluffy (I think so anyway), but it leads into things. Not exactly romantic things, but we'll get there. There’s a reference to Bad is Good and Good is Bad (a precursor to this fic) in this chapter, so maybe check that out if you haven’t yet.

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27. Aura of Others – 1

Drakken smirked back at her for a moment, until she wiped her own smile off her face. His gaze hardened to somber stone then and turned down to the cutting board, and Shego had to wonder inwardly if he was imagining it was his competition’s fingers he was slicing through, given the newfound vigor with which he was chopping.

“We leave Friday,” he said decisively. “ASAP.”

Normally she’d be inclined to pluck a slice of pepper from the board and pop off something like, “What’s the rush?” but instead she crossed her arms and bit her lip to stifle a groan. “Mmm, no can do,” she regrettably informed. “Can it wait until Saturday?”

Drakken’s brow creased. “Why? Have a convenience store to rob, do you?” he shot.

She reached for the little paper in her pocket but stopped herself. Her hands were just beginning to spark – her nervous tell. She hid them under the countertop as she reigned it in. “No,” she snorted. “I have a date.” Though maybe angel boy wasn’t so innocent after all. Maybe he’d be down for a little burglary.

The sound of the knife chop-chop-chopping through veggies paused. From the corner of her eye, she could see him staring. Her stomach lurched – she didn’t want to look directly at him – but she shot a frown his way. “You have a problem with that, Doc?” she snipped after a moment.

His eyes snapped back down. “No. Not at all,” he said brusquely and spun around with the cutting board to focus on the stove instead. He flapped a dismissive hand. “Go hog wild. As long as it doesn’t interfere with what I have cooking.”

She watched his back as he worked, grabbing the olive oil and spices from the cabinet to throw in a pan, moving awkwardly as if determined to keep his back to her. She got the sense she wouldn’t be the only one keen on a change of subject. “What are you cooking?” she lazily wondered. She meant to stay perched on the barstool. She didn’t mean to hop off and open up the fridge beside him or steal a glance at the pan.

He shrugged, eyes flickering as he threw a sidelong peek her way. “Fajitas. Do you like fajitas?”

“Better than fish tacos,” she mumbled under her breath.

Shego reached for a can of root beer but caught herself eyeing an elaborately marbled dessert sitting on the shelf below, protected by a sparkling glass lid. He either had a knack for it or he’d been working on his presentation, she mused to herself. She caught a distinct whiff of pumpkin. No wonder it smelled so sweet in the lair. Unbefitting for a villain as it was, her partner was unabashed as ever about his sweet tooth.

“Enough for a guest?” she piped wryly, ignoring the twist in her gut as she leaned back on the fridge to watch the rogue doctor’s frown give way to a strained smirk. For the moment, she focused on the relief that her family had left – which meant she could stick around for dessert.

With something other than value-menu Chow in her stomach, plus an artfully-plated slice of sinfully decadent cheesecake to top it off, she was happier still to sink down in the soft corduroy cushions of Drakken’s couch that evening, hugging a throw pillow under her cheek. She was even content enough to sigh and say nothing in objection when the goober of a man eagerly tuned in to a Space Passage film on television.

The movie was tough to focus on. Shego barely followed, though her droopy fatigued stare straying off toward Drakken time and time again that may have been to blame. He sat slumped in his recliner nearby, absorbed in the franchise sci-fi flick and oblivious to her eyes continuously straying from the hunky Commander Cain. Eventually she tore her eyes away and shut them, nuzzling into the throw pillow and trying not to consider how much it smelled like him, staving off the smirk when the very idea infected her brain.

The room was mostly dark by the time her eyes opened again. The television was off, and only the lamp on the end table was left on to dimly light the den. There was a hand gripping her shoulder, and she turned her bleary eyes up at the dark shape of Drakken kneeling next to her. He smelled of booze again. He really shouldn’t have been leaning close enough she could smell it on his breath, but there he was, ballsy as ever when he’d had a bit to drink.

He swayed unsteadily before plopping over to sit on the floor, and just about melted against the edge of the couch. Shego scooted back a little bit as he rested his cheek on the cushion, his sickly-dark eyelids falling shut. “Why don’t you ever sleep in your own bed?” he grumbled to the corduroy.

She shifted, propping up on an elbow and rubbing her eyes to distract herself from how close his face had been. “Because I hate the springs,” she fibbed, and stifled a yawn. She didn’t want to admit that the mattress was one more bad night away from being completely unusable, if that. She slept better on the couch anyway.

The boozy man heaved a long sigh and hefted himself to sit in an almost upright position. She might be inclined to lecture him if the drinking habit kept up. “I suppose you want a ride home now, hm?”

“You couldn’t ask before you started drinking?” she groused. She bit back further chiding for now, giving a grimace and shake of her head. Even if he was in a state to drive, she wouldn’t want to go. She wasn’t ready to be tempted so soon by an addictive sleep aid, one of the scarce few things that promised relief. Too bad it came with side effects. Sinking back down into the pillow, she grumbled, “Go to bed, Doc.”

