#new romantic mime

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naked under the clown dress, with G.

#vintage #female photographers #my photos #photography #moodyports #maine #romantic aesthetic #jester #clown art #clownblr #mime #clowncore #new england #clown girl

[g1rld1ary]

5 people james didn't mean to kiss (and one he did) ; james potter x fem!reader

➻ first james fic!! i love reviving old fanfic trends <33

➻ word count: 4494

➻ synopsis: says it on the tin baby!

➻ warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/dirty jokes, era typical homophobia (basically nonexistent)

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James Potter was a very affectionate person, everyone knew that. His love language was absolutely physical touch — everyone knew that too. It was also assumed, therefore, that James Potter had an extensive list of kisses. That assumption wasn’t necessarily wrong, but a good chunk of them weren’t exactly what you imagined when thinking of the great James Potter kissing someone. They were often impulsive when he didn’t know how else to express his feelings. His very first kiss, for example, wasn’t exactly the cheesy, romantic soap opera that he often advertised providing for girls.

Sirius Black

The Marauders sat in their dorm room, early on in second year. While first year was packed with ridiculous adventures and the forming of their friendship group, second year brought a new awareness of girls, romance and especially kissing. That was the topic of discussion as the boys all packed into one bed, hypothesising about what it might be like. James and Sirius led the discussion with much bravado and false confidence whilst Peter looked decidedly scared. Remus, to his credit, just looked rather amused at it all.

“But where do you touch her?” James asked, eyes still wide and innocent and twelve years old, “I can’t just stand there with my hands at my sides like a twat!”

“Don’t be stupid, you hold her like this.” Sirius bent his arms in a direction that looked borderline painful. Remus huffed and climbed off the bed, pulling both the boys with him.

“If you’re gonna kiss a girl,” Remus instructed, “You have to hold her gently. Don’t push her around like she’s dead weight. James, put your arms around Sirius’ waist like that, now Sirius, you put your arms around his neck.”

“Pete’s gonna think we’re bent,” Sirius grumbled, a red hue on his cheeks.

“You are bent, you poof,” Peter quipped from his spot on the bed. He was right, of course, but that wouldn’t come to light until fourth year. James thought this was hilarious though, and began miming exaggerated — rather sloppy — kisses. And since James never failed to cure Sirius of his moods, he did the same. Remus rolled his eyes as the two boys acted out a passionate scene, loose tongues and all, until they were no longer acting.

All four boys in the dorm were frozen as James and Sirius’ mouths had accidentally connected in their stupidity, none of them sure what to do. Seconds passed as the two stood, lips locked against each other, no one daring to move. At least, until Remus let out a long, uncharacteristic wheeze, which dissolved into a fit of giggles that he would usually be mortified by, but there was no way he was outdoing the kiss anytime soon. Peter followed along momentarily, laughing so hard barely any sound actually came out, silent heaves punctuated by gasping breaths.

Released from their stupor both boys leapt apart, wiping their mouths with their forearms. Both had comical expressions of disgust, still slightly too stunned to verbalise any of it.

“We,” James heaved, “Can never speak of this again. Ever.” Sirius agreed in a heartbeat, still unable to completely wipe the blush from his pale complexion. He probably would have dwelled on those feelings if James wasn’t James, beginning to see the humour in it soon enough. By the end of the night it was an inside joke that would proceed to be referenced countless times within the walls of Hogwarts.

So although James would tell the story of his first kiss quite differently — he alleged it was with a Ravenclaw named Keeley a few weeks later, his proper first kiss will always have been with one Sirius Black in the Gryffindor dormitories on an otherwise unassuming Tuesday evening. And that secret was held onto dearly by all four marauders until, of course, Sirius’ best man speech at James’ wedding, where the anecdote received uproarious applause, loudest of all by James himself.

2. Remus Lupin

The Marauders had all known about Remus’ ‘furry little problem’ since their second year — first for the most perceptive of the bunch. Nevertheless, the group were insistent in helping Remus in any way they could, though it was a difficult task when his alter ego had no resistance to killing them. Until Sirius had come to them with the idea of becoming animagi. It was difficult no doubt, advanced magic far beyond the teaching at Hogwarts, but the four of them were exceptional wizards each in their own way, and the project seemed somewhat manageable with four brains chipping away at it over the course of two years.

When they finally did get it, hardly any of them could believe it, least of all Remus. He had never imagined that the human side of him was worthy of this much love and devotion, let alone the monster within him. However, despite how they tried to play it off, the achievement didn’t come easily to any of them. Sirius was the first to get it, big black dog accompanying the group around the castle and becoming an unexpected staple of the Gryffindor common room. You in particular liked to cuddle up with him on the couch and spoil him with head scratches when you were stressed from school — at least until the secret was revealed and you hit him upside his human head for deceiving you.

James was second to get it, though much less gracefully than Sirius. The whole group of Gryffindors had been hanging out together down by the Black Lake, enjoying the slowly warming weather after class one day. James had the misfortune of being sat between you and Lily, which made things very confusing for his hormonal body and brain. His eyes were trained on his hands, too afraid to actually talk to either of you and embarrass himself which was what usually happened. You and Lily, however, were hell bent on making that occur. While James had had a well known crush on Lily for the last few years, ever since you’d come back to school that year post-puberty you could both tell that James was both emotionally and physically confused. You both delighted in this and used it to your advantage, Lily finding him the most annoying man on earth and you delighting in his flustered expressions (secretly finding him actually pretty cute).

After thirty minutes of torture, James couldn’t take it. You’d made one too many dirty jokes directed at him and he was a blushing mess, fidgeting awkwardly between you and Lily laughing gleefully. He excused himself quickly and uncharacteristically quietly, hurrying off to be out of sight of his friends. You all laughed as you watched him go, and Remus reluctantly stood, muttering something about making sure James didn’t drive himself crazy.

Remus headed straight to the Forbidden Forest, knowing the privacy would be what James desired in the moment. Sure enough there he was, taking a moment to breathe against a tree.

“Easy there, Potter, don’t cum in your pants,” He joked, obviously amused by the whole ordeal. James turned quickly, devastated at Remus seeing him so sexually frustrated.

“Sod off, Lupin. It’s not my fault! They both just sit there looking so fucking good, talking about all these unholy things and you expect me to just be fine with it? It’s so—” Instead of the exasperated groan Remus expected, he was met with a stag standing tall in front of him. He couldn’t help his mouth dropping open, the animal far more magnificent than he could have expected out of the fourteen year old boy.

In a weird shift of figure the deer was back to boy, and James only had a moment of shocked stillness before he was whooping and yelling in the grass. Remus joined him, the two of them yelling and dancing around like idiots in their joy. James pulled him in for a hug, appropriately masculine until he pressed a kiss onto Remus’ lips, still grinning ecstatically as they pulled away. Remus scowled in a way he hoped was convincing.

“I hate it when you do that, Potter,” He grumbled as the two of them returned to their friends.

“Yeah, right,” James laughed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “It’s a blessing to be kissed by my sexy arse.”

3. Peter Pettigrew

While all four of the Marauders were undoubtedly exceptional wizards, that didn’t always translate into their grades. For example, being so ahead in the curriculum made James Potter get lazy, often submitting subpar essays simply because he figured it was already common knowledge and he was more interested in higher level magic. He always ended up with top grades from outstanding extra credit projects, but the point still stood.

Peter was similarly a great wizard. Perhaps not so much a prodigy like James or Sirius, and didn’t dominate the class ranks like Remus, but he did well for himself and was pretty exceptional in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. However, he was failing History of Magic. All four of them had chosen the subject for their OWLs, assuming it would be an easy O because of the ghost professor. They couldn’t be more wrong. Binns was a useless teacher and Peter especially found it difficult to teach himself the material just from the textbook, and was falling dreadfully behind, each essay earning a worse grade than the last.

James had offered to help tutor him before their exams, and the two buckled down in the library almost every day in the weeks leading up to exam season. Peter made pretty good progress, eager to catch up with his friends and prove he was on their level. Still, everyone was nervous for the test and its outcome.

When results were released, you and the Gryffindors were all together. Whilst you and the girls all got the reveal over and done with, the boys all waited with bated breaths. Most of the grades weren’t shocking — three of them knew they could easily get top grades from the little effort they put in, but they were all waiting on Peter’s History of Magic grade. The blond boy opened his paper with shaky hands, eyes scanning frantically over the information contained. Slowly he raised his head, nervous smile apparent.

“I got an A,” He said, and within an instant the boys were on top of him, congratulating him with strong hugs or by clapping him on the back. James grabbed both of his cheeks, pressing them together and pushing a kiss onto Peter’s lips.

“Prongs!” Peter moaned, pushing his face away half-heartedly.

“I’m just proud of you, Wormtail,” He cooed, appearing much like his mother whom you all adored.

“Oi, Potter,” You interrupted, waving your sheet of results around. “I got an O in Potions — where’s my kiss?” James immediately broke your eye contact, and you pretended you weren’t charmed by his embarrassed little smile. He mumbled a response that had his friends ripping him to shreds, egging him on whilst simultaneously teasing him and his alleged manhood. He pressed a gentle peck to your forehead and you raised an eyebrow.

“Not what I meant, but ok.”

4. Regulus Black

Regulus Black had a difficult relationship with the Marauders, to say the very least. By his fifth year — the rest of the boys’ sixth — Sirius had been at the Potter’s for months and Regulus was still reeling from the impact. He was noticeably quieter and more sombre than in years previous, and a dangerous resentment for his brother and his friends bubbled under his skin.

James Potter connected these dots quickly. However, he didn’t really know what to do about it. He wasn’t sorry that Sirius was living with him, but he didn’t like that Regulus was left all alone with their wicked parents, regardless of their personal differences. That brought James to you.

You sat together on the couch, his head resting next to your thighs, curls just brushing against your skin in a way that you couldn’t stop thinking about. He was lamenting about his mental struggles as you worked on your crochet, thinking quietly as he rambled on.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” You asked suddenly, and James tilted his head to look up at you, holding back his laughter at your upside down appearance.

“What?” He asked, “I can’t talk to him, he hates me!”

“When has that ever stopped you before? Lily hates you and yet you bother her all the time,” You said, smile playing on your lips.

“That’s not true!” James protested, “I don’t bother her that much anymore!” You rolled your eyes playfully and turned back to your craft as James continued to ponder the situation.

As usual, he decided you were right. And so he sent a short letter to Regulus, asking for a meeting on the Astronomy tower at midnight. Surprisingly he’d agreed, and the two boys were standing awkwardly across each other on the tower. Regulus refused to start the conversation and so stood in silence, staring down James in an effort to scare him off. James wouldn’t be deterred.

“I just wanted to talk about what happened last year,” He said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose nervously.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“C’mon. I know we’re not friends, but I also figured none of your friends are the talking type either. So, I thought you could talk to me — full confidentiality. I don’t know, blame me, yell at me, I just don’t want you to do this all by yourself.”

“How sweet, Potter,” He sneered, “But I don’t need to talk about any of my feelings.”

James Potter was nothing if not persistent.

“Ok, well if you don’t want to talk, how about you listen?” To his surprise, Regulus stayed. One perfect eyebrow raised, he slowly sat next to James, legs dangling over the edge of the tower. After a gesture for him to go on, James started. He began to talk about the process of having Sirius live with him, the feelings they both had about it, and the guilt they both felt about leaving Regulus alone. At that Regulus looked up, eyes pooling with hope.

Then without any warning, Regulus was talking more than James had ever heard before, spilling what he supposed must have been the younger boy’s darkest secrets and vulnerabilities. James was unprepared, not actually expecting him to engage. At one point James had put a comforting arm around Regulus’ shoulder, words failing to express any of the feelings he had inside. Regulus didn’t pull away as James expected, instead only starting to cry. James just watched in disbelief as Regulus cried into his chest. Awkwardly, James arranged himself to press a gentle kiss to Regulus’ forehead right as Regulus moved to look up and speak, resulting in a ridiculous kiss between the two of them.

They jumped apart in less than a second, both with horrified looks on their faces.

“Oh my God—”

“That was an accident I swear—”

“I’m really sorry—”

“I was just trying to comfort you—”

Both boys stumbled over their words as they clambered up to their feet, putting a strictly heterosexual amount of space between them.

“Um, I’m just gonna go,” Regulus settled on, backing up towards the door.

“I’m seriously sorry, Black. It’s just something I do — doesn’t usually backfire like that.” Regulus just nodded, leaving quickly.

“Potter?” He stopped halfway through the door and James looked up. “Thanks.” James didn’t get any time to reply as Regulus was long gone, leaving him to cringe on his own. Neither of them would be telling anybody about the incident. Ever.

5. Lily Evans

You and James had been doing your will-they-won’t-they thing for a long time. Not quite since you met, but once you’d both started to notice the opposite sex you’d been participating in a battle of who could resist the longest. Teasing and cajoling were staples of your relationship. Whilst it had started as a way to pass the time; James had been in love with Lily since second year and you just liked to tease, at some point the feelings crossed over into a real and dangerous territory. However, neither of you wanted to do anything in case the feelings weren’t reciprocated, and truthfully hadn’t realised the true depth of them.

You and James were the only ones not to see the obvious: the feelings were absolutely reciprocated. It was tearing your friends apart, trying to get one of you to finally confess before you finished school forever. There were bets in place, pep talks and everything else the Gryffindors could think of to finally cause the event they’d been hoping for. Eventually, Lily had had enough.

One day you were all hanging out in your dormitory, most of you doing your homework and Marlene fiddling with a record player, trying to get it to come back to life.

“So, what would you guys think if I gave James a chance?” Lily asked, too coy to be genuine, but you were caught off-guard enough that you didn’t notice. “I mean, I know I’ve said some terrible things over the years, but now that he’s backed off he’s actually a really nice guy.”

“But… James?” You asked incredulously, essay immediately forgotten.

“Yeah, why not? He’s the hottest guy in our year, and if all goes to shit it’s only a few months until we graduate and I’ll never have to see him again.”

“But it’s James!” The rest of the girls had caught on to what Lily was scheming and delighted in joining in.

“Why shouldn’t she? It’s not like you like him, right?” Mary asked, studying your expressions. You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. And just when they thought Lily had finally succeeded in getting the ball rolling you answered: “No, of course not. You go ahead, Lils.”

What started as a ploy to get you to admit your feelings only snowballed from there when Lily realised she couldn’t just back out now. And so she hatched a plan. Everything was going perfectly; Sirius and Remus had made sure the common room was devoid of younger students so no unhelpful rumours could be spread, and Marlene had been hanging out with you all evening to make sure you stuck to the schedule she’d devised.

