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silvreflames · 22 days

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Rio! I have a random question about nesta as a girl who grew up overly pushed and forced into "feminine perfection" by her mom, how did she experience the realization that she couldnt fulfill those toxic expectations that her mom forced on her because of her own trauma and the what the cauldron did to her? Not me asking bc of my own mommy issues lmao sorry if you already talked abt this here! Also idk if i made any sense wiith this question in my head i did

euge my darling i could kiss you on the mouth. i've been sitting on this ask for like 2 weeks now because it's just so juicy and i've been wanting to do it (and nesta) justice in how i answer it with regards to my portrayal.

honestly? i don't think nesta HAS come to this realization. and i say this because i don’t think she is in a space mentally or emotionally to understand that those expectations ARE toxic. certainly not in a canon world LMAO but not really in my interpretation either. i think that the rotten roots that her mother dug into her at such a young age are so deep that it will likely take decades for nesta to really even understand just how badly she's been harmed. and the canon treatment she receives at the hands of the IC absolutely does not go far in mending the mindset she's been brainwashed into either.

i mean. people can talk about how prythian doesn't uphold the patriarchal ideals that the human world does because it's an entirely different culture and species but the fact of the matter is that that's just complete bogus. men rule prythian. and you can argue that amarantha was in charge and blah blah blah the human queens blah blah blah but the fact of the matter is, tamlin wasn't putting feyre down when he told her there weren't high ladies among the fae. he was simply stating a fact. viviane of winter court (arguably an incredible leader considering the winter court did not sway under amarantha's rule while kallias was under the mountain) was clearly slighted when rhysand made feyre the first high lady.

and don't even get me started on the treatment of illyrian women. the abuse that those young girls and women are subjected to by illyrian men (rhysand's people!) is very close to the treatment that nesta expects as someone who grew up knowing that her only fate, the only role she would fit into, was that of a submissive wife to ensure her family's care. that those women are being violated so horribly because it's "tradition" just further proves to her that safety is not an option. that freedom is not an option.

all that to say, nesta can't break out of those expectations because she doesn't have the tools or the knowledge to be able to do it. not even when she goes to live in the supposedly amazing world of the fae that her baby sister so dearly loves. she is forced into “fae ideals” which are not far off from what she’s already familiar with. she is “promised” (mated) to a man for the “good of her family” (the IC/rhys/feyre) whether she wants to be or not and “society” (the IC) expects her to stay quiet and accept it and do it beautifully and to stop being in pain so loudly. because that’s feminine perfection of course!

i think that. even if she DID realize this. she would be in deep denial. lune and i are giving nessian the story that they deserve, but trauma is trauma. and like i said it’s going to take a long time for nesta to uncover how badly she’s been hurt for so long. but even just uncovering it won’t “fix” or help her. there are so many layers to the way her mother’s expectations cut away at her (and continue and will continue to do so!).

i believe nesta knows her mother was cruel, but she wouldn’t believe she’s been harmed without reason. which is why, even realizing that the expectations foisted on her were terrible and she couldn’t meet them if she really tried, she would simply be devastated that she could fail so badly. because that’s all she does in her own eyes, you know? she failed her mother, she failed her sisters, she failed her father, she fails cassian, she fails herself. she wouldn't think, "gee i shouldn't have been treated like shit like that", she'd think, "wow i can't believe i became high fae and i still can't manage to take care of my fucking family". i think it would be a setback in her healing and she’d have to climb those stairs too.

#youfought #you don’t think your question made sense but i don’t think my answer made sense #there’s so much nuance im missing too esp in regards to fae culture within canon and within my interpretation as well #one day lune and i will gather our shared braincell and figure out illyrian culture and lay it all out #anyway this is rambly i did not in fact do this justice but alas #all i do is get on here and cry about nesta archeron #im also probably missing so much i will. undoubtedly come back to this post one day and edit it #but for now i word vomit and bawl #also i have so many feelings about nesta and her mom and nesta re: motherhood #i have SO many feelings. nesta as a mom and nesta with children is. such a concept and its so important to me #esp with how it concerns nesta’s feelings about her mother too like!! oof it hurts #i want and need to explore it so bad #im already dying about it truly

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enbycupcake · 1 month

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i hate being a party pooper when someone is excited to show me something and i can tell they dont realize its fake/photoshopped like bestie someone lied on the internet to get clout this isnt a thing

#*holds everyone's hand* besties sometimes i need yall to look at images #mid-case is when its a fan edit that someone randomly found and didnt know was fake #(but HOW the [redacted] LOOKS so fucking FAKE—)#worst case is someone did this to lie for clout #this is a vague post yes sorry #bc this has happened to me more than once shfjgkhkhkhkhkhkh #and now with ai as well as photoshop.....besties oof #zack.txt

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cloud-somersault · 8 months

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chapter 4 is gonna be so painful idk if y'all are gonna be able to do this :\

#just editing it and im like damn idk if i can do this #like oof....what did i get myself into now. i did NOT think this through #actually i thought it through quite well #that's why it hurts so much but damn.

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foxgloveinspace · 10 months

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Hulloooo! I just restarted my island last week! It's my personal nightmare currently but it'll get there. How have you been?

I’ve been pretty good! This weeks been a bit of a time cause I had cold that just completely zapped all my energy, but other then that, I’ve been doin pretty ok. Nothing to stressful or crazy and nothing too like.. exciting to talk about I guess, lol.

Hmmm, I think the most exciting thing that has happened is that I drove home from ‘the big city’ and I even drove in it, so like…. That was a bit crazy! Slowly getting there on the driving thing lmao.

I’m both really excited about starting over my ac island and like. Nervous lmao. I never really got very far in decorating it tho, so I’m looking forward to a completely fresh slate with it!

How about you? Anything cool, or just acnh (nothing wrong with that if it’s the answer tho 🥰).

#other then that.. my life has been taken over by sleep token (so please just blacklist them if you don’t like them cause I swear it’s all I #even post about anymore😭😭😭😭 I’m still confused about how I got here tbh.) and I’ve been knitting more again. and crocheting way more.#so that’s been my life oof #hihi!!!#kirishiimis #milo🖤#idk if this is.. like I just wanna be reassuring here but like I want you to know that.. like I still think of you very dearly as a friend #and I know you’ve been very busy with The Baby💛 but like I want you to know no matter the breaks you take I’m still here!#I hope that’s coming across the right way tho #I’m trying very hard to unmask my adhd and anxiety and just tell people things so I’m sorry if what I’m saying isn’t even making since oof #oh!!! idk if I told you this or not (oh well) my mom got a job so now I’m just.#constantly home alone which is cool lol. it’s been pretty good for my mental health tbh #hmmmmm. idk I feel like when people ask me for updates it’s just my hobbies cause nothing happens in my life anymore😂😂😂😂😂😂#edit: I did absolutely tell you about my mom getting a job… I think…… hmmmmmmm #eh doesn’t matter lol. I told you again🤷🏼🤷🏼🤷🏼

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smoreal · 1 year

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This is SUPER rushed and semi-edited, but I wrote it in a frenzy bc I just couldn’t stop thinking about sonic movie 3 lmao… so beware?? It’s pretty lengthy lol

(Also sorry in advance bc I might get into a horrible habit of writing a bunch of these)

What the rating for sonic movie 3 could mean for the narrative and which direction the movie could go depending on the rating…

The rating changed from shth05 from the usual ‘E’ (Everyone) to ‘E 10+’ (Everyone 10 and Older), meaning that they were a little more liberated to go into detail about his past and his memories with Maria before she was killed on the Ark. The game further expanded on the darker and more ‘gritty’ perspective of Shadow the Hedgehog. Before it’s release though, shth was meant to be rated T (13 and older) with the initial version containing ‘red blood, violent scenes, and more instances of cursing.’ [(X) and (X)]

Sonic Movie 3 is currently slated for release in December of 2024 (x), but word from the directors and screenwriters have many concerned over how faithful to the games this movie will be because of Maria’s death scene. As well as wanting an accurate portrayal of Shadow the hedgehog for the first time since, debatably his portrayal in Sonic 06, fans look forward to seeing his backstory on the big screen.