Drakken grunted as he stood up on wobbly legs. “Yes, ma’am.” He spun toward her as he backed away, kicking the coffee table and nearly falling as he went, and Shego wondered if he even knew what he was saying as he gave an awkward bow and made an even more awkward offer. “Well, if you care to join – i-it’s fit for a king – I mean, um – there’s room. ‘Night!”

She stared as he quickly retreated, shuffling and tripping his way out of the room. She didn’t hear his door click shut, and she stared for an extra moment as she deciphered the invitation before her face flushed pink.

The whole point of crashing at the lair tonight was to escape the temptation of popping another special little pill. And the whole reason for the temptation in the first place was a lack of control over an accursed otherworldly gift she was still battling to tame.

So it didn’t make a lot of sense to sit up, kicking away the fleece throw blanket that had been courteously draped over her. Her eyes remained on the door tucked away in the niche, and she gripped her knees tight enough her nails dug through the denim. She drew a deep breath. She wasn’t warm. He didn’t make her warm. She inwardly repeated it like a mantra, even as she tugged the collar of her blouse, blowing down it in a futile effort to cool herself.

It didn’t make sense when she stood either, and it made less sense to gravitate toward that door when she really should have been turning around and heading out the other to go home, or to her own room, or something.

It was cracked – she’d expected that – but she didn’t expect herself to raise her knuckles to rap lightly and push it open. Curiosity reeled her in, hook, line, and sinker.

Like the den, Drakken’s bedroom was dark, save for a reading lamp perched on the shelf built into the headboard of the oversized bed, casting a warm yellow glow. She’d stolen a peek once before when the lights were on, weeks ago, and silky scarlet bedding indeed fit for a king had been alarming then, but the bedspread had since been replaced with something more suitable to the new season. She could barely see his shape beneath the puffy blue comforter, and she couldn’t help musing how small and lonely he looked in the huge bed. Fidgeting anxiously with the beads around her wrist, her feet carried her forward before she could think twice.

The spring water stream cutting through the room was like a clear line warning her not to come any closer. Shego paused at the edge as a distant sense of déjà vu echoed at the back of her mind, and she couldn’t help reaching for her throat.

There’d been a warning line before, years ago. He’d crossed it with zero regard, though it had been clearly painted across the floor of her chamber at the research facility, marking how close was too close to the volatile subject she’d been reduced to. Maybe she should have taken the trench as a similar warning.

She crossed it anyway.

But not before clipping off the stupid bracelet and stuffing in the pocket of her jeans. It hadn’t felt so much like jagged rocks digging to her wrist until now. It didn’t even feel right in her pocket, and she had half a mind to discard it in the flow of murky water.

Heat rose around her collar again, but each step closer had yet to feel like an outright mistake as she circled cautiously around to a vast open side of the bed.

Drakken lay bundled on his side, something fuzzy and brown tucked under his chin as he scratched away lazily in his little leather notebook. He licked a finger and flipped a page to start on another before Shego cleared her throat softly, and his heavy-lidded eyes cut up to her through the skewed glasses. The book snapped shut and was quickly tucked under his pillow, one of several heaped on his bed, all bearing miss-matched pillowcases in shades of blue or red or grey.

Shego took half a step back when he jerked upright, catching his spectacles before they could fall off his face. He fixed the glasses on his nose, jaw unhinged, and she tried not to stare back. The once-over he gave her didn’t help the rising warmth she had to steel herself against with a deep breath.

His mouth moved, and she didn’t catch what came out, but she was sure it was confused gibberish anyway.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously on him. The open space was inviting, offering ample room to toss and sprawl. “Do you promise not to touch me?” she asked carefully. It shouldn’t be hard to keep to the edge. The size of the bed was absurd really, at least for someone so solitary.

She shouldn’t be considering.

Drakken both shook his head and nodded, and looked rather confused himself in that moment. He all but tore off his glasses then, folding them up and discarding them to the shelf, as if to willingly blind himself so he wouldn’t have to look her in the eye. “Ah…yes?” he practically croaked.

“Pinky swear?”

Without question, he raised a hand and stuck out his pinky, but retracted it and pursed his lips with a hum. “That would be touching you,” he said absolutely, sounding a little too straight-laced and polite for a guy wearing an old rock-n-roll shirt to bed.

“Good catch.” A smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. Shego fidgeted, but the buttons of her blouse shouldn’t have been what she fidgeted with. “I’ll kick your ass if you do,” she added without the conviction to back up the threat, and bit her lip as she hoped he wouldn’t prove crossing the line to be a mistake. She hoped he was as blind as she suspected he was, but even if he wasn’t, she might not mind the gawping as long as he kept his end of the deal.

