#not sure if I like these or not (feels a bit tacky maybe? idk) but they were fun to draw at least ^u^

[fishyartist]

Ghost hunting/patrol outfits, early vs late/post series

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #dp fanart #fan art #my art #ear;y putfits r just clothes they have whereas the late ones r custom #Tucker can sew+Sam designed Danny’s logo it makes me so sad they never intersected those skills #not sure if I like these or not (feels a bit tacky maybe? idk) but they were fun to draw at least ^u^

[yuri-is-online]

Hello Yuri!! Congrats on 500 followers!! You deserve it, your writing is amazing and makes me so happy whenever you post something new! (・∀・)

If it’s alright, could I request Ace Trappola, Ruggie Bucchi and Cater Diamond with prompt four if that’s okay? About the reader meeting someone at the ball and ranting to the boys about them.

Thank you so much in advance, and congratulations again!! ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

4. You met someone really wonderful at the Masquerade Ball and have been ranting about how he was totally the love of your life to your abnormally quiet friend. Actually, wasn't he invited too? Maybe you should ask him how that went.

Hello Rhea! It's always a pleasure to see you in my notifications, though you did give me a bit of whiplash with how fast this request came in (;ﾞ°´ω°´) It makes me very happy to hear I have managed to make you happy, I hope you like this post too. Also thank you very much for the kind words, they made me feel much better.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, I know the prompt says "quiet" but these three are sort of the chatty type so it's more like dodging the question (sorry), the other event requests can be found on my masterlist here. There's a movie reference hidden here (kind of) that if someone gets I'll probably scream idk.

Ace

There is a god in some sort of heaven and he hates Ace Trappola. Well maybe not a god, maybe it's just Riddle, and he certainly doesn't hate him, Ace is just being dramatic. But there has to be some sort of rule Riddle is breaking here, seriously what beacon of morals and etiquette sits pretending to sip tea while obviously eve's dropping on what should be a terribly private conversation. It's a nightmare made substantially worse by just how long he has been wanting to have this talk.

"Honestly I wasn't expecting to have so much fun, I thought Crowley was just going to put on a cheap tacky formal, not an actual ball with proper costumes." You feel light headed with joy for a change, technically half of the things you've experienced in this world you never would have in yours but a real, fancy Masquerade somehow felt more surreal than the overblots or flying brooms. Maybe it was because you had seen pictures of real ball costumes and masks that made it feel more tangible, like this was something you really were meant to be a part of.

"The costuming was indeed very impressive." Riddle swirls his cup just gently enough to avoid spilling his precious tea whilst making sure to pour Ace's all over the Heartslabyul lounge. "I was surprised at how impossible it was to tell who was who."

"I know! That's the whole problem." You practically jump up from the couch, before remembering yourself and settling down again. Ace notices you still move subconsciously closer to him, even if your silly head doesn't know just who he is. Or would it be was?

"Is it really?" Ace really wishes you weren't so used to ignoring his whining. "The entire point of a Masquerade is to be anonymous, isn't that why you and Deuce thought it was 'romantic.'" He had wanted to have this talk in Ramshackle where it was guaranteed to be private- scratch that he wanted to have it last night while he was trying to imagine what your eyes looked like under your mask. What they would look like if he moved his aside and just said what he was trying to for once instead of flirting more with the subtext than you.

"Well yeah I guess." You mumble. Your chest has been tied up in funny knots and Ace's unenthusiastic tone isn't helping with the pain. "But it's driving me insane to think I could have met my soul mate and all I know about him is that he makes a really attractive clown." Riddle chokes, tea cup clanking onto it's saucer as he politely tries to pass off his laugh as a cough. "Well not just that..." you mumble, closing your eyes to conjure up the memory of the jester who had produced a rose from behind your ear and insisted on leaving it there for luck.

"What sort of luck?" He held onto the rose just a second too long for your poor heart to bear, you swear he could feel it if he pressed his fingers that much closer to your pulse point.

"Well mine of course, how else am I supposed to find you when this is over." It's odd not to see the man's lips, your heart tells you it suspects he's smiling but it won't confirm it.

"That's not luck!" You laugh. "That's cheating!" He shrugs, as if to say he knows, that's the whole point. As if to say it's worth it to break the rules where you're concerned. It's daring, the way he holds you as you dance, the way your heart is screaming for you to just-

"I should have kissed him." You groan, remembering how Grim had charged in between you and your date screaming about how he'd never approve or something dumb like that. Just who did he think he was anyway?

"Well then why don't you!" Ace cringes as he says it, neck beet red as you go to sass him back before the oddly serious nature of his tone and the implication of his syntax force you to stop. Riddle's exit barely registers as you stare each other down, Ace from the corner of his eye and you with the full force you can gather.

"Would you have let me?" You whisper. A familiar touch lights just behind your ear, pressing in this time to trace the speed of your heartbeat.

"Only one way to find out, prefect." You expect him to run. Make some sort of joke about how he was pranking you, or say kissing before marriage being against the rules. But he doesn't. He waits, perhaps in the way he has been since the first night he showed up at Ramshackle, collared and crabby, just waiting for you to close the gap.

And embrace you as you fall.

Ruggie

Ramshackle was closer to the main castle than Savanaclaw. That was the excuse Ruggie had used to get you to agree to let him crash there, in his mind anyway. Really, all he had needed to do was ask, but you know that's not exactly how he works. Your relationship has always been a series of scratches, offers of give and take that tend to be minor but offer just enough of a technicality for true feelings to remain hidden just out of sight. That doesn't change how surreal it is to see him here so late, or the sharp contrast between all the stiff collars and plaster faces you both had been drowning in just a moment ago and the worn gym clothes you both wear for pajamas.

"Man I'm beat." Ruggie says, sinking into the couch. You aren't in much better shape, if he wasn't taking up a part of it you would be sprawled face down across the length the couch. Instead, you satisfy yourself with curling up into the far corner. You have a dreamy smile on your face, content like how he usually looks when he eats a large meal, or when he thinks you aren't looking.

"I think I found your soul mate hanging around the buffet tables tonight." You lazily tease, tracing nonsensical shapes on the floor to amuse the nervous energy from your earlier encounter.

"Oh yeah?" Ruggie sounds vaguely intrigued, but he doesn't move much. If anything he settles his neck more firmly into the sofa back, eyes intentionally trained on the ceiling. "What makes you say that?"

"He was stealing all the apple fritters." You say, dreamy smile widening when Ruggie snorts. "Too bad I intend on stealing him from you."

"Do you now." He murmurs, head tilting back down into his palm. He rests his elbow on his knee, but he doesn't look at you, not immediately. Your well into your little rant before he does.

"Well at first I was just going to steal the food-" that was the whole reason he had wanted to stay here, the two of you had hatched a plan weeks ago to smuggle in some containers and smuggle out as much food from the banquet hall as possible and it just made more sense to take it to Ramshackle "but he offered to give it to me so long as I danced with him." There is a container of said fritters in between you both, sticky with caramelized sugar and a good reminder of just how expensive the Masquerade Ball must have been to throw. It's odd to have food last so long in Ramshackle, odder still with Ruggie so close.

"Nice try." You said. "But you won't trick me like that. My friend trained me well and I need to bring those back to him."

"Are you sure about that?" The man's voice is muffled by his mask, white plaster forming three faces obscuring any meaningful detail of his real looks. He's radiant, something about the way he's managing to thread the needle through the crowd despite his exaggerated mask is holding all your attention despite Ruggie's warnings. You're supposed to be competing to see who would bring the most food home, but instead you're dancing in the arms of someone else, laughing as he kisses your hand when he dips you in tune with the song. "Your friend is missing out, I have the best tasting thing in the ballroom right here."

"I'm sorry I was so distracted I only managed to snag a couple things. Did you get anything good?" You roll out of the corner closer to the center, just out of his reach but oh so obtainable.

"Nope~" he says, letting the word pop and looking away with more shame than you have seen on his face... ever now that you think about it. "I uhh. I may have... also.. gotten distracted." Both of you look at the single container of apple fritters, suddenly very much aware that neither of you actually brought anything else back to your dorm.

"Laugh with me." You try to protest but Ruggie has both your fingers up to your lips, his trademark smirk looks good on you, he wishes he could take a picture. "Embarrassed prefect? You shouldn't be so worried, I told you how I felt didn't I?"

"But you don't know how I taste!" You manage to wail and he finally cracks, shaking with laughter and letting you curl your blanket around you in a ball of embarrement. You stay like that for a good long while, trying to beat down the smile that twitches at the corner of your mouth until Ruggie reaches over to unwrap you casing and pull your head into his lap.

"Well then, maybe you should let me test you." He's wrong you think as your lips meet, Ruggie has got to taste much sweeter.

Cater

"Well someone looks like they had fun last night~" Cater says and you giggle in response. He allows himself to pause before he continues, Cater really hates the sound of his own voice. How anyone can stand him is beyond him, and he knows the conversation he's about to have has a pretty good chance- no.

It's going to destroy the carefully built illusion he's woven around your "friendship" even if you react positively. Losing you would be painful, but keeping you in the dark would be even worse. He has to play this smart, play you correctly so he can try and keep your eyes with him even if they only look at the superficial face he wears.

Yes, Cater has to play you carefully, but he is off to a bad start. You know before he sits down that something is wrong, it's written all over his face sewn into his unwashed hair and dark circles under his eyes.

"I want to say 'you too' but honestly you look exhausted Cater, you sure you want to be awake right now?" You don't want to press him in case that makes him run, but you also know Cater a bit better than he wants to acknowledge. You don't really think the bit of yourself you have to share will help soothe him, but he goes along with his script anyway.

"Seriously, you worry too much!" He can't say about me because he wants your worries, and he knows that denial would crack his mask. "Besides I've just been dying to hear about the dance, you seemed really excited to go!" There's a sparkle in your eyes, a flush to your cheeks that he desperately wishes he had put there.

"It went well." That’s all you can bring yourself to say as your hands go to fiddle absent mindedly with the sleeves of your blazer.

"That's good?" He tries to poke at the topic but you don't go further. "Or was is it not good and you just don't want to think about it?"

"No! No it's just. I met someone. Or I think I did anyway." Cater blinks. Once. Twice. Three times just for luck because he knows, or at least he thinks he knows, that he was the only one with you all night. What you're saying just can't be right, there's no way you didn't know it was him all night. "He was just so easy to talk to! I completely lost track of time and didn't meet up with anyone else..." Your little embarrassed smile confirms it, you didn't know. He laughs.

"Sorry," he doesn't mean that "you're just too cute Yuu." He pulls his phone from his pocket as you desperately stutter.

"Look I'm really sorry I know I said I'd look for you, Riddle, and Trey but I was just... I don't know, moonstruck?" He laughs more, practically chokes as he quickly types an apology to Trey and savors your embarrassment just a moment longer.