Media ratings from the early 2000s were vastly different from the ratings of today. A subtle joke about sex would surely fly over children’s heads and could be aired on a Saturday morning cartoon, but no such thing could happen under today’s scrutinized media.

All of this to say… will Maria Robotnik be shot and killed on screen by an organization mirroring the government? There could be many different routes this option could take, and I list them now:

1.) PG/Heavily Implied Route

2.) PG-13/Realistically pull some punches

3.) Change the narrative completely

I start with what I believe to be the most probable option, based on the creators and writers desire to “incorporate elements from Sonic Adventure 2 and Shadow the Hedgehog.” (X)

Option 1: PG Route. As previously stated within its title, I’m certain of this route because of the options ability to stay within the PG rating and keep the narrative faithful to the games by letting the audience imply, as SA2 and Sonic X has done in the past. Disappointing as this option may be, it manages to stay within the established rating of the movie franchise and continue to stick with the games’ plot. However, a massive problem arises; how to imply such a disturbing and gruesome, but vital event whilst staying within these (frankly restrictive) ratings. I emphasize on the previously used ‘disappointment,’ as the implication may be lost on the general audience and with this loss, comes the loss of the overall theme of organizational workings and the very blunt reality of corrupt military organizations within our society.

And to stay true to both games, I introduce the second (subjectively best) option.

Option 2: Raising the rating from PG to PG-13. With this option, I believe the writers and directors can expand on the potential of both games and re-establish Shadow to his former glory, a character who once had concrete values and beliefs. Knuckles was able to regain his initially established honor and dignity within the latest installment of the movie franchise, as his character (like everyone else’s) had been the victim of flanderization and had been molded to fit more of a Comedic Relief character instead of a nuanced, three dimensional character.

With this new rating, creators have the space to expand on Shadow’s character, more specifically his morals and dilemma therein. In being able to see Maria’s death, and see Shadow at his most violent, the audience gets to understand or even empathize further with his character. An additional benefit to this rating change could be the general audience’s view on Sonic the Hedgehog as an overall franchise. It could inspire the Sonic gaming franchise to potentially follow up on lost possibilities of older games (wishful thinking) or create more nuanced and complex storylines such as what came of SA2.

Option 3: Changing the narrative completely. Objectively the worst option for both the audience and the writers/creators, this option has the writers/creators completely erasing Maria’s death and the corruption of (military) organizations to stay safely within the PG rating. In erasing Maria’s death, Shadow and, his creator, Gerald Robotnik would be stripped of their motivations for vengeance. However with this option, there are also two possible sub-options.

3A.) Maria still dies, not by anyone’s hand, but by her own illness, perhaps during the Raid on the Ark, causing a miscommunication to occur.

3B.) Maria does not exist.

As infuriating as both of these options are, they are very well options that could become Sonic Movie 3’s reality.

For option 3A, Maria dying by her illness would still create motivations for Shadow and Gerald, as the Raid would have ruined all of their work and the blame of GUN would be significantly less than in the original games. Perhaps this option could be better constructed, using the miscommunication to create even more conflict with both Shadow and Gerald Robotnik’s motivations, and Shadow’s final motivations in the game.

However, the worst option of the worst option is 3B. In erasing Maria’s character, Shadow’s very soul and Gerald’s strongest motivator goes with her. Shadow’s character, motivations, and actions all lack a significant reason and he becomes more of an Android than a tragic, empathetic, 3-dimensional character. Gerald Robotnik would become a descendant of Eggman who is just as selfish and egotistical (further taking Eggman’s potential to be seen as someone who strived to do Good as the original Gerald Robotnik did before Maria’s death, but let me get back on track)

With Maria’s erasure, Shadow’s character and Gerald’s reasons become corrupt. Both characters become forgettable and, worst of all, stray the farthest away from the source material, ultimately dooming the movie and possibly the franchise.

Both Sonic movies have done a lot for Sonic as a gaming franchise, and seeing the success of both franchises within the same year is very promising for the Blue Blur. As happy as I’d be to see a rating change, I must stress that I’d be content with whatever they decide to do. They’ve already expressed the want to stay faithful to the source material and we’ve managed to get two successful movies so far, so I’d say we’re in semi?? safe hands from a general audience standpoint.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie 3 #sonic movie 3 predictions #sonic movie shadow #shadow the hedgehog 2005 #sonic essay #sonic writing #can i talk my shit again #I may very We’ll come back to this???#well #might make a new one in the future??? make myself sound less frenzied lol #oof now I feel obligated to throw some fics on this blog too good golly #fuck I might edit or delete this I keep wanting to change shit #delete later #shitposts #smoreal sonic scrolls

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pagetorn · 2 years

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground .

She practices every morning, though not as rigorous as she once did. Mostly the basics, to keep her muscles lean and maintain the memory and feel of being on her toes. The pain of the shoes reminds her she’s alive even if briefly. Today is the first time she wears her leotard without the nylon backing she’s grown so used to wearing. Back exposed, she removes the blanket she’s kept draped over the mirror for years. Once the dust settles, Alice takes a look at herself and inhales sharply. Slowly, she turns, fingers pulling back the sleeve slightly as head looks over her shoulder at the scars for the first time. She’s never felt brave enough to look at what her father did to her back. Fingers press against the upside down crucifix her mother branded into her befitting the names she used to be called.

Eventually, Alice looks away to put up her hair in a messy bun and don her pointe shoes. She takes to fifth position, up to cou-de-pied, back to fifth and into a grand battement. Warm up after warm up, she feels the blood rushing through her, the muscle memory returning as she hits each of her marks again and again. She can feel the twitching in her leg, the metal rod a constant reminder in her stiff movements.

Alice continues to push through the rising pain. Pirouette à la seconde, again and again, faster and faster. There was a time where she could do this endlessly, the longest record amongst her peers. She doesn’t hear the lock turn on its own. AGAIN. FASTER. She doesn’t hear the door open or the footsteps entering. Push harder. Forget the pain. AGAIN. She doesn’t see @satanheir until it’s too late. The pain is too much to bear, sharp and consuming. Vision turns to black in an instant, body crumbling to the ground as leg finally gives way.

Alice Turner is not what she once was.

#satanheir #.alice turner // interactions #well now he gets to see a bit of what she could do once upon a time #and now he can also see the full extent of the scars on her back #i've also made an edit specifically for this thread i'm posting too #lol hi #this is a bit more of a variation #since he didn't discover her already collapsed #but he witnesses it instead #but she pushed herself because of him #finally uncovered her mirror #wore a backless leotard #pushed herself #oof

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raksh-writes · 1 year

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Finally finished editing that months-old post-canon VP fic, omgg 😩 Hopefully I can write my rambling notes tomorrow and post it too! That'd be nice.