With perfect precision, you and Marlene entered through the portrait just as Lily came down from the dorms.

“Hey, Potter,” She called, and James looked up curiously from his game of wizard’s chess. The redhead marched over to him, cupping both of his cheeks and kissing him strongly. Your jaw dropped open. You couldn’t believe Lily was just going for it like that, but even more you couldn’t believe the sick feeling creeping up from your stomach. You looked at Marlene, who only looked marginally less shocked. A glance around the room proved similar. Although they all knew Lily’s plan, it was two entirely different things to hear about her scheme to get the two of you together and seeing Lily Evans kissing James Potter.

“I’ve, uh, gotta go,” You mumbled, somehow finding your footing to run from the room, desperate to get anywhere where you didn’t have to see that, and the subsequent (or so you believed) union of a happy couple.

Lily pulled away from the kiss, eyes immediately trying to find you and she was puzzled when she couldn’t. A look at Marlene told her all she needed to know and her heart sank; she’d failed. James was looking a little more dazed than the head girl, and suddenly looked terribly awkward in his seat.

“Look, Lils. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t feel that way about you anymore. There’s— there’s someone else, and I, I have to go.” With that James headed up to his dormitory, and the rest of your friends stood in a thick silence for several moments.

“I think I just made everything worse,” Lily said, and then the chaos started.

“What the fuck did you think was going to happen?” Sirius asked loudly, running a stressed hand through his hair.

“I don’t know! I just figured maybe they’d have an epiphany and both realise they’d rather be kissing each other!” Lily cried, throwing herself into an armchair.

You

Lily was right, she’d unintentionally made everything worse. You were upset at what you’d seen and the story you’d attributed to it, and even more so at your terribly timed realisation of your feelings. Because of this you’d started avoiding James in an effort to get over him, which only made you more miserable that you couldn’t talk to your favourite person. James, in turn, hadn’t seen you enter the common room on the night of the kiss and so believed —and dearly hoped — that you were blissfully ignorant, and so was equally perplexed and distraught at the space between you. He’d tried to approach you about it but you evaded him or turned him away every time.

“Hey, love, can we please—”

“It’s fine, James,” You interrupted him, “It was all just a bit of fun, right? All the flirting, the being touchy. But now you’re with Lily and I’ll back off, I get it, don’t worry. I wish you two every happiness.” You tried to sound as genuine as you could while sadness bit at your heart, and left James standing astounded in the corridor. Now he knew that you’d seen the kiss the issue was obvious, but the solution remained a mystery to him.

You’d taken to Marlene to get your feelings out, and she listened patiently as you rattled off a monologue about your childish jealousy and broken heart. Luckily, she’d discussed how to handle this with Lily — who knew you wouldn’t go to her because of her alleged involvement with James, and set off (hopefully) your friend’s last attempt to get you two together. She finally shook you out of it, frustrated with the lack of action.

“They’re not together,” She said, stopping you in your tracks.

“What?”

“They’re not together,” She repeated, making intense eye contact with you. “It was all this dumb plan Lily had to get the two of you together. She thought if you saw James getting with someone else you’d finally realise your feelings for him. And you did, but you were supposed to stick around to hear Potter reject her and say that he liked someone else, you.” You were shocked into silence, what could you say to that?

“So,” You started carefully, “What do I do now?”

James was in a similar situation with the boys.

“She saw Lily kiss me and now she thinks I like Lily when I like her! Plus, she won’t even be in my presence long enough for me to explain that it’s all just this huge misunderstanding and it’s her I want to be snogging!” James lay dramatically across his bed as the boys sighed.

“Prongs, isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asked and James cocked his head to the side, looking remarkably like a confused puppy. “Do something she can’t ignore. Make a grand gesture to prove your feelings for her.” James thought about it, it made sense. If you wouldn’t hear his explanation, he’d just have to make you.

“How?”

You and James went into the following Saturday with the same goal. It was Gryffindor’s quidditch semi-final, so there was a party being held whatever the outcome. It would be the first time you’d see each other since you’d realised your mistake since training was taking up all of James’ time.

Gryffindor had won, thankfully, which had both of you in higher spirits. The party was already in full swing by the time you got there, opting for a smoke first to calm your nerves. You’d spotted James almost as soon as you entered, always the heart and soul of a party. You marched towards him with a purpose, but as soon as he set eyes on you he jumped up to stand on a table. Someone had lowered the volume of the music — not silent, but low enough so you could hear him yelling over it. He said your full name, clearly and intentionally in a way that had surrounding people look at you curiously.

“I love you,” He said suddenly. “I am in love with you, not anyone else, and whatever made you think that’s not true was just a huge misunderstanding. Because I love you so much, and all I want to do is snog you until I’m the only name you remember, baby.” You let out a short laugh at his vulgarity and the cocky smirk that accompanied it, but a cheek-splitting smile won out when you thought about the preceding words and the sincerity he’d instilled in them. Before you even knew what you were doing you were racing towards him, gratefully taking Peter’s hand to join James on the table.

You honestly couldn’t tell who had initiated the kiss, but you were suddenly so intimately joined together it was like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs, compressing your body in an effort to fuse to his. His strong arms around you couldn’t shield you from the confetti being thrown around (for the match, of course, not just your kiss), nor the catcalls of your friends. You only pulled away when you felt James’ tongue start exploring a little too far, mindful that half the people you knew were watching. You wore matching grins as you parted, foreheads still pressed together and breathing heavy.

While it might have taken four years, innumerable (accidental) kisses and one failed set-up plan to get there, you were sure in your heart that James Potter was the only boy you ever wanted to kiss. And so you did, over and over for the years to come, and you cheered and applauded enthusiastically as the seemingly never ending list of friends and family told stories of receiving a coveted James Potter kiss throughout the years, knowing you were the only one who got to be his bride.

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HANAMUSA HEADCANONS

more hcs as promised! my girlfriend wrote some too heehee

My headcanons:

Delia is a morning person and was surprised to learn that Jessie was even more of a morning person than her

Jessie's a massive romantic and is usually the one to plan all their dates

They're both very clingy with each other

Jessie and Delia enjoy doing karaoke together

Delia would never say it but she gets sad whenever Ash leaves so quickly for his next journey. Jessie picks up on this and manages to convince Ash to stay home longer for his mom's sake.

After finding out Delia wanted to be model, Jessie started making a lot of new outfits for her using her years of expertise from making disguises

Delia enjoys being big spoon

Delia initiated their first kiss

They both rescue a pair of Zigzagoons from a poacher. They were named Ziggy and Zaggy by Delia

Jessie cuts Delia’s hair for her

Once Jessie becomes a nurse and starts going to work, Delia starts packing lunches for her every day (it’s usually way too much food)

Whenever Delia’s working in the kitchen, Jessie’s always waddling right behind her (not usually being much help but Delia doesn’t mind)

Delia is incredibly fond of Jessie’s Pokémon, Wobbuffet and Gourgeist in particular 

Delia never really drank before meeting Jessie but now they have wine nights together. They usually end with Jessie passed out in Delia’s lap

Pikachu comes around to Jessie rather quickly after realizing she’s not really a threat and finding out how good at head scratches she is (she has nice long nails)

Mimey takes the longest to come around to Jessie 

Ash never calls Jessie “mom” and she’s very okay with that. He does however call her “dad” to piss her off

Jessie calls Ash “champ” in retaliation

Jessie calls Delia “my Deerling” and Delia calls Jessie “Smoochum”

Delia loves when Jessie gives her kisses on the forehead

Delia is a huge Jessilina fan. Jessie reveals that she is Jessilina but Delia doesn’t believe her at first

Jessie and Ash slowly bond through Pokémon battles

Jessie and Ash tried making breakfast for Delia together once. Delia cried and they thought it was because it turned out bad (it did) but it she was just really happy to see them working together 

Living alone and having to run a restaurant on her own, Delia never got to travel much. Jessie, being pretty worldly, takes Delia on lots of trips once they get together. James and Meowth hold down the fort and run the restaurant while they’re out

Jessie and Delia do a lot of movie nights together. Jessie loves sobbing at romcoms and Delia likes really fucked up horror movies for some reason (Jessie’s terrified of them but doesn’t want Delia to think she’s a coward)

Jessie likes to randomly scoop Delia up and carry her around the house

Jessie enjoys giving Delia makeovers and Delia loves getting them

Delia tends to keep a lot of her negative feelings to herself but after meeting Jessie and seeing how unapologetically expressive she is, she starts letting her guard down a bit. She rants about rude customers and Jessie could listen to her all day

Because she lived alone for so long, Delia sometimes needs her space. Jessie’s still getting used to this (as someone who hates being alone)

Prior to getting her own job, Jessie would just do chores then sit around at the Ketchum house waiting for Delia to come home. She’s very bad at entertaining herself

@miwwiew​ ‘s headcanons:

Jessie is a passenger princess 

Delia has gone so long only conversing with Mr. Mime at home that she will ponder inappropriate things out loud, only for Jessie to now hear what she says and bolt over to her in a panic

"I wonder how I would survive all alone with just Mimey if I lost both of my arms in a freak accident" "IF YOU WHAT???"

"Jessie would you love me if I were an orthoworm?" "Where is this coming from, I'm-"

Jessie is used to verbally sparring with James and Meowth, but Delia has not dealt with conflict for years, so sometimes Jessie will overreact as a bit, which accidentally leads Delia to assume she did something to offend Jessie.

General Team Rocket headcanons!

https://at.tumblr.com/yamujiburo/team-rocket-headcanons/jey12qvg2631

#hanamusashipping #long post #headcanons

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WIP Wednesday Game

Taken from @kedreeva.

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

file names:

a fake cryptid and a real romantic

mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees

YJ accidental baby acquisition

merfam drama

gentle princely caretaking 

snippet from "a fake cryptid and a real romantic":

Clark hears a sudden rush of air and a thrumming, not-quite-human heartbeat, and is therefore unsurprised when Superboy pops up over the side of the Metropolis rooftop he’s sitting on and grins up at him. The kid always seems to be in a good mood, but is clearly in an even better one than usual. 

“Guess what?!” Superboy greets gleefully, pushing himself up on the edge. 

“What?” Clark asks, smiling wryly at him. The kid just gets so enthusiastic so easily. It’s kind of funny, to be honest. 

“I got a date!” Superboy says delightedly, plopping into a seat beside him and kicking his legs excitedly as he does. “Robin said I could go hunting with him in Gotham this weekend!” 

“You’re going to hang out, you mean,” Clark corrects kindly, since Superboy still has a notably skewed education and concept of correct terminology and probably calling working with another vigilante a “date” without knowing what that actually means isn’t going to end well for the kid in the long run. Especially since Robin isn’t actually an aspect of Gotham like the Batman is and would definitely be confused by it. 

Admittedly, the Batman gets confused by some very straightforward things sometimes, but still. 

“‘Hang out’,” Superboy repeats, cocking his head with a slightly puzzled expression that almost immediately clears into another excited grin. “That, yeah! I caught Catwoman breaking into some fancy cat exhibit in Gotham and dropped her off for him, and he was into it! And I gave him a diamond and he liked that too!” 

“A . . . diamond?” Clark blinks. He really hopes Catwoman didn’t manage to be that bad of an influence on the kid in one meeting, but he wouldn’t put it past her. Superboy’s impressionable and Catwoman is . . . well, Catwoman. “Uh–where’d you get that?” 

“I made it!” Superboy says proudly, puffing himself up as he mimes the act of crushing something in his fists. 

. . . alright then, Clark thinks, mildly bewildered. He has no idea why Superboy would make a diamond, much less give it to Robin, but the kid gets weird ideas into his head sometimes and he supposes it would’ve been good practice for controlling his strength to very specific pressures, so he’s not going to say anything about it.

“Did you?” he says, figuring he should keep the conversation going. Superboy’s an odd kid, but he’s eager and has a good heart and always soaks up attention like a sponge, so Clark always tries to talk to the kid at least a little whenever the other finds him. 

“I figured Robin’d like it,” Superboy says reasonably, kicking his feet again. “Birds like shiny stuff, and he’s kinda a bird, right?” 

Clark is going to assume that Tim Drake more appreciated the expensive gemstone than the “shiny stuff”, assuming a teenage boy would even care about anything like that anyway, but he doesn’t want to rain on Superboy’s parade. Honestly, he’s just glad the kid’s finally trying to make a friend or two in the community who isn’t wearing an “S”. It never hurts to have a little backup on call–or to have a friend who understands the life around, either. 

He’s not actually certain what the Batman’s latest Robin’s policy on maintaining his secret identity among the larger hero community is–even Dick still typically presents himself as a city splinter, just of Bludhaven instead of Gotham now–but even if he keeps passing for a cryptid with Superboy for a little while longer, it’s not like Superboy’s had a normal life experience. He’s not going to be bothered that he can’t talk about girls and homework with his new friend first thing. 

Clark vaguely dreads the possibility of Superboy eventually deciding to come to him to talk about girls, because he has absolutely no idea how to talk to anyone about girls, much less an impressionable teenager who’s guaranteed to hang on his every word for the whole conversation and take everything he says as gospel while also misunderstanding at least half of it, judging by most of their previous conversations. He hasn’t even been able to figure out how to give the kid the Kryptonian version of the talk, though, much less if it’s actually applicable to him. Relationship issues and dating are a whole other kettle of fish. 

Well, with any luck Superboy will stay too young for that kind of thing for a little while longer, Clark hopes halfheartedly. Just–please?

#meme #wip wednesday #wip: a fake cryptid and a real romantic #long post

[kkami-writes]

devil’s advocate — chapter 11 cw. smut, subish!jisung, handjobs, cum consumption wc. 2.4k reference. han vlog

Most of the members are out this weekend, enjoying their limited free time as much as possible. Yet you can still hear Jisung, the boy is in his room and singing rather loudly. Eventually he quiets down, though honestly you didn’t mind it. The boy had such a beautiful voice that it surprised you that he was actually a rapper and not a vocalist. They could have told you he was apart of vocalracha and you’d believe them.

Moments later you can hear a knock at your door. You close your laptop before moving towards the door, finding Jisung behind it with a smile.

“Hi Ji, what’s up?”

“Well, me and Innie were supposed to go out today but he fell asleep on the couch. I don’t wanna disturb him so I was wondering if you’d like to watch a movie. I was thinking Howl’s moving castle since we talked about it last time,”

“Oh yeah, sure. Sounds fun,” You agree easily, turning off your lights before moving to follow Jisung back to his room. You walk through the living room and you almost coo at seeing the maknae knocked out on the couch. He looks like a sweet angel as he sleeps and you move to place a blanket over the boy.