"Don't you mean starstruck?" He teases and you suddenly find a bit of your fight back and fiercely shake your head.

"No way! That's for famous people. Moonstruck is for when you're overcome with ridiculous love for someone even if you don't know them." You pout and Cater looks at his phone, not to do anything really just to center himself and his thoughts. He has a choice to make, and he doesn't know where either path will go.

"Are you alright?" Cater should have known you would find him, there should be something scary with how unconsciously in tune with him you are. He doesn't say anything, but that doesn't seem to discourage you. You settle yourself next to him, sitting quietly keeping him company until he's ready to speak.

"It's all just a bit too much." He gestures vaguely at the room, uncertain why he's decided to speak about this now and not run from it. "Everyone's here wearing masks and hiding themselves like it's a fun thing to do."

"It can be." You say calmly. "But always dressing like this would be a lot." You look over the crowd with the stranger, the conversation lulls, and you try to examine the man's costume for a hint of what might be best to say. "You know," your voice is uncertain, but the words that come to you aren't ones you don't believe in, "everyone wears a mask sometimes, especially when they're afraid or lonely." The man says nothing, but something about the way he sits suggests you still have his attention. "You're not obligated to remove those masks for anyone, it has to be done when you are ready to accept the consequences of how other people will see you."

Cater isn't ready. He somehow doubts he ever will be. He wishes there was a way to confess this with a guarantee that the consequences won't burn him.

"You weren't the only one moonstruck." You look hopeful almost, exactly like you did when you'd pulled him from his corner to dance. Exactly the same as when you had when he had teasingly pulled your mask aside to kiss you, the same cute look he would never be sorry to see on your face. "Say are you busy prefect? I think there's something I need to tell you."

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #cater diamond x reader #500 followers celebration #side note #but i think riddle would be very pro aceyuu #if for no other reason than it gives him something to hold over ace's head #“follow the rules or I'm taking away your prefect time :/”

[softevnstan]

pairing. college!steve rogers x gender neutral! reader

summary. your best friend, steve rogers, is a goody-two-shoes boy through and through. there's always been rumors, but you know steve. and you know the most he's ever been up for with a gal was a peck on the cheek. he always tells everyone he's waiting for the right partner. well, apparently steve wants to learn how to kiss and you have some experience. naturally, things get a little interesting.

warnings. no specific gendered terms here; things do get a little heated but there's no sex or gendered bits mentioned. this is relatively tame and idk what else that might need to be here. kissing, everyone featured is 18+. y/n and steve are slightly buzzed. steve's praise kink (if you squint).

a.n. ok so i was listening to kiss me the whole time and just... do it. please. it enhances the immersion. god why can't i be in an 80s college love story, i deserve it. i'll do a part 2 (where things get way more interesting if yknow what i mean) if you guys want, just let me know.

w.c. 2.7k holy cow

“Excuse me?” The words come choked out from your lips, disbelief washing over you at the request your best friend had just made.

“I’m just saying,” Steve presses on, a soft pink dusting the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning red. “You, y’know– You have experience with this type of thing. Everyone just thinks I do.” The last piece comes mumbled from Steve, his head ducked sheepishly.

Even now, you’re still taken aback by the proposition. Sure, you know that Steve was just about as innocent as they come underneath. But you never would’ve imagined he’d be there, both of you in your dorm room, him asking you to teach him how to kiss.

You’d grown up with him, and knew each other like the back of your hands. There were countless times you helped cover for him - the first way you’d even properly met was at a middle school party and both of you had been locked away for seven minutes in heaven. You were ecstatic to potentially get your first kiss - maybe it was the countless grams of sugar in sodas that had you energetic or maybe it was just the natural excitement of a hormonal middle schooler.

But Steve had been scared. He’d been intimidated - poor little christian boy hadn’t had his first kiss yet and he didn’t want to waste it on some cheesy game. Not to mention Steve was already teased relentlessly for being such a small boy who didn’t have the best luck with girls (at the time, atleast - no one was ready for the way steve had buffed up towards the end of highschool; late bloomer, everyone decided when he’d finally grown into his bones and went from a boy to a young man).

‘Is it okay if we just say we did…?’ Steve had asked, sitting cross-legged in front of you on the bed of Susie, the girl you had geography with and whose parents were hosting the party. Her sheets were an ugly salmon with tacky pillows, and one of Steve’s nimble fingers was tracing one of the embroidered flowers in her covers.

Your disappointment was strong that night. The building bubble of anticipation had been abruptly popped right before you, and the mini-crush you’d had on Steve at the time withered knowing there wasn’t any sort of reciprocation. You'd had to physically stop yourself from letting your shoulders sag with the rejection.

‘Of course,’ you’d said with a smile, anyways. Steve was your best friend, after all. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, even if it did come at the expense of your feelings just a bit. Alas, you can’t make someone like you who doesn’t.

Being his friend was something you gladly seized the opportunity for - if you couldn’t be his partner, you could still be something to him.

‘Thanks… I really mean that. All of this stuff is so dumb anyways.’ Steve had tried to dismiss with a little awkward wave of his hand, and that feigned smile of yours bled into a genuine one. Hard to be upset with the guy when he was just so cute; Ocean eyes and soft pink lips that curled into a small smile, nimble fingers of an artist, freckles dusting his skin… You always saw Steve’s charm before anyone else ever had. Well, save for Bucky, his other partner in crime.

You’d both came out of Susie McCracken’s room, met by giggles and questions but Steve had just bitten his lips together and flushed while you’d lied for the both of them. 

‘What did you guys do in there?? Did you actually kiss??’ Bucky had inquired all too excitedly. ‘What else do you do while playing seven minutes in heaven, Bucky??’ you’d asked in turn, not a direct lie technically.

Bucky had thrown an arm around Steve’s scrawny shoulders and dragged him in.

‘Way to go, Rogers!’ 

You’re drawn back to the present moment as Steve looks at you intensely with those baby blue eyes. Only then that you realize he was still waiting on your response. That gaze burning into you, studying you made your face feel even warmer. The little puppy tilt of his head is too endearing; pulling at your heart strings. The offer is something out of a dream - and while you fear it may potentially alter the relationship you have with Steve, you’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“I don’t want to kiss someone for the first time and not be good,” Steve pleads his case, and it’s the childishness of the statement that breaks some of the tension inside of you - letting your shoulders slowly ease and you take an experimental swig from the can of beer that Steve had brought over per your request. “So do you think y’could teach me…?”

Steve, who was afraid of hardly anything, who picked fights with bullies and always tried to hold himself and maintain composure, now seemed so shy. It was endearing.

“Okay,” You say, with a click of your tongue. The reply shocks Steve; Causing him to jolt upright and straighten his back out.

“Really?” The word is breathless, and you grin - never pulling your gaze from Steve’s. Utilizing the moment of liquid courage to egg you through this.  “Really. C’mere,” you scoot on your bed, opening up a spot for him to come sit with you.

You watch as Steve picks himself up from the armchair, crossing the distance to you and only wavering upon actually having to sit on your bed. He sits on the edge as though he’s afraid to take up space, and you give a soft laugh. He’s helpless. Steve’s ears burn hotter at your laughter, but he can’t help but smile a little himself.

“What?”

“Nothing, big guy. Now c’mon, turn and face me,” your hand pats his shoulder, before letting your touch linger just a moment. Defined muscle even through his shirt; You’re not surprised but certainly impressed. It’s just a brush, really, and if Steve notices, he doesn’t say anything when he turns to lift his leg onto the bed. Folding his knee and tucking it under himself comfortably, he rubs his hands down his jean-clad thighs.

You lean in, knowing that Steve isn’t going to do it himself. “Just… Be still, okay?” you warn, still hardly in the belief that the moment itself was true. You were half waiting to hear this was some strange joke. “Uh-huh,” Steve breathes, a little bob of his head in a nod.

He swallows hard, and you tenderly lift your hand to cradle his cheek. Palm flush with his warm skin, and your palm must feel cool because Steve shudders out a stifled breath through his nose. Without further delay, you lean forward. Tilting your head upward enough to catch Steve’s lips in your own; Pressing tentatively at first.

Steve’s lips are… Soft. Pillowy. Which is surprising, because when eyeing him a few moments ago, you were worried he might need some chapstick. Eyes drooping closed, Steve gives a slightly audible gasp at first before kissing you back. Leaning into the touch, his hand lifts and hovers a moment before residing to cup the side of your neck. The brush of Steve’s calloused palm makes you hum, feeling the warmth that wraps around the side of your neck and simply holds. Thumbing at the slope of your jaw tenderly while Steve attempts to mimic the way your lips mold into his.

You both linger there far longer than you’ll ever admit. Only after a moment do you part ever so slightly to suck a shaky breath in through your barely parted lips. Steve seizes the moment of pause though to lean in and press you two right together again. This time you pepper his lips with soft, repetitive pecks. His lips are warm and soft; you’re able to taste your shared breath between one another as you both return for more. Steve wasn’t perfect right off the bat, you noticed. Pursing his lips too much at first, but with the insistent press, he slowly loosened up to kiss you more delicately.

Before you realize it, the hand of yours that was holding Steve’s cheek was sliding back into the short spikes of blond hair. Your blunt nails rubbed soothingly at his scalp, drawing a barely there groan from somewhere in Steve’s chest. The taste of beer was prominent on his breath but not uninviting.

Warmth filled your chest, butterflies swarming in your stomach when your lips kept meeting. Again and again. But rather than find yourself fully entranced with the moment like you’d prefer to be, you’re committed to the task at hand. Teaching Steve. So when you press your forehead to his and just barely part your mouths, you take the moment to breathe. Let some of the air come back to your head and ease the high of the experience.

“Your lips feel soft,” you utter airily, lips ghosting with Steve’s and curling into a delighted smile. “When you kiss someone, don’t rush it… You’re doing really good so far - don’t try to shove your tongue down anyone’s throat or anything, okay? Kissing is… a delicate art.”

That makes Steve snort, stamping a soft peck to your lips like he’s trying to get right back into the moment.

“Hey, hey,” you softly chime in, stubbornly pressing your foreheads together to keep Steve in place. Licking your lips, you chuckle. “Speeding into things ruins the fun, you don’t have anywhere else to be, y’know?”

Steve’s reply comes in a husky chuckle. “Note taken – what happens if I rush things…?” Steve doesn’t rush anything, he’s the king of waiting, actually, but you don’t tell him that. “Might spook someone a little… You don’t want someone thinking you’re just trying to get into their pants, after all.” “Oh gee, definitely not,” Steve agrees softly, seemingly sobering from the haze albeit slightly.

Your fingers mindlessly scrape along Steve’s scalp, nearly earning a purr from the man. Watching him through half-lidded eyes, you decide to try your luck.