She didn’t know what she was thinking, because the sake of comfort couldn’t be the sole reason for shedding her layers. She was warm, sure, but she could ignore the fact as she smirked impishly at the alarmed stare snapping down to her waist as her fingers popped off the last button in question. She almost laughed when stark uncertainty dawned on the tipsy man and he bit down hard on his lip, completely frozen and holding his breath. No sooner had Shego stripped down to her camisole did he throw himself back down, back to her before he could witness her stepping out of her jeans as well.

She couldn’t say she was all that let down he’d lost the brazenness that seemed to come hand-in-hand with alcohol lately. She wasn’t terribly offended by the cold shoulder either. If anything, it came as a comfort, as she could breathe easier when she wasn’t being watched. She was pushing her luck already, and she didn’t need to cross anymore lines tonight. She’d gone far enough. If she could just withstand this without the drug, then she could withstand Friday night.

A deep breath to calm her nerves once more, and Shego slipped into the soft cushy bed and under the heavy cover. She tried not to think back on the unwelcome wakeup call she’d had the last time she’d nodded off somewhere she shouldn’t have. Staring at Drakken’s back well out of reach, she relaxed, convinced he wouldn’t prove this to be a mistake after all.

The inferno of alien fire raging to be let out died down and she felt a few degrees cooler as she unwound with remarkable ease. Maybe she was being just a little too trusting, but she’d grown foolishly comfortable with this scientist over the past several weeks. She was banking on the rising villain to stay trustworthy.

Every blink stung, but rather than shutting them for good, her tired eyes strayed from Drakken’s back to the brown thing that had been discarded, forgotten on the sheets between them. She raised her brow but decided not to mention it until his own measured breathing had relaxed. By then, she couldn’t hold a small laugh back any longer. “You sleep with a teddy bear?”

By the level of irritation in the man’s harrumph, he’d nearly been asleep. She caught a glimpse of his purple face as he patted around behind himself for it, grumbling unhappily, “It was my dog’s.”

The room felt cold suddenly, which might have been a welcomed sensation if she were at home battling the resolve not to pop a pill. The thought of Drakken all alone in the great big bed crossed her mind again, and she tried to imagine him in the lab with a dog around to remind him to take a break for fresh air and a walk. She kept her mouth shut about the little memento, muttering instead, “I didn’t know you had a dog.”

“Yes, well, there are a lot of things about me you don’t know.”

“But I could know them,” she whispered over, watching his shoulders tense. She wriggled a bit to get comfortable, and maybe a couple inches closer. “What kind of dog?”

Drakken deflated with a long weary sigh. “He’s…was a beagle.”

She decided not to press it further. Now was the time for sleep, not for idly chitchatting like middle-schoolers at a sleepover. She was ready to shut her eyes, but suddenly Drakken shifted and her heavy lids snapped back open as he reached for the lamp. “Leave it on,” she blurted.

“Why?”

“Because – um.” She zipped her lips. Because she didn’t want to be sitting in the dark, with pinpricks of her nerves standing out like stars in the night. But wasn’t that why she was lying here anyway? To challenge her nature? She didn’t need him accusing her of being afraid of the dark. That would only worsen her condition and get her wound up again. “Nevermind. Whatever. Hit it.”

And the room went dark, save for the red glow of the digital alarm clock on the shelf.

As her eyes adjusted, she heard the shuffle and felt the slight shift across from her, still safely out of reach. He’d turned to face her now, the faint glint of light shining off his lenses indicating he’d donned his spectacles again. Nerves fluttered back to fan the alien fire at the thought that maybe he only needed the dark to get gutsy again. His pensive hum didn’t help. She was ready to snap at him to take a picture, it would last longer.

“You’ve got freckles?”

“What—”

“Like radium,” said Drakken between yawns. “Radium freckles.” No doubt about it, he was looking at her.

She wanted to roll over and bundle up so he couldn’t see any of her skin whatsoever, but she couldn’t even tuck a stray arm under the cover, momentarily frozen. She didn’t need to glance at herself to know the little pinpricks of plasma were firing off. Even her breath felt hotter now, the more she tried to restrain it. She shifted, hugging herself and rubbing a bare arm as if she could rub away the pinpoints of plasma looking for an exit. She wished for a fleeting second that she had the damn bottle of pills handy after all.

“Doesn’t it freak you out?” she wondered a little too crossly.

“Nah,” Drakken grunted. “It’s rather pretty. Dangerous things tend to be.”

Her brow furrowed. It was reassuring, and comforting, and it made her warm in the worst way – but it was midnight. It was time to shut up. So she grabbed one of the many pillows piled up and threw it in the general vicinity of his head. “Go to sleep, Doc.”