You realize though that Jisung is not leading you to his room.

“Uh, isn’t this Felix’s room?” You question.

“Yeah but the wifi isn’t working in my room for some reason so Lixie is letting me use his room,”

You shrug, following the boy without another word. Jisung has his laptop under his arm, making his way to the bed, plopping down before patting the space next to him before going to set up the movie. You crawl over to the space, sitting rather close to the other due to the small bed. If Jisung is bothered by this, he doesn’t say anything.

The two of you get comfortable as he begins to let the movie play and you’re both content, sitting in silence to focus on the film. A giggle falls from your lips when Jisung begins to mime the actions of Howl in the movie, proving that he’s watch this about a million times before, having memorized most of it.

‘Merry-go-round of life begins to play and you find yourself swaying to the romantic sound of the piano. The piece is devastatingly beautiful, one of your favorites from the other ghibli films. You remember dreaming about dancing with someone to this song. Someone you loved.

You glance over at the boy next to you who is still very engrossed in the movie. You nibble at your lower lip, contemplating about asking Jisung. The worst he could do is say no, right?

“Hey,” You turn to the boy who also turns his head as you call out to him. “Will you let me indulge in something for a second?” Jisung tilts his head curiously but nods. You move to take the computer from his lap, pausing the movie before opening a new tab on youtube. You find a shorter version of the song and let it play as you place the computer so it’s out of the way. Crawling off the bed, you extend your hand out for the male to take. Jisung slides his palm into yours and you pull him up, moving your other hand to his shoulder.

He takes the hint well, placing his hand upon your waist before moving fluidly to the song. The two of you dance circles around Felix’s room, him twirling you a few times. Giggles fall from your lips as he happily sways you to the soft piano. It’s impossible to not admire the pretty boy in front of you, his heart shaped smile or the cute beauty mark on his full cheeks.

If your heart still beat you’re almost certain it would be throbbing against your ribcage. The feeling confuses you, it’s something you’ve never really felt before, even when you had been alive. Maybe once but it was something you’d rather forget.

You pull yourself closer so you can rest your chin on one of his shoulders and Jisung’s arms move so he can wrap them around your middle. The two of you move slower as the music starts to fade but even as the song ends, you stay in his embrace for a few more seconds. When you finally pull away, he’s looking at you with fondness swimming in those boba eyes. One of his hands move to your cheek, stroking the smooth skin with his thumb.

You’re pretty sure that your heart would be racing right about now with the way Jisung’s looking at you. He leans down just a little, your noses touched and you can feel his breath ghosting against your lips. He pulls your face towards him and presses his lips to yours. Your eyes flutter shut, fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as you pull him flush against your body, melting against the embrace. Jisung’s lips are soft against yours, head tilting to get a better angle and it has you sighing softly.

But when Jisung’s tongue is swiping across your lower lip, the sensationsnaps you out of your daze, suddenly realizing what was happening. You push him away, a look of panic overtaking your features.

“Shit! Fuck. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I just - I got caught up in the moment and,” Words continue to spill from your lips, unable to stop rambling. Jisung becomes nervous as he watches you freak out. He has to grab onto your forearms to get you to stop.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m the one who initiated,” Your mouth closes and opens again like a fish, no longer sure what to say. “Yes?” Jisung can see you want to ask something.

“Why did you kiss me then? What about your boyfriends? I don’t think they’ll be very happy if they find out,” You mumble out, gaze falling to the floor as you try to untangle yourself from his grip. It’s then that Jisung realizes that they haven’t actually told you anything yet, having trying to figure out when the right time would be. Right. He might have forgotten about that.

“Oh um. We might have, uh, already talked about it?” Even though he phrases it like a question, you know it’s not. You blink at him.

“What does that mean?” Jisung has the audacity to blush and look away from you. He begins to fiddle with his hands awkwardly.

“Well we um, just thought that if you had decided you wanted to feed on us, it would be okay? We all discussed that we’d all be interested in that. If it makes things easier we’d be! Happy to let you feed on us…We already feel really comfortable around you and so…yeah,” Now Jisung is the one rambling and you’re having trouble trying to keep up with him.

“Ok wait. Let me see if I have this right. All of you talked about me and agreed that if I wanted to fuck you guys to feed, it would be ok. That all of you have explicit permission to let me be intimate with me,”

“Uh. Yes. That is correct,”

You press your fingers to your temple, still trying to wrap your head around this revelation. These boys were going to be the death of you (ha, get it?)

“You know, usually you let a girl know that their boyfriends have given them permission to do stuff before you kiss her,” Your tone is light, letting him know you’re just teasing him. If you’re honest, of course you had thought about the boys in the way. You were a succubus for satan’s sake, in the presence of some seriously attractive boys but you had always known that they were together so you assumed they would be 100% off limits. So the proposition is interesting to say the least, and if they were willing, what was the harm of saying yes?

“Sorry…I might have forgotten that we hadn’t talked to you about it yet,” Very typical Jisung, he’s lucky he’s so cute.

You let out a soft sigh. “Well, I suppose it’s nice to know now,” The air becomes slightly awkward, neither of you knowing what to say. Jisung is the one who pipes up.

“So…can we continue then?” You look over at him, his round cheeks flushed. Seriously, he was way too adorable for his own good. Still, it gives you a nice little confidence boost you need.

“Yeah? You wanna kiss me that badly?” Your head tilts to the side, tongue running across your teeth and Jisung’s eyes zone in on the movement of your slick muscle.

“Yeah…” Jisung breathes out and you tug him closer to push him back onto the bed. You come to swing your legs over him, straddling the boy and moving your hands to cup his cheeks, tilting it so he’s looking up at you.

“You want a kiss baby boy?” Jisung swallows visibly, eyes never leaving yours.

“Please,” It’s the way he asks so sweetly that you can’t deny him anymore, leaning down to push your lips against his. Unlike the first kiss, this one isn’t sweet, it’s far more needy and intense. A whine falls from Jisung’s throat as your tongue traces along his bottom lip. He eagerly parts his tiers so you can slip the slick muscle into his wanting mouth. You take your sweet time exploring his mouth, his own tongue coming to lick at yours.

When you pull away to breath, Jisung looks absolutely breathtaking, his eyes half-lidded and lips swollen. It makes you grin, seeing your effect on the boy. As you take him in, you notice he has a mole in the juncture of his collarbone, getting the sudden urge to kiss it. So you do, trailing your lips from his jaw to his neck until they reach his collarbone. Jisung’s hands come to rest on your waist, throwing his head back to bare his neck to you.

You attach your lips to his smooth skin, sucking softly, not enough to leave a mark - at least not one that will last. Jisung’s bottom lip is between his teeth as he worries it, trying to not make any embarrassing noises. So you deliberately roll your hips down against his hips and a groan slips from his lips. He’s already hard, straining against his pants as he begins to push you harder down against him.

“So needy huh?” You hum, thoroughly enjoying how desperate he’s getting for you. He looks so gone already, pupils dilated and lips parted.

“Noona…please,” Jisung’s voice breaks, slightly croaky with how dry it feels.

“Please what?”

“Please…it hurts,”

“Aw, do you need some help baby?” He nods his head, continuing to try to move your hips against his aching clothed cock for any semblance of friction. You move to shimmy down just enough so that you’re in between his legs. Fingers move to undo his jeans, pushing them down so his cock flops out. Jisung is painfully hard, the tip flushed red and leaking precum. Saliva pools in your mouth before spitting directly against his cock, an action that has Jisung preening.

You wrap your fingers around his shaft, spreading your spit all along his cock to make the slide easier. Jisung’s head is thrown back, hips bucking up eagerly into your hand desperately. Normally you’d just edge him for that but you can tell how bad he needs it so you let it slide. You twist your hand as you stroke him off, paying attention to the head of his cock. Jisung is actively whining, begging for you to go faster.

So you oblige the poor boy, jerking him off faster and squeezing at his length. The only sounds in the room were Jisung’s moans and the lewd squelch of his slick cock. You lean up so you can press kisses to his neck and Jisung gasps, easily becoming more squirmy under you.

“Noona…Noona! ‘M close,” He mumbles out and you’re not surprised. Jisung had been so needy that it makes you wonder when is that last time he last had sex.

“Go ahead baby, cum whenever you want,” You let out a small hum, hand speeding up and thumb pressing against the tip. The moan Jisung lets out as he comes is borderline pornographic, thick white stripes landing on his stomach and your hand. Slowly you help him ride out his high, stroking him until he has to stop you.

You glance down at your cum stained hand. While you didn’t actually have to ingest semen to feed, it either being inside you or on your skin worked perfectly well. However, you’d be lying if you weren’t curious. So you bring your hand to your lips, licking at your stained fingers, letting out a hum at his surprisingly sweet taste. Jisung’s watching you slack jawed and hazy eyes. He thinks he probably would have gotten hard from watching you do that but he’s so exhausted, eyes threatening to close all the way.

“Fuck - why am I so tired?”

“Ah, that’s probably me. I also feed of the energy you release when you cum, making you much more tired than you probably would be. You’ll get used to it though,” You run your clean hand through his sweaty bangs, pushing them out of his face. You slip off of him, going to the bathroom and return back with a damp washcloth. You help clean the boy up whose about to pass out. Jisung is able to pull his pants back up before he’s all but collapsing against his pillows.

You giggle at the boy, moving to get up to let him get some rest. He grabs onto your wrist though, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around to look back at him, head tilted.

“Mm, will you stay?” He asks, voice heavy as sleep threatens to take over. A smile graces your face and you simply move to crawl back onto the bed, pulling the boy close to you, his head resting upon your chest.

“Um, let’s not tell Lix what we did in his bed ok? Just a secret between you and me?” Jisung mumbles out before dreamland finally takes him.

“Yeah, agreed,”

a/n: ok look, I know what you're thinking. kaia??? howls moving castle again? FIRST OF ALL!!!! Jisung is just so ghibli coded and that's not my fault. SECOND OF ALL!!! that's what he literally did in this vlog so, not my fault again <3 Also finally!! we're here, it's about to get reaaaaaaaally spicy now ^^

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[qdbs-writes]

Probably a bit of a strange request. But is it possible to have a little jealousy of the combatants (Kuai Liang, Hanzo and Raiden) when they see their crush in one of Johnny Cage's sweatshirts (they were just friends, and she liked his jacket, so Cage just gave it to her)?

not strange at all nonny, i love this one!

MK Lads x Reader Jealousy Headcanons

After a weekend of binge-watching Marie Kondo, Johnny Cage was desperate to get rid of some of his stuff and was more than happy to let you help. Going through the boxes of dusty trophies and moth-bitten costumes was rather dull until you uncovered the leather jacket Johnny wore for Ninja Mime 2, your favourite movie of all time! It was a rather standard-looking brown jacket apart from a giant copy of Johnny's signature embroidered onto the back in gold thread. You don't even have to ask, Johnny hears your excited gasp and without looking up says "Keep it.". If hanging onto his junk makes you happy, who was Johnny to stop you? However, he was amused by the thought of how your boyfriend might react.

Kuai Liang (Sub Zero)

When you walk in wearing an oversized jacket, Liang assumes you've been thrift shopping or something. Normally that would be all he thinks until he sees Johnny's humongous golden signature on the back.

Now Liang and you had been dating for a while but the idea of sharing clothes never really came up. Liang's perpetual coldness meant that he didn't have any proper jackets and it never bothered you because you had always just worn your own.

But seeing you in Johnny's jacket brings up an unexpected feeling of inadequacy in Liang. This jacket could do the one thing he couldn't; it kept you warm. It gave rise to the fear that perhaps Liang couldn't provide for you properly.

He will hold this sadness inside himself until you ask him what's wrong. You're completely confused when he mentions that he can't fulfill your needs until he mentions your new jacket, and you explain it's a collector's item that Johnny gave you, much to Liang's relief.

Hanzo Hasashi (Scorpion)

Hanzo wouldn't call himself possessive (this is a lie and he is fooling no one). But when he sees you wearing Johnny's jacket, he can't help the jealousy that burns in his chest.

He manages to keep it in until he sees you snuggling up inside the oversized jacket, sniffing in its musk. That's when he sees red. Over to Johnny's house he goes, ready to kick his ass. Johnny, now completely terrified, at first has no idea what he's talking about. He has a lot of jackets, how is he supposed to keep track?

When Hanzo begins to angrily explain your obsession with one of Johnny's old jackets, Cage explains that it's not like that and he didn't want it anymore so he let you have it.

Hanzo, now embarrassed by his outburst, will apologise and make his way home, where he walks in on you watching the director's cut of Ninja Mime 2. Accepting that he had made a complete fool of himself that day, he joins you on the couch for some cuddles.

Raiden

In his long life, Raiden has learned that there are strange rituals and habits that Mortals keep, particularly in relationships. In dating you, Raiden has come to understand that even the most innocuous things can have deeply rooted meanings and intentions.

So imagine Raiden's confusion when he sees you wearing another man's jacket. But not just any man: celebrity, superstar Johnny Cage's jacket. Traditionally when a man gives someone his jacket, it is an expression of protection, possession, and often romantic interest.

But you are dating him, so Raiden can't wrap his head around why in the name of the Elder Gods you would be wearing Johnny Cage's jacket. If this was a challenge for your heart, then Raiden would not lose.