“How do you feel about more than just a few little kisses…?” You timidly try; Not wanting to press and come across as pushy, but certainly not trying to waste an opportunity.

Looking at his face, you find his eyes are still closed. Long lashes kissing the tops of his cheeks, your stomach swoops and it feels like all of the childhood feelings you’d stuffed down years ago for Steve come bubbling to the surface. For a moment, it's as though the blond is in a daze before seemingly realizing he’d been asked a question.

Steve’s hand that isn’t cupping your neck, slowly and absentmindedly snakes to your side. Fingers brushing out over the fabric of your shirt, but still gentlemanly enough not to let his fingers go diving under to feel your skin. Even if it’s killing him not to in that moment. 

“Well, I-” Steve’s throat sounds tight, “ I need to know all I can, so…” You give Steve a barely-there nod that leaves your noses rubbing together affectionately. “Okay.”

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, hoping that Steve won’t be able to tell just how much this moment means to you. You kiss him slowly and languidly, Steve’s lips parting slightly to allow your tongue to slip inside. It takes him off guard if the stuttering in his breath is anything to go off of, but Steve follows your lead nonetheless. It surprisingly doesn’t take Steve long to start to get the hang of it between the both of you; potentially the liquid courage flooding through both of you.

At some point, you lose track of the fact you’re even supposed to be teaching Steve something. Both of you scooted closer together, chests coming flush and narrowing the room between the two of you less and less. Your fingers card back through Steve’s hair, and the hand on Steve’s hip gives a testing pull. Taking the next step, you move to throw your leg over Steve’s thighs. Sliding right at home in his lap, his hands greedily coming to hug your sides and draw you in even closer against him. It certainly made kissing significantly easier, even in the few instances you’d both pull apart to swallow shallow breaths of air before kissing again.

You’d slept with guys before, though. Had a hook-up once or twice. With Steve, nothing felt nearly as rushed or hungry. It wasn’t like he was trying to shove his tongue down your throat; There was a gentleness to it all.

When settling in his lap, Steve took the moment to pull apart with a breathy chuckle. “Is this part of the lesson?” Steve rhetorically asks, and your answer comes with a playful roll of your eyes. “I thought it’d be easier,” you answer, feeling obvious. “...But if you’re not comfortable-” “I’m comfortable.” Steve interrupts before biting his kiss-swollen lips together.

You take that as the green light to continue, arms finding a comfortable home around Steve’s shoulders. Running up into his hair and cradling his cheek, you pull him right back down into another languid learning session. Only this time, you decide to actually give him a few pointers.

Trying not to acknowledge the idea of Steve kissing anyone else like how he’s kissing you (hey, at least you got his first), you kiss him breathlessly all over again. Soft tongue, slow and taking your time before retracting long enough to take a soft suck out of Steve’s bottom lip. “Don’t be afraid to tease someone, make them want to come back for more,” you purr against Steve’s mouth, taking a playful nip out of Steve’s lip. Steve on the other hand let a groaning drawl out of him, fingers tightening where they hold your side and coasting down towards your waist.

Steve doesn’t question - instead takes the pointer as a challenge. Drawn back in for another kiss, he decides to give you a taste of your own medicine and you’re not ready for it. The tease of Steve’s tongue on your lips, him kissing you deep and molding the both of you together just to pull apart right when it feels like things are too good to be true. Taking your bottom lip between his teeth barely, he gives a soft bite before a soothing little lick. He’s getting the hang of it with his mouth and you’re floating on cloud nine; Squeaking out a noise that you’d deny making if anyone asked.

“How’s that?” his voice is huskier than before; sending shivers up your spine and rattling you to your core. “G-Good,” you manage, swallowing and taking a moment to catch your breath. “Real good, Steve…”

That seems to do something to him, too, if the way he squeezes your hips are anything to go off of. His fingers flex tightly and he sighs out shakily before letting some of the tension bleed out of him and his palms rub soothingly instead over your hips.

High off the endorphins, you decide to give into the competitiveness in you. If you’re going to be the first one to kiss Steve, you want him to remember it (though that may be the beer talking). Nevertheless, you shift on your knees. Straddling his lap, you stand to lean over him and crush your mouth back to Steve’s. Nothing frantic or rushed, but you decide to take the risk of making things steamier. Hotter. Licking hot into his mouth, Steve groans; pressing hard into the kiss the way you do. Trying to combat you while his hands smooth down to your thighs. A delicious squeeze that makes you sigh through your nose. Brow knitting up, you give a soft tug at the back of Steve’s hair.

It earns a gasp as your mouths part, his head craning back. You take the moment to lean over him and press soft kisses to his mouth, taking deliberate time to give attention to his top and bottom lip; Trailing down from the corner to lavish the skin of his jaw in pecks.

“Oh God,” Steve sighs out rawly, and the words stab you right through the chest - it’s already seared itself in your mind how it sounds from Steve’s perfect lips. “H-How should I touch someone, Y/N? When I kiss them, show me how to touch them…”

And, well, you’d be cruel to deprive Steve of the answer. He needs to learn, after all. You’d be an awful friend not to help teach him.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x gender neutral reader #chris evans #captain america #gender neutral reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #fanfiction #steve rogers cute #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #writing #fanfic #reader x steve rogers #no beta we die like men #right on queue #steve rogers imagine

[monstersinthecosmos]

The show definitely isn't going with the Loustat route. With the way things are going there's no way anyone would want to root for them, and I think that's probably the point.

yeah tbh like, I think part of why this experience has been so discordant for me is that I sat here like a fuckin tool just inhaling every bit of news for a year and it's like, how many times they said it was a romance, how many times RJ said the characters were important to him, how many times they said the changes they made were small things that wouldn't matter, etc. It's hard to consume the show with a blank slate when you've been given that message for a year. Even the trailers strategically used tons of giffable shippy moments that, when they finally showed up on screen, turned out to not be romantic at all LOL.

So I feel like I'd have a different perception of the show maybe if I hadn't known all that. Then again, sometimes when I watch the episode and make the creative decisions make sense, RJ comes on afterwards and ruins it by undoing the grace I was willing to give him LOL.

I could see it being a grand creative challenge to see how much they can make you hate Lestat and still have you root for them in the end but idk. If that's the show some people want to watch, I hope that's fun. LOL. Like, that's kinda how it is in the books? Lestat is awful and misbehaved and selfish and abusive and we root for him anyway. If it ain't broke don't fix it, idk man. The source was already right there.

There's two things I keep coming back to, though:

Jacob & Sam said in an interview at one point (I wanna say it was SDCC weekend but I can't recall) that even when things were hard between the characters they were informed by the idea of the reunion and it helped to be awful to each other. So I worry that everyone on the production is using that as a horizon line to work towards.

It was just continuously promoted as a romance. AND LIKE THIS IS KINDA ??? idk like was it deliberately misleading marketing? Or is it a show full of like, lazy cishet tropes that doesn't realize how toxic it's coming off? (I am still pointing towards the confrontation from Daniel's soulmates comment where it's like HOW IS THAT THE IMPRESSION YOURE GETTING FROM THIS STORY LOL) ((And not to nitpick RJ harder than deserved, but in Ep6's thing afterwards he kinda brushed it off like it was normal relationship bad decision making and not like, horrifically depraved abuse LMAO.))

This is another point that isn't exactly about what we're talking about right now but SINCE I GOTCHA HERE I also wanna say there's been this really obnoxious trend that I'm seeing in some of the newer & casual fans and I even saw in some reviews, and it's the bad habit of writing off all evildoing as ~ThEY'Re VamMPIreS~~ as a blanket excuse to ignore all bad behavior and pretend that every bad thing they do is simply them "being vampires." And a lot of "WHAT DO YOU EXPECT, IT'S A HORROR/VAMPIRE SHOW" and like !!!!!!! I gotta say those are absolutely ice cold takes.

The entire reason this book was groundbreaking was because it humanized the vampires. And a huge core of the books is analyzing good and evil and the meaning of their lives. The entire idea is "I want to be a good person even though I have to kill humans to survive" and each book has that conversation.

"THEY'RE VAMPIRES" completely misses the point, and some of the drama & violence on this show is so heavy-handed that I wonder if the team takes the THEYRE VAMPIRE approach where it's just carte blanche to act like a fucking asshole lol. And just, idk. I'm not sure it's fair to accuse the team of "missing the point" bc I'm sure they're all educated and understand the books, but it's very obvious to me that this was a way to cash in on a bunch of tacky vampire tropes for the money lol.

The entire point of the books, the reason they were groundbreaking, the reason we love them is that the vampires are still so human. They're capable of hurting others and being hurt. Their interpersonal relationships in the face of eternal loneliness are just as full of compassion and emotion as any other relationship. MAYBE EVEN MORESO BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL BIG VAMPIRE-BRAINED AND EXTRA EMOTIONAL. And I think this theme is REALLY strong with Lestat; obviously we spend the most time with his interiority but he struggles with his relationships and wanting to be loved and wanting to be good, even when he fucks up. And those fuckups are more human than they are vampire.

So idk I find the show very tonally imprecise; I worry that the extreme violence they used was perhaps a ~they're vampires~ decision and they're trying to tell us that to vampires maybe it's not such a big deal? (Hate that lol.) But at the same time, it feels really, idk, gross and uncomfortable to leave horror conventions to use such real world domestic violence tableaus to tell a vampire story. If it's supposed to be fantastical vampire drama we could've done with slightly fewer of the too-real bits, idk. MAYBE I'M SENSITIVE HAHA. But yeah it's just.

I'm sure I'd have a different opinion if I came in cold (and I've been trying to watch like YouTube reactions from new fans to see their impression! It's really interesting!) but it's difficult not to come in with expectations between all the marketing and even just having a foundation of the books.

#vampire pajama party on amc

[raisinchallah]

sometimes i think about the xena reboot and what i think they should have done and while idk if this is a good idea i think my ideas i would bring to the table would be ok so everyone discusses what do you do with the costumes since it would be a bit tacky to bring the leather bikini look back and so i think how u keep the silliness of the original costumes but keep them very distinct but maybe less boob armor is to lean more heavily into somewhat more historically accurate costume shapes and styles now historically accurate is of course very nebulous since xenas theoretical time period can span such a wide swath of ancient history and i would not want to change that so just u know dig into interesting historical costuming touches but from like everywhere just shit that simply does not look like anything else on tv so then u use really weird fabrics so u have like surprisingly accurate to surviving art and armor pieces type greek hoplite armor but its made out of hot pink pleather or something do you see and understand my vision and then very important next concept is i think they should also dig a bit more into weird and fascinating women from history and myth and xena should meet them inspire them have sex with them have weird history with them be insane exes with them etc obviously some of them should be in love with gabrielle too not just xena #equality i want like some deep cuts just for fun obviously they would have to do the sappho episode but its also a show i just dont know how it would keep the magic going if it was kept to season long plots the whole time like xena pulled off some very good long running plot arcs but always sandwiched between plenty of episodic fare that kept it more stylistically varied and shows that manage lots of stylistic variation and heavy serialization usually lean more onto an ensemble cast that have different types of storylines going on like im sure u could do a fantastic season of xena caught in a nightmareish revenge cycle with callisto and caesar and gabrielle feeling like shes got blood on her hands she can never wash off but wanting to stay with her anyways but u would lose the magic if every season was like that you know..