And now gotta go and try to get some sleep, wish me luck 😪

#Raksh posts #oof this thing was hard to edit #lots of rewriting has been done #but at the same time I was in a MoodTM while writing it so I could only edit so far #anyway Im glad i Finally managed #and can hopefully post smth again! feels like its been years 😩#Im So excited #but its also nerve wracking posting for a new fandom #especially a big one and/or a popular ship #Ive only ever posted for small fandoms or rare pairs so Im kinda nervouuus 🙈#anyway now I gotta go try to get some sleep #will my insomnia problems continue? probably #but I wanna get back to actually sleeping in my own bed goddammit 😩#theres an emergency plan involving getting my pillow and duvet into the quest/previously my bro's room #and trying to sleep there in case #but ugh I kinda dont wanna #so hopefully my brain fucks off finally together with my anxiety and they let me sleep in my own damn bed 😬#😤*#well anyway Im rambling and doing too many typos #off to bed #post the fic tomorrow #and then maybe write more for the sequel or finally get into chap 2 of the sugar daddy AU hmm #its Pete's pov and I feel like I have a much worse grasp on him so he might’ve been fighting me a lil #but Ive also been feeling real sick the last couple of weeks so oh well who knows #ooookay #off to sleep -- good night/day/evening everyone 💗

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rowarn · 8 months

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everyone stop what you're doing i just had an idea of simon who likes to edge himself.....omg....

afab!reader, no prns, edging obvi, ruined orgasm, simon being selfish <3 not edited oof

when he's fucking you, hips pumping in a rhythm that basically melts your brain. he's got you pinned beneath him in a press, legs spread obscenely wide so your knees are against the bed. he's got you stuck there under his massive weight. you can't do anything but stare up at him with wide eyes as he fucks you.

he looks so good above you, muscles flexing with every movement and his dark eyes lidded with pleasure that he's getting from working his fat cock into your dripping little cunt.

"fuck, that's good," he groans, blunt nails biting into the tender skin under your thighs, "feels so fuckin' good 'round me, love."

you clench around him at the sound of his voice and the corner of his lips twitches up at the blatant, shameless reaction you have to him. he brings one hand up to his mouth, meeting your eyes in a heated stare as he licks the pad of his thumb, quickly bringing it down to press against your swollen clit -- twitchy and sensitive from neglect since he'd just settled for fucking you so far.

"you gettin' close?" he practically coos, making you whimper. the sound goes straight to his cock and god, he loves the sounds you make, "yeah, i know, pretty thing...i treat you real good, don't i?"

you're tightening up around him and he practically feels the breath punch out of his lungs. you're getting close; he's learned all your tells by now. the way your back arches and your mouth open as you whimper his name. you get wetter and wetter, gooey cunt making a nice little mess for him to fuck into. it makes lewd, squelching noises as he sinks balls deep with a slow roll of his hips.

"s-so close, simon!" you cry out, blindly reaching your hands down to press against his hips.

you always do that -- it's adorable. you actually think that'll stop him from sinking deep, deep inside. his cock knocks against your back well, the little pang of pain making your body twitch. usually, he bats your hands away just to be mean and watch you whine. you really think your trembling hands would be enough to stop the powerful movements of his hips.

he's close to his own end. his cock throbs the closer he gets with every deep thrust he gives you. both of you racing to your ends -- it would be so sweet to cum together, he thinks.

but he knows that's not going to happen.

it's his favorite thing to do. he just can't explain what it is he loves about it.

just when his orgasm starts to crest he pulls his cock free from the hot clutch of your cunt. he feels a little bad, he knows you had just fallen over the edge as he did -- leaving you nothing to cum around, little pussy clenching and cumming all empty and no pleasure from it. a sob tears free from your chest and the sound goes straight to his cock. you squirm under his weight as he watches his own cock twitch against your drooling cunt from his own denial, willing himself not to cum untouched at the sight of you cryin' for him. he closes his eyes and waits for his orgasm to wane before he looks at you again.

"simon..." you practically wail in despair, drawing his gaze up to your face. and fuck, you're so sweet for him.

your eyes are teary and he clicks his tongue, "sorry, love...that was mean of me, huh?"

you nod your head, pouting up at him. despite the ruined orgasm, you're still sensitive enough to twitch beneath him when he sinks his cock back into you with a swift grind of his hips.

"let me make it up to you, yeah?"

your sweet, trusting eyes makes his heart melt and he almost feels bad. almost.

because he knows for the rest of the night, he's going to be edging himself using your pretty little pussy until he finally decides he's ready to cum. and he's not going to care if you actually properly cum or not, because this is gonna be about him using you.

by the end of the night, his cocks so hard that it fucking hurts. he'd edged himself more times than he could count, the more he did the less time he got in between. he started simply dipping his length into you and pulling it right back out, eyes rolling at the sticky strings that connected the head to your clenching hole.

"please, simon...please, please, please..." you're breathlessly begging. he has no clue if you'd even properly cum the entire night, he had practically entered a trance and become a mindless beast thinking only with his cock. theres tears on your cheeks, dried and new and the sight is so lovely that he wants to take a picture and keep it on him at all times.

he finally takes mercy, however. your pretty little clit is so swollen and he just has to press his fingers against it. it's so sensitive that you almost immediately start cumming -- this time around his cock, he makes sure of it.

you pull him over the edge with you, letting him dump a nice, hot load into your pussy while you cum nice and hard around him.

when you sag into the bed and sniffle, cutely reaching out for a hug, he can't help but press a kiss against your forehead <3

#i would like to issue a formal apology #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #cod smut #cod x reader

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fernsnailz · 8 months

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it's time... for the TEAM DARK FEST! 💥💥💥💥

me and @serpentineshine are hosting a little tournament to finally determine who the best Team Dark member is! this week there's gonna be goofs, bits, and even a special prize for the winner 👀

however, the most important prize of all is what awaits at the end of the festival! ...but that's a secret right now.

💥 cast your vote below! 💥

(oh also if anyone makes any propaganda for their fav character. tag me i wanna see)

video transcript below the cut! ⬇️

A blue announcement screen with scrolling text reads “SPECIAL FENSNAILZ ANNOUNCEMENT.” There’s a looping animation of Squeak the cat in the middle. It disappears, cutting to a shot of a studio space.

In the studio, SNAIL, SHINE, SQUEAK, and a VASH PLUSH all sit at a desk with a large CRT TV on it. Squeak and Vash are on top of the TV, and shelves with various items line the walls. Everyone seems to be unaware that the camera is rolling - Snail is reading the script, Shine is drinking from a mug, and Squeak is licking her butthole. Vash remains motionless.

Snail notices the camera zooming in, and throws away the script in a moment of panic. Shine and Squeak sit up to face the camera as well.

SNAIL: Coming at you pre-recorded, it’s Snail, Shine, and The Beasts!

SHINE: We’re here today to announce a special tournament we’re hosting: the TEAM DARK FEST!

SQUEAK: Eep!

VASH: weemp womp :]

SNAIL: You know ‘em, you love ‘em-

SHINE: Or hate them.