Que the lightning God covering you in his own clothes, placing his hat on your head, etc. You are as delighted as you are confused by this new attention Raiden is giving you, and soon you're wearing his spare robes more than Johnny's old jacket. Neither you nor Johnny particularly cares how much that jacket is worn but in Raiden's mind, he has successfully defeated Johnny for your love.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #johnny cage #kuai liang #kuai liang x reader #sub zero #sub zero x reader #hanzo hasashi #hanzo hasashi x reader #scorpion #scorpion x reader #raiden #raiden x reader #qdbs writing #queuedbs

[franklyimissparis]

wait i'm new here why does everyone think something happened in india

hi! welcome! everyone is mostly speculating but there’s a few things we know abt the india trip/specifically the aftermath of it that leads us to know that something went down (regardless of whether or not there were romantic/sexual undertones to it):

long story short, paul left india early with jane asher, his fiancé at the time, and john stayed. john was notably deeply depressed and suicidal at the time of the trip as well. and things were reportedly never the same between them.

there are quotations from geoff emerick about how the lads were fundamentally different after india and, though they wouldn’t speak about it, he got the idea that something had happened that changed things within the group and made those relationships icy.

there’s also a scene in get back where john and paul are speaking about india when john mentions “what were we doing… who was writing all those songs in your room” and then mimes fellatio to a microphone 😭

michael gerber wrote at hey dullblog this which i think summarises fans’ questions/theories about what happened between them nicely:

“Sometimes I think the inciting incident was something external, something private that happened in the world—John and Paul started having sex, or stopped, or talked about it, or stopped talking about it; perhaps something powerful happened inside the friendship at the core of the Beatles. One of them said or did something, and the other guy got mad, or felt betrayed, or something.”

honestly i can’t do all the elements at play justice as well as other people can but i would HIGHLY recommend listening to another kind of mind’s pizza and fairytales series which focuses on john and paul’s relationship in the 70s and what led up to all of this, as well as their sexualities and john’s mental health issues. episode 4 discusses the india trip and theorises what went down in a very thoughtful and comprehensive way :))

(and this is the article that quotation comes from, it’s just one opinion tbh but it’s an interesting take)

#sorry this is kind of long 😭 the lore goes so deep and i could have gone on longer but i had to reign it in at some point #and there are others who are far better about citing sources and painting the picture #there are so many theories about what happened and i have my own opinions on it as well but it’s extremely interesting to look into #and truthfully we will probably never really know what happened #john lennon #paul mccartney #mclennon #the beatles #what happened in india

[mangekyuou]

Hello! Would it be okay to request for Buggy the Clown? I was thinking of Buggy x Mime! Reader whose ability is to create invisible force fields? When she panics, her ability is triggered automatically, so she has accidentally used it on Buggy more than once because she feels awfully shy around him. So... I was thinking about reader talking to him for the first time to apologize and confess that when he is around she panics? Also, perhaps Buggy telling her that she should speak more because her voice is cute to him. Thank youuu 😊

✸     now playing  …     APOLOGY BASKET。

✸     pairing! …  mime!gn!reader x buggy the clown.

✸     type of love! …  romantic.

✸     cw(s)! …  mentions of injuries. no pronouns used. reader wears mime-styled makeup. very nervous reader. not proofread.

✸     wc! …  0.8k.

✸     notes! …  more of me writing in 2nd pov or at least attempting. i did not know how to end this🧎🧎 but thank you for this really cute request !! thank you so much for requesting !! <333

Standing at the door of the captain’s quarters was daunting. The mahogany door with the clown’s face carved into the center, staring you in the face reminding you of what you had done and why were stood out here in the first place.

Out of your usual attire and over-the-top makeup, you had settled for a simple t-shirt and a pair of slacks. Your sweaty palms were gripped onto a straw basket filled with different goodies, ones you had hoped your captain would appreciate, ones that would make him forgive you for your fourth blunder of this week at the expense of his nose.

It wouldn’t have been the first time you accidentally wacked Buggy in the face with your ability. Though you had hoped it would be the last. You didn’t know how many more times until he threw you overboard.

Usually, you could control your powers and make great use of them. You were a great ally in battle and would make a beautiful asset to the team. That is why Buggy recruited you to join the Buggy Pirates. You were flattered that he sought you out to recruit you personally. You couldn’t let him down.

Though that is what it seemed like you had been doing. Blunder after blunder all ending in injuries for your captain. The most recent error happened on the deck of the Big Top.

It was high noon, a rather slow day with nothing much to do than look out on the open sea and see if you could find anything other than the blue salt waters. Of course, you had found a much more interesting sight on board, your captain.

Anyone with eyes could see that you had the hots for Buggy. It became even more apparent as he was the only victim of your accidental force fields to the face when he got a little too close.

He walked over to you, standing next to you with his arms folded over his chest, grumbling about how lazy everyone was. Not you though, you could do no wrong. You were one of the few he never had any complaints about, well other than your force field mishaps.

He glanced over at you, looking at your makeup. You decided to try a new style with your look today. You hadn’t even expected him to really notice.

“Your makeup looks really nice. It brings out your eyes,” He complimented you without much thought. Even though you sort of short-circuited and unleashed a force field right to the nose.

Now here you stood at his door with an apology basket, hoping to make it up to him for hopefully the last time.

You raised your hand, lightly knocking on the wooden door. You had hoped he was asleep or couldn’t hear you so you could just return to your own chambers. But you could hear movement from inside of the room, footsteps coming toward the door, giving you little time to even prepare what you were going to say.

The door opened slowly, Buggy’s head peeled out of the opening, giving you a glimpse of him with his hair down. His nose was still wrapped in bandages. Believing it was one of the others, he answered the door with a scowl. Upon seeing your face his scowl was surprised by a surprised look.

He had never seen you outside of your mime getup. He hardly recognized you, “( y/n )?”

You held out the basket, “I’m sorry, Captain!” He fully opened the door, taking the box into his hands, slightly confused. You continued, “I…uh…I wish to apologize for my force fields colliding with your face. You see…when I panic and don’t know what to do with myself, they sort of…form. And around you, I get nervous so they…just form. I don’t mean to hurt you! Honest! I umm…”

“You didn’t have to do get me anything, you know. You’re one of the best members of this crew. Even if you gave me a black eye, I’d still keep you around,” He joked, “Though please don’t give me a black eye.”

“I swear not to, Captain!” You playfully saluted to him.

Buggy shook his head, “It’s late. Hurry off to bed, that’s an order.”

You turned on your heel and started to walk down the hall. However, you stopped upon hearing him repeat your name.

“And ( y/n )?”

You turned over your shoulder, “Yes, captain?”

“You should talk more, your voice is cute and pleasant to listen to. Have a good night, ( y/n ).” He smiled.

“Y-You too, Captain.”

With that, he returned to his quarters, closing the door behind him. Leaving you in the hallway, hands clasped over your mouth to keep the sounds of pure glee from leaving your mouth, so he couldn’t hear. You had to save that for the comforts of your own chambers.

#does switching povs make my writing feel different ?? #i feel like it does #one piece #buggy the clown #buggy #buggy x reader #buggy one piece #buggy one piece x reader #buggy oneshots #buggy scenarios #buggy imagines #buggy headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #night rather than day ── 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘰. 𓂃 ★☆

[toxinellebug]

Shadybug/ClawNoir supporting character Headcanons

Jagged Stone? More like Jared Smith. He wanted to be a rockin musician, but his type of music is banned by the Supreme so his career never took off. Instead, he ended up marrying his girlfriend, Nannette Couffaine, after accidentally knocking her up with twins, released his pet crocodile into the Seine, got an apartment, and works a regular job that he HATES. But, he secretly still tries to record music and sells it on the black market where it has become somewhat popular in the indie underground, but if he were caught he would go to prison for sure. It’s not a happy marriage but he does what he has to. His kids last names are hyphenated Couffaine-Smith.

No houseboat, and without Royalties from music labels, neither Juleka or Luka could afford to go to Francois Dupont

Penny works as an assistant for Bob Roth and HATES IT. The man is a sexist slave driver, but this business is brutal.

Nadja Chamack is not a news anchor. You can’t be a single mother AND have a career that takes up so much of your time. As a result, Marinette has never had to babysit Manon.

Lila wants to challenge Chloe’s position as queen of the school, but there are no lies about charity work, only lies of what powerful and famous connections she has.

Adrien is not interested in being friendly with Lila, and definitely not going to help her with schoolwork. But he is still the ultimate trophy and key to winning popularity in Lila’s eyes, so she is determined to “win him over”, even though he finds her almost as annoying as Chloe, but Chloe he is stuck with due to her mom’s working relationship with his dad.

Gabriel doesn’t trust Lila one bit.

The sad and negative emotions he is forced to sense due to the power of the Butterfly brooch cause him distress, and he often has to excuse himself due to “headaches” from overworking, as a creative’s work is never done… But he is always listening for the emotions of people crying out for justice, for help, for people who wish they had the power to help.

Andre Glacier is still the Sweetheart’s ice-cream maker, but Sweetheart’s ice-cream is just a special menu item that you can request. Otherwise he has a scheduled route and serves the ice-cream that customers ask for.

Alya’s dad wishes the zoo could focus more on animal enrichment and larger enclosures but they don’t have the budget for such “unnecessary extravagences”.

Mr. Haprel hopes to make it as a famous Mime one day so he can be rich enough to afford to send his daughter, Mylene, to the school he works at as a janitor.

Everyone avoids Ivan.

Thomas Astruc never made it as a famous director, rather, the Supreme favored his University Rival, Andre Bourgeois, who also owns the Le Grande Paris Hotel.

Gina and Roland Dupain are not divorced/separated per say… Gina was sent to prison for civil disobedience. That’s why Tom is a doormat and just goes along with whatever discipline Sabine decides on because he doesn’t want his precious little girl to end up a criminal like her grandmother.

Sabine does not teach an inkpainting class on the weekend or practice tai chi or feng shui.

The walls of Marinette’s home are not pink, they are a boring beige that she hates.

The Agreste Manor is not a sterile, black and white modern decor dungeon. It is a prism of color, function, form, beauty and nature with nods to antiquity and the whimsical. Adrien HATES it. All color and light left this world when his mother died. The art in his house mocks his pain.

There is no school blog for Nathaniel to post his art on… But Marc ended up in that class instead of Marinette. (So did Mireille) He’s still too shy to admit he’s a writer. And even more shy to admit he has a crush on Nathaniel, so all he can do is watch the boy quietly. Rose thinks it’s a romantic tragedy and wants to play matchmaker. Alex thinks it’d be a disaster waiting to happen.

There is no Prince Ali who gives toys to sick kids in hospitals.

There is nothing as frivolous as videogame tournaments, so Max devotes all his spare time to his hobby of robotics and developing an AI… but developing an artificial intelligence is frowned upon. Luckily, Alya can keep a secret… that is, if Max is willing to spare some of his time to helping her havkninto the dark web to research conspiracy theories.

Wayhem is obseesed with Adrien, who can’t stand crazy fanatics and won’t lose any sleep if the Gorilla tackles the scrawny boy to the ground.

After much convincing, bullsh**ing, and bribes, Gabriel is able to host his derby hat design competition at Francois Dupont, (and hopefully, modelling his classmate’s creations will be a bonding point for Adrien to make a new friend) Rose sees it as an opportunity to tries to get Marc and Nathaniel to work with her to create a hat, hoping sparks will fly between them.

Even if Marinette WANTED to enter a stupid contest involving that spoiled, stuck-up Agreste boy, which she DOESN’T, her mother won’t allow it because sewing and doodling outfits is a distraction from her schoolwork.

Chloe still cheats.

But Shadybug discreetly sabotages the fashion show the winning hat is supposed to feature in.

Nathalie never became Gabriel’s assistant or even acquaintance. Instead, she is in charge of the department of the Louvre that archives and locks away all “banned” art and artifacts (aka anything related to Miraculous holders)

Alex thinks she’s creepy and hates how she coldly bosses around her dad.

Audrey is the same as ever, with the exception that she recognizes that her younger daughter Zoe has some talent, and wants Andre to find a movie part for her to play, and ignores Chloe’s bitter jealousy which causes her to lash out at others even nastier than in Ladybug and Cat Noir’s universe.

Nino is treated rudely and ignored by Adrien. Adrien would never agree to play a role in Nino’s movie and even accuses Nino of trying to use Adrien’s celebrity status to give himself an unfair advantage in the student movie competition.

Adrien doesn’t have time for stupid group projects or after school activities. But not because he has a full schedule since this Universe’s Gabriel is a decent father who does not demand perfection and give a 14 year old a burdensome schedule… It’s because outside of fencing and modeling, Adrien plans to spend his time planning out which sections of the city he’s going to take his anger out on that night.

Gabriel never forgot his roots as the son of a fry-cook, and occasionally tries to cook comfort food (NOT PANCAKES) for Adrien, who insists he’s not hungry or that junk is bad for his skin/weight, which has Gavriel worried about Adrien developing body dysphoria and eating disorders… These worries are put to rest when he finds out Adrien has suddenly developed a sweet tooth for baked goods. Therefore he has no qualms about his son frequenting the local bakery so often because a growing boy needs to eat and a treat is good for the spirit.

He wishes he could be more honest with Adrien, but he knows that it would destroy his son if he ever found out that the sickness that took his mother’s life was caused by his creation… He’s also not sure what kind of trauma Adrien would have to the fact he’s not human.

Gabriel also doesn’t want Adrien in danger. Gabriel wants to create a better world for his son to live in, a world where he and everyone else can be free! Where people can throve without stepping over others, and the poor don’t have to suffer. Where people have rights to love freely and express opinions without fear. A world where people help one another.

Gabriel would never use the rings to control Adrien, instead, he keeps them locked away in a safe, and plans to give them to Adrien someday when he is an adult and less likrly to misplace them because if they were to fall into the wrong hands, Gabriel shudders to think of what would become of Adrien.

Audrey still has a low key crush on Gabriel which makes him cringe but he still acts polite to keep up working relations, and he also pities his friend Andre, trapped in a one-sided marriage and bullied by his daughter and his wife.

#miraculous paris #miraculous world #miraculous fandom #miraculous ladybug #shadybug #toxinelle #claw noir #griffe noire #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #marinette dupain cheng #hesperia #miraculous special #mlb paris special #mlb s5 #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #jagged stone #luka couffaine #nathalie sancoeur

[fenixfoxtrot510]

Kay, but like.... Brucie Wayne being protected by his children.

As Brucie he can't be anything but a well meaning idiot so his children occasionally step in when anyone tries to take advantage of him.

Not all the time. Not when it's funny to see how he'll find a way to get out of a situation without being suspicious. Or when he's looking like he's in the mood to troll people for fun.

But when he's got a nasty headache from a concussion they'll help. When people annoy them personally, they will be petty and step in. When it's objectively more funny for them to get involved they will for the lolz.

Cass will ask Brucie if the two of them can leave a function early if she sees Bruce isn't feeling up to dealing with high society parasites. Brucie could never ignore his precious princess if she claims to feel tired. He's the definition of a doting father. They always get an "Awwww!💖" when Brucie gives Cassie his coat while saying goodbye and asks her if she wants to stop for ice cream on the way home when walking away.

When gold diggers young enough to be one of Brucie's kids start eying him, Damian will cut them off from even reaching Bruce and snottily criticize them for being unfit to act as a romantic partner for his father. Then inform them to come back in 20 years if they ever learn the difference between a child and a chihuahua. Some walk away in a huff. Others will actually start an argument with a honest to god 13 year old child in the middle of a charity gala for a children's hospital. Soon as Brucie comes over to meet Dami's "new friends," Damian is in full Angel Mode aside from the mimed death threats from behind his Dad's back. The young women go as sour as expired milk when Brucie seems to mistake them for Damian's school friends.