[pendraegon]

I’m open to lip gloss + oil recs if ur feeling it!! Especially anything u think would help a chronic dry lip haver 😭

WHOO perpetual dried lips club, fist bump me dude<3 I think that’s probably a big reason as to why I prefer lip gloss to lipstick lol just as a heads up if ur someone who hates lip gloss texture this isn’t really for you (I personally don’t mind it at all) but there are some that are less sticky/tacky than others on this list!

Glossier Lip Glosses -> Okay. I know it’s bold to start with Glossier considering they’re..well. everything about them. but the ONE thing that’s good from them is their lip gloss. My personal favorite is the red one but I also really really like their sparkly one. Perfect tint of color, super super long lasting, moisturizing, and also surprisingly not tacky at all? Also if you get their sparkly one it is NOT gritty at all? I have no fucking idea how. The white sparkly one has a pink glitter reflex and it looks sooooo good with just some lip liner or by itself. I heard that Glossier’s reformulating a bunch of their products but so far I know they haven’t touched their lip glosses but I’m like a little nervous dog about it because this is THE best formula hands down.

Fenty Lip Glosses -> At first I really did not like these?? And then it grew on me and now I love them lol?? The scent is vanilla-y and very strong so if you’re not into that, don’t get it because the scent really does not dissipate lol. Much thicker and tackier than Glossier but it’s really really really gorgeous. Also long lasting and moisturizing. I have Cheeky (the reddish color — if there’s one thing about me is that I love red lip gloss) and I got Fenty Glow from my friend bc she hates lip gloss lol. The latter is their best selling color I’m pretty sure and it’s normally not something I gravitate towards but it’s almost elegant?? There’s just something about it lol.

Dior Lip Glosses -> I have one of their sparkly ones. Definitely not super long lasting and they also smell like vanilla. Surprisingly not gritty at all but I think the color I have is Princess which is.......i think maybe i just like the idea of having a lip gloss called princess more than anything lmao.

Dior Lip Maximizer -> These are their plumping lip glosses. I hate plumping lip glosses by virtue bc I HATE the feeling. I got this as a gift and it’s pretty but don’t bother unless you want to really treat yourself and you like the sting. (I remember the Buxom lip glosses to also be plumping but I last had them in like. high school so idk anymore)

Dior Lip Oils -> OK..these are all over social media and like…they’re so so so pricey but they’re SO pretty. The color is not very strong but it leaves the most beautiful glossy clouds reflected on lake water sheen. I wear mine a lot in winter and it’s long lasting, SUPER moisturizing even when I go out in Chicago winters, and super comfortable. I have the reddish one and I can put it on without a mirror. The doe foot is really big but it’s just really easy to swipe on. Personally my fav lip oil.

Kosas Lip Oil -> Got one of these for my birthday this year and it’s def pretty? VERY VERY oily, feels almost like grease on your lips. I have the red one and it’s very pigmented but the oil feeling dries down fast and I find the color also fades faster than a traditional gloss or lipstick. Not really worth it imo.

NARS lip gloss -> Got one of these from my mom and it’s in a pinky nude color (orgasm) which is…not really my thing usually but it’s SO incredibly beautiful on. Very comfortable, not tacky, nice and reflective, and if I remember there’s not that strong of a scent? I like it for my days when I’m wearing a really colorful dress and want something a bit more pared down.

Not really a lip gloss or anything but I got the Laneige Lip Glow Balm in Berry as a congrats-on-surviving-your-first-year-of-grad-school-gift and it’s REALLY moisturizing. New favorite lip balm, nice smell without being sickening, and when you put it on it, it gives your lips a nice sheen. Like the sweatpants of lip gloss.

Those are all I can think of off the top of my head but there’s more…………. <- lip gloss aficionado

#as you can see. i love lip gloss [jazz hands] #anon

[mothdruid]

Hi, babe 💌 You know what's been plaguing my mind for a while now?? rockstar AU tgm

Not necessarily rockstars, but like, what/how they would be as artists... ok hear me out KWJDKDKDK

I'm 100% sure rooster would be something like The Weeknd, bringing 80s tunes back and being super popular. He would know how to play a bunch of instruments and produce music, all thanks to his late rockstar father Goose, an absolute icon of the 80s that teached him everything he knows. (Goose would probably be part of a famous rock band with mav and ice hehe)

And hangman would be a country music star. There's no room for argument on this one lmao he'd have the most cocky annoying speeches on award shows and he'd constantly appear on those tacky gossip pages all over instagram/tiktok/twitter, showing up drunk to important events and allegedly hooking up with his fans but also being Texas' darling so he'd never flop or do any wrong on the eyes of his hardcore fans KSMSKSJDKS would definitely sneak the most foul double entendre spicy lyrics in his songs tbh...

I see bob as someone that would do music like Mac Demarco, Cults, TV Girl or Thee Sacred Souls. Something more romantic, calm and a bit of jazz influence maybe...? Songs you would listen to while reading a book or looking out a window while driving in the rain

I think payback would have some jazz influence too, like Nat King Cole or either something like New Order. Or even classic rock perhaps?? If not, I think he'd be a well-known producer like Jack Antonoff (taylor swift's producer) or Dr. Dre depending on his style

I can definitely see Phoenix as a rockstar girlie. Like Soho Dolls or Le Tigre typa beat. Or like Vic DeAngelis from Maneskin. OR OR she would sing the type of songs Mitski and Phoebe Bridges put out. She'd be so iconic plsss like when Hayley Kiyoko's fans call her lesbian jesus. Yes. Exactly.

Idk why but I think fanboy would probably be like a mixture of Steve Lacy and Kali Uchis. He'd slip spanish in his songs like kali and it would be a success I KNOW IT I feel in my bones. I bet he would serve LOOKS at the red carpet too and he'd be friends with so many artists

Coyote looks like he could pull off some mean R&B hits or even something like Tyler, The Creator. He'd have some incredible live performances and his fans would be so chill. He'd probably be the Mr. Worldwide of this generation and have a bunch of awesome collabs with a lot of artists, including his bff Jake hehe

And if they were a band??? I think bob would be a bassist and write their songs, rooster would be lead guitarist and vocalist, nat would sing too, javy would be the drummer and I haven't thought of other roles for the rest, I think I used all my brain juice on this one lmao

lmk your thoughts on this bc I can't stop thinking about it, it's such a cool concept 😩

ahhhh!!! i love love love this!! (i'm so sorry about getting to this so late)

i agree that Bradley's dad taught him everything he knows and also was famous in the 80s. i definitely know that he would make sadboy music, like the weeknd and joji. he would have some of the most beautiful music videos. i'm thinking of videos like Starboy by the weeknd and Tick Tock by joji.

and hangman? 100% correct. i think a lot of his music calls back to country music of the 90s though, a time he was nostalgic for and what influenced him to become an artist.

when i think of bob as an artist, rex orange county and mac demarco are definitely the first artists that come to mind. i think also someone like dayglow. but i also have thought that maybe he would be like marc rebilet. i could also see him as someone like tame impala.

i agree with payback being more of a producer who has made some music. i think it'd be music similar to what kendrick lamar has made. extremely impactful music. maybe something like denzel curry too. i just think his music would be very impactful. (ps. i love jack antonoff and have met him)

SZA is who comes to mind when i think of what artist natasha would be. so similar to the mitsuki and phoebe vibe. but the song Kill Bill by SZA screams nat to me. but also Silk Chiffon by MUNA also gives me nat vibes. (the versatility of woman)

i also 100% agree with your mickey analysis. i could also see him doing rap though. rich brian is who comes to mind if mickey rapped.

javy? i think javy would be closer to drake than tyler, sonically. maybe like pharrell (but his rap stuff)?? but if we are thinking out there bands, the flatbush zombies would be up that alley too. but i think that drake or maybe travis scott are the artists i think javy would be like.

#moth talk #abby answers #cruelmissdior #/nyn

[rosyjuly]

No but also if he actually got them lewis would wear the shit out of them

If not because he can rock anything fashion industry can come up with then because its sebs way of telling him he loves him

BUT NOW im thinking what if he already got him something much more subtly heart-shaped? Like for new years, and the jewellery itself isnt heart-shaped but if you look closely there is, idk, heart inlay or something? And Lewis put it on after he opened it and was very nice about it but it also seemed a tiny bit off, and he never worn it since, and now seb hears the cleark and is like oh 🥲 he must hate it actually he was just being nice to me 🥲

And the thing is, Lewis's heart stopped when he saw the heart-shaped inlay?? Because ?? For a moment he actually thought that wasnt a coincidence and seb ? Meant it like that ?? Maybe ???

But then he catches his train of thought and is like yeah no he either didnt notice those or just thought it was in line with the whole marriage thing like no surely he can't love me back. And then hides them at the very back of his jewellery drawer to never go through this roller coaster again.

ROSYYYY im going insane what did you DOOO

LEMON why must YOU do this to ME :(

okay i spent way too long googling what could be this Piece... and the best i and my poor imagination (not very well-versed in designer jewellery but any of you can make me a honest woman and make my wildest earring dreams come true hmu) could come up with was a bracelet with a tiny heart clasp. sorry seb but heart themed jewellery is tacky lots of the time :(

i feel like this or this would work (second has a tiny tiny one)

they go quite well with lewis's other pieces. and yeah, lewis opens the box and he's like -- it's beautiful, seb, thank you. and then he takes it out and inspects it closer: it's a vintage piece that seb hunted down and he got it cleaned professionally before picking out a blue? red? velvet box for it. and the clasp -- lewis's heart squeezes in his chest, and then he's holding it out to seb and he's like, can you help me with it?

and seb takes this sharp little inhale and nods, and he's so. precise? he leans in, this tiny little frown between his eyebrows as he first tries the clasp a few times to make sure he gets it right. and then he takes lewis's wrist and loops the bracelet around it, his finger sliding against the inside of lewis's wrist, feather-light. he closes the clasp and brushes his thumb over it, just once, over the tiny tiny heart. and he looks up at lewis and asks, "do you like it?" with his blue eyes searching, almost as if they are hoping for something.

lewis has to swallow before he nods. the bracelet feels like a brand against his skin the whole night: he feels like he's going quietly insane while they're out for dinner or the party. and when they get home finally around 2am, he reaches out while they're in the living room and he's like, can you...? and they're both tipsy so they sit with their legs pulled on the couch, curling towards each other, and it takes seb a few clumsy tries until he can finally undo the delicate clasp, giggling through it. and then they have this VERY tense few seconds of eye contact and lewis is thinking that -- it was new years and he didn't have a new years kiss just yet but maybe, maybe now?

and then seb's pulling away with a last squeeze to lewis's shoulder and a quiet good night. and lewis sits there on the couch for a few more minutes, trying to reel his traitorous heart back in, trying to not give into disappointment. he places the bracelet back into its box and then slides the box to the very end of the drawer, where he won't see it: the reminder that whatever he feels for seb, he's alone in it.