#The Company You Keep fic #drakgo #Drakken #Shego #Kim Possible #(Kim isn't in this chapter but whatever)

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astrcvan-a · 4 years

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both couples because i crave content 🥺

fun long ship meme!~

this is going to be interesting... also, let’s hope the post cuts the right way this time. 🙃(also ily and thank you for having me do this 💜)

KANA &; MILO

1.) did your muse fall in love with mine quickly, or was it a long process?

for milo, it definitely would be a long process because learning to trust kana and convince himself she is a genuinely good person would take time. however, he would fall love with her before he realizes it though.

2.) have they ever asked my muse to dance? do they even dance with my muse at all?

definitely not. there are few things he lacks confidence in and won’t do for the sake of protecting his ego and dancing is definitely one of them. he could be persuaded though... 👀

3.) are they the type to steal food from my muse’s plate?

i see him as the one who unpacks the takeout just for the sole purpose of stealing a bite of kana’s food without saying a word.

4.) does your muse ever cook for mine? if so, is it good – or does it suck ass?

here’s the thing... originally i saw milo being kind of helpless in terms of cooking himself, but that very quickly changed when i pictured him cooking for kana. he would actually be a pretty good cook, but it wouldn’t be something he flaunts or talks about often. so yes, he would cook for kana and it would probably be way better than she would expect. 😂

5.) what’s something they do when my muse is down?

at first, i don’t think he would really know what to do because he’s been all about himself for so long and he just wouldn’t be used to considering another person’s feelings. once he feels secure in the relationship though, i can see more of his carefree, goofy side coming up to try and cheer her up? or he would take her somewhere in the city to do something she’s always wanted to do? (i definitely drew a blank on this one)

6.) what’s a topic they’re scared of talking about with my muse?

anything serious, really. he’s not good with emotions and even after the relationship starts to get serious with her, he would struggle with those feelings because he doesn’t know how to process them and talking about them would give him serious anxiety and he’d tried to avoid it, honestly.

7.) are they the type who’s affectionate? if so - how do they show their affection? if not, is there a reason they’re not affectionate?

i’m 50/50 on this. with his relationship history (or lack thereof), he wouldn’t really know how to show affection? it would be such a foreign concept to him and he would struggle with it especially in the early stages of the relationship. a part of him would have it programmed in his head that the only way he can show affection is with material items, so that would be his way before he realizes that it’s kind of shallow and there are better ways he can show her he cares... and i think that would come in doing something with or for her family because of how much her family means to him.

8.) are they the type to go on dates? if so, to where?

dates would probably be lowkey because he wouldn’t want to attract any attention to himself or her, especially after he realizes just how strongly he feels for her. since milo is milo though, he wouldn’t be able to resist taking her to some unnecessarily expensive restaurant. 🙃

9.) would they stay in bed with mine all day? if so, doing what?

milo is incapable of staying still for too long, so i don’t really see him spending all day in bed?

10.) what’s a typical night between our muses look like?

one word: hockey. well, from late september/october to april/may/june depending on how the team does. during the offseason, he would probably try to talk her into going to other sporting events and/or just wandering around the city.

11.) do they read together? if so, what?

hmm... probably not? i see them as the kind of couple that likes to go places and visually see things whether it’s a play or going to a museum? unless that’s just me...

12.) who washes the other’s hair in the shower?

milo, maybe??? i mostly feel like that’s because he’s so much taller than her.

13.) who is the driver? or do they switch places? or do none of them drive?

honestly... neither? i feel like since they live in the city the preferred method of transportation would come in ubers and taxis because who wants to drive in nyc.

14.) who likes to smack who’s ass for no reason other than laughs? or are they both well-behaved?

MILO. no question.

15.) do they like movies? if so what movies would they watch with mine?

yes and probably horror or action even though milo is secretly a goober and probably wouldn’t mind watching a romcom if it meant spending time with kana.

16.) do they communicate their problems or are they the type to hold everything in until someone becomes upset?

emotionally, i feel like kana is way more mature than milo and for that reason she would be better at communicating her feelings whereas milo would hold everything in because he doesn’t know how to express himself in a productive way. 🙃

17.) do you see them as the marrying type?

i honestly don’t really know... he is lowkey super conventional and would probably want to get married at some point, but at the same time not getting married wouldn’t be a dealbreaker.

18.) if they had kids, who would be the fun parent?

i’m going to have to go with milo on this one because he would probably encourage any future children they might have to do things that get on kana’s nerves. 😂

19.) do they get along with my muse’s parents?

milo’s mom would LOVE kana, especially because she’s just so sweet and she would just be happy that her son found someone that actually makes him happy so that would be reason alone for her to like kana.

RORY &; LEON

1.) did your muse fall in love with mine quickly, or was it a long process?

for her, i think it would fall somewhere in between. at first, i see her falling in love with his intelligence and just the way he speaks and carries himself and her feelings for him as a person would follow shortly thereafter.

2.) have they ever asked my muse to dance? do they even dance with my muse at all?

yesyesyes. she would be the one to initiate it (most of the time) and i can one hundred percent picture them slow dancing together in living room of whoever’s place they happen to be at.