Dick notices someone trying to spike Bruce's drink? Dickie is doing a backflip off a chandelier and stumbling the landing just enough to knock the glass and spill it over the person spiking it. Brucie is in full concerned Dad mode, making sure he isn't hurt. Dickie is apologizing for the spill. Slipping a tracker on the would be kidnapper while trying to dry off their suit jacket with a hankie. Both Brucie and Dick insist that they will pay for the dry cleaning. Then Dick offers to show off some magic tricks and accidentally makes their "aspirin" disappear.

Tim steams rolls into undercover reporters that crash galas and pins them into polite conversation about stocks, often dragging them to meet other people to get a more in depth perspective on some economic subject so they have zero opportunities to snoop. Sometimes he will do the same with reporters that were actually invited. Clark is never amused by Bruce sicking Tim on him when he's trying to discreetly apologize to him for messing up one of Bruce's undercover operations or lecture him about how dangerous it is to work undercover without backup or even just a heads up.

When business men approach Brucie to make a shady deal Jason will smile pleasantly and nod along side with Brucie. Shoot a text to one of the other kids. When Brucie steps away to take a call, Jason gives a short list of the most illegal shit the person was involved in; what exposing it could do to their business, their reputation, and to their livelihood. Goes over how he could go on all night about their other deals but Heaven Forbid the wrong person overhears and exposes everything, then wraps up with a vague threat about some friends he has underground if they get any ideas. When Brucie comes back after helping Damian fix his tie, they politely excuse themselves to leave the party. Brucie & Jason are concerned about how pale and clammy they seem to be all of a sudden and offer to find a doctor. Jason is in full Theater Kid Mode and thriving. It's dangerous to leave if they feel sick. What if someone tries to mug them in the parking lot? What if their driver was attacked and swapped out for someone looking to kidnap them? What if they are sick because the kidnappers already slipped them something in the fancy lil finger sandwiches! This is Gotham! They should stay a little longer until it either passes or they can get a hold of a safe driver that can escort them home! Brucie absolutely has to agree with his son! Almost all of his kids were kidnapped at one point or another and its always the worst, he was sick with worry everytime and terrified they'd get hurt! He couldn't bare the thought of any other family going through that!

Everyone knows that Brucie loves his children and will do anything to make sure they are happy and healthy. Everyone also knows that Brucie's kids love their dad just as much.

#batman #brucie wayne #cassandra cain #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #it is an open secret that most of Gotham's 1% feel threatened by Damian and Jason #bruce wayne

[bxttxrflybxddie]

|Dating Mime Bomb|

a/n: GOD i love this mime skdjlsbdksbdks pls let me be self-indulgent lmao please enjoy

pairing: mime bomb x gn!reader

post type: headcannons

requested: yes!

word count: 750+

warnings: thieving, major fluff, brief mentions of past bullying, possibly brief mention of monogamy? (mentioned how you're his fav person), might make a pt. 2, or a drabble, or a continuation that isn't safe for minors lmao idk it's 4am!

Mime Bomb adores you! There’s no use hiding how you’re running through his mind all day. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t, since anybody could guess from the lovestruck expression on his painted features. He wears his heart on his sleeve.

He’s your biggest supporter, for better or for worse. He’s always up for tagging along on any mischief (preferably criminal) you’re up to. He keeps an eye on you since you’re his favorite person, but invite him anyway! It's the thought that counts!!

Working together on missions is a blast. (Both of you working for VILE or not.)  Between romantic gestures and getting some needed alone time, the beautiful scenery changes the setting from an expedition to a date. Even if VILE doesn’t land their sticky fingers on a prized artifact, you and Mime Bomb never leave the area empty-handed. (You’re holding each others! And perhaps stolen property.)

Indulging in his interests is one of the best ways to make him feel appreciated. Get him some merchandise from a musical and he’ll reward you with either mimed kisses or a gift in return! You don’t need to tell him what you’re interested in, he knows from his pining before you two got together. (Tell him anyway, he’ll love that you want him to know your passions.)

Downtime is the best time. As much as he likes his mime getup, and how loveable you may find it too, Mime Bomb bare-faced in ordinary clothing is a beautiful sight. He can rub his face on your chest/lap/head/shoulder/etc. without worrying about redoing or transferring his foundation, you get a peek into his everyday style, and you can finally see how red he gets after flustering him.

Tease him, be relentless. He’s been bullied, picked on, and made fun of his whole life. He can take just about anything you give him out of pure experience. Lovingly satirize him but give him the space to do it back to you. Not only is this great for inside jokes between the two of you, but it’s almost healing for him. To laugh with someone instead of being laughed at is something he never processed since he was always the butt of the joke. It’s like rough-housing but with words and actions instead of physical contact. Physically tease him too, lingering touches and featherlight kisses make him swoon.

Kissing him, lipstick on or not, is an art form between you both. It’s sacred and cherished, with the everlasting fear that each lock of lips might be the last. Holding hands is also attached to sweet moments. Since he normally wears gloves, it’s not often you’re allowed to feel the skin of his palms or the bones of his knuckles. He’ll allow you to paint his nails, but he normally chooses black so prepare to stock up.

He does daydream about a future with you. Either by a continuation of your relationship now or maybe something big and new. He wants you by his side and him by yours through thick and thin. You’re his person; his rock, and he tries to let you know in every little shared moment. 

Mime Bomb is arguably the stealthiest operative that VILE has had, which means that he’ll be completely silent without always meaning to. You’re jumpscared constantly, but you learn to get used to it since it’s an accident. Little do you know that he purposefully shocks you sometimes, he thinks it’s cute. He also lets you get away with a lot more than he should just because he thinks you’re adorable. Stolen items, deceiving others (not himself, to make that crystal clear), even possibly joining Team Red, He’s turning a blind eye. If your actions carry a heavy burden to conceal, he’ll expect a prize. (Date Night is now THRICE a week!!)

Unsurprisingly, not a bad significant other. What he lacks in experience is made up in enthusiasm. Your dear mime is a theater kid and a hopeless romantic, so he’ll sometimes pull actions or lines (nonverbally) from scenes of movies, musicals, and even a few shows. If you know what he’s referencing, act out the corresponding part to see him stumble before regaining his confidence. 

He feels incredibly special that you’re in his life and your presence is doing wonders for his mental health. Knowing that someone is in his corner after so many years is a comfort he’s never known before. However, he’d like to learn and repay it if it’s with you.

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

#mime bomb #x reader #x you #x yn #carmen sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandeigo netflix #carmen sandeigo #x gn reader

[shy-urban-hobbit]

There it was again; Aiden’s fingers tapping out a now familiar rhythm against Lambert’s bicep before sliding down to rest on top of his hand as they dozed in the sun. It had started shortly after they’d been reunited on The Path, a scarcity of jobs forcing them apart for a few weeks in an effort to cover more ground to find paying work (a gamble which ended up paying off as they both found pretty lucrative contracts in opposite directions).

Tap – pause - Tap tap tap tap – pause – tap tap tap.

Lambert mentally shrugged, too comfortable to think on it too closely.

Lambert could feel himself slowly going crazy. He’d finally asked Aiden about his new habit after he’d been tapping against Lambert’s chest incessantly during their drawn out goodbye. The Cat had merely smirked in response and told him “You’re a smart pup, figure it out.” Before kissing the end of Lambert’s nose and mounting up, turning his horse Southwards. Lambert had stayed where he was until the other was just a speck on the road.

That was how he’d found himself in Kaer Morhen’s library, surrounded by books and paper and tapping the rhythm out again for the thirtieth time that hour.

“Well, this is a sight I never thought I’d be met with. Lambert reading. Should I be checking you with silver about now?”

“Fuck off, bard.” Lambert sighed like an exasperated parent.

Jaskier merely grinned impudently from where he was leaning against the back of one of the chairs, “What’s all this?”

“Research.” Lambert answered curtly.

“For....”

“Nothing.”

“Research for nothing. Melitele’s bosom you must be bored.”

“Jaskier. Either sit down and shut up or go and bother Geralt.”

Jaskier mimed locking his mouth before taking a seat opposite the youngest Wolf, making a show of leaning back and looking around at the overcrowded shelves, “Soooooo....how was Aiden when you parted ways?”

“Fine.” Lambert put down the old journal he’d been flicking through in an attempt to find clues (maybe it was some old Witcher thing Vesemir had forgotten to teach them seeing as it wasn’t directly linked to monster slaying) before tapping the rhythm out again.

“What’s that?” Jaskier asked.

“Something that damn Cat told me to figure out and when I see him, I'm throwing him to the nearest drowner.”

“Oooooh, a riddle!” Jaskier gave an excited wiggle, attention well and truly caught, “Perhaps I can help? I am a master wordsmith after all.”

“No words involved in this, master wordsmith.” Lambert said, just to be contrary.

“Don’t be too sure.” Jaskier leaned forward slightly, “Humour me.”

Lambert tapped it out once, and then twice again at Jaskier’s request before the human’s expression morphed into one of childlike glee.“I do know this! Oh, I haven’t used it since I was at Oxenfurt, but I know it.”

Lambert felt his eye twitch, because of course it was just his luck Geralt’s bard would know it.”

“Well, what is it?”

Jaskier’s smile shifted, “Aiden told you to figure it out. I’ll help you, but I’m not telling you the answer. Oh, Lambert.” The Wolf swallowed. He'd had no idea the bard was capable of looking devious as he continued, “I think you’ve just become my main source of entertainment for the winter.”

Lambert shared a look with Eskel as Jaskier left the hall, throwing another declaration of love towards their white haired brother as he did so. They had nothing against the casual displays of affection per se, but you knew it was becoming a problem when even Eskel the not so secret romantic was starting to find it a bit much. Geralt had merely shrugged in the way that meant he was just as clueless as the rest of them when his brothers questioned him about it.

“Alright, what are you playing at?” Lambert had asked him one night, the bard blinking up at him guilelessly, “You said you’d help me with, you know, and all you’ve been doing is swooning over Geralt.”

“Lambert, love. I have no idea what you are talking about.” Jaskier replied slowly.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. The other day in the library.”

The bard sighed through his nose petulantly before walking away, muttering something about how he was this close to pushing certain dumb Wolves down the mountain.

Lambert stared at the note. It was actually for Geralt but was it his fault Jaskier had left it out on the main table in the hall for the whole world to see? He blinked as he took in the last three words, the thick black line of ink underneath them making them impossible to miss. Melitele’s arse, now that he was seeing it written down, Jaskier wouldn’t have to push him: Lambert would quite happily throw himself down the mountain, cursing himself the entire time for missing something so simple.

“You’re early!” Aiden exclaimed happily as he leaned down to throw his arms around Lambert, letting the other man pull him down from his horse and into a proper embrace, the taps quickly following, as expected.

Lambert tilted the Cat’s face up with a whispered, “You too.” Feeling Aiden grin into the kiss as Lambert tapped gently against his temple.

Tap – pause – tap tap tap tap – pause – tap tap tap.

I – love - you

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

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Process Discussion: Fan Design - Fatui Lyney

for my non-art account followers, this is referring to a full illustration + design on my art account!

the really, really long post containing all the research and thought processes behind my fatui lyney fan design 👍

when starting a new fan design, my starting point will be the time period/era

for this particular design, i started with the time period/era the character comes from. in some other cases i look for the origin and/or popular use of a concept began, such as when a certain fabric began being commonly used or the rise and fall of fashion trends. so, i took to fontaine’s “culture” section and some reading on the entries for the regions fashion as my jumping off point.

Fontaine’s fashion (looking specifically at the court’s men’s fashion) ranges from mid/late 18th century to the early 19th century, however Lyney and Lynette’s designs contain elements coming from the early 20th century (circus/acrobatic uses of leotards)

from there, i do some research on the events and era’s in the world at during those times. i found a period spanning from 1871/1880 - 1914 called La Belle Époque, which is considered a highly optimistic time, in which peace, economic prosperity and technological advancements were some of the defining characteristics, as well as a time when the arts flourished.

Fontaine’s women NPCs’ fashion seems to take after the fashion in this period, and it’s likely that this is where most of the inspiration for Fontaine is taken from.

during La Belle Époque, Burlesque performances were more mainstream. Burlesque was a type of comedic, dramatic musical theatre that treated serious subjects in a very joking matter. While actual Burlesque costumes were very interesting, it seems Lynette’s design takes after modern day costumes (3rd image)

unfortunate. but not the point!!

as Burlesque was mostly female dominated, i went looking for another type of theatre that featured more male actors in hopes to find inspiration for Lyney’s design. i dug through the Burlesque wiki page and found that Burlesque is derived from Pantomime, another musical comedy based theatre that was aimed more at family audiences.

from there i discovered Harlequinade, which i think people will find interesting:

“…a variant of the Commedia dell’arte… a comic incident in the lives of its five main characters: Harlequin (Arlecchino) who loves Columbine (Columbina)”

“Originally a mime act (Lyney and Lynette’s stage makeup resembles mime makeup)… the harlequinade later employed some dialogue, but remained primarily a visual spectacle… An often elaborate magical transformation scene… changing the first part of the pantomime, and it’s characters, into the harlequinade… In the late 18th and 19th centuries, the harlequinade became the larger part of the entertainment, and the transformation scenes was presented with increasingly spectacular stage effects.”

additionally:

“Harlequin is the comedian and romantic male lead… His everlasting high spirits and cleverness work to save him from difficult situations into which his amoral behaviour leads during the course of the harlequinade. In some versions of the original Commedia dell’arte, Harlequin is able to perform magic feats.”

so, i’m guessing this is where the idea of magicians came in, and that Harlequinade/the Harlequin character was a core aspect when developing Lyney’s character, considering it’s an adaptation of the Commedia dell’arte (and the Harlequin is essentially a spin-off/“version” of Arlecchino, the Italian name for Harlequin)

although Harlequinade didn’t provide much in terms of design aspects, it did provide some connections i thought were interesting to bring up!

from this point i reeled back in to just researching general mens fashion in the 18th-19th centuries. unfortunately mens fashion has always been very boring, save for the colours of their waist coats, so a lot of this design came from the blending of Lyney and Arlecchino’s designs…

which is what i was aiming to do in the first place! when i’m doing research for fan designs, my intention isn’t to slap a modern-made character into a historical outfit. i want to study the principles of clothing back then, such as what parts of the body are emphasized, what figures/shapes were common/considered attractive, the meaning for colours at the time and how they liked to accessorize, etc

i then took to my canvas and started picking apart Lyney’s in game outfit, trying to find what parts were just for aesthetic reasons, and what parts actually had historical grounds to them. i also did some analysis on it, such as why/how this design fits the idea of the Magician character so well while being so unconventional to the actual concept.