#did i think about this the entire day? yes #did i make myself sad? also yes #arranged marriage au #rosy.ask

[skadren]

I keep seeing a bunch of live and let go, boundaries are personal and not moral stances posts about writing and i largely agree ppl should be able to explore what they want in fic but also. Is there a way to balance or talk about "hi um white author so you kinda reinvented racism/blood eugenics and unilaterally present sex work as inherently degrading and etc etc etc for Shipping Angst Drama fodder, when the text is like. None of that" in fandom or even just in like. A server community. Maybe I'm a bit sensitive bc i feel constructed/projected misery is kind of tacky to begin with and i wouldn't do it with a complete stranger but idk my guy. I don't want to alienate myself but it's weird to go completely uncritical here

i think there are a couple items you need to check off the list before you can go "yes talking to internet stranger #37461239 about a highly sensitive topic is a good idea"

is it tagged appropriately? if it's tagged trust me the writer knows. they have probably gotten way more unsolicited feedback than they would really like

is the portrayal you're concerned about reinforcing an unhealthy or discriminatory predominant social narrative? if it is and you think the writer is genuinely unaware, then yeah, it might be worth bringing up. the emphasis here is on predominant please i am begging on my hands and knees

will this result in a productive conversation? if the intent behind this is to get people to reconsider, it isn't helping anyone if you know it will just lead to them doubling down and doing it even worse. at that point you're only making a performative statement to validate your own stance

if it really is bothering you that much, is there a compelling reason why you can't just block and move on? it isn't your responsibility nor is it feasible to fix how a fandom is doing things, especially if it's a group of people you don't really know. your own mental health always comes first, and a bit of salty venting in private with your friends never hurts anyone

if it IS a friend or acquaintance who is doing this and you think they would be open to discussing it with nuance, then you can probably bring it up. if that person has a basic level of consideration and respect for you it tends to go well, but i've also seen people double down because they already know there's something wrong with their attitudes but get mad at you for wanting them to change, and then it creates a whole ton of drama and people get hurt and it's not pretty. so. ymmv

ultimately, someone's views on racism or sex work or whatever is reflective of a broader social norm, and fandom is not the best space to try to fix that through confrontation-- it's usually someone's "safe space" where they want to retreat from the world, not come face-to-face with any sort of personal reckonings. do i think it's a mark of privilege that some people have the luxury of ignoring these issues when they "just want to have fun"? yes, but again, this is about being able to have productive discussion, not about what's "fair". unfortunately.

my two cents: if you're in a server community or some other space that makes you uncomfortable there's really nothing wrong with going "hey, we have fundamentally different standards when it comes to [x], and i don't think i want to be here" and moving on. the best way to challenge these things is quite literally to make your own food. there's a much better chance of the people you're worried about coming across it and realizing they like it than magically being able to argue them down with well-placed logic and reasonable points or whatever

EDIT: OH ALSO IM STUPID if you mean talking about it in general. not naming writer names but trends in the fandom. yes absolutely-- not in a public space like social media but definitely find a group of people who you trust who you can talk about these things with!! it is good and healthy. just make sure it isn't just a discord server open to the public or smth tho so you personally know and trust everyone who can see it (and you don't accidentally shit talk someone who is in that space lmao)

#skadren rambles #long post #tldr; fandom is allowed to be your safe space too and you dont need to cater to anyone. or fix them. or whatever #it's less that 'people writing these things is okay' and more #starting drama is never a good look and it shits on your mental health and the internet is not a good place for nuanced discussions anyways #if you're planning to take on a whole community you will NOT be able to win i promise

[psychewritesbs]

What were your thoughts on Kira and Flay's sex scene?

HOLA! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... 🤔

Man... let's see. So I've written before about how I'm not a fan of Flay, not because I can't sympathize with her character, but rather because she could have been a far more interesting character given her plight.

In a nutshell, my problem with Flay is (and will always be) that she's written like a tacky Mexican telenovela villainess...

There's literally a scene with Flay doing the same tacky and cliché, maniacal evil laughter but I was too lazy to find it.

So her scene with Kira feels just as tacky as the trope.

A bit more word vomit under the cut, but since you're asking about a s3x scene, be warned that it's not necessarily pg13 under the cut...

So a few things to keep in mind about my answer:

I am all for s3x positivity which is ironically exactly why I am censoring the damn word so I don't necessarily think the scene was "bad" or inappropriate in and of itself because of the "mature" content given the intended audience.

Also I'm going to censor the word s3x because Tumblr will censor the post otherwise and it's not like I'm necessarily going to show you any of the explicit pics of Kira and Flay I accidentally found to answer your ask.

Ok but back to my thoughts.

First. Literally, Mexican telenovela villainesses are notorious for sleeping with the mc in order to manipulate him because the trope reduces men to mindless pigs who can be easily manipulated because they only care about s3x.

Omg look at him struggle LOL. Bonus points if she "accidentally" gets pregnant so that she can ensnare the dude into her machiuvelical plans.

So that's my biggest bone to pick with the scene. It reduces both Kira and Flay to cheap tropes, and it's misandrist and misogynistic to boot.

Oddly enough, this is not to say that it isn't realistic to think that Flay would use s3x to manipulate Kira, but rather that the writers are so lazy in their writing that I don't feel like I had a reason to care.

By lazy I mean that the writers only ever scratch the surface of the tropes and never really bother to subvert expectations.

Second, I strongly dislike Chad Kira Yamato and I have no qualms being openly critical about how much I dislike how his character is written. The writers attempt to portray Kira as a sensitive and highly competent dude, except he comes across as a cry-baby with God-like abilities. He's so op that he's incredibly unrelatable as a character.

Yes, Athrun is my fave but I'll be the first to admit he isn't exactly superbly written. But Kira? I find him insufferable. Please forgive me if you're a fan of his.

All that to say that I like to think that there's a girl out there who was banged rather poorly because some teenage boy saw Gundam Seed and bought into the lie that all he has to do is idk hammer a girl like a jackrabbit with his dick and she'll have the time of her life.

In all seriousness, what I'm trying to say here is that the scene is an unrealistic portrayal of teenage s3x or s3x in general because the Gundam Seed writers romanticize Kira as a God in bed. I guess being a coordinator gives your dick magic powers idk.

Also, I understand the scene isn't so explicit in the original anime that aired on TV and that it only got expanded upon in the remastered version. Not sure of how true this is, but consider the camera angles in the scene...

Talk about a self-insert fantasy: Sensitive guy gets to bang the hot girl.

So this makes the scene feel gratuitous at best. Again, I can see how it contributes to the plot in the sense that Flay was scared and wanted to manipulate Kira and maybe she also needed someone to hold (which, she conveniently ignored her actual fiancé)... but idk, it feels more like self-insert fanservice than actual commentary.

Third, I personally did not find the scene hot. Like at all.

There's no physical or emotional chemistry between the characters, and therefore no impetus for me to care.

Why is that? Because the writers only ever scratch the surface of the tropes they're relying on.

Would I think otherwise if it was Athrun and Cagalli instead? Probably since I am emotionally invested in their ship. So, yes, I am biased.

But that's kind of my point. Athrun and Cagalli had an arc as a pairing where we got to see them come together in the middle. But we don't really get that with Kira and Flay.

So the writers trying to portray tenderness in the scene feels disingenuous because of the lack of chemistry between the characters.

I know that these are different dynamics, but the s3x scenes in Tokyo Ghoul:re, Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai, and x/1999 are what I would consider hot.

But that's because the authors went out of their way to flesh out the dynamics not just beautifully, but in such a way that I am invested as an audience in the chemistry between the characters and how their relationship evolves.

I think Tokyo Ghoul:re specifically does a really good job portraying both how awkward s3x can be and how intense it can feel when there is an emotional connection present.

Gundam Seed could never portray this because it never explores anything in depth... at all... pun not intended.

What's more... I highly doubt Gundam Seed can portray s3xual tension in all of its glory because at the core of s3xual tension is emotion and emotional resonance.

But Gundam Seed never takes the time to go deep enough into the character dynamic between Flay and Kira because it spends 3/4s of the series rehashing the same plot--ZAFT chasing after and attacking the Archangel.

What is disappointing is that, in a ship that had so much potential for toxic yumminess, Kira x Flay fell flat on its face.

Bah. Honestly, there's a character in Jujutsu Kaisen who shares the same trope as Flay (girl who gets dragged into circumstances beyond her control and acts accordingly) who is also not explored in full earnest, but is still written a thousand times better than Flay.

So all in all, the only one who suffers for Gundam Seed's lazy writing is Flay and all of the potential her character had. Instead, she got reduced to a girl who enjoys getting banged by magic coordinator dick.

RIP Flay.

Thanks for reaching out! Again, please forgive me if you like this pairing. I try to be respectful of what other people like, but I have a hard time not expressing how much I dislike the way Gundam Seed handled its cast.