3.) are they the type to steal food from my muse’s plate?

probably, especially if she can’t decide what to get and she talks him into getting the platter she doesn’t get.

4.) does your muse ever cook for mine? if so, is it good – or does it suck ass?

let’s put it this way... she would try, but there would be no guarantee the food would end up being edible.

5.) what’s something they do when my muse is down?

hmm... she would probably write him little notes with and leave them in places she knows he’ll find them. OH or she would set up a little mini movie theater type thing with a little projector and everything and put his favorite movie.

6.) what’s a topic they’re scared of talking about with my muse?

i think we both know the answer this this one... the daughter she gave up for adoption. it’s something she’s never told anyone about and emotionally, she just doesn’t have the capacity to talk about it and relive the moment.

7.) are they the type who’s affectionate? if so - how do they show their affection? if not, is there a reason they’re not affectionate?

these two are a pair i see as being very affectionate with one another, especially when they’re alone because it’s not like they can show that affection in public. she would just like being close to him in any capacity, really. we’ve both mentioned note writing before and i think that would be one of her favorite ways to show affection because for her, words are just so powerful.

8.) are they the type to go on dates? if so, to where?

lowkey dates inside, for sure... especially when she’s still considered his student/advisee. i believe we talked about this in the early stages of plotting, but he would take her out on his little boat so they can just be without worrying about anything.

9.) would they stay in bed with mine all day? if so, doing what?

oh yes... talking, reading, writing and honestly, just being.

10.) what’s a typical night between our muses look like?

if they aren’t going to an event, they would probably just spend the night in. part of this has to do with the nature of the relationship, but also just see them being lowkey in general.

11.) do they read together? if so, what?

oh yes... all the classics, probably.

12.) who washes the other’s hair in the shower?

this one is pretty 50/50, but i’m leaning more towards leon and i honestly don’t know why?

13.) who is the driver? or do they switch places? or do none of them drive?

i... don’t know... um, maybe a bit of both? they would drive themselves whenever they meet somewhere that’s not one of their places, but i don’t really know how to answer this one.

14.) who likes to smack who’s ass for no reason other than laughs? or are they both well-behaved?

this would be super playful for both of them and again, i’m going 50/50 on this but i do think rory would do it more often and for no other reason than she would want to see his reaction.

15.) do they like movies? if so what movies would they watch with mine?

kind of... but i don’t seem her (or them as a couple) as avid move watchers. probably romcoms or something along those lines.

16.) do they communicate their problems or are they the type to hold everything in until someone becomes upset?

yes. i feel like she would be _very _vocal when it comes to communicating with leon and overall, their relationship would just have a good foundation of communication overall.

17.) do you see them as the marrying type?

not really... she would be happy just being with him, regardless of whether or not they are actually married.

18.) if they had kids, who would be the fun parent?

here i go again with the 50/50... but i truly do believe that’s how they would be as parents. i do lean more towards rory because she never went through the trauma of losing a child. (and she’s just younger and i think that would make her a bit more easy going?)

19.) do they get along with my muse’s parents?

rory’s parents, specifically her mom, would probably be weary of leon only because of how her last relationship with an older man went. at the same time, i don’t see her introducing him to them right away either. that would happen way further down the line.

#this was... a trip #but i enjoyed it #otp: we collided in ways the sea and the shore would marvel at #otp: you give me the kind of feelings people write novels about #ch: milo #ch: rory #ask meme: answered

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An Interruption in the 1st Law of Thermodynamics.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35, Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43, Chapter 44, Chapter 45, Chapter 46, Chapter 47, Chapter 48

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This chapter is co-written with @theministerskat, who has also made the banner, knows every little corner of Ann Arbor and has been on this ride as my beta almost from the very beginning! Love you, Kat! ❤️

Also, I want to say a huge thank you to all of you for still being here, loving these two goobers and their story!

Chapter 49. Midnight

Michigan. Jamie’s dorm. His new life.

I drew a heart into the condensation that had accumulated on the window overnight. Through the bold, clear lines of my doodle, I could see the fresh layer of snow that had fallen in the early hours of the morning, blanketing the city in white. It was like a clean canvas, impatiently awaiting an artist to make the first stroke.

Like our lives. Everything felt new, and yet familiar at the same time. I didn’t know this place, or the future that awaited us; but I knew him, and myself, and I felt that was enough.

Jamie began stirring in the small bed across the room, and I turned to see him reach a hand out from under the covers, searching for me. I felt my heart constrict at the amount of love that instantaneously engulfed me.

My sweet, ridiculous Scot.

The floor was cold under my feet as I padded back over to the bed and crawled in next to him. I wedged myself into the crook of his arm, trying to steal as much body heat from him as possible.

“Good morning, Sassenach,” he whispered when I finally settled in. He kissed my forehead without opening his eyes, and I could feel the smile playing on his lips as they lingered between my brows.