(sorry my notes are so haphazardly done haha, i usually don’t intend to show these to anyone but i thought i would anyways!!)

(small green text on the right reads: clothes themselves aren’t inherently (nearly certain i used that word wrong) complex — accessories are added to basic clothing cuts)

when we think of magicians today, we think black and white 2 piece suit with a matching top hat, black cape and white gloves, who is sometimes carrying a black and white stick wand. however Lyney’s design strays rather far from that idea, while still maintaining the core idea. i think his design is very successful in being able to translate a bland idea into something unique but still reading as a magician.

the suit coat and the magicians cape are translated into coat tails attached to a black leotard. the dress shirt has simply been cut into 3 pieces: a halter collared/frilled shirt with separated sleeves. i believe a very effective design choice was to make the sleeves baggy, to not only bulk up the arms of the silhouette (as the rest of the design is very skin tight), but to be reminiscent of the loose dress shirts that were popular amongst men during that time. he isn’t wearing dress pants, but the stockings and boots serve to fill that purpose.

even with all these changes, Lyney’s design is effective because it fills the criteria to a certain extent while adding a special twist to it (being very very slutty). these aspects are parts i wanted to make sure had very little change when i was making my design, because i felt if that removing them would no longer “make” the character. it would no longer feel like Lyney’s design without them, and thus would not fill the criteria in the same unique way his canon design does. it had to still read as “Lyney” when new eyes set a first glance on it, but still different enough to understand its Lyney, but different.

i wanted my design to emphasize those parts, to really push the image of the Magician. the challenge was to create a distinct design that was still very clearly Lyney, but was also clearly influenced by Arlecchino. to do this, i tried to replicate Arlecchino’s silhouette as closely as possible while also maintaining/emphasizing those 3 main aspects.

the new coat tails would take a similar shape to Arlecchino’s, and the baggy sleeves would end in frills, just as hers does. however, since i really don’t like the idea of Lyney in a suit, i had to find a way to replicate the sharp shoulders that a suit jacket would create without just putting him in a suit jacket. while i could’ve just ignored this detail, i found that his top half would be very bare (literally) and i believe the pointed shoulder silhouette of a suit is rather important! it broadens the shoulders, making the characters silhouette feel more intimidating.

before this little challenge of mine, i was trying to find ways to give Lyney a proper cape, since i really don’t think his little shoulder cape does him justice. during that time, i found his design simply isn’t able to support a cape as is, because it’s set up differently in comparison to the other cape-wearing characters in genshin.

if we take a look at a character like Kaeya, we’ll notice how most of his defining design aspects are towards the top of his body, while the lower half remains rather blank. the cape serves as a way to “extend the areas of interest” down towards the bottom so it remains interesting for longer instead of just stopping at the waist. HYV takes special care to ensure the backs of their playable characters are interesting to look at during gameplay (which is why so many characters have weird long pieces of hair.)

i call this method of designing the “inverted triangle,” as the concentration of design aspects dwindles the further you go down. this can be applied to most other cape-wearing characters — with few exceptions

Lyney, on the other hand, has most of his defining characteristics on his lower half. his design is what i consider an “upright triangle”

save for the hat, most of the large shapes and blocks of colour are located on the lower half of his body (the coat tails, the bagginess of the sleeves, the stockings/garters)

when trying to add a cape on top of that all, the bottom half becomes too busy, and throws off the balance.

a tragedy 😔 the sacrifices we must make (cool cape) due to the existing circumstances (cool coat tails and many, many belts)

so, for this fan design i decided to scratch that itch. i still couldn’t give him the big cape due to the above reasons, but i did make his half shoulder cape into a full one that hung from both shoulders. it was almost like combining his and Lynette’s, haha

originally i left the medal out of the design, but i thought it would imply too much if i did. i didn’t want this design to read as me making Lyney a broken, depressed man, because that feels like such a general sweep for the concept of him as the new Father. the idea behind this design is to really play into him taking Arlecchino’s place, which is why i focused on making his silhouette so much like hers.

Lyney is still allowed to have his own personal tastes in his clothing, but ultimately he will look to her as an example of what he should be for the new children of the House. he would think that Arlecchino is the standard, considering how successfully she raised him and his family (the specifics of “successful” can be debated but shhh), so logically, he would try to mimic her, both consciously and not.

another change i wanted to make (due to my personal tastes in regards to his original design) was to make it more extravagant, more dramatic (especially on the back). the Harbingers’ designs stand out, and i wanted to reflect that in a way. (i really don’t think Lyney is going to take over Arlecchino’s Harbinger position, just as the new Father so she can put her focus elsewhere! but since she’s a Harbinger, i think it’s fair he gets a dramatic makeover as her successor 🫶🫶)

also, Lynette has a friendship level 4 line talking about how their magic shows/magic careers have become convenient fronts to gain access around Fontaine. i wanted to emphasize that mask and really make this design scream “performer.” with his new role, i imagine it would be increasingly difficult to keep up with his image as a famous magician and as the leader of the House, so he exaggerates the performer persona to compensate for it, almost adding yet another wall of the facade. it’s more “over the top,” with smaller changes but glaringly obvious that something is different.

some smaller design notes/commentary that don’t really have much to them so it’s quick fire time

i wanted the inside of his tailcoats to be much more vibrant than they are in game to add to the Drama (also because waistcoats were the Only Thing men really had at the time to customize so they really went all out with the colours)

the medal on the back of his cape is purple as sort of a middle ground between him and Lynette (because i saw an idea that it’s kind of like an ei/shogun situation where 2 people are under the Father identity in the House but the inhabitants just know Lyney and i really like that!!!!! i also think it’d just be weird to have Lynette kind of be in a lesser position to Lyney when they’ve been equals their entire lives so it’d be cool to have her as his double)

the feather(?) on Lyney’s hat is the same as Arlecchino’s hair pin on her ponytail

the magenta lipstick is related to his c6 title “guarded smile.” for context, the colour magenta isn’t a real colour on the light spectrum, it just exists as filler we created on the colour wheel when red and purple mix. i have a lot of Thoughts about Lyney with the colour magenta (and honestly i don’t know if it was on purpose at all but i think it’s cool regardless)

i tried real fucking hard to not make this read as Gogol from BSD and i’ll be deeply upset if any comparison is at all made. do you know how many diamond patterns and card accessories i had to remove because it just looked like Gogol. fucking agony.

thank you for reading this long ass post. i always love reading dev discussions/notes on concept art cause it’s so so so interesting how much story/thought is behind a design that we just don’t know about and it really makes me appreciate stuff more!!!! highly encourage info dumping alllllll the ideas behind ur ocs or art or writing etc its so so so fun i promise i read all authors notes and tags people leave on their stuff. it’s my enrichment.

#lyney #genshin impact lyney #arlecchino #fatui #gensin impact #kiyo’s art discussions

[theharddeck]

Sana!

⭐️⭐️⭐️

I would love absolutely any crumb you wanted to share about Jake and his FWB babe! If there’s a tidbit from start the new year right/kind might, sorta like, love you a little bit/ can’t unfeel that that you’ve been wanting to talk about, I’m here for it! (Or all 3 🤭)

ummmmmmmmm absolUTELY I CAN; under the cut because nsfw (also tw: breeding/pregnancy)

send me a ⭐ for director’s commentary on a fic of mine

alright jumping right into the countdown in kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit...

“These tits,” Jake leaned forward, his shoulders pressing your thighs flat against the bed and his mouth closing over your breast, messily kissing you, “they’ll be fucking swollen, won’t they, as you get ready to nurse our child.”

I love this here, the use of "our" child. this is where it's so obvious it's not just about the kink, or getting off on the idea of finishing inside, like mans is actively planning a future with reader. he's thinking of the baby, not just the current act; i could faint. like yes, this is tittie appreciation, but jake is such a romantic, despite his best efforts.

“So soft, swollen, and all full of milk,” Jake mumbled, switching to the other breast. “And when you’re aching and sensitive, I’ll be there for you—bet you’ll taste so sweet like that, won’t you, darlin’.” The thought of nursing Jake was stunning, and you moaned when you realized he was sucking at you, nipping and miming milking your breasts.

as someone who is truly, deeply, terrified by what pregnancy does to the body, writing this awoke something in me. I love how gone jake is in the fantasy, and even though it's reader POV, you can tell he's imagining it. he's picturing the changes to her body and LOVING it and i'm obsessed with that. too many guys like the idea of children, but get bored/grossed out/tired of pregnancy, and i know jake is the one who not only is doting on his wife and not letting her lift a finger during her pregnancy, he also finds the changes in her body to be SO hot.

“Three,” you cried. “That’s it, sweetheart, because I do need to feel you, need to fill you, pump till you’re full of me and see me dripping out of my pretty cunt. Christ, you feel so good, you’re so good, how are you—”

i don't think anyone caught it, but earlier in the fic, Jake's giving her a hard time for when she says 'need'...and here he is, just tossing it out. i think he does need her, and in the same way that reader latches onto him calling himself hers (because she already thinks of herself as his), he always notices when she says needs (because he knows he also desperately, intrinsically needs her). i love how he just admits it too, just throwing it out there and practically begging her to hear him affirm her need, her want.

I'm also such a slut for possessive framing of a partner's body parts, like Jake calling reader's cunt his will always destroy me.

“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple, “but then we would’ve never discovered you had a breeding kink.” Your jaw dropped and you pulled back, sputtering. “Excuse me—”  “I know, I know,” Jake shook his head, grinning, incorrigible. “But admit it: you loved it.” You snapped your mouth shut, trapping the response that threatened to bubble out, words you hadn’t dared think, much less speak, before this moment. Jake looked at you, at your pressed-together lips and eyes that always said too much, and his smile softened.  “I know,” he said again, quietly, and he kissed you gently. Jake’s arms were tight around you and you leaned into him, letting it—whose kink it was, what you loved, what he knew—all go, knowing there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

is it obvious that reader almost says "i love you" in response to "you loved it"? that was so clear in my head, and when I read it back i'm like mmmm maybe that's not conveyed. but that's what she's thinking, and that's what he knows and what he's thinking too. gosh i love an emotionally repressed couple

#misskielanswers #jake seresin smut

[zalrb]

valentine’s day {elena/stefan/katherine fic pt. 2}

Link to Pt. 1: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/707929608286240768/toxic-elenastefankatherine-fic

[The ending is purposefully abrupt]

“This is probably the best Galentine’s Day I’ve put together,” said Caroline, laughing, taking a sip of her mimosa.

She, Bonnie and Elena were sitting outside a cafe, enjoying brunch, balloons tied to their chairs and table.

Bonnie laughed. “Caroline, you know you didn’t come up with Galentine’s Day, you saw it on Parks and Rec like everybody else who celebrates it.”

“But I perfected it,” said Caroline seriously. “They did breakfast yesterday. Why should we not celebrate our friendship on the actual day? The boys can have the evening but brunch is for us, Valentine’s Day or not.”

“Well, you don’t know when Valentine’s Day starts for some people, what if there was breakfast sex?”

Caroline looked at Elena. “Did our Galentine’s Day brunch interfere with breakfast sex, Elena?”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows. “What? No--”

“I was talking about me,” said Bonnie.

Elena mimed vomiting the same time Caroline cheered. Elena hit Bonnie playfully on the arm.

“That’s my brother, Bonnie.”

Bonnie shrugged. “He provides a very good service.”

“Ugh,” said Elena.

“You know what, you were a little late to brunch,” said Caroline.

Bonnie fluffed her hair and gave a knowing smile. “Yeah, well....” 

Elena shuddered. “Please stop.”

Caroline giggled and clinked champagne glasses with Bonnie.

“Honestly, Elena, I’m surprised that wasn’t on the menu for you today,” said Caroline. “Doesn’t Damon still do--” she paused, gagging, “-- sex coupons?”

“Well, yeah...”

And he did indeed try to get her to cash one in that morning but Elena had been too preoccupied to indulge him, thinking of all the possible ways Stefan could’ve been spending Valentine’s Day morning with her evil, seemingly impossible to kill or get rid of, doppelganger.

“But that’s not all he does, you know,  he can be romantic,” said Elena.      

Bonnie raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

“Sure,” said Elena, nodding. “He does stuff, movie stuff, like... a violinist playing for us at a secluded dinner or a midnight picnic on the clock tower.”

“Oh, OK that sounds sweet,” Bonnie offered, looking at Caroline who shrugged lazily in concession.

“Sure,” said Caroline. “So then what’s been your best Valentine’s Day? Clock tower?”

Elena didn’t say anything but glanced at Bonnie who nodded in understanding.

“Oh,” she said.

Caroline looked from Bonnie to Elena and back again. “What do you mean ‘oh’?”

“So, Bon,” said Elena. “What else are you going to do today besides taking my brother’s innocence?”

“We’re going to have a really nice candlelit dinner later on tonight. He’s going to cook and I’m going to provide the candles.”

“Sweet,” said Elena.

“No, no, back up. What’s ‘oh’?” said Caroline. “I don’t know your best Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s nothing,” said Elena.

“Obviously it’s not nothing. I thought we were past this whole you two leaving me out of stuff thing. Why aren’t you telling me?”

Bonnie reached over and took Caroline’s hand in hers. “Because you would be insane with jealousy. I was even jealous.”

“How petty do you think I am?” said Caroline. “I am your best friend, Elena, if you had a fairytale Valentine’s Day experience, I should know about it, it’s my right.”

Elena shot Bonnie an exasperated but amused look and Bonnie just grinned, shrugging in response.

“Fine, fine,” said Elena. “It was with...” She could barely say his name, not after the last time they talked -- a conversation that had shattered her. “It was with Stefan,” she managed to say. “When he took me to New York.”

“Wait a minute, you told me about this,” said Caroline. “He took you for a night on the town.”

“Yeah, but not exactly how I described.”

 *

It had been a two-day affair. Stefan hadn’t flown to New York with her but had a car waiting for her at the airport. A key was already waiting for her at the hotel and when she checked into the suite, in the middle of the room, there was a ballgown draped on a mannequin: blush pink, a fitted bodice, a ruched, off-the-shoulder neckline with taffeta and tulle --- the real deal. Before Elena had the chance to do more than marvel at the sheer drama of the dress, there was a knock on the door. She smiled and rushed to open it, only to see ---

“Jenna?” Not who she was expecting. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“Well,” she said, making her way into the suite. “My dating life is so pathetic that I have nothing better to do on Valentine’s Day than act as my niece’s chaperone.”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows. “Chaperone?”

“At Stefan’s request,” she said, looking around the suite, nodding her head appreciatively at the fresh flowers, the lacquered doors, the chandelier.