SNAIL: It’s all about TEAM DARK this week! Fellas, turn on that TV!

The camera cuts to a close-up of the TV as the screen flips on. Three shitty photos of each Team Dark member appear on the TV under the question “Who is the best member of Team Dark?” Every Team Dark member’s name is misspelled underneath the photos.

SHINE: Time for the ULTIMATE question: Who is the best Team Dark member?

SNAIL: Oof. We’re turning them against each other, huh? That’s dramatic.

SQUEAK: Meep! (HOLY SHIT)

The camera zooms out to a wide view of the studio, but zooms out much further than needed for a split second. For some reason, this is all being filmed on a green screen set, and the shelves behind the cast seem to be edited in. Not only that, but this studio is either widely over-staffed or widely under-staffed, because the boom mic is held by seven Chao stacked on top of each other. The camera zooms into a closeup of Snail before much of this information can be processed.

SNAIL: Well, it’s obviously Shadow. I told him if he won, I would get him ice cream after soccer practice!

The camera pans over to Shine.

SHINE: No way, vote for Rouge! She can carry like. Nineteen mountain lions. Give or take

The camera pans over to Squeak and Vash. Squeak points at a crude drawing of Omega that seems to say “VOTE OMEGA.” It is upside down. Vash holds a cute little sign that says “I <3 OMEGA” that he likely made himself.

SQUEAK + VASH: ?????????????? (we didn’t hire anyone to translate this part.)

Back in a wide shot, Snail and Shine stare blankly at Squeak and Vash. Squeak licks her butthole again. Vash is now Real. Someone off-screen sneezes very convincingly.

SHINE: This poll will run for ONE WEEK before we announce the winner! So little time…

SNAIL: Everyone make your vote count! The winner of this festival will have a special page in my…

An image of a porcelain snail appears over a white background as an echo-y human voice says “SECRET UPCOMING PROJECT.”

VASH: bweep bwaa :] (Yay! Prizes!)

SHINE: The final verdict will be decided by Twitter AND Tumblr, so commit as much voter fraud as you please!

Squeak bites Vash and he screams. They both fall off the TV and make a surprising amount of noise. Snail and Shine stare in shock.

SNAIL: See you in seven days! And hey, if you want to participate… tag me in any propaganda you make to fight for your favorite Team Dark member!

Squeak and Vash explode.

#IT'S VOTER FRAUD WEEK FOLKS!!!!!!!#watch our silly video we had a stupid amount of fun making it #also i'm gonna be using the tag teamdarkfest to organize all this stuff #for some reason the darkfest tag is full of mountain bikers and like one person posting captain america x iron man art 🤷‍♀️#teamdarkfest #team dark

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astonmartinii · 8 months

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hey girlie!! idk if you're still taking requests but if you are, can you please do a max smau where fem!reader is an interviewer (specifically the one who asks the grill the grid questions). maybe max kinda just flirts with reader during grill the grid vids.

behind the camera | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

max was never a fan of his media commitments, but maybe there's a reason he perked up in the more recent grill the grid episodes.

masterlist if you want to leave a tip

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maxverstappen1: somebody tell 2019 max that one day he'll thank the gods for "those stupid fucking videos they make me do", stick it out chief it's definitely worth it

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user3: alpha male tiktok flirting coaches fear him

user4: grill the gris is now love island???

yourusername: glad i could make you enjoy media duties ... though i will miss the sass, max and alex hating on the media is one of my comfort videos

maxverstappen1: comfort what?

yourusername: it's cute, but you're even cuter when you're having fun !!

maxverstappen1: please show me when i get back

yourusername: be prepared it's like 20 minutes long

maxverstappen1: @alexalbon maybe we should stop complaining ...

alexalbon: i'm happy you're happy but never make me sit through you trying to drop game again

user5: the way it wasn't even that bad ...

alexalbon: it was so bad they edited 90% of it out, you couldn't waterboard the shit he was saying out of me

maxverstappen1: it really wasn't that bad you're being dramatic albono

alexalbon: you said she should give you a chance because you are one in "emilian" you dork

yourusername: and i thought that was super cute, sue me

landonorris: ^^that is tragic mate

maxverstappen1: i haven't forgotten how you exposed me in that video, i'll have you know that was a heart felt christmas gift from sebastian

landonorris: oof my bad, though it was more about the spider

maxverstappen1: well i'm sure seb is against the unlawful deaths of innocent spiders

sebastianvettel: they are killed for the crime of being small

landonorris: are we reciting poetry right now?

yourusername: what happened to the original plot of the movie ?

note: ahhhh i hope this is what you were thinking!! i had so much fun making this though i suck at writing flirting (probably cause i never do it lol)

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen instagram au #max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic

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kozachenko · 2 months

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I FIGURED OUT A WAY TO FUCKING MAKE THE IMAGE SMALLER FOR POSTING ON TUMBLR WITHOUT SACRIFICING THE ACTUAL QUALITY OF THE IMAGE OH MY GOD

Ok so, what I did is go into the clip studio paint file, make a new file, copy and paste the group in the original file, merge everything, get rid of the extra stuff outside of the canvas, and then make the flattened image smaller and crop the canvas. Once you have that, export it and you're done. This helps maintain the actual quality of the image and also helps shrink the file size down to something actually postable (if anyone has a better way of doing this please tell me)

[Edit]: Ok I guess posting something to Tumblr just naturally compresses the image a bit more somehow because I'm looking at it now and zooming in too much makes it a bit blurry so I'm still gonna have to futz around with image quality for future pieces oof

Artist's Note:

I'm so glad I figured out a way to do this because I like working on a big canvas so I can get as much detail in as I possibly can. Only problems are how laggy it gets while drawing lol.

I had an idea for a drawing with Reimu and Zanmu because I really like thinking about their potential dynamic a lot. I also wanted an excuse to draw Zanmu again but in my normal rendering style because last time I drew her she was in my more sketchy style with generally flat colours so I wanted to draw her again. Speaking of, looking at the sketch for this is a jumpscare that I never enjoy seeing, like, man am I glad I didn't use those for my final piece.

Also about her spear. I was originally gonna make it like the ones she had in game, but it kinda threw off the whole piece. It was too big, too blue, and too flat, so I just went "fuck it" and gave her a different one instead. My headcanon justifying this is that the ones she uses in game are for danmaku battles whereas in any other fight she just uses a proper yari, or she still uses the yari and just makes it all glowy to power it up, maybe both lol. I pulled as much inspiration as I could from Sengoku era spears, and even put in some blue into the decorative part of the spear and also added a little skull to pay tribute to the original spear. Also, in my research I saw some art of izanami and izanagi making japan and saw that the yari izanagi has had a little decorative tassley thingy on it so I took some inspo from that and just made it one of Zanmu's tassles (Idk when that art was from or if the spear was still accurate to Sengoku period Japan but hey, probably the same reasons Eirin puts little bow ties on her arrows, it's just for personalization purposes).

I love rendering hair and clothes so much omg, while I like the super curly hair Zanmu, the longer, wavier hair suits her better for this drawing (I imagine it only does that like how Ghibli characters hair moves when they feel angry lol). I love making Zanmu's hair all messy and crazy, as well as giving her grey hairs, this woman has aged like a fine wine. Also, if the hem on the ends of her sleeves, top of her shirt, and her pants look like gold to you, that's because it is! It's fairly light so she's not collapsing under the weight, but it's gold! (I don't care how impractical it is, it's just cool). Not the undershirt though, it's made of a gold fabric. I had a cute idea with Reimu's hair to make it have a red shine to it. I also changed up Reimu's outfit so it isn't just a blob of red. I like it a lot when Reimu's skirt and outfit is segmented into different layers, so I wanted to incorporate that.