“Good morning, yourself. I’m cold,” I purred. “Warm me?”

A sigh of contentment escaped him as his other arm came around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to his body, my living furnace. I felt my own body relax and melt into his, and allowed myself to enjoy a quiet moment with him after so many months apart.

To just be, together.

“What are our plans for today?” I mumbled into his chest after a few minutes.

He didn’t answer right away, and I looked up to make sure he hadn’t fallen back asleep.

As if he were answering my unspoken question, his hand roamed up from my waist and back down, fingertips gracefully gliding over the bare skin of my back. When he reached the swell of my buttocks, he took a firm grip and pulled my hips tight against his.

He was most definitely awake.

His head tilted down slowly towards mine, placing a lingering kiss on my lips before moving to the spot behind my ear.

“Plans?” he whispered between light bites on my ear lobe and kisses just beneath there. “My only plan is to keep ye locked in this room for the rest of yer visit.”

I moaned in response to that suggestion, and felt his reaction to my noises, but just a bit further down.

Trying to not to let him distract me too much, I pushed him a bit more for an answer. “Knowing you, Jamie Fraser, you most certainly have plans for us.”

“Aye, ye’re right. I do.” Another kiss, and then a lick across my collar bone that sent a shiver through me. “But for right now, my only plan is to make ye whimper.” And before I could process what was happening, he dove beneath the covers.

It would never be enough.

We eventually untangled ourselves from the sheets of Jamie’s bed around noon, realizing that if we didn’t actually put some effort into getting up, we would stay there forever.

I wanted to see Ann Arbor; it was the city that had enchanted Jamie from the moment he had arrived. I longed to see the things that were a part of his every day, and spend time in his favorite spots.

It was a selfish desire on my part. I wanted to create memories with him so he would still be able to feel my presence wherever he went when I couldn’t be there. I wanted to talk to him on the phone and know exactly what he was seeing, not just imagine the place as a vague picture with fuzzy lines. I wanted Jamie to walk down a street and think of me, how we strolled there together, how he laughed at my jokes.

Stupid, egocentric, overwhelming love. I didn’t want him to forget me.

“Where to first?” I asked as we pushed our way through the front doors of his dorm.

“This way,” he said as he took my mittened hand in his, “I have something special I want to show ye, Sassenach.”

It took us 15 minutes to reach the iron gates of the Nichols Arboretum.

“The locals simply call it The Arb, but I’ve only come here a few times,” Jamie said, letting go of my hand for a moment to pull his beanie back down over his ears. The red curls falling across his forehead were speckled with little snowflakes. “But every time I’m here, I think of you.”

“Only when you’re here?” I asked with a sly smile.

“Always,” he hastened to remedy, “Always! But even more when I’m here. It may sound dumb, but it reminds me of our walks through the parks back in the Edinburgh. Reminds me of home.”

He dropped my hand again and moved a few, wide strides ahead.

I didn’t follow immediately, but turned and took in the bit of wilderness around me, in awe that such a place could exist within a city. It was gorgeous, and the snow covered trees and paths glittered as the sun poked its way through a break in the clouds.

As I completed my circle, a white bomb hit me square in the chest and exploded. I gasped through the cold wetness and wiped at my face.

“But there is never so much snow in Edinburgh!” he said, laughing. He actually dared to laugh.

“You’ll pay for that, Jamie Fraser.” I sneered and ran to him, ready to inflict my revenge on him in any way I could. I tried, with no success, to pull him down into the snow. Before I could realize how, he managed to wrestle me into the air and I ended up with my head against his back, while he fondled my ass, conveniently set upon his shoulder.

“Put me down!” I exclaimed, pounding my fists against his back. He carried me as if I were as light as a feather.

My response released another fit of laughter from him. “Oh I did miss you, my Sassenach,” he murmured, his hand still groping at my butt.

“Me or my arse?” I asked, actually curious.

“Both. I didna ken I could have one and not the other.” He pinched me lightly, then advised me to stop moving before we both fell.

I stopped, and he let me slide down him, slowly, never losing control. His eyes were glinting with happiness and a few unshed tears of joy when I looked at him, standing flush to his body.

When we resumed our walk a few minutes later, I noticed the wooden edges of flowerbeds left to hibernate over the winter. “I guess it will be heavenly here in the spring,” I said, trying to imagine all the colours dancing around me.

“Ah, was it a bad idea to come here?” Jamie asked self-consciously, looking at me with a frown. “It’s only bare trees and snow now, would ye like to go somewhere else, Sassenach?”

I gave him my warmest smile, squeezing his hand. “It’s wonderful, Jamie. It’s so quiet and calm. Everything white, so pure.” I pulled him to me and placed a kiss on his cheek. “I love it.”

Jamie let out a breath, content with himself. “I thought ye would. And there is a river further down!”