#ask the mental gymnastics anime girl

[kinqsteve]

ok ok so i really feel like everyone's characters got fucked up by season four. like it was so out of character for everyone in general and for the most part.

yes, parts of it were good. but most of the good parts were just like relatively good compared to everything bad going on and/or compared to all of the theories we were anticipating be true.

i've seen people say most fan theories were better than what happened and .. yeah. so here are my thoughts. this will have spoilers.

i think steve should've died instead of eddie. it would've sucked and hurt, but isn't that the point? like, if they're trying to really prove this time that things are serious and they can't make it out alive all the time and all that jazz, then touch. the main. cast. why steve? uhh free joe keery ( /hj ) but also, it would've been good to solidify him as a hero and not make his whole character about loving nancy, but about loving his friends. plus, then eddie would serve as a "replacement" of sorts .. help "parent" the kiddos, ya know?

i think it's an interesting and probably unintentional parallel to have nancy end up with jonathan at the end of the season. let's go back, let's look at this. okay so season 1 .... nancy is with steve, fights monsters with jonathan, gets back with steve. season 2.. breaks up with steve, gets with jonathan. season 3, still with him. season 4 ... with jonathan, fights with steve ( !!! ) , gets back with jonathan ( !!!!! ). see, now, i'm not a stancy by any means, really. but, if im season 5 she gets with him, i could see this parallel playing out, and in that regard, i'd be all for it. but the way they went about it and wrote it, ruining all 3 of their characters, really, i'm like kinda against it?

max's ending in the season was kinda strange. i don't know how to feel about it. they could've saved her more or they could've killed her off, but this halfway thing seems almost lazy, i'm just holding out hope they remedy it in a great way.

let will say he's gay. i'm glad they brought back good big brother jonathan, though. but barely.

i have a lot of thoughts on mike, too. but i feel like they've all mostly been said and have been said better than i could say them. but the point of his life starting the day will went missing... bad writing. i'm just hoping the duffers didn't think that one through. romantic and cheesy monologue, badly written by mistake and neglect for his dynamic with will. it's like fine but tacky writing like objectively. so i think they're just bad, lazy writers and forgot to factor in actual character development. or i could get into the subconscious of mike and call it genius, but i guess i'm too lazy, too.

oh, and jason? that was like, lazy. kind of laughable. i'm glad he's gone but after that really long and unnecessary fight? could've had a better ending, in my opinion. and again, that fight and having the sinclair be victims of fights like that was just soo uncomfortable and just doesn't sit right with me.

i have a lot more to say, i'm sure, but for now, i'm tired.

i just feel like a lot of the writing this season, especially the ending was just kind of lazy. i feel very like disappointed. not even mad or sad, just like empty. underwhelmed, maybe.

i feel the same way about this season as i do avengers endgame and infinity war. i hate those movies. i hate this season. but, i liked them. those movies and this season had a lot of really, really good bits. but the horrible, sad bits just make me feel such a strange, unique, odd and empty feeling that it's hard for me to want to watch them. lots of funny, little moments of dialogue and characters being seemingly happy or even just finding joy in the sadness. those little parts are done really well. but the send offs both pieces gave certain characters are just .... i don't know, man. i just feel bored and weird. idk.

#st4 spoilers #stranger things s4 #ok to rb #in fact pls do and come talk to me abt the season !! #i jsut feel so ... like .. bleh .. h know? #u*

[shudderue]

skulpine, ghasdug, vexrue, china/tanith for the ask game

you have done a fantastic job of brainrotting me into this and i am a little bitch for enemies to lovers however the fact that my basis for it is 90% your interpretation makes it. worse. uni student serpine/skug? 11/10. canon serpine/skug? different vibe altogether

cross on the platonic bc i like it both platonically and romantically. it's the tension of staying beside the man you've known since you were sixteen and who you've gotten into so much dumb shit with and still can't seem to get rid of. it's the love and the pain that comes with a lifetime forced upon you by magic that you're not sure you ever really wanted but without it you wouldn't have your best friend. it's questioning what your feelings for him really are when lying in a too-narrow bed and being able to feel his heartbeat and knowing you love him but in what way and falling for him every time you see him just because he's the only man who ever made you feel whole and made you feel normal the way you always longed for

same thing w the cross. they fucked on that ship in seasons of war don't get me wrong but also like. idk how i feel about rue as a character at this stage. like i feel as if landy ruined it for me a wee bit just by making rue a perv and their stupid falling out but at the same time? two wartime idiots in love but casual enough in their affections that they can break up for five years to see other people and never become any more or less comfortable with their relationship because they'll always be a staple in each others lives? yeah please

fuck yeah! although maybe not after until the end bc idk if china's knees could take it

idk there's just. something about china hating every aspect of tanith and them clashing over it and china realising slowly how much of her opinions are just her being a bit of a prick really. and her putting her classy, organised self to the side for a bit for this ex assassin who rides a motorbike and is as crude and unladylike as they come. and tanith maybe swallowing down some of her more colourful tendencies if you'd like not because she thinks china can't take it but because china just thinks it's tacky. and them being nerds in their own ways and tbh i can see tanith being massively into like sigils and ancient languages and magic types in general and like. the idea of them putting their differences aside and slowly getting to know one another and it going from a messy fuck they pretend doesn't happen to a late night talk where they open up about shitty families and realise talking about it doesn't have to hurt as much after all and they're more alike than they realised and. yeah

#lucy's shit #skulduggery pleasant #sp #asks #venividivictorious

[agent-cupcake]

just curious, what’s your favorite and least favorite character design? my least fav for sure has got to be female byleth for reasons i don’t want to get in to yep ok have a good day 😁

IOops this accidentally became a rant, sorry

Okay so, to preface this all, I’m not a character designer and I’m actually pretty bad at it, but my rule of thumb with really unappealing or fan-service outfits is whether or not it makes sense character-wise and how much it tells the player about the character. For example, I think we can all agree that there’s quite a bit of fan-service elements in Hilda’s design. Boob window. However, it’s not unrealistic to imagine Hilda picking out those clothes for herself. Her costume tells you almost everything you need to know about her character on a visual level. She’s confident, pretty, attention-grabbing, and high maintenance while the gloves and laced girdle give a nod to her Viking-maiden roots.

Taking it to female Byleth, I don’t think that her outfit works on either front. Her design is definitely my least favorite and it’s not helped by the fact that you have to look at her at all times. Whatever. The huge, solid mass of boobs, the buttoned bib, the big eyes, the feather hair, the bellybutton, the ripped tights, the booty shorts. She’s a merc out in life and death situations with an accessible, pale, tacky 2000′s “stab me” stomach cut out and a wedgie. Which could be excusable if, like Hilda, there was reason to believe that that her costume was character choice. But she doesn’t really have much character, and what there is gives the impression of a very stoic, dry, blunt person. I have no idea why they’d have gone that route when the sexual appeal of more “utilitarian” costuming (aka, form fitting armor that at least pretends to be functional) for characters like her is scientifically proven AND would say more about the singular personality trait she possesses. Okay, well, I know why they didn’t do that and I think it’s lame. This dysfunction of “character designer wanted a sexy girl but it’s kinda random and just shoved in the game without any thought” actually reminds me a lot of Xenoblade 2′s leading ladies, Hikari and Pyra. Although considering that their bad designs led to a lot of people hating the game for superficial reasons while accepting female Byleth’s design, I guess I’m just bitter. Jumping to a different comparison, then, look at 2B from Nier Automata. Her design is fine as hell which is kinda hypocritical of me considering that it's explicitly fan-service, but I think it also shows the most damning thing for female Byleth. Her whole look, despite having a dozen different element thrown in, is boring. Maybe it’s the colors (dressing her in all black and white would have been really interesting considering the colors of the three lords are so heavily emphasized as a part of their characters) or maybe it’s just the way the desperate elements come together. But, like I said, I'm not even slightly knowledgeable about character design and I know that despite Three Houses being mostly separate, they had to appeal to a larger aesthetic brand to which I have little experience with. And, ultimately, a lot of people find her cute or sexy which...To each their own, I suppose. I don’t pretend that fan-service doesn’t work on me (2B... Cloud’s arms in the remake... Seph's shirtless Smash skin...) but when it’s this obviously inserted in by the character designers rather than feeling organic in any way AND looks bad I'm just not super interested.

The other worst designs for me would be all four of the Ashen Wolves post timeskip. I don't think it's controversial to say that they didn't try with the clothes, even if I love their designs from the neck up (Yes, even Balthus. He looks like the type of guy that would let you sit on his shoulders at a rock concert so you could see the stage). While there are other designs I think are unappealing, those are for purely aesthetic reasons and so I can't maintain the opinion that they're actively bad or that I even truly dislike them.

As for favorite looks... I actually have a few so sorry you're getting all of them because despite the shit I'm talking, I actually really really love the character designs in Three Houses. 

Ferdinand's post timeskip is one of my favorite designs, if not my favorite. The hair, the coat, the armor, the spurs, the colors. You know exactly who Ferdinand von Aegir is just by looking at him. He’s wealthy, handsome, confident in his appearance, a hero, a princely type character, his battle form is mounted combat which is traditionally aesthetically reserved for nobility and leaders... I love it. The only reason I cannot say he IS my favorite is because of the three Lords. But before them, my honorable mentions include post timeskip Hilda, Dorothea, Lorenz, Felix, and Hubert. Granted, I could make a case for why I like almost all of the student’s post timeskip looks.

For the Lords, I obviously have to start with colors because, weirdly enough, Persona didn’t invent primary colors but are actually used as shorthand. Blue is the color of honor, loyalty, sincerity, sadness, and depression. Something I’ve always found very interesting is that blue is very rarely found in nature. To me, that’s always made it seem more lonely which, at least in this case, is thematically relevant. People call Dimitri boring pre timeskip and while I won’t defend his hairstyle (okay, actually, I probably would because he tucks it behind his ears and idk why but that’s one of the cutest things ever) I really like how unassuming he is. Bland. He’s supposed to be the plain shortbread cookie to caramel deLite Claude and strawberry meringue Edelgard. It is not in his character to draw attention to himself or stand out. To me, he kinda looks like an old Barbie prince, like he should have been named Dominic. Also I love the blue eyes/blonde hair thing and his more angular features. It really helps to sell him as the fakeout chivalrous prince type. Post timeskip, Dimitri's black armor is amazing. I love the fact that it’s a lot more intricate up-close with the different little shell-like pieces and the fact that his boots are furry. I love the big cape and the black and white fur around his shoulders. It’s really cool how they used his costume to change the shape of his in-game model to match the bodily proportions of the character art. It’s easier to see when you change his costume into the DLC ones, but the fur and cape build up his shoulders and chest look more broad while keeping that tiny little waist. The choice to give Dimitri an eyepatch is probably my favorite thing about this design. It’s genuinely inspired. Such a simple detail yet it tells the player everything they need to know about adult Dimitri when they see him post timeskip, in one frame the player can begin to understand the extent of his loss over the past five years. The subtle shadow under his eye in the first few Azure Moon chapters and the messy long-ish hair really help to sell the feral prince aesthetic as well, as it’s from those small cues the player gets that he’s exhausted (in more ways than one) and doesn’t maintain himself. None of these things are intentional choices by Dimtiri, they’re the result of what his character has been through.