I tried to draw their hands differently as well, but IDK how noticeable that is. Also, I am super happy with how the side profiles for the two of them turned out, I used to struggle a lot with how to make the side profile of a character actually look like the character, so I'm really happy that they actually look like themselves.

Also added in the tree and rocks in the background as an homage to Zanmu's character art in Touhou 19, just because I was getting kinda stumped on what to do with the background lol.

In terms of a story idea with Reimu and Zanmu, idk why but the potential plotline of Zanmu wanting to ascend to godhood is so fascinating to me. Like, it is very possible that if she just convinced everyone she was a god (which would be very easy for her to do), she would become one in a heartbeat. Also, if she were to become a god, with her ability to return stuff to nothing, could she hypothetically get similar abilities to (Jojo Part 5 spoiler btw) GER? Like, idk about the death timeloop stuff, but the concept has been haunting me every night as I have been trying to find loopholes in GER's ability for a while now ( for no reason in particular). Back to the main topic, I imagine that she would probably tell Reimu that if she were to become a god she would take over the Hakurei shrine since the god there might as well be dead, and Reimu just says to her, "Over my dead body bitch." Like, I have no idea how to summarize their dynamic but like, it's the type of hero-villain dynamic where the phrase "We're not so different, you and I" would definitely be a phrase said during a fight. I think that if another IN style game were to release, Reimu and Zanmu would be in a team together. They could also have an interesting mentor and pupil kind of dynamic. Can you tell that Zanmu has been charging my mind rent these part few months? Like, instead of living in my head rent free, she kinda just uno reversed the whole situation and now she's the one charging me rent. What happens if I get evicted from my own brain? Actually, scratch that, I don't think I wanna know.

#touhou project #art #fanart #touhou fanart #touhou 19 #touhou #東方project #zanmu nippaku #unfinished dream of all living ghost #reimu hakurei #東方

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kunikuma · 1 year

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hey, be more careful-- !

covering the edge of the table with his hand

relationship | gamer!kuni x gn!reader synopsis | Your boyfriend Kuni cares a lot about you, but words don’t come easily to him. Luckily, he shows his care through a different method. content | fluff cw | none a/n | i accidentally posted this mid edit and i yelled very loud. also the concept of covering the edges/corners of tables to prevent your s/o from bumpin’ their heads? sold, im so sold, give me a grumbly soft kuni.

“Oh, could you hand me the screwdriver again?”

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏

Your boyfriend sighs as he crawls over to you on the carpeted floor, rolling your desired tool near your thigh. “Why’d you hand it back to me if you were just going to ask for it again literally 3 minutes later?” He grunts, sliding back onto his chair behind you.

Kunikuzushi had been keeping you company as you were upgrading your PC, idly spinning and swinging his feet. He wouldn’t say it, but he was craving your attention. Unfortunately, you were not able to give it at the moment.

“Well, it’s not like I’m trying to annoy you…” You trail off, barely paying attention as you tightened the screw to secure your GPU to the case. “…I just,” twist, twist, twist, “Hm… I just lost my train of thought.” You admitted with a laugh, humming under the desk. While he wasn’t getting much attention, Kuni had a great view of your kneeling position. And he knew how to serenely accept blessings.

‎‏‏‎ ‎Twist. Twist. Pause. Untwist.

‎ ‎He gave you an incredulous look.

“Are you seriously struggling to tighten a simple screw?” His jab fell on deaf ears as you pursed your lips.

“Righty tighty, lefty loosey.” He grumbles, blowing his bangs away from his eyes. Kunikuzushi was not really enjoying the lack of attention right now… with you so caught up with upgrading, he was forced to just watch. No one was forcing him though. “You’re so bad at this-”

“I’m not! I just overtightened a little. Lay off, bud. Stop backseat gaming.” You muttered, placing your hands on your knees to hoist yourself into a standing position. The sound of Kuni rising from his seat echoed behind you as he darts forward a little.

“Oof-” you gasped, your hand flying to the top of your head after you bumped your head on something… not as hard or as sharp as the end of your table. For a wooden table, that felt a little… squishy? …bony?

“...be more careful.” Your indigo-haired boyfriend murmurs, his hand gently resting on your head for a quick second before he settles back into his chair. When you turn, you notice he was rubbing the top of his right hand, as if giving it a small massage. A tiny bit of redness blooms on his right hand. He gives you a blank stare and you reciprocate with an owlish gaze.

“Was… was that your hand? Did I hit your hand?”

“…yeah?” He squints, the upward swing in his tone hinted at his bewilderment about why you were even confused.

You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth with your hand. “Kuni! That is so cute,” you immediately gush, watching him huff in his chair. He rolled his eyes as he rests his hands on his armrests. You politely refrain from commenting on his white-knuckled grip.

“It’s called being a good person-“

“Arguably, you are sometimes not one of those-“

“-and I sort of just… did it without really thinking about it.” He finishes, completely ignoring your insulting interjection. With stars in your eyes, you stared at him, your mouth agape. To the gamer in his chair, you looked like a fish out of water.

‘A mildly cute fish.’ He muses.

However, the tense silence between the two of you was getting to him as he wiggles in his seat. Your teasing stare edged him to elaborate even further. Eventually, his stubborn resolve crumbles. It was weakened when you were involved, anyways.

“I-I always put my hand on the edges of things if I think your clumsy ass is going to slam into it.” He grumbles, spinning his chair away from you.

Kunikuzushi absolutely did not need you to tease him about this. This was his little well-kept secret, at least until you actually bumped your head. He just wasn’t prepped for the conversation afterwards. The conversation that was happening right now.

You grinned as you stood from your spot on the floor, taking extra care this time to avoid bumping your head.

He felt your hands flop onto the shoulders of his chair and slowly slide onto his frame. Your head pops from the left side of him and he huffs and cranes his head to the right so you couldn’t see his flushed expression. His long bangs provided ample cover, preventing either of you from making eye contact.

You peck him on his cheek and the indigo-haired man hisses softly, languidly swatting at your hands but not pulling them off of him. Oh, this guy would never pull away from your touch. But to admit that would kill him.‎ ‎

“Thank you for always watching out for me, Kuni. That is very sweet of you.”

“Don’t mention it. Like actually don’t ever mention it again.”

From that day forward, you’d pay more attention to his delicate hand curling around the corners and edges of furniture. You’d never comment on it, but you’d flash him a coy, knowing grin and he’d bashfully roll his eyes in response.

#kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x y/n #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x y/n #genshin impact x reader #gamer!kuni x reader #gamer!kuni #wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #kunikuma’s fics

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ellecdc · 2 months

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hello!!! i love love love ur dating regulus headcanons and i was wondering if ur down to make one with sirius 🥹🩷 maybe with a lil sprinkling of sworn enemies to reluctant friends to lovers 👀 bc reader is in slytherin and we all know how that goes……….

you just write these characters with so much love and care and so close to how they’d be and act irl!! 🩷

Oof we love some inter-house enemies to lovers - thanks so much for your sweet words and for your request! 🫶

Dating Sirius Black Headcanons: Slytherin Edition

To know Sirius Black is to know his deep distain for Slytherins.