He walked in silence, as we had done countless times before, in a life miles away, in a time that felt like years ago.

We neared a lonely wooden bench that was situated under a tree, with thick bark and wide branches.

“I was thinking…” Jamie started, then trailed off. He glanced at the bench, then back to me. “We had our bench on Calton Hill.” He tipped his head in the direction he thought Edinburgh was, although I had no idea which way east was either. “I thought we could have our bench here, as well. Since I’ll be here for--”

I didn’t let him finish his thought. My lips accepted all the love he offered, all the little ways he cherished what we had. I strained to keep the tears from falling, thinking of all the means by which he had already linked this place with me, even before I had set foot here. I showed him my giddy smile though, realizing how stupid I had been, thinking that he’d come to forget me.

He sat down and pulled me onto his lap, and we watched stray snowflakes fall, looking at each other every few moments, trying to take in our new way of life. When I started shivering, Jamie motioned for me to stand, and we resumed our walk.

“Cold already,” he said and shook his head disapprovingly. “I had told ye that first day,” he stopped, and gave me a small smile, “That ye’re a blue-nosed Sassenach.”

I laughed, thinking of the day I discovered how warm Jamie’s hands always were. “Mmmm, you did.”

“I had gone back home and spent the rest of the night thinking if you might have taken offense. But then, you’d given me yer number, so it couldna been that bad.”

“No, not that bad,” I agreed, feeling the warmth of his hand through my gloves. “Not bad at all.”

We followed a path along the river, and when my limbs became sufficiently cold to complain about, Jamie agreed to go to a coffee shop for a little break.

He suggested at least ten different options with great coffee and tea, but we settled for the one closest to central campus, that he frequented every morning before class. On our way there, Jamie greeted several students that passed by us, and I started wondering just how popular he had become here, and in such a small amount of time. It seemed that the tall, redheaded Scot had made quite an impression.

Jamie told me all about the swim team as we neared our destination. He went on about their training, the new coach and the facilities at the university. Everything had surpassed his expectations. He was enraptured, and I felt my heart swell for him. He had made the best choice, and I took a little pride in the fact that I had helped him do so.

“When will I meet John?” I asked when he finally stopped to take a breath from his rambling.

Jamie hesitated for a moment as he held the door open to corner coffee shop for me, but finally continued once we took our spot in line.

“He texted me this morning, Sassenach. Hector is having a party at his place tonight, and John asked if we wanted to go.” He looked at me, uncharacteristically indecisive. “I would rather have ye all to myself, but I don’t think I’ll be able to, now.”

“We could go,” I shrugged. “We’ve had all day to ourselves, and it’s not like I’m leaving tomorrow.” Jamie made a sad face, and I pulled him down to me for a kiss. “We still have plenty of time! Plus, I want to meet John.”

“Aye, he wants to meet ye, too. Even though I dinna ken whether the combination of the two of ye will turn out well for me.”

I snorted and looked at him cunningly. “Maybe I’ll make him tell me your secrets.” I wiggled my eyebrows and he laughed.

“I think ye already ken all my secrets, mo chridhe,” he whispered in my ear and pulled me closer. The older women behind us coughed loudly just as our lips met again, and we apologized, stepping up to the counter to order.

We sat at a table near the wide glass windows, looking out at the street. I felt warmth finally seeping into my body, and with the hot coffee between my hands, the tall Scot sitting across from me, I couldn’t hold my smile back.

We talked about Edinburgh, about Jenny and Ian who were trying to persuade Brian into producing cider as well, and of Rupert and Angus, who had returned to Edinburgh and started a shop fixing bikes, in a forgotten basement close to the city centre. We talked about Oxford, and about my next visit before more obligations would start on my part. It felt wonderful, talking to him again, feeling his hand holding mine, reaching out and touching him. So simple. So perfect.

After several refills we were ready to face the cold again, and left the small cafe. Jamie had a whole list of things we could do, but our late start to the day severely limited our options now.

“We could browse the art museum for a bit. It’d be warm in there,” he suggested as he tightened the scarf around my neck.

“I’d like that,” I told him and we set off.

The museum itself was small in comparison to others, but still held a number of intriguing installations that we found ourselves discussing quietly. Belatedly, we realized that we’d never perused a museum together, and agreed on visiting more of the collections in the following days. On our way out, I noticed a display advertising the museum’s African art gallery and made a mental note to make sure we made it to that one.

The sun had already set when we left the museum and both of our stomachs had begun rumbling for food. After grabbing a quick bite to eat at the student union, Jamie texted John asking for Hector’s address.

“What kind of party will this be, exactly?” I asked while we waited for John’s reply.

“What d’ye mean, Sassenach?”

“Do we need to dress up?” I raised an eyebrow, then raised my arms, indicating that my huge, puffy coat may not be proper party attire.