Yellow is an intense, energetic color. Mostly, people think of it as being warm and inviting, the color of the sun and positivity. That intensity can be overwhelming, though, too visually demanding when compared to its primary counterparts. Don’t stare at the sun too long. Buuuut, it’s okay to stare at Claude. Claude not wanting to wear tight pants in either of his costumes is not only a mood, it is iconic. Pre timeskip, the softer lines of his silhouette makes him look kinda slouchy, kinda lazy. Like he’s not too concerned with appearances. But those adorably messy curls, the little braid, the clearly tended eyebrows, and earring make it clear that he DOES care about appearances and is very aware of his allure. And that’s before he even starts winking. It is honestly so in character that as many people picked him first on the basis of being thirsty, that feels like an intentionally Claude thing even if it was inserted by the designers. The contrast of his complexion with his seagreen eyes is gorgeous and instantly adds a kind of mystery and intrigue to him considering the setting... but it’s sf funny that nobody looked at bronze god Claude among a sea of white faces and thought something was up. Post timeskip, they used the same trick like they did with Dimitri to change Claude’s in-game model to match his canon appearance. The way they designed his uniform makes him not look as twink-ish, like he’s actually muscular and imposing and has the strength he’d need to shoot a war bow with a 120lbs draw weight. Also like Dimitri, you can instantly tell what Claude’s been up to. Like, he was very pretty pre timeskip but when he shows up in the Goddess Tower after those five years in all that gold, he demands your attention. Like a gentleman general with the excessive aesthetic ideals of the Alliance and details to imply his heritage. The quilted pants are amazing from both an aesthetic and practical standpoint. He’s a mounted unit riding a creature with scales, of course he’d want something on his legs for protection. And the chinstrap. I love that so much, it definitely makes him look more adult. He’s got such a cute soft baby face, it’s fun imagining him experimenting with different styles during the five years to get the most desired physical reaction to him as a leader. 

Frenchfries, meet forehead. No, actually, Edelgard’s design is really fantastic. Claude and Dimitri both have realistically colored eyes and hair and then there’s Edelgard. Dimitri shrugs off attention physically and Claude shirks it with a wink but Edelgard commands the players attention from the very start. Although I’m sure there’s a lot of things to associate with white hair and purple eyes, my first thought was Daenerys from Game of Thrones. Otherworldly beautiful by with an edge. Red, of course, is The power color. Strong emotions, love and hate. Red is also associated strongly with blood, which is very important to Edelgard’s plot. Granted, I think the red and black association is even more powerful than JUST red and red is the cheapest play to make in regards to displaying villainy (I mean, there are some pretty universally recognized associations with red and black and it led to people making some unfair comparisons between Edelgard and a famous dictator) but I think it was effective and well used and I genuinely enjoy its use in her case. Anyway, if I had a major complaint about her design it would be the weird ashy color of her hair whereas Lysithea’s hair is pure white. Which doesn’t even matter with the AMAZING hair horns. Ram horns can actually symbolize quite a few things, but their association with power and strength is pretty universal I think. They’re also used in demonic imagery. I love that THIS was her alternative to a crown. Edelgard views herself as a force of war and power before she thinks of herself as royalty. She also mentions that she isn’t super vain, but she loves to do her hair, so the hair being the most elaborate part of her look is entirely in-character. Edelgard’s ensemble is, like Claude, very militaristic. I love that they kept her in a dress that embraces femininity without showing skin as that wouldn’t really suit her Also, again, Edelgard demands your attention. She’s dressed all in bright bright red waving around a giant axe. She is a symbol as much as she is a combatant, someone to follow. I didn’t really mention their secondary lord costumes, but a girl in sexy armor is literally everything and I love that they had the balls to put their main sexy waifu girl in full body armor.

Okay I’m sorry I realize this was excessive and probably didn’t need explaining and I’m not sure I even articulated my thoughts properly but anyway I love their designs so here is the positivity I’ll put into the world.

#fe3h #ferdinand von aegir #claude von riegan #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #haha i htae byleths design this was all just to justify my abject disgust for the way she looks #nobody sent me anything about dimitri's dick so this is what i've been reduced to

[iboughtaplant]

I tried to write angst! Here is a short Geraskier fic I wrote based on the Regina Spektor song Samson. 

A Pair of Dull Scissors in the Yellow Light 

Rating: T

Warnings: no archive warnings 

Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier 

Tags: Established Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Blood, Head Injury, Haircuts, Sort Of, Songfic, Song: Samson (Regina Spektor), a lot about Geralt's hair, I love Geralt's long hair so idk why I wrote a fic about his hair being chopped off

Read it on AO3

Geralt’s hair had always been long the whole time Jaskier knew him. Granted, Jaskier hadn’t known Geralt for very long compared to how old the witcher was.

When he first saw him, Jaskier was drawn to the quiet witcher seated in the corner. His long silver-white hair framing his handsome face. He was then of course drawn to the medallion and swords that marked him as a witcher. Not just excited to talk to a pretty face, but to hear the stories he could tell.

They might not have got off to the best start, but Jaskier...he loved Geralt. It might have been a bit of hero worship at first, this brave, strong witcher with a heart of gold. Branded as a mutant, a butcher, the stuff of nightmares in stories told to small children. But Jaskier loved him first. He loved Geralt above all else. His lute might be a close second, but that didn’t detract from the fact that he loved Geralt first.

It also meant he was already head over heels in love with Geralt when Geralt finally confessed that the love was mutual a few years into their friendship.

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Soon after Geralt confessed his feelings, Jaskier also learned about how Geralt’s long hair was linked to his witcher abilities. He already knew that its silver-white color was due to Geralt’s mutagens, but he hadn’t known there was more to it.

They were in Oxenfurt and Jaskier’s hair was getting too long for his liking, so it was the perfect excuse to spend some of the coin he earned playing in a tavern the night before on a proper haircut from a barber.

“Geralt, you should come with me. I am sure I have enough coin to pay for you to get your hair trimmed.”

“It’s fine, Jaskier. It doesn’t need to be cut.”

“Well maybe it doesn’t need it, but a haircut can be nice and relaxing. I know you love when I wash your hair for you, and they will do that at the barber’s as well.”

“No, Jaskier, it doesn’t need to be cut because it is always the same length.”

“But doesn’t your hair grow? Is it magic that keeps it from growing out of control?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt answered with a “hmm.” He took a long pause before saying more. “It must be tied to the spells the mages used, however they might have changed the mutagens. I don’t know. I don’t cut my hair. And it doesn’t grow past a certain length.”

Geralt then told Jaskier that due to some odd reaction between his body, the extra mutagens, and the magic of the mages his hair was cursed to be tied to the abilities and heightened senses the mutagens afforded him.

Jaskier had thought that Geralt’s long hair had been his one vanity. But of course it was yet another thing out of his control. But it made him curious if Geralt was the only witcher whose hair was tied to his powers.

“I’ve never heard of another witcher with white hair like yours,” Jaskier said. He didn’t want to ask a more pointed question.

“Because I’m the only,” Geralt said, voice thick with emotion. “The only one to receive a second dose of mutagens. Well the only one to survive it at least. The mages experimented on others before me, but I was the only one to survive the ordeal.”

“That’s awful, my love. I’m sorry you had to endure that.” He paused. “And I know it won’t make you feel better about it, but it is quite dashing, if I do say so.” Jaskier said, edging closer to Geralt and running his nimble fingers through the soft strands.

“How about I forgo the haircut and we can spend our coin on that nice soap you pretend you don’t like. I’ll wash your hair for you. And then we can braid it. A bit of a change even if you can’t cut it.”

“I’d like that,” Geralt said in a soft voice.

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The yellow-orange light of the campfire made everything glow. The atmosphere felt far more comfortable than the current situation. But Jaskier was thankful for the light it granted. Jaskier scrambled to dig his scissors out of his pack and make his way back to Geralt, unconscious on the ground, only his thin bedroll under him.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Jaskier whispered through his tears to Geralt’s unconscious form as he took the scissors—considerably duller than he would have liked, he had forgotten to ask Geralt to sharpen them for him recently—and began to cut away Geralt’s silver locks that were stained red by blood and gore matted in them.

Unfortunately, most, if not all, of the blood belonged to Geralt, the gore belonging to the beast he killed, but not before it almost killed him.

Jaskier’s hands were shaking, he had to grip the scissors with both hands, one hand supporting the other. He had to cut Geralt’s hair. He had to. They were in the middle of a forest, in the middle of nowhere. No towns were close enough to travel to with an injured witcher. Not to mention the fact that Geralt had already been running low on potions. They were going to restock on potion ingredients in the next town they visited. But again said town was too far to travel when Geralt was severely injured and Jaskier was only human, and would not make it there and back with help in time.

The gash on the back of his skull was nasty. Jaskier knew that head wounds bled profusely regardless of their severity, but this one was quite bad and even a witcher could die from bleeding out.

He kept whispering apologies to an unconscious Geralt as he cut away, piece by piece, the tangled, matted hair and clumps of monster gore to better see the wound. The bleeding had hardly slowed, and Geralt had also lost blood from a thin slice down his side. At least the bleeding of that wound had slowed and Jaskier had been able to crumple up one of their shirts to put pressure on it and wrap a bandage around it.

The head wound was much more worrying. Once Geralt’s hair was mostly cut away, Jaskier was able to clean the wound with the water from his water skin, some alcohol from a flask as an antiseptic.

It was a rough job, but at least the wound was cleaned and the bleeding finally slowed. From his kneeling position, Jaskier finally sank down onto his heels. He could feel the sticky tear tracks down his cheeks. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back from his face. He felt the tackiness of the blood still on his hands.

Geralt’s hair had been covered in blood, only fitting that his was now. Geralt’s blood. It was Geralt’s blood on his hands and he hated it.

Once the adrenaline started to wear off, Jaskier realized his hands were shaking again. Or maybe they had been shaking the whole time. It was still an odd sensation as his hands were always steady. Geralt pointed it out many a time when he had to guide Jaskier through stitching him up over the years.

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Once Jaskier was done stitching and bandaging, all he could do was wait. Sit and wait for Geralt to wake up. He felt anxious and tired at the same time. Excess energy thrummed through him while his limbs felt heavy like lead.

He looked at his lute, but felt no compulsion to play it. He should probably eat, but any food would probably taste like ash in his mouth.

He laid back on his bedroll and tried to relax. He would be no use to Geralt when he woke up, if he was keyed up and anxious. He sighed and stretched out, his arms pillowed beneath his head as he stared up at the sky.

The stars were bright, twinkling spots of light speckling the inky sky. It made the world feel big, and made him feel small. He was but a small speck in the grand scheme of things. He glanced over at Geralt and felt a smile cross his face. Geralt was more beautiful than all the stars in the sky and twice as bright. The stars were just old light.

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Jaskier was woken up by Geralt sitting down on the edge of his bedroll. He didn't even remember falling asleep. Geralt was slow to sit down as he leaned against Jaskier’s legs, his injuries taking a toll. Jaskier wasn’t sure if he wanted to know if it was more than usual. Was Geralt human now? Did his witcher healing at least do its part before Jaskier cut his hair?

He was pulled out of his spiral when Geralt spoke. “Your hair’s red.” Geralt said in a slur.

“What?” Jaskier asked, scandalized and afraid. Of course of all things Geralt was focusing on his hair, oh the irony. Jaskier also had the thought that somehow Geralt was seeing the blood in his hair from when he ran his hands through it earlier.

“In the light, looks red,” Geralt mumbled. “You’re beautiful.”

“Oh, Geralt.” Jaskier sobbed. In the light of the fire—that he somehow managed to keep burning—his hair looked red. He buried his head in his hands, still curled up on his bedroll. He felt his tears plastering his hands to his face. He couldn’t look at Geralt. He couldn’t face his honey-golden eyes, full of softness that betrayed his hard edges.

He essentially killed the man he loved. Maybe that was a bit dramatic. But Geralt is, well was a witcher. Jaskier just took that away from him when he chopped all of his hair off. His beautiful silver hair. Jaskier knew that Geralt was more than his hair, he almost cried when Geralt admitted that he loved when Jaskier told him all the things he loved about him and his hair wasn’t near the top of the list.

Geralt leaned more heavily into Jaskier and sighed. Jaskier removed his hands from his face and looked up at the love of his life, his greatest downfall. He stifled another sob that threatened to come out and looked at Geralt.

“My head hurts.” Geralt said in a small voice that was out of character for him. He sounded so vulnerable.

“You had, well have, a head wound. It was bad. Oh Geralt it was so bad. There was so much blood. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You saved me.”

“But at what cost, my love?”

Geralt didn’t answer his question. He just said, “My hair’s gone isn’t it.”

Jaskier sat up and wrapped his arms around Geralt, situating himself behind him so Geralt was in the vee of his legs, still on Jaskier’s bedroll, Geralt’s abandoned a few feet away.

“I’m so sorry,” he muttered wetly into Geralt’s shoulder, lightly trailing his fingers down Geralt’s arm.

“You did good, Jask.”

“Don’t tell me that. How can you say that? I took it. I took your strength. I took it all. I-I, I hurt you.”

“No, the monster hurt me, you saved me.”

“Are you even a witcher anymore? Can you tell? If I took that away from you, I-”

“I never wanted to be a witcher, Jask,” Geralt said as he leaned his head back against Jaskier. He let out a slight hiss of pain and Jaskier felt a hand was squeezing his heart at the sound.

“I’m sorry. I am. But I had to save you. I couldn’t watch you bleed out. It was the only way.”

“You did alright, Jaskier.” He paused. “Wanna see you, help me turn around.”

Jaskier sucked in a breath. He knew he would have to meet Geralt’s eyes eventually. He helped Geralt turn around in his arms and supported most of his weight as he leaned into Jaskier. He looked into Jaskier’s eyes and Jaskier looked back. He looked into those honey-gold eyes and he felt settled. Geralt wasn’t mad. Jaskier took in Geralt’s face. It was clean, Jaskier had made sure of that. And his hair, of course, was short. Silver strands cropped close to his scalp, uneven in a few—well many—places. The bandages wrapped around the crown of his head. He was beautiful.

Geralt kissed Jaskier then. And Jaskier kissed back. Geralt kept kissing him. Soft, gentle kisses. Comforting kisses. They laid down on Jaskier’s bedroll, Jaskier pulling Geralt’s body on top of his own so he could support him, so his head wouldn’t touch the ground. Geralt insisted on kissing him more. He kissed him until the morning light broke through the trees of the forest surrounding them in golden light.

#the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #songfic #jaskier #my writing

[set-phasers-to-whump]

trust fall

prompt: “do you trust me?”

whumpee: max evans, also slightly kyle valenti

fandom: roswell new mexico

hi hi hi! this fic is set at some point this season after everybody finds out about max’s heart. i haven’t seen the last three eps (curse rnm and 911 for being on at the same time...) so idk where exactly this Can fit in but it don’t matter too much... i hope you like this!

Max wakes up shaking - or, no, that’s not quite right, to someone shaking him. He opens his eyes with a soft groan. Everything is blurry and dimly lit and his head really hurts.

“Wh’ happened?” he asks, not entirely sure of the identity of the person he’s talking to. 

“The ground just...collapsed under us. It looks like we’re maybe 15 feet down,” says Kyle’s voice, and the blurry figure in front of him resolves itself into Kyle’s shape. Max gets a flash of memory - being with him, exploring in the desert, a cracking noise, waking up just now. “It looks like you hit your head. You’re bleeding a little bit.”

Max nods, because this makes sense. His head hurts and he’s pretty sure there’s something sticky running down his forehead, which he assumes is blood. 

Some combination of the headache and the nodding and the feeling of blood on his face creates a sudden spike of nausea and before he can even process or react to the feeling he’s throwing up and god, that makes his headache so much worse, and then Kyle’s hand is on his shoulder and Max is apologizing and Kyle is saying not to worry, it’s okay, just take a deep breath, you’re fine. It takes a second, and then the pain in Max’s head dies down a bit and he feels like he can breathe properly again. He opens his eyes, which he doesn’t remember closing. 

Kyle is looking at him with a sort of professional concern on his face that tells Max he is probably not okay. Which is something he most likely could have figured out for himself, admittedly.

He watches as Kyle rearranges himself, digging into his right pocket with his left hand and pulling out his phone. He turns on its flashlight, and suddenly their small enclosure is a lot brighter. It hurts Max’s eyes, which he promptly closes.

“Max. Hey. Open your eyes and let me get a look at you really quickly and then I’ll turn it off, okay?”

Max opens his eyes - yet again - and squints into the bright light. Kyle’s hands are gentle and sure as he touches Max’s face, turning his head gently, looking into his eyes, examining him for...something, Max is sure. What that something is, he has no idea. He just sits there and tries to keep his eyes open. Everything is blurry and bright and he can’t really see Kyle that well, but at one point he adjusts his right hand and Max thinks he sees a pained look on Kyle’s face. He isn’t sure, but then Kyle moves his hand again and audibly winces. 

“What’s wrong?” Max asks, at the same time that Kyle asks, “are you dizzy?”

Neither of them answers the other’s question. Kyle repeats his before Max has the chance. “Max. Are you dizzy?”

He is. Not overwhelmingly so, but it’s there. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess. Are you okay?”

Kyle ignores his question, turning off the flashlight. “Do you have a headache?”

“Yes.”

“How’s your vision?”

“Kinda...blurry.”

“Are you nauseous?”

Max would’ve thought that one would be obvious. “Yeah.”

“Okay, you’ve almost definitely got a concussion. I’m gonna see if there’s any service down here - do you know if Michael’s around? I think we might be needing his telekinetic powers to get out of here.”

“Sure, yeah, he’s in town.”

“Great,” Kyle replies, and he turns his phone back on (sans flashlight). Max watches him as carefully as he can, watches him type slowly and carefully with the fingers of his left hand. The phone rings - it’s on speaker - and Kyle breathes a sigh of relief. 

“What’s up, Valenti?”

“Michael, hey,” says Kyle. “Uhh…so Max and I are sort of…stuck underground. We’re in the desert, not super far from the pod cave - you’ll see my car, and not too far from that, you’ll see a hole. If you can come rescue us, that is.”

“I’ll be there soon,” Michael replies, and hangs up.

Kyle takes a breath like he’s about to say something else, and Max has had enough of that. It’s his turn to talk. 

“Kyle…” It’s his turn to talk if he can remember the words he wants to say. It takes him a few seconds, during which Kyle is charitably silent. “You’re hurt.” He means it to come out as a question, but it doesn’t. 

Kyle sighs, and shifts a bit, throwing his face into the light. The pained look Max thought he’d seen is back. 

“It’s nothing.”

Max promptly reaches out a hand and grabs Kyle’s right wrist, having fairly easily determined this to be the location of his injury. 

Kyle hisses in pain and yanks his hand away. “Leave it, Evans,” he says sharply.  

“Let me see,” Max insists. 

“No,” Kyle insists right back. 

“Why not?”

“Because I know you, Max.” Kyle sounds exasperated. “You can’t heal me.”

Max repeats himself. “Why not?”

“What should I start with? The fact that you’re concussed, or the fact that your heart -”

“Kyle, it’ll be -”

“Don’t you say it’ll be fine, Max. It’s not fine. None of this is fine.” 

“I’m sorry I -”

“Don’t. Just...look, Evans. Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” Max says, without a second of hesitation. Of course he trusts Kyle.

“Then listen to me. I have a sprained wrist. You have a heart condition and a concussion. I will be fine without immediate medical attention - without immediate alien healing powers. You don’t need to be exerting yourself right now. Michael will be here soon and he’ll get us out of here and I’ll go get appropriate medical treatment and then I’ll give you appropriate medical treatment and we’ll both be fine.”

“Yeah, okay.” Max gives in because he trusts Kyle and Kyle’s professional opinion of his own injury, and also because he’s getting tired and really doesn't feel like having an argument. He closes his eyes for a second and Kyle is immediately tapping him on the cheek.

“You can’t sleep right now,” he says.

“Why not?” Max asks, for the third time.

“Because you have a concussion,” Kyle says, like this should be explanation enough. It is, technically, Max knows, but he’s tired and in pain and just sort of foggy and he’d really like to sleep. But Kyle is intent on not letting him, and he insists that Max should talk to him to keep himself awake.

“Tell me about something you love,” Kyle says, and for a second all Max can think of is Liz, and then Kyle taps his shoulder to get him to focus and Max starts talking about writing, about his lifelong ambition to become an author and the poems he used to write in the margins of his notes and the way that it feels to finally figure out how to convey the thing you want to say and about a million other things that under any other circumstance he would never reveal. Now, though, the words spill from his mouth as easy as anything, which Max figures is probably the result of his concussion. He doesn’t actually mind it, though - in fact, he kind of likes it, this soft, easy honesty. It reminds him of Liz, a dull ache in his chest, but more than that, it makes him feel safe, comfortable. Like everything is going to be okay, even with the blood drying tacky on his face and the aching in his head and the persistent nausea and all the other discomforts that come along with having a concussion. 

“Thanks,” Max says, suddenly, during a lull in their mostly one-sided conversation. The second he says the word he wishes he had something better, something more, to say, but his brainpower is a little lacking at the moment. He repeats himself, putting as much feeling as he can behind the word this time, and hopes that Kyle gets the message.

“Of course.” Kyle reaches out and puts his good hand on Max’s knee, and just like that, Max knows that he understands. 

thanks for reading this! i love how the title theme perfectly fits this fic lmao. i hope you liked it!!!

#whumptober2021 #no.4 #do you trust me? #roswell new mexico #fic #max evans #kyle valenti #fall #concussion #blood #vomiting #small amount of both tho #my writing #i say things #also this is like kinda shippy? idk. i swear i ship all these mfs... #anyway i hope everyone enjoyed their monday! mine was alright. new ep of 911 mixed bag but i am glad eddie and ana broke up #i don't dislike her or anything but that was Not working and i'm glad eddie was mature enuf to break it off yknow? #anyways i gotta watch rnm...i am just so busy and aghhhhh #i have avoided spoilers tho which i am very happy about! #ok thats it shutting up gn! love yall <3