It began as a kid when he finally took a look around at his family and thought “huh….I really don’t like any of you.” And he decided he’d like to be as different from his family as possible

Now, when you’re eleven, the options of being different than your family are limited.

One thing you can do, however? Is make sure you’re at least not a Slytherin like the rest of them.

If being ambitious, resourceful, determined, and clever … GREEN… meant being like the Black’s? No friggen thank you.

Now, again, when you’re eleven, your vision of the world is skewed. So, this meant that he believed everyone in green and silver robes were just as bad as the green and silver robes that raised him.

Including you.

Your relationship (if it can even be called that) started with Sirius Black as you were often the unfortunate victim of many Marauder pranks.

Some were relatively harmless…glitter bombs, stink bombs, charming the furniture of your common room to the ceiling, etc

Some were a little more distressing…charming your hair green, jinxing your textbooks to run away screaming every time you opened them, hexing you in the hallways

You came to accept that part of being a Slytherin was being the victim of some torment…it also meant hating the marauders

And it was so annoying because most of your house did actually deserve to be brought down a peg??? But you were literally just trying to get by so wtf.

You tried to keep your head down while also doing what you could to get back at the Marauders in your own little way

You just tried to be better than them at everything

It became a little bit of a competition between you and Sirius during shared classes

Better grades (usually you)

Who could raise their hand to answer first (Sirius)

Who could get the correct answer first (you)

Who brewed the better potions (roughly 50/50)

You weren’t about to put yourself on a broom and agree to have balls thrown at you – but you learned everything you could about quidditch through reading and became an avid cheerleader for your house team

This slowly morphed into always cheering for the competitors of whatever team Sirius was cheering for in the Quidditch World Cup

Now, Sirius is popular…especially in the dating field…he’s well aware of this, and he can’t help but admit it does beautiful things for his ego

But Sirius is not the kind of guy to appreciate a partner who is a ‘yes-man’

He doesn’t want a partner who is following at his heels all of the time

He’s not interested in a partner who thinks he’s always right and just takes his word for it

I truly believe Sirius would crave someone who would challenge him, push him to be better, someone who would teach him things instead of letting him be the smartest guy in the room

I also think he’d like someone who was kind of mean to him

“Hey L/N, couldn’t help but notice my name was above yours on the grades for last week’s assignments. Better luck next time, huh?”

“Sod off you stupid fucking wanker.”

He’d swoon a little I think

This turned into a little competition on his end to see if he could fluster you

“I didn’t know she-devils could be beautiful too, Y/N. You’re blowing my mind a little.”

“One too many bludgers to the head, Black?”

“Marauders are throwing a party in the room of requirement tonight. I usually don’t invite snakes but I’m sure we could make an exception for a pretty girl like you.”

“I’d rather choke on my own vomit.”

He’d try winking at you from across the room – he would only be spared an eyeroll.

He started making other comments, hoping to elicit at least a slight blush.

“You know, I hear you screaming at every Quidditch game. I can’t help but wonder how you’d sound screaming in my bed.”

You threw your pumpkin juice at him and left the Great Hall with a blank face.

It was infuriating - he loved it.

Unfortunately for you, because you two were matched in terms of grades for class, you were partnered up for a project

He seemed a little too joyed at the extra opportunity to try to rile you up

“Look, Black, I know you like to coast through life, but do not mess with my grades because of whatever little infatuation you have going on with me.”

He wanted to be offended that you accused him of a) coasting through life and b) being infatuated with you, but you just looked so cute glaring up at him with your little nose all crinkled.

“Yes ma’am” he said simply

You were surprised by his agreeableness, but chose not to think about it too hard lest he change his mind

You kept your eye on him though

He actually didn’t make that bad a project partner – he was relatively clever, generally knew what he was talking about, and while he couldn’t go more than twenty minutes without teasing you or hitting on you, you got your work done, and done well.

You’d been having a bad day – put simply. You woke up at four am to the Slytherin dungeons being flooded (a prank you were sure was courtesy of the Marauders).

Your entire house had to vacate the dorms whilst the professors and Filch found the leak and dried everything up

It wasn’t until nearly six o’clock that you were allowed back in the dorms – and even then, everything was damp. Then, you slept through your alarm making you miss breakfast – your uniform still felt damp no matter how much drying charms you cast on yourself throughout the day, you had bags the size of a hippogriff under your eyes, and you were exhausted

Thankfully, Sirius had the good graces not to make any comments when you rushed to the library late to meet him, and you were sure you looked like you were in a proper state

Unfortunately, Mulciber and Snape weren’t as eager to let it go

Without warning, the inkpots on your table exploded covering you and Sirius and your work in ink

“Stay out of the dungeons, Black” Mulciber sneered.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” you screeched.

Snape almost looked apologetic when he took in the state of you.

“Sorry, L/N,” Mulciber offered whilst sounding very unapologetic, “collateral damage”

“Fuck that!” you said as you stood from the table. “I’m so fucking sick of being everyone’s collateral damage. I had my room flooded this morning too, you wankers. I’ve had my hair charmed green. I’ve had my textbooks jinxed to bite me. I’ve been hexed walking down the halls. I’ve been given detention for being out of uniform because my robes and tie were charmed red and gold. All of this even though I’ve never done a thing to the Gryffindors, but I choose to ignore it because I know it’s really only meant to piss you sods off, and I’m supposed to be some proud Slytherin who doesn’t concern herself with such childish play. So, you don’t get to show up here and expect me to be understanding when you’ve just made an already shitty day 700 times shittier!”

You ignored the librarian’s shouts about detention, house points and the like as you stormed out of the library

You also missed the guilty expression that adorned Sirius’ face.

You ignored and avoided Sirius and his stupid puppy dog eyes for a week after that. You redid all of your work that had been ruined that day in the library, handed it to Sirius and said “proofread it and edit it if you want, otherwise, hand it in and we’re done” before walking away again.

He tried sending you notes in class which you crumbled and threw back at him

You stopped trying to best him – no more grade comparisons, no more races to answer questions first, no more challenges to brew the best potion. None of it

If he thought of you as a heartless, emotionless Slytherin, then that’s what you’d be.

He stopped trying to get your attention after a while

You noticed that the Marauder’s stopped targeting Slytherin as a whole

You couldn’t really bring yourself to be thankful for it

They still pranked Mulciber, Snape, Malfoy, and the likes, however, which you were thankful for

Until…

“L/N throws a fit and suddenly, Slytherins are left alone except for us. Tell me, did you tell your little blood-traitor boyfriend to lay off your friends?” Avery sneered condescendingly as you sat near the fountain in the transfiguration courtyard

You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the lot of them

“pfft, hanging out with the likes of blood-traitors, next thing you know she’ll be whoring herself out to the likes of a filthy mudblood”

That you couldn’t ignore.

You saw red and, without thinking, launched yourself at Mulciber, both of you ending up in the water

Your fists seemed to have a mind of their own as they met the boy’s face over and over and over again

You felt your jaw click as his elbow met the side of your face and then the back of his hand struck you from the other side as he fought to get up from underneath you

You were both hauled out of the fountain by Hagrid, who was accompanied by Filch, and brought to detention

Unfortunately for you, Professor McGonagall was already hosting detention in the Transfiguration classroom – a few students plus the Marauders were sat quietly with quills and parchment in front of them when the squib caretaker pushed the door open, and the half-giant walked in with a sopping wet and bloody student in each hand.