“Och, no.” Jamie shrugged. “I dinna think it will be anything fancy.” In an instant his arm was around my waist, pulling me to him. “Ye’re beautiful, babe,” his said in a most sincere, mellow voice. “So beautiful that I’m thinking of texting John we willna make it.”

I smiled against his lips and took them in mine.

Later that night, nestled between Jamie’s body and the arm of Hector’s sofa, I closed my eyes, listening to the soft notes of the guitar. It was dreamy.

“D’ye like it, Sassenach?” I heard Jamie’s whisper, his arm pulling me closer to him.

“Mmmm… I envy John.”

That startled him, and he moved back to look at me. “Why on earth would you envy John?”

“Well…” I chuckled. “Hector is tall, handsome, kind, clever, with his own apartment, and he plays the guitar. Isn’t that obvious?” Jamie made a sound I couldn’t characterize, but I was sure it wasn’t amusement. “What?”

“Nothing,” he murmured, turning his eyes away.

“Hey,” I crooned and pinched his side. “Are you really jealous of Hector?”

“I’m not jealous!” he exclaimed a bit louder than he meant to be, and John scowled at us, his gaze leaving Hector for the first time since his boyfriend had started playing.

“Oh, come here, you…” I paused, grinning, but Jamie didn’t look at me. “Chippy Scot!” I finished, bringing my hand around his neck, and lowering his face to me until I could capture his lips in mine.

I didn’t pay attention to the rest of the song. When Jamie pulled back to look at me again, he had a crooked smile on his face.

“So, ye like me more?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

“I love you, stupid--” I didn’t get to finish my sentence, his teeth taking hold of my bottom lip.

Hector continued strumming soft tunes on his guitar, now with John sitting next to him, when Jamie’s eyes went wide with panic.

“Where is your coat?” he asked, springing from the couch.

“In a room, somewhere.” I looked at him puzzled, unable to understand what had gotten into him all of a sudden.

A minute later he was back, with our coats, scarves and gloves in his arms. We said a hasty goodnight to the rest of the group and took our leave, Jamie practically dragging me out onto the street.

“Jamie, what’s going on? What’s the matter?” The cold felt like an attack on my body, and I struggled as I tried to put on my gloves, while fixing my scarf tighter around my neck.

“What time is it, Sassenach?”

“What? What does it-”

“Claire! The time!”

Giving up hope of getting words out of him that made any sense, I dug into the pocket of my coat for my phone. I held it up to my face and the screen lit immediately.

“It’s 11:48. Why does it matter? Will your carriage turn into a pumpkin come midnight?” He chuckled at my stupid joke, but took my free hand in his and led me down the snowy walkway.

“Aye, I’ll make sure I leave my glass slipper behind.” I looked down at his long feet, laughing at the notion of Jamie in slippers. “Come on,” he said, tugging at my hand. “It’s a ten-minute walk in the best conditions. We have to hurry.”

And with no more explanation than that, he began walking, pulling me along behind him as I nearly ran to keep up with his long strides.

Even properly secured against the wind the night air was cold against my cheeks, and I knew they’d be a deep pink by the time we got to where we were going.Jamie didn’t slow his pace, but he kept glancing back to me to make sure I was alright, a large sly smile spreading wide across his face.

After what seemed like the longest street block in history, Jamie turned and I saw the coffee shop from that afternoon on the corner. He kept moving towards an archway ahead of us, and I knew it led into the diagonal yard he had shown me on my tour of the campus earlier in the day.

Unsure where exactly we were going, I was surprised when Jamie suddenly stopped in the middle of the archway. Not expecting such a sudden halt, I crashed into the back of him and felt my feet go out from underneath me on a rogue patch of ice.

I braced myself for impact with the pavement, but Jamie caught me before I went down. He held tight to my arms as I steadied myself and I glared up at him.

“What in God’s name is going on, Jamie Fraser? Why the sudden rush out into the cold?”

“What time is it?”

I glowered at him, but didn’t protest this time and looked to my phone once again.

“11:57.” The smile I had seen on his face during our walk reappeared, this time even bigger.

“This is the West Hall Engineering Arch.” He raised his hands and gestured to the brick archway all around us. “It was built in 1904. A long time ago, the female students lived way up in that direction,” he pointed towards one end of the arch, “And the men lived down here on central campus.”

He closed the distance between us, hands coming to a rest on my hips.

“After a date, the lasses and laddies,” I giggled at his put on heavy Scots accent, but he ignored me and continued, “Would part ways for the night right here and say their goodbyes. Legend has it, that if ye kiss someone at midnight under this arch, ye’ll marry ‘em. So, Sassenach, I’ll ask ye once more, what time is it?”

My brained stopped. My pulse quickened and I felt my heart flutter as I looked down to my phone a final time.

“Midnight,” I whispered, but his lips were on mine before I could get the entire word out.

Chapter 50

#thermodynamics #the first law of thermodynamics #jamie x claire #high school AU #college AU #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #well look at all this fluffy fluff

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