Elena shook her head slightly. “I am so lost.”

Jenna smiled, reached into her purse and then took out an envelope, handing it to Elena. She opened it.

“A ball?” Elena exclaimed, reading the invitation. “He’s taking me to a ball? Stefan?”

“A themed ball,” Jenna confirmed.

“Like a Valentine’s Day ball?” That sounded even less like him.

“Like a Victorian-esque ball with all of the outfits and the etiquette, hence the chaperone,” said Jenna, gesturing to herself. “Though I will not be a chaperone for the entire night, once you two find each other, I will be firmly hands off.”

Elena could barely speak. Once, she’d asked Stefan if he would enter a dance competition or get staked repeatedly for an hour and it took him a minute to answer.

“OK. So, then, what are you planning to do?”

“Well obviously, I’ll be having a few dances of my own and will land a baron before the night is over.”

Elena nodded. “Of course.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ve got my own room, not on this floor, that would be awkward, but speaking of rooms...” Jenna gestured around. “How can he afford this and my suite?”

“Uh... You know the Salvatores. Founding Family money,” she said.

“If this is Founding Family money, I have no idea what we have. I don’t even think the Lockwoods could swing this,” said Jenna. “Either way, This hotel, this suite, this dress? That boy loves you.”

He did. This was massive and extravagant, so unlike him, but the intimacy of the night, the way it was catered to her, well, that had him all over it.

From time to time, she’d asked Stefan what life was like in certain decades, marveling at the sheer number of years he’d been on the earth, the things he was alive for, the inventions he’d experienced when they were first made, and a few months ago when watching Pride and Prejudice during a girls’ night with Bonnie and Caroline, she texted Stefan about balls. She’d asked him if they’d been similar to the ones in England, if he could remember ones before the one he went to with Katherine. She told him she’d wished she could’ve gone to one with him, a real one, but didn’t think he remembered their conversation.

“So, he’s meeting us there?”

“I guess so,” said Jenna. “With you being unmarried and all, it’d be improper if he went with you.”

Elena bit her lip, excited.

 *

 It had taken forever to get ready. Jenna curled and pinned and braided and coiffed Elena’s hair, and then the two of them helped each other with the corsets and the hoops and the layers of petticoats.

When it was time to leave, they pretended not to hear the gasps or see the expressions of amazed confusion as they glided through the hall to the ride waiting for them out front. 

The car had taken them to a massive Georgian manor covered in ivy where Elena and Jenna joined a line of other bedecked ladies, invitation in hand. Once inside, they exchanged their invitations for another piece of paper before being directed to another room.

“Oh, I think this is a dance card for you,” said Jenna.

“A dance card?” 

“Yeah, see? When a suitor asks you to dance and you agree, they put down their name next to the name of the dance. No impulsivity in that era,” said Jenna to herself.

Elena giggled and tried to see if she could spot Stefan before following Jenna and the other women into a cloak room to put away her shawl and coat.  

 *

The ballroom was massive and Elena looked around the room, at the sea of black suits, trying to spot that familiar face. The moment she started getting anxious, she saw him, coming toward her. Jenna made an approving noise.

“Your boyfriend cleans up nice.”

Elena couldn’t respond, she was too busy taking him in, and wondered if she was actually, literally going to swoon. She could never resist Stefan in a suit

but broad-shouldered and all sharp, defined lines in full dress, with a hint of smoulder in his stare, Elena felt a giddy weakness that dizzied her and could overcome her at any moment, making her buckle and collapse. She was sure the only reason she managed to stay upright was because she didn’t want to miss him even for a second. 

“And who is he bringing with him?” said Jenna, intrigued.

Elena had been so focused on Stefan, she didn’t realize that there was another man accompanying him --- a date for Jenna. She smiled to herself -- he’d thought of everything. 

Stefan stood a few feet away from her, bowed, motioning with his hand and looking up at her, his expression a combination of mischief and total commitment and asked, “Will you favor me with your hand for this or the next dance?”

Elena bit on the inside of her lip to keep from smiling too widely but knew it was probably a losing battle and that she most likely looked like a grinning dork. Stefan remained slightly bent and Elena realized he would stay that way until she gave an answer. 

“With pleasure,” she said finally.

He then held out his hand for her card and then wrote his name at the top.

“Just one dance?” she asked.

He wrote his name again.

“There’s only one name I want to see on that card,” she said.

Stefan grinned and filled up the card. He bent his arm and she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow. As they approached the dance floor, she clutched nervously onto his arm. “I don’t know how to waltz, like actually waltz.”

He whispered back, his voice in her ear. “Follow my lead.”

Chills erupted all over her body.

A trumpet sounded, signalling to the guests that it was time to get ready. The band played and they danced among dozens of other pairs, spinning and gliding on the floor.

During their third dance, Elena could feel that they were being watched, that others wanted a chance with her, yes, but mostly women wanted a chance with him, ensnared by the poise and the elegance, yet Stefan never took his eyes off her. 

She was held captive to his green eyes, he seduced her with his gaze, with the way every so often, his fingers would gently caress hers, the way their noses would brush or his hand would gently squeeze the small of her back;

little touches, focused gazes, intermittent whispers of how beautiful she looked that spurred in her a desire for him that was becoming increasingly unbearable with each passing moment.

She was torn: she wanted to stay there, in his arms, all night, and she also wanted to waste the night away, still in his arms, but naked.

“Stefan, this is amazing,” she said. “This is,” she laughed. “But it’s — I can’t — this must’ve cost — this is so much.”

He shook his head and didn’t speak right away. “We were meant to meet when we did and I would have it no other way, but now that I’m with you, now that I know what that’s like, a part of me does wish that I’d met you then, in this decade, that I’d spent every decade of my life with you and this is just … I don’t know, one way to do that.”

Elena breathed out — she knew which want she’d give into.

“I need to talk to you,” she whispered.

He looked at her, a hint of concern in his eyes, before he nodded and they left the dance floor.

When they walked out of the ballroom into a hallway, she turned and kissed him with such zeal he was flattened against the wall. A quick noise of surprise sounded from his throat and then transformed into a moan when he deepened the embrace

his hand on her neck, sliding up beneath her chin, she gripped his wrist, burying herself in him, drowning in him and then --- air.  

They pulled away. He exhaled deeply, blinking rapidly, stunned and sagging a bit against the wall. Elena felt slightly drunk, her head was swimming, her skin flushed, and a deep, low ache throbbed incessantly.

He asked if she wanted to stay, suggested that they go back to the suite, and through the pleasant buzz that had taken over her mind, she felt herself shake her head frantically. He didn’t understand her urgency, she needed him now.

Before she knew what she was doing, she took his hand, and as she started to walk, she turned back to look at him, her eyes purposeful and clouded with a roaring lust but felt her chest flutter when he returned her gaze with a primal focus that told her he felt what she felt. 

She was suddenly dazed and could barely feel her feet as she walked. Still, she led him through the corridor like she knew every inch of this mansion she’d never once set foot in and the first room she looked in — a study with a chaise, a desk, and built-in bookcases for walls — was empty.

Elena led Stefan inside and he pulled her toward him, turning so that her back was against a bookcase next to the door, his mouth on her, all over her, making her sigh and moan. He was kissing her neck, grazing his lips across her shoulder, her collarbone, she put her hand on the back of his head, ruffling his hair, guiding him to her cleavage, gasping and laughing when he tenderly bit her and tried to pull down her sleeves so he could access more of her skin.

She brought him back up to her and kissed him again, moaning in his mouth,

as he pressed her to him, moving her slightly away from the bookcase so he could start unlacing her gown, his fingers moving rapidly as she nipped the bottom of his ear with her teeth, kissed along his jaw, sucking on the underside of his chin. Elena started to tremble and shake with impatience — God, how many laces were there? — her body quivering in frustration, as she whined softly with the need to have him, she was on the verge of having a tantrum.

When the gown pooled at her waist, Stefan flipped Elena around, pressing her front against the bookcase to loosen her corset. He started undoing those laces as he kissed the nape of her neck, his lips whispers on the skin of her back and Elena grabbed onto a book as she arched. He slipped one hand to the front, cupping her breast and she reached behind her, trying to touch him, just some part of him. The corset fell away. Now he ---

Elena couldn’t take it anymore and turned back around, kissing him, biting and sucking his lower lip, quickly loosening his tie, helping undo the buttons of his pants, as she guided him over to the chaise.

She pushed him onto it and he stared up at her as he started lifting her layers, and she helped him, her hands hastily bunching up the fabric so she could sit astride him.

The hoop skirt made it awkward but she was past the point of return. She reached down to take a hold of his readiness, eliciting an appreciative groan from him that compelled her to kiss him as she guided him into her, the contact making her moan.

 She held onto the shelves above them, her fingers digging into the books as they gyrated together, as he angled himself to move deeper in her. Still, there were too many obstacles, too many things keeping her from having him as deeply and fully as she wanted to, she was greedy, she wanted him all, wanted him bare, and this tryst only served to whet her appetite, she ----

Caroline cleared her throat, blinking at her and Elena pulled herself out of her memory, realizing that she’d lost herself in describing just how hot the whole thing was.

For a few seconds, no one spoke.

“So, you’re telling me,” said Caroline, “that Stefan wasted no expense and swept you away to New York, took you to an actual ball where you had crazy hot library sex a la Atonement, which, by the way, is probably one of the most romantic movies of all time ---”

“Well, not exactly like Atonement, it wasn’t actually against the bookcase ---”

“ --- and then you went back to a suite where you had more crazy, hot sex and then you had a post-Valentine’s Day New York trip, which is what you told me happened on actual Valentine’s Day, but that was a bonus and for Secret Santa I got a snow globe?”

Bonnie pushed her lips to the side in thought. “Well, he wasn’t going to give you crazy hot Atonement sex.”

Caroline looked at her who pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

Elena cleared her throat and kept a straight face. “He just really didn’t know what to get you...”

Caroline shook her head. “That dick.”

*

Damon searched through his closet while speaking on the phone. “Yes, white doves, if they aren’t white, they’re just pigeons. Why would I want a bunch of pigeons released when my girl walks onto the terrace?”

           He picked out the suit he was going to wear to the dinner that night. “Great, bye.” He hung up. “Idiots,” he muttered.

           He tossed the suit and the phone on his bed and walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. After taking a sip, he sighed. “So, you and Stefan are doing overnights now, huh?”

           Katherine stood in the doorway, her arms crossed. “Does it bother you that the only reason why you know it’s me is because you know exactly where Elena is so it’s virtually impossible for you to be confused?”

           “She’d also never dress like such a slut.”

           “Oh, how proud she must be to date such a feminist.”

           Damon shrugged. “I went to a march once in the ’60s. Kind of a drag.”

           “Charming,” said Katherine. “Seriously, though, I heard you on the phone, you’re going all out tonight, the doves, the private chef.” Katherine walked farther into the room. “Makes a girl wonder.”

           Damon rolled his eyes and put the glass on his desk. “About what?”

“What it would be like, if you were making those plans for me.”

Damon laughed without humour. “OK.”

“Don’t be so dismissive. I remember what it’s like to be doted on by you, to be worshiped by you. My life hasn’t been the same without it.”

“Well unfortunately, that train has left the station. I hate you now, it’s kind of my thing.”

“You only hate me because I hurt you.”

“I got over that a long time ago, sister.”

Katherine smiled, shaking her head. “Damon, you spent 145 years loving me, that doesn’t just go away simply because you’re dating my carbon copy.”

Damon scoffed. “You sound jealous.”

           Katherine shrugged. “Maybe I am.”

           He raised his eyebrows. “Words I never thought I’d hear Katherine Pierce say. Jealous of Elena Gilbert.”

           “Of Elena? No,” said Katherine, “Of you and Elena … maybe.”  

           Damon looked at her, visibly trying to piece together the angle she was working. “Why would you be jealous of me and Elena?”

           Katherine was in front of him now, her eyes searching his, her eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

“So if I came to you now, after all of these years, after everything I’ve done.” She inched closer to Damon and put her hands on his shoulders. “And I told you I was wrong about all of it, that every time I’ve lied to you...” She put her hands on either side of his face, “Every time I’ve hurt you, abandoned you, that I’ve regretted it, I just wouldn’t let myself feel it. If I told you that, you wouldn’t care?”

            Damon gulped but said nothing.  Katherine started brushing away his hair.

“And what if I told you...” She caressed the outline of his face with her finger, “that I made the wrong choice.”

She could see his eyes flash slightly, “that I’ve been chasing the wrong Salvatore, that it should’ve been you all along, that I wasted all this time on the lesser brother, when it’s so clearly you...” Damon exhaled slightly. “You wouldn’t care?”

Damon watched as Katherine slowly inched toward him. She was lying, he knew she was lying, she had to be lying … right? He didn’t move ---

In an instant, he was thrown to the ground, Stefan on top of him, gripping his shirt.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

Stefan grabbed Damon and moved again, slamming him against the wall, making the wood crack.

“Get off of me!” Damon wrenched away from Stefan.

“Elena doesn’t deserve this, Damon!”

Damon pushed him away. “NOTHING HAPPENED.”

Katherine hopped up on Damon’s desk, crossing her legs. She smiled and started to finish his drink.

           “Katherine’s back for five minutes and she’s already in your head?”

           “Spare me the sanctimonious speech, Stefan, you’re the one screwing her!”

           “I don’t have anything to lose,” said Stefan. “You have Elena! What the hell is the matter with you?”

           “I said nothing happened!”

           “What was about to happen?”

           “Nothing! She’s a liar, I saw right through her!”

           Stefan’s eyes hardened and Damon made up his face, indignant.

“Don’t ripper out me, nothing fucking happened!”

           Stefan shook his head. “Get out of here.”

           “It’s my room,” said Damon.

           “Go find Elena! It’s Valentine’s Day! Don’t you have pigeons to look after?”

           “DOVES.” Damon grabbed his suit and phone off the bed and headed to the door. “Don’t fuck up my room,” he muttered.

           When Stefan faced Katherine, she was still on Damon’s desk, smirking and a rush of hatred surged through Stefan. The thought of her causing Elena anymore pain, of her twisting Damon up to do it, fueled his harsh desire to want her gone, want her dead; he hated her for her ability to mess everything up, to mess the people that he loved up. And then there was that twinge, that annoyingly persistent spasm of jealousy that had been part of the reason he threw Damon to the ground, that was now igniting another, smaller desire, to possess her without a second thought and he hated himself for that part even existing. So, all he could do was pace.

“Tell me,” she said. “When you saw us together just then, who was it that you wanted to kill, me or him?”