“Caught these two fight’n, miss” he told her

“Oh, for goodness-” she started as she stood and came to inspect the two new arrivals.

“Mulciber, to the infirmary. Miss L/N-”

“I’m fine.” You spat, cutting the matron off.

“You should have your wounds seen to, young lady.” She admonished.

“I’m fine. Are you going to give me detention or not?”

The professor grimaced but pointed you to an empty desk where a quill and parchment materialized. “you’re to write a foot worth of parchment about why what you did was wrong. Once you’re done, you’re to sit quietly until I dismiss you.”

You took your seat but made no motion to grab your quill or parchment

“Miss. L/N, start your parchment.”

“I can’t, professor.”

Every detentionee turned to look at you – save Sirius who already had his eyes glued to you from the second you had walked in – as the professor “begged her pardon”

“The way I see it, I didn’t do anything wrong.” You said simply.

“You didn’t do anything wrong?” She repeated incredulously

“Nope. I think people who call women whore’s or use the term mudblood ought to have their teeth punched in.”

Sirius bit back a surprised snort at your response as he tried to ignore the warm feeling erupting in his chest

“Fine, Miss. L/N. You will sit their quietly until I dismiss you. Are you sure you don’t need to see Madame Pomfrey?”

You wiped at the blood from the corner of your lip with your equally bloodied hands. “positive”

Sirius was smitten

All of a sudden, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were? How lovely your voice sounded? And were you always so brilliant at everything you do?

He was even astounded by how gracefully you buttered your toast

Get a fucking grip, Black

I believe, to everyone’s absolutely shock, the cocky, playboy, Casanova Sirius became so unbelievably enamoured with you, he was so afraid to say anything to upset you/scare you away

But he wasn’t going to let you go

You still weren’t speaking to him, but you were no longer glaring at him – so this was a start

Every night you’d go to bed and there’d be a little tear-drop shaped chocolate on your pillow. You have no idea how it got there, who put it there, or even what a Hershey’s was.

And you knew better than to trust suspicious things found around the castle

So, you placed it in a jar on your bedside table and went about your life

A tear shaped chocolate was on your pillow every night for the rest of the week (until the end of school, quite frankly)

None of your dorm mates had any clue where they were coming from

Flowers were delivered to you every morning with the owl post. Not bouquets – but singular flowers

By the time you had a jar full of those Hershey thingies and a full vase of flowers, a note was delivered with a familiar scrawl: meet me in the Astronomy tower tonight at 8

Now, Black had been on his best behaviour lately – but you knew better than to show up with your guard down

Sirius waited on the astronomy tower lookout, chain smoking, taking on and off his leather jacket as he was concerned he looked “too much like a tool” as Remus put it, hoping by all the gods you would actually show

“Alright, what’s the deal, Black? Gonna throw me off the lookout? Put a spider down my shirt? Is there a bucket of slime somewhere?”

Sirius’ heart nearly stopped at the sound of your voice, and then he barked a laugh when he saw you standing there in dueling stance with your wand aimed at him

“First of all, why would I throw you off the tower? Second of all, those are amateur pranks, I think I’ve earned a better reputation than that.”

You seemed to consider that as you lowered your wand but continued to look around skeptically “We’ll see…”

“Did you like the kisses?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Sirius laughed

“The chocolates? They’re called Hershey’s kisses”

“That was you?”

“Uh huh, and the flowers”

“Why?”

Sirius smirked at you “for being so smart, you’re kind of dumb.”

“Sod off.”

“I fancy you, L/N.”

You stared at him in bewilderment “why?”

“Why?

“Why.”

“Let’s see. You’re the smartest witch I know. You put in me in my place every second sentence you speak. You’re talented, you’re stunning, I found out you attacked a man almost twice your size and won because he was a misogynistic racist and then refused to apologize for it, and because…you’re right.”

“I’m right about a lot of things, Black; you’re gonna have to be more specific”

“I was prejudiced too. My family was hateful and Slytherin, so I spent my life assuming all Slytherin’s were hateful; I know now that those words are not synonymous. And I took that out on the lot of you – you didn’t deserve that.”

Was Sirius Black admitting that he was 1) wrong, 2) taking responsibility and 3) declaring his feelings for you?

“You’re brilliant. I just thought you should know.” he said at your silence

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever you want, I suppose. Preferably give me a chance.”

“A chance to what?”

“To be yours.”

You said you’d “think about it” but to Sirius, you may as well have given him a resounding yes. He whooped and swept you up in a hug. He placed you back onto your feet and looked between your eyes and your mouth – a silent question.

In for a penny, in for a pound – am I right?

That was followed by a lot more kisses – chocolate and affectionate in kind

Sirius absolutely made some grand announcement in the Great Hall to establish that you were officially “thinking about” being his girlfriend so…. everyone can just do with that information what they will

You were horrified

You sent a stinging jinx at him for it

Definitely following around like a puppy who’s just so damn excited to see it’s owner

“What shops are we hitting at Hogsmeade first?”

“I didn’t realize we were going to Hogsmeade together?” you asked incredulously

Sirius scoffed as if you said something ridiculous. “’Course we are babe.” Which he accentuated by smacking a kiss on your cheek

The kind to buy you everything you even look at in the store

“Come on babe, I saw you eyeing that book; of course I bought it for you!”

You started going to Quidditch games even when Slytherin wasn’t playing

You refused to show up wearing a red scarf

Your green scarf was charmed red once you were stuck in the stands

How your relationship first began with Sirius Black back in your first year became a foundation of your relationship going forward

You spent the rest of your lives pranking, jinxing, and charming each other

#sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #dating Sirius black headcanons #sirius black headcanon #marauders au #marauders era #ask elle #reader insert #self insert #slytherin #gryffindor #inter-house rivalry #enemies to lovers #ellecdc fics

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 2 months

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Jack Harlow “I can tell you’ve been working out.” 🥵

Work Out

Warning: smut, language

A/N: this has not been edited lol

Jack had the day off, so you weren't the least bit surprised to see him come down for breakfast in nothing but a tank and his boxer shorts. You always liked to let him sleep in on the days he wasn't going a million miles a minute, so you were up early to make his favorite breakfast and get the girls ready for school.

"Daddy!" Aaliyah ran to Jack, and you couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he swept her into his arms, his biceps and triceps flexing as he held her on his hip. "Oof- Good Morning, snuggle bug. Did you sleep well?" You couldn't hear a word either of them said, your eyes were fixated on the contours of his muscles that were very visible underneath the his clingy tank top.

Jack always looked good, but lately you'd noticed a change in his physique as he spent more time with his personal trainer. You let out a tiniest squeak as your mind ran wild with fantasies, but it was loud enough for Jack to notice, his head snapping towards you, a smirk turning up the corners of his mouth as he noticed you checking him out. Jack had been so busy the last couple of days, you two barely got a moment to yourself, let alone enough time for more than a quickie in the shower, and it was easy for your brain to think the filthiest of thoughts.