Stefan’s anger made him speak low and slowly, the pretense of calmness. “This is so predictable, Katherine, the minute you get bored, you stir shit up for your amusement? You don’t have any new tricks?”

“Why, when my old ones serve me so well?”

“Really because it didn’t work this time, did it? Because this isn’t 1864, you don’t have the two of us on leashes.”

“You on a leash?” Katherine shivered and let out a small squeal of delight. “Don’t tempt me, Stefan.”

           Stefan opened and closed his hands in an effort to contain his emotions. “If you were ever going to take anything seriously in your life let it be this, if you try to get into Damon’s head and do anything to hurt Elena, I will send you back to hell!”

Katherine threw the glass she was holding against the wall and Stefan flinched in surprise more than anything else. The mischievousness and playfulness in her expression replaced with rage.

“Elena, Elena, Elena your one-track mind, that’s what starting to get boring, Stefan.” She jumped off the desk and strode up to him, speaking furiosuly. “And you don’t want to see the kind of amusement I’ll drum up for myself when I’m actually bored.”

“What are you doing, trying to threaten me into loving you? Can’t compel me anymore so you resort to extortion? Fuck you!”

            “No, fuck you, Stefan! All this vile coming out of your mouth is just because we both know here is where you want to be and it’s about time you accepted it!”

Stefan shook his head. This was sick. She was sick. He was sick. “Not anymore because I’m done.” He pointed at her. “I’m fucking done with you!” He turned to leave and then ducked, missing a lamp that was thrown.

“I’m not done!” Katherine yelled.  

He whirled around, eyes blazing with rage. “TOO BAD.”

“If I’m not done, you’re not done either!”

Stefan put his hand to his forehead. He was going out of his mind. “Katherine. You can’t hold me hostage!”

“You still feel it between us and you and I both know the lengths I’ll go to to prove that to you. Damon is collateral damage and I couldn’t give a flying fuck about Elena but I will wrap him around my finger and use him whichever way I please, how many times I want, wherever I like because I know it will drive you crazy!”

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pairing: steddie ao3 link: here summary: Steve showing up to a metal festival after a twelve hour shift teaching/babysitting a bunch of five year olds, not even changed or showered from his day, covered in paint that he was never going to get out of his favorite sweater vest? The most romantic thing Eddie could think of.

September was already pushing it for an outdoor musical festival in the midwest. Personally, Gareth thought it was better because metal fans quite often wore rather heavy and leather outfits. They were primed to stay warm in the chill as opposed to overheating in July. But no one asked him. 

They did ask him to play drums though. 

Well, Corroded Coffin was headlining the final Chicago show but same thing. 

Touring was all well and good but there was something about being able to play a show in the town where they lived. Corroded Coffin could do a late set, get home on the last L of the night, and still go to sleep in their own beds, with their partners, and for Jeff at least, his toddlers who had no doubt already escaped their cribs hours prior. 

It was the best of both worlds. Rock stars and the comforts of home.

Not to mention the hometown crowds got the best kind of rowdy. 

It hadn’t been too long of a tour. Just three weeks of this new festival. But as Gareth got older (older, god, he was barely 28), he could see how they all felt it in different ways, the nonstop travel and shows wearing on them just a bit. 

To be back in Chicago, finally, after three whirlwind weeks felt too good. Gareth shook his head. A whole three weeks for this traveling festival. They were getting old maybe.

Not too old though. The act before them finished with a bang and Gareth felt that pre-show adrenaline begin to race through his veins and a little shiver went up his spine. He raised an eyebrow at Jeff who fist bumped him and shook out his shoulders a bit. Gareth couldn’t see Eddie but he could hear him further back in the wings, coaxing his first guitar into a final tune. 

The two on-stage performers stumbled into the wings. They were a relatively seasoned duo and old enough that they joined the wind-down tour bus every night with Corroded Coffin instead of the party bus with a few of the younger bands. 

The only issue was that Gareth could never keep their names straight. They had always been introduced together as Tim and Dan so he kept it that way, always addressing them as a unit. Dan and Tim. Tim and Dan. 

“Nice set,” Jeff complimented them, tossing them each a bottle of water. Either Tim or Dan immediately cracked it open and dumped the whole thing over his head. “Crowd is pumped tonight.”

“They are the best. Oh man. Except for—“ Dan and Tim looked at one another and burst into laughter. They both tried to talk over one another to explain, which didn’t help Gareth’s current issue of not being able to tell them apart. 

“This one guy. A white dude with—“ Hands waved, fluffing up each other’s hair in a presumed imitation of the audience member. 

“A dorky sweater vest—“

“Covered in paint. I thought it was the pattern on the vest at first.” Dan or Tim mimed splattered paint onto his soaked white shirt. 

“Like he took a wrong turn—“

“Or popped out of some portal from another universe.”

“He seems to be enjoying himself though,” one of them said graciously. “He came prepared with earplugs at any rate.”

Gareth looked over at Jeff and they both grinned. Jeff leaned his chair back to check for Eddie but the coast was clear. He crooked a finger at the duo that had so accurately described their lead singer’s partner. 

"Where was this guy?" Jeff asked excitedly. 

"To the right. Can't miss him, man. He sticks out."

Jeff and Gareth both made a rush for the stage, stopping just short of stepping out of the wings. They pushed each other out of the way to get a glimpse at the crowd, all while trying their best not to be seen.

There, true to form and the description brought to them by Tim and Dan, was Steve Harrington in all his glory. Gareth knew that sweater vest all too well. A few months back, the band had drunkenly ranked all of Steve’s outfits and this vest was top ten. Though it was now tragically covered in neon orange and yellow paint all down the front. 

The duo was right about one thing: Steve certainly stuck out in the crowd. If not for his clothing but also because of his actions. No head banging though there was some light head bopping happening, with a small smile and the bright green of his earplugs just barely visible. No chains or leather in sight. Just Steve.

“Oh man, he made it.”

“Eddie is gonna freak.”

“This guy do something to Eddie?” Dan or Tim asked, in such a protective and sweet way that Gareth wished he could remember their names just for that. 

“Nah, that’s Ed’s man," Jeff told them. “They’ve been together since his final senior year."

“You’re kidding me. That guy?” He double-checked again, popping his head above Gareth and Jeff's own, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“He's a kindergarten teacher on the north side. Hence the paint.” Gareth gestures to his own chest. Paint-covered leather wouldn’t be the worst idea for outfits. Maybe the next album cover. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d raided Steve’s supply boxes. “Last spring he came back to the house covered in glitter and they’re still vacuuming it up.”

“You mean Steve is still vacuuming it up.” Jeff shuddered. His children weren't old enough for kindergarten just yet but he could only imagine the revenge Steve would get up to once his girls walked into their uncle's classroom.

“True," Gareth agreed. "He felt bad. Kindergarten rooms need those hazmat showers, man. Like chemistry labs.”

“Do we tell him? Eddie, I mean.” 

“Well, we have to warn security too cause once Eddie sees him, he might dive off the stage," Jeff murmured. Steve's schedule wasn't exactly conducive to their own but he did his best to come out and support the band whenever he could. And each time, Eddie looked at him like it was the best gift he could ever ask for.

Gareth held him back before he could flag down their main bodyguard, an idea forming.

"Maybe we don't warn Eddie. But we do warn security."

"That Eddie might jump into the crowd? That's pretty standard."

"He'll sing to Steve but I don't think he'll go complete PDA." Gareth shook his head, trying to work out a plan. Eddie tried his best to hold back for Steve in public even though that didn't stop him from talking about his partner in print or any other media..

“True. Steve is…well, shy now,” Jeff agreed. He was so unlike the jock they knew in high school. Still Steve, for sure, but more confident and a nicer guy. He kept away from the attention as much as Eddie fed off of it. And Eddie loved no attention as much as the kind he got from Steve. 

“There’s PDA and then there’s PDA,” Gareth defended Steve. “There’s hundreds of people out there. Thousands.”

“So we get a security guy to wait until Eddie sees Steve and then have them bring Steve backstage." Jeff made a face, immediately realizing the logical end to the night. "Then we'll lose our dressing room to the two of them."

"Last time that happened, Steve made lasagna as an apology," Gareth pointed out. He had dreams about that lasagna. "I figure we get Eddie riled up enough, Steve will make us a four course meal."

"Cheesecake," Jeff whispered reverently. "Elena loves that cheesecake of his. She won't stop asking me for the recipe."

"Why didn't you just ask Steve?"

"I asked Eddie."

"That was your first mistake."

Jeff went to handle security and Gareth spun his sticks in his hand, not with anxiety but with excitement. Eddie wouldn't notice Steve during their first song, or even their second. He was almost positive. But right before they launched into their third song, when they paused so Eddie could say hello to the crowd and drink some water. That's when it would happen.

He knew his friend way too well. But hopefully he and Jeff and their families would get a good meal out of it. 

Gareth could still tell the second Eddie saw Steve. His best friend being in love never got old.

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Steve knew the second Eddie spotted him in the crowd. The slight double-take, the straightened spine, and then the laser focus— all on Steve. 

Then came the smile. 

A beam of sunshine on the chilly Chicago night that Eddie kept trying to talk through, even as he shook his head and stumbled over a few words into the microphone. The crowd could have cared less. Eddie could do no wrong in their eyes. The applause and cheering never stopped.

Steve wouldn’t say he was used to Eddie's delighted expression or the way he did an excited little spin, barely avoiding tripping over the microphone wire. He hoped he never would be, even though it did single-handedly extend the long list of things Robin teased him about. Eddie's energy was always infectious and adorable and made Steve grin instantly. And there was something different about it when Steve experienced it in a crowd.

He didn't get out to see the boys as much as he wanted. His own career made it hard to come on tour outside of the summer. And the migraines didn't help either. Eddie understood, they both did. But god they missed each other.

“Hello you beautiful people!" Eddie shouted into the microphone and the crowd roared back at him. "My boys! My girls! My everyone not constrained by the binary!” Eddie winked and then leered in Steve’s direction. There was sweat and hair everywhere and he had only done two songs so far. Steve loved him so much. “And a special welcome to my man!”

Steve didn't bother holding back a loud laugh and did a little wave to Eddie, who reared back and clutched at his heart, as though he felt the force from it. He quickly skipped forward again, coming to stage right and leaning over as far as he could. They were still a good twenty feet away from each other but Eddie blew Steve a kiss and the crowd went wild. 

Even while knowing his face must be beet red, Steve did what he always did when Eddie blew him a kiss: caught it. 

He held it against his chest and shook his head, even while smiling. Eddie did a spin again and while his partner had never been a ballerina, it sure seemed as though he was using Steve as his own personal spotting point. Then Gareth slammed them into their next song. 

It didn't take long for a security guard to tap him on the shoulder and well, Steve had been expecting it. Jeff or Gareth had probably spotted him. It wouldn’t exactly be difficult in his outfit since he had to come right from the school. He'd watch Eddie from the crowd, from the wings, from anyplace at all.

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Eddie was well aware that his ideas of romance were vastly different from that of the general population. Metal, for one-- super romantic music in Eddie's opinion.

His partner showing up after a twelve hour shift teaching/babysitting a bunch of five year olds, not even changed or showered from his day, covered in paint that he was never going to get out of his favorite sweater vest? The most romantic thing Eddie could think of. 

Steve carefully bobbing his head along to Eddie's music? Also romantic. 

These were songs that Eddie wrote with Steve by his side. First in his old trailer back in Hawkins and then in the shitty freezing loft that they shared with the rest of the band their first year in Chicago. Steve had been with him the whole time, pressed up against him, stroking his hair while Eddie scribbled furiously, trying to put into words how love made him feel like he was going to explode. There was nothing more metal than that. 

Eddie could see the bright green earplugs in Steve's ears. He was usually the one to put them gently into Steve's ears whenever the band needed to jam inside their house instead of at a fancy studio. When it was still just for them as opposed to any executives or engineers. 

God, Eddie loved that man.

“You knew?” Eddie yelled back to Gareth and Jeff in between songs. 

“Security’s got ‘im!” Jeff hollered back instead of answering the question. “They’re bringing him back!”

Eddie automatically looked to the wings at that and there was Steve, looking just as besotted as Eddie felt. Head tilted to the side and a smile that grew when he saw that Eddie was watching him. 

He was on air the rest of the set. The crowd, the band, the music. Everything had aligned for Eddie Munson and after three weeks on tour, he had come home in the best possible way. There was a heat against his left side, all from Steve's stare through the rest of their songs, including their two encores. 

The crowd was still hollering for more as Eddie bounced off the stage, Gareth and Jeff following close behind. Both of them slapping Steve on the back as they passed by him. Jeff thankfully grabbing Eddie's guitar before he could smack himself or Steve with it. 

“Hey sweetheart," Eddie said softly, voice raspy after a long night. He slid up into Steve's space and wrapped his arms around his neck, letting his fingers play with the long hair curling up there. He kissed Steve once, twice, and a third time before remembering he had to control his breathing just as carefully here as he did on stage. 

Eddie knew sounds and Steve's laughter was the greatest of them all. 

“You guys sounded fantastic.” Steve kissed him again, bringing his hands up to cup Eddie's face. He hadn't stopped smiling since the start of their set and with Eddie back in his arms, he certainly wasn't about to. 

With his voice dropping to a whisper, Eddie asked quietly, "Head?" He gathered Steve in his arms, impossibly closer and Steve's head rested on Eddie's shoulder for minute, earplugs still firmly in place. Eddie stroked his hair, fluffy even after being in a hectic classroom all day. 

Steve, slow and still smiling, carefully shook the head in question, rubbing his face against Eddie's shoulder like a cat. “Head is good, I promise.” He kissed Eddie's shoulder and then looked up, pressing a kiss to Eddie's lips so sweetly that his partner wrapped his arms tight around Steve's waist, refusing to let go.

They could hear the crowd leaving and roadies were packing up around them and Eddie just wanted one more quiet minute with Steve before the ride home. He had missed him so much. He didn't need Steve's arms tightening around his neck to know that he felt the same. 

“A sweater vest though, really?” A voice came from the side, a few feet away. One of the previous acts, one half of a duo that Gareth never remembered the name of. 

“Yeah and I can't wait to peel it off of him tonight,” Eddie growled at Dan. He could feel Steve's chest shaking with laughter against him but he didn't miss the fist bump between Jeff and Gareth. Those two were so weak for his Steve's cooking. 

They'd better not be expecting anything in the next few days because Eddie fully intended to be wrapped up in only Steve and their sheets for the whole weekend. He inhaled and breathed in Steve, whole and in front of him. It was all Eddie had ever wanted. 

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