"Babe." The pet name and firm hand on the small of your back ripped you from your daydream, making you drop the knife in your hand, covered in peanut butter, on the ground. "Everything okay?" His breath tickled your ear as he leaned in close, sending a shiver down your spine. You could hear the smile in his voice as his hand trailed down to grab a handful of your ass, forceful enough to make you jump- he was enjoying every second of this.

"Jack, the girls." You snapped out of it and stepped away from him, Jack watching you intently as you picked up the now dirty knife and cleaned up your mess. "Girls, go get your shoes on and pack your backpacks, okay?" Brooklyn and Aaliyah ran out of the kitchen, and as soon as they were out of sight, Jack jumped you, his hands on your hips, digging into your flesh. "Didn't you just wake up?", you joked, even though you both knew he better not dare take his hands off of you. Your ran a hand through his messy curls, pushing them out of his face.

"I'm not the one with the staring problem", he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips. You didn't bite back, trying your best to resist him. You had so much to do today, taking the girls to school, grocery shopping, oil cha- your never ending to-do list slipped your mind when he deepened the kiss, taking your breath away as he pulled your bottom lip in between his teeth, his tongue taking creative liberties as it roamed your mouth.

"Mom!", you pushed him off of you at the sound of Brooklyn's voice. Jack rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the muscle before letting out a frustrated sigh. "Yes, baby?", you yelled back with huff. "Where are my pink sneakers?"

"I don't know Brookie? Can't you wear your green and white ones?"

"No! It doesn't match my outfit!", she shouted back. "Check the hall closet, B", Jack chimed in. You heard her rifle through the closet for a few seconds before letting out a squeal. "I found them!"

"Great", Jack mumbled as he placed a hand at the base of your neck, pulling you into him, your lips crashing together. "Jack, I need to get the girls to school", you breathed out when he gave you a reprieve, his gaze trapped on your swollen lips. He felt a warm buzzing over his entire body, as it was taking everything in him not to have his way with you right where the two of you stood.

"Come home right after you take the girls to school, okay?" His voice was that perfect mixture of groggy and husk after a long night's sleep. You didn't need to hear anything else to know what he had planned for you, the smile on his face, and his hand dangerously close to the waistband of your panties underneath your jeans was enough of a hint.

****

The house was a peaceful quiet when you returned. You took a minute to clean up the kitchen and the trail of items the girls left in their wake before heading upstairs.

"Jack?" You pushed your bedroom door open to find Jack passed out on the edge of the bed, his lips slightly pursed as he let sharp breaths out of his nostrils. You carefully settled down by his side, studying his face as his nose scrunched and his lashed fluttered. You stifled a giggle as you ran a finger down the bridge of his nose, stirring him awake. He hummed with a smile as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. "Five more minutes."

You gingerly pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger against his skin. "What happened to your plans for me?"

"That's why I need the sleep. I'm preserving my energy." He looked at you with lustful eyes, his lids heavy with exhaustion. "Go back to sleep baby, I know you're tired." You barely got propped on an arm to get up before he pulled you back down.

"Nah ah." You squealed as he flipped you on your back, his chest pressing your body into the mattress. "I'll sleep better once I know I've fucked you senseless."

You let out a sharp gasp as he latched onto your neck, his hands roaming down to your waist to unbutton your jeans. You grabbed onto his bicep to steady yourself as he pushed your pants past your hips. The moan you let out as you felt his muscles contract in your hand made Jack stop and sit up, straddling your hips. "I haven't even done anything yet", he chuckled as he worked to pull your shirt over your head.

"Sorry", you felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. He was your husband of many years, and still he had you giddy like a school girl. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. What's up?"

You almost passed out at the sight of his toned chest as he stripped his tank top off. "Um, does EJ have you doing something different?" Jack cocked his head at you. "What'd you mean?"

“I can tell you’ve been working out. Like you always look good, but lately-”. You couldn't even finish your sentence, biting your bottom lip as you grazed your fingers over the ripples of his abs. You toyed with the band of his boxers before pushing the fabric past his erection, springing his cock free to lay against his lower stomach. Jack let out a guttural groan, every muscle in his body tightening as he watched you begin to stroke the head of his cock, precum leaking from the tip and pooling in your palm. He was just as desperate for sex as you were, and he wasn't gonna last long at the speed you were moving your hand.

"That's enough", he huffed out, moving your arm, and hastily pushing your knees to your chest. He had run out of patience, electing to push your panties to the side instead of taking them off, his fingers playing with the wetness on your glistening pussy, and pressing a finger into your entrance just enough to make you feel the stretch before pulling out.

"Damn, if I knew you were this desperate for me, I would have taken care of you as soon as I came home last night." He was beaming with pride, cocky even, that only he could make you come undone like this. You let out a pitiful whimper, letting him know you were at your wits end, your fingers and toes tingling in anticipation. "I know, I know", he cooed over you as he pushed himself inside of you, slowly pushing past your cushiony walls till he was at the hilt, his pelvis pressing against your ass.

You were overcome with pleasure, your back arching as he began to rock his hips back and forth, giving you a chance to adjust to his size. You pulled his body weight on top of you by the chain around his neck, messily kissing him as he quickened his pace, his hips faltering as he struggled to focus on both tasks. You just needed every part of his body on yours, desperate for his touch as much as you were for him to fill you up.

Jack could feel your sense of urgency, breaking apart to look down at you. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere", he assured you, peppering kisses against your jawline. He moved his arms to frame your face as he quickened his pace, the sounds of your wetness filling the room as he continued to fuck you. You could feel the coil in your core tightened, every press of his pelvis against your pussy pressing against your sensitive clit. "Fuck, don't stop. Fu-faster please."

Jack was fighting against his internal clock, the warmth pooling in his stomach as he set a grueling pace, quickly sending you both hurdling towards your orgasms. You hooked your heels around his waist, pulling him in deeper with each stroke. "Fuck you feel so good", Jack panted in your ear, his face burrowing in the crook of your neck.

I'm coming", you moaned out, your head knocking back as he continued to thrust in and out of your squelching pussy. You felt the sweat on his scalp as you grabbed at the curls at the back of his neck, your orgasm washing over you as you came hard around his dick, your muscles clenching, dragging his orgasm out of him only seconds after yours. He took his time, pulling himself all the way out before pushing himself agonizingly slow into your pussy, pushing his release back into you and extending your orgasm, every single nerve ending in your body firing off with pleasure.

He pushed himself off of you and disappeared into the bathroom, emerging from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. You shivered as he wiped your inner thighs off, chuckling to himself at the sight of how sensitive you still were to his touch. "What?", you asked, draping an arm over your face to hide your bashfulness.

"Don't hide from me, babe. You know better than that." He climbed back into the bed next to you, pulling your leg to drape your thigh over his own, your cheek resting on his chest. You made him as equally giddy, and he knew you always would. "We can't go more than three days without doing that." His gesture made you giggle. "Sounds good to me."

He sat up quickly to grab his phone from the nightstand before laying back down. "What're you doing?", you knitted your brow together while you watched him send off a text. "I'm seeing if my mom can pick up the girls after school and watch them for the night."

"Why?", you asked. It was a school night, a typical Wednesday.

"We have a lot of catching up to do. I'm taking a nap, and then we're going for round two." Jack's face was dead serious, making your stomach flip. He tossed his phone to the side, before grabbing a blanket and draping it over your naked forms. "You better get some sleep too, I'm expecting a repeat performance